Unpleasant experience

"Waaah... Hmph... Mmm..." A young girl gritted her teeth, her heart pounding, and let out a loud groan. Tears slowly slid down her cheeks
. A beautiful woman dressed in an office lady outfit lay flat on the dining table, angrily and desperately turning her pretty face to look out the window. Her hands were held up by the hem of her suit skirt, and her long, thin-stockinged legs were clenched slightly in shame. My eight-inch penis was penetrating her soft vulva through the torn stockings.
"Is it still as tight as before? I see your lower body is still a line. Haven't you done that again?"
I began to slowly move my hips, and she let out a low, painful moan, her legs trembling incessantly.
"No... never again... Ah... Ugh... For the next few days after that, my lower body felt stretched open... It hurt so much!"
Her delicate features were contorted in pain, and with each inch my penis entered, her vagina tightened, just like before.
As she cried out in pain, her body arched, making it easy for me to reach inside the purple blouse she'd worn that evening during her interview with a certain department head
. I gently pressed against the light pink bra that tightly covered her chest, and through it, I could feel the smooth, delicate, and firmness of her breasts—a sensation even more intense than before. I slipped my fingers inside the bra, teasing her small nipples. Her breasts were tender and soft, like cotton yet full of elasticity, incredibly comfortable to hold.
"Ugh...ah...I don't like sex...I have faith..."
the girl gasped in pain and helplessness, her slender hands instinctively gripping my hand that was violating her, fueling my desire to torment her.
"Is it good? Is it good? Don't rush, there's more to come!"
I thrust hard, and she closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her face. Her bra was pushed down to her armpits, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her delicate hands tried to push against my thick waist. "Ah...it hurts...be gentle..." "
You said the same thing eight years ago," I pointed to the "artistic photo" I took back then, "It's bigger than when I touched it in Form 7. Why is it that when I see you reporting on the news, it's always smaller than when I forcibly took your virginity?"
The two thin straps of her bra had fallen to her arms. I forcefully and wantonly ravaged her long-lost, soft, elastic, and white breasts that rose and fell with her breath. I kissed and sucked her already hard and erect pink nipples, and began to thrust my waist into her, making piston-like movements.
"I...don't...it hurts...body...strength..."
The news from the T-shirts was incredibly boring, but they were just as good at selecting women as I was.
"Skill? With your terrible performance during the reporting, didn't you get to the top by selling your looks?"
The beautiful anchorwoman's snow-white, round buttocks under her suit skirt slapped loudly as I pounded into her, a wonderfully pleasurable union with my pleasure.
"Ah! I don't want to...it hurts...I can't take it...pull it out...it hurts...it hurts...!...Let me go!"
The pure and innocent anchorwoman blushed with shy resentment, her legs, clad in textured, sheer stockings, clenched and unclenched against my waist, her black, shiny high heels swaying as I invaded her secret place.
Sobbing, she bit down hard on a tuft of hair to ease the pain of the second penetration.
"If you hadn't gotten to the top by selling your looks, I wouldn't have come back to you. But I still vividly remember that special first time you offered yourself to me, hahaha..."
Indeed, if she weren't a popular anchorwoman, I wouldn't have gone back to the same woman. I'm a fickle person.
Her forced composure couldn't conceal the truth beneath her suit skirt; her pearly white teeth were tightly biting her lower lip, as if trying to stifle the ecstatic moans. Her face was flushed, like a spring begonia, and her small, cute nose and bright red lips were trembling.
"So tight... I'm saying no... moan louder... your waist is so good at shaking... shake harder... it feels so good..."
Each thrust rippled the pink walls of the demure young girl's vagina. Tears streaming down her face, she could no longer control herself, shaking her head and moaning, her black high heels pounding against the abusive man's heaving back.
"...Ah...you jerk...let me go...stop...stop..."
I ripped off her light pink bra, revealing her tender breasts with pointed nipples swaying back and forth beneath her skirt, incredibly alluring. I kissed her soft, moist lips, her breath sweet as orchids. "Stop what...this is the real show."
She arched her back sharply, lifting her lithe body, making her sit upright. Her snow-white, alluring, rounded buttocks and long legs pressed tightly against my thighs. I lifted her, and with the help of gravity, my penis slammed firmly into her wet, soft core. The soft, tender walls of her vagina gripped and wrapped tightly around my penis.
"...Ugh...I feel so uncomfortable..."
This sudden attack left the dignified and charming young anchorwoman with a strange sense of fullness. She sighed deeply, her slender, exquisite body trembling and convulsing, her long hair, loosened and falling over her shoulders, exceptionally seductive.
