She sucked on her husband’s penis vigorously, her hands caressing his testicles continuously. She found them so cute. Her husband, Duc, lay on his back, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the soft touch of Hanh’s lips and tongue as they intertwined around the head of his penis. He felt increasingly uncomfortable, his strong body tensing up repeatedly. Hanh continued to caress and gently scratch the underside of his testicles, enjoying seeing him like this. She thrust her mouth onto his erect penis, her lips covering the base as soon as the head reached the roof of her throat. Duc couldn’t take it anymore and groaned, ejaculating a couple of times into her mouth. She swallowed it all, feeling satisfied seeing him climax. For her, it was like her own climax; she loved her husband immensely. Hanh gently pulled the blanket over Duc and whispered to herself, “Sleep well, my love.”

She lay beside her husband, her heart still burning with a restless desire. Her vagina was soaking wet; Duc had come too quickly. She had only given him oral sex for a few minutes before he ejaculated, but that was okay as long as she made him happy.

She glanced at the clock; it was 1 PM. She had dozed off without realizing it… Ring… ring… ring… ring… She suddenly woke up. It was a summer afternoon, the harsh sunlight streaming through the window, dancing on her nightgown. Tired, she mumbled, wondering who it was… Suddenly, there was a loud shout:

– Duc, Duc… Want to go for coffee…?

So it was Truong, her husband’s business partner… He was honking his horn loudly… how impolite! She quickly stuffed two cotton balls into Duc’s ears to block out the noise. She wanted to be with him all Sunday, she didn’t want him to go anywhere. Hurrying out into the yard, forgetting to put on her coat, she opened the gate and said sharply that Duc was busy and couldn’t go anywhere; he needed to sleep to regain his strength for work.

Truong’s eyes widened when he saw Hanh in her nightgown. He hadn’t expected Duc’s wife to be so attractive. He hadn’t had the chance to admire Hanh for long, and now, after all this time working with her, he thought to himself, “No wonder my friends were right. Duc’s wife is really hot, especially in this nightgown.” The slanted sunlight from the roof made her dress appear transparent, revealing her alluring curves: a slender waist, curvaceous hips, and firm, full breasts.

He swallowed hard, reluctantly apologized, and slowly turned to leave, but suddenly he called out sharply, “Wait, Hanh! Let me in to get the files and I’ll leave right away!” Reluctantly, she opened the gate slightly for him. He was stunned as he once again beheld the wondrous body of Duc’s wife. She was both sleepy and annoyed, so she didn’t notice his lustful, owl-like gaze sweeping over her. She bent down to lock the gate, and in an instant, her round buttocks turned directly towards him, the lace of her tiny panties clearly visible beneath the fabric. One second was more than enough for him; his penis was already hard…

She stormed in, feeling incredibly annoyed—this guy was such a mess!—but being a well-mannered and polite young woman, she gently invited him to sit down and said:

– Mr. Duc has already prepared the file for you; it’s under the desk. Check if it’s the right one and take it.

He deliberately stalled for time:

Okay, that’s fine, I’m going home, but can I have a drink of water first?

Hanh nodded and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Outside, he quickly pulled his erect penis out of his pants for comfort; the tight jeans would do their job. He sat with his legs spread apart, pretending to look at a file. Hanh came out, having put on a jacket to cover herself, and placed the glass of water on the table. Suddenly, she was startled. Between the man’s legs was a huge, bulging mass, extending from mid-groin all the way up the zipper and to his belt. She was confused, embarrassed, and curious all at once. Could Truong’s penis really be that huge? she thought to herself. He looked so small, yet… that was truly magnificent. He glanced quickly and noticed a fleeting strange look in the woman’s eyes. He was pleased that things were going according to his plan.

He pretended to put the file down on the table and thanked her. After finishing his glass of water, he rambled on about all sorts of projects he would be collaborating on with her husband. She should have asked him to leave, but she wanted to listen to him for a while. Whether unintentionally or instinctively, she occasionally glanced between the man’s legs, feeling an indescribable sensation. The feeling of intimacy with her husband suddenly arose, along with the unfulfilled desire for love that had been building up earlier. Her vagina suddenly felt hot and wet. She was caught in a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts, which she thought no one else knew, but not Truong. Although he was rambling on, he knew all her feelings. She listened, but her eyes were elsewhere, occasionally glancing at his groin as if unintentionally, her beautiful face dotted with sweat.

