Don Scott - Two raped schoolgirls

"I-I don't know, Coach Knowles," Melanie replied, her voice holding a quivering quality. "I'm really very sorry, sir. I didn't mean to disturb your players."

"Get down on your knees," the coach said, his voice harsh, commanding. "Get down there so my boys can't see anyone as filthy as you. I don't want them seeing your shaved pussy."

That was it? That was the confirmation Melanie needed. The only possible why Coach Knowles would know that Melanie shaved her pussy was if he'd been one of the two men who had raped her in the dance room!

Melanie's mind was working furiously as she got down on her knees. She had to keep her knowledge of Coach Knowles' other identity a secret from him. She'd tell Maria Towne and Sandy Hamilton later – after she'd finished with her "punishment". Then the three of them could decide what course of action would be best to take.

On her knees, Melanie's face was at crotch level to Coach Knowles. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was going to say next, so Melanie said the words for him.

"You want a blow-job, right? You want me to suck your cock?"

"For a rich cunt you're not too dumb," Coach Knowles said contemptuously. "Get to it, and keep your head down. I don't want my boys knowing how much of a slutty tramp you are."

Melanie did exactly as she was told. She pulled the coach's jogging shorts down to his thighs, dragging his jock along with it. His prick was exactly like Melanie knew it would be – big, nice in girth, a cockhead fat and conical.

The cock wasn't completely hard yet. Melanie put her hands on her naked thighs, bringing her mouth to the pricktip. She puckered her lips and kissed the rubbery knob. The cock leaped in response, growing rapidly, proving to Melanie that she was one hot, erotic young girl.

"Suck me, damn you!" Coach Knowles hissed, wanting to feel his throbbing dong shoving full-length in her cute face.

Melanie, keeping her hands on her thighs, flicked her tongue out. She lapped at the cockhead and the coach's prickrod sprang up, jutting out from his waist. Looking up, she saw that he was watching his players, pretending to be unaware of what was happening to his cock.

Opening her mouth wide, Melanie sucked the crown of his cockpole between her lips. She rubbed the bottom of the cockhead with her tongue, squeezing the shaft just behind the knob, using her lips to tantalize the cock while her tongue worked its magical wonders.

Melanie purred, making no attempt to hide how much she enjoyed sucking cock. She bobbed her face, dragging her glistening lips back and forth over the sensitive rim of the cockhead. Her pink, dancing tongue continued its erotic treatment, making the coach's cock quiver and wag with excitement.

"Eat my meat, you rich fucking cunt!" Coach Knowles hissed, grabbing the edge of the tower.

He glanced down and saw his prick sink deep into Melanie's innocent-looking face. Her dark, wavy hair streamed down her back in two silky pigtails. He saw how the girl's naturally red lips alternately squeezed then relaxed around the stem of his sizzling prick.

She pushed her face forward, feeling the cockhead pressing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth until it nudged her. Melanie cooed softly, salivating freely around the delicious column of cockmeat, rubbing her tongue against the flesh to savor its manly flavor. Her nipples were bumps in the tight-fitting leotard, clear and unmistakable signs of her satisfaction. If this was punishment for walking around in inappropriate clothing, then Melanie was going to wear her leotard every day of the week!

The pussyjuice as pooling in Melanie's cunt. She could feel the slick oil making her cuntlips moist and ready for Trouble's prick. Her panties were sticking to the naked petals of her hot cunthole.

Melanie had given Frank Samuels a blowjob on the bus until he blew his nuts off in her mouth. With Trouble, she wanted to feel his throbbing cock slicing into her body, skewering her pussy – or maybe even her asshole, like he had when he raped her. A simple, tongue-pleasing blow-job wasn't enough to satisfy Melanie's urges this time around.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, sounding terribly innocent. "Is that going to be part of my punishment, too?"

"You little fucking tramp!" Coach Knowles hissed, nearly spitting out the words. "I'll teach you some respect!"

Melanie was shocked by Coach Knowles' attack. He grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her backward, causing her to fall on her ass. Her legs tumbled out from beneath her and the coach was immediately between her slender thighs, pressing her body down hard against the wooden floor of the tower.

"Wait! Don't!" Melanie protested, loud enough so only the coach could hear her. "Don't be so rough!"

Her words went unheeded. Even Melanie knew it was useless to argue with the horny teacher with the throbbing prick that glistened with moisture from her own mouth.

When Coach Knowles put his hand between Melanie's thighs, she had expected him to – aside the crotch of her leotard so he could pound her lean body with his own as he reamed her tight, hairless cunthole. What she did not expect for the coach to do was rip the crotch out of her leotard.

"Shut the fuck up, cunt!" Knowles hissed vehemently.

Melanie felt the heat of his pulsating cock against her thigh. Then the huge, swollen, bullet-shaped cockhead struck her naked cuntlips.

"Awwwwwww!" Melanie gasped as the long, unyielding prickpole forced her juicy cuntlips apart, stabbing into the tight channel of her pussyhole.

Whatever worries Melanie had about having a ripped leotard vanished as she felt the throbbing, rigid cock skewering her cunt, driving furiously into her body on the very first lunge. Coach Knowles' broad chest crushed her pert, little titties even flatter to her body. Hot, erotic tingles of pleasure came from Melanie's lusty nipples as the coach writhed above her, slamming his crotch down into the succulent valley of her thighs, reaming her shaved cunt.

"Kiss me, you rotten slut!"

Melanie turned her face toward Coach Knowles and his mouth was instantly against hers. His tongue pried apart her lips, delving into her mouth. Melanie tasted the man's mouth, her cunt getting even wetter as she kissed.

The harsh thrusts of cockmeat into her cunt, despite the hard floor beneath her, felt magnificent to Melanie. She squirmed, wrapping her arms around Coach Knowles' neck, sucking on his tongue as he pummeled her pussy with his cock. She raised her feet and hooked them together behind Knowles' thrashing ass, using her cunt muscles to squeeze the prick that stabbed her naked pussy with jackhammer thrusts.

"Uh! Ohhhhhhh! You cunt, you're really hot!" Coach Knowles groaned.

He skewered the girl's clutching pussy with his prick. He could feel her shaved cuntlips tugging and squeezing his cockshaft, working his prick over, making the jism boil in his big, free swinging balls. Each time he reamed the young girl's cunt, his hairy nut sac flopped against her taut asscheeks.

"F-fuck me," Melanie gasped, tearing her mouth away from the coach's.

She clawed his back with her fingers and squeezed his thrashing hips with her thighs. Her hips felt bruised by the hard surface that she was bouncing against, but Melanie didn't care. If having bruises on her hips was necessary to discover the identity of Trouble she figured it was a small price to pay.

When Coach Knowles pushed a hand between their bodies, rubbing Melanie's tit through her leotard, it added fuel to the raging fire of lust in the girl's pussy. Her hard, itching nipple fairly crackled with a life of its own, sending electricity throughout her body, heating her up, pushing her closer to the brink of orgasm.

"Uh! Fucking cunt! Fuck you hard!" the coach hissed as he reamed Melanie's hot, moist, deliciously fuckable pussy.