Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

"Later, Terry," Estancia said, a bit testily. "Right now you're going to get her mouth on you."

"Sounds nice," agreed Terry, never taking her eyes from the younger girl's exposed body. Sally squeezed her thighs together. "Too bad," Terry said. "That little pussy of yours looks just like some kind of flower, pecking out through your bush like that… yummy! Well, first things first. I told Stancia I'd do what she wanted."

She ran her fingertips once down the blonde's vulnerable body, producing a shiver. Then she swung a powerful thigh over Sally's trim belly. She smiled down at her. "You ever sucked a woman before? Oh, you poor thing! What you've been missing! Well, you won't have to wait a moment longer…"

In the flash of an eye Terry was astride Sally's face. Sally was staring at point-blank range into the matted bush of Terry's cunt, while the ripe odor of aroused twat filled her nostrils, threatened to overpower her. Her body thrashed helplessly on the sheets.

Firm hands held her head. Sally `felt her face being pushed into the older woman's steaming bush.

Harsh, curly hair rasped her nose, then her cheeks. Her lips were crushed against her teeth. And overwhelming everything was the damp, pungent aroma of Terry's greedy pussy, filling Sally's being.

The girl became aware of something hot and slippery pressing against her lips.

Terry moaned softly and rolled her hips. The something splayed out, enfolded Sally's mouth in a slimy kiss. Oh. God! Sally thought. She's rubbing her wet pussy all over my mouth! The idea repelled her. The cunt smell made her head swim. The food Carlos had made her swallow the night before threatened to come back up.

Terry was rolling her hips this way and that and making noises like a cat. The open inner lips of her pussy roved over Sally's unwilling mouth. Love juices smeared the girl's face. Surprised, Sally realized Terry was making her avid cunt kiss her on the mouth as expertly as many people's mouths could.

The dyke shifted her grip, pulled Sally's head against her harder. The top of the oozing gash squeezed against Sally's upper lip as the springy cunt bun crushed into her nose. Frantically, she realized she couldn't breathe. She was going to be suffocated by Terry's horny cunt! In a desperate reflex she opened her mouth to suck in a deep, deep breath…

And instead sucked in a heady, sopping, squirming mouthful of pussy.

The tender lips of Terry's cunt felt like live creatures in Sally's surprised mouth. Terry gasped in ecstasy. Her head went back. She let all her weight onto Sally's face, shoving her head deep into the pillow.

Sally could breathe again. But try as she might, she could not rid her unwilling mouth of the cunt that filled it. Terry's ass churned as her passion grew. Sally's efforts to escape the fragrant mouthful were pleasuring her as much as the girl's efforts to eject Canoe' and Fred's cock had pleased them.

Sally moved her jaws. Terry gave a small scream and began to massage the blonde head. Strong fingers stroked the back of Sally's neck, soothing her, easing away the tension. At the. same time Terry's hot cunt lips were teasing her mouth, trying to urge the girl's tongue to come out and play. Thrills of sensation began to creep up and down Sally's spine.

After the initial incredible rush of rankness, the scent and taste of Terry's dripping cunt wasn't so bad. Not bad at all, Sally thought, as the cunt juices seeped into her open mouth. And the double set of pussy-lips kissing her felt good. It was all getting good. Sally was getting turned on. She'd known she would be. But she wasn't bothered by it any more.

Shyly, she stuck her tongue forward. It touched the delicate flesh of a cunt lip and Terry jumped as though stuck with a hot wire. A torrent of pussy sauces ran scathingly down her tongue, momentarily threatening to overwhelm her again.

But the feelings that made Sally's head reel now were nothing but pure pleasure. The oils from the lesbian's cunt made Sally think of the way fine brandy was supposed to taste.

Emboldened, Sally's tongue began to rove tortuously over Terry's sensitized cunt. Then it delved between the blood-gorged pussy lips into the brimming mystery of her cunt. "Oh godohgod! Jee4eeeezussss!" Terry howled. "Oh do it! Oh fuck me with your tongue, honey! Oh you can do it! Oh fuck me with your tongue, honey! Oh you can do it! Oh, can you ever doooooit!"

The swollen node of Terry's clit was crushed agonizingly into Sally's upper jaw. Firecrackers of pleasure exploded in Terry's brain as Sally began to eat her pussy in earnest. It was unbelievable how good the blonde quim was. And to think she'd never had her sweet lips wrapped around pussy meat before! What a talent!

Sally's mind was a lewd blank. Nothing existed but the damp mat of cunt hair pushing into her face, the moist lips covering hers, the hot wetness of pussy that drew her questing tongue ever deeper into Terry's white belly.

Forgotten, leaning against the wall with arms crossed over her ample boobs, Estancia Cruz watched the passionate scene unfold. She wasn't angered or frustrated that the blonde bitch was beginning to really get off on lapping Terry's cunt. The gringa dyke could make a bronze statue eat her twat and make it enjoy it – if was a statue of a woman. No man had ever touched her sexually, and with her muscles and coordination none ever would. But Terry could touch the lesbian in any woman, no matter how well it was hidden, and make it rule her with raging lust. The way it was ruling Sally now.

It was because of this talent that Estancia had brought in the woman. After the frenzy of desire had died away the putty-faced puta who had seduced her brother would hate herself a little more.

But there was no point in letting Sally get too much pleasure out of the woman's honey-dripping pussy. It was the knowledge that she could that would humiliate her Estancia walked to the bed and laid a hand on Terry's muscular shoulder. She felt the muscles tensing with pleasure, felt the sweat of delightful exertion that filmed the woman's limbs.

"Terry," she said softly. "Hey, babe. You don't have to hang onto her any more.

Why don't you just roil over on your back, hey, get comfortable?"

The woman didn't seem to hear Estancia. Her green eyes were closed. Her whole body undulated with excitement. Estancia squeezed her shoulder again. "Terry," she murmured.

Abruptly Terry nodded her head. She let go of Sally's head and rolled off the girl's gobbling face. For a minute Sally's jaws worked on empty air in her frenzy. Then they stopped. She opened her eyes, making a small whining noise of disappointment.

Her pert and saucy lips were smeared with shiny cunt juices, and her chin was streaked with oils that had been whipped to a froth by her tongue-lashing. "Oh no," she whimpered. "No, I don't want to stop. It's too good."

"Don't worry, honey," purred Terry. "My pussy's still here, wide open and waiting for your lips. Just roll over and eat my dripping pussy all up!"

With a heave the girl turned over and crawled to the juncture of Terry's widely spread white thighs. The older woman was propped up against the wall, halfway sitting up. In her lust Sally forgot about the ropes pinioning her wrists.

Terry's firm ass was placed firmly on the one tied to the right bedpost. Sally had to roll onto her side to get her face buried back in that delightful wet snatch.

The ropes dug deeply into the pale flesh of Terry's thigh. "Ouch!" she said.

"Oh, you poor baby. Your wrists are getting raw. Here, just a minute." She pushed Sally gently away with a hand on the forehead. Then with a quick movement she raised herself and shifted. Sally got her arms untangled. The ropes were still crossed, but now her hands were comfortably around Terry's delectable moon-white asscheeks. The older woman's were over Sally's slender shoulders, flesh against cool flesh.