He chuckled to himself, knowing she was only human, and what woman wouldn’t desire a large, bulging penis between his legs? It was instinct. Seeing that she didn’t mention inviting him home anymore, but kept raising her glass to her mouth to sip and then put it down, her legs crossed and occasionally tightening under her nightgown, he knew she was very restless. He had to act quickly or he would miss the opportunity.

Pretending not to understand, he picked up the file and sat down on the sofa next to her. The warmth of his body against hers made her shiver. Maintaining her composure, she moved to one side to check for any unclear words. Their heads gradually touched, her breasts exposed, full and white, her nightgown accidentally lifted, revealing the smooth, white skin above her knees. The intoxicating scent of the woman emanating from her was overwhelming for him.

…

Thump. He threw her to the floor, his lips devouring her luscious lips. Taken completely by surprise, she could only utter a few muffled sounds in her throat. With a ripping sound , he slipped his hand under her nightgown, tearing off her panties. A strong hand clamped down on her full vulva, his fingers separating the labia, sending a jolt of electricity to her head, leaving her dizzy. Her most sensitive spot had been touched by him. His incredibly skillful fingers made her legs clench tightly, disappearing between her slender, tightly closed thighs. His fingers violently assaulted her mysterious triangular area. She writhed in agony, the feeling of humiliation combined with an indescribable, intense sensation causing her momentarily to feel dizzy and unable to do anything.

Her thoughts told her to keep her legs tightly closed to protect her most precious part, but the center of her triangle was seething with desire. Her hands pushed the man away, but her fingers only rested on his muscular shoulders. She screamed, but her tongue was tied, yet she stubbornly clenched her white thighs, resisting the attack of her husband’s friend. Five minutes felt like five hours to her. Her legs ached, but her skillful fingers became increasingly active. The feeling of arousal intensified, her clitoris swelling with his stimulation. He saw her eyes widen but lose their alertness, and he knew she was starting to feel something. Her vulva was becoming wet. He inserted his middle finger into her vagina and gently explored.

She continued to gnaw at his smooth, white thighs without a gap, but she didn’t react further. So he thrust his entire finger into her vagina and mischievously hooked his finger upwards, scratching her G-spot. His thumb continuously rubbed her clitoris, while his two fingers squeezed and nibbled, causing the clitoris and G-spot to rub against each other simultaneously. This was his signature move; she felt as if she’d been struck in a sensitive spot. Her ample hips immediately moved, and she felt an indescribable discomfort. The muscles between her legs twitched incessantly, and a stream began to flow from the depths of her cavity. A few dozen seconds later, she lost control from her hips downwards. Electric currents coursed down to her soles, and her long, slender legs, which had been tightly closed, instantly went limp. As a businessman, he understood the importance of seizing the right opportunity, and he did just that. Without missing a second, he spread her long legs apart and thrust his naked body between them. She spread her legs apart and positioned his huge, veiny penis between her pinkish vulvas, slowly pushing it in. Startled, she writhed like a worm touching a red-hot iron rod; her chastity was being violated. She struggled violently, but he was faster, pinning her down and thrusting his hips forcefully. *

Thump.* His enormous penis head plunged straight into her vagina. His wife’s pussy was so tight, even with all his thrusts, only the head of his penis could get in. Her vaginal sphincter tightened around the point of contact between the head and shaft like a rubber band, causing him to stop abruptly. He felt like he was having sex with a virgin. She felt a tearing pain, like her first time on her wedding night, and screamed in agony. She arched her body to lessen the pressure penetrating her vagina, but it was no use. He knew that if he hesitated any longer, his wife might struggle and he’d lose control. So he kept pushing, his huge, python-like penis slowly inching into her deep, hot, wet cavity with unstoppable force. Her vagina was stretched so tightly that she could feel the bumps and veins of his penis occupying every inch of her vaginal cavity. The pain was excruciating; she writhed repeatedly, but ignoring her pain, he slowly moved his body up, pushing his penis further in. He slowly inserted his 20-centimeter-long penis into the tight, wet vagina of Duc’s wife until it was fully inserted, and finally, he managed to completely bury his huge penis inside her.

