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A rape…
Why did I do it? I don't know really. I didn't just wake up this morningand decide that today was the day that I would rape my neighbour. But that'sjust what I have done; I have just raped my neighbour, Sally. I have knownfor her, and her husband, for many years but today was different. Today I wentround to her house, found her alone and I raped her.
What made me do it? I can't really explain it. She is a very sexy woman inmy opinion but that is no excuse for what I have just done. Sally is aboutforty, maybe forty-one and has kept her figure and her looks enough to drawsecond glances when she is out on the town. I have seen her in her swimsuitas she sunbathed and I have seen her in an old tracksuit, working in her garden,and I have thought she looked equally sexy in both. But Sally looking goodis no excuse for what I have done…is it?
What was the trigger for my actions? Was it sitting in my garden, watchingher underwear blowing in the wind as it dried, and imagining how she lookedin just her panties? Or was it while sitting in her house last Sunday, watchingfootball with her husband? Sally came in from sitting in the sun to sit downopposite us. She was soon bored with the football and dozed off. Tony, Sally'shusband was engrossed in the football so he didn't notice what then happened…butI did! Sally was sitting almost exactly opposite me and as she drifted offto sleep she slumped back into her chair and as she did so her legs partedslightly. I tried to concentrate on the football but my eyes kept coming backto the view I had of her open thighs leading towards, from what I could seeof them, Sally's white panties. Was seeing her panties the reason for whatI did?
But maybe its best if I tell the whole story? You can then make your ownmind up about what I did. The story starts early this Tuesday morning…
I remember looking out of the window while brushing my teeth and watchingTony load up his car with his bags, I knew he was going away on business ashe had told me yesterday. He had told me this because he knew I had a day offand he wanted me keep an eye on the house while he was away because he knewI was a `good` neighbour!
Just as Tony started his car Sally came running out of the house, wavingsome papers, I guessed he had forgotten them. Tony opened the car door andSally leaned in and handed him the papers, giving him a kiss on the cheek asshe did. She stood back and waved as he reversed the car out of the drive.I guessed it must have been cold in the wind as Sally suddenly pulled her robetight around her as a gust of wind blew against her. Pulling her robe aroundher accentuated her figure and I watched with a voyeuristic thrill as anothergust of wind blew apart her robe, revealing her bare legs to well above herknees.
As I watched Sally I continued to brush my teeth while my free hand drifteddown to casually stroke my flaccid cock. Sally turned to wave a final goodbyeto her husband, turning her back to me and letting me have a view of her back…andher curvy ass. Now she was some distance away from me but I would hazard aguess that Sally did not have much on under that robe! Sally still held therobe tight around her and the curves of her attractive body were plain to see.My eyes lingered on her as she turned away to go back into her house. As sheshut her door I looked down and realised that I now had a very stiff cock inmy hand! I'm not ashamed to say that I sat back down on the bed and strokedmyself to a very satisfying climax. The image I had in my head, as a fountainof cum spurted from my cock was Sally…but this time without her robe.
Later, after I had showered, I sat in the kitchen and read the morning papers.I had to decide what to do with my day off so I took my tea and walked roundthe garden. It was cold and windy but the weather forecast promised sunshinein the afternoon so I decided to do some work inside the house and maybe spendsome time in the garden later. Would events have been different if the dayhad been cloudy and rainy thus preventing me from going out into the garden?
I was good and worked diligently at my painting with only the occasionaltea break until one o'clock. I looked out of the window and saw that the sunhad indeed come out and it now looked bright and sunny. I packed away my paintsand went to change into a pair of shorts and t-shirt as I had decided thatI would potter around the garden while the sun shone.
My garden was separated from Sally's and Tony's by a simple wooden fence.In one corner a large weeping willow tree overhung both gardens and it wasin that corner that I decided to start my weeding. Beneath the weeping willowbranches it was dark and cool and as I turned round to throw some weeds intoa bucket I glanced into next doors garden.
It must have been washday next door as their drying line was heavy with shirts,trousers etc but my eyes lingered on the feminine underwear that hung fromthe line. I knew I was partially hidden by the weeping willow branches so Ifelt safe in having a good long look. There were all sorts of underwear there,ranging from bras to a myriad assortment of thongs, bikini panties, hi-cutsand a style, which I think was known as `boyshorts`? It looked as if Sallyliked variety in her choice of underwear and I have to admit they all lookedvery sexy.
