Mom in a harness

CHAPTER FIVE

The big stud had mounted her from behind, holding her asscheeks apart with one hand while sticking his prickhead against her shitter. Monica saw stars, her head whirling around and around. She sucked in air rapidly. Panting, wheezing, the terrified woman felt the pressure increase against her asshole as Jack grunted like a stuck pig behind her. "Nooooofffffff!"

Monica shook her head in a silent plea, the pain from her asshole edging down to the rounded curves of her asscheeks and down her thighs. It was so awful, so horribly painful. He was going to fuck her in the ass, drive his fat, long cock down into her bowels! Her husband had tried that once or twice unsuccessfully. Always, Monica had pushed him away, feeling the pain she had endured initially couldn't possibly be worth any pleasure she would get later. But now the woman had no choice. The restraints held her in place while Jack had no choice. The restraints held her in place while Jack squatted down a little more as if he were taking a shit, pressing his cockhead harder and harder against her violated asshole.

"Uhhhh… man, you're real tight… probably ain't been fucked there," he mut tered, pulling back and rubbing her asshole with one finger. Monica winced, sighing, grateful for the temporary relaxation of pressure against her body.

"Ooooohhhhhhh!"

"Gonna take care of that right now. Gonna make you loose enough so I can take you in the butt," Jack muttered.

Monica felt him getting down on his knees, felt his big hands gripping her asscheeks, forcing them apart, exposing her cunt and shitter. The woman groaned, feeling the cool air wafting against the moist, hot meat of her peeled open pussy. Why couldn't he fuck her there? Why couldn't he be sanding his prick back and forth, rubbing that hunk of cock meat over her tingling clit as he had the night before? No, he was teasing her, purposely not touching her cunt as her pussy lips swelled and fluttered with excitement, keeping his fingers well away. She could feel his panting breath now against her asscheeks. And then… and then he was drawing his tongue over her asscrack! Yes, she could feel it sliding up and down the deep split while his bushy mustache tickled the sweaty, sensitive flesh. Monica curled her fingers until they cramped, biting down on the gag as wild feelings coursed through her body.

He was moving down, down toward her shitter, his callused fingers holding her asscheeks apart. It was wild, obscene! And then his tongue was working on her asshole, sliding back and forth, lapping up and down, messing up her shitter. And what was even more amazing was the other feelings resulting from his tonguing, hot, spicy feelings radiating down to her unattended clit! Monica groaned, chewing on the latex gag, wishing she could tell Jack how much her cunt burned and ached for attention. How she wished she could have something good and hot and stiff sinking into her pussy, forcing out the juices as it tunneled into her body. Instead, he was licking her shitter, caressing the pink, wrinkled skin with his tongue while her cunt seemed to be forgotten. "Uuufuufffffff!"

Jack increased the pulling pressure, tugging her asscheeks yet farther apart, then sticking his tongue all the way in! Monica let out a gasp around the spit-slicked gag, her eyes widening at this new violation! She could feel his tongue scraping along the silky slick lining of her outer bowels, Jack's moustache tickling her assflesh. He was growling like some kind of wild animal as he kept licking and sucking at her asscheeks. Already, his spittle was dripping down her asscrack and oozing into her pussy slit! The woman groaned loudly again, wagging her ass from left to right. It was so good, so wonderfully good having his warm, wet mouth sucking on her ass, that tongue curling in, licking up and down while his teeth pressed in against her soft ass flesh.

"Ooooofoffffffff!" the blonde gasped. Monica felt another powerful series of spasms scorch her cunt. Tensing her muscles until they cramped, the woman pulled at the leather which restrained her arms, yanking at the cuffs, feeling that move tighten the two belts encircling her body.

"Ready now for it, baby. I can tell you're ready for anything!"

Jack pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand while he studied the round, spit-slicked globes in front of him. Spitting down into one palm, the big stud greased down his prickhead. Then he put his big hands on either side of the woman's asscheeks and positioned himself for the initial insertion. Monica knew what was going to happen. Taking in a deep breath, she held it, closing her eyes, wishing she could somehow faint and escape the pain she knew would inevitably follow.

"Leather bitch," he muttered, hunkering down like a dog and moving forward. Monica felt his prickhead again, pressing up against her asshole. Only this time, she was more ready for the attack than before. She gasped and wheezed the moment she felt pressure being applied. She could feel her asshole puckering in, could hear Jack panting and gasping behind her while his fingers tightened around her asscheeks. "Oooooooohhhhh!" she moaned.

The dull pain became sharper, concentrated as the big man behind her kept on shoving down and in. For a moment, Monica thought Jack would never get his cock into her body. She could almost feel his prick bending in the center, unable to force its way through. Then gradually, slowly, she felt her sphincter giving way, relaxing under the constant, steady pressure of Jack's cock.

"Aggghhhhhhh!" Monica screamed, snapping her head back as a particularly sharp jolt of pain from her ass shot through her body.

"Take it, bitch! Come on, you're nothin' but shit, and I'm gonna feel your shit on my prick! Come on, relax that ass and take my cock," Jack grunted, closing his eyes and tensing his hip and thigh muscles once more.

