Bride raped

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This midsummer was sweltering. I had only recently gotten married. My wife and I were tired of staying in the city and decided to go to the Yangtze River to enjoy the moon and cool off. What should have been a beautiful day turned into our darkest memory. That night, the moonlight was beautiful. My wife, a recent college graduate in her early twenties, now teaches Chinese at a local school. She loves picnics, saying they're very romantic. I thought it was a great idea, so I packed some biscuits, canned meat, and a few cans of beer and excitedly went with her to the riverbank.
Our small town isn't far from the Yangtze, and my wife and I rode our bikes there in no time. Wearing a white top and white pants, riding a trendy bicycle, her figure and shape were even more captivating, especially her full, rounded buttocks, which swayed as she pedaled, attracting countless lustful glances from men along the way.
We found a grassy area below the riverbank and sat down. The moon reflected in the water, a vast and beautiful expanse. My wife and I chatted and drank, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. As dusk settled, the surroundings became deserted. Besides my wife and me, no one else would come to this secluded riverside in the darkness. Under the moonlight, my wife's large, clear, dark eyes, soft, full red lips, and delicate, petite nose framed her beautiful, pure, quiet, and elegant face. Her smooth, rosy cheeks and delicate features were truly endearing. My wife also possessed a slender, graceful figure: soft, snow-white arms, beautifully rounded, long legs, slender, smooth calves, and a pair of youthful, alluring, mature, fragrant, full, and high breasts. Combined with her delicate, smooth, and jade-like skin, she was truly a graceful and elegant woman. I became increasingly captivated by her naked beauty. So, I boldly unbuttoned my wife's clothes, letting her drink with me naked. My wife playfully scolded me a few times, but still managed to remove all her clothes. Her snow-white, voluptuous body was even more alluring under the bright moonlight. Her breasts were full and firm, her buttocks round and plump, and even her genitals resembled a hazy ink painting. Unable to resist, I took advantage of the wine's influence and made love with her on the soft grass.
I had my wife lie face down on the ground, her full buttocks slightly upturned, and a slit of flesh could be vaguely seen between her legs, her genitals completely exposed before my eyes. Her labia were very thin, almost invisible when pressed between her legs, leaving only a thin slit of her vulva, opening and closing slightly with her movements, revealing a touch of tender pink in the moonlight. Below her vulva was a small protrusion, with some glistening droplets of fluid on it—her vaginal fluid, of course. I hadn't expected my wife to be so excited today; my penis involuntarily hardened, pointing straight for her target. I hugged her waist from behind, the head of my penis just touching her snow-white buttocks. She turned to me and smiled, grabbing my penis with one hand. I felt my body tremble, a subtle pleasure rising from below. She pulled my penis forward, rubbing her body against the head of my penis. I closed my eyes, caressing her soft waist and buttocks. I felt my whole body enveloped and melted by warmth and softness. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her tightly in my arms. She responded obediently, warmly welcoming me into her flower gate. I entered her from behind, occasionally kneading her breasts while my other hands continuously caressed her vulva. My wife's vagina has always been plump, and with me fucking her, it seemed even larger. Her two fleshy lips enveloped my fingers and glans, as if they wanted to suck them deep into her vagina. Her full breasts bounced with her movements, and waves of flesh rippled across her body... I thrust faster and faster, all my sensations concentrated on one point. It was as if a voice inside my body was saying, "Faster, faster..." My wife began to contract her vaginal muscles forcefully, sucking on my penis. I finally reached the peak of pleasure, inserting my penis deep into my wife's depths, stopping there, feeling gushes of heat gushing out...
The sky was our blanket, the earth our bed, and only the full moon watched over us. We were so engrossed that we began wave after wave of orgasms. We had been having sex outdoors since our marriage, so today felt especially novel and exciting. My wife also moaned loudly. She never dared to make a sound during sex at home, afraid of being heard by the neighbors, and she even carefully controlled the extent of my movements. But today, we were both liberated. Just as we were passionately making love, three dockworkers passing by on the riverbank heard my wife's unrestrained and intoxicating moans. They quietly crept down the embankment and came to our side. My wife and I were still unaware, our bodies intertwined, passionately kissing and thrusting... After the three men came over, they first peeked from the shadows. After watching for a while, they couldn't restrain themselves. Seeing that no one was around, they boldly picked me up, who was still writhing on top of my wife. My wife and I were naked in front of three strangers, terrified and not knowing what to do. My wife was even more ashamed, burying her head in shame, unsure whether to cover her breasts or her genitals with her hands. I shouted in a trembling voice for them to get away. They heard my fear in my voice and instead laughed, bending down to touch my wife's breasts. My wife screamed and cursed them for being lewd, kicking them. The fat man and the thin man held down my wife's feet and groped her wet genitals. They had clearly touched my wife's wet vulva. They withdrew their hands, sniffed it, and laughed, "Wow! So much water, smells really good." I wanted to fight them, but the tall man among them slapped me so hard I deflated, half my face swelling up. He alone was no match for my wife and me, let alone with the fat man and the thin man beside him. "Behave yourselves, or we'll break your necks and throw you into the river." They spoke gruffly, but were strong, probably laborers working at the nearby riverbank docks. "But don't worry, as long as we have our fill of your beautiful wife, we promise we won't kill you."
