Chapter 1
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.