Roped sitter, chained mom

CHAPTER TWO

Howie didn't stay any longer.

He stuffed his cock into his pants and rushed to the sidewalk, almost running home. He had three blocks to go, and he hoped Cindy was still sleeping on the couch.

Cindy was Jack's daughter, and she usually stayed with Howie when Jack dated Howie's mother. Not that he needed a sitter, but his mother insisted. Between Cindy and the women his mother wanted to sit with him, he chose Cindy. He hated those women who sat with him in the beginning. They were demanding and mean. Cindy, though, only a few years older than Howie, was nice. She didn't really care what he did, as long as it wasn't anything that would get both of them in trouble. He could stay up late, watch TV, and even snack, and Cindy didn't mind.

Bu as he walked quickly home, he had other ideas he wanted to try with her. Cindy, he felt, would put up a fight. She probably wouldn't believe him if he told her what he had seen. But Howie didn't care, because he knew what to do now.

He entered his house quietly, not wanting to wake Cindy up if she was still asleep as she had been when he sneaked out.

Cindy was still asleep.

But she wasn't on the couch anymore. She was on the floor, with a throw pillow beneath her head. But she was still asleep.

He looked down at the lovely girl. Her dark blonde hair fanned about her face. Her nose was small, with the tip slightly turned up cute.

Her lips were full and moist, so ripe she didn't have to wear lipstick unless she wanted. He looked at her tits, watching them rise and fall beneath the frilly white blouse, wondering how her tits would look naked. They were smaller than his mother's, he could see that.

But what drew his attention more than anything else was her sleeping posture.

Cindy lay between the couch and the heavy coffee table. One leg rested on the cushions of the couch, propped there. She had kicked her shoes off, and her legs were parted. Her pleated skirt was halfway up her thighs, and when he stepped back a bit and leaned over, he saw the lacy crotch of her panties. Howie's cock started to swell again as he peered beneath her skirt. Cindy's legs were long, very smooth and slender.

Leaving the sleeping Cindy reluctantly, he went to the kitchen and searched until he found some old clothesline. There was enough of it for his purpose. He didn't know how much time he had before his mother came home, but Howie didn't give a shit. If she came home and found Cindy all tied up, what the fuck could she say? He would just confront his mother with what he knew, and she couldn't say shit to him.

Being as careful as he could, his hands shaking, he gently pulled Cindy's arms above her head, tying them at the wrists, then attaching the clothesline to one end of the heavy coffee table, tying her other arm to the leg of the couch. Cindy had not stirred, and he looked gown, pleased at what he had done.

He was even more careful with her legs. He lifted the one leg from the couch very gently, then spread her legs about three feet apart. Carefully he tied her ankles to the coffee table and the other end of the couch. Cindy moaned in her sleep, frightening him. But she didn't move.

Cindy was now spreadeagled the way he had seen his mother. Now he had to get her skirt up without waking her. But first, Howie removed his clothes, standing between Cindy's thighs, rubbing his balls in one hand, his swollen cock in the other. His eyes gleamed with lust.

He lifted the front of Cindy's skirt, managing to get it up to the waistband of her bikini panties. He couldn't shove it any higher because he would have to lift her ass. But it was high enough. The band of her panties stretched wide over her cunt, but they were so sheer, he could see the mass of blonde cunt hair through them.

Now Cindy couldn't fight him. She was helpless, the way, her father had Howie's mother. He could take all her clothes off, play with her tits, feel her cunt, even. Why, he could fuck her! Fuck Cindy the way he had seen Jack fucking his mother!

Howie's cock throbbed in his hand.

Trembling with excitement, he squatted at her feet, peering between her beautiful young thighs tie wondered how he could get her panties off without waking her up. Then he realized it didn't matter if she did wake up. She couldn't do anything about it.

He moved closer between her legs, still squatting. He touched her inner thigh very lightly. Cindy made a soft whimpering sound, but didn't wake up. Feeling brave and powerful, Howie placed his hand on her crotch, feeling the heat of her cunt radiating through the thin band of her stretched panties. The more he felt of her cunt through the panties, the hotter she seemed to be.

Cindy's hips moved a little, just a small, writhing motion, and Howie swallowed the desire to giggle. He slipped a finger inside the tight band of her panties, slowly and very carefully. Lifting the band to one side, he gazed at Cindy's cunt. The blonde pussy hair was thick and curly, but the pink lips of her pussy held his attention more than the hair. They were puffy cunt lips, and when he lightly touched them, he found they were moist.

The band slipped from his finger, snapping back over her cunt.

Cindy's eyes flew open.

"Howie!"

He let the giggle go flow.

