Jack Victor - The professor_s rape games

The Ames and the Carpenters had become very close friends. They lived close to each other, and spent a lot of time together.

And Debrah and Donna were very fond of Molly.

As Hill reached the door to his bedroom, and put his hand on the ornate brass knob to open it, he realized with a start and winced at the knowledge that Molly was to spend the weekend with them, while her parents visited an ailing brother of Harold's in another state.

In two days, that little girl whom he had raped was going to be in his house!

He wondered if he would still be in his house, or in jail as the arch felon he was. He kept forgetting that there were legal consequences of rape.

He opened the door and stepped into the dim room.

His wife smiled up at him from the bed.

"Hello, darling, I've been waiting for you," she said in her light sweet voice, with the slight touch of a lisp in it that Hill always found so incredibly enchanting, and never quite got used to, especially at moments like this.

He took off his robe, throwing it over the foot of the large brass bed. As he came closer to the bed, he looked for all the world like a Satyr. His cock, fully erect, the tip of it gleaming with pre-come, bobbed lewdly with his motions.

He got into the bed, and pulled Helen close to him, pressing an ardent kiss on her soft, up-tilted and ready lips.

He wanted to bury himself in her cunt, get lost in it, forget that he had done something despicable this evening.

And he did.

He fucked Helen furiously, feeling her cream gush over his hard-driving cock, feeling her press against him, for all the world as if she wanted to bury herself in his body.

He found himself in a familiar, and usually pleasurable quandary. In seeking his own shelter in his wife's sex, he found himself providing shelter and strength for his wife, lying pinned to the mattress, covered, by his hot, hard, humping body.

Hill walked to school the next day, braced by his golden-haired daughters. They always walked the half-mile, and Hill intended to keep it that way, even in the worst of weather.

He was a good parent, but certainly not an over-protective one. He knew that the bracing fresh air, even on the coldest days would do them no harm, and would do them a great deal of good.

He included himself in that nostrum, and followed it, which was why he was so young-looking and well-built, and filled with the same high spirits and good health as his adored and adoring daughters.

There was a slight damper, but not much, on his enthusiasm this morning. There was a growing apprehension about the consequences of his rape of the night before.

He was conscious that both his daughters were looking up at him. He looked down at their up-turned sparkling blue eyes, and his grip on their soft little hands tightened unconsciously.

They responded by tightening their grip.

On their way up the hill to the seminary, Debrah stopped suddenly.

"Oh, there's Molly and Sarah and Irving!" she exclaimed. "Hold up, Daddy, let's wait for them."

Hill stiffened slightly and turned. And there she was, his daughters' best friend, laughing, and running to catch up with them, with Sarah and Abel Cohen. Sarah was going to be a tall, gorgeous beauty of classic Semitic looks. Her hair was blue-black, and her eyes were also black. They were large, almond-shaped, and thickly-fringed with black lashes.

Hill felt a stirring in his loins as he stared at her ripe frame. She was more developed than the other girls, and her features were radiant.

She was one of Hill's most promising students.

"Hi, Mr. Ames," Molly said, her eyes sparkling as she caught up with the trio. Hill examined her closely. She certainly didn't seem any the worse for wear. No trauma appeared in that lilting step, no morose ponderings in that cheerful, wide-open face. Hill muttered a silent prayer of thanks to himself.

"Wait'll you hear what I've got to tell you!" Molly gasped to the twins.

"What?" Donna gasped.

"Later! Later!"

"Unh, I see," Hill said, as he caught her surreptitious glance at him. "It's not fit for adult ears, ehh?"

Molly giggled and blushed. "Well, no, as a matter of fact. It's a girl-type secret."

"Oh, I see."

Irving, who was as dark as his sister, but a little less healthy-looking, was panting. He had a peevish expression on his face, not uncommon for him.

"How are you this morning, Irving?" Hill asked, knowing that the boy dearly loved to be asked the question. In his classes, he would not indulge his little quirks. He was spoiled rotten by his mother who always fancied he was coming down with various ills, and Irving played it to the hilt.

"I'm coming down with a cold, and Mother and Father had a terrible fight, because I should be home in bed, and Father said I couldn't stay home."

Irving went to the adjacent school for boys, called Willow Hill. The two schools shared many functions and many teachers, and gym facilities. And they ate together in the huge cafeteria which was in the building with the gym.

Sarah was almost always saddled with her brother, unless she could get rid of him, or run away from him. There was two years difference between them, the boy being younger, and Sarah's mother was always foisting the care of him on the little girl.

Sarah was wiser than her mother in the ways of her brother, and always called his bluff.

"You wouldn't have been coughing and feeling sick this morning, if you hadn't sneaked Daddy's cigarettes last night," she said, staring at the young boy balefully.

"I did not!"

"I saw you!"

"No you didn't."

"Now, now! Children!" Hill exclaimed, seeking to thwart the imminent argument.

The two little creatures gazed at each other intensely for a moment, and then they were distracted by the arrival of several boys.

Somehow, Irving seemed to get swept up in them, as a frail leaf gets carried away in a whirlwind and the four girls were left with the tall handsome man.

Debrah and Donna were, of course, in their element. They were proud of their father, and aware that all of the little girls in the school adored him.

And it was true. Sarah and Molly looked up at him, with almost as much adoration as Debrah and Donna, and the twins preened in their father's reflected glory.

Hill played the spy that day in school. There was not one hint from anyone, from the teachers, or from Molly herself that anything out of the ordinary had happened.

Hill became puzzled. Molly had been excited about something. But no, he thought to himself with disbelief, she wouldn't have been excited about being raped – or would she?

Again he remembered her frothing pussy cream welling up in her virginal cunt, and greasing his cock. Again he remembered her wild convulsions under him, her frantic writhing, as she came.

It could be!

Hill wandered around the school during lunch, seeking out the places where the girls might gather.

A bright thought occurred to him.

Frequently, when the girls wanted to exchange confidences without being overheard, they went down, to the boathouse.

He walked in that direction, responding pleasantly to greetings on his way, until he came to the small wooded area, which surrounded the lake. On a spit of land which jutted out into the large body of water, was the boathouse, and there was a pier in front of it.

He looked around him cautiously. There was no one.

He crept up to the back of the boathouse, near a window, and he heard the childish laughter of several girls.

"Well, what did it feel like!" he heard one little voice ask. It sounded like Sarah.

"Oh, it was absolutely fantastic!"

That was definitely Molly's voice, which he recognized quite readily, since she was frequently at the house.