Rape the Neighbor Girl (Urban Life Adult Novel)

Ding-dong... Ding-dong..."

Reluctantly, I went to my neighbor's door and rang the doorbell.

Just now when I was taking a shower, I accidentally dropped my replacement bra on the ground. Although I picked it up immediately, because I had just taken a shower, there were water stains all over the floor and both milk cups were wet, so I couldn't wear it.

I remembered there was a bra on the clothes rack outside the window. It was put there to dry two days ago and should be dry by now.

As luck would have it, there was a strong wind today, so the bra couldn't be fastened tightly enough and ended up being blown onto the neighbor's shelf.

The windows of our hall face each other. At first, I accidentally saw the man in the neighbor's house. He seemed to be only in his twenties and looked good. So later, whenever I was bored, I would peek into the room from behind the curtain in front of the window.

After watching him for a few days, I realized that he was not a good person.

From my window, I could see the TV screen in his hall and the sofa opposite the TV. Once, I saw a scene from a pornographic disc on the TV screen: two naked worms entangled together.

What's even more disgusting is that he was sitting on the sofa with his lower body naked, rubbing his penis while watching a DVD.

Although this was not a scene suitable for children, I was in adolescence and was curious about men and sex, so I was deeply attracted.

There are often pornographic CDs sold in the store downstairs from my house. I have always been curious about this kind of thing, but I dare not buy it. Now I can watch it for free. Isn’t it great?

But I was soon disappointed because I couldn't see the content on the TV screen clearly because of the distance. Although I saw one person lying on top of another person and shaking their body constantly, I couldn't tell which was the man and which was the woman.

I felt bored after watching for a while, so I turned my attention to the man's masturbation.

Although I was only thirteen years old, I had already developed and had several months of masturbation experience. I forgot when and how I did it for the first time. I only remember that at first I just put half of my little finger into my private parts and gently moved it in and out until I reached orgasm.

Later, after I learned a little about the male physiological structure, I began to have this question: men do not have a vagina, but instead have a sexual organ that is like a lollipop, which can be imagined with the buttocks, with one convex and one concave. When a man has sex with a woman, he must put that thing into the woman's place. But how do they masturbate?

That time I finally saw it: it turned out that she was holding the penis in her palm and then stroking it back and forth continuously. It seemed to be similar to our in-and-out masturbation method.

I was mesmerized at first, and it took me a while to notice the size of his penis: although the man was tall and strong, and his hands seemed big, he still couldn't hold the penis completely: about one or two inches of it were sticking out from the front.

After he did it for a while, white liquid continued to spurt out of his penis. The liquid spurted out forcefully, some of it even shot onto the TV screen in front of him, but more of it fell on the ground.

I thought it was so dirty and I didn’t dare to look at it any further. But when I wake up in the middle of the night, I can't help but think of this man and his thing, and when I masturbate, I will even fantasize about his thing being inserted into my body.

Then I developed the bad habit of peeping: several nights a week, he would masturbate on the sofa in the hall in a very arrogant manner. Every time after watching him, I couldn't help but masturbate before going to bed, otherwise I couldn't fall asleep.

Although I had peeked at him countless times, apart from his appearance, his figure and his masturbation movements, I really knew nothing about him. I didn't know his name or what he did for a living... I didn't want to have face-to-face contact with him, so I hesitated for a long time, wondering whether I should go over and take the bra back.

Finally, I decided to go for the trip, because I thought that for a growing girl like me, if I didn't wear a bra to fix the position of my breasts, my breasts might get deformed after one night, and by then I'd be afraid there would be no cure.

Also, because I was a growing girl, including my brain, I didn't expect how dangerous it would be for a single man and a single woman to be in the same room, especially since I was just a weak girl and the other person was a perverted big man.

I pressed the doorbell several times, but there was no response. I was about to turn around and leave when the door opened.

"You...little sister, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry to bother you. I live next door to you. I...I have a piece of clothing that was blown onto your clothes drying rack. Can I take it back?"

