Over the years, he had watched her mature. In middle school, she had been a skinny, flat-chested girl, taller than the rest of her female classmates. However, over the years, her body changed quickly. Her breasts grew and grew, becoming more round and more firm with each coming year. Her waist narrowed, and her hips flared out, ending with a nice, round ass. Her hair, which had been chopped short every year, now grew down to her back, brown wavy hair that curled seductively around her body. Sometime in high school, she had started volleyball, and since then, she had long, beautifully toned limbs.
"Antonia..." he whispered, sitting in the backseat of his car, staring out the window. His fist was wrapped around his cock, his hands jerking quickly. As he stared at Antonia from his car, he imagined that it was her hands around his sex, her long fingers raking the length of his penis. He watched her laugh, and imagined her open mouth around the head of his cock, her hot breath sending tingles throughout his body. She was wearing a white button-up blouse and a navy skirt, like every other girl in the school yard, but to him, she was wearing the sexiest outfit. He wondered how her breasts would feel in his hands as he squeezed the heavy flesh. He wonders what sounds she would make with his cock inside of her.
Breathing hard, the man closed his eyes and jerked his hands in fervor, feeling his peak coming. With a grunt, he released his semen, his cum shooting into the air then splashing over his hands and the floor. He panted, fumbling around for a napkin. He leaned over and took a tissue box from the dashboard, still holding his dripping cock. He watched Antonia almost every day, but never before had he came this hard. The man cleaned himself up and made a decision.
Tonight, he would make Antonia his.
For the past hour, he waited for Antonia to take out the trash. He knew her routine. She would go home and go to her bedroom, sometimes to do homework, mostly to chat with her friends. Then, around six, she would come down and make herself dinner. Her parents worked late, so she pretty much lived alone. Then, when it was almost ten, she would go out to the street and put the trash in the trashcans.
He waited for her in his car, in the back seat with the door opened. The car was dark and silent, like the rest of the street. For such a pretty girl, Antonia lived in a pretty bad neighborhood. Shit goes down, but nobody cares.
When Antonia was a few feet away from his car, the man reached out and grabbed Antonia. The girl opened her mouth to scream, but he clamped a rag over her mouth. He stuffed the gag in, and then secured it with another cloth, bounding her mouth tightly. He slammed the door shut and proceeded to tie her up behind tinted windows.
The girl struggled so much it almost set him off. He pulled her wrists behind her back and tied them tightly with coarse rope, letting the material cut into her wrists every time she struggled. Then he did the same with her ankles, wrapping the rope up to her knees. He pushed her off the seat so she was sitting on the floor and unable to see where they were going to go. In the dim light, he could see his prize, tied up and gagged, and her brown, fierce eyes. In a flash, he tore off her clothing, leaving her in only her bra and underwear. Seeing Antonia's almost naked body, he almost fucked her right there, but he gritted his teeth and climbed to the driver's seat.
An hour later, they arrived at a small cabin, secluded in a large forest. He pulled Antonia from his car, grinning widely. The whole time, she had been kicking and screaming, and now she was all spent. Her eyes were puffy and red; the cloth gag was damp with tears. He picked her up easily and swung her over his shoulders with her breasts pressed against his back. He whistled casually as he walked to the cabin, one hand securing Antonia, the other resting happily on his dick. Once inside, he shut the door and took Antonia to a four poster bed, and threw her on the hard mattress. Antonia took the chance to quickly roll away, but the man was faster. He growled and jumped on top of her, sitting on her stomach. Antonia let out a grunt and took a breathed heavily through her nose.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, cupping her breast with one hand. He squeezed, and her flesh bulged from the confines of her bra.
"You're a D cup, aren't you?" he asked, frowning, fingering the clasp in front of the bra. Antonia looked at him in disgust and squealed, struggling under his touch. He ignored her, but continued to run his finger over her bra, circling around her nipples.
"I think you're wearing the wrong bra, Antonia," he said, shaking his head slowly, "It's too small for you." With a flick of his finger, he unclasped her bra, letting her large breasts bounce free. Antonia let out a loud whimper, turning her head away in shame.
