Virgin gang raped in the wild

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#1 Virgin Gang Raped in the Wild

Before you read this article, please allow me to sincerely declare: I am not a promiscuous woman. The reason I am writing about my experience is entirely out of my love for literature. I remember a great man saying that the development of literature is ultimately the development of sex literature. I want to turn my misfortune into a small contribution to the development of literature. It is unfortunate for a girl to have such an experience, but having it will make her emotions richer and more delicate. I know that such an article is still not suitable for formal occasions, but I only hope that after reading it, it will relax your tired mind and body, or inspire you to cherish the good life, or inspire your sisterhood's literary creation.

That story happened when I was a sophomore in college, and my heart still races when I think about it now. I remember that summer was very hot. The weather in the south is humid and muggy. The scorching sun had been setting for a long time, but the heat was still very high. The girls in our performing arts department were all very clean. Every day before dinner, we had to go to the college bathroom to take a shower. After a thorough shower, we would rush to apply all kinds of skin care products to our bodies. I don't appreciate deliberate makeup that makes one constantly reek of an unpleasant odor—I only lightly rub a little floral water on myself; I like that cool feeling.
However, as the most beautiful girl in the college, my subtle fragrance always attracts boys to crane their necks to follow my scent, and I later earned an elegant title: "Cool Beauty." My outstanding beauty and slender figure make many girls envious, and many boys feel ashamed of themselves, only able to cast fiery glances at me from afar or after I pass by. I can almost feel my body enveloped in a ball of flame, the brilliant light blinding them. I secretly rejoice that I was born a girl, thanking heaven for bestowing upon me such exceptional beauty.

Just behind our campus stands a majestic and beautiful mountain, a paradise for lovers, where newlyweds stay until late. The mountain was covered in dense forests and lush green grass; clear springs gurgled, and mist swirled around, creating a picturesque scene. My boyfriend and I had often strolled hand in hand amidst the beauty of the mountains and waters, lost in dreams of a vibrant future. Little did I know that the most humiliating experience of my life would unfold in this picturesque landscape.
That day, after class, I walked briskly out of the towering school building as usual. An unusual color drew my gaze westward to the horizon, where the setting sun cast a blood-red glow upon the earth. I had a premonition that something extraordinary was about to happen. I shouldn't have argued with my boyfriend, and in a fit of pique, I climbed the mountain alone. Ming was supposed to come find me, but he was held up by other matters. Night fell silently, and the daytime hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided. A light mist rose, insects chirped softly, the wind rustled through the treetops, and the moon's shadow shifted across the wall. Alone on the mountaintop, I gazed at the moonlit night and the countless stars. Below, the city lights began to illuminate the city, their neon glow blending seamlessly with the lights of countless homes, slowly brightening my heart and dispelling my melancholy. "What a beautiful night!" I exclaimed, my heart fluttering, lost in reverie, completely oblivious to the passage of time.

A midnight breeze swept by, ruffling my long hair, and a chill seeped into my thin dress. I realized I was alone. I glanced at my watch; it was midnight. I felt a pang of unease. I was only wearing a strapless dress. During the day, my bare, slender arms would have accentuated my graceful figure, but now I felt a chill. I remembered I had a pink silk cardigan in my purse; though thin, it would at least offer some protection against the biting wind. I took it out, shook it out, and put it on. The thin silk fabric brushed against my shoulders, the gentle touch making my heart itch. I sighed softly, "Sigh, I should go back. He must be very worried if he can't find me!" I stood up, straightened my long skirt which had become slightly wrinkled from sitting, and slowly walked down the path I had come from.
The tall, straight trees of the day now stood like eerie, dark figures on both sides of the path. The chill emanating from the depths of the forest seeped straight into my heart, and a shiver ran through me. I instinctively hugged my arms in fear. A long skirt and high heels were not suitable for hiking. The uneven stone steps quickly made my ankles tired and numb, and the hem of my skirt kept obstructing my view downhill. I had no choice but to gently lift the hem of my skirt and take each step with difficulty, like a Japanese soldier checking for landmines in a movie. Thinking about my disheveled appearance, I couldn't help but smile slightly.