"Oh, then come in first and we'll talk..." He politely opened the door and let me in.

After I took off my slippers and entered the house, he asked me, "I just took the clothes back and put them in the bedroom drawer without looking at them carefully. Wait for me, let me take a look."

"Thank you so much for your help." I said this, but I was thinking: I don't know whether I should wear such intimate clothing again after a man touched it.

After he entered the room, I stood in the hall waiting. The floor of the room was paved with tiles. When I stepped on it barefoot, it felt icy and cold, making me feel uncomfortable all over.

Not only did it feel cold, but I also felt like the sole of my right foot was wet and slippery. I quietly moved my right foot away, then looked down, and saw a thin puddle of water where I had just stepped.

But it was not as simple as water stains. When I moved my feet along the floor just now, I already felt the sticky liquid, and now I can vaguely smell a fishy odor, a bit like the smell of a man's ejaculation.

A nauseous feeling surged into my chest, and I almost wanted to turn around and run home to wash my feet.

But thinking that this would only cause embarrassment, I finally endured it. I had already stepped on it, so it didn't make much difference whether I washed it earlier or later.

After a while, he came out with my bra.

He came up to me, and when I was about to say thank you to him, I saw him staring at my chest.

From his lustful look, I knew something bad was going to happen, so I looked down and saw that, sure enough, there were two small bulges at the tips of my breasts on the white T-shirt I was wearing.

There was no clothing under the T-shirt. The loose T-shirt swayed as I walked, and my nipples were lightly brushed by the T-shirt. No wonder I felt uncomfortable all over just now. But I was so careless that I didn't even notice that my nipples were erected due to the stimulation, and I was molested by the lustful man with his eyes.

"You..." I was so angry that my face turned red and I covered my chest with my hands.

"Hehe... little sister, please don't misunderstand me. Although you said that the bra size is yours, how do I know if you are lying to me? So at least I have to see if your size matches this bra size. But after looking for a long time, I still can't be sure... Why don't you lift up your T-shirt so that I can see it more clearly..."

What? Lift up my T-shirt? I'm not wearing anything under my T-shirt. If I lift up my T-shirt, won't he see my naked breasts? Even if I wore a bra, I wouldn't do this just to get it back. This man must be mentally ill.

I snorted and said to him, "If you don't want to give it to me, forget it." I wanted to turn around and leave, but he kept pestering me, "If you don't let me see it, then you must have taken someone else's things and you must be guilty of it."

He said I was pretending to be someone else’s bust? It's really unreasonable. Even though we were in someone else's house, I couldn't help but yell at him: "You pervert! If you keep pestering me, I'll scream!"

Unexpectedly, he showed no fear at all. Instead, he said with a grin, "I think it's you, a female pervert, who's been pestering me. You often peek at me masturbating and find an excuse to come to my house..."

What... did he mean... that he knew I was peeking at him...

"You've looked at my dick so many times, it's not too much for me to see your tits now." He said as he moved closer to me.

I was forced into a corner, with nowhere to retreat. I shouted at him, "If you come any closer, I will really scream!"

Seeing my serious attitude, he hesitated a little, then smiled and said, "Little sister, don't be so neurotic. I'm just joking with you. Who would be interested in a little girl like you who doesn't even have hair? Do you think I'm a perverted pedophile..."

As he spoke, he handed me the bra, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I scared him. If he really came over again, I'm not sure I would have the courage to shout. If I made a big deal and let the neighbors know that I watched a man masturbate, how would I be able to face people in the future? And my parents might even beat me to death.

I don't know if I was too nervous or what, but although his attitude softened, I always felt that there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, which made me feel uneasy from the bottom of my heart. So I remained vigilant, afraid that he was hiding some tricks in secret and afraid that he would change his mind.

When I took the bra in my hand, I felt a pool of wetness, sticky and slippery. I was stunned at first, and then after a while I realized that it was a man's semen. I felt embarrassed and angry, and my face was hot.

When he saw my expression and reaction, the smile on his face widened, and I felt like I was being fooled.

