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🕑 Added 2025-01-26 05:07:17 +0000 UTCChapter 3
(Mom's perspective narration)
My name is Xinyi, born in 1972. I got my first period when I was twelve. My grandmother happened to be out, and I was alone at home. I cried in fear, thinking I was going to die.
In the end, the neighbor's aunt heard me and came over to knock on our door.
When she entered and saw me standing there with blood on my pants, she was startled at first, but quickly realized what was happening. She smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this means you're growing up."
I didn't know what that meant, and I thought, if growing up is so scary, I'd rather never grow up.
But after that, I developed very quickly. I grew taller rapidly, my chest gradually became fuller, and I even started growing hair down there.
At first, no one told me I needed to wear a bra. After a winter, my breasts had grown a lot. When summer came, I was still only wearing a single layer to school. As a result, I noticed boys often staring at me, competing to play with me. The bolder ones would even pretend to accidentally touch my chest.
Later, one time after class, I was leaning on the corridor railing when a boy suddenly hugged me from behind, covering my chest and touching my nipples through my clothes. He just lightly scratched with his fingers for a few seconds, but that was probably my first taste of womanly sensations.
At that moment, my whole body felt like it was electrified. My legs went weak, and I was so scared I suddenly screamed loudly. He quickly let go and ran away, but I was still standing there, feeling like I had lost my soul.
A female teacher heard the noise and came over, asking what happened. She called that boy over and scolded him, then told me I couldn't dress like that anymore.
The next day, she specially bought a few pieces of underwear for me - those white camisoles without cups.
Actually, she taught the class next door, not ours, but I still go visit her every year.
Because when she called me to her office and closed the door to help me put on the underwear, I suddenly had a long-lost feeling, that warm feeling of attachment.
One time during PE class, they were training, and as I was crossing the track, he happened to be running by and knocked me down. He looked at a loss, apologizing profusely, and later insisted on treating me to a meal to make amends.
That's how we became familiar. He often waited for me after school to walk together. He was that kind of carefree boy - not very good at studying, but bold and casual about everything. He even talked a bit rudely, but he was especially attentive to me.
He often took liberties with me and liked to secretly stare at my neckline. I actually knew, but I let him do it.
Later, one time after school, I had cleaning duty in the classroom. He came to wait for me. The weather was quite hot, and sweat made my clothes stick to my body. He stared at me, his face a bit red. I said, "What are you looking at?" He said, "Looking at your beautiful figure." I said, "You pervert, do you want to touch too?"
He said, "Of course I want to."
I said, "Then come on, I'll let you touch today."
He was stunned for a moment, then pounced on me, hugging me and pushing me to the back of the classroom. He started kissing me, lifting up my clothes, fondling my newly developed snow-white breasts, pinching my pink little nipples... I was actually very nervous at the time because people were passing by outside the windows, but that feeling had already made it impossible for me to resist. My whole body kept shaking in his arms. I could barely stand steady and could only hug him tightly. Those embarrassing sounds kept coming from my throat, and I tried hard to suppress them but couldn't.
We French kissed for a long time, and my nipples were made hard, but we still didn't dare to go further. Finally, I said it was getting late and we should go back. He said okay and put my clothes back down. Then he walked me home as usual.
At the bottom of my building, we couldn't help but kiss again. This time I initiated it. I felt like I was already becoming addicted. That night lying in bed, I thought about him while touching the places he had touched. At that time, I didn't know about touching myself down there, but playing with my nipples already made me very excited. Although I couldn't reach orgasm, I might have naturally enjoyed that process more. It felt like my whole body was melting.
After that, whenever we were together, we would secretly get intimate. He started reaching in to touch me down there, saying how wet it was. I also tried touching him there. It was hard and erect. I wondered why boys were so strange, but somehow I really liked that feeling.
On the desk in the last row, his hard thing was pressing against me. I closed my eyes and panted, asking, "What do you want to do?"
He said he wanted to fuck me, to deflower me.
I asked, "What does deflowering mean?"
He said it means when you've never been fucked before, the first time you're fucked is called deflowering.
I said, "Then deflower me. I'm willing to let you deflower me, willing to let you fuck me..." He spread my legs and aimed his cock at my pussy entrance, saying, "Xinyi, you're so slutty. You haven't even been deflowered yet and you're already this slutty," while gently thrusting bit by bit.
I asked, "What does slutty mean?"
He said slutty means desperately wanting to be fucked, always wanting to be fucked.
I said, "Then I am slutty. I do want you to fuck me. Do you like that?"
