Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

"Oh, Hill," Helen moaned, as she felt her husband's cock thrust inward, until she felt his balls pressing against her quivering ass cheeks.

She kept her hands on his firm, powerful buttocks, thrilling to the sensation of his muscles rippling, as he raised his ass high in the air, pulling his cock out until only the tip of it was embedded in her cunt, and then lunged forward again, driving his cock deeply into the steaming well of her sex.

Helen could feel the hard beating of Hill's heart against her tit, felt the warmth of his body, which radiated from his clothes and into her body. Helen felt as if she were melting in Hill's embrace, as he moved his cock in and out of her sensuously, slowly, driving his cock deeply into her, and pulling it out with smooth, firm strokes.

Her cuntal walls closed in around his massive peter. She felt the heat of his prick permeate the twitching walls of her cunt. Her pussy juices flowed lavishly out of her cunt, and trickled out of her tightly-stuffed hole. It dribbled in a warm, slimy stream down her ass crack, and pooled on the leather cushions beneath her humping ass.

She ground her swollen, hot pussy up into Hill's hairy groin. Her clitoris tingled and jerked as it made hot contact with his wiry pubic hairs.

Her breathing issued from her passion-constricted throat in gasping sobs, as her heat built.

Hill drove his indefatigable dork in and out of her cunt. Helen kneaded the flesh of his ass cheeks, savoring the smoothness of his skin. His cock felt hot and hard in her cunt as it drove deeply and smoothly in and out of her.

She started to grind her hips upward, mashing her swollen pink flesh against her husband's hairy groin. She became wanton, wild, as the passion increased.

Her husband continued to hump in and out of her with a steady, demanding force, as Helen started to go wild under him.

She felt lost in his arms, felt as if she were drowning in the weight of his passion.

He grunted, and his humping became harder, and faster. Helen felt his cock swelling in her cunt. She felt it growing, felt it like a wild snake slithering deeper into the dark, wet reaches of her sex tunnel.

She threw her legs around her husband's hard-humping waist, and clung to him, as the first throes of her orgasm gripped at her gut, like a warm, wet fist, massaging her entrails gently, exacting from them their pleasure.

She felt the pleasure well up hotly, felt her pussy juices spew out of her tightly-stuffed hole. She started to whimper as the delicious delirium overtook her mind, fogging it. The spasms in her gut spread outward in hot, ponderous waves, until her itching cuntal walls began to convulse.

She felt her muscles gripping at her husband's hard-driving dork, felt her orgasm drive higher and higher, as her husband continued to plow in and out of the hot dark hole of her pussy.

She gripped at his waist with her legs, and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him hotly, greedily. Hill's mouth took possession of hers, and his tongue flicked in and out of her hot oral cavity with almost the same rhythm that his cock was driving in and out of her hot, wet cunt.

Helen felt totally abandoned to the pleasure of her husband's lust, felt her orgasm wash over her in convulsive wave after wave, until she writhed like a mad woman under her husband's strong, demanding body.

As her orgasm peaked, Hill's cock exploded with its hot eruption of man juice. Helen felt her cunt, like a hungry, gaping maw, suck up the juices, deep into her womb, where they mixed hotly with her pussy cream, and then poured back down her cunt, spilling out in a golden stream onto her thoroughly soaked ass.

Against her quivering, humping ass cheeks, her husband's balls slapped wildly, wetly, lewdly.

Hill's cock made wet sucking noises, as it thrust in and out of her quivering, convulsing quim.

Helen heard him grunt, felt his grip on her flailing body tighten, as his cock pistoned in and out of her like greased lightning, every inward thrust depositing another load of scum into her hot and eager hole.

Helen squealed as her orgasm peaked, and then started to fade awry. She writhed against him for a long time. Her orgasm was prolonged, and powerful, and when she finally relaxed against her husband's still-heaving body, while he emptied his balls into her, she was still trembling with the intense pleasure of the fuck she had had.

Hill thrust into her one last time, and then lay, relaxed, and trembling with the aftermath of his own orgasm, pressing her body into the couch.

"I love being fucked by you," Helen said. "You have to be the best stud in the world."

"Keep up that talk, and I'll fuck you again."

"I'd love you to!" Helen exclaimed, squeezing her pussy muscles against Hill's still raging ramrod.

She rubbed her tits against her husband's chest, wishing she were naked. But it was almost time for the children to come home, and there was supper to finish.

Hill looked at his watch, and frowned slightly. He pulled out of her. He helped her to a sitting position.

Helen squirmed against the leather seat of the couch, feeling the soft sensuous touch of the leather against her come-covered, bare ass. Their combined come cream oozed out of her tight hole, arousing Helen, greasing her for more action.

She reached down and picked up her panties, and put them on, loving the sticky-wet feel of their combined juices against her sex flesh.

Hill grabbed her and hugged her tightly, and then kissed her.

"Enough!" she gasped. "I have to finish supper."

"I'm going out for a walk and have a pipe," Hill said.

"Supper will be ready in an hour. You'll have plenty of time," Helen said, gazing fondly at her husband one last time before she left the room.

Hill walked up the stairs to the bathroom, to wipe himself off. Then, looking at his watch, he got a powerful gleam in his eyes which was physically reflected in his cock's getting hard again, immediately.

Around Sylvan Hills, everyone ate about six-thirty, unless there were dinner parties, which were usually at the standard eight o'clock. But the children, encouraged to stay out-of-doors as much as possible, didn't have to come home until just before supper time.

He wondered, if he got his costume, if Sarah would still be in that meadow. The light was rapidly fading from the sky, as the day passed. There was plenty of cover, and the wood behind his lawn traveled in an unbroken line to the meadow. He could at least get to the meadow undetected.

Sarah had expressed a desire to have her cherry popped, and Hill was more than willing to oblige.

He pulled out the costume from its hiding place. He would have to find a place for it, outside the house. For this evening, he knew he could get out without his wife's seeing him with it, since she was busy in the kitchen.

He would go out the front door, and then around to the back of the house in a diagonal path that led away from the large windows in the kitchen.

When he got to the woods, he put on the mask and cape with trembling hands. He decided not to use the gloves. He buried the gloves deep in the loam-rich soil. They were only a hindrance. Without them, he could feel the sweet young flesh. With them, he could feel nothing, a fact which had frustrated him when he raped Molly.

The other good thing about Sarah's location, if she were still in the meadow, was that it was situated far enough away from the lake to make his actions sufficiently unpredictable so that no one could foresee them, or anticipate them.

He grinned as he tread softly in the woods, keeping a keen eye on the shifting shadows in case there were children around, playing hide and seek, cocking his head every now and then to listen.

The woods got darker and darker, as he progressed through them to the field.