As I carefully turned past the mountain stream, a sudden gust of mountain wind swept in front of me, causing the tassels and ribbons around my waist to flutter and my skirt to billow. A few unruly strands of hairpins broke free and danced in the air. Just as I was about to raise my hand to straighten them, a pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed me from behind around the waist; a tall figure then leaped out in front of me, pressing a towel with a pungent odor to my mouth and nose! Caught off guard, I opened my eyes wide in surprise and gasped for breath. The strong sedative successfully penetrated my body, and my consciousness immediately blurred. The dark figure in front of me began to ripple like water with everything around me, and the lewd laughter that had been ringing in my ears seemed to gradually fade away and disappear. I suddenly felt completely powerless and slowly slumped down...
There were three people who robbed me. They carried me down the mountain, shoved me into a car, and drove recklessly towards the outskirts of the city. When I woke up, it was already too late. It was pitch black outside; the neon streetlights of the city were gone, and all I could hear was the screeching of the car wheels on the pavement. Inside the car, the stench of sweat and alcohol was overwhelming. I was lying on my back on the laps of two men sitting side by side, barefoot and bare-shouldered, my clothes wide open, their four arms groping my body wantonly. I noticed that my coat had been pulled down to my elbows, revealing my snow-white arms. The thin, tight dress I was wearing underneath, which would have been cool and comfortable during the day, showing off my satin-like figure, now felt as real as if it were touching my skin directly. Under the strong effects of the drug, I was weak all over, and the two men's wanton defilement of my body filled me with unbearable shame. Later, the car drove into a secluded grove in the suburbs. The uneven road caused the car to bounce violently, followed by the rustling sound of thick weeds scraping against the car door. My heart tightened—I knew I had been taken deep into the woods. I dared not think, nor had the time, to think about what was about to happen; everything seemed like a dream.

As soon as the car stopped, I was dragged out and thrown onto the grass. Two men pounced on me, pinning me to the ground and forcibly positioning me on my back. They each pressed one of my wrists tightly to the ground, and my long, flowing hair cascaded down my shoulders. I heard my earrings clink against a small pebble. The cool grass brushed against my neck. In the chaos, a tall figure swiftly straddled my slender waist. I stared in terror at the man on top of me, not knowing what he was going to do. I saw his burning gaze fixed hungrily on my chest, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed excitement. After scrutinizing me for a moment, he swiftly reached his large hands to my neck, grabbed my collar, and ripped open my pink coat. I clearly heard the buttons being torn off one after another with a series of "bangs." He then simply pulled the ripped coat out from under me and tossed it far away.
My green dress underneath was a tight-fitting corset, and the lying position made my already full breasts even more prominent. I could see the thin, snow-white lace of my bra peeking out from under the dress, and a wave of panic washed over me. My body instinctively wanted to cover myself, but my wrists were firmly held down. My usually proud, graceful figure, with its captivating curves like a lotus emerging from water, was being reluctantly displayed to someone for the first time. I saw his eyes, gleaming with a predatory light, staring at my firm breasts, stunned, even forgetting to close his mouth. Finally, I swallowed hard, and then heard his almost scream of admiration: "She really is a beauty! Tonight we'll be living the high life!" I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then I saw his large hands reach down to my chin again, grabbing the bodice of my dress. With a ripping sound, a cool sensation instantly washed over me—my dress had been torn in two from top to bottom, exposing my milky-white, high-set bra and tight panties to the three men.
"Ah, no!" I cried out, my surprise and fear turning into intense humiliation. I saw him reach out again, intending to remove the last bit of clothing I had left. "Let us see what you look like naked!" he said with a lewd grin. "No," "Please," "No!" I struggled and screamed desperately, kicking my legs behind him, but to no avail. His large hands roughly slipped under my armpits and into my lower body, caressing my smooth, silky back, carefully searching for the bra clasp. His upper body was almost pressed against mine; I saw his strong chest heaving deeply as his hands roamed my back. Then I felt the tight bra suddenly loosen. His hands continued along my back, sliding down my waist, and then grabbed my panties, roughly pulling them down my buttocks…

