The two young girls were startled by the sudden intrusion of the man.
"What the hell are-you doing here?" the slender blonde girl asked.
Instead of answering the question, he snarled, "I saw what the two of you were doing in here!"-Then he locked the door.
The blonde girl turned to her friend. They were shut into the playground girl's room with the powerfully built man. Both of them remained frozen where they were. There was no where to run to!
"And now," the black-haired man said slowly, "you will do everything I tell you to do!"
He rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants and the two beautiful girls stepped away from him.
And yet, as he was unzipping his pants, the girls felt a strange thrill and excitement over what was to come!
CHAPTER ONE
Donald should have been the happiest boy in town.
He had been so thrilled when he had been chosen to be the town's playground attendant for the summer. Up till then he had been worried about finding-a summer job, but he knew that this would be wonderful.
Not only would it keep him outside where his ruddy complexion could get even deeper, but it would allow him to be around all of the young girls who came to the playground.
Donald was nineteen and in college, but his fantasies were always about little girls who were thirteen or fourteen. The playground was abounding in these luscious little morsels.
When Donald had first started beating off at the age of eleven, it was easy for him to fantasize about the girls in school.
Each day when he went to school he would stare at the prettiest girl in the class, (whichever one he had picked out that particular day), and he would memorize her features.
He would memorize everything that the girl was wearing and he would even try to catch glimpses of what color her panties were, or what the cut of the bra was that showed slightly through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Often he would have to walk down the halls . of school with his books in front of him so that none of the other kids would make fun of the enormously bulging hard-on that was in his pants.
After school Donald would rush home and run up to his bedroom. Closing his bedroom door carefully, so as not to attract his mother, he would take a wire hanger and place it on the doorknob.
Since there was a chest of drawers next to the door, it was a simple matter for the boy to slip part of the hanger behind the chest. If his mother had tried to come into the room, the door would have caught on the hanger and yet it would not have been obvious that the boy had tried to lock his door against intrusion.
Then, he would quickly unzip his pants and pull them to his knees. His hard-on would be throbbing in his jockey shorts and his mind would be full of the image of the girl of his choice.
Lying on his bed, Donald would jerk off quickly. In those early days when his orgasms were still dry he would be able to finish cumming in less than two minutes.
In those simple and youthful days, the most that he could imagine was to watch a girl taking her clothes off.
Donald would stroke his hard meat and would think about little Minnie, the slender Puerto Rican gin in his class. Minnie's ass was a bit large, but Donald liked that idea. He imagined what it would feel like to dig his fingers into the firm flesh of her bottom.
She had a very narrow waist and nicely developed breasts for a girl so young, but her ass seemed just a bit outsized. Perhaps it was just that the clothes she wore made her seem that way. Her skirts in school always were clinging to her rounded and fleshy behind.
The boy would imagine what it would be like if he had a peep-hole into the girl's dressing room at the school gym. He saw Minnie there as she unbuttoned her white blouse. She always wore a cleanly starched white blouse.
But no matter how white the fabric of her blouse, Donald knew that the white of her bra would be even more glistening. He noticed the way that her bra straps stood out starkly against her tanned skin.
So as the boy whacked on his wang he saw that image of the young and beautiful girl with the white lace bra cupping her supple breasts.
Then as he continued to gaze through his imaginary peep-hole, he watched the girl unzip her skirt and peel it off of her legs. She was literally peeling the clinging and shiny fabric, (her skirts always seemed to be of a shiny fabric).
One day when Minnie had worn a pull-over blouse, Donald had been sitting directly behind her in his history class.
When the teacher had asked the class what had caused the battle in New Orleans during the War of 1812, Donald had looked on with a bored expression on his face. But Minnie, with a fervor unusual in her, raised her hand very high in the air and began to wave it around.
As she was bouncing excitedly in her seat and as her hand waved and she moaned to the teacher that she had the correct answer, her pull-over blouse pulled out of her clinging green skirt and began to ride up her slender coffee-colored torso.
That two inch patch of skin was all that Donald needed for him to get a raging hard-on that pressed against the rough corduroy of his pants.
Then, as Minnie stretched even harder in an effort to convince the teacher that she had the correct answer, the elastic waistband of her pink faded panties appeared above the top of her skirt.
Donald almost had an orgasm on the spot.
For the remainder of the day he had to walk around the school with his books held directly in front of his fly so that no one would notice the bulge in his pants.
That afternoon when he rushed up to his room, he was so anxious to begin his masturbation that he had unzipped his corduroy pants before he even remembered to put his protective hanger in place on the doorknob.
As he closed his eyes and imagined that his eyes were opened and staring into the girl's locker room, he saw Minnie wriggling her legs to take off her shiny green skirt. Her pink panties were there in full color!
Just knowing the color of the girl's panties was enough to make Donald cum.
So as you can see he was always a very highly sexed boy. As time progressed Minnie was replaced by a multitude of other girls. Some were Puerto Rican and some were blondes. Some were black girls and some were freckled redheads.
Donald often wondered which type was his. As he grew older he found out what his type was.
He liked the young ones! Whenever he thought about their slender legs and their youthful, blossoming breasts, as he-thought about the bits of baby fat around their waists and the softness of their pink or tan or black skin, he would have to run up to his bedroom and latch the door with his . hanger-a trick he continued to use over the years!
Everything seemed fine to Donald when he was twelve and thirteen and fourteen. But when he turned fifteen and began to pay more attention to the younger girls he thought that that might have been strange. And yet a lot of sixteen-year-old boys thought nothing of dating fourteen-year-old girls.
It was when Donald was seventeen and eighteen that he realized that he had a real problem. Minnie was still in his graduating class in high school. The rest of her body had caught up with her ass and she was now a well-rounded, well-developed beauty.
But her matured beauty could not interest Donald. He liked the young ones and once he was eighteen he knew that girls of his own age would not satisfy him.
Over the years as he had continued jerking off and his fantasies had grown and developed.
He no longer rushed to completion. He learned the joys of autoeroticism and he tried to prolong his beating off sessions as he imagined a greater variety of activities with the girls of his dreams.
Donald soon realized that there was more to an admiration of the opposite sex than merely thinking about them taking their clothes off.
It took the boy a while before he even took his fantasies as far as having the girl in question peel her panties off so that he could see her girlish, hairless pussy lips.
And it was a step after that before his masturbatory imagination allowed him to embrace the naked girl and to feel his own youthful hard cock pressing against the supple flesh of her twat.
Like most middle class suburban youngsters he learned the details of fucking a little at a time.
So his fantasies were permitted to progress to the point where he would slide his hard meat inside the pussy of a beautiful girl.
But although his fantasies developed and the girls changed, the age of the girls did not change at all.
Rather than trying to begin a meaningful relationship with an intelligent girl of his own age, Donald would spend all of his time mooning and dreaming about some childish girl that he would see through his window.
And it was because of his passion that he was particularly happy to get the job as the summer playground attendant for the Bayside Park.
It was hardly a park since it was not even a grassy area with trees and plants, and yet it was the only playing area that the children on the west side of Bayside had.
There were a couple of handball courts, but these were usually taken by the older children. Then there were monkey bars and swings that were occupied by the younger children at the far end of the park.
The little children did not need too much supervision because they usually had their mothers around them. The bigger children knew how to take care of themselves and many of them were very close to Donald's age.
It was the ones in the middle that Donald was most concerned about. And it was the girls of thirteen, fourteen and fifteen that most attracted Donald's attention.
He did not have too many duties. He was in charge of the supplies and he had the key to the supply room. This, along with the boy's and girl's bathrooms which were attached as part of the same red brick building, was the only indoor structure in the playground.
Donald was also supposed to see that things stayed peaceful in the playground. This was not a difficult task since the racially mixed neighborhood was a very friendly and quiet one.
In theory he was also supposed to assist the youngsters in organizing their games, but the youths who came to the playground either arrived with their games already prepared or else they arrived particularly to hang out and not do anything at all.
There was a large group of young girls who tried very hard to act tough. They were mostly thirteen and fourteen and they were always trying to attract the older boys of seventeen and eighteen who were playing handball.
All of the older boys ignored these girls.
But Donald was the playground attendant, so it was perfectly alright for him to befriend the young girls. They often gathered around the door of the supply room and talked all afternoon with Donald.
Even though it appeared that Donald was talking with them, he was really memorizing.
This was the first time in years that he had had a good legitimate excuse to be in the company of pretty young girls, and he was taking the best advantage of it.
He would sit and lean over or stand with one leg up so that he would hide the hard-on that was in his pants and he would continue to talk to the young girls and make pleasant conversation with them.
Then he would rush home after work. Even though he was already nineteen and knew that there were plenty of girls who would have happily fucked him, he preferred to beat off imagining that he was screwing with the young girls in the park.
So Donald was happy being in this situation. But at the same time he was also unhappy.
He was becoming horny and that unsatisfied sexual craving was making him tense and irritable. He did not want to be unpleasant around the little girls because he did not want to jeopardize their presence. This was putting an even greater strain on the handsome young man.
He knew that if the strain continued too much longer he would eventually crack.
But none of the little girls suspected this. They were all delighted with their wonderful friend who was so attentive to them.
Donald had made a real impression on fourteen year old Cassie Caswell.
Cassie, whose real name was Norma but she called herself by the nickname because she hated her given name, had been expecting a dull and drab summer when she finished with school.
But her summer would turn out to be more exciting than she could have guessed!
Cassie was a beautiful blonde girl, with a great surprised look perpetually on her face. Her lips were small and seemed to be permanently pursed. Her eyes were wide open and a pale blue that seemed to suggest a distant and cloudy sky.
She had undergone a great many changes in the previous year. Suddenly her young and blossoming breasts blossomed out in the full glory of a beautiful teenaged girl.
Her hips had gotten rounded and she found that a lot of her skirts were tight despite the fact that she had just lost some of the baby fat that had made her waist an inch thicker the previous year.
For a girl of her age she had the shapeliest legs you could have ever found. And since she was still only fourteen, no one doubted that she still had her natural hair color, a delicate blonde.
It was not the yellowed blonde color of a tarnished metal, nor the color of mustard. It was a delicate canary yellow, and her hair was as silky and downy as could be.
Cassie was also getting some evidence of her natural hair color. During the previous year she had just gotten some wisps of pubic hair on her cunt. She was thrilled over the fact that her delicate cunt hairs seemed so light in color that they were almost platinum blonde.
The girl would stand naked in front of her mirror and stroke her few pussy hairs. She would run her hand over her growing, pink nippled breasts and she would say, "Norma J. Caswell! When you are a great beauty queen everyone will call you Miss Caswell!"
That seemed to be the only name that would please Cassie. She wanted to grow up to be Miss Caswell. The stunning Miss Caswell. The sensuous Miss Caswell. The beautiful Miss Caswell.
It was funny that what was developing in the park between the fourteen-year-old blonde girl and the nineteen-year-old playground attendant was really a relationship between a girl who wanted to be older and a man who liked her youth.
For Cassie was certain that she would never be happy until she was fully grown and matured.
That's why she was so happy when Donald began to pay so much attention to her in the park. She would hang around him all day long, and since she was an especially precocious little girl she was well aware of what the lump in the front of his pants meant.
She would rush to her home in the middle of the day and she would lock herself in the bathroom. There she would frig herself and imagine every bit of Donald's body.
For this girl was going through the same tortures of masturbatory fantasies that Donald had gone through when he was close to her age.
Once she had the bathroom door locked, she would peel off her tee shirt and reveal her pink bra against her pink flesh. She knew that she did not have to take off her top in order to frig herself, but she enjoyed doing it naked. It just made the whole thing that much more exciting.
Then Cassie would unzip her cut-off shorts and peel them down her legs. Although she was becoming a slender beauty, her legs were fully fleshed and sensuously meaty, so that she would have to wiggle them back and forth in order to get her shorts down her legs.
Quickly the girl would unsnap her pink bra and let her breasts burst free from their bonds. With a bit of reverence she would slide down the stretchy fabric of her pink panties.
Allowing her fingers to play in the sparse bit of pussy hairs that fringed her cunt lips.
Then she would be naked to the ankles, for her panties and shorts would be down around her ankles and often she would also have her white socks and sneakers still on her feet.
Her elegantly slender fingers would stroke the lips of her pussy and she would spread the cunt lips apart so that her finger could enter.
As soon as her index finger had jabbed into her twat she felt the supple flesh of the lips snap back around her fingers.
Her index finger would be a prisoner inside of her twat, with the lips pressing down against it. Then she would wriggle and squirm her finger around in her cunt so that her pussy lips would loosen.
As she would be doing this she would feel her cunt flesh juicing up and oozing with cunt cream. Cassie would begin to make little circles inside her pussy. She would press her finger all around the rim of her cunt flesh so that she was pushing it back in all directions.
She had learned about this amazing ability that her young cunt had. She knew that each time that she pressed her finger against a bit of the soft and cushiony flesh, the flesh would push back against her finger.
The walls of Cassie's young twat would expand and tighten down around her finger.
Then she would begin to frig up and down into her pussy. Her index finger would be doing the fucking.
At times like that she often wondered how she would ever be able to fit a cock up her cunt. The intrusion of her index finger hurt her so much!
As Cassie would be fingerfucking herself, she would close her eyes and imagine Donald, the handsome nineteen-year-old playground attendant.
The boy's olive skin and black eyes were framed by a great bush of thick black hair. She knew that Donald would certainly never have to worry about losing his hair!
Even when he wore a tee shirt with a round neck that was clinging to his broad chest, she could still see some of the thickly curled black chest hairs sticking out from the top of it.
She could almost feel them against her cheek.
And his chest was very wide, but it tapered down to his healthy and slim waist. Much like the female torsos that he admired best, Donald did have a rather large behind, considering his otherwise perfect physique. No matter how he exercised and tried to slim down his bottom, his build remained the same.
He finally had to give up and determined that the shape of his body was something that was in his genes.
Cassie had noticed every bit of the boy's body and she had decided that his thick ass and thighs were an indication that he would be a good fucker.
Even though she was innocent and she was still a virgin, she had figured out that a man should be strong in his legs and ass if he is to really ram his cock into a woman's vagina.
So, when the girl was naked to her ankles and lying on the bathroom carpet, an acrylic blue water-resistant fake shag rug, she would think of Donald as she frigged her cunt lips.
She imagined that he was undressing in front of her, and when he was down to his underpants she would imagine that he would let her take down his shorts and touch his cock.
Cassie had a good idea of what a cock looked like because she had caught glimpses of all of the women's magazines that had centerfolds of naked men in them. But she had still never seen a real live cock.
Since she was so young and since her cunt was so hot at times like this, she would cum by the time she had imagined just touching Donald's cock. The cock she had seen outlined in the rough denim pants that the boy wore.
When she had finished giving her pussy what little satisfaction she could with her index finger, she would quickly tug up her panties and her shorts and zip them closed.
Cassie would struggle to snap on her bra. Although she got pleasure by rubbing the soft pink flesh of her breasts and by having her fingers play with the pointed pink nipples, she knew that it was merely an indulgence. She knew that she really should not bother to take off her bra.
She was always worried that her mother might notice that she had been in the bathroom for an inordinate amount of time and taking off her bra and tee shirt only added to the time that it took her to get dressed again.
And then she would rush back to the playground for the rest of the afternoon. None of her little friends could guess that she had been home frigging herself. And the playground attendant who was so passionately hot for the little girl never dreamed that she was masturbating and thinking of him.
By the time that Cassie would return to the playground in the middle of the afternoon, Donald would have to excuse himself and duck into the boy's room when he saw that it was unoccupied. He did not want to attract attention to himself.
He would rush off to the final stall in the men's room and he would close himself in there as he would begin to jerk off and dream about Cassie.
What a sad situation it was that they were both playing with themselves and thinking of the same thing. They each wanted to screw together, and they both knew that their ages kept them apart.
They both felt the rising passion that would soon burst in a flame and become a consuming and horrendous thing. Both of their lives would be shattered by the force with which the passion would soon erupt!
But for the time being they just gabbed around the supply room of the playground.
Then something else entered the scene that was to make this a memorable summer for pretty little Cassie Caswell.
The house next door to the Caswell house had been on sale ever since the Riley's had moved to Connecticut. When Mr. Caswell had heard that a Puerto Rican family was going to move into that house, he suppressed his tendency toward bigotry. He knew that that was an unattractive thing that could have an adverse affect on little Cassie, his precious daughter.
When Cassie discovered that the Puerto Rican family, the Moline's, had a daughter, Rosa, who was just her age, she became very excited. Somehow she knew that she and Rosa Moline would become great friends.
Rosa turned' out to be a beautiful girl, with rich deep coffee-colored skin.
The massive and thick black hair that hung so luxuriantly from Rosa's head hid the tiny gold earrings that she always wore. Her very rounded breasts were nearly exposed in the thin fabric of the pull-over peasant blouses that she always wore.
But in point of fact, Rosa was a very strictly brought up girl. She knew nothing of sex and she was frightened of what she might learn.
When Cassie saw the voluptuous Puerto Rican girl she decided to teach her a few things. As it turned out, the results of Rosa's contact with both Cassie and with Donald would have an important effect on her life.
And so all of these elements were on the verge of coming together.
Life is a little bit like a stew! You mix a bit of meat and a bit of fluff and you spice it up with some hot and flaming ingredients. The prime ribs and the raggedly stale scraps of fat can all go in the same pot. Who knows what will come out of it?
The results could be a scrumptuous feast or something fit for-the garbage pail.
That morning when the girls arrived at the park, Donald smiled warmly at Cassie. Things would soon progress from there.
As it happened, it was about one in the afternoon when something special did occur., Donald was just returning to the supply building from having reprimanded some older teens for misusing a volleyball. He heard the girls around the supply building begin to scream.
The boy broke into a run as he heard the loudest scream come from Cassie, the girl that he was so hot for. Even when he was just two yards away he could not figure out what had caused the wild hysteria.
And then the other girls all moved away from Cassie. A bee had landed on Cassie's skirt and she had been trying to brush it away from her. But now the bee had gone up her skirt.
The girl had become completely irrational. She was lifting her skirt and stamping her legs. The poor confused bee was probably just trying to get away from the wild female.
Actually she probably rammed the bee right into her flesh. She felt the bee's stinger jab into the tender pink flesh of her inner thigh. Cassie screamed out and fell to the ground. She was sure that the bee was going to pierce into her forever.
Donald lifted the girl up. He felt her young breasts brush against his arms as he did so and she also felt the contact and sighed softly.
Then he looked to the ground. Indeed, there was a dead bee!
He helped the beautiful blonde girl into the supply building and he closed the door behind them.
None of the youngsters were ever supposed to be inside the supply building because Donald alone was responsible for the materials in there. But the girl was shaking and flushed and she was perspiring so much that her downy blonde hairs were sticking to her forehead.
The exterior walls of the supply room were just plastered over brick with one window too high up for anyone to use. The one other wall divided the supply room from the bathrooms. The whole room was in disrepair with the walls cracking and the paint peeling. But apparently the people of the town figured that if only one person, the playground attendant, was ever supposed to see this room, they didn't have to worry too much about painting it.
Cassie sat down on a wooden bench and felt her heart beating at double time. Donald reached into a first aid kit.
"You'd better raise your skirt," Donald said in a very business-like fashion. And yet, the mere sound of those words was enough to get him all turned on.
Cassie hesitated. Usually she did not wear a skirt to go to the playground, but she had wanted to work especially hard to impress Donald on this particular day. She had wanted to seem older. She was upset about this silly incident with the bee sting.
It was more than the fact that the bee sting hurt her intensely. She had screamed and fallen on the ground when the bee had attacked her, and she was embarrassed that she had seemed like such a child in the presence of the man she was so hot for.
He saw that she had not yet pulled up her skirt and he said, "It's okay. I have some first aid training."
