Raped by a classmate

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That day, my classmate suddenly called and said he needed to borrow a CD to install software and a few movie discs.
We're quite close, so I immediately agreed to come over. I took out the CD case to show him and asked him
what he needed. He seemed a little distracted as he picked through them, and then he put his right hand on the back of my chair. It felt like
I was in his arms. I had never been so close to a boy before, and my heart started racing, but I
tried to distract myself and talked to him about the software.
At that moment, he suddenly used his left hand to pull up my long hair and smelled it.
Although I was inexperienced at the time, I vaguely sensed the sexual implications of this action.
He let my hair down, and his arm slid down from the back of the chair to embrace me. I was surprised and looked up at him.
Without hesitation, his left hand reached out and pressed against my chest. Before I could react, he started unbuttoning my clothes
.
When his hot fingers touched my smooth skin, I regained the ability to speak. Before
I could even refuse him, he had already grabbed my breast. I developed early; I was already a B
cup . I often touched my own breasts, admiring those two semi-circular jade orbs in the bathroom mirror. So
I knew that when he held my breasts, his heart must have let out a sigh of admiration. I reached out and pushed him away, saying
no.
Actually, I knew that any resistance would be futile; he was so tall and strong, and I was no stronger than
a tenth of him.
This 17-year-old boy had completely taken advantage of my shyness, and began to ravage my breasts.
He was so strong that I couldn't help but frown and gasp: "Ouch!" He stopped immediately, only gently supporting my breasts.
I didn't dare look up at his eyes; I knew he wouldn't have lewd eyes like a pervert. He was a shy
boy, and we had always been like genderless friends. I never expected him to do this to me.
My mind was filled with chaotic thoughts. When I came to my senses, he had already led me to sit on the edge of my bed.
He pulled me onto his lap, his hands still caressing my breasts. I knew I was aroused
because I loved it when he touched me like that; it felt so good. I leaned against his shoulder, too afraid to speak
or move. He laid me down on the bed and whispered in my ear, "Take off your pants." I shook my head. He said softly, "Just let me see
, okay? I've never seen one before." I didn't know how to answer and closed my eyes. He took my consent and took off my
pants. I didn't have much pubic hair, and he gently parted my legs with both hands. I was afraid he would put his fingers inside me
because I had tried before and hurt myself, so I reached out and grabbed his hands tightly.
He whispered, "I won't touch you, I just want to look." I had no choice but to part my legs a little. He still was
n't satisfied and said, "I promise I won't touch you, I just want to see more clearly." I nervously let go of his hands, and he gently
parted my legs, looking carefully. After a while, I couldn't bear it anymore and closed my legs. He climbed over
and hugged me, saying, "The white fluid coming out of you is called 'vaginal fluid' in porn."
My God, I only knew that white discharge was leukorrhea; the name "vaginal fluid" was so lewd. I
closed my eyes in shame. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. I sensed his hesitation, then he pressed his
lips to mine again, putting his tongue in my mouth. At that moment, I thought of how he had defiled me, and I bit him hard. He
saw the resentment in my eyes, looked up at the clock, and said, "It's getting late, I'm leaving."
The next time I saw him, he acted as if nothing had happened, which infuriated me. I kept
thinking, why didn't I shout?
Soon, the holidays arrived. My parents went to work. I was at home rushing to finish my homework, thinking that once it was done,
I could .
Just then, the phone rang. Thinking it was just another chat with a friend, I answered and said hello, but then I
heard : "Can I come over?
" I was startled and scared, and yelled, "No!" and hung up.
But after hanging up, I regretted it a little; maybe I shouldn't have been so rough with him. Maybe he was calling to apologize.
Lost in thought, I couldn't continue my homework, so I found a movie to watch.
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. I habitually looked through the peephole, and the boy outside made my
heart race. I opened the door and let him in. He smiled at me, and I ran inside, sitting on the edge of the bed, my mind
blank.
He took off his shoes and came in, sitting beside me, naturally putting his arm around me, saying, "Did you miss me? I missed you so much."
No one was home, but I yelled at him, "You pervert, swear!"
He grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed: "I've liked you for a long time."
Although I couldn't hear him, I didn't doubt his words. He didn't date other girls.
Thinking this, he started undressing me again.
Perhaps with that "I like you" as an excuse, I actually obediently let him undress me. He kissed my smooth,
snow-white skin, kneading my well-developed breasts. Although I still felt insulted,
I was happy. Perhaps what I had always longed for was the caress of a man. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. He gently
kissed my lips. Our kissing technique was so clumsy, but it didn't affect our excitement at all. I
slowly started to bleed, and he looked at me between my legs with great interest, saying, "You're so slutty."
