Sarah loved the meadow, where she was gathering the golden dandelions. She had always loved it, and went there in her solitary moods, to be alone.
This particular evening, she was thinking of Molly's graphic description of how she had been raped.
Sarah wanted more than anything to feel a big hot cock in her sweet little cunt. She had wanted it since she was about ten years old.
But Molly had been the lucky one.
When Sarah left school, she went home and left her books on her desk, and went out to be alone. She had thought initially of going down by the lake, but the agreement among the girls (which Hill had not heard, since he left before the bell rang for afternoon classes, to avoid being seen), was that Anita would get first shot at the lake territory, to be followed by Debrah, and then Donna, and then Sarah.
Sarah had let them all have first choice, since she tended to be a sweet-tempered, rather self-effacing girl. As she gathered the bright weeds, she wished she hadn't been so forebearing.
Her cunt was creaming, and she had a wild desire to frig herself right here in the meadow.
As the idea grew on her she thought to herself, why not? Who passed this way at this time of night? Most of the children were probably playing in their back yards. There were no boys in the woods tonight, playing cops and robbers, or cowboys and Indians.
There was only Sarah, under a darkening sky, watching the first stars of evening appear, gathering dandelions to make a belt with.
And the more she thought about the idea, the more she liked it. Her pursuit for dandelions took her closer and closer to the woods.
She stood up and looked around. There was plenty of shrubbery. She became so rapt in thought that she didn't hear the crackling which indicated a heavy footstep behind her.
The impact of the man's body against hers jarred her. She felt a hand over her mouth, and felt herself lifted easily in a pair of powerful arms, and dragged toward the woods.
Her eyes opened wide, as fear filled her with icy-cold fingers. And then her heart began to pound like a trip hammer in her young breast. It must be the rapist! At least, Sarah hoped it was.
At the same time, she experienced an acute anxiety. What if he weren't as nice with her as he had been with Molly? What if he hurt? What if he killed her?
Molly hadn't told her mother what had happened, and Sarah, being dragged into the darkness of the woods, now regretted that Molly hadn't said anything. It was a terrible thing, raping a young girl.
Sarah, for all she wanted cock, didn't want it, now that the moment was upon her. It was a fateful moment, as it is with any virgin, especially when the virgin was only thirteen years old.
She shivered, and her icy cold fingers gripped at the hand around her mouth, as she struggled to free herself.
"Be quiet," said the man in a deep, rasping kind of voice.
Sarah obeyed.
The man pushed her down onto the earth, his hand still over her mouth. With his other hand, he reached under Sarah's skirt, and she felt him fumbling with her panties. Sarah thought that her breath had been sucked out of her lungs.
Her struggles were instinctive, but faint, because the desire welled up in her. So far, he hadn't hurt her, and the description of the man Molly gave fit this man – the dark cape – the mask over his eyes.
The man pulled her panties off quickly, and then spread her legs, kneeling down between them. Sarah whimpered behind the firm hand which covered her mouth.
And then she felt the man's hand cupping her muff. She stiffened for a moment, and then she felt the hot, fabulous ripples of warm pleasure coursing through her body.
The man's hand on her muff was totally different from her own soft hands, when she frigged herself. She was wet and hot and ready, her pussy lips swollen and pouting from beneath her plump white outer lips.
She felt the man's finger moving up and down over her sensitive sex flesh, and hot flashes of sensual bliss ran through her.
She felt him slip one finger almost delicately into her little dripping hole. She heard him grunt, as he lowered himself on her body.
She heard the harsh rasping of metal on metal, as the man lowered the zipper of his fly. The woods were very dark now, and she could barely make out the dim white length of his massive prick.
The size of it scared her, and she started to struggle again. She felt that he would kill her with that thing.
But perhaps he wouldn't. She remembered Molly describing it as huge, bigger than she thought a cock should be.
She moaned, as she felt his hot flesh press against the wet entrance of her pussy.
Slowly the man pushed inward, and Sarah forgot to struggle, as she felt his huge, hard ram rod slipping into her tiny fuck hole.
She lay, spread-eagled beneath his big body, as his hot cock slipped into her, spreading her pussy walls wide. The sensation was indescribable to the little girl.
She almost stopped breathing as she felt the hot waves of pleasure rush upward, until her head was buzzing, and her ears rang with the lust which took possession of her.