I felt such an intense voyeuristic pleasure in looking at Sally's underwearblowing in the warm breeze and as I gazed at them I started to remember thelast view I had of her panties, last Sunday while she dozed, and that certainlymade my cock stir in my shorts as I tried to imagine if the panties I had seenwhere on this washing line.
But if that same warm breeze hadn't suddenly gusted and blew the sheer curtainsthat shaded the patio doors next door maybe nothing would have happened? Thebreeze blew the curtains out, revealing that the patio door was open by aboutsix inches. Now, remember that Tony had asked me keep an eye on the house?Well, I didn't know if Sally was home or not as I had been engrossed in mypainting and so had not noticed if she had left the house or not. There hadbeen some daytime burglaries around the area so rather than be slack and justassume that Sally was home I decided to check.
The fence was low enough and I was athletic enough to jump over and so Idid. I landed in their garden and it was then, as I stood looking around me,that I experienced a very strong sexual thrill race through my body. I thinkit was the feeling that I shouldn't have jumped the fence, that I should havegone round the front of the house and knocked on the door to enquire if Sallywas home. But jumping the fence made it seem, to my imagination anyway, thatI was `breaking in` so to speak, as if I was the burglar?
These thoughts raced through my mind as I stood nervously in next doors garden,I actually expected Sally to walk out and ask me what I was doing! If she hadwalked out at that moment I expect I would've looked suitably embarrassed butthen we would have both laughed as I explained my chivalrous presence in hergarden. Maybe I would have got a cup of tea out of it for being so nice andneighbourly?
But no one came out to see what I was up to, no one seemed to see me or hearme as I stood in their garden. I turned my head slowly, staring at the washing,which continued to blow in the soft warm breeze. My hand seemed to have a mindof its own and I watched as it moved towards the underwear, fingers outstretchedas if to grasp the delicate feminine lingerie. But I didn't, I just shook myhead and smiled as I pulled my hand back to hang limply at my side.
I took a step towards the open patio door, then another. I knew deep withinmyself that I was going to go inside their house. Ostensibly it was to checkif Sally was home but surely I could have done that by knocking on the door,ringing the doorbell? Why did I have to enter the house, invade their home?I knew why but at that time I didn't want to admit what was lurking in thedarkness of my mind.
The curtains blew in and out with the breeze and for a moment I hesitated,hovering at the threshold. If I took a step inside and was confronted thenI was checking to see if everything was alright, nothing sinister in that?I was being the `good neighbour`, wasn't I? But if I was being a `good neighbour`why did I turn my head left and right, checking to see if anyone could seeme enter? I looked but saw no one and entered Sally's house.
I had been into Sally's and Tony's house on many occasions but this feltdifferent, it felt wrong but it was an exciting `wrong`. As I looked roundall I could hear was my own breathing, no voices, no radio, no TV blaring.Then I did something that, even now I cannot fully explain why because it wasn'ta deliberate act on my part but more of a subconscious act…I took mytrainers off. I carefully placed them by the patio door and flexed my baretoes in the carpet, the carpet tickling my feet. But did I take my trainersoff to avoid bringing dirt into the house from the garden or was it to allowme to make my way round the house silently?
A few steps took me across the lounge and into the hall that led either intothe kitchen, the dining room or upstairs to the bedrooms. Looking into thekitchen all I saw was neatness and cleanliness, Sally had obviously done herhousework that morning; everything seemed to gleam in the sunlight. Nothinginterested me in the dining room so I just peeked in through the glass door.I then moved to stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking up to the galleriedlanding.
I should explain here how I was feeling. Well, to be honest I was feelingturned on; I was actually feeling as horny as fuck! I slipped my hand intomy baggy shorts and caressed my semi hard cock, the touch of my hand sendingtremors of excitement racing to every part of my body. Suddenly the compulsion,the raging desire, to see Sally's bedroom exploded in my head and I knew thenthat before I left this empty house I would masturbate, I would leave my cumin this house.
The desire to see Sally's bedroom felt voyeuristic and some how `nasty`,but very sexy. I knew that it had to be Sally's bedroom; it was in her roomthat I wanted to masturbate. I could feel myself getting harder, more aroused,each step I took as I climbed the stairs. Her bedroom was at the front of thehouse, the same as mine and therefore I knew which door it was that I wanted.It was standing there, on the landing, that I did something that increasedthe rather nasty sexy feeling that I had…I took my tshirt off! So thereI was, standing on the landing, holding my tshirt in my hands as I felt thecool air wash over my bare chest.
