【Human Touch】(3)

Part 6: Sexual Harassment
by My Father-in-Law I was 25 when I married my husband, and he was 28. Because my husband is a very filial son,
we temporarily lived with his parents after the wedding so they wouldn't feel lonely. Fortunately, their house was large, a
duplex with four bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, nearly 250 square meters. So, we didn't feel crowded;
in fact, the elderly couple would have felt the house was too empty if we weren't there.
My father-in-law was 54 years old at the time, as robust as a gymnast, while my mother-in-law, the same age, looked
older, more overweight, and had more wrinkles than him. From the first time I
visited my husband's family four years ago, my father-in-law was very hospitable, always offering me food and frequently patting
my back or putting his arm around my shoulder like a father. Although I felt somewhat uncomfortable, I assumed he was trying to please
me and tolerated his frivolous behavior.
After moving in together, I spent more time with my father-in-law. My husband, my father-in-law, and I all work,
so our real time together was after work. This particular day was a weekend, and the night before, there was thunder and lightning,
followed by a torrential downpour. My husband and I took advantage of the thunder and rain to make love passionately until my husband was
too exhausted to get an erection, and then we both drifted off to sleep. Around 7 a.m., my husband was still fast asleep, and I vaguely
sensed something was amiss.
I always sleep on my stomach with my head buried in the pillow. That day, I was wearing a thin nightgown without a bra
or underwear, always prepared for when my husband might want me. In my hazy state, I felt
a hand sliding across my exposed thigh; the hem of my nightgown had been pulled up to my buttocks
. At first, I thought it was my husband, but then I heard his heavy breathing; he was still fast asleep, so it clearly
wasn't him.
Suddenly, I realized that my father-in-law's hand was probably stroking my thigh, and a thousand thoughts rushed through
my mind. I was embarrassed and excited; I wanted to turn over and avoid his caresses, yet I also wanted to stay awake and see
what he would do next. At this moment, I was fully awake, but I had to pretend to be asleep. I couldn't make a sound
, because if word got out, my whole family would be unable to hold our heads high among our neighbors and relatives.
Moreover, my father-in-law was a powerful and reputable public official, and anything dishonorable would affect him.
So, I could only remain silent, keep my body still, and try my best to pretend to be asleep. In addition,
there was also a risky impulse in my subconscious, wanting to know what my father-in-law was going to do to me.
Slowly, his hand continued to stroke my thigh. My husband was sleeping right next to me,
snoring like a dead pig, completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was being violated by his own father. My father-in-law's hand moved to my
buttocks, gently rubbing my cleft, and his fingertips even vaguely touched my labia. His
touch made me tremble involuntarily, and he immediately stopped, cautiously checking if I
was awake. I was extremely nervous, but my vulva involuntarily became wet. My father-in-law's caresses filled me with both
excitement, fear, and humiliation.
My father-in-law seemed to notice the change in my body; his hands touched my labia more intentionally or unintentionally,
sometimes even touching my clitoris, or gently inserting his fingers into my vagina. I felt that his fingers must
be covered in a lot of vaginal fluid. He played with me like this for about 5 minutes before reluctantly leaving quietly. At this moment
, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing; it was probably my mother-in-law returning from buying breakfast that morning.
After getting up, I tried to act as if nothing had happened, but I dared not look my father-in-law in the eye, afraid that
he would see through my thoughts. After breakfast, everyone else had left, and I was clearing the dishes from the table when my father-in-law came over again
, asking me to go to his bedroom. I wanted to refuse him, but I couldn't think of a reason, so I had no choice but to
go with him. When we got to the bedroom, it was just the two of us. He looked into my eyes and asked with concern, "You look
very tired?"
I was startled, feeling guilty, thinking he was implying that my husband and I had made love passionately the night before, so
I didn't know how to answer. I looked back at him and noticed him giving me a suggestive look, which made me even
more flustered. At that moment, he took out 20,000 yuan from the drawer and said, "Take this money and buy some clothes or
something." I tried to argue and refuse, but he firmly interrupted me, saying, "Just take it
. Why are you being so polite with me?" After saying that, he forced the money into my hand and left the bedroom.
Actually, my in-laws often give us money to spend and often buy us things, but this time I felt something was
off. Was he bribing me? Or was he trying to silence me by saying what happened this morning? Or was he
laying the groundwork for him to harass me further in the future? I couldn't figure it out. Never mind him, I'll keep the money for now, but I can't let my mother-in-law
and husband know.
A few weeks later, one weekend afternoon, my husband drove his mother to visit his daughter's grandson, leaving only
my father-in-law and me at home. That day, I was cleaning the house, covered in dust and sweat. My shower was broken again and
hadn't been fixed yet, so my father-in-law asked me to shower in his bedroom's bathroom. I wanted to refuse, but couldn't think
of a reason, because I genuinely needed a shower. Frankly, I also felt a little uneasy
, subconsciously hoping something would happen. So, I followed him upstairs to his bedroom.