Molly was right. It was wonderful! And he wasn't hurting her.
She closed her eyes, and her body relaxed, as the man's cock pushed in farther and farther. Then she felt it against her hymen.
She stiffened again, because Molly said that was the only time it hurt. But all little girls of Sarah's age knew that it hurt at least a little bit the first time, she reasoned.
She felt the man's cock push inward roughly. Her body arched up as she felt the sharp sting, felt the welling up of her virgin blood, and then she relaxed again, as the man's cock pushed deep, deep into her tiny little hole.
His cock was buried balls-deep in her quivering quim. For awhile, his cock remained still in her cunt, as if he were letting her get used to the phenomenal length and breadth of it.
Then he started to move in and out of her. Sarah's breathing became labored and harsh as the man's cock pulled out to the tip, and then moved in again, slowly. Each thrust sent hot furrows of pleasure coursing through Sarah.
She kept her eyes closed, and forgot to struggle. She shivered as the pleasure grew and grew, like a lurid plant, in the depths of her belly.
Almost instinctively, she brought her knees up, exposing more of her muff to the man's cock. As he thrust inward, she felt his hairy groin, pressing against her sensitive pink sex flesh.
Her clitoris tingled with bliss as the wiry hairs tickled it. His balls tickled her quivering ass cheeks, as she lay beneath the man's weight.
The man kept pumping in and out of her cunt, slowly. Sarah felt every inch of her cuntal flesh massaged by the huge dick as it pistoned in and out of her. He massaged every bit of her dripping, silky inner flesh.
Her juices which had been flowing anyway, welled up and flowed even more lavishly down around the man's cock, lubricating it, making its passage in and out of her cunt easier. And the easier it got, the more pleasure Sarah felt.
It was so wonderful that Sarah almost wanted to cry.
She started to hump her hips upward, wanting to feel the man's dick deeper and deeper into her aroused, newly-opened fuck hole. She felt her walls spread before the man's cock, as it slid in and out of her.
She felt strange, demanding, pleasurable sensations well up in her belly. She grunted against the man's hand which still covered her mouth.
She felt weak. She felt hot and cold at the same time. She felt as if she were going to faint, possibly die, but the feelings were all so fabulous, that the lust-besotted Sarah didn't care.
Her hips started bucking up into the man's cock with more and more fury, driven to wild action by the feelings which seemed to take possession of her cunt, and give it a mind of her own.
Her whole body shuddered violently as the feelings continued to build in her, driving her crazy.
She ground her muff heavily against the man's hairy groin. Her pussy lips were even more swollen than they had ever been, and the flesh felt as if it were on fire.
Her inflamed clitoris twitched and jerked under the hot tickling stimulation of the man's thick hairs.
The ecstasy coursing through her lush little body intensified. She started to whimper with the hot pleasure.
Her smooth flesh gleamed with sex sweat, even though the evening was getting chilly, and she felt goose flesh form on her soft, smooth skin.
The man's hand reached out and softly cupped one of Sarah's round, melon-shaped tits. Sarah felt the nipple pucker and add more pleasure to the welter of fabulous joy which already filled her.
Her hips humped up madly into the man's loins, and her body stiffened as the first convulsions of her orgasm rippled through her.
Sarah felt wide-open, wanton, and wild, as she smashed into the man's groin, as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her quivering quim.
She started to grunt as the convulsions built sharply. Her cuntal muscles gripped rhythmically against the man's hard-driving cock. She heard his harsh breathing as he drove his cock harder and harder into her quivering quim.
Her body went wild under the man. He gripped her shoulder, steadying her, as she abandoned herself to the hot convulsive waves of ecstasy which ripped through her body. The sensation to Sarah was devastating. Her head reeled with the power of her passion, and she felt as if she were going to faint.
Her whole body was convulsing now, thrashing and writhing wildly under the man's hard-driving body.
And then she felt his hot man juice washing against the quivering, rippling walls of her cunt.
She felt as if her cunt were sucking on his cock, felt her walls grip at the thick rod which pistoned in and out of her, driving her to the edge of sanity, higher than she had ever gone before in orgasm.
As the man's cock exploded with a frothing hot geyser of scum, he slammed into her harder and harder, and Sarah thought it was the best moment of her entire young life.
