Rape of my first love

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I'm a sophomore in college, and I consider myself fairly handsome by Chinese standards. I've always had a crush on a girl in my class named Chu Lian. She lives up to her name—she's delicate and charming, evoking a sense of pity. However, her family is rather poor, probably because she grew up in the countryside and was exposed to a lot of grime, making her not fair-skinned. But this flaw has become her strength; she's like a black rosebud, with willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. What's most alluring is her devilish figure: high breasts, a round bottom, and long, beautiful legs—all combined to create an irresistible temptation that any physically healthy man would find impossible to resist. The moment I see her, I think that even if I had to live two years less, it would be worth it if I could sleep with her for one night. When I masturbate, she's the only person I think about. But she subtly rejects all the guys who pursue her, including me. I'm puzzled; she seems to be glancing at me from time to time. Why does she reject me?
By chance, I saw her enter a hotel. A shadow fell over my heart; given her financial situation, she simply couldn't afford a hotel like that, unless—
But I kept comforting myself, telling myself she wasn't that kind of person. However, after several attempts to stalk her, I finally sentenced myself to death. If I were a tutor, I wouldn't be putting on makeup on the way to a hotel to teach, would I? This blow left me depressed. Then one day, drunk, I ran into her on the street. My unrequited love turned to hatred. "You fucking prostitute, a cheap woman who's been fucked by a thousand men," I silently cursed in my mind. "If others can have you, why can't I?" My mind was filled with Ah Q-like self-deception. But I still had a shred of rationality; I didn't shout my true feelings out in the street.
I leaned close to her ear and said menacingly, "I know everything you've done. If you don't want everyone to know, come with me." She hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and followed me. I took her to a private hotel, booked a standard room, and ordered a few bottles of beer.
Once inside the room and with the beer out, I hugged her tightly and started groping her all over, finally relieving my two-year itch. She struggled fiercely, and in her desperation, she left a five-finger mark on my face. That slap unleashed the beastly rage deep within me. I released her, opened the beer on the bedside table, and drank it all myself. Then, I pushed her down onto the bed, clamped her legs between mine, and started chugging the beer down her throat. She half-drank and half-vomited. I made her drink about four bottles of beer. Because she was shaking her head so hard, the beer spilled everywhere, leaving a large wet patch on her chest. She was already wearing very little, and with the beer soaking her, her breasts clung to her body, swaying rhythmically like two cotton roly-poly toys. Her cleavage was also faintly visible. Even if I hadn't been drinking, I definitely wouldn't have been able to resist.
Just like in a pornographic film, I forcefully tore open her top, revealing a chest-colored bra, the kind made of knit fabric, so revealing through the pattern that you could see her flesh. Actually, calling it a bodice would be more accurate; it only covered the lower half of her breasts. Her dark red nipples were large and round, and her areolas were exceptionally large. I touched them; they were incredibly elastic, and with the added moisture from the alcohol, they were especially slippery. My penis immediately grew even longer—–
By this time, she had stopped struggling, and two streams of fluid were flowing from her eyes, which were fixed on the ceiling. I didn't care about that. I took off her jeans, and her two long, shapely legs, which I had longed for, were finally revealed. I touched them casually; they were like tofu, smooth and tender to the touch. I moved from her knees to her thighs, rubbing her private parts incessantly through her black, semi-transparent panties. With my efforts, her panties were soaked with her fluids. I took off her panties, brought them to my nose, and smelled them. I couldn't quite describe the smell—
Now she finally lay naked before me, her dark pubic hair glistening with clear, lustful fluid, possessing an irresistible, primal allure. I placed my hand on her vulva; I swear it was the softest thing I'd ever touched in my life—soft, sticky, slippery, and hot. All four sensations washed over me simultaneously. For a virgin like me, touching a woman's body for the first time, especially a naked beauty, it was an absolute pleasure.
