The Scum Score Again by likebadfun

A literotic sexstories: The Scum Score Again by likebadfun ,

Three scumbag cons capture two junior high girls.

Our van rolled into the city in search of a good place to set up shop. By setting up shop, I mean finding a decent place to run our usual Model Agency scam. Somewhere we could con some mothers out of money for modeling lessons for their daughters. We kept a supply of drug-laced brownies on our desk as a show of hospitality and to dull the mothers’ senses so they’d be easier to con.The con was good for about $6,000 per week. Plus, every couple of weeks we got a bonus: fucked a mom, a daughter or both (without permission of course).

Chad, at the wheel, complained that he just wanted a fast fuck. Pete agreed. I said we needed to score some cash first. So we looked for a nearby school to set up shop.

Finally we spotted a school: Springville Junior High. It was next to a Dunkin’ Donuts and a mall. Junior highs are good because the moms are usually still young enough to look hot and they’re not so careful with their money.

We parked in the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot and put out our sign:

MODELS Wanted
Top Model Agency

Chad and Pete kept insisting they needed a fuck. Real bad! I sighed and said, “Ok. We’ll scam one mom then go downtown and find some drunk bitch. Ok?”

Not ok. These guys whine so much. Obviously I was going to get no peace and quiet until they got a good fuck. So, I said, “Wanna go downtown now? Too early in the day to find a good drunk.”

Chad said, “Hell no. Let’s just fuck one of these bitches from the school. I want cherries.”

Pete agreed. That settled things. We’d lure a couple of young chicks from the junior high, take them somewhere quiet and private, and fuck the shit out of them. Sounded like a nice way to spend the morning. We discussed our plan of action: simple, grab them and get the hell outta there. No need to even bother with the brownies.

It was 8:45am so we watched the school girls and boys arriving at school. We figured no one would come to our door until mid-morning break. We were wrong.

Bored, I glanced out the window. A couple school girls came out of Dunkin’ Donuts munching on, what else, donuts. One noticed our sign and nudged the other girl. They both looked, whispered together a moment, and headed toward our door.

I called to Chad and Pete, “Incoming”

One of the girls was a blond with shoulder length hair. She wore a knee-length red skirt, yellow blouse and a blue windbreaker. She carried a backpack on her back. Didn’t seem to have much upfront, I mean not much in the way of tits, but she looked like her cherry must still be available.

The other one looked Asian. She wore clunky glasses, a blue skirt to mid-calf, white blouse, and a red windbreaker. She carried a Hello Kitty backpack in her hand. Again not much in the way of tits but, a girl as nerdy as this one looked, almost certainly still had her cherry.

I grinned and told the guys, “Two cherries.” Then I dug out my bottle and swallowed a load of Viagra.

A soft knock on the door. Chad picked up some rags to use as gags and some rope. Pete licked his lips. I opened the door.

The young blonde with a perky nose shyly looked at me and asked, “Are you really a modeling agency?”

Dumb ass question.

“Yes” I answered. “Come in.”

She whispered something to the Asian nerd, nodded, smiled shyly and came in. The Asian nerd followed right behind.

Pete’s big hand slammed right into the blonde’s face knocking her into the wall and completely covering her nose and mouth so she couldn’t breathe or make a sound.

My hand smashed into the Asian nerd’s face in the same way pinning her against the wall while Chad closed the door. He assured us that no one saw.

The blonde’s eyes were wide as she struggled, kicking wildly. Pete just pushed her a little up the wall so her toes barely touched the floor as he continued to block her air passages.

I followed suit with the Asian nerd. She was shorter than the blonde and her toes didn’t even reach the floor. She tried scratching while struggling for air. Put a nasty scratch on my hand. Well, she would pay for that.

After a couple minutes both girls struggles lessened as the lack of air took effect. Soon they stopped struggling at all and went limp. Pete dropped the blonde on the floor, shrugged and went to start the engine. I dropped the Asian nerd on top of the blonde.

Chad grinned and stuck rags in their mouths.

I popped a can of beer and sat back to watch as Chad tied their hands behind their backs. Next, he took ropes, looped a rope through each girl’s skirt belt and up through some heavy duty hooks in the roof and hoisted them off their feet so they just dangled there sort of leaning back. I thought the rope through the belts was a nice touch. Creative.

The backpack still hung from the blonde’s shoulders. The Asian nerd’s Hello Kitty bag lay on the floor beside the remaining half of her chocolate donut. I ate the donut while rummaging through her bag. A math book and a science book, both with the number Nine on the front. Name inside said “Ting Zhang”. Stupid name. I’d make her pay for making me fuck a bitch with a stupid name.