He said he liked it, he liked me being slutty the most. As he spoke, he started slowly pushing inside. My whole body was shaking. I hugged him tightly, closing my eyes to feel that thick, hard thing slowly stretching open my little hole. When the hymen was pierced, I shuddered violently and bit his shoulder hard.
He asked if it hurt. I said it hurt a little.
He asked if it felt good.
My face suddenly turned red. I bit my lip, unable to speak.
He suddenly thrust all the way in and asked again if it felt good. I couldn't hold back anymore and opened my mouth to cry out, but still didn't answer him.
He started thrusting faster and harder. I clutched his back tightly, my nails digging into his flesh. It actually didn't hurt that much, but that feeling was just unbearable. My whole body was tense.
He was very strong, with the good stamina of a 17-year-old. I felt like I was about to pass out by the time he finally came, filling my newly deflowered little pussy. I clenched tightly, not letting a drop leak out.
I asked if he had deflowered others before.
He said yes, several.
I asked if I felt better than them.
He said much better - tighter, wetter, and I moaned more nicely.
I said then fuck me every day from now on.
He said okay, he'd fuck me to death every day.
I asked how could fucking kill someone?
He said he didn't know, that's just what people say.
I said as long as he likes it, I'm willing to let him fuck me to death.
And so, I used up my first time, my 14-year-old first time.
For me, it should have been beautiful. Even thinking about it now, it still feels sweet.
Anyway, at that time, I truly liked him. As for whether he liked me or not, I didn't think it mattered.
However, the me back then would never have imagined that changes would come so quickly, so quickly there was no time to think.
About a month later, I still remember, it was July 16th, not long after summer break started.
He asked me to go out that night, saying we'd go sing karaoke. Actually, it wasn't my first time going with him. He had quite a few "friends" from other schools and society, and sometimes he'd bring me along when hanging out with them.
But that day when we arrived, I felt something was off because the private room was full of men with only me as the lone girl. I recognized two from before but didn't know the others. There were even several men in their 30s or 40s, unlike the usual young crowd. He didn't introduce me either, just greeted them briefly before leading me to sit on the side.
Those people urged me to sing a song, so I went up and sang one. They all applauded, saying, "Little sister, you sing pretty well!"
After a while, he got a phone call, then told me he had to step out for something and would come back to pick me up later.
You've sung this before, it sounds great, so I had to take the microphone and sing along. When I finished, they applauded enthusiastically again.
One man asked, "Little beauty, how big are you?"
I said fifteen. He said he wasn't asking about my age, but how big my chest was. The whole room burst into laughter. My face turned bright red, and I said I didn't know... Then he said why don't you take off your bra so we can see?
As he spoke, he reached out to grab my hand. I felt something was wrong and tried to dodge while asking what he was doing.
He said it was nothing, he'd just never seen a 15-year-old with such a good figure before and wanted to admire it more.
I tried to run, but Ajie grabbed me from behind and pulled me back onto the sofa. Another man immediately grabbed my arms. I struggled hard, kicking wildly, screaming to let me go, but it was useless. My small thin body couldn't move at all in their grasp. The man who had asked me questions smiled as he started undoing my bra, then lifted up my top along with my bra, fully exposing my entire chest. He shouted, "Come on, come on!"
Guess her bra size, winner gets a prize.
They all crowded around to look and touch. Some said 34, some said 35, some said it should be a C cup, others said not that big, B at most... I cried and screamed for help, calling out Tong Yang's name, but no one paid any attention to me.
One man fondled my chest while saying, "Stop yelling. By the time he gets back, we'll have fucked you twice already."
It was only then that I suddenly realized I was going to be gang-raped. I didn't even know how many of them there were, probably at least ten. And I was just a 15-year-old girl who had lost her virginity less than two months ago and only experienced one man. I remembered Tong Yang saying he wanted to fuck me to death, and I was so scared they would really fuck me to death.
They started spreading my legs, lifting up my skirt, touching me down there over my panties.
I cried and begged them to stop, not to do this.
They laughed and asked, "Not do what?"
I said don't touch there... They asked where is "there"?
Is it your little pussy?
The man touching me down there said, "Little beauty, what are you afraid of? Tong Yang said you're very slutty and desperate to be fucked. A cock is a cock, what's the difference between him fucking you or me fucking you?"
As he spoke, his fingers kept stroking back and forth over my panties. The petals underneath were slowly pushed apart, with the tender flesh of my core pressing directly against the fabric, being rubbed by his fingers. I desperately tried to close my legs, but it was completely useless. Two men held my legs apart, one on each side, keeping me in the most shameful position.
