Chapter 7
Donna flinched when she felt Carla's warm tongue wet the insides of her thighs. She held her breath, feeling the snake-like projection flutter upward, then into her pussy hairs.
"Please ... stop," Donna whimpered, closing her eyes to block out the scene. "This isn't right ... normal."
"But it's so sweet," Carla countered, darting the tip of her tongue inside Donna's cunt entrance. "Mmmmmmm, I just love licking cum out of pussy."
Carla's words disgusted Donna. How could a woman demean herself so? Even to do it at all was horrible, but while the men watched!
Carla placed her fingers to the sides of Donna's cunt, then stretched the pussy opening wider. As she did, a milky stream of warm cum seeped into her corn-colored cunt hairs. Carla peered inside Donna's pussy hole, saw the fluttering walls tighten slightly.
"Just relax," she whispered. "I can do this better than any man you've ever had."
What does that matter, Donna wondered? Did it erase the degradation they both shared?
Suddenly, her pussy lips began burning with pleasure. She tried to block out the sensations, but the more she fought, the more intense her pleasure grew.
Yes ... Carla did know what she was doing.
But better than a man?
Donna missed the rough texture of beard, the probing, masculine fingers. Carla's mouth was creating an itch, nothing more.
"Please ... stop," she said, throwing her head to one side. "I ... I don't like this."
Carla ignored her protests, and, if anything, increased the pressure of her mouth. Her tongue was now fully inside Donna's pussy, licking at the streams of cum.
"Chew on it," Tony said from across the room. "Get the little whore all warmed up so we can all fuck her."
Donna jerked her eyes open. She had considered the idea of being fucked over and over by these animals, but to fuck them all at once!
Three hard cocks stabbing into her body. One in her mouth, the other two fucking out her fuck holes ...
Was it possible for a woman to take so much cock all at once?
Something told her that each day of the week to follow would be an eternity.
"Ohhhh, there must be a quart of hot cum up here," Carla moaned, digging her nails into the flesh of Donna's thighs. "Want to help me lick it?" She looked through the silky bush of Donna's cunt hair.
"No!" Donna said, totally disgusted.
"Sure is good," Carla teased.
Again Donna closed her eyes, tried to imagine what must be going through Carla's mind. To lick cum out of a pussy!
"Ahhhh ... just look at this," Carla said, sitting back on her haunches, parting her lips.
Donna looked in spite of herself. What she saw made her body tighten. Carla was rolling her pink tongue around in her mouth, letting the milky fluid ooze over her bottom lip, to her chin.
Donna was mesmerized, wondering what the fluid would taste like. Milky and flavored with cunt juice and the girl's spit ...
It would melt into the back of her throat like acid, rolling downward, filling her stomach with warmth.
"Sure you don't want some?" Carla said, her eyes glinting with hunger.
This time Donna's response was a little slower. Still, she shook her head.
She couldn't-wouldn't-lower herself to the level of these savages.
"Just try a bite," Carla insisted, getting to her feet.
Donna struggled against the bonds, but it was useless. The girl would force her to commit this horror, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Carla's lips drew closer, so close that Donna could smell the perfumed aroma of cum and cunt juice. Then, she felt a sticky warmth as their lips met.
Donna was prepared for any reaction but the one she experienced. The back of her throat tingled as if gently scraped by fingernails. Almost immediately, the sensations heightened. She felt her own tongue stab forward, glide into Carla's mouth.
No! No! her mind screamed.
"Mmmmmm, yes," she gurgled, then locked her lips firmly around Carla's mouth.
"I knew you'd like it," Carla whispered, running her fingers over the soft angles of Donna's tits.
"Would you fucking look at that," Bob whistled.
Donna wondered how it must appear to the men. Two naked women, kissing, their tits squeezing together, their lips crushed together.
Sucking cum back and forth!
The horror that closed in around her was worse than the act. She was enjoying it! And what's more, she didn't care that she was enjoying it.
It was as if she had suddenly become aware of the female form for the first time in her life. Unlike a man, it was soft, yielding, yet just as intense. Now she knew why men got so excited having rubbery nipples throbbing against their chests.
"Eat ... my pussy some more," she groaned into Carla's mouth. "I ... I don't care anymore ... just lick me ... please."
Carla gave a triumphant smile, then lowered herself slowly once more to her knees. She pulled Donna's delicate cunt opening apart and clamped her lips around her oozing pussy hole.
Carla was right, Donna thought. The girl was better than a man. Her tongue seemed to reach to every itch, every throbbing crevice. But it was sweet ... too sweet.
She missed the animal-like roughness of a man, the way a man's hands kneaded her flesh. And after getting her juiced-up, the feel of his massive cock ...
Ten inches of hard prick, fucking in and out like Carla's tongue was doing now. No, three pricks. One in her asshole, one in her cunt, the other one to suck on.
Her vision blurred with growing ecstasy, then the room seemed to spin. She looked about quickly, saw the grinning faces of the men. They were mocking, laughing, enjoying her shame.
A delicate throbbing in the back of her cunt caused her loins to burn. She began moving her hips back and forth, flexing her pussy muscles.
"Lick me ... fuck me with your tongue, bitch," she panted.
She no longer cared who mocked, who laughed. Nothing mattered but the delicious texture of wet, slippery tongue. It was almost as good as a cock-fucking.
"Eat ... screw it in ... chew on me . eat me up," she begged, her lips trembling with growing passion.