"What are you doing, Howie?"

It took a moment for Cindy to realize she couldn't move her arms or legs. When she did, she began to struggle.

"Howie, what are you doing? Why am I tied up? Turn me loose, Howie! Pull my skirt down… don't you dare touch me like that!"

Remembering what Jack had called his mother, Howie snickered. "You're a cunt, Cindy."

"What? Howie, you're going to get into trouble," Cindy yelled: "Your mother won't like this. You're going to be in serious trouble."

"Aw, who gives a fuck?" Howie said.

"And stop using that language!" Cindy said, twisting and trying to pull free.

"I'll say any fucking thing I want to say, you fucking cunt," Howie said, laughing with delight. "You're just a rotten cunt and a cocksucker, Cindy. I can do anything I want with you, even fuck you."

"Howie, are you crazy!" Cindy shrieked. "Untie me right now! Howie, I'm going to tell on you!"

"I don't give a fuck," he said. "Look at this!"

He stood on his knees, arching his hips forward, his cock straining out in full hardness. "You give me a fucking hardon!"

"Stop it!" Cindy yelled, closing her eyes so she couldn't see his cock. "And get your clothes on! What do you think you're doing, anyway?"

"I'm playing with you, Cindy," he said. "I'm going to play with your rotten cunt, and maybe fuck it."

"You wouldn't dare!" Cindy shout at him, struggling against the ropes.

Howie pulled his belt from his pants, getting to his feet and waving it around. "You shut your fucking mouth, Cindy, or I'll bit you with my belt."

"Oh. God!" Cindy whimpered, seeing the fire in his young eyes.

He swung the belt about, staring down at her. Her skin, no matter how much she wiggled, stayed where it was at her waist.

Suddenly, he lashed at her thigh with the belt. The sharp pain Cindy felt as the belt landed made her scream in sudden pain.

Howie felt his cock throbbing, and the sound of the belt hitting her creamy thigh sent delicious shivers up and down his spine. The belt left a red mark on her pretty thigh, and he liked the way it looked.

He swung again, lashing across both her thighs this time. Cindy screamed again, and the screaming made his cock jerk up and down.

"Oh, God, don't, Howie!" Cindy yelled. "You're hurting me, Howie!"

"Yeah, and I'm going to hurt you more!" he panted, gripping his cock hard.

"Oh, please don't!"

"Fuck you, you fucking cocksucker cunt!" he said, dropping the belt to the floor. "I'm going to tear your fucking panties off!"

He grabbed the elastic waistband, tugging hard. But her panties wouldn't tear. Almost frantic in lust, he looked about for something to use, and found a small pair of scissors his mother used on her nails. He snipped Cindy's panties away, and she closed her eyes with shame, crying from the still-burning pain.

"Now just look at what I found," Howie giggled wickedly as he tossed her panties on the couch. "I found a pretty cunt, all hairy and sweet. You ever had a cock in your pretty little cunt, Cindy?"

Cindy made no reply. Her face was burning with embarrassment. She attempted again to close her thighs, and found it was hopeless. Tears of shame and embarrassment streamed from her blue eyes, and she turned her head to one side, afraid to look at Howie.

"I bet you've had a dozen cocks up your fucking cunt, Cindy. My cock shouldn't make any difference. What's one more fuck to a pretty girl like you?"

He ran his hand up and down Cindy's cunt, feeling the silky pussy hair. He parted the puffy cunt lips and peered at her pussy. The cunt jutted forth, and he touched it lightly. Cindy's hips jerked, and she tried to squirm her ass into the floor.

"Don't!" she screamed. "Don't touch me, you nasty little boy!"

"Nasty, am I?" Howie said, and he rammed his middle finger into her cunt.

"Owwww! That hurt!"

He thrust his finger back and forth, fucking her swiftly, not caring how hard or if it did hurt her. He booked his finger inside her cunt and lifted. Cindy cried out in pain, arching her hips up to relieve the pressure. But Howie pulled harder until she was arching up to the limits.

As her hips came up, he jerked her skirt underneath. Now he had her exposed from the waist down. The red marks seemed to glow on her thighs, and, when he let her down, he tenderly rubbed them with his cunt-wet hand.

He moved his cock across her smooth thigh, smearing the dripping juices on her flesh. Cindy, feeling it, sobbed with misery. She didn't like what he was doing, and she didn't like being tied up, either.

Although she was an extremely lovely girl, with a well formed body, Cindy didn't have much sexual experience. She hadn't really enjoyed the few times she had let boys fuck her. It had been no big deal to her, and she had felt little or nothing. Her cunt had experienced a fullness when the cock was in it, and she had felt the friction, but there was no excitement, no thrill. She was a modest young girl, always making sure her dress was at her knees, seldom wearing shorts even on the hottest days. She was a very clean girl, bathing twice a day, often three times.