"You always act so mature and serious when reporting the news, why don't you let more people see your lewd side..." He carried her to the balcony by the window while still thrusting into her.
The innocent eyes of the news anchor girl darted nervously left and right, feeling unable to resist and covering her face with her hands in shame. Then, two red clouds flew up to her cheeks.
"No... Waaah... Please... Don't let anyone know... Let someone see... Waaah..."
Her soft body was tossed up and down like a pile driver, her undone office lady dress fluttering like a flag in the wind.
"Ugh... Pull it out quickly... Waaah..."
He moved around the room, raping her. The intense activity made her arch her back, tears streaming down her face. Forgetting that she was being raped, she pitifully wrapped her arms around me.
"...No... Don't move... I can't take it anymore... I'm about to faint..."
With the man's thrusts, the girl's slender hands rested on my shoulders, tightly embracing me, and she began to moan and groan softly, her beautiful voice melodious, her alluring body both welcoming and resisting.
As she willingly embraced me, breast to breast, I massaged her, feeling the exquisite softness and fragrance of her body. I didn't hold back, caressing her smooth, jade-like back, reveling in her flushed face, which, despite the unbridled caresses, still exuded elegance. She kept turning her head to avoid me, so I kissed her earlobe and said, "Come on, come on..."
"Ugh...no...it's my fertile period today...you jerk...you can't do this...no..."
She was both ashamed and anxious, her legs involuntarily bending and wrapping around my strong waist, hoping to lock my waist and prevent my penis from thrusting in her vagina, but she couldn't resist my powerful waist strength.
"Waaah...stop...I'm getting married soon, I don't want to get pregnant...I beg you...waaah...pull it out..."
On the contrary, her actions, the smooth, delicate, transparent stockings under her skirt rubbing against my waist, her calves and high heels pressing against my back, gave me even more intense pleasure. With her help, I fully enjoyed the warmth of the young woman's body. The penis beneath the elegant suit of the potential young anchorwoman thrust directly towards her cervix with each stroke.
"Ugh...ah...ah...ugh..."
Her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, large beads of sweat rolled down her smooth cheeks, and tears mingled with her brimming eyes. Her thin, moist lips parted slightly, emitting sobbing moans with each thrust.
Knowing my climax was near, the pretty young news anchor felt lost and helpless, unsure of what to do. She could only turn her face away, helplessly letting the man thrust violently into her. Humiliated by the rape, she lay sprawled on the bed, barely able to breathe, tears streaming down her face once more.
Seeing the young anchor beneath me, her hair disheveled from the impact, I knew the bride-to-be desperately needed the man's frenzied ravaging. Amidst her pleas, I thrust my hips one last time, forcing her clitoris to rub against my glans, before reaching my peak…
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I specifically target girls from prestigious universities, enjoying violating their pure bodies and witnessing their cries and wails of first love. Plus, being from prestigious universities, they are known for their forbearance, their reluctance to publicize their shameful acts of rape—and indeed, that's true.
In the study room of the Hong Kong Central Library, I was scouting for prey, constantly scanning the female students around me. Thin, white, easily see-through uniform shirts—these were my favorites.
Finally, I spotted a girl in a corner of the study room. She was wearing a light blue school uniform, her upper body peeking through her bra, her slightly full breasts lifting her thin, white school uniform. She was studying for her Advanced Level exams.
I knew she was my target for the night. I kept stealing glances at her pink legs peeking out from under her skirt. Her classmate was with her; she was pretty, but her grade was a little lower.
Closing time finally arrived, and everyone else scattered like birds. I naturally followed, admiring her perfectly ironed uniform, the skirt just touching her knees—alluring, tempting, and even tempting to commit a crime. I couldn't help but imagine her pinning me down beneath her uniform… I was breathless, swallowing hard.
I felt incredibly excited about the prospect of deeply violating this chaste girl! My penis began to swell and throb, the glans uncontrollably protruding from my trousers.
I followed her to her apartment in the tenement building. When the time was right, I pressed her mouth shut and pulled her to a dark corner on the rooftop. I relentlessly inhaled her intoxicating scent and touched the bra strap on her back through her school uniform. Even through the uniform and bra, I could still feel the soft, elastic texture of her skin.
She struggled the whole way, trying to shield me with her schoolbag and block my intrusive hands. I slipped my hand under her skirt, pulled apart her thighs that she tried to clench, and caressed her private parts through her panties.
"Ah... I hate it..."
