Chapter 7
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.