A rape…

Why did I do it? I don't know really. I didn't just wake up this morning and decide that today was the day that I would rape my neighbour. But that's just what I have done; I have just raped my neighbour, Sally. I have known for her, and her husband, for many years but today was different. Today I went round 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 in my opinion but that is no excuse for what I have just done. Sally is about forty, maybe forty-one and has kept her figure and her looks enough to draw second glances when she is out on the town. I have seen her in her swimsuit as 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 good is no excuse for what I have done…is it?

What was the trigger for my actions? Was it sitting in my garden, watching her underwear blowing in the wind as it dried, and imagining how she looked in just her panties? Or was it while sitting in her house last Sunday, watching football with her husband? Sally came in from sitting in the sun to sit down opposite us. She was soon bored with the football and dozed off. Tony, Sally's husband was engrossed in the football so he didn't notice what then happened…but I did! Sally was sitting almost exactly opposite me and as she drifted off to sleep she slumped back into her chair and as she did so her legs parted slightly. I tried to concentrate on the football but my eyes kept coming back to the view I had of her open thighs leading towards, from what I could see of them, Sally's white panties. Was seeing her panties the reason for what I did?

But maybe its best if I tell the whole story? You can then make your own mind up about what I did. The story starts early this Tuesday morning…

I remember looking out of the window while brushing my teeth and watching Tony load up his car with his bags, I knew he was going away on business as he had told me yesterday. He had told me this because he knew I had a day off and he wanted me keep an eye on the house while he was away because he knew I was a `good` neighbour!

Just as Tony started his car Sally came running out of the house, waving some papers, I guessed he had forgotten them. Tony opened the car door and Sally leaned in and handed him the papers, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she 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 robe tight around her as a gust of wind blew against her. Pulling her robe around her accentuated her figure and I watched with a voyeuristic thrill as another gust of wind blew apart her robe, revealing her bare legs to well above her knees.

As I watched Sally I continued to brush my teeth while my free hand drifted down to casually stroke my flaccid cock. Sally turned to wave a final goodbye to her husband, turning her back to me and letting me have a view of her back…and her curvy ass. Now she was some distance away from me but I would hazard a guess that Sally did not have much on under that robe! Sally still held the robe 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 she shut her door I looked down and realised that I now had a very stiff cock in my hand! I'm not ashamed to say that I sat back down on the bed and stroked myself to a very satisfying climax. The image I had in my head, as a fountain of 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 round the garden. It was cold and windy but the weather forecast promised sunshine in the afternoon so I decided to do some work inside the house and maybe spend some time in the garden later. Would events have been different if the day had 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 occasional tea break until one o'clock. I looked out of the window and saw that the sun had indeed come out and it now looked bright and sunny. I packed away my paints and went to change into a pair of shorts and t-shirt as I had decided that I 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 was in that corner that I decided to start my weeding. Beneath the weeping willow branches it was dark and cool and as I turned round to throw some weeds into a 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 from the line. I knew I was partially hidden by the weeping willow branches so I felt 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-cuts and a style, which I think was known as `boyshorts`? It looked as if Sally liked variety in her choice of underwear and I have to admit they all looked very sexy.

I felt such an intense voyeuristic pleasure in looking at Sally's underwear blowing in the warm breeze and as I gazed at them I started to remember the last view I had of her panties, last Sunday while she dozed, and that certainly made my cock stir in my shorts as I tried to imagine if the panties I had seen where on this washing line.

But if that same warm breeze hadn't suddenly gusted and blew the sheer curtains that shaded the patio doors next door maybe nothing would have happened? The breeze blew the curtains out, revealing that the patio door was open by about six 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 my painting and so had not noticed if she had left the house or not. There had been some daytime burglaries around the area so rather than be slack and just assume that Sally was home I decided to check.

The fence was low enough and I was athletic enough to jump over and so I did. 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 think it was the feeling that I shouldn't have jumped the fence, that I should have gone round the front of the house and knocked on the door to enquire if Sally was home. But jumping the fence made it seem, to my imagination anyway, that I 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 had walked out at that moment I expect I would've looked suitably embarrassed but then we would have both laughed as I explained my chivalrous presence in her garden. Maybe I would have got a cup of tea out of it for being so nice and neighbourly?

But no one came out to see what I was up to, no one seemed to see me or hear me 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 mind of its own and I watched as it moved towards the underwear, fingers outstretched as if to grasp the delicate feminine lingerie. But I didn't, I just shook my head 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 within myself that I was going to go inside their house. Ostensibly it was to check if 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 the darkness 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 then I 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 see me 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 felt different, it felt wrong but it was an exciting `wrong`. As I looked round all 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't a deliberate act on my part but more of a subconscious act…I took my trainers off. I carefully placed them by the patio door and flexed my bare toes in the carpet, the carpet tickling my feet. But did I take my trainers off to avoid bringing dirt into the house from the garden or was it to allow me to make my way round the house silently?

