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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
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The Professor's Rape Games
By Jack Victor
Chapter 1
Hillary Ames used to hate his name--when he was younger.
He was teased by his peers, until High school. By then, he
was so accomplished a scholar that he was looked up to, and the
admiration he excited made his name more than acceptable.
By the time he had graduated from college he was more than
pleased about his name. He stood out for far more than mere
scholarly excellence. His name was a refreshing change among the
Dans, Dicks, Bobs, Johns, and Jacks by which he was surrounded.
However, when his wife presented him with twin daughters, and
wanted to name one of the little girls Hillary, he put his foot
down.
"I shall be the only Hillary in this family, darling, just as
I'm the only one wearing the pants."
His wife, Helen, smiled adoringly at her husband and
acquiesced, something which was very easy to do, given her
husband's merits.
He was, in addition to being very brilliant, very handsome,
very socially accomplished, also very tender, very attentive, and
very loving. He was a superb provider for his wife and twin
daughters.
And he was hung like a horse, with the sexual appetite to go
with it!
The little girls were named Debrah and Donna.
They grew to be exquisite little blondes, and as they grew,
Hill, as he was known among his friends acquired a strange,
perverse attraction for them.
He wanted them as much as he desired his wife, and, adoring
and trusting as they were, he being such a fabulous father, they
frequently gave him a painful hard-on when they sat on his knees.
His wife always had a shit-eating grin on her face, since she
was the beneficiary of his lust, and what woman wouldn't thrive in
an environment where a man, especially when said man was one's
husband, frequently fucked the woman with all the ardor of the
first time?
Hill managed to keep his growing appetite for his daughters
under control until they were thirteen years old. By this time,
they were budding young women, with all the poignant, breath-
taking beauty of a peach-colored tea rose, glinting with dew in
the first light of morning.
At this time, Hill was offered a prestigious position at a
young ladies' seminary in a small rural town which also contained
a prestigious small university, renowned throughout the world for
the quality of its scholars.
What could be more ideal? A small, healthy, convivial
community, in which the head of the family could take his place as
one of its superior and admired members, family-oriented, and yet
academic and non-insular?
With these laudable sentiments, and a rather superior
financial inducement, Hill moved his family to Sylvan Hills.
The family was happy. Hill was not. He found his lust for
his daughters growing.
They were, of course, enrolled in the prestigious Sylvan
Hills Seminary where their father taught, and their social life
burgeoned.
The Ames family became popular rapidly. Why not? They were
handsome, literate, and spirited.
Hill began to feel like a split personality.
The life style was low-keyed and quiet, and Hill's inflamed
imagination had freer play without the distractions of city life.
All his happiness was marred, his growing popularity in the
school, the superb impression he made on his peers, his own very
beautiful and very loving family were as dust in the man's mind,
when he considered his bizarre infatuation with his daughters.
He felt that he was going insane, that there was some defect
in his emotional make-up to create this rabid longing for the
flesh of his daughters.
In a larger town with a more indifferent or tolerant
community he could have sought the services of a psychiatrist, and
there were several eminent ones who lived in the community,
although none of them practiced in it.
They practiced in a somewhat distant urban area.
The problem was, they were his social companions as well as
his professional peers. There was no way in hell he could
approach them with his problem.
And so his new life progressed from day to day, Hill's raging
cock pleasing his wife immensely, his own personal sexual appetite
unassuaged by the specific objects of it.
Until Halloween.
That raucous night, dressed in a mask, and white kid gloves,
wearing a silk top hat and opera cloak, he took his children out
to play trick or treat. There was no need to examine the apples
for razor blades. No need to sort through the candy making sure
there were no hallucinogens nor poisons in them.
Sylvan Hills was a true community in the Old-World sense of
the word: if everyone tended to know everyone else's business,
they also cared, and kept discreet tongues in their heads, except
for close personal friends, and everyone had at least two!
His adoring daughters clung proudly to their tall, handsome
father's gloved hands, as excited to be seen with him, as to be
gathering treats. And the more he walked with them, the hornier
he got. His cock raged against his dark trousers with a fury that
would have done in a less disciplined or worthy man.
At nine-thirty, he brought his golden-haired princesses (for
so they were dressed to be) home to be put to bed.
He listened, still attired in his costume, to their
chattering, as they went upstairs with their mother to be tucked
in for the night.
Wearing of his intransigent lust, appalled at his unrepentant
attitude with regard to his secret perversion, he walked out into
the very large, rolling lawn in back of their large, Federalist
style house.
The night was quiet, and relatively warm. There was the
slight hint of autumn chill in the air, and the ripe smells of
autumn filled the night air.
Some of the more indefatigable of the children were still out
playing trick or treat. He walked the length of the wide, rolling
lawn to the fringe of woodland, beyond which was a peaceful lake,
a popular retreat for lovers, and in the summer a delightful area
for swimming.
Underneath Hill's feet, the leaves made crackling noises, and
occasionally, he heard a branch snap. He had almost forgotten
that he was still in costume.
He walked through the woodland to the grassy slope which
breasted the large lake on all sides.
There was a quarter moon, tilted lazily on its side in a
royal blue sky scintillating with stars.
Hill smiled obscenely and leaned against the tree.
The oval lake, gleaming in the night light, surrounded by the
grassy slope, and fringed all around with the woodland reminded
him of a huge cunt.
He inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh wet smell of the earth,
listening to the sounds of the night, the quiet lapping of the
waters when the surface was stirred by the mild wind, the soughing
of the trees, and then he shuddered.
"God!" he whispered to himself, "I'm so besotted that now I'm
having auditory hallucinations!"
What he heard, which sent a shudder of erotic emotion
coursing through him, was the panting of a woman in heat. He
cocked his head and listened.
He couldn't believe he was hearing what he did. A low moan
traveled through him like an electric shock.
He walked in the direction in which he thought he heard the
sound, treading carefully. He was afraid that he would encounter
some reality to what he heard, and then again, fearful for his
mental state, he was afraid that he would encounter nothing.
What he encountered almost devastated him.
Leaning against a tree, her legs spread wide apart, dressed
almost bizarrely in a glittering costume, was a young blonde girl.
She looked so much like his own twins that Hill caught his breath
with wonder.
His cock burned, a flaming focal point in his consciousness,
and the girl appeared to be part of the whole experience.
To one side of the girl, Hill saw the gleaming white of her
panties. He walked closer and closer.
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.
His hairy balls slapped against her quivering ass cheeks.
Almost without willing it, Molly felt her hips start to undulate
up and down, her upward thrusts matching the man's inward plunges
as he reamed out her cunt.
Her pussy juices flowed lavishly out of her tightly stuffed
hole, and Molly felt a pre-orgasmic tension grip at her muscles,
and make her body stiff with electric-like currents of joy.
Her sweat poured over her copiously. She opened her mouth
against the gloved hand of the man, which still covered hers, and
started to squeal, as the spasms of her climax began to build in
her thoroughly stuffed cunt.
She had never known anything so wild in her life, and she
felt her body being buffeted by the convulsions of the orgasm.
Her whole body felt alive, hot, keen.
Molly felt the man's pumping become more and more frenzied.
She felt the sweat from his face dripping down onto her face,
already covered with a thin patina of perspiration.
She felt as if all her insides were melting, that the man's
cock was like a torch, burning her out, leaving her deprived of
every organ she had once had in her body, except her cunt.
And her burning, twitching cunt, was like a wide, gaping
hole. Her pussy walls closed in more tightly around the hard rod
which drove deeply into her, piercing her newly-opened womanhood
over and over again.
Her legs flew up in the air, and she wrapped them around the
man's waist, feeling it rise and fall, as his cock pulled out to
the tip, and then thrust inward again, rubbing against her itching
cuntal walls, relieving her of the insistent nagging need which
had bothered her so much lately.
Her pussy walls started to convulse, the walls contracting
rhythmically around the hard-thrusting cock of the man. She was
coming, and coming more violently than she had ever even imagined.
Her little nostrils flared, as she strove to drive oxygen
into her passion-spent lungs. The heat rose until her ears were
ringing. She felt light-headed.
The only reality she was aware of was the wild convulsing of
her cunt, as the strange man fucked her with insane, strong
strokes.
Her orgasm rose higher, and Molly thrashed and writhed under
the man's cloaked body.
The hot, harsh pleasure took her breath away.
The man's cock seemed to swell in her cunt, pressing even
harder against her quivering quim. The hot hard flesh abraded her
walls, sending hot shivers of bliss coursing through her.
The lust besotted girl writhed frantically under the strange
man's hard-humping body. She got lost in the hot demanding
ecstasy of her orgasm.
Then she felt a whole different sensation which shot her
orgasm even higher on the plane of intensity.
She felt his come juice starting to pour into her. At first,
she wasn't sure if the juice which suddenly spewed against her
convulsing walls was her own, or his.
And then she realized that she was experiencing his jism as
it exploded hotly from his come slit, and mixed with her own
juices.
Molly cunt was a soggy, quivering mess, a swamp of lust and
heated desire, as she humped her hips lasciviously into the man's
hard-humping loins.
Her clitoris was tickled by the man's wiry pubic hairs as he
slammed into her. His grinding motions into her cunt had spread
her swollen pink flesh wide open.
Molly felt inundated by the wild pleasures which she was
experiencing. There was no area of her body on which she could
concentrate that didn't have its own message of pleasure to
deliver to her lust-fogged brain.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Each sharp shard of
bliss which coursed through her filled her with more and more
wildness.
She became abandoned to the pleasure, and behaved like a wild
wanton under the hard body of the man who had raped her so
magnificently.
Her clitoris tingled with hot pleasure. Her cunt continued
to convulse wildly. Her whole body shivered and convulsed in the
hot grip of the lusty ecstasy which had filled her.
Her head reeled so hard that she was afraid she would faint,
afraid she would miss out on some of the pleasure.
The man humping her grunted and then his body fell on top of
hers, pressing her into the earth.
Molly kept right on writhing around on the thick cock which
pulsed powerfully in her cunt. Her cunt seemed to be hammering
like a tom-tom, the pulsing of the rapist's cock counterpointing
the throbbing of her own cunt, as her orgasm started to fade away.
As she came down from the glorious sexual rush which had just
filled her, she moaned again.
She felt herself losing consciousness, but even in the light
faint, the hot pleasure rippled through her. She experienced a
series of mini-orgasms.
Her faint wasn't so deep that she missed the sensation of the
man's pulling out of her. She felt as if her cunt had become an
aching void. She wanted more of his cock, more of his hot
fucking.
But in her faint, she was incapable of speaking. The man's
hand left her mouth. Molly stirred slightly, but, tossed on the
hot, frothing waves of her own sexual ecstasy, she didn't want to
move.
She heard the man moving away, and her hand moved down to her
twat. It was still hot, and dripping. She curled up, moaning
with pleasure, savoring the wonderful warmth that had suffused her
body in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Molly had not had enough. She wanted more.
She hoped she would meet the gorgeous man with the monstrous
cock again. It was better than she had expected, and more
wonderful than her meager sexual imagination had been able to
conceive.
She shivered as another post-orgasmic ripple of pleasure
coursed through her, and then she woke up.
She had to get home before her parents started to look for
her. And she intended to keep the existence of the marvelous man
a secret.
She felt very possessive about him, and she wanted him again!
Chapter 2
"Molly Carpenter! Where have you been, and what were you
doing?" Mrs. Carpenter exclaimed, coming down the long, graceful
staircase of their home.
A deep laugh sounded from the family parlor, off the hallway.
Mr. Carpenter, looking up from a heavy volume of Toynbee, saw his
daughter, mud-spattered, her lovely little costume slight awry,
her hair in a tangled blonde mess around her shoulders.
"You've been down by the lake again," he said, without any
recrimination evident in his voice.
"Yes, Daddy," she said.
"Miss Carpenter, are we ever going to make a lady out of
you?" the tall handsome man said, grinning at his adored only
child.
"No, Daddy," she said, her own grin slightly lop-sided. A
dimple flashed on her flushed cheek.
"Oh, well, dear, when you become a famous femme fatale, you
will say in your memoirs that your parents tried, won't you?" her
mother said, cupping her lovely daughter's chin and kissing her
lightly on her dewy lips.
"Yes, Mom."
"Good. Now go up and take a bath. Dear God! How you do
attract the dirt!"
It had not occurred to the Carpenters to worry that their
daughter had run into trouble. She was a cut-up constantly, and
nothing much ever happened in Sylvan Hills worth talking about in
tones of horror. The most the gossip of Sylvan Hills ever
elicited was a slightly raised eyebrow and perhaps a slight laugh
of titillation, since people will be people, wherever they are.
Molly started up the stairs, and turned, one swan-like arm
hanging languidly over the mahogany banister.
"Could I be another Lola Montez?" she asked her lovely blonde
mother.
"Molly, where did you hear about her?"
"In one of the history books I snitched from Daddy's
library."
"Harold, you have to lock up some of your books!" Mrs.
Carpenter said.
"Nonsense, Mary! I can't think of a better way for Molly to
learn."
"I can," Mary said, coming into the room and sitting in her
favorite chair, opposite to her husband's.
"Mary," Harold exclaimed with a slightly lewd grin on his
face, "she's too young."
Mary grinned and picked up her book, which was by Carlyle,
and settled down for a quiet evening.
Molly walked up to her room, grinning. She stripped off the
stained dress. There was some slight bloodstains on the back of
it. She bundled it up, and hid it in her special hiding place,
which was a box in her closet, and then threw on a robe to go to
the bathroom.
Once in the tub, she was at leisure to savor the new feelings
that had remained with her, and to think of the sexy, masked
bandit who had wrenched her virginity for him.
She had been an ideal subject!
She washed herself carefully, examining her pussy. It didn't
look any different, slightly redder than usual from where his
hairy groin had slammed into her and inflamed it.
The very thought of that enormous cock slamming in and out of
her drove her to a frenzy.
She stuck her finger into her pussy, as she relaxed in the
warm water of the tub. She had filled the bath water liberally
with her mother's favorite bath oil.
Her pussy was slightly sore, but the feelings which coursed
through her, as she rubbed her finger in and out of her recently
opened womanhood, were glorious.
She felt as if she had begun a whole new life, thanks to that
strange man. She had been so enthralled by what happened to her
that it did not occur to her that the man had committed a great
crime, that he had raped her.
She had wanted to be fucked, and he had fucked her to a
fabulous orgasm. Molly leaned back in the tub, and made love to
her own cunt. She ran her fingers, stick with the perfumed bath
oil over the swollen folds of her pussy meat.
She grunted, and the water lapped about her warmly, like a
wet soft hand, swirling up around her tiny but well-shaped
titties.
She looked down at her long, slender white body.
She was beautiful, and she knew it. She would be built like
her mother, her breasts rich and full, and high on her chest, her
waist long and narrow, her hips full and lush.
Already the promise was there in her long, slender body with
the subtle curves.
Distracted by her loveliness, she abandoned her cunt for
awhile, and began to run her hands over her flat belly, with the
slight rise in her abdomen.
She fingered her belly button, and felt a delicious shiver
run through her. Her flesh jumped under her hands as she ran her
palms lovingly over her soft skin.
She cupped both her tits. She felt them swell with the
passion she elicited from herself. She tweaked the nipples. They
puckered deliciously between the thumb and forefinger of each
hand.
What a difference it was to her to frig herself, now that she
was no longer a virgin. She couldn't wait to get to school, and
tell all her friends. They would be jealous.
All the girls in her class had been dying to have their
cherries popped for almost as long as Molly, but she was probably
the first one. At least she hoped she was.
A new thought hit her, and her hand paused on her small
budding boobs. What if the man decided to deflower all the little
girls in town tonight? She hoped not.
She wanted the distinction of being the first. Molly was
first in a lot of things. She was first in the girls' soccer
team, first in basketball, first in swimming, and ironically
enough, given her predilection for roaming around, the mercurial
behavior of her powers of concentration, she was also first in all
her scholastic subjects except one: she was terrible in home
economics!
That, for a girl whose mother had taught her how to make
quiche Lorraine when she was six years old was rather
extraordinary. Her father once asked her how she did it.
"It's easy, Dad. I already know everything they're teaching,
so I cut the class."
When she was supposed to be mixing the staid ingredients for
a tomato aspic, she was "experimenting."
She once blew up two dishes by adding ingredients which she
had copped from the chemistry lab, just to see what would happen.
She relaxed again, and turned her attention back to what she
was doing: the man's fucking had greased her for more action. She
felt hotter than she had ever felt in her life.
As she stimulated her lovely little nipples, which stood out,
puckered and prominent on her budding breasts, she felt her pussy
starting to cream. The sensation was totally different, now that
she wasn't a virgin any more, and she dwelt lovingly on that fact.
Her pussy still tingled. The slight soreness had an edge of
pleasure to it. As she concentrated on the slight stinging in her
pussy, it almost felt in its throbbing, as if the man were
thrusting his cock in and out of her again.
Her face began to flush as the fever of her desire mounted.
