"Well now, bitch!" the man said after he had buckled his pants. "That was a pretty good fuck! But I have to be going now. It's getting late, and the cops will be looking all around for me. I want you to stay right here until after I'm gone!"
Erica could hear him laughing as he walked away, but she didn't care. She was just glad to be rid of him. She realized that her purse and her suitcases were in the car, but again, she was not too concerned. She was happy to still be alive, and she was sure the police would be able to catch the man and return her property to her. After all, she thought, how many white sports cars are there around here?
As she slowly pulled herself to her feet, she looked around for her clothes. Her torn panties were now useless, but her dress, although ripped apart, could at least be wrapped around her body to cover most of her tits and ass. And so, wearing her black stockings and garter belt and draped in her torn dress, she walked back to the road to look for help.
Erica's car and the man were gone when she got there, and there was no other traffic on the road. To make matters worse, it began to rain hard, and Erica was soon soaking wet. "Shit!" she yelled. "What can happen next?"
Deciding it would be a waste of time to stand there, waiting for help, she walked up the road in the pouring rain. It was difficult walking in her stockinged feet, but she continued on. She couldn't remember what had happened to her shoes. She figured they must have fallen off when the man first dragged her into the woods.
She hadn't walked far before she noticed an old farmhouse standing beside a barn on the other side of a large field. Hoping to find help there, she traversed the field and arrived at the farmhouse door, muddy and exhausted.
"Hello!" she called as she banged on the heavy wooden door. "Anybody home? Please! I need help!"
Erica could hear someone shuffling inside, and then she saw the doorknob turning. By now, the wind had picked up, and she was having difficulty keeping her body covered with the ripped dress. As the door slowly opened, she stood trembling, with her cunt and most of her asscheeks exposed.
"Please!" she said. "I've been robbed! May I use your phone to call the police?" She looked hopefully at the frail old man with the long beard and tattered clothes.
"Ain't got no phone," the old man replied. "You best try someplace else." Erica could see the rotten teeth in his mouth as he talked, and she could see his eyes staring at her cunt. Although she was exhausted, she thought maybe it would be better to try someplace else.
"Wait a minute, Pa," Erica heard someone say as she was turning to leave. "Just look at her, the poor thing. Let her come in and get cleaned up." An old woman had stepped into the doorway.
"Thank you, Ma'am," said Erica as she walked up the front steps and entered the house. "You're very kind."
Erica looked about nervously as the two old people examined her half-naked body, dripping with rain. The one-story building was nothing more than a shack. Its few pieces of furniture were badly in need of repair. The wooden floor was slightly warped in several places and worn through in other places. The bare walls looked as if they could use a good scrubbing as well as a new paint job.
Erica could see three other rooms besides the one she was now in, but from what she could tell of them, they were in the same condition. Two of them she guessed to be bedrooms, but the third was obviously the kitchen, for the sound and smell of frying bacon drifted from it. It was into this room that she was now being led.
"C'mon, dearie," said the old woman, holding Erica's arm. "I'll pour you a tub of water, and you can wash up."
"Thank you," said Erica, entering the kitchen. She noticed that the old man had stayed in the other room, and she was glad. She didn't want him around, staring at her cunt and tits while she was bathing.
The kitchen was small, with a wood stove, a long, heavy table, and a few cupboards. There was an old, wooden washtub standing in the corner, and Erica realized that this was what she was to bathe in.
"Go on, and get in, dearie," said the old woman. "I've got some water heating on the stove now. It'll be warm enough in a few minutes."
As Erica dropped her ripped dress to the floor, she could see the old woman checking the pot of water. Her eyes roamed over the woman's shabby, ankle-length dress, her worn boots, and the black scarf around her shoulders. Erica began to pity these people and the poverty in which they lived, but she was thankful to them for giving her shelter.
"Here we are," said the woman, carrying the pot of heated water over to the tub and pouring it in. "Nice and warm!"
