The Watcher
By: Joshua D. © 1999

He spread the shade on the window, letting in as little light as possible, watching the high school across the street. He did this daily, from his house, and watched all of the girls in the school leaving. He knew it wasn't normal, but he didn't care. He watched the older girls get into cars, or the younger ones start to walk home. It was an all girls school after all. He loved their uniforms, the short skirts, and the knee-socks and white blouses. When he had finished masturbating, he realized that he wanted something more then his hand. It had been forever since he had a woman, and the girls in the school were perfect. There were two that he always watched, a tall blonde with firm tits and an incredible ass. And, from his guess her best friend, a shot-haired brunette with great legs. They were now walking in the opposite direction, away from his house.

"So, Julie, who do you think that creepy guy is in the house across from the school?" Kristin asked as she looked over her books to the ground.

"I don't know, but he scares the hell out of me." She pushed back her blonde hair, as Kristin nodded in agreement. She looked back to her friend, "So what were you planning on doing tonight?"

"Whatever, maybe go to a party or something." They had reached the block near Julie's house, and started to cross the street.

"Ugh, I hate these uniforms, I can't wait to get out of them," Julie stated while pulling on and smoothing out her skirt.

As they turned down the street, so did the old Buick that had followed them from the school.

Julie pushed the key into the door and shoved it open. She turned once more to wave to Kristin as she continued down the street, then closed the door behind her. She layed her books and the key on the table in the living room and slipped out of her black shoes. She cherished this time, before her parents got home from work. She started up the stairs to her room.

He tried the door, and thankfully, it was unlocked. "Good one whore, just let me in..." he thought to himself as he quietly slid the door open, looking around. He heard her soft voice from upstairs, singing a song from that damned Britney Spears, which he wouldn't deny, looked almost as good as Julie. He grabbed the knife from his pocket, and undressed halfway. Then he began to slowly sneak up the stairs, towards her voice.

Julie had finished the chorus and began to unbutton the top of her blouse, she had forgotten her hair brush in the bathroom. As she pulled open her bedroom door, he sprung on her like a beast and pushed her down to her bed. He ignored her painful yelp as his body fell onto hers, and he began ramming his tongue down her throat, holding her hands against her bed, making her struggles futile. He sat up quickly, straddling her, and pulled his handcuffs out of his shirt pocket, and painfully clasping her hands to the frame of the bed. She started to scream and was greated by a slap across her soft cheek. He shed the rest of his clothing, and began to lick the sides of her neck, rubbing her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. Now, recovering from his blow, she started to scream for help again.

"Bitch!" He screamed at her and pulled the sweaty bandana from his head, violently tying it in her mouth, gagging her. He leaned back, still on top of her, and with both hands ripped her blouse, and pushed it up her arms. He stared at her round eyes filled with fear, and her tear stained cheeks. Lowering his eyes to her white cotton bra, her soft young breasts covered by it. He then looked to the knife and his sweatshirt, and smiled smugly to himself. He traced a finger across her full pink lips, and slowly down her chest and stopping between her tits, above the clasp in the front. He watched as her arms tingled with gooseflesh, and with one quick movement, opened her bra.

He pushed it off of her chest, and placed his hands on her bountiful chest, her nipples between his fingers, and began rubbing his aching cock against her plaid skirt. He forcefully rubbed her breasts, causing her to protest through her gag. He brought his head down and gently licked one nipple, while two fingers played with the other. Still sucking on her breasts, he slid his left hand down to her thigh, above the knee. He then slowly ran his hand up her thigh and under her skirt, softly feeling the cotton of her panties. Sliding his hand back down to her knee, he gently rolled one of her knee-socks to her toes, and then pushed it off. He followed with the other.

He got off of her for a few seconds to pull her short skirt off of her thin body. He was greeted by her soft white panties, with pink lining. He layed back on top of her, fiercely rubbing his cock along the thin fabric covering her teenage cunt. She kicked her legs in protest, to no avail, as he ran his tongue below her breasts, and across her stomach. He stopped at the top of her panties, sliding one hand up her thigh and under the cotton. He let one finger slide near her pussy, then slowly slid them down her legs. Letting them drop to the floor. He used both hands to spread her legs, and moved to his knees for the best position. Then, with a loud painful grunt and a squeal of pain from Julie, he rammed his large, hard cock deep into her virgin cunt. Screaming at her, he began fucking her with ferocity, driving his cock inside her, watching as blood began to trickle down her thigh.

When he had enough, he pulled out of her and began to rapidly stroke his cock, while letting his fingers slip inside of her. He fingered her clitoris, and ran his hand along her crotch. Then, with a gasp, he came all over her, his cum landing on her face, her chest and stomach, and much of it on her pussy. As he ordered, he moved the gag out of her mouth so she could lick the cum off of her face and swallow it, and she then began sliding her tongue around his limping cock, letting the rest of his cum slide down her throat.

Now, out of breath, he stood and started to dress. He quickly moved downstairs, leaving Julie still cuffed and gagged, and opened the front door. He pulled it open just as Kristin rang the doorbell. Her eyes widened with surprise and she started to turn and run, but he grabbed the collar of her blouse and pulled her inside.