She pulled at her nipples, watching them elongate. She pulled
harder, wanting more sensation.
Her breasts also elongated slightly, and a shiver of intense
pleasure coursed through her.
She brought her hands downward, wanting to feel her cunt,
which was almost vibrating with her sexual hunger. Her breathing
became shallow as her excitement built in her young body.
She pressed her hand into her pussy meat, feeling the soft,
wet meat spread beneath her questing fingers. She pried into the
swollen, hot folds, and her body jumped with the sharp hot ripples
of pleasure.
"Uhh!" she moaned. She tried to concentrate on what it felt
like to have the man's weight on top of her. Just the feeling of
his body pressing her into the moist cool grass caused a shudder
of hot passion to well up in her. Her excitement trickled down
her overheated twat, in turgid streams, and poured out of her cunt
into the water.
Again she pried a hot little finger into her drooling hole,
and wiggled it around against her cuntal walls. The sensation was
phenomenal. She gasped, and her hips started to rock up and down
in the water.
The water had a sensuous impact of its own on the young
girl's ardent body. As it swelled and moved in ponderous waves
around her young flesh it created a sensation that was both erotic
and soothing.
Her hips, moving through the water, seemed to be lifted, as
by soft, sensuous hands. Her very asshole tingled with
sympathetic pleasure, as she rubbed her finger in and out of her
tiny, recently-opened twat. One finger wasn't enough.
The cock of the man who had stuffed her had made her hungry
for more of the same, and her little fingers now felt almost
inadequate. But still, the hot sensations coursed through her,
and she needed to come again.
She removed one finger from her twat, and then stuck two
fingers into her hot hole. She moaned again, and her body
stiffened with the sensual effect of the two fingers.
That was much better!
She spread her fingers a little, feeling the pressure
increase. Then she started to twirl them around in her cunt. Her
pussy seemed to have developed a life of its own.
It rippled with hot pleasure, and she felt her cuntal walls
close in greedily around the two little digits.
They soon became sticky with the syrup which flowed in hot
streams from her young snatch. She pumped her fingers in and out
of her cunt, driving them in until she had them buried up to her
knuckles.
Her lust rose until it consumed her, and the need to come
filled her with a fabulous heat which became feverish.
She raised her knees up out of the water, and spread her
thighs as wide apart as the sides of the tub would allow. She
pumped her two fingers in and out of her cunt, and at the same
time her little thumb worked on the hardened love button, which
sent thrilling shivers of pleasure through her.
Her body became covered with goose bumps, as the pleasure
built and built, driving her body in humping motions up out of the
water.
The water was moving in higher and higher waves, as she
continued to stimulate herself. It splashed out of the tub, and
dampened the thick shag rug. Molly was oblivious to everything
but the hot, harsh, demanding waves of pre-orgasmic tension which
coursed through her body.
She felt the first spasms of her orgasm grip at her muscles,
and cause them to stiffen and shake with a fine tremor. Then her
cunt convulsed, as the orgasm built, and coursed through her whole
body.
She opened her mouth in a soundless scream. Her eyes were
shut tightly as her hand battered at her newly-opened twat. The
pleasure built and built until she felt almost delirious as the
delicious spasms increased in violence.
Her body arched out of the water, her smooth skin streaming
with the warm, oily water, as her climax peaked. With a huge
sigh, she collapsed into the water again, as it started to fade
away.
She kept pumping her hand in and out of her twat, until it
became sore again, seeking to retain the hot pleasure which had
filled her with a wild delirium. Her hand was shaking with the
violent effort of frigging herself, and her body felt warm and
relaxed.
Molly made a wry face, as she soaped herself, and washed
herself off. She still felt hungry, still wanted more of that hot
huge man who had taken her virginity.
But her hands were no longer enough for the kind of desire
which gripped at her cunt. She needed cock and more cock.
She got out of the tub, and dried herself off, and then went
to her room. That night, she frigged herself into total
exhaustion.
* * *
Hill was only vaguely appalled at what he had done. The
girl, when he had pulled out of her, had curled up like a
contented cow. He had walked away from her silently, gone through
the wood again, and come out near his own rolling lawn.
He felt a little bit as if he were wrapped in cotton. He
should have been horrified at what he had done. He had two
teenaged girls. His heart would have been rent in two had he
found out that they had been subject to such a gruesome initiation
into womanhood.
And yet it was because of that irrational, and insistent
desire which he had for his daughters, that he had done what he
had done.
He looked down at his dark trousers. There was a faint stain
on them. He walked into the back door of his house, having
traversed the lawn, and walked quietly up to the bedroom.
In the twins' room, he could hear their light chatter, and
his wife's responding voice. At the sound of their young, piping
voices, at the silvery peal of their laughter, his cock throbbed
with lust again.
He took his costume off. There were bloodstains on the white
gloves--the girl's slain virginity! He felt like a murderer, and
yet, he felt no guilt, only a vague mental idea that he had done a
heinous wrong.
Having removed his clothes, he carefully hid them away in a
closet to be disposed of later, and then went to the bathroom to
wash off the evidence of his rape. His cock was blood-stained,
and glistened slightly with the juices of the little girl.
She had come wildly, and the very thought of it caused him to
think of his daughters, coming under his humping body. His cock
was fully erect.
There was a knock on the door.
"Hill?"
"Yes, darling," he responded. He knew his wife had a tight,
sweet cunt. He was more than ready to give her his next load.
The door opened a little bit.
"Can I come in?"
"You certainly can. Why don't you share the shower?"
Helen looked behind the curtains.
"Hill, darling!" she purred, seeing his hard-on. In a
moment, she was naked, her lush curves undulating with eagerness,
as she stepped into the shower.
Hill grabbed her and pulled her against his hard, well-
developed chest.
She moaned, and spread her legs slightly, feeling his cock,
fully erect, slip between her legs, and rub against her pussy
meat.
Helen was as hot and ready as her husband. Hill moaned, and
undulated his hips back and forth, teasing the throbbing shaft of
his cock against her wet and swollen snatch.
Helen closed her thighs together, making a warm nest for
Hill's cock. He held her close, and Helen felt her nipples
pucker. She rubbed her tits against his chest, stimulating her
sensitive tit-flesh.
She could feel her pussy meat swelling with the passion Hill
always evoked in her. His hard, thick cock continued to rub back
and forth between her legs, pressing into her cuntal meat, driving
her crazy.
She threw her arms around Hill's neck, and reached up to kiss
her husband. She felt his warm, sensual mouth on her mouth,
covering her lips. She felt his tongue snake between her
unresisting teeth.
She sucked on his tongue, drawing it deeply into her throat.
Their saliva mixed as they kissed passionately, deeply.
Helen moaned, feeling the heat rise as her husband's massive
ramrod rubbed back and forth over her twat.
As he thrust forward, his hairy groin rubbed against the
upper part of her twat, and tickled her inflamed clitoris, until
she felt her pussy juices flowing lavishly from her overheated
cunt.
Her hips ground with more and more ardor into her husband's
hairy groin. Hill's arms tightened, and he lifted his wife up,
and pressed her sweating, trembling back against the tiled wall of
the shower.
"Ohh, Hill, you're so wonderful!" Helen gasped, as she hooked
her long, dancer's legs around her husband's waist. She felt him
pressing his cock against the drooling entrance to her womanhood.
She panted with desire, and groaned loudly, as she felt his
massive cock head thrust hungrily into her. Her pussy walls
parted, and her husband began to push inward.
She felt his cock, like a libidinous snake, slithering into
her well-greased hole. She felt the pussy flesh twitch and jerk,
as the hot hard shaft massaged her hungry, itching walls.
His cock slipped into her quivering quim, until the cock head
was prying into the depths of her teeming well.
Helen shivered, as Hill started to move in her, drawing his
huge cock out to the tip, and then thrusting it inward again. He
lunged into her womanhood over and over again, each lunge driving
the heat of Helen's lust higher and higher.
She felt her cuntal walls close in tightly around his hard-
thrusting cock, felt his desire building, felt his cock swell in
her cunt.
She melted in the heat of his embrace, clutching at him
tightly, loving him, surrendering to the hot wild feelings which
his hard-humping cock drove through her body.
Hill had a cock that seemed to have a life of its own. She
adored Will for all his wonderful personal qualities, but she
couldn't help adoring him just as much for that magnificent cock.
And the most wonderful thing was, that the more they lived
together, the older their marriage got, the more he seemed to want
her. There was absolutely no reason on earth why Helen would let
herself go to pieces. She still wore the same size she had when
she got married, and her hunger, far from being assuaged, was
increased by her husband's frequent sexual demands.
As a matter of fact, her husband kept her so well-greased,
that she made a few demands of her own. It kept both of them
amiable and pleasant-natured. She might have thought differently
about her husband's hot and heavy sexual patterns if she had known
the cause of them was her own twins!
As Helen moaned under her husband's battering, she thought,
as she frequently did, that she was the luckiest woman in the
world, and she had the best husband!
Hill was banging into her now, furiously. She squealed as
she felt the first spasms of her climax grip at her lovely, flat
belly.
She gripped her husband around his neck tightly. The grip of
her legs around his humping waist tightened, as she felt the sweet
convulsions of her orgasm ripple through her body.
"Unh! You have a marvelous cunt," Hill gasped. His mouth
sought his wife's and again, she coped pleasurably with two
tongues in her hot oral cavity.
Her body started to writhe against her husband's, as he
thrust inward. She could feel the heat of his cock increase as he
rubbed it back and forth.
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!
Chapter 3
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.
Debra 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?" Debra 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 Dawn'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.
"Oh, Donna, that feels so sexy."
"What do you suppose two fingers would feel like?" Donna
asked, terribly excited by her sister Debrah's fingers in her
cunt.
"More like Daddy's cock, I guess," Debrah said, withdrawing
her one finger, and trying to insert two.
Donna grunted.
Debrah looked over her shoulders at her sister.
"Did that hurt, Donna?"
"Well, not exactly. I don't know what it felt like, but keep
doing it. You want me to try it with you?"
"Yeah," Debrah said, returning her attention to the two
fingers she was trying to insert into her sister's cunt.
Donna's barely-furred little muff arched upward, driving
Debrah's fingers deeper and deeper into her twat.
It felt strangely uncomfortable, but at the same time, it was
a fantastic feeling.
"Do you suppose we could seduce Daddy?" Donna asked, as her
lovely little hips started to beat a wild tattoo on the bed.
Debrah had barely inserted the tips of both fingers into Donna's
cunt.
She was a little afraid she'd hurt Donna, because the flesh
was so tight, but she kept working the tips of her fingers around,
and slowly but surely, more and more of her fingers became lodged
in the little girl's cunt.
Donna grunted, momentarily pausing in her stimulation of her
sister, as she got used to the sensation of what her sister was
doing.
Then she started to insert two fingers in her sister's cunt.
Donna grunted, feeling how tight Debrah's cunt was.
"Does it hurt, Debrah?" she asked.
"N-nooo, not really. But it does feel strange, like you
said."
Donna pushed in, feeling the tight, virginal flesh give a
little more with each thrust.
Her own cunt felt as if it were on fire, as Debrah inserted
more and more of the length of the two fingers around.
Donna pushed in, until the tips of her fingers were buried in
her sister's pulsing pussy. She could feel the powerful throb of
her sister's excitement against her digits, as she rested them at
the entrance to Debrah's cunt.
Debrah's fingers were doing a marvelous job on Donna's cunt.
She started to twirl her fingers around and around, not trying to
get them deeper into her sister's incredibly tight twat. The
feeling of Debrah's fingers massaging just the entrance to her
cunt was fantastic.
Donna's hips were gyrating upward. Each time she thrust
upward, more and more excited by her sister's fingers, she drove
her sister's fingers ever so slightly deeper into her cunt. The
pressure began to build in her ardent body.
Pretty soon, both of them were moaning, as the twirled their
fingers around in each other's cunt.
Donna thrust upward again, and this time her sister's fingers
became so deeply embedded in her cunt, that Donna felt the tips of
her fingers press against her maidenhead.
"Ouch, stop, Debrah. That's my cherry you're touching," she
gasped.
"I'm sorry," Debrah said, removing her fingers a little. She
was squirming around and around on Donna's fingers, and without
being aware of it, thrusting down further and further, driving
Donna's fingers further into her own cunt.
"Ahh, Donna, now you're pushing against my cherry!" Debrah
gasped, feeling the slight sting.
The two of them twirled their fingers around and around the
edges of their little twats.
"Ohhh!" Donna moaned, withdrawing her fingers from Debrah's
twat. "Lick me, Debrah, please. This isn't any fun. Daddy's
cock must go deeper than that."
Donna was blessed for her remark by a flow of Debrah's jism
on her chin, as the little girl became terribly aroused.
Debrah pulled her fingers out of Donna's cunt, and pressed
her mouth against her sister's sweet little twat.
Her tongue appeared, pink and gleaming with her saliva, and
she tasted her sister's come cream, which formed a thick, slimy
patina on her gleaming meat.
Debrah started to lap Donna off, and Donna was willing and
eager to return her sister's favor. She stuck her tongue out,
flattened it, and dug it into Debrah's blood-engorged snatch.
Against her tongue, she could feel the throbbing of Debrah's
pussy. She started to move her tongue up and down over the thick
swollen folds, every now and then withdrawing her sweet little
mouth to lick off the pussy juices from her lips, and to savor the
musky taste and fragrance of them.
Debrah tightened her little tongue and started to circle
Donna's clitoris eagerly. She felt the little nubbin elongate,
pop out of its fleshy sheath, and twitch under her lashing tongue.
Donna's hips, excited by Debrah's tongue, started to hump up
and down, as Debrah's eager, hot, wet little tongue pried into her
pussy meat and raised Donna's lustful temperature to a fever
pitch.
Debrah moaned, driven to her own personal frenzy by Donna's
tongue. Donna ran her tongue freely and wildly over Debrah's
twat, pressing her tongue against the swollen, silky-soft delicate
flesh, and then prying into her sister's hot, drooling little
hole.
Both the little girls were making wet, sucking noises, as
they munched on each other's muff.
Debrah started to whimper, excited by Donna's tongue against
her clitoris. Donna started to lash out at the girl's little love
button, flicking her tongue back and forth, teasing the hot, hard
little button until it shivered with ecstasy, and sent tingling
messages of pleasure through Debrah's besotted body.
They were both beginning to sweat, as their lust built to a
feverish, hectic pitch. Donna moaned continuously, and the more
excited she got the more enthusiastic her mouth became on her
sister's cunt.
The two of them started to tremble. The bed vibrated with
their shaking bodies and the wild tremors which shook them, as
their orgasms coursed through them.
Debrah ran her hands over her sister's calves, feeling the
smooth skin, and getting more and more aroused by the smell and
taste of Donna's cunt.
Donna's hands moved up over her sister's rippling ass cheeks,
and she kneaded the soft flesh, moaning with the pleasure of her
hands on her sister's sweet ass flesh.
Debrah drove her muff heavily into Donna's mouth. Her juices
flowed hotly from her tight twat, and covered Donna's cheeks and
chin. Donna pried her tongue deeply into her sister's quivering
quim, and started to suck up her come juices.
Deep in the pit of her own belly, she felt the ripples of her
own orgasm. The contractions started softly, with almost subtle
sensations, and built under the pressure of Debrah's tongue, until
Donna's hips writhed and thrashed around on the bed.
Debrah felt her body bounced around by her sister's wild
flailing. She knew that Donna was coming, and the very knowledge
that she was coming made her more and more excited.
She started to come herself. She drove her pussy into her
sister's mouth lasciviously, grinding her swollen pussy meat
against her sister's mouth, feeling her passion mount, until she
lost all sense of restraint, all sense of who she was and where
she was.
The only thing she was aware of was her twat being sucked on
by Donna. Donna was feeling approximately the same way.
She felt her hips arching up and down, as she slammed her
twat against Debrah's hard-sucking mouth. She moaned against
Debrah's mouth, as she felt her own climax build, take possession
of her body.
The two sisters clutched at each other in their frenzy,
moaning and shivering wildly as wave after hot wave of ecstasy
coursed through them.
They sweated, and their cunts poured with their honey. Both
of them strove to drink it all up, but their faces were covered
with the thick syrup.
Debrah felt her orgasm peak. Her body stiffened for a
moment, and her flicking tongue pried into Donna's fuck hole. She
felt her sister's pussy meat close in around her tongue.
Then her face flushed a vivid shade of red, and her body
continued to hump up and down furiously, as her orgasm peaked and
then started to fade away leaving lots of little convulsions in
its wake.
Donna bucked her hips up into her sister's face a little
longer, and then she, too, collapsed.
The two beautiful, angelic-looking little girls lay entwined
for a few moments, their tits heaving passionately as they strove
to normalize their breathing.
Debrah looked over her shoulders at her sister. She almost
looked as if she were asleep but Debrah knew better. She squirmed
around until she was face to face with her sister again, and they
embraced.
"Do you think we're perverted?" Debrah asked.
"Lord, no! We've discussed this before."