My footsteps were silent on the carpeted landing as I moved towards the doorto Sally's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, open by about six inches allowingme to see partly inside. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks…fromwhere I was standing at the open door I could just see two jean-clad legs lyingon the bed!
If I had been thinking straight I should've just retraced my steps quietly,retrieved my trainers, silently shut the patio door and then gone back to myhouse for a stiff drink! I needed a stiff drink to calm my heart, it was beatingso fast! Because Sally, who I presumed had gone out, was in fact lying on herbed in her fucking bedroom…and I was standing outside her fucking bedroomdoor in just my fucking shorts with a raging fucking erection!
But I wasn't thinking…well, not with my mind anyway! I reached outmy hand and pushed gently against the door. I was glad that Tony maintainedhis house so well because the door opened silently, with no creaks. As it slowlyopened more of Sally was revealed to my curious but hungry gaze.
She was dressed in jeans and blue fleece that I recognised as being clothesshe said she liked to wear, as they were comfortable albeit old and faded.I suppose she must have done her housework that morning and decided to havean afternoon nap, not bothering to get changed. But at that moment, becausemy mind and body was suffused with the sudden desire to have this woman, shewould not have looked any sexier even if she had been wearing a see thru blacksilk negligee! My eyes travelled up and down her body, from her bare feet andup her legs, over the swell of her hips, her slim waist and then finally upto her head, crowned by her thick blonde hair.
Sally was lying on her side, facing away from me. As I stared at her I knewthat she was asleep because I could hear her gently snoring. Hearing her snoringmade me smile but also made me bolder and I stepped silently into her bedroom.In hindsight I don't really know what my intentions were when I stood in herbedroom, watching her as she slept. I'm not sure what I was thinking but didI just intend to watch, getting a voyeuristic thrill from it? And then leavingquietly, possibly to masturbate later? Maybe I did intend to do nothing butwatch and have a good lech but events unfolded in a very different way!
In my defence I think if she hadn't started to wake up I would have leftquietly. Well, that's what I tell myself as I sit here now but maybe I'm kiddingmyself? But she did start to stir and I panicked! Sally lifted her arm as ifshe was about to turn and stretch and I threw myself on the bed! I still hadmy tshirt in my hand and I placed it over Sally's head, pulling the tshirtdown over her face, effectively blinding her and preventing her from seeingwho it was attacking her!
I have to admit it was quite a struggle! Sally fought like a tigress andshe twisted and writhed under me as I held her face down, keeping the tshirtover her eyes, blinding her. Sally grunted loudly as she fought wildly againstme. The effect of her body under me, struggling and fighting, as I straddledher was quite a turn on I can tell you. I had to really exert all my strengthto stop her from escaping me but finally her strength seemed to give out andshe settled down. Suddenly everything was quiet except for our heavy breathing.
But then she suddenly started again, fighting and struggling to get awayfrom me! She almost caught me by surprise and if I hadn't held onto her tightI think she would thrown me from the bed! As it was she went quiet again andthis time I heard her speak for the first time, "Please let me go? I won'ttell anyone about this if you go now!"
"My…my…my husband will be home anytime now so you'd bettergo! Please let me go, don't hurt me! Please…!" Sally was pleading withme, well with her unseen assailant anyway but at that moment I don't thinkI was sane and therefore her pleas fell on deaf ears. "There's money downstairs!Let me show where it is and then you can go! Get of me please!"
I slid a hand up to her masked face to cover her mouth, pressing my handtight against her mouth and Sally fell silent, her desperate pleas replacedby sobs. I kept my hand over her mouth for a minute or so just so she got themessage to remain silent.
I leaned back slightly, still holding her tight but now allowing my handsto caress her upper body. I placed my hand fully over her breast and squeezedhard, she mewled in pain as I continued to squeeze, I could feel her nippleunder the palm of my hand. As I fondled her breast I knew that this was wrongbut I couldn't stop, I couldn't take back what I had already done and so, Godhelp me, I continued my attack on Sally.
