Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

He recognized her as one of the neighborhood children. Her name was Molly. Right now, Molly was oblivious to the whole world.

As Hill watched, her little hand rubbed up and down over her gleaming twat.

"Ooooh! Ahhhh!" the little girl moaned. Her hips started to buck upward. "Ohh, I wanna be fucked, fucked, ohhhhh!"

Something happened to Hillary Ames at that moment. The little girl, no more than thirteen, was rubbing her hand up and down over her swollen muff, her lovely little face was contorted with her lust, and her blonde hair gleamed in the dim light.

Hill decided to give her her wish, and to sublimate his own. The idea of incest appalled him, but he was rapidly wearing down under the strain of his incestuous desire.

It wasn't that he thought raping an adolescent girl was much better, but at least she was willing. He suddenly realized that he hadn't taken off his costume.

Hill approached slowly. The little girl was moaning, and her lovely slender legs we thrashing around on the grass as she rubbed her hand up and down over her soft little meat.

The idea hit him with such force, and he acted so fast, that he did not think of consequences until much later.

He came up suddenly behind the girl. In the dim light, her little white hand was a blur of motion as she stimulated her pink meat.

He put his white-gloved hand over her mouth quickly.

The girl stiffened. Hill, crouched down, in order to stop her from screaming, moved around so that he was positioned in front of her. He stared at her through his mask. He heard Molly's strangled scream behind the glove hand which covered her mouth.

"Be quiet!" he commanded in a voice which he made low and gravely. "I'm going to fuck you, but I won't hurt you."

Molly's eyes were so wide that Hill could see her whites vividly. He reached down with one hand, slowly, alert to any move the girl would make, and he pulled down the zipper of his fly.

He saw Molly's eyes lowered as he pulled out his raging cock.

Molly moaned, and her body trembled, but she made no move to get free. She was medium height, and slender. Hill easily pulled her down until she was in a reclining position.

He wasn't sure if fear had paralyzed her, or if she wanted sex so badly that she was willing to get it any way she could.

Hill was too hot to reason with himself, and the very heat of the little girl further aroused him. His massive cock throbbed painfully. Molly's eyes were still glued on it. He suddenly realized that there had to be some fear in her, even if she wanted to be fucked. His cock was huge, and a grown woman would look at it in awe the first time.

But Hill knew how to use his manhood, and he always used it well.

He spread the girl's legs further apart. He looked at her swollen pink meat. Then he lowered his large, muscular body on top of hers, pressing his cock head at the entrance to the little girl's cunt.

Her little body stiffened. The sense of the lawlessness of what he was doing, the very idea of the child's age, combined with the social strictures which prohibited the taking of children, caused his blood to pound in his ears like a roaring wind, drowning out any admonitions.

He couldn't believe how easy it was, as he began to push his massive mauler into the tiny twat of the teenager!

Her breathing issued from her throat in sobbing gasps, as he pushed into her, feeling the pressure build in his cock as he lodged his cock head tightly in her little twat.

She was hot and very, very wet. Her self stimulation had made her pussy well greased for Hill's massive cock.

Hill kept pushing inward, lost in the surrealistic sexuality of the moment, drowning in his own desire.

Molly who had been frigging herself, who had been trying to get her cherry popped for months, lay enthralled under the man.

He didn't fit any description of a rapist she ever heard. His voice, although gruff, was more paternal than anything, and Molly, desperate for cock, decided to surrender to him, not even knowing in her raging heat why she was submitting.

It was true that he was much bigger, and stronger than she. But he was also not hurting her.

She gasped, and stiffened somewhat as she felt his monstrous cock stretching her pussy walls wide. The sensation to the overheated young teenager was wild. It didn't hurt at all, even if it felt somewhat uncomfortable.

She felt his huge raging cock, which seemed to go on forever, like a sexy snake, slithering into her well-greased cunt. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, not from her original fear, but from erotic excitement.

She felt her breathing get puffy and shallow as the man continued to thrust his cock into her. She lay still, fascinated by the wild sensations which coursed through her.

She heard the man moan, and somehow, the sound made her even more excited. Her body trembled. She was afraid to move, afraid that if she did move, the man would go away, and the feeling of having her pussy stuffed was so sensational that she never wanted it to go away.

The man's cock pressed against her hymen. She felt some slight discomfort as his cock head pushed into the delicate barrier, and then, the man thrust in again, and his powerful prick rammed through her hymen, ripping it from the walls of her pussy.

She gasped, and stiffened slightly, as she felt the sharp sting, felt the blood well up and flow over the man's cock. And then there was no more pain, as the man's cock continued to snake deeply into her virginal cunt.

She felt his cock pry so deeply into her twat, that she would have sworn, sexually naive as she was, that the head of his prick was lodged in her stomach. Her little body was bloated with the hot sensations which filled her, and caused her to tremble hotly.

A feverish sweat covered her lovely skin. She felt the flimsy costume sticking to her body, as the man started to move in her.

Again a whole new variety of sensations coursed through her. Molly felt as if her whole cunt had developed a life of its own.

As the huge stiff ramrod of the man moved in and out of her flesh, her cunt began to accommodate his cock. Her pussy flesh seemed to ripple around the massive prick, and each movement, each twitch of her sex flesh added more hot pleasure to the overflowing well of her sexual bliss.

She couldn't believe that this gorgeous thing was happening to her. It was almost like a dream that is so vivid it seemed real. And it was real.

Molly was being raped, so she could dispense with any responsibility in the matter, and she was enjoying it to the core of her little being. She wasn't nagging anyone to pop her cherry. Her plan had been to corner someone, anyone, and seduce him, but being young, she hadn't known how to go about it, and all she had acquired for her efforts were a few gropes.

Her body started to tremble violently, as wild new sensations coursed through her. She felt that she was on the verge of having an orgasm, but it wasn't like anything she had ever experienced by frigging herself.

She started to moan. Her body was undulating rhythmically, as the man pushed in and out of her. Molly had a feeling, as she felt his massive cock pump in and out of her cock, massaging the walls of her pussy, prying deep into her sexual, dripping well, that his cock was bigger than usual. Maybe that was why he had to rape her.

Molly, whose eyes had been glued to the masked stranger's face, surrendered to the hot sensations which welled up in her. She closed her eyes, and her body started to twitch.

She felt her pussy walls close in around the cock. The pressure of the man's cock, pistoning faster and faster in and out of her hot, hungry twat, increased, and so did the wild ecstasy which had taken possession of her body.

She clenched her fists, and concentrated on the fiery hole into which the man was dipping his thick rod over and over again.