I felt humiliated and glared at him angrily. He continued, "I like you like this." Then he started taking off
his clothes . It was
the first time I'd ever seen a man's naked body, and I could hardly accept it, but I couldn't bear to close my eyes. It turned out that
men and women were so different. His upper body was an inverted triangle, with a broad chest, muscular arms,
a flat stomach, and below that… that ugly, red thing, staring at me with one eye. Its
shape made me feel threatened.
We hugged each other naked. He kissed my neck and said, "
It excites me to see porn women getting fucked so well. I want to be like you."
I suddenly trembled and said, "It'll hurt."
He was surprised: "You're still a virgin? Your ex-boyfriends never touched you."
I admitted, "We only held hands and kissed."
He said happily, "Great, a virgin… hehe."
His hands began to caress my body. At that moment, I realized that in his tall arms, I felt like
a Barbie doll. His breathing grew heavier, and I grew more and more frightened. His burning hot thing was pressed against my
leg , and he told me to spread my legs and clamp it between them. For some reason, whatever he asked me to do, I felt like I had no choice but to...
One thing had to be followed. He told me to squeeze my legs together, then he rolled over and
pinned a couple of times, saying, "That feels so good." I suddenly discovered a way to satisfy him, so I squeezed even tighter. He
started thrusting repeatedly between my thighs, pressing against my vulva . This lewd combination, almost like intercourse , felt incredibly stimulating, and my juices flowed out continuously. He used this lubricant to thrust . Suddenly he said, "I
need to pee ." I was saying, "Go to the toilet if you need to pee..." when scalding liquid was poured over my crotch. I had seen my ex-boyfriend masturbate with my hand, so I knew he had ejaculated. So I said, "You ejaculated." He awkwardly pulled his penis out, saying, "I don't even know what happened." I urged him to go take a shower, and he went to the bathroom, embarrassed . My sheets were wet. Soaked with something that I couldn't tell if it was vaginal fluid or semen. I pulled them down and threw them in the washing machine. He was in the bathroom; I could hear the water. Naked, with sticky discharge still dripping between my legs, I decided to take a shower too. His body was beautiful. Well-developed, well-proportioned muscles, long legs, a muscular chest and abdomen, very little body hair— I like clean men—plus his baby face, I couldn't help but hug his waist. He looked down at me, a smile appearing on his face: "Have you fallen in love with me?" I felt a pang of sadness. Loving me meant liking him. Love, I couldn't say. I still loved the boy I'd just broken up with. He was a very refined boy; the wildest thing he did with me was masturbate with my hand. He said: " You are my goddess, I don't want my goddess to be defiled by me." But, you know what? After that obscene act with that boy, I realized that sex is wonderful. Even playing sex games with a friend can make me feel so good; being pinned down on the bed by a lover must be blissful. His fingers pinched my nipple painfully, and I came to my senses. The love I'd lost was irretrievable; let me fall. I responded to him passionately. His lower body was now just a small, soft, pitiful thing. I stuck out my tongue to lick it, to suck it, to hold it in my mouth. He looked down at me, saying, "It feels good, keep going." I felt incredibly lewd and depraved, yet this feeling excited me greatly, and my lower body felt hot. Suddenly, he turned off the water, hastily wrapped me in a towel, and actually picked me up. My frantic mind couldn't think straight. As he placed me on the bed and kissed my body, I felt so happy I felt like I was floating. This feeling was even stronger than when I was attacked by love. He spread my legs to examine me, just like the first time. Perhaps his gaze was burning; I felt my lower abdomen burning. When I opened my eyes again, he was supporting himself with his hands, looking down at me. I smiled at him. He smiled too, and whispered, "Little slut." Then his lips fell again, from my eyes, lips, to my neck, breasts. As he continued downwards, I grabbed his hair and said coquettishly, "Lick my neck." So he climbed on top of me again, carefully kissing my neck. That tingling, itchy sensation spread throughout my body, and I lost all reason. When he parted my legs, I not only complied but also opened them wider. Something hard squeezed into the center of my labia. My vaginal opening was being opened for the first time. The pain brought me back to my senses , and I cried out: "It hurts! No!" I pushed against his chest. He pressed down on my legs with both of his, preventing me from moving , and continued pushing with one hand on that hateful thing. It hurt more and more; I punched him, pinched him, but he only managed to grab my wrists with one hand. It hurt so much; this was the tearing sensation described in books. I kept crying out to stop, stop. Seeing my pain, he finally stopped. I immediately relaxed, and tears welled up in my eyes. These tears were entirely from the pain. At