By the time I was forcibly stripped naked, the effects of the drug and my struggles had left me exhausted. Watching the man on top of me tremble as he began to undress himself, I suddenly realized that my beautiful face and alluring figure had aroused his intense primal desires, especially since I was naked. He quickly stripped himself naked. His dark skin and the gleaming muscles of his upper body in the moonlight told me he was a strong man. A strong masculine aura emanated from him, and being so close to a robust, naked man made me inexplicably flutter. This feeling had only ever occurred to me during my first embrace with my boyfriend; I never imagined it would happen to another man. A sudden pang of guilt washed over me. I felt I had wronged my boyfriend; I shouldn't have felt this way about another man. I tried to suppress the urge, raised my eyes, and let out a difficult sigh.
But then, I suddenly saw his erect, throbbing penis, held high like a rooster's head, surveying me—his prey about to be conquered. This was the first time I, nearing twenty, had seen a mature male penis. A terrifying word immediately flashed through my mind: a huge cock! My gaze instantly averted from it, my face flushing crimson with shame. I realized what was about to happen! He was all prepared to force me into having sex with him!

My vision blurred. Oh God, was I, a virgin, about to be violated? I was just a girl not even twenty! I couldn't help but steal glances at the weapon he was about to use to hurt me: between his two thick thighs, a patch of messy pubic hair glistened black, and suddenly, a huge, hard, erect penis emerged, at least five centimeters wide and over twenty centimeters long! The end was hidden in the dark pubic hair, and beneath it, his heavy scrotum swayed between his legs. I knew there were two testicles inside, the part of a man that produces sperm! Following his thick, long penis to its tip, a round, engorged, and shiny glans was displayed menacingly before me. The entire penis stood proudly erect, like a sharp spearhead! I'd heard that a man's penis gets hard and thick before intercourse, but seeing his throbbing veins still terrified me. I knew that once it entered a young girl's vagina, that girl would undergo a fundamental change, and the virgin it was about to change was me! But how could I so innocently hand over my body to a man I didn't even know? I cried and begged him, "Please, no, please don't!" He grinned lewdly at me and said, "Don't want what? Don't want my thing? I'll let you taste what it's like to be a real woman soon!"

I knew my pleas were useless; he would still force his thing inside me. I could only desperately cry out and kick to resist his violation, but my resistance only fueled his desire. His buttocks, which had been straddling my waist, gradually moved downwards, sliding over my thighs, and finally landed heavily on my knees. My legs were now subdued, and my entire body was under their control. All my strength manifested as a slight lift of my hips and a gentle thud of my breasts, while my desperate cries only made my chest rise and fall more noticeably. Helplessly, I stopped crying for help, biting my lip with tears in my eyes. I saw the moonlight illuminating his dark back, and beneath him lay my own fair, jade-like body! Our naked bodies, one dark and one white, one rough and strong, one smooth and delicate, formed a stark contrast. What a terrible mistake my beautiful, graceful figure had made! Every alluring inch of my body foreshadowed the inevitable torment and abuse that awaited me.
Sure enough, the breathing of the man on top of me grew heavier. At first, he was captivated by my body, even forgetting what he was doing. "What a beauty!" I heard him exclaim. "I've never seen such a beautiful woman naked before. It's been a week since I've had any, so tonight I'll give you everything!" I knew what he was going to do, what he was going to give me, but I was powerless. I could only watch as he reached out his two large hands and gently placed them on my two proud, erect breasts, pressing his thumbs against my nipples. His palms then began to caress my breasts, centering on those points. I didn't have the courage to face his lewd gaze, so I closed my eyes, bit my lip tightly, and silently endured this humiliating violation.

He seemed to know that my body was pure and innocent; his movements were always so careful and gentle. I even for a moment forgot that I was being raped! I fantasized that my alluring body aroused his pity and tenderness. My breasts, however, reacted to his constant teasing: I felt them itching and swelling. I couldn't help but open my eyes and saw that my breasts were even fuller, round and glistening! Especially my two nipples, which were originally small and soft, were now full and firm, swollen to the size of cherries! I was surprised by the change in my body, and through the deep cleavage, I saw a smug smile on his lips. I suddenly understood: he was trying to arouse my desire, to make me willingly engage in the next act of intercourse with him! My aroused lust vanished instantly, and my body quickly returned to its original state. Finally, I heard him exclaim in surprise, "What a virtuous woman!" He finally stopped violating my breasts.
He carefully lifted his buttocks, while his hands slid back along my legs, tightly grasping my ankles and forcefully spreading them apart. "Ah!" I cried out, trying to close my legs. A tingling sensation in my inner thighs made me give up resisting. Then he forcefully inserted his strong knees between mine, and with a powerful push like opening an umbrella, my legs were forcibly spread apart. While playing with them, he placed my ankles on either side of his round waist, making it impossible for my legs to close again, and my private area was completely exposed to the gaze of three strange men. One of his large hands immediately pressed against my clitoral area, which was covered with sparse, soft pubic hair, and stroked it in circles. I could feel his hand trembling with excitement, and I heard him say, "You don't have much pubic hair, but it's shiny, smooth, and soft. When we get going, you'll feel even more stimulating than I do!"