I felt like my penis was about to explode. I didn't know anything about foreplay, so I just spread her legs and started thrusting, but I couldn't get in. The harder I tried, the less I could find the way. In desperation, I used my fingers as a vanguard, then used my penis as the commander, conquering all obstacles and hitting the bullseye. She didn't scream as I expected; she just frowned. Whether it was from the pain of being raped or from not being a virgin and not experiencing the pain of deflowering, I don't know. It was my first time, and my foreskin was too long. The friction against her tight vagina sent a cold sweat down my back. I screamed and lay on top of her, afraid to move, until the pain subsided slightly before resuming my movements. At first, she didn't move, letting me thrust in and out, and I didn't find anything enjoyable about sex—
However, as I thrust in and out, she also had a physiological response. First, her legs twitched slightly, then gradually intensified, until finally she tightly embraced me with both hands, uttering some language only aliens could understand: "Oh—oh—ah—ah—hum—hum—" Her body actively responded; I went in, she went in; I withdrew, she withdrew. Seeing this, I felt a sense of victory, like conquering an enemy, and I exerted even more effort, going all the way in each time, as if trying to destroy her. The harder I thrust, the more frenzied and wild she became, biting my shoulder fiercely. Her lower mouth bit me, and her upper mouth bit me too. An eye for an eye, I pushed her head away, took her nipple into my mouth, sucking, licking, and biting. She cried out, not in pain, but: "Harder—harder—harder—more force—don't stop—don't stop—"
I didn't know whether she wanted me to use more force with my mouth or to thrust harder into her, so I had to do both, and both with more force, to get hard. (As an aside, when she bit me, I didn't feel any pain; in fact, I was incredibly excited.) Maintaining that position for so long was exhausting, so I put my hands behind her and hugged her tightly, pressing us together. Her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest, and her vagina would occasionally squeeze me. The feeling was indescribable.
With her vagina constantly sucking and squeezing, I felt I couldn't hold back anymore; my sperm was about to burst out. I quickly pulled my penis to the vaginal opening to catch my breath. Her vaginal opening, like a baby's mouth, rhythmically opened and closed, its color changing from a pinkish-red to a dark plum red. Her clitoris had also hardened. The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. I stopped thrusting, but she continued her relentless struggle. The east wind blows, the war drums beat; who's afraid of who during sex? You have your clever plans, I have my countermeasures. I took a deep breath, remembering the "nine shallow, one deep" sex technique I'd seen on a classmate's computer.
With a well-adjusted rhythm, her hands spread out in a carpet-like caress, from her breasts to her clitoris, from her chest to her back, leaving no part untouched; her lower body thrust into her vagina with varying depths, some lightly like a dragonfly skimming the water, others deeply like a monk striking a bell, making her vagina both want and want, both eager and hesitant, truly experiencing a state of unbearable ecstasy. We were both covered in fluid, whether it was sweat or her vaginal fluid, it was hard to say, but we were all wearing transparent water-like garments—
Although my skills are still not quite there yet, and I need to accumulate experience in practice, it's enough to keep this little hussy entertained for a while. Right now, she's absolutely incoherent.
Ah————-Ah————-Ah——–Beautiful——–Beautiful——–So beautiful——-I can't—take it——–anymore——-Deeper——-Deeper——–A little bit——-
Oh—oh—– touch me—– quickly—– touch—– me, no— stop, harder—– good—– brother—– dear brother—– brother—–
So comfortable ———– Dear brother ——— I'm going to die ———- Died ——— Going ——— Lost ———, ——— Come on ——— Come on ——— Come on ——— I'm going to lose ——— Ah ——— Ah ———
As she shouted, her voice gradually faded until only humming came from her nose. She could only inhale, not exhale, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, the whites of her eyes filling most of them. With a low growl, her whole body trembled a few times, and a gush of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans. The shock sent a shiver down my spine, like being struck by a low-voltage current; my whole body felt numb and tingling. I could no longer control the army of sperm that had been eager to see the world, and my semen shot straight into her uterus, watering her long-awaited flower core—
She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of rain after a long drought. I, too, was at my limit, and lay limply on top of her, burying my head between her breasts, inhaling her sweet scent, and gradually drifted off to sleep.
When I opened my eyes the next day, the sun was high in the sky. I was alone in the room, with only a few strands of her hair remaining on my pillow. There was a note on the bedside table: "I know you like me, and I like you too. But, my first time tutoring turned me into a wasted flower. I'm not good enough for you. Having you with me for one night is enough for me. Thank you. I hope you won't despise me. Let's still be good friends."

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