The experience of seducing and raping a 19-year-old college student

While I was on a business trip, I received a call from an acquaintance. His friend's daughter had been admitted to a university in my city and had already completed one semester. He hoped I could look after her if I had time. I readily agreed, but I didn't really think much of it.
Back at the company, I was busy with the project and didn't think about it. One day, I suddenly received a call asking if I was so-and-so. A very young girl's voice came through. I immediately realized it was that little girl. So I invited her to dinner. However, I was so busy that day that I didn't leave the company until very late. I apologized on the phone and drove straight to her school. We agreed to meet at the school gate. I didn't really have any ulterior motives; in fact, I even felt a little annoyed. I just had to go because I knew her.
Parking was difficult near the school gate, and I struggled to find a spot some distance away. I parked and walked towards the gate. From afar, I saw a girl with a great figure and long, flowing hair. I was immediately struck by a fleeting impulse, thinking, "This girl is really nice." As I got closer, I called her number, and it was indeed her. I quickly apologized and suggested we go eat. She said she had already eaten; the school cafeteria opened early, and she knew I was busy, so she ate first. I said no problem, just watch me eat. She smiled gently; she was a very youthful and beautiful girl. It was early spring, and the evening was still a bit chilly. She was wearing a coat over a long dress and boots. I could smell that she had just showered. I thought she was a clean and polite girl. Seeing that she was a little pale from the cold, I quickly drove her to find something to eat.
I found a Korean restaurant. I ordered a bunch of random things and told her to help herself. She said she wasn't hungry, so I started eating without a second thought. She secretly laughed at how messy I was eating. After a while, when I finally suppressed my hunger, I took a good look at the girl. She was healthy and full of energy. Her eyes were as pure as jade. It was a bit hot in the restaurant, so she took off her coat, revealing her full breasts. I don't know when it happened, but my little brother was already hard. I made up my mind to get her.
Then, while I ate, I told her about my college life. I'm naturally eloquent, and with years of experience in the workforce, I kept this freshman girl entertained, laughing non-stop. I sensed a softening in her eyes as she looked at me, and I secretly cheered. After we finished eating, I ordered some takeout for her to take home. She declined. I said I was a student too. Everyone knows you're out eating; if you don't take something back to appease your dorm mates, things will get tough later. She didn't insist. I drove her to her dorm, telling her to keep in touch and call me if she needed anything. Just think of me as her older brother. Then I left.
For a while afterward, I frequently exchanged text messages with her. I would take her out every weekend. Gradually, she started treating me like a younger sister treating an older brother, often acting coquettishly.
There happened to be a big project that required me to be away for almost a month. I deliberately didn't call her or reply to her texts. She was very anxious and called me several times, but I hung up on her each time. Near my return home, I had dinner with a client and drank a lot. Although I looked and sounded very drunk, I knew exactly what I was doing. Then, back in my room, I called her. I spoke to her in a drunken tone. She screamed on the other end, "Brother, how much have you drunk! Are you okay?" That was the effect I wanted. Then I started bragging about how hard I worked, how terrible my boss was, and how awful my client was. We talked on the phone for over an hour, making her tear up. Then I hung up, satisfied, and went to sleep.
The afternoon I told her I was going home, she called to ask if I was back and invited me to dinner. I declined, saying I had to report on business and didn't have time. I could tell she was disappointed, and a little sad.
A week later, on the weekend, I suddenly called her and asked her to dinner. She was very happy. I went to her dorm to pick her up on time. She came downstairs, full of energy. She had taken a shower and smelled wonderful. It was already warm, and she was wearing a green dress. Her chest seemed fuller. She was 1.67 meters tall, with long legs, but slender calves. Very elegant. Looking at her legs made me a little uneasy.
After dinner, we went to a bar. I told her I had to drive and couldn't drink, but she could drink as much as she wanted. She was very happy that day and drank quite a bit of beer. Then she let her hair down and dragged me to dance. I tentatively took her hand, and she didn't resist. We held hands tightly, and she didn't resist either. I put my hands on her waist, and she resisted slightly, but I held on firmly, and she gave in.
It was quite late when we left the bar. She was a little drunk and tired. I didn't say anything. I told her to fasten her seatbelt and close her eyes to rest. Then we went straight home. It was her first time at my place. When we were swiping our card at the parking lot entrance, she opened her eyes and asked where we were. I said it was my house. She said no, she had to go back to her dorm. I said, "Look at the time, can you still get back?" She said no, she had to tell her classmates, otherwise they would worry. Then she took out her phone and said, "Wow, so many missed calls." Then she started talking to her classmates. I heard her say, "I won't go back tonight, I'm staying at a relative's house. Don't worry." Then she hung up. I thought, damn it, she delivered herself to my door, so don't blame me.
