Slutty Sister (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

I am 20 years old and studying at a private university. Although I don't want to say this, I am indeed a very slutty girl. Most of the time, I am always thinking about things related to sex. I like watching porn and reading pornographic magazines. But what I like most is to put on a miniskirt, showing off my pink and slender legs, and go to the street to attract everyone's attention. Because I am quite pretty, men often approach me. Although I am a lustful girl, I am not picky about what I eat. At least the man must be good-looking before I will consider going out to play with him. Generally speaking, men who approach beautiful women are not very handsome, but they are very confident. My first sexual experience was during my freshman year of high school at an all-girls school. It was a painful thing for me to have no man to seduce, and this kind of high school life made me think about sex all the time. When I was taking the bus to and from school, people often took advantage of me on purpose, sometimes bumping into my chest on purpose; sometimes secretly touching my butt. I didn't feel scared or disgusted by these actions, but instead found them very exciting. So one day I suddenly had the urge to go to school without wearing any underwear under my school skirt. In fact, it feels very good not to wear underwear. It feels cool and you can directly come into contact with nature. Since my uniform was custom-made, the skirt was very short. It was actually very dangerous to not wear underwear, and I could easily be discovered by others. The upper body uniform of our school was the thinnest and most transparent shirt in the whole of Taipei City. Therefore, although my figure at that time was a little immature compared to now, I was still always the focus of passers-by's attention. When I was riding the bus that day, someone touched my butt again, but because I was not wearing any underwear,

His hand touched my buttocks through my thin school skirt, which made me more excited than usual. I felt that my private parts were already wet. However, he only touched me on the bus. Maybe he didn't notice that I was not wearing any underwear, so he didn't take any further action. When I got to school, I couldn't help but go to the bathroom to masturbate, and I quickly reached orgasm. I didn’t go home directly after school that afternoon. In order to enjoy more pleasure of not wearing underwear, I wandered around everywhere until there were almost no buses left to take, and then I reluctantly went home. There was quite a distance from the bus stop to my home, but if I took the side alley, I could take a shortcut. I was afraid of being scolded by my mother for coming home late, so I decided to take a shortcut that day. …But this decision led to me being raped by a stranger. He threatened me with a knife and told me not to scream. Then he took out a rope and tied my hands behind my back and started to knead my breasts. My nipples immediately hardened due to such stimulation and my private parts started to get wet. He put his hand deep into my skirt to explore and found that I was not wearing any underwear. He smiled happily and kissed me on the mouth. I did not resist too much. After enough caressing, he took out his already erect penis and thrust it hard into my wet private parts. I almost fainted from the pain and started to struggle, but because my hands were tied, I could not resist too much, which made him more excited and he fucked me more violently. It was my first time, so how could I withstand his rough behavior? I screamed in pain and kept begging him. Although he pulled out, he turned my body away from him and started to fuck me from behind again. However, I felt that it was not as painful as before, so I started to enjoy it. Looking at the dim street lights in the alley, I was raped by a strange man on the asphalt road. I began to moan gradually. The man probably couldn't stand my lewd screams and ejaculated quickly. "It was so comfortable. I actually had sex with a virgin." He said with satisfaction as he looked at the blood left from my private parts, and untied my rope. It seemed that he had no intention of robbing me of my money or hurting me further. Since my top was not taken off, he just lifted up my skirt to have sex with me, so I didn't need to tidy up my clothes. I just took out tissues to wipe the blood and ran straight back home. After I got home, I didn't tell anyone about the rape. After that rape, I seldom wore underwear, except during my period, whether I was outside or at home, or whether I was wearing a skirt or pants. Later, after I started using tampons, my underwear was probably sealed in a drawer. Fortunately, I washed my own underwear and hung them on the balcony outside my room, so my family didn't find out. In their eyes, I was just a well-behaved, average-graded, and pretty girl. As I get older, I look more attractive, and even when I'm not wearing revealing clothes, I can easily arouse people. A passerby who approached me once said, "You're very arousing." I think it may be because she is born lustful, so every move she makes is so seductive and charming. 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 vest with no bra underneath, a thin long-sleeved shirt on the outside, a super short tight skirt made of soft material on the lower body, and lace-up sandals on my feet. Of course, I was not wearing any underwear. I don't wear stockings very often. On the one hand, it's because I have very good skin and white and tender legs that don't need stockings to be embellished; on the other hand, wearing stockings will greatly reduce the pleasure of not wearing underwear. But then I also started trying to wear garter stockings because they looked nice. The way I dressed, coupled with my naturally pretty face and well-proportioned figure, attracted a lot of people's attention. Both men and women had to look at me a few more times, which gradually made me excited, and I wanted to go to the dressing room to take care of it. In the past, I often masturbated in the dressing rooms of department stores. But this time, when I was about to close the door of the dressing room compartment, someone suddenly opened the door, squeezed in with me, and locked the door. It turned out to be a man. Before I could react, he had already covered my mouth