Do you remember the first time?

By Ashtree

The following is a work of fiction/fantasy. It is not intended to condone or encourage forced sex acts between women. All characters and events are fictitious

I can still remember the first time I raped another woman, it was a few years ago but the sexual thrill it gave me is still as vivid now as it was then. You notice I said “the first time”, the thrill I got I've never been able to recapture with normal sex, so since then I've raped other women on numerous occasions. What surprised me then but doesn't so much now is how easy it is to get away with. It's certainly easier than if I was a male raping women.

You see what I know now that I didn't know that first time, was that the shock and humiliation of being raped by another woman is usually enough to keep them quiet about their ordeal, I don't hold with this crap about rape victims enjoying it, I'd hate to think anyone but myself gets any pleasure out of the whole thing. So I can only assume it's the shame of the whole situation which keeps their mouths shut.

Being a lesbian I don't really need to force my women into submission; a lot of them I pick up in gay bars anyway, so from a sex point of view I was usually going to get them naked anyway. But ordinary sex with women bores me, there is no drug in the world which could give me the high I get out of wrestling some poor girl to the ground, stripping her naked and violating her captive body – I could crack a feeble joke and say it's better than sex, but I won't

But the other things that always stick in my mind about my first one was how strange it was; firstly I was only just 16 and the other woman was twice my age, secondly although I'd known for some time before then that I was a lesbian I'd never had any sexual experiences with anyone, let alone another woman, thirdly although I'd planned the actual rape for a few weeks I was probably as scared as she was while it was going on.

I guess I'll have to set the scene a bit. I was about 14 when I began to suspect I might be a lesbian; I didn't fancy boys as much as I fancied the women around me in school or in the small town I lived in, I had a long term crush on the woman, Angela, who lived over the road from us, she was about twice my age but every time I saw her I'd get little butterflies in my stomach. As I got older I began to play with myself while fantasizing about being in bed with her.

By the time I was approaching 16 I knew I was a lesbian, but in the small town I grew up in it would have been virtually suicidal to come out, and being a very solitary girl I didn't have a friend in whom I could confide anything like that, so at weekends I started going to the city about 40 mile from town and buying books about lesbians, but although they confirmed that they were out there they didn't do much to satisfy my curiousity about what lesbians actually did. So shortly before my 16th birthday I decided I would visit one of the sex shops in the city and see what magazines about lesbians there were.

I guess it's fortunate that I've always looked older than I am, so armed with a bit of fake i.d proclaiming I was 18 I entered my first sex shop. I have to admit it was a bit disappointing, just a few magazines amongst a pile of very non-pornographic stuff. The few male customers when I entered quickly left, which made my job a bit easier. Ignoring the malevolent glance of the assistant I walked over to the small section marked “Lesbian”, but before I got there something else caught my eye; it was a magazine cover showing a woman lying on a bed with her hands tied behind her while another girl was biting her tits, none too gently either. I immediately felt a tingle between my legs – this struck a cord with me, and I knew immediately that I wanted to be the girl doing the biting. To my delight there were quite a few of these types of mags so I grabbed 3 at random, and hurriedly paid the assistant (who probably made more from me than he would have done from the men I frightened off.)

I couldn't wait to read this stuff, so I went in a nearby pub, ordered a coke then went to the loo and locked myself in the cubicle and rapidly opened the 3 mags. They were all brilliant; all featuring very beautiful girls capturing, binding up and generally abusing other equally beautiful girls. I could almost feel the jigsaw pieces in my head slotting into place, very dark thoughts were swimming round my brain and my hand slipped between my legs in response to the delightful sensations there. I got so excited that I had to frig myself off there in a cubicle of a back street pub in a dodgy part of the city.

I spent the next 6 months constantly re-reading the stories and imagining myself in the dominant role, I no longer fantasized about just being I bed with the Angela; now I wanted her tied and helpless and unable to stop me doing whatever I wanted. Gradually, what had started out as a nice fantasy to help me get to sleep became a very dominant thought, I really wanted to do this. At some point over those six months the fantasy crystallised into a definite plan.