Erica was surprised at the woman's strength. She knew the pot of water must have been heavy. "You should have let me help you with that," she said.
"Nonsense," the woman answered as she refilled the empty pot and placed it back on the stove. "You just get undressed, and get in that water 'fore it gets cold, you hear?"
Still sore and still full of cum from her brutal rape, Erica managed to pull off her stockings and garter belt and lower herself into the old-fashioned tub. The water temperature was perfect as her sore pussy and stiff, aching muscles found soothing relief.
The old woman handed Erica a bar of soap and an old rag, and she used this to wash away the man's jism as well as the mud and grass. When she had washed her aching body clean, the old woman poured another pot of heated water into the tub, thus bringing the water level up over Erica's tits. Erica, feeling the hot water caressing her big tits, lay her head back, spread her legs wide, and relaxed.
As Erica lay in the tub in a semi-conscious state, she tried to make sense of everything that had occurred. She still could not believe that she had been robbed and fucked. Of course, she had heard and read of things like this happening, but it was always someone else who was the victim. She never dreamed that she would fall prey and end up being raped and robbed of everything. I guess my number was just up, she thought.
Never-the-less, she wondered if it could have been prevented. Her husband had tried to warn her of the possible dangers confronting a woman travelling alone in strange country. Perhaps if she had just listened. She had wanted to get away for awhile to think and to try to sort out her life, and she thought her husband's warnings were just an attempt by him to keep her at home. Well, perhaps they were, she thought as she stared at the grease stained ceiling, but they had turned out to be valid.
The warm water was doing wonders for Erica's sore pussy. She closed her eyes and began to run her fingers over her tender cunt lips. She massaged the velvety folds of pussy flesh, pulling and stretching her soft cunt meat until she tingled all over. The soreness was rapidly vanishing, and a warm peace was spreading through her shapely body.
As she closed her eyes and gave herself up to her probing fingers, the curvy blonde fought hard to drive the memory of her rape out of her mind. But the ugly visions were not to be denied. She could still see the young stranger's hairy ass bouncing up and down between her wide-spread thighs, and she could even feel his thick cock slamming into her pussy over and over again. But what shamed her the most was the vision of herself being fucked out in the open beneath the trees for all the world to see.
Her thoughts were temporarily interrupted by the sound of the rain beating heavily on the roof. It reminded her of her childhood when she used to lie awake at night, listening to the rain and thunder. Curiously, it never frightened her, only fascinated her.
Again the woman returned to the kitchen, this time carrying something in her hands. "You can put these on when you finish your bath, dearie. I think they'll fit."
Erica watched the old woman depart, then she climbed out of the washtub and dried herself with the towel provided her. Once dry, she picked up the clothes the woman had just brought her. They were a size too small, but she struggled into them anyway. The cut-off jeans were old and faded, and they barely covered her big asscheeks. They also had a hole in them that exposed her ass crack. She was unable to fasten the top buttons of the blouse, her tits were just too big.
"Oh, well," she said with a sigh. "Beggars can't be choosers." She tugged at the thin fabric, trying to cover as much of her tits as possible, finally giving up in despair, her big, round tits straining at the opening.
"They belong to my granddaughter," said the old woman as she came back in the kitchen. "She don't mind none."
"They're just fine," said Erica, trying to be polite. "I want to thank you for your kindness… do you suppose I could get a ride to town? I have to get in touch with the police. My car and all my belongings were stolen."
"I reckon that ain't all that happened to you," said the old woman, looking Erica up and down.
"But that's your business. You ain't got to tell me about it. Anyway, my son got the truck. Him and Joe Bob and Marylou are out sell-er, ah-are out hunting. They'll be back any minute. Why don't you have a seat at the table? I'm just about to put supper on. You like beans and bacon, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," said Erica, not so much to be polite, but because she was very hungry. That tremendous fucking she had received had given her a huge appetite. She took a place at the table.
