Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

As she dug in again to the wonderful task…f gobbling Terry's cunt, Sally marveled at what was happening. Here I've got a woman's round ass in my hands, she thought, and I'm lapping her pussy for all I'm worth. And I'm just loving it! She's not even doing anything to me, and I'm almost about to come!

Sally swirled her tongue around and around in the morass of Terry's gaping cunt. Experimentally she sought the heat of the woman's hard, swollen clitoris.

Terry's cit was big, pushing shamelessly out of its covering hood of skin, so that in spite of her inexperience Sally had no trouble finding it. She punched at it with her tongue.

"Aaailiieeeeehhjthh!" screamed Terry, grabbing her big boobs and squashing them against her ribcage. "Oh God! I'm coooommmming!"

A sudden rush of oils flowed from the spasming pussy and flooded Sally's mouth.

She sucked it up as avidly as she had sucked up Ricky's seething white come, licking and sucking and greedily gobbling up every last bit of oily goodness.

Terry was bucking like a bronco in the throes of her come, while Sally clawed into her joggling ass and the ate pussy furiously.

The dyke soared upwards on wings of pleasure. But even when she came back to earth Sally did not let up the assault on her clit. The blonde girl could feel waves of pleasure crashing out from the steaming snatch and driving Terry mad with delight. And pleasing the woman was pleasing Sally.

She had her knees under her now. Her naked ass waved in the cool air of the room. Cunt juice glittered in the tangled strands of her bush, and silvered the downward-peeking lips of her pussy. Her excitement was so great that rivulets of aromatic pussy sauce ran down her slim thighs and stained the crumpled sheets.

Sally was completely under Terry's spell. Nothing mattered to her now but eating cunt. And she was about to come off by herself, if Estancia was any judge. And she was.

It was time for phase two.

The raven-haired Chicana looked at the doorway. Her two accomplices stood crowded together there, goggling at the erotic spectacle. Carlos' trousers were bulging fit to burst, and Fred was massaging his crotch and rolling his eyes.

"Hey there, Federico," hissed Estancia. "How about you get in on the act, eh?"

Carlos looked disappointed. Eagerly Fred skinned out of his trousers and underpants. His skinny prick stood at stiff attention under his paunch. He started to drop the discarded garments on the wood floor.

"No – not yet," whispered Estancia. "Don't you want to get your belt? Have some real fun, no? The kind you dig on so much?"

An evil light came on in the blond man's pig eyes. His lips trembled in anticipation as he threaded the belt out of the loops and let the trousers drop. He held the leather strap loosely, looked questioningly at Estancia.

Reading his mind, she shook her head. "No, don't use the buckle. We don't wanna mark her up too much – yet. Comprendes?"

Fred shrugged, then nodded. Taking the massive brass buckle in his beefy hand, he wrapped the belt once around his paw and started forward.

His eyes were fixed on the upturned half-moons of Sally Canavan's ass. Neither woman saw or felt him approach. Terry's eyes were screwed shut again and Sally was hopelessly lost in the sweet depths of her cunt.

Fred's breath was coming in great ragged gasps when he stopped beside the bed.

His heart was pounding so hard it seemed the others in the room would hear it.

That soft, naked vulnerable, sweetly rounded white ass held an irresistible fascination for him. He gazed on it as though it were something holy, while he tested the heft of the belt and prepared to worship it in his own special way.

Oblivious to him, Sally devoured Terry's cunt. She wrapped her lips around the sensitive jewel of the clit and sucked while her tongue teased its very tip.

Terry sighed and writhed and rushed towards another orgasm. One hand stroked Sally's blonde hair while the other played with a nipple. Terry rolled the inflated nubbin around and around between her fingers, thrilling to the sensation, pinching, squeezing, pressing the nipple into the doughlike flesh of her mighty jug.

A big fat drop of cunt oil welled from the cleft of Sally's cunt and rolled, glistening, down the inside of her thigh.

Fred's body shuddered at the sight He groaned and raised his belt, taking careful aim.

A resounding crack! like a gunshot shattered the air. Sally jumped and screamed, full-throated, straight into the other woman's pussy. Even muffled by cunt the shriek was piercing and pain-shot.

The vibrations the scream caused in Terry's pussy were unbelievable. She arched her back as a fantastic orgasm pounded into her with sledgehammer force. Her hands clawed the back of Sally's neck while her strong thighs crushed the blonde head between them. Blinding light burned in her skull and sweet fire consumed her body. Her muscles shook with the fury of the spasms that hit her again and again as she came. Juice fountained from her cunt, pouring into Sally's open mouth and nostrils.

Eyes wild, Fred raised his arm for another strike. Crack! Slash! Crack! Whack!

The blows fell like stinging acid rain on Sally's tender asscheeks. Each fearsome cut of the thick leather belt left a fire-red mark across the globes of her butt. Each cut left a deep furrow in the soft nubile flesh, which turned quickly into a raised and puffy weal. And each slash of the belt was the worst pain Sally had ever felt in her life. Each was impossibly far worse than the last.

Sally was shrieking, her muffled cries mingling with the ecstatic groans from Fred and Terry – and the high, demonic laughter of Estancia Cruz, rising above everything. Terry was lost in the most incredible multiple orgasm of her life, hitting her like tidal waves pounding a seaside cliff. She could hear the vicious reports of the whipping Fred was giving Sally. Her heart went out to the sweet, so-talented blonde girl who was giving her so much pleasure. But she couldn't help Sally – she couldn't help herself. The girl's mouth, twisting and howling into her pussy as her convulsions drove her face ever deeper into Terry's red-furred quim had her completely out of control. And the knowledge of the pain stabbing into Sally's beautiful adolescent body at every impact of the sadist's belt was giving her every orgasm a sharper edge.

"Oh! Oooooooh!" she moaned. "It's okay! It's okay-hey-hey-aaaayyyy! Oh darling, oh baby, just hold on…ooooh! Ohgoooddd! Oh it'll… it'll be Eeeeet" Hopelessly the lesbian stroked her lover's head while Fred abused her ass with pounding brutality.

He moved so that he could lay cut after stinging cut into the tinder crack of Sally's ass so that the girl thought she would be torn in two. Then Fred shifted again. This time the leather tip of the belt lashed around the pale top of her thigh and bit like a scorpion's sting at her down-turned pussy mound.

Twice the hard leather cut between the lips of Sally's cunt, slashing like a razor into her consciousness.

It felt as though gasoline had been poured over her ass, her flowing pussy, and set alight. She twisted her mouth away from the caress of Terry's cunt and began to shriek, "Don't! Stop! Stoooo – oooopppp! Oh please ohpleas‚! I'll do anything, I'll… ooooooaaaaaaaaaahhhll!" Her voice rose to an incoherent, ear-shattering wail. Frothing cunt oils ran down her smooth cheek.

Estancia screamed with laughter. Her black hair streamed down her back as she threw her head back in delight. This was better than she ever imagined! Fred gobbling like a fucking turkey as he beat at the reddened rump, Terry so far gone in the wildest climax of her life she couldn't come down, and Sally going mad with the torture she couldn't stop! Estancia's voluptuous body shuddered as she came, her black-haired cunt spilling its honey into her pants.