Carla pulled the loose folds of skin away from Donna's tiny, pulsating clit, then bared her teeth. Slowly, she scraped them up and down the taut clit shaft. The contractions of Donna's cunt caused more cum to ooze from the back of her cunt.
"Will you do mine?" Carla murmured.
Although Donna didn't hear, didn't understand, she would have done anything at that point the girl asked. She nodded her head up and down, moaned with anguished pleasure.
Then, before Donna fully realized what was happening, a burst of total release exploded around the root of Carla's tongue. The climax was wonderful but incomplete. Donna's cunt muscles sucked at an imaginary cock, demanded the hard texture against her pulsating pussy walls.
"Fuckkkkk!" Donna screamed. "I ... I need a big ... hard cock ... inside me ... eat ... fuck ... yessssss!"
A few moments later, when her pleasures subsided to dull throbs, she was aware of an emptiness. Carla had pulled away and sat back on her haunches, looking at Donna's smoldering pussy hole.
Then a memory stirred in Donna's mind. Carla had asked her something. She couldn't remember what, but she did know that she had agreed to do something.
"Now ... lick on mine," Carla said. She turned to Bob and smiled. "Untie her and put her mouth on my pussy."
Before Donna knew what was happening, the ropes became loose and she wilted to the floor. She was then dragged over to where Carla was and her head was forced down between Carla's parted thighs.
Carla's oozing, reddish-colored cunt hole gaped like a wound.
"No!" Donna yelled, pushing against the hand at the back of her neck. "I ... I won't!"
As she said the last word, her lips were violently crushed against the delicate folds of Carla's cunt flesh. Her nose was ground in the red-gold pussy hairs.
"Eat on it!" Bob commanded. "Strap that bitch's cunt on like a gas mask and suck, you pussy-eating whore."
Donna fought back a wave of revulsion, wishing she were dead. Never in her life had she imagined ever being this close to another woman!
Carla's cunt lips were like a mouth, munching at her tongue. Donna was drawn inside. Then she felt Carla's rubbery clit throb against her teeth.
My mouth is on a pussy! Donna thought, numbed.
A dark, creamy fuck hole where countless cocks have spit out gallons of cum over the years. Wayne's cock, Bob's cock, Tony's cock ...
She could almost taste the flavor of prick eating through the perfume of cunt juice.
"Oh, lick me," Carla moaned, clawing at Donna's shoulders. "Make it like a cock ... in and out ... bite me ... take me ... "
Donna couldn't believe the heat from the woman's pussy. Her cunt was like an oven! Did her own pussy feel like that when she was excited? Like a mouth?
She pushed her tongue fully inside the pink gash, darted the tip of her tongue over Carla's swollen flesh. More fuck fluid burned into her tongue.
"No ... please ... no," she said, more to herself than to the hand that held her down.
"Yes ... God, yes!" Carla cried. She began bucking her ass up and down, flexing her pussy muscles. "Fuck me with it ... all the way in ... faster, cunt, faster ... "
Although the hand moved away from the back of Donna's head, she made no attempt to pull her face away. She was now being held there by some mysterious force. And each time she stabbed her tongue inside, she felt her own cunt burn with pleasure.
"Just ... tie you up," Bob said, wrapping the ropes around Donna's wrists. He forced her hands down to Carla's ankles, then tied the two women together. "Now ... you can't get away."
Donna hated herself, but she was beginning to enjoy what was happening. Tied to a woman, made to perform ...
Carla's pussy was hot and the farther inside Donna fucked her tongue, the greater the pleasure. She began pulling at the ropes, but not to get free. Instead, she wanted to embrace the woman, draw her even closer.
"Mmmmm ... I ... love this," Donna heard herself say. "I never knew pussy tasted so good."
"Lick me ... God, I'm almost there," Carla moaned. Her back arched, then she began clawing at the air. "Yes ... Christ ... yes ... ohhhh ... Jesussssss!"
Carla's orgasm was so intense that Donna thought the woman's cunt would yank out her tongue. And the heat! If her cunt was like an oven before, it was like a volcano now!
Suddenly, the sensations at the back of Donna's throat melted downward and constricted her own guts. A fluttering became a series of spasms, then a hard convulsion, sweeping up her cunt tube.
"Mmmmffff," she gurgled, burrowing fully between Carla's legs. Another stab of climax ripped into her pussy. She gave another long groan, then opened her mouth as wide as possible. Tongue and clit throbbed wildly together.
Finally, the two women collapsed, their swollen tits heaving with excitement, their moans filling the room.
God, Donna thought, I've ... just licked out a pussy! A woman's pussy!
Was there no limit to her self-degradation?
And all because she had been so stupid about leaving her airline ticket.
She suddenly wondered what her husband was doing. He would be in California by now, and he probably had some cunt writhing beneath him.
His cock was fucking in and out wildly, ready to blow in his cum. And he was secure in the knowledge that she was in Florida.
What a laugh!
She would never even see Florida, much less play out any of her fantasies. She would be held prisoner here for a week, subjected to the horrors of these men, this woman. They would use her, abuse her over and over.
Then rob her.
Still, would she have had the pleasures-these pleasures-in Florida? Would she have done that to a woman? Yes, she had to admit, she would have missed a great deal.
She pulled at the ropes that bound her to Carla's legs. The hemp cut into her flesh like the teeth of a small animal, causing new sensations to throb in her cunt.
Then, without being ordered to do so, she again licked at Carla's smoldering pussy.
This time, though, she did it all on her own.
And the three men watched and waited.