At that moment, I truly hated the Mid-Autumn Festival moon; it had allowed them to immediately recognize my wife as a beautiful and charming woman. Otherwise, they might have let us go. We softened again and began to beg them. My wife's tears flowed incessantly, repeatedly calling them "Big Brother, Big Brother..." making her look like a pear blossom in the rain, even more pitiful. But they were all uncouth men, completely lacking in tenderness and compassion. They ignored my wife's pleas, only praising her shapely buttocks, her amazing figure, and her white breasts, saying she was a thousand times better than any rural woman. My wife and I couldn't bear to listen anymore, wishing we could cover our ears.
At this moment, the fat man impatiently buried his head in my wife's breasts, greedily sucking on them. My wife was too frightened to speak, closing her eyes, tilting her head back, and curling up beneath him with her legs together, pleading, "No... Brother, don't do this..." "Hehe, little beauty, just go for it. Even your husband isn't saying a word, what are you still yelling for?" the fat man said, releasing her nipples, sitting on the ground, holding her in his arms, his hand continuing to grope down her smooth abdomen. As we passed through the lush, soft grass, he paused briefly before continuing his exploration of her treasures, inserting his middle finger into his wife's delicate petals, letting out pleasurable moans from his nose… Seeing our timidity, the men demanded my wife's cooperation. If she resisted even slightly, I would be beaten; to spare me from the beatings, she had no choice but to submit to their will. They made her moan, and she could only let out tearful moans; they made her spread her legs, and she had no choice but to spread them wide; they made her lie down, sticking her buttocks out, and she would writhe herself, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, raising her plump buttocks high, exposing her narrow anus and vulva… I shook my head in anguish, overwhelmed by regret, helplessness, embarrassment, and anger. My wife, a college graduate, was being played with by a few ugly dockworkers—a humiliating disgrace! Yet I was powerless to help! I couldn't bear to watch this scene, yet I desperately wanted to see their despicable acts.
The skinny man pressed down on my wife's soft, firm body, pressing her moist, fragrant lips against his. His tongue, like a snake, slithered between her teeth, chasing and entwining with hers. The fat man's hands then slipped under my wife, slowly kneading her firm, full buttocks, occasionally squeezing inwards, while his massive penis, nearly twice as thick as mine, gradually pushed into my wife's core. My wife had never been naked and embracing two men before. Her body was naturally sensitive; her vagina was already a vast expanse of moisture during our lovemaking. The fat man's large penis entered her easily from below, inch by inch, then three inches, before he suddenly thrust upwards, until it was completely inside. At this moment, my wife groaned "Oh," her breathing becoming rapid, but she didn't let out a painful scream. Instead, her soft lower body involuntarily writhed with his upward thrusts. The fat man quickened his pace, his obese body twisting and turning nimbly beneath my wife, emitting loud, pleasurable cries. Clearly, my wife's vagina was giving him immense pleasure. His hands were turning my wife's labia inside out. My wife kept her head down, not daring to look at me.
The skinny man chuckled, shifting his body slightly to the side, one leg bent and positioned between my wife's legs, applying pressure with each thrust, while his hands cupped her large breasts. The two men, one fat and one skinny, sandwiched my wife like a meat patty. The skinny man's hand slid down to her vulva, his fingers slowly penetrating along with the fat man's penis, while his palm gently rubbed her clitoris. My wife, naked and sitting on the fat man, panting, slowly reclined on top of him, her half-closed eyes filled with humiliation and shame. The skinny man withdrew his wet fingers, sucked on them, and then straddled my wife, placing his penis at the entrance of her vagina. I was shocked. The fat man's large penis was already enough for my wife; how could he force it in? Wasn't that deliberately tearing my wife's small vagina apart? “No, you can’t do this, one at a time…” I was about to stop them when the big man slapped me across the face again, and my other cheek swelled up too. I had no choice but to shut up and watch helplessly as the two of them simultaneously entered my wife’s vagina.
The fat man’s penis was already thicker than mine, and the skinny man’s penis was even thicker and longer than the fat man’s. Either of them could have been enough to overwhelm an average woman’s vagina, but now they were inserting two enormous penises into my wife’s vagina at the same time, between her tender buds. They went in and out in unison, like two snakes entering a cave, perfectly integrated. My wife’s vagina was stretched like a trumpet flower…
Until the middle of the night, when the moon was high in the sky, each of them had ejaculated more than three times. Finally, they finished off the leftover canned meat and beer we had eaten. This year’s midsummer night, my newlywed wife and I spent it in tears and humiliation like this… The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Unable to seek revenge or relieve my distress, I felt utterly useless as a scholar! Reporting the crime was pointless: firstly, it might not be solved; and even if it was, my wife and I would be utterly disgraced. Perhaps only by publishing our misfortune online could I find some solace from netizens and feel a little better.
(II)
Later, I did indeed publish the story of my wife being gang-raped on a summer night online. Sure enough, after hearing about my wife's misfortune, a man named Rooster sincerely told me online, "Brother, I heard your wife was gang-raped by the river. I want to ask you, what's the name of that river? I work for the river transport management office. This serious incident is truly our fault; we didn't do a good job of security!" Rooster's enthusiasm truly moved my wife and me; there are still many good people in the world. As an ordinary river manager, he felt deeply remorseful for my wife being gang-raped by the river. To make amends, Brother Rooster offered another plan to avenge my wife: "Tell me what those three men look like. You need to be specific. We'll find them, and those who deserve it will be sentenced, those who deserve it will be executed!" Finally, my wife said, "I think we should just forget about it. I can only blame my bad luck. If people find out, where will I put my face?" I agreed verbally, but secretly hoped someone would stand up for me and teach those three scoundrels a lesson.