A few steps took me across the lounge and into the hall that led either into the kitchen, the dining room or upstairs to the bedrooms. Looking into the kitchen all I saw was neatness and cleanliness, Sally had obviously done her housework that morning; everything seemed to gleam in the sunlight. Nothing interested 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 galleried landing.

I should explain here how I was feeling. Well, to be honest I was feeling turned on; I was actually feeling as horny as fuck! I slipped my hand into my baggy shorts and caressed my semi hard cock, the touch of my hand sending tremors 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 then that before I left this empty house I would masturbate, I would leave my cum in 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 room that 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 the house, 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 increased the rather nasty sexy feeling that I had…I took my tshirt off! So there I was, standing on the landing, holding my tshirt in my hands as I felt the cool air wash over my bare chest.

My footsteps were silent on the carpeted landing as I moved towards the door to Sally's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, open by about six inches allowing me to see partly inside. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks…from where I was standing at the open door I could just see two jean-clad legs lying on 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 my house for a stiff drink! I needed a stiff drink to calm my heart, it was beating so fast! Because Sally, who I presumed had gone out, was in fact lying on her bed in her fucking bedroom…and I was standing outside her fucking bedroom door in just my fucking shorts with a raging fucking erection!

But I wasn't thinking…well, not with my mind anyway! I reached out my hand and pushed gently against the door. I was glad that Tony maintained his house so well because the door opened silently, with no creaks. As it slowly opened more of Sally was revealed to my curious but hungry gaze.

She was dressed in jeans and blue fleece that I recognised as being clothes she 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 have an afternoon nap, not bothering to get changed. But at that moment, because my mind and body was suffused with the sudden desire to have this woman, she would not have looked any sexier even if she had been wearing a see thru black silk negligee! My eyes travelled up and down her body, from her bare feet and up her legs, over the swell of her hips, her slim waist and then finally up to her head, crowned by her thick blonde hair.

Sally was lying on her side, facing away from me. As I stared at her I knew that she was asleep because I could hear her gently snoring. Hearing her snoring made 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 her bedroom, watching her as she slept. I'm not sure what I was thinking but did I just intend to watch, getting a voyeuristic thrill from it? And then leaving quietly, possibly to masturbate later? Maybe I did intend to do nothing but watch 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 left quietly. Well, that's what I tell myself as I sit here now but maybe I'm kidding myself? But she did start to stir and I panicked! Sally lifted her arm as if she was about to turn and stretch and I threw myself on the bed! I still had my tshirt in my hand and I placed it over Sally's head, pulling the tshirt down over her face, effectively blinding her and preventing her from seeing who it was attacking her!

I have to admit it was quite a struggle! Sally fought like a tigress and she twisted and writhed under me as I held her face down, keeping the tshirt over her eyes, blinding her. Sally grunted loudly as she fought wildly against me. The effect of her body under me, struggling and fighting, as I straddled her was quite a turn on I can tell you. I had to really exert all my strength to stop her from escaping me but finally her strength seemed to give out and she settled down. Suddenly everything was quiet except for our heavy breathing.

But then she suddenly started again, fighting and struggling to get away from me! She almost caught me by surprise and if I hadn't held onto her tight I think she would thrown me from the bed! As it was she went quiet again and this time I heard her speak for the first time, "Please let me go? I won't tell anyone about this if you go now!"

"My…my…my husband will be home anytime now so you'd better go! Please let me go, don't hurt me! Please…!" Sally was pleading with me, well with her unseen assailant anyway but at that moment I don't think I 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 hand tight against her mouth and Sally fell silent, her desperate pleas replaced by sobs. I kept my hand over her mouth for a minute or so just so she got the message to remain silent.

I leaned back slightly, still holding her tight but now allowing my hands to caress her upper body. I placed my hand fully over her breast and squeezed hard, she mewled in pain as I continued to squeeze, I could feel her nipple under the palm of my hand. As I fondled her breast I knew that this was wrong but I couldn't stop, I couldn't take back what I had already done and so, God help me, I continued my attack on Sally.