Her climax peaked, and Sarah's body stiffened for a moment, and then she collapsed heavily into the soft moist earth, as the man continued to shoot wad after wad of thick jism deep into her.
She felt it mixing with her pussy juices, and it made a warm, slimy flood which poured out of her well-stuffed hole.
The man slammed into her one last time, and then he fell on top of her body. Sarah could hear him breathing heavily, felt his warm breath blowing moistly on her face.
She didn't want it to stop. Her pussy tingled with the hot ecstasy which still gripped it.
The man lay on top of her for awhile, and then pulled out of her.
Sarah didn't even open her eyes. She didn't want to know who the man was, didn't want to scare him away.
"Do it again," she said, her voice a harsh whisper. She moaned softly, rocking her ardent hips back and forth. She heard the crackling of the underbrush.
"No!" she gasped, opening her eyes. Already the man was gone, swallowed up by the dark forest.
Sarah moaned, and lay under the tree, mourning the loss of the cock that had wreaked such sweet havoc on her adolescent body. She put her hand down to her muff and cupped it, feeling the secret juices still flowing from her hot cunt.
She lay there for a long, long time, fondling her cunt. But it wasn't the same thing as having the cock in her, which she wanted more of.
She smiled, and got up on shaky feet, fumbled around until she found her panties, and put them on. She brushed herself off and started to walk home.
She didn't know what time it was, and she didn't care. She felt marvelous. Between her legs, the juices flowed as she made her way home to supper.
She was suddenly starved, without quite knowing why. Usually her appetite was an indifferent one at best.
He had been everything Molly said he was.
Now it would be Sarah's turn to tell tales tomorrow, during lunch. She was very happy that the man didn't just frequent the lake.
Anita would be a very disappointed girl tomorrow.
She ran into the house.
Her mother, a chubby, round little woman with dark hair smiled as her daughter skipped up to her for a kiss.
"Ach!" Her mother complained, feeling the child's passion-flushed forehead. "You're getting sick, ehh? You play too hard, and you get overheated."
"I feel wonderful, Mama!" Sarah exclaimed, hugging her.
"Get ready for supper," her mother said, "but first, show me your tongue."
"Ahh!" Sarah said, sticking her tongue way out.
Her mother made a wry face, patted her little girl on the shoulder, and then sent her upstairs to wash.
Sarah felt her pussy tingling so much that she had a mini-orgasm as she ran up the stairs.
"But what did he do to you?" Molly gasped. The girls were gathered in the boat house again, and this time, Sarah was the center of attention.
"He dragged me into the woods, and he pushed me onto the ground, and then he pulled off my pants. I thought I was going to come right then!" Sarah gasped.
As she told her story, her pussy creamed wildly.
"And then he did to me just what he did to Molly and it felt wonderful!"
"And to think I spent the whole afternoon by the lake!" Anita gasped. "Maybe I should try the meadow tonight."
"Maybe he doesn't stick to just one spot," Debrah suggested.
"Oh, Lord," Donna gasped. "I wish I were next."
Hill, listening outside the boat house, felt his cock lurch again. No, he thought, he couldn't do it to his own daughters. Incest was a more hideous crime than gently relieving little girls of their cherries.
It was true that he still desired his daughters, but the taste of young ass that he did get, assuaged that hunger a little bit, so that it wasn't constantly gnawing at his entrails.
He was happier than he had been in quite a while. There were plenty of little girls in Sylvan Hills, and he had the feeling that most of them would just love to have their virginity wrested from them.
It was exciting for him, too. He peered through the crack in the boards. The little group had an addition. It was Susan Brown. She sat wistfully listening to the young girls, looking sad.
Susan was an adorable, cuddly little creature, who had all the budding promise of the other beauties. Her very wistfulness turned Hill on. He felt the lawless passion raging in his loins, as he watched her.
"Wouldn't you like to get your cherry popped?" Debrah asked the little girl.
"Yes," Susan said, sadly. "But he wouldn't like me. None of the little boys like me. They won't even date me!"
"Oh, they will."
"No, they won't," Susan said, shaking her head sadly. Her lovely chestnut hair, bright with golden highlights shimmered. Her round brown eyes looked sad, and there was a brightness about them, suggestive of tears.
"Everybody still thinks I'm a baby," she said softly.