She lifted her skirt up and she had to spread her legs so that he could get to the spot on the inside of her thigh where the bee had stung her.
He got to his knees. He wanted to bow before the shrine of the fourteen-year-old luscious twat that was being presented to him, but at the same time he also wanted to get to his knees so that he could hide his bulging hard-on from the beautiful young girl.
Meanwhile Cassie was steaming up and she could feel the cunt juice oozing out of her tender pussy slit. She knew that the man could see some of her pink panties and she almost wished that she had had no panties at all so that he could look directly at her cunt flesh.
Donald took a little iodine and cleaned the area where the bee had stung her. It was all red and a lump was beginning to form, but it was obvious to Donald that the stinger had not gotten lodged in the flesh.
The girl pulled her leg back suddenly as she felt the harsh sting of the iodine.
"Take it easy!" Donald whispered hoarsely.
When she relaxed her leg he felt her white sneakers brush accidentally against the front of his jeans. His hard-on throbbed. Perhaps it was no accident after all!
The man shuddered as he felt the soft and subtle contact of her foot against his crotch.
Cassie's main concern was that Donald could see the moisture that was oozing into her panties. She was sure that there was a big wet spot in the middle of her panties because she was so hot and bothered by the man's hand that was touching the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
Then Donald, who really was well-read in these matters, took a vitamin E capsule from the medical kit. He pricked it with a pin and let the jelly ooze out of the capsule and onto the girl's afflicted skin.
He knew that this particular vitamin could also serve as an ointment and give some fast relief to the stinging sensation that the girl was experiencing.
The feel of the man's fingers rubbing against the tender and supple flesh of her leg, rubbing just four inches away from her lightly haired cunt lips, was more than the girl could bear.
She bit her lip to stifle the moan that she felt was welling up inside of her.
Cassie was having an orgasm!
Her pussy lips were throbbing in and out. The walls of her vagina pulsated and quivered in and out. The cunt cream was oozing out of her pussy and dripping all over her panties.
Donald was able to see the spreading moisture on the panties and he understood what was happening to the girl.
He pulled away suddenly and he stood up. He realized that she was looking directly at his hard-on and he turned away from her.
"Okay, Cassie, I think you can go now!" he said as he began to perspire.
"But ... But Donald, my leg hurts so much from the sting. Are you sure it's okay?" she asked coyly, hotly.
"You don't have the stinger in your flesh. You'll be okay." he said as he moved over to the corner of the supply room and pretended to be interested in counting the basketballs.
Reluctantly, Cassie left the room.
As soon as she had closed the door behind her, Donald rushed to the door and locked it. His face was flushed. His breathing was irregular. His cock was hard.
The beautiful little fourteen-year-old had been in this room with him. He had seen her moistening panties and he had touched the flesh of her supple pink thighs.
The moments of ecstasy that he experienced were such agony for him!
He couldn't stop the shaking in his legs or the throbbing of his needy, hardened cock.
CHAPTER TWO
That night at six o'clock Donald locked up the playground. He had the key to the heavy chain that latched with a big and heavy lock and kept the gates to the playground closed.
He went home and the first thing he did was to run up to his bedroom so that he could beat off. He thought about the tender feel of Cassie's youthful flesh and he came almost immediately.
That young girl had quite an effect on him!
After dinner his mind was still filled with thoughts of the pretty young girl that he so craved. He took a walk.
Like most of the times that he took a walk, his feet took him in the direction of the playground. Even when the playground was deserted as it was at this time of night, he felt that it was a place where he belonged. He was in charge of the playground and he felt that that meant something.
But as he was down the block from the playground he saw two figures running toward the playground. Even with the one block's distance separating him from the playground, he could hear the clatter and rattle of two young people climbing up the metal fence and climbing down the other side.
He ran down the block to get to the playground and he looked around. There was no sign of life and yet he knew that there were two people inside the playground.
Using his key, he unlocked the large lock that held the metal chain together. He did this silently because something inside him told him to sneak up on the intruding youths.
When he had gotten inside the playground he closed the lock once more. He did not want whoever was inside the playground to be tipped off as to his presence.
Silently he began to explore the grounds. There were plenty of long shadows on this hot summer night and he moved in the shadows figuring that that would be where the two young people would be.
Then he heard a sound from the direction of the little brick building that housed the rest rooms and the supply room. Donald's mind flashed immediately on the supply room. He determined that whoever had intruded on the playground had intended to steal from the supply room.
He remained silent and cautious as he moved to the supply room. He saw that the door was still locked and that there was no one around.
Then he heard some more sounds and he knew that they were coming from .the other side of the building. The entranceways to the girl's and the boy's rooms!
Staying close to the building, he went around to the other side.
There was a little brick wall that surrounded the doorway to the boy's room and another that surrounded the doorway to the girl's room.
First he peeked around to the little enclosure in front of the boy's room and saw that it was empty. Then he peeked around to the little enclosure that was in front of the girl's room.
Despite the fact that he had heard the sounds that the couple had been making he was surprised to find two people huddled in an embrace near the door of the girl's room.
The boy and girl were too busy with each other to bother with Donald's presence.
From his hiding place in the shadows of the building, Donald could clearly see the attractive young couple squirming together on the ground. He recognized them as Bill and Joan.
Bill was a good-looking, husky blond boy with short cropped hair and a rounded, jolly face. His stocky body rippled with health and sensuality.
Joan was the sexiest black girl in the high school. She had a trim body with slender and sensual limbs and a very rounded ass.
As the two writhing youths on the ground tossed about so that Joan was on the top of the pile, Donald could see that Joan's pants were already pulled down around her firm and supple thighs. Her fleshy globed ass cheeks were accented by the startling contrast of the white panties that she was wearing.
Donald watched as Bill's pale hand grasped at the back of Joan's panties and tugged them down. The beautiful ass was exposed.
The black-haired boy who was watching from the shadows gasped at the exquisite sight before him. Joan was still only fifteen and her body had the graceful curves that one would expect from a hot black high school cheerleader.
Joan could feel the hard flesh in the front of Bill's jeans. His lump of male meat was jabbing into her guts and she loved the feeling of it. She lightly ran her hand over the front of the boy's pants and then she was fighting with his fly and with his belt buckle to try to strip him down.
Bill, meanwhile, was sliding Joan's pants the rest of the way off of her legs as she slipped off her sandals and tossed her feet about in the air so that her pants would slip free.
Then, his fingers toying with the elastic waistband of her panties, he slid the delicate piece of white cloth down far enough so that his knuckles were rubbing lightly against the kinky but soft black pubic hair that was guarding her tender cunt lips.
Bill left her panties tangled around her firmly fleshed black thighs as he slid down her body and began to explore her beauties.
He pulled up Joan's tee shirt so that he could see the large and pointed black breasts. He licked at the black flesh hungrily. He wanted to know if it tasted different from the flesh of white women.
Other than the fact that her breasts seemed warmer and more alive he did not notice any difference at all.
Then Bill licked around the pointed black nipples. He felt the tits react to each attack by his tongue and lips and teeth. The erect and excited nipples flexed and throbbed beneath his attentions.
Bill began to toy with the girl's gorgeous body. He kept his mouth just one inch away from her breasts and he blew on her skin. That's all that he did! He blew on her skin.
This caused her hot' tits to expand up and reach toward his mouth in an effort to feel his teeth and tongue once more pressing against her flesh.
Her skin was craving the attention that only his mouth could give.
Then, when Bill sensed that she was at the peak of her desires and that she really wanted to feel his mouth once more on her tits, he bit into her pointed nipples.
His teeth grasped down on one of her delicate black nipples and he pierced into her as if he were trying to bite her nipple off, The girl was breathing hard but she did not want to cry out and she did not want to tell the boy to stop his biting. Somewhere within the pain that she felt from his sharp teeth in her tender flesh, she also felt a thrill from the hot and close contact.
But Bill was fully aware of all the effects that his teeth were having on her tits. He sensed the hard and raspy breathing that indicated that the girl was in pain.
Just when he sensed that his teeth had almost caused her unbearable pain, he stopped the ripping contact with her supple black flesh and he began to lick with his tongue on the wounded bit of flesh.
Joan cooed in delight as she felt the cooling sensation of the wet and caressing tongue.
Then just as she was relaxing into the comfortable knowledge of the tonguing that she was receiving, Bill began to blow on her black tits.
He began the whole process over once again. He blew a cool breeze of breath on her breasts and then he bit down hard on her breasts and then he licked away the pain from her breasts.
It was amazing that his one mouth was able to be so many different mouths in the way that it treated her hot skin. His tongue and his lips and his teeth and his breath had so many different skills and he was determined to utilize them all.
And as Bill was performing this delightful oral stimulation on her luscious black breasts, it was not only his mouth and her tits that were getting turned on.
The passion that she felt in her teased tits was emanating throughout her entire body. Even though the boy was only licking and nibbling at this one part of her, she was writhing and squirming on the black concrete ground as she felt the thrills ripple through her.
And as for Bill, he was close to cumming even without having a hand put to his throbbing cock. Just the flavor and the feel of the black breast in his mouth was enough to turn him on and drive him wild with desire.
For just as Donald had his passion, a passion for the young ones. So too did Bill have his passion. He wanted the hot dark flesh of the black girls! And now on the ground of the playground, in the darkness of the shadows on a hot summer night, he was having his passion satisfied.
BUI began to slid further down the girl's body as she pulled her tee shirt the rest of the way off of her body. His tongue described a wet line down the center of her belly and she giggled a little bit as she felt Bill's rough tongue slip into her belly button and twirl around.
And then the boy's tongue slowed down a little as he neared the wispy top of her black pubic bush. He pulled the sparse black hairs with his tongue and then he moved down into the thick bushy growth of ,pussy hairs that were fringing her cunt lips.
He took some of-her cunt hairs between his teeth and then he tugged on them hard. The girl's thighs tightened up as she felt the man's teeth actually tugging on her cunt flesh.
But that strange pressure, that pulling on her cunt meat, was all that Joan needed to start her cunt juices flowing.
As her cunt was tugged apart by the pulling of his teeth on her pussy hairs, the inside of her tender twat was quivering and straining to pull back together and to close up.
It was the natural, defensive mechanism of the pussy that was reacting to the strange pressure just as it would have reacted to a strange invasion, just as it soon would react to the wonderful invasion it was already anticipating.
This defense mechanism in the cunt is the cause of a great many pleasures that occur during fucking and fooling around.
Now Bill's lips were down at the lips of Joan's vagina. He described little circles around the opening of her cunt and then he pulled apart the pussy flesh with his tongue and slid his tongue in between the folds of hot and wrinkled skin that clasped back around his invading moist mouth muscle.
His tongue felt as if it had been taken prisoner by her tight cunt, so a frantic Bill pulled her tight and clasping cunt lips apart.
When he got a good look at the tender and supple flesh inside of her cunt, he saw that she was pink in there. Even though it was in the shadows of a summer night, her cunt stood out starkly against her pitch black flesh and her blackest black cunt hairs.
Bill plunged in and started to munch on her black muff.
The girl's ass was riding up and down on the black concrete.
From his hiding place nearby, Donald began to jerk off as he. watched the thrilling scene before him. The husky blond haired boy was eating out the luscious and juicy black pussy of the black girl.
The blackness of her skin looked like the top layer of a bowl of chocolate pudding that has been burned to a crisp. The blackness of her pussy hairs looked blue-black as it glistened in the moonlight.
As Bill's mouth remained busy, coaxing the cunt juice from the sensuous black girl's twat, his hands were tugging his pants and shorts down his muscular white legs.
His light Nordic complexion seemed absolutely pale in comparison to the black blackness of Joan.
Just as she was about to cum in his mouth, Bill tugged his tongue out of her pulsating love hole.
"Why'd you do that for?" Joan whispered harshly at the blond boy.
"You're all juiced up!" Bill said as he re-positioned himself right on top of the girl's lithe and lovely body, pulling his tee shirt off as he did.
Now Donald was treated to a truly delicious sight. Bill's paleness contrasted so starkly with Joan's blackness. The blond boy's husky body was such a contrast to the black girl's firmly slender body.
Joan felt her large, pointed breasts being crushed by the wide and somewhat hairy pectorals of Bill's muscular chest. They were breathing as one and the girl's protests had ended.
She knew that she was going to get something even better than his tongue as he positioned his cock near her pussy.
His broad cock head pressed against her cunt lips and his hips were raised in the air to give him more leverage.
For a moment Joan felt her body tensing, but then she tried to purposely ease herself into the right frame of mind. She was anxious to have this white boy's extraordinarily thick cock shoved deep inside of her twat.
"Fuck me!" she moaned in a hoarse whisper.
Neither of the teenagers guessed that the playground attendant was standing in the shadows and watching all of the hot action that was going on between them.
Donald had his extremely long cock in his hand and he was beginning to whack at his, meat as he watched Bill begin to pierce the tight black cunt with his wide and long tool.
Bill eased himself into Joan's black pussy. The wide head of his cock was lodged between the clinging lips of her hot pussy flesh.
Her cunt lips felt as if they were molded to his cock head or as if they were made of melted wax that had been poured around his hard cock.
The boy felt as if he couldn't have possibly moved his cock one inch in any direction. The steaming cunt flesh was so tight around his thick mushroom head that Bill could not shove into the girl at all.
Donald watched as Bill's white ass moved one way and then the other. He did not quite understand what Bill was doing, but what the blond boy was trying to do was to stretch out Joan's tight cunt meat.
Her supple cunt flesh responded to every move on the boy's part. As his cock jabbed against the right side of her pussy, that side of her pussy quivered and tightened around his meat. When his cock rammed into the left side of her pussy, that side of her pussy pushed back at his cock.
It was as if her pussy had a mind of its own and was determined to keep the invader out no matter how much Joan wanted to have it inside of her.
By that time Bill had determined that the only way that he was going to be able to fuck this girl was if he just slammed his hips down hard against her body.
Bill raised his hips back up into the air so that he could have a good running start on his first fucking stroke. He rammed down into the girl's body and he slid his thick cock into her pussy.
More than half of his cock was inside of her cunt now. He felt the cunt lips tighten down around his meat so that he thought his cock would get strangled, but then he felt the cunt lips relax around his meat.
Bill realized that the girl's pussy flesh was breathing in and out. Her moist and hot meat was pulsating and quivering. It would tighten down around his thick shaft and then it would loosen up just enough to let his cock feel the hot air that was circulating in her humid pussy.
One more ram of his powerful hips and he slid his cock the remaining distance into her cunt.
She felt his balls resting down against her fleshy thighs and she felt his blond, scratchy pubic hairs mingling with and pressing down against her kinky and soft black pussy hairs.
The two of them rested and breathed together for a moment.
Bill began to slide his cock back out of the girl's hot hole. He was being slow and careful because he was concerned that he would cum too fast. He wanted to make this pleasure last.
Joan's cunt was already sloppy wet because she had been' so close to comming when Bill had been eating out her cunt meat.
When all but Bill's cock head was pulled out of Joan's tight pussy 'slit, he slammed the whole length of his meat back inside of her, slamming his cum-filled balls against her body and scratching his belly hair against the hot and tender black skin of her belly.
Then he began to pull his cock out and slam it back into the girl in a very regular fucking rhythm.
But this did not continue for long. As he slammed his cock into her cunt for perhaps the fifth or sixth time, he felt her cunt walls collapsing around his cock.
They seemed to suck his thick shaft into her body with a great fervor and hunger that Bill could not resist.
She was cumming and Bill's desire to stretch their fuck out for a longer period of time would be lost.
He could not move his cock at all as it became a prisoner of her quivering and undulating cunt meat. The walls of her vagina were wriggling and writhing around the hard cock.
And then as the cunt walls continued to suffocate his thick shaft of cock flesh and to wring the neck of his redheaded monster, his cock responded with a quiver of its own.
Bill's balls tucked in tight against his body and the load of cock juice that he had stored in them was thrust up his long fuck-pole and then splashed out against the soft and moist flesh of Joan's cunt.
The oozing cunt cream that was dribbling from Joan's twat was helping to slick the way for Bill's orgasm as his cock agitated a little back and forth against her hot and cumming insides.
Donald watched his own cum splash out against the brick wall that he was using as his hiding place. The sight of the two bodies, one black and one so pale in its whiteness that it glistened starkly in the moonlight that played occasionally in the night shadows that fell on the playground.
The black-haired boy's breathing was harsh as he watched his white gism sliding down the red brick of the piece of wall. He felt as if he had defiled his playground!
After all, his playground meant everything to him! His playground was the place that he was in charge of! It had been given over to his care! And here he was in sight of the stars and the moon and the night air, a place where twelve hours hence young children would be leaning to hide their eyes for a game of hide and go seek, and he had splashed his cock juice against this bit of wall!
Donald tried to wipe the cum off the wall with some sand that he picked up from the bottom of the wall. He was so distracted that he did not even bother to stuff his cock back into his pants.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall, Bill was still lying on top of Joan and his cock was still stuffed inside of her pussy.
His meat had not lost any of its hardness and he began to shove his cock in and out of her pussy with greater speed and greater ferocity. The girl was still so hot and horny from the pussy licking and the fucking she had just received that she had no objection at all to a little more fucking.
The first round of screwing between the handsome and husky blond boy and the sensuously slender black girl had gone much too fast. Now they were ready to settle in for some of the real thing.
Bill's hips were rising and falling as he fucked Joan with all of his mind. The flesh all around his cock was tingling from the moist friction as he slid in and out of her.
His cock head was throbbing from the pressure as if slammed hard against the inside of her cunt.
She was lifting her hips to meet every thrust of his cock, and slamming her hips back down against the black concrete that had already been warmed by the contact with their young and sexy bodies.
Donald turned back to the two teenagers. He was still watching them from his hiding place and was about to stuff his cock back into his pants. He was beginning to think that in his capacity as playground attendant he should chase the two naked young people away from the grounds.
But then, when he looked back at them and saw that they were once more engaged in a hot fucking session, he forgot all about chasing them away.
His cock rose up to full length again and he knew that he could not be satisfied by merely jerking his meat off another time.
Boldly, Donald stepped out of his hiding place.
Bill slammed his cock all the way into Joan and then stopped as he realized that the other boy was present. Joan had her slender black legs around Bill's white ass and was holding him firmly inside of her.
For a moment Bill's heart stopped as he looked up at Donald, but then he noticed Donald's big hard-on and he knew that he and Joan would not get in trouble due to this horny playground attendant.
Bill rolled onto his left side, so that Joan was on her right side, her beautifully rounded ass cheeks exposed to Donald.
"Hop on!" Bill cried out as he continued to pump his cock in and out of Joan's pulsating pussy, even though fucking in this direction required more effort and more energy.
"How?" Donald asked, feeling like a fool with the younger boy obviously so much more knowledgeable in the areas of sex.
"Take your choice, buddy!" Bill offered as the black girl giggled. "You can either ram that big cock up her ass hole or else shove it into her pussy along with my cock!"
The girl was tightening her firmly rounded ass cheeks as she felt the blond boy's cock ramming and rubbing into her pussy meat. Donald had never heard of fucking a girl up her ass, but if this cocksman said that it was alright then it must be.
Donald placed the broad head of his nine inch cock against the tight wrinkled bottom hole that was hidden between the fleshy cheeks of velvety black flesh.
He realized that he could not possibly get his cock into her ass hole as it was. Using his common sense, he spit onto his palm and greased up his cock.
Then he spit onto his index finger and he greased up her ass hole, running his finger up and down the ass crack and then letting it slide into the tight bung hole.
When his finger had pierced into her ass, he felt the slick hotness of her crack and he knew that it would be a delight for his cock.
Donald placed his cock against her ass crack and rubbed it up and down so that he could find the ass hole. The girl arched her body as she felt the mushroom shaped cock head pressing against her tiny bottom hole.