that moment, I had no capacity to think about matters of chastity. Afterwards, he told me that I looked extremely pitiful, completely different from the wanton gleam in my eyes that he had aroused earlier . I was in excruciating pain and begged him to get out. He later said that seeing how much figured if I left, he would never let me in again, so he steeled himself and thrust all the way in at once. I almost fainted from the pain; I couldn't hear in one ear. With the other ear, I heard him say, "It 'll be over soon." He tried thrusting in and out a couple of times, but my remaining willpower held up. I weakly said, "Please, please pull out." He felt sorry for me; seeing my condition and my clitoris broken, he slowly withdrew. Because he remained erect, the withdrawal process was incredibly painful. He put on his clothes and leaned over me, asking, "Are you in a lot of pain?" I weakly confirmed. He stroked my hair and said, "The first time is over; you'll enjoy it next time." I reached out and took his hand, and he gently kissed my fingers. A little while later, I felt the urge to urinate, so I asked him to help me to the toilet. After urinating, I wiped myself with toilet paper and found it covered in blood. He said, "It's only just started flowing out? That explains why there was only a little bit on my penis ; it all flowed back in." I hurriedly asked him if there was blood on the bed; we had just done it right there on the edge of the bed, and we couldn't wash it now. He said, "Don't worry, I checked, there's no blood." I looked again at the bright red paper on my hand and threw it into the toilet without a second thought. My virginity, go down the drain. From now on, I will enjoy the pleasures of sex. The next morning, I still felt a little sore. He came again, of course, knowing I wouldn't go out, he came without even calling . We entwined naked on the bed, and he kissed my neck again, that tingling sensation causing a warm current to rush out of my vagina. I started playing with his already hard penis. He was a little hesitant, but I encouraged him to try inserting it. He murmured, "So lewd." This time he entered very carefully and slowly. Every step hurt, but when he was finally all the way in, I felt a sense of fullness and satisfaction. Yesterday, I only knew pain, I hadn't experienced this wonderful union. He would thrust in and out slightly, and I would cry out in pain. In the end, he had to stay still. After a while, he slowly withdrew. I felt bad for him, so I started licking his genitals. Perhaps his penis was too thick and long, as it kept getting bumped by my teeth, so he decided to stop me from giving him oral sex. He made me squeeze my legs together, and like our first time, he ejaculated between my legs. This time I had prepared something to cover myself, so I didn't have to wash the sheets. He laughed and said, "You little slut, you're all ready, just wanting me to fuck you." I angrily said, "We're good students, we can't talk like that." He said, "Good students are at school, now we're in bed." He put on a movie disc, and we lay down together to watch it, our skin in full contact. I don't know...

The thing is, my nectar flowed unknowingly during this contact, until it moistened his hand holding my soft, white
bottom .
The scene had reached a flirtatious moment, and I was about to tease him when he suddenly rolled over, making me lie on my back, and then, like
in the movie, lifted my legs. His red thing was once again looking imposing.
His penis slowly entered me, the pain growing increasingly subtle. The feeling of fullness filled me with satisfaction.
He began to move very carefully, with small movements. I could clearly feel the muscles of my vagina tightly gripping him,
moving with his movements. Gradually, I began to ignore the movements of my vagina, because an unprecedented
sensation was assaulting me. His thrusts were taking me to heaven with each stroke. I began to be dissatisfied with his speed,
urging him to hurry, hurry. He hesitated for a moment, then began to increase his speed. This sudden increase in speed made me
lose all reason; the tight thrusts, soaked in copious amounts of nectar, occupied all my attention. I began
to pant, my whole body burning, and I moaned, begging him to thrust harder, faster. It was the first time he'd ever seen a woman
become so wild during penetration, and he, too, became excited and
accelerated
his thrusts. With each rhythmic, vigorous stroke, I let out my first ever moan: Oh~~~! I'd never heard myself make such a sound before; it was an unintentional cry of pleasure escaping from deep within my throat. After that, I moaned along with his rhythm. He panted and asked if I was
enjoying being fucked, and I answered with even more intense moans. He thrust twice suddenly, a surge of heat rushing
deep into my body.
He lay on top of me, panting, before pulling out his now-soft penis. Looking at the long
, white strands of semen on the head of his penis, I suddenly remembered the possibility of pregnancy. Thankfully, my period had just ended before I lost my virginity, so
today should still be safe.

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