Once there, my father-in-law gestured for me to shower while simultaneously calling my husband on his phone.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be doing anything inappropriate, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a slight disappointment.
Just as I stepped into the bathroom, before I could even undress, my father-in-law suddenly squeezed into the room, phone in hand. I was about to
scream when he put a finger to my lips, signaling me to be quiet, and then began speaking into the phone
. I knew he was calling my husband and son, so I dared not say a word.
How embarrassing it would be if my husband found out I was with his father in the bathroom! So, I could only listen silently to their
conversation.
Husband: Dad, where are you calling me from?
Father-in-law: Oh, I'm in the bathroom.
Husband: Oh, why are you calling me? Is something wrong?
My father-in-law grabbed me, his arms encircling my body, and began unbuttoning my clothes. I tried to
resist, but he was too strong, and I was afraid my husband would hear, so I didn't dare to make any sudden movements.
Father-in-law: I said, when you come back, buy some fruit to take home.
Husband: Oh, what kind of fruit?
Father-in-law: Just some pineapples, big pineapples. (His hands rubbed my breasts; I knew he meant
my large breasts by "big pineapples").
Husband: How many?
Father-in-law: (Holding my breasts) Two.
Husband: Just two?
Father-in-law: Of course. (Rubbing my breasts even harder) Two are enough.
Husband: Okay, do you want them bigger?
Father-in-law: Of course, bigger is better. (His hands rubbed my breasts harder again, then pinched and
rubbed my nipples) Oh, right, son, buy some grapes too.
I realized he was telling my husband what fruit to buy based on the parts of my body. I felt humiliated and shocked
, yet also incredibly excited. My father-in-law was talking to his son, my husband, while simultaneously harassing
his daughter-in-law, my husband's wife. This experience felt like a dream.
Husband: Okay. Dad, anything else?
Father-in-law: Let me think... how about some durian? (He ripped off my clothes and slipped his hand inside my underwear,
caressing my vulva. I had just trimmed my pubic hair yesterday, and his touch made me feel itchy and slippery
. My vulva was wet and slippery. My father-in-law knew my body had surrendered to him. I closed
my eyes and moaned softly.)
Husband: Oh, durian? I don't think they sell it at the market.
Father-in-law: Yes, I know, it's quite rare. (His fingers were now searching for my clitoris
; my vulva was already soaking wet.) You need to search carefully, you need to try hard to find it. (He
found my clitoris through hard searching.) And you need to choose the kind that's very juicy.
(I almost laughed at his words, and he quickly gestured for me to be quiet.)
Husband: Of course, if you're going to buy something, you should buy the juiciest. Is that all?
Father-in-law: (Now his hand is stroking my plump buttocks) No, we need to buy some other things.
Husband: What do you want to buy?
Father-in-law: (He pushed me against the wall, made me lean against it, stick my buttocks out, pulled down my skirt and underwear
, and stroked my buttocks back and forth with his palms.) We also need to buy a big watermelon, the kind that's sweet and juicy
. I like big watermelons.
Husband: Okay.
Father-in-law: Okay, that's all.
By this time, I was already aroused and no longer cared about ethics or shyness. I reached back and
grabbed his hard penis, which had somehow become visible, and started rubbing it roughly. My father-in-law's penis was very large,
thick, and heavy, hot and hard, sticking out from behind my buttocks.
Father-in-law: Oh, wait, son, buy another banana.
Husband: What? Just one? How can we buy that? They won't sell it to us.
Father-in-law: Hey, it's for Yuanyuan. One is enough for her, but it has to be a really thick and big one.
(As he spoke, he slowly inserted his hard and thick penis into my vagina.) She likes thick and big ones.
Husband: Okay, we really can't buy her too many, she's always hungry.
Father-in-law: Hmm, then you should buy two, so they won't refuse to sell them to you.
I understood what my father-in-law meant; he was referring to my husband's and my penises. At this moment, he began
thrusting inside my vagina. I could feel the edge of his large glans scraping against my tender flesh, stimulating
every nerve. The feeling was so wonderful; I
grew increasingly excited and aroused by the incestuous humiliation and the stimulation so different from my husband's. My moans became uncontrollable. My father-in-law, fearing my moans and
the sounds of his ravaging my body would be heard by my husband, turned on the shower, the rushing water immediately masking our
sinful sounds. While vigorously fucking me, my father-in-law reached out and rubbed my breasts.
Husband: Okay, I'll hang up now, goodbye.
Father-in-law: Goodbye, remember to wash the fruit properly when you get back.