I knew I would have no trouble getting into her house, I had made a faltering attempt at making a pass at her once (well, I'd gone over to see her on some flimsy pretext and hope she'd make a pass at me), and still popped in every now and again, I also knew that even though she was twice my age I was physically a match for here- I was always good at sports such as Judo at school. All I had to do was make sure she'd be on her own for a couple of hours and that there was something in the house to tie her up with. The first thing was easy I just had to spend a few days observing her house to know that her husband went out to work at about 8.30 every day and didn't return until about 6 – perfect. I was also extremely pleased to see her routine never varied either' go shopping at 9 a.m. back at 10.30 and never went out for the rest of the day

I solved the 2 nd problem by pretending to want to borrow her hair dryer as mine was broken, as I'd hope she took me up to the bedroom to get hers and a quick glance round produced a couple of dressing gowns with long silken sashes. I imagine she thought the broad grin on my face as for the hair-dryer, stupid cow I thought.

During the summer holidays I finally decided to go through with my plan, I was alone in the house, both my parents being at work and I was getting increasingly horny at the thought of having the gorgeous Angela naked, bound and gagged in front of me. I knew I had the physical strength to rape her, what I had to build up was the mental strength as well. One Wednesday I just woke up and decided to do it.

I spent 90 minutes from 9 a.m. when she left to go shopping, until 10.30 when she returned, in an agony of uncertainty. What if she was out for the day? Would I still feel able to do it tomorrow? The relief I felt when she got out of her car can well be imagined. I gave her a few minutes to sort herself out then took a couple of deep breaths and went over to her house.

At first I'd intended to attack her as soon as she opened the door but something inside failed me, and I meekly asked if I could have a cup of coffee. Smiling she agreed and led me into the kitchen where she was washing up, watching her cute bum in her tight jeans soon restored my resolve and I knew I'd have her soon. As she made me the coffee I made an excuse to use the toilet which I knew to be upstairs near her bedroom, I tiptoed into her room and quickly slipped the dressing-gown cords off and fashioned them into slip-knots (Silently thanking my parents for making me join the Girl Guides), I slid one under a pillow and slipped the other into my pocket. After flushing the toilet I rejoined the unsuspecting Angela in the kitchen, she was still washing-up so I sat down to drink my coffee and try to focus m mind on the general chitchat she was offering. It was no use my mind was fixed on her body, while her conversation washed over me I felt a sudden detachment as I stood up quietly, felt in my pocket for the cord and prowled towards her.

I pinned her against the sink and grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her, she was too surprised at this point to even struggle or cry out as I held her wrists tightly and slipped them into the cord and pulled it tight. Now she began to struggle, but I pressed her harder against the sink easily subduing her feeble efforts.

“Jenny, what are you doing? Let me go at…” This was all she got out before I cupped my hand over her mouth.

“Shut-up bitch, I've got you now and I'm going to rape you” With my free hand I picked up a carving knife from the draining board and held it against her throat to reinforce my power “And you aren't going to stop me, are you?” She shook her head in agreement, her eyes wide with terror at the sudden turn of events. At least there was one of us who thought I might use the weapon.

I moved my hand from her mouth and grabbed a handful of her golden hair causing her to cry out in pain, I could already feel my pussy tingling so wanted to get onto the real action straight away. I pulled her away from the sink and, with the knife still at her throat, started to guide her through the house, at the bottom of the stairs I let the knife drop and pushed her upwards, as her gorgeous bum waved in front of me I couldn't help myself from suddenly pushing her onto her face on the stairs, sliding my hands round to unfasten her jeans and, as soon as they became loose pushing my right hand inside them to feel her bum-cheeks, her knickers felt silky and flimsy and then I pressed my crotch against her bum as I came. I nuzzled my mouth against her ear and muttered “Christ I've wanted to do this for so long, Angela, and we've got all day.”

I pulled myself up from her, and then slid one hand under her waist and grabbed her hair with the other and dragged her to her feet, I just wanted to get her into the bedroom and stripped off now, she was sobbing as I pushed her up the rest of the stairs, leaving the knife behind me – it had done it's job.

