He had been watching her for about a month now. She was a brunette, 18, 5'2, about 110 pounds with huge tits. Today she was wearing that tight blue spaghetti strap top that he liked. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a purple scrunchie, and she was wearing one of those frayed-bottom denim skirts that only went about halfway down her thigh, revealing a nice amount of her appealing legs. Class has just ended, and she was talking with her friends by the parking lot. One by one, her friends were picked up, until only she remained. Perfect.
He parked the car and retrieved some things from the glove compartment. He clambered out of the car and approached where she was seated. No one else was in sight as he walked up behind her. She was writing something down in a notebook as he came closer, completely oblivious to his presence. In one quick motion he had the knife against her throat and his other hand covered her mouth with a chloroform-laced- cloth. The cloth muffled her scream as he leaned close to her ear, whispering,
"Stay calm and quiet or I might have to cut that pretty little head off."
She stopped resisting as the chemicals in the cloth began taking effect. Her eyelids drooped, and then closed completely. He picked her up and grabbed her notebooks, carrying them to his car and tossing her in the trunk, along with the notebooks. He drove out to the cabin he had discovered a few years back in the forest.
Carrying her inside, he laid her out on the bed and retrieved some ropes and a ball gag from a nearby cabinet. He tied her limp form spread-eagle to the bedposts. Pulling open her mouth, he stuck the ball in her mouth, then lifted her head up and tied the ends behind her head. He let her head fall back onto the bed as he took the knife out again. He slid it up the center of her shirt, cutting it open. Slicing apart the shoulder straps, he pulled off her shirt, revealing two enormous tits contained by a lacy pink bra. He began tracing a line from her navel up to her sternum with the tip of the knife, until he got to the bra. Hooking the blade under the bra, he yanked up, causing the bra to pop open, releasing the two gigantic mounds of flesh. He tossed the ruined bra onto the chair as well, and turned back in time to see her eyelids begin to flutter open.
She looked around, her eyes widening as she realized her predicament. She began to scream into the ball gag, and he just smiled. He disrobed and climbed on to the bed, sitting on top of her stomach. His weight forced the air out of her as his flaccid dick flopped down between her breasts. He grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them a couple times. He began kneading them as his dick extended. He leaned forward and licked her cheek as his erection grew to its full 9 inches.
"So, bitch. Ever been tit fucked?"
She vigorously shook her head no. He pushed her globes of flesh together over his cock and began thrusting back and forth with his hips. He clenched her boobs hard as the first of many climaxes that night approached, and she squealed in pain as he fired strings of cum onto her face.
He then grabbed her hair as his dick went limp and pulled her head close to his crotch.