Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

He was right. Her body sagged against his, as his tongue went wild in her mouth, flicking against the hot pink flesh.

He pushed her backward into the pile of hay, and his heavy body landed on top of hers. He was inflamed now as he had never been inflamed.

When he first fell on top of her, she struggled, and he felt her body arch up into his. In the process of trying to push him off her, she pressed her muff into his hot, throbbing groin. Her struggling subsided again.

Keeping his mouth pressed tightly against hers, he slid partially off her, keeping her legs pinioned by throwing his legs across hers. This one he was going to have all the way!

He started to strip her slowly. At first she struggled. She wasn't wearing any bra, Hill found out, when he had finished opening her shirt. Her rounded tits strained upward, because of her hands bound behind her back, and stood straight out from her chest.

Hill's mouth watered, as he pressed his hand against one of them, and felt the little nipple pucker with excitement under his hand. He would have loved to remove his mouth from the little girl's mouth, and sucked on her tits, but his mouth at the present served as a gag, and he couldn't take the chance of leaving her free to scream, something she might do just out of her perverse stubbornness.

Hill pulled her shirt away from her body as far as it would go, and fondled both her tits. Then his hand moved down over her flat, muscular belly to her jeans. He had removed them with little struggle from the girl, in just a few moments.

His hand fumbled with his own pants, and finally he had them down around his knees.

Then he pressed his full weight into the almost naked girl again. He felt her gulp, and then felt her breathing become hot and wispy, as he continued to press his mouth into hers.

There was something about taming the little shrew which made Hill's cock rage even more hotly than usual. He pressed into her, his cock throbbing between their pressed together bellies.

He reached down to fondle her muff, to verify her willingness.

His hand came away wet and sticky. She was all greased, as if someone had melted butter in her tiny little cunt.

If there were one girl in the school about whose virginity Hill was unsure, it was Marcie. But she did talk a good game, and he had the feeling that she was faking.

He rubbed his raging cock against her swollen pussy lips, and heard her moan against his mouth.

She seemed to relax, seemed to surrender to his hot probing caresses. Hill checked the blindfold. It was on securely. She couldn't see him.

His hand moved wildly all over her body, while he pressed his cock into her twat.

The little girl shivered.

Marcie had at first struggled to see through the blindfold, but that hadn't worked. Now she was enthralled by what was happening to her.

Sarah had spread the word, and Marcie was willing to do anything to get a shot at this marvelous rapist. She had wanted to subdue him, but she knew now that that was totally impossible. Her arms were tied behind her back, her eyes were blindfolded, and his warm, possessive, demanding mouth covered hers, his thick, warm tongue filling her mouth, making it impossible for her to scream out.

She knew, even if he removed his mouth from hers, she couldn't scream out. Someone might come in and discover them before Marcie had had the delicious pleasure of having her cherry popped, and she wanted that to happen desperately.

Hill sensed that she had given up fighting.

His mouth watered at the thought of covering her little round, budding tits. He removed his mouth from hers.

Marcie didn't scream. She breathed heavily, erratically from her mouth. Her lips were soft and moist. He would come back for a further taste of them later.

He moved his mouth down over her incredibly smooth skin, and opening his mouth wide, completely enclosed one of her burgeoning mounds in his mouth. He began to suck, and Marcie began to writhe wildly.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" she gasped. Her chest arched upward, as Hill thoroughly laved the little girl's right tit, and then his mouth moved to her right one. He did the same to her right tit, feeling the nipple pucker hotly under his lashing tongue.

Hill smiled, seeing the flush of passion in her face, feeling from the way her body trembled that she was no longer in a mood to fight, but had surrendered. He decided to tease her mercilessly, to make her beg for it.

He moved downward over the incredibly smooth skin of her belly, until the tip of his tongue was rummaging among her fine, copper-colored maidenhairs.

"Eeeh!" Marcie squealed. She had never felt such desire before. It was so intense as to be close to pain.

For the first time in her life, she felt the warm flesh of a man against her naked flesh. She writhed under the gaze of the man she could not see. She felt his mouth covering her maidenhairs, making them wet and slick with his saliva.

She felt his hands gently parting her slender thighs, and then she gasped and arched her body up violently as she felt his tongue slowly lightly tracing the line of her pink pussy meat which pouted from between her plump white outer lips.

As his face was buried in her sweet-smelling virgin muff his hands moved up again until he had covered her breasts.

As his tongue moved up and down over her swollen pink lips, the thumb and forefinger of each hand massaged her nipples bringing them to puckered life beneath his demanding fingers.

Marcie was grunting, and mewling in her excitement, her body undulating around and up and down.

One of the things about little girls, Hill had discovered in the last week is that they are untrained in sexual matters, and therefore unconventional. They never seemed to know which way to move.

A more experienced woman would know how to move rhythmically, but the little girls got so excited, and so wild, that their bodies writhed madly all over the place, and there very wildness added an exotic element of supreme intensity to Hill's raping them.

His tongue dug into Marcie's quivering, throbbing, hot little pussy.

By this time, Marcie was almost beside herself. The strange rapist seemed to be doing more than he had done to the other girls, and it was driving her crazy. The shocking pleasure of his tongue against her most secret, untouched parts had driven her wild enough to want to scream.

But she didn't dare. If she screamed, someone might come running, and she didn't want to stop this wild, mad pleasure. She wanted it to go on forever.

Her pussy meat was hot and painfully swollen with her lust.

The man removed his mouth and started to move upward again on her body. Again she felt his cock against her pussy, felt the throbbing hardness of it.

The size and throbbing power of it scared Marcie. It was bigger than anything she had anticipated, and she had assumed that the girls who had tasted his man meat were exaggerating its size. Marcie tended to pooh-pooh some of the girls' alarms.

Marcie was never afraid of mice or snakes, and Marcie was also a crack shot, thanks to her father's tutelage.

She felt the softness of the cock flesh, and then felt the hot hardness beneath the soft skin. She trembled all over with a strange wild weakness that had a core of hot strength in it, which Marcie had never experienced before.

She wanted to feel more of his mouth on her cunt, wanted to feel his mouth bury her mouth again, wanted to feel everything ten times over, as the man's weight pressed her into the fragrant hay.

She felt a slimy drop of moisture at the tip of the cock as it lay pressed between their bellies.

Her tits felt as if they were swelling wildly with her desire. Her whole body felt bloated with the lust which had taken possession of her.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, feeling her body thrashing around in the straw.