Don Scott - Two raped schoolgirls

To go hunting for this type of animal, Sandy realized she needed to dress the part. So she selected clothes that would insure her access to whatever cock she thought might possibly be Phantom's.

She pulled thigh-high stockings up her slender legs. The stockings were white and patterned, identical to the pair she had worn two days earlier. Next came a pair of satin bikini panties that were so sheer and skimpy they just barely covered the crack of her ass. Sandy chose not to wear a bra. The last garment was her dress, which she had hemmed up several inches higher than the manufacturer intended.

The dress was cut low in front, showing off the inner swells of her medium-sized tits. The dress came down to mid-thigh, almost to the tops of her stockings. When she would sit down, the dress would pull up so high on her thighs her cunt would nearly be exposed.

Sandy was dressed to kill, dressed to be seduced – dressed for hunting a Phantom.

His name was Benjamin Monroe, and from the bulge in his pants, Sandy figured he had to have a pretty big prick. The bulge didn't seem to indicate a foot-long cock, but then Sandy had seen how cocks could grow.

"Yeah, Sandy, what's going on?" Benjamin asked.

He didn't know Sandy very well, but had fantasized about her often. She was, in his opinion, the foxiest-looking girl in school. When she said she wanted to speak to him in private, he didn't hesitate for a second.

"There's something I want to say to you," Sandy said, fighting the trembling in her stomach.

This might be more difficult than she originally figured. She certainly wasn't a virgin, but seducing a classmate she hardly knew wasn't really her style.

"It's very difficult for me, so please don't say anything until I'm finished. Okay?"

"Okay," Benjamin replied, his mind reeling. Sandy shook her head, sending her shimmering strawberry blonde hair in motion. She was an absolute knockout, a real stunner.

"Will you tell me how big your cock is?"

Sandy could see the utter confusion in the boy's eyes and realized instantly there wasn't any way she was going to find out how big Benjamin's prick was until she took the initiative in getting his rod hard.

"I-I don't really know," Benjamin stammered.

"Will you let me find out?"

Sandy's wide, sensual mouth curled into a smile when Benjamin nodded his head. They were standing beneath the bleachers of the foot of the stadium and it was the middle. School was in session and they both had a free hour to do what they wanted. She looked around quickly, hoping there worst my students or teachers around who might see.

"Don't tell anybody about this," Sandy purred as she rubbed Benjamin's crotch.

She could feel his cock responding to her touch. The prick was stretching down his leg and Sandy figured that if she didn't get his cock out of his fly soon, she'd never be able to get it out until it was soft again.

Sandy jerked Benjamin's zipper down quickly, thrusting her small hand inside his pants. The cock was still rubbery, but she could feel the blood pumping into it, making it grow, and becoming harder by the second. She had to act quickly or would be forced to make Benjamin, with his pants down and she didn't want to take off any more clothes than was absolutely necessary in cue they needed to make a fast escape.

"Damn it all," Benjamin whispered, his eyes wide as saucers. "You've got no idea how may times I dreamed of you doing this."

Sandy knew then without a shadow of a doubt that Benjamin Monroe was the Phantom. If he had dreamed of her going straight for his cock, he certainly wasn't the kind of guy who would tie her up and force her to give him a blowjob. But as Sandy's hand worked from the cockhead to the root of Benjamin's prick, it grew to a monstrous ten inches.

"You're not him," Sandy said quietly.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Benjamin asked.

This was getting even more weird by the second and he hadn't the foggiest notion as to why Sandy Hamilton was dressed as revealingly as she was, or why her hand was moving back and forth on his bone-hard prick.

"You're not him and I've got to leave," Sandy said, the words coming out quickly. "I've made a terrible mistake."

"What? Wait, you can't leave me like this!" Benjamin said, on the verge of anger. If there was anything the otherwise mild-tempered boy couldn't stand it was a cock-teaser!

Sandy looked at Benjamin's big cock. It was big, all right. Big and hard as a rock. But it wasn't Phantom's cock and she really didn't want to do anything with Benjamin. But she didn't want to hurt his feelings either and Sandy knew that if she got the reputation as a cockteaser, it would be all around school in a day or two.

Bending over at the waist, Sandy flicked her tongue out, lashing at the conical crown of Benjamin's awesome cock. The cock leaped in her hand, ten inches and very thick.

Benjamin pushed his fingers through Sandy's satin-smooth hair, swirling it around her head. He looked down and watched her pink tongue flicking over the head of his cock. The sight of such an incredibly beautiful girl tonguing his prick was almost more than Benjamin could take. Sandy's face always looked beautiful, but seeing it at his prick as her tongue curled around his cockhead made her even more attractive.

"We've got to hurry," Sandy said, her right hand sliding over the cockshaft. "We can't stay here very long or somebody will catch us."

"Yeah, sure, sac," Benjamin answered quickly.

Sandy turned it on for the boy. She used her left hand to squeeze and fondle his balls through his pants, using her right to stroke the fiery prick. She opened her wide mouth and sucked the cockhead in, squeezing the cockshaft with her gleaming red lips while her tongue worked against the cleft. Hot, salty pre-cum dribbled from the pisshole and Sandy licked it up, savoring the pungent, manly taste of Benjamin's spunk.

"Mmmmm!" Sandy moaned, her satiny tresses flicking over her cheeks as she bobbed her face over the cock.

Holding the pricktip in her mouth, Sandy nibbled on the head, chewing on it with her lips as she danced her fiery tongue over the pisshole. Benjamin's crown was big enough to almost completely fill her mouth.

"Awwwwwww! Suck it, Sandy! You're so good! Ohhhhh!"

The words reinforced Sandy's belief that Benjamin wasn't the Phantom. He was too polite, too caring for him to be a bastard cruel enough to tie her up and rape her. Sandy was somewhat disappointed that he wasn't the Phantom, but she was also glad that Benjamin, who had always been polite and kind to her in school, wasn't some kind of monster.

As Sandy pistoned her face back and forth, dragging her hotly sucking lips over the rim of Benjamin's pricktip, her hard-nippled tits jiggled from her chest. The low-cut dress barely contained the swaying mounds of youthful, firm tit-flesh as she gulped hot cockmeat into her mouth. She rocked on her open-toed, high-heeled shoes, hoping that nobody was watching her.

Sandy moaned, filling her ravenous mouth with the cock. The taste of Benjamin's prickrod delighted Sandy and she felt her panda clinging wetly to the hot, lust-swollen lip of her cunt. Even though she had no intention of getting turned on – she was, after all, only hunting for the Phantom – Sandy Hamilton felt the growing, burning need to have a big, hard prick shoving into her pussy.

She gulped the throbbing cock into her mouth until the red, taut pricktip was against her tonsils. Sandy wished she could deep-throat the huge cock like she had seen Maria Towne do, but she just couldn't. Still, she knew that she was giving a good, sexy, hot blowjob because Benjamin's cockrod was pulsing between her lips.

Sandy chewed the cockpole. She removed her left hand from Benjamin's balls, sliding the hand up between her thighs to caress her red-hot clit through her panties. Whatever good intentions she had of remaining emotionally detached while searching for the Phantom vanished the second she touched her own clit. She shivered from head to foot, her nipples making sharp dents in her dress and her legs seemed to turn to Jell-O.