Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  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.

  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.

  Cindy felt his cock fuck into her cunt, and still she felt nothing but that stretching, stuffy feeling. She wouldn’t mind it so much if he just fucked her and got it over with, if he would leave out the pain. She could endure his fucking.

  Howie rammed his cock deeply into Cindy’s cunt, holding her hips. He fucked his cock in and out a few times, his balls smacking the wetness. Then he yanked his prick out with such quickness, it surprised her. She hoped he wasn’t going to use the belt on her again. She tried to spit the gag out, wanting to talk to Howie. She wanted to tell him he could fuck her all he wanted, if only he didn’t hurt her anymore. Cindy was desperate, eager to cooperate with Howie, do anything to keep him from hurting her again.

  She felt him rubbing his wet cock into the crack of her ass again, and a pitiful moan came from her when she realized his intentions. She was sure of what be was intending to do when she felt the pressure of his swollen cock against the tightness of her asshole. She screamed into the gag as he exerted more pressure. She felt her asshole stretching, opening as he pressed harder. She closed her eyes again, as if this would blot it all from her mind.

  “Up your ass, cunt!” she heard him grunt, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass! I’m going to stick my cock up your pretty little asshole until you can taste it in your cocksucking mouth! I’m going to fuck your tight asshole and come in it… I’m going to fuck your hot little asshole until it stays stretched!”

  Cindy groaned as the pain in her ass increased. She could feel the head of his cock pressing harder, feel the ring of her asshole giving. She felt as if she were going to shit, making her humiliation burn deeply.

  The pain lashed through her as the head of Howie’s cock fucked in. Immediately her asshole clamped just past the cock head. Her scream came through the gag, but was muffled.

  “Oh, shit, you’re tight!” Howie grunted. “So fucking tight! I hope I can fuck you. Cindy!”

  Cindy felt grateful as he stopped, not shoving more of his cock into her asshole. The first sharp pain was going away, but still strong enough to make her cry. She was ashamed because her asshole seemed to be clenching and reining around the head of his cock. She was afraid Howie would think she did it deliberately, afraid he would think she liked assfucking. But she couldn’t make her asshole stop squeezing. The more she tried, the harder her ass ring squeezed his cock.

  Howie moaned with pleasure. “Keep squeezing my cock, cunt, and I’ll come off up your ass!”

  Digging his hands into her hips, Howie lunged forward. His cock fucked into her asshole so fast and deep, Cindy screamed again into the gag. The pain flared once more in her asshole.

  Again Howie rested, his cock buried deep into the fiery tightness. His balls rested on her hairy, wet cunt. She could hear him breathing with excitement, and her body shivered with pain, and to her horror, her asshole was squeezing the base of his cock. And again she couldn’t make it stop. Tears streamed from her eyes, her face burning hot with shame and pain.

  She grunted into the gag, trying to tell him of her pain, that she hurt terribly. It wouldn’t have done her any good, she knew, but she had to try. Being unable to talk to him, she decided that if she could help make him come quickly, it would be over faster. And the faster she made him come, the less pain she would feel and maybe he wouldn’t hurt her anymore. Maybe, just maybe, she thought, he would be satisfied enough to lose interest in her.

  With that thought in mind, Cindy wiggled her ass as much as the clothesline allowed. She could lift her ass perhaps an inch, and she tried it. Howie laughed wickedly.

  “Ahhh, you like it this way, do you?” he asked. “You go for it like this, huh, cunt? You love my cock up your fucking asshole, don’t you? Shove it up, cocksucker! Fuck your pretty ass up at my cock!”

  Desperately, ignoring the pain, Cindy lifted her ass and tried to wiggle. Howie laughed again and, clutching her hips hard, started fucking his cock in and out. The friction in her asshole helped soothe the pain, oddly. She felt his balls slapping against her cunt, and to her surprise, Cindy started to feel something.

  It started as a slight tingle, but grew into a perverse feeling of unwanted pleasure. It started feeling good to have her asshole stretched to have his cock throbbing in her ass guts. She felt as if her asshole would be forever stretched open, but the pleasure was increasing.

  Cindy didn’t understand what was happening to her body, but the pleasure was there now. As the pleasure grew, her asshole seemed to suck hotly at his cock, and even her cunt was swelling, the pussy lips puffy, getting wetter. Her cunt, for the first time, started tingling and growing hard, turning into a tight knot and throbbing.