She knew boys wanted to fuck her, but she felt nothing at all, for them.

Now, tied up, exposed so blatantly by Howie, she was ashamed she could die. He had always been nice to her, never mean. But he wasn't the same Howie now.

"Howie," she whispered in a shaking voice. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? Haven't I been nice to you?"

"You're going to be a lot nicer from now on, Cindy," he said, stroking her cunt. "I've wanted to see your pussy for a long time, and now I see it. You have a pretty cunt, Cindy. I bet you love getting it fucked."

"No, no!" she said, twisting her head from side to side. "I don't like that! Please, Howie, at least pull my skin down."

He leaned back, looked at her, and slapped her face as hard as he could, the way he had seen Jack do to his mother. Cindy cried out with pain.

"Go ahead and cry, you cocksucker," he laughed. "I can slap you all, I want."

Cindy's cunt was so vulnerable as he looked at it. The blonde pussy hair was soft, and he enjoyed running his fingers through it. The feel of those pink cunt lips made his hand tingle. The wetness was pleasant as he ran his fingers up and down the cunt slit. The fact that Cindy was sobbing and felt embarrassed added to his delight.

Howie knew only what he had seen through the window, but his mind was getting quite active. Running his palm along Cindy's thigh, feeling the soft warmth of it, and especially the inner surface near her cunt, he suddenly gave her a pinch.

Cindy howled with pain, squirming her ass. His thumb and finger left imprints there, and she was going to have a nice little bruise. His attention was drawn to her tits. He squatted at her side and looked at them, saw the up and down movement. Cindy had her head turned to one side, so humiliated she couldn't look at his face. The red tingle on her cheeks pleased him.

"Let's just take a peek at your titties, Cindy," he said, his fingers fumbling with the buttons.

Cindy's breath caught, and she choked, crying. It was useless to try and talk him out of it.

Frustrated because his fingers shook so much, he ripped the final button off. Flinging her blouse to each side, he saw her frilly bra. The creamy flesh of her tits seemed to strain against it. He studied her bra a moment, wondering how to get it off. Then he saw the front hook between the cups. Discovering how it worked, he opened Cindy's bra and sucked in his breath. Her lovely tits thrust up, and her pink nipples seemed hard. With increased excitement, Howie touched her wits. He caressed them almost tenderly, feeling with both balls. He cupped her tits, squeezed them, rubbed it swollen nipples.

Taking each nipple between his thumb and finger, Howie began pulling. Slowly at first, he stretched Cindy's nipples to their limits. Cindy cried harder as the pain started. The more she cried, the harder he pulled, pinching at the same time. There was a wicked grin on his young face as he watched how far he could pull her creamy tits. The sound of her sobbing caused his cock to jerk up and down.

He didn't want to wait any longer. He couldn't wait any longer, or his cock would go off.

Releasing her tits, he moved between Cindy's parted legs. He loved to look at her hairy little cunt, but right now his cock was so hard, his balls so full, he didn't look very long. Pressing the head of his cock to the slit of her cunt, Howie rubbed his cock up and down. The feel of her soft cunt on the sensitive head of his cock was almost too much. The heat of her pussy, the wetness of it, drew his balk tightly into his crotch.

"Don't, Howie," Cindy begged. "Please don't do that to me. I don't like it, and…"

Howie shoved the swollen head of his cock between the puffy lips of her pussy. Cindy groaned. Howie held the head of his cock just inside, the heat of her succulent cunt almost overwhelming his senses.

With a moan of delight, Howie fucked his cock deep and hard into her cunt. Cindy wailed, twisting her face as far into the carpet as she could. She felt no pleasure.

Howie couldn't fuck for a moment. He was surprised at the tightness of her cunt, at the mindboggling heat. It felt so good, he almost came immediately. When he started to fuck in and out, Cindy sobbed softly, wishing she could cover her face, anything so he couldn't see how embarrassed she was.

Howie would not have seen anyway. He was fucking into her cunt swiftly, his eyes clamped shut, the sensations of ecstasy overcoming his mind. His cock fucked in and out, his balls so tight they couldn't bounce.

The wet heat of Cindy's cunt clutched at his cock, and the more he fucked her, the better it felt. Leaning forward, he gripped her tits with both hands, digging his fingers into them, squeezing hard, making Cindy cry out with pain when his fingers dug harshly. His cock swelled more, and with a grunt, Howie came.

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.