"I know, but still it makes me feel bad, sometimes."
"Why, don't I do it good enough for you?"
"Oh, no, Donna, it's not that at all. I just wonder. I
mean, well, here we are, the two of us, playing with each other,
having sex with each other, and we both have the hots for our
father."
"Well, you have to admit he's the most super father in the
world," Donna said, softly.
"I know. I can't find a boy I like better. Molly says she
doesn't care who pops her cherry, but I'd rather Daddy did it to
me."
"But he loves Mommy."
"He loves us, too."
There was silence, while the two girls contemplated their
dilemma. And then they fell asleep in each other's arms,
burrowing under the covers, until only their golden heads showed.
* * *
Hill was unusually quiet that night. Helen noticed and said
nothing.
She wasn't someone to pry into the private lives of anyone,
not her husband's or her children's. She knew in all good time
that he would tell her, if he wanted her to know.
The two of them kept that respect for each other's, privacy.
Helen knew there were times when she appreciated it.
They had rinsed off, and then put on bathrobes, and gone
downstairs for a drink. Their conversation was minimal, but it
wasn't strained.
Helen's pussy was purring, and she was aware of the throbbing
bulge which could be seen in her husband's crotch. She knew there
was more love-making, and that suited Helen just fine.
Hill was still finding it hard to believe that he had done
what he had done. He kept going back in his mind to the lake, the
soft breeze of early autumn, the golden-haired little Molly, her
hand a blur of motion in the moonlight, frigging herself.
And the feel of the young girl's cunt, as he popped her
cherry!
That, and/or his wife, and he wasn't sure, because his
thoughts were so vague, kept his cock throbbing with lusty blood.
He stared straight ahead at the oaken paneling of the family
sitting room, where they were sitting.
He was also worrying. What if he had hurt the little girl?
He was pretty sure he hadn't, and she had come like gangbusters.
His cock lurched at the thought of the girl's pussy muscles
gripping wildly at his cock as he lunged in and out of her.
It was not uncommon for Hill to take a pipe and go out
wandering on the lawn for awhile, before going to bed.
He, looked down at his wife, around whose shoulders he had
draped an arm. She was snuggled into the crook of his arm, quite
content to remain silent. Occasionally she took a sip of her
drink, and Hill would hear the chink of the ice in the glass, a
nice, peaceful, homey sound.
He squeezed her shoulder and then kissed her on her forehead,
hotly.
"Go to bed," he said, in a gruff voice. "I'm going to have a
pipe and I'll be right up."
"Yes, Hill," Helen said, sweetly. The glow in her eyes, as
she gazed up at her husband, went through him like a knife. It
was so loving, so trusting, so happy! His wife didn't know she
was looking at a child rapist.
Hill took his pipe, filled it, lit it, and then took his
drink and went out onto the lawn. The night was quiet, and more
chilly. He shivered slightly in the cool air, feeling the light
wind pry into the folds of his bathrobe, and caress his hard-on.
He walked in leisurely fashion to the edge of the woods, and
then went quietly through them until he came to the fringes of the
lake. His heart was pounding.
This was a good way to get caught, he suddenly realized. And
then the awful fact dawned on him, that indeed, what he had done
was a matter for the police. He looked where he had seen Molly.
She was gone. He found nothing there to indicate that she
had even been there. He went to the tree where she had been
sitting. Nothing!
She could have been found and carried away, in which case,
Hill was sure he would have seen the marks of other footprints.
As it was, there was very little disturbance of the grass.
Hill wandered around the area, in gradually widening circles.
He became pretty sure that she had picked herself up and walked
away.
He still found it difficult to believe that he had done it.
Not only that, he felt few qualms beyond some concern for her
well-being. But then, he thought to himself, if he were truly
concerned about her well-being, he wouldn't have done what he had
done.
He walked back to His own home, and into the warm kitchen,
locking the door after him.
In Sylvan Hills, doors were only locked at night.
But Sylvan Hills was now housing a rapist, in the form of one
of its most respectable citizens.
Hill couldn't wait to get to the seminary the next day, to
find out what, if anything, had been reported about Molly.
In the meantime, his wife, his beautiful, loving, faithful,
trusting wife, was upstairs in their bedroom, waiting for him.
And he knew before he walked into her room, that he would look in
on his two beautiful teenaged daughters, for whom he entertained
such a heinous lust, and they would be kissed and tucked in by a
loving father who had raped a child no older than they!
The thing that bothered Hill was the lack of intensity of his
feelings. He remembered all the great novels of his youth, which
talked of the tortures of those who had committed crimes and had
to pay for them, the agonies they endured when they felt the full
weight of their guilt upon them.
Hill didn't feel any of this. He merely thought it.
Perhaps, he thought, committing a crime is like sustaining a
severe wound. The trauma numbs you for a moment before the
feeling comes.
Although he was distinctly edgy as he walked up the stairs to
his room, he could not say he was afraid.
He peered into his daughters' bedroom.
They were, as usual, sharing a bed, their arms thrown around
each other, their golden hair splashing on the pillow like a halo
of molten gold.
He walked in and straightened out the covers, and kissed them
softly on their sleep-warm, dewy soft cheeks, and his cock
throbbed painfully, as he smelled the sleep-warm bodies, fragrant
with soap and young childhood, and heard their soft breathing.
He walked out, looking at them for a long, long moment before
he closed the door. The distance between his daughters' bedroom
and the master bedroom was a matter of some twenty feet.
For Hill, thinking intensely, it felt like twenty miles.
He was a man who had betrayed every principle by which he
lived. What he couldn't figure out was if he had been a hypocrite
all his life, or if he were mentally deranged.
He had a beautiful wife, and two gorgeous daughters. He had
lusted after them since they were six or seven, and the lust had
grown until it was almost unbearable.
He really didn't know what to do about it.
The crime had really been so easy to commit. The little girl
had been so readily seduced.
Granted, he had caught her in the act of frigging herself.
She was aroused, and ready.
The other thing that bothered Hill was, would he do it again?
Hill was, to all intents and purposes, a menace to society.
He thought of his daughters, and wondered if they
masturbated, if they gasped in the heat of their lust that they
wanted to be fucked as little Molly Carpenter had.
And then he thought with a pang of her mother and father.
What would they say when they found out? How would they react?
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.
Chapter 4
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.
"Ohhh!" he heard the voice of one of his own beloved
daughters respond, "what I wouldn't do to have it happen to me."
"Well, I think all you have to do is walk by the lake," Molly
said.
"To think you got your cherry popped first in all the class!"
the other little voice exclaimed.
Hill peered into the dimness of the boathouse. Sitting
around on top of one of the boats, which was covered with
tarpaulin, were his daughters, Molly, Sarah, and a young bright
redhead named Anita Lewis.
"I'm going to start walking by the lake tonight," Sarah
declared. Her house was also close to the lake behind Hill's
house.
Hill felt his cock lurch to powerful life in his pants. He
couldn't believe the conversation he was hearing, and yet, he
could.
"Me, too!" Anita said.
"No, you can't!" Molly exclaimed with dismay. "We can't all
do it at once, or he won't come again, and none of us will get
fucked."
"But you've already had your cherry popped!" Debrah
exclaimed. "Now it's our turn. I think you should just stay home
and let the rest of us take turns till we all get raped!"
Hill's body flattened against the wall of the boathouse. His
own daughter! And she wanted to be raped!
He couldn't understand it.
"Oh, he was so wonderful!" Molly crooned. "Better than I
ever hoped it would be!"
"I wish I could get raped. I think grown men are better than
boys anyway," Sarah said mournfully. "All they do is pinch, and
pant, and they never seem to get anywhere."
The girls all giggled.
Hill was now laughing silently to himself.
In France, the tradition was to send a young boy to a brothel
in the company of an older man, and it was the tradition for older
men to seduce younger girls, and Hill, deducing his conclusion
from what the horny little girls were saying now, decided that it
wasn't such a bad idea.
His only objection was that they were so young!
He decided, however, that he was judging them on his own very
subjective feelings about his own daughters. He would hate to see
them deflowered by bunglers when they were too young to physically
cope with the situation.
Over and above that very realistic consideration, Hill was so
enamored of them, that he was absolutely jealous of any boy they
brought home. He compensated for his feelings by being
excessively nice to the boys, who always came back for more,
finding an older man who talked to them nicely, and sympathized
with them without getting aloof or paternalistic.
Hill winced, feeling his raging cock throbbing against the
prison of his pants. He was so thoroughly aroused by what he had
heard that his tumescence caused him pain.
It was going to be a long afternoon before he got home, he
thought to himself.
Slowly, a rather perverted plot formed in his head.
He could very easily compensate for his incestuous desire for
his daughters by amusing himself with the sexual education of some
of the girls whom he taught. He felt a sense of relief, knowing
that he hadn't hurt Molly, but he became more and more enamored of
his idea, as the afternoon wore on.
When he went home, he needed relief desperately. Debrah and
Donna were staying after school for choir practice, and would be
home later.
He started on his homeward trip, intent on making love to his
wife. Before he turned the corner into the wide, tree-lined
street where his house was, he passed a meadow. It was thick with
shrubbery, and the grass was high.
Frequently, the children played in the lush jungle of
vegetation. He heard singing. The voice was high and sweet.
He peered over the broken hedge into the meadow, and saw
Sarah, sitting underneath a bush. She was making a chain of
dandelions.
Hill's fingers itched to get at the little girl, and then he
realized that he was not disguised, and he didn't want to take the
chance of being recognized. That would spoil the game
immediately, and sure enough, one of the girls would talk!
He hurried homeward, cursing the chance he had missed, and
determined in future to prepare himself for such opportunities.
Sarah was such a luscious piece of teenaged ass that he would
hate to pass her up.
"Hello, darling! Did you have a good day?" his wife asked,
kissing him on the cheek, as he came up behind her at the stove,
where she was preparing supper.
Hill put his arms around her waist, and pressed her back into
his raging hard-on.
Helen shivered with delight, and automatically turned down
the fire under the food, and checked the oven. She could feel her
husband's hard-on against her fine, firm buns, and her pussy
started to cream.
Hill turned her around, and framed his wife's beautiful,
heart-shaped face in his hands, bringing her face very close to
his, so that their breaths mingled.
He looked deeply into her eyes, and Helen melted in the gaze.
She tilted her mouth up for a kiss, and moaned as his mouth
covered hers.
Hill's tongue thrust inward sensuously. He flicked his
tongue around and around on his wife's soft lips, and then pried
it in slowly, into her mouth.
As he kissed her, he was in his mind's eye, kissing Sarah,
and he became more and more aroused, but also more and more
gentle. Helen was aware of the soft quality, the burning desire,
the sweetness of the kiss.
She threw her arms around his neck, and pressed her muff into
her husband's raging hard-on, feeling the thick, hard meat pushing
against her quivering muff.
"Oh, Hill," she moaned, softly.
"Have I ever told you how marvelous you are?" Hill said
softly, tracing the clean plane of her cheek from her high cheek
bones down to her chin.
"All the time," Helen murmured, grabbing his hand and kissing
it. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world, and I have the best
husband."
She sucked on one of Hill's fingers, and then bit it gently.
Hill grunted, and pulled his wife away from the work counter,
where he had pressed her. Taking her by the hand, he led her into
the family room, off the kitchen, and closed and locked the door.
He pulled her toward the couch, and sat down, pulling her
down on his lap.
Again he kissed her.
Helen, sitting on his muscular, lean thighs, felt the tremor
of his passion, and responded to it with a passion of her own.
She sucked her husband's tongue into her mouth, and bit on it
gently. He started to raise her skirt, and fondled her muff,
feeling the juices of her lust soaking her panties.
Helen lifted off his lap slightly, as his fingers hooked into
the elastic waistband, and pulled them off, down to her knees.
Kicking her legs, Helen worked them down to her ankles, and
then dropped them.
Her husband pushed her onto her back on the couch, and raised
her skirt above her hips, until it was bunched at her waist, while
Helen fumbled with his belt buckle, releasing it, and then pulled
down his fly zipper.
She moaned, as her husband's erection popped out at her, hard
and ready, and pulsing with lust. She gripped it, kneading the
soft flesh which encased his hardness.
Hill lay on top of his wife's lush body, and pulled his pants
down around his knees. He felt his lust grow as his wife's hands
reached around to cup his tight, muscular buttocks.
He placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and thrust
inward slowly. His cock head slipped easily into her well-
buttered cunt, she was so hot and creamy--smooth and wet!
He worked his hands under her sweating back, pressing her
tits against his throbbing chest, flattening them out.
Helen moaned, feeling her nipples pucker, feeling the hot
ripples of pleasure which the sensitive buds sent through her
body.
Hill pushed inward, feeling his wife's tight cunt give way
before the fleshy onslaught of his powerful prick. He felt the
sensitive flesh twitch and tingle under the wet soft stimulation
of her soft tunnel.
"Oh, Hill," Helen moaned, as she felt her husband's cock
thrust inward, until she felt his balls pressing against her
quivering ass cheeks.
She kept her hands on his firm, powerful buttocks, thrilling
to the sensation of his muscles rippling, as he raised his ass
high in the air, pulling his cock out until only the tip of it was
embedded in her cunt, and then lunged forward again, driving his
cock deeply into the steaming well of her sex.
Helen could feel the hard beating of Hill's heart against her
tit, felt the warmth of his body, which radiated from his clothes
and into her body. Helen felt as if she were melting in Hill's
embrace, as he moved his cock in and out of her sensuously,
slowly, driving his cock deeply into her, and pulling it out with
smooth, firm strokes.
Her cuntal walls closed in around his massive peter. She
felt the heat of his prick permeate the twitching walls of her
cunt. Her pussy juices flowed lavishly out of her cunt, and
trickled out of her tightly-stuffed hole. It dribbled in a warm,
slimy stream down her ass crack, and pooled on the leather
cushions beneath her humping ass.
She ground her swollen, hot pussy up into Hill's hairy groin.
Her clitoris tingled and jerked as it made hot contact with his
wiry pubic hairs.
Her breathing issued from her passion-constricted throat in
gasping sobs, as her heat built.
Hill drove his indefatigable dork in and out of her cunt.
Helen kneaded the flesh of his ass cheeks, savoring the smoothness
of his skin. His cock felt hot and hard in her cunt as it drove
deeply and smoothly in and out of her.
She started to grind her hips upward, mashing her swollen
pink flesh against her husband's hairy groin. She became wanton,
wild, as the passion increased.
Her husband continued to hump in and out of her with a
steady, demanding force, as Helen started to go wild under him.
She felt lost in his arms, felt as if she were drowning in
the weight of his passion.
He grunted, and his humping became harder, and faster. Helen
felt his cock swelling in her cunt. She felt it growing, felt it
like a wild snake slithering deeper into the dark, wet reaches of
her sex tunnel.
She threw her legs around her husband's hard-humping waist,
and clung to him, as the first throes of her orgasm gripped at her
gut, like a warm, wet fist, massaging her entrails gently,
exacting from them their pleasure.
She felt the pleasure well up hotly, felt her pussy juices
spew out of her tightly-stuffed hole. She started to whimper as
the delicious delirium overtook her mind, fogging it. The spasms
in her gut spread outward in hot, ponderous waves, until her
itching cuntal walls began to convulse.
She felt her muscles gripping at her husband's hard-driving
dork, felt her orgasm drive higher and higher, as her husband
continued to plow in and out of the hot dark hole of her pussy.
She gripped at his waist with her legs, and pulled his face
down to hers, kissing him hotly, greedily. Hill's mouth took
possession of hers, and his tongue flicked in and out of her hot
oral cavity with almost the same rhythm that his cock was driving
in and out of her hot, wet cunt.
Helen felt totally abandoned to the pleasure of her husband's
lust, felt her orgasm wash over her in convulsive wave after wave,
until she writhed like a mad woman under her husband's strong,
demanding body.
As her orgasm peaked, Hill's cock exploded with its hot
eruption of man juice. Helen felt her cunt, like a hungry, gaping
maw, suck up the juices, deep into her womb, where they mixed
hotly with her pussy cream, and then poured back down her cunt,
spilling out in a golden stream onto her thoroughly soaked ass.
Against her quivering, humping ass cheeks, her husband's
balls slapped wildly, wetly, lewdly.
Hill's cock made wet sucking noises, as it thrust in and out
of her quivering, convulsing quim.
Helen heard him grunt, felt his grip on her flailing body
tighten, as his cock pistoned in and out of her like greased
lightning, every inward thrust depositing another load of scum
into her hot and eager hole.
Helen squealed as her orgasm peaked, and then started to fade
awry. She writhed against him for a long time. Her orgasm was
prolonged, and powerful, and when she finally relaxed against her
husband's still-heaving body, while he emptied his balls into her,
she was still trembling with the intense pleasure of the fuck she
had had.
Hill thrust into her one last time, and then lay, relaxed,
and trembling with the aftermath of his own orgasm, pressing her
body into the couch.
"I love being fucked by you," Helen said. "You have to be
the best stud in the world."