Her devilish fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, mercilessly stroking her vulva. She trembled slightly and cried out, then quickly shut her mouth. I
pulled off her pure white school panties and left them hanging on one leg, immediately exposing her sparse pubic hair and untouched vulva.
"Let me go, no! I have faith, please don't disturb me... Waaah..."
The pleading expression of the beautiful girl from the prestigious university was indeed different. I lowered my head and kissed her cherry lips, a faint fragrance emanating from her small mouth. This was her first kiss, and the girl's awkward reaction excited me even more.
I couldn't resist. Even the most oblivious girl would realize what was squeezing between her legs, let alone a well-behaved and academically excellent girl in front of me?
Her already stiff body began to tremble. The most terrible and humiliating thing—the misfortune of being raped and losing her virginity—was about to happen to her. She kept twisting her body, because she knew that once my penis was inserted, her precious virginity would be lost forever...
But she felt ashamed and dared not shout loudly, so she used her hands to push my upper body away. When she saw the hideous-looking penis, she was so frightened that she couldn't close her mouth. Her soft and slender hands pushed away the ugly thing's intrusion. Touching it made her feel nauseous, and her hands covered her vagina. Such a cute and innocent reaction increased my interest in violating her.
She pleaded softly, "No, no, no! Please, I'm still a virgin... No, I'll do anything you want, please... no..."
Her resistance grew weak, and she retreated to the corner. Where could she go? My pent-up desire, simmering in the library study room, was already rubbing between her smooth legs. She knew no one would come to her rescue; she would be violated here. This girl's panic at losing her virginity only excited me more.
"Enough... please... let me go..."
Her cries were soft and pitiful, incredibly alluring. Coupled with the natural, innocent, and lovely aura of a beautiful young girl emanating from her, the slit between her legs seemed to beckon me to thrust inside, to pound my large penis into its owner.
I gripped her shoulders with both hands, preventing her from struggling at all. "I'm coming, beautiful..." I began to forcefully insert my hard penis into her still slightly dry vagina.
The girl in the uniform straightened up, her whole body trembling. "Ugh! Ugh... Go away... Ugh... Get away..."
The glans slowly forced open her small, pink labia, trying to continue, but it was impossible to move forward. The glans was stuck, the girl's sacred place resisting being violated, it was just too tight.
I only entered a small part, and she couldn't take it anymore, her chest heaving. In her voice, I heard the girl's cowardice and fear, "No... you bastard..."
Her legs kept opening and closing forcefully, her labia could already feel the temperature of the penis. She was about to have her virginity taken by the pervert in front of her, she was unwilling to accept it, but she was helpless, and let out a sad cry of giving up.
At that moment, the girl's cell phone rang... I gently pulled my penis out, took the phone from my bag, turned on the speakerphone, and handed it to her.
A hint of joy flickered in her eyes, and she felt the penis's hardness decrease. The ringing of the phone awakened the pervert's conscience. He smoothed her school uniform, which had been wrinkled from her earlier struggles, put her underwear back on her buttocks, and moved away from her body. He then helped her, sitting on the ground, tidy herself up and put on her hair ornaments.
Although his penis had been caressing her smooth white thighs, she didn't mind; she was filled with gratitude.
"Hello...are you home yet?" It was the classmate who had been with her earlier.
Just as she was about to answer, she felt a tightening in her waist, and a piercing, burning pain returned to her lower body. The ugly, eight-inch-long spear that had left her was now attacking again, the tip pushing aside her white underwear and stabbing hard into her vagina inch by inch from her labia.
"...Ah...no...no...not home yet...ouch..."
Her face turned pale instantly, and she almost gritted her teeth as she let out a muffled groan. The head of his penis entered her labia, and the pain made her arch her back at a ninety-degree angle, her thighs clenching tightly around the perpetrator's waist.
I did this because I knew she would be ashamed of her humiliating situation and try her best to hide it from her friends. I decided to take a bold risk and tease her a little.
She did indeed choose to endure it. Although this prolonged pain in her lower body was a formal declaration that her virginity was about to be lost, she tried to sound nonchalant, saying, "Almost there, almost there..." but her voice was starting to whimper.
Indeed, she was almost at the threshold of her hymen.
I grinned lewdly as I gripped her thighs, adjusting the angle based on my experience from the phone call. She was busy answering her classmates' questions and didn't offer any unnecessary resistance—to put it bluntly, she was afraid that any resistance would reach her classmates' ears. Now I could even more easily rape this seemingly innocent and cute girl, slowly and deliberately penetrating the virgin territory of this neatly dressed schoolgirl.
