Don Scott - Two raped schoolgirls

"Yesssss! Ohhhh! Yes, Rock! That's it! Eat my pussy! Lick it! Lick my cunt!"

Sandy's words burned in her ears. For the briefest moment she tried to ignore the dazzling satisfaction Rock's hot, snakelike tongue gave her. When the pink tongue slashed over her tingling cunt, she forgot all about fighting the wanton, rampant desire that pushed her forward.

Rock sucked the girl's clit between his lips, sucking on the tiny bud, drawing it into his mouth then using his tongue on it. Sandy released Rock's head, bunching her hands into tight fists. She felt her fingernails biting into her palms. Her mouth was open but no sound came out.

"Mmmm!" Rock slurped, dragging his tongue through the smooth, silky crease of pussy flesh, shoving his tongue as far into Sandy's pussy as he could, his cheeks no glistening with her girl-cum.

The blackboard was hard against the back of Sandy's head, yet she was oblivious to the discomfort it caused. She fought with herself, trying desperately to maintain some control over her emotions, over her breathing.

A finger was inserted in Sandy's cunt. She felt the thick finger spreading her cuntlips, driving into her body just beneath the tongue that was also entering her.

"Ohhhhh! Where did you learn to lick pussy like this?" Sandy gasped, her head twisting, rolling against the blackboard.

The coarse, grunting sounds Rock made while he tongued Sandy's pussy filtered to her ears, hammering home the point that she was getting her cunt tongued by a boy who, under normal circumstances, she wouldn't even talk to. But none of that mattered now as she felt her red-hot clit getting whipped by Rock's hot, tantalizing tongue.

Sandy put much of her right fist in her mouth, stopping the screams that begged to be released. She bit her knuckles, whimpering softly, twitching and shivering from head to foot as hot, jagged bolts of electricity crackled through her aroused, passion-hungry body.

"Mmmm!" Sandy groaned, biting her fist so hard she felt pain.

The teenaged girl's stomach was sucked in, the outline of her ribs clearly visible. She was fighting against the onslaught of tongue and finger, fighting to keep some reasonable control over her emotions.

Her tight crease was getting finger-fucked furiously, Rock slamming two fingers into her cunt until his fist pounded hard against her tender cuntlips. The tongue continued its assault on her clit licking, whipping it, and driving her crazy with unbridled lust.

"Oh, God! I'm going to cum!" Sandy groaned.

Sandy's hips jerked from side to side. She bounced against the wall, part of the force coming from the powerful boy's fist slamming against her tender cunt mound as his two stiff, driving fingers reamed her pussyhole.

Pussyjuice splashed into Rock's mouth. It was too much for him to swallow at one time. His checks became wet with girl-cum.

Sandy was at the peak of her ecstasy when she heard the door open up and Principal Bradley's voice booming.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing?"

Melanie was in her stretch leotard. The search for Phantom hadn't been successful, although there had been moments of delirious passion. Each time Melanie remembered how she had crawled to the floor of the school bus and given Frank Samuels a blowjob, she still smiled knowingly to herself.

But the moments of wild passion could not make up for the fact that she still had not found the two men who had come into the dance room and forced themselves upon her. She recalled how she had given both men head, turning her face this way and that, always taking a cock into her hot mouth no matter how she moved. And then she thought of what it had been like to be suspended in midair, two powerful cocks reaming her body, jamming into her cunt and virgin asshole.

She had intended on dancing, hoping to exercise her frustrations away. But now, with her mind spinning from one thing to the next, she decided a walk was in order before she tried any serious practicing.

Melanie only had one free hour. Outside, the air was warm and Melanie felt a brew caressing her flesh. The leotard's leg holes were cut extremely high on her thighs and behind the ripe melons of her asscheeks were almost completely exposed. Her long, dark, hair flowed down her back.

A devilish twist of exhibitions ism entered Melanie's mind as she caught several boys gawking at her. The leotard squeezed her tits to her chest, the stretch material highlighting her small areolas and bud-like nipples.

"Hey, you! Hey, you girl!"

The voice seemed to come from the heavens. Melanie looked around, not knowing who was talking to her.

"Up here, dummy!"

Looking up into the coach's tower overlooking the football practice field, Melanie saw Coach Knowles leaning over the railing. He looked mad as hell.

"Yes… sir," Melanie said, adding the sir only when she noticed how angry Knowles was.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here? Can't you tell my boys can't practice with you tramping round out here?"

Melanie shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the next. Now that she stopped to think about it, it was pretty foolish for her to be dressed as she was in front of the football team while they exercised.

"I'm sorry, Coach Knowles," Melanie said in apology. "I'll go back inside."

"You're Melanie Carlton, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Getup here. I want to talk to you. You can't get off so easy."

Melanie went to the ladder leading up to the coach's tower. She felt both silly and ashamed now that she wore so little clothing outside.

The limber, athletic young girl ascended the ladder, her breathing slowly accelerating as she wondered what kind of punishment Coach Knowles intended on dishing out. Melanie had heard stories of how rough he was on his football players.

When she reached the top of the ladder, Coach Knowles was standing in his jogging shorts, a baseball cap on his head, the school's logo on the crown of the cap. The gray sweater he won also had the school's logo, as well as the motto, on it. He didn't look happy, not at all.

"Honestly, sir, I'm terribly sorry if I've made you angry."

Melanie was truthfully sorry, thought not because of anything she had done – like showing off her lean, girlish body. She was only sorry she had gotten caught doing it.

"I suppose you think that's going to be all it takes to get you off the hook." Coach Knowles had a mean, evil glint in his eyes. "Is that what you think? A rich bitch like you simply says she's sorry and then everything is okay again? Well, Miss Rich Bitch, you're dead fucking wrong this time!"

Miss Rich Bitch? The words burned in Melanie's cars. And there was something besides the words that struck a familiar note in Melanie's mind, something that scared and excited her.

Could Coach Knowles be Phantom?

No, Melanie thought. Coach Knowles couldn't be Phantom – but he could be Trouble. There were similarities both in the insulting words he used and the tone of his voice that reminded the longhaired teenager of the masked man who had forced her to accept his brutal cock into her asshole.

A slight tremble worked its way up Melanie's spine as she stood before Coach Knowles. Her hands unconsciously went to the elasticized leg holes of the leotard, puffing the fabric down over her asscheeks a little more, hiding as much of the succulent moons as possible.

"What do you think I should do to you… as punishment for your crime of lewd behavior?"

The coach's tower had a solid three-foot wooden wall surrounding it on all four sides. Melanie knew that if she got down low enough, the football players practicing on the field below wouldn't be able to see her. And, judging from the expression in Coach Knowles' eyes, she was in for a punishment that included fucking – especially if Coach Knowles really was Trouble.