"Ahh," Liz sighed. She longed to press her thighs together and enfold the red-haired head in the adoring walls of her soft flesh. Even after the pussy-wracking tumult of her climax, the slithering touch of Janet's tongue on the hot mouth of her pussy felt supremely good.
Suddenly the loving, licking mouth was gone from her pussy. At the same time a slim finger sought for and found the button of her big clit, and began to rotate against the tender pink bud of flesh.
"Oh!" Liz exclaimed. Her clit was still a bit sore from the working-over Janet's tongue had given it. But the redheaded woman's touch was gentle and sure. In a few moments Liz's pain was replaced by passion, and she was breathing in choppy gusts as lust totally possessed her pussy.
Warm breath tickled the exposed lips of her pussy. Her head still resting against the back of the divan, her eyes still luxuriously closed, Liz thought happily that Janet had decided to resume her pussy lapping. The captive girl's body trembled in excited anticipation at the prospect.
She was not disappointed. A wet, slightly rough tongue-tip touched the girl's puckered asshole, then strove upwards along the cunt slash. "Yes!" the girl hissed as the tongue stroked across her clit, still extended from its hood of pussy flesh.
The tongue-stroke at her cunt was repeated. Liz's lush buttcheeks trembled on the sofa with the tremendous erotic energy building in her pussy. God, did that redhead ever know how to eat cunt, she thought.
The tongue licked out again at Liz's hot pussy. The contact of rough tongue on her tender pussy hit her like a blow.
She gasped. There was something wrong! Something about the tongue that wasn't as it should have been.
Not that it didn't feel like Janet's tongue, the tongue that her twat had gotten to know so deliciously well a few short minutes ago!
Hot breath washed insistently over her pussy as the tongue laved warm saliva over her gaping pussy mouth. Then the tongue was gone. Liz felt a pang of disappointment.
"Oh, Brad, now!" she moaned, her voice as full of pleading as Liz's. "Give it to me! Shove that gigantic cock up my pussy! Pleeease!"
Her husband's cock sprang out from his crotch, once more swollen to its full, awesome dimensions. The red-hued prickhead seemed to pulsate along with the lust pounding in his veins. He dropped to his knees on the carpet behind his half-nude wife. He placed one hand on a pliant mound of her asscheek, the other he wrapped around his massive cock. He fitted his prick to her cunt and shoved his hips forward. The blunt head of his cock slipped wetly between the loose lips of his wife's pussy, it began to wedge them farther apart as the prick surged inward.
"Yesss!" Janet shrilled. "Your cock is stretching my pussy! It's so bi-i-g! Yes, hurry, fuck it all the way up my cunt – ahh!"
The breath was literally driven from her by the force of Brad's huge cock as it thrusted into her cunt, accompanied by a fine spray of pussy juice.
Liz's eyes were wide open with horror and despair. Her brown eyes looked up into Janet's green ones – they are the same shade of green as Jamie's! the tormented girl thought.
Brad's fingers dug like claws into the tender flesh of his wife's ass. Not for the first time, he found himself grateful for his wife's passion for exercising. Having had his big prick stuffed up the juicy pussy of the foxy teenager not half an hour before had given him grounds for easy comparison, and Janet's red-haired cunt was scarcely less snug around his tremendous prick than the teenybopper's auburn haired twat!
The rhythmic noise of his cock invading Janet's pussy was music to his ears. Exhausted by her fruitless struggle, Liz let her head fall back against the sofa. Sweat rolled down her face, glistened on her big tits, boobs so firm that they scarcely flattened at all as she leaned back in defeat. Her hands were numb from her wrists being tied so tightly, and her useless attempts at escape had chafed her ankles.
She shut her eyes and tried to imagine it was all a dream. None of this could be happening! Her own uncle wouldn't whip her and force her to suck his cock! He wouldn't sell her to a man, to fuck and then turn his sadistic twins loose on her!
"Nooo!" She could hear ecstatic grunts from Janet now, as Brad jammed her pussy with his monster of a cock. Liz opened her eyes to find the redhead staring fixedly at her. Janet was biting her lower lips, and a dreamy look of utter joy was in her eyes. Her nostrils flared with every surge of her husband's huge cock up the narrow passage of her pussy. Brad's hips made slight bumping sounds against her lush buttcheeks as he fucked her.
[missing text]ing furiously her pussy, from the undiminished aroma of her own cunt juices that filled her nose, from the continued slippery feeling of the small canine cock fucking her pussy, Liz's cunt was still lubricating!
The awful truth came to her then. She screamed louder, louder than she ever had before. Janet winced at the sound of her outcry, and Brad was shocked into immobility, his prick stuck full-length up his wife's cunt. Her pussy sauces trickled down over his jerking balls in a hot stream that turned him on still more. His hands trembled on her rounded white asscheeks.
Liz ignored the shocked looks on their faces. She rolled her eyes upward and stared at the ceiling, trying hard to blank her mind, to deny what she had learned.
But now, somehow, he sensed the forbidden eagerness that grew within the young girl's body. Even as she arched her back to impale her cunt more fully on his plunging prick, he redoubled the efforts of his fucking to match the sudden flowering of her horny passion.
"Ah! Uhh! No! Yesss!" Conflicting emotions battled within Liz's confused mind, but there was no longer any doubt as to the outcome.
CHAPTER SEVEN
With an ironic expression on her pert, pretty face, Liz eyed her reflection in the big mirror beside the bed of her motel room.
All of her young life she'd dreamt of having fine, fashionable clothes. Being an orphan, and being the ward of a self-styled minister who frowned – or so he'd always claimed – upon females adorning their bodies in sinful fashions, had kept that a faraway hope with little chance of realization.
Rut now things had changed. Danny made another of his girls – the slim, olive-skinned Elena – take her out to buy clothes. Price was no object, the dapper little man had declared. He wanted his merchandise wrapped in an appealing package.
So now Liz had the elegant, exquisite wardrobe she'd always desired. All it had cost her was her freedom.
Now she was waiting once more for the knock on the door, which meant that whoever had paid – and paid well – for the privilege of using or abusing her young body any way they saw fit, had arrived. She scanned herself once more, trying to gain at least some satisfaction from the way she looked.
She was quite a vision by anybody's standards. Her height was accentuated by high-heeled black sandals, with straps that wound high up her shapely calves. Filmy pants the color of burgundy came low down her legs. Her blouse was a pale blue, with long, full sleeves. It was sheer enough so that the white of her big tits and the dark nipples crowning them could be seen when the light hit her right. From certain angles, the dark triangular thatch of her pussy fur could be seen in a tantalizing light through the pants.
It was an outfit guaranteed to drive any red blooded male crazy with desire.
A brisk rap at her door made her heart flutter. She put a slim hand up to her throat. Would her client be another handsome young man like Jamie? She laughed at herself for being naive enough to imagine that she could have that kind of luck twice.
She'd grown up a lot in the past few days.
The knock sounded again, impatiently. She didn't think that was a very good omen. Outside, it was evening. The blazing glare of daylight had gone, and a cool breeze cut through the dull heat the day had laid down. Two people stood on the concrete walkway in front of Liz's room. Behind them the pool lapped and gurgled complacently.