Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

Every time he moved inward his cock head would butt against her hymen, but still he would not break it. Susan wanted to have her cherry popped. She bent her knees slightly, and clenched her fists. If he wouldn't do it, she'd do it for him!

He kept pushing in and out of her, stretching her cuntal walls until her tiny little girl cunt accommodated his thick, hot, hard rod comfortably.

On one of his inward lunges, the little girl gritted her teeth, tensed against the pain, and bent her knees sharply, bringing her body downward.

She cried out when she felt the sharp pain of her ruptured hymen. She had driven his cock past the point of the membrane. She felt the blood start to trickle hotly, mixing with her pussy juices. In spite of the pain, and it was probably sharper than that suffered by Sarah and Molly who were more developed, she grinned. She had had her cherry popped!

Now she was one of the girls!

The man's cock was awfully still in her cunt and she was afraid that she had made him mad. She could feel his hands on her shoulders. Her knees trembled violently. The pain didn't last very long.

But still the man didn't make those wonderful pistoning movements in and out of her itching cunt, and she needed to be massaged.

She started to bend her knees, and felt the cock push inward a little. Then she straightened her knees out, and felt the cock pull out a little. She kept bending her knees and straightening them, moving the cock in and out of her own little cunt, loving the way his hot hard flesh rubbed against her quivering pussy walls.

Hill was amused when Susan bent her knees downward, plunging his cock past the barrier. He had been pondering whether or not to break it, since she was so young. The hot and horny little twelve-year-old was fully determined to do it herself.

He kept perfectly still, waiting to see what effect her defloration would have on her.

But she kept bobbing up and down on his cock by bending her knees. The very thought of her incredible horniness caused his cock to rage violently against the walls of her pulsing pussy.

He started to thrust inward, careful not to plunge his massive adult dick all the way into her sweet little snatch.

The sensation to Hill as the girl writhed with wanton wildness on his cock was incredible. He felt the throbbing intensify in his man meat, felt his balls contract. He held back. A fine patina of sex sweat gleamed on his face.

He had to make the little girl come, before he came. He pressed into her, and heard her muffled moan behind the cloak.

Her body went slightly limp as he thrust in and out of her with increasing rapidity, making sure his strokes were shallow. He swiveled his hips, rubbing his cock head against the dripping walls of her cunt.

The feeling of her tight cunny against his cock infuriated his raging pecker to even greater lust.

The little girl started to tremble. It suddenly occurred to him that she might never have experienced orgasm, although he doubted that.

She seemed extremely practiced with her little hand.

He moved up and down, sliding his cock, now wet and gleaming with her juices up and down, making sure that the hot hard shaft slid along her inflamed clitoris before he plunged into the little girl.

The effect was predictable, even for a twelve-year-old. He felt the alteration in her movements, before he heard the soft rutting sounds behind the cloak. Her hips arched outward, and she started to gyrate her bare pussy meat against his cock, stimulating herself even more.

He could feel the tightening of the walls of her cunt, as the orgasm began deep in her gut. Then her pussy walls started to contract.

He certainly didn't expect the same violence with her as he had experienced when Molly and Sarah had come, but he was wrong.

He hadn't counted on Susan's lack of inhibition, her continually hot and ready sexual disposition. The little girl's fragrant pussy juices flowed lavishly down on his cock. He felt the faint quiver of her pussy walls increase, until the contractions became strong and rhythmical around his cock.

Her body arched outward, and then started to thrash wildly.

He pressed her shoulders tightly against the side of the boat, and felt free to let loose with his own heavy load of scum.

His jism traveled further into her cunt than he had allowed his cock to go, and the feeling of his hot, frothing goo against the walls of her already orgasming pussy triggered an even more violent orgasm.

For a moment, one brief moment before she surrendered to the happy holocaust, Susan would have sworn that she had done some damage to her body and was convulsing. She had experienced orgasms before, by using her own hands on herself but they had been delicate little shudders compared to this paroxysm. At first it frightened her, and then she realized that it was greater ecstasy than she had ever experienced, and she surrendered to it hotly and wildly.

She tried to drive the man's cock even deeper into her cunt. That, it appeared, wasn't going to happen, since the man was making his strokes narrow and soft. She wouldn't have cared, but she felt a torrid need deeper in her cunt. She bent her knees down again, and managed to capture another inch of his cock and still she wanted more, but the man's hands restrained her, and she had to settle for what she had, although she suspected that he had a great deal more to give.

Her eager hand reached down beneath the cloak which covered her face, and Hill gasped as he felt her hot little hand on the base of his cock, as he drove it in and out of her, spewing more and more of his wad deep into her little girl cunt with each inward lunge.

She had been the hottest one so far, a very sexy surprise.

He heard her squeal behind the cloak as he shot the last of his wad. He left his still throbbing cock in her cunt, as she writhed around in the last throes of her first real orgasm. Then her body collapsed.

Behind the cloak, Hill could almost see the little moon face which was just starting to elongate. He remembered how little Debrah and Donna had looked at the age of ten and eleven, when he had bathed them tenderly, and gazed longingly at their lovely little bare muffs.

They were too old now, for him to bathe them, but he remembered how tender he felt when he would watch those little pouting lips, that pure white flesh, as yet uncovered with maidenhairs.

He picked the girl up with his cock still stuck in her incredibly tight little hole, and hugged her tightly. Her body was limp, and even through the cloak, he could hear her little heart beating with the excitement she had just undergone.

He laid her down gently on top of some tarpaulin, leaving his cloak covering her, so he could get out of her sight. There was no danger of her reporting him as a rapist, and the cloak's being found and ascribed as evidence against him for his perverted longings.

By the time he had slipped out of the boathouse, and was halfway up the lawn to the school, Susan had managed to extricate herself from the cloak.

She didn't think of it as evidence, certainly. She got up on shaky knees, feeling bloated with the wonderful, brand-new sensations which had taken possession of her, and she pulled her panties up over her soaking wet crotch. They were stained immediately with semen and a slight spotting of blood from her hymen.

She left the cloak on top of the tarpaulin where the man had laid her, and picked up the book she had brought to the boathouse with her.

Wearing a shit-eating grin, she walked quickly to the school. She felt as if she had a potato stuck up her cunt. She couldn't wait for a private moment to explore her recently plowed pussy.

All afternoon in class, she felt the hot tingling of her cunt.

During one of her class breaks, she came abreast of Donna and Debrah, chatting together.