True rape stories

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This has always been a secret I couldn't tell anyone, but I'm sharing it with you all here. It's all handwritten, so there might be typos; please forgive me.

Last year, I was 26 and newly married. My dad bought me an apartment on the sixth floor of a newly developed residential complex in our county. Our neighbors across the hall were a couple in their forties who had recently moved from the countryside. Because it was a new development, we often had to go to the property management office to handle various matters. I frequently ran into them. We chatted, and I learned that the husband drove a long-haul truck, and the wife worked as an ironer at a large clothing store in our county. Their child was still in middle school in the countryside, and they bought the apartment so their child could transfer to a school in the county.

The woman was of average appearance, not particularly plump, and wore glasses, giving the impression of a kind, virtuous wife and mother.

One evening around 9 PM, my wife was at her mother's house and hadn't come home yet. I was lying on the sofa playing games when I suddenly heard voices in the hallway. I thought it must be the neighbors across the hall coming home. Then I heard the sound of their metal gate slamming shut. A little while later, I heard a woman saying to her husband, "I'm so damn drunk today! I'm so happy! This birthday was so wonderful! My friends were amazing!"

The man replied, "Oh, I drank quite a bit too, six bottles!" I listened carefully and realized it was their window that was open. Then the couple started chatting. After about 20 minutes, I suddenly heard the woman panting. The man said, "Come on, let's go inside." The woman replied, "No, let's stay here. We haven't even done it in the living room yet since we moved into our new house. Honey, let's just stay here." I sat up abruptly. Had these two closed the curtains and forgotten to close the window?

Then the noise got louder and louder. The woman's moans were incredibly lewd. I knew her; she always seemed quiet and reserved, wearing glasses. I would never have imagined her moaning so lewdly. She was probably drunk.

I heard her say, "Ah... Ah... Husband... Ah... Fuck me... Fuck me hard... Husband, fuck me to death... Ah... Ah..." I masturbated because her moans were so lewd; I ejaculated in less than two minutes, while they continued, "Ah... Ah... Husband... Ah... You rape me... Quickly... Ah... Rape this big slut..." The man said, "I'll fuck you to death, you slut. How many men do you want to rape you?" The woman said, "Ah... Husband... Ah... Husband, I want a bunch of migrant workers to rape me... Ah..." "Fuck me to death, honey. Tomorrow, find some migrant workers to rape me. Rape me right here at the construction site. Ah... Honey... This morning... I was on my way to work... The workers in the building across the street... Ah... They kept staring at me... Ah... Honey... Fuck me... Ah... Ah... Honey... Open the curtains... I want the workers in the building across the street... to see me... Ah..."

Hearing this, I fucking ejaculated again. Damn, this woman is usually so proper and polite to everyone, but why is she being so fucking slutty now? I wonder if I'm dreaming.

They messed around for over an hour, and I don't know if they even noticed the window was open. I still regret not recording it on my phone. That voice was definitely enough to make me masturbate twice.

Coincidentally, the next morning, we went downstairs together. She was still as serious as ever, dressed very casually. I asked her, "Is your brother out on a truck trip?" She said no, he came back yesterday, he's resting today, and he's going to Xinjiang tomorrow. "

Oh, wow, driving a big truck must be hard work. It must take a long time to go to Xinjiang." She said, "Yeah, about a month, but the boss pays a lot, 15,000 this month."

As we walked out of the building, she walked ahead, and I watched her back. I couldn't recognize her as the same person who was so sexy last night, but the voice was definitely hers. I regretted not recording it last night again.

After that, I listened intently every day, hoping to hear her voice again, but I never heard that voice again. Yet, I masturbated again just by remembering her.

