Mom in a harness

CHAPTER TWO

"Ohhhh, yeahhh, move your tongue around my prick like that, baby, get that hot suckin' mouth to work on my cock!"

Arlette watched as her mother sucked his ten-inch prick, her cheeks puffing out, her lips stretched thin around his poling cock while spittle oozed from the corner of her mouth. She felt sick at heart as she watched Monica's head bob back and forth, her blonde hair falling over her narrow shoulders. Jack was flexing his thigh muscles rhythmically now, his fat balls squeezing up against the woman's chin while he pistoned deeper and deeper down her throat. The pantyhose cut hard into Monica's ankles, and her arms tugged backward with every jerking motion she made.

"Oh, my God!"

Arlette whispered out her disbelief once more, finding it difficult to stand. She gripped the molding, still keeping one hand moving back and forth over her cunt bush. She could feel her moist, soft pussymeat trembling with excitement, could feel her outer cuntlips swelling up with excitement as she watched her mother being degraded. Fucked in the mouth! Really fucked in the mouth! She saw that Monica was enjoying this. She heard the moans and knew instinctively that they were sounds of delight, not horror. And her mother was swallowing even more of his prick. Nearly three-quarters of it had disappeared between her lips, and Jack was throwing his head back, demanding that Monica take more.

"Come on, baby, take the whole thing. Sure you can do it," he panted, shaking his head violently to rid it of the sweat, then opening his eyes and cupping both hands behind her head.

Monica stopped for a moment, her eyes rolled up at him. Jack grunted out something, then tensed his leg and thigh muscles. There was a moment's hesitation. Then he shoved forward, burying all his cock in the blonde woman's mouth.

"Mmmfmmfmmfffff!" she choked. Arlette watched her mother's body stiffen, watched as a bulge appeared in her throat. Monica was making strange, strangled sounds while her body jerked and twitched spasmodically against the squeaking bed. Her cheeks reddened and beads of sweat dotted her wrinkled forehead. Monica's fingers straightened, tensed, then curled, clawing wildly at the headboard. She was making strangled sounds as her eyes bulged and her nostrils flared. Her mother was choking to death, unable to draw in a breath because of his big prickhead lodged down her throat! And Jack was still flexing his asscheeks, fucking Monica down the throat, then rotating his fat prick around and around so the woman could feel it more. Arlette was on the point of screaming out something to stop this horrible ordeal when she heard Jack let out a sigh, then saw him pull his prick slowly from Monica's mouth.

"Ooooohhhh!" the woman sighed.

"Nice, baby, nice to feel my cock down all the way," Jack whispered, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.

He pulled back slowly, stopping at midpoint and giving Monica several quick thrusts before withdrawing a little more. In what seemed an eternity, Jack now had only his double-lobed prickhead between the woman's lips. Even from where she stood, Arlette could see her mother's lips working, gumming his cockhead, sucking at it as her tongue moved back and forth over the sensitive groove just under the knob. Jack liked it! Yes, Jack really loved having his cock sucked this way. And for one mad, utterly insane moment Arlette envied her mother. Standing there, rubbing her fingertips over her juicy cuntcrack, feeling the ticklish hairs under her fingernails, Arlette wished she could be tied up there on the bed, her head tilted back, her mouth filled with that hunk of cockmeat.

"What am I thinking of?" she whispered to herself, closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip. She had to regain control of herself. No, she would never let herself become as humiliated as her mother. Sucking a man's cock! Jack was right. There was no better way to control a woman than having her take that degrading pose. Arlette shivered, rubbing her fingertips over her clit, then curling them in and sliding them over her cuntlips. Control. Control. She had to regain some control over what she was thinking and feeling!

"Want my prick up your cunt now, honey? Want me sawin' the fuck outta your pussy?" Jack asked, pulling his cock out all the way. Taking Monica's spit-slicked chin between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched it hard.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!" the woman pleaded shamelessly. "Man, you're pantin' for it… you really want to have that cunt fucked."

He reached down with his left hand, sliding his fingers over her cunt crack, then scooping up some of the juices flowing from her fuckhole. Sniffing his hand, he raised his eyebrows and wrinkled his forehead in pleased amusement.

"You got it comin' outta you real bad. Women who've got it comin' outta them that way gotta get fucked hard and a lot, or they go kinds nuts, understand?" Jack said, squeezing her chin so hard now the woman winced. "Ohhhhh!" Monica gasped.

