Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

"Ohhh!" he heard the voice of one of his own beloved daughters respond, "what I wouldn't do to have it happen to me."

"Well, I think all you have to do is walk by the lake," Molly said.

"To think you got your cherry popped first in all the class!" the other little voice exclaimed.

Hill peered into the dimness of the boathouse. Sitting around on top of one of the boats, which was covered with tarpaulin, were his daughters, Molly, Sarah, and a young bright redhead named Anita Lewis.

"I'm going to start walking by the lake tonight," Sarah declared. Her house was also close to the lake behind Hill's house.

Hill felt his cock lurch to powerful life in his pants. He couldn't believe the conversation he was hearing, and yet, he could.

"Me, too!" Anita said.

"No, you can't!" Molly exclaimed with dismay. "We can't all do it at once, or he won't come again, and none of us will get fucked."

"But you've already had your cherry popped!" Debrah exclaimed. "Now it's our turn. I think you should just stay home and let the rest of us take turns till we all get raped!"

Hill's body flattened against the wall of the boathouse. His own daughter! And she wanted to be raped!

He couldn't understand it.

"Oh, he was so wonderful!" Molly crooned. "Better than I ever hoped it would be!"

"I wish I could get raped. I think grown men are better than boys anyway," Sarah said mournfully. "All they do is pinch, and pant, and they never seem to get anywhere."

The girls all giggled.

Hill was now laughing silently to himself.

In France, the tradition was to send a young boy to a brothel in the company of an older man, and it was the tradition for older men to seduce younger girls, and Hill, deducing his conclusion from what the horny little girls were saying now, decided that it wasn't such a bad idea.

His only objection was that they were so young!

He decided, however, that he was judging them on his own very subjective feelings about his own daughters. He would hate to see them deflowered by bunglers when they were too young to physically cope with the situation.

Over and above that very realistic consideration, Hill was so enamored of them, that he was absolutely jealous of any boy they brought home. He compensated for his feelings by being excessively nice to the boys, who always came back for more, finding an older man who talked to them nicely, and sympathized with them without getting aloof or paternalistic.

Hill winced, feeling his raging cock throbbing against the prison of his pants. He was so thoroughly aroused by what he had heard that his tumescence caused him pain.

It was going to be a long afternoon before he got home, he thought to himself.

Slowly, a rather perverted plot formed in his head.

He could very easily compensate for his incestuous desire for his daughters by amusing himself with the sexual education of some of the girls whom he taught. He felt a sense of relief, knowing that he hadn't hurt Molly, but he became more and more enamored of his idea, as the afternoon wore on.

When he went home, he needed relief desperately. Debrah and Donna were staying after school for choir practice, and would be home later.

He started on his homeward trip, intent on making love to his wife. Before he turned the corner into the wide, tree-lined street where his house was, he passed a meadow. It was thick with shrubbery, and the grass was high.

Frequently, the children played in the lush jungle of vegetation. He heard singing. The voice was high and sweet.

He peered over the broken hedge into the meadow, and saw Sarah, sitting underneath a bush. She was making a chain of dandelions.

Hill's fingers itched to get at the little girl, and then he realized that he was not disguised, and he didn't want to take the chance of being recognized. That would spoil the game immediately, and sure enough, one of the girls would talk!

He hurried homeward, cursing the chance he had missed, and determined in future to prepare himself for such opportunities.

Sarah was such a luscious piece of teenaged ass that he would hate to pass her up.

"Hello, darling! Did you have a good day?" his wife asked, kissing him on the cheek, as he came up behind her at the stove, where she was preparing supper.

Hill put his arms around her waist, and pressed her back into his raging hard-on.

Helen shivered with delight, and automatically turned down the fire under the food, and checked the oven. She could feel her husband's hard-on against her fine, firm buns, and her pussy started to cream.

Hill turned her around, and framed his wife's beautiful, heart-shaped face in his hands, bringing her face very close to his, so that their breaths mingled.

He looked deeply into her eyes, and Helen melted in the gaze.

She tilted her mouth up for a kiss, and moaned as his mouth covered hers.

Hill's tongue thrust inward sensuously. He flicked his tongue around and around on his wife's soft lips, and then pried it in slowly, into her mouth.

As he kissed her, he was in his mind's eye, kissing Sarah, and he became more and more aroused, but also more and more gentle. Helen was aware of the soft quality, the burning desire, the sweetness of the kiss.

She threw her arms around his neck, and pressed her muff into her husband's raging hard-on, feeling the thick, hard meat pushing against her quivering muff.

"Oh, Hill," she moaned, softly.

"Have I ever told you how marvelous you are?" Hill said softly, tracing the clean plane of her cheek from her high cheek bones down to her chin.

"All the time," Helen murmured, grabbing his hand and kissing it. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world, and I have the best husband."

She sucked on one of Hill's fingers, and then bit it gently. Hill grunted, and pulled his wife away from the work counter, where he had pressed her. Taking her by the hand, he led her into the family room, off the kitchen, and closed and locked the door.

He pulled her toward the couch, and sat down, pulling her down on his lap.

Again he kissed her.

Helen, sitting on his muscular, lean thighs, felt the tremor of his passion, and responded to it with a passion of her own.

She sucked her husband's tongue into her mouth, and bit on it gently. He started to raise her skirt, and fondled her muff, feeling the juices of her lust soaking her panties.

Helen lifted off his lap slightly, as his fingers hooked into the elastic waistband, and pulled them off, down to her knees.

Kicking her legs, Helen worked them down to her ankles, and then dropped them.

Her husband pushed her onto her back on the couch, and raised her skirt above her hips, until it was bunched at her waist, while Helen fumbled with his belt buckle, releasing it, and then pulled down his fly zipper.

She moaned, as her husband's erection popped out at her, hard and ready, and pulsing with lust. She gripped it, kneading the soft flesh which encased his hardness.

Hill lay on top of his wife's lush body, and pulled his pants down around his knees. He felt his lust grow as his wife's hands reached around to cup his tight, muscular buttocks.

He placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and thrust inward slowly. His cock head slipped easily into her well-buttered cunt, she was so hot and creamy – smooth and wet!

He worked his hands under her sweating back, pressing her tits against his throbbing chest, flattening them out.

Helen moaned, feeling her nipples pucker, feeling the hot ripples of pleasure which the sensitive buds sent through her body.

Hill pushed inward, feeling his wife's tight cunt give way before the fleshy onslaught of his powerful prick. He felt the sensitive flesh twitch and tingle under the wet soft stimulation of her soft tunnel.