My sister and I

I'm 20 years old and attend a private university.

Although I don't want to say it, I am indeed a very promiscuous girl. Most of the time, I'm thinking about sex. I like watching porn and reading erotic magazines. But what I like most is wearing a miniskirt, showing off my long, slender legs, and going out into the street to be the center of attention.

Because I'm quite pretty, men often approach me. Although I'm a promiscuous girl, I'm not indiscriminate; I only consider going out with men who are at least good-looking. But generally, the men who approach beautiful women aren't exactly handsome; they're just very confident.

My first sexual experience was in my first year of high school, when I attended an all-girls school. Not having men to seduce was painful for me, and this high school life made me think about sex constantly. When I was on the bus to and from school, people would often deliberately grope me, sometimes bumping into my chest, sometimes touching my buttocks. I didn't feel scared or disgusted by these actions; instead, I felt excited.

So one day, I suddenly had a whim and went to school without wearing underwear under my school skirt. Actually, it felt great not wearing underwear; it was cool and refreshing, like being in direct contact with nature. Because my uniform was custom-made, the skirt was particularly short, and not wearing underwear was actually quite risky, as it was easy for others to notice. Moreover, the upper body of our school uniform was the thinnest and most transparent shirt in Taipei, so although my figure was a bit more immature compared to now, I was still always the focus of attention.

That day on the bus, someone touched my buttocks again, but because I wasn't wearing underwear, his hand was only touching my buttocks through the thin school skirt, which made me more excited than usual. I felt like my private parts were already wet, but on the bus, he only touched me and probably didn't realize I wasn't wearing underwear, so he didn't do anything further.

Upon arriving at school, I couldn't resist going to the restroom to masturbate, quickly reaching orgasm.

That afternoon, after school, I didn't go straight home. To savor the pleasure of not wearing underwear, I wandered around until there were almost no more buses left, at which point I reluctantly went home. It was quite a distance from the bus stop to my house, but I could take a shortcut through the alleys. Afraid of being scolded by my mother for coming home late, I decided to take the shortcut that day

… However, this decision led to me being raped by a stranger.

He threatened me with a knife, forbidding me to scream. Then he took out a rope and tied my hands behind my back, beginning to knead my breasts. My nipples hardened immediately from the stimulation, and my genitals became wet. He reached under my skirt and discovered I wasn't wearing underwear. He chuckled and kissed my lips. I didn't resist much. After sufficient caressing, he pulled out his already erect penis and forcefully thrust it into my wet genitals. I almost fainted from the pain and began to struggle, but with my hands bound, I couldn't offer much resistance. This only excited him further, and he thrust into me more violently.

As a first-timer, how could I withstand his rough treatment? I screamed in pain, constantly begging him. Although he pulled out, he turned my body away from him and continued thrusting from behind. However, I felt less pain than before and began to enjoy it. Under the dim streetlights of the alley, I was raped by a stranger on the asphalt road. I began to moan softly, and the man, perhaps unable to bear my wanton cries, quickly ejaculated.

"So good, I actually slept with a virgin," he said with satisfaction afterward, looking at the blood left on my genitals. He then untied the ropes binding me, seemingly not intending to rob me or harm me further. Since my top hadn't been removed—he had only lifted my skirt to penetrate me—I didn't need to fix my clothes. I simply took out some tissues to wipe the bloodstains and ran straight home. After returning home, I didn't tell anyone about the rape.

After that rape, I rarely wore underwear anymore. Except during my period, whether I was outside or at home, whether I was wearing a skirt or pants, I probably didn't wear underwear. Later, after I started using tampons, my underwear was probably relegated to a drawer. Fortunately, I washed my own underwear and hung it to dry on the balcony outside my room, so my family didn't find out. In their eyes, I was just a well-behaved, average-performing, and pretty girl.

As I matured, I became more attractive. Even though my clothes weren't very revealing, I could easily arouse people. A stranger who struck up a conversation with me once said, "You're easy to get an erection from." I think it might be because I'm naturally promiscuous, so every move I make carries an alluring charm. So, two or three months after the first rape, I was raped again.

