"Huhhhrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!" he grunted.
The leather restraints pressed more firmly into her arms and legs, the cuffs chafing her wrists cruelly as Arlette wriggled and writhed on the bedroom floor. She felt dizzy with the sexual heat scorching her brain. A dull throbbing between her legs had turred into a hard, itchy ache, that same kind of itchy ache which she had felt when she had watched Monica and Jack fucking in the bedroom. She felt the pit of her belly melting, flowing down into her pussy while his cock rubbed harder and more frequently against her clit. There was no more pain, no more fear about her cherry. All that was gone. Now she was a woman, a woman who could take care of herself. Arlette arched her back, sliding her shoulderblades over the stiff carpeting as she felt his cock knob teasing her inner cuntlips. He had nearly pulled all of his prick from her pussy, letting her cunt sheath shrink itchily back to its original size. Arlette grunted like a pig, hunching her cunt in the air, looking frantically with widened eyes at the handsome man over her. She wanted him, wanted him down all the way inside her. "Uuuuuufffff!" she gasped.
Jack shoved back in all the way, the scratchy, wiry hairs tickling her outer cuntlips, teasing her clit, while his balls flattened against her crotch. Arlette swiveled her ass, shoving her belly up against him, again tugging her arms against the restraining leather and rubbing her thighs against his hips. Shameless, a slut. Yes, that could describe her as she dripped sweat, the salty stinging in her eyes and nostrils adding to her lewd excitement.
"Jesus Christ, bitch, you're good, good and hot and fine!"
"Ufhfhhhfff!"
The mass of sexual tension rose in her belly, seeming to take over everything. Jack had pulled and yanked on her hair in a frenzy before. Now he was back down to her asscheeks, his fingernails digging into her asscheeks, scratching the soft, round globes. The insides of her thighs were chilling, then flashing hot now, while her body seemed to be turning into a clinging fluid. A whirling ball of sexual hunger began coming apart. She was going to cum, going to make it. The girl tossed her hips around as best she could. Jack was on her tits now, his mouth sucking in her hard, rubbery nipples, his teeth chewing down on the resilient flesh. Arlette let out another scream as she felt his tongue lashing wildly against her tit tips. This was too much, far too much! She could hardly think straight! His prick was going in and out like a triphammer, and his mouth sucked hard and long at her nipples. "Uuuufufuuffffff!" she whined.
The firestorm began, more ferocious and furious than any brushfire Southern California had ever seen. It started at the mouth of her cunt, incinerating her clit, then rushing through her veins. Arlette's entire body seemed to bulge with cock, then explode into flames as Jack grunted on top of her, fucking her cunt again and again.
"Arrgghfhhfhffff!"
It happened! Arlette exploded, her mind shattering into millions of pieces. She wept and struggled, her wrists twisting around in the cuffs and her toes curling until they cramped. Her cunt muscles cramped down, cinching onto his big prick, holding it there while her spasms became more and more intense.
"Fuck it out, bitch!"
Jack cried out something else, then fell on top of her body and held on. His fingers were bruising her shoulders as his prick began shaking and jerking inside her. Yes, yes, he was cumming! Arlette let out another gasp, her eyes glazing over and rolling up into her head. He was shooting his load, spattering her spasming cunt walls with his hot jizz! She could actually feel it happening inside her! It was like having a firehose spraying inside her! The girl cried out again and again, chomping on the jockstrap, jerking and twitching as if someone had attached an electric generator to her. Never, never before had Arlette felt something like this!
"Unnnnffffffff!"
Arlette's cum went on and on, the furious blast of jism slowly dying deep inside her pussy. She could have stayed like this all day, having her cunt filled with Jack's prick, having his cock spraying all that white-hot jizz in her. The girl didn't care about her friends, about her mother, about anything except the hardest, longest, thickest cock in the world that was shoved down all the way in her pussy!
"Nice, nice," Jack panted, stroking the side of her face.
Arlette sighed, her mind fading in and out as the spasms slowly died away, her cunt still gripping his greasy hunk of jerking cock meat. She had done it! She had actually done it! Arlette had let a man touch her, had let this sadist bind her up in leather, make her helpless, then let him rape her. And, oh, how good it had felt! How wonderful it was, having that leather holding her down, making her feel completely helpless while his prick had slipped into her fuzzy, hot fuckhole and broken through her cherry. Why was she feeling this way? The girl shook her head, fine hairs wafting over her face. She couldn't understand the feelings then, and couldn't understand them now. All Arlette knew was that they were so good… so damned, wonderfully good. Sighing yet again, the young blonde teen felt dreamy as a warm, encasing sensation washed over her flesh.
"Whew! You're a hot bitch, baby. I wanna get in you again… but it's gonna be a while," Jack said, hunching back and pulling his cock out slowly.
Arlette shivered, feeling her cunt walls shrinking back together behind his retreating prickhead. She felt the juices dribbling freely from her fuck hole, oozing over her asshole as the big stud slipped his cock all the way out. Standing up a little shakily, Jack looked up at the ceiling, stretching one hand over his head toward an eye hook screwed into one of the three beams crossing the room. Arlette blinked her eyes, focusing them on his movements. What on earth was something like that doing in that heavy beam? Then again, what were those rings doing in the walls to either side of the small headboard. Everything in this room had something to do with Jack's kind of sex, his brand. He had converted his bedroom into a kind of wild playroom. Arlette wondered if her mother had ever been here, or if she were the first member of her family to attend.
"Can't have you on the floor, baby. Where's my manners? You should be sittin' or something."
Crouching down, Jack stretched his hands under the bed, and he pulled out a narrow metal chest, opening it and taking out a long piece of half-inch line. He stood up, placing one foot under Arlette's right side, then nudging quickly, the movement forcing the girl to roll over onto her belly.
Twisting her head around, Arlette watched as Jack attached one end of the heavy-duty line to the clamps attaching her bound wrists to her ankles with several square knots. "Used to be in the Navy. Always figured the chiefs were full of shit when they were teachin' us knots. Never guessed I'd be usin' the knowledge like this. Good ol' Navy," Jack muttered, laughing to himself as he drew a chair up to the side of the bed, stood on it, then threaded the free end of the tine through the eye bolt. Stepping back down, Jack gripped the rope, and he began pulling on it. In a moment, Arlette felt the tension increase around her wrists and ankles. "Uhhhhffffff!" she moaned.
Her arms began to pull back, the tension becoming a sharp ache in both shoulders. The girl groaned through the spit-slicked gag, her eyes closing, her forehead wrinkling, and the blood rained from her cheeks. Behind her, Arlette could hear the rope groaning from the weight of her body.
"Gonna get you off the floor my style," Jack said, slowly pulling the rope a little more. Arlette's legs straightened a little, her arms pulling back as her body began to form a U-shape. Her spine began to pop, curving downward as the rope slowly started hauling her up off the floor.
"Noooofoooffffff!"
The pain was hideous. After that wonderful fucking, there was this horrible agony! It felt as if her body were going to snap in half lengthwise! Her head hanging down, her hair falling over her face, Arlette groaned as she felt her knees and tits rising up off the carpeting. He was hanging her up like a piece of meat, and there was nothing she could do about it!