She exuded a pitiful yet shy aura, biting her lip tightly to endure the pain, her brows furrowed as she looked at me with pleading eyes, before replying to her classmate, "N-nothing...it's just...it hurts a little...it hurts so much...my head hurts..."
Tears welled in the innocent girl's eyes as she mouthed, "Let...me...go...away..." clinging to a sliver of hope that the man would take pity on her and spare her life.
Of course, this only fueled the man's lust. He gently stroked the girl's face, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, "Say goodbye to your virginity! Are you excited, nervous, or in pain right now?"
He pressed down harder, his hands gripping her slender waist, and thrust in.
Knowing she couldn't take it, she covered her mouth with her hand… just then… in that instant, "Ugh~~~~~~~~" a desperate moan escaped her throat. She clearly felt the weapon's relentless, suffocating force, the vagina's pressure and resistance, the last line of her virginity finally crumbling.
She trembled, forcing herself not to cry out, not wanting her friend on the other end of the line to know the tragedy of being violated by a pervert. She clenched her teeth into her palms, tears streaming down her face.
"You get such good grades, yet you still work so hard and ruin your health. Does it hurt? Don't yell like that, serves you right."
Her classmate teased her half-jokingly, as I began thrusting into the spot where her hymen had been broken.
After more than ten thrusts, although she hadn't made a sound, I knew she was in excruciating pain, fully experiencing the initial joy of escaping unscathed, only to plummet back into the abyss of slowly losing her virginity. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead as she hunched over the phone, her other hand jerking as she pulled at my hand that was gripping her waist, trying to release the intense pain of her unlubricated vagina being forcibly penetrated for the first time.
On the other end of the line, her classmate, seeing that the girl hadn't responded for a long time, called out, "Hello... hello..."
Of course, he didn't know that her good friend was being raped, blood already flowing between her legs.
The girl was subjected to extreme humiliation over the phone. The glans of my penis rubbed away the remnants of her hymen bit by bit. Oh, her intoxicating, pitiful eyes! My penis suddenly thrust hard.
"Okay...it really hurts...uh..."
The girl's voice became very tight as she said this. She had never imagined that being raped would be so painful. The physical pain was nothing compared to the psychological trauma. She had to keep quiet during the torture of losing her virginity. Her heart was in extreme agony.
She simply didn't have the courage to share her feelings with her best friend on the phone: her hair was tied in a ponytail with a pretty light blue bow, revealing her smooth neck; her frameless glasses sat slightly askew on her face; her school uniform was still intact on top, but underneath her school uniform skirt was a male genital organ she'd only seen in sex education class, slowly penetrating her forbidden territory until she lost her virginity, unable to resist in the slightest, as if she were willingly offering herself to a lecher; or she could truthfully confess that she was being raped, the sorrow of having her innocent fruit forcibly taken, but she also had to answer her friend's incoherent questions on the other end of the line.
But she realized she had to pull herself together and finish the call quickly, otherwise, with the relentless thrusting and withdrawing, she'd go crazy.
"...I'm tired from studying tonight, I want to rest early, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Then she hung up the phone.
"Ah...ah...please...stop......"
She had been enduring the pain, struggling to keep from uttering a sound. After the call ended, she cried out and fainted, losing consciousness.
I looked at our point of contact; my penis was being cleansed by the sacred blood of a virgin, dark red virgin blood.
The warm, tight walls of her virgin flesh enveloped and sucked on half of my penis, feeling incredibly good; I even felt like I was going to ejaculate. I'd been with several virgin girls from prestigious universities in the past month, but none were as tight as her.
I dared not move again, not wanting to waste the opportunity to savor a truly pure young girl, or for the virgin before me to laugh at me.
I unbuttoned her uniform shirt, pushed aside her pure white lace bra, and grasped her snow-white, tender breasts, kneading them freely. I sucked on her breasts, gently biting her pink nipples.
I took out my camera and photographed my spoils. After I finished taking the photos and put the camera away, the girl woke up again. The man pressing down on her and the tearing pain in her lower body, along with the panties she had used to wipe away her virgin blood, told her it wasn't a nightmare.
"Please... this... my first time... is that okay?" The elegant girl trembled with pain and fear, pleading, "I can't believe I've already... please... let me go back... please... please..."
My hand gently caressed her smooth, jade-like skin beneath her school uniform. The beautiful and refined girl was incredibly shy and embarrassed, wanting to scream but not daring to, her face contorted with shame and indignation at losing her virginity.
"No... no... it hurts... it hurts so much down there... oh..."
