Forced to Cum

In the darkness he silently climbed up the tree to get a vantage of the second floor window. He gasped when he saw her laying there in bed, her form silvery curves under the silky moonlit sheets. Cascades of strawberry blond hair spread out on the pillows beneath her head.

He watched for a few more minutes; she was completely unmoving under the blankets, enjoying a peaceful slumber. The window appeared to be open, he just had to slide the screen aside…

This he did carefully and silently while leaning in from his tree branch. It all happened so fast – in an instant he was there in her room, a foot away from her bed, and she was still as of yet unaware of his presence.

He admired her beautiful mounds of tits rising and falling with her sweet breaths, the silky fabric clinging to them, clinging to her hips. She looked so tender, so ripe for the picking.

His prick began to harden in his jeans. He reached into his pocket for the roll of duct tape, and as quietly as possible began to tear off a piece.

The beautiful girl slept so peacefully that he was able to tear one length of tape and began another long strip before her breathing started to change and he knew she was waking.

In another instant he was on top of her, strong thighs pinning her down.

In a groggy haze, she tried to scream but he simultaneously slapped the smaller piece of duct tape on her mouth, then the next long pieces he used to her bind first her wrists and then ankles to the bed posts.

Her tits were shaking now in fear, her big blue eyes wide open, staring at him with tears beginning to spill down flushed cheeks.

He raised a finger to his lips.

“Shhhh.”

Carefully he peeled the blankets off her and she whimpered into the duct tape, uselessly begging her attacker to leave her alone.

She stared up at him, her body trembling as he took it all in. Hard nipples stood at attention, they looked to be sitting atop firm B cup tits.

He bent down and lifted her nightgown up over her hips and she shrieked again.

His head in between her legs, he paused a moment and took a deep breath of her aroma.

She sobbed, feeling him tug her panties down as if in slow motion. He pulled them as far as he could down her bound, outstretched legs, then ripped the thin fabric right off her to free her cunt for his taking. She cried out again.

His pulse quickened at the sight of such ripe, supple meat spread open before him like a meal.

His cock throbbed at the exquisite smell of her sex, at her gloriously shaved pubic mound, and the hint of glistening lips he just had to taste.

He positioned his face inches from her pussy, breathing it in through his mouth and nose, ignoring her soft cries and quivering body beneath him.

Suddenly he lapped up her pussy slit and began kissing it, slathering it with saliva, then probing her hole with his tongue.

The girl screamed into her gag in shock. She writhed around on the bed, trying to throw him off. He was wearing a ski mask but pulled it up to allow his mouth free access to her bald pussy – she could feel his abrasive chin stubble or beard now prickling her thighs and pussy mound.