This happened on a Sunday afternoon. I was wearing a white spaghetti-strap tank top, without a bra underneath, and a thin long-sleeved shirt over it. My lower body was covered by a soft, super-short, tight-fitting skirt and strappy sandals. Of course, I wasn't wearing underwear. I don't usually wear stockings, partly because my skin is very good, and my fair, delicate legs don't need stockings to enhance them; and partly because wearing stockings greatly diminishes the pleasure of not wearing underwear. However, I later started trying garter stockings because they look really good.

My attire, combined with my naturally beautiful face and well-proportioned figure, attracted a lot of attention. Men and women alike couldn't help but glance at me, which gradually aroused me. I wanted to go to the restroom to relieve myself; I often masturbated in department store restrooms in the past. However, this time, just as I was about to close the stall door, someone suddenly opened it, squeezed in with me, and locked the door. It was a man! Before I could react, he had already covered my mouth and started taking off my shirt. He wasn't carrying any weapons; he completely overpowered me with brute force. He was a really strong guy.

He started to reach between my legs, trying to pull down my underwear, but his hand went straight to my genitals, not touching any underwear or anything like that. He seemed surprised and a little bewildered.

"I was going to gag you with my underwear so you wouldn't scream, but I didn't expect you, this slutty girl, to be not wearing any underwear... so I had no choice but to do this." He kissed me, his tongue slipping into my lips. His tongue was very agile, and soon I was completely powerless and no longer resisted.

"Yes... that's it. As long as you behave, I won't hurt you; but if you dare to scream, I'll make you regret it." I could only nod.

He placed me on the toilet seat and began to take off my vest, exposing my breasts. My breasts weren't very large, but they were soft and very firm. When my nipples hardened and protruded, the curves of my entire chest were beautiful and quite attractive. He used his nimble tongue to suck and lick my areolas and nipples. My nipples were very sensitive and immediately hardened upon stimulation. I breathed softly and closed my eyes, savoring the stimulation from my chest. Then he began to move his hands between my thighs. I reflexively squeezed my legs together, but he forcefully pulled them closed, lifting my short skirt up to my waist, and then teasing my genitals with his fingers.

Soon, my vaginal fluids were overflowing, and he simply inserted his fingers into my vagina, slowly thrusting and playing with them. I felt so good that I couldn't help but moan. Seeing how engrossed I was, he licked my genitals with his tongue. I was a little overwhelmed and held his head with my hands. He further inserted his tongue into my vagina, and the slippery, pleasurable sensation almost made me faint. He continued to use his mouth on my genitals, and I could only moan wantonly. After a while, I actually reached orgasm, and a large amount of fluid flowed from my genitals.

He pulled out his penis and made me take it in my mouth. I took the still-erect thing into my mouth, and he grabbed my head, using his hips to thrust his penis in and out of my mouth. I felt his penis gradually grow bigger and harder in my mouth, until it filled my mouth completely, making it impossible to continue thrusting. He had to pull it out, and that's when I realized how enormous it was!

I started to feel scared and began to resist, but he quickly subdued me, placing my legs on his shoulders and pressing his penis against my vaginal opening. Perhaps because of the lubrication from my previous orgasm, and because I often masturbate, even though it was only my second sexual experience, his enormous penis slid smoothly into my vagina. Then he began to thrust in and out rhythmically, not fast but very powerful. Because his penis was so large, almost every thrust hit my G-spot. I was experiencing both pain and pleasure, and forgetting that we were in a department store, I started to moan loudly. Luckily, there seemed to be no one in the dressing room.

After about ten minutes of this, he made me stand up facing the wall, lean forward and hold onto the wall with my hands. Then he spread my legs and entered me from behind again. I involuntarily twisted my hips and waist to meet his thrusts, which made me feel even better. This time he used a fast thrusting motion, and I actually had a second orgasm in this position.