After learning of our predicament and thoughts, Brother Rooster suggested again, "How about this? To prevent this from happening again, I suggest you bring your wife along. Let history repeat itself. I'll bring all my team members and lie in ambush around the area. Have your wife cooperate with us to catch those three perverts!" I told her about the plan Brother Rooster and I had discussed to catch them in the act, and after much consideration, she reluctantly nodded. Right now, my most important task was to catch the three thugs who had gang-raped her the previous nights.
On the evening of the third day, I heard the doorbell ring. Sure enough, Brother Rooster arrived at my house with his river management team. I was surprised to find that Brother Rooster was a bald man in his forties. His deputy was a fat old man with a lecherous face; his fleshy eyes kept staring at my wife, probably because she was exceptionally beautiful and he had a soft spot for her. The old man had quite the taste! There were also two squad leaders: one was a one-eyed boy with a frightening appearance; the other was a burly, dark-faced man, as big and tall as the fierce general Zhang Fei. The rest of the men were also burly men. Once they entered the house, their eyes never left my wife.
My wife was dressed very sexily that night, showing her midriff and shoulders, intending to lure three hooligans to the riverbank. Therefore, she didn't pay attention to their stares and was busy cooking for them. Finally, everyone was full. That night, my wife and I went to the riverbank again, while Brother Rooster and his men lay in ambush in the reeds on all sides. The thought of my wife and I making love under the noses of so many men filled us with shame and embarrassment, but in order to lure them out, we couldn't care less. Reluctantly, my wife and I made love again and again, her juices flowing everywhere, but those three scoundrels still wouldn't show themselves…
In the middle of the night, when I got home, Brother Rooster and the others were shivering from the cold. My wife quickly prepared some food and drink for them to warm them up. They then asked my wife to offer them wine. To make them happy, my wife had no choice but to drink cup after cup. Gradually, her face turned flushed with intoxication, making her look incredibly sexy. Suddenly, the fat old man insisted that my wife dance with him. My wife, thinking of how long they had waited for her in the cold night, felt embarrassed to refuse him, so she staggered and embraced him as they danced… Just then, Brother Rooster suddenly shouted that there was no wine left and asked me to get some. I was about to go out to buy some wine, but I was worried it was too late. Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a bottle of good wine in the cupboard in the storeroom, which I usually couldn't bear to drink. So I went in and started rummaging through the cupboards… The storeroom was full of clutter, so finding it wasn't easy. I slowly opened each item one by one. A while later, I suddenly heard what sounded like my wife's low scream. I peeked through the crack in the door and saw the fat old man holding my wife's slender waist, his hands stroking her buttocks through her silk nightgown. My wife was struggling weakly in his arms, helplessly refusing in soft voices… The fat old man's eyes were fixed on my wife's loose-fitting sundress, peeking inside. My wife's breasts were delicate and pert. The fat old man slowly leered and slipped his hand inside her top, touching her breasts. My wife was a little tipsy and weak, unable to resist, looking helpless… Suddenly, the fat old man pulled off her bra, leaving her completely exposed and at his mercy. I wanted to get angry, but then I remembered they were my invited guests, and my wife and I needed their help; besides, they vaguely resembled gangsters, and offending them wouldn't be fun. So I held back… I looked at my wife again; her back was to me. Clearly, she had the same consideration and yielded to the fat old man. He pulled her shirt higher and higher with one hand, while his other hand tightly gripped her beautiful breasts… Everyone's eyes widened. Then I saw the fat old man's hand slip inside my wife's skirt, slowly lifting it to her waist, revealing her sheer, sexy panties and her smooth, white legs… He slowly placed his hand between her legs, his fingers groping and pressing on her panties. My wife, drunk, tried to push him away, but this only caused the fat old man to forcefully insert his middle finger into the indentation between her panties. My wife began to writhe restlessly, trying to avoid him. However, she had drunk too much, and her mind was no longer fully clear… Seeing this, I couldn't bear to watch any longer. Finally, in a corner, I found the bottle and was about to go out, but wanting to see what they were doing, I peeked through the crack in the door again. At that moment, I saw the fat old man still tightly holding his wife, his lower body pressed against her as he thrust back and forth. I thought to myself, with their clothes in between, he probably wouldn't do anything. But then I looked at my wife; she seemed to be struggling, her eyes filled with helpless tears… When they turned around, my head suddenly spun… My wife's underwear was gone, her snow-white buttocks were exposed, and the fat old man's penis was already inside her tender vagina, going in and out. From behind, it was impossible to see, no wonder his buttocks were swaying back and forth; he was raping my wife standing up… My heart was breaking, but I dared not intervene. Suddenly, the fat old man shoved my wife against the back of the sofa. My wife's upper body bent forward, her buttocks sticking up high, looking incredibly alluring. The fat old man's penis was erect outside his pants. He took the opportunity to pull off his wife's top, stood behind her, and reached out with both hands to her full breasts. His erect penis plunged into her tender vagina, thrusting in and out... His wife struggled fiercely. The others, watching with interest, were all ready to help. I panicked and coughed loudly. Everyone stopped. The fat old man quickly put his penis back in his pants and zipped it up... I came out, but dared not get angry. Fortunately, Brother Rooster quickly noticed my bad expression, went over, helped my wife get dressed, and said repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he drank too much today and lost control. Don't worry, we won't do anything wrong. We'll continue to help your wife catch her cheating tomorrow night. We're leaving..." My wife and I could only nod. They got up and left in a huff. That night, my wife and I remained silent.