Struggling in the excruciating pain of losing her virginity, she squeezed her legs together, trying to clamp her thighs tightly, trying to keep the penis from entering again.
"So good... you're so tight down there... whew... so good... I never thought a Form 7 student could be so tight..."
Enjoying the squeezing and rubbing of her vaginal walls trying to push the invader out, she could clearly see the thick penis forcing open her narrow paradise.
"Ah...no...please let me go...don't move...you jerk, get away...it hurts so much..."
The girl's beautiful face contorted in pain as she groaned urgently, shaking her long, black hair.
She recalled how, in the gym class locker room, her classmates would always steal glances at her pure body, and some girls would even sneakily slip their hands under her uniform, inside her bra, fondling her firm, white breasts, teasing her cute pink nipples, making her blush furiously.
A young girl's heart is always poetic; she fantasized about how romantic her first time would be, dreaming of saving it for her beloved, and believing that sexual intercourse would be a pleasurable experience.
"Why...waah...why punish me like this? Why does the ugly thing come true instead of the good?"
In her adolescent sexual fantasies, she had imagined being defiled, her hair disheveled, and masturbation felt like a crime. Afterwards, she would constantly reflect on and blame herself for her fantasies. That was just a fantasy, it couldn't be real, could it?
Just a few steps from her warm home, on the rooftop under the moonlight, her fallen schoolbag propped up her head like a pillow. Her long, black hair, once tied up, was now completely loose, scattered around the bag. Her bright, watery eyes saw that she was still wearing her school uniform, but the buttons in the front had been removed, her bra strap torn open, revealing a white bra. The bra was half-hanging on her breasts, and her long, beautiful legs, beneath her school uniform skirt, were wrapped around the perpetrator's back. She felt shamelessly being forcibly kissed, touched, rubbed, and fondled all over.
"Ugh... Seventeen precious years... and now I'm losing my virginity like this... The pervert in front of me looks satisfied, while I have to grit my teeth and suppress the embarrassment of losing my virginity... Ugh..."
She bit her palm with her white teeth, busy covering her helpless sobs with her hands. Her school uniform was pulled down to her shoulders, her breasts subjected to unprecedented violation. Beneath her knee-length skirt, a pair of snow-white, delicate thighs were clasped together, a fiery, burning penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. The lustful beast, having achieved its goal, continued to ravage her, her delicate body pinned down and relentlessly assaulted. She could only release her pent-up grief and loss of virginity through tears once more.
I wrapped one arm around the beautiful girl's smooth back, the other around her slender waist, lifting her up and adjusting her position. She suddenly sat on me, facing me, simultaneously parting her soft, smooth legs.
"Ah! No, stop! Ugh...no...ahhh...no...don't do it anymore..."
I admired the innocent, untouched pink secrets of the young girl, helplessly forced to swallow my penis. The woman-on-top thrusting allowed my glans to penetrate deeper into her body.
"Ugh...it hurts...please...ugh...it hurts...it's splitting...no...it's splitting..."
Her hair, disheveled from my fucking, had only been thrust into a few times before I hit her soft cervix, completely opening up her tight virgin vagina.
The pain and exhaustion from struggling made her lie on top of me. I stopped, letting the urge to ejaculate subside quickly, kissing her crystal-clear cheeks, enjoying the soft, full breasts of the young girl, her hard nipples pressed against my body.
The snow-white skin on her pretty face was now tinged pink. Then I laid the girl flat on the ground, my devilish hands reaching for her slender, beautiful legs. The alluring legs that had been exposed outside her skirt while I was studying in the study room had already driven me crazy.
"Ah...ah...please...please...no...ah...no...it hurts so much down there...no...oh..."
The blue half-skirt of her school uniform was pulled up to her waist, and one of her legs was placed on my shoulder. My penis was pressing against her vulva, and my hands were roaming up and down her slender, smooth legs, inhaling the scent of her white, tender calves. Her clean black buckled school shoes swayed weakly.
"So smooth...schoolgirls are really different, so fragrant and smooth, so tight and hot inside..." Her
well-proportioned, pure, and delicate breasts trembled violently as I began my final thrust. I watched her bite her lower lip tightly, and she let out a long hum.
Her beautiful slender waist swayed back and forth with my powerful thrusts, and her lower body made a series of "slap slap" sounds from the impact. The man's heavy breathing and the pure schoolgirl's resistance mixed with her panting sounds intertwined.
The girl here had been penetrated to the point of exhaustion, what difference was there between her and a corpse? At this moment, I needed to give her a stimulation even more terrifying than losing her virginity.
