Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  She could not get enough of staring at his cock and balls now. She would even take his prick in her mouth willingly at this moment, but she said nothing to Howie not right then. The clotheslines on the lips of her tender cunt hurt, as did the vise grips smashing her nipples, but somehow it felt good to her.

  Cindy couldn’t wait much longer for Howie to do something to her. Her body felt hot, as if she were feverish, and her cunt kept throbbing despite the pain, or because of it, she didn’t know which.

  Howie didn’t seem interested in tormenting her right now, nor did he seem interested in fucking her, or even shoving his cock into her mouth. Howie loved to feel a wet mouth on his cock that she knew. She licked her lips, staring at his cock and balls. The taste of his come juice still seemed to linger on her tongue, and she found it wasn’t so bad after all. She would even like to have his cock back in her mouth.

  “You make a pretty picture like that, Cindy,” he said. “Maybe I should take a picture of you this way. Use color film, so everything shows.”

  Cindy gulped. “You wouldn’t do that, would you, Howie? I’m being nice to you.”

  “You don’t have any choice, cunt,” he said. “Besides, you might decide not to come here again, and I don’t want that to happen. We have too much fun together.”

  “But what would a picture help?” she asked.

  “To show your father,” he grinned at her.

  “Oh, God, you wouldn’t!” she gasped, shocked that he could even think of such a thing. “That would cause me trouble, Howie. You don’t know my father. If he saw me like this… oh, please, don’t even think about that!”

  “I know your father better than you think I do,” he laughed.

  “He’d kill me!” she said.

  “More likely jerk off,” Howie giggled. “He’d look at you all tied up, your cunt showing, your tits all stretched that way… yeah, he’d probably get so fucking hard, he’d jack off.”

  “He’d kill me, Howie!” she pleaded. “Please, no pictures of me not like this!”

  “Aw, shut your cocksucking mouth,” he said. “I’m getting tired of your complaining.”

  “Howie, I’ll always come here, let you tie me up,” she said. “You can beat me with the belt. I won’t even scream anymore, Howie. Please, you can do anything you want with me. Fuck me, even in my asshole. You love getting sucked off, Howie. I’ll suck your cock for you and you can come in my mouth, too. I like it when you come in my mouth, and I’ll swallow it all. Howie, piss on me… you like to piss in my face, Howie. Come on and piss in my face now, please!” Cindy was pleading with desperation, afraid he would take the picture and show it to her father.

  “You’ll do all that anyway, you hot bitch,” he said. “And even if you don’t, I can always make you do it.”

  “Yes, you’re right, Howie,” she replied. “Please, make me do all that now! I love it, love what you make me do, Howie! Want to watch me piss again? I’ll piss for you, Howie!”

  “Suck my asshole?” he asked, his cock starting to lift. “You’ll suck my asshole, too?”

  “Yes!” she yelped. “I’ll do anything if you don’t take any pictures of me!”

  “Maybe I’ll use your fucking mouth and tongue for toilet paper, Cindy. Maybe I’ll just take myself a nice shit and make you lick my ass clean.”

  Cindy’s stomach churned. She thought she was going to be sick, yet at the same time it seemed preferable to having her father see such a picture of her.

  She nodded her head, looking down shyly, her cheeks hot with such an admission of her total passivity to his whims. She saw him get to his feet. She stopped breathing, thinking he was going to do just as he said. But Howie came to her, wiggling his cock up and down.

  Looking up, she said desperately: “Put your cock in my mouth, Howie. Let me suck you off, make you come in my mouth.”

  But Howie turned, presenting his ass to her. He straddled her body, shoving his ass back into her face. Cindy gagged as he wiped the cheeks of his ass about her face.

  “Kiss my ass, you bitch,” he said. “Kiss my ass good.”

  Cindy, choking with shame, kissed the cheek of his ass. But Howie wasn’t satisfied.

  “Lick it with your fucking tongue!” Swallowing nervously, Cindy licked up and down the cheek of his ass. She closed her eyes as the shame of her humiliation burned through her naked body.

  He arched higher in her face, his balls brushing along her mouth.

  “Suck my balls,” he said. “Take them both in your mouth!”