It was true. Susan Brown was an advanced student who had received a double promotion. She was only twelve years old, and twelve years old to a thirteen-year-old boy was anathema.
Hill studied the girl carefully. She was certainly fairly well developed physically, even if her tits were only slight bumps on her little chest. Susan still had some of her baby fat – not much. Her waist was beginning to elongate and indent, and her hips were beginning to swell. Hill suspected that she would do an awful lot of growing.
Twelve was awfully young, Hill thought, but the very idea of taking the little girl was almost unbearable.
Hill decided to strike as soon as possible.
Molly and the twins, and Anita and Sarah got up to leave.
"You coming, Susan?" Molly asked.
"No, I wanna stay here for a minute," Susan said.
"Why?" Donna asked.
"Maybe he'll come in here."
"Oh, come on, Susan," Sarah said with the knowing air of a woman who's been through it an. "You're only twelve years old. You're too young for sex!"
"No, I'm not," Susan said, mournfully.
Hill crept around to the side opposite the one the girls would pass to go back to the school. He peered around the front of the boat house, and watched them skipping back toward the main buildings.
Then he opened the door slowly, cautiously.
"Ohhh, I'd like to be fucked!" he heard Susan say plaintively. This time, Hill was prepared for his erotic adventure. That morning, after arriving at school, he had hidden his cloak and his mask near the boat house, under a pile of tarpaulins.
He had pulled them out, and put on the mask. Now, he stood contemplating the little girl. He had half an hour to rape her. She was young, and he wondered if she would have time to recuperate and get back to her classes before she was missed.
There was also the problem of her being younger, and that was a serious consideration.
Instead of putting the cloak on, he crept up behind the little girl. He smiled. She was sitting on some sail masts, her legs parted, one elbow resting on one knee, her chin in her hand, her other hand rubbing between her legs.
He threw the cloak over the little girl's head, and picked her up. Behind the cloak he heard her muffled yell of surprise. He held her light body under one arm easily and looked around the boathouse, looking for a place to fuck her.
He felt like a preying lion. He felt as if his cock were a foot long. It throbbed violently in his pants.
Then he spied the ideal spot. In one corner of the boathouse was an up-ended boat. The slanted sides would be ideal. He didn't think he could stick his cock all the way into the little girl's cunt without hurting her.
He didn't want to hurt her. He merely wanted to cop her cherry, and that's all the little girl wanted.
After that, if she made it with the younger boys, their smaller cocks wouldn't harm her.
He pressed her against the side of the boat, leaning her backward. She was strangely silent.
Mum was the word.
He snaked his hand up between her thighs.
Every sense trembled on the fine edge of keenness, the keenness of a preying animal. He was taking an awful chance, raping a girl in the boathouse, but the very idea of taking the chance excited him even more.
Behind the cloak, he heard a muffled moan from the girl, as he caressed her pussy through her little panties. He grinned again, lewdly, as the girl spread her legs wider.
Clever little Susan knew which side her bread was buttered on, obviously! Roughly, he pulled her pants off, and again brought his hand up between her legs.
He gasped. Her pussy was absolutely bare. He lifted her skirt up over her waist, and stared down at the plump little muff, and the little cleft which ran along it.
Her pink pussy meat pouted from between the bare flesh. Keeping his eyes on the plump little mound of flesh, he pulled down his zipper and took his cock out.
He was breathing harshly. He had never been this excited, not even when he fondled his own desired daughters on his knee, and felt their little buns rubbing against his hard-on!
She was still a child, a little girl, and yet he was about to fuck her. He trembled with the restraint which he imposed upon himself. He could very easily hurt her. In the case of this little girl, just trembling on the verge of development, actual physical damage was a definite consideration.
He rubbed his cock between her little cleft, and heard her moan, her voice muffled in the heavy folds of the cape. Her body trembled.
He pushed his cock through the wet, swollen folds of her pussy, and probed around with his cock head, looking for her tiny little hole. He finally found it. It was soggy wet, and very hot.
He pressed inward slowly, and gasped as the pressure of his turgid cock increased. His blood hammered violently in his preying manhood, as he pushed in, feeling her incredibly tight little pussy give way before his raging strength.
Susan, behind the cloak, moaned.