(III)
Unexpectedly, the next day, we were disappointed again. On the way home, it suddenly started raining. The rain was heavy, and my wife was soaked to the bone. Her dress clung to her skin, revealing her entire bra, even her nipples, which looked like shadows. The funniest part was that her navel and groin area, since they weren't covered by the dress, made her look almost naked. Brother Rooster and a few others followed us closely, and the fat old man kept secretly patting my wife's buttocks; he knew she wasn't wearing underwear. My wife didn't dare get angry.
Finally, we arrived at our apartment complex. Once home, my wife went into the kitchen and started cooking. During dinner, everyone took turns pouring drinks for my wife and me, especially my wife, who was forced to drink glass after glass… Then they demanded to watch a DVD. I was also quite drunk, slumped over the table, and just wanted to sleep. But looking at his sexy wife and thinking about last night's events, he forced himself to stay awake... The room was dimly lit. His wife had just stood up to pour tea for the fat old man when he suddenly forced her, still drunk, onto his lap. Although she resisted, she reluctantly sat down to keep him company while he watched the movie... The fat old man's hands weren't idle either; he immediately reached under her clothes and began kneading her delicate breasts. His wife, having drunk too much, was too weak to struggle... Although her skirt covered her legs, it seemed the fat old man's penis was inserted into her buttocks, as he was rhythmically thrusting upwards. His wife could only smile, blushing, as if she dared not insult him. I wanted to continue watching, but I was too drunk; my bladder was about to burst from the beer, so I had to leave temporarily and walk across the hall to the restroom.
When I left the restroom and returned to the hall, I was stunned. The movie had ended, and everyone had started dancing again. Through the crack in the toilet door, I saw a sexy, beautiful woman standing in the middle. She had long, flowing hair, bright eyes, and a figure that could drive any man wild; and I was absolutely certain, it was my wife! My wife was surrounded by them, jumping around unwillingly… Suddenly, the burly, dark-skinned man pulled her into his arms, ripped off her nightgown, and threw her clothes on the ground. My wife was now completely naked… The men, seeing my wife's perfect body, began to clamor, reaching out and groping her snow-white skin. It was clear that my wife was utterly ashamed. The dark-skinned man held her from behind, rendering her immobile. Her high, white breasts faced everyone, and all hands were eagerly kneading them… Then, the burly, dark-skinned man actually thrust his large, dark penis into my wife's vagina from behind. At this moment, the wife became anxious and struggled frantically, but everyone else's hands reached up, pinning her down and groping her body... The dark-faced man seemed excited, and his slow pace began to quicken... Finally, the burly man trembled and ejaculated inside the wife! Everyone else cheered, and the wife staggered back to her seat... Seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, Brother Rooster said they were all tired of playing, so they all scattered and left. Looking at my wife's pitiful state, I suddenly fainted and fell into a deep sleep...
(IV)
On the third night, under the waning moon, Brother Rooster insisted that my wife and I go out again. I was exhausted, but dared not refuse. I thought about what had happened yesterday and the day before, and decided to try one last time. That night, after making love haphazardly on the grass, I fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, I was stunned. Three men who had been waiting were standing in front of me! They were about to gang rape my wife… Just then, Brother Rooster and his gang intervened, successfully catching them in the act and giving Fatty and his gang a sound beating. Fatty had his leg broken, Skinny's face swollen, and the big man's testicles were even crushed by their kicks. We returned home victorious. My wife, exhausted from several days of sex, collapsed into bed as soon as we got home. “They finally got their comeuppance,” I comforted her. “Yes, thanks to Brother Rooster and his gang for avenging us. You should treat them well, and it would be best if they never came again,” my wife said helplessly. After settling my wife in, I went outside to get some wine and meat for Brother Rooster and his men. They were starving. They drank heartily, eating and drinking, and indignantly discussed the gang rape of my wife, each one talking animatedly. When they talked about the pathetic state of Fatty and his gang after the beating, they all grinned. At this point, they remembered my wife and wanted her to come out and toast them. They had already fully experienced her drunken pleasure and strange charm a couple of days ago. I told them my wife was tired and had gone to sleep. They had no choice but to let me toast in her place, and soon I was drowsy from being forced to drink. As
it grew later, Brother Rooster, seeing I couldn't hold on any longer, brazenly barged into our small bedroom with his river workers. My wife, who had just bathed, was preparing for bed. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a silk bra, her full breasts almost spilling out. Then she threw off her shirt and skirt, revealing glimpses of her most sensitive areas through the narrow triangle of lace. Her plump thighs parted slightly, her soft, rounded lower abdomen swelled, and her breasts, almost bursting out of her bra, rose and fell rhythmically with her breath. The men could no longer contain their lust and pounced on her from the shadows. "You... what are you going to do!" my wife asked in terror. "To fuck you, anyway, it's not the first time you've been gang-raped, hehe." The rooster brother, contrary to his previous amiable demeanor, stared at her with lewd eyes. "You... how could you do this?" my wife asked, her face pale, facing the six strong river workers. She never dreamed that the helpers I had hired would lust after her at this moment.