  Cindy opened her mouth, trying to capture his balls, but he pulled them away, sliding his ass into her face instead.

  “Suck my asshole, cunt!” he demanded, pressing his ass into her face. “Suck my asshole with your mouth!”

  I had his asshole against her lips before she could close them. With distaste, she pressed her tongue at his tight asshole.

  “I said suck it, not lick it, you dumb shit!” Moaning with nausea, Cindy started to suck at his asshole. She pushed her open mouth tightly around his asshole, sucking hard.

  “I might shit, Cindy,” he said. “I just might let you have a few big turds in your mouth.”

  Cindy, horrified, tried to take her mouth away, but he pressed his ass into her face, the back of her head against the wall. She couldn’t move.

  “Now you can lick my asshole,” he said.

  Frantic, afraid he would shit in her face, Cindy ran her tongue in hot circles about his puckered asshole. With fear that he would shit, she tried hard to excite him enough to make him put his cock in her mouth. If she could make Howie come, excite him enough he would forget about shitting in her face.

  Howie began to laugh as her tongue licked in a frenzy at his asshole. Then he began to blow fans. Cindy’s breath caught in her throat, and her tongue was pressing at his asshole. She felt the heat of his farts scorching her tongue, and her stomach churned.

  “Fartface,” he said, laughing and pulling away from her face. He turned and looked down at her. “You like that, you dogshit?”

  Cindy was gagging. She shook her head violently, the blonde hair flying.

  “God, that’s horrible!” she said. “Don’t do that anymore, please. It’ll make me throw up.”

  “So what? Who’s gonna care if you throw up?” he snickered, twisting his ass toward her again, letting go with a loud fart.

  A small yelp came from her when her cunt exploded. She burned with it, her face blushing. She tried hard not to let Howie know she was coming, but her ass writhed anyway. Howie saw the quick flush, the grimace on her face, and squatted down, seeing the lips of her cunt convulse. With Howie knowing what was happening to her, Cindy felt miserable. It could only make him torment her more, in more wicked, painful, humiliating ways. This was his intention, she knew to make her love being abused.

  The clothespins attached to the lips of her cunt seemed to move with each pulsation of her orgasm. They weren’t as painful as those wicked vise grips, but painful enough to hurt badly. Her cunt throbbed in a sweet way, overcoming of the pain.

  Howie laughed in lewd amusement as Cindy came. He waggled his cock at her. “You don’t even need this to come, do you, cunt?”

  When she didn’t answer, Howie slapped her already pink face. Cindy howled, her head rocking… and the orgasm became stronger yet. She was horrified to find the pain created such intense passion within her young body. Cindy couldn’t understand how anyone could enjoy being abused, humiliated and degraded. Her head spun with confusion.

  “You better answer me, bitch!” he demanded, slapping the other side of her face.

  “Yes!” Cindy yelled in pain. “Yes, I do! Ohhh, damn you, Howie, I like it!”

  “That’s better, fuckface,” he said. “If you always answer me right away. I might let you suck my cock off. I might even fuck you once in a while.”

  “I’ll answer,” Cindy said softly, her head hanging now, sobbing softly. To tell him she liked this was shameful, very humiliating. It c
ould only lead to more, she knew.

  “You like to get fucked, don’t you, Cindy?”

  “Yes. I do,” she whispered, gulping between sobs. “I love to get fucked.” Cindy was answering him out of desperation, but she also knew it was true now. She didn’t know if she would enjoy being fucked by other boys, but she loved Howie’s young cock in her body. She wondered if the only way she could enjoy fucking was to be tied up and degraded this way, and she wanted to try fucking without it. She had to know, had to know if she was warped in some manner. However, she didn’t want Howie to know. If he found out she fucked someone else, there was not much telling what he would do to her. She was becoming a slave to him, she felt, a slave who would perform any vile act at his command.

  “I love your cock, Howie,” she went on. “I love your cock when it’s so hard. I love your cock in my mouth, or my cunt, or up my asshole.”

  It was what Howie wanted to hear. He released the clothespins on the lips of her cunt, tossing them to one side. Cindy’s eyes brightened. But Howie didn’t untie her, nor did he take the vise grips off her nipples. What he did instead was pick up the leather belt again, swishing it through the air dangerously, his eyes burning on her cunt.