Bill did not miss a stroke as his cock continued to fuck in and out of the girl's hot and black pussy meat.
The combination of the fucking that she was getting in the cunt and the pressure of the cock that was beginning to split her ass cheeks wide open was sending gooseflesh all over the teenaged black girl's body.
Donald's wide cock head was right at the anal opening of the black girl and was causing her intense pressure. It seemed impossible to imagine that his big cock could pierce any further into her, but of course he had the widest extreme of his cock right at the tightest extreme of her ass hole.
The spit on his cock shaft glistened in the moonlight as the shining moon peaked down from behind a cloud.
Donald pushed hard so that the first three inches of his cock were shoved into the boiling hotness of her ass hole. He felt as if his cock head was inside an oven and that it would be roasted by the internal heat of the black girl's flaming body.
Each time that Bill's cock would ram up into Joan's body, her body would be pressed a little further onto Donald's body, so that his cock was becoming firmly imbedded into her ass.
Meanwhile Donald's hips were hard at work pressing into the black girl's body. For a while there she felt as if his cock was wider than her hips so that she was certain that he would rip her open.
Finally Donald's cock was shoved all the way up Joan's firmly rounded ass cheeks. His balls were pressed hard against the globes of flesh as she felt her body being rammed from both directions.
As Donald began to fuck her ass, he realized that his cock kept hitting a thin membrane inside of her body and that Bill's cock was hitting the same membrane from the other side.
When the two boys timed their fucking strokes out correctly, they would hit their cock heads together through the protective barrier of the thin and supple membrane inside of the girl's body.
The girl was squirming with delight as she felt the two fucks going on simultaneously.
Then Bill began to cum inside of her cunt. His cock was slamming and smashing around in her body and her cunt immediately began to respond by tightening around his cock meat with equal fervor.
But each time that her cunt meat tightened up around Bill's cock, her ass also tightened up around Donald's cock. Donald felt the cock juice being sucked out of his balls by the girl's firmly fleshed ass cheeks.
His cock was almost being sucked into her ass, she was undulating and vibrating with such ferocity. He thought that he would need a board tied to his ass to keep from falling in.
The three supple young bodies were playing out a discordant rhythm, somewhat impressionistic in nature. Donald's cock was throbbing in the hot ass as Joan's body was throbbing and writhing and Bill's cock was shooting into her pussy.
She felt the splashes of cock juice meeting on both sides of the thin membrane that separated her ass cavern from her pussy hole. And she really did feel like her entire body was cumming.
But when they had finished cumming, Donald pulled his cock immediately out of her ass hole. He felt terrible guilt over what he had done and he wanted to get out of the playground.
Donald stuffed his cock back into his pants and he did not even pay any attention to the fact that his meat may have been soiled from the black girl's hot bottom hole.
The black-haired boy ran back out of the playground, leaving the two other naked young people still lying in the shadows. Donald unlocked the lock that held the gate closed and then he locked it once again behind him. He knew that Bill and Joan could just climb over the fence to get out of the playground. That was the way that they had gotten into the playground in the first place.
Why did Donald feel so bad about what he had done? The black girl had not objected to his shoving his cock up her ass. And the blond boy had not objected to Donald joining them as they engaged in sex.
It was not so much the sex that bothered Donald as it was the defilement of his playground.
CHAPTER THREE
It turned out to be one of those hot and muggy summer nights when no one can sleep well.
Donald rolled over and over and became tangled up in the blankets that were sticking to his sweaty body.
Meanwhile in a nearby part of town Cassie was lying in her bed as wide awake as she had been that afternoon. Her nightie was up her belly and she was slowly playing with the lips of her pussy.
The spot on her thigh where the bee had stung her was still throbbing in pain, but she ran her hand over that spot. She did not think of the pain that she was experiencing. Instead she was thinking of the pleasure she had felt when Donald touched her there.
She remembered the warm feel of Donald's large hand as it had touched the very tender white flesh on the inside of her thigh. His hand had just been four inches away from her cunt lips!
Cassie sighed softly and continued to frig herself as she thought about what it would have felt like if Donald's hands had moved the additional four inches and touched her moistening but virgin pussy lips.
His masculine hands were so strong and so manly that he even had a few wisps of black hairs on the back of his fingers. She thought of how thick and long his fingers were and wondered whether his cock size would have any relationship to his finger size.
It was already ten o'clock the following morning when the doorbell rang at the Caswell house. Mrs. Caswell already knew that the visitor would be the lovely Rosa Moline from next door.
She was happy to see her daughter become friendly with the voluptuous Puerto Rican girl because she knew that Rosa was very polite and obedient.
Mrs. Caswell called upstairs to her daughter who was still sleeping.
Cassie looked up groggilly as Rosa entered her bedroom and said, "Your mother said that she was going out shopping and that you should wake up."
Adjusting her nightie and her panties, Cassie tossed back the light cover that was already clinging to her body. The blonde girl stretched and looked at her friend. "Good morning!"
"I've been up more than two hours already!" Rosa said.
As happy as Cassie was to see the pretty Puerto Rican girl here, she was wishing that her friend had not come for a while. Cassie was still horny from the previous night and she was wishing that she had time to frig herself in private without the intrusion of the tan-skinned visitor.
Cassie looked at her friend and was curious about just how sexy the mind of his sensuously built girl was. She slid her nightie up over her head so that her rounded young breasts were exposed.
Then the blonde girl ran her palms lightly and casually over her pointed nipples so that they stood out upright and erect. Rosa's eyes were glued to her friend's well-developed body.
Then Cassie's slender fingers entered the elastic waistband of her panties and she slid the thin piece of pink fabric down her legs. She knew that Rosa was looking at her bush of blonde hair.
The two girls had been friends for a few weeks at this point and Cassie was wondering just how far she could test the friendship. She rubbed her hand lightly over her sparse snatch of pussy hairs as if she were just trying to straighten out her snatch.
Cassie decided to take the plunge, so she turned to Rosa and said, "I get really hot over Donald."
Rosa blushed so that her coffee-colored skin grew reddish brown from the crimson hue.
"Do you get hot over Donald?" Cassie asked, and when Rosa remained silent, Cassie continued, "Do you ever get hot?"
Rosa nodded her head and shrugged at the same time as she said, "I guess I do."
Cassie, trying hard to be very casual about the whole conversation even though she felt her cunt turning into a human furnace, went over to the drawer and took out a fresh pair of panties.
She shuffled through the drawer slowly, giving Rosa a good chance to gaze at her young and rounded ass cheeks. Cassie hid the pairs of white panties that had little pale blue and pink animals on them. She had been furious with her mother when the woman had bought these panties for her, just as if she were still a little girl.
Then she found a pair of panties that she had bought for herself. They were red lace and her mother had been scandalized when her little daughter had brought them home.
Cassie tugged the red lace panties up her legs and turned to Rosa as she reached inside the stretchy fabric of her sexy underthings and stroked the hair of her cunt as if she had to adjust her pussy lips against the straining fabric.
"You're my best friend," the nearly naked blonde girl said to her Puerto Rican friend, "and I feel that best friends should be able to tell each other anything."
Cassie sat down on the bed very close to Rosa and Rosa could feel the electricity between them. Perhaps it was the fact that Cassie was just wearing her panties, but when the blonde girl touched her bare tan arm, Rosa tensed her entire body.
"Well," Rosa began, hesitantly, "I do get ... sort of hot sometimes." Rosa blushed again.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about!" the pretty blonde girl said. Then boldly Cassie continued, "I frig myself a lot."
"You do?" Rosa blurted out, her eyes nearly popping out of her head at the confession she had just heard.
Cassie did not know what the response meant on her friend's part, but she was happy that she had been blunt. At least that would move things in one direction or the other.
Rosa giggled and Cassie had to ask, "What are you giggling for?"
The Puerto Rican girl stammered out, "I thought that I was the only girl in the world who did that."
"You're talking about frigging yourself?"
Rosa nodded. She could not bring herself to say the word.
Cassie was still just wearing her panties as the two friends were talking. She pressed her hand against her cunt lips and squeezed down hard against her steaming twat.
"I have to admit," Rosa said softly, "that all this talk has gotten me a little bit hot."
"Hot!?" Cassie cried out. "I'm hotter .than a half-fucked fox in a forest fire!"
Rosa laughed very hard. She had never heard talk like this before and she was admittedly shocked to be exposed to such vulgarity. But at the same time she also was very excited to be talking about these forbidden subjects. Her stomach was knotted up in anticipation of what was to come.
Cassie began coyly and said, "How do you do it? I mean, when you frig yourself?"
Rosa stammered and could not get the words out. She had never spoken words that were descriptive of the private parts of her body or of the different bodily acts that she might perform. She had been a very strictly brought up Puerto Rican girl.
But this strictly brought up girl was now staring directly at the erect pink nipples of her best friend.
Cassie began to slide her panties down, revealing the light down of blonde pussy hairs that delicately fringed her cunt lips. "I'm gonna do it right now, Rosa. I've gotta load of cunt juice inside me that's crying to get out!"
And as the slender girl said this, she slid her red lace panties down her legs and brought her hands to her cunt lips. Her fingers separated her cunt lips and she shoved her index finger into her hot hole.
As soon as her finger entered her steaming and moist slit, her cunt lips slapped back tightly around her intruding finger. Her index finger began to stir around in her own tight pussy, but it was more than just masturbating now because she was exposing herself in front of her beautiful, tan-skinned friend.
Rosa absent-mindedly licked her lips and then tried to turn away from her sexy blonde friend.
"Come on, Rosa!" Cassie encouraged. "You do it too."
Rosa shook her head. She felt the pussy juice oozing out of her cunt and she felt her panties begin to moisten from the cunt cream that was dribbling out of her clenched and virginal pussy lips. But she did not think that it was right to expose herself in front of her beautiful blonde friend.
But when Cassie ran her hand up the tautly fleshed tan leg of the Puerto Rican girl, and felt the hot flesh quiver beneath her fingers, the dark-skinned girl did not protest her friends attentions.
Rosa was wearing a short skirt that was pleated all around, just as she usually wore. Cassie, naked now, worked her hand up under the other girl's skirt and felt at the front of Rosa's white, nylon panties.
"Come on, Rosa!" Cassie hissed under her breath as she began to climb on top of the well-rounded girl.
Soon Rosa .was on her back and the naked blonde girl was on top of her feeling her flesh. Rosa was just lying back and letting Cassie do what she would to her body.
She did not protest when Cassie's slender fingers entered her panties and tugged the simple white piece of cloth down just far enough to reveal the Puerto Rican girl's black-fringed cunt lips.
Cassie put her fingers into Rosa's twat and spread the cunt lips apart as she began to frig her fingers in and out of the steaming cunt.
The blonde girl actually had to take her friend's hand in her own and bring the tanned fingers to her own cunt. Rosa began to frig Cassie as Cassie was frigging her.
Cassie enjoyed the feeling of the naked tan thighs that were a little plumper than her own as they pressed hard against her own slender white thighs.
The two girls were bouncing together in ecstasy and both of them were on the verge of cumming.
Just at that moment, Cassie and Rosa heard the voice of Cassie's mother calling from down the stairs. "I'm home, Cassie! Is Rosa still with you?" Mrs. Caswell called out.
Cassie toppled off of her friend. Rosa quickly let her skirt down and readjusted her panties as Cassie rushed to her drawer and pulled out a skirt to pull over the red lace panties that she was tugging up her legs.
Rosa adjusted the bra around Cassie's breasts as Cassie grabbed a tee shirt from the drawer and pulled it on. Then she stepped into the sandals that were standing next to her bed and she got her composure together.
The two girls had gotten fully dressed in less than a minute. They calmly went down the stairs where they greeted Mrs. Caswell.
"My, don't the two of you look well-dressed today?" Mrs. Caswell smiled. "I'm beginning to suspect that my Cassie has a crush on that playground attendant!"
"Oh mom!" Cassie whined as she headed quickly for the door.
By the time that Rosa had said, "Nice to have seen you, Mrs. Caswell." Cassie was already out the door.
As the two girls raced down the block, Rosa whispered, "Do you think that she suspected!"
"What are you whispering for?" Cassie asked. "There's no one around here!"
Rosa looked around. What Cassie said was very true. They were walking down a sun-baked street that was completely empty. Everyone in Bayside was inside of one or another of the air-conditioned houses that lined the street, identically one after another.
Neither of the girls had to ask the other where they were headed. They were going the same place that they went every other day of the summer. They were going to the playground.
As they walked silently together, Rosa turned to Cassie and said, "What we did together, that wasn't wrong was it?"
"Of course not!" Cassie assured her in a gentle voiee. "I mean, I guess it's just that we're really horny. After all, we're fourteen and very highly sexed." Cassie loved to speak like an adult.
The blonde girl continued, "And since we're so horny but everyone agrees that it would be so terrible for us to fuck with boys I don't see that we have any choice."
"You mean," Rosa said carefully, "that we just ought to do it with each other?"
Cassie nodded and said, "I liked it."
Rosa felt a great weight being lifted from her breast and she laughed with relief as she said, "I liked it too."
Now the silence was broken. There was no more tension due to their session of mutual masturbation. They had experienced feeling each other's bodies and they knew now that they both liked it.
"They only problem," said the very mature little fourteen-year-old blonde girl, "is that both of our mothers are home all day long."
Rosa nodded.
When Cassie turned to look at the gorgeous coffee-colored skin of her friend and she remembered the feel of the tender flesh against her own, she said, "But we'll find a way."
The two girls laughed together and began to run down the street together.
At the playground, Donald had been edgy all morning. The first thing that he had done when he arrived at the playground was to check the bit of wall where he had cum.
The boy had cum a thousand times into his underwear or on his sheets at home, but since this had been at the playground he was very conscious of it. He was sure that somehow the cum stain had discolored the wall and left a permanent stain that could be traced back to him.
Of course there was no stain.
There was no record that anything out of the ordinary at all had occurred in the playground the previous' night. Nothing to show that Donald had caught Bill and Joan in the act of fucking and had joined them by fucking up Joan's tight ass hole.
And yet, Donald was filled with guilt over what he had done that he felt sure he would be found out.
He did not want to have dealings with the youngsters in the playground that day. He spoke to them when absolutely necessary and used some excuse, about having to do an inventory in the supply room.
And so he tried to remain in the supply room as much as possible during the morning, and yet he stuck his head out at regular intervals in order to try to see whether Cassie had arrived at the playground.
He anxiously looked forward to being able to see Cassie. She was so beautiful and her slender body was so well-rounded in every respect. Donald could not even think these things without getting an erection.
By the time it was past eleven he decided that Cassie might not be coming to the playground on this day. He figured that that would be for the best. He was in such a high-strung frame of mind that it would be better for him not to have to face the beautiful girl that he wanted to remain so pleasant to.
When he was inside of the supply room, he tried to keep busy with things. He moved boxes around and pretended to count the things that he did not need to count.
When he moved one heavy box from the far wall he discovered a curious grating that he had not been aware of. , Donald got down onto the floor and looked through the grating. He realized that he was looking directly into the girl's bathroom. He had a clear view of the whole room.
Just then he heard a banging on the door. He jumped up as if he had been caught in some wicked act. His mind was much too full of guilt for his own good.
"What is it!" Donald cried out with an angry edge in his voice.
"It's just me, Donald!" Cassie cried out softly. "Nothing important." Her voice petered out softly at the end as if she were going away from the door.
"No! No! Stick around Cassie!" Donald cried out as he quickly stumbled over the box that he was trying to push back towards the wall.
He was afraid that someone would find the box away from the wall and would know that he had been peeking into the girl's bathroom. This was crazy because Donald was the only one who was ever inside of this supply room and because no one would have been able to tell that the grating was a peep-hole unless they actually looked directly through it.
Donald rushed out of the supply room and discovered to his pleasure that Cassie was still right outside the door waiting for him. He paused feeling that he might have appeared too overly anxious in the presence of the young blonde girl.
He stared longingly at her and then he gazed at the luscious body of the well-rounded Puerto Rican girl who was also standing there.
"How are you girls today?" Donald asked, trying very hard to act casual.
But he did not hear their banal answers and the few silly jokes that followed.
It was a strange relationship that developed between the nineteen-year-old boy and these fourteen-year-old girls.
They were all extremely delighted and proud because they felt that he was paying special attention to them and that this was a wonderful compliment to their minds and their personalities.
But for Donald's part, he only wanted to be with them because he was delighting in their young and sensual bodies. He wanted them around so that his masturbatory fantasies would have somewhere to go.
And so the conversation continued. And so the boy continued to get a hard cock and to try to hide it from the girls.
At one point in the afternoon, when Cassie and Rosa were together, Cassie whispered to Rosa, "Sometime today we'll find a time to go to the lady's room and to finish cumming."
Both of the girls had been cut short from their cumming by the intrusion of Cassie's mother, and both of them were anxious to conclude the orgasms that were tickling in their cunts.
And so the afternoon droned on.
The girls were anxious due to their horny conditions and Donald was anxious due to his own horny condition. By the middle of that afternoon there were grey clouds forming and it looked ominously like it would rain. More than half of the kids who were in the playground disappeared back to their homes and never returned.
As the afternoon edged on, so did the black clouds. A number of mothers appeared at the playground to grab up their children and take them home. Both of the girls silently prayed that their mothers would not humiliate them by arriving at the playground.
By four in the afternoon, the playground was virtually deserted except for a few of the older boys who insisted on playing handball despite the ominous winds.
Donald turned to the two girls who had remained in the playground, huddled close to the supply building, despite the inclement weather. "I'm gonna chase those boys out of here arid, lock up the playground now." the boy said, utilizing the authority that he had.
Rosa turned to look at Cassie and she knew that they were both thinking the same thing. Cassie turned to Rosa and said, "Come on to the girl's room with me."
The two girls scurried around the building and Donald went over to the handball court. The winds were now too harsh for the boys to play a decent game but that did not stop them from moaning and groaning when Donald insisted that they leave.
None of them realized that Donald's heart was beating double time now. Things had fallen into place and he had done nothing to help them move into position.
He knew of the existence of the grating which would allow him to peek into the girl's room. There was no one left in the playground and he knew that the two beautiful fourteen-year-old girls were in the girl's room.
In a moment, Donald was in the supply room, moving the box of things as quietly as he could. There was the grating, right there in front of him. All that he had to do was to get on his belly to peek through.
If he would just get on his belly he would be able to see the bodies of the beautiful little blonde girl and the voluptuous little Puerto Rican girl.
When Cassie and Rosa had gone into the girl's room they had paused nervously. Cassie had placed a broom against the door so that they would hear the movement if anyone tried to enter the room.
Then she went to the far end of the room beyond all of the toilet booths. This end happened to be the closest to the little grating in the floor that none of the girls had paid any attention to in the past.
The two girls pressed their bodies together. They could feel their nipples rubbing lightly even through the fabric of their blouses and their bras.
Cassie's hand ran down to Rosa's waist and felt around the soft flesh of the lightly breathing girl. Then Cassie quickly unzipped Rosa's skirt and let the flared skirt fall to the floor.
Rosa cried out a quick, "No!" as her skirt fell down, but she did not bend to pick it up.
Now Cassie was rubbing the front of Rosa's panties so that she was feeling the crinkled hair that was pressed up tight against the stretchy fabric of the panties. Then Cassie reached in between Rosa's legs so that she could feel for her cunt lips through the tight fabric of the panties.
She could feel the moisture that had already oozed out of the Puerto Rican girl's body and wet her panties.
Rosa wanted to return the favors so she unzipped Cassie's skirt and let it fell to the floor. Then she began to run her hand over the red lace of Cassie's panties. The lace was so sheer that Rosa could actually see some of Cassie's wispy blonde pussy hairs showing through the thin fabric of the panties.