However, he seemed unsatisfied. He lifted me into the air, wrapped my legs around his waist, and continued to fuck me like that. He also sucked and licked my breasts, causing my private parts to continuously leak fluid, wetting the floor. I thought that if this continued, I didn't know how long he would fuck me, and I had to make him ejaculate quickly. So I kept twisting my waist, making extremely lewd moans, and with an expression of being unable to bear it, he thrust hard and quickly a dozen times, then pulled out and shot a large amount of hot semen on my face.

"I've rarely had such a pleasurable experience... You're still a student, aren't you, you slutty little sister?" He took some tissues from the dressing room and wiped the semen off my face.

"Yeah, I'm a first-year high school student." "So young, no wonder you're so tight, but you're not a virgin anymore..." "You're not going to kill me to silence me, are you?" "Hehe, no way, beautiful, you're not wearing underwear and you're so slutty, how could I bear to kill you? I'm leaving now." He quickly slipped out of the dressing room, and after I tidied my clothes, I walked out as if nothing had happened. I checked my watch and realized that he had been having sex with me for over an hour... This was my second sexual experience. Strictly speaking, it couldn't be considered rape because I didn't resist much, but that was because I was so slutty. If it were someone else, they would probably have struggled desperately. But to call that kind of sexual experience "making love" is really too much of a stretch. I don't even know who that person is, so I'd rather use the word "rape."

After that, I was "raped" every now and then, and the frequency kept increasing. One day, I was even raped in the morning and then by different people that night. Sometimes, after a while, they would find another opportunity to rape me.

But luckily, these men always left after they were done; they didn't steal my money, didn't infect me with any sexually transmitted diseases, and I didn't get pregnant. Of course, I didn't report it to the police, and I didn't let anyone know I was being raped. Everyone still thought I was just a pretty high school girl, and naturally, a virgin before marriage. But actually, I'm very promiscuous. I enjoy being raped by strangers, but I don't actively seduce others because that would eliminate the pleasure of being raped.

I think being raped so often is a form of self-affirmation for me; it proves I'm an extremely attractive woman, so attractive that people risk being arrested for rape just to violate my allure.

I'm 20 years old and attend a private university.

Although I don't want to say it, I am indeed a very promiscuous girl. Most of the time, I'm thinking about sex. I enjoy watching porn and reading erotic magazines. But what I love most is wearing a miniskirt, showing off my long, slender legs, and basking in the attention of others on the street.

Because I'm quite pretty, men often approach me. Although I'm a promiscuous girl, I'm not indiscriminate; I only consider hanging out with men who are at least good-looking. But generally, the men who approach beautiful women aren't exactly handsome, though they're all very confident.

My first sexual experience was in my first year of high school, when I attended an all-girls school. The lack of men to seduce was painful for me, and this high school life made me constantly think about sex. On the bus to and from school, people would often deliberately grope me, sometimes bumping into my breasts, sometimes touching my buttocks. I didn't feel fear or disgust at these actions; instead, I felt excited.

So one day, I suddenly had a whim and went to school without underwear under my school skirt. Actually, the feeling of not wearing underwear was wonderful—cool and refreshing, like being in direct contact with nature. Because my school uniform was custom-made, the skirt was particularly short, and not wearing underwear was actually quite risky; it was easy for others to notice. Our school's uniform tops were the thinnest and most transparent shirts in Taipei, so even though my figure was a bit more immature back then compared to now, I was still always the focus of attention.

That day, while on the bus, someone touched my buttocks again. Because I wasn't wearing underwear, that hand only touched my buttocks through the thin school skirt, making me more excited than usual. I felt like my private parts were already wet. However, on the bus, he only touched me; he probably didn't realize I wasn't wearing underwear, so he didn't do anything further.

When I got to school, I couldn't resist going to the restroom to masturbate, and I quickly reached orgasm.

That afternoon after school, I didn't go straight home. To enjoy more of the pleasure of not wearing underwear, I wandered around until there were almost no more buses left, and then I reluctantly went home. It wasn't a short distance from the bus stop to my house, but I could take a shortcut through the alleys. Afraid of being scolded by my mother for coming home late, I decided to take the shortcut that day…

However, this decision led to me being raped by a stranger.