She was joined by the old man, who took his seat at the head of the table. She could see him staring at her jutting tits, which were exaggerated even more by the too-tight blouse.
"I want to thank you for your hospitality," said Erica, smiling. "I was really in a bind. I'm not from around here, and I didn't know what to do. Like I told your wife, everything was taken from me. I'm sure once I get to the police station I can call my husband and everything will be all right."
The old man said nothing. He just ate his food and glanced every now and then at her tits. Erica pretended not to notice, she figured this was her way of repaying him.
Presently, a truck pulled up to the back door. Erica, looking out the window, saw three people climb out. One, a heavy-set man, walked towards the barn, carrying a large box. The other two came through the back door and entered the kitchen.
"Come on in here, children. I got supper on, and we got a guest," the old woman said as she closed the door behind them.
"How do you do! I'm Erica."
"Howdy, Ma'am! I'm Joe Bob. Gosh, you're pretty." Erica thanked him for the compliment, but she was wary of something about him. He was a young kid, but big for his age. She could see the muscles bulging from his upper arms and shoulders, and she could see the enormous bulge of his cock in the crotch of his overalls. She could tell he was not too bright, but if anyone ever needed a good stud, he would fit the bill easily. As he sat down at the table, she took another look at his prick bulge and gasped.
"Now you mind your manners, Joe Bob," said the old woman. "This here is a city woman, and she came to us for help. She don't need no smart mouthin' from you. Just sit down there and eat. And you too, Marylou," she said, though Marylou had already sat down.
"Hi, there," said Marylou, extending her hand. "Hey, ain't those my clothes?"
"I believe they are," said Erica, shaking the girl's hand. "I got into a little trouble, and your grandparents were nice enough to help me. I'll return them of course."
"Oh, it don't make no difference," said the girl, smiling. "But I hope you don't bust no buttons, your tits are already falling out as it is."
"That's for sure," said Joe Bob. "Ha! Ha!"
"Now what did I tell you, Joe Bob?" screamed the old woman. "You just hush up now."
Erica blushed at Marylou's remark. She felt comfortable around this country girl, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps she admired the young girl's innocent-looking face, her thin lips, her dark brown eyes, and her rosy cheeks.
"I love your hair," said Erica to the girl. "It's so long and straight. I could never get my hair that straight."
"Thank you," said Marylou, raising her hand to her hair. "But I wish it was blonde like yours instead of just brown."
"It's beautiful," said Erica. "It matches your eyes."
"It matches what's 'tween her legs too," said Joe Bob, giggling.
"Doggone you, Joe Bob! You shut your mouth, you hear!" howled Marylou, tossing a piece of bread across the table at him. "Make him stop, Granny."
"Now that's enough outa both of you!" shouted the old woman, giving them both a stern look. "Now eat!"
Erica pretended not to notice as she politely finished her meal. She guessed the kids were just showing off because of her presence, but it seemed to her they should have been old enough to know better. She was sure they were both in their late teens, though the boy was over six feet tall and powerfully built, and the girl had the figure of a woman, with nice, round tits and a big, shapely ass that stretched her cut-off jeans at the seams.
Just then, the door burst open, and in walked the heavy-set man Erica had seen walking to the barn. As soon as he had closed the door, he caught sight of her sitting at the table. His eyes ran up and down her body, finally resting on her half-exposed tits. Erica could feel the heat from his staring eyes burning through the thin blouse, and immediately, her pussy lips began to quiver.
"This is Erica," the old woman told him as he sat down at the table, his eyes never leaving the blonde's big tits. "She had a little trouble and she came to us for help."
"Hello," said Erica, smiling politely.
"Howdy," he grunted, stroking his stubby beard with one hand and scratching his hairy chest through his open shirt with the other.
"This is my son, Jasper," said the old woman with what Erica took to be pride. "He's these children's pappy. Their ma is dead, from pneumonia. Caught it last winter."