About 20 days later, on a Sunday afternoon around 2 pm, I came home after drinking a bit too much at noon. As soon as I entered the gate of the community, I saw her back, wearing a dress. Logically, she should be at work at this time. I quickened my pace to catch up with her, pretending to turn around, and said, "Hey, sister-in-law, not at work?" She said, "Oh, I took the day off. I went to a wedding at noon." I noticed her face was a little red, so I asked her, "Wow, beautiful lady, you can drink too?" She giggled (a slightly lewd laugh) and said, "Yeah, I drank half a jin of baijiu (Chinese liquor)." I said, "Wow, you can drink more than me! I drank too. I drank five bottles of beer." She giggled again (a very seductive laugh). I wondered, does this woman become a different person after drinking? A dual personality? She said, "Let's have a drink sometime, sister and I, and see who can outdrink whom." I said, "Okay, let's drink with your brother too. Is he home lately?" She said, "Soon, he'll be back in about ten days." I said, "He's still not back? You must be having a hard time. Aren't you scared at home with the kids?" She said, "The kids are in the countryside. I'm used to being alone, so I'm not scared." She giggled lewdly again.

By then, we had reached the entrance to the building. Because our building was very clean, I slowed down, took two deep drags on my cigarette, and threw it away. Then I followed her into the building. I watched her from behind, and I suddenly noticed that her walking posture had changed. She was swaying her hips vigorously from side to side, which was obviously intentional. I hadn't seen her walk like that before. I had drunk quite a bit at noon, and suddenly a bold idea popped into my head: when she opened the door, I would go into her house and rape her. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. My heart was pounding. I quickly thought about it: even if I raped her, would a woman in her forties report it? I wouldn't tell anyone, and she definitely had the desire to be raped, especially her laughter after drinking—it was so lewd, and she was clearly seducing me. My heart was pounding even faster. We were already on the fourth floor. I decided to do it, but suddenly my brain reacted. No, with technology so advanced these days, what if her husband secretly installed a camera in the house? I'd be completely ruined, my whole life would be over. But looking at her buttocks and hearing her moans, I couldn't control myself from thinking about having sex with her. I tried my best to control myself. It was illegal; if I messed up, my life would be ruined, completely over.

We were on the sixth floor now. She was looking for her keys in her bag. I opened my door. To be honest, in this situation, you absolutely can't control yourself. I certainly couldn't. I grabbed her and dragged her into my house, slamming the door shut behind me. Then I hugged her and said, "Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful, I love you so much!" She struggled fiercely, it wasn't a half-hearted resistance at all, but her cries were soft, saying, "Don't do this, this is wrong!" I was completely blinded by lust, losing all reason. I pulled up her skirt and touched her butt. Holy crap, she was wearing safety shorts! Suddenly, I felt like, "Was I completely wrong before? Was that not her voice at all that night? Was it her sister's voice? Or was it just a wet dream that night?" But I didn't care, I kept pulling down her safety shorts. She resisted fiercely, pulling them up, so I pulled them down hard. Then, with a snap, the safety shorts tore. I suddenly saw a shocking sight: she was wearing a tiny pair of briefs underneath, the kind with ties. At that moment, I completely lost my animalistic instincts and ripped the briefs off. With that tug, she completely stopped resisting and lay motionless on the floor. I touched her crotch—oh my god, she was soaking wet, the sweat running down to her inner thighs. For her, this was probably just the prelude. I thrust inside her. Once inside, she completely let go... Ah... Ah... She started moaning. I listened to her voice, and it was definitely her from that night. But today she wasn't talking, just moaning incessantly. I ejaculated in less than two minutes, then licked her for over a minute, got hard again, and continued. The second time lasted over ten minutes. When I was done, I was completely exhausted. She got dressed, holding her panties, stood up, peeked through my peephole to see if anyone was outside, then took out her key, opened the door, and went back to her house.

After that, I often saw her and her husband, and we talked, but it was just a greeting. So far, I haven't had any other thoughts about it because I'm always afraid that if I'm exposed, it'll be all over.

This is absolutely a true story, but please don't try this. If you succeed, your penis will feel good for a while; if you fail, your life will be completely ruined. To be honest, even now, thinking about it, I'm still a little scared.

【over】

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