Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

She squirmed, grinding her ass into his groin, taking him all in.

A line of white, appeared where the lips of Estancia's cunt were wrapped around the base of Ricky's cock. His come had filled her greedy belly and flooded out of her. It ran in a sticky stream down his balls as he kept pumping it into her pussy.

When the fires of climax had died down, Estancia shivered all over like a wet dog. With excruciating slowness she lifted herself from Ricky's prick. It slid agonizingly out, still hard. Its magnificent length was shiny with the mingled juices of their come.

Her black-furred cunt was reluctant to give up its big prize. The red lips clung greedily to the cock head, slurping and slobbering, and finally let go, with a pop. A string of come slowly oozed from the loose cunt mouth and slopped into Ricky's crotch.

Gooey strands of come slithered down Estancia's sweat-sheened, firm thighs as she walked proudly to the center of the room. She loomed over her captive like a craven figure of a goddess of lust, savoring Sally's defeat as she'd savored Ricky's prick. Sally lifted her head to look into her triumphal jet-black gaze.

Strong hands twined in blonde hair. Estancia thrust her messy, dripping pussy forward. "Eat it!" she commanded Sally. "Clean out my cunt. Lick all your lover's come out of his sister's steaming quim!"

The stink of cunt and come filled Sally's head. She choked. She dosed her eyes and tried to turn away.

"Lick me out!" ordered Estancia. "Get your tongue in my snatch!" Sally shook her head. Wet stuff smeared her mouth. A trickle of come ran down her chin.

Estancia yanked on Sally's long blonde hair. Tears came to the captive's clear blue eyes, but she kept her lips clamped lightly shut. "God damn you, you gringa whore!" shrieked Estancia. "Get it on! Get your mouth on my pussy and clean me out!"

When Sally continued to refuse, Estancia called out to her pet sadist. "Get over here, Fred," she said huskily. "Get your belt out. If this little bitch doesn't give my cunt the tongue-lashing of its life, take some skin off her floppy tits!"

Grinning moronically, Fred shambled up, pulling the belt from its loops. Sally rolled her eyes around and watched him come up beside her. "Make your choice, bitch!" snarled Estancia. "My cunt or the belt. Or do you just dive in gringa's muffs? Shall I tell Ricky all about you and Terry? How you wrapped your tongue around her ditty and made her scream for more? Better show him your stuff, or Freddy'll skin you!"

Cheeks burning, with shame and anger, Sally opened her mouth and began to eat cunt. As her lips parted, Estancia thrust her cunt-bun against her face the way she had with Ricky.

A hot rush of liquid filled Silly's mouth. She choked and sputtered. She felt gobs of come rolling around on her tongue as her lips worked and played with the lips of the Chicana's steaming pussy.

The hands tightened agonizingly in her hair. Estancia's breath came faster and faster. She was really turned on! Sally knew her humiliation was turning the brunette on as much as her tongue.

Her tongue probed into the channel of Estancia's cunt. Deeper and deeper it went, till Sally's jaws ached. Like a serpent it quested and poked, hunting for drops of Ricky's sweet come. Sally felt a small delight each time the beloved and familiar taste of her lover's sperm touched her taste buds.

Sally recoiled as something seemed to grab her tongue. Then she realized Estancia had clenched the wails of her cunt on it. What muscular control! she marveled. What it must be like for a man's cock to feel that! Again she felt hopelessly inferior. How could she compete with such a knowledgeable, nimble cunt?

The lining of Estancia's pussy tunnel was like fine silk. Her oils were flowing freely flow, filling Sally's throat and mouth as the blonde reamed out the furthest reaches of her pussy. At last Sally's tongue could find no more traces of come no matter how far it burrowed. Her sharp chin was thrust into the red and dripping slash, and her upper teeth were crushing Estancia's clitoris.

Sally could feel her quaking with pleasure. Now that the first waves of revulsion were gone, she found herself enjoying the taste and feel of Estancia's pussy. It was a truly wonderful pussy, Sally had to admit. Its texture was soft and seductive. It was as delicious as anything she had ever tasted. And the triangular tangle of black pubic hair that swam before her eyes covered a beautifully molded pussy mound tucked between flawless thighs.

Estancia Cruz' cunt was as totally lovely as the rest of her. Except her mind.

And it wasn't her mind that Sally was eating-out with growing fervor!

By the time Estancia shook and gasped with climax, her prisoner's own tasty pussy was moist with lust. The stinging as Estancia pulled on her hair in her throes of pleasure hardly bothered Sally. She was too totally caught up in the carnal delights of Estancia's hot, slippery pussy.

One sweet gush of oils wafted Sally to heaven as Estancia's pussy pulsed and came. The Chicana's olive asscheeks clamped together as she ground her twat against the blonde's eagerly caressing mouth. The delight from her entrapped cut felt like an eruption, and the slithering tongue up her cunt was sheer joy.

After an eternity Estancia let go of Sally's hair and stepped back. She regretted having to stop. "I was right," she said, almost tenderly. "You are damn good at sucking cunt. Too bad I wasted so much on Terry." Sally gazed up at her. She licked the last remnants of Estancia's pussy sauce off her lips.

"Now I do something for you," Estancia said. "Freddie! Get me apiece of kindling wood a foot long or so, about this big around." She held up her fingers in an "0" a bit over an inch wide.

Freddie looked as puzzled as Sally, but turned and did whit she told him to. He walked over to the fireplace and started rooting through a big box of kindling.

Estancia dropped to her knees beside Sally. Her body heat was oddly comforting to the slender girl. The Chicana put out one hand and stroked her cheek. Sally turned away, expecting a slap.

The blow never came. Instead Estancia petted her cheek a few more times, then let her hand fall to one budding breast. Expertly she began to knead the nipple, staring into the azure depths of Sally's eyes. Sally kept her expression neutral, though her pussy was crying out with lust.

When the little button of delicate flesh on the tip of Sally's pointy jug was hard and throbbing with life, Estancia moved her hand on down to cup her prisoner's downy cunt. A long-nailed finger dipped into the pussy. Sally tensed again, waiting for the hideous stab of the nail. It never came either. Instead Estancia finger-fucked her slowly, languorously, thrillingly.

"Do you want me?" Estancia asked, her voice low. "Do you Want me to eat your pussy?"

Stunned, Sally opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out. She nodded.

A gentle hand on her shoulder pushed Sally down onto her back. The hard floorboards were cool on her spine. The ropes tightened around her wrists as they slid down the post. She roiled onto her side, and the pressure eased.

Sally felt pools of black hair wash over her body. Lush lips slid down her flanks, across the mound of her belly. Hands pressed her thighs apart. Sally lifted one leg and rested it, foot on floor, knee cocked. Estancia put her magnificent head of hair between Sally's legs. Her eyes devoured the milky globes of the girl's ass.

Warm breath feathered over Sally's slash. Was it real! she asked herself. What could be behind this change in Estancia? It was her madness, no doubt. She must experience violent changes of personality, Sally decided. But she didn't think about it very carefully. Instead she relaxed and closed her eyes dreamily as Estancia's mouth closed on her pussy.