He secretly thanked Duc for having such a small penis, which was why his wife’s vagina was still so tight, even tighter than many virgins. He felt incredibly pleased, thinking that he had to fuck his wife until she was completely ravaged to satisfy his craving for this delicious prey. After that, he had to run away and say goodbye to Duc forever. But that could wait. He let her get used to the extraordinary size of his penis for a while, then he began to thrust slowly and deliberately, as if savoring a delicious meal. He was delighted to see tears streaming down her closed eyes, a mixture of pain and humiliation, but she didn’t know how to resist. Her chaste body had been violated by him. With her eyes tightly closed and her teeth clenched, she prayed for this nightmare to end quickly. She never imagined that someone as small and thin as Truong, about 1.6 meters tall, could have such a magnificent penis. Her husband was much taller and bigger. Even someone 1.75m tall wouldn’t have a penis this big.

She tried to endure it, thinking he would only last two or three minutes like her husband before ejaculating and it was over. But life wasn’t that simple. He was small but skilled; he was a professional bar hostess and womanizer. She didn’t know he could keep his penis erect and ejaculate whenever he wanted. He didn’t thrust quickly, but slowly and deliberately for over five minutes. The burning sensation gradually subsided, and she began to feel his penis moving in and out of her vagina. And no matter how virtuous and chaste she was, she was still just an ordinary girl in the prime of her youth, full of vitality.

She endured the rape for a while, then suddenly that familiar, intoxicating feeling she had when she was intimate with her husband vaguely crept up, fleeting but becoming clearer and clearer. Below, her vagina began to feel the strange penis, contracting and tightening in spasms.

Oh my God, but this wasn’t her husband! She was terrified, desperately trying to control herself and deny the feeling, but the more she denied it, the more intense it became. Damn it, damn it! Her vibrant body was betraying her, disregarding her precious virtue and modesty. It was like a raging demon demanding its satisfaction. Her body tensed, urging her to arch her back, writhe, and moan…

She feared she couldn’t endure much longer, that she would lose to him. She struggled desperately, pushing him away before it was too late, but it was already too late. She was like a fish on a chopping block; he could do whatever he wanted to her. Her limbs trembled, and she weakly pushed against his firm chest, but to no avail. In that moment of life and death, she managed to whisper a few words:

– That’s enough, stop it, Mr. Truong, please, I beg you…

He paused for about ten seconds, pretending not to have heard clearly, and asked:

– You said that???

She repeated:

– Don’t do that anymore, just stop…

But he cunningly thrust his large penis into her twice in the middle of the sentence, and what he heard her say was:

– Don’t… uh. Stop… uh…

He smiled and said:

– I told you… don’t stop… huh… huh… huh…

Each thrust of his penis into her made her gasp for air like a fish out of water. Without letting her say another word, he spun his enormous cock around in her vagina, deliberately moving the head of his penis back and forth in her cervix. A burning fire immediately flared up, consuming all her remaining reason. She recoiled, her eyes glazed over, her female sexual instincts surging, her eyes revealing ecstatic pleasure. Her face flushed, her breasts tightened, her nipples hardened and protruded, her thighs, which had been drooping on the floor, now involuntarily contracted, and lubrication dripped from her vagina. He thrust faster and faster, his lovemaking so violent that she was overwhelmed with pleasure. Each thrust, each rocking motion, sent her sliding across the floor, her head hitting the sofa with a loud bang without her noticing. Her small, delicate hands, which had pushed him away earlier, now clutched tightly at his shoulders. She moved her hips back and forth, receiving each thrust, her legs tightly wrapped around his back.