As expected, she had evil intentions. No wonder she was so easygoing and willing to return the bra to me.

"Hehe... I'm so sorry. I used your bra to masturbate just now... I accidentally ejaculated on your bra..."

I almost fainted. This man was even more perverted than I had imagined. Although he said he was not a pedophile, I was sure he was a fetishist. My bra was touched by him, and I had long wanted to throw it into the trash can, so it didn't matter that it was stained. But now even my hands are stained with the venom of this perverted man, I'm really unlucky.

I was so angry that I threw my bra at him and turned around to leave. I really want to scold him, but it's useless to scold a shameless person like him. It's better to leave a few seconds earlier. I don't want to stay in this dirty place for even a second longer, and I don't want to be with this person for even a second longer.

But as soon as I turned around, he attacked me from behind. I was caught off guard by his move and was easily hugged from behind. I reacted quickly, feeling that I was in danger, and wanted to scream immediately, but he was faster. Before I could scream, he had already lifted the hem of my T-shirt and covered my head with the T-shirt.

"Help..." My voice couldn't be heard, I could only hear my own muffled cry. Although I felt a chill on my upper body, I no longer had time to protect my exposed breasts. The most important thing at the moment was to get rid of the pervert's harassment. In addition to continuing to shout, I also resisted with my hands.

I reached behind me with one hand to push him away and tried to pull the T-shirt down with the other hand, but failed. My hands were quickly subdued, my wrists were firmly grasped, I couldn't move, and finally they were forcibly handcuffed and tied behind my back.

Then I was picked up by the waist. I couldn't see anything, but I soon knew that he was going to take me into the bedroom because he pressed me down on the soft bed from behind.

My skirt was lifted up and I had no way to dodge because I was pressed so hard that I couldn't even turn around. He put his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down to my thighs.

My butt was completely exposed to the air, his hands rubbed my butt roughly, and then he reached his hand to the front and played with my private parts.

"No..." His fingers rubbed my private parts until they became hot and itchy, which made me feel a little uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was that he actually forced his fingers into my body and moved them in and out of my vagina.

Although I would put my fingers in when I masturbated, my fingers were not as thick as his, and certainly not as rough as his, so even though I was used to masturbating, I couldn't stand his ravages.

But worse things were yet to come. He moved his fingers in and out for a while before pulling them out. Then I turned over and raised my legs. Then I felt a sharp tearing pain in my lower body and a hard object was forced into my private parts.

Then he started to move in and out roughly again, but this time what was ravaging me was a male organ that was thicker than his fingers.

Although I had lost my virginity three or four days ago, I still felt extremely painful when being raped by a man again.

He thrust in and out for more than ten times. I clenched my teeth and endured the pain until finally he reached the moment of ejaculation.

I felt him spraying hot liquid into my body, and then his penis slipped out of my vagina, and liquid flowed out of my private parts. Then, the T-shirt covering my face was pulled down, and I saw his obscene face and bloodshot eyes.

"So you're no longer a virgin... I didn't expect you to have been involved in sexual relationships at such a young age..."

No! I didn’t… While I was crying out in injustice in my heart, I was also bringing back painful memories for him—that was what happened a few days ago. That afternoon, I was the only one at home. I had just got home from school. After changing my clothes, I started reviewing my lessons.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, I opened the door and saw two men standing outside.

They said that the residents downstairs suddenly had snow in the middle of the TV broadcast, so they wanted to come up and adjust the antenna.

Looking back, I realized how stupid I was. Although the antenna downstairs extended from my window to the rooftop, if I really wanted to adjust it, I should have gone to the rooftop instead of coming to my house. Unfortunately, I didn't suspect anything at the time and opened the door, which resulted in a wolf entering the house.

After they entered the house, they subdued me. I realized something was wrong, but it was too late to resist. The two big men easily subdued me, a little girl, and tied me up with ropes that they had prepared in advance. Then I was pushed onto the bed in the bedroom and they took off my clothes.

In order to protect my chastity, I fought desperately, but it was of course useless. I could only adopt an uncooperative attitude and move my body around.