"Keep up that talk, and I'll fuck you again."
"I'd love you to!" Helen exclaimed, squeezing her pussy
muscles against Hill's still raging ramrod.
She rubbed her tits against her husband's chest, wishing she
were naked. But it was almost time for the children to come home,
and there was supper to finish.
Hill looked at his watch, and frowned slightly. He pulled
out of her. He helped her to a sitting position.
Helen squirmed against the leather seat of the couch, feeling
the soft sensuous touch of the leather against her come-covered,
bare ass. Their combined come cream oozed out of her tight hole,
arousing Helen, greasing her for more action.
She reached down and picked up her panties, and put them on,
loving the sticky-wet feel of their combined juices against her
sex flesh.
Hill grabbed her and hugged her tightly, and then kissed her.
"Enough!" she gasped. "I have to finish supper."
"I'm going out for a walk and have a pipe," Hill said.
"Supper will be ready in an hour. You'll have plenty of
time," Helen said, gazing fondly at her husband one last time
before she left the room.
Hill walked up the stairs to the bathroom, to wipe himself
off. Then, looking at his watch, he got a powerful gleam in his
eyes which was physically reflected in his cock's getting hard
again, immediately.
Around Sylvan Hills, everyone ate about six-thirty, unless
there were dinner parties, which were usually at the standard
eight o'clock. But the children, encouraged to stay out-of-doors
as much as possible, didn't have to come home until just before
supper time.
He wondered, if he got his costume, if Sarah would still be
in that meadow. The light was rapidly fading from the sky, as the
day passed. There was plenty of cover, and the wood behind his
lawn traveled in an unbroken line to the meadow. He could at
least get to the meadow undetected.
Sarah had expressed a desire to have her cherry popped, and
Hill was more than willing to oblige.
He pulled out the costume from its hiding place. He would
have to find a place for it, outside the house. For this evening,
he knew he could get out without his wife's seeing him with it,
since she was busy in the kitchen.
He would go out the front door, and then around to the back
of the house in a diagonal path that led away from the large
windows in the kitchen.
When he got to the woods, he put on the mask and cape with
trembling hands. He decided not to use the gloves. He buried the
gloves deep in the loam-rich soil. They were only a hindrance.
Without them, he could feel the sweet young flesh. With them, he
could feel nothing, a fact which had frustrated him when he raped
Molly.
The other good thing about Sarah's location, if she were
still in the meadow, was that it was situated far enough away from
the lake to make his actions sufficiently unpredictable so that no
one could foresee them, or anticipate them.
He grinned as he tread softly in the woods, keeping a keen
eye on the shifting shadows in case there were children around,
playing hide and seek, cocking his head every now and then to
listen.
The woods got darker and darker, as he progressed through
them to the field.
That wouldn't stop the children from playing in them. Fear
was absent in Sylvan Hills, and the darkness held no terrors for
its inhabitants.
It obviously held no terrors for eager little virgins,
waiting to have their cherries popped, either!
Hill came up close to the meadow. He peered through a tree
on the edge of the forest. Sarah was picking more dandelions.
Her hair wore a golden crown of them, and there was a large
necklace of them falling down over her full breasts.
Hill crouched down and stalked, like a beast of prey.
He knew that he had to have her and, right, then and there.
Chapter 5
Sarah loved the meadow, where she was gathering the golden
dandelions. She had always loved it, and went there in her
solitary moods, to be alone.
This particular evening, she was thinking of Molly's graphic
description of how she had been raped.
Sarah wanted more than anything to feel a big hot cock in her
sweet little cunt. She had wanted it since she was about ten
years old.
But Molly had been the lucky one.
When Sarah left school, she went home and left her books on
her desk, and went out to be alone. She had thought initially of
going down by the lake, but the agreement among the girls (which
Hill had not heard, since he left before the bell rang for
afternoon classes, to avoid being seen), was that Anita would get
first shot at the lake territory, to be followed by Debrah, and
then Donna, and then Sarah.
Sarah had let them all have first choice, since she tended to
be a sweet-tempered, rather self-effacing girl. As she gathered
the bright weeds, she wished she hadn't been so forebearing.
Her cunt was creaming, and she had a wild desire to frig
herself right here in the meadow.
As the idea grew on her she thought to herself, why not? Who
passed this way at this time of night? Most of the children were
probably playing in their back yards. There were no boys in the
woods tonight, playing cops and robbers, or cowboys and Indians.
There was only Sarah, under a darkening sky, watching the
first stars of evening appear, gathering dandelions to make a belt
with.
And the more she thought about the idea, the more she liked
it. Her pursuit for dandelions took her closer and closer to the
woods.
She stood up and looked around. There was plenty of
shrubbery. She became so rapt in thought that she didn't hear the
crackling which indicated a heavy footstep behind her.
The impact of the man's body against hers jarred her. She
felt a hand over her mouth, and felt herself lifted easily in a
pair of powerful arms, and dragged toward the woods.
Her eyes opened wide, as fear filled her with icy-cold
fingers. And then her heart began to pound like a trip hammer in
her young breast. It must be the rapist! At least, Sarah hoped
it was.
At the same time, she experienced an acute anxiety. What if
he weren't as nice with her as he had been with Molly? What if he
hurt? What if he killed her?
Molly hadn't told her mother what had happened, and Sarah,
being dragged into the darkness of the woods, now regretted that
Molly hadn't said anything. It was a terrible thing, raping a
young girl.
Sarah, for all she wanted cock, didn't want it, now that the
moment was upon her. It was a fateful moment, as it is with any
virgin, especially when the virgin was only thirteen years old.
She shivered, and her icy cold fingers gripped at the hand
around her mouth, as she struggled to free herself.
"Be quiet," said the man in a deep, rasping kind of voice.
Sarah obeyed.
The man pushed her down onto the earth, his hand still over
her mouth. With his other hand, he reached under Sarah's skirt,
and she felt him fumbling with her panties. Sarah thought that
her breath had been sucked out of her lungs.
Her struggles were instinctive, but faint, because the desire
welled up in her. So far, he hadn't hurt her, and the description
of the man Molly gave fit this man--the dark cape--the mask over
his eyes.
The man pulled her panties off quickly, and then spread her
legs, kneeling down between them. Sarah whimpered behind the firm
hand which covered her mouth.
And then she felt the man's hand cupping her muff. She
stiffened for a moment, and then she felt the hot, fabulous
ripples of warm pleasure coursing through her body.
The man's hand on her muff was totally different from her own
soft hands, when she frigged herself. She was wet and hot and
ready, her pussy lips swollen and pouting from beneath her plump
white outer lips.
She felt the man's finger moving up and down over her
sensitive sex flesh, and hot flashes of sensual bliss ran through
her.
She felt him slip one finger almost delicately into her
little dripping hole. She heard him grunt, as he lowered himself
on her body.
She heard the harsh rasping of metal on metal, as the man
lowered the zipper of his fly. The woods were very dark now, and
she could barely make out the dim white length of his massive
prick.
The size of it scared her, and she started to struggle again.
She felt that he would kill her with that thing.
But perhaps he wouldn't. She remembered Molly describing it
as huge, bigger than she thought a cock should be.
She moaned, as she felt his hot flesh press against the wet
entrance of her pussy.
Slowly the man pushed inward, and Sarah forgot to struggle,
as she felt his huge, hard ram rod slipping into her tiny fuck
hole.
She lay, spread-eagled beneath his big body, as his hot cock
slipped into her, spreading her pussy walls wide. The sensation
was indescribable to the little girl.
She almost stopped breathing as she felt the hot waves of
pleasure rush upward, until her head was buzzing, and her ears
rang with the lust which took possession of her.
Molly was right. It was wonderful! And he wasn't hurting
her.
She closed her eyes, and her body relaxed, as the man's cock
pushed in farther and farther. Then she felt it against her
hymen.
She stiffened again, because Molly said that was the only
time it hurt. But all little girls of Sarah's age knew that it
hurt at least a little bit the first time, she reasoned.
She felt the man's cock push inward roughly. Her body arched
up as she felt the sharp sting, felt the welling up of her virgin
blood, and then she relaxed again, as the man's cock pushed deep,
deep into her tiny little hole.
His cock was buried balls-deep in her quivering quim. For
awhile, his cock remained still in her cunt, as if he were letting
her get used to the phenomenal length and breadth of it.
Then he started to move in and out of her. Sarah's breathing
became labored and harsh as the man's cock pulled out to the tip,
and then moved in again, slowly. Each thrust sent hot furrows of
pleasure coursing through Sarah.
She kept her eyes closed, and forgot to struggle. She
shivered as the pleasure grew and grew, like a lurid plant, in the
depths of her belly.
Almost instinctively, she brought her knees up, exposing more
of her muff to the man's cock. As he thrust inward, she felt his
hairy groin, pressing against her sensitive pink sex flesh.
Her clitoris tingled with bliss as the wiry hairs tickled it.
His balls tickled her quivering ass cheeks, as she lay beneath the
man's weight.
The man kept pumping in and out of her cunt, slowly. Sarah
felt every inch of her cuntal flesh massaged by the huge dick as
it pistoned in and out of her. He massaged every bit of her
dripping, silky inner flesh.
Her juices which had been flowing anyway, welled up and
flowed even more lavishly down around the man's cock, lubricating
it, making its passage in and out of her cunt easier. And the
easier it got, the more pleasure Sarah felt.
It was so wonderful that Sarah almost wanted to cry.
She started to hump her hips upward, wanting to feel the
man's dick deeper and deeper into her aroused, newly-opened fuck
hole. She felt her walls spread before the man's cock, as it slid
in and out of her.
She felt strange, demanding, pleasurable sensations well up
in her belly. She grunted against the man's hand which still
covered her mouth.
She felt weak. She felt hot and cold at the same time. She
felt as if she were going to faint, possibly die, but the feelings
were all so fabulous, that the lust-besotted Sarah didn't care.
Her hips started bucking up into the man's cock with more and
more fury, driven to wild action by the feelings which seemed to
take possession of her cunt, and give it a mind of her own.
Her whole body shuddered violently as the feelings continued
to build in her, driving her crazy.
She ground her muff heavily against the man's hairy groin.
Her pussy lips were even more swollen than they had ever been, and
the flesh felt as if it were on fire.
Her inflamed clitoris twitched and jerked under the hot
tickling stimulation of the man's thick hairs.
The ecstasy coursing through her lush little body
intensified. She started to whimper with the hot pleasure.
Her smooth flesh gleamed with sex sweat, even though the
evening was getting chilly, and she felt goose flesh form on her
soft, smooth skin.
The man's hand reached out and softly cupped one of Sarah's
round, melon-shaped tits. Sarah felt the nipple pucker and add
more pleasure to the welter of fabulous joy which already filled
her.
Her hips humped up madly into the man's loins, and her body
stiffened as the first convulsions of her orgasm rippled through
her.
Sarah felt wide-open, wanton, and wild, as she smashed into
the man's groin, as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her
quivering quim.
She started to grunt as the convulsions built sharply. Her
cuntal muscles gripped rhythmically against the man's hard-driving
cock. She heard his harsh breathing as he drove his cock harder
and harder into her quivering quim.
Her body went wild under the man. He gripped her shoulder,
steadying her, as she abandoned herself to the hot convulsive
waves of ecstasy which ripped through her body. The sensation to
Sarah was devastating. Her head reeled with the power of her
passion, and she felt as if she were going to faint.
Her whole body was convulsing now, thrashing and writhing
wildly under the man's hard-driving body.
And then she felt his hot man juice washing against the
quivering, rippling walls of her cunt.
She felt as if her cunt were sucking on his cock, felt her
walls grip at the thick rod which pistoned in and out of her,
driving her to the edge of sanity, higher than she had ever gone
before in orgasm.
As the man's cock exploded with a frothing hot geyser of
scum, he slammed into her harder and harder, and Sarah thought it
was the best moment of her entire young life.
Her climax peaked, and Sarah's body stiffened for a moment,
and then she collapsed heavily into the soft moist earth, as the
man continued to shoot wad after wad of thick jism deep into her.
She felt it mixing with her pussy juices, and it made a warm,
slimy flood which poured out of her well-stuffed hole.
The man slammed into her one last time, and then he fell on
top of her body. Sarah could hear him breathing heavily, felt his
warm breath blowing moistly on her face.
She didn't want it to stop. Her pussy tingled with the hot
ecstasy which still gripped it.
The man lay on top of her for awhile, and then pulled out of
her.
Sarah didn't even open her eyes. She didn't want to know who
the man was, didn't want to scare him away.
"Do it again," she said, her voice a harsh whisper. She
moaned softly, rocking her ardent hips back and forth. She heard
the crackling of the underbrush.
"No!" she gasped, opening her eyes. Already the man was
gone, swallowed up by the dark forest.
Sarah moaned, and lay under the tree, mourning the loss of
the cock that had wreaked such sweet havoc on her adolescent body.
She put her hand down to her muff and cupped it, feeling the
secret juices still flowing from her hot cunt.
She lay there for a long, long time, fondling her cunt. But
it wasn't the same thing as having the cock in her, which she
wanted more of.
She smiled, and got up on shaky feet, fumbled around until
she found her panties, and put them on. She brushed herself off
and started to walk home.
She didn't know what time it was, and she didn't care. She
felt marvelous. Between her legs, the juices flowed as she made
her way home to supper.
She was suddenly starved, without quite knowing why. Usually
her appetite was an indifferent one at best.
He had been everything Molly said he was.
Now it would be Sarah's turn to tell tales tomorrow, during
lunch. She was very happy that the man didn't just frequent the
lake.
Anita would be a very disappointed girl tomorrow.
She ran into the house.
Her mother, a chubby, round little woman with dark hair
smiled as her daughter skipped up to her for a kiss.
"Ach!" Her mother complained, feeling the child's passion-
flushed forehead. "You're getting sick, ehh? You play too hard,
and you get overheated."
"I feel wonderful, Mama!" Sarah exclaimed, hugging her.
"Get ready for supper," her mother said, "but first, show me
your tongue."
"Ahh!" Sarah said, sticking her tongue way out.
Her mother made a wry face, patted her little girl on the
shoulder, and then sent her upstairs to wash.
Sarah felt her pussy tingling so much that she had a mini-
orgasm as she ran up the stairs.
* * *
"But what did he do to you?" Molly gasped. The girls were
gathered in the boat house again, and this time, Sarah was the
center of attention.
"He dragged me into the woods, and he pushed me onto the
ground, and then he pulled off my pants. I thought I was going to
come right then!" Sarah gasped.
As she told her story, her pussy creamed wildly.
"And then he did to me just what he did to Molly and it felt
wonderful!"
"And to think I spent the whole afternoon by the lake!" Anita
gasped. "Maybe I should try the meadow tonight."
"Maybe he doesn't stick to just one spot," Debrah suggested.
"Oh, Lord," Donna gasped. "I wish I were next."
Hill, listening outside the boat house, felt his cock lurch
again. No, he thought, he couldn't do it to his own daughters.
Incest was a more hideous crime than gently relieving little girls
of their cherries.
It was true that he still desired his daughters, but the
taste of young ass that he did get, assuaged that hunger a little
bit, so that it wasn't constantly gnawing at his entrails.
He was happier than he had been in quite a while. There were
plenty of little girls in Sylvan Hills, and he had the feeling
that most of them would just love to have their virginity wrested
from them.
It was exciting for him, too. He peered through the crack in
the boards. The little group had an addition. It was Susan
Brown. She sat wistfully listening to the young girls, looking
sad.
Susan was an adorable, cuddly little creature, who had all
the budding promise of the other beauties. Her very wistfulness
turned Hill on. He felt the lawless passion raging in his loins,
as he watched her.
"Wouldn't you like to get your cherry popped?" Debrah asked
the little girl.
"Yes," Susan said, sadly. "But he wouldn't like me. None of
the little boys like me. They won't even date me!"
"Oh, they will."
"No, they won't," Susan said, shaking her head sadly. Her
lovely chestnut hair, bright with golden highlights shimmered.
Her round brown eyes looked sad, and there was a brightness about
them, suggestive of tears.
"Everybody still thinks I'm a baby," she said softly.
It was true. Susan Brown was an advanced student who had
received a double promotion. She was only twelve years old, and
twelve years old to a thirteen-year-old boy was anathema.
Hill studied the girl carefully. She was certainly fairly
well developed physically, even if her tits were only slight bumps
on her little chest. Susan still had some of her baby fat--not
much. Her waist was beginning to elongate and indent, and her
hips were beginning to swell. Hill suspected that she would do an
awful lot of growing.
Twelve was awfully young, Hill thought, but the very idea of
taking the little girl was almost unbearable.
Hill decided to strike as soon as possible.
Molly and the twins, and Anita and Sarah got up to leave.
"You coming, Susan?" Molly asked.
"No, I wanna stay here for a minute," Susan said.
"Why?" Donna asked.
"Maybe he'll come in here."
"Oh, come on, Susan," Sarah said with the knowing air of a
woman who's been through it an. "You're only twelve years old.