He threatened me with a knife, telling me not to scream, then took out a rope and tied my hands behind my back. He began to knead my breasts, and my nipples immediately hardened from the stimulation, while my genitals became wet. He then reached under my skirt and discovered I wasn't wearing underwear. He smiled knowingly and kissed my lips. I didn't resist much. After sufficient caressing, he pulled out his already erect penis and forcefully thrust it into my wet genitals. I almost fainted from the pain and began to struggle, but because my hands were bound, I couldn't offer much resistance, which only excited him further, leading to more intense thrusting.

It was my first time, and I couldn't withstand his rough treatment. I screamed in pain, begging him repeatedly. Although he pulled out, he turned my body away from him and continued thrusting from behind. However, I felt less pain than before and began to enjoy it. Looking at the dim streetlights in the alley, I was being raped by a stranger on the asphalt road. I started moaning. The man probably couldn't stand my lewd cries and quickly ejaculated.

"So good, I actually slept with a virgin," he said with satisfaction afterward, looking at the blood left on my genitals. He untied my ropes, seemingly not intending to rob me or harm me further. Since my top hadn't been removed—he had only lifted my skirt to penetrate me—I didn't need to fix my clothes. I just took out some tissues to wipe the blood and ran straight home. After returning home, I didn't tell anyone about the rape.

After that rape, I rarely wore underwear anymore. Except during my period, whether I was outside or at home, whether I was wearing a skirt or pants, I probably didn't wear underwear. Later, after I started using tampons, my underwear was probably relegated to a drawer. Fortunately, I washed my own underwear and hung it to dry on the balcony outside my room, so my family didn't find out. In their eyes, I was just a well-behaved, average-performing, and pretty girl.

As I matured, I became more attractive. Even though my clothes weren't very revealing, I could easily arouse people. A stranger who struck up a conversation with me once said, "You're easy to get an erection from." I think it might be because I'm naturally promiscuous, so every move I make carries an alluring charm. So, two or three months after the first rape, I was raped again.

This happened on a Sunday afternoon. I was wearing a white spaghetti-strap tank top, without a bra underneath, and a thin long-sleeved shirt over it. My lower body was covered by a soft, super-short, tight-fitting skirt and strappy sandals. Of course, I wasn't wearing underwear. I don't usually wear stockings, partly because my skin is very good, and my fair, delicate legs don't need stockings to enhance them; and partly because wearing stockings greatly diminishes the pleasure of not wearing underwear. However, I later started trying garter stockings because they look really good.

My attire, combined with my naturally beautiful face and well-proportioned figure, attracted a lot of attention. Men and women alike couldn't help but glance at me, which gradually aroused me. I wanted to go to the restroom to relieve myself; I often masturbated in department store restrooms in the past. However, this time, just as I was about to close the stall door, someone suddenly opened it, squeezed in with me, and locked the door. It was a man! Before I could react, he had already covered my mouth and started taking off my shirt. He wasn't carrying any weapons; he completely overpowered me with brute force. He was a really strong guy.

He started to reach between my legs, trying to pull down my underwear, but his hand went straight to my genitals, not touching any underwear or anything like that. He seemed surprised and a little bewildered.

"I was going to gag you with my underwear so you wouldn't scream, but I didn't expect you, this slutty girl, to be not wearing any underwear... so I had no choice but to do this." He kissed me, his tongue slipping into my lips. His tongue was very agile, and soon I was completely powerless and no longer resisted.

"Yes... that's it. As long as you behave, I won't hurt you; but if you dare to scream, I'll make you regret it." I could only nod.

He placed me on the toilet seat and began to take off my vest, exposing my breasts. My breasts weren't very large, but they were soft and very firm. When my nipples hardened and protruded, the curves of my entire chest were beautiful and quite attractive. He used his nimble tongue to suck and lick my areolas and nipples. My nipples were very sensitive and immediately hardened upon stimulation. I breathed softly and closed my eyes, savoring the stimulation from my chest. Then he began to move his hands between my thighs. I reflexively squeezed my legs together, but he forcefully pulled them closed, lifting my short skirt up to my waist, and then teasing my genitals with his fingers.

