"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.