Chapter 8
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!"