  He suddenly lashed the belt down between her widely spread legs. The belt struck her clit and the pain that shot through Cindy almost cased her to pass out. She screamed in a horrible sound of torment, throwing her head back hard against the wall. Howie looked at her cunt, seeing those pink, blondehaired pussy lips turn red. He watched her cunt pucker inward. Howie lashed at her cunt again, bringing more screams from Cindy. The pain shot through her highly sensitive cunt, burning to the top of her head. Piss dripped from her pussy, the pain so bad she was unaware of it. Howie, however, saw it and laughed.

  “Pissing yourself,” he laughed. “Shame on you, you cunt. Can’t hold it in, huh? Just gotta piss all over yourself like a baby, don’t you?”

  He lashed her cunt again.

  Cindy howled, but her cunt was convulsing again. It was crazy, but she was pissing and coming, and her cunt felt on fire from the pain. Her ass twisted on the floor, her shoulder and arms trying to flail about. The ropes better tightly, and the more she struggled against them, the more intense the orgasm was. When the orgasm finished, the boiling, golden piss spurted in a strong stream for a moment. Her naked body rippled and shivered, the pain in her cunt fading the rippling of her creamy-smooth flesh was from pleasure now. The heat of her cunt felt good.

  Cindy looked up at Howie, her eyes shining in a mixture of pain and desire.

  “Piss on me,” she whispered, her voice very low and filled with embarrassment. Yet she wanted to feel him pissing all over her flesh.

  “Talk louder, cunt,” he said. “I didn’t hear you.”

  “Piss on me!” Cindy yelled, her eyes rolling with a dreamy, erotic expression. “Piss on me! Piss all over me!”

  “That’s better,” Howie replied, taking hold of his cock and letting go. He pissed first on her wits, then aimed at her cunt. Cindy writhed with pleasure against the ropes, mewling in perverse passion. Lifting his cock, he pissed into Cindy’s lovely face. Again she closed her lips and eyes frantically.

  “Open your fucking toilet-mouth, cunt!”

  “Oh, not in my mouth!”

  “Open your cocksucking mouth now.”

  Cindy parted her lips. His piss went past her teeth, over her tongue. She tried, not to swallow.

  “Wider damn it!”

  Howie pressed on the clothesline holding the grips on her stretched tits. Cindy howled and opened her mouth has wide as she could. Howie pissed into Cindy’s mouth, watching, laughing with lewd delight.

  “Fucking cunt,” he said. “You’re gonna be my toiletface from now on. You hear me, asshole?”

  Cindy tried to reply, but piss ran down her throat.

  “Drink it, cocksucker!” he laughed. “Drink that piss down, you fucking shithead!”

  Cindy swallowed because she had no choice. And to her horror, she began to come again.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The front door opened.

  Cindy was still tied in her lewd position, as if she were offering her cunt to whoever came in. Howie was sitting on the floor close to her, stroking one of her long thighs almost tenderly, a grin on his young face.

  Joan gasped, stopping short. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Cindy, then her son.

  Cindy cried out with shock, trying to bury her face into one shoulder. She would not conceal her naked, tied-up body, but she didn’t want to look at Howie’s mother. She blushed from the top of her head to her feet.

  “Is it that late already?” Howie asked no one in particular. “I didn’t expect you home until later, Mother.”

  He said it so easily, so unashamedly, Cindy peeked at him. Howie looked as if he were pleased his mother had caught them. Peeking at Joan, Cindy was startled to see fire in her eyes, the fire of passion. Joan’s eyes smoldered as she shifted her gaze from Cindy to her son. Her eyes, Cindy noticed, looked only at her son’s cock and balls, then at Cindy’s exposed cunt.

  Understanding came to Cindy: it was in Joan’s eyes, in the way she stood, shivering slightly, one hand clutching her tit.

  “No, please,” Cindy whimpered. “Joan, don’t look at me, please. Make Howie untie me!”

  Joan slowly closed the door, leaning against it, not saying anything, just looking with wild, hot eyes at them.

  “My mother wouldn’t do that, Cindy,” Howie said, giggling lewdly. “She does what I say, not the other way around.”