Monica screamed again, louder than before, chomping down again and again on the latex gag. Sweat oozed down her cheeks and forehead. It was as if someone were branding her shitter, sticking a red-hot poker into her bowels, then twirling it around and around. Her thighs ached, the joints in her legs felt as if they were going to pop as Jack kept on shoving his cock against her asshole. He would tear something in there, would destroy her with that horrible prick if he kept this up. Again and again, the frantic blonde tried to jerk her hands free. Her wrists pulled at the cuffs, her violent moves making the chain-links rattle and clank as that horrible agony grew worse and worse.

"Uhhhhhhhh…"

Jack eased his pressure for a moment, letting the woman relax. Monica dropped her head, panting heavily, wishing again that she would faint. Instinctively, the woman pushed outward as if she were taking a shit. Monica then felt one of Jack's hands leaving her asscheek for his prick. He was holding his cock rigid, bracing it for another attack. The blonde gasped, trying to let her ass muscles relax. That was the only way. The more she fought him, the more it would hurt her. Relax, relax, Monica told herself as she heard Jack suck in a deep breath, then hold it.

"Take it, bitch, you're gonna be here all fuckin' day 'til you take it!"

Like a rock, his prick jammed up against Monica's asshole. There was a moment's pause, then his cockhead slipped all the way into her bowels.

"Unnfnnffffff!" she cried.

Her mind exploded, shocks of pain shooting up and down her spasming arms and legs. He was shoving more and more into her asshole now, slapping her asscheeks in wild abandon, calling Monica all sorts of vile names.

"Slut! Goddamned cocksucking bitch! Man, take that prick up your ass! Yeahhhh, gobble up my cockmeat with that hungry ass you got! Fuck, it's so Goddamned nice and tight and hot down there, baby, almost better 'n that juicin' pussy you got."

To emphasize his point, Jack reached down with one hand, and he began rubbing her cuntlips together, at times touching the red tip of her clit and making the woman frantic with delight.

"Uhh! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!"

The leather, the restraints, his prick up her ass – everything was conspiring to make her a rutting slut! Yes, that's all she was, a rutting bitch, her cunt running with lava-like juice while that man was filling her asshole with all his prickmeat. Monica closed her eyes in defeat, loving the sensations now radiating from her asshole, making her cunt even hotter than before.

Jack let go of her hip, reaching around to one of her tits and squeezing the nipple. Monica went wild, squirming, moving her ass back toward the big, hot belly pressing up against her and wagging frantically. He was touching all the hot spots of her body, turning her into a fucking machine!

"Man, that's it, baby! Ohhhh, yeahhhhh, let of Jack turn you on, make you feel real good with his chuggin' prick."

Monica was turning on to the game. She moved her ass as sensuously as she could, that slow invasion of her ass hurting her terribly as well as exciting her. It was so good. But it would be that much better if Jack were only to touch her cunt again. His fingers tweaking her nipples made her feel so hot! But it would be even better if he would touch her cunt! "Uhhhhhh…" she sighed.

Another thick inch of his prick speared her gut. His cock was splitting her wide open! Monica spread her legs apart a little farther. Jack was tugging up on the top leather strap now, choking the wind from her chest, then letting her go as she panicked from lack of oxygen. Leaning forward, he jerked his hips forward a little more, the force of that fucking motion lifting her knees from the basement floor. Monica grunted, the widening head of his prick seeming to go on forever. Would it touch her belly, fill her stomach with jizz when it finally went off deep inside her? Monica tossed her again, salty tears burning into her nostrils as the slowness of his fucking brought her feet off the floor once more.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!"

Now both his hands were slipping under her hips, kneading her tits cruelly, pinching her nipples until the woman cried desperately through the latex gag. His fingers seemed to threaten to tear off her tit tips as he twisted and hurt them so badly.

"Gonna go for it now, honey! Yeah, you fuck-slut, gonna go for it all the way!" Monica then felt a sudden easing of the pressure in her ass. That forward chugging motion had stopped. Jack half lay over her, panting against the back of her neck, his legs pressing against the backs of hers while his cock jerked around in her bowels. It was so weird, so strange having something that big stuffed up her tight ass.

And then he started pulling out, slowly withdrawing his prick from her rectum. Monica's eyes rounded, bugging out as she felt that obscene suction on her shitter! It was as if he had sucked out all her bowels! Her arms and legs were spamming. Curling her spine, the woman snapped her head back, growling and grunting from the sudden change in direction of that horrible fucking. Monica bit down harder, going wild with the movements of his unpredictable cock. She shoved her asscheeks toward him, feeling her sphincter closing down on his withdrawing prick as her body tried to stop that strange vacating feeling.

"Yeah, baby, you want it in you now, right? Before, you couldn't take it. And now… now you wanna have my prick shoved in all the way! Fuck it, little fuckin' slut, you're nothin' better 'n some Goddamned Hollywood slut!"