Then Rosa placed her tanned nervous fingers inside the elastic waistband of Cassie's panties. She tugged lightly on the panties and they began to slide down the girl's body.
First the top of her pussy patch was exposed and then the entire downy snatch was in full view.
Meanwhile Cassie anxiously grabbed at Rosa's panties and tugged them down her legs.
Her pussy lips were wet and hot.
The two girls began to finger each other, their panties still tangled around their legs.
They made a stunning contrast to each other and were each a study in a different type of feminine youthful beauty.
Although they were both fourteen and were both well-developed for their age, after that the similarity stopped.
Cassie was more slender and had a more angular body, while Rosa was more rounded and had a fuller body. Both of the girls had rounded asses, but Cassie had more narrow hips while Rosa had full hips. Also Rosa's ass was just a little bigger than Cassie's.
Rosa's legs were rounder and fuller than Cassie's. But both of them had well-shaped and very sexy legs.
And of course, everything about Cassie was pink and everything about Rosa was deep tan or dark brown.
As they continued frigging each other, each of them had one free hand. Cassie began to pull up Rosa's blouse, while Rosa was pulling up Cassie's blouse. Each of them wore a simple white bra befitting a girl of their age.
All of that pink flesh was so close to all of the tan flesh. There was so much body heat being generated between the girls.
And as they continued to fingerfuck each other, they looked directly into each other's eyes.
No one can say that one of the girls moved toward the other girl at that moment. There is no way that one can suppose that Cassie kissed Rosa or that Rosa kissed Cassie.
They kissed each other.
As if it were a single thought that was shared by their two bodies, they moved closer to one another and they kissed tenderly. Their lips brushed and did not dare to press down against each other.
They did not close their eyes, but continued to look directly into each other's eyes as their lips brushed softly back and forth, back and forth.
And then, with that same unity of movement, their mouths moved apart. They looked at each other and paused, perhaps blushed softly.
Up until this point it had always been Cassie who had been the aggressor, who had spoken first. But this time it was Rosa who spoke first.
"That's okay for us to do," Rosa said, softly rationalizing, "so that we know how to kiss when we get boyfriends."
And then their lips moved together once more and this time they both opened their mouths. Their tongues met in the middle.
And as the kiss lingered and their tongues wandered, making little patterns around "each other, they could not tell whose mouth was whose. They did not know at one moment or another if their tongues were inside of Rosa's mouth or Cassie's mouth. Both of their mouths tasted the same as their tongues slid in and out and back and forth.
This was the scene that Donald looked in on. He was on the floor of the supply room and looking through the grating.
He got more than he could ever have expected and yet it was also more than he could deal with.
True, he had a chance to see both of the slightly haired twats of the young girls and he got a chance to see them frig each other, but was that what he wanted to see?
Donald had not been able to have a sensible social life since the time that he was fourteen and he had outgrown his taste in girls. This summer in his job as playground attendant he had finally been pushed to the brink of what he was able to deal with.
The previous night when Donald had found the two teenagers fucking in what he considered the sacred playground, he had been very close to going completely crazy. The fact that he had joined in their fun was only adding to the guilt that Donald had to deal with on this afternoon.
And now that he was peeking into the girl's room and observing the two beautiful fourteen-year-old girls, the two girls he had desired the most, playing with each other's twats, his mind was ready to snap.
He was feeling much more than sexual passion in the pit of his guts!
The two young girls glowed as they continued to frig each other and to kiss. They were unaware of the danger that was facing them!
CHAPTER FOUR
When Cassie and Rosa had gone into the girl's room together in order to frig each other, Cassie had had a good idea in putting the broom up against the door of the room.
But her idea was not quite good enough!
When Donald crashed through the door into the girl's room and knocked the broom over, the girls certainly did hear him. But it all happened too fast for them to be able to do anything about it!
Their skirts were on the floor and their panties were tangled around their thighs. They were in the midst of fingering each other and their tongues were down each other's throats.
Donald was inside the girl's room, locking the door shut behind him with a special night latch, and the girls had still not managed to completely disengage.
"Donald!" Cassie called out as she disengaged her tongue from the Puerto Rican girl's mouth.
"You shut up you little slut!" Donald sneered.
Both of the girls were frightened now and Cassie leaned down to pull her panties back up her legs.
"And don't( you move!" Donald growled in a low and menacing voice as he edged closer to the girls.
They did not dare to disobey him and yet they found themselves easing slightly away from the man. They were next to the wall so there was really very little that they could do.
The playground attendant was now very much aware of the hard cock that was rubbing against his underpants. He did not know just what he was going to do, but he knew that be. would get his satisfaction with these two beautiful young girls.
He rubbed the front of his pants and then said, "Strip the rest of the way."
Both of the girls hesitated, but all that it took was one ominous step from Donald and both of them began to peel off the remainder of their clothing.
Cassie slid off her blouse and then unsnapped her bra. She paused for a moment then, realizing that no man had ever before seen her nicely rounded breasts. She had not expected the first time that a man would view her pink tits to be in the girl's room of the park.
Then she wriggled her panties the rest of the way down her legs and she stood stark naked. She pressed her legs together, aware that in spite of her fear she could feel a droplet of cunt cream oozing out of her pussy lips and about to dribble on her soft,' white thigh.
Rosa looked down at the ground as she stood naked in front of the man.
Donald looked back and forth at the two most beautiful young girls he had ever been able to imagine. He thought that just seeing them was almost enough for him. He had never been so close to having all of his fantasies fulfilled.
He thought that his nine inch cock would burst out of his pants.
Peeling off his tee shirt, he gave the girls a good view of his massive and hairy chest that eased down to a slender waist.
Just the sound of his belt unhitching and his pants unzipping was enough to bring Cassie to the point of cumming. She felt her cunt quiver and her pussy juice begin to ooze without so much as a finger being inserted into her vagina.
She had been so hot all day that she could not bear the waiting any longer. In spite of herself she emitted a short little moan of pleasure as she felt her pussy flesh undulating inside of her.
Donald paused and looked at her. He did not fully understand the reasons for her moan, but he was pleased to hear it. He peeled his denim pants down his thickly muscled legs and then stood in front of the girls in just his jockey shorts and his white socks and sneakers.
"You!" he said, pointing to Cassie, "On your knees in front of me!"
She did not dare to disobey the commanding man. She got down on her knees so close to Donald's crotch that she could see the veins in his cock pulsating through the thin white fabric of his underpants.
Cassie could not help but lick her lips as she saw the sharp contrast between his dark skin and black hair and his white undershorts.
"Take down my underwear!" he commanded in a low and mellow voice.
But when Cassie reached up to place her slender pink fingers into the elastic waistband of his underpants, he slapped her hand away.
"With your teeth!" he ordered.
Cassie looked up at the man, hardly believing the command, but seeing that his unflinching face was quite decisive and strong. She leaned forward and tried to grab hold of his underpants waistband with her teeth.
Her upper Up rubbed against the black hair on his belly and left a wet patch below his belly button as she grasped at the blue and yellow striped piece of elastic that surrounded his waist.
Once she had the shorts in her teeth, she was able to tug on them. But then they snapped back against his body and she just had to begin to pull on them again.
Again she had to grab at the elastic waistband with her teeth and scrape her upper lip against the boy's salty flesh.
While Cassie was diligently working at his crotch, Donald motioned to Rosa and the Puerto Rican girl came near. He began to play with Rosa's already erect nipples.
Then Donald leaned forward and took Rosa's nipples into his mouth. He used some techniques on the Puerto Rican girl that he had seen Bill use on the black girl the night before.
Donald alternately tongued, bit and blew on the erect nipple of the young girl, driving her to heights of ecstasy and pain all within the one limited area of her body.
Meanwhile, Cassie had discovered that she could not get the tight underpants off of the boy's body by merely using her teeth on the front. The shorts were still up all around his body.
She began to nip at the sides of the shorts and tug them down his hips. Then, remaining on her knees, she went around to his back and she pulled the-shorts down his ass a little bit so that it was beyond the great rounded ass cheeks that stuck out so far.
And then Cassie was able to return to the front of the boy. She could see that the thick lump of flesh was still inside of the jockey shorts.
She had very mixed feelings about this. On the one hand she was anxious to see Donald's cock and on the other hand she was horrified to think of what he might then do to her.
As she grasped at the elastic waistband with her teeth, she tried hard to avoid making contact with the cock, but she was sure that her moist upper lip unavoidably brushed over the cock meat and wet it.
Then, as she pulled the shorts away from the boy's body, she felt his cock jump out of the waistband.
Donald had miscalculated just how hot he was!
As soon as his cock had jumped out of his shorts, he began to shoot his steaming load all over his belly.
Cassie moved away, but not fast enough. The cock jerked out and shot the second load of gism right across her face.
The third load of steaming cum splattered onto the coffee-colored flesh of Rosa. Some of it even dripped into the girl's black pubic bush. Rosa could not move away from Donald because his teeth were digging tightly into her nipple..
Rosa was biting her lip so that she would keep from crying out in pain.
As Cassie began to wipe the gooey hot cum off of her face she put her fingers to her lips and licked away a drop of the white liquid. It tasted good to' the girl. It was an indefinable taste but she knew that it was the male taste that she had expected from this man.
Donald closed his eyes in the ecstasy of his orgasm.
Finally he let go of Rosa's tit just as the girl was sure that her nipple was going to come off in the man's mouth. He stood up tall and arched his head back, all of his limbs were extended fully as if his entire body were having the orgasm in an enormous, bodily erection.
Then Donald shuddered and opened his eyes. It was as if he had to orient himself for a moment. , First he figured out where he was and then he could not figure out how he got here and how he got to be naked with these two youthful visions of beauty.
Slowly it all came back to him. He remembered how he had watched the two young girls fingerfucking each other in the girl's room and how he had then intruded on them so that he could get his own sexual satisfaction.
Cassie was very hot now, having felt some of Donald's cum on her face and having even tasted it. She was disappointed that he had cum so quickly and at the same time, she was happy since she could see that the man was not in complete control of his senses at the moment.
What she did not realize was that that first orgasm was not theend of it for Donald!
As the girl looked again at the boy who had just finished cumming she saw that he was just tugging his shorts the rest of the way down his well-muscled and hairy legs and that he still had his raging hard-on.
Cassie tried to look away from Donald as he turned toward her with a vicious look on his face. She was wiping the cum from her face and was trying to fix her curly hair that had become matted to her forehead.
"I see you like the taste of my cock juice," Donald said in a normal and conversational tone of voice. In fact it was too normal and too conversational and it made the girl wonder if he hadn't gone completely mad.
"No!" Cassie replied flatly, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't lie to me, Miss Caswell!" he said in a bellow that suddenly burst from his lungs. "I saw you take a taste of the cum that landed on your face!"
He grabbed her by the neck as he said, "And now you're gonna get a full load just for yourself!"
Cassie was excited by the closeness of the cock that was brushing along her soft cheek. She felt some of the cum dribble out of his piss slit and drool down to her chin.
But she was also afraid. This was the first cock she had ever seen and she had not known that cocks could be so large. She did not realize that Donald had an extraordinarily large cock.
"Please, don't make me do it!" she cried out.
It was foolish of her to plead. She had already seen that Donald had become quite maniacal in his attitude and aside from that she was giving him the perfect opportunity that he needed.
While her mouth was opened in her cry for mercy, he managed to get his cock head in between her lips. He felt her teeth grating against the tender crimson flared head and he grabbed her soft blonde hair.
"If I feel your teeth on my cock, I'll rip every hair out of your head and then start on your pussy patch!" he swore violently.
Cassie strained to open her mouth as wide as it would go and then she felt the cock sliding in along her tongue. It was so wide that it was pressing her tongue down against the bottom of her mouth.
Then she felt the cock slamming into the back of her throat and she gagged. She tried to swallow so that she could get some more saliva in her mouth, but as she did so she felt the back of her throat press down hard against the cock head and give Donald a wonderful thrill.
She finally realized that there was very little she could do in terms of struggling that would not be turned into a thrill for Donald.
Cassie tried to relax her throat and mouth as much as she could. It was not easy considering the volume of meat that was stuffed inside of her face.
For Donald the hardest decision was where he should leave his next load of cum. There were so many options available to him. Between the two beautiful girls with two juicy and virginal cunts and two moist and inviting mouths, it was so hard for him to choose.
And then he remembered that the girls were virgins and his cock throbbed up as he thought of what delight it would be for him to take the virginities.
He wondered which one of them he should choose and then he realized that he might just as well take both of them!
When his cock throbbed up in excitement and the entire center of the meat bulged out in anticipation, Cassie thought that it was going to knock out all of her upper teeth.
But just then Donald pulled his cock out of the girl's mouth. She was hoping that he would let her get off of the floor because the tiny little tiles of the bathroom floor were digging into her knees and leaving a patterned imprint in the soft flesh of her legs.
"On your backs! Both of you!" Donald ordered in the clipped tones of a master sergeant.
Cassie knew that she would now get the imprints of the little cold tiles in her firmly fleshed behind. But then the inference of lying on her back fully hit her. She knew that she was going to get fucked.
Rosa was also aware of the inevitable end that was nearing. As she was beginning to lie down on her back she sat up and pleaded with Donald, "Please. Please, sir. I'm a virgin and I don't want to do it. I want to stay a virgin."
Donald laughed a cruel and hollow laugh as he said, "Do you expect me to believe that? I saw what the two of you were doing in here! I know what kind of a slut you are!"
He shoved her rounded tan tit with his sneakered foot. When the boy had stripped, he had left his white socks and sneakers on.
When the girls were both lying down, he pulled them over toward a wall that had a number of pipes on it. Taking one bra he tied Rosa's hands up above her head with the bra. Then he used the other bra to tie Cassie's hands above her head.
His work as a playground attendant had often been aided by his previous experience as a scout. Now his skill at knots was coming in very handy indeed.
At first the girls tried to struggle to get out of their bonds, but he had used the bras craftily. Since the bras were of a stretchy nylon fabric, the girls soon discovered that the more they struggled the tighter the knots became.
They both finally gave up and lay quietly on the floor as Donald stroked his thickened meat.
"Which one first!" he mused to himself, humming a bit of classical music from the opera Turandot, a great favorite of his.
He slammed his body down on Rosa's supple and soft body. The music that he was humming swelled to a crescendo as he placed his cock head against Rosa's tight and virginal pussy lips.
Pausing from his humming for a moment, he said to Cassie, "Don't think I've forgotten you. You'll be next!"
Then he hummed softly, giving himself his own background accompaniment for his own fuck scene. His cock pushed in' two inches and Rosa thought that her entire body was going to split in half.
Of course the widest part of his cock was right up against the tightest part of her pussy, but that was nothing that the girl could have been made to understand at that moment.
Donald knew that the girl's cherry was right up in front of his thick cock head and he knew that on the next push he would break through into the hot pussy and the girl would never again be a virgin.
He shoved hard and fast and Rosa felt the ripping inside of her.
She uttered the beginnings of a guttural scream and then Donald drowned the rest of, her scream with his tongue which he rammed into her throat.
The girl saw a way of getting back at this man who had tormented her and who had just taken her irreplaceable virginity. She bit down firmly on his tongue and she dug her teeth into his tender mouth muscle.
Donald struggled to pull his tongue out of her mouth and as he was struggling he shoved his cock the rest of the way into her pussy slit.
His ass muscles were tightened and his cock was all the way into her. It is hard for a young girl to go from having been a virgin to having nine inches of solid male meat up her twat all within the span of two minutes.
Since she would not let go of his tongue, he grabbed her tits with his fingers. He dug his thumbnail and the nail of his index finger into the opposite sides of her tits and she squirmed about under him.
They both understood each other. At the same moment that she let go of his torn up tongue, he released her tortured tits.
Donald pressed the Puerto Rican girl tightly to his body, crushing her firmly rounded breasts with her great, dark nipples, down flat with his' curly haired chest. The kinky black hair on his chest made her breasts itch and actually scratched against the points of her tits.
He began to pull his cock out of her pussy and a flow of cock juice and pussy juice that was mingled with virgin blood, began to ooze out of her twat.
Even when his cock pulled out of her, her cunt felt so wide and open now that she had lost her virginity. She felt as if she had a veritable cavern between her legs.
And then he slammed his cock into the bound girl. He pulled out and shoved in just a few more times and then he pulled out one last time.
Rosa did not quite understand why the man was doing what he was doing. He had just begun to fuck her and now he had pulled his cock out of her cunt. She did not know why.
But then she saw the way that Donald was looking at the exquisitely beautiful Cassie. Although Donald's body was still on top of Rosa's, the boy was reaching over and gently massaging the tit of the beautiful blonde girl.
Donald climbed onto the slender form of Cassie and felt the girl's nervous and irregular breathing beneath him. He rubbed his cock in the sparse pussy hair so that Cassie's cunt hairs were stained with her best friend's virgin blood.
The sound of Rosa's half-stifled scream still echoed in Cassie's ears as she felt the weight of Donald on top of her. Awaiting the agony of the ripping away of her virginity was greater pain than the loss itself.
And yet, as she felt Donald's strong and hairy body weighing heavily on top of her, she knew that she was getting her own fantasy coming true. She had wanted Donald! She had wanted to be fucked by him!
But in her fantasy, the fucking did not take place while she was tied up to a water pipe in the girl's bathroom in the park.
She felt the wide head of Donald's cock pressing against the cunt lips and she knew that in another moment she would lose her cherry.
When the cock entered between the tightly clinging pink lips, Donald rocked to the right and to the left so that the lips would not grasp his cock meat quite so tightly.
It did very little good. The pussy flesh felt like a wet rubber glove on his cock. The supple flesh had actually shaped itself to his cock, and as his cock moved the shape of the pussy slit changed at the same time.
Sadistically, Donald was going to make the girl wait a long time before he would break her cherry.
He began to gently feel her body. He did not tug on her tits, but ran the palm of his hand over her nipples. He was doing everything that he could to relax the girl.
There was only so long that she could continue to keep her entire body tensed up. Donald felt the change in the girl as little by little she began to relax and ease the muscles in her thighs and her torso.
He even felt some easing of her tight pussy lips.
And when her body was completely relaxed, he slammed his cock in and ripped through her cherry.
In one thrust, his cock meat riding on a flow of virgin blood, the entire nine inches entered the slender girl and took her virginity.
Donald did not even wait to see if the girl was alright. He immediately began of fuck in and out of her pussy, slamming his balls down hard against the girl.
The pain was emanating to every part of her body, and yet she was also beginning to feel another sensation that was accompanying the pain. She was beginning to enjoy the fucking!
But just as her body began to respond to the hot fucking that the boy was giving her, he tugged his long and sloppy cock out of her hole. The girls already knew what he was going to do next.
Donald plopped his hairy and muscular body down onto Rosa's rounded and soft frame and he began to shove his cock into the girl's already spread pussy slit.
Since he had just tugged his cock out of her hole five minutes before, it was not too hard for him to ram it back inside of her again.
He had now taken both of their virginities and the girls knew that he was not going to stop fucking them until he had given them both good tastes of his thick meat.
Even though she had just been fucked by him, Rosa felt the head of Donald's cock slamming into her cunt flesh. The walls of her vagina had expanded and were being scraped raw now by Donald's constant in and out movements.
The friction on Donald's cock, particularly on the delicate underside of his shaft, was so great and was nearing a burning point. But the boy held back his fucking so that he would not cum too soon.
His jabs were hard and ramming, and yet he tried to keep from wildly fucking Rosa's steaming pussy. He had these two beautiful little girls tied up on the girl's room floor and he did not want it to end.
The fact that there was so much pussy juice oozing out of Rosa's cunt helped to ease the grating friction that was bringing Donald's cock to the point of cumming, and yet the moisture all around the soft skin that covered his rocky shaft was only making it more of a thrilling ride.
