Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

Twelve was awfully young, Hill thought, but the very idea of taking the little girl was almost unbearable.

Hill decided to strike as soon as possible.

Molly and the twins, and Anita and Sarah got up to leave.

"You coming, Susan?" Molly asked.

"No, I wanna stay here for a minute," Susan said.

"Why?" Donna asked.

"Maybe he'll come in here."

"Oh, come on, Susan," Sarah said with the knowing air of a woman who's been through it an. "You're only twelve years old. You're too young for sex!"

"No, I'm not," Susan said, mournfully.

Hill crept around to the side opposite the one the girls would pass to go back to the school. He peered around the front of the boat house, and watched them skipping back toward the main buildings.

Then he opened the door slowly, cautiously.

"Ohhh, I'd like to be fucked!" he heard Susan say plaintively. This time, Hill was prepared for his erotic adventure. That morning, after arriving at school, he had hidden his cloak and his mask near the boat house, under a pile of tarpaulins.

He had pulled them out, and put on the mask. Now, he stood contemplating the little girl. He had half an hour to rape her. She was young, and he wondered if she would have time to recuperate and get back to her classes before she was missed.

There was also the problem of her being younger, and that was a serious consideration.

Instead of putting the cloak on, he crept up behind the little girl. He smiled. She was sitting on some sail masts, her legs parted, one elbow resting on one knee, her chin in her hand, her other hand rubbing between her legs.

He threw the cloak over the little girl's head, and picked her up. Behind the cloak he heard her muffled yell of surprise. He held her light body under one arm easily and looked around the boathouse, looking for a place to fuck her.

He felt like a preying lion. He felt as if his cock were a foot long. It throbbed violently in his pants.

Then he spied the ideal spot. In one corner of the boathouse was an up-ended boat. The slanted sides would be ideal. He didn't think he could stick his cock all the way into the little girl's cunt without hurting her.

He didn't want to hurt her. He merely wanted to cop her cherry, and that's all the little girl wanted.

After that, if she made it with the younger boys, their smaller cocks wouldn't harm her.

He pressed her against the side of the boat, leaning her backward. She was strangely silent.

Mum was the word.

He snaked his hand up between her thighs.

Every sense trembled on the fine edge of keenness, the keenness of a preying animal. He was taking an awful chance, raping a girl in the boathouse, but the very idea of taking the chance excited him even more.

Behind the cloak, he heard a muffled moan from the girl, as he caressed her pussy through her little panties. He grinned again, lewdly, as the girl spread her legs wider.

Clever little Susan knew which side her bread was buttered on, obviously! Roughly, he pulled her pants off, and again brought his hand up between her legs.

He gasped. Her pussy was absolutely bare. He lifted her skirt up over her waist, and stared down at the plump little muff, and the little cleft which ran along it.

Her pink pussy meat pouted from between the bare flesh. Keeping his eyes on the plump little mound of flesh, he pulled down his zipper and took his cock out.

He was breathing harshly. He had never been this excited, not even when he fondled his own desired daughters on his knee, and felt their little buns rubbing against his hard-on!

She was still a child, a little girl, and yet he was about to fuck her. He trembled with the restraint which he imposed upon himself. He could very easily hurt her. In the case of this little girl, just trembling on the verge of development, actual physical damage was a definite consideration.

He rubbed his cock between her little cleft, and heard her moan, her voice muffled in the heavy folds of the cape. Her body trembled.

He pushed his cock through the wet, swollen folds of her pussy, and probed around with his cock head, looking for her tiny little hole. He finally found it. It was soggy wet, and very hot.

He pressed inward slowly, and gasped as the pressure of his turgid cock increased. His blood hammered violently in his preying manhood, as he pushed in, feeling her incredibly tight little pussy give way before his raging strength.

Susan, behind the cloak, moaned.

She had been startled, when she felt the dark cloth cover her face, and the upper part of her body. She thought that one of the boys, who perpetually teased her anyway, had sneaked up behind her and was playing a joke.

It wasn't until she felt herself lifted in powerful arms that the clever little girl realized that she was being lifted by a grown man. And her hot eager mind came to only one conclusion.

The rapist!

Her pussy creamed even more than it had when she had stimulated herself with her hand a moment before. It wasn't that she really hoped the rapist would come to the boathouse. There was no logical reason why he should.

But the talk of the girls had turned her on furiously, and long before Sarah had finished telling her story, little Susan had to frig herself, something she did with increasing frequency. She had stayed behind because she knew at this hour that the ladies' room would be full of chattering little girls, and there would be no privacy.

She wanted to frig herself to an orgasm.

Now she didn't have to. She felt herself leaning against the hard side of something. The man's hand against her pussy had only aroused her more.

She closed her eyes, and did everything she could to keep still. She didn't want to put her attacker off.

There was one thing that made her nervous. She knew her pussy was hairless, whereas all the other girls in her class had a fine covering of down. Some of them already had thick bushes.

She was afraid the man would find it disgusting. But when he pulled her pants off, instead of letting her go, she felt his hot, sweating palm against her bare muff, and she felt her pussy fluids gush hotly from her little tiny hole.

That was the second thing that made her nervous. Sarah and Molly were much better developed than she, and they had told her the man's cock was enormous. Susan wondered what it would do to her cunt. It could very well rip her in two, she thought, since she hadn't even started to have her period.

She felt the man's hard flesh rubbing hotly against her swollen pussy lips, and she almost fainted with the hot pleasure which inundated her. Her breathing became labored and harsh, as he continued to rub up and down over her pussy lips.

She held her breath when she felt him press inward, felt his cock probing, felt his cock head press against her tiny little hole. She started to cream even more.

She felt him push inward, and she gasped. For one brief moment, she stiffened.

She had never felt such a phenomenal pressure in her little cunt before and it startled her. She got slightly scared, afraid that she had bit off more than she could have chewed.

But the man's cock kept pushing inward. For the first time in her life she felt her pussy walls spread wide before a man's raging hard-on. The sensation in her built, and as she got used to it, it became wonderful for her too.

She started to relax. The more the man buried his cock in her cunt, the more she creamed and the more violently she trembled with hot carnal pleasure.

Then she felt the man hit that barrier she wanted to get rid of. Again she held her breath. They had said it would hurt, and she stiffened.

But the man didn't just bust right through it. He pulled out, and began to move back and forth, with soft shallow strokes.

Little Susan closed her lovely brown eyes and surrendered to the hot ecstasy of feeling a man move in her. The more he pumped his cock back and forth, the more pleasure she got.