I knew his last words were actually directed at me. He hung up the phone, placed it on the sink,
and then focused intently on raping his daughter-in-law until he ejaculated into
the vagina that should have been his son's. Afterwards, he thoroughly washed and caressed me from head to toe before letting me go.
A month later, I discovered I was pregnant. Unable to determine whether the child was my husband's or my father-in-law's
, I had to have an abortion. My husband and mother-in-law were very unhappy about this, as they both wanted me
to have a child soon. Only my father-in-law vaguely knew the reason for my abortion, so he
firmly supported it, saying, "Young people shouldn't be in such a rush; focus on your work first, it's okay to have a child later." Because of
this, fearing further trouble, he didn't
bother me again for the two years between then and when we moved out of his house. However, I often reminisced about the thrill of incestuous affairs, and sometimes, when no one was looking,
I would tease my father-in-law in an exposed manner.
Years later, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and confessed this unspeakable
experience to my husband one night after making love. He listened excitedly, embracing my naked body and saying, "You silly girl, why did you have
an abortion? It's still our Lu family's child anyway."
"Stop talking nonsense. If it really was your father's child, would it call you 'Dad' or '
Brother' after it was born?"
Chapter 7: Gang Rape in the Backseat of a Car
He was a man I met at work, and we later became friends, naturally sleeping together a few times. Every
time we made love, he was never satisfied, so he said bitterly that he wanted to find several men to gang rape me. I laughed and encouraged
him to go find them, and he looked at me and asked, "Are you serious?" I looked at him and nodded seriously.
A few days ago, he called me and asked if I wanted to go out for dinner with him and his friends after work
. I knew he really wanted to find others to gang rape me, so I joked that I didn't want to go out in his car again.
We made love in the small car, and it gave me a headache. He laughed and said his friend had a spacious luxury SUV with
an incredibly large back seat.
Hearing this, I felt an instant wetness, and I inwardly cursed myself for being so lewd, but I
was genuinely looking forward to meeting him, so I readily agreed.
That day, near the end of the workday, he called, saying he was waiting for me in the parking lot downstairs from our office building. I
quickly tidied myself up and called my husband, telling him I had some social engagements and would be
home late, and that he should eat by himself. My husband knew this man and knew we had been intimate, so he didn't
ask many questions, just told me to take care of myself.
In the parking lot, I saw him and three other men standing next to a large SUV, chatting and waiting for me. When he saw me
approach, he introduced me to his friends, who all greeted me warmly. One of the men eagerly
opened the back door and invited me in. Sitting in the back seat, my stomach cramped, and I felt my face burning, especially
with two strange men sitting on either side of me; my heart pounded wildly.
He got into the driver's seat, and our car quickly drove away from the parking lot. As soon as the car started moving,
the two men next to me began to compliment me, saying how beautiful I was and how great my figure was. From their tone
, they seemed to already know about my relationship with him. Since I didn't dislike these two men, I
chatted with them without any reservations. Soon, the conversation took an ambiguous turn, and they started
joking about his hatchback, saying that there would definitely be no problem in that car. I knew they were implying that I would have sex with him in his small car
, and I knew they wanted to have sex with me in this big car.
Sure enough, their words became even more explicit. The man sitting to my left asked me, "Do you think your husband
would be angry if he found out you went out with a few men?"
"Probably not. My husband knows I went out with you guys. I just called him, so
don't even think about hurting me," I said, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
"Why would we hurt you? We'll only love you," the man on my right said, putting his arm around my shoulder
and stroking my neck and back. The man on my left also started lifting my skirt and stroking my thighs.
I knew what was about to happen, and I felt incredibly nervous, yet also a little excited. I resisted the two
men's hands that were touching my body, feigning modesty as I called out to him, "Hey, are you just focused on driving? Don't you care about
your buddies? Letting them molest me like this?"
"Heh, didn't you ask me to help you find some men? Don't be shy, my buddies are all
pretty good guys, they'll definitely satisfy you," he said, looking at me in the rearview mirror.
Hearing his words, I deflated instantly. I knew they had already planned it all; now I was
meat on their chopping block, with no way to escape, completely at their mercy. But wasn't this my own doing? Wasn't this
the crazy sexual fantasy I had secretly harbored for years, hoping to finally realize? But how could I
let these strange men play with me so easily? How could I debase myself to such an extent?
In the time I was stunned, they had already lifted my skirt, pulled my panties
aside, spread my legs wide, and were playing with my vulva with their fingers.
One man inserted three fingers into my body, "Oh, look, she's all wet. What
a slut!" he said, as his fingers moved in and out of my vagina.
I was burning up and panting from his ministrations. I weakly pushed away his hands as he played with me,
muttering, "You guys are so mean... let me go, you're making me... hurt... feel good... let me go
..."