You're too young for sex!"
"No, I'm not," Susan said, mournfully.
Hill crept around to the side opposite the one the girls
would pass to go back to the school. He peered around the front
of the boat house, and watched them skipping back toward the main
buildings.
Then he opened the door slowly, cautiously.
"Ohhh, I'd like to be fucked!" he heard Susan say
plaintively. This time, Hill was prepared for his erotic
adventure. That morning, after arriving at school, he had hidden
his cloak and his mask near the boat house, under a pile of
tarpaulins.
He had pulled them out, and put on the mask. Now, he stood
contemplating the little girl. He had half an hour to rape her.
She was young, and he wondered if she would have time to
recuperate and get back to her classes before she was missed.
There was also the problem of her being younger, and that was
a serious consideration.
Instead of putting the cloak on, he crept up behind the
little girl. He smiled. She was sitting on some sail masts, her
legs parted, one elbow resting on one knee, her chin in her hand,
her other hand rubbing between her legs.
He threw the cloak over the little girl's head, and picked
her up. Behind the cloak he heard her muffled yell of surprise.
He held her light body under one arm easily and looked around the
boathouse, looking for a place to fuck her.
He felt like a preying lion. He felt as if his cock were a
foot long. It throbbed violently in his pants.
Then he spied the ideal spot. In one corner of the boathouse
was an up-ended boat. The slanted sides would be ideal. He
didn't think he could stick his cock all the way into the little
girl's cunt without hurting her.
He didn't want to hurt her. He merely wanted to cop her
cherry, and that's all the little girl wanted.
After that, if she made it with the younger boys, their
smaller cocks wouldn't harm her.
He pressed her against the side of the boat, leaning her
backward. She was strangely silent.
Mum was the word.
He snaked his hand up between her thighs.
Every sense trembled on the fine edge of keenness, the
keenness of a preying animal. He was taking an awful chance,
raping a girl in the boathouse, but the very idea of taking the
chance excited him even more.
Behind the cloak, he heard a muffled moan from the girl, as
he caressed her pussy through her little panties. He grinned
again, lewdly, as the girl spread her legs wider.
Clever little Susan knew which side her bread was buttered
on, obviously! Roughly, he pulled her pants off, and again
brought his hand up between her legs.
He gasped. Her pussy was absolutely bare. He lifted her
skirt up over her waist, and stared down at the plump little muff,
and the little cleft which ran along it.
Her pink pussy meat pouted from between the bare flesh.
Keeping his eyes on the plump little mound of flesh, he pulled
down his zipper and took his cock out.
He was breathing harshly. He had never been this excited,
not even when he fondled his own desired daughters on his knee,
and felt their little buns rubbing against his hard-on!
She was still a child, a little girl, and yet he was about to
fuck her. He trembled with the restraint which he imposed upon
himself. He could very easily hurt her. In the case of this
little girl, just trembling on the verge of development, actual
physical damage was a definite consideration.
He rubbed his cock between her little cleft, and heard her
moan, her voice muffled in the heavy folds of the cape. Her body
trembled.
He pushed his cock through the wet, swollen folds of her
pussy, and probed around with his cock head, looking for her tiny
little hole. He finally found it. It was soggy wet, and very
hot.
He pressed inward slowly, and gasped as the pressure of his
turgid cock increased. His blood hammered violently in his
preying manhood, as he pushed in, feeling her incredibly tight
little pussy give way before his raging strength.
Susan, behind the cloak, moaned.
She had been startled, when she felt the dark cloth cover her
face, and the upper part of her body. She thought that one of the
boys, who perpetually teased her anyway, had sneaked up behind her
and was playing a joke.
It wasn't until she felt herself lifted in powerful arms that
the clever little girl realized that she was being lifted by a
grown man. And her hot eager mind came to only one conclusion.
The rapist!
Her pussy creamed even more than it had when she had
stimulated herself with her hand a moment before. It wasn't that
she really hoped the rapist would come to the boathouse. There
was no logical reason why he should.
But the talk of the girls had turned her on furiously, and
long before Sarah had finished telling her story, little Susan had
to frig herself, something she did with increasing frequency. She
had stayed behind because she knew at this hour that the ladies'
room would be full of chattering little girls, and there would be
no privacy.
She wanted to frig herself to an orgasm.
Now she didn't have to. She felt herself leaning against the
hard side of something. The man's hand against her pussy had only
aroused her more.
She closed her eyes, and did everything she could to keep
still. She didn't want to put her attacker off.
There was one thing that made her nervous. She knew her
pussy was hairless, whereas all the other girls in her class had a
fine covering of down. Some of them already had thick bushes.
She was afraid the man would find it disgusting. But when he
pulled her pants off, instead of letting her go, she felt his hot,
sweating palm against her bare muff, and she felt her pussy fluids
gush hotly from her little tiny hole.
That was the second thing that made her nervous. Sarah and
Molly were much better developed than she, and they had told her
the man's cock was enormous. Susan wondered what it would do to
her cunt. It could very well rip her in two, she thought, since
she hadn't even started to have her period.
She felt the man's hard flesh rubbing hotly against her
swollen pussy lips, and she almost fainted with the hot pleasure
which inundated her. Her breathing became labored and harsh, as
he continued to rub up and down over her pussy lips.
She held her breath when she felt him press inward, felt his
cock probing, felt his cock head press against her tiny little
hole. She started to cream even more.
She felt him push inward, and she gasped. For one brief
moment, she stiffened.
She had never felt such a phenomenal pressure in her little
cunt before and it startled her. She got slightly scared, afraid
that she had bit off more than she could have chewed.
But the man's cock kept pushing inward. For the first time
in her life she felt her pussy walls spread wide before a man's
raging hard-on. The sensation in her built, and as she got used
to it, it became wonderful for her too.
She started to relax. The more the man buried his cock in
her cunt, the more she creamed and the more violently she trembled
with hot carnal pleasure.
Then she felt the man hit that barrier she wanted to get rid
of. Again she held her breath. They had said it would hurt, and
she stiffened.
But the man didn't just bust right through it. He pulled
out, and began to move back and forth, with soft shallow strokes.
Little Susan closed her lovely brown eyes and surrendered to
the hot ecstasy of feeling a man move in her. The more he pumped
his cock back and forth, the more pleasure she got.
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.
"Guess what?"
"What?" Debrah said, smiling at the adorable child.
"I got raped. He came to the boathouse."
"Oh, no, you didn't!" Donna exclaimed. "You're just making
it up."
"No, sir!" Susan said, shaking her head vigorously.
"You just want to get fucked so bad that you think it
happened," Debrah said with disbelief.
"You come to the ladies' room and I'll show you!" the girl
retorted.
Debrah and Donna looked at each other, and followed the
little Susan to the ladies' room. There was no one in there, and
they locked the door.
Susan showed them her blood-stained panties, with the larger
stain of man come mixed with pussy juices. Debrah and Donna were
pretty sure that she was telling the truth.
Debrah shivered.
"You mean he's right on this campus, stalking us!" she
gasped, her voice an excited whisper.
"Oh, I can't wait," Donna exclaimed. "I want to be raped so
bad."
She turned to little Susan.
"He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"Oh, no!" Susan gasped, her eyes glowing, her face flushed.
"It was wonderful, and I came like I've never come before! It was
different," she said, frowning a little.
"Yeah, I guess she got fucked," Debrah said.
The three of them walked arm in arm to their next class,
which was history. Debrah passed a note to Molly at the other end
of the room, telling the little girl about Susan's rape.
After the classes were over, Hill went to the faculty lounge
to check on possible extra scheduling for the following day, and
also to see if there were any messages for him.
The math professor came up to him.
"There's something afoot in this school," Don said, his eyes
twinkling with interest and good humor.
"Oh?" Hill looked at him with interest.
"You mean you haven't sensed it? That undercurrent among our
little girls?"
Hill laughed.
"Oh, yes, that little ripple of excitement among them? I
have caught it. What's afoot, do you know?"
Don shook his head.
"Beats me. But I never heard so much buzzing, and I never
saw girls go off into so many corners and confer so earnestly
about something. I suspect that they're up to some mass prank."
"I don't think they'd pull something like that," Hill said,
seriously. "A few of them might get together and do something
wild, but not the whole junior high school, though a current of
excitement seems to be epidemic among all of them."
"I wouldn't put it past them. They've been known to do it
before."
Hill looked at Don with interest.
"About four years ago, before your time, of course, the whole
junior high school got together. They stole a key to the main
doors from the headmaster's office, and sneaked in here one Friday
night. The little buggers worked until curfew and then came in
again on Saturday. They totally re-arranged every single room.
"The chemistry lab wound up in the history room, the English
room wound up in the library, and the library wound up in the
chemistry room. The little bitches did it in two days.
"It took the school faculty a solid week to, get everything
back in its proper place."
Hill laughed uproariously.
"So you think they have another plot like that going?"
"I can't think of any other reason for this suppressed
excitement. They're positively feverish with it. I've alerted
the headmaster. He's keeping his eye open, as well as the
faculty. Do the same, will you, and if you he what they're up to,
let us know."
"What will happen to them, if they're caught?" asked Hill.
"Well, whatever they plan, it won't be too bad. This isn't
one of your congested urban schools. At best the ringleaders, if
we ever lay our hands on them, will probably get a week's
detention, however none of us wants to do overtime, so we'd rather
forestall whatever is in their beady little bright minds, than pay
for the good laugh we probably will get by working late into the
night to correct it."
Hill knew there was no plot afoot for anything. He was aware
that Molly, Sarah, Susan, and their little clique were spreading
the rumor about the ideal way to get their cherries popped, and
the girls were wistfully wandering off, willfully making
themselves prey to the raging, lawless lust of his cock.
And all because of his own daughters, who were wishing
ardently that the same fate would befall them!
Again his cock lurched to life. Even though he had just had
one of his more satisfying rapes, he wanted more, wanted his own
children. He went home to seek refuge in his wife's cunt.
He knew it would not be enough!
Chapter 6
When Hill got home, there was a note on the kitchen table.
His wife had gone shopping.
The note also reminded him that they had Molly Carpenter for
a weekend guest.
Helen promised to be home as soon as possible.
Hill winced, and hiked at his pants. His constant, raging
hard-on was getting on his nerves.
It seemed that even cherry-popping wasn't good enough.
Nothing would do for Hill but to have his own daughters.
But how would they react to such a heinous act--a father
taking his own daughters, deflowering them!
The thought appalled him, whereas his raping the three girls
had not appalled him, at least not after he discovered the effects
of his rape on Molly.
He had gone to the boat house after school, and folded up the
cloak, and put it in his briefcase.
Restless, and driven by his insatiable cock, he left the
house, taking his pipe with him, and walked into the woods. He
circled the lake almost completely before looking at his watch,
and determining to go back to the house.
The three girls wouldn't be at the house before five, since
they were going to stop off at Molly's house for cookies and milk,
and to say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter before the couple
left to visit Harold's brother.
He didn't want to go home to the empty house, and he was
pretty sure that Helen wouldn't be home till much later. On the
way he passed the Blake farm. On the edge of the property, near
the lake, was a huge red barn, used to store hay and horses.
Hill walked along the back of the barn, and as he passed it,
he heard loud voices coming from the barn itself.
Curious, he walked up behind it and peered through some of
the weather-beaten boards of the walls, which had big gaps in
them.
He saw a caucus of sorts, among several of the boys of the
neighborhood.
There were Irving Cohen, John Brown, Susan's brother, Norman
Sanders, who came from a family of eight boys, and Paul Lewis,
Anita's brother.
They didn't look very happy.
Hill listened for awhile. The boys were being quiet for a
moment, mulling over their thoughts.
"Well, listen," John said, "we must be doing something
wrong."
"Yeah!" Norman responded. "We used to have to beat them
away. Now none of them wants to have Cokes with us or even
pizzas!"
"And there's a big dance next Friday night, and not one of us
has a date. Why?" Irving wailed. Irving was younger than the
other three boys, but he was a tag-along, and was usually accepted
with a good-natured tolerance.
"I don't know," Norman said.
"I asked my sister," Paul Lewis said thoughtfully, "and you
know what she said?"
Hill smiled as he heard the irate boy's voice crack as he
expressed his indignation. "She said 'who needs little boys? We
have better things to think about'!"
"Well, what does that mean?" asked Norman, frowning in
puzzlement. "I know the upperclassmen aren't going out with
them."
"They're not supposed to anyway!" Irving retorted with some
disgust in his voice. "It isn't etiquette."
"Will you pipe down for a minute, Irving?" John said,
grinning at the peevish little boy.
"Yeah, you don't even date, yet!" Norman added.
"I do so!" Irving said, his young male pride wounded to the
quick.
"Oh, yeah? Who do you date?" Paul challenged.
"I'm not telling who my dates are. I'm not a blabbermouth
like you guys!"
"You're full of shit, Irving," John laughed.
"You know what worries me more than anything?" Paul said.
"Those girls are all getting to the age where we could, well, you
know ... "
"Fuck them!" Norman said.
"Yeah!" Paul continued. "And I don't know about you guys,
but I've been begged so often to pop cherries that I couldn't wait
to get under their pants, but now the girls don't want to have
anything at all to do with us!"
"Maybe they all turned lesbian," Norman said.
"Oh, bullshit! But something's happened to turn them off us.
What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, Paul," John said thoughtfully, chewing on a
piece of straw.
Outside the barn, Hill laughed, as he learned of one of the
consequences of his perverted course of conduct. The boys were
suffering from lack of dates.
Hill knew why. The girls were out cruising, just waiting for
him to strike. The boys had been gentlemen at their own cost, and
now they were suffering, while the girls waited with fevered
longing for the fateful moment, when he would come up behind them
in his mask, and take their cherries from them.
In a way, Hill felt sorry for them, but they were clever
boys. If Hill knew them, they would come up with a solution, and
he leaned against the barn wall, waiting.
"You know what I think?" Paul said. "I think we said no just
once too often, and now the girls are getting their meat somewhere
else."
"But where?" Norman exclaimed. "They stick around town. We
know the upperclassmen aren't dating them. Where are they getting
it?"
"Well, where do most of them disappear to after school?" Paul
asked. "Maybe they have a secret club house somewhere."
"No, that doesn't make sense, because if you wander around
town, you find them in various places."
"And they're never in big groups, either," Norman said.
"When was the last time any of us saw them at the pizza parlor?"
"Yeah!" Irving said. "It's like a plague, only worse. The
disappearing women."
"Hey, what's that?" Paul said suddenly.
Hill, peering through the gaps in the heavy boards saw the
four boys stand up. They looked at each other, and then they
looked at one of the lofts in the barn.
"Marcie Blake, you come out of there!" Norman bellowed.
Hill's cock lurched to tumescence as Marcie stood up. She
was in the same class as the rest of the girls, a little aloof
from them, but fairly well liked, and certainly respected.
"What do you mean asking me what I'm doing here. It's my
barn, not yours," the defiant, laughing girl said. Her copper-
colored hair gleamed in the dim light of the barn. She was
wearing jeans, and her legs were spread slightly apart. Her hands
were on her slender hips.
"You're spying!" Paul barked at her. "You know we use the
barn to have meetings, and you just came in here to eavesdrop."
Marcie was respected, because she was a scrapper. She had a
keen, down-to-earth native intelligence and a capacity for using
it effectively, indeed, far beyond her years.
And she could take on any boy in school, and usually win.
The only boy who ever beat her, knocked her out by hitting her
over the head with a baseball bat, a fact which was constantly
brought to his attention as having been rather unsportsmanlike.
The four boys may have been angry, but they weren't about to
challenge Marcie too severely.
Marcie didn't feel the same way.
"I'm going to tell all the girls what you said," she
challenged.
"You're a bitch, you know that, Marcie?"
"Yeah!" Irving piped up.
"So what? Names aren't going to hurt me, and you can't stop
me."
"Oh, yeah?" Norman said, stepping forward with a threatening
gesture.
Hill's eyes glowed in the growing twilight, as he saw the
fiery tempered Marcie pick up a pitch fork and aim it at the boys.
They scattered fast, including Norman. No one would ever put
anything past the irrepressible Marcie.
"Well, why won't you go out with us?" Paul asked.
"Because you're stupid little boys, and you don't appreciate
us women!" Marcie said, looking for all the world at that moment
like Susan B. Anthony or Carrie Nation--only prettier.
"Now you get out of my barn."
The boys grumbled, but Marcie was holding the pitch fork
erect, aimed right at them, and she kept it aimed at them, until
they had slipped out of the barn.
Hill heard them trudging away muttering complaints to each
other about there being no place to go.
"Let's go to my den and finish this conversation," John
suggested. The sound of the footsteps soon faded away, and Hill
turned his attention to the lovely strawberry blonde in the
hayloft.
She put down the pitchfork, and jumped down from the loft
into a big pile of hay, and lay there for a moment.
Hill hadn't brought his costume with him, but he didn't think
it mattered. He pulled a large white handkerchief out of his
pocket.