Once inside, I showed her around the rooms. Her family was well-off, so she wasn't shy or hesitant. She saw a picture of my girlfriend, picked it up with great interest, and said, "Your girlfriend? She's very pretty." I said, "Yes, she's even prettier in person." She was a little surprised and said, "Then why don't you marry her?" I said, "What does a child like you know?" She was a little annoyed and said, "Fine, I won't ask." I took out my pajamas for her and told her to go take a shower. I said, "My girlfriend isn't as tall as you, so you can wear mine." At the same time, I took out a pack of unopened underwear, saying, "These are new, never used." She blushed and went to shower. I also went to another bathroom to shower.
I quickly got up and brought out drinks and fruit in the living room, waiting for her. She took about 40 minutes to wash before coming out barefoot. She walked over, rubbing her hair with a dry towel. I said, "Put your dirty clothes in the washing machine; I'll wash a load later." She said she had already hand-washed them. I said, "Sit down, have some fruit and a drink." She hummed in agreement and sat on the single sofa a little distance away, one leg crossed over the other. A little persistent, she asked again, "Where's your girlfriend?" I didn't answer, lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at her. She seemed a little confused, pouting, and said, "Why are you looking at me?" So I made up a lie. Actually, my girlfriend was on a six-month government-sponsored training program in the EU. I said she went abroad to study, didn't want to come back, and broke up with me. God knows why I was actually moved by myself; my eyes reddened, and my voice trembled with tears. She seemed a little lost. I had handed her the tissue box beforehand, not intentionally.
In retrospect, it was a very important step. I said, "Give me some tissues, I need to wipe my tears." She handed me a few tissues, but I didn't reach out to take them; I was just smoking. She had no choice but to come over and give them to me. I reached out to take them, and then pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
Because she had walked between the coffee table and the sofa, she had no room to resist. Her legs were too cramped to struggle, and she fell into my arms. I held her with one arm and pinned her hands down with the other. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She tried to turn her head, but my arm held her still. She made muffled noises, but I ignored her. Her mouth was so soft and smooth, her tongue darting around like a little fish. I sucked on her lips with my own, while my other hand tried to slip inside her pajamas. She panicked, but her legs were blocked by the coffee table, and one of her hands was blocked by my arm from the crook of her arm, rendering it useless. She could only futilely resist with one hand. She must have regretted wearing my pajamas—those wide-open, belted ones that made it easy for my hand to slip inside.
I grabbed one of her breasts, and the soft, jade-like feeling is something I'll never forget. She twisted and turned, trying to escape, which loosened her belt. I took advantage of the situation and pulled it open, revealing her thighs and chest. I moved her onto the sofa. Her legs were pinned to the coffee table, leaving her unable to resist and forced to lie down. Now I could use both hands to my advantage. I straddled her legs, sitting on them, pressing down on her thighs, and pulled her nightgown open completely. Her breasts sprang out, large, white, and very firm, with small nipples and areolas. The nipples were pink and already erect. At this point, she began to beg me to let her go.
I told her I liked her so much, from the first moment I saw her. She said she had a girlfriend. I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She shook her head. I said my girlfriend had broken up with me. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked. She said, "But you're six years older than me." I said, "Is that a problem? I know you like me too." She said, "That's different." I said, "There's no difference." Then I lowered my head and kissed her.
She turned her face away, avoiding my mouth, but this only exposed her most sensitive areas: her ears and neck. I breathed on them, kissed them, and sucked on them, making her gasp for breath. I grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and used the other to knead her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her hair disheveled, and her face flushed. I decided to give her a different feeling. I grabbed my hard, erect penis, aimed the head at her wet vaginal opening, and thrust it in forcefully.
I heard her whimper softly as my mouth covered hers. My entire penis was fully inserted, and I felt it being tightly gripped by the soft, tender flesh inside her vagina. Her bare thighs were pressed against mine, and my pubic bone pressed tightly against her mons pubis. It felt so good. Perhaps out of physiological instinct, her soft vagina gripped my penis tightly. The physical and psychological pleasure I felt at that moment could only be described as ecstasy. Her vagina was so tight, the tender flesh of her vaginal walls wriggling and sucking, gripping my large penis tightly. I thought to myself, "Oh no, I'm about to ejaculate." I immediately began to thrust rapidly, my right hand holding her buttocks pressing her lower body against mine. At this moment, I felt my entire penis was completely joined to her vagina, our pubic hair intertwined. I felt the head of my penis grinding against the clitoris deep inside her vagina, as if kissing. In an instant, I ejaculated, my hot, millions of sperm spraying wildly into the heart of her womb.
She might have known, or she might not have known, that I had ejaculated. At that moment, I felt her uterus contract rapidly, gripping and sucking on my glans—it felt amazing. When my lips left her bright red lips, her first words were: "It hurts!"
At the time, I didn't believe her vagina hadn't been penetrated by a man. But as I looked down at my now limp penis withdrawing from her vagina, I noticed something sticky on the glans. Upon closer inspection, it was blood—her virgin blood. I was instantly shocked. I'd been with many virgins before, but never this shocked me. I never imagined that someone with such a great figure, such a delicate face, and the most beautiful legs I'd ever seen, would never have been with a man—a genuine virgin. I was incredibly lucky. After that, we had sex about once or twice a week. Gradually, I noticed she was incredibly wet, and my sex skills improved rapidly.

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