Telephone ban story

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Xiaoxue and I ended our six-year courtship and finally held a grand wedding at the XX Cathedral. Relatives and friends praised us as a perfect couple, casting admiring glances our way, especially my parents and Xiaoxue's parents, who were overjoyed. They thought we were attracted to each other's looks, figures, and education, but they were too superficial. Our love for each other had already transcended to the spiritual realm—a forbidden spiritual realm.

We are both Christians, and sexual desire was absolutely forbidden before marriage. In fact, Xiaoxue only gave me her virginity, which she had preserved for twenty-three years, on our wedding night. But during our long adolescence, like everyone else, we needed the nourishment of lust. We relied on the telephone—telephone calls in the middle of the night, hiding in bed to confide in each other. On the phone, we occasionally whispered forbidden stories that made our blood boil. And one of the real reasons we loved each other was this spiritual satisfaction.

Marriage felt like the removal of mental shackles; lust was no longer forbidden. I decided to compile our pre-marital phone stories as a memento and a way to share the joy of our pre-marital, forbidden world.

A few points to clarify: I can't recall all the details of those stories, so some embellishments are inevitable. The order of the stories is also random; I'll just write them down as they come to mind. Also, these are just stories from the phone; our daily lives before marriage were perfectly normal.

(First Story) Anonymous Admirer:

We were sophomores in college that year. That night, as usual, we were under the covers, telling surreal, forbidden stories on the cordless phone.

"That rapist confessed yesterday. He said he strangled the girl because she screamed while he was raping her. Did you see that news in the newspaper this year?" I whispered.

This was a voice only Xiaoxue, the girlfriend on the other end of the line, could hear.

"Hmm, so pitiful. If she hadn't screamed, she probably wouldn't have died." Xiaoxue's voice was even lower. She lived in a temporary dormitory at the university, afraid of being overheard.

Temporary dormitories were provided by the university for students who couldn't apply for regular dormitories. Not only were the rent three times higher, but because they weren't regular dormitories, the rules were looser, and random people often came and went. Many couples liked to stay here, making it convenient for ghosts to mingle.

Xiaoxue's home wasn't far from the school, so she wasn't eligible for a dormitory, but she wanted a place where she could concentrate on her studies, so she lived in this temporary dormitory. Of course, it also made it convenient for me to visit her anytime.

It was late at night, and my lust was stirring again. Hearing Xiaoxue say this, I started teasing her, saying, "So you're saying that if a man came to rape you, you wouldn't scream and would just let him do as he pleased?"

"You're so mean, saying that about your girlfriend..." Xiaoxue said coquettishly, but I could tell she wasn't angry with me.

"However, I think if I were really raped by a bad guy, I would only struggle, not scream. Otherwise, if I angered him, he might really kill me. And if he stripped me naked and I screamed, and someone else ran in, your girlfriend would be completely exposed."

"Tell me a story!" Hearing Xiaoxue say this, my penis became hard, and my hand intentionally or unintentionally touched it, hoping to soothe the swelling pain: "I get excited thinking about you being raped by other men..."

"Okay. Hmm... I'll tell you a story, I guarantee you'll be able to masturbate freely after hearing it! Hehe!" Xiaoxue said playfully: "Do you remember someone who claimed to admire me wrote me an anonymous letter?"

"I remember. You're beautiful, I'm not surprised at all that someone has a crush on you."

"Okay then, I'll tell you a story about the man who wrote the anonymous letter and me..."

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My hands trembled as I picked up the anonymous letter. The signature was again that "the big man who admires you," the third one already. The letter contained the same obscene language:

"...That day you were wearing a short skirt, walking down the dormitory stairs. I happened to be walking up and saw your alluring legs. You were wearing such a short skirt, without stockings, letting your two bare legs swing back and forth in front of me. You even hopped down the stairs, and I could see your panties from below—pinkish-blue, with some pattern, right?

When I got closer, I realized your tight t-shirt exposed your beautiful figure, your two round, large breasts swaying uncontrollably, and your shoulder-length hair exuding a youthful fragrance. You used Meishi shampoo, didn't you? I can't be wrong! You bitch, do you know how much I wanted to pin you down on the stairs and fuck you a few times?"

Imagine this: I dragged you to the stairs, to that garbage room where nobody usually comes. I threw you in there, and you fell to the ground. Your short skirt couldn't cover your underwear, so I grabbed your smooth thighs, ripped your t-shirt open, and roughly squeezed your large breasts. While you were struggling, I pulled down your underwear and spread your legs wide.

You can't imagine how big my penis is, hehe, you'll definitely know. When my penis enters your vagina, you'll feel it!

I grabbed your legs, my penis going in and out of your vagina, raping you. You'll scream as I rape you, and I'll grab your neck to stop you from screaming. If you still scream, I'll strangle you to death, and then I'll necrophilia you. Tomorrow's newspaper will read: "College Beauty Raped and Murdered...