Monica felt completely torn. Guilt, humiliation, and mind-blasting pleasure shot through her. She wrestled her tits against his hands, feeling the squeezing pain from her nipples driving more and more concentrated heat into her crotch. The round mounds of her ass flexed against Jack's belly as he stopped, the swollen lobes of his prickhead barely in her asshole.

"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped.

He was sliding it back in, burrowing his cock into her body, his balls tight, tense and eager to cut loose into her shitter.

"Ooofoofffffff!" Monica panted as Jack kept going, going past where he had stopped before. Her eyes glazed over as she felt another series of spasms ripple through her body. She kept thinking that surely he would have to stop. There couldn't be much of his prick left to stick up her ass. But he was pushing more and more of it up her ass. Ohhhhh, how much more sensitive her rectal nerves seemed to be than she had ever thought! It seemed that the thick bar of prickmeat pistoning in and out of her ass was growing, growing until it was the size of a baseball bat! He was impaling her, tearing her body in half with his big cock. And still it kept going in, in, spreading apart her asscheeks.

Again, that steady pressure eased. Monica felt Jack's belly against the tops of her asscheeks, and she thought he must be in all the way. The woman let a long sigh escape from around the latex tube gagged in her mouth. Then Jack began pulling back a second time. And again, Monica groaned, her body shivering from that obscene vacuuming. Surely, she felt, he had to be pulling her bowels inside out!

"Nice, good ass, good fuckin' butt," Jack muttered, slapping the backs of her legs, then pinching her asscheeks hard until the woman squealed through her rubber gag.

Monica was going wild as he fucked her hard, pressing her ass back against him. She arched her back like a cat, the odd fullness inside her bowels starting to arouse her more and more. It was a different kind of heat from the one in her pussy. But it was powerful, strong enough to take her breath away! The woman gasped and squealed, wiggling her ass from side to side, feeling her body spread more and more as Jack grunted and fucked behind her.

"Uhhhhh!" she kept moaning.

Monica writhed against the leather restraints, the strips around her cuntlips rubbing steadily and slickly now against her clit. The feel of that leather knifing into her pussy, rubbing against her dark-red, wet cuntmeat was too much! The woman began flexing her thighs, bouncing them up and down and from side to side in a rhythm that insured constant rubbing against the leather strips. Juice frothed from her fuck hole, dribbling down her tendon-ridged thighs, wetting down the strips more and more. Her tits rocked and jiggled against Jack's massaging hands. It was a sexual feast! Everything was exciting her, turning her on! How much longer could she go on without collapsing entirely?

"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!" he growled behind her.

Jack was getting close to cumming. She knew he was close to dumping his load into her ass. Monica squeezed her ass muscles tight around his cockshaft, trying to drag out more and more sensation from his prick. She didn't care how much he was hurting her now, how much the pain mixed strangely with the pleasure. She just wanted all of his cock hammering into her now, wanted to feel his balls slapping again and again against her asscheeks until the spinning ball of heat in her pussy exploded.

"Oooooohhh, God!" Monica gasped. Jack was going for it, shoving back and forth, gradually speeding up his cockstrokes until Monica thought her ass would explode from the fiery heat. The ramming length of his fucking increased the heat slicking into her pussy. And then he reached down with one hand, screwing two fingers into her pussy while creasing her clit with his jagged thumbnail. That was all the woman needed. Yelping like a kicked puppy, straining against the leather restraints, Monica felt herself topple over into the abysss of climax, jerking, twitching, writhing wildly.

"Yagggghhfhhfhfffff!" she screamed. There was another sensation now, the feeling of hot jizz spattering into her shitter. It was Jack's cum blowing up in her, spilling his jism, shooting it down into her guts while she screamed with incredible fury. How long Monica spasmed and groaned, she didn't know. The fiery jolts in her ass and cunt seemed to go on and on for an eternity. But end, it did, and the woman found herself crouched completely over, her forehead resting against the floor as her arms jerked in their restraints.

Jack rubbed his hands slowly, rhythmically up and down over her back, his prick jerking in her ass for several more minutes. Then, shrunken back to normal size, his fat cock slipped on its own grease of cum from her fuckhole. Shivering, Monica felt reality begin to trickle in. What about Arlette? She would come home soon.

And there she was in the cellar, trussed up like a mare, with Jack stark naked!

"I'm beat, baby. But this ain't the last time we're gonna play," Jack muttered, pulling the latex gag from her mouth and starting to unhitch the leather harness confining her body.

Monica spat to one side, licking her lips to rid her mouth of the foul rubber taste still there. What a horror she had endured. And worse yet, what a horror she had loved! Yes, there was no doubt about it, she enjoyed it very, very much! What on earth was wrong with her? The more Jack insulted her, hurt her, degraded her, the more she wanted him!

"And keep your little daughter clear of me," Jack warned, pulling the harness off Monica, then dropping it carefully into his opened toolbox. "Bet you she's just like you, baby, and I don't leave things like that alone if I get a chance."

I'll kill you if you touch her, Monica vowed to herself as she watched his fat, limp prick disappear under Jack's upsliding Levi's.