Chapter 5
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.