"Pleased to meet you, sir," said Erica with a smile. She couldn't blame him for staring at her tits. After all, the blouse she was wearing did little to cover them. "Your mother was nice enough to help me. I was hoping you would give me a ride to the police station around here. I have to get in touch with my husband."
"Can't do it tonight," he told her as he chewed on a mouthful of beans. "All this rain has washed out the road to town. I just barely made it back. You'll have to stay here a day or two until it dries up some."
"Oh, I see," said Erica in a dejected voice.
"Well, I don't want to put you to any trouble. I'll just sleep in the barn." She could see that these people barely had room enough in the house for themselves.
"No!" shouted Joe Bob, his eyes widening.
Erica was startled by the boy's shout. She could see the others looking at each other nervously. She couldn't understand what she had said to provoke this reaction. Then she saw Jasper rise from his seat and look down at her.
"You'll sleep with Marylou. Me and Joe Bob will sleep in the barn." Erica nodded sheepishly, not understanding their nervous response, but not questioning it, either.
"Shucks, Pa," said Joe Bob, grinning. "Both of us ain't got to sleep in the barn. I'll be glad to keep this city woman company." Erica could see him staring at her tits again.
"Joe Bob, you shut your filthy mouth!" cried Marylou.
"Dad blame you, Joe Bob," said the old woman. "I'm gonna give you a whippin' if you don't mind your manners."
"Oh, he's just funnin', Ma. He don't mean nothin'," said Jasper, also staring at Erica's big tits.
Erica smiled at them politely, but she wasn't too comfortable around them. All the men seemed preoccupied with her half-naked tits. Even the old man continued to stare at her while he ate his supper. She began to silently curse herself, the young stranger, and even the rain.
They all retired for the night as soon as it got dark. Erica found herself alone with Marylou in the young girl's bedroom. It was a small room with a springless, queen-sized bed that appeared to be homemade. Erica sat down on the stiff mattress and looked about.
Other than a dresser and a couple of handmade stools, the room was practically bare. The walls and ceiling needed a paint job, and the window needed a washing. Erica's heart went out to these poor people. They were probably in worse shape than she, for her condition was only temporary.
"I'm glad you and me are gonna be roommates tonight. I usually have to share this room with Pa and Joe Bob," said Marylou. The young girl was slowly undressing.
"You don't all sleep in the same bed, do you?" asked Erica as she too began to undress.
"Why sure," said the young girl as she untied her halter strap and freed her plump tits. "It's not too much room, but at least I never get cold in the winter."
Erica gasped at the thought of this pretty, young girl having to sleep in the same bed with those two brutes, even if they were her father and brother. As the possibilities of such a situation drifted through her mind, Erica pulled off her blouse and placed it on top of the dresser. Then she removed her shorts and placed them with the blouse.
"You really have a nice body," said Marylou as she also removed her jeans and tossed them to the floor. "I just love all that blonde hair you have between your legs. Can I touch it? Please? I just want to see what your pussy hair feels like."
Erica, completely naked, sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at Marylou, who was also completely naked. "You're embarrassing me, Marylou."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just that I've never seen a blonde-haired woman before. At least, not a naked one. Your pussy hair looks just like corn silk."
Erica's embarrassment quickly passed. She realized Marylou was just an innocent young girl, despite her well developed body. In fact, Erica began to think of the girl as a sister. She even found herself admiring Marylou's long, slim legs and big, shapely asscheeks as well as her slim waist and bushy cunt hair. Once more, Erica's pussy began to quiver.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sounds of creaking bedsprings coming from the adjacent bedroom. The sounds grew louder and louder as the two naked women walked over and pressed their ears to the wall. Erica, standing directly behind Marylou, could hear not only the creaking bedsprings, but also voices. Grunts and moans and howls filtered through the thin wall to the blonde's ear.
