"Hey! Harry," Suzie groaned, thrusting her dripping cunt into the air, still fucking, so close to coming that just the tightening of her thighs was almost enough…
But Harry jerked open the drawers on Lynn's dresser and quickly brought a handful of her black stockings over to the bed. He grabbed Suzie's ankle and began tying the stocking around it, very tightly.
"What are you doing to me, Harry!" Suzie cried out, rising to her elbows to watch.
She was fascinated by the idea. Harry was going to tie her legs open. She felt a sudden increase in her heart-rate, and she wet her lips as she watched passively. Harry knotted the other stocking, then pulled her legs wide apart, tying the free ends of the stockings to the footboard.
"Harry! I would have kept them open for you."
"Shut up, Suzie! I'm not finished with you."
Suzie laid herself back flat on the bed as Harry took first one thin wrist, then the other, and tied them over her head, pulling her arms taut, stretching her body as tightly as she could on the bed. Her body was naked from her waist down, her blouse ripped open and her bra shoved up around her throat.
Harry admired the tight stockings against the pale flesh of the girl's wrists and ankles – and he felt his cock go harder than ever.
His prick was still dripping from the teenager's cunt, and he crawled back onto the bed, moving over her, then lowering the head of his cock to her lips.
Suzie didn't hesitate for an instant before yawning her mouth wide open and lifting her head onto the huge prong of meat, and she began sucking it clean of her own fresh juices.
Harry was gasping with an unbearable pleasure almost at once, unable to top himself from ramming his cock fully down the girl's gulping throat, hurting the back of her throat, making her cry out and try to pull her head off the deep thrusting prick.
She couldn't get the thing out of her mouth! She couldn't breathe! He was suffocating her with his prick!
Suzie felt her head beginning to spin. Sparkling dots flashed in her eyes as her lungs began shrieking for air, and she began thrashing wildly under the man, trying desperately to pull his cock from her face.
Suzie felt as though her brain were about to burst! Harry's cock was shoved down her throat, cutting off all her air!
And suddenly, her tight throat was flooded with Harry's thick cum.
Suzie could do nothing but swallow the thick hot gouts of Harry's spunk, praying that she could gulp it all down before she fainted from lack of air.
Harry struggled to ram his cock further down the teen's throat, trying to force the full length of his prick between her wide-open lips, down into her stomach.
Suzie fought the tightly tied stockings. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw as she pulled and jerked at the bindings. Her lungs were about to burst when Harry yanked his cock out of her throat and fell beside her on the bed.
Suzie gasped and gulped great lungfuls of air.
The pressure cased slowly. She felt her head throbbing with pain, her heart pounding like a trip hammer in her chest. Finally, she took in a deep breath and held it for a moment, then sighed long and loud.
Harry was massaging her tit.
Suzie turned her head and looked at him. "You practically strangled me, Harry!" she said sternly. But Harry only smiled at her, leaned forward and kissed her wet lips as he crushed her tit in his fist.
Suzie mumbled a protest against his lips as he forced his tongue into her sticky mouth, and she arched her back, mashing her tit into his hurting fist.
She was getting off on this. It was astonishing! The aching and throbbing in her brain, in her tits, in her arms and legs – everywhere – was driving her crazy with lust. Harry looked up.
"Hey, Suzie, I think I'm gonna whip the shit out of you, baby! What do you think of that?"
He toyed with the long strands of her hair as he waited for the girl to consider her plight. She couldn't do much about it if he wanted to beat her.
But Suzie wasn't thinking about protesting. She was remembering the times her sister Lynn had told her about what their dad had done to her – whipped her, fucked her.
The stories had always had an aura of myth for Suzie. How could Lynn let herself be tied down and whipped? And how could she talk about it as though it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her?
Now Suzie knew!
She looked into Harry's watery eyes and gave him a pretty smile.
"Whip me, then!" she whispered loudly.
Harry's cock hardened instantly at the girl's words. He rolled quickly off the bed and rummaged through her drawers until he found the perfect item to whip her with – a thin hard plastic belt.
Suzie watched every move. Harry walked back to the side of the bed, folding the thin belt in two, slicing it through the air so the girl could hear the frightening sound as it swished and snapped. He slapped the whip onto the mattress, only inches from Suzie's bare hip.
Suzie winced at the harsh sound of the blow, knowing that soon she would feel that stinging whip on her bare flesh.
It happened before she could complete her thought.
Harry lashed the flexible plastic belt into the teen's tits, slicing a deep welt across both nipples at the same time, and Suzie opened her mouth wide to scream as she arched high off the bed. But Harry quickly shoved a piece of cloth between her jaws, forcing it all the way back into her throat to cut off her cry.
"No sense letting the rest of them out there know what kind of fun we're having in here," Harry whispered into Suzie's ear as he tied the cloth in place with one of the girl's nylons.
Suzie fought the mass in her mouth briefly, but the second lash of the whip caught her by surprise, striking low on her taut belly and leaving a searing line of pain. Again she arched high, only to receive a third blow, this time across her tightened thighs.
She tossed her head about wildly as she tried to dislodge the gag, but it was useless.
Harry struck again.
The whip slashed into her breasts, raising a bright red welt just under the first one, on the under slopes of her titties.
Suzie was in agony. Her body felt like it was being burned. Four red-hot lines of pure torture crossed her body from her tits to her thighs, and suddenly a fifth blow smashed into her exposed cuntlips.
A muffled scream tore from the teen's throat.
Her mind shrieked nooooooo! It hurts too much, Harry! Stop! Please, stop whipping means!
But Harry had no intention of stopping. As far as he was concerned, the teen on the bed, bound wide-open for him, was a willing victim of his lust. The movie he'd watched this morning had given him ideas and feelings he'd never really admitted to himself before, and when the dam of his repressed emotions finally broke, there was no controlling the flood.
Harry saw Lynn on the bed, not Suzie. Those tits of Suzie's became the full sexy breasts of Lynn's. As he brought the whip down again and again, all he saw was Lynn's body jerking and thrashing wildly, in absolute agony, completely under his control.
And poor Suzie could only lie there, tightly stretched and bound, and take it.
She gradually grew to accept the burning pain, and it became so much a part of her being that each blow was like a cock pumping into her, driving her higher and higher toward a climax.
Harry was whipping the teen to a climax!
Suzie felt the first hot waves of orgasm flood over her, harder and more pleasurable than ever before. Her body twitched, jerked, bounced all over on the bed as she cried out loudly into the gag with each new blow on her tits or her hot clit!
She arched high, tightened her whole body, and began coming wildly, eagerly accepting each lash of the whip as Harry finally realized what was happening to the girl. He began beating the thin belt right down into her cunt, trying to slash up inside her body as Suzie came and came and came against the whip, spurting her juices out of her tight hole and wetting her thighs and the belt and the bed.