Yvonne gripped Diana's head and ground her pussy into the captive's beautiful face. "Yes!" she cried. "Ohhhhh, I love it! How I love to feel your mouth on my pussy! Suck on my cunt lips – lick my hot clitty – eat me!"
The lips of Yvonne's greedy cunt slipped past Diana's teeth. Pussy oils scaled her tongue. Her nose was pressed into the thick black thatch that covered the mound of her captor's cunt. The dripping pussy almost cried out for attention.
Slowly, Diana put her tongue out and teased it between the flexible pussy flaps, and into the overflowing well of Yvonne's cunt.
She raised her hands to Yvonne's thighs. The flesh was smooth and silky. As she slid her hands beneath her tormentor's lovely ass, she felt her own pussy tingle and begin to water with excitement. She cupped Yvonne's asscheeks with fervent fingers and buried her face in the woman's slobbering cunt.
Her tongue fucked deep into Yvonne's cunt. A wild scream of ecstasy burst from the black-haired wanton's lips. The prisoner's hands felt good on her ass, the all-consuming mouth fastened like a lamprey over her pussy was almost unbearably thrilling, filling her body with delight.
With something like horror, Mike Burden watched his captive wife become visibly turned on by eating Yvonne's cunt. Diana's big tits, dangling down to her ribcage, seemed to swell, and the nipples hardened with desire. Her slim fingers began to mold and caress the pliable flesh of the woman's ass. Her auburn head bobbed excitedly as she ate eagerly at the gaping cunt.
"Your wife is a very talented woman, Mr. Burden," Eric said. "She obviously gives excellent head. I haven't seen my sister get so excited from having her cunt lapped in a longer time than I can remember."
His mouth still gagged, Mike could not respond with words. But the look he gave the motel manager spoke volumes. Then he turned his anguished attention back toward his cunt-eating wife.
Raven-haired Yvonne certainly was getting excited. Her head was thrown back so that her midnight-tresses streamed down her bare back. Her back was arched and her large tits jutted toward the ceiling. Her whole body was in motion at the raw erotic joy of having Diana devour her cunt.
The young bride was amazed. She was actually enjoying the feel and taste of another woman's pussy! Yvonne's assflesh was a delight to touch, and she could feel the excitement building in Yvonne's naked body. It seemed to flow into her mouth through the black-furred cunt.
Her tongue made a circle within the woman's cunt. "Unnnnn!" Yvonne moaned. Her buttcheeks tightened in Diana's eager grasp. "T-tongue my cunt good!"
Diana lifted her head from her captor's pussy. The cord had slipped from Yvonne's hand and hung from Diana's neck to the floor. Neither naked young beauty paid any attention to it. Escape was the last thing on Diana's mind, and they both knew it.
Holding her tongue out stiff like a ragingly hard cock, Diana began to scout the pink, wide-open mouth of Yvonne's pussy. With just the tongue-tip between the frilly fringes of Yvonne's cunt, it felt to the azure-eyed woman like a feather was tickling her delicate pussy lips. Aromatic oils leaked from the slack-lipped twat in a steady flow to stain the chair.
"Uh-uh – I can hardly stand it," Yvonne gritted. Her teeth were clenched as though from unbearable agony. Diana's tongue teasing the insides of her cunt lips was filling her pussy with a pleasure so intense she could barely stand it. "Oh, Diana, honey – you do that so well! Push your face right up my cunt, sweetheart. I'm about to come!"
Pulse hammering lustfully in her ears, Diana got a good grip on her twin handfuls of succulent ass and leaned into the open cunt with a splash of pussy sauce. "Yeeeeeah!" howled Yvonne as Diana frantically gobbled at her pussy.
Instinct took over. As long-nailed fingers caressed her temples, Diana sought and found the swollen button of Yvonne's clit, sticking out of its protective hood of pink flesh at the upper end of her pussy slit. She licked the ultrasensitive clit while cunt honey trickled down her chin.