I couldn't bear this deeper shame; tears streamed down my face. Oh God, someone help me! Ming, come save me, come save me! My heart cried out again and again. But the man on top of me moved terrifyingly closer! How could my smooth, clean body resist his brutal assault? His thick upper body, like a giant axe, chopped apart my jade-like legs, his upper body already touching mine. He first pressed his firm chest against my soft abdomen, then one large hand grasped my breast again, ignoring my pain and beginning to knead it savagely. I saw my soft breasts humiliatingly change shape under his ravaging. —And his other hand guided his thick, erect penis to the juncture of my thighs.
His knee pressed hard against the base of my thighs, lifting them off the ground, my legs helplessly stretching into the air. I stared numbly as he kept his head down, fiddling with something. Then, I suddenly felt a hot, hard lump of flesh pressing against my vaginal opening, touching my labia. I knew what it was, and I knew what it would mean if it parted my labia and entered my body, but I was powerless. I remembered a line from a book: "Man is the butcher, I am the fish." Now I could only let him do as he pleased. But I was so worried. How could my narrow, tender vagina accommodate his enormous penis?

He deliberately provoked me by gently bumping the gates of my virgin territory with his thick glans. One, two, three… each impact made my heart pound wildly with unbearable tension. My thighs were spread open in humiliation, letting that hard penis triumphantly ram into my private parts. Soon, I was panting heavily, too nervous to breathe.
After teasing me relentlessly, he finally and carefully parted my delicate labia with two fingers, slowly inserting his large, round glans. Waves of sharp pain made me suffer unbearably. I knew he was forcing me into what he called sexual intercourse. Between husband and wife, it's called sex, but for me, an unmarried female college student, it was rape—his large penis forcibly penetrating my clitoris. I could clearly feel his strong penis forcefully pushing into my soft, tightly closed vagina, wantonly desecrating my virginity. I could only grit my teeth, silently enduring this greatest humiliation for a girl. In a daze, I heard him exclaim in surprise, "Still a virgin!" My heart leaped into my throat. I took a deep, tense breath, my mind racing—I knew his glans had touched my hymen, the symbol of my pure virginity!—My final moment of virginity had arrived. Then I heard another person beside me say, "Of course, such a rare beauty wouldn't be easily taken by ordinary mortals." "Hahahaha," "Hehehehe," lewd laughter enveloped me. The person on top of me carefully aimed and positioned himself, then finally gripped my shoulders with both hands, raising his head and looking at me with lustful eyes, saying, "Let our big cock deflower you, while you're still a virgin. What do you have to say?"