Faced with the six men like wolves, my wife was terrified. At this moment, they swarmed her, and in the warm room, on the large bed, my wife's bra was ripped off, her beautiful, full breasts completely exposed. Her breasts were high and firm, her nipples rosy, and her body exuded a sweet fragrance. The dark-faced man first lewdly thrust his tongue into my wife's delicate lips, swirling it around until it became entangled with her soft, fragrant tongue. At the same time, the rooster pounced on my wife's breasts without hesitation, greedily kneading her full, elastic breasts with both hands, hungrily sucking on her nipples, which were erect from sexual stimulation, and letting out satisfied moans. "Ah...ah! No..." My wife struggled desperately, but to no avail... "Quick, let us see your thing!" The men breathed heavily and hurriedly stripped off my wife's transparent panties. "No...no..." My wife's tearful eyes glanced in my direction. The men already knew I was completely drunk and ignored my wife's pleas. Two strong men each grabbed one of my wife's thighs, forcing her to fully open her body. My wife blushed with shame, offering up her most private parts without reservation to be violated.
The neat, smooth black pubic hair on her slightly raised mons pubis gleamed like satin against her snow-white skin, clearly meticulously cared for. Her vulva, like a lotus in full bloom, exuded the unique, alluring scent of a mature woman's private parts, a scent both sweet and musky, captivating the senses. My wife's private parts were so alluring and fragrant that this sight aroused the rooster brothers' lust. My wife's beautiful body was about to be brutally ravaged in my own home. The rooster brother said, "Be good, as long as we have our fun, we won't hurt you." "Then...try not to hurt me," my wife said, her voice trembling, finally agreeing with resignation. At this moment, the rooster brother slowly inserted his index and middle fingers into my wife's vagina, causing her genitals to involuntarily twitch; the other two continued to knead her breasts while staring lustfully at my wife's lower body. Two fingers were inserted into my wife's vagina, groping and probing at will. My wife felt an unbearable swelling and pain in her vagina, her whole body weak and unable to move. Suddenly, my wife's breathing became more and more rapid. The rooster man's two fingers suddenly dug towards the pubic bone inside her vagina, the most sensitive spot in a woman's vagina. "Ah...ah...ah! No...don't..." My wife's whole body convulsed, her legs wide open suddenly closing, the rooster man's fingers were tightly gripped inside my wife's vagina, and she felt the vaginal walls contract rhythmically more than ten times. My wife, this beautiful young girl, cried and moaned, being violated under the lewd gazes of six men.
Several men began to take turns roughly raping this beautiful woman in her twenties, arbitrarily playing with her mature body. The rooster man was obviously voyeuristic; watching my wife have sex with others excited him more than going first himself, so the burly, dark-faced man got the first sexual intercourse. He proudly displayed his rock-hard penis to my wife, who was waiting to be conquered. Through her teary eyes, she saw the swollen, purplish-black glans, covered with many small bumps, even larger than the burly man who had raped her by the river. She was terrified and felt dizzy. "Yours...it's too big! Please, go in gently," she pleaded softly. The dark-faced man's glans pressed against my wife's vulva, moving to the center, gradually parting her labia minora. Suddenly, the dark-faced man thrust his hips forward, his penis plunging into my wife's smooth, moist, tender, and warm vagina, the glans hitting her cervix. "Ah!..." Despite being somewhat prepared, my wife still felt a tearing pain, screamed, and almost fainted. This vulgar man showed no mercy, thrusting his penis rapidly, making "thud, thud" sounds. His testicles slammed against my wife's perineum, making "slap, slap" sounds. His coarse pubic hair rubbed against my wife's soft pubic hair, tangling together. My wife usually paid great attention to exercising her vaginal muscles, so her vaginal muscles were very elastic. Except for the ruptured hymen, her vagina had an excellent tightness. Probably every man who had intercourse with my wife would think that her vagina was almost indistinguishable from a virgin's! Ten minutes passed, and both of their breathing became more and more rapid. The dark-faced man's penis rammed wildly inside my wife's vagina. My wife involuntarily twisted her waist, tightening her vaginal opening to meet the dark-faced man's thrusts. Suddenly, the dark-faced man also roared, and a hot stream gushed into the depths of my wife's vagina, reaching orgasm. After ejaculating, the dark-faced man collapsed, rolling to the side, his limp penis covered with the mucus secreted by my wife's body. Looking at my wife's private parts now, I saw her vulva wide open, a mess. The black-faced man's semen mixed with my wife's bodily fluids and flowed down, her labia were swollen and red! The moment
the black-faced man's penis was withdrawn, the one-eyed boy pounced on her, while the fat old man inserted his thick, white penis into my wife's mouth… And so, six thick, erect penises took turns penetrating my wife's vagina or mouth. Knowing she couldn't escape this ordeal, my wife endured the men's brutal thrusting with humiliation and shame. She let out intermittent moans of pain, rhythmically contracting her vaginal muscles to provide maximum sexual stimulation for the relentless thrusting, inducing the men to reach orgasm quickly and shorten the duration of intercourse…
Finally, the four-hour gang rape and sexual abuse ended. My wife, tears streaming down her face, breathless, her vagina burning with pain and itching, her labia swollen and everted, her whole body aching, fell into a deep sleep. The exhausted men, finally satisfied, quietly left. Exhausted, my wife awoke and struggled to get into the bathroom. She bathed her naked body, which had been violated by several men, and then inserted a hot water hose into her swollen and aching vagina to rinse it for a long time, hoping to wash away the marks of the night's humiliation. Only then did she return to bed and fall into a deep, naked sleep.