Just as Donald felt a pulsing in the base of his penis, he tugged his dick out of the sloppy, young vagina.
Cassie realized that there was only one way for the two of them to get out of their bondage and to escape from further torment. She would have to bring Donald to a point of orgasm.
As expected, Donald climbed on top of the slender blonde girl. Once again she felt her soft breasts being pressed down by the curly black hair on the boy's broad chest.
Even though she had just been fucked a few minutes before, her cunt still had not grown used to the loss of virginity. The intrusion of the thick cock was jarring to her.
Donald shoved hard in order to get his cock meat in between the pussy lips. He rammed his cock all the way into the girl and pressed the wide tip of his nine inches way up against the back of her vagina.
Cassie gritted her teeth. It was now or never. If she didn't help Donald to get his rocks off she knew that she and her beautiful tan-skinned friend might remained tied up on the floor for the rest of the afternoon.
Her slender white legs were not tied up. She spread her legs wide so that Donald could fuck even deeper into her pussy. His swinging balls now hit against her ass.
Then the girl tossed her legs up over Donald's ass. The heels of her bare feet were pressing into the muscular and hairy cheeks of the boy's ass. As he rammed his cock into her pussy she could feel the ass cheeks being squeezed together.
And when Donald did ram into the girl, she pressed her feet more tightly against his ass so that he was shoved more deeply into her.
His cock seemed to grate more violently against the sides of her cunt flesh and she raised her hips to make it happen even more strongly.
"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear in a rasping voice. "Fuck me, hard!"
Much as Donald wanted to keep his screwing going on for a long time, he could hardly resist the pleas of the beautiful fourteen-year-old girl.
Her body was yielding now to every move that his body made. Her hips were bouncing up and down, slamming her ass into the cold tile of the floor and leaving an imprinted pattern in her rounded ass cheeks.
The hot pussy of the blonde girl was sucking the cum out of "the man's cock and his cock could not hold back any longer.
Donald began to moan a long and garbled moan as his balls pressed up close to his body and the load of cum in his heavily hanging balls was spurted up into the shaft of his cock.
Cassie felt . the tube on the bottom of Donald's cock. She felt it expand as a load of gism travelled up toward his piss slit.
And then the whole cock jerked up by itself and slammed against the side of Cassie's pussy walls. Donald was lying absolutely rigid on top of Cassie. His hips were locked in place and he was not moving a muscle.
But his cock took on a life of its own. Even though Donald was absolutly still, his cock was jerking around and slamming into the delicately moist walls of Cassie's vagina.
The battering affect of the cum-splashing battering ram that was in her tender twat, caused a strange reaction in Cassie. She felt her cunt walls begin to tighten down.
It was as if her pussy was trying to stop his cock from slamming around, as if her pussy wanted his cock to keep still.
There was a wrestling match going on between his wildly thrusting cock and her undulating cunt flesh, even though neither Cassie nor Donald were moving their bodies.
Cassie closed her eyes tight and bit her lip to keep from crying out. There was a crazy sensation in her body. She had been used to always cumming with just her finger in her twat and now with the cock intruding on her pussy hole, she found out what cumming was all about.
Her cunt wanted to close up all the way. Her cunt walls wanted to expand out and meet each other in the center. But the cock was in the way and would not let her pussy react as it wished to.
As the cock slammed and vibrated all around her insides, she went through wild ecstasies and thrills. Cassie was discovering that sometimes it felt better not to do the things that one was inclined to do. If her pussy flesh had been able to simply collapse down and tighten up in the center, then the results would not have been as thrilling as the intrusion of the cock that was making her orgasm a fabulous experience.
For Donald this was all of his fantasies come true. The last thing he would have done was to close his eyes.
He was aware of every inch of his own body that was pressing against every inch of Cassie's delicately, smooth body. He was aware of the beautifully pursed lips and the wide blue eyes that were staring up at him.
And as he turned to the side he was aware of the sexy and luscious Puerto Rican girl who was-also tied up to the water pipe.
Although he was cumming inside the pussy of the blonde girl, he could clearly recall the sensation of the other hot and moist pussy that had so recently been clinging to his cock.
Donald had two sensations going at the same time. There was the feeling of the slender hipped, blonde girl that he was inside now and there was the recollection of the well-rounded tan-skinned girl that he had just fucked.
He had always had a passion for the young ones and he was getting the ultimate in this one afternoon.
Eventually both Donald and Cassie finished cumming. Cassie now felt the weight of the muscular and hairy boy who was lying on top of her. She wished that she could find a way to readjust him so that he was not weighing her down, and yet her hands were still bound to the water pipe.
Donald slid slowly out of the drooling vagina, all of his energy sapped. He rolled onto the floor, oblivious of the cold tiles under his naked body. Then, looking through glazed eyes, he realized that the young and frightened girls were still his prisoners. He turned away from them and slid his jockey shorts up his legs. He did not pay any attention to the fact that his cock was stained with a combination of cum and virgin blood.
When Donald was completely dressed, he untied the bras that were holding both of the girls to the water pipes. They stretched their arms and flexed their fingers.
As the two naked girls turned to their captor to find out what his plans were or what further abuses he might have had in mind, Donald had already run out of the girl's room.
Donald ran from the building, not even waiting to see whether anyone had noticed that he was coming out of the girl's bathroom. As it was, the playground was deserted. Although no rainstorm had started, the dark clouds had been enough to keep the youngsters away from the playground.
The two naked little girls rushed to pull their clothes on before the crazed playground attendant returned!
CHAPTER FIVE
Fourteen-year-old girlfriends get to share a great many things together. They share clothes and record albums. Sometimes they even share boyfriends or crushes.
Many of them get to share their rapidly developing sexuality, artd learn kissing and fingerfucking from each other, the way that Cassie and Rosa had done.
But very few young girls share as much as these two already had. Cassie and Rosa had lost their virginities on the same afternoon while they were tied up together on the floor of the girl's room in the park.
The same man had even taken both of their cherries, alternating between the two of them as he had fucked each pussy.
And just to be sure that neither of the girls had a superior claim to the other girl, while Rosa could say that she had gotten fucked first, having her cherry popped just a few minutes before Cassie's was, it was Cassie who got the load of cum up her pussy.
When the two girls were fully dressed, they left the girl's room cautiously. They knew that Donald had to be out there somewhere and that they would have to face him. After all, Donald had the keys to the playground that they were in.
There was Donald, standing by the gate to the playground, fiddling with the chain that he would use to hold the gate closed.
Cassie and Rosa went running out of the playground and rushed past Donald without even looking at him. This was fine with Donald, for he just looked down at the ground as the girls rushed by him.
There were three very confused and very upset young people now.
Donald had given in to the wild passions that had been haunting him and driving him ever since he had begun this job as the playground attendant for the town of Bayside.
When he looked through the peep-hole for an innocent look at the fourteen-year-old girls in the girl's room, his mind just snapped when he saw the two young beauties playing with each other's snatches.
The girls were just following the same .sort of natural curiosity that affects every young and beautiful girl at that age. They were exploring their own bodies and the sexual excitement that was all a part of it.
When the two girls were more than a block away from the playground, Cassie stopped running and her friend followed suit. They both looked behind them with apprehension.
It was foolish of them. There was nothing that Donald could have done to them in the broad daylight of the afternoon.
"We gotta tell our mothers!" Rosa said to her friend.
"Don't be crazy!" Cassie said. "He saw us frigging each other. If we get him in trouble, he can tell that and get us in a heap of trouble with our mothers."
Rosa was close to sobs now and Cassie squeezed her friend's shoulder warmly. Neither of them was really certain of what they should do, but they did know that they had to hide it from their parents.
When the girls got home, they discovered that each of their mothers had been unconcerned about their whereabouts in the bleakly grey weather because they had each assumed that the girls had gone to the home of the other. They remained vague and noncommittal about where they had gone and what they had done for the afternoon, but the mothers accepted it as a normal part of growing up. They were already used to the changing moods of fourteen-year-old girls and did not take anything that their daughters said all that seriously.
If the girls had said anything about the rape that occurred that afternoon, their mothers certainly would have listened then, but they had already agreed that that was to remain their own little secret. There was nothing that adults could do to help them out.
Cassie had to throw away the beautiful red panties that she had been wearing. When she took them off she discovered that there was a drop of blood staining them.
Although she could have tried to pass it off as a menstrual flow, she was too high-strung for anything like that. She was not thinking sensibly about anything.
By the time that the girls had gotten home, Donald had just finished locking up the empty playground. He grew rigid with fear as a thought crossed his mind. What if the girls told their parents? What if they called the police?
He knew that raping a minor was a serious offense and that he could certainly go to jail for a long time! Since both of the girls had been together, there was no way for Donald to make up another story of the way that things had happened. Each girl was a witness to the rape of the other girl.
There was nothing that he could do to save himself, short of running away to another city and changing his name.
He would just have to wait and see whether the police came for him with a warrant for his arrest. For the rest of the day Donald's stomach was tied up in knots as he waited to see whether or not his entire future would be ruined due to the one impetuous act that he did.
Rosa tossed and turned all night as she recalled the loss of her virginity.
Donald did not sleep at all during the night as he listened for every sound. He was sure that every car that turned onto his block was a police car that arrived to take him to jail.
He was beside himself.
Cassie did not toss in the night, regretting her lost virginity. She had lost her cherry and there was nothing to be done about it now.
But the thing that concerned her was how she could best take advantage of the situation.
She wanted vengeance against Donald. The boy had tied her up and had brutalized her. He had used pain and torment to take her cherry. As she thought back on the events of the day, she wondered how she could pay him back for the torment that he had caused her.
And as she thought back over the events of the day, she discovered that her pussy was steaming up and juicing up. She tugged up her nightie so that she could reach her cunt lips. Cassie frigged her youthful, supple cunt. This would be the first time that she would ever be playing with her cunt meat and her cunt was no longer virginal.
She remembered the feeling as Donald had slammed his cock through her virgin cunt. She remembered the ripping sensation that had torn her pussy apart and left her with such an agonized burning from the virgin blood.
The burning sensation had been spread up and down in her twat as Donald's cock slid up and down in her pussy. And yet, now as she was frigging herself and remembering these things, she was smiling softly with sweet satisfaction.
She really knew that she had been fucked. The next morning, Donald was a little late at opening the playground. He was certain that the police would be there waiting for him and that they would drag him off to the station.
There was almost a strange disappointment that he felt over the fact that the police were not there. This torment was being dragged out! At least if he knew that his sins were exposed and that his punishment was assured, he could relax and feel easy about it!
The fact of the matter was that Donald was filled with guilt over what he had done. He remembered the horror in the faces of the young, naked girls as his cock had pierced their virgin pussies.
But despite the guilt, he also felt a thrill of sexual erection as he recalled the way that he had busted the cherries of the beautiful girls.
No one minded the fact that the boy was late in unlocking the playground. The day was still cloudy and it still looked like it was on the verge of raining. The playground was deserted for most of the morning.
Donald sat outside of the supply room, with very little to divert his attention. He watched avidly to see whether the two beautiful girls would show up on this particular day. , He was grateful that they did not, but at the same time he felt a trepidation as to their whereabouts. He was worried. He knew that the girls must have had some reaction to the rape and yet he could not find out just what they were doing or thinking.
At this moment, Cassie and Rosa were sitting in the basement of Rosa's house and speaking in low tones. They were grateful that it was so hazy and grey outside. At least then Rosa's mother would not nag the girls to go to the playground.
"I just want to avoid him for the rest of the summer!" Rosa whispered in low tones to her friend, frightened that her mother would hear something of their conversation.
"We can't forget about it!" Cassie insisted, almost forgetting herself and raising her voice.
"I know I never will forget about it," Rosa nodded a little sadly.
"If he just gets away with it," Cassie said in a very serious tone of voice, "who knows what other girls he will do the same thing to!?"
Rosa bit her lip. She felt a grave responsibility now. "But what can we do?" the Puerto Rican girl asked sincerely.
"There's only one way to get back at him and that's to punish him. He must feel a taste of his own medicine!" Cassie's eyes twinkled. If she and her friend had known a little more about the world of grown-up sex, they would have realized right then and there that Cassie was a natural dominatrix.
And Rosa could not help but smile in reply. Much as she just wanted to forget about the whole thing and just steer clear of Donald for the remainder of the summer, she knew that she would rather follow Cassie's course and get some satisfactory revenge!
Donald sat nervously by the supply room. He watched the few youths that ventured out in the windy and inclement weather that haunted the day.
There was a young girl with long and straight strawberry colored hair. She was" wearing an artist's smock and white socks and she was leaning against the building and talking to Donald.
On any other day, Donald would have been delighted with the attention that he was receiving from this tall and lovely redheaded girl. Her sculpted features and her rosy cheeks might have been enough reason to pay attention to her, but she also had a slender and elegantly beautiful body.
In a few years she could grow up to be a high fashion model and she could develop into an elegant and classy beauty. Now she was still a little awkward, as most stunning fifteen-year-olds are, and she was working very hard to be very artistic and poetic.
She told Donald that her name was Indira. Her real name was Rosemary Feinstein, but she wanted everyone to call her Indira. She thought that it fit her ethereal personality much better.
Indira had not yet decided whether she wanted to be an artist or a singer. She knew that she did both very well, and in point of fact she really did have an extraordinary singing range and a potentially brilliant voice.
Even though she saw that Donald was quite irritable, she continued to talk to him. She found a problem in trying to communicate with youngsters of her own age and she wanted to talk to this nineteen-year-old as a nice change of pace.
At one point when Donald had to go to the handball court to break up a fight between two boys, he returned to find a little piece of paper taped to the door of the supply room. It read, "Donald, your heart is intact!"
The boy had no idea what the note meant. In fact, due to the girl's handwriting he could not determine whether the final word was meant to be 'intact' or the two words, 'in tact'.
If his heart was intact that would mean that she felt that his heart was still there. But if his heart was in tact, that would mean that his feelings were tangled up in a web of propriety.
Donald crumbled up the note. He did not want to think about it, and he was glad to see that Indira had gone and left him alone.
He thought back over his emotional life and the things that he had been through. He had gone to the school psychiatrist for a while and he had discussed his confused feelings with that man.
One of the doctor's conclusions was that Donald was particularly messed up because his mother had been hot for him. The doctor showed Donald how various of his mother's actions had indicated her passion for him.
Donald grew violent in reaction to the doctor's accusations. He considered his mother the paragon of virtue and he could not imagine that sweet woman ever fucking.
Like many modern youngsters who are filled with guilt, Donald was convinced that he was a product of immaculate conception.
Later on Donald realized why the doctor's accusation about his mother had struck him as so strange. He knew that his younger brother, Kenny, was much better looking than he was. Kenny had a hick head of curly hair and even broader shoulders than Donald.
It was obvious to the boy that if his mother was going to be hot for someone, that she would be hot for Kenny.
But the doctor's conclusion was a valid one. Donald had gone the furthest route he could in rebellion to his own Oedipal instincts.
Since all heterosexual males have some sort of sexual desire for their mothers they all must find a way of expressing it. Some, with young and attractive mothers who share their lust, get a chance to play out their fantasies. Others look for a girl who reminds them of their mothers.
Donald had chosen the opposite course. By only being interested in very young girls, he was certain never to find any quality reminiscent of his mother!
Although Donald had stopped going to the analyst after he had been told this, in the back of his mind he knew that there was a bit of truth in it.
He actually began to relax as he sat by the supply room and thought over these important events of his life. He was beginning to forget the fear that he had of the little girls reporting him for the rape.
Then, Indira came around the side of the building once more. She smiled a broad smile at Donald and almost perfectly timed with her smile, large raindrops began to fall.
Youngsters ran in one direction and the other as they left the different parts of the playground and began to dash toward their homes. The shower began very quickly.
Donald, ever mindful of his responsibilities around the playground, began to grab up the supplies that the thoughtless youths had left on the ground. He ran in one direction and then in the other direction, each time stopping back at the supply room so that he could leave everything there.
Then, the rain was coming down in thick sheets of water. Indira had disappeared along with the rest of the youngsters and Donald assumed that she had gone home.
The rain was coming down too thickly for Donald to have even found any additional supplies that were scattered around the playground. His clothes were completely soaked and were sticking to his skin. His hair was matted down against his head and water was running down along his face and dribbling off the tip of his nose.
As he closed himself into the room and listened for a moment to the sound of the pouring rain on the hard roof, he was surprised by the ferocity. And yet he knew that the rain had taken a long time to break.
The ominous clouds had been around since the previous day and it had seemed on the verge of raining ever since then.
Donald knew that he had to take off his soaking clothes. He actually had to pull the clothes from his body, the way that he might pull off tape.
He tried to lay out the soaking clothes, but handling them was like trying to handle cellophane. The clothes were all stuck together.
He finally gave up and settled for simply wringing the water out of the clothes.
But he could hardly even begin to wring the water out of his soaked sneakers. He sat naked on the wooden bench that was along one side of the room and he considered what his options were. Looking up through the window that was high up in the wall, well above eye level, he saw that the rain gave no indication of letting up.
There was an old saying that rainfalls that started quickly always ended just as quickly. But this was a strange rainfall that had taken a long time to build up.
The most that Donald could do was to hope that that old saying would turn out to be true.
A boy of nineteen who is naked and without anything else to take his attention, is often bound to turn his attention to his favorite' plaything. And sure enough, as the naked boy thought of nothing at all, he realized that his cock was growing.
He crossed his legs and tried to squeeze his hard-on between his thighs, as though this would calm his seething erection. But of course it only made his excitement worse.
Since he assumed that the entire playground was empty, he figured that he might just as well beat off. He decided to peek into the girl's room. After all, if the room was empty there would be no harm.
He figured that he could just whack off as he thought about the pretty young girls who used the room. He shoved the wooden box of supplies out of the way and got down on the floor.
The contact with the cold concrete floor did not ease his inflamed cock at all. He looked through the grating into the girl's bathroom.
Much to Donald's surprise the bathroom was occupied.
Indira was in the girl's room and was just pacing around, apparently waiting for the rain to stop. Donald watched her go toward the door and then back into the room.
He forgot about his desire to jerk off, although his hard-on did not go down at all. Peeking secretly at Indira as she waited around-the rain to stop made Donald realize what a really stunning girl she was.
And then Indira ran out of the bathroom. Donald saw that she had left the girl's room and he could not imagine where she would have gone to.
As he looked up through his window, he saw that the rain was still falling with the same great ferocity. He figured that the girl must have decided to run home in the rain rather than waiting for it to stop.
There was only one other answer. The girl might have gone around the building to the supply room. Donald did not dare think about that possibility.
He was naked and had a huge hard-on. By the time the girl had circled the building, her clothes would be soaking wet and sticking to her body.
Just as he picked himself up from the floor, he heard a loud rapping on the door. He jumped up and tried to hold the door closed with his body. He realized that he had not even locked the door.
Indira was just opening the door as Donald got behind it and shouted, "Don't come in here!"
"I'm soaking wet!" the girl cried out.
As she said that she shoved into the door and Donald said, "Turn around!"
Here they were in the confined space. Indira was just two feet away from Donald, though her back was to him. He had a huge erection and she could feel-the electricity in the room.
"Why didn't you go home?" Donald asked with a note of pleading in his voice.
"It wasn't my karma to go home!" Indira said as she turned and smiled at Donald.
The boy picked up his crumpled tee shirt and held it in front of his crotch to try to hide his thick nine incher from the fifteen-year-old girl.
"Besides," Indira continued, "now I have to take off my clothes!" There was a lilt in her voice and a smile on her face as she began to tug her smock over her head, revealing her entire lithe body.
"No!" Donald cried out, coming toward the girl as he clutched the tee shirt to him. The girl's eyes glistened as she looked at the naked older boy. He could not contain his erection now that she was clothed only in her bra and panties and her high white socks.