  The deeper Howie drove his cock, the better it seemed to feel. Her asshole burned, but the burning felt good now, and she jutted her ass up as high as the clothesline allowed. There was the rumbling of ecstasy in her lower body, and Cindy’s tears turned into tears of delight. She was whimpering softly, surprised at the pleasurepain.

  Howie failed to recognize that he was giving Cindy pleasure now. He was concentrating on fucking her tightly squeezing asshole. He watched his cock fucking between her pretty ass cheeks. He could see the flesh of her asshole drawing on his cock and fell his balls slapping at her cunt.

  The burning, delicious sensation of Cindy’s cunt and asshole increased until she thought she would come. She tried to fight off the feeling, not wanting to come. She didn’t want to give Howie the pleasure of knowing he made her come.

  “Ahhh, you’re nice and hot, Cindy!” Howie growled, panting as he fucked his cock in and out of her tight asshole. “You’re a fine piece of hot ass, cunt! Maybe I should untie you and let you fuck my cock let you really wiggle your pretty ass!”

  If only he would, she thought. If only he would untie her and hurt her, she would wiggle her ass off for him.

  It felt to her as if his cock were getting harder and longer. His prick seemed to dig very deep into her asshole. And, the deeper it fucked, the better it felt to Cindy. It seemed impossible that she could feel pleasure by having a cock fucked up her ass, yet that was what she was feeling. The tingle of pleasure, became burning ecstasy now.

  Cindy arched her ass as high as she could, feeling the clothesline cut into her neck and ankles. She felt his cock throbbing aping the sucking, tight ring of her asshole, feeling that Howie was close to spurting his jism into her ass. She clamped her asshole astight as the could, trying to make him come, still not wanting the pleasure assfucking gave her.

  “I’m going to fill your fucking ass, Cindy!” Howie yelped, plunging his prick brutally into her asshole. “I’m about to come, right up your hot ass!”

  He fucked fast, his balls beating wetly at Cindy’s cunt. The throbs increased, and then his body went stiff, his cock as deep as he could shove it. It felt to Cindy as if his balls had actually been jammed into her cunt, too. When the thick come juice gushed up her ass, burning the tender walls, Cindy was afraid she would shit for sure. It felt almost like an enema, and she knew what an enema did. Believing she would shit and embarrass herself in front of Howie, her growing, bubbling orgasm faded away, and the pain returned.

  She relaxed her asshole around his cock when he finished coming. She felt weight on her back as he gasped heavily, his cock still inside her asshole, but no longer hard. It felt better, now.

  But when Howie pulled his cock out of her ass, her ass ring seemed to remain open and stretched, and the feeling of wanting to shit was powerful. She managed to control the urge, and started to relax just a little.

  And she began to piss.

  She gro
aned with embarrassment, trying to stop. But all she managed to do was spurt piss in quick gushes. Her whole body, turned red with shame, and her tears of humiliation flowed once more.

  Howie, standing on his knees behind her, began to laugh in a wicked way, adding to her shame.

  “Piss away, cunt!” he yelled. “Piss all you want! Dirty little bitch, pisses in her fucking panties! Rut you don’t, have panties on, do you, cunt? You should see yourself, Cindy… your cunt pissing!”

  The hot, golden stream of piss spewed from her cunt, splashing onto Howie’s thighs. He jerked out of the way, yelling at her: “Piss on me, will you, cunt! I’ll beat your fucking ass raw for that!”

  But Cindy didn’t hear him.

  Her cunt had erupted into orgasm.

  She groaned into the gag, surprised and ashamed that she was coming. It was impossible, but her cunt was clutched in a tight, hot, exquisite orgasma much more pleasurable orgasm than she had ever felt.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Joan came home about fivethirty that morning, and found Cindy, as usual, sleeping on the couch. Knowing that Cindy’s father was dead tired, she let Cindy keep sleeping.

  She checked on her son in his room, and found him sound asleep, too. Going through the house to make sure everything was locked up, she walked between the sleeping Cindy and the coffee table. She sniffed, understanding what the odor was immediately. She squatted down and ran her hand along the carpet, finding it wet. She smelled her hand.

  “Piss,” she whispered, turning to look at Cindy, a slight frown on her face. Joan began to wonder. Cindy was uncovered, having kicked a blanket to her feet. Her pleated skirt was above her knees, and Joan couldn’t resist taking a peek, needing to satisfy her curiosity.

  Lifting Cindy’s skirt, she saw the girl was naked underneath. Frowning again as she lowered her skirt, Joan stood. She had seen the come juice on Cindy’s thighs, and her blonde cunt hair was slightly matted. She wondered if Cindy was having boys in after Howie was in bed.