"It's Granny and Granpa," said Marylou, giggling. "They fuck every night. Old granpa is forever tryin' to shove his little, wrinkled cock into somebody. He even tries it with me every time he catches me takin' a bath. You better watch out for him."
"I will," said Erica, laughing. She could see Marylou's big, shapely asscheeks shaking like jelly as the girl stood in front of her, giggling. Without thinking, she seized the girl's slim waist and began grinding her blonde pussy into the young girl's big, juicy ass.
"Ooooooooooh! Gosh!" said Marylou, looking over her shoulder at Erica and smiling. "What're you doin'?"
Erica suddenly realized what she was doing and immediately released Marylou. She felt, embarrassed, and her face turned bright red.
"I'm-I'm sorry," she said, looking down at her feet. "I don't know what came over me. I've never done that to a woman before. I'm-I'm married. Can you forgive me?" Erica couldn't bring herself to look at the girl. She just stared at the floor, ashamed.
"It's okay, Miss Erica," said Marylou. "It felt good. I don't mind none. You can do it again if you like!"
"I just got carried away, that's all," said Erica as the young girl started to wiggle her ass again. "Come on, let's go to bed." She did not want to take advantage of this innocent farm girl, although her pussy was still tingling.
"Are you gonna let me?" Marylou asked after she and Erica had crawled beneath the blankets.
"Let you do what?" asked Erica, already drifting off to sleep. She found the pillowless bed uncomfortable, but she was so tired, she didn't care.
"You know," said Marylou, inching closer to Erica until the woman could feel the young girl's hot breath on her naked tits. "Will you let me touch your blonde pussy hair?"
"Oh, all right," said Erica, hoping the girl would quickly satisfy her curiosity so she could get some sleep.
Lying on her back, Erica kept her eyes closed, hoping sleep would come soon. She could feel Marylou's hand on her belly, her soft fingers lightly caressing the few hairs that grew there. By degrees, the girl's fingers worked their way down to the woman's thick cunt bush, gently pulling her silky pussy hairs.
"Ummmmmmmm! So sooooooft!" moaned Marylou. She rubbed Erica's blonde hairs between her fingers until the blonde began to squirm on the mattress.
"H-h-hey!" gasped Erica, sitting up in bed. "What are you doing? I thought you just wanted to touch my pussy for a second. You're making me warm all over!"
"Just relax, Miss Erica. I know what I'm doing."
"You don't have to call me Miss Erica. Just plain Erica will do. Now please! You've felt my pussy, now turn over and go to sleep. It's getting late."
"You don't really want me to stop playin' with your pussy, do you, Erica?" asked Marylou. "Your pussy is hot and soft. I can feel it throbbing against my hand. Oooooooooo! I wish my pussy was as nice as yours. I'll bet you can fuck a man to death! Ummmmmm!"
"What do you know of such things?" Erica asked Marylou. This young girl's behavior puzzled her. She had seemed so innocent before. Now here she was, turning Erica on with a magnificent hand job and talking about fucking men to death.
"I know a few things," Marylou said, blushing. "I know how to make your cunt feel good!"
Erica was about to ask Marylou how, when all of a sudden, the girl's finger slipped through her thick cunt bush and burned its way through her red pussy lips.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" moaned Erica, lying back down on the mattress and spreading her legs wide. "Your finger is as hot as a prick!"
"And your pussy is so beautiful," said Marylou as she knelt between Erica's open thighs. "I can see your big cunt-hole and your little clit. I wish I had a cock to fuck you with. My finger is so small!"
"Use it anyway, damn you! Use it like a prick! Aaaagh!"
Erica was desperate as the young farm girl began to turn her on. Her pussy was hungry for anything hard, even Marylou's finger. Her gaping cunt beckoned, and soon the girl shoved her finger into the tender, red cunt-meat.