"I love raping female students like you... It feels so good, so good! Your vaginal walls are squeezing me so tightly, it feels so good, I'm almost done!"
The girl knew my intentions, of course. She panicked. Only the person who was raped and lost her virginity knew, but pregnancy was...
"Ah... Please don't shoot inside... shoot... into my body... no... please... you pervert... stop... waaaaaah..."
"How about I shoot inside you later? It's more fun to get you pregnant than to break your virginity."
To prevent the girl from screaming uncontrollably, I pulled down the straps of the girl's bra hanging from her arm and made her bite it, and then I shot inside her.
The books in her schoolbag were scattered all over the floor, a complete mess. A strange and evil man was wantonly raping her pure and innocent body. She saw the following in her Chinese literature textbook on the ground: "When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it will first test his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body, empty his resources, and thwart his actions, so as to strengthen his resolve and increase his abilities." "
Is this what it means?... It's a lie," she cried out, "...What's the use of studying hard... To suffer losing my virginity amidst piles of notebooks and a phone call next to my best friend... Deliberately... Deliberately raping me while I'm still wearing my neat school uniform... The pervert is about to ejaculate..."
She bit her lace bra and let out a soul-stirring moan, shaking her head frantically with meaningless "uh-uh" sounds.
"That thick, ugly thing is forcing open my cervix... This bastard is about to ejaculate... Oh no..."
Knowing she couldn't escape, her small, white, cute hands, clasped in black leather shoes, pounded on the other person's shoulders, her vagina contracting even tighter. Her
newly matured youthful body twisted anxiously, trying to escape. Completely conquering the elegant and pure-looking girl from the prestigious university, an unnamed sense of superiority welled up within her. This time, the pleasure was unstoppable. Her hands gripped her twisting waist, the light blue knee-length uniform skirt wrapped around her waist, her vulva opened.
"Shameless, wicked wolf, pervert... Letting someone press down on me and thrust into me, but I can't call the police or anyone will know about the rape, it's so painful... and I might get pregnant... No, no, don't let my uterus open... Ah... My efforts, my life, are over, no..."
At that moment, she felt a surge of heat in her vagina, the penis inside deeply pressed against her uterus, "Ugh..." The semen mercilessly shot deep into her uterus.
Irrigating the womb of a seventeen-year-old beauty, conquering the tender garden of a girl exuding pure elegance, the cruel reality of becoming a woman filled her with sorrow, her eyes tightly closed, breathing heavily and evenly, a helpless, mournful gasp, and the emptiness of losing her virginity.
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Today is the day the teenage news anchor becomes a wife. Her husband is dead drunk, just like a guest who has died.
"She didn't get pregnant in the end, did she?"
She twisted her head desperately, but of course, it was all in vain.
My hand slipped into the cleavage of her wedding dress, slowly and gently kneading her breasts, which weren't covered by a bra. Even through the thin bra, I could feel the soft yet firm nipples, already adorably protruding from the caresses. I moved my fingers faster, playing with her private parts in circular motions.
"...Please...don't mention it again...uh...uh...I took...after...pills...ah..."
"Alright, today is your wedding day, so I'll give you a big gift: I'll use your mouth, hehe."
With his eyes closed, he enjoyed the humiliation of serving this beautiful young wife, his penis moving back and forth in and out of the gentle and dignified anchorwoman's mouth in front of the TV. The clumsy movements were still a great pleasure for me.
Watching the beautiful and elegant young anchorwoman being played with by me again, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, panting and coughing.
"Hey, you have to serve me with your tongue, lick it quickly, do you want me to fuck you tonight?"
The anchorwoman, with her beautiful hair brushed behind her ears, was cleaning my little brother under her low-cut, backless white wedding dress. Grabbing the head of the huge penis against her throat, she protested with very uncomfortable moans, her jade hands, wearing the wedding rings she wore at church today, slapping my buttocks.
"No wonder you make a living with your mouth," her long legs in white high heels trembled and twitched in protest as I reached out to touch her vulva. "Your mouth is so capable, hee hee..."
Hearing her soft moans escaping from her nose, her breasts, which were meant to be enjoyed by her husband tonight, swayed uncontrollably against her smooth, white body beneath the veil. The stimulating scent from his penis almost made her faint during her first oral sex experience. Finally, he couldn't hold back and ejaculated all of his semen into her mouth.
She then rushed to the toilet to vomit...
Watching her walk gracefully beneath her veil, swaying with captivating charm, she was incredibly sexy. Her two bare, white thighs were as lustrous as white jade, especially her feet in white high heels, which were incredibly alluring.