(V)
The next day, I woke up and took my wife to the hospital. The doctor who received her was my friend, Xiao Liu, who had performed many gynecological examinations on my wife before. Because he was my high school classmate, everything was free for her, so my wife often sought his help. My wife followed Xiao Liu into the examination room. I felt the urge to urinate, so I went to the toilet next door. Just as I finished urinating and was about to leave, I suddenly noticed that the toilet window faced the examination room directly. Through the slightly ajar curtains, I could see inside. Seeing that no one was around, I decided to watch the gynecological examination process and quietly began to watch…
At this moment, I saw my wife lie down on the examination table, take off her white silk jacket with black lace trim, lift her short skirt, and her two long, shapely thighs were slightly curled up, spread apart as much as possible, almost exposing her private parts that had been ravaged the night before. Xiao Liu had the nurse take my wife's vaginal discharge to the lab for testing. After the nurse left, he placed his hands on my wife's knees, spreading her thighs apart, exposing her two long, white legs and her panties. The scene truly looked as if my wife was about to be raped. Xiao Liu used a magnifying glass to look at the inside of her thighs, and the more he looked, the higher he went, even pulling up a corner of my wife's panties to examine them. He touched my wife's thighs only half an inch from her private parts, asking, "Does it hurt here?" My wife shook her head, then nodded, saying, "A little bit." His face darkened slightly, and he said, "Hmm, don't be nervous. Take off your panties and let me see." My wife was a little embarrassed; I saw her face turn slightly red. My wife began to take off her panties. My heart pounded, and I stared, mesmerized. A few pubic hairs peeked out from the gap between her pants and thighs—she only wore this when we made love. Xiao Liu turned and smiled, whispering, "Your panties are so sexy, you're so lucky!" "What a pervert," I thought, imagining his large penis standing erect like mine beneath his wide white coat.
My wife blushed, avoiding his gaze, and lay back down on the examination table. Xiao Liu chuckled, "Don't be embarrassed, we doctors see a lot, we're used to it." My wife apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm just not used to this." Xiao Liu approached her, examining her thighs with a magnifying glass, his other hand moving upwards until his entire back was pressed against her soft, swollen labia. Even through her panties, I felt my wife's body tremble slightly! Her pubic hair was visible. He brushed it aside, revealing her labia as well. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. I saw Xiao Liu's fingers press against my wife's labia. She trembled again, her thin panties slightly damp. I knew she was very sensitive; usually, just a few touches were enough to arouse her and cause her to become aroused.
He pointed to her labia and whispered, "Your lips are so tender!" Then, somewhat hesitantly, he added, "If possible, I'd like to examine them more closely, is that alright?" My wife's face flushed even more, and she nodded hesitantly. At this moment, her entire vulva was exposed, two tender labia covering a narrow slit. He used his fingers to open her labia, completely revealing her vulva, the bright red flesh pulsating slightly. My wife took a deep breath, and I saw clear fluid seeping from her vulva. Her eyes were half-closed, trying to avoid showing her shy expression, but the blush on her cheeks was impossible to hide. "Hmm, it's alright. It's probably because you and your husband were too rough during intercourse, causing redness and swelling of the vulva and local skin abrasions. Of course, we'll have to see the test results of her vaginal discharge to be sure." After saying that, Xiao Liu wrote out a prescription and went to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine himself. While he was doing that, I quickly left the restroom and went into the examination room.
My wife quickly straightened her clothes and said to me, "I had no choice. He's a doctor, and he noticed I was being penetrated too roughly. Don't be angry with me." I quickly comforted her, saying, "It's alright. It's not the first time he's examined you. Besides, it's a miracle he didn't realize you were gang-raped." At that moment, Xiao Liu came back, quietly pulled me aside, handed me the medicine packet, and said, "Take each of these pills four times a day. Come back in two days for the test results, and we'll know if you have any STDs. But you're really lucky, brother. Your wife's vagina is a rare gem, one in a million! She's the legendary 'heartthrob,' a famous courtesan in ancient times, destined for eternal fame, haha!" After hearing this, I realized that although my wife had been examined by so many men, her vagina was perfectly intact. As we left, I noticed Xiao Liu's gaze towards my wife was somewhat unusual, but I didn't pay much attention. After all, my wife was so beautiful! My wife and I took the medicine and went home. Two
days later, I received a notice from my workplace asking me to go on a business trip out of town for a week. That evening, I said with concern, "You must get a good rest while I'm away! Make sure the door is locked at night and don't wander off..." Looking at my wife's tired eyes these past few days, I wanted to make love again, but I was too embarrassed to disturb her. I packed my things and left in the morning...
(VI)
During my business trip, every night when it was quiet, I thought about what my wife had gone through. I felt both helpless and incredibly excited. My penis would involuntarily rise, and my mind would fly back home, thinking about my beautiful wife's charming body and alluring parts... Those who know my wife know that she is 1.66 meters tall and weighs 102 kilograms. Her model-like figure is more beautiful and captivating than many actresses. She has large breasts, a slender waist that is light and delicate, and full, round hips that are eye-catching. What is most captivating about her is her speech and temperament. She graduated from a prestigious university and is gentle, noble, and delicate. She is the most perfect girl I have ever met. So I really wished time would pass quickly so I could return to our warm love nest soon...
Finally, I finished my business and was about to go home. I took a night flight. Sitting on the plane, looking at the beautiful flight attendants, people said they were pretty; but compared to my wife, they were still somewhat lacking. I didn't call my wife; she didn't know I was coming back. I wanted to give her a surprise. After the surprise, I wanted to enjoy my wife's alluring body to ease my longing...
It was late at night when I arrived home from the airport. The light in the guardhouse at the entrance of the community was still on. But I didn't see Old Zhang, the gatekeeper. Usually, when we came home late, he would always greet my wife and me warmly. Actually, I knew it was because my wife was so beautiful, and Old Zhang had been widowed for many years. It was so pitiful that he didn't have a companion. My wife would sometimes give him old clothes that I didn't wear anymore. I thought to myself that he had gone to patrol for everyone's safety again; he was such a good man!
