"Ready?" he asked Joan. "Oh, am I ever!"
Howie gasped with surprise.
Jack was pissing on his mother!
He swung his cock back and forth, pissing on her tits, on her come-covered stomach, pissing into her cunt hair until it was matted, drenched in piss.
"Oooo, I'm coming now, darling!" Howie heard his mother wail, her hips thrashing wildly, her wrists and ankles fighting the strong cords holding her down. "Piss on me! Piss all over me! Piss on my tits, piss on my hot cunt!"
Howie's cock went off.
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.