It was as though a live wire had been touched to the pearly nerve-node of Yvonne's clit. Surges of sheer erotic electricity stabbed into her pussy. Her cunt gushed with sweet pussy sauces as a violent orgasm wracked her magnificent nude body.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Yvonne wailed. Her feet kicked in the air. Her thighs were wide apart, opening her cunt like a pink, bearded clam to Diana's lusting lips. Her nipples quivered and her tits bounced as climax after furious climax shook her body. Passion pulled a red curtain over her eyes.
Her powerful stomach muscles drove her, pussy against Diana's face in a series of short, hard jerks.
Her cunt lips kissed the naked captive's chin. Diana licked and sucked her clit until the juices ran from that climaxing cunt as though from a squeezed orange.
Diana could feel the wild energy of Yvonne's orgasm. She was near to coming herself. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, and began to lick the length of Yvonne's cunt, running her tongue along the liquid-filled slit. Yvonne shrieked as the cunt-eating made her come yet again.
Then, her hands were on Diana's shoulders, pushing the auburn-haired captive onto her back on the floor. Yvonne sat, facing Diana's feet. Her cunt was above Diana's face. The prisoner watched with lustful anticipation as Yvonne's flawless asscheeks lowered toward her face and the black-furred cunt bloomed like an exotic pink flower. Yvonne's pussy pressed down on her face, cunt flaps parting to enfold her hungry mouth. Then Diana felt the subtle, thrilling touch of her captor's mouth on her own cunt. Sighing with delight as Yvonne kissed her needy cunt, she opened her mouth and began to eat the luscious pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The sun beat down mercilessly on Diana's naked, spread-eagled body. "Please," she moaned, twisting in her bonds. "Let me go. My-my tits are getting sunburned."
Standing with her hands on her lush hips, next to the oddly-shaped frame to which her captive was bound, Yvonne shook her head and clucked with mock concern. "Poor baby," she said. "Such lovely tits you have. We wouldn't want anything to happen to them, now, would we?"
She glanced over her shoulder, toward a corner of the motel. Traffic swished by on the highway beyond. Diana wanted to scream for help, but she knew very well no sound would carry above the sound of the fast-moving cars.
Yvonne's nipples were hard. "In just a minute," she said with a lascivious smile, "we'll have some shade for you."
A heavy smell hung in the hot, still air. Diana's eyes moved to her captor's crotch. Cunt juice dewed the tufted fur between her thighs, and a gleaming trail of pussy oil ran down the inside of one long leg. Yvonne and her brother had something mysterious in store for their beautiful prisoner, and the black-haired woman was obviously horny as hell at the very thought of it.
Diana had a feeling that, whatever it was, it was going to be extremely unpleasant for her.
"I'm sorry, Di, honey," her husband said. A heavy post had been driven into the bare earth behind the motel, and Mike Burden was chained to it. He'd strained against his fetters till the muscles of his thick arms had stood out in bold relief, to no avail. "I wish to God there was something I could do."
Diana looked at him. His blunt, square face was filled with concern and pain. He was blaming himself for all this, she knew. If he hadn't let Yvonne seduce him into fucking her tits, his new young wife would not have been put through the terrible indignities she'd undergone – and wouldn't be tied nude beneath the blazing desert sun, awaiting some new degradation or torture.
But Diana couldn't blame her husband. Not after the way she'd behaved.
When Yvonne had eaten her pussy, Diana had experienced a pleasure so intense she could barely believe it. She had responded eagerly, her tongue whipping Yvonne's cunt juice to a froth and setting off another orgasm in that moonwhite body within moments. Then she had come too from Yvonne energetically tonguefucking her pussy. Her strong thighs had locked around that ebony-haired head and she'd impaled her pussy on the woman's tongue as though it were a cock. Her pussy walls had caressed the cunt-probing, squeezing it like soft intimate fingers as Diana drank down Yvonne's pussy sauce.