I wanted to use both hands so I reluctantly left fondling her breast andstarted to twist and tug at the tshirt covering her face, tying the sleevesso it was secure. It made an effective mask and as the tshirt material wasthin, it was an old running top; she had no difficulty in breathing. But shecouldn't see anything except for shadows and fuzzy shapes. Sally must havebeen terrified but I honestly didn't care at that moment, all I wanted wasto have her, to make her mine, to fuck and abuse her for my pleasure!
I hadn't spoken a word but Sally understood my intentions. I'm pretty sureshe would have felt my erection pressing against her body as we had struggledand when I started to pull her fleece up, revealing her breasts in her lacyblack bra I'm sure she had no illusions about what was to happen! Sally liftedher hands to fend me off but I slapped them away repeatedly until she got themessage and finally with a loud sob her hands fell limp by her side.
Now I had my hands free I started to fondle and knead her tits, squeezingand twisting them as I pushed her bra up and over her tits. I was almost droolingwith excitement at that moment, as I took in the sight of her 36C tits in mymauling hands. Taking both of her nipples I pinched them hard, loving the springyfeel of them in my fingers. This elicited more moans and sobs from Sally andas I squeezed and pinched I looked down and saw my erection pushing hard againstmy shorts.
Still straddling Sally I moved down her body until I was sitting on her knees.As I did so Sally lifted her hands to cover her exposed breasts in a, to myeyes anyway, senseless display of modesty. At the time I wondered why she didn'tattempt to remove my tshirt from her face but I now realise she must have thoughtshe would be safer if she didn't see the face of the man attacking her.
Sally gave a small cry of alarm as she felt my fingers start to work on herblue jeans, undoing the button and starting to pull the zip down. Her handsleft her breasts and reached down to grab at her jeans but again I slappedat her hands, beating her hands away. To reinforce the point, making sure shedid not interfere I suppose, I did something next that I am ashamed of…Ismacked each of her breasts, hard! I know it sounds very odd to say that Ifelt ashamed doing that one thing when I should have felt ashamed of the wholeawful ordeal I was putting Sally through but somehow that one act upset me.Isn't that strange?
Sally hurriedly covered her breasts to prevent another smack but I thinkshe had got the message because when I started to tug at her jeans, pullingthem down, she didn't try and stop me. I had to pull hard as Sally did nothingto help me in removing her tight jeans and finally when they were down to midthigh I stopped and took a breather. I stared hungrily at the sight beforeme. Pulling her jeans down and caused her white cotton panties to be partlypulled down as well, revealing a hint of gingery blonde pubic hair. But I waitedfor a few seconds, my hands hovering above her waist, as I wanted to prolongthis moment of power and dominance before I removed her panties.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her white panties and stopped.In hindsight I don't know what I was waiting for, why I stopped, but I didstop and I casually looked round the bedroom. Maybe I was being deliberatelycruel to Sally as I took in the sights around me. I was prolonging the suspensefor her and letting the anticipation grow within me as I waited those few seconds.What terrors she must have been feeling at that moment I cannot begin to experienceas I felt detached from it all. If you had asked me this morning if I was abad man I would have indignantly replied a definite no! But here I was, onlya few hours later, beating and stripping a defenceless and innocent woman priorto raping her.
I realised that to fully remove her jeans and panties I would have to getoff her and so I did. But I was watching her carefully as I moved from herto kneel at the side of her on the bed. I didn't want her bolting away fromme; things had gone too far for me to lose her now.
First I pulled her jeans fully down her legs and off her feet. Sally didn'tresist at all, not a word, a struggle, nothing at all. I threw her jeans ontothe floor and then ran my hands up and down her bare legs. As my hands reachedthe tops of her thighs my thumbs made contact with her panty-covered mons.That's when she jumped and made a small noise of surprise or fright. I couldfeel her body tense even more as my thumbs pressed on her pussy, pressing againstthe white cotton, allowing me to see the shape of pussy lips through the thinmaterial, caressing my fingers against her mons, feeling the inviting warmsoftness of cunt.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and this time I didn'thesitate. I pulled her panties down slowly, relishing in the feeling of powerthat surged through me. For this moment in time Sally, my neighbour's wifewas mine to use as I wished. I didn't think of anything at that moment exceptthe thrill of seeing her pussy slowly appear before my eyes as I slid her pantiesdown her legs. When they were down around her feet I pulled one foot out andleft the panties tangled round one ankle.