"Ooooooooooh! Iiiiiiieeeeeee!" howled Erica as Marylou's finger slid up her cunt-hole, stretching her pussy walls along the way. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaaaagh! I love your fucking finger! Shiiiiit! My cunt's getting wet! Yeeeeesssss!"
Erica's pussy juices started to ooze, covering Marylou's finger with a thin coating of cunt-slime. This made it easier for Marylou, who began to fingerfuck the big blonde with fast and hard thrusts. Erica could feel the girl's thin, hot finger burning her red pussy-meat. She was also aware of the constant friction of her other fingers on her aching clit. It became impossible to keep her big ass still.
"You finger fucking bitch! You're making me hot all over! Aaaaaaaaaagh! Yeeeeeeesssssss!"
"I told ya I could make you feel good! I can feel the heat rising from your big pussy! And I can see your cunt juices glistening all over my hand! Wow! It's fun! I could fuck you all night! Your golden pussy looks good enough to eat!"
"Then eat my cunt, you little country bitch! Bury your face in my juicy pussy and start slurping! Suck my cunt, bitch, before I go out of my mind! Scratch my itch, bitch!"
"I've never done that before," said Marylou as she continued to shove her finger in and out of Erica's juicefilled cunt-hole. "But your pussy sure looks tasty! Okay!"
Erica felt the girl take her finger out of her wet cunt, leaving her pussy a juicy mass of throbbing red meat. Then she saw Marylou lower her head hesitantly.
"Hurry up, damn you! You started this, now finish it! Eat my pussy!"
Erica gasped as Marylou lowered her head farther. She could feel the girl's hot breath on her slick clit, and she began to writhe, filled with expectation.
"Aaaaagh!" howled Erica when she felt Marylou's hot lips grab hold of her clit. "Are you trying to kill me? Just pl-pl-play with my clit. Don't-don't sw-swallow it-it! Oooooooooh!"
Marylou, hearing Erica's pleas, released the woman's throbbing clit and began to flick her tongue over it. Erica, overcome with hot lust, grabbed the girl's head and began to buck, slamming her hot pussy into the teenager's mouth. She soon had the farm girl's face smeared with red-hot pussy juice.
"Shiiiiiiit! You pussy-eating country bitch! Aaaaaiiiii! Suck me! Suck my cunt! Oh, shiiiiiiit!"
Erica could feel Marylou's tongue sliding deep into her pussy-hole. Its heat, together with the girl's hot breath, was filling her pussy with burning heat waves that made her big body jerk uncontrollably. The homemade bed began to shake and squeak as Erica's big ass bounced up and down.
"Mmmmmmmpfffff!" grunted Marylou as her mouth worked frantically on Erica's clit and cunt.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" howled Erica as Marylou's innocent tongue scorched the depths of her pussy. "Eat meeeeeeeee! Yeeeeeeeeesssssssss!"
Erica's blonde-haired cunt was throbbing and burning, and more of her hot pussy-juices flowed out and covered Marylou's rosy face. She became delirious. She wanted the girl to make her come, but she wanted to suck cunt, too.
"Oh, sweet-sucking bitch! Ooooooooooh! Give me your little pussy! Swing your big ass around so I can suck on your pussy! Hurry, bitch! I'm hungry! Aaaaaaaaaagh! Your tongue is making me crazy! Quick! Give me your pussy!"
Marylou, still sucking the blonde's sweet pussy, swung around on the bed until her knees straddled Erica's face in the 69 position. Erica, gazing lustily at the young girl's dark pussy, grabbed her big asscheeks and pulled the farm girl's brown-haired cunt against her mouth.
"Ooooooooooh! Keep sucking my cunt, bitch! I'm going to do the same to you! I'm going to eat your sweet young pussy!"
Erica stuck out her tongue and licked Marylou's smooth cunt hairs. She felt the girl jump at the touch of her tongue, but she continued licking. She could smell her rich cunt aroma, and she could taste her smooth, dewy cunt lips.