and started to take off my shirt. He did not bring any weapons and completely controlled my resistance with brute force. He was really a strong guy. He began to put his hand between my legs, trying to take off my panties, but his hand went straight to my private parts and didn't touch anything like underwear. He seemed very surprised and a little at a loss. "I originally wanted to stuff your mouth with my underwear so that you would stop screaming, but I didn't expect a slutty girl like you to not wear any underwear... I had to do this." He kissed me and put his tongue into my lips. His tongue was very flexible and soon made me feel weak all over and no longer resisted. "Yes...that's it. As long as you behave yourself, I won't let you get hurt. But if you dare to scream, I'll make you pay." I had no choice but to nod. He put me on the toilet seat and started to take off my vest, exposing my breasts. My breasts were not very big, but they were soft and firm. When my nipples became hard and protruding, the curve of my entire breasts was beautiful and quite attractive. He used his flexible tongue to suck and lick my areola and nipples. My nipples were very sensitive and immediately became hard when stimulated. I gasped softly and closed my eyes, feeling the stimulation from my chest. At this time, he began to move his hands between my thighs. I reflexively clamped my legs together. He forcefully spread my legs apart, pulled my skirt up to my waist, and then teased me there with his fingers. Soon after, my vaginal fluid was flooding, so he simply inserted his fingers into my vagina and started to play with it slowly. I felt so comfortable with him that I couldn't help but moan. Seeing that I was very involved, he licked my private parts with his tongue. I couldn't hold on a bit, so I held his head with my hands. He further inserted his tongue into my vagina. The sticky and comfortable feeling almost made me faint. He kept using his mouth to play with me there, and I could only moan lasciviously. After a while, I actually reached a climax, and a lot of fluid flowed out of my private parts. He took out his penis and asked me to hold it in my mouth, so I put the thing that had not yet erected in my mouth. He grabbed my head and used his waist to twist his penis in and out of my small mouth. I felt the penis in my mouth gradually getting bigger and harder, and in the end it filled my mouth so full that I couldn't pump it any further, so he had to pull it out. Only then did I realize that his thing was simply a huge thing! I was a little scared at first and began to resist, but he quickly subdued me, put my legs on his shoulders, and pressed his thing against the opening of my vagina. It might have been because of the lubrication of the fluid from the orgasm just now, and the fact that I masturbate frequently, so even though it was only my second sexual experience, his huge thing slid into my vagina smoothly. Then he began to thrust back and forth in a regular rhythm. Although it was not fast, it was very powerful. Plus his penis was so big, so it hit my center almost every time. I was in pain and pleasure at the same time. I didn't care that we were in a department store and I started to scream loudly. Luckily, there seemed to be no one in the dressing room. We did this for about ten minutes, then he asked me to stand up and face the wall, with my upper body bent forward and holding onto the wall with my hands. Then he spread my legs and entered my body from behind again. I couldn't help but twist my hips and waist to meet his thrusts, which made me more comfortable. This time he used rapid thrusting to fuck me, and I actually had my second orgasm in this position. However, he seemed to be still unsatisfied, and he held me in the air, wrapped my legs around his waist, and started doing it like this. He also sucked and licked my breasts with his mouth, causing liquid to continuously flow out of my private parts, and the ground was wet. I thought that I didn't know how long he would stop doing it like this, and I had to make him ejaculate quickly, so I kept twisting my waist, making extremely lewd moans, and with an expression that I couldn't bear it. Then he thrust hard and quickly for more than ten times, then pulled out, and shot a lot of hot semen on my face. "It's rare for me to have such a comfortable experience... You are still a student, slutty girl?" He took the toilet paper in the dressing room and wiped the semen off my face. "Well, I'm a freshman in high school." "You're so young, no wonder it's so tight, but you're not a virgin anymore..." "You're not going to kill me to silence me, are you?" "Haha, no, beauty, you're not wearing any underwear and you're so slutty, how can I bear to kill you? I'm leaving first." So he quickly slipped out of the dressing room, and after I tidied my clothes, I walked out as if nothing had happened. I looked at my watch and realized that he had been fucking me for more than an hour... This was my second sexual experience. Strictly speaking, it couldn't be considered rape, because I didn't resist too much, but that was because I was too slutty. If it were someone else, they would probably struggle desperately. But to call that kind of sexual experience "making love" is really not fair. I didn't even know who that person was, so I would rather use the word "rape". After that, I would be "raped" every once in a while, and the frequency became higher and higher. One day I was even raped in the morning, and in the evening I was raped again by different people. There were also those who raped me and then found another opportunity to rape me after a while. But fortunately, these people left after they were done, and they didn't take my money, nor did they infect me with sexually transmitted diseases, and I didn't get pregnant. Of course, I didn’t call the police or let anyone know that I was raped. Everyone still thought I was just a beautiful high school girl, and naturally I was still a virgin before marriage. But actually I am very lewd. I like strangers to rape me, but I will not take the initiative to seduce others, because then I will not feel the pleasure of being raped. I think being raped frequently is a form of self-affirmation for me. It proves that I am an extremely attractive woman, and that people cannot help but violate my attractiveness even if they risk being arrested for rape.