"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.

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.