I unexpectedly grabbed her from behind, caressing her smooth, soft skin. The girl arched her back to avoid my hands ravaging her under her wedding dress, playing with her clitoris, labia, and vulva. Her long legs trembled, and even her ears turned red. She sadly opened her sexy, delicate mouth.
"Waaah...didn't you promise not to rape me after giving me oral sex?...Please...let me go?" She sobbed softly, looking utterly pitiful. "Your outfit today...my little wife, my little brother is up again!" It was time to fulfill the groom's duty in the bridal chamber.
The bride shuddered, thinking of being forcibly violated again, watching helplessly as the lecherous rod penetrated her once more on their wedding night. She frantically twisted her waist and buttocks, making a final struggle. The hand rubbing her labia forcefully pushed the girl's right thigh open to the right, forcing his legs between hers.
"No...please let me go tonight..." Her legs felt the heat and hardness of his penis, her body trembled slightly as if electrocuted, tears welling in her eyes. "...Ugh...uh..." Her lower body desperately tried to escape the man's hard penis.
His penis was tightly gripped by the tender flesh of her thighs. "Wearing such sexy panties for your wedding..." He quickly pulled the panties down to her legs, grabbed her slender waist and pulled her towards his penis, forcefully thrusting it deep into her body.
"Ah...no!"
She involuntarily rose slightly on her tiptoes, her smooth, white back straightening instantly, her head tilting back, only the toes of her high heels touching the ground. "Ah...no...no...wait...wait...ah...it hurts...ah...ah...ah...it hurts...stop...oh...ah...it hurts..." He braced his hands on the sink, in a position he hadn't tried since their student days, forcing her into a rear-entry position.
"Tonight I'll temporarily take over as your husband. Your ass and waist are really good at shaking, aren't they? You're so tight, pretending to be innocent. You keep moaning that you're enjoying being fucked, aren't you?"
She looked up in pain, straightened her back, and shook her head desperately, trying to control her voice.
"Ooh, it hurts... You have to wear a condom... Please... I... Ooh, it hurts... I bought one... um... um... it's in the counter... ah..."
I pressed my body tightly against her back, grabbed her snow-white shoulders through the thin veil and pulled them back. The light wedding dress was pulled down to her waist, constantly hitting her round buttocks that were sticking out backward on her thighs.
"I'm sorry, but all my sexual experience since birth has been with quiet, well-behaved schoolgirls, innocent and clean, not afraid of STDs. I've never used a condom since I learned about sex. You're such a slut! Buying condoms so you can have sex with your husband every day? Ha..."
The mirror reflected her clearly, revealing her refined and dignified appearance with a tearful expression. A delicate silver necklace adorned her slender white neck, and her pert breasts swayed like wind chimes under her unbuttoned wedding dress. Looking down, her labia, spread wide, tightly gripped his thick penis. His
long legs went weak, and he almost collapsed. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair. He moved his lips to her earlobe, gently licking it. He moved to her neck, gently kissing and licking her nose and lips. He slowly buried his face in her snow-white breasts, sucking on her pink nipples. His hands moved from her smooth, white back through her wedding dress to her flawless thighs, slowly savoring the youthful, gentle, and fragrant body of the newlywed anchorwoman.
Tears streamed down the young anchorwoman's face like broken beads. On her wedding night, not her husband was there, but a lecherous man was wantonly defiling her on their new bed. Her beautiful eyes saw only her struggle to escape, yet she was pinned down, unable to move, her legs spread wide, completely at his mercy. Opening her watery eyes again, she saw one of her fair thighs dangling from the edge of the bed, trembling incessantly.
"Look how beautiful you are! How much you want a man to fuck you!"
Hearing the lecherous man's words, she knew that her loose hair under the white dress made her even more alluring, attracting even more relentless attacks from the man. Her delicate body throbbed with each thrust, her right hand gripping the sheets tightly to endure, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
"No...ah...I'm going to die...it hurts so much...waaaah...no..." Under the relentless assault from above and below, she cried out pitifully, begging for mercy.
Amidst the young married woman's ecstatic pleas and moans, I freely licked and sucked her soft lips and tongue, gently caressing her delicate clitoris. Her long, snow-white legs were spread apart and raised onto my shoulders, while I rubbed her tender white breasts against her low-cut wedding dress, slowly and deliberately raping the beautiful bride beneath me. The silver anklet on her high heels and the necklace on her chest jingled softly.
"Such a tight little hole, still so tight even on the third time. Trust my experience with rape, I can definitely fool your husband into thinking you're still a virgin."
At that moment, she must have been thinking of her drunken husband outside the hall, right? Her snow-white fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her buttocks twisting, her jade legs clamping around my waist with each movement, her body writhing in an attempt to escape the invading penis.
Silently enduring this helplessness that she couldn't scream out, she naturally recalled the pain of losing her virginity during a phone call when she was a student.
"Wife, go ahead and scream. He just drank wine mixed with sleeping pills. No one will disturb us tonight... Let you experience the thrill of adultery, especially since it's your first night after marriage. It'll be quite a unique experience, won't it?"
In her weak and powerless struggle, he grabbed her soft and smooth breasts and slowly kneaded them, occasionally pinching her tender, engorged, and hardened nipples. The faint fragrance of a young girl emanated from his body. He held her flawless white legs under her gauze dress and thrust deeper, making the anchorwoman's young wife moan and beg for mercy.
"Ugh... please... ah... it hurts... it's too big and too deep... husband... save me... ah..."
She didn't care about shame anymore, loudly wailing and moaning. Her delicate body under her pure white wedding dress trembled violently a few times. Her head suddenly tilted back, revealing her slender, white neck, and she let out a long, lewd cry.
"It's so tender there, it gets hotter the further in you go. You chose such a sexy wedding dress, are you trying to seduce someone? My wife is so slutty, she really needs to be taught a lesson."
Having experienced being raped by me eight years ago and a month ago, she desperately tried to push me away, hoping I wouldn't ejaculate inside her: "No... what are you doing... pull it out... um... uh..."
That dress was a fusion of Chinese and Western styles, the lower half was a Chinese silk cheongsam style, the slit at the bottom of the cheongsam was very high, the high slit revealed her fair jade legs, compared to the cheongsam schoolgirls I often raped, tonight was truly a different kind of charm.
My body was completely possessed, and I couldn't help but feel the fear of being penetrated. "Ugh... I'm going to say it, pull it out... pull it out... ah... um..."
She looked at me with pitiful eyes, her large, watery eyes brimming with tears. Her curvaceous figure was revealed beneath her white wedding dress, and she exuded an intoxicating fragrance, showcasing the alluring charm of a young girl. Her struggle in the wedding dress only fueled my lust, and my hard penis began to thrust violently again.
"Please... don't ejaculate inside... don't do it to me anymore... ah... ah..."
Her pair of firm, beautiful breasts trembled and bounced beneath the fabric of my torn wedding dress. She was powerless to resist. Each thrust was a full-length in and out, each penetration violently impacting her uterus. Her legs began to move involuntarily, accompanied by alluring moans, as she felt the alternating attacks of pain and pleasure within her body.
I wiped my wet fingers on the girl's lips, smearing her vaginal fluid on them. "Looks really excited, huh? You're finally enjoying sex this time!"
The girl shook her head and cried, desperately trying to suppress the sensations within her. "No... ah no... it hurts... don't play with me anymore... mmm..."
Her body was starting to give way, activating its self-protective mechanism, succumbing to the lust of rape, and producing a sexual response... Her waist arched slightly upwards to meet the thrusts, and amidst the shame, waves of pleasure surged through her mind, almost unbelievable. She cried out in her heart, "No, how can I feel pleasure while being raped?"
As she cried out in a sweet, lustful throbbing, desperately resisting the pleasure brought by each thrust, her reason seemed to have lost the battle with her lust. Her first three sexual experiences were all forced and painful; the humiliation of being raped on her wedding night and the terror of possibly becoming pregnant from rape were gradually fading from her mind.
The girl in the pristine wedding dress, pinned beneath me, had her beautiful eyes tightly shut. Her delicate face contorted in a mixture of resistance and desire, her head twisting frantically, glistening with sweat. Her legs, beneath her white high heels, instinctively gripped the rapist's back, wanting his large penis pressed against her clitoris, wanting his semen to extinguish the burning desire at the end of her flower path…
Finally, my darling thrust desperately into the depths of her tender orifice, pressing against her clitoris… The pure and beautiful young anchorwoman and married woman, who knew nothing of the wonders of sex, finally got what she wanted. In a groan of pain, she felt a scalding heat rushing deep into her body, finally surrendering and reaching orgasm.
The large mirror beside the door was what the anchor used for grooming. After ejaculating, I lay panting on her body. I had raped her three times, and I thought I'd had my fill of her. I had no interest in women who had experienced orgasm, so I never went to see her again.
I laughed defiantly at the sky, and after laughing, I went to sleep.

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