Very slowly, he crept toward the partially open door in the
back of the barn.
His heart beat like a trip hammer in his chest, as he slowly
approached the bright-haired little girl. She was lying in the
hay.
As Hill watched, her soft little hands came up to caress her
burgeoning tits. Hill knew what she wanted, what all the little
girls at Sylvan Hills Ladies' Seminary wanted, and he intended to
give it to her, in spades.
He hoped she would put up a fight. He wanted to subdue her.
She was easily the most obstreperous little girl in his class, and
at the same time she was infuriatingly endearing.
The terms were not contradictory in Hill's mind. Any girl
who could be that bold and that independent, and disarm anger was
infuriating to any adult.
He crept up behind her. She was murmuring to herself.
"Oh, darling, fuck me, please, fuck me. Stick your great big
cock ...!"
Hill rushed her, and had the handkerchief over her eyes and
tied behind her head before the little girl could raise her hands
to undo the knot.
Then he grabbed both her wrists and held them over her head.
The girl reared up, and started to yelp in a high-pitched
voice.
Hill was pretty sure she couldn't be heard, but he didn't
want to take any chances.
"Shut up!" he ordered.
"No!"
Hill gripped both her slender wrists with one hand, marveling
at the strength in her small, slender body, aroused by it, and
with his other hand, he covered her mouth harshly.
Looking quickly around the barn he saw, what he was looking
for--a leather harness.
He quickly reached for it, dragging the girl's kicking
struggling body with him, and secured her arms behind her back.
"Ouch!" he gasped, as her small little teeth found the flesh
in the heel of his hand.
She bit down hard. Hill yanked his hand away, and then
clapped it back on her mouth before she had a chance to utter the
scream that had welled up in her throat.
It wasn't that Marcie was not interested in the rapist. She
had heard all about him, and was dying for him to find her.
She hadn't expected to find him in her own barn, and she had
bragged that she was going to subdue him and then seduce him into
revealing who he was. She hadn't counted on his strength, and his
determination to subdue her!
And Hill for all his easy-going ways, was not a man who took
no for an answer!
He roughly swung the little girl around, and pulled his hand
off her mouth, quickly replacing his hand with his own mouth which
covered hers.
He pulled her tightly into his arms, pressing her young muff
against his raging loins. He heard Marcie moan against his mouth,
as he kissed her long and deeply, prying the tip of his tongue
into her hot oral cavity.
He realized that he was taking a risk, but he was willing to
take it. She could easily have bitten his tongue as she had
bitten his hand. He suspected, however, and correctly, that the
feel of his man's tongue in her mouth would melt her last
resistance.
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.
Again the man slipped partially off her body, and his hands
moved up and down with infinite gentleness over her quivering hot
skin. Her mouth became dry with desire. She wanted to beg him to
take her, but she didn't want to break the dreamlike spell she
felt she was under.
She felt the man's finger move into her twat again, felt him
rubbing up and down over the sticky-wet, swollen flesh, felt his
finger pry into her tight virginal hole.
Marcie arched upward, driving the man's finger deep into her
hole. She heard the man's low-pitched chuckle, and she shivered.
The sound of his humor was like a palpable caress against her
burning ears.
He continued to tease her, his hands running down the soft
inner part of her wide open thighs.
Marcie wanted to scream. He kept caressing her thighs, until
she ached with desire, and her flesh twitched.
The man ran his hand up and down her inner thigh, just barely
missing her little ardent muff. Inside her cunt, the tingling
memory of his finger lingered. Her juices flowed heavily out of
her, and trickled down her ass crack.
Hill chuckled again. He had the little girl totally,
absolutely in his power. She was his slave.
He heard her sobbing breath as it issued from her lust-
constricted throat.
Marcie felt her cunt become mushy with the heavy liquids of
her desire. They rolled down her tight little tunnel in unceasing
waves.
She whimpered as the desire increased until she felt a
burning pain in the pit of her belly.
Then the man rolled over on top of her again, his cock this
time positioned at the tip of her throbbing cunt.
Marcie didn't wait for him to thrust. Her hips arched upward
wildly, and she impaled her body on his thick bulbous cock head.
Her snatch had become like a sucking mouth. She felt her rippling
cuntal walls sucking on the huge intruder. She almost came right
then and there.
The man's hands worked under the small of her back, and she
felt her hips being lifted up, cradled in the man's two big,
powerful hands. Then his cock started to slither wetly into her
cunt.
She felt as if his cock were on fire, and the heat only added
to the heat in her wanting womanhood.
She whimpered and her head tossed back and forth on the
straw, as the massive rod of flesh pierced her womanhood.
Hill could tell as he worked his cock into her tight,
virginal cunt, that she was already on the verge of coming. That
aroused him even more. He intended to make her come twice.
His cock head butted against the thin membrane of her hymen,
and instead of breaking it, he started to do what he had done with
little Susan. He thrust in and out of her with quick shallow
motions, feeling her cuntal muscles rippling with more and more
intensity around his cock.
"Ahhh! Ohhh!" Marcie squealed. He gripped her buttocks
tighter, feeling the rippling muscles contract and relax, as the
girl's hips went out of her rational control, and she gave vent to
the first orgasm she had ever had with a man's cock planted in the
teeming wet meadow of her twat.
He kept thrusting furiously until her orgasm peaked, and then
at the height of her ecstatic delirium, he thrust inward, ripping
her hymen away from the wall of her cunt.
She was so lost in the intense flood of pleasure that she
barely felt it. Instead, her body stiffened at the height of her
ecstasy, and then relaxed as she started to come down.
She was almost surprised, when, coming out of the lusty fog
which had engulfed her, she felt the man's cock planted balls-deep
in her cunt. She could feel his wiry pubic hairs tickling her
clitoris, could feel his hairy balls pressed against her quivering
ass cheeks.
She moaned, and circled her hips around and around, feeling
the hard, hot, throbbing shaft moving against her delicate,
sensitive pussy walls.
Almost immediately, she began another climb upward into the
hot void of orgasm.
This time, the man's cock moved with deep, swift, sure
strokes in and out of her cunt. His fingers kneaded her ass
cheeks as she humped upward onto the man's cock, moaning almost
continuously with the hot bliss of his pumping rod.
Marcie felt as if she were all cunt, as Hill's powerful cock
thrust in and out of her, driving the fires higher and higher.
Marcie surrendered to the man's huge prod, as another orgasm
started to ripple through her body.
It started deep in her cunt, and flowed outward, until her
whole body started to convulse.
She felt lost as her body became spastic with involuntary
shudders of ecstasy.
She wanted the man's cock in her forever. She knew that
would be impossible, but Marcie never skimped on anything. The
man's cock, plowing in and out of her wild pussy was driving her
to the utter height of pleasure, and she was lost in that
pleasure, as if she were in a tropical jungle.
She felt goose bumps form on her skin, as the orgasm rose in
her, until her cuntal muscles started to grip tightly and
rhythmically around his massive cock.
His cock kept slipping in and out of her tight tunnel like a
hot knife through butter, and the pleasure kept building and
building, until Marcie's ears were ringing, and her head felt
light.
Her orgasm peaked sharply, just as the man started to spew
his heavy load of come juice into her tight, hot little twat.
She let out a strangled scream, and then fainted, but even in
her light state of unconsciousness, she felt the man's cock, felt
the wild wet ripples of her ultimate pleasure course through her
body.
Her orgasm faded away, and so did the last vestige of her
consciousness. When she awoke, she was lying, naked and alone and
unbound on the hay.
She kept wondering who that man was. She had never felt so
wonderful in her life, never felt so hot and willing.
It was as if the man had turned on a switch, which would
never be turned off again, and in a way Marcie's estimation was
correct. She would probably never again do without cock without
some anguish of soul and body.
Marcie moved her hand between her legs, and rubbed her pussy
flesh. She closed her eyes, re-living every beautiful moment she
had just had.
In the distance, she heard the dinner bell from the farm
house.
Almost dreamily, she got up and put her clothes on, and then
left the barn. She realized when she saw the plate of food in
front of her that she was starving.
Her pussy creamed all through supper.
Chapter 7
The weekend was as bad as Hill expected it to be. It wasn't
that he wasn't an attentive, good host. But the sight and smell
of so much young female flesh, one of whom he had deflowered, and
two of whom he would have liked to have planted his cock in, was
too much for him. By Sunday morning, he was almost beside
himself, and escaped right after the brunch to go out to the
woods.
He didn't expect to find anyone, nor had he gone out into the
woods to prey on young virgin flesh. He genuinely wanted to get
away from the temptations of the flesh which beset him in his own
home.
Anita had got up very early, before the church bells had
begun to chime their Sunday morning song. She had dressed very
lightly in jeans and a sweater, with no underwear, and gone down
to the lake.
She was feeling bereft, left out. Molly had got it, Sarah
had got it, even little Susan had got it, and the night before,
Marcie had called her to tell her that the rapist had actually
fucked her in her own barn.
Anita shivered in the early morning chill. The sun was
already up and blazing down on the countryside. But the mist
still remained, as if it, too were in a lazy Sunday morning mood.
She sat down on the damp grass feeling the coolness of it
spread through her jeans into her quivering hot ass. Most people
didn't stir till it was time to go to church, which was noontime.
The little community dearly loved to sleep late on Sunday,
and therefore the minister had geared his church services to their
Sunday comfort.
Anita was so caught up in her thinking, that she didn't hear
the footsteps behind her crashing through the autumn woods, didn't
hear them pause as the tall silent figure came upon her slender
lush figure curled up like a little Buddha against a tree.
Hill saw her figure, and smiled. His cock became turgid, as
he watched her long slender back, which indented at the waist, and
then swelled out into firm, slender hips.
He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, and strode
swiftly up behind her.
He was getting less and less resistance, as more and more
girls learned of him, and waited for him to strike.
Instead of screaming or struggling, all he heard from the
adorable little girl, was "Yes, yes, oh yess!"
He pulled the blindfold tight over her eyes. She trembled
against his body which he had pressed into her back, and made no
move at all. He picked her up in his arms, his cock powerfully
pounding in his pants, and carried her into the woods.
Anita was gasping with desire. He remembered that she had
been given first option for the lake, but other little teenaged
asses had come between him and her.
He laid her down on a thick bed of moss beneath a tree. She
lay perfectly still, almost afraid to move, breathing heavily as
Hill quickly undressed her. He loved their little budding bodies,
their tiny little tits, their slight hint of waistline, and their
almost bare twats.
Anita's pussy was lightly covered with a fiery bush of red
pubic hair.
Breathing heavily, secure in his hiding place, Hill threw off
his own clothes never taking his eyes from the totally acquiescent
girl under him. He pressed his weight down on her and Anita
gasped with pleasure as she felt his warm skin against hers, felt
his throbbing, massive cock pressed into her belly.
She felt the throbbing of the hard organ, and she started to
hump her hips upward, gently, feeling her pussy make wet, ticklish
contact with his wiry pubic hairs.
She threw her arms around his neck, not even minding the
blindfold.
She would have done almost anything in the world for him, to
have this one moment that she had waited for so long.
Her pussy creamed heavily, and she began to writhe under his
hot heavy body. She felt his hands move under her head, and he
brought her face up to his. Then she felt his hot breath on her
mouth, felt his tongue snake out and tease her moist, trembling
lips.
Anita almost held her breath.
She felt her pussy juices start to flow heavily out of her
cunt. She gasped when she felt the man's cock pressing at the
entrance to her fuck hole.
She couldn't wait to feel his long hard shaft plowing into
her. Hill's hands moved up and down the sides of her body. He
cupped her soft little breasts, feeling the nipples pucker under
his seductive palm.
"Ohhh!" Anita gasped as the man thrust into her slowly, his
cock moving in in little stages, letting Anita get used to the
big, thick prick.
Her whole body went tense with excitement. She felt as if
her body were getting out of her control, as the man's cock pushed
inward, stretching her tight cunt wide, and wider.
She instinctively spread her thighs wide, and brought her
knees up. The gesture drove the man's cock head into her cunt.
She gasped and was still for a moment, getting used to the
fantastic pressure of having her cunt stuffed for the very first
time.
It felt wonderful. She began to breathe again, and her body
relaxed, and the man drove his cunt further and further into her
silken-soft tunnel of love. Anita moaned softly.
"Shh!" the man commanded, putting a hand on her mouth. Anita
tried to be quiet, aware that any noise could alert any passerby
to what they were doing. Anita wanted her fuck, wanted her cherry
popped, wanted to feel the man's hot hard meat driving deeply into
her teeming twat.
Her nostrils flared with excitement.
She felt the man's mouth on her mouth again, his tongue
stuffing her small mouth, flicking around her tongue, and then
teasing the roof of her mouth. His cock continued to slither
inward, pressing her greased hot walls outward, filling her with
wild sensations of pleasure.
She felt the man's cock press against her hymen. For a
moment, she stiffened again, and her face screwed up, as she
prepared for the pain she expected. The man's arms went around
her body, pressing her tightly into his throbbing chest, and he
thrust inward.
Anita squealed against his mouth, as the fleeting pain filled
her and then disappeared leaving behind only the hot hard pleasure
of his cock ramming straight through to what felt like the back of
Anita's spine.
Then he started to move in her, his cock pulling out until
only his cock head was impaling her body, only to thrust inward
again.
His hot heavy movements caused her cunt to ripple. She felt
her thighs tremble, felt her pussy meat, already very swollen with
desire, mashed against the man's hairy groin as he slammed into
her.
She felt her pussy juices flowing down over the man's cock,
and spewing out of her tightly filled hole.
Anita was in heaven. She had sat at the edge of the misty
lake, knowing she shouldn't be in such an isolated place, feeling
guilty for the wild desire which had coursed through her, and
knowing that she wanted it more than anything in the world.
The voice of her conscience was a small, still voice indeed,
as she gave heed to her overheated cunt, and wished that it was
filled with man meat.
Now she was locked in the heavy hot embrace of a rapist. All
the terror stories she had heard came back to her. They were
stories that the girls told each other at night, never expecting
to come across the fact of rape themselves, but the rapists in
this community, and Anita had a feeling that this was the only one
who had ever showed up here, were as gentle as the tenor of the
life itself, just as slow and easy.
She heard the guttural grunting and breathing of the man.
She felt her cuntal walls give way before the fleshy onslaught of
the man's pecker, felt her whole body tremble with the delirium
which filled her.
She threw her legs up in the air, as the passion and the
pleasure built, and wrapped her legs around the man's undulating
waist.
He was all wet and sweaty with his own desire, and his body
felt glued to Anita's wet body.
She had waited so long for this, wanted it so intensely that
it had been agony, and as each new girl had been picked off, she
had felt more and more left out.
Now she belonged again. Her cunt was being reamed out by a
big, thick cock. She wondered if the man were black, if he lived
in the woods, and lurked around, waiting for little girls to be
alone.
But no, she thought. Susan had got hers in the boat house,
and surely if there were a black man in the community, someone
would have noticed him. That was one of Anita's favorite
fantasies when she was frigging herself.
And since she was blindfolded, there was no reason for her
fantasy not to have full play.
She swiveled her hips upward onto the hairy base of the man's
cock, savoring the wonderful feeling of his wiry pubic hairs as
they brushed over her wet sticky pussy flesh.
She moaned, and the writhing of her body became more and more
convulsive.
Hill closed his eyes, and savored the tight fit of her
freshly-opened cunt. He felt enormous power in his prick, felt as
if he could fuck the world.
He loved deflowering cherries.
He closed his eyes, and again the vision of his own daughters
came to him. As he felt their impact in his imagination, so his
cock responded to it. He felt his hips pumping harder and faster,
with more and more desire into the hot sweet wet snatch of the
little girl.
He felt her tiny tits rubbing against his powerful chest. He
wasn't fucking Anita. He was fucking Debrah, and then Donna.
They were so much alike, but they were easily distinguishable to
their parents.
Beneath his body, it was not Anita's tits that rubbed
lustfully against his sweating chest. It was Debrah's chest.
And it was Donna's sweet cunt which he was dipping his wick
into. He could feel the sweet, thick honey of Anita's desire
flowing downward, greasing his cock. He moved it in and out of
her pussy faster and faster as his passion rose, wanting to feel
her come beneath him, wanting to feel his daughters surrender to
his hot, evil lust.
His breathing got heavier. It rasped harshly in his lust-
constricted throat. His buttocks rose and fell lustfully driving
his cock deeper and deeper into the little girl's ardent cunt.
Her lovely legs wrapped around his waist only added fuel to
the wild fire which had possessed his loins.
As he fucked Anita faster and faster, he thought more and
more intensely of his daughters. He had to have them! Had to dip
His wick deeply into their little honey pots!
He fucked Anita more and more furiously. He felt the girl
stiffen and then tremble under his hard-humping body. He pressed
his mouth tightly to hers, to prevent the rutting noises from
getting too loud, as the little girl started to come.
She writhed wildly, furiously under his hard-humping body.
He started to groan into her mouth, and his deep-throated
groan was counterpointed by the high-pitched squeal of Anita, as
she started to come violently.