Arlette watched as Jack backed away from her mother once more, bending over for his red-and-white checked, flannel shirt tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed earlier. He was fishing around in one shirt pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Tapping the opened end against one hand, the big stud pulled out one bent cigarette, shoving it in his mouth. Then he flipped open the top of his Zippo lighter. The orange flame flickered in the draft created by the partially opened bedroom door. Flicking the top down, he tossed the lighter atop the shirt, took a drag, then blew the smoke into Monica's face. She coughed, jerking her head to one side, tears welling up in her eyes from the irritation.

"But women who get fucked real hard aren't good women, baby. I mean," he said, his smile turning into a menacing frown, "they gotta be punished for what they feel and do. You understand?"

"No! What are you talking about?" Monica gasped, peering through several blonde hairs that had fallen over her eyes.

"You'll find out soon enough," Jack said off-handedly, shrugging, then taking another drag.

Monica knelt there, her muscles straining from the awkward position, her pussy burning and throbbing from the oral caresses it had received. Flexing her thighs, Monica spread her knees a little farther apart, feeling her cuntlips rubbing together with every move she made. It was terrible, hanging like this, suspended between a world of rationality and one of madness! Climax was only moments away. Monica felt every nerve ending straining toward it. If only she could strain a little more, inch up a bit further, she would tumble down into that wonderful, dark abyss of orgasm!

"Gettin' eager, baby? You keep lookin' at my prick, and you'll start going nuts. You want it real bad, don't you?"

Monica looked at the big man kneeling in front of her, pulling out his cigarette yet once more, then blowing that gray stream of smoke into her face. Her nostrils and eyes burned from the assault as she felt her throat choking with the harsh, raspy coughs she made. But nothing, nothing could take away the pulses in her cunt that were getting worse and worse. She rocked her hips a little slowly at first, and as the subtle friction of her inner cuntlips rubbed against her clit, the woman moved faster, then faster and faster. Her body was growing hotter and hotter, and she wished Jack would put out that cigarette and take care of her pussy as he had been doing earlier. "Huhhhhhh… aaahahhhhh!" the woman groaned.

Oh, it was good, too good. It was almost wrong to have it so good. One part of her wanted to stop. Monica knew what she was doing with Jack was wrong, terribly wrong. But how could she stop a flood of emotion? It was impossible.

"Like movin' around like that, huh, baby? It's kinds like jerkin' off, right?"

"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck…"

Monica was going out of her mind. She dipped and wiggled her ass, the weight of her asscheeks adding to the sensations around her cunt. She was moving so fast that a sweat broke out on her upper lip, and that damned headboard was clattering wildly against the wall. She was feeling a kind of hot, itchy dampness under each tit, and a streak of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. God, she was going to cum, going to cum without his prick in her!

"You're gonna back off now, baby." Monica opened her eyes just in time to see him stretching out one hand toward her. At first the woman thought he was going to touch her pussy once more, and she flashed him a dreamy, relieved smile. Then her smile faded quickly as she realized he had a cigarette in that hand. "No!"

Monica jerked back, her hair splashing over her shoulder blades while her fingers gripped the ropes holding her arms back. Her eyes widening, the woman saw the red, burning tobacco, the smoke curling up toward the ceiling as Jack held it inches from her right knee. It moved closer, the warmth reddening her flesh. Monica began to whimper, tears flooding her eyes.

"Ohhhhh!" she whined.

Arlette sucked in a ragged breath, her fingers plowing into the wet furry cunthole pulsing against her hand. He was going to burn her, going to burn her mother with that cigarette! The young teen felt her heart beating more wildly than before, and her rushing blood scorched her veins. Monica was jerking her thighs up and down now, her plump asscheeks bouncing off her feet. Jack was telling her something about how much she was going to like having that cigarette on her skin. Arlette doubted that. How could that much pain be pleasurable?

"Oh, please, please, don't, don't do this to me," Monica begged in a small voice.

Arlette let out a shivery moan when she heard her mother's strained voice. The sound of Monica's helplessness, her pleas, the way she was bound, and the way Jack was treating her somehow turned the young girl on. She moved her fingers more slowly up and down her fuzzy outer cuntlips, keeping the tips away from her clit for the moment. She had fingerfucked herself several times, but never with such a powerful sexual scene going on in front of her.

"Oh, no, no, no!"

Jack paused for a moment, the burning end of the cigarette an inch from her flesh just above her right knee. Monica peered down, horrified, her lips moving in silent prayer while her chest rose and fell mightily. She could already feel the burning tobacco, could feel her flesh singeing under the touch. And then…

"Agghghghghhhh!"