"Please!" Donald groaned, trying to contain the passions that were burning inside of him. "You've gotta get out of here!"
"Be sensible!" the beautiful redheaded girl said as she was unsnapping her bra. "I can't put my wet clothes back on and I can't go out in the rain. And you can't keep hiding your hard-on from me all day."
Donald groaned and turned away from Indira. But when he turned away from her he tried to hide his ass with his other hand. That was like trying to hide an elephant in a phone booth. No matter which way he went, he was terribly embarrassed in front of Indira.
"Don't you believe in karma!" the girl said.
Donald turned to the fifteen-year-old with a puzzled expression on his face.
She continued as she let her breasts burst out to freedom and gently massaged the pink flesh of her firmly rounded boobs. "Karma means that there are some things that were meant to be. We were meant to be stuck here together without our clothes in the rain."
Indira put her long fingers in the waistband of her panties. She was wearing purple panties in a shiny satin fabric. The panties slid slowly down and clashed terribly with the girl's reddish pussy hairs.
The clashing colors were hardly the main thing on Donald's mind as the girl's entire naked body was revealed to him.
Although she was only fifteen, she had the long and lithe legs of a fabulous fashion model. The area of her body from her waist up to her breasts, an area so easily ignored on a girl, was exquisitely shaped and elegantly long.
Her breasts stood out firmly and seemed to curve upwards a little bit. It would be quite some time before this young beauty would have to worry about sagging breasts!
And the girl's pussy patch was lush and a shade of red just a little lighter than her hair. It Was trimly and neatly confined to a small triangle right up and around the delicate pink cunt lips.
Indira's skin was very pink because of her reddish complexion, and she had freckles on her knees and on the top of her breasts.
She stepped closer to Donald.
Just the previous day Donald had raped two fourteen-year-old girls right in the girl's room, and yet now he was upset at having this sensuous fifteen-year-old girl advancing on him.
He was still feeling such great guilt over the fucking that he had done the previous day, that he did not want to have to deal with the new situation that presented itself with the nude girl.
When she was standing so close that the tee shirt was pressing against her body, he let the tee shirt fall. The wide head of his cock sprung up and slid along the soft and firmly fleshed thigh of the beautiful redhead.
A droplet of Donald's pre-cum dribbled along the soft pink flesh of her thigh. The girl sighed and said, "Karma!"
Before the word was fully out of her mouth she was sliding to her knees. Her knees did not even feel the cold concrete of the supply room floor. She was too concerned with the hairy body that was next to her.
She felt her nipples brush up against the hair on Donald's broad chest, and then, as she slid lower, she felt the cock bang against her passing tits.
Now the cock was right on a level with her mouth. She licked up the side of the nine inch hunk of meat, and then she licked around the head of it, pressing her gentle tongue in against the piss slit to try to coax any more pre-cum that was there.
Then the girl leaned over and licked at the hot and humid fold of flesh that was between Donald's right testicle and his right thigh. Her tongue circled around his ball and licked at the tender patch of flesh directly in back of his balls.
She opened her mouth and took his ball between her lips. Encasing his right ball within her teeth, she rolled her tongue around and around his fleshy sac.
Donald could not help but groan. His ball was trying to seek the protection of his body and yet the girl's teeth were holding it firmly away from his body.
Then she began to work on the other testicle in the same exact way. She nipped at the wrinkled sac of flesh, being very careful not to get the hard flesh of the man's testicle between her teeth. She wanted him to enjoy the torment, not to suffer from it.
She licked around and around the ball and then; she moved it around with her tongue, feeling as though she were trying to mold a piece of pudding with her tongue. The man's testicle was very responsive to her attentions, but it seemed to have a mind of its own.
So she travelled up and to the side from his balls. Her lips and her teeth joined her tongue as she slid up from the man's left ball.
Indira took a bit of his pubic hairs in her teeth and she tugged very hard on them. But as his pubic hairs were between her teeth, she also licked at the ends of them.
Donald's cock was jumping up and down with anticipation. But the girl wanted to tease him a little longer before she gave him complete satisfaction.
Her tongue found its way into his belly button and it swirled around in there as if she were trying to fuck the boy's belly button. Donald began to giggle because she had hit on a ticklish spot. But his giggling did not do anything to affect his hard cock.
Her tongue moved up his hairy belly as she began to rise from her kneeling position. Then, almost standing up, she grabbed at one of his deep brown tits with her teeth.
Donald pulled away from the girl and said, "Eat it!"
She turned her head to the side and looked at him in such a way that it made him feel very guilty for having tried-to command her in that way. Indira had a very strange and disturbing presence for one so young.
As the boy fidgetted from foot to foot, he said, "Are you just a cock tease, or are you really gonna do it?"
"Lie down! ' she said in the softest and calmest voice that Donald had ever heard. He could scarcely hear her speak over the loud thumping of the rain on the roof.
But he knew what she had commanded and for some reason he wanted to do as she asked. The room was too small for Donald to really stretch out on the floor. He found enough room, but had to shift some boxes in order to fit in.
When Donald was lying on his back with his hard cock lying across his belly, the beautiful redheaded girl got down in a crouching position.
He was surprised when he felt her lips begin to work on his big toe. Her mouth completely encircled his big toe and she began to lick and nibble at it.
Then her tongue slid in between each of Donald's toes and took each of his toes in her mouth. Her tongue began to move up his ankle and she began to bite the insides of his legs.
She would take a little nip at his calf and then she would lick at his flesh as if she were a dog easing away the pain. Donald was moaning with pleasure as the young girl made him discover erotic spots he had never before realized that he had.
What Donald was beginning to learn was that his entire body was one great big erotic spot. His cock was throbbing and desiring release and yet he was getting a thrill from the work that the girl's tongue and teeth were doing on the rest of his body.
Then he began to hold his breath in anticipation. The girl was just a few inches from his balls. She was nibbling and licking at the inside of his thighs and she was moving slowly and cautiously up toward his balls.
But when her lips were less than an inch from his throbbing cock, she skipped over that part of his body entirely and moved directly to his belly button once more.
Donald's hips were now thrashing up and down as if he were trying to beat his cock against the air. At this point that seemed preferable to the lack of stimulation that his cock meat was getting from the girl's mouth.
Then he felt the girl's hot breath on his cock. She had her mouth just an inch away from the thickened shaft of meat and she was blowing on him. He almost laughed as he realized that she was literally giving him a blowjob.
His cock was so overloaded with juice that it jumped up and slapped her right across the face. When the cock hit her cheek it left a little droplet of pre-cum that oozed down her face.
Donald looked down at the girl just in time to see her reach out her tongue and lick the drop of pre-cum from her cheek.
Finally she moved her head down and gulped his cock into her throat. In one move she was able to take the entire nine inches into her mouth.
Donald felt the movements of the girl's throat as she swallowed and moved her tongue along the delicate underside of his swollen gland. Her teeth brushed lightly and teasingly along the thick shaft and she dug her chin into his balls.
The girl was so delighted with what she was doing that she reached down and reached between her cunt lips so that she could start to fingerfuck herself.
Her finger was going in and out of her hot and moist cunt at the same speed that her mouth was moving up and down on the thick and broad shaft of flaming male meat.
Donald's hips were bouncing up and down on the floor and he was fucking the girl's face. Her hungry mouth was sucking the cum right out of his thickened joint.
His balls pressed up tight against his body and she felt that movement against her chin. His churning balls sent the hot load of cock juice hurtling up the length of his long fuck-pole.
And then Indira felt the cum splash out against the back of her throat. She gulped down hard and fast as the cock slapped against the side of her throat and left another load of gism in her gullet.
She was trying to swallow down every bit of it, but there' was so much cum that it began to dribble out the side of her lips.
The girl began to moan. Not only was she swallowing Donald's cock juice down, but she was also cumming from her own strenuous masturbation.
The moan that was vibrating from her mouth was affecting Donald's cock and making him shoot out even more cum than he had been. After she had sucked the last drop of his cum from his thick joint, she sucked up and down a few more times so that she was certain that there was nothing left.
Then she licked up the dribbling splotches of cum that had drooled from her lips.
As she hungrily lapped at Donald's goosebumped body, she smiled and said, "Pure protein!"
The boy shut his eyes for one moment and when he opened his eyes again, the girl with the long red hair and the clashing purple panties was pulling her wet smock back on.
Donald was still picking himself up from the cold concrete floor of the supply room, when Indira dashed out the door. He was naked so he could not follow her. His clothes were still wet and yet he pulled on his soaking jeans so that he could at least look out the door.
It had just stopped raining and the whole town looked grey from the perspective of the supply room door. No one was around, and the silence and loneliness of the street was further enhanced by the fact that Donald was sure Indira should still have been out there, rushing in one direction or another.
He could not even hear the echoes of footsteps. The girl had disappeared and the only thing that Donald knew was that his heart was either intact or that it was in tact.
The beautiful fifteen-year-old who spoke so grandly about karma had given him a blowjob on the floor of the supply room and had then disappeared.
CHAPTER SIX
The sun came out and dried up the wetness in the playground. And if a depression in the black asphalt caused a big puddle to remain that only gave more fun to the little children who splashed around.
Donald tugged his soaking wet clothes back on, with the assumption that he would soon be able to go home and change his clothes. But the playground was soon filled with youngsters and teens.
The sun had a magical affect on everything and children seemed to sprout up like new blossoms in the spring.
But as much as Donald watched among the myriad of faces and as much as he waited and looked at all of the newcomers, he did not see the beautiful girl with the long red hair who had given him the fabulous blowjob.
When it came time to close up the playground, Donald locked the gates and had to chase out the last few straggling youths.
It had certainly been a strange day. He had started the day worried that he would be arrested by the police for having raped the two fourteen-year-old girls on the previous day, and he ended the day concerned with the beautiful girl who sucked his cock and then disappeared.
To make the day even stranger, Donald had the feeling that someone was following him all the way home. He decided then that he might truly be going mad.
Although that may have been true enough about his madness, the fact that he thought he was being followed was hardly a symptom of his sickness. He really was being followed.
Neither Cassie nor Rosa knew where Donald lived and since they had decided that they should seek their own revenge for the rape rather than reporting it to the authorities, they would have to find out where the boy lived so that they could plot out their next moves.
Donald turned down one block and up another. Finally he entered a house that was not too dissimilar to the kind of houses that both Cassie's and Rosa's families lived in.
All of Bayside was basically middle class, without any very rich people or any very poor people. There was no racial or class tension in the town because everyone was able to afford about the same thing and those who could afford better did not choose to live in Bayside.
Now that Cassie and Rosa knew where Donald lived they just had to case the house and see who else was home. Rushing up to the front door of the house, Cassie was able to read the name, 'DeWitt' on the mailbox. Rosa, meanwhile, was trying to peek into the side windows.
The girls met back down the street and then tried to work out a plan. How could they get into the house? How could they subdue Donald?
Cassie began laughing, "This is ridiculous! We don't have to go to any sort of trouble at all!"
"How are we gonna get inside?" Rosa asked.
"We'll get invited!" Cassie said as she proceeded down the block toward a candy store that she saw on the corner.
"But he probably has a set of parents at home!" Rosa said.
"No one can stay in the house all the time!" Cassie said as she entered the candy store and went to the phone booth.
Dropping a dime into the phone she asked the directory assistance operator for the number of a DeWitt on Tulane Street. Then she shut the folding door of the phone booth so that she could speak privately.
Donald was alone in his house and he was playing the piano that was in the basement. He had been trying to perfect the particular piece from Turandot, when the phone rang.
Cassie was pleased to hear Donald's voice answering the phone.
"I'm glad you answered, Donald."
"Who is this?" he asked, with only a slightly defensive tone in his voice.
"Don't you know my voice? This is Cassie!" the girl said softly.
Donald's back bristled. This was one of the young girls he had raped the previous day. "What do you want?"
"Are you home alone?" she asked.
"Yes, my parents are gone for the entire evening." He didn't know-why he had given the girl that piece of information.
"I want to see you," she cooed softly.
"What do you want from me? How did you get this number?" As far as Donald knew none of the kids in the playground even knew his last name.
Cassie added a very wounded tone to her voice as she said, "You should know what I want. You're the one who gave it to me originally."
The purring sound of her voice made the boy's cock stand up in a thick erection that pressed against the fabric of his pants. His heart was beating double time as he heard this very provocative offer from the girl.
"Listen." he began. "You can't come over here. I can't let anyone know what happened."
"I'm coming over there!" Cassie said with a sharp edge to her voice. "Remember that it's up to me to determine just who knows and who doesn't know what happened between us!"
Then she slammed the phone down.
Donald tried talking into the phone after the loud slamming sound had jarred his ear. He knew that it was hopeless. The girl was coming over to his house and there was nothing that he could do about it.
He was frightened of seeing her again, as he remembered the passions that she had aroused in him the last time that they were together, and yet he was also aware of the raging hard-on in his pants as he anticipated the arrival of the luscious little blonde.
Donald ran through the house as he heard the front doorbell ring. He had not realized that the girl was so close. He tried to subtly readjust his enormous cock in his pants as he answered the door.
His brother was away, working in a summer camp and his parents had gone away for the night in order to visit his aunt. He was nervous that someone would catch him here with the fourteen-year-old girl, but he was also excited about her arrival.
When he opened the door he was doubly nervous and doubly excited to see that the beautiful little Puerto Rican girl was standing next to her blonde friend.
They did not wait for Donald to say, "Come in", but stepped directly into the living room.
"We'd like to talk to you." Cassie said in a very even tone of voice.
Donald ushered the girls down to the basement where he felt that they could comfortably relax without having to worry about scuffing the furniture.
When the phone began to ring, Donald ran back upstairs, although Cassie noticed that there was a phone on the wall of the basement. When the phone stopped ringing, she picked up the downstairs extension and heard a woman's rasping voice saying, "So we're going to stay overnight at your Aunt Sylvia's. Did you eat a good dinner? And did you take the hamburgers out to defrost for tomorrow?" The woman did not wait for the boy to answer her questions.
Then the woman on the phone continued, "Your father and I won't be home until about five tomorrow night. So you look after things tonight and you eat a hot breakfast tomorrow morning!"
That was all that Cassie needed to hear. She quietly hung up the phone as she heard Donald saying his goodbyes to his mother.
Before Donald went back down to the basement, he had to readjust his cock once more. It seemed that his cock kept growing just from the presence of the two beautiful, young girls in the house.
When he got to the basement he saw that the two girls were whispering to one another. He could not guess what they were whispering about and the next thing that he knew they were sitting apart and staring at him.
"What do you want?" he asked them, his heart thumping heavily.
"First of all," Cassie said, "I want you to know that both of our fathers know where we are. If we don't call in at a certain specified time they will come here and really do you in!" It was a bold lie, but she saw the ruddy boy turn pale as he heard this.
"Take off your clothes!" Rosa defiantly demanded.
Donald was flustered. Too many things were happening all at once. "But, what would your father think about me taking off my clothes?!"
Rosa chuckled and said, "Our fathers will hear exactly what we choose to have them hear. Now, take off your clothes."
These two girls could easily have him arrested for rape, or they could have their father's attack with a speedier form of justice that most any court would uphold.
Slowly Donald began to strip. His shirt fell to the floor and then he carefully unzipped his jeans and worked them down his muscular thighs.
Cassie and Rosa each felt the hot pussy juice that was oozing in their bodies. The sight of the stripping boy was enough to get them turned on. It took all of their control to keep them from fingerfucking themselves right then and there.
They could clearly see the. outline of the huge cock in Donald's underpants. He slid his shorts down and was naked in front of the two young girls.
Then Cassie ordered him to lie down on the floor. Donald groaned. This would be the second time today that he would be left lying on his back by a hot young girl.
As soon as Donald was on his back, Cassie tied his hands up over his head with his underwear. Then she tied his hands to the leg of the piano. Meanwhile, Rosa took Donald's shirt and used it to tie one of his feet to the chair that was nearby and she used his pants to tie his other foot to the other occasional chair.
Now that Donald was completely their prisoner, they both stood up and looked down at the boy.
"How does it feel being our prisoner instead of the other way around?" Rosa asked the boy.
He struggled in his bonds and said, "What are you going to do to me?"
"No one gave you permission to speak!" Cassie sneered derisively at her bound prisoner.
As she was speaking, she was peeling off her clothes, sliding her panties down her slender and pale legs and skinning her tee shirt up over her firmly rounded breasts.
Cassie snapped off her bra and let her breasts jiggle about and then she was ready. She stood directly over Donald.
Then she slammed her body down fast so that her snatch landed right on Donald's face. She rubbed back and forth, knowing that her juicy snatch was leaving a residue of cunt juice on the boy's lips.
He opened his mouth and anxiously tried to thrust his tongue up into her hot hole, but he could not find her hole. Finally, she squatted and spread her legs out further so that her pussy lips spread open wide and the boy was able to slip his tongue between the wrinkled flaps of flesh.
Rosa was so hot watching the cunt lapping that her friend was getting, that she was started to frig herself even before she slid out of her panties. She was wearing a pair of pale blue panties that contrasted sharply with her tan flesh. The panties had the day of the week on them, but this pair said 'Tuesday' and today was already Friday.
But in a flash the misdated panties slid right down onto the floor. Rosa leaned against Donald's piano and frigged herself. The boy looked up even though his mouth was full of pussy. He was more concerned with possible stains on his precious piano than he was with anything else, but now that he was a prisoner of this luscious young girls it was no time for him to say anything about that.
Cassie began to bounce up and down on Donald's mouth. His tongue was in between her cunt lips so that she could feel his tongue fucking her as she rode on his face.
The boy flexed and unflexed his tongue as the hot vagina split and closed up again on top of his face. When she slammed down onto him, she cut off his breath so that he was suffocating in snatch.
Cassie was enjoying her ride on the man's hot tongue.
When she slammed down onto his face, Donald tried to get his lips and his teeth around her cunt lips so that he could grasp and clutch at the tender pink flesh. The slight grazing of his lips against her cunt flesh was enough to send tingles of delight through the girl's body.
When his teeth pressed into the supple, pink flesh of her luscious and soft vagina she slammed down hard against Donald's hot face. The force of her crotch almost knocked some of his teeth out.
His teeth clamped against her cunt lips as he pulled his tongue back into his mouth. The girl doubled over forward and almost passed out as she felt her cunt flesh quivering in ecstasy.
Even though Donald's teeth were, in essence, holding her cunt closed, the pussy juice began to ooze between the flaps of wrinkled flesh that were her pussy lips.
As soon as the bound boy felt the moisture that was oozing out of the girl's body, he let go of her twat and he thrust up his tongue once again so that he could lap up the pearly fluid that her cunt was secreting.
Cassie shivered as she felt the tongue once more make contact with the softly fluttering flesh of her vagina. The rasping sides of his tongue flexed out against her pussy walls and flicked around the hot and moist and slithering hole.
His tongue was fucking her cumming cunt.
When Cassie had finished oozing her last drop of pussy juice and had felt her cunt undulate in the last undulation that she could manage that was anywhere short of a complete convulsion, she pulled up off of his face. He lifted his head from the floor in an attempt to follow the girl's crotch as it moved away from him.
But he found the main problem with being bound. Donald could not move from his bound position since all of his limbs were tied up to different pieces of furniture. He was so horny and so hungry for pussy that he wanted to keep Cassie's cunt at his lips, but since he was tied up he had no control over what happened.
Donald was soon to get his wish though. Rosa had been frigging herself as she stood and watched the hot action of Donald eating out her friend's twat. As Cassie stood up she nodded to the Puerto Rican girl and Rosa knew that if was now her turn.
In a flash Rosa had squatted down on Donald's face. The pink cunt flesh stood out sharply framed by the black pussy hairs and the tan skin of the girl.