As Erica began giving the girl's cunt an enthusiastic tonguelicking, she could feel her responding. Each stroke of the woman's tongue on the girl's cunt lips was answered with a sharp bite on her tender pussy-meat. They licked and bit into each other's pussy for what seemed to Erica like ages as spasms rocked their bodies. Erica could feel the young girl shaking like a leaf as she ate her cunt out.
"Ummmmmm! Mmmmmmmffffff!" Erica sank her tongue up into the farm girl's open cunt. She could taste her smooth pussy-meat as it clung to her lips and tongue, and she could feel the girl's tiny clit pulsating.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" Marylou howled when Erica bit into her clit.
This made Erica feel good, for she had never sucked a woman's cunt before tonight. She was pleased with how fast she had taken to pussy eating, and she was glad she was able to give Marylou the same pleasures that the girl was giving her.
Noisily, Erica lapped at Marylou's open cunt, tasting the girl's oozing pussy-juice as it poured over her tongue and lips. She alternated between sucking the girl's clit, cleaning out her cunt hole, and nibbling on her pussy lips. Soon Marylou was bucking and thrashing, her passionate screams stifled by Erica's wet pussy.
Erica could feel her pussy-juices boiling as waves of hot bliss rippled through her cunt. She could also tell that Marylou's cunt-juices were flowing faster too. The young girl was trembling, and weird sounds were coming from deep in her throat.
Depraved by her hot passion, Erica began licking Marylou's cunt as if it were an ice cream cone, her tongue covering the dark-brown hairs with spit. Still not satisfied, she abandoned the girl's cunt and ran her tongue up into her asscrack. She separated the girl's big asscheeks with her hands and stuck her bold tongue into her cute pink shitter. Holding the girl's juicy asscheeks apart, she reamed her tight asshole, her tongue sliding in and out of her ass chute like a hot knife through butter.
"Uungh! Uungh! Uungh! Mmmmmmfffff!" grunted Marylou. She began to bounce up and down on the mattress as Erica's hot tongue slid up her shit-hole.
Erica knew that her tongue was really turning Marylou on. She continued ass-licking the girl while the girl's ass muscles clamped down on her tongue.
"Uuuuuuuuuunngh!" groaned Marylou, her face still buried in Erica's golden pussy.
After Erica had sucked on Marylou's asshole awhile, she removed her tongue and sank her teeth into the girl's big, juicy asscheeks. The young girl's screams were again stifled by the blonde's big, ripe pussy.
All this time, Marylou had been eating Erica's pussy feverishly. Her sweet mouth filled the woman's cunt-hole with hot bliss. Now Erica was ready to come.
With sweat dripping off Marylou's body and falling onto her own, Erica continued to lap the young girl's cunt. She wanted them both to come at the same time. She sucked hard on her furry pussy, for she could feel her own cunt juices ready to explode.
"Uuuuuuuuuungh! Mmmmmmfffff!" grunted Erica, digging her nails into Marylou's asscheeks. Finally, her cunt juices reached the boiling point and erupted, her thick pussy-cream running onto Marylou's lapping tongue. She continued to come as wave after wave of mind-blowing bliss rocked through her body. She trembled from head to toe as her orgasm rose, peaked, then subsided.
With her body still jerking spasmodically as the last wave of her orgasm swept through her cunt, Erica stuck her tongue deep into the young girl's throbbing cunt and twisted it all around. Her twisting tongue made Marylou buck, and immediately the young girl came, spilling her hot pussy juices into Erica's open mouth. She bucked several times, each time giving Erica a mouthful of steaming-hot fuck-cream. Erica held her mouth tight against Marylou's juice-filled cunt, sucking in all the sweet pussy nectar.
"Oooooooooooooooh!" moaned Marylou as her pussy continued to drip into Erica's mouth. "Aaaaaaaaaagh!"
Erica felt the girl collapse, then she too passed out.