From afar, I saw that the living room light was off, but the bedroom light was still on, filled with infinite warmth. I imagined my beautiful wife nestled comfortably on her large Simmons bed, a blissful smile on her face… I tiptoed to the door, opening it almost silently. The living room lights were off, and the bedroom door was only slightly ajar, letting in a sliver of light that vaguely revealed the living room. I took a couple of steps when I suddenly felt something soft under my feet. I picked it up and saw it was my wife's bra. Suddenly, I heard heavy breathing from the bedroom. A sense of foreboding washed over me, so I quietly went to the bedroom door and peeked through the crack. When I saw what was inside, my mind went blank! My vision went black, and I nearly collapsed in front of the door…
My beautiful newlywed wife was being pinned to the bedroom floor by the doorman, Old Zhang. The two were grappling and struggling on the floor… I wanted to rush in and beat the adulterous couple, but I was afraid of disturbing the neighbors. Suppressing my grief, I wanted to see more clearly, so I quietly crouched down. I saw Old Zhang frantically working on my wife, who was struggling desperately, afraid to scream for fear of disturbing the neighbors. Old Zhang, as if he had her completely under his control, pressed down on her slender, alluring waist. One hand was squeezing and kneading her full breasts through her silk nightgown, while the other hand had slipped under her skirt, caressing her delicate, rounded thighs. Tears streamed down my wife's face; she didn't know which hand to push away Old Zhang's. Then, Old Zhang's hand continued to grope upwards. My wife's nightgown rose higher and higher, revealing her full, shapely buttocks and smooth, white thighs. Old Zhang's hand had now slipped between her two round, long thighs. The wife dared not cry out, only desperately trying to sway her hips to avoid Old Zhang's wicked hands. But Old Zhang's hand, between her beautiful legs, was already moving upwards towards her private area... The wife desperately used her hands to protect her lower body, resisting Old Zhang's violation. Suddenly, Old Zhang's hand, which had been caressing her breasts, tore open the collar of her nightgown, and her snow-white, full breasts sprang out. Old Zhang could finally clearly see his wife's naked upper body. Perhaps Old Zhang couldn't believe his eyes; could there be such a perfect body in the world? Every inch of his wife's skin, every pore, every protrusion, every indentation was so perfect. Her translucent, delicate breasts, their perfectly hemispherical shape, their ivory-white skin, their delicate, round, crimson nipples, and the slight trembling of her body due to nervousness—all of these made the old man's heart flutter. Those tender breasts of a young girl were a treasure among treasures in terms of color, shape, and elasticity. Her cone-shaped, smooth breasts were not only crystal clear and white with a smooth and delicate texture, but also remarkably firm and symmetrical in shape. The two small, round, bright red nipples were dazzling, instantly reminiscent of ripe cherries in a forest. Her breasts were incredibly elastic; even a gentle touch could produce a delicate tremor. These beautiful breasts, capable of driving any man mad, exuded boundless charm and mature allure, like a pair of delicious, juicy fruits waiting to be plucked. Old Zhang's eyes widened, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid… His wife, terrified, immediately clutched her chest tightly with both hands, terrified and at a loss. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Old Zhang pulled down his wife's panties from under her skirt and placed his hand on her delicate genitals, groping her wantonly… His wife didn't know which part to protect with her hands. Seeing her helpless expression, Old Zhang flipped over and straddled her, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape. Old Zhang quickly stripped off his sweat-stained clothes, revealing his emaciated body. Although Old Zhang was thin, his genitals were unusually strong, with bulging veins and a ferocious appearance...
After stripping naked, Old Zhang pounced on his wife, pressing down on her. His mouth, filled with yellow teeth and reeking of cigarettes, covered his wife's bright red, tender lips with a slurping sound, as if he were enjoying an infinite delicacy. His hands were not idle either; his withered hands caressed his wife's pair of firm, soft breasts, greedily kneading their plump, elastic flesh. His lower body, through the silk nightgown, thrust back and forth against his wife's protruding vulva, revealing his ugly behavior... His wife panicked and struggled even more fiercely, managing to push Old Zhang to the ground. Sitting on the ground, she covered her chest with one hand, retreating in terror, her eyes filled with angry tears. Old Zhang spoke up then: "Girl, please have pity on me, Old Zhang. I haven't touched a woman in twenty years. Every time you pass by the gate, I can't help but look at you. You're so beautiful... Please, just grant your Uncle Zhang's wish!" He tried to pounce on her again, but his wife didn't give in, pointing to the door and telling Old Zhang to leave. Suddenly, Old Zhang's face darkened, and his tone turned lewd: "My dear girl, you've been gang-raped by so many men, and you still care about an old man like me? This isn't the first time. If you don't give in to me today, do you really think I wouldn't dare write a big-character poster?! Heh heh!" Hearing this, my mind went blank, like a jumbled mess. It turned out Old Zhang had raped his wife more than once. Looking at his wife again, tears of regret streamed from her beautiful eyes, and her body slowly went limp… Seeing his wife already subdued, Old Zhang chuckled coldly and pounced on her…
Naked, Old Zhang picked up his wife from the floor and laid her flat on our large, warm bed. The pink light shone on her delicate body, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. But on this very bed, my beautiful newlywed wife was about to be helplessly raped by a gaunt old man in his seventies…