I cut the backpack off the blonde and looked through it. Same science book and a history book also with the number Nine on it. The inside cover had a name “Linda Sommers”. There was also a blue gym suit.

We admired our new play things as Pete drove off to a quiet, secluded place where we could play without being disturbed.

I enjoyed watching our latest toys suspended by their belts. Their young, soft legs hung down about 6 inches off the floor. Their arms were tied behind their backs. Their heads hung down backwards forcing their mouths open. I thought about what I could do with their mouths. My hands idly rubbed my crotch. The Viagra was working, my cock was hard as an iron rod.

I watched their sweet young bodies slowly spin as Pete turned onto a gravel road. First Linda’s eyes opened, flickered, then stared as she realized she was hanging in the air. She kicked her legs and lifted her head.

I enjoyed the leg kicking because it gave me a glimpse of her polka dot panties. I really wanted to jump on her right away but Pete would get pissed if we started without him. So we waited for him to get to our destination. Chad was having trouble controlling himself. His hands were busy squeezing his crotch.

A minute later the Asian nerd, what was her name? Ting a ling a ling or something. Anyway her eyes opened, widened and instantly welled up in tears. Her chest heaved as she sobbed through her gag. Her legs started kicking too.

Nice. Two pieces of tender young meat kicking and spinning in front of us. I almost came in my pants just watching. I blew a kiss to each of them.

The van slowed and pulled off the road. I looked outside. We were in a clearing surrounded by trees. Deserted. Quiet. Remote. Just right.

Pete came to join us sporting a big bulge in his pants.

Chad slid his hand slowly up one leg of the blonde, I already forgot her name. Just meat. Pete put his hand on the other bare leg, slowly caressing it as our toy struggled, whimpered and kicked. The kicking just made them laugh.

I reached for her blue windbreaker and whispered in her ear, “Time to unwrap our new toy.” I enjoyed the way she shook and how the tears suddenly streamed from her eyes. I tugged on the jacket zipper. Stuck. I didn’t mind. I just grabbed the top and yanked as hard as I could. It tore down the front exposing her yellow blouse.

By now Chad’s hand had reached the inside of her upper thigh. He seemed to be rubbing something under the red skirt. His finger seemed to hook on something, tugged hard and emerged with a fistful of torn polka dot panties. Nice. He looked proud as he waved his trophy. Pete’s hand went under the skirt also, grabbed something, twisted and emerged with the rest of the polka dot cloth.

I heard a gurgling noise come from the blonde’s throat. I slapped her face so she would stop making that irritating sound. Then I reached behind her back, grabbed the top of the jacket and tore it from top to bottom. Now the jacket was in two pieces hanging from her arms.

Looking at the Asian nerd I could see she was staring at us in disbelief. I went over and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry Chinky, you won’t have to wait long.” I gave her an affectionate pat on the crotch as her tears poured down faster. She made a bunch of burbling sounds so I gave her a slap too.

Back to the blonde piece of meat. Chad had her skirt pulled up to the waist and Pete was idly poking around her slit while avoiding kicks. I stuck my head close to get a good look and remarked, “Not much fur. Can’t be more than 5 or 6 hairs. Almost bald.”

“Yeah.” Chad put in. “No getting hairs stuck on my tongue. Let’s finish ripping it’s clothes off.”

With that he seized the skirt in his fist and tore it off. He then proceeded to rip it into a few more pieces which he tossed into the air with a whoop. Being tied to the rope, the belt stayed on. The belt loops tore off.

Pete put his hand at the top of the toy’s blouse and tore it straight down. The buttons went flying. A couple more tears and the blonde’s blouse hung in rags from her arms as she twisted in the air. A near bald pussy, a naked smooth belly and a small, flimsy white bra greeted us. Her chest heaved, obviously in great distress. Quite entertaining I thought.

Reaching toward the bra I said, “Let’s see those titties.”

Chad threw in, “Kinda small. You sure there’s titties in there?”

Pete fell over laughing.

My hand grasped one cup and yanked back to tear it off. It just snapped back in place. Pete reached behind the baby cow and broke the clasps. My second yank took the bra off so hard it flew to the front of the travel van leaving the baby cow’s tits fully exposed.

We all laughed and Pete joked, “Hey honey, those are so small we gonna have to stretch them.”

Her tits stuck out less than an inch, the nipples were small and hard. I admired our toy twisting in the air, it’s sweet flesh trembling in fear. The burbling from its throat continued so I gave each tit a hard slap.