[A 17-year-old girl after watching pornography] (Photos and text) Author: Unknown

A 17-year-old girl's experience after watching pornography.

Author: Unknown.
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I am a 17-year-old girl, 172cm tall, with measurements of 94-59-86. I weigh
47kg and have long, flowing hair.

Logically, I should be in school, but I just don't like going to school. I
dropped out and just like drinking and playing cards with friends. Now I own a health product store.

I remember when I graduated from elementary school, one day after school, a classmate invited me to their house
to play , so I went. There were five of us (boys and girls). After we arrived at their house, we started
cooking. That was the first time I had ever cooked. During dinner, the boys wanted to drink alcohol, so they drank alcohol while we drank
soft drinks . After dinner, we watched TV together. At that moment, I noticed that my body felt very hot, but
I didn't know why. I thought it might be because I was tired from cooking.

After watching for a while, the boys said it was boring and wanted to watch a video. But when it played, I realized it was pornographic.
A man and woman were embracing, and the man's penis was thrusting in and out of the woman's vagina. I tried to get up and leave, but I
found I couldn't move. I looked to the side and saw the boys laughing at me. Then I looked at my two female
classmates; they had their eyes closed, letting the boys rub their breasts. I realized it was probably
the drink I'd been drinking, but I was

already too weak to resist. Then one of the male classmates touched my breasts! My heart was pounding. I tried to stop him, but
I had no strength left. He touching my breasts felt incredibly
good . Slowly, he started to undress me until I was completely naked. I knew nothing more
until I woke up at nine o'clock that night. I found myself in my classmate's father's room, with another male classmate next to me,
but he wasn't the one who had undressed me.

I realized then that I had lost my virginity, and had been gang-raped by them. There was a bloodstain on the sheet beneath me.
I was furious, but there was nothing I could do. Then he came over and hugged me, and I didn't push him away. Maybe
I was numb by then. Seeing that I didn't resist, he continued to touch me. I looked at my watch; it was nine o'clock. I got up, put on
my clothes, and went home.

When I got home, my dad asked me what I had been doing so late. I made up an excuse and went back to my room.
My parents were always busy with their business and didn't ask any more questions. Later, they tricked me into going out
with them several more times under various pretexts. I gradually began to feel the pleasure of sex between men and women. Sometimes I would ask myself: Am I
being too slutty? Because I knew their intentions every time I went out with them, but I still went every time.

From then on, I knew I was no longer a virgin, so I started wearing mature women's clothes, underwear, etc.
My favorite is bodysuits, and I wear stockings all year round, but not pantyhose
, because I also wear garter belts. I dare say that very few junior high school students wear such underwear
. I have several bodysuits with bras, corsets, and garter belts connected together, all of which I bought myself in shopping malls.
Also, I really like wearing boots. As long as it's not summer, I wear boots 70% of the time, some of
them are over the knee.

I have over 20 pairs of boots at home, most of which are over-the-knee boots. My favorite colors
are white and black, so apart from a few pink, leopard print, and floral pairs, they're all white and black. My
underwear and boots are my most treasured possessions. It's not that they're the most expensive, but almost all of them are
limited editions . I also like wearing thongs. At first, it was because you couldn't see the lines when wearing pants over thongs. Later,
I discovered that wearing them underneath felt very comfortable, allowing me to feel sensation at any time. So, they gradually
became my only style of underwear.

Because my parents later moved to another city for business, I've been living alone at home ever since.
I remember one evening I wore a black lace bodysuit, a black thong with an open crotch
, a black and white striped tight-fitting dress, a wide white belt, and a pair of black over-the-knee high-heeled boots with white decorative stripes
(I'm already 172cm, but the heels were 12cm, making me look
exceptionally tall) to dinner with a friend.

After dinner, my friend offered to walk me home, but I declined and slowly walked home myself. I passed a small
park , and since it was closer to get home through the park, I went through it. It was already dark,
and I was terrified. Unfortunately, disaster struck. A
man, about 175cm tall and in his forties, grabbed me and pulled me under a tree, covering my mouth and saying, "Don't scream, or I'll
strangle you.

" I struggled fiercely, but I was powerless; he was very strong! Then, with his
free , he reached under my skirt. I was wearing a very short, tight-fitting dress, so it was easy for him to reach my genitals.
He discovered my underwear and thong, and became extremely excited. He was also very skilled at flirting; he
found my clitoris and rubbed it repeatedly. I couldn't take it anymore; I became very wet, and I could feel
a lot of fluid on my legs.

I stopped resisting because I realized he knew how to make a woman feel good.
I suddenly wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with him, since I hadn't done it for a few days. Besides, resisting
was pointless; it wouldn't be worth it if he actually killed me! I slowly loosened my grip and reached for his genitals
, but I noticed they weren't hard. He sensed my movement, paused, and realized I was
getting aroused. He smiled and pulled a long object from his pocket. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a
dildo!