Putting one of my hands on each of her ankles I spread her legs wide. I lookedup and again Sally made an attempt at modesty, she covered her pussy with bothhands, shielding it from my gaze. I looked at her face, I could see her breathingbeneath my tshirt but no sound came from her, no pleading, nothing, silence.
I stepped from the bed and pushed my shorts down and off, freeing my erection.I stroked my cock for a few seconds as I looked down at Sally, knowing thatwithin a few minutes I would be fucking her, raping her on her own bed. I tooka deep breath and reached for her hands that still shielded her cunt and gentlylaid them at her side. Sally lay perfectly still, lying a statue on her bed.
I climbed back onto the bed and positioned myself between her wide spreadlegs and then, my cock pointing like a spear towards her cunt, I moved to lieabove her rigid body. I reached down between us and grasped my throbbing erection,guiding it against Sally's cunt and I pushed. She was dry but I didn't care,I just wanted to put my cock inside her, to feel her under me, impaled on myerection. I pushed harder, feeling her open a little bit. The response fromSally was to start sobbing and whimpering as I pushed with my whole body, drivingmy cock in deeper into her unwilling body.
With my cock half inside her cunt I pulled out and then drove back in again.Pushing, penetrating, sliding in hard in short jabbing strokes I felt my cockslide in deeper! As I pushed in and then withdrew in a rapidly increasing rhythmI knew that I wouldn't last long. The thrill of the rape was coursing throughmy whole body and I knew that I would cum soon. My body was slamming againsther body, driving in and out of Sally's slowly lubricating cunt and suddenlyI knew that I was about to cum!
My toes curled, my muscles tensed, my nerves were on fire as I felt thispowerful ball of pleasure explode inside me, resulting in spurt after spurtof cum blasting into Sally's cunt. My head and body snapped back in reaction,pushing my cock in deeper, my body pressed so tight against her body as myballs emptied what seemed like a gallon of cum into Sally's defenceless womb!As my cock erupted inside her Sally gasped loudly! What she must have feltat that moment as her cunt started to overflow with a rapist's cum!
My arms gave way as the powerful thrilling rush of my climax pulsed throughmy body and I collapsed onto Sally. She lay motionless underneath me exceptfor the quiet sobs that escaped her. I could feel my cock twitch inside hercunt as my breathing slowly came back to normal. But even the slightest movementof my body sent tremors of pleasure rippling through me as I lay so intimatelyjoined with Sally.
Sally raised her hands and placed them on my chest, pushing against me, obviouslywanting me to move off her and so I did. I looked down and watched as my glisteningcock slowly withdrew from her body until the only thing that joined us wasa string of white cum that stretched between the tip of my cock and Sally'scunt until it finally broke and the string of cum fell back onto her body.
I staggered to my feet and I stood at the side of the bed, running my handsthrough my hair as I gazed down at Sally. She didn't move as I looked at her,she lay very still, just the gentle rise and fall of her bare chest as shebreathed in and out. Her cunt looked red and sore, I watched as cum slowlyleaked from her. My cum…a rapist's cum.
Then, slowly and tentatively, Sally moved her hands to cover her cunt. Shegave a small cry of pain as her hands came into contact with her bruised bodyand she said in a small voice, "Are you still here? Have you finished? Please,are you still here?"
Fear took hold of me at the sound of her familiar voice! I looked round andhastily grabbed my shorts from the bedroom floor. I couldn't remove my tshirtfrom her face because then she would see me so I had to leave it. I knew thatSally couldn't have seen my face and I hadn't said one word during the wholerape so I felt confident she didn't know it was me but I didn't like to leavemy tshirt behind!
I walked quickly from the room and ran quietly down the stairs. I grabbedmy trainers from by the patio door and stood there for a brief second, takinga deep breath and looking around the garden. Seeing no one I pulled on my shortsand trainers and stepped quickly over towards the garden fence, jumping backinto my garden where for some stupid reason I felt safe.
But that was over two hours ago and now as time slowly ticks by I don't feelso safe. I'm sitting here in my home, no lights are on, and I'm in total darkness.I have showered and changed but I can still smell Sally, I can still feel thetightness of her cunt as I raped her.
I haven't heard the sound of sirens; no police cars had skidded to a haltoutside either my house or next-door. I have looked out of my windows but haveseen nothing, heard nothing so I now wait and wait and wait…
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