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.