Monica thought her body would explode from the burning agony! Jack had dropped the cigarette to her flesh, leaving it there for a moment as the fire burned into her skin. There was an incredibly cold sensation for a second followed by the mind-bending feeling of fire slicking through her flesh! Monica jerked her hands wildly, the ropes cutting into her wrists. Her legs tried to straighten, those big muscles cramping as the stretched-thin pantyhose held and kept her prisoner. The blonde was thrashing as much as she could, her muscles bulging and pressing against her sweaty flesh, while her head snapped from side to side. "Noooo, oh, no, no, no!"

Monica was wild, her long blonde hair splashing over her face and throat, and her ruby-tipped tits slapped wetly together on her chest. Her nerves sang as that horrible cigarette burned into her flesh. There was the acrid aroma of her skin dissolving under that smoldering weapon.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Then he slid it up, up along one tendon, the tobacco burning the fine blonde hairs on her body. Monica whimpered, her jaw tight and drawn back while her eyelids fluttered and a pulse leaped at her throat. Staring back up at Jack, she saw he was wearing an almost amused expression, one corner of his mouth screwed up in a half-smile while his eyes twinkled. His prick was still sticking straight out, the head dark purple, juicing with precum as he pulled the cigarette up, up toward her cunt!

"Uhhhhhhh…" she growled frantically. Monica clenched her teeth together, the pain making her brain rattle with agony. Sweat coursed down the sides of her face, dampening her hair. It was as if he had dumped burning gasoline all over her body and was working it into the pores! And still, the cigarette stayed, trailing a long, red line along her flesh up toward her crotch. Monica jerked her head back, staring tearfully at the ceiling, begging God to let her faint, to lose consciousness rather than submit to this horror any longer.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah, baby, gonna make your cunt a lot warmer than it is," Jack taunted. He was humming some nondescript tune as he pulled that awful thing up closer to her pussy! She curled her fingers even more, digging the nails into her palms as the pain traveled higher and higher, up to her cunt. "No, ohhhh, no, no, no!"

He was going to burn out her pussy! He was going to ruin her, scar her for life with that awful cigarette! Monica went wild, tugging crazily at the ropes holding her arms, trying to straighten her legs once more, feeling the pantyhose cutting cruelly into her ankles. The bed rocked and squeaked madly as the woman thrashed.

"Oh, my God!" Monica gasped.

Arlette thought she was going to retch when she watched her mother moving around like that! She had never seen anyone thrash around in the same way, except maybe in horror movies or something. But this was real! This was no cinema fantasy! Her mother was going nuts, jerking and snapping her body from side to side while Jack was burning her with that cigarette. The girl could almost feel the pain, the heat as the burning white weapon inched closer and closer to Monica's cunt. She should interrupt or something, kick open the door, stop this horror. But something kept the girl from saying a word. She moved her fingers around, letting one touch the tiny bead of her clit. Another small shock cut through her thighs like the blade of a rusty knife. She took in a shuddery breath, licking her dry bottom lip. She felt wrong, terribly wrong, letting this thing happen in front of her while she was touching herself in this horrible way. But it felt so good, touching herself like this, touching herself and wondering what it would be like to be roped and branded like her mother was, threatened with that prick only inches away from her pussy!

"Mmmmmm…" she sighed.

Arlette felt her thighs ridging with tensed muscles, and her toes cramped until they hurt her terribly. She gasped in large breaths of air, following with shallow ones while her fingers steadily worked at her cunt. She could almost hear her hand as it slipped in and out of her virgin pussy. Her cunt was swollen with lust as that awful pulsing, itchy feeling grew more and more concentrated.

In front of her, the torture continued, Monica was sobbing and jerking her body around, howling as the cigarette moved closer to her cunt.

"Now, baby," the big stud hissed.

Jack changed tactics. He raised the cigarette from her inner thigh, moved it up several inches, then brought it down slowly, ever so slowly over her blonde pussy hairs.

Monica thought she was going to disgrace herself, going to piss from fright and pain when she heard the whispery crackle of her cunt hairs burning and curling back, blackened under the smoldering cigarette. And the heat! She felt it curling into her pussy, touching her clit, making that tiny sex spindle somehow more hot, more itchy. What was happening to her? Bondage was one thing. But this was sadism, simple and pure. Was she turning on to pain, enjoying the agony that was increasing her lustful pleasure? Monica shook her head violently, unable to analyze what was happening now.

"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed.

The burning tobacco was dropped into her cunt slit suddenly. It was an act she couldn't believe at first. Monica knelt there, her eyes wide, her mouth open as the cigarette hissed and went out in her wet pussy. A mindless cry tore from her throat as agony pulsed through her cunt. Something else happened, something that overrode the pain in an instant. That was an orgasm, a powerful climax that swept over her body and turned Monica into a rutting fucking sex machine. She bucked and jerked, her mind shattered into fragments by the combination of searing pain and burning lust.

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.