Her climax peaked, and her body writhed wildly.
Hill felt her cuntal muscles gripping at his cock, felt her
almost sucking the juices out of his balls.
His balls slapped wetly against her writhing ass, as they
contracted, and spewed up their heavy load of scum.
He started to spew his heavy load into her. He felt as if he
were dipping his wick into a boiling cauldron, so hot did Anita
become. Their saliva mingled in the wild, prolonged kiss that
glued their mouths together.
Hill's humping motions rocked Anita's body back and forth, as
he slammed into her furiously, thinking the whole while that it
was his daughters' cunts he was ramming into.
His balls spewed up wad after wad of hot, steaming jizz, deep
into Anita's cunt, and then his body collapsed heavily on top of
her quivering one.
She suddenly felt so frail beneath his heavy, adult body. He
felt a great surge of tenderness ripple through him. His cock
still throbbed, still unsatiated in her quivering quim.
He caressed her shiny red hair for awhile. She was quite
still, her face flushed with the passion she had just experienced.
He pulled his blood-stained cock out of the little girl's cunt and
looked at her carefully.
She was lost in post-coital bliss. A faint smile flickered
across her face. Hill swiftly put his clothes on, and left her.
Anita roused herself after awhile, coming-to enough to
recognize that the man was gone. She removed the blindfold and
put on her own clothes with trembling fingers.
She wondered if she sat where she was, for the rest of the
day, if he would come back. She felt absolutely marvelous!
She sat where she was for awhile, savoring the warm tingling
feelings in her cunt. The warm fabulous sensations did not go
away. It stayed as she got up and walked through the quiet Sunday
streets. She felt slightly unhinged.
She went into her house, and was met by her brother Paul.
"Oh, Paul," she said, sensing another discussion along the
order of the one they'd been having for a week. "Go away! I
don't want to talk to you now."
"But you gotta! Even Marcie's mad at me, and I thought we
were going steady."
"I don't care," Anita said, heading toward the staircase, to
go to her room. She wanted to masturbate.
"But I do!" Paul said, grabbing his sister's arm.
"Let me go. I don't want to talk to you!" Anita squealed.
"Children!" they heard from their parents' bedroom. Their
mother and father liked to lie in bed till late, reading the
Sunday papers together.
"No!" Paul whispered. "I won't let you go until you tell me
what's happening. How come all you girls couldn't get enough of
us, and now you avoid us like the plague?"
"Ma! Dad! Paul is picking on me! He's squeezing my arm!"
Mr. Lewis, a portly, dignified-looking man appeared suddenly
at the head of the stairs. He pulled his glasses off, and looked
sternly down at his son.
"What is the meaning of this, son? A gentleman never molests
a lady."
"I want her to answer a question for me!"
"I answered it already!"
"No you didn't!" Paul screamed. "How come Marcie won't go to
the dance with me?"
"Ask Marcie!" Anita spat, pulling away from her brother's
arm. She stormed up the stairs and into her father's arms.
"Young man, that's all the answer you need. If you have a
problem, you go to Marcie with it."
"But it's a conspiracy!"
Anita clucked her tongue in annoyance.
"You're silly, Paul," she said mildly. "There is no
conspiracy at all against the boys at Willow Hill. You're just
all such babies."
"Why are we babies?" Paul retorted.
"You hang out together, and you titter when the girls pass by
on the street or in the corridors, instead of just plain saying
hello. And all of us have always had to ask you for--for dates,"
Anita said, faltering on the real word, of which Paul was aware.
"Who needs it? That's kid's stuff."
"Humph! I've been trying to tell him that for two years now,
Anita," her father said approvingly. He looked down at his son,
over the eyeglasses which he had replaced.
There was a twinkle of hearty amusement in his eyes.
"Faint heart ne'er won fair lady, son."
The glint in Paul's eye was absolutely searing. He clenched
his fist, looking up at his sister, cuddled in her father's arms,
smiling smugly down at him, and then at his father with that
bemused twinkle in his scholarly eyes.
"Argggh!" the young man growled. He turned on his heel, and
rushed out of the house. Through the lovely cut-glass fan light
which surrounded the mahogany door, Anita and her father watched
him storming in the direction of Marcie's farm.
"Well, there's one young lady I suspect is going to be bowled
over!"
Anita giggled, and reached up to kiss her father's stubbly
cheek.
"You're wonderful, Daddy."
"I hope your young beau sees the light soon, too!" Mr. Lewis
said, hugging his daughter, and heading back toward the peace and
quiet of his bedroom, and his wife. He turned at the door.
"I like that young boy, Jack, ehh?"
"John, Daddy. He doesn't like to be called Jack." Anita
blushed.
Paul stormed along the quiet Sunday road. In a meadow just
before he came to the large spread of the Blake farm, he saw a
group of Sunday school children picking flowers.
He walked up to the large red farmhouse, and knocked loudly
on the front door, using the old-fashioned brass knocker, which
was a lion's head with a ring through its nose.
"Yes, dear?" Mrs. Blake said, coming to the door, and looking
at the young man, noting his flushed face.
"I--I wanted to speak to Marcie, ma'am," the boy said.
A faint hint of smile crossed the sweet woman's face. "Just
a moment and I'll call her for you."
Through the opened door, he heard Mrs. Blake calling Marcie.
His heart beat faster when he heard her answer, and then
heard her footsteps coming down the long, oaken floor of the front
entrance.
She saw Paul and she frowned, and made a rush at the door,
her fists clenched at her sides.
"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed.
"Marcie, do be gentle, dear. It never hurts."
Marcie glared at her mother, and then stepped closer to Paul.
Paul felt his cock throbbing in his jeans, and a very evil thought
entered his mind on this quiet Sunday two hours before church
time.
"I want to talk to you now!" he said.
"Well, I don't want to talk to you."
Paul, damming Marcie, damning her mother, who watched
astonished and amused at the same time, stepped into the hallway,
and grabbed Marcie by the wrist, and dragged her through the door
and down the steps.
Marcie swung at Paul with her free arm, but Paul grabbed it
tightly, and just pulled her all the harder.
Her voice was muted in the warm fall air, as he dragged her
across the meadow where the Sunday school children reminded him
that there must be a God, and he hoped He wasn't watching, or if
He were, that Paul would be forgiven for what he was about to do,
and into the warm, sweet-smelling barn.
Even in the barn, Marcie's copper hair glowed as if it had
absorbed some of the rays of the sun.
He walked up to her.
"See here, Marcie, I want you to go to the dance with me!" he
demanded, shaking her roughly by her shoulders.
"I won't if I don't feel like it."
Paul pushed her back into the pile of hay where she had been
so magnificently deflowered only the evening before, and before
Marcie could object, or even struggle much, Paul had pulled off
her jeans, and was struggling with his own jeans. He kept part of
his body on top of the struggling Marcie while she squealed and
thrashed under his body.
His anger added strength to Paul's body. He controlled her
easily as his hand reached down and he pulled out his huge, thick
cock.
He threw his body across Marcie's getting more and more
excited by her struggling under him, feeling a sense of power
ripple through him such as he had never felt before, and he
started to kiss her.
When Marcie bit his lip hard, he merely bit her back. When
Marcie slapped him, he hit her back. He became totally
unscrupulous, but the more unscrupulous he became, it seemed to
him, the more docile Marcie became.
Before long, he had her wrists pinned over her head with one
hand, and with the other, he was fumbling with his raging cock.
He placed it against her quivering hole, and realized that she was
creaming.
He almost bellowed at the thought that he had so aroused her.
But this time, Paul was not in a mood to be a gentleman or to
content himself with a cheap feel. He was going to go all the
way.
And he did. He thrust inward with a strong motion, and felt
his cock slip into her well-greased cunt like a knife plunging
through lard. The sensation against his sensitive cock flesh was
fabulous.
He groaned, and Marcie sighed, and gave up fighting.
"Ohh, Paul ...!"
Paul, thrusting violently into Marcie's cunt, wondered who
the first guy had been, but he didn't care right now. He laid
down the law.
"You're going to the dance with me Friday night, Marcie
Blake, or I'm gonna fuck your eyeballs out!"
"Oh, fuck me, Paul. Fuck me."
Paul's muscular buttocks rose and fell in the air.
"Are you going to the dance with me?" he demanded again, his
hairy groin slamming with almost brutal strength into Marcie's
creaming, ardent, hot cunt.
"Oh, yes, Paul, yes!" she gasped.
Paul brought his mouth down and covered Marcie's. This time,
instead of biting him, she sucked his tongue into her mouth, and
moaned. Her hips began to respond.
She arched upward, slowly at first, swiveling her hips
against Paul's hard-thrusting groin.
Paul forgot that what he was doing was so terrible. It felt
so good, and Marcie was so beautiful, as she writhed and moaned in
his arms, and all Paul could wonder was why in hell he had waited
so long.
Marcie certainly wasn't too young, and she had had some
experience. She didn't even have a cherry, and she appeared to be
a natural at fucking.
Paul felt a tingle of pleasure coursing up his asshole. It
pooled at the nape of his neck, and his hairs, wet with his sweat,
curled with his passion.
He ground his cock heavily into Marcie's creaming cunt,
feeling the silky-soft smoothness of her cuntal walls.
Her wet, sticky muff, that marvel of fleshy bliss, pressed
upward, wetting his hairy groin, matting the hairs, and adding to
the hot sensations which coursed through him.
He was almost glad he had got so angry, and pulled her out of
her house.
Marcie's arms embraced him, and Paul felt her eager hands
moving up and down his back.
He felt her hands move under his loosened waistband, to
caress his rippling ass cheeks.
The hot pleasure grew until his balls churned up their heavy
load. By the time he shot his first wad into her steaming cunt,
her cuntal walls had closed in around his cock, gripping his
manhood greedily, tightly.
They came together, rolling all over the sweet hay, and
moaning their delight into each other's mouth, glued together as
if they were never going to part.
Chapter 8
Hill was almost glad to take Molly home. He thought she was
adorable, but seeing her, the first little girl he had raped, in
the company of the two daughters whom he had wanted more than
Molly, and in place of whom he had raped Molly, drove him to
distraction.
Disciplined and courteous as he was, he never lost his
cheerful demeanor. He played with the children in the afternoon,
after church, and then took them for a long walk to the old
fashioned General Store which rested on the banks of an old canal
on the other side of town.
They came back, hot and tired, sticky with ice cream, and
happy.
The Carpenters called about five, and Helen asked her husband
if it were all right to invite them to a light supper.
"Of course, darling!"
"Oh goodie! We get a couple more hours together," Debrah had
squealed, clapping her hands.
"All of you go up and take tepid showers, and cool off before
supper," Mrs. Ames said.
The three girls went up and could be heard squealing in the
bathroom. Hill laughed, and shook his head.
"Well, at least they won't be begging to stay up for a few
more hours, the way they usually do."
The children actually nodded over supper, which they ate out
on the lawn since Indian summer was still with them.
After supper, Molly went home with her parents.
Helen hugged her husband, after the children voluntarily went
up to bed, and smiled up at him.
"You were wonderful! I always marvel at your patience with
children!"
"It's my profession, remember?" Hill smiled, cupping his
wife's beautiful buns, and pressing her muff into his raging hard-
on.
Helen and Hill were both exhausted, Hill probably more
exhausted emotionally than his wife, because of the emotional
travail through which he had been the last two weeks.
"You go to bed, and I'll check on the children," Hill said to
his wife.
"Okay, dear. Enjoy your pipe."
Hill took his pipe, and like the classic case of the criminal
who has to visit the scene of his first crime, he walked through
the thin fringe of wood surrounding the lake, and came out upon
the sight of the lake, which was always peaceful.
He hadn't bothered to light his pipe, merely holding it
between his teeth. As he came out onto the grassy banks of the
lake, he heard whispering. His ears perked up, and a cold sweat
ran down his back.
He walked in the direction of the voices.
"But what if he doesn't come? Mom and Dad are going to find
out we're not in bed!"
He gasped. There, sitting under a tree in the moonlight,
stood his own two sweet daughters.
"I wish it were Daddy, instead," he heard Debrah say.
"Well, me, too, but it won't happen. I mean, Daddy wouldn't
do something like that, even though we wish he would."
"I wish I could fuck him. Sometimes I feel jealous of Mommy.
She has all the fun."
"No, that's not true. We have fun with him, too."
"But he doesn't fuck us."
He listened to the conversation of his two daughters,
absolutely aghast. If they had aroused him, and filled him with
lust before, they turned him into a raging bull now.
His two daughters were wishing for his cock as much as he
wished for their cunts, and he had to have them!
"Maybe he won't come when there are two of us," Donna
suggested.
Debrah sighed. "Yeah, you're right. Wanna do even-odd?"
"Okay."
The two girls flashed fingers, and Debrah won.
Donna got up reluctantly.
She looked wistfully at her sister.
"Well, good luck," Donna said. "You'll come back and tell me
as soon as it happens, won't you?"
"I sure will. You're a good sport, Donna."
"Well, I'll get my turn. Anita got her turn this morning."
Hill watched Debrah shiver.
"I'm gonna pretend it's Daddy," she said. "I'll just keep my
eyes closed shut, and I won't say a word, and I'll think all the
time, it's Daddy, it's my Daddy making love to me."
"I'm gonna do that, too," Donna said.
Before Donna's footsteps had faded, Hill, with violently
trembling hands had taken off all his clothes. His magnificent
body gleamed like a satyr's in the moonlight. His cock was bigger
than it had ever been. A cool wind rippled over his body, but did
nothing to abate the fever of lust in his body.
He started to approach his daughter, and stopped. She had
stood up, and like a golden goddess of love in the moonlight, was
divesting herself of her clothing. The pain of desire in Hill's
groin became more and more intense, as he watched her.
"Star light, star bright, first star that I see tonight, I
wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight!" he
heard her soft voice sing out. She was nude now, her body
gleaming like polished alabaster in the moonlight, the gold of her
hair glinting in the white light, and the faint fuzz on her muff
throwing off golden glints.
He saw her staring up at the star she was wishing on, and
knew that she would get her wish.
Her dimpled buttocks rippled with her movements, as she sat
down on the grass again, beneath the tree, her body still glowing
in the moonlight.
Hill picked up the scarf which he had worn around his neck,
and walked up silently behind his daughter, and quickly covered
her eyes with it.
Debrah gasped, but she did not struggle.
"Ohh, I've been waiting for you!" she gasped. Hill said
nothing, his breathing harsh, and rasping in his throat. Never in
his life had he felt his loins so inflamed, and for his own flesh
and blood. And never, never could she know that it was her own
father that was doing this to her.
Hill pushed her down onto the grass, and spread her legs
softly, running his hands up and down her soft white flesh. His
raging cock throbbed violently, as he felt her flesh quivering
under his soft caresses. He moved his hands up over her haunches,
carefully avoiding the hairy little mound of delight, teasing her.
"Ohhh!" Debrah moaned. As surely as Hill knew he was
crouched between his daughter's outspread legs, he knew that she
had her eyes closed. He even knew what she was thinking, and her
soft whispered voice confirmed it.
"Daddy, oh, Daddy, take me. I love you so."
Hill, his body trembling wildly, lay down on top of his
daughter's body, feeling her softness, feeling her little nipples
pucker as he rubbed his powerful chest against her soft little
mounds of flesh.
Debrah's legs spread wider. Hill felt her sweet, wet little
muff arch upward, seeking what she had so long desired.
He pressed his hands against the grass on either side of her
body, and positioned himself on his knees, looking down at her
beautiful body. Her little hips writhed upward with complete
abandon. He saw her pink swollen pussy meat gleaming, winking at
him, as he aimed his cock at the entrance to her cunt, and then
thrust inward.
He gritted his teeth against the searing hot flames of
pleasure that were so intense that they were akin to pain,
rippling through him.
His very asshole was on fire as he began to push softly into
his daughter's mushy wet cunt.
He watched as she spread her legs even wider, and brought her
knees up. As he watched, his manly rod slowly disappeared into
her quivering quim. He felt the wetness lubricate his cock,
making his passage inward easier and easier.
Over and over again, Debrah murmured her father's name. She
seemed to be lost in some wild, surrealistic ecstasy of her own.
Hill felt the barrier of her virginity, and he stopped, but
Debrah didn't let him. She braced her feet against the grass, and
arched upward, gasping as she did so.
Hill felt the head of his cock tear through the delicate
membrane, and then his cock slid all the way into her. His body
now pressed hers into the ground, and his cock was lodged tightly
in the sweet, wet nest of her womanhood.
He lay still for awhile, feeling her hips writhe and undulate
under his groin, her breathing getting heavier and heavier, as her
excitement rose.
Debrah had no trouble imagining it was her father.
Her eyes were covered with the blindfold. This was going to
be her ultimate ecstasy come true. She felt his monstrous cock
pierce through her womanhood. She felt her hot juices well up and
trickle downward, flowing in hot, sluggish streams out of her
well-stuffed cunt.