We crashed through the door into her bedroom and I let our momentum carry us over to the bed and I made sure she fell on it with me on top. I held her very tightly and buried my face in her long, blonde hair.

“Jenny, please let me go.” She wailed. This display of helplessness merely served to fire me up more.

“ Shut it, you bitch, do you really think that now I've got you here I'm going to just let you go?” I told her sharply, “ I'm going to enjoy every minute of this”

Then I started to undress her, I took off her shoes and slid her jeans down and off, then I ran my hands over her flimsy knickers before giving them a quick and savage tug, which to my immense satisfaction ripped them clean off. As I caught my first glimpse of her pussy my own started to ooze again, but before I could spend too long gazing at it Angela started to try and get up.

“You're going nowhere, you slut.” I shouted at her and threw myself across her, pinning her down while I rummaged under her pillows for the bind I'd hidden there earlier. I showed her what I'd found and mocked her in a sarcastic tone. “Oh, Angela, look what I've found. I do believe you were expecting me.”

The look of shock, astonishment and dawning realization that I'd planned this was written large across her face, but I had no time to dwell on it as held her ankles together and bound them tightly with the cord. I could have just left her wrists bound as they were, but I wanted her totally naked so I took a bit of a gamble and rapidly untied her wrists and started to pull her t-shirt up and over her head. I was lucky that she seemed to be in some sort of state of shock for she made no real resistance, which was probably just as well, and didn't seem to object when I unhooked her bra and let it fall from her. Then I pinned her wrists together again behind her and secured them with the cord. Now she was mine, now I could savour her.

As she lay trussed up on the bed, I stood in front of her and started to undress, chiding her all the while. “Christ, you're stupid Angela, you could have made it really difficult for me then, but you just blew your last chance of escaping what's coming to you.”

Whilst I was saying this I was getting down to jut my knickers, which were already quite damp. I knew immediately where they were going to go. I drew them off me and climbed onto the bed next to poor Angela holding them very visibly.

“Open wide, Angie, I've got a treat for you.” Instead of her mouth opening wide her eyes did instead, but it only too a second to force her jaws apart and stuff my wet panties in.

“No, no Jenny, no no nnnggghhff”

The sight of her lying naked on the bed, ankles bound and her wrists pinned behind her back, tear stained eyes looking up at me and only a few muffled sobs coming from behind the gag which was made from my own wet panties almost made me come on the spot – the feeling of power created a sexual surge which, to be honest hasn't really abated to this day. All my plans of taking my time and enjoying her at my leisure went straight out of the window. I pushed her flat on her back by her shoulders and covered her face in kisses, her tears tasting like sweet salt. My breath was coming in shallow gasps now as my excitement mounted.

She tried to turn her face away as I brushed her lips with mine so I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave it a painful twist which produced a satisfying squeal from behind her gag. “Hold still, Angie. This is just getting good,” I grunted as I kissed down her neck and shoulders towards her breasts.

For the first time in my life I was kissing another woman breasts, and there was nothing she could do to stop me. I kissed and licked each one with a frenzy, squeezing the nipples between my teeth, relishing the reaction I could produce in my captive as I bit harder. I dropped one of my hands between my legs to relieve the delicious throbbing there and fingered myself towards an orgasm. As the climax overwhelmed me I bit down hard on Angies's breasts causing her whole body to buck. I wrapped my legs around hers partly to pin her down but also to rub my pussy against her thigh as I came.

The only two sounds in the room were my panting and her sobbing.

“Jesus, Angie, that was incredible.” I gasped. For a minute I lay on top of her feeling her squirming underneath me. “ Oooh yeah, I like that.” I teased her as her thigh slid against my pussy. Then I remembered another thing from my magazines – spanking.

“ Hey, Angie, ever been spanked?” The frenzied shaking of her head told me this would be fun, so I forced her up until we were both sitting side by side on the side of the bed, I put my arm round her shoulders and kissed her on her cheek, ignoring her attempt to pull away. Despite her struggles I forced her down over my lap quite easily.