In the confusion, I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up again, I was lying on my bed in my bedroom with my legs spread. In addition to being naked, I also felt a tingling sensation in my lower body. I reached out to touch it and felt a sticky, slippery liquid flowing out of my private parts.

I took the finger stained with dirty liquid in front of me and took a look. It was my first contact with male semen. The sticky white liquid gave off an unpleasant odor, and when I looked at it more closely, I could not help but burst into tears, because the liquid was mixed with a little blood, and I knew that my innocence had been tarnished.

I was at a loss and didn't dare tell anyone about this. I just wanted to wash away the dirty things. I ran into the bathroom and washed my body repeatedly. I knew my sister and mother would not come back so early, so I spent a full hour taking a shower and then cleaned the bed to leave no trace.

I treated it as a nightmare, and although my mood gradually calmed down, my private parts were still aching. Even masturbation was not enough to stop me from feeling pain. Now, it was being roughly violated, and the old injury was severely damaged again, making me feel excruciating pain.

Although he had satisfied his animal desires, he was not willing to let me go and instead attacked my breasts.

"No... please let me go..."

"Hehe... I didn't expect you to give yourself to me when I borrowed your bra just now. Otherwise, I would have saved some ammunition... But we still have plenty of time, so I can have a few more shots with you..."

"Please let me go...My family won't see me when they come back later...They will definitely call the police...If you let me go now...I promise I won't tell anyone..."

"Hey, don't bluff me. This morning I saw your parents dragging a lot of luggage out of the house, and I heard them say they were going to Italy for two or three weeks..."

"But my sister will be home from school soon...she won't see me at home...she will call the police too..."

But this did not scare him, instead it aroused his evil memories of my sister.

"Your sister... Are you talking about that pretty girl who's in high school downstairs? Hey, I've wanted to have sex with her for a long time, and thanks to you for reminding me, this time I can kill two birds with one stone."

When I saw the lewd smile on his lips, my heart sank.

"No! Please don't hurt my sister. Whatever you want, do it on me. Please don't hurt my sister..." I begged him anxiously.

"Hehe...are you begging me to have sex with you now? Don't worry, after I take care of your eldest daughter, I will definitely grant your wish!"

"No! Don't!" Thinking of the tragic thing that was about to happen to my sister, I couldn't help but scream hysterically.

"Stop making noise!" He slapped me several times, but for my sister, I endured the pain and shouted for help.

To stop me from shouting, he first stuffed his underwear into my mouth and then found two towels. One towel was used to tie my mouth so that I couldn't spit out his underwear, and the other towel was used to tie my feet.

After threatening me not to move, he turned and left the room. I saw a fruit knife stuck in the waistband of his trousers.

I struggled constantly, but my hands were tied so tightly that it was useless no matter how hard I struggled.

It took me a lot of effort to finally sit up. From the large wall-mounted mirror in the room, I saw that the part with my hands tied was actually my bra.

I moved my body and pressed my bra against a sharp notch on the marble edge of the windowsill, trying to cut the strap that bound my hands, but the material of the strap was too tough, and I was sweating all over, but there was no progress at all.

At this time, I heard the sound of a man and a woman talking outside the half-open door. Although I couldn't hear the content clearly, I knew that the woman was my sister.

sister! It's dangerous! Run away quickly! Don't flirt with that man!

I kept shouting in my heart, but my sister didn't sense it and tricked me into going into the house.

"Your sister is lying in that room. Let me help you carry her home!"

"Thank you so much..." Before my sister could finish her words, she appeared at the bedroom door.

As soon as she saw me, a look of surprise appeared on her face, and at the same time, the man pulled out a sharp knife from behind and put it on her neck.

My sister finally couldn't escape the clutches of the pervert. I closed my eyes, not daring to watch any more. But I couldn't cover my ears. Throughout the night, I could hear my sister's painful moans.

If possible, I would rather switch positions with my sister, but as he said, he was not a pedophile. He kept on biting my sister's mature body and raped her countless times.