"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed.
The burning tobacco was dropped into her cunt slit suddenly. It was an act she couldn't believe at first. Monica knelt there, her eyes wide, her mouth open as the cigarette hissed and went out in her wet pussy. A mindless cry tore from her throat as agony pulsed through her cunt. Something else happened, something that overrode the pain in an instant. That was an orgasm, a powerful climax that swept over her body and turned Monica into a rutting fucking sex machine. She bucked and jerked, her mind shattered into fragments by the combination of searing pain and burning lust.
When it was over the blonde sank back against the pillow behind her, the wet cigarette laying uselessly between her spread knees. Jack looked at her cunt with interest, smoothing his fingers over the burned path on her thighs, then rubbing his prick once more while staring hotly at the woman.
"You're ready, baby, ready to fuck a whole Goddamned football team. But you're just gonna fuck me."
"Fuck," Arlette whispered, the word burning on her lips. "Fuck," Monica whispered, her brain half addled by the ordeal.
"Yeah, fuckin'," Jack repeated, tucking his body under hers while adjusting her cunt directly over his prickhead.
The woman was still floating on waves of orgasm when she felt his cockhead pressing up against her cuntlips. That subtle touch, the feel of a man's prick rubbing life into her pussy after so long set her off once more. She stiffened, tugging at the ropes, her mind a whirlpool of color as Jack grunted and thrust his fat prickhead into the drooling slit of her pussy.
And all the while, young Arlette watched by the bedroom door, her fingers busily rubbing the fuzzy edges of her cuntlips together.
CHAPTER THREE
"Ohhhhh… it's so big, so very, very big! You're going to kill me with that thing!" Monica gasped, throwing her head back.
Forgotten was the pain from the cigarette, the slapping, the bonds. All she thought of now was his wonderful prick corkscrewing into her, shaving apart her seepy, itchy, slick cunt walls and tunneling deeper, deeper into her body. How her stomach convulsed! How her muscles cramped while her asscheeks bounced frantically against the heels of her feet! Nothing, it seemed, could be this good in the world! She gasped, her mouth open and sucking in oxygen to feed her twisting body as Jack's prick burrowed into her.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, yeahhh, you're good and hot and tight and fine down there," he groaned, reaching around and holding her around her hips.
How she loved that touch, the feel of his fingers cutting into her muscles, keeping her in place while his prick fucked in, slicing her body in two like a surgeon's scalpel. "Oooooohhhhh!"
More whimpery gasps exploded from Monica's tightened throat as her head fell back and her eyes closed! Up and down, up and down her body bounced, lowering more and more onto his rodding prick. Her belly muscles rippled with excitement, and her tits jiggled and bounced from her rocking movements. The smell and sound of fucking filled the room. And Jack was doing things now to make her hotter. Was she sore from that cigarette? Monica didn't know. All she could feel was one callused fingertip tracing around where her cunt flooded juice. He was sliding it around the tensed, aching muscles guarding her pussy. Then he moved his hand back, the finger barely touching the supersensitive ribbon of flesh between her asshole and her cunt. She could feel the jagged fingernail touching her wrinkled asshole flesh!
"Mmmmmmm…"
Surely there couldn't be any feeling in the world comparable to this! The woman was going wild with lust, bouncing like a puppet on Jack's cock. She rode him up and down, up and down, sweat trickling down her throat and oozing down both bouncing tits. How her nipples itched and burned, while her clit rubbed continually against the big man's hard, hot prick.
"Ohhhhh, mama…"
Arlette felt herself teetering on the brink of orgasm. Her clothes stuck damply to her aroused flesh. Her mother was getting fucked, fucked right there in front of her! She watched as Monica rutted like some barn animal in front of her, watched her mother's big tits bounce and jiggle as that stranger fucked her harder and harder. Two fingers twisted around and around in her virgin cunt, the tips pressing against her cherry, threatening to break through the thin barrier.
"Uhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me harder!" Monica cried desperately.
"Fuck you 'til your brains bubble," Jack promised in a tense voice.
The big man slid his hands up her sides, tracing her curves, stopping at her tits, where he began squeezing and milking them. The touch was like a wild electrical fire in Monica. She cried out again, screaming the walls down when she felt Jack take her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and begin squeezing and twisting them. Oh, how they burned with that torment! And all the while, Monica felt her insides stretching out around his huge prickshaft. The woman tensed, waiting for that flaring cockhead to reach bottom! Still it plowed through, slurping over her slick cunt walls, trenching out her fuckhole. His cock was deep, so very, very deep. Monica trembled and shivered, feeling so good, hearing the slick noises of his prickshaft sliding past her cuntlips.
"Oh, God, I can't take much more," Monica gasped, feeling the world crashing down around her. More electrical sparks of sexuality showered into her cunt, drawing yet more strength and will from her. "It feels so huge inside me… so huge and hot and…"
"You're tight, baby," Jack interrupted, fucking the final three inches into the woman and holding tightly onto her. "You're real hot and tight. You ain't… uhhh… ain't had a man inside you for a long time, have you, bitch?"
"Oh, no, no, noooo!"
Arlette trembled. Was this her fate as a woman? If she didn't have men often enough, would she become like her mother, a mindless fucking machine who did these kinds of things with strangers?
"Uhhhhhh, fuck it out, fuck it out, baby, 'cause I'm gonna blow my balls in a sec'," Jack said, his voice strained and high.
"Cum, cum, cum!" Monica cried back, bouncing more frantically on his thighs. Monica was rocking back and forth, her hips grinding as best they could with the restraints holding her body captive. She could feel her cunt muscles tightening, milking at his fucking prick. Monica was making gurgling sounds in her throat, her mind burning with increased lust. Jack was hammering her clit now, drawing his cock halfway out, then slamming it back in, his balls squeezing up against her jiggling asscheeks. It was going to be the end, the end now!
"Oh, God!"
Arlette felt her body coming unglued as she watched her mother fucking herself. Instinctively, the girl knew Monica and her sadistic lover were close to the brink. She held off her fingering, waiting for the moment when the two would climax.
"You're gonna bring me off, baby… oh, yeahhh, you're gonna make me cum, bitch!"
"I can't stop… can't…"
Monica's ass was moving like a wild animal. Her spasming cunt was making rhyhmic, hard, milking movements around his prick, the circles tightening, releasing, then tightening once more. Oh, how her body needed Jack's prick there, needed it hammering into her pussy, touching her clit. She would surely lose her mind if she couldn't have his hot, heavy cockshaft, buried in her cunt. Oh, and how his fingers were straying up to her asshole, touching her shitter lips again! She didn't care where he touched her now! He could fuck her in the ass if he wanted with those fingers! Everything was good, so good! His prick up her cunt, his cock up her ass, it didn't matter! All Monica wanted was the final delight, that exploding sensation of her mind shattering. Cum! Cum! Yes, she wanted to cum! "Ohhhhh!" Arlette quietly gasped.