Don Scott - Two raped schoolgirls

"What's that?" Melanie asked.

"Our rapists, the mysterious Phantom and Trouble," Sandy purred, leaning over the table to insure the girls' privacy. "Don't forget – they're probably lettermen. Remember they were wearing lettermen's jackets."

"So what are you saying? We should fuck every jock in this school?"

"No, of course I'm not saying that," Sandy countered, wondering now if her friend had the courage and lust necessary to continue the search. "All I'm saying is we've got a better chance of finding Phantom if we stick to the jocks. That way we're cutting down the number of cocks we have to check, right?"

Slowly, still unsure, Melanie nodded her head.

Sandy was stunning in her miniskirt. Her long, lean legs scissored as she walked down the hall, drawing the attention of every boy and most of the teachers at the school. As usual, she hadn't worn a bra that day. The shiny black blouse she wore allowed her tits to jiggle tautly from her chest, the nipples clearly defined through the sheer, clingy black fabric.

The miniskirt was a new purchase for Sandy. She'd bought it the night before, after her conversation in the cafeteria with Melanie. It was time, Sandy decided, to put the search for the Phantom into high gear. She was going to find the big-cocked son of a bitch if it was the last thing she ever did!

"You're looking great today," Principal Bradley said, his eyes raking up and down Sandy's scantily clad body. "But I'm not sure that's appropriate clothing for school. Maybe you shouldn't wear that anymore, okay?"

Sandy looked at her principal. He was tall, lean, and had silvery-white hair that gave him a rather distinguished appearance she appreciated. She couldn't say for certain, but just for a moment she thought she caught something in his eyes. Something that said he was interested in her – perhaps even sexually. His eyes were certainly devouring her legs, and lingered a long time on her tingling nipples that dented her black blouse.

The girl's eyes, as if by a will of their own, went down to Bradley's pants. There, at his crotch, she saw the prominent bulge of a monstrous prick. She wished he was younger, a letterman, so she could give him a try.

Something told her that fucking him would be a real kick.

"Okay, Principal Bradley, if you say so," Sandy replied obediently. "I've got to leave now or I'll be late for class."

"Rock, I'm going to make a deal with you," Sandy said, leaning against the blackboard in the empty schoolroom. "The other day you and your friends found me in the library. Remember what happened?"

The huge boy – a defensive end on the school's football team – grinned crookedly. "'Course I do! Hell, we found you all tied up tight like. Then Miss Towne came by and said she'd fuck us if we left you alone. Hells bells! You had cum all over your face and tits anyway, an' I always wanted to fuck Miss Towne, so I took her up on it."

"That's right," Sandy said, feeling her confidence building with each second. "I'm going to tell you everything that happened to me before you showed up, and when I'm done, I'm going to ask for your help." Sandy's eyes were burning pools of sensuality as she looked steadily at Rock. "And if you can help me, you're going to fuck me, if that's what you want."

Sandy told Rock all about how Phantom and Trouble had found her alone in the library's musty basement. She went into great detail in describing how Phantom and Trouble tied her up, then pounded her magnificent, slender, utterly fuckable body with their cocks.

When Sandy finished the story, Rock had a hard-on trapped inside his pants that was, in judging from the expression on his face, causing him considerable pain.

"So here's the deal I've got for you," Sandy said, cool and confident as she had never, before been. "If you can find out who Phantom and Trouble are, then I'll be your woman, your sex slave, if that's what you want to call it. I'll suck your cock anywhere, anytime."

Sandy pushed fingers through her strawberry blonde hair, secure in how dazzlingly beautiful her face was, knowing full well that her body was not only amazingly well built, but also scantily clad in a manner that showed off her small but firm and round tits.

Rock tried to lick his lips but his tongue felt dry. The girl standing before him was so erotic, so alluring, his dim-witted brain couldn't fathom the full significance of what she was saying.

"So what'll it be?" Sandy asked. "Do you want to help me or not?"

Sandy misunderstood Rock's confusion. She thought he was unsure of whether he should help her or not. That wasn't the case, but Sandy didn't know it. Afraid she was losing control of the situation, she cupped her tits, pinching the nipple to make them even harder so they were more visible through her blouse.

"If you don't think I'm worth it, I'll give you a trial run right here and now," Sandy said quickly.

She took a tentative step closer to Rock, her soft, luxurious mane of reddish hair fluffing around her face. Her wide, sensual mouth promised to be a haven for his prick, a hot, wet oven of eroticism just made to service his thick, rigid cock.

"What'll it be?"

"I want… to eat your pussy," Rock said finally.

Sandy leaned against the blackboard and spread her feet, grabbing her miniskirt at the same time. With a slight tug the miniskirt came up to her waist, exposing the bikini panties that wee more for show than practicality. Tiny bows at Sandy's hips held the panties in place.

"Help yourself, honey," Sandy purred, closing her eyes.

The boy's massive, powerful shoulders hunched as he approached the girl. He grabbed her tits, squeezing them through the silk blouse. The nipples responded, pleasing Rock, heightening his already soaring ego.

"You're really fuckin' gorgeous!" Rock exclaimed.

Crudely put, Sandy thought, but a compliment nevertheless. She turned her face away from him, exposing her long, perfumed throat to his lips. A moment later she felt him nibbling on her earlobe, nuzzling her flesh while his hands clumsily unfastened the buttons of her blouse.

Sandy shivered as Rock exposed her tits. The small, firm mounds begged for attention and received them. Rock sucked Sandy's nipple and areola into his hot mouth. Even though Sandy found Rock personally revolting, she trembled. Her nipples were like they were burning. When Rock's hand slipped between her spread thighs, a choking gasp of pleasure as if torn from inside.

He moaned, sinking his teeth into the girl's nipple until she squirmed. He was determined to fuck her hard, to throw his body down upon hers until she could no longer look down her snobbish nose at him.

Sandy grabbed the strings at her hips, tugging lightly on them. The panties came off in her hand, exposing the sparsely haired snatch that Rock passionately wished to taste.

"Go ahead," Sandy whispered, dropping the panties to the floor. "Eat my pussy."

She felt the boy's lips working on her flat, smooth stomach. His tongue flicked into her navel teasingly, sending more hot shivers through her veins. Rock's fingers pressed against the velvety folds of Sandy's cunt, pushing against her juicy pink cunt. She moaned again, louder than before.

Sandy's hands went to Rock's head and she felt his crew-cut against her palms. It bothered her to know how she craved, the feel of his tongue delving deep into the inner recesses of her cunt. But she did crave it. She wanted it. More… she needed it.

"Eat me!" Sandy hissed, pushing Rock down to his knees. She literally forced his mouth against her pussy.

As Rock shoved his tongue into Sandy's pussy, her knees began trembling. She found it difficult to breathe. Her miniskirt was up around her waist, her legs spread far enough to give Rock plenty of room to tongue her turgid, seething pussy. Her delectable titties haled from her chest, the nipples glistening with spit from Rock's hungry mouth.