She had been startled, when she felt the dark cloth cover her face, and the upper part of her body. She thought that one of the boys, who perpetually teased her anyway, had sneaked up behind her and was playing a joke.
It wasn't until she felt herself lifted in powerful arms that the clever little girl realized that she was being lifted by a grown man. And her hot eager mind came to only one conclusion.
The rapist!
Her pussy creamed even more than it had when she had stimulated herself with her hand a moment before. It wasn't that she really hoped the rapist would come to the boathouse. There was no logical reason why he should.
But the talk of the girls had turned her on furiously, and long before Sarah had finished telling her story, little Susan had to frig herself, something she did with increasing frequency. She had stayed behind because she knew at this hour that the ladies' room would be full of chattering little girls, and there would be no privacy.
She wanted to frig herself to an orgasm.
Now she didn't have to. She felt herself leaning against the hard side of something. The man's hand against her pussy had only aroused her more.
She closed her eyes, and did everything she could to keep still. She didn't want to put her attacker off.
There was one thing that made her nervous. She knew her pussy was hairless, whereas all the other girls in her class had a fine covering of down. Some of them already had thick bushes.
She was afraid the man would find it disgusting. But when he pulled her pants off, instead of letting her go, she felt his hot, sweating palm against her bare muff, and she felt her pussy fluids gush hotly from her little tiny hole.
That was the second thing that made her nervous. Sarah and Molly were much better developed than she, and they had told her the man's cock was enormous. Susan wondered what it would do to her cunt. It could very well rip her in two, she thought, since she hadn't even started to have her period.
She felt the man's hard flesh rubbing hotly against her swollen pussy lips, and she almost fainted with the hot pleasure which inundated her. Her breathing became labored and harsh, as he continued to rub up and down over her pussy lips.
She held her breath when she felt him press inward, felt his cock probing, felt his cock head press against her tiny little hole. She started to cream even more.
She felt him push inward, and she gasped. For one brief moment, she stiffened.
She had never felt such a phenomenal pressure in her little cunt before and it startled her. She got slightly scared, afraid that she had bit off more than she could have chewed.
But the man's cock kept pushing inward. For the first time in her life she felt her pussy walls spread wide before a man's raging hard-on. The sensation in her built, and as she got used to it, it became wonderful for her too.
She started to relax. The more the man buried his cock in her cunt, the more she creamed and the more violently she trembled with hot carnal pleasure.
Then she felt the man hit that barrier she wanted to get rid of. Again she held her breath. They had said it would hurt, and she stiffened.
But the man didn't just bust right through it. He pulled out, and began to move back and forth, with soft shallow strokes.
Little Susan closed her lovely brown eyes and surrendered to the hot ecstasy of feeling a man move in her. The more he pumped his cock back and forth, the more pleasure she got.
Every time he moved inward his cock head would butt against her hymen, but still he would not break it. Susan wanted to have her cherry popped. She bent her knees slightly, and clenched her fists. If he wouldn't do it, she'd do it for him!
He kept pushing in and out of her, stretching her cuntal walls until her tiny little girl cunt accommodated his thick, hot, hard rod comfortably.
On one of his inward lunges, the little girl gritted her teeth, tensed against the pain, and bent her knees sharply, bringing her body downward.
She cried out when she felt the sharp pain of her ruptured hymen. She had driven his cock past the point of the membrane. She felt the blood start to trickle hotly, mixing with her pussy juices. In spite of the pain, and it was probably sharper than that suffered by Sarah and Molly who were more developed, she grinned. She had had her cherry popped!
Now she was one of the girls!
The man's cock was awfully still in her cunt and she was afraid that she had made him mad. She could feel his hands on her shoulders. Her knees trembled violently. The pain didn't last very long.
But still the man didn't make those wonderful pistoning movements in and out of her itching cunt, and she needed to be massaged.
She started to bend her knees, and felt the cock push inward a little. Then she straightened her knees out, and felt the cock pull out a little. She kept bending her knees and straightening them, moving the cock in and out of her own little cunt, loving the way his hot hard flesh rubbed against her quivering pussy walls.
Hill was amused when Susan bent her knees downward, plunging his cock past the barrier. He had been pondering whether or not to break it, since she was so young. The hot and horny little twelve-year-old was fully determined to do it herself.
He kept perfectly still, waiting to see what effect her defloration would have on her.
