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.