He played with her like a wild beast in heat, his enormous penis pounding mercilessly against her plump, fleshy mound, his teeth grinding together to suppress the ecstatic screams of a raped female cat. She expressed her extreme pleasure through her body movements; she writhed, thrust her hips, spun her buttocks, arched her slender back, and clawed, pinched, scratched, and rubbed the naked body of her husband’s friend with more passion than she did with her own husband.

Poor husband snoring upstairs, unaware that downstairs his beautiful wife was being brutally raped. And poor woman, a virtuous girl who had known only one man from childhood to adulthood—her husband—was now being taken by another. The novel sensations, coupled with the enormous penis and skillful, forceful lovemaking—a stark contrast to her husband’s—overwhelmed her, plunging her into ecstasy. One sensation followed another, leaving no room for reason.

Then the moment of anticipation arrived; a profound, intense pleasure erupted within her. He thrust his enormous penis with immense force, exploring the deepest depths she had never known. She felt as if her insides were being pushed upwards, her uterus squeezed to its maximum, her vagina stretched to its limit, and her lower body was stretched so tightly that her flat stomach bulged. She unconsciously rubbed and pressed her lower abdomen, as if trying to push that huge penis out.

She thought she was in pain, but no, she was enjoying it. The enormous, veiny penis, as thick as a boiled corn cob and two inches long, was completely submerged inside her, filling every deepest corner of her vagina, causing her to shiver and tremble. She got goosebumps in bursts, and the unexpected explosion of pleasure made Hanh arch her body. An intense, unprecedented feeling of ecstasy rushed over her like a tsunami. She was like a rudderless boat tossed about by a storm, her head thrashing back and forth continuously.

– Ah… ah… ah… Mr. Duc… I’m dying… so happy… so good…

She called out her husband’s name one last time, then shrieked, the ecstatic scream of a raped female cat, her fingers and toes straightened, she trembled like a leaf in a storm, her pale legs twitching and dangling in the air, like an untamed horse refusing to stop, he still frantically galloping, mercilessly ravaging his friend’s wife, smacking… smacking… smacking… thudding… thudding…

Her vagina was overflowing with fluid, and he was the only one who could bring her to multiple orgasms in quick succession. She felt her whole body become light, as if she were no longer on the ground. She floated as if she were flying through the sky, then she saw shooting stars everywhere… and then she lost consciousness…

Seeing the beautiful body convulsing uncontrollably like an epileptic seizure before him, he knew the rape had succeeded. Success meant he had drawn the victim into his game; his friend’s beautiful wife clung tightly to him, fluids gushing out, and she fainted in his arms. There was no need to hold back any longer. Roaring like a predator that had devoured its prey, he shuddered and ejaculated powerful streams of semen deep inside her, silently watching the woman’s climaxes: one, then two… then three. The last one caused her to arch her back and collapse, her head tilted to one side, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps like a dying mare. Three frenzied, intense orgasms had drained all her strength; her eyes were tightly closed, sweat pouring from her smooth, white skin…

She lay completely naked on her side on the floor like a statue of Venus, her tattered dress scattered around her, her soft, sagging breasts glistening with sweat, her slender legs, once spread wide to tightly grip her rapist, now closed shyly, her small waist accentuating her voluptuous hips, her buttocks truly magnificent. Thinking about how he had just enjoyed her body, his penis was about to stir and rise again, and between her round buttocks, the milky white semen he had pumped into her vagina now flowed back down her thighs and even onto the ground, pooling in a puddle. Even heaven couldn’t be more pleasurable, she thought. She never imagined he could make love so wonderfully; she was truly ecstatic…

The sensation of multiple orgasms still lingered in her body, and she was exhausted, so she didn’t bother to move. She lay there, savoring the lingering afterglow of their lovemaking. Lying beside her, holding her delicate body in his arms, he apologized. Her eyes stared at him blankly, a stream of tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt both humiliated and ashamed, unable to speak, knowing she too had experienced orgasm with him. She could only cry silently and… she said:

Get out of here and never show your face again.

He nodded and kissed her one last time, glanced at his watch, and left without forgetting to lock the gate for her. In just half an hour, she felt as if she had experienced both hell and heaven. Long after, no one saw him again, and no one remembered him, except for one person, who lay awake on a summer afternoon…