Haha... Even if you're dead, I still deeply love you.

From your loving man."

After reading this anonymous letter, I was so frightened I could barely stand, sitting frozen in my chair. What frightened me wasn't the obscene language in the letter, but how realistically it was written; every detail was described exactly as it appeared. The most terrifying thing was that the anonymous letter was neatly placed in my drawer, meaning the man had already visited my dorm.

After receiving that letter, I stopped wearing short skirts and tight t-shirts. Instead, I wore loose t-shirts and baggy pants, no longer letting anyone see my figure. I even tied my hair up, no longer letting it flow freely. Of course, my boyfriend was the most disappointed. Because of his religious beliefs, he could only admire me with his eyes, unable to touch me. Now that I was fully covered, he definitely missed out on some fun.

Two months later, the anonymous letters stopped coming. It seemed my conservative attire had lost his interest. My heart calmed down a bit, but of course I still didn't dare to relax. I continued with this conservative attire. Even after showering in the communal bathroom, I would put on a loose-fitting t-shirt and padded pants. The thick material meant that even if I wasn't wearing a bra, no one could tell.

Midnight was bedtime, and the once bustling temporary dormitory began to quiet down. After showering, I took my change of clothes and went into the dormitory. I opened the wardrobe and threw the clothes into the plastic bucket inside. The paid washing machine wasn't cheap; I usually only did laundry every two days to make it cost-effective.

I locked the door; ever since the anonymous letter incident, I'd been extra careful with my belongings. I took out my pajamas from the wardrobe and prepared to change in front of the mirror. I wasn't wearing anything under the thick t-shirt, and of course, the curtains were already drawn, so I crossed my arms and pulled the t-shirt up. My little belly was exposed in the mirror—smooth and beautiful. I thought I could compete in the Miss World pageant with a figure like that!

My eyes suddenly fell on the bed behind me in the mirror. Ah! A man sat calmly on the bed, even smiling slightly at me.

I turned around and stared at him in shock, my blood seemingly freezing.

He looked to be at least 180 millimeters tall, weighing almost 100 kilograms, somewhat like a world boxing champion, but with a menacing appearance and a full beard.

"I told you I'd come and rape you!" the man said to me. "Little darling, come here!"

I approached the door, thinking that I could escape as soon as I reached out and opened it, but my arms and legs wouldn't obey me. A simple movement took me a long time; my nervous hands couldn't turn the door. By the time I did, the man had already rushed to my side and slammed the door shut again.

He picked me up, but he twisted my arms behind my back with great force. I opened my mouth in pain, but dared not scream. The anonymous letter described that if I screamed, he would strangle me. I didn't want to die so soon; I had a boyfriend who loved me deeply!

My open mouth became the prey of his foul mouth. His lips pressed against mine, kissing my lips, and his tongue tried to enter my mouth. Of course, I kept my teeth closed, trying to stop him. But he twisted my arms, forcing me to open my mouth. His tongue, like a snake, burrowed into my mouth, teasing it. Foul-smelling saliva flowed into my mouth with his tongue, making it full. I had no choice but to swallow some of it.

After he forcibly kissed me, he said, "You really are a beautiful girl. We're so close, you're even more captivating than when I saw you on the stairs."

I tried to beg him to let me go, but he shoved me hard onto the bed, the force causing me to fall heavily to the floor with my legs dangling over the edge.

"You filthy bitch, I told you I'd rape you, and you'd better be careful!"

"I...I was prepared...I'm wearing thick clothes...I'm not sexy anymore..." I stammered.

"Hmph! Aren't you even more alluring in these loose clothes?" The man pressed down on me, one large hand gripping my hands, the other reaching under my oversized t-shirt, saying, "Look, wearing this kind of t-shirt, are you trying to make men reach in and touch your breasts?"

"No..."

Before I could protest, his rough hand was already squeezing my tender breasts. He might be right; wearing such loose clothes without a bra, wasn't I completely vulnerable to his violation? His hands were on my breasts, kneading and squeezing them hard. I think he squeezed them so hard they were deformed.

Although it hurt, I didn't dare to cry out, only letting out soft "ah ah" sounds.

Fortunately, the pain didn't last long, because his thumb was on my nipple, rubbing it clockwise, and my whole body went numb, waves of pleasure spreading from my chest to other parts of my body. Seeing that I was getting aroused, he pinched my nipple hard.

"Ah...no...it hurts..." I cried softly.

"You filthy bitch, I'm going to rape you now, not give you pleasure!" After saying that, he released my hands with his rough hand, but grabbed my long hair and slammed my head against the bed a few times. My bed had a foam mattress, so it didn't hurt too much, but it made me dizzy.

