I spent the next few weeks immobilized in the fear that she would report the attack and I would be caught. That, however, did not stop me from jacking off each night into the captured panties as I relived my memory of the girl’s violation. After the third week of nothing happening I began to wonder if I got away with it. I went back to the scene of the attack. No increased police patrols or warning signs or anything like that. If anything the number of likely victims was increasing due to the warmer weather. Having gotten away with it one time the urges made it impossible to stop and I continued my violations, claiming a new victim every three for four weeks.
I tended to follow the same script for each girl. I gathered experience I found that threatening them a bit with physical violence early in the attack, followed with a few slaps to the face or a twisted arm tended to make them sufficiently docile. I also found that a rag stuffed in to their mouths muffled the worst of the screams. I kept what I called my “rape rag” in my back pocket to stuff down the girls mouth after I had tongue-raped her mouth.
Two of the girls were quite young, totally fat chested and not yet wearing their first bra. Being young myself, I did not yet fully appreciate and savor a young body and was disappointed in the lack of real tits to grope. In these cases I took out this disappointment on on the little slut by spanking her ass as hard as I could before I started to dry hump her.
A few of the girls had some pretty nice tits for their age. After I had liberated each girl of her panties, I flipped her over so I could enjoy the view. After a bit of struggle to get the blouse open and the bra pushed up and out of the way, I would pinion their arms behind their backs and suck and bite at their nipples while dry-humping their sparsely-haired young pussies.
I continued the attacks during the rest of the spring, and even in to summer as the Catholic school had an active summer program. By the time it got too cold in the fall for such action I had quite a collection of trophies. I am guessing that I got away with it because the shame of talking about the violation prevented the girls’ tendency to report an attacks that did not actually involve rape. I would find out later from a fellow rapist that the priests there had also been taking advantage of their charges. (More on this in a future chapter.) Perhaps they were resigned to such abuse as their lot in life.
As I look back at my collection, I am amazed at how small the garments are. Several are decorated with little pink hearts, kittens and cartoon figures from that era. Things were a bit more trusting in those days and although I still relish the young ones, modern paranoia and my advanced age have made access more difficult.
I finally stopped working that beat when I had a few experiences with girls who had a bit more fight. I was tired of the flat-chested girls and had tried a few older ones with bigger tits. Problem was, bigger meant stronger, and I almost lost control of the situation a few time, picking up a bruise or bite mark of my own. If this were to continue I would need some help.
To be continued…
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