Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

Every time he slammed into her, his thrusting getting more and more violent as his need to come increased, his hairy groin smashed into her pussy lips, and caused her clitoris to tingle with more intense pleasure.

Her hard little love button became more and more inflamed, as her husband increased the strength and speed of his humping.

Helen gasped, and pressed her head hard against the tiles. Her hips started to jerk spastically. She slammed her inflamed muff against her husband's humping groin, as the first spasms of her orgasm rippled through her.

Her cunt closed in around the hard invader which plowed out the wet meadow of her womanhood.

She felt the spastic rippling of her cuntal walls against her husband's throbbing shaft.

She squealed loudly, as she felt the first gush of his jism.

"Ohhh!" Helen gasped, as wad after wad of her husband's steaming come juice poured hotly into her overheated cunt. She felt his come cream mixing with the syrup which flowed rapidly down her twitching, spastic snatch. It poured out, a slimy mixture, and flowed to the bathtub, where it got washed down the drain, mixing with the water in an oily stream.

Her husband's balls, soaking wet and slimy with their combined come cream, slapped wetly against her quivering ass.

Helen's beautiful face became flushed with lust. Her body squirmed against her husband's body. She heard his moaning, and her ears rang with all the wonderful sensual sensations which coursed through her.

Her husband thrust into her wildly with one last thrust, and Helen felt the last of his load spew into her still quivering quim.

"Oh, nice, Hill," she gasped, as her convulsions eased out, leaving behind a warm bloated feeling of sensual bliss.

He smiled at her, his face still distorted with lust, his eyes still glowing with his passion.

"You're nice, too," he said, letting her down gently. He pressed her quivering body against his, and held her until the trembling of her pleasure faded away.

That was one of the wonderful things about Hill, Helen thought, as she pressed her hot and sweaty face into his chest. She pressed her ear against his heart, hearing it hammer violently, listening as the beating of his heart became more gentle.

He was not only a wild and furious stud, he was always, after he had fucked, such a gentle lover. She pressed her muff against his, feeling his cock dwindle, soften – if a cock of the size and capacity of Hill's could ever be said to dwindle or soften.

She rubbed her pussy meat against his hairy groin.

"Do you want to start all over again?" he said, smiling down at her. Helen reached for his cock, and felt the warm, throbbing meat in her hand.

"Yes, whenever you're ready," she said to her husband.

He reached down and kissed her on her nose.

"Later. And that's a promise. Here, let me scrub your back," Hill said, taking up the scrubbing brush and soap. He lavished all his husbandly care and affection on his wife's smooth skin, caressed her tits, aroused himself all over again.

When Hill thought about the desire he had for his wife, he wondered where his love and lust for her ended, and the love and lust he had for his daughters began.

He could never make up his mind. Helen was a loving and sweet and dutiful wife, and the most wonderful thing about her, in Hill's estimation, was that everything which should be duty for most wives, appeared to be fun and games for Helen.

She never said no to him, and made many passes of her own, a fact Hill always appreciated. A man married to the same woman for almost fifteen years likes to know that he's still attractive, and still desirable. His own desire for his daughters, inflicted frequently on his wife, served to complete a circle. He made her feel good, and feeling good, his wife returned the favor.

She seemed to enjoy housework, cooking, taking care of his relatively simple needs, and her body was even better than it had been when they were first married.

Both of them exercised regularly and kept themselves in good shape. They had married young, and were fortunate enough to be still young for their lovely twin daughters.

Helen responded to Hill caresses, feeling her pussy cream flow hotly from her well-fucked box. She returned her husband's favors, scrubbing his back, caressing his muscular ass, and soaping his cock more than necessary.

She felt his cock get hard again in her hands, and she shivered with anticipation. It was going to be another long, hot night.

And there was nothing that Helen liked better!

The twins, as soon as their mom closed the door to their room, turned and looked at each other, their eyes glowing with mischief.

Debrah got out of bed, and padded on her dainty white feet, over to Donna's bed. The twins curled up beside each other, to talk.

"He was so handsome tonight, didn't you think so?" Debrah asked her sister, who was one minute and thirty seconds younger than she.

"I just almost died!" Donna exclaimed. "My pussy just creamed and creamed."

"I thought I'd die, too. How can you stand it?"

"How can either of us stand it. It's awful! Do you realize that we're guilty of a great sin? We're in love with our very own father!"

"I can't help it," Debrah said, quietly.

They lay together quietly, not saying anything for a moment.

"Did you feel his hard-on, when you sat on his lap after supper?" Debrah asked her sister.

"Oooh, don't remind me!" Donna said.

Debrah heard the soft rustle of the sheet, and looked down. She saw her sister's hand moving up and down over her lightly-furred triangle.

"I wish I could fuck him," Debrah said, her own hand moving down over her body, and under the elastic waist band of her pajama bottoms. She jumped slightly at the hot pleasure her hand gave her, when it cupped her little twat.

"Debrah?"

"Huh?"

"Wanna do each other?"

Debrah smiled in the dark, and again the rustling of the sheets was heard in the room, as the girls threw off their covers, and then their pajamas.

Before long, the two girls were in the classic sixty-nine position.

Debrah inhaled deeply of her sister's muff.

"Yummm! It smells like fresh fish and soap," she said.

Donna giggled, her flat little belly shaking with her laughter. That set Debrah off, and she started to giggle.

Donna's hips arched upward, as her laughter faded. Her sister's warm breath puffed against her swollen pussy meat.

"Oooh, Debrah," she whispered, her voice breathy with lust, "that feels so good."

"Don't you wish it were Daddy?" Debrah asked.

Donna moaned, and Debrah, examining her sister's cunt, watched the fluids drool out of it at the mention of their father.

"Let's see," Debrah said. "This is what Daddy's cock would feel like, only you have to multiply it by ten."

She shoved her finger into her sister's tiny, virginal slit. Donna gasped and arched her hips up.

She started to spread Debrah's little pussy lips wide, and pried one finger into her twin sister's hot little hole.

Debrah, feeling Donna's growing excitement, slithered her finger in farther, until it was buried knuckle-deep in her sister's slit. She wiggled it around and around.

Donna moaned, and bucked her hips up against the finger, trying to drive it in further.

Donna's finger imitated Debrah's. She twirled her forefinger around and around. She was fascinated with the feel of her sister's cuntal flesh.

"Debrah, you feel like wet silk," Donna said, exploring every inch that her finger could reach.

Donna started to push her finger in and pull it out rhythmically. She felt her sister's cuntal walls close in around the finger, felt the gush of her sister's pussy fluids, as her little finger teased her sister to wild arousal.