  “Oh, God!” Cindy whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

  Howie shoved a hand to Cindy’s cunt, rubbing it, pulling the sweet pussy lips farther apart. Moving his other hand to her pussy, he began to fingerfuck her. Cindy cried in humiliation, her ass twisting as if trying to dislodge his finger.

  “Not with your mother watching, Howie,” Cindy sobbed. “Please, not, with Joan here.”

  “Why not?” Howie said. “I told you, you’re just another cunt didn’t I?”

  Joan still leaned against the door, watching Cindy’s tied body, her eyes gleaming as her son’s finger dipped and pulled. She saw Cindy’s lovely cunt becoming wet, glistening, and realized the girl enjoyed her embarrassment.

  Fingerfucking Cindy, Howie looked at his mother. “Take your tits out, Mother,” he said. “Show Cindy what pretty tits you have.”

  Joan, her eyes glazed in passion, lifted her sweater to her neck. She was naked under it, and her big tits strained put, her long nipples swollen.

  “How would you like to suck those big tits, Cindy?”

  “No,” Cindy moaned. “Howie, please I’m not that way.”

  “What way, cunt?”

  “You know.”

  Howie pulled his finger from Cindy’s cunt and began to pinch the tender, soft flesh of her inner thigh, pinching hard to make her cry out.

  “I don’t like girls, Howie!” Cindy screamed.

  “Maybe you don’t now, but you will,” he giggled.

  “No, please,” she sobbed.

  Howie stood up, his cock rigid again. He looked at his mother, wrapping a hand about his cock and stroking it slowly.

  “Get out of your fucking clothes, Mother,” he said. “Take everything off but your nylons and shoes.”

  Cindy felt only slight surprise at the way Joan obeyed her son without question. She watched Joan undress, finding herself becoming excited, despite her other feelings.

  Joan had very big tits, with long nipples, and they were firm and lovely. When Joan slipped out of her skirt, she was naked under it, too. The dark bush of her cunt hair held Cindy’s eyes. Her own cunt was starting to pulsate again. Howie, still standing and moving his fist back and forth on his cock, watched his mother, eyes gleaming in a cruel way.

  Joan stood, naked except for her nylons, garter belt and high heels. Her hands hung at her hips, head and shoulders back. She was waiting for her son to tell her what to do next. Ci
ndy knew Joan would not refuse, no matter what Howie told her to do.

  “Open your fucking legs and show Cindy your hot cunt, Mother.”

  Joan complied, spreading her knees and going into a half squat. Cindy stared, seeing the pink lips of Joan’s cunt, already wet.

  Howie went to his mother, turning her around. Cindy watched him snap leather cuffs on her wrists, then wrap a cord about his mother’s neck, fastening it to her hands. He pulled the cord until his mother’s hands were lifted painfully toward her shoulders. If she tried to struggle, the cord would choke her. Leaving his mother standing there, Howie began to pull at the ropes holding Cindy’s legs apart and high. He lifted her crotch up, then her head until she was hanging there, legs pulled very wide, her blondehaired cunt vulnerable.

  “See that cunt, Mother?” Howie said, rubbing Cindy’s pussy with his palm. “Don’t you think it’s a real pretty cunt, Mother? It tastes like candy; I know, I’ve sucked on it. Cindy’s cunt gets so hot and juicy. I bet you’d love to eat her pussy, wouldn’t you, Mother?”

  “Yes, baby,” Joan whispered.

  Cindy moaned with shame. Not just because of her helpless position, but because of what Howie was going to make them do.

  His palm was smeared with the juices of Cindy’s cunt, and he walked to his mother. Cindy couldn’t believe it when Howie wiped his palm across his mother’s lips. He drew back his other hand and slapped his mother’s tits with a sharp blow.

  “Lick it, Goddamn you, fartface!” he demanded. “Lick the juice off my fucking hand, Mother!”

  Joan cried out in pain, but thrust her tongue into the palm of Howie’s wet hand, licking hungrily.

  “Now, wouldn’t you say her cunt tastes like candy, Mother?”

  “Yes, baby,” Joan answered, her lips glistening with slippery pussy juices. “Just like sugar.”

  “And you want to suck her cunt, don’t you?”

  “Yes, baby.”