“God, you've got a beautiful bum Angie.” I told her, quite truthfully as I lusted at her behind, I couldn't resist running my hands up her thighs and squeezing and then viciously pinching her lovely buttocks, the effect on my crotch as hers was forced against it was tremendous.

“Well a spanking it must be then, since you have no objections.”

I spanked away for what seemed like ages; all the time reveling in the way Angie's bum jiggled thus way and that in a vain attempt to avoid my hand. Eventually my hand ached too much to carry on and I had to stop. I ran my hand down her legs and then forced it between them at her knees, then began to slide my hand up towards her pussy.

“OK, bitch, you say you've never been spanked, ever had a woman touch your pussy?” Her muffled protestations became muffled shrieks as I forced first one then two fingers into her dry pussy. The bitch wasn't enjoying this at all, I thought, what the hell, I certainly was.

I pulled my fingers out and pushed her onto the floor, which she hit with a sickening thud, I sat astride her back in an instant and pulled her head up by her hair. “Don't like it, huh? Will you like it more when you have to lick my pussy? You'd better like it, you whore.” Then I grabbed her round her waist and forced her back onto the bed on her face so I could examine my handiwork on her bum. Even though it glowed red it was still lovely and I couldn't resist kissing and licking her thighs and buttocks, then biting them to produce more of her delicious wriggles beneath me, I pushed my thumb against her anus watching fascinated as it seemed to wink at me. That would be worth exploring in future. I slid a finger inside her pussy again and moved it around until I felt a definite wetness. “ Oh Angie, if only you'd told me you like this I'd have raped you a lot sooner.” I laughed.

I could feel another orgasm coming on, so I rolled her onto her front and forced her lips apart and pulled my panties out, she gulped deeply a few times but not many as I held her head steady by her hair and forced one of my breasts into her mouth. “ Suck it, suck it.” I gasped and pinched her inner thigh to make sure she did. And she did, God, it was heaven, just like I'd always imagined her tongue would be. Pausing only to switch breasts I forced against her compliant tongue, this was too much and I knew I had to move on quickly. I swiftly moved up her body until my thighs were astride her neck and my pussy was only inches away from her mouth.

“Please, Jenny, no, no, don't make me” The tears welled up in her eyes as I lowered my wet lips onto hers.

“Lick that, baby.” I grunted and twisted her nipple hard “Lick it, or else”

She had no option, and I felt a tentative tongue probe my wetness, an electric shock ran through me as a woman licked my pussy for the first time and I guess it was due to my inexperience that I came immediately, I clenched my legs on her face and pushed it into my pussy as I arched back.

It was intense and by the time I let Angela come up for air she was almost suffocated. I slumped down across her, my lust finally spent. My thoughts finally came back to reality. What would happen when I let her go? I'd just committed rape and she could very easily go the law. I decided to play the little girl card. I began to get dressed, watching her with as cold a look as I could muster. “ Don't think about telling anyone about this” I warned her “ I'll just say you seduced me into an S+M thing that went too far. Face it, Angie, your twice my age, who'd believe you?”

I loosened her bands enough for her to struggle out and walked out of the room then my bravado left me and I hurtled down the stairs and ran home.

I must confess I spent the next few days in a state of absolute terror, expecting the Police round at any time, but as the days went by a creeping realization dawned on me that I'd got way with it. I knew then that women would never admit to being raped by women, a whole world of opportunities lay in front of me.

A week later I put this theory to the test by going back over to Angela's for coffee. I was right, she didn't say a word about my attack on her, but merely chatted away about this and that before I tired of it and dragged her upstairs to have my way with her again. And that's the way it was for the rest of the holidays, I had sex on tap whenever I wanted and however I wanted, sometimes rape, sometimes just dominance, because I know now there is a difference. Eventually I tired of the fact that Angela let me have her, a dark desire was on fire within me, and I knew that the only way I could get satisfaction was by taking women on my terms not theirs.

As I said at the beginning Angela was my first but by no means my last. The next time I might tell you about what happened a year later when I bought my first vibrator and paid a visit to the home of one of my teachers. See you then.