I wanted to use both hands so I reluctantly left fondling her breast and started to twist and tug at the tshirt covering her face, tying the sleeves so it was secure. It made an effective mask and as the tshirt material was thin, it was an old running top; she had no difficulty in breathing. But she couldn't see anything except for shadows and fuzzy shapes. Sally must have been terrified but I honestly didn't care at that moment, all I wanted was to 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 sure she would have felt my erection pressing against her body as we had struggled and when I started to pull her fleece up, revealing her breasts in her lacy black bra I'm sure she had no illusions about what was to happen! Sally lifted her hands to fend me off but I slapped them away repeatedly until she got the message 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, squeezing and twisting them as I pushed her bra up and over her tits. I was almost drooling with excitement at that moment, as I took in the sight of her 36C tits in my mauling hands. Taking both of her nipples I pinched them hard, loving the springy feel of them in my fingers. This elicited more moans and sobs from Sally and as I squeezed and pinched I looked down and saw my erection pushing hard against my 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 my eyes anyway, senseless display of modesty. At the time I wondered why she didn't attempt to remove my tshirt from her face but I now realise she must have thought she 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 her blue jeans, undoing the button and starting to pull the zip down. Her hands left her breasts and reached down to grab at her jeans but again I slapped at her hands, beating her hands away. To reinforce the point, making sure she did not interfere I suppose, I did something next that I am ashamed of…I smacked each of her breasts, hard! I know it sounds very odd to say that I felt ashamed doing that one thing when I should have felt ashamed of the whole awful 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 think she had got the message because when I started to tug at her jeans, pulling them down, she didn't try and stop me. I had to pull hard as Sally did nothing to help me in removing her tight jeans and finally when they were down to mid thigh I stopped and took a breather. I stared hungrily at the sight before me. Pulling her jeans down and caused her white cotton panties to be partly pulled down as well, revealing a hint of gingery blonde pubic hair. But I waited for a few seconds, my hands hovering above her waist, as I wanted to prolong this 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 did stop and I casually looked round the bedroom. Maybe I was being deliberately cruel to Sally as I took in the sights around me. I was prolonging the suspense for 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 experience as I felt detached from it all. If you had asked me this morning if I was a bad man I would have indignantly replied a definite no! But here I was, only a few hours later, beating and stripping a defenceless and innocent woman prior to raping her.

I realised that to fully remove her jeans and panties I would have to get off her and so I did. But I was watching her carefully as I moved from her to kneel at the side of her on the bed. I didn't want her bolting away from me; 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't resist at all, not a word, a struggle, nothing at all. I threw her jeans onto the floor and then ran my hands up and down her bare legs. As my hands reached the 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 could feel her body tense even more as my thumbs pressed on her pussy, pressing against the white cotton, allowing me to see the shape of pussy lips through the thin material, caressing my fingers against her mons, feeling the inviting warm softness of cunt.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and this time I didn't hesitate. I pulled her panties down slowly, relishing in the feeling of power that surged through me. For this moment in time Sally, my neighbour's wife was mine to use as I wished. I didn't think of anything at that moment except the thrill of seeing her pussy slowly appear before my eyes as I slid her panties down her legs. When they were down around her feet I pulled one foot out and left the panties tangled round one ankle.

Putting one of my hands on each of her ankles I spread her legs wide. I looked up and again Sally made an attempt at modesty, she covered her pussy with both hands, shielding it from my gaze. I looked at her face, I could see her breathing beneath 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 that within a few minutes I would be fucking her, raping her on her own bed. I took a deep breath and reached for her hands that still shielded her cunt and gently laid 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 spread legs and then, my cock pointing like a spear towards her cunt, I moved to lie above 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 my erection. I pushed harder, feeling her open a little bit. The response from Sally was to start sobbing and whimpering as I pushed with my whole body, driving my 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 cock slide in deeper! As I pushed in and then withdrew in a rapidly increasing rhythm I knew that I wouldn't last long. The thrill of the rape was coursing through my whole body and I knew that I would cum soon. My body was slamming against her body, driving in and out of Sally's slowly lubricating cunt and suddenly I knew that I was about to cum!

My toes curled, my muscles tensed, my nerves were on fire as I felt this powerful ball of pleasure explode inside me, resulting in spurt after spurt of 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 my balls 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 felt at 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 through my body and I collapsed onto Sally. She lay motionless underneath me except for the quiet sobs that escaped her. I could feel my cock twitch inside her cunt as my breathing slowly came back to normal. But even the slightest movement of my body sent tremors of pleasure rippling through me as I lay so intimately joined with Sally.

Sally raised her hands and placed them on my chest, pushing against me, obviously wanting me to move off her and so I did. I looked down and watched as my glistening cock slowly withdrew from her body until the only thing that joined us was a string of white cum that stretched between the tip of my cock and Sally's cunt 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 hands through 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 she breathed in and out. Her cunt looked red and sore, I watched as cum slowly leaked from her. My cum…a rapist's cum.

Then, slowly and tentatively, Sally moved her hands to cover her cunt. She gave a small cry of pain as her hands came into contact with her bruised body and 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 and hastily grabbed my shorts from the bedroom floor. I couldn't remove my tshirt from her face because then she would see me so I had to leave it. I knew that Sally couldn't have seen my face and I hadn't said one word during the whole rape so I felt confident she didn't know it was me but I didn't like to leave my tshirt behind!

I walked quickly from the room and ran quietly down the stairs. I grabbed my trainers from by the patio door and stood there for a brief second, taking a deep breath and looking around the garden. Seeing no one I pulled on my shorts and trainers and stepped quickly over towards the garden fence, jumping back into 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 feel so 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 the tightness of her cunt as I raped her.

I haven't heard the sound of sirens; no police cars had skidded to a halt outside either my house or next-door. I have looked out of my windows but have seen nothing, heard nothing so I now wait and wait and wait…

Grahame