But she kept bobbing up and down on his cock by bending her knees. The very thought of her incredible horniness caused his cock to rage violently against the walls of her pulsing pussy.
He started to thrust inward, careful not to plunge his massive adult dick all the way into her sweet little snatch.
The sensation to Hill as the girl writhed with wanton wildness on his cock was incredible. He felt the throbbing intensify in his man meat, felt his balls contract. He held back. A fine patina of sex sweat gleamed on his face.
He had to make the little girl come, before he came. He pressed into her, and heard her muffled moan behind the cloak.
Her body went slightly limp as he thrust in and out of her with increasing rapidity, making sure his strokes were shallow. He swiveled his hips, rubbing his cock head against the dripping walls of her cunt.
The feeling of her tight cunny against his cock infuriated his raging pecker to even greater lust.
The little girl started to tremble. It suddenly occurred to him that she might never have experienced orgasm, although he doubted that.
She seemed extremely practiced with her little hand.
He moved up and down, sliding his cock, now wet and gleaming with her juices up and down, making sure that the hot hard shaft slid along her inflamed clitoris before he plunged into the little girl.
The effect was predictable, even for a twelve-year-old. He felt the alteration in her movements, before he heard the soft rutting sounds behind the cloak. Her hips arched outward, and she started to gyrate her bare pussy meat against his cock, stimulating herself even more.
He could feel the tightening of the walls of her cunt, as the orgasm began deep in her gut. Then her pussy walls started to contract.
He certainly didn't expect the same violence with her as he had experienced when Molly and Sarah had come, but he was wrong.
He hadn't counted on Susan's lack of inhibition, her continually hot and ready sexual disposition. The little girl's fragrant pussy juices flowed lavishly down on his cock. He felt the faint quiver of her pussy walls increase, until the contractions became strong and rhythmical around his cock.
Her body arched outward, and then started to thrash wildly.
He pressed her shoulders tightly against the side of the boat, and felt free to let loose with his own heavy load of scum.
His jism traveled further into her cunt than he had allowed his cock to go, and the feeling of his hot, frothing goo against the walls of her already orgasming pussy triggered an even more violent orgasm.
For a moment, one brief moment before she surrendered to the happy holocaust, Susan would have sworn that she had done some damage to her body and was convulsing. She had experienced orgasms before, by using her own hands on herself but they had been delicate little shudders compared to this paroxysm. At first it frightened her, and then she realized that it was greater ecstasy than she had ever experienced, and she surrendered to it hotly and wildly.
She tried to drive the man's cock even deeper into her cunt. That, it appeared, wasn't going to happen, since the man was making his strokes narrow and soft. She wouldn't have cared, but she felt a torrid need deeper in her cunt. She bent her knees down again, and managed to capture another inch of his cock and still she wanted more, but the man's hands restrained her, and she had to settle for what she had, although she suspected that he had a great deal more to give.
Her eager hand reached down beneath the cloak which covered her face, and Hill gasped as he felt her hot little hand on the base of his cock, as he drove it in and out of her, spewing more and more of his wad deep into her little girl cunt with each inward lunge.
She had been the hottest one so far, a very sexy surprise.
He heard her squeal behind the cloak as he shot the last of his wad. He left his still throbbing cock in her cunt, as she writhed around in the last throes of her first real orgasm. Then her body collapsed.
Behind the cloak, Hill could almost see the little moon face which was just starting to elongate. He remembered how little Debrah and Donna had looked at the age of ten and eleven, when he had bathed them tenderly, and gazed longingly at their lovely little bare muffs.
They were too old now, for him to bathe them, but he remembered how tender he felt when he would watch those little pouting lips, that pure white flesh, as yet uncovered with maidenhairs.
He picked the girl up with his cock still stuck in her incredibly tight little hole, and hugged her tightly. Her body was limp, and even through the cloak, he could hear her little heart beating with the excitement she had just undergone.
He laid her down gently on top of some tarpaulin, leaving his cloak covering her, so he could get out of her sight. There was no danger of her reporting him as a rapist, and the cloak's being found and ascribed as evidence against him for his perverted longings.
By the time he had slipped out of the boathouse, and was halfway up the lawn to the school, Susan had managed to extricate herself from the cloak.