"Heh, are you saying 'feel good' or 'let me go'?" he chuckled,
mocking me as he drove.
"You're still laughing? How can you bear to watch your woman being played with by your brothers?" I said bitterly.
"Hehe, brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes, it's no big deal if I lend my clothes to a few brothers
!"
At this moment, the man to my left had already pulled out his hard penis. He made me stand up, holding onto
the back of the seat in front of me, leaning forward through the gap between the two seats, sticking my bare buttocks up. Then
he moved to the middle seat where I had been sitting, bent his knees, and leaned over my back,
thrusting his hard penis into my vagina, which he had been fingering for a while.
My position was incredibly awkward, and my location was extremely embarrassing. A strange man behind me was forcefully
fucking me; the guy on the right in the back seat was kneading my breasts with one hand and fiddling with my navel piercing with the other
; the man in the passenger seat was turning my head, which was resting on his shoulder, prying
open my mouth and kissing me with his tongue. The three men's actions filled me with both excitement and shame; moans and vaginal
fluids continuously flowed from my lips.
The car stopped, but the men's rape and abuse didn't stop. I peeked through the windshield
; it was already dark outside, and the car was parked in a field, seemingly in the countryside.
He (cough, for ease of narration, let's call him A, the passenger in the front seat B, the one who was originally to my left C, and the one to my right D) who was driving just moments before
, told his friends to stop. He then reclined the two front seats and
the back seats, making a large bed.
"Alright, you guys have had your fun, get out of the car, it's my turn," A said, shooing his friends out of
the car. He then stripped off my shirt, pulled me onto the "bed," and kissed me, saying, "Honey
, I hope you're not angry. I really wanted to help you fulfill your sexual fantasies. You always say you've never had a
one-night stand, right? Today I'm going to satisfy your desire." With that, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and inserted it into my
body.
I was already blinded by lust and couldn't even speak to him, just holding him tightly
as he ravaged my body. This time it took longer than ever, almost half an hour
, before he ejaculated inside me. As soon as he withdrew, C immediately climbed into the car, complaining about A.
He was too slow. He rolled over me, spat on my anus, and then, with his thick penis erect,
tried to insert it.
"No, don't do it there, it will hurt," I pleaded.
"It's okay, I'll be careful. Besides, a cunt like yours has probably been anally fucked a long time ago,
what are you afraid of?" he said, still pressing his hard member against my anus.
I knew it was useless to say anything to such a beast, so I tried to relax my muscles,
spreading my buttocks wide apart with both hands, trying to open my sphincter as much as possible to welcome his invasion. Fortunately, his thrusting
didn't last long, and he quickly ejaculated into my rectum.
Next was B, who first made me give him oral sex, and then also violated my anus. Finally, D got in the car,
and after penetrating all three cavities of my body, he ejaculated into my mouth. Then, C got in the car and
played with me again. So, the four men played with me for over two hours, each
ejaculating inside my vagina and anus before finally driving me back to the city, satisfied.
I got home around 10 pm. My husband asked, a little surprised, "You're back earlier than
usual today. You usually don't come home until after midnight when you're out socializing." Suddenly, my nose stung, and I felt like bursting into tears
. I managed to hold it in and said to him, "I'm sorry, could you cook me some instant noodles? I haven't eaten yet
. I'll go take a shower first." My husband was taken aback. Seeing my distressed expression, he didn't ask any more questions and
went to the kitchen.
In bed, I told my husband everything that had happened that night. He hugged me tightly and comforted
me. He told me that it's just male nature; once they get a woman, they no longer feel affection for her, especially
with so-called "lovers." Their sweet talk is just to get women into bed;
once they've got her, they rarely have the patience to please her anymore.
“Originally, I thought it would be exciting and satisfy both my body and mind. But I felt
terrible psychologically. Although my body still felt a great stimulation, especially when they took turns
ejaculating inside me, I couldn't bear being played with by strange men like this. I felt
disgusting and ashamed.” I said, nestled in his arms. “Now, I feel that no temptation
is as safe and secure as your embrace. I'm going to break off all contact with A. I had hoped he would be a loving
lover, but he doesn't cherish me at all.”
However, I couldn't keep my promise. When A called me again, I inexplicably
went to meet him again. From then on, I willingly became their sex toy. The four
men, either together or alone, would invite me out every few days, and the locations for our lovemaking expanded from the back seat of a car to the countryside
, their offices, someone's house, and hotel rooms. C even twice secretly took me to
be swapped with other couples behind everyone's back. In hotel rooms, he treated me as his "wife" and gave me to strange men to play with,
while he raped other men's wives (maybe they were imposters?) on the bed next to him. Last Christmas Eve, the
four of them invited me to a Christmas party at a hotel, and then gang-raped me in a hotel room
all night long.
(To be continued)

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