As Donald began to hungrily lap at Rosa's hot young cunt, Cassie grabbed the boy's cock and balls. She played with the defenseless boy's penis in a rough and careless manner, tugging on his balls and twisting them a little.
Each time that Donald tried to call out in reaction to the pain that the girl was inflicting on him, his tongue would flick hard against one of the sides of Rosa's cunt walls.
The pain that Cassie was inflicting on Donald's balls was paying off in the pleasure that his tongue then gave to Rosa's pussy.
Donald had no idea of just what the girls were planning to do to him. He was frightened now that Cassie was playing with his balls, because he realized just how defenseless he was in his bound position.
He tried to pull his legs together and Cassie could see the sharp tendons standing out in the boy's thighs as he squeezed his legs in an effort to bring them together.
But his legs were not as strong as the chairs to which they were tied. He could not budge them and his balls remained an available target for the girl's attacks.
Then, Donald got the biggest surprise. Of all the things that he might have expected these two vengeful young girls to do, the last thing he expected was to have them fuck with him.
After all, they were paying him back for the fact that he had raped them just the previous afternoon.
And yet, Cassie squatted and held Donald's thickened cock up in her hand and placed the hard shaft against the lips of her pussy.
Donald felt a tingling feeling as he felt the supple and soft pink flesh surrounding his cock. He could not really think about what was happening because he was too busy concentrating on the hot pussy lips that he was licking and sucking.
He was a mass of wild sensations as he felt the cunt lips of the beautiful blonde girl clinging to his cock head and he tasted the cunt lips of the stunning Puerto Rican girl as she rode up and down on his rigid tongue.
Rosa saw some clothespins in a nearby laundry basket and she found that she was able to lean over far enough to grab up the clothespins without ever having to leave Donald's tongue.
The hot tan-skinned girl turned around and clipped the clothespins onto Donald's nipples. When the boy tried to cry out in agony, she squashed herself down to take full advantage of the movement in his mouth.
It was then that Donald realized that it was hopeless for him to try to utter a sound or to make any movement at all with his face or throat. The more effort he expended to try to free himself or to express his outrage or pain, the more pleasure he would be giving to the hot cunt that was using his mouth for satisfaction.
Meanwhile the slender blonde girl was beginning to impale herself on the wide head of the cock.
Although she had just lost her virginity the previous day, she felt as if she had her cherry back again. Her cunt was firmly closed up so that it was an effort to get the cock inside of her.
But, little by little, she felt her pussy flesh give way to the cock that was shoving into her body. The cunt walls squished out and made way for the intruding penis.
Cassie lowered herself slowly, so slowly and cautiously that it was sheer suspenseful agony for Donald, whose cock was tingling with sensual vibrations. He wanted to get down to some serious fucking!
If his hands had not been tied up he would have been able to pull the girl's hands away. The girl was supporting herself on her arms and was bending them so slowly so that she would not plunge down onto the thick fuck-rod. If he could pull her hands away, or kick her hands away, she would slide the rest of the distance down his cock and slam down hard against the balls.
But the little girl was in charge now. It was up to her to say just how the fucking would be done. She was allowing herself to slide down on the cock and she was enjoying it just as she was going.
Her cunt was steaming up a little at a time and she was feeling hotter and hotter. The juice that had been drained when she had cum into Donald's mouth was now alive again and her cunt was ready to begin oozing cunt cream.
When she was finally about six inches onto his cock, she knew that she. had passed the point of no return. She dropped the additional distance and she allowed her ass to press down against his heavily hanging balls.
Donald tried to pump his ass up and down, but the fact that he was on his back, combined with the fact that his legs were tied up and spread wide apart, kept him from being able to get a good pumping action into his movements.
Cassie was still firmly in control and Donald did not know how to react to this. One of the things that he had always liked about the youthful girls who were always the objects of his lust was that they were pliable and could be used as he wished. At least in his fantasies he found them available for his use.
In the instance when he got his fantasies, (the previous day on the floor of the girl's room), they had worked out just as he had always imagined. But now that he was tied up by the two fourteen-year-olds and they were firmly in control, he did not care for the situation at all.
The hot blonde girl who was riding his cock, did not ride him up and down as Donald would have wished. Instead she just flexed her legs so that she was tightening and untightening her pussy lips.
This was sending hot and cold chills through Donald's body. He was enjoying it and yet he wanted more. He was not satisfied with that movement!
The girl knew exactly what she was doing. She was going to get her own rocks off, but she was planning on leaving the boy bound to the basement furniture and horny.
Rosa was beginning to moan and Cassie knew then that her friend was on the verge of cumming. Cassie began to slide off of Donald's long shaft.
Donald tried to call out as he felt the exquisite torture of Cassie's soft and pink inner flesh rubbing moistly against his hard meat. Since his tongue was firmly implanted in Rosa's twat, he made no sound and yet his tongue quivered and vibrated in Rosa's tight pussy.
Cassie's fingers rammed up her well lubricated cunt once she had pulled free of Donald's cock. Immediately she began to cum and she let her cunt juice ooze out into the black curly hairs of Donald's pubic bush.
Simultaneously Rosa tugged her cunt off of Donald's face. Now all three of them were lying on the floor.
But there were some important differences. The girls were lying on the floor panting and trying to catch their breaths from the ardent orgasms that they had just experienced. Donald was still bound up to the furniture, his body spread out and his cock still "hard across his belly.
Cassie looked to her friend and then the girls began to dress. Donald looked up at Rosa as she tugged her panties that said, 'Tuesday', up her tan legs.
"When are you gonna untie me?" the horny boy asked meekly.
Cassie was just putting her bra on as she said, "Untie you? Why should we untie you?"
"Well, you can't leave me tied naked to the basement floor!" Donald cried out.
The two girls looked at each other and then Cassie turned to him and said, "Why can't we leave you naked on the basement floor?"
Donald was silent. He could not answer such an obviously rhetorical question. The girls continued dressing and the boy thought about his raging hard-on that was still lying, spitting some dribbles of pre-cum into the black hair of his belly.
"Please?" Donald said hoarsely.
"And what about yesterday?" Rosa said as she tugged her skirt up her well-rounded tan legs. "When you tied us both up on the floor of the girl's room and called us both sluts. You fucked me so hard even though you had just taken my cherry! You didn't listen to us then!"
Donald tried to look away from the fiery latin girl. He knew that she was absolutely correct. He had been brutal and unfeeling the previous day when he had raped both of the girl's in the toilet at the park.
"But," Donald said softly, "my mother will be home tonight and she will find me like this."
Cassie was rummaging through the pockets of Donald's pants and she found the boy's keys. She looked right into his face as she said, "That is bullshit! I listened in when your mother called and I know that she isn't planning to be back until tomorrow night."
The two girls went to the steps that led up to the first floor of the house. They did not even turn back to look at the naked and horny boy.
"Don't leave me like this!" Donald cried out.
"If you're good," Cassie said, "we might come back tomorrow to untie you." She bounced his house keys in her hand, knowing that she could get back into the house on the following day.
Donald groaned, "Just stroke my dick! Just stroke my hot dick two times and let me cum!"
Cassie had chosen the correct punishment for Donald. She had left him tied up on the floor of his basement, his cock just on the verge of orgasm.
The boy would not be able to touch himself and he would just have to suffer with his cum-filled balls.
Donald sighed and looked down at his naked body. He wondered if the little girls really would return the following day to untie him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Donald lay on the basement floor, the hunger and the horniness growing inside of him, he finally fell asleep.
Sleep is merciful. Donald dreamed of all that had happened to him. His dream was like an instant replay in his head. He recalled eating out Cassie's cunt and Rosa's cunt and the taste that was still in his mouth was sufficient evidence of that.
His dream also recalled how he had fucked Cassie's young and supple pussy. But his dream allowed him to cum into her pussy.
As he opened his eyes with a start he realized that his cock had splashed a load of gism all over his stomach. There was no way that he could wipe off the sticky substance and, as it began to dry the tightening mass on his belly was one further hindrance to his sleeping.
That night both Rosa and Cassie slept soundly in their respective bedrooms. It was as though the terrible incident that had begun when the wild-eyed playground attendant had raped them was now over now that they had gotten their revenge on him.
Of course it was not over as the two girls acknowledged the following morning when they met together outside of Cassie's house. They both decided that they should go and untie Donald.
They were cautious when they arrived at Donald's house. Perhaps his parents had returned home? Perhaps the boy had found some way of getting himself untied?
Going around to the side of the house, the two girls peeked into a window that was behind some shrubs. It looked down into the basement and through it they could see Donald. The boy was still tied up where they had left him.
They then unlocked the door to the house and went down to the basement. Donald was half-asleep when they went down the stairs. He had slept fitfully and had not slept longer than a half hour streteh all through the night.
When he realized that the girls were standing over him, he was not sure whether they were really there or whether he was dreaming.
But when Cassie began to speak, Donald knew that he was not dreaming. Cassie said, "Should we untie him?" and Donald jerked his head up with a start. Actually he only jerked his head up about three inches because his bonds kept him from moving any further than that.
The girls pretended that Donald was not even there as Rosa replied, "I don't know if you should untie him."
Then Cassie leaned down to Donald and addressed him, asking, "Do you truly regret having raped us?"
It took the boy a while before he could find his voice. Then he finally said, "Yes! Yes, I certainly regret having raped you!"
"And do you promise never to do such a thing to any other girl?" Rosa asked sternly.
"Believe me," Donald swore, "the last thing I would do now is to rape a young girl."
"I think he has learned his lesson!" Cassie smiled, and then she began to untie Donald's hands and legs.
When the boy was still sitting naked on the floor and feeling his wrists to try to make the numbness go away, the girls ran out of the house so fast that he didn't even have time to say anything to them.
A tired and worn-out Donald dragged himself into the shower and then tugged on his clothes as quickly as he could. He was hungry and exhausted and still a little bit horny, but he was also very late for his job at the playground. He did not want to have to lose that job!
As he ran to the playground he realized that all of his problems had been caused by his involvement with the playground. The job had offered too much temptation for a boy who was hot for younger girls.
When he turned the corner and was running directly towards the playground, he realized that the playground was already opened. He had expected that he would be faced with a squad of furious youngsters who would be trying to get into the locked playground.
Donald could not understand how the playground had gotten open. He was certain that he had the keys to the playground and that he had locked it when he left the previous night.
He got inside the playground and was shocked to see that the door to the supply room was open. He knew that he could not have been stupid enough to have left the supply room door open.
Then a beautiful girl stepped out of the supply room.
Although Donald was so distracted about the condition of the playground and was so worried about the supply room having been opened, he could not help but notice that the girl was very beautiful.
She was not at all his type. He really felt that he should have called her a woman instead of a girl. She had short hair that was somewhat brownish and somewhat blondish.
Her curls surrounded her face. Her lips had a deep color of lipstick on them that made them look very luscious and desirable. Her eyes were so wide and large, and her eyelashes were so long and dark that the girl did not need any make-up.
Even though she was wearing a tee shirt and cut-off shorts, she looked like she could have been a luxurious movie queen.
Donald went striding angrily across the playground and when he got up to the beautiful girl he said, "Okay, what's going on here? What are you doing here?"
"I work here," she said in a matter-of-fact tone and yet her voice could have melted butter, it was so mellow and sensual.
"Oh!" Donald said, withering before her glance. Glance is hardly the word for the exploring look that she gave the boy. Her eyes moved up and down his body, stopping meaningfully at his full crotch.
"Don't tell me that you're Donald?" she said, her lips curling slightly in a smile that did not give away its hidden meaning. He could not tell whether she was laughing at him or whether she was smiling an approving glance at him.
"What do you mean when you sayjhat you work here?" Donald asked hesitantly. His naturally paranoid mind began to conclude that since he had been late for work this morning, the park department had replaced him. But he knew that they could not have possibly done that so soon.
"Didn't the park department tell you?" the girl asked.
When Donald shook his head, indicating that they had not told him, the girl smiled a broad grin and said, "Isn't that just like them. They are the height of incompetence! They decided that you had too much work to do and that you needed an assistant. So they hired me."
Offering her hand to the boy, she said, "My name is Crystal. Crystal Allen."
Donald blushed as the girl caught him staring at her large boobs. Her nipples were clearly outlined in the tight white tee shirt that she was wearing.
As he looked up at her face, she did not seem to have any serious objections to the fact that Donald had been staring at her boobs. She casually brushed her hand over her erect nipples as if to indicate that she was very proud of her breasts.
Fortunately they were interrupted by some youngsters who wanted their basketball inflated, so Donald was able to get his mind back onto his work.
But all day long he was right on the verge of getting erections. He would keep watching each time that Crystal would lean over to get something or each time he would see her rush over in one direction or another and he would watch her boobs bouncing up and down in her tight tee shirt.
Her entire body was the body of a fully grown woman, instead of a girl's body-the sort that Donald had always sought.
It was as if he were looking with new eyes. He saw the beauty of the well-rounded curve that was Crystal's ass. He saw the beauty of the well-developed breasts that came to a sharp point beneath the tee shirt.
Crystal held her head up high and she did not wear unnecessary make-up the way that the younger girls did. The younger girls were so thrilled with having make-up and bras that they had not learned how much sexier they could be with less make-up and with no bras at all.
In the course of the day, the two playground attendants had a chance to talk to each other.
Donald discovered that Crystal was a physical education major at the local college. She was twenty-one, which made her two years older than Donald, but he didn't even stop to think about that fact.
Up until the previous day he thought that he would never be able to be interested in any girl who was older than he was. In fact, he was sure that he would never be able to get a hard-on over any girl who was over the age of fifteen.
But now he was unable to control his desire for the healthy specimen of womanhood who was working in such close proximity to him.
Once when he was going out of the supply room, she was on her way into the room. He brushed the front of his body against the curve of her denimmed hip. When that happened he was sure that his hard cock was going to burst right through the fabric of his own shorts.
Crystal told Donald that she was renting an apartment near the college campus. He knew that there were no apartment buildings in Bayside, but she clarified later on and explained that she was staying in an apartment that was over the garage of a family with a nice little split level house.
As the two of them were about to lock up the playground for the day, Crystal suggested that Donald drop by her apartment. Donald suddenly became very flustered and confused. He was stammering nervously like a little schoolboy.
In truth, the boy was not used to dealing with a woman. He was not experienced in dealing with a mature relationship and intelligent, adult social intercourse.
But Crystal was very gentle and kind. She opened her large eyes very wide and she explained to Donald that she had just transferred to this school from her other college and that she didn't know anyone in town.
It would have been impossible for Donald to turn down the girl's invitation then. He even went one step further and before he even realized what he was doing, he had invited the girl out to dinner.
"But for one little thing, Don." She had already started to call him by that shorter name. "We're both making the same salary. It would be silly for you to pay for my dinner."
The girl was so insistent that they function as two equals that there was very little that Donald could do to change her mind. He also knew that she was very right. He really was not making that much of a salary, and he really could not afford to take girls out on dates.
Crystal was very generous in offering to pay for her own dinner.
As the two of them walked back over to Crystal's apartment, Donald realized how different it was to deal with a mature woman instead of a young girl.
He did not have to listen to the giggling and he did not have to listen, to the silly jabbering that a young girl does. He recalled some of the conversations he had heard in the course of the summer. He remembered one rather unintelligent girl who spoke about becoming an anesthesiologist, even though she could not pronounce the word. She had decided that the only thing that was needed to do that job was to stop in at the hospital and give someone gas and pick up a check for four-hundred dollars.
And the references that young girls made could get to be so obnoxious and irritating.
Young girls would talk about television stars as if they were the height of great art and young girls would give meaningful replies to questions such as, "Well, if my parents can afford a fifty-seven-thousand dollar house, I think they can afford to give me piano lessons if I want them!"
Now that Donald was with Crystal he was amazed at the difference. Here was a fellow human being. One that he could converse with and respect.
He had forgotten that in order to have a meaningful sexual experience there has to be some sort of feeling between two people! Or perhaps he had never learned that in the first place.
As the two of them conversed avidly, Donald discovered that he had a great many things in common with Crystal.
They were both interested in sports and in physical fitness and they both liked good music. When Donald mentioned the opera 'Turandot', Crystal immediately began to hum the 'Nessun Dorma' aria. This jarred the boy for a moment because he remembered that as the same piece he had been humming when he first took little Rosa Moline's cherry.
Crystal put the boy at his ease with her cheerful manner. This was another important thing for Donald. Perhaps the reason that he always wanted to deal with the young ones was that he would hot have to face the social responsibilities and obligations that would come from dating someone of his own age!
With a little girl, one who automatically looked up to him because of his being older, he would not have to worry about the sort of rejection that a girl like Crystal might give him. A little girl would form no valid opinions on Donald's opinions, so he never had to risk anything.
Now, when he told Crystal that he had always admired and wished to emulate the works of Bizet, he realized that he had stuck his neck out.
Fortunately for Donald, Crystal was a warm and feeling girl. She disagreed with him and felt that Verdi was much more to be admired than Bizet. And yet she treated his opinion with respect and she disagreed with him in a pleasant way.
He had always felt invulnerable and untouchable when he dealt with the young girls. Now that he was with a girl he could honestly relate to, he knew that he would not be invulnerable from her attacks or opinions. He would just have to have a little more faith in himself.
As he thought back on the way in which young girls would be derisive of each other and be unkind, (they would not dare be derisive to him because he was an older boy), he truly appreciated being with someone of his own age.
By that time they had arrived at Crystal's apartment. She led Donald around to the garage and past the peering eyes of the housewife who lived in the split level house, the woman who was her landlady.
Crystal whispered to Donald, saying, "That's Mrs. Fowler, but I like to call her Mrs. Prowler. She's such a terrible snoop."
Donald laughed nervously as he said, "There's nothing for her to snoop at. We're just on our way up to your apartment." Then the boy swallowed hard and looked away as Crystal gave him a meaningful look.
As the girl closed the door of her apartment behind her, Donald looked around the room and saw that it was a one room place. The two burner stove and the tiny refrigerator were off in an alcove and the bed was leaning up next to a window.
When he saw the bed, the boy got an instant erection. He turned and looked at Crystal and she smiled back.
She moved right up to him and kissed him full on the lips.
Then her mouth opened and Donald, understanding, slid his tongue between her red lips. He discovered then that her dark lipstick was flavored. She was wearing wild cherry and that had always been one of Donald's favorite flavors.
His tongue found hers and their two mouth muscles slid back and forth, rubbing tip to tip. Then his tongue curled up around hers and the tongues began to wrestle around inside the girl's hot mouth.
Donald's tongue was making circles around Crystal's tongue, and her tongue was moving in circles around his. Tip to tip and then with the tips of their tongues brushing against the sides of their partner's tongues.
The girl's hands moved down Donald's back. When she found the bottom of his tee shirt she put her hands under his shirt and slid them up his bare back.
It was as if she were exploring and assessing every muscle in his body. Donald's hands reached up under Crystals blouse and felt the smoothness of her skin.
He would have been too embarrassed to admit it to the girl, but he had never before been with a girl who was as old as this. The twenty-one year old girl was the oldest sex partner he had had yet.
But her skin was just as soft and smooth as the skin of a younger girl. The silky flesh was good to the touch and the muscles beneath the skin all felt responsive and quick to his touch.
It was clear to him that Crystal was revved up and ready to go.
They both slid down to the floor together. Gently and lovingly they tugged at each other's clothes.
When Donald had pulled up the girl's tee shirt he began to tongue and lick at her pointy nipples, nibbling gently and licking circles around her breasts.
Crystal was just as anxious to taste the hot hairs on the boy's chest. She tugged at them with her teeth and she licked at his salty skin with her tongue.
While she was doing this, she was working on Donald's belt. The girl unzipped his pants and began to tug them down.
Now he appreciated yet another difference between the younger and the older girls. Young girls had to be ordered about if they were to take off his pants or such. The other option was that Donald would just have to undress himself and climb into bed.
