Her tongue flickered over the slit of Wanda's hot cunt. She felt the tension shoot through the woman's quivering thighs as her pussy gushed cunt oils to soak her teasing tongue. Not bad at all, she thought as her tastebuds sent a message to her brain about the good flavor of the shiny pussy juice.
In fact, the black-haired woman's cunt was delicious!
Abruptly, Liz felt her own cunt begin to water with horniness. There was no way she could avoid eating this marvelous pussy now. If she balked at this point, what Wanda would do to her would make the earlier whipping seem like mere love play! So there was no reason in the world she shouldn't just go with the tide and try to enjoy her first experience with eating pussy.
It wasn't hard. The way the touch of her tongue on her sensitive pussy lips brought such an obvious, immediate reaction from Wanda turned her on. The black-haired woman's thighs quivered against the sides of Liz's head as her passion rose to intolerable heights, her fingers toying with the back of the girl's neck, and each new tweak or tease of the tongue attacking her pussy brought a new flood of cunt honey streaming from her cunthole.
Liz's mouth was wide-open, as wide as it had been when she'd swallowed Jamie's cock on that day long ago. It was as if she was actually trying to eat that black-haired pussy for real, biting a chunk out of the tasty cunt as though it was a wedge of furry pie!
Her tongue stroked up and down the slavering slash of Wanda's pussy, driving between the delicate inner cunt flaps where the pussy-flavor was most intense. Now and again she allowed the tip of her stiffened tongue to brush the swollen node of Wanda's clit, knowing, what it did to her.
It had the desired effect on the black-haired woman. In a few laps of her tongue, she had the brunette clawing at the back of her head and banging her pussy against her face, as though trying to fuck herself on that darting, maddening tongue!
Muffled by the walls of Wanda's thighs, she could hear her tormentor shrieking, in the throes of ecstasy. Liz's tongue lashed out at the black-haired woman's pussy as mercilessly as its owner's whip had lashed at hers. And in some dim way, she sensed that the emotions the black-haired woman was undergoing weren't all that different from the ones she'd felt, squirming under the lash.
There was no time for that, though. It seemed that Wanda's pussy opened like a mouth and gathered in her tongue, and as she thrust her tongue willingly into the flooded tunnel of the other's pussy, she felt it collapsing around her tongue with sudden manic urgency.
"Ah! Ohhh!" she heard Wanda shriek. "Eat me! Eat my pussy good! I'm commminng!"
Somehow Liz was not at all surprised when her own pussy clenched abruptly, and she came too.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You realize you're going to have to pay extra for this," Danny said. "A lot extra!"
The dark man shrugged. "What I want, I get. I'm willing to pay." He glanced at his companion, whose eyes still glowed with the remnants of the passion Liz's mouth had kindled in her cunt. "You can, of course, use Wanda if you wish."
Danny cast his eyes at the stately brunette. A little skinny for my taste, he thought, but padded in all the right places. Her tits were high and proud and full, the nipples clearly outlined against the fabric of her thin tip, easily visible in the bright lights illuminating the motel playground.
Tied to the merry-go-round, and naked and miserable, Liz listened numbly to the conversation. The dark man had proposed to buy her, she knew, and that could mean only one thing.
Whatever he had in mind to do to her, she was not likely to survive it.
She met the realization with surprising calmness. She done her crying, her screaming, her pleading; she was drained of all emotion. She could not stop them from doing anything they wished to her. She had resigned herself to fate.
But even her total resignation couldn't entirely take the discomfort and humiliation out of her present position, however. The merry-go-round was a ten-foot disc of corrugated metal, with tubular railings for the children to hang on to, set on a low post so that it could turn freely.
Liz's naked body was tied down to one of the railings. Her body had been draped lewdly over the cold, curved metal, her legs drawn apart and lashed to its uprights, her hands tied behind her back. Her big jugs and lush ass were thrust out, naked and exposed.
Cool night-time breezes caressed her naked skin, raising goosebumps. Traffic hissed by along the street in front of the motel, blocked from view by the low buildings. In the other direction was the busy freeway, but it too was blocked, by a high earth embankment between it and the motel. No one would see Liz in her final agony, nor hear her anguished screams. The thought threatened to shatter her new-found calm. She felt her eyes fill with stinging tears.
"Payment in advance," she heard Danny saying. Unspeaking, the stranger reached into his pocket and pulled out a big wad of bills. Without so much as looking at it, he tossed it to the man. Danny leafed through the roll of greenbacks. His eyes got bigger and bigger as he did so, till they seemed about to pop right out of his head.
He looked up at the other man. "B-but why?" he sputtered. "Why are you willing to lay down this kind of cash?"
The dark man smiled thinly. "It's the Fourth of July. I want to celebrate."
Liz cocked her head. She'd actually forgotten about the holiday. In the neighborhood where she lived – used to live – the constant rattling of firecrackers for weeks in advance made it impossible to forget the fourth was coming. In her air-conditioned cell, she hadn't heard any firecrackers going off, and with the awful, turmoil in her life, the date had been the last thing of any concern to her.
She heard footsteps crunching on gravel. Danny was now standing in front of her. Off to one side, she saw the dark man open the trunk of his steel grey Mercedes and bend down to rummage in the darkness.
Danny reached out to pat her head. "I-I'm sorry about this, kid." She jerked her head away from his touch. "You were one of the best, believe me. But I simply can't turn down this kind of cash." He hefted the roll of bills in his hand.
She stared at him, coldly. If he expected sympathy, when he'd just sold her to God-only-knew what kind of sadistic murderer, he could go fuck himself!
But then, he'd more than likely go fuck the only too willing Wanda. And, watching the auburn haired teenager being tortured to death, the brunette would probably be the wildest fuck imaginable.
Danny turned away. The dark man was coming, carrying something. With Wanda helping, holding her skirt up around her thighs – her bare legs bluish-white in the star and lamplight – he set some dark, conical objects at intervals on the ground around the rim of the merry-go-round. When that was done, he stepped up onto the platform with her. It rocked slightly to his weight as he came to stand before her.
"It's the Fourth of July," he said plainly. Something long and thin, like an oversized pencil, was in his hand. "I thought you'd like some fireworks."
He scraped a match along the railing. Liz felt a stinging in her flank as the blue and white head blazed into life. He held the flame to the far tip of the long rod in his hand.
Instantly it sputtered into life, spraying a stream of dazzling gold sparks. "Here," he said, his teeth flashing a smile, and turned the rod so that the hot spray played over her, naked tits!
"AAAH!" Liz writhed, trying to escape the searing pain in her boobs. The droplets of flame that danced against her exposed boobs were not hot enough to damage her, but they were still hot enough to be unbearable sparks hissed against the pale titflesh, still hot from the touch of Wanda's whip, deflecting from her nipples. When the little sparks touched her sensitive nipple, pain lanced right through her full boobs.