Paul Gable - Her mother in bondage

Marcie gasped as her clit vibrated. She bawled and begged for the pain to stop. And yet, in a way, she was begging silently for the pain to keep going. Somehow it was connected to the powerful feelings shooting through her fluttering cunt.

As her climax erupted, the girl humped her belly forward, nearly impaling herself on the needles. Her tits were swollen full, the nipples pricked constantly by the long needles. Sweat burned into her eyes, trickled maddeningly into her flared nostrils. She wailed.

The torture inflicted on her only heightened her sexual hunger. She wanted to be fucked again. She had to be fucked again. That wonderful word "fuck" filled her mind, forced all other thoughts from, her consciousness.

"Unnnghhh!"

With a wail she sagged against the wood, gasping and sobbing. She was so hot she thought she'd burn up. Her pussy fluttered. Her cuntlips worked against one another, milking at an imaginary cock. Marcie's eyes rounded, her face looking haggard.

The door finally opened. A burst of cool air blew against her flesh. Jack caught her as she slumped forward. She felt his strong arms circle her waist, hold her up while his legs pressed against hers. Her damp pussy was wetting his trousers. She moved her thighs back and forth, loving the sensation that his Levi's material made against her cuntlips. She was so hot, so hot, so wonderfully hot to be fucked. Yes, she wanted a man inside her, drilling his cock deeper and deeper.

"Had enough?"

The words almost made her laugh. If he fucked her all night and beat her in the morning, she wouldn't have had enough.

"What do you want me to do? Oh, I don't know!" she wailed.

"You do it real nice, baby. Maybe I want you to do it all over again," he said, sneering down at her.

"Oh no! No!" Marcie pleaded, feeling the blood rush down to her cunt, making her clit stand up and grow stiff all over again.

Jack could see her arousal. It was written in her flushed face, in her slightly swollen mouth and her stiffened nipples. Tiny rivulets of blood oozed down her flesh where the needles had punctured.

"Gotta make sure you don't get no funny ideas about breakin' loose," he said, dragging her over to a pile of lumber.

Marcie could hardly stand. Her legs were like rubber, dragging behind her. He pushed her against a wall, yelling at her to stand up while he dragged a five-foot length of two-by-four out of the pile and dropped it in front of her. The blonde teen brushed the hair from her eyes, staring down blankly at the wood. What did he want her to do next?

"Bend down."

She obeyed automatically, steadying herself first by spreading her legs apart widely and, bending at the waist. He told her to place her wrists on the two-by-four. She did as she was told, watching as Jack fished out two ten-inch pieces of quarter-inch hemp, dropping one to the floor while looping the other around her left wrist. He tied a loose slipknot, securing it with a double figure-eight. The rough-edged rope cut into her flesh, making Marcie wince.

Jack snickered, tightening the knot and watching her face blanch.

"You're… you're cutting off my circulation!" she wailed.

"You're damned lucky that's all I'm cuttin' off," he said threateningly, picking up another piece of rope and securing it to her other wrist.

Marcie bent her knees a little, easing the strain on her arms and shoulders. She was so weak. The excitement of her fucking and of the torture in that awful mummy case had pained her. Added to this was the arousal in her pussy. It was still throbbing, pulsing with a wildly exciting rhythm that nearly took her breath away.

Every time Jack brushed her thighs, she felt her cunt muscles cramping. Marcie tilted her head up feeling the pressure from the blood rushing to her head. Jack finished with the knotting.

"Wait 'til your old lady gets here," he said, biting down on his lower lip. "Then we're really gonna see some action. Now."

Jack stepped back, admiring his handiwork. He stared at her full, rounded tits hanging forward, her red half-inch-long nipples standing straight out. Marcie's thighs were slicked down with juice that kept oozing from her cunt. Her ass quivered nervously while she bent her knees more.

"Wanna suck my dick?"

"What? No! No!"

Marcie shook her head back and forth, closing her lips tight. The thought of taking a man's cock in her mouth revolted her. If he had to stick his cock somewhere, why didn't he shove it up her pussy? She needed it there, wanted it there!

"Sure you do, baby. You wanna open up them lips and take it all in, don't you?"

Jack stepped in front of her, unzipping his trousers and fishing out his cock again. He rubbed his cock rapidly, pulling the loose outer skin over the rigid inner core until his prick was fully extended.

The smell of his unwashed crotch reached Marcie's nostrils, triggering more juices that flowed freely from her pussy. She was so hot, so wet down there! The young blonde teen found new energy now as she was bent over in that obscene position, her ass sticking straight up in the air as if it were ready for fucking. Her long hair touched the floor.

"Let's see you be a good cock-sucking slave, baby!" he snarled.

Marcie's eyes crossed as she kept them focused on his big cock dangling in front of her. She could smell the sour odor of his crotch. Looking up, she saw the thick bush of dick hairs growing around his fat cockroot, then spreading upward in a broad fan to his belly and chest.

"Yeahhhh," he sighed, taking his cock in both hands and rubbing it over her face.

Marcie closed her eyes and shivered. The touch of his red-hot prick against her flesh weakened her. She felt her cuntlips spasm as his greasy dick moved up and down over her forehead.

Jack grabbed a handful of hair and curled it around his dick, using the strands to stimulate himself.

His big, cum-packed balls dangled in front of her eyes, at times brushing her eyebrows. Marcie tilted her head up a little more. She was rowing dizzy.

"I wanna feel your fuckin' mouth all over my dick, baby. I'm gonna shove this mother all the way in until you can't breathe!"

Marcie shook her head back and forth. No, she didn't want this cock there. If he was going to do something to her, why didn't he fuck her?

"Suck it!"

Jack moved both hands to the sides of her head, tilting it back. His thumbs pressed hard where her upper and lower jaw met, forcing her lips to part. The pain was terrible! Marcie let out a little shout.

"Shut up!"

Brad was breathing harder, his chest rising and falling irregularly as he peered down and watched his cock brush up against her nose. He loved the way she looked – helpless, bound, bent over, her ass wagging in the air while her tits sagged toward the floor. He sucked in a deep breath, feeling her breath blowing against his prick. In a way he almost hated to end the suspense by having her suck him off. But he couldn't hold back any longer.

Marcie pulled her lips back as if she were going to give a kiss. Jack's hands tightened around her head, guiding it forward. The smell of his crotch became stronger, making her dizzy. Her knees wobbled while her head spun around and around. She felt something soft and spongy touch her lips, tasted something very salty and kind of bleachy! He was rubbing his cockhead over her lips, moving his piss-slit first along her lower lip, then across her upper one.

Marcie swallowed hard, feeling the oily jizz coating her throat. The touch, the taste, the smell of the big man made her heart pound wildly. Once again she was aroused to a fever-pitch, all thoughts of exhaustion having fled her mind.

"Here you go," Jack said, squeezing her cheeks and hunching forward.

Marcie felt his fat cockhead sliding, over her lower lip, brushing against her teeth, then moving up and slipping back on her tongue. She had never had anything that big in her mouth before. Almost at once he shoved all of his prick into her mouth.