Soon, my vaginal fluids were overflowing, and he simply inserted his fingers into my vagina, slowly thrusting and playing with them. I felt so good that I couldn't help but moan. Seeing how engrossed I was, he licked my genitals with his tongue. I was a little overwhelmed and held his head with my hands. He further inserted his tongue into my vagina, and the slippery, pleasurable sensation almost made me faint. He continued to use his mouth on my genitals, and I could only moan wantonly. After a while, I actually reached orgasm, and a large amount of fluid flowed from my genitals.

He pulled out his penis and made me take it in my mouth. I took the still-erect thing into my mouth, and he grabbed my head, using his hips to thrust his penis in and out of my mouth. I felt his penis gradually grow bigger and harder in my mouth, until it filled my mouth completely, making it impossible to continue thrusting. He had to pull it out, and that's when I realized how enormous it was!

I started to feel scared and began to resist, but he quickly subdued me, placing my legs on his shoulders and pressing his penis against my vaginal opening. Perhaps because of the lubrication from my previous orgasm, and because I often masturbate, even though it was only my second sexual experience, his enormous penis slid smoothly into my vagina. Then he began to thrust in and out rhythmically, not fast but very powerful. Because his penis was so large, almost every thrust hit my G-spot. I was experiencing both pain and pleasure, and forgetting that we were in a department store, I started to moan loudly. Luckily, there seemed to be no one in the dressing room.

After about ten minutes of this, he made me stand up facing the wall, lean forward and hold onto the wall with my hands. Then he spread my legs and entered me from behind again. I involuntarily twisted my hips and waist to meet his thrusts, which made me feel even better. This time he used a fast thrusting motion, and I actually had a second orgasm in this position.

However, he seemed unsatisfied. He lifted me into the air, wrapped my legs around his waist, and continued to fuck me like that. He also sucked and licked my breasts, causing my private parts to continuously leak fluid, wetting the floor. I thought that if this continued, I didn't know how long he would fuck me, and I had to make him ejaculate quickly. So I kept twisting my waist, making extremely lewd moans, and with an expression of being unable to bear it, he thrust hard and quickly a dozen times, then pulled out and shot a large amount of hot semen on my face.

"I've rarely had such a pleasurable experience... You're still a student, aren't you, you slutty little sister?" He took some tissues from the dressing room and wiped the semen off my face.

"Yeah, I'm a first-year high school student." "So young, no wonder you're so tight, but you're not a virgin anymore..." "You're not going to kill me to silence me, are you?" "Hehe, no way, beautiful, you're not wearing underwear and you're so slutty, how could I bear to kill you? I'm leaving now." He quickly slipped out of the dressing room, and after I tidied my clothes, I walked out as if nothing had happened. I checked my watch and realized that he had been having sex with me for over an hour... This was my second sexual experience. Strictly speaking, it couldn't be considered rape because I didn't resist much, but that was because I was so slutty. If it were someone else, they would probably have struggled desperately. But to call that kind of sexual experience "making love" is really too much of a stretch. I don't even know who that person is, so I'd rather use the word "rape."

After that, I was "raped" every now and then, and the frequency kept increasing. One day, I was even raped in the morning and then by different people that night. Sometimes, after a while, they would find another opportunity to rape me.

But luckily, these men always left after they were done; they didn't steal my money, didn't infect me with any sexually transmitted diseases, and I didn't get pregnant. Of course, I didn't report it to the police, and I didn't let anyone know I was being raped. Everyone still thought I was just a pretty high school girl, and naturally, a virgin before marriage. But actually, I'm very promiscuous. I enjoy being raped by strangers, but I don't actively seduce others because that would eliminate the pleasure of being raped.

I think being raped so often is a form of self-affirmation for me; it proves I'm an extremely attractive woman, so attractive that people risk being arrested for rape just to challenge me.

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