His hand grabbed my head, and I saw his two terrifying, bloodshot eyes, as if he were drunk. He pressed his thick, pig-like snout against me again, kissing my mouth repeatedly. His other hand, tired of playing with my breasts, moved downwards, unbuckling my tattered pants and pulling down the zipper. The pants were loose and easy to pull off.

I vaguely understood his intentions and tried to struggle, but could only make muffled sounds. His body was as strong as a tree trunk, pressing me down until I couldn't move. His rough hand easily slipped inside my underwear, past my soft pubic hair, to my vulva, his rough middle finger digging into the crevice of my vagina.

My whole body trembled again. The feeling was awful, but I had no choice. My tightly pressed thighs couldn't stop his middle finger from advancing, and eventually both his middle and index fingers were inserted into my vagina, digging and probing. Waves of uncontrollable sensations left me completely powerless.

He stood up and pulled down my underwear and trousers, then took off his own pants. I tried to struggle to sit up.

"Don't move, you bitch, or I'll kill you if I get angry!" he said, waving his huge fist in front of me as he pulled down his pants. I was too scared to move; he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

I saw his huge penis, which he pulled out of his underwear, and I was terrified. It was thick and large, covered with veins, the glans was a deep reddish-brown, about the size of a tennis ball, and the shaft was hairy, as if it hadn't been bathed in days, emitting a pungent odor.

"No... please let me go... I'm not pretty..." I pleaded. At that moment, pleading was the only option I could think of.

"You filthy bitch, you deserve it! Wearing sexy clothes all day, you clearly begged me to fuck you!"

He pressed down on me again, spreading my legs wide, lifting my waist, making my mons pubis thrust towards his thick glans. His bear-like waist pressed against my crotch, then with a thrust, he forced his glans into my vagina.

"Ah...ah..." I almost screamed. The tearing sensation contorted my face. I felt a hot, hard rod plunging into my vagina—it was a nightmare for any young girl. As a child, I had a fear of my vagina; there was a small hole down there, and how terrifying it would be if a hard rod were inserted. Now this nightmare had actually happened.

But I dared not scream too loudly. This bastard on top of me might be a murderer. If I screamed, he would surely strangle me. He said in his letter that he wanted to commit necrophilia—how horrible! I gripped the sheets tightly, hoping the pain would pass quickly.

But the pain didn't lessen. The man's penis plunged straight into my vagina. My hymen couldn't stop his assault. With another forceful thrust, his entire eight-inch-long penis was inside my untouched vagina. I closed my eyes tightly, tears streaming down my cheeks, but I bit my lower lip, refusing to cry out.

The man thrust in and out a few times, and my body began to betray me. An exciting pleasure spread throughout my body. His huge glans scraped against my vagina, the soft pubic hair prickling my labia. When his penis withdrew, it pulled my clitoris out, and the pubic hair prickled against it again.

The pain lessened, replaced by waves of pleasure, a pleasure of being violated. I hated my body, being raped by a strange man, and even experiencing waves of pleasure. Was I really the filthy whore that man described?

I forgot the pain of being humiliated, my whole body arching my back and twisting my body with his thrusts, like a little slut hoping to be ridden and fucked by the man.

Seeing that I was completely subdued, he took off my t-shirt, and my cool body quickly warmed up. As I twisted my back, my two large, round breasts shamelessly swayed in front of the man. My vagina and breasts felt like they were being bitten by ants. His huge penis filled my vagina, yet my two breasts also longed for him to touch them!

The man seemed to understand my feelings, his rough hands grasping my breasts and kneading them incessantly.

"You filthy bitch, say you love me, you love me touching your breasts and fucking your vagina!" the man said breathlessly.

I shook my head, ignoring him.

He suddenly pulled out his penis, ignoring me, and laid me naked on the bed. A terrible emptiness overwhelmed me. Even though he was a rapist, his thick penis still stained with my virgin blood, I desperately wanted him to continue raping me.

"No...don't do this to me..."

"Then tell me!"

"I...I love you...I like it when you use your big penis to penetrate my...my pussy." I whispered, blushing.

"Okay, I knew you were a slut." He pressed down on me again, his huge penis thrusting into my pussy once more, scraping it with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Yes...I'm a slut...I want you to fuck me harder..." Actually, I was already delirious at this point, and I blurted out what was on my mind.

His words, stimulating me, made him thrust even harder into my vagina. I pressed his hands against my chest, letting him squeeze my breasts.

"Come on, Xiaoxue, beg me to fuck you hard!" He called my name for the first time, shocking me again, but pleasure had overwhelmed my reason.

I saw his face turn red, his breathing rapid, his body uncontrollably surging against me, concentrating all his energy on his large penis, thrusting hard into my vagina, afraid he would tear my virginity. My vagina couldn't help but leak vaginal fluid.

"I really like being raped by you... fuck me hard... ah..." I groaned incessantly, my breathing becoming difficult.

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