The intrusion of his thick glans had already made me grit my teeth in pain. Coupled with my youthful and proud body being exposed naked under the lewd gazes of three strange men, what could I say amidst shame and pain? Ah, I never imagined that my pure virginity wouldn't be willingly offered to my beloved man on our wedding night, on a soft and warm bed, but instead, in the desolate wilderness, on a cold, grassy field, I would be helplessly and cruelly raped by a stranger! My girlhood was about to end, but I was truly unwilling to say goodbye to her in this way. The intense pain inside me was unbearable. I could only plead with him in my heart, "Slow down, slow down!" I was now at his gates, my defenses wide open. If his powerful glans moved forward just a little more, I would... Just
then, I heard one of the men next to me say, "Brother always goes all the way. I wonder if this beauty can handle it?" Another man said, "How could she not? Boss's thing will definitely make her feel incredibly good!" I was filled with shame. Their constant teasing was less effective than just raping me right away. I heard the man on top of me grinding his teeth. I knew he was about to lose control. I saw him stare at me with bloodshot eyes, struggling to hold his breath, and say with difficulty, word by word, "Can you...can you...can't you...just wait...until you become...a young...woman...and then...we'll talk about it later...!" His thick, round waist thrust in forcefully, the powerful impact making my dry, tight vagina unable to resist. My whole body was pulled backward, and his thick, large penis irresistibly broke through my hymen and went all the way in. My vagina was immediately filled with a swollen penis. "Ah—" I screamed, tears streaming down my face, both from pain and heartbreak. I knew I had lost my virginity forever.
After taking my virginity, the man pressed his thick penis deep into my vagina, but it remained motionless for a while. His hands were still tightly gripping my shoulders, his strong chest pressing roughly against my soft breasts. I saw him with his eyes closed, head tilted back, swallowing excitedly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He seemed to be enjoying the pleasure my warm, tight vagina gave him, or perhaps he was intoxicated by the victory of having taken possession of a beautiful college girl like me. I was just getting used to the stretching of his thick penis into my tight vagina and the rhythmic thrusting against my vaginal walls. Finally, he calmed his breathing, looked down at me, and asked, "First time being fucked, was it good?" I couldn't face such blatant words and shyly turned my head away. Another man asked him, "Boss, are you enjoying it?" He chuckled and continued, "Fucking this little beauty is like plunging into a scalding hot spring! Her little cunt is so soft and tight, it even sucks you in! How could it not be great? You two should try it later." Another lewd laugh passed, and I could feel his penis growing even larger, filling my vagina to bursting.

His breathing became rapid again. He lowered his head and rested it on the grass to my left, naturally rubbing his rough face against my smooth cheek. I thought this was probably what lovers' intimacy was like, except I was with a complete stranger. He gently bit my earlobe with his teeth, blowing warm air onto my fair, slender neck: "Remember this, I'm your first man!" I knew it was the first time a man's penis had entered my vagina; I knew it wasn't the man I had in mind, but it was truly my first man's; I knew this man would reach orgasm through the mutual rubbing of our intercourse, and then inject his semen into my body with his large penis—that is, real intercourse—but he remained still. Finally, the man holding my left hand couldn't help but say, "Boss, what are we waiting for? Fuck her!" The man holding my right hand also said, "Yeah, boss, fuck her to death!" The man on top of me said with difficulty, "Okay, I'll fuck her a thousand times to show you, you two count!" They both responded simultaneously. Just then, I felt the penis inside me begin to move, slowly withdrawing, but stopping at the vaginal opening just before pulling out. After a short rest, it slowly pushed back up. "One!" I heard the two onlookers next to me say in unison. The penis withdrew again and then thrust back up. "Two!" they counted again.
How could my fresh vagina accommodate this rude and uninvited guest? The friction of his large, hard penis against my dry vagina was excruciating. I had heard that a girl's first time was painful, let alone my first time being raped! I bit my lip and endured it, my brows furrowed. By the time I heard the count to sixty, I was trembling all over and could no longer bear it. "Oh, it hurts!" I cried out. The person holding my right wrist said, "Boss, this won't do!" The person holding my left hand said, "Boss, how about we give her some medicine?" I heard the person on top of me grunt, and immediately heard footsteps and the sound of a car door opening and closing. A gust of wind blew a few strands of my messy hair onto my face, and in front of me was a bulging plastic ball, the kind with a big belly and a long neck, filled with red liquid. The person on top of me said, "Drink this and the pain will go away!" I knew it couldn't be any good medicine, so I shook my head and said, "I don't want to drink it." He chuckled, "That's not up to you!" My mouth was pried open by the person next to me with both hands, and the long neck of the pill ball pressed hard against my tongue, extending all the way to the root of my tongue. Good heavens, this was specially designed for women being raped! A thick liquid shot into my throat, and I couldn't resist, so I had to swallow it. The empty bottle was thrown far away, and the four of us fell silent. The surrounding darkness was terrifyingly quiet. I felt the cool liquid gradually flow into my stomach.
Soon I felt hot all over, my inner thighs and buttocks began to itch, my breasts swelled, and the place where we were joined was hot, numb, and itchy. Good heavens, they gave me an aphrodisiac! Soon my whole body was steaming with heat, and I was drenched in sweat. My vagina, which was no longer dry with his thrusts, gradually became lubricated. A tingling, pleasurable sensation emanated from our joined bodies, spreading like electricity throughout my entire being. It was a wonderful feeling I'd never experienced before, one I couldn't suppress. I knew this was the pleasure of intercourse; men and women come together to enjoy it. It was a physiological response, one that wouldn't be lost just because I was being raped. But I had to hold back. I couldn't let them see that I was experiencing pleasure. I couldn't show these lecherous men my vulnerability as a woman!

