The Caretaker's Playground Blackmail
by Bob Walters
(BBB-419)


FOREWORD 

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!" 


THE END