She didn't think of it as evidence, certainly. She got up on shaky knees, feeling bloated with the wonderful, brand-new sensations which had taken possession of her, and she pulled her panties up over her soaking wet crotch. They were stained immediately with semen and a slight spotting of blood from her hymen.
She left the cloak on top of the tarpaulin where the man had laid her, and picked up the book she had brought to the boathouse with her.
Wearing a shit-eating grin, she walked quickly to the school. She felt as if she had a potato stuck up her cunt. She couldn't wait for a private moment to explore her recently plowed pussy.
All afternoon in class, she felt the hot tingling of her cunt.
During one of her class breaks, she came abreast of Donna and Debrah, chatting together.
"Guess what?"
"What?" Debrah said, smiling at the adorable child.
"I got raped. He came to the boathouse."
"Oh, no, you didn't!" Donna exclaimed. "You're just making it up."
"No, sir!" Susan said, shaking her head vigorously.
"You just want to get fucked so bad that you think it happened," Debrah said with disbelief.
"You come to the ladies' room and I'll show you!" the girl retorted.
Debrah and Donna looked at each other, and followed the little Susan to the ladies' room. There was no one in there, and they locked the door.
Susan showed them her blood-stained panties, with the larger stain of man come mixed with pussy juices. Debrah and Donna were pretty sure that she was telling the truth.
Debrah shivered.
"You mean he's right on this campus, stalking us!" she gasped, her voice an excited whisper.
"Oh, I can't wait," Donna exclaimed. "I want to be raped so bad."
She turned to little Susan.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"Oh, no!" Susan gasped, her eyes glowing, her face flushed. "It was wonderful, and I came like I've never come before! It was different," she said, frowning a little.
"Yeah, I guess she got fucked," Debrah said.
The three of them walked arm in arm to their next class, which was history. Debrah passed a note to Molly at the other end of the room, telling the little girl about Susan's rape.
After the classes were over, Hill went to the faculty lounge to check on possible extra scheduling for the following day, and also to see if there were any messages for him.
The math professor came up to him.
"There's something afoot in this school," Don said, his eyes twinkling with interest and good humor.
"Oh?" Hill looked at him with interest.
"You mean you haven't sensed it? That undercurrent among our little girls?"
Hill laughed.
"Oh, yes, that little ripple of excitement among them? I have caught it. What's afoot, do you know?"
Don shook his head.
"Beats me. But I never heard so much buzzing, and I never saw girls go off into so many corners and confer so earnestly about something. I suspect that they're up to some mass prank."
"I don't think they'd pull something like that," Hill said, seriously. "A few of them might get together and do something wild, but not the whole junior high school, though a current of excitement seems to be epidemic among all of them."
"I wouldn't put it past them. They've been known to do it before."
Hill looked at Don with interest.
"About four years ago, before your time, of course, the whole junior high school got together. They stole a key to the main doors from the headmaster's office, and sneaked in here one Friday night. The little buggers worked until curfew and then came in again on Saturday. They totally re-arranged every single room.
"The chemistry lab wound up in the history room, the English room wound up in the library, and the library wound up in the chemistry room. The little bitches did it in two days.
"It took the school faculty a solid week to, get everything back in its proper place."
Hill laughed uproariously.
"So you think they have another plot like that going?"
"I can't think of any other reason for this suppressed excitement. They're positively feverish with it. I've alerted the headmaster. He's keeping his eye open, as well as the faculty. Do the same, will you, and if you he what they're up to, let us know."
"What will happen to them, if they're caught?" asked Hill.
"Well, whatever they plan, it won't be too bad. This isn't one of your congested urban schools. At best the ringleaders, if we ever lay our hands on them, will probably get a week's detention, however none of us wants to do overtime, so we'd rather forestall whatever is in their beady little bright minds, than pay for the good laugh we probably will get by working late into the night to correct it."
Hill knew there was no plot afoot for anything. He was aware that Molly, Sarah, Susan, and their little clique were spreading the rumor about the ideal way to get their cherries popped, and the girls were wistfully wandering off, willfully making themselves prey to the raging, lawless lust of his cock.
And all because of his own daughters, who were wishing ardently that the same fate would befall them!
Again his cock lurched to life. Even though he had just had one of his more satisfying rapes, he wanted more, wanted his own children. He went home to seek refuge in his wife's cunt.
He knew it would not be enough!