I grabbed her from behind and she screamed --
"Wha --Mmmm!"
-- before I gagged her with my hand and crushed my other around her waist, pinning her left arm to her side. I could feel the softness of her white terry cloth bathrobe through my sweatpants and black turtle neck shirt. God, she felt amazing, and I wondered if she could feel my own heart hammering in my chest as much as my nine inch hard-on pressing against her ass.
Her wet scream grew louder as my lips ravished her neck, gluing them to her soft, creamy white skin while her free right hand gripped my wrist in a vain attempt to free my gagging hand. I was too strong, and in the hall way mirror she caught sight of her attacker -- me, a tall black man in a ski mask hoisting her sexy nineteen year old kicking body off the floor and back down the hall towards her bedroom.
"Don't say a Goddamn word and I won't hurt you," I breath into her ear.
Her scream dropped to a whimper as I allowed her head to nod in agreement.
"I ... I don't want to hurt you, I just ... God, I think I'm in love with you ... Anne."
Her eyes went wide in shock, her legs in knee-high socks stopped kicking.
"Yes ... I know who you are," I began. "I know that your roommates are gone for the entire length of Spring break and that you're alone in this house. That's why you showered with the music blasting tonight, and didn't hear me sneak in through your back window in the kitchen, and why you walked out of the shower in just your bathrobe, and headed down to the basement to do a load of laundry."
Using a foot I pushed open her bedroom door and dragged her in, still holding her in front of me. She began to struggle more. God she was like a wild cat under her robe and it was turning me on even more.
"So in the time you were down there I crept upstairs here to your room for a little surprise."
I forced her to turn around and still gagging her I flicked on the wall switch with my other hand and grabbed her again before she could react. It didn't matter. Her body jumped with shock. The covers of her bed had been removed leaving only her pillows, yet tied to her head board were lengths of silk scarfs, ones I had found in her closest. Tied to each of the bed's back feet were single pairs of her silk nylon stockings. Her rape bed was ready.
"NO! --mmmmm!" she tired to scream and thrashed even more allowing me to catch the clean aroma of her light chestnut colored hair and a flash of her hazel eyes through her glasses. I pushed her forwards towards the bed, and in her knee high Harry Potter gold and maroon colored socks she couldn't find traction. At the last second I twisted around and allowed myself to fall back first on her bed, crashing with her on top of me. She tried to scream again, and I caught the first snatch of her teeth against my hand.
"NO BITING!" I warned and she stopped. She was sobbing now. Pulling my hand away form her lips I forced her chin towards me and our eyes meet in an electric moment of contact. I wondered if she realized who I was. Than I kissed her, it was tender and sweet, a silky touch that nearly made me cum right then and there. I pulled away and our eyes met again.
"God, you're beautiful," I whispered, and I could tell her eyes were searching mine, grasping at a sense of recognition. I didn't give her the chance.
I kissed her again, kissed her in a full, opened wet mouth kiss. God, her lips were soft!. Caught completely by surprised she did nothing as I raped her mouth, my tongue forcing its way into hers, twisting with wild abandon. Our heads, and chins turned one way than another as our chest heaved with passion. Perhaps it was by instinct, or fear of fighting back, but she kissed me just as deeply and moaned with pleasure. Slowly I shimmed us up higher towards the head of the bed, my left arm wrapped around her left arm, across her waist where my hand grabbed her shapely right hip. Still holding her this way against me I moved up until my head found a pillow under it and I allowed her head to rest against my right shoulder. We continued kissing, slowly, moaning to each other with hungry passion. Then softly, and gently my left arm moved, and lifted aside a flap of her white bathrobe exposing her sexy white panties.
Suddenly, she gasped as if waking from a dream.
"No! Stop! How dare you! ... fucking bastard! Let me g --- "
I kissed her again, and this time my fingertips touched the smooth silky fabric of her panties. Breaking from our kiss I lifted my head and spied down upon what I had fantasied about for months. Her panties were lacy white and transparent below the line of her pubic hair. They were high cut on her hips, but not the Victoria Secrets brand that I wondered if she wore, and certainly not the granny panties I was afraid she would be wearing too. For weeks I would stare at her ass through her jeans as she walked out of my lecture hall debating who she was under her clothes.
Anne was a sophomore film major in my history of film class. At no more than five-five, her short full body hair was cut in a cute (but oh God so sexy) style that allowed it to hover just above her shoulders, exposing the flawless nape of her neck. She wore glasses that gave her a nerdy vibe, hiding hazel colored eyes. She was far from the turn-the-boys-heads type as she never wore daring or revealing clothing. Instead, she came to class regularly in simple beige or gray T-shirts, black jeans and shoes, sometimes with a white sweater jacket, but none of them could hide the full 36 B breast of her sexy body with trim hips and a taut stomach I knew lay underneath -- even if she was doing everything to conceal that fact. A tactic that seemed to be working for everyone in her class, except for me, her professor.
With one hand I forced her chin back toward me as I passionately kissed her again, while my left hand caressed the teased the waistband of her panties. She snapped her head away as her right hand clamped down on my left stopping it cold from slipping blow her undergarment.
"NOOO!" she screamed and forced my hand away "LET! ME! GOOO! -- FUCKING ASSHOLE!!" Her nails dug into my wrist and forearm, but she couldn't stop my fingers from pushing closer towards her pussy.
"What's the matter, Anne?" I whispered in her ear. "Never had someone want to rape you before?"
I raped-kissed her again as my fingers caressed over the contours of her panties, feeling the fabric of her lace like it was an exquisite form of braille. Her hips thrashed to escape my touch and my cock loved the feeling. I rubbed my fingers lower until they slid over her pussy pressed tight against her panties. Instantly I could feel how wet and hot she was. She gasped at my first touch and ripped her lips away from mine. Knotting a handful of her hair in my first I forced her head back to me and savagely kissed her again. I lifted my fingers and forced them under her lacy garment and grazed the top half of her pubic hairs. Her legs kicked out in fear and began to squeeze together while I assaulted her with more hungry kisses, Frenching her lips and tongue. She screamed through my lips, turning me on more. Her ass wiggled over my raging hard on, but I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to make her to cum as much as I did.
"I can't believe how beautiful you are," I panted between kissed, "How do you not have a boyfriend?"