I cried desperately, cursing them as beasts and bastards. They just laughed even more, saying, "Bastard? That's nothing. Big brother here has a turtle head that's going to be inside your little pussy soon!"
But what made me most ashamed beyond words was that I actually started getting wet down there.
I hated them, hated them so much my teeth clenched, their every face made me want to vomit, but fluid kept seeping out from my body, soaking through my panties, wetting the man's hand.
He started laughing, saying, "Damn, that kid wasn't lying. She gets wet so easily. This slut is trying to act pure, you know what happens to girls who act pure when they get gang-banged?"
The others all joined in calling me a slut while groping my breasts even harder, pinching my nipples. My nipples were still so small and delicate then, but they pinched them like they were about to break off.
I heard someone say, "Is this slut really only fifteen?
How can a fifteen-year-old be so well developed, with such big perky tits?"
Another said, "Look at her nipples, still so pink. She can't be more than a teenager, right?"
Someone else said, "It's not just her tits that are big. Her legs are long too, and she's pretty. Brother Cheng, these 20,000 yuan are worth it."
The one called Brother Cheng was their leader. He said, "That depends on how many times we fuck her. We bought her for a month. Fuck her hard, the more you fuck her, the more profit we make."
Another said, "How could we possibly lose money? With a girl this hot, take her to any brothel for a month, have her take two clients a day at 500 each, and we'd make an extra 10,000 easily."
I was crying so hard I could barely breathe, coughing and nodding.
He continued asking if it was okay for them to gang-bang me together.
At that point I couldn't care about anything else. I only knew that if I was taken to be a prostitute, I wouldn't be able to go to school anymore, I'd be expelled. I could only nod to whatever he said.
He squeezed my breasts and said, "Damn slut, you clearly know how to play but still act pure. If you're really obedient, then stop wailing."
I tried hard to hold it in, but even though the crying sounds stopped, tears kept streaming down my face. My body shook uncontrollably.
I don't know whose hands were pulling at my panties, but since my legs were spread, they couldn't take them off. They temporarily loosened my legs, but I didn't resist anymore. I knew it was useless, there was no escaping this. I just lay there with my legs out, letting them remove my panties. After taking them off, they spread my legs again, fully exposing my little pussy. At that time, I had just started growing hair, with only a small sparse patch. My white tender labia and pink entrance were completely visible.
They started getting rowdy again, saying how beautiful it was, what a fucking premium pussy, fifteen-year-old pussy is really something else.
To be honest, even though I was ashamed and scared, hearing them praise my beauty and figure actually made me feel a little happy inside.
They started taking off their pants. One by one, hard erect cocks surrounded me. I started feeling scared again, trembling non-stop with nervousness.
Before I had only seen Tong Yang's. I had no idea men's things could look so different. Some were so thick and long, some had especially large heads, some curved upwards... The thickest was even thicker than my arm. I didn't dare imagine how such a thing could enter my tiny hole. Would it really fuck me to death?
But thinking about what they said earlier about "one month," although I didn't know exactly what that meant, I vaguely felt that maybe death would be better.
Thinking that way, I slowly stopped being afraid. I almost hoped they would fuck me to death that very night.
Fortunately, the first man's cock wasn't especially big. I turned my head to the side, not wanting to look at their disgusting smiling faces, but my body was truly feeling his invasion.
But what was different was that besides the one entering my body, there were many more men surrounding me, caressing my delicate smooth skin, kneading my white firm breasts and buttocks, playing with my already swollen nipples, even lifting the thin skin above my pussy to make the little red bean underneath bulge out, using fingers wet with my juices to touch and pinch it... Every part of my body that could make me excited was being ravaged simultaneously. Their movements were very rough, making it burn with pain. At first, my body twisted hard from the pain, but gradually I found myself noticing the pain less and less. Although my nose was still sniffling, the sounds from my throat slowly turned into intermittent moans... But the more I reacted this way, the more my heart felt like it was being stabbed. So this is how bad I am, how cheap, how shameless... If Tong Yang knew what I was like now, what would he think?
Would he call me a cheap whore, tell me to get lost...
But as the cock inside me thrust faster and faster, I soon couldn't think about anything else anymore. All that was left was my body's instinctive writhing under their groping and pounding, and my increasingly rapid breathing and moaning.
I heard someone say "Damn slut, you were crying earlier, now aren't you enjoying being fucked?"
Another said, "She hasn't really gotten a taste yet. Once we really make her feel good, she might be crying and begging you not to fuck her today, but tomorrow she'll