Lying on the bed, his wife's beautiful face turned to one side, tears streaming down her face. Her body went limp, and she no longer struggled, letting Old Zhang do as he pleased… Looking at his wife's soft, fragrant red lips, so alluring, Old Zhang couldn't resist pressing his large, bearded mouth, reeking of smoke, heavily onto her lips again. One hand grasped his wife's breast, kneading it vigorously, while the other hand reached up and lifted the hem of her skirt, still hanging at her waist. His thin hand caressed her smooth, delicate thighs, then slid down her inner thighs to her crotch, touching her tender vulva. He parted her labia and rubbed against them, stirring inside with his middle finger… Old Zhang's hands moved up and down, growing increasingly excited. He couldn't resist pulling off the nightgown hanging at his wife's waist, leaving her completely naked. Her exquisitely beautiful body was revealed, her curvaceous figure stretched out, her snow-white arms and long legs so alluring; no one could compare to such a perfect body. That exquisitely beautiful face, though filled with helplessness, still radiated a pure and elegant aura… Old Zhang's eyes reddened, and he could no longer restrain himself. He pressed down on his wife's delicate body, feeling a soft, warm body against his chest. Her two soft, firm breasts were so elastic, their shape distorted by the pressure of his thin frame. His wife, pinned beneath him, twisted her waist, offering token struggles. The friction only fueled Old Zhang's excitement; his hard glans was already probing her genitals. She struggled weakly. With a soft "plop!", Old Zhang's glans entered her incredibly smooth vagina. She almost cried out in pain, but bit her lip tightly, silently enduring the pain. She lay quietly on the bed, no longer struggling. Old Zhang was on top of her, their naked bodies pressed together, his withered frame contrasting sharply with his wife's fair and delicate skin. Old Zhang's penis was fully inserted into his wife's vagina, the large glans pressing against her clitoris, so tight there wasn't a single gap, giving him immense pleasure.
Old Zhang lowered his head and kissed his wife's soft lips; she didn't react, her eyes filled with tears. Old Zhang lewdly grinned and said, "I never thought that at my age, I could still have such a young and beautiful girl. Tonight, I'm going to fuck you to death. Even if I die, it'll be worth it, hehe!" Excitedly, Old Zhang began to thrust his penis faster, pumping forcefully, each time slamming the glans against her clitoris, the sounds of "plop!" "plop!" "plop!" echoing continuously. The intense thrusting caused my wife's vagina to slowly secrete more fluid, becoming increasingly smooth, and her pain seemed to lessen... Old Zhang passionately knelt on my wife's breasts, licking her nipples, his two thin, dark legs pressed tightly against my wife's two snow-white, round, smooth, and soft legs, thrusting even more vigorously... After a while, Old Zhang lifted my wife's two snow-white legs high, exposing her entire vulva, and thrust his engorged penis in hard again. My wife's vulva, covered by pubic hair, now resembled a ripe peach, with lustful fluids overflowing from its crevice. Old Zhang lewdly chuckled as he thrust, saying, "So beautiful, a college student's pussy is so good, much better than those country women. I've really eaten swan meat. Uncle Zhang has been with you a few times, and I think about you every day, my good daughter!! Hehe." Hearing this, my wife helplessly turned her head away... Hearing this, my mind went even more blank. Could it be...? I really don't want to think about it anymore!
At this moment, Old Zhang stopped, bent down, and straddled his wife's chest, placing his large penis between her breasts. Was Old Zhang going to have sex with my wife's breasts? My penis instantly hardened. Since our marriage, I'd never been able to do this, and this old gatekeeper had gotten there first. Old Zhang placed his penis between his wife's delicate breasts, cupping her snow-white breasts with both hands, squeezing them together. Her white breasts enveloped his penis, the smooth, jade-like breasts and the hard, steel-like penis tightly joined, making Old Zhang even more excited. He began to thrust rapidly… Finally, a thick stream of dirty semen spurted from Old Zhang's penis, spraying onto his wife's beautiful face. His wife fainted instantly. Old Zhang, satisfied, climbed off his wife's body, muttering filthy words: "Damn, that felt so good. Girls and wives are just different; it feels better on breasts than in the mouth…" What? He'd already made his wife perform oral sex. Hearing this, my heart bled. Watching Old Zhang get dressed, I quietly slipped into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and felt a jumble of emotions welling up inside me. Old Zhang looked at his poor wife, unconscious on the bed, and said, "Daughter, I'll come again tomorrow. I'll give you a back door tomorrow..." He then hummed a satisfied tune and went downstairs. I was furious. I thought, "You still want to have anal sex with my wife tomorrow? If you come again, I'll kill you!" But then I thought back to what Old Zhang had said. It seemed he already knew about the gang rape and was a little scared. I thought that now that I was back, my wife wouldn't have to suffer anymore. So I held back, sitting alone on the toilet, seething with anger...
Just then, my wife woke up and came to the bathroom to clean up Old Zhang's filth. The moment she saw me, a complex mix of emotions welled up on her delicate face. Finally, my wife burst into tears and threw herself into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably… I held her tightly, letting her tears stream down my shoulder… After a long while, she stopped crying, looked up at me, and said, “Honey, let’s move. I can’t take it anymore!” I comforted her, sensing the unspoken meaning in her words. I helped her wash herself, then took her to bed, listening to her recount what she had endured. Before she finished speaking, I only felt sadness, but when she finished, I finally couldn’t hold back my tears and cried along with her. So much had happened in less than a week…

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