Don Scott - Two raped schoolgirls

This isn't right I thought Melanie, shifting her weight from one for to the next. She had always been shy, always quiet and reserved. But standing naked before these two masked boys, she could feel her slick pussy juices oozing to the shaven petals of her cunthole.

Why? she thought, her mind spinning out of control. Why do I want to do what they tell me? Why? Why? Why?

"On your knees, Melanie," the Phantom said. "You're going to suck us."

Melanie rationalized what she as doing. She couldn't openly admit to herself that she wanted to give both masked boys blowjobs. That was unthinkable to her! She'd never act so lewdly, so wantonly. She was doing it because if she didn't, they might very well hurt her.

At least that's what she told herself as she, with nervous fingers, unzipped Phantom's jeans and reached for his prick.

In seconds Melanie's gloriously naked, slender body was twisting and turning on the hard wooden floor of the soundproof dance room as she pistoned her head and shoulders to chew on the biggest prick she'd ever seen.

As she gave Phantom's prick the loving attention of her mouth, Melanie used her right hand on Trouble's prickpole. She pounded on the nine-inch prick, working her tiny hand from stem to stern until it throbbed hotly in her fist.

"Eat my cock, Rich Bitch!" Phantom hissed, standing with his hands on his hips, his jeans down around his thighs.

Melanie sat on the backs of her heels. She nibbled on the shaft of Phantom's heavily veined prick, amazed that she had just the cockhead in her mouth, yet her mouth was completely filled. Turning her head, she pulled Trouble's cock toward her face and he immediately tossed his hips forward, punching his pricktip between her ruby red lips.

"Umm!" Melanie gasped as the throbbing pricktip forced her lips apart, wedging her tongue to the bottom of her moth, ramming hard against the opening of her throat.

"Don't bitch, you little cunt," Trouble said angrily, feeling the young girl's hot, juicy mouth working on his cock. "You're going to take everything we give you – and you're going to like it!"

As she gave Trouble a blow-job, Melanie's hair jounced around her body, the velvety curls dancing down her front, tickling her sensitive nipples to make them even harder. Her shaved pussy tightened and relaxed, getting hotter and more moist by the second. Melanie knew deep in her soul that at least one of her attackers was going to fuck her and, though she didn't want to admit it to herself, she also knew that she was really going to get off on it.

Melanie used the tip of her pink tongue to play with the slitted pisshole of Trouble's cockhead. She tasted a salty drop of pre-cum and something else. Was that pussyjuice she tasted? Of course it was! Trouble had fucked someone else, and very recently!

These guys must really be studs, she thought, curling her tongue around the mouth-filling shaft of Trouble's cockpole. If they can fuck one chick, then still want more, they must really be studs!

Her hair tickled her throbbing nipples, sending lust racing through Melanie's feverish body. She took turns sucking on the cocks, wrapping her sensual lips around Phantom's prick, then chewing Trouble's cock into her face until her cute facial features were distorted by its length and thickness.

"Okay, that's enough," Phantom said. "Now I'm going to fuck you."

Melanie didn't really know what was expected of her and she looked up at the two masked faces, holding a big, fiery cock in each hand, the pricktips close to her mouth. When Phantom grabbed her under the arms and hoisted her up, she knew immediately that he wanted her to wrap her slender legs around his waist. She did so and as she was descending, she felt the blunt, conical head of Phantom's incredible prick pushing against the shaven lips of her cunt.

"I can't," she gasped. "You're too big!"

"Like hell," Phantom shot back, holding Melanie's lean hips as she gyrated around in front of him with her legs around his middle. "You'll take it and you'll love it!"

Phantom's hands were at the small tight, silky smooth curves of Melanie's asscheeks. She felt his fingers digging into her tender flesh, forcing her asscheeks apart. And then, to her surprise, she felt her pussy juice thickened cuntlips parting. Her lean, quivering body dropped half a foot and six solid inches of cockmeat were forced into her tight, tiny pussy.

"Awwwwwww!" Melanie gasped, toning her head back on her shoulders. The fiery column of manmeat spread the girl's rosy petals far apart. The girth of Phantom's prick was incredible!

Melanie threw her head forward, resting her cheek on Phantom's shoulder as she dropped lower. The cock threatened to bend, but held steady as it pushed the final few inches into the juicy, clutching recesses of the teenager's pussyhole.

Despite her personal revulsion at what was happening to her, Melanie couldn't deny that having the broad, veined upper surface of Phantom's magnificent cock rubbing against her sizzling clit felt good. It was better than good – it was the most erotic feeling Melanie had ever known! Nothing had ever made her feel so completely filled with cockmeat as the Phantom's prick.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned softly, her mind working as the Phantom started pulling her slender body up, then letting her drop down that his cockhead pushed deep into her cunt, nudging her womb.

As she rocked up and down, taking the huge prick into her juicy cunt, Melanie's small, lust hardened nipples rubbed against the Phantom's shirt. The contact sent shivers through her body and she twitched, feeling her insides turn to jelly. If this continued, Melanie knew, she would soon be cumming.

Melanie locked her ankles together around Phantom's waist, helping him hold her up. She had her arms around his neck and used what little strength she had left to push herself up, assisting the rapist. The Phantom's hands were still at her tight asscheeks, spreading them apart painfully. Melanie didn't mind the discomfort – it was mild in comparison to the magnificent feelings that the huge, throbbing prick gave her.

She felt something warm and spongy against her exposed asshole, but Melanie didn't pay much attention to it. She was completely consumed with the prick that filled her pussy.

But then it happened, and she was wracked with fear.

Trouble was going to fuck her asshole!

Trouble's pink, taut pricktip was at the puckered opening of Melanie's asshole. He pressed his body against her back, feeling the heat of her as she squirmed against Phantom. The silkiness of her hair, the smell of her long tresses, made him wild with lust. The ends of her dark locks nearly touched his prick as he shoved it between the pale half-moons of her cheeks.

"Don't!" Melanie hissed.

She, however, did nothing more than that to try to stop Trouble from ass-fucking her. In the deepest wanton recesses of her mind, it seemed the most erotic thing in the world to be suspended above the floor, getting double-fucked by two masked boys.

"Give it to her," Melanie heard Phantom hiss. His mouth was near her car and she could feel the heat of his breath. "Fuck her asshole!"

Fortunately Melanie had sucked Trouble's cock before he tried to ream her asshole and her mouth had slickened his throbbing prickrod. She felt the four hands pull her up, then please her lean body, letting her drop down. When she descended, the pressure against her tight asshole was amazing.

It couldn't happen, Melanie kept telling herself. These sorts of things just didn't happen.

But then she felt her tight ass hole opening up, engulfing the pulsating, reddish tip of Trouble's cockpole. And once that was accomplished, the cock's forward progress continued relentlessly, driving ever deeper into her ass.

Melanie's waist-length, curly tresses were flattened against her back. Her svelte, naked body was crushed between the two heaving, grunting, straining rapists. And she felt two cocks, one larger than the other, one in her cunt and one in her asshole, reaming out her openings, driving full-length into her body. She took the cocks to the hilt, her cunt and asshole feeling like they were tearing as the cockpoles jammed into her quivering, overheated young body.