But the pleasure grew stronger and stronger, my heart pounded faster and faster. I gradually realized I was losing control of my body. When I counted to one hundred and ninety, I heard a desperate sound of water coming from our joined bodies. I could no longer hide it; my body's reaction showed that he had brought me pleasure! I heard a voice say, "Haha, you're feeling it!" I blushed deeply with shame. What was even more terrifying was that the penis inside me increased its thrusting frequency and became thicker and longer. The increasingly intense, throbbing pleasure pressed against the vaginal walls, violently impacting my brain. Our breathing became heavy and rapid. "Mmm," "Mmm," "Mmm," "Mmm," he couldn't help but open his mouth, humming heavily as he thrust into me. His rapid breaths constantly brushed against my ear, making it unbearably itchy. I quickly bit my lip, afraid that I would also be unable to help but moan like him. If I did, I would be utterly ashamed. Ha, I never imagined that this afternoon I would be cuddling and cuddling with my boyfriend, rarely even having any physical intimacy with him, and that by evening I would be being sexually assaulted by a completely naked stranger! Everything before my eyes felt like a dream. And then his thrusts became faster and more powerful, my whole body violently rubbing against the grass with each impact. My God, over four hundred thrusts, and he still maintained his fierce frequency without any sign of abating! I knew I was no match for him. My vagina gradually grew hot from his penetration, my vision blurred, and my chest heaved violently, my breasts bouncing rhythmically. With each thrust, I seemed to enter a fairyland, gradually experiencing hallucinations: I was already married, lying on my bridal bed, and the man on top of me, making love to me, was my boyfriend Ming, my true love. When they counted to 660, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Mmm," "Mmm," "Mmm," "Mmm," my moans escaped my lips and grew louder and louder. At just the right moment, he pressed his hot, thick lips against mine. Immersed in the overwhelming passion, I involuntarily opened my mouth and met his tongue. Our tongues immediately intertwined. Because I was on top and he was thrusting violently, his saliva kept flowing into my mouth. Later, he simply sucked my tongue into his mouth, holding it tightly with his lips, playing with it wantonly in his mouth. I couldn't breathe through my mouth anymore; the suffocating sensation created even more intense pleasure, instantly pushing me to a frenzied peak. A strong current surged through every pore of my body. My first orgasm in my life had finally arrived. "Ah—!" I opened my mouth and cried out in unparalleled pleasure. My whole body tensed up, and I felt a warm current gushing out of my vagina. My labia automatically and tightly gripped his penis, and the vaginal walls spasmed and contracted, clamping down on the glans. My mouth was open, and the intense excitement made my whole body tremble uncontrollably. My shoulders were shaking violently. At this moment, he stopped, simply using his two strong hands to hold my shoulders, pressing me firmly to the ground, patiently waiting for my orgasm to slowly subside. The two people holding me down released my hands and stood up, but my hands suddenly lost their strength and lay limply on the grass.

My tense muscles gradually relaxed, and the trembling of my whole body slowly subsided. Although I had just been raped, my whole body still felt indescribably comfortable, as if I had eaten a ginseng fruit. I was somewhat exhausted after the orgasm. His hands, which had been tightly holding my shoulders, released me and supported him on the ground. His upper body moved away from my chest, and my breasts, which had been squeezed so tightly, returned to their usual fullness and firmness. My breathing became a little easier, but I felt a slight coolness in my cleavage. I realized that I was drenched in sweat from extreme excitement, and my breasts, which had been pressed tightly against his chest, were especially sweaty. Even then, his entire penis was still throbbing inside my vagina! He panted and said, "Has the climax passed? I didn't expect you to give up after only a few rounds!" I was speechless with shame. Then his terrifying penis began to move again, like a train stopping briefly at a station before starting again. It was still so firm, so slow, so powerful, thrusting in and out of my vagina section by section, rubbing the glans against the opening before pushing in again.
His unhurried teasing and the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac finally reignited my excitement. "Mmm, mmm, ha, ha," I groaned helplessly. I wondered if this was really my voice, the voice of a model female college student? I tried to bite my lip, but the cries of pleasure kept escaping my lips. "Seven hundred and thirty-eight, seven hundred and thirty-nine!" The two people next to me kept counting, enjoying the process of my intercourse with him. With each thrust, with each count, we couldn't help but moan. The pleasure slowly made me lose my mind, and I gradually began to cooperate with his thrusts. I spread my legs wide apart, actively raising my buttocks high so that his penis could enter more deeply, and my arms involuntarily rose up to hold his thick, round waist.

