The thick juice of his balls sprayed the satiny walls of Cindy's cunt. Cindy could feel the deep throbs of his cock as he shot his jism up her pussy. And still there was no response from her only the soft sobbing of shame.
CHAPTER THREE
Howie wasn't through with Cindy.
If things went as before when his mother was with Jack, he had most of the night left. Often Cindy didn't go home until the following morning, his mother coming home around four or five o'clock. There was no reason for this night to be any different.
Besides, Howie just didn't give a shit if his mother walked in and saw what he was doing to Cindy. She certainly had no right to stop him not after what he had seen her doing with Jack.
He untied Cindy, but as she sat up, he grab bed her arms and pulled them behind her back, tying them there. With more clothesline, he tied her elbows at her back until they were almost touching. He enjoyed the way it made her perky tits thrust forward. He considered undressing her, but decided she looked more exciting with some of her clothes on.
He had to help her to her feet. Cindy refused to look at him, but he didn't care right now. With her blouse open, arms tied at her back, he liked the way she looked. Her skirt had fallen to her knees, but her sweet tits arched out nicely.
He sat on the floor before her, lifting the front of her dress to peer at her cunt. Come juice was seeping from her pussy, running along her thighs. He giggled.
Cindy felt the come juice on her thighs, and being such a scrupulous young girl, she felt distaste. Having Howie see it made her embarrassment more intense. She looked at the door, thinking she could run out. But with her hands and arms tied the way they were, she wouldn't be able to get it open.
Moving around behind Cindy, he lifted her skirt and looked at her ass. It was a lovely ass, so creamy and smoothlooking, with a deep, enticing split between the ass cheeks. Cindy's ass was small, but flawlessly shaped in firm roundness.
His cock began to swell again. He cupped an ass cheek, feeling it, fondling the smooth flesh. Draping her skirt over his head, he felt Cindy's ass with both hands, finding her cute ass a delight to touch.
He pulled the ass cheeks apart.
"Howie, don't!" Cindy groaned in shame. "That's… dirty!"
Howie peered between her ass cheeks, seeing her pretty little asshole. It was sweetly pink, sucking inward as if trying to conceal itself from his burning eyes.
"You have a real pretty asshole, Cindy," he said, rubbing a thumb on it. "Nice and tight and pretty."
Cindy's hips moved forward, but she couldn't get his thumb off her asshole. Her face flamed with intense shame. No one had ever touched her asshole except her, and then only when she bathed. Standing with her head hanging down, tears in her eyes, her body trembling, she could do nothing but let him feel her ass.
Cindy yelped.
Howie was pressing his thumb against her asshole, and it clenched against the invasion. But Howie pressed harder and harder, and he giggled when he saw his finger slip past the tight ass ring.
"Oh, God, Howie!" Cindy cried. "Please don't! That's so nasty!"
"Is it?" he laughed, shoving his face against her ass. He kissed one smooth ass cheek, then opened his mouth and closed his teeth into the flesh. "I think it's nice, not nasty at all."
Cindy's asshole held his thumb with squeezing pressure. Not that she wanted to, but her asshole clenched on its own. She felt the unfamiliar pain, the unfamiliar stretching, and cried helplessly.
Howie worked his thumb back and forth, his eyes glassy as he watched Cindy's asshole stretching. He wondered if he could get his cock up her ass. Pulling his thumb out, he watched her asshole close quickly.
"You've got jizz on your fucking legs, Cindy," he said, finally getting to his feet. "I thought you didn't like feeling dirty. I bet you're going to hate the way you'll feel later."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice low and fearful.
"None of your business," he snickered. "Lay across the coffee table."
Howie shoved Cindy over the low table, smashing her tits flat on the hard wood. Grabbing his clothesline, he quickly tied her knees apart, then drew the line under the table and around her neck. Taking a handkerchief from the pocket of his discarded jeans, he stuffed it into Cindy's mouth.
Cindy's head hung over the coffee table, her blonde hair hanging to the floor. Howie flipped her skirt up to her waist, exposing her lovely ass. He stood and grinned as he watched Cindy shaking, goose bumps rippling on the cheeks of her ass.
Picking up his belt, he swung it back and forth, his eyes glowing with anticipation. Cindy didn't know what he was doing. She couldn't see him, and she didn't feel him touching her. With her naked ass sticking out, her hands and neck and knees tied until she couldn't move, couldn't even scream, she was totally helpless. Her asshole drew inward as if he were poking at it again. Her cunt seemed to suck inward, too.
The belt lashed down and across her creamy, sweet ass. Cindy's head jerked, but the clothesline cunt into it, the gag effectively cutting off her scream. Her ass jerked as the belt came down again. The pain seared her all the way to her smashed tits.
The more he struck her with the belt, the more excited Howie became. The red stripes on her flawless ass and his cock stand up firmly. He spanked her time and again, making the cheeks of her ass red all over.
Cindy, feeling her ass grow hot with pain, moaned time and again against the gag. Tears streamed from her beautiful eyes.
"Nice red ass you cunt," he said, lowering the belt and running his hand across the fiery red cheeks of her ass. "Nice and warm, too. I think you like being spanked, Cindy. I think your pretty ass loves it. It sure makes my cock hard, that's for sure!"
He fucked his finger into her asshole.
Cindy's eyes popped open with surprise and pain. Moaning into the gag, she twisted her ass, but couldn't move it. She tried to dislodge his finger by straining, and Howie laughed.
"You shit on my finger cunt, and I'll really beat your fucking ass," he said. Fucking his finger in and out of her cunt, he ran his other hand about her angry red ass cheeks. "I'm going to fingerfuck your asshole until it's big enough to drive a fucking truck up it. I might not get my cock back!"
When Howie jerked his finger from her asshole, Cindy closed it tightly, feeling as if she were going to shit. That would be an embarrassment she couldn't live with.
Taking his belt again, Howie lashed, at Cindy's ass and thighs, leaving ugly stripes on her tender, creamy flesh. Cindy couldn't scream, and she sobbed with hot tears. Every inch of her flesh felt as if he had sliced it to ribbons. The fire in her ass and thighs was horrible, and she didn't think she could stand much more of it without fainting.
"You have a nice ass for sure, now, you fucking cunt," Howie laughed. "That's a nice, red-hot ass for sure."
His cock strained upright by the time he dropped the belt. The appearance of her ass and thighs caused his, cock to throb and drip. His prick was dripping so much, the juices dripped onto Cindy's ass.
"You make my cock hard, Cindy," he said.
"I guess I better shove it to you again. You're a good fuck. Did you know that, cunt? You're a real good fuck."
Getting onto his knees, Howie rubbed his cock about Cindy's sweet ass, leaving trails of slime on her flesh, trails of wetness that she could feel through the burning pain. Her ass shivered in a way that caused Howie to think it was deliberate.
"I knew you wanted my cock, Cindy," he giggled, dragging his cock up and down the crack of her ass. "You can shake your ass all you want. It makes my cock tingle."
He shoved his cock downward, leaning back to watch. He rubbed at the lips of her hairy cunt, poking the swollen cock head into her pussy gash.