The man was still in her now, and Debrah waited, savoring the
hot throbbing feeling of the cock, which stretched her womanhood
wide open.
She had been lucky. He had been around tonight. But it
wasn't a strange rapist who was fucking her. It was her own
father.
Her hands groped around until she felt his powerful sweating
chest. She ran her hands down over it, as he raised himself up
and began to rock his hips back and forth, moving his cock in and
out of her tight, dripping, hungry little twat.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy!" she gasped, as she arched her hips
upward, to meet the long deep downward strokes of her father. She
felt as if she could live and die like this, her legs spread wide,
her cunt wide open, and stuffed with a man's cock.
He was wonderful! He was better than any of the other lucky
girls had described him, and Debrah felt her ecstasy rise to a
feverish pitch.
As her father's cock thrust inward, the sticky wet shaft
rubbed against her clitoris, and stimulated it. Debrah's hips
started to arch upward harder and faster, as her father's deep-
plowing cock thrust in and out of her violently.
She felt his own excitement rise, knew it from the way his
cock throbbed in her cunt, from the way his heat rose, from the
way he was grunting, his grunt low and deep and sexy.
She heard it as if from far away.
She had waited a long time for this. Before her eyes was her
father's handsome face. It was his cock that pistoned in and out
of her wild and willing cunt.
She felt the first spasm of her climax ripple through her
belly. In one way, it was something she wanted desperately, and
in another way she was disappointed. She wanted it to last
forever, this fucking that she was getting.
Again the man's body rested on top of hers. She felt his
arms work around her sweaty back, felt him press her tightly into
his body.
She felt his mouth at her ear, felt him biting her ear lobe.
She started to moan and thrash around, as the hot excitement
built, hotter and harder and more demanding than any sensation she
had ever known.
She started to jerk spastically in her father's arms. She
threw her arms around his neck and held onto him desperately,
feeling the passion build in her cunt until she was wild with a
raging lust.
Her father, hearing the soft wild sounds of her rutting
increasing in volume covered her mouth with a deep and passionate
kiss, his tongue snaking inward. He found her tongue wet and
willing and ready. She flicked the tip of her tongue against the
tip of his tongue, and her moaning got buried in his mouth, as he
humped her into oblivion.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned. Hill felt the familiar ripplings of her
orgasm start deep in her cunt, felt her cuntal muscles gripping
rhythmically at his hard-driving dork.
His balls slapped lewdly against her quivering ass cheeks.
She started to writhe and squirm under him in such a way as to
further inflame him. Her fingernails raked over his naked back,
as her passion rose.
She threw her legs up in the air, and then locked them around
her father's hard-humping waist.
Hill grunted, and groaned wildly, and his ass rose and fell.
It became a gleaming blur of motion in the moonlight, as he drove
his enormous cock in and out of his daughter's cunt.
She felt her father's cock pry more and more deeply into her
cunt, and she gasped. Her moans pitched upward into a high, wild
scream that was lost in her father's open mouth, covering hers, as
her orgasm peaked, and she slapped and jerked wildly on his body,
which held her so tightly.
With an incredible quiver, she writhed with the hot hard
feelings that coursed through her, and then her body collapsed
slightly.
Hill kept driving into her, feeling the occasional mini-
spasms ripple through her. Only when she was almost completely
down did he release his hot and steaming load into her cunt.
She kept on gasping and writhing, her cuntal muscles
squeezing with pleasure around his raging cock.
He felt her moan against his mouth, felt her cuntal walls
tightened with one last delicious convulsion, and then her body
relaxed.
Hill looked down, feeling his asshole tingle with pleasure.
He didn't feel guilty or appalled at what he had done.
He kissed her gently, and got quickly out of her, and
disappeared into the woods. Debrah, numbed by what happened to
her, pulled off the blindfold, and threw it down on the ground,
and looked around, almost wildly.
Behind a tree, Hill, his cock still erect, still ripe and
pulsing with lusty blood watched her pick up her clothes, throw
them on carelessly, and then run through the woods.
He kept his fingers crossed. If the pattern of the twins
proved correct, Donna would follow Debrah.
He walked out onto the grassy slope, and picked up the scarf,
and then he waited.
Soon enough he heard the light crackling of running
footsteps.
Donna appeared on the grassy slope. Her eyes were keen and
bright, and glistened in the moonlight.
She looked over the lake at the star her sister had stared at
and Hill heard her chant the same innocent, childish rhyme.
As he watched, Donna took off her pajamas, until she, much
like her sister, stood like a golden love goddess in the
moonlight.
Almost enraged with lust, he raced out at her, and got the
blindfold over her eyes before she could struggle.
But that was a silly game. He knew they wouldn't struggle,
either of them.
"Ohhh!" Donna moaned, her beautiful soft ass cheeks rubbing
against her father's raging cock. Donna trembled and sagged back
against her father.
He leaned against the tree, which had a projection that could
be sat on easily. He bounced her on his knee slightly, feeling
the sticky juices of her cunt trickling down onto his thigh.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy!" Donna whispered in a sobbing voice. Hill
gasped, as he felt his daughter's hand reach between her outspread
legs, and grip his cock.
He almost came from the soft pressure of her fingers. Donna,
bold wild Donna placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt. She
was sitting forward, facing in the same direction as her father.
Hill pushed her upward slightly, as Donna's eager hands
placed his massive cock against her drooling womanhood.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Donna chanted over and over
again.
She started to sit down on her father's lap again, impaling
herself on his huge cock.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, her head tossed forward, as she felt his
hot cock slither deeply into her cunt.
Once again, Hill felt that delicate barrier which separated
the child from the woman.
Donna, like her sister, did not wait. She pushed downward
brusquely and grunted, as her father's cock pierced through the
maidenhead.
"Oh, I like it, I like it, more, more!" Donna squealed,
inflaming Hill to an even greater intensity.
His hands reached around and he gripped her tits, kneading
them, feeling the nipples pucker wildly under his fingers.
He pulled her on her puckered nipples, and then palmed her
breasts again, as the girl started to bounce up and down on his
cock.
She was gasping wildly, as she swiveled up and down on Hill's
huge prick. He watched her dimpled ass cheeks rippling as her
thighs drove up and down on his cock. He felt her cuntal walls
close in around his cock.
His hands went down to her clitoris, and his finger started
to rub up and down over her hot, inflamed, hard little button.
Donna bounced and her body throbbed wildly as she squirmed
and squealed on her father's raging prick.
Hill started to buck his hips upward, with every downward
thrust of Donna's sweet little hips.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy, I love you so much!" Donna gasped. Hill
rubbed his hand harder and faster over her clitoris, driving Donna
crazy.
"I'm coming, Daddy, please make me come! Oooohh!"
Hill thought he was going to go crazy. He thought he would
go stark raving mad right there on the spot.
He had had both his daughters. His second daughter was
fucking him with all the verve of a nymphomaniac who couldn't get
enough, and not only that both of them had had sex fantasies about
him all along.
He groaned, keeping his voice deep, guttural, as he felt his
cock distend in her tight little once-virginal cunt.
Donna squirmed around and around furiously on his cock,
twirling herself around and bouncing up and down with increasing
fury, as she felt her orgasm rise.
Hill felt another gut-rumbling orgasm ripple through his
bowels. He was afraid he would drop dead of a heart attack so
profound was his emotional response to the fucking he was giving.
Donna's body jerked up and down wildly, and her cuntal
muscles wreaked havoc against Hill's cock.
He started to come, depositing more and more of his seed into
the flesh from which that seed had originally grown.
He gasped, as he felt his hot juices spewing up into her
cunt. His juices mixed heavily and hotly with her pussy cream and
poured lavishly in a wild odorous combination out of her cunt, and
onto Hill's hairy groin.
His hands now moved from his daughter's muff up to her
passion-swollen tits and then back down again.
He rubbed her clitoris until he had set off a veritable storm
of pleasure in the eager young creature's cunt.
He felt the tremor in his body increase, felt his sweat
pouring lavishly from his body as he emptied his balls into the
second of his twin daughters' cunts.
When he had finished, he stayed in her warm wet nest for a
while, gently fondling her. She had collapsed backward and was
now resting on his shoulder.
After she had recovered, Hill stood up and helped Donna
maintain her own balance.
He realized as he walked into the house, locking the door
after him, that a lot of his almost fanatical desire for his
children was gone.
There was a tingle left in his cock to remind him that he had
fucked them, that he had known their little bodies, and popped
their cherries, but he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his
chest.
His wife never looked more beautiful, as he walked into the
room, and saw her, perched up in bed, reading a book, waiting for
him.
She put the book down when he walked over to the bed, and
took him in her arms. He held her warm, nightie-clad body in his
arms for a moment, and kissed her lightly on her mouth.
"Have I told you how wonderful you are?" he said, smiling
warmly at her.
"Yes, you have. But if you want to say it again, you can."
Hill went to the bathroom, and took a shower, and came back
into the bedroom. His wife had removed her nightie.
Hill looked like the image of Priapus, as he walked toward
his wife's reclining, lovely body, and lay beside her.
She moaned when he took her in his arms. His cock flamed
even hotter, and got even harder, as a wild, perverse idea flitted
through his head.
He could have the best of two worlds, he thought: his wife
and his daughters, that is, if he played his cards right.
He pressed his raging cock against his wife's wet pussy, and
thrust inward, feeling her warm wet snatch stretch to accommodate
his huge prick.
She moaned, and spread her legs, bending her knees upward.
She started to undulate her hips up and down, matching him stroke
for stroke.
Hill got hotter and hotter, as his passion mounted. His
wife's hands moved up and down his rippling back.
Hill moaned, as he felt his wife's body start to tremble.
His cock thrust harder and more swiftly into her wet and
willing cunt, as she started to shiver in the throes of her
orgasm. Hill felt her cuntal walls squeezing his cock, massaging
it, sucking the juices out of it.
His balls slapped wetly against her humping ass cheeks, as
she rose and fell, impaled deliciously on her husband's hot, hard
manhood.
She started to moan, her body going wild under his, as her
orgasm mounted and then Peaked. The convulsions in her cunt sent
her into a sexual delirium that almost drove her crazy.
Sex, she thought, vaguely, disjointedly, as the hot bliss in
her cunt grew, while her husband pistoned his cock in and out of
her, had to be a form of insanity.
If every one in the world were afflicted with this type of
insanity, there would be no need for prisons or army barracks, or
insane asylums.
She was puzzled by the idea, and she thought it bizarre, and
she lost it in a maze of sexual excitement, to which she finally
surrendered, her body writhing happily under her husband's hard-
humping body.
In their bedroom, Donna and Debrah heard the familiar sounds
of their parents rutting.
Both of them had been sharing their experiences by the lake.
"Let's go watch Mommy and Daddy fuck," Donna suggested,
strangely aroused by the idea. She had never had the thought
before.
"I want to fuck Daddy, but I sure would like to see his cock
first," Debrah said.
The two of them slipped out of bed, and crept toward their
parents' room. The rutting sounds got louder and louder, and the
two girls felt their breath choking in their throats from
excitement.
Debrah's hand was at her cunt before she peered through the
partially opened door.
When she saw her father's huge, hairy balls, and the massive
cock, almost as big as the rapist's, she made a solemn vow that
she would not rest until she had fucked him herself.
She looked at Donna. Debrah knew that her twin sister had
the same idea.
Both girls watched as their gorgeous, handsome father pumped
in and out of their mother's beautiful cunt, his cock appearing,
gleaming with her juices, as his hips rose in the air, and then
disappearing as he thrust inward, burying himself in his wife's
sweet cunt.
Debrah looked at Donna, who had a wild hungry look in her
eyes. Her hand moved up and down steadily over her pussy.
"It should be easier for us," Debrah whispered, "now that
we're not virgins."
Donna smiled.
"We have a lot to thank that rapist for," Donna said.
The twins turned their attention back to the wild, lascivious
sight before them, their hands moving up and down with increasing
frenzy.
They both knew that their turn would come, and that they
would share their father with their mother.
Hill was now pistoning in and out of his wife with a wanton
fury.
Now that he had deflowered his daughters, his passion for his
wife seemed to increase.
"Oh, Hill, so wonderful!" Helen gasped. She arched her hips
up and ground her passion-swollen muff into her husband's hard-
humping loins. His hair became wet and matted with her pouring
honey, which covered her pink flesh.
"Unh!" Hill grunted. His ears were ringing. His whole body
swelled with his lust. His asshole tingled with the hot lusty
pleasure which coursed through him.
His ass rose and fell wildly, as he plowed into his wife's
cunt. Freed of the incredible lust for his children, at least for
the moment, he concentrated all his attention on the silky-soft,
wet interior of his wife's cunt.
Helen started to moan. She closed her eyes, and her lovely
head tossed from side to side on the pillow, as her passion built.
Her hips seemed to develop a life of their own, as they
bucked up into her handsome, humpy husband's groin. His cock felt
enormous. The throbbing hot shaft pulsed against the walls of her
quivering pussy, counterpointing the lusty throbbing from her own
hole.
She threw her arms around her husband's sweating neck, and
brought his face down to his for a deep kiss.
His tongue thrust greedily into her mouth, and Helen sucked
on it, drawing it deeply into her mouth.
She moaned against his mouth, as his cock drove deeper and
deeper into her cunt.
She felt her orgasm ripple in the pit of her belly. The
sweet sensations which coursed through her drove her wild. She
started to squeal.
Hill felt the ripples in her silky-soft cunt, and drove into
her harder and faster. His own balls swelled with their hot heavy
load. He held back, waiting to feel the first convulsion of her
orgasm grip his cock.
He could feel her soft wet inner sex flesh get hotter. He
looked down at her adorable face, which was contorted with
passion, flushed with the excitement which filled her.
She threw her legs up in the air, and wrapped them around
Hill's hard-humping back, gripping him tightly. She clung to him
almost with desperation as she arched up into him, feeling her
body glued to his with the sweat which poured lavishly from both
of them.
As Hill humped his wife, the nape of his neck suddenly
prickled. He was on the verge of his own ejaculation, and he
couldn't stop, but he heard wild, rutting noises, muffled, coming
from the hall.
Goose bumps formed on his flesh as the thought occurred to
him, that Debrah and Donna were watching them. He knew that the
door was partially open.
He had thought that they would go to bed, and sleep the deep
sleep of the well-fucked, but apparently they were greased and
ready for more.
His whole body trembled at the thought that they were
watching. It was almost like having them in the bed, ministering
sexually to his wife and him while he fucked Helen.
He groaned deeply, his excitement reaching a pitch that was
almost unbearable. His cock drove into his wife's cunt with more
and more fury. His balls slapped against his wife's humping ass,
as she drove her muff into the hairy base of his cock.
"I'm coming, Helen," he gasped.
"Ohhh, yess!" she hissed. She felt her own orgasm stir in
her cunt, build to an incredible peak. Her whole body seemed to
convulse.
She felt her cuntal muscles gripping rhythmically at Hill's
cock. She ground her cunt almost savagely into Hill's hairy
groin, as the orgasm washed over her like a hot tidal wave.
Her whole body trembled with the delicious delirium which
gripped her and made her squeal with the sweet pleasure gone wild.
Hill's cock suddenly swelled in his wife's cunt, pressing
tightly against her dripping walls.
Helen would have sworn that her voice echoed, as she started
to come. The faint sound thrilled her, made her wilder.
Then she felt the first flush of her husband's jism, pouring
into her cunt. Her pussy almost seemed to suck on his man juice,
as if her cunt had become a thirsty mouth, needing the hot thick
wetness of his come cream.
Hill groaned, his voice guttural with his passion.
Great hot waves of relief flooded his body, as his balls
churned up their heavy load, and his come slit spewed out its
copious flood of spunk.
He kept thrusting furiously into her. His cock head tingled
with the massage that Helen's sucking pussy walls gave it, as the
hot spasms of her orgasm tightened her cunt and squeezed the
juices out of Hill's balls.
Behind them, Debrah and Donna, rubbing their own swollen,
recently opened pussies, watched their mother and father coming
together.
They watched their father's long, gleaming spear driving in
and out of their mother's cunt. The foot of the bed faced the
door, so the action was clearly visible to them.
Both of them were grunting.
Debrah gritted her teeth to restrain the squeal of hot
pleasure which was flowing through her. Her hand was soaking wet
with her pussy juices which flowed lavishly from her hot little
hole.
The sight of Donna coming, the sound of her strangled rutting
noises of pleasure, only incited Debrah to further sexual riot.
Donna was having the same kind of shared excitement. She
could hear her mother and father groaning wildly, hear the wet
sucking noises of their genitals, rubbing against each other.
The whole atmosphere in the house seemed to seethe with sex,
the air seemed to be filled with the smell of sex.
Debrah and Donna were panting. They watched as their father
collapsed heavily on top of their mother's body. Debrah looked at
Donna, and pointed to their bedroom.
They didn't want to be caught looking.
Helen sighed, and kissed Hill.
"I love you," she said softly.
"I feel exactly the same way about you, darling," Hill said,
returning the kiss.
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