At this point, he realized that I had completely broken down, so he began his next move: his iron-like hands gripped my shoulders and arms tightly, pulling me up into a sitting position. My buttocks were now sitting on his spread thighs, and we were now naked and embracing each other. His incredibly thick penis was still erect inside my vagina. This sudden change surprised me greatly. Sitting and having sex with him naked made me feel completely out of place. I never imagined that there was such a sexual position that would make a woman so ashamed. I lowered my head in embarrassment. He grinned smugly, opened his arms, and wrapped them around my back from behind, gently pulling me into his embrace. His hands gradually slid down to my buttocks, cupping my bottom and lifting me up. Simultaneously, his thighs pulled inward, a force propelling my body upward. I cried out in surprise, but my body fell back down, landing once more on his thick penis. This completed one round of friction between our genitals. Then came the second, the third… My body was completely passive, rising and falling on his thighs, continuing to endure his violation. His penis was deeply inside me. Although each thrust was difficult in this position, it brought us both even more intense stimulation. I quickly couldn't hold on any longer. The excruciating itch made me tightly clamp my legs around his waist, my hands wrapped around his chest. His strong arms continuously lifted and lowered my buttocks, and combined with the intense visual stimulation, I leaned against his shoulder, moaning softly. The friction of our chests made me even more excited. He passionately kissed my lips again. After a blissful union, I reached my second orgasm: "Ah—" I clung tightly to his chest, breaking free from his lips. Breathing heavily, my chin rested on his shoulder, I moaned in ecstasy. He stopped lifting my body, holding me tightly in his arms. My vaginal fluid gushed out again, while his large penis, blocking my lower body, left it inside. After the orgasm, my shame deepened. I buried my head low against his chest, only able to see his swollen belly and my slender waist pressed together. Our pubic hair blended into a dark patch, his large penis no longer visible. I knew that inside my secret place, I didn't know when this violation would end. Just then, he slowly pushed me to the ground, returning me to my original position. He pulled back, withdrawing his vile penis. I saw it glistening wetly in the moonlight; I knew it was the fluid secreted from both his and my bodies, something that made intercourse easier, an accomplice in his easy rape.

