"Now, gonna pop that fuckin' cherry. It ain't no use to you, anyways. Gets in the way of havin' all that fuckin' fun. And of Jack don't mind a little dirty work, 'specially if he's the first one inside," the big man said, getting down after having shoved his Levi's down to his ankles and freeing his prick. His cock looked even bigger than when she saw it through the bedroom doorway several days ago. And this time, he was going to fuck her, going to tear away her cherry while her arms and legs were bound together in this awkward position. How her shoulders and thighs ached from the leather straps.

"Uuufuffffff!" she whined.

He put his hands on each of her knees, spreading them apart until her cunt muff was completely exposed. She felt his fingers pressing against her thigh muscles as he leaned forward, his cockhead sliding through her wiry cunt hairs. She should be squirming in terror, crying out through her gag in horror! But soomething had happened to her that fateful night when she saw her mother with Jack, something that led inevitably to this madness. Now, as she lay there bound and gagged, her body about to be violated by this animal, Arlette waited almost with a kind of impatience.

It felt so good having his big cockhead touching her cuntlips. She felt them peeling back stickily, spreading under the gradually increasing pressure of his prick. He was shoving down, rocking his hips slightly from side to side, squeezing his hefty hunk of cockmeat into her pussy. Arlette arched her back as best she could, working her fingers against her ass, feeling her thighs muscles cramp as excitement made her heart race wildly. A pulse leaped at her throat! If only she could stop the moans coming from her tightening throat. It would be less shameful, less embarrassing! But it was impossible. She just couldn't help it. The leather restraints, the way he was working his prickmeat into her made Arlette babble and moan as she clawed her thighs and asscheeks with her fingernails.