But Crystal was mature and had a true understanding of the pleasures that a man and a woman can share. She knew that stripping was an important and very enjoyable part of sex.
As Crystal was taking down Donald's pants, she was sticking her tongue into his belly button and sending the boy into wild fits of suppressed laughter.
She noticed the bulge in the boy's white jockey shorts and she gave the hunk of male meat a little loving squeeze.
As she put her long and elegant fingers into the elastic waistband of his underpants, he lifted his chunky ass off of the floor so that she could easily tug his shorts down.
She left his jockey shorts tangled up in his hairy, well-muscled thighs and turned her attention to his rock-hard cock. Crystal put her lips around the cock head and swirled her tongue around the flared head, licking hard against the piss slit.
When she took her face away from his cock, she began to laugh wildly.
"What is it?" Donald called out, his paranoia rampant.
Between giggles, Crystal pointed to Donald's cock and said, "You have lipstick stains on your cock!"
And then both of them were rolling around the floor laughing. But though they were laughing, none of the sexual fire was doused.
As they rolled around the floor they continued to tug at each other's clothes. Donald found that Crystal was wearing black lace panties that looked very elegant clinging to her hips.
As he tugged the denim shorts off of the girl, he was shocked by the contrast between the casual blue jean fabric and the slinky black lace.
A moment later as the two of them were lying together almost naked, Donald realized that he was only wearing his sneakers and white socks and that Crystal was only wearing her black lace panties.
Now all of his fantasies were lop-sided. As he looked at his sneakers in juxtaposition with her black panties, he felt that he was the schoolboy and she was the older woman.
His passion had always been for younger girls and his fantasies had always involved his being the aggressor, but he was now learning to appreciate being with a woman who knew what she wanted and who knew how to go about getting it.
As they rolled about on the floor, he found himself at her belly. His rough fingers tenderly ran along the edge of her black lace panties. He was pulling on them so gently that they were hardly moving and the girl only felt a little flutter at her belly.
Then he pulled them down and revealed her chestnut brown pussy patch. He kissed the hairs around her cunt lips as the girl lifted her hips up so that he could slide her panties all the way down her long and slender legs.
He touched her legs as though he were touching a precious statue. Her legs were so delicately curved and the muscles beneath her flesh were so perfectly rounded that he held his breath in adoration of the girl.
His fingers tenderly touched the wrinkled flesh of her cunt lips and he was delighted to find that she was already moist from some cunt juice that had dribbled out of her snatch.
Donald wanted a taste immediately and so he quickly mashed his face against the open cunt lips. His tongue dug into her body and he began to lap up and down against the walls of flesh that were her tender insides.
When Crystal pulled away from him, he thought that she was angry with him for having been so impetuous. But he saw that she was smiling as she ran her long fingers around the side of Donald's oval, olive-skinned face.
"It's been a rough day," she said. "How about a shower?"
He walked behind the girl as she led the way into her bathroom. As he watched her well-rounded ass move from side to side, he was aware that his thickened nine incher was swaying in front of him.
Crystal leaned into the tub shower and turned on the water. She stepped into the shower and Donald, hot and horny as he was, almost followed her right in without remembering to take off his shoes and socks.
When Donald stepped into the tub the water was already running down Crystal's well-rounded and supple body. Donald moved close to the girl and pressed his body against hers.
The water splashed against him and matted his thick black hair against his head. It ran into the curly hair on his chest and soon all of the hair on his body was glistening with water.
As he kissed Crystal softly he watched the water wending its way down the soft curly hair and onto her brow. The water ran down her perfectly chiselled nose and hovered for a moment at the edge. Then the droplet ran toward the side of her nose and circled her luscious and inviting mouth.
Even with her lipstick washed off, Crystal still seemed to have a wet and delicious mouth.
Donald watched as the droplet of water ran down the side of Crystal's cheek and then slid quickly along her patrician neck. It was slowed down slightly as it came to the sharp curve that was her right breast.
The droplet of water seemed to move along the pink flesh of her breast as if it were caressing the skin and delighting in the rounded shape.
Then the water droplet paused as it was about to approach the hard bit of pin that was the girl's right nipple. It circled the tit with a reverence and hovered as if it were threatening to fall once more.
But then the droplet sidetracked quickly and ran into the cleavage that was between the girl's two breasts When it reappeared from the firm mounds of flesh that had surrounded it, the droplet of water sped along down the center of the girl's belly.
It almost disappeared into her belly button, but then it reappeared and splashed down into the wispy, pale brown pussy hairs that surrounded her supple pink lips.
And as that droplet of water was lost in the patch of brown cunt hairs and moistened the already moist lips of her cunt, Donald slid down to his knees.
Ignoring the rain of water that was splashing down all around him, Donald-opened his mouth and began to lick at the lips of the girl's hot vagina. His tongue made a little circle around the beautiful pink flesh of her this most tender part of her body.
His teeth took little nips from the pink flesh and his tongue licked at 'the tasty morsel as if he were trying to ease away the pain.
Then he rammed his tongue up her cunt and he licked all the sides of her cunt walls. When he pressed his tongue against one side of her pliable pussy flesh, he found that the pussy bounced back at him and pressed back against his tongue.
She felt the scratchy feel of the boy's unshaven cheeks against the tender and pale skin on the inside of her thighs.
Her thighs pressed down against his face, squeezing him very tight. Crystal felt that she was about to cum and she did not want to cum this way. She wanted to have a full, sharing thing with Donald.
Pulling her cunt away from his hungry mouth she said, "Stand up."
The boy rose. The two of them pressed against each other. His hands clutched at the rounded cheeks of her ass and he felt the stormy torrent of water that was splashing against their bodies still.
"Fuck me!" Crystal whispered.
The two of them remained standing in the shower for a little while and then they both decided to try to figure out the best possible way to fuck in the tub shower.
Crystal turned her back on Donald and she leaned forward against the wall. He ran his hands over the firmly fleshed cheeks of the girl's beautiful ass.
As she leaned forward he was able to see that the fuzzy lips of her cunt were visible between her well-rounded thighs. He ran his index finger along the softly furred crack and the girl shivered in delight.
His rigid cock was sticking straight out from his body and he placed the head of it at the lips of her cunt.
It was Donald's turn to shiver as he felt his cock head being sucked in between the tight and clinging lips of her pussy. He pressed forward but soon realized that the girl was not bent over far enough.
The angle of the boy's cock and the angle of the girl's pussy were not right. Crystal would either have to bend over a little further, or else Donald would have to lean backwards a little.
He tried to push his cock down a little bit, but his meat was so rigidly hard that his push only served to make it harder.
The two young people looked at each other and smiled a shared, frustrated smile. They knew that there had to be some sensible way to fuck in the shower.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The water of the shower was still running and splashing over their two naked bodies."
Crystal got down in the tub. Her curly hair was now totally soaked and sticking to her head. Now that the little bit of make-up that she wore was completely washed off, Donald could clearly see that she was a very beautiful girl even without a drop of make-up.
She got on her back and did not mind all of the wet enamel of the tub bottom that was beneath her back. The tub was a little too short to allow Crystal to stretch out, but she was able to bring her knees up to her shoulders.
Donald saw that the delicately fringed love slit was once again fully exposed between the supple flesh of her white thighs. His rigid cock knew what to do.
In a flash, the boy was lying on top of her and his thick cock head was placed at the lips of her cunt. He was pressing his dick hard into the girl and he could tell that now they were at the correct angle.
His cock slid into her yielding pussy as she pushed her body up, trying to get more and more of his cock to go into her, faster and harder.
Finally she felt his cum-filled balls slap against her rounded ass. He ground his body back and forth so that she could feel his cock against all the sides of her cunt walls.
Donald was so hot that he was ready to explode immediately. He tried to hold back on the steaming cum that was about to spurt out of his cock.
Crystal understood what was happening when the boy remained still for a moment. Donald appreciated the sensitivity that this girl had to his needs and feelings and he understood this as another valuable asset of dealing with a more mature sex partner.
He began to tug out of her pussy and then he shoved back into her. At first his fucking motions were little more than little movements of one inch into her and one inch out of her. But then his one Inch became two inches and his two inches became three inches.
Soon he was long-dicking her, pulling the whole length of his cock out of her cunt and then slamming the whole length back into her.
When he pulled out, leaving only his broad cock head inside of her pussy lips, her whole cunt would feel empty as if he had left a sudden vacuum.
Each time he would slam into the girl, he would feel a wonderful friction as the tight cunt lips would run along the whole length of his tingling and throbbing cock.
It was as if his cock were being scratched of an unreachable itch.
And then he slammed his cock in harder than any of the other ramming movements.
Crystal felt the throbbing of the vein on the bottom of Donald's cock and she knew that he was about to cum inside of her pussy.
As soon as his cock slammed up and hit the side of her cunt walls, her cunt walls responded in a similar thrusting. Then it was cock and cunt. Cunt against cock. Cock slamming and ramming into cunt, while cunt tightened and fought off the cock.
Neither of them could breath because the water from the shower-was splashing down on them with such force and ferocity. But neither of them really cared.
Meanwhile in another part of town, Rosa, the beautiful fourteen-year-old Puerto Rican girl, was stripping out of her clothes so that she could go to bed.
But she was not in her own bedroom. She was in Cassie's bedroom, since her mother had given her permission to sleep over at this friend's house.
The two girls were going to get into their nighties together. Rosa noticed the way that Cassie looked at her body and her beautifully rounded boobs. She remembered that the two of them had recently tried out frigging one another but that they had been interrupted.
She would never forget the interruption from their frigging since it had" ended in their rape. Both Cassie and Rosa had lost their cherries within five minutes of each other.
Cassie spoke the words that Rosa was expecting, "There's something that we've left unfinished."
Rosa had been planning to look at her pretty blonde friend and stare her down, but as soon as Cassie had spoken these words Rosa found that her cunt was aching and about to ooze out pussy juice.
She could not help herself. Rosa smiled a broad smile at the other girl. Cassie smiled back at her friend and stood up. The two girls embraced.
But as Cassie began to reach for Rosa's black-fringed cunt lips, Rosa stopped her and said, "But I can't forget about what happened."
"No one is telling you to .forget!" Cassie said.
Rosa looked down, but she could not look at the floor, the view was blocked by Cassie's large boobs that projected way out in front of her.
Cassie pressed her lips softly against Rosa's lips. "We got raped!" .she said in a matter-of-fact voice. "Now that it's over we have to accept the fact that it was just one of those things. Just one of those crazy things!"
The church down the block began to chime. The girls both turned and listened to hear it ring out nine o'clock. Then as they turned back to each other, there was one more clang that discordantly rang from the church.
The two girls laughed as Rosa said, "One of those bells that now and then rings?"
Cassie nodded and replied, "Just one of those things!"
Laughing, the two girls fell down on the bed in a passionate embrace. In a moment they both had their nighties off and they were rolling around in each other's arms.
They were discovering all that there was for two fourteen-year-old girls ro find out about sex. Whatever else had happened to them, they were still very hot-blooded girls and they had needs that could not wait.
The two beautiful girls were very lucky to have one another!
Back at Crystal's apartment, she and Donald were drying each other off. She paid particular attention to drying off his long cock and helped it to grow longer once again.
He paid just as much attention to drying off the cunt lips that were so supple and hot. And yet the more he tried to dry it, the moister it seemed to become.
They fell down together onto the bed, their lips locked together.
But after a moment Donald pulled away from the girl.
"What's the matter?" Crystal asked, running her long fingernail across his hairy back.
Donald shrugged and said, "I don't know if I can tell you."
"I wish you would!" she said with great sincerity in her voice.
Donald sat up on the bed and cleared his throat. He could have just let this be a pleasant evening, just like a thousand other evenings that boys and girls across the town were having. But he had to bring up something that was troubling him.
There was something very special about the girl that had touched him and affected him. He wanted to share something of himself with her.
"I have a sex problem," Donald said in a flat tone of voice.
"You sure didn't seem like you had a problem when you were fucking me!" she remarked with a lilt in her voice. But when she saw that Donald was deadly serious she apologized for having made the joke.
The boy had to clear his throat again. Then he slowly and cautiously continued. "I'm hot for young girls. I mean girls who are only thirteen or fourteen."
And then Donald proceeded to tell her the story of the two lovely girls that he had been so hot for. He did not leave out any of the details. He told Crystal how he had peeked through, the grating and seen the little blonde girl frigging with the little Puerto Rican girl.
He told her how he slammed into the girl's room, tied up the two girls and raped them. And then he explained the way that the girls had come to his house and, threatening to reveal his attack, tied him up and tormented him, finally leaving him tied up with a raging unsatisfied hard-on all night long.
"And that," Donald explained, "as the reason why I was late this morning to open the playground. But when I got to the playground I saw you there." Donald shrugged. "Something snapped. Up till this morning I had only been hot for the young ones, and you are the first mature woman that I've even fucked."
There was a long silence between them. Donald was sorry that he had chosen to have this conversation while he was naked. He felt very undressed at this moment. It was more than just being nude, he. felt that the woman was really looking at him.
"If you want to kick me out now I'll understand."
Crystal shook her head and pressed Donald's hand. "We all have our problems. I can't say that I approve of your having popped the cherries of those two fourteen-year-olds, but if what you tell me of their revenge is true, then they certainly seem to be pretty hot on their own."
"As for telling me that I'm the first mature woman you've ever been hot for," Crystal continued. "And as for telling me that I'm the first mature woman you've ever been hot for," Crystal continued with a broad grin. "I am really complimented by that."
It was like a wave of relief washing over Donald as he listened to the girl talking. He knew that the two of them would have a real relationship.
Donald and Crystal did begin dating then and they began to fuck regularly, even though snoopy Mrs. Fowler kept threatening to throw Crystal out of the apartment.
When Donald went to an analyst to discuss his previous passion for young girls, the doctor informed him that what had happened was that the young girls themselves had used a kind of shock and revulsion therapy on him.
His fantasies had always placed the young girls in a position where he was in control and unthreatened by them. He could insult their intellects and at the same time he could jerk off dreaming about touching them.
When Rosa and Cassie had attacked him and forced him to serve them, he suddenly saw young girls in a new light!
Suddenly the young girls that he had always dreamed about did not seem worth the effort and the boring conversation and the inane giggling that he had had to put up with in order to have them.
And his analyst made him realize one other thing. Everyone is hot for the young ones! That's right! Every single guy is hot for the young ones!
There was only one difference between Donald and most of the other sensible guys in the world. A sensible man recognizes that the young ones are great for looking at or patting occasionally on the behind, but he knows that that is all that they are good for!
When the average man beats off the average age of his jack-off subject is very young indeed. And when his cock is up the old familiar hole of his loving wife, he is thinking of a tighter hole in a more slender body.
Although he is fucking his wife he is thinking of a young girl!
Some may think that it is a shame that all of the youthful flesh is going to waste, but those, like Donald, who have had real experience with the young ones know that they may be beautiful but they are not worth all of the bother!
The rest of Donald's college career went by smoothly. He continued seeing Crystal for more than a year and when they split up it was as two mature adults who recognized that they had differences and were able to realize that a split-up was no reason for an inferiority complex or for a game of blaming your partner for all of your shortcomings.
Donald went on to find other girls in school who were of interest to him. None of them became as steady as his relationship with Crystal, but all of them were fully matured girls of eighteen or nineteen.
His full sex life continued all the way through graduate school and up to the point where he was teaching music in a college in a nearby town.
He was already in his second year of teaching at this school, when one of his students came in to speak to him. Actually it was a girl who wanted to get into his class, but she was not sufficiently advanced in the school.
Before she had even entered the room she was already talking a mile a minute, saying; "Oh, Mr. DeWitt, you've got to let me take your piano theory class because I know that I have all of this talent that needs to be developed...."
As he swung around in his swivel chair, the girl was suddenly silent. She was staring at him with great gaping eyes and a shocked expression on her face.
"Please don't look at me as if you were a fish out of water," he said with a cutting edge to his voice.
She choked a little bit as she said, "Mr. DeWitt, Donald, don't you remember me?"
He looked at the beautiful young woman who stood before him. Her well-rounded breasts seemed like two cannons aimed straight at his head. The light summer dress that she was wearing hardly seemed able to contain her full and sensuous body.
Even though she was no longer acting surprised her lips still seemed to be pursed and puckered in a small, lipsticked reaction of shock. Her eyes were very wide and blue and her rounded, almost angelic face, was framed in her curly blonde hair.
How could he possibly not remember this girl? She had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She looked as if she were about nineteen or twenty and she was all of the bloom and perfection of youth.
"Who are you?" he finally had to ask.
She raised herself up to full height and said, "You may call me Miss Caswell."
"Cassie!" he cried out, dropping all of his authoritarian tone.
But the girl was already wounded over the fact that he had not remembered her. She took on a very clipped and proper tone as she said, "I'd just like to speak to you about your music theory class."
"Why did you come to me?" Donald asked suspiciously. He knew that there were a few instructors who taught the same course and that most of them were more experienced than he was.
"I didn't know who you were. I came to you because I heard you were the best!" In her effort to be business-like she had successfully massaged his ego.
Donald cleared his throat and moved in his seat, trying to subtly readjust the lump that had grown large in his pants. "Who is your favorite composer?" he asked her.
Without hesitation the stunning blonde girl said, "Bizet!"
He asked her a few more questions and then chuckled as he said, "You know there are some people who have said that my music sounds a bit like Bizets!"
Miss Caswell leaned forward, her eyes widening with interest as she said, "Really?"
Donald nodded and said, "In fact there is one noted authority on music who has said that my accompaniments sound just like Bizet's." But as he cockily leaned back in his swivel chair, his chair gave way and collapsed beneath him.
The next thing he knew, Donald was lying on the floor, beside the toppled swivel chair. The beautiful Miss Caswell was leaning over him and stroking his brow.
As Donald looked up into the angelic face of the sensuously rounded-blonde girl, he watched her breasts oozing out of her summer dress.
"Are you alright, Mr. DeWitt!" the girl asked anxiously.
How could any man be less than alright when he was looking down the dress of such a fabulous girl as Miss Cassie Caswell.
A soft smile spread across Donald's lips as he said, "I think that you can call me Donald!"
She mirrored his smile and then said, "But mightn't people get the wrong idea if they were to hear me call you by your first name!"
"You have a point there, Miss Caswell. A stupid one, but a point nonetheless!" And as he spoke he gently eased the girl over. By the time he was finished he was lying on top of her and she was lying with her back on the floor.
His hand was running up the bottom of her dress. Donald was marvelling at the tender feel of the firmly fleshed thighs. Her skin was so white and her body was so rounded all over.
And then he caught a glimpse of the girl's red lace panties. Everything came back to him. The girl knew immediately that Donald was aware of everything.
She had been wearing red lace panties on the day that Donald had raped her and taken her virginity, and now that she was a young woman, away at college and living on her own, she always wore red lace panties.
Donald clearly remembered the tender girl of fourteen that he had tied up on the floor of the girl's room in the playground. But now all of the curves of her body were fuller and firmer.
Cassie was remembering the nine inch cock that she had experienced back before she knew enough to appreciate a nine inch cock.
Their memories soon turned into actions and they were on top of the desk, naked. Donald was about to enter the cunt of the stunning young blonde. He was particularly heated up by the fact that she was wearing red lace panties. She had always been partial to those type ever since she wore them on the day that she had lost her cherry!
Just then the door to his office opened and the reserved woman who ran the music department gasped as she saw the beautiful sight of the entwined young bodies. "Wh-what? What?!" was all that she could say.
Donald was just as stunned, but the well-rounded blonde who was hot to get fucked just looked up and said, "Get out of here, you old biddy!" and added, "I happen to be Miss Caswell. An old friend of Mr. De Witt's mother!"