He pressed a switch, and the dildo started making a squeaking sound and swaying back and forth. I was genuinely
scared this time. I'd never used one before; I'd only ever seen them in health product stores (because I used to
buy condoms there). He inserted it directly into my vagina. Since my thong was
open-crotch , I didn't need to take it off; it just went in.

The thing inside me kept swaying and vibrating, making my whole body tremble. I couldn't help but cry out
, and when he saw me cry out, he immediately covered my mouth again. I gestured for him not to cover me anymore, then closed my eyes and...
My hands naturally wrapped around his shoulders, and I began to enjoy the pleasure the dildo brought me. Seeing me cling to
him, he stopped covering my mouth and started holding me with one hand to keep me from falling, while the other hand gripped the dildo and began
thrusting.

I couldn't take it anymore and started moaning loudly. He looked down, and I don't know what he saw, but he
turned the dildo around. I realized that this little thing could also stimulate the clitoris because it had a small goose head
on it that vibrated intensely. This goose head was vibrating wildly against my clitoris. I couldn't help but lift
one leg and place it on him, because I wanted him to insert the dildo deeper.

He understood my intention and inserted it deeply. Then I felt the dildo vibrating and
swaying much more intensely. It turned out he had turned it to the highest setting. Later, I learned that this highest
setting is usually designed for women over 40, because they have higher sexual desires and don't
reach orgasm as easily as younger women my age. But this man had actually used this setting on me.

At the time, I didn't know much, I just knew it felt incredibly good, a feeling I'd never experienced before. My eyes
were closed, and I felt like I was in heaven, otherwise, how could it feel so good? Then I felt my
feet were wet—it was my own fluid! It had seeped into my boots and down to my feet.
I couldn't believe it. I just prayed he wouldn't stop!

But I couldn't say anything, because I was a girl after all! I took my right hand off his shoulder
and put it inside his pants, only to find that his penis was still not hard. I knew he might be impotent and
couldn't use his own penis to have sex with me. I was a little disappointed, but the pleasure coming from below immediately
distracted me. He started kissing my face and licking my ears with his tongue. For some reason, his
licking of my ears made me even more excited. I kept moaning and stroking his penis, even though it wasn't hard. I started
kissing his face again. I knew I was reaching my peak of excitement.

The dildo below was still moving incessantly. I felt a tightness down there, and then I cried out and ejaculated. He
sensed my ejaculation and slowly reduced the vibration and swaying of the dildo, but didn't remove it. I
felt like I ejaculated a lot; usually, it only happens inside the vagina, but this time I felt like it had all come
out , like a water gun spraying all over my body and the ground.

Then, ashamed, I leaned on his shoulder, took a deep breath, and lowered my legs. He slowly
pulled the dildo out, and I immediately felt a lot of fluid gushing out,
filling .

He suddenly let go of me and ran away! I was stunned; there was no one in front of me. I looked down at myself; my skirt
was intact, my boots were intact, like a dream. But I could feel the fluid on my legs and inside my boots; I
knew I had orgasmed. I leaned against a tree, staring blankly into the distance.

About ten minutes later, a man and a woman walked by. They probably saw me; the man
whispered , "Look how sexy that woman is dressed! So slutty!" The woman said, "Get lost, all you can do is look at
those shady women." I thought, "Maybe I really am like that?" But I've never used my body to earn
money, so am I just a slut? I straightened my underwear and skirt, found some tissues to wipe the water off my legs, and
went home.

After I got home, I started thinking about that dildo. It really brought me so much pleasure. I even thought that
if that person had teased me like that at home, I could moan freely when I felt good.
But I was embarrassed because I was afraid someone would know in the park.

Lost in thought, I went downstairs again. This time, not to the park, not to eat, but to take
a taxi to a place far from my home. I found a health product store that was still open and bought a
dildo. The shop owner was a married woman. She introduced me to one for girls, but it was too thin, so
I didn't buy it. I chose a thicker one. She said it was for mature women and not suitable for me. I didn't care or
haggle. I bought it and went home. When I got home, everyone knew that I didn't sleep all night. I
played with it all night, and after that, I couldn't live without it.

After that, I bought a lot more. Now I have about 20 in total. There are big ones, small ones, long ones
, two-in-one ones, inflatable ones, and ones for two women to use together (because I sometimes like to play with women,
and I have several same-sex friends).

There are also miniature ones, which I still wear now. I have four miniature ones called Honey Butterflies. It's a
small butterfly with a dildo attached to the back, which can be inserted into the vagina. It has massagers on both sides to stimulate the clitoris
and anus. It has several straps on the side so you can tie it to your leg, and it also has a remote control that you can put in
your pocket .

You can turn it on to vibrate whenever you need it. Its advantages are its small size, making it inconspicuous, and it can
be worn all the time. I wear it everywhere—when I'm out, eating, etc.—and sometimes even while I sleep. Its
disadvantages are that it's too small to insert completely, and it can't swing or extend, so it has limited functions. My sex life
is truly thanks to these unsung heroes. Now, to avoid being bored every day, and for my own convenience,
I've opened a health product store!

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