He pulled off her quickly; leaving Annette panting heavily on the bed, her legs draped over either side of the mattress. She watched him, watched his blood-heavy prick swinging from side to side as he walked to his dresser and pulled open the second drawer from the top. He was drawing something long and narrow from the dresser. Rope! Several strands hung from his right hand. In a second he was back on the bed, rolling her onto her left side and drawing her hands and legs behind her.
She felt one piece of half-inch line slip around her wrists. He was snugging the rope tight, securing it with a double-hitch knot.
He pulled her legs back a little farther, roping her ankles together in much the same way as her wrists, then drawing them together. In a moment, he had her wrists bound to her ankles in such a way the girl couldn’t close her knees or roll away from him. David edged forward between her opened thighs, his prickhead red-hot. There were droplets of some liquid bubbling up out of his piss-slit. Annette felt terribly frightened.
He reached down, rubbing the backs of his knuckles over her cuntlips. Annette let out a groan, closing her eyes, wondering when he was going to fuck that huge, meaty cock into her pussy. She heard her own ragged breathing become more labored as David lowered his body onto hers. She felt his chest pressing against her tits.
Again David laughed, pushing his fingers through her hair and tugging roughly. He was moving his prick up and down, making sure she could feel the full hard length pressing open her cuntlips. The tip of his cock was nudging up against her clit, bringing hotter shocks from that tiny spindle.
David hunkered down spreading her legs wide apart, Annette felt her muscles cramping from the spread position. The ropes were chafing her wrists and ankles, making the pain of being roped in that awkward position that much more intense. She strained against the rope bindings, feeling how they cut into the flesh of her wrists and ankles.
“Stop it. Oh please, it’s going too far …”
David laughed again.
“Baby, it went too far the second you wanted to come up here and party.”
Annette could feel that cockhead sliding back and forth, getting slippery on her own flooding fuck juices. She twisted around. Her wrists and ankles strained against the rope. And then David was back to sucking her the nipples, biting the nubs. She could feel his hot spit trickling down her side. She heard him smacking hungrily.
She felt his prick slipping back, sliding toward her swollen cuntal mouth. The muscles along her inner thighs cramped again. Curling her toes, she rubbed them against her fingertips as David prepared to fuck her.
“Don’t … oh God, I’ve never been … been fucked before. Please …”
“Virgin? Good, baby, glad I’m your first fuck.”
Annette bit blood from her lip, whining like a kicked puppy through her flared nostrils. He was starting to fuck her. David was braced between her splayed thighs, fucking all the way in. All the nerve endings were vibrating, tickling as he stretched her squiggly cuntal sheath with his massive cock.
It was a strange new feeling–the sensation of something foreign taking her over, filling her up, making her belly swell. She rolled around, feeling that cock inside her.
He was in her, penetrating, fucking in deeper! Annette just couldn’t seem to take deep enough breaths to fill her lungs. And still David fucked down harder, sucking her tits, holding her down while the ropes held and chafed.
“Ohhhh, yeah, man, baby, this is the first time you been poked. Can … uhhhhh … feel that. That’s all right, man. I dig virgins.”
David grabbed the ropes and tugged them savagely, bending her arms and legs back harder, making her groan with ecstasy and pain. Then he started fucking in deeper. In a moment Annette felt him pressing his cock up against her cherry. She let out a growl, tossing her head from left to right while the pain increased terribly. It was worse than the beating, worse than the roping, the hair-pulling, everything David had visited on her…
