Don Scott - Two raped schoolgirls

As the teenaged girl with the striking good looks and cock-hardening mane of reddish blonde hair rearranged her clothing, she made a mental note to fuck Benjamin again.

Even Melanie knew that she was emotionally ill equipped to go searching for the boy who had raped her. She couldn't just approach every boy she saw and say she wanted to see if his cock happened to be a foot long.

But that's exactly what she had to do. She had agreed, with her friend Sandy Hamilton, to search until she found the owner of the magnificent hunk of man meat that had fucked her into a bone-jarring climax that was so powerful all consciousness had been blotted out. The massive prickpole slicing into her cunt had felt so great, even the cock shoving hard and fast into her asshole didn't bother her too much.

So she had to find out who the Phantom was. She had promised to search for him. All she needed now was the courage to go through with her convictions.

Melanie brushed her long, wavy brown hair. It looked gorgeous, catching and reflecting light, falling in two pigtails down the front of her body, parted down the middle of her head and tied with matching pink ribbons. Her dark brown eyes had a hint of mischievous anticipation in them, and Melanie's naturally dark eyelashes and eyebrows didn't need a bit of makeup to enhance her seductive charms.

For her "seduction day", as she thought of it, Melanie chose a casual cotton dress. She didn't wear a bra and her small, rosy nipples made dents in the fabric. The dress came down to a mid-thigh level and looked conservative and girlish. But Melanie knew that she would be getting fucked while wearing that dress. Even if she did look just like another naive, proper teenaged girl, she was something eke entirely – and she was going to prove it.

For the first three hours in school Melanie did little more than check crotches. She was surprised to find out how many boys her own age had big lumps in their pants. Did they walk around all day, with hard-ons? she wondered.

For hours Melanie tried to figure out some way of checking the size of a boy's prick without seeming too forward. But no matter how much she thought about it, no idea came to mind that made any sense.

"I must try," she whispered to herself as the school day was ending. "I've got to do my part!"

Melanie was on the school bus when she saw that Frank Samuels, a boy who lived near her, had a big lump in his pants. She promised herself to gave at least one boy a try so that she wouldn't have to report her complete failure to Sandy and Maria Towne.

"Frank, can I see you at the back of the bus a moment?" Melanie whispered in the boy's ear. She saw the way Frank's face lighted up and immediately her heart began thumping in her chest. "It's very personal," she added.

In the back seat of the big, yellow school bus, Melanie so Frank had relative privacy. Melanie positioned herself near the window, with Frank sitting near the aisle.

"What is it you wanted to see me about?"

Frank asked.

Melanie licked her lips. She had to go through with her plan no matter what. She took a deep brash for courage and said, "I've got to find out how big your cock is."

What followed as a blur to Melanie. At first Frank was surprised, then he was arrogant, saying he knew along that Melanie was hot for him. She didn't tell him that prior to the past fifteen minutes she never thought twice about him. And then, even though Melanie didn't want him to, Frank whipped out his cock for her to see.

Melanie realized two things immediately – Frank had a big cock but it wasn't big enough to be the Phantom's. But what could she do now that she'd asked to see his prick? She couldn't just tell him to put it away and forget about what she'd maid.

"Come on, Melanie, don't let me don now," Frank said, his eyes darting around the school bus.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I promise!"

Melanie knew she had no choice in the mafia. She slithered her lean, supple body onto the floor of the school bus, keeping her head and shoulders above the seat. She wished there was a more romantic place to do this – especially since she really didn't have any romantic designs with Frank Samuels.

Inhaling deeply, Melanie caught the faintly musky aroma of Frank's prick. It pleased her and the petals of her young pussy tightened instinctively. Even though she had mental reservations of giving a blowjob to a boy she hardly knew on a moving school bus with her friends sitting nearby, Melanie Carlton was getting hot and horny.

"I may not be very good at this," Melanie whispered, looking up into Frank's pale, frightened, horny face. "I'll do my best."

"Fine… just get to it," Frank shot back. He sat straight up in his seat, frying to appear calm, perhaps even bored. He certainly didn't want anyone coming back to check up on him.

Melanie tentatively touched the shaft of Frank's prick with her fingertips. The cock wasn't fully hard yet and the cockhead was big and mushroom-shaped, with a slitted pisshole that Melanie knew would be spitting hot, salty cum at her.

She wrapped her fingers around the stern of Frank's prick and began stroking it. Almost instantly the cock jerked in her fist, stretching out, growing to its full length. When Frank's cockrod had grown to full size, Melanie was certain he wasn't the Phantom, but he could be Trouble.

"Suck it, don't just stroke it," Frank said impatiently. He was dying to feel the rich girl's hot, pink lips rolling up and down the shaft of his throbbing, man-sized cock.

The cock was so hot and hard it almost frightened Melanie. She longed to taste the pulsating column of cockmeat, to curl her tongue around the knob and taste the cum she knew would gush from Frank's big, tingling balls. But as much as Melanie wanted this to happen, she was also afraid of it, afraid of the reputation as a cock-sucker she might get, afraid of her own responses.

She steeled herself, fighting once again for courage, and aimed the cockhead at her mouth while she brought her face toward the taut prickknob. Melanie closed her eyes, not wanting to see what she was doing, mentally shutting out everything but the taste and feel of Frank's fiery prick-stick in her hand and mouth.

Mmmmmm, Melanie moaned, kissing the cockhead.

The teenager flicked her tongue out, letting the very tip of her tongue graze lightly over Frank's cleft at the bottom on his prickknob. The flavor of Frank's cock sent shivers rippling thorough Melanie's slender body and her nipples were hard.

"Ohhh! That's it, suck my cock," Frank urged, fighting to sit still in the bus seat.

The floor of the school bus was hard against Melanie's bare knees. She threw her dark, luxurious mane of hair over her shoulders to keep it out of the way, raising herself to get in position so her ravenous mouth was directly over the red-hot column of cockmeat.

"Eat me," Frank hissed.

She opened her eyes for just a moment, looking at the flexing crown of Frank's cockpole. It was big and mean looking and the cockhead alone would almost completely fill her mouth.

"I've got to do this," Melanie purred aloud, so quietly even Frank couldn't hear her.

She dropped her face down. The bullet shaped head of Frank's prick forced her lips apart, and then the knob was in her mouth. Melanie squeezed her lips around the oval shaft of the prick, putting her tongue in motion, rubbing and tonguing the stem and knob while she drew a firm, tantalizing vacuum on the prickpole. She began bobbing her cute face over the cock, taking it deeper into her hot, moist mouth.

Her ruby lips puckered inward, then were pulled out as she withdrew the fiery cockmeat.

The teenager crooned, salivating freely around the delicious, hot prick. She curled her tongue around the cockhead and tasted the first precious drop of pre-cum that oozed from Frank's tingling, itching churning nuts.