Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

She felt strange, demanding, pleasurable sensations well up in her belly. She grunted against the man's hand which still covered her mouth.

She felt weak. She felt hot and cold at the same time. She felt as if she were going to faint, possibly die, but the feelings were all so fabulous, that the lust-besotted Sarah didn't care.

Her hips started bucking up into the man's cock with more and more fury, driven to wild action by the feelings which seemed to take possession of her cunt, and give it a mind of her own.

Her whole body shuddered violently as the feelings continued to build in her, driving her crazy.

She ground her muff heavily against the man's hairy groin. Her pussy lips were even more swollen than they had ever been, and the flesh felt as if it were on fire.

Her inflamed clitoris twitched and jerked under the hot tickling stimulation of the man's thick hairs.

The ecstasy coursing through her lush little body intensified. She started to whimper with the hot pleasure.

Her smooth flesh gleamed with sex sweat, even though the evening was getting chilly, and she felt goose flesh form on her soft, smooth skin.

The man's hand reached out and softly cupped one of Sarah's round, melon-shaped tits. Sarah felt the nipple pucker and add more pleasure to the welter of fabulous joy which already filled her.

Her hips humped up madly into the man's loins, and her body stiffened as the first convulsions of her orgasm rippled through her.

Sarah felt wide-open, wanton, and wild, as she smashed into the man's groin, as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her quivering quim.

She started to grunt as the convulsions built sharply. Her cuntal muscles gripped rhythmically against the man's hard-driving cock. She heard his harsh breathing as he drove his cock harder and harder into her quivering quim.

Her body went wild under the man. He gripped her shoulder, steadying her, as she abandoned herself to the hot convulsive waves of ecstasy which ripped through her body. The sensation to Sarah was devastating. Her head reeled with the power of her passion, and she felt as if she were going to faint.

Her whole body was convulsing now, thrashing and writhing wildly under the man's hard-driving body.

And then she felt his hot man juice washing against the quivering, rippling walls of her cunt.

She felt as if her cunt were sucking on his cock, felt her walls grip at the thick rod which pistoned in and out of her, driving her to the edge of sanity, higher than she had ever gone before in orgasm.

As the man's cock exploded with a frothing hot geyser of scum, he slammed into her harder and harder, and Sarah thought it was the best moment of her entire young life.

Her climax peaked, and Sarah's body stiffened for a moment, and then she collapsed heavily into the soft moist earth, as the man continued to shoot wad after wad of thick jism deep into her.

She felt it mixing with her pussy juices, and it made a warm, slimy flood which poured out of her well-stuffed hole.

The man slammed into her one last time, and then he fell on top of her body. Sarah could hear him breathing heavily, felt his warm breath blowing moistly on her face.

She didn't want it to stop. Her pussy tingled with the hot ecstasy which still gripped it.

The man lay on top of her for awhile, and then pulled out of her.

Sarah didn't even open her eyes. She didn't want to know who the man was, didn't want to scare him away.

"Do it again," she said, her voice a harsh whisper. She moaned softly, rocking her ardent hips back and forth. She heard the crackling of the underbrush.

"No!" she gasped, opening her eyes. Already the man was gone, swallowed up by the dark forest.

Sarah moaned, and lay under the tree, mourning the loss of the cock that had wreaked such sweet havoc on her adolescent body. She put her hand down to her muff and cupped it, feeling the secret juices still flowing from her hot cunt.

She lay there for a long, long time, fondling her cunt. But it wasn't the same thing as having the cock in her, which she wanted more of.

She smiled, and got up on shaky feet, fumbled around until she found her panties, and put them on. She brushed herself off and started to walk home.

She didn't know what time it was, and she didn't care. She felt marvelous. Between her legs, the juices flowed as she made her way home to supper.

She was suddenly starved, without quite knowing why. Usually her appetite was an indifferent one at best.

He had been everything Molly said he was.

Now it would be Sarah's turn to tell tales tomorrow, during lunch. She was very happy that the man didn't just frequent the lake.

Anita would be a very disappointed girl tomorrow.

She ran into the house.

Her mother, a chubby, round little woman with dark hair smiled as her daughter skipped up to her for a kiss.

"Ach!" Her mother complained, feeling the child's passion-flushed forehead. "You're getting sick, ehh? You play too hard, and you get overheated."

"I feel wonderful, Mama!" Sarah exclaimed, hugging her.

"Get ready for supper," her mother said, "but first, show me your tongue."

"Ahh!" Sarah said, sticking her tongue way out.

Her mother made a wry face, patted her little girl on the shoulder, and then sent her upstairs to wash.

Sarah felt her pussy tingling so much that she had a mini-orgasm as she ran up the stairs.

"But what did he do to you?" Molly gasped. The girls were gathered in the boat house again, and this time, Sarah was the center of attention.

"He dragged me into the woods, and he pushed me onto the ground, and then he pulled off my pants. I thought I was going to come right then!" Sarah gasped.

As she told her story, her pussy creamed wildly.

"And then he did to me just what he did to Molly and it felt wonderful!"

"And to think I spent the whole afternoon by the lake!" Anita gasped. "Maybe I should try the meadow tonight."

"Maybe he doesn't stick to just one spot," Debrah suggested.

"Oh, Lord," Donna gasped. "I wish I were next."

Hill, listening outside the boat house, felt his cock lurch again. No, he thought, he couldn't do it to his own daughters. Incest was a more hideous crime than gently relieving little girls of their cherries.

It was true that he still desired his daughters, but the taste of young ass that he did get, assuaged that hunger a little bit, so that it wasn't constantly gnawing at his entrails.

He was happier than he had been in quite a while. There were plenty of little girls in Sylvan Hills, and he had the feeling that most of them would just love to have their virginity wrested from them.

It was exciting for him, too. He peered through the crack in the boards. The little group had an addition. It was Susan Brown. She sat wistfully listening to the young girls, looking sad.

Susan was an adorable, cuddly little creature, who had all the budding promise of the other beauties. Her very wistfulness turned Hill on. He felt the lawless passion raging in his loins, as he watched her.

"Wouldn't you like to get your cherry popped?" Debrah asked the little girl.

"Yes," Susan said, sadly. "But he wouldn't like me. None of the little boys like me. They won't even date me!"

"Oh, they will."

"No, they won't," Susan said, shaking her head sadly. Her lovely chestnut hair, bright with golden highlights shimmered. Her round brown eyes looked sad, and there was a brightness about them, suggestive of tears.

"Everybody still thinks I'm a baby," she said softly.

It was true. Susan Brown was an advanced student who had received a double promotion. She was only twelve years old, and twelve years old to a thirteen-year-old boy was anathema.

Hill studied the girl carefully. She was certainly fairly well developed physically, even if her tits were only slight bumps on her little chest. Susan still had some of her baby fat – not much. Her waist was beginning to elongate and indent, and her hips were beginning to swell. Hill suspected that she would do an awful lot of growing.