He grabbed my ankles again, this time spreading them across his shoulders, then leaned down, still inserting his penis into my vagina. His heavy body pressed me into a humiliating, shrimp-like shape; my knees almost touched my chest. Luckily, I'm quite flexible, otherwise my back would have been broken. This position made breathing incredibly difficult, while his large penis moved in and out of my vagina more easily. He gripped my shoulders tightly again, and I heard him say, "Today I'll show you what it means to be unable to reach ecstasy, unable to die!" Before he finished speaking, his thrusting suddenly became frenzied, like the pistons of a speeding train. Through the gap between his armpits and my thighs, I saw his high, rounded buttocks rising and falling like waves, while his huge penis fiercely pounded into my honey pot. His strong hips powerfully struck the back of my smooth thighs and round buttocks, making loud "slap," "slap," "slap," "slap" sounds. With each thrust, he tried to reach the deepest part of my body he could penetrate. I tensed all my muscles to welcome each of his fierce impacts. Our point of contact was already overflowing with spring water, and the sounds of thrusting filled the air. In an instant, I felt a wild, throbbing motion beneath me, my juices splashing everywhere. I could barely contain my racing heart, breathing heavily with excitement, my chest heaving. I closed my eyes in a daze, while he seemed to possess inexhaustible potential, relentlessly thrusting into me. I was quickly brought to another climax: I arched my back, pressing his penis tightly against my lower body, leaving no gap between us. His thick, hard pubic hair rubbed against my clitoris, waves of pleasure becoming unbearable! My vaginal fluid gushed out again. I threw my head back, my chin held high in excitement, moaning almost as if I were suffocating. Suddenly, he recklessly spread my legs off his shoulders, my heels sliding down to his lower back. After a dozen rapid thrusts, he abruptly pounced on me, his arms quickly passing under my armpits and pulling me back over my shoulders. My soft body was once again tightly embraced by him. I felt his penis inside me harder and larger than ever before, completely filling my body. The burning, full, firm, and throbbing sensations were overwhelming. I desperately wanted to close my legs to help my vagina grip the penis that was driving me to ecstasy, but his thick body blocked my way. I could only squeeze his thick, round waist with all my might. The intense tingling and numbness in my inner thighs and the area where we were joined was unsoothed, and the waves of pleasure almost made me faint. At this moment, his lower body was pressed firmly against my vulva, thrusting with all his might into the deepest part of my vagina, leaving no gap between his penis and mine. I, in turn, used all my strength to raise my hips, completely engulfing his erect penis. "Ah, ah—!" He cried out in pleasure in my ear, his penis inside me burning hot and hard as a rock, beginning to throb violently. At the same time, he tensed all his muscles, holding me tightly and shivering repeatedly. And right at the point of our union, streams of semen shot into my body. Those streams of semen shot straight into my heart like sharp arrows. I knew that this moment meant that I had been completely fucked by him.
After ejaculating the last stream of semen, our tense bodies almost simultaneously went limp, and he collapsed weakly onto me. After two orgasms, I had no strength left in my body, and his penis gradually softened and slipped out of my vagina. Due to the intense and prolonged stimulation, my tender labia were still trembling slightly. I heard a voice say, "Boss, one thousand and twenty-four times!" He stood up, put on his clothes, while I remained lying numbly on the cold grass. I could feel the remaining semen gushing from my vagina, flowing onto the grass beneath my buttocks. The sticky semen had made my once clean and shiny pubic hair wet and messy, clinging to the area around my vaginal opening. A breeze blew, and my lower body and inner thighs felt instantly cold; after this ravages, my private parts were now a mess. Tears blurred my vision. I looked at that dark shadow—this was the stranger who had made love to me for the first time; this was the man who had turned me from a girl into a woman; this was the man who had given me my first taste of orgasm; this was the man who had taken my precious virginity. I didn't know whether to hate him or love him. God, why punish me like this? Why did I have to go through this? Why?

You can probably guess what happened next. I was then gang-raped by the remaining two men. How could my virginity withstand the continuous rape of three strong men with extensive sexual experience! With the relentless, surging thrusts of their thick penises into my tender vagina, I was driven to faint several times by the intense excitement of orgasms. When I awoke, they were still panting heavily, tightly holding me and violently fucking me. My body was eventually tortured into a state as limp as a cooked noodle, and they manipulated me into various sexual positions at will. After they had satisfied their lust on me, they even used my underwear and bra to wipe their limp penises clean! They threw my underwear and bra into their car as spoils of war, and drove off.
I lay quietly on the grass, completely exhausted. The eastern sky was already beginning to lighten. I glanced at my watch: it was past four. Good heavens, I had been gang-raped for a full four hours! My limp wrists collapsed back onto the grass. I thought about how the sun would rise again soon, but I would be nothing but a shadow of my former self! I struggled to my feet, picking up my torn dress and coat. The dress, though tattered, still provided some cover. I carefully removed the withered grass and leaves, slowly putting it on. Clutching my aching lower abdomen, throbbing from their repeated assaults, I laboriously made my way out of the woods and to a nearby hotel. I booked a room. In the bathtub, I turned the water up high, the entire bathroom steaming. Tears streaming down my face, I frantically lathered myself with soap and various shower gels, washing myself repeatedly. After the bath, I lay weakly on the hotel's clean, soft bed, wrapping myself tightly in a blanket. Having experienced such a whirlwind, I feel as if I'm still swaying in the wind and rain. The green of life has been heavily painted gray by this sudden disaster, and beautiful dreams have been shattered by the unpredictable and merciless reality.

After dawn, I went to another corner of the city, bought some birth control pills, took them, and then lay in bed in the hotel all day. I thought about so many things, and whenever I felt sad, I could only sob alone. Ming, how can I tell you? I am no longer a pure girl. Can you forgive me? Will you still love me as before?

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