Don Scott - Two raped schoolgirls

His big balls slapped the inside of her thighs as they pulled up tight between the rapist's legs. With his prick rod buried completely in the velvety smooth, liquid-filled cunt of Sandy's turgid cunt, he released his pent-up load of jism.

Sandy was just coming back down to earth after soaring in the heights of ecstasy when the pungent eruptions of cum started gushing in her cunt. She chewed harder on Phantom's prickpole as it see-sawed between her lips, sucking furiously to get his load of spunk down her gullet while her cunt was deluged with cream.

The trick worked and Sandy got her wish. While Trouble skewered her sizzling cunt with his prick, throwing his fiery rod into her pussy and splattering her womb with jism, Phantom's stalk detonated.

"Suck!" he groaned, reaming out Sandy's tortured throat.

The slender, attractive strawberry-blonde tuned her head back as far as possible to get the fat cock head out of her throat. With all of Phantom's prick wedged firmly against the back of her mouth, the first load of cum shot from his balls. The cum trickled down her gullet and Sandy swallowed quickly.

With her cheeks hollowed as she took a spine-tingling suction to the cockpole, Sandy mouthed the undulating prick, nursing on it as salty jets of cum splattered against the roof and back of her mouth, spraying over her frisky tongue. The heady flavor of the Phantom's cum delighted Sandy and, for a moment, she thought she might be wrenched by another bone-jarring orgasm.

But she wasn't, and Sandy really wasn't disappointed. If she had cum, she would not have been so vividly aware of what was happening to her. As it was, she could feel the blasts of fuck-cream filling her pussy and she could feel Phantom's prick flexing between her lips as sticky, syrup-like streams of white spunk gushed in her mouth.

Sandy swallowed, then swallowed again and again. She couldn't believe how much cum Phantom was giving her! It had seemed to her impossible that any boy could hold that much jism in his balls. While it was true that she was sucking cock, she was really getting her face fucked by Phantom. Sandy had no choice in whether she wanted to toss her head over the cockpole or not because he held her face in his hands and pistoned his hips to and fro to work his gushing cock into her mouth.

When it was finally over, Sandy's pussy was filled with fuck-cream Trouble left behind. She trembled slightly, making soft, mewling sounds when she felt her cunt suddenly get emptied of cockmeat.

Phantom uncorked his cock from the teenager's mouth. A white drop of cum, like a pearl, clung to her bottom lip, right at the corner of her beautiful mouth.

"That should teach you a lesson, Sandy Hamilton," Phantom said.

Sandy closed her eyes, not wanting to believe that she had become so excited by what had happened. But she had gotten excited. She had tucked and sucked two boys whose faces she couldn't even see. And she had loved every single second of her gang rape. She loved the way she had been forced to strip in front of her captors, and loved the way they had used her own thigh-high stockings to tie her hands apart.

She hung her head down and licked her lips, tasting Phantom's cum and feeling Trouble's cum warming her pussy. She heard them laughing softly as they adjusted their jeans and walked away.

"Don't leave me here like this," she whispered softly, not looking up.

Somehow… someway… Sandy Hamilton was going to find out who her masked attackers were. She had to find them again!

Sandy Hamilton needed their cocks shoving in her body and she knew it. She had to find out who they were.

Lovely Melanie Carlton stretched her right leg, loosening up for her ballet exercises. Being a ballet dancer was what pushed Melanie on, what gave her life meaning. She knew she had been gifted with all the physical requirements to become one of the premier ballet dancers in the country. All she had to do was work.

She was short, just two inches over five feet, and slender. Her measurements were a girlish, and she barely weighed a hundred pounds. She had large brown eyes and a pert mouth with naturally red lips, and though her face was cute in a little-girl sort of way, it was her hair that people noticed first. Melanie's hair was dark brown and came down to her waist, falling in loose, satiny curls. She always wore her hair parted down the middle, with pink ribbons holding her hair in pigtails.

Melanie had on a leotard that hugged her body, squeezing her small tits to her chest, making them look even smaller than they really were. The pink leotard – pink was Melanie's favorite color – was cut high in the thighs, showing off the girl's tight little asscheeks almost completely. But it came up high on her neck and was full-sleeved. Though Melanie was a quiet, introspective girl, she liked showing off her legs because they were disproportionately long for her height, and she was proud of them.

When she heard the door open, Melanie groaned but did not turn around. She was in the dance room, which doubled as the music room, and she liked being alone during her workouts. She enjoyed the room because it was soundproof and she could turn up the record player as loud as she liked without disturbing the students in any of the neighboring classes.

"I've reserved this room for the hour," she said, still not looking around.

Melanie Carlton came from a rich family and on occasion she could get quite smug. But usually she was a very polite young girl.

"Big fucking deal!" the intruder shot back. Melanie turned around, her face twisting in a frown. She didn't like confrontations, and from the words and tone of voice the boy had used, she knew she was going to have some trouble.

She didn't know then that the trouble was Trouble, with Phantom at his side.

The ground rules were laid down quickly and Melanie understood with frightening certainty. She was in a soundproof room, one that she had reserved so that she wouldn't be disturbed. Nobody would come around to check on her and nobody would hear her screams for help. She was stuck, and unless she did everything Phantom and Trouble said – what strange names! she thought – she would be in even pester danger.

Her only hope was to do as she was told and hope the ordeal wouldn't last too long.

"Take it off," Phantom commanded, nodding his masked head at Melanie.

She knew he was talking about the clingy leotard. She squirmed out of it, sliding her arms out first, holding it against her naked tits for a moment before pushing it down to her waist. She felt more than naked as she pushed the leotard down her legs, then stepped out of it.

"Nice… very nice," Phantom said as Melanie stood before him.

The teenager crossed her arms over her small tits, hiding them from the lusty eyes that bore into her very soul. The areolas were about the size of a fifty-cent piece, dark chocolate-brown with small nipples that were hardened by fear.

Melanie's checks turned pink with embarrassment. She couldn't look up. The only things she had on were her white cotton panties – the panties of a little girl – and her pink ballet slippers.

"Don't stop," Phantom said. "You don't want to make us angry, and we want to see everything you've got."

Melanie shook her head so that her luxurious mane of hair fell down the front of her body. The glistening, dark brown pigtails covered her tits. She didn't want to take off her panties because she didn't want to let the two masked boys in lettermen's jackets see what she did to herself.

"Move it, girly!" Trouble hissed through gritted teeth as he rubbed his crotch.

The girl pushed her panties down quickly and stepped out of than, putting her hands over her cunt. Phantom said, "Don't be shy, Melanie."

"Hot fucking damn!" Trouble exclaimed, seeing Melanie's shaved, pink pussy hole. "Look at that cunt!"