slutty girl

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Chapter One: The Lewd Girl
I know I'm lewd.
When I was very young, I think around eight or nine years old, I discovered that touching my nipples brought intense pleasure. Even just a gentle squeeze or rub would send electric shocks through me.
At that time, my breasts hadn't developed yet, so I didn't wear a bra. The rough straps of my vest and backpack would rub against my tender nipples, giving me a stimulating sensation. Back then, I would secretly slip my hands inside my clothes, gently playing with my sensitive nipples and kneading my undeveloped breasts.
I enjoyed this stimulation.
My grades were never good, and my parents always scolded me for being stupid and useless. As they predicted, I did terribly on my middle school entrance exam, and because my family was poor, I was sent to a third-rate middle school.
After starting middle school, my parents, recognizing the increasing importance of information technology, decided to pool their money and finally bought a second-hand computer for the family. My dad works as a miner in a coal mine in K city in mainland China, while my family lives in P city. He only comes home once every one or two months. My mom also works, and her job is very hard; she often works all night and doesn't get home until the next morning. Therefore, I spend most of my time alone at home. That secondhand computer is my only friend at home.
Around the first or second year of middle school, I started menstruating. This marked the beginning of my puberty. One Sunday afternoon, after I changed into a white t-shirt, my mom exclaimed in surprise, "No, no! Why are your nipples so prominent under your vest? I think I need to buy you a bra." Then, my mom took me to a department store and picked out a bra that fit me.
Wearing the bra felt very comfortable, and my sensitive nipples were no longer frequently stimulated. However, I still liked the tingling sensation of rough clothes rubbing against my nipples, so I didn't like wearing a bra at home.
Besides the physical changes, my psychology also changed. Normally, I only use my computer to chat with classmates and play some games. But one day, I finally succumbed to temptation and clicked into an adult forum. There were all sorts of information there—pictures, novels, movies, etc.—all related to sex.
There, I saw a man's penis for the first time, witnessed male-female intercourse for the first time, and read stories about male-female intercourse for the first time. I learned what oral sex, anal sex, breast sex, facial ejaculation, and blowjobs were, and so on. I found this content incredibly stimulating. As I looked, my body began to heat up, and my hands involuntarily reached under my clothes, unhooked my bra, and began to knead my increasingly large breasts, gently flicking my sensitive nipples. At the same time, my other hand slipped into my underwear, teasing my vulva for the first time.
That night, my mother didn't come home. And I experienced my first orgasm.
From that day on, I fell in love with the feeling of being touched, with the feeling of masturbation, and with the feeling of orgasm. Almost every day after school, I would go online to adult content sites, downloading all sorts of pornographic films or erotic articles. Then I would masturbate, moaning softly. When no one was watching, even in the classroom or on the bus, I liked to secretly rub my breasts. I thoroughly enjoyed the electric-like sensation emanating from my nipples.
Later, ordinary sex scenes or stories no longer attracted me. I liked downloading clips of a dozen men gang-raping a woman, and stories of heroines being sexually abused to death. Only these plots and content could excite me and bring me to orgasm. Watching these perverse movies and stories gave me a strong craving—a craving for sex.
When I was alone, lewd images would involuntarily float into my mind, and I would unconsciously fantasize about sex. I fantasized about my body being hungrily touched by men, them kissing my breasts, and huge penises thrusting in and out of me. As I thought about it, my hands would unconsciously start to gently rub my breasts again, and I'd get a little wet down there.
At that moment, I knew I was a wanton girl.
Although I'd longed for a boyfriend since first grade, to experience real sex, my introverted personality meant I was always quiet and reserved at school, rarely speaking to anyone, whether male or female. My classmates thought I was a demure and shy girl. While I felt I was quite popular in class—at least my classmates would help me if I asked—I rarely had close friends, let alone male friends. Even if I had one or two male friends, they only chatted with me like any other classmate, without any deeper conversations.
I was fairly satisfied with this image; at least, in my classmates' eyes, I thought I was a pure and kind girl. I guessed some boys probably had a crush on me. I didn't want them to know my wanton side.
However, this situation changed in my fourth year of secondary school.
Chapter Two: Raped in
the First Semester of Form Four. One day, I remember it was a Wednesday, our class was changing seats. Our seats were decided by our homeroom teacher, Mr. Chen.
Facing Class E, the worst in terms of both grades and conduct among the five classes in our grade, Mr. Chen had no interest in teaching. For a student like me who slept in class and failed half of my subjects, he moved me to the very last row on the far left, in the corner of the classroom, out of sight, out of mind.
I was initially quite satisfied with this seat; at least the teacher couldn't see me when I slept, so I wouldn't get scolded. However, when I saw that Li Yong was sitting next to me, and Ma Xiaolong and Chen Guoqiang were sitting in front of me, my heart sank.
All three of them were representatives of our school's basketball team, all over 1.8 meters tall, with strong and muscular builds.
Li Yong was rumored to be the son of some underworld boss, making him particularly conspicuous among all the students in our class who came from impoverished families. His pen, watch, and leather shoes alone outweighed all my belongings combined. In class, several boys, like Ma Xiaolong and Chen Guoqiang, called him "Big Brother." This group was lawless, either skipping classes all day or getting into fights everywhere, acting like fierce demons; even the teachers and principal were afraid of them. As long as they didn't go too far, the teachers turned a blind eye.
Girls surrounded by men like that would naturally be afraid. But besides fear, I also felt a faint sense of excitement.
I admit I wasn't particularly pretty; I had a small belly and my legs weren't exactly slender. However, my skin was very beautiful—not just white, but a delicate, rosy white, and with long, straight, beautiful hair reaching my shoulders, I did have a certain appeal. Also, perhaps because I started stimulating my breasts at a very young age, they developed quite well. I was a 15-year-old fourth-year middle school student, 150cm tall, with a 34D-25-32 figure.
The girls' school uniform at our school was a white one-piece dress, fastened with a few buttons at the front. The material was very thin, and the neckline was very low; in the sunlight, you could practically see the pattern on the bra. My parents, worried that the dress wouldn't fit me as I grew taller, bought me a larger size. Combined with the already low neckline, when I bent over to read, my entire cleavage was completely exposed to the person opposite me.
The feeling of being exposed was incredibly exciting. Although I forced myself to keep my head down and read, pretending not to notice and not to look at the expressions of the boys nearby, I knew that their eyes were definitely fixed on my neckline, on my snow-white breasts. Every time I thought about it, I felt extremely excited.
About a week after the seating arrangement was changed, our homeroom teacher gave us a topic for a special research project, which we were to do in groups. I don't remember what the topic was, but I do remember that the teacher grouped us according to our seats. That is to say, I was grouped with the three bad students next to me.
Normally, students like them wouldn't care about special research projects at all. However, since this report was part of our public exam results next year, it forced us, the students with poor grades, to take it seriously.
Then, on a Saturday, the four of us went to Li Yong's villa to give the report.
Actually, before going, I had already thought that it was very dangerous for a young girl like me to go to a secluded villa alone with three such classmates. But, I don't know if it was because I valued the report or because of the thrill of the possibility of being raped, I went anyway.
As everyone expected, that day, I was raped by them.
It was a very ordinary method. They drugged my drink, then three strong, muscular boys forced me, weakened by the drug, onto the bed. Next, they stripped off or tore my clothes, bra, and underwear piece by piece. A tearing
pain shot through my vagina; though I couldn't see it, I could feel the warm, fresh blood of my virginity flowing from it. The one
who took my virginity was their so-called "big brother," Li Yong. His penis thrust rapidly in and out of my vagina. Even though my vagina was already soaked with the fluids that had covered half the sheet, his high-frequency thrusting still brought me intense pain.
Li Yong's large, rough hands constantly rubbed my breasts, and his teeth and tongue continuously stimulated my nipples, giving me a pleasure I couldn't even imagine during masturbation.
I believe that Li Yong at that time was still inexperienced and likely a virgin. I remember that time, his thrusting was completely unskilled; he just kept pounding away. His thrusting caused excruciating pain to my tender vagina, and he ejaculated quickly as well.
In short, my first time was far more painful than exciting.
However, before I could even catch my breath, Ma Xiaolong was on top of me again.
That night, I didn't go home. Li Yong, Ma Xiaolong, and Chen Guoqiang took turns raping me all night. Each time, they ejaculated directly into my uterus.
I don't know how many times they raped me in total. I only know that I repeatedly fainted from the intense pain in my lower body, and repeatedly woke up from the same pain.
That night, all I remember is that my vagina was incredibly painful.

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