The Weaver Girl was raped

In Taiyuan, Shanxi, there lived a young man named Guo Han. From a young age, he was known for his self-respect, easygoing personality, and frugal lifestyle. Coupled with his handsome appearance, elegant demeanor, and eloquence, as well as his skill in cursive and clerical calligraphy, he was highly respected.

He lost his parents at a young age and lived alone.

One hot summer night, under the bright moonlight, he lay in the courtyard enjoying the gentle breeze. Looking up, he noticed that the Weaver Girl star was particularly bright that night, seemingly shimmering with iridescent colors. Guo Han was inspired to write a poem, reciting aloud to the Weaver Girl: "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are far apart, the Milky Way shines bright. She walks on, her fair hands weaving at her loom. All day she weaves, but nothing is finished, tears falling like rain. The Milky Way is clear and shallow, how far apart are they? A single stream glistens, yet they cannot speak." After reciting the poem, Guo Han's romantic heart was filled with sorrow for the Weaver Girl. Suddenly, a rich, sweet fragrance filled the air, clearing his mind. Just as Guo Han was wondering what was happening, he saw a woman descending slowly from the sky, landing right in front of him.

Guo Han looked closely and saw a radiant young woman before him. Her beauty was dazzling; she wore a black gauze dress, a white silk shawl, a phoenix crown with jade ornaments, and shoes embroidered with nine patterns. Her two maids were also exceptionally beautiful, captivating the soul.

Guo Han quickly rose, straightened his clothes, and bowed, saying, "A celestial being has descended from afar; I humbly await your kind words." The maiden smiled and said, "I am the Weaver Girl star in the heavens. Long have I been without a spouse, my auspicious time thwarted, and I have spent my days in solitude, filled with melancholy. Thus, God bestowed upon me grace, commanding me to travel among mortals. Your exquisite beauty fills me with admiration; your romantic spirit captivates me. Therefore, I wish to entrust my feelings to you." Guo Han exclaimed with delight, "I dare not presume upon the love of a celestial being; I am deeply grateful for your acceptance." The Weaver Girl then instructed her maid to clean the room for Guo Han, hang a curtain of frosty red gauze, and lay out a crystal and jade mat. The two then entered the room hand in hand, undressed, and slept together. The Weaver

Girl's close-fitting light red gauze dress could not conceal her graceful figure; the subtly revealed curves stirred the heart; the delicate fragrance emanating from her filled the room, like peonies and orchids in the mist.

The Weaver Girl arranged the pillow of dragon brains in a heart shape, covered herself with the double-threaded mandarin duck quilt, and lay down with Guo Han in the same bed. Guo Han felt that the Weaver Girl's muscles were soft and delicate, and her emotions were sweet and unrestrained, which aroused his lust. Guo Han put aside all old teachings and etiquette, embraced the Weaver Girl's soft and delicate body, and kissed her passionately. The Weaver Girl responded with unrestrained enthusiasm, like someone who had been deprived of love for a long time. She almost wantonly guided Guo Han's hands to caress her full breasts and her private parts.

Guo Han's hands were busy all over her body. He felt that the Weaver Girl's breasts were incredibly elastic. As he kneaded them, the nipples gradually hardened and turned a beautiful pink color. He also felt that the Weaver Girl's pubic hair was dense and soft, and her labia were soft and delicate, and they were wet with sticky fluid. Guo Han stretched out his fingers and gently pinched and twisted the nipples, and rubbed them slightly between the labia.

The Weaver Girl's body began to burn with heat, she groaned, trembled, and writhed uncontrollably, her jade hands searching for Guo Han's erect penis. She lovingly grasped his engorged and hard member, stroking it up and down while teasing the glans with her fingertips.

Their passionate movements caused the quilt to slip off the bed, revealing two intertwined genitals. The two rolled around passionately, the quilt crumpled, the pillows askew, the bed legs creaking… a testament to their intense battle. Their sweat mingled, making the hair on their foreheads and temples stick as if they had just been soaked in water; their skin rubbed smoothly against each other, sharing the tactile pleasure.

Unable to resist the torment of her raging lust any longer, the Weaver Girl flipped over and straddled Guo Han's lower body. Holding his erect penis, she aimed it at her honeyed entrance. With a slight downward thrust, "Swoosh!" his penis slid in smoothly, filling her entire vaginal cavity and deeply pressing against her cervix. "Ah...oh..." the Weaver Girl cried out, her voice a mixture of satisfaction and wantonness, unconsciously uttering obscene words: "Ah...Guo Lang...mmm...so good..." The Weaver Girl's hips rose and fell slowly, allowing Guo Han's penis to move in and out of her lubricated vagina. Guo Han felt his penis being tightly gripped, the sensitive tip of his penis feeling the folds of the vaginal walls. The friction and resistance brought him to groans with each heavy breath.

Looking at the Weaver Girl's heaving breasts, an irresistible urge made him arch his back, embrace her tightly, and press his lips to her breast, sucking hard. "Ahhh..." Weaver Girl let out another wanton cry, her head thrown back, her glossy black hair flying wildly. In a spasm of trembling, a torrent of heat surged through her vagina, pushing her to the peak of pleasure.

Guo Han's penis was suddenly engulfed by the heat, feeling a pleasurable, rapid swelling and trembling. He quickly supported Weaver Girl's waist, pushing her hips to rise and fall more rapidly; he also thrust himself forward, making a faster, deeper final thrust inside her.

The deep penetration and friction of his penis intensified Weaver Girl's pleasure. Suddenly, Guo Han's penis felt a tingling sensation, the swollen shaft seemingly brimming with boundless energy, all of it erupting from the tip, a torrent of hot semen washing over her uterine walls. Weaver Girl let out a soft "Ahhh," before falling into a dizzying throbbing of orgasm, losing consciousness.

"Bang!" Guo Han and Zhi Nu collapsed onto the limp bed, unable to support themselves, their penises still immersed in each other's vaginas, eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of their orgasm...

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