Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

That wouldn't stop the children from playing in them. Fear was absent in Sylvan Hills, and the darkness held no terrors for its inhabitants.

It obviously held no terrors for eager little virgins, waiting to have their cherries popped, either!

Hill came up close to the meadow. He peered through a tree on the edge of the forest. Sarah was picking more dandelions. Her hair wore a golden crown of them, and there was a large necklace of them falling down over her full breasts.

Hill crouched down and stalked, like a beast of prey.

He knew that he had to have her and, right, then and there.

Sarah loved the meadow, where she was gathering the golden dandelions. She had always loved it, and went there in her solitary moods, to be alone.

This particular evening, she was thinking of Molly's graphic description of how she had been raped.

Sarah wanted more than anything to feel a big hot cock in her sweet little cunt. She had wanted it since she was about ten years old.

But Molly had been the lucky one.

When Sarah left school, she went home and left her books on her desk, and went out to be alone. She had thought initially of going down by the lake, but the agreement among the girls (which Hill had not heard, since he left before the bell rang for afternoon classes, to avoid being seen), was that Anita would get first shot at the lake territory, to be followed by Debrah, and then Donna, and then Sarah.

Sarah had let them all have first choice, since she tended to be a sweet-tempered, rather self-effacing girl. As she gathered the bright weeds, she wished she hadn't been so forebearing.

Her cunt was creaming, and she had a wild desire to frig herself right here in the meadow.

As the idea grew on her she thought to herself, why not? Who passed this way at this time of night? Most of the children were probably playing in their back yards. There were no boys in the woods tonight, playing cops and robbers, or cowboys and Indians.

There was only Sarah, under a darkening sky, watching the first stars of evening appear, gathering dandelions to make a belt with.

And the more she thought about the idea, the more she liked it. Her pursuit for dandelions took her closer and closer to the woods.

She stood up and looked around. There was plenty of shrubbery. She became so rapt in thought that she didn't hear the crackling which indicated a heavy footstep behind her.

The impact of the man's body against hers jarred her. She felt a hand over her mouth, and felt herself lifted easily in a pair of powerful arms, and dragged toward the woods.

Her eyes opened wide, as fear filled her with icy-cold fingers. And then her heart began to pound like a trip hammer in her young breast. It must be the rapist! At least, Sarah hoped it was.

At the same time, she experienced an acute anxiety. What if he weren't as nice with her as he had been with Molly? What if he hurt? What if he killed her?

Molly hadn't told her mother what had happened, and Sarah, being dragged into the darkness of the woods, now regretted that Molly hadn't said anything. It was a terrible thing, raping a young girl.

Sarah, for all she wanted cock, didn't want it, now that the moment was upon her. It was a fateful moment, as it is with any virgin, especially when the virgin was only thirteen years old.

She shivered, and her icy cold fingers gripped at the hand around her mouth, as she struggled to free herself.

"Be quiet," said the man in a deep, rasping kind of voice.

Sarah obeyed.

The man pushed her down onto the earth, his hand still over her mouth. With his other hand, he reached under Sarah's skirt, and she felt him fumbling with her panties. Sarah thought that her breath had been sucked out of her lungs.

Her struggles were instinctive, but faint, because the desire welled up in her. So far, he hadn't hurt her, and the description of the man Molly gave fit this man – the dark cape – the mask over his eyes.

The man pulled her panties off quickly, and then spread her legs, kneeling down between them. Sarah whimpered behind the firm hand which covered her mouth.

And then she felt the man's hand cupping her muff. She stiffened for a moment, and then she felt the hot, fabulous ripples of warm pleasure coursing through her body.

The man's hand on her muff was totally different from her own soft hands, when she frigged herself. She was wet and hot and ready, her pussy lips swollen and pouting from beneath her plump white outer lips.

She felt the man's finger moving up and down over her sensitive sex flesh, and hot flashes of sensual bliss ran through her.

She felt him slip one finger almost delicately into her little dripping hole. She heard him grunt, as he lowered himself on her body.

She heard the harsh rasping of metal on metal, as the man lowered the zipper of his fly. The woods were very dark now, and she could barely make out the dim white length of his massive prick.

The size of it scared her, and she started to struggle again. She felt that he would kill her with that thing.

But perhaps he wouldn't. She remembered Molly describing it as huge, bigger than she thought a cock should be.

She moaned, as she felt his hot flesh press against the wet entrance of her pussy.

Slowly the man pushed inward, and Sarah forgot to struggle, as she felt his huge, hard ram rod slipping into her tiny fuck hole.

She lay, spread-eagled beneath his big body, as his hot cock slipped into her, spreading her pussy walls wide. The sensation was indescribable to the little girl.

She almost stopped breathing as she felt the hot waves of pleasure rush upward, until her head was buzzing, and her ears rang with the lust which took possession of her.

Molly was right. It was wonderful! And he wasn't hurting her.

She closed her eyes, and her body relaxed, as the man's cock pushed in farther and farther. Then she felt it against her hymen.

She stiffened again, because Molly said that was the only time it hurt. But all little girls of Sarah's age knew that it hurt at least a little bit the first time, she reasoned.

She felt the man's cock push inward roughly. Her body arched up as she felt the sharp sting, felt the welling up of her virgin blood, and then she relaxed again, as the man's cock pushed deep, deep into her tiny little hole.

His cock was buried balls-deep in her quivering quim. For awhile, his cock remained still in her cunt, as if he were letting her get used to the phenomenal length and breadth of it.

Then he started to move in and out of her. Sarah's breathing became labored and harsh as the man's cock pulled out to the tip, and then moved in again, slowly. Each thrust sent hot furrows of pleasure coursing through Sarah.

She kept her eyes closed, and forgot to struggle. She shivered as the pleasure grew and grew, like a lurid plant, in the depths of her belly.

Almost instinctively, she brought her knees up, exposing more of her muff to the man's cock. As he thrust inward, she felt his hairy groin, pressing against her sensitive pink sex flesh.

Her clitoris tingled with bliss as the wiry hairs tickled it. His balls tickled her quivering ass cheeks, as she lay beneath the man's weight.

The man kept pumping in and out of her cunt, slowly. Sarah felt every inch of her cuntal flesh massaged by the huge dick as it pistoned in and out of her. He massaged every bit of her dripping, silky inner flesh.

Her juices which had been flowing anyway, welled up and flowed even more lavishly down around the man's cock, lubricating it, making its passage in and out of her cunt easier. And the easier it got, the more pleasure Sarah felt.

It was so wonderful that Sarah almost wanted to cry.

She started to hump her hips upward, wanting to feel the man's dick deeper and deeper into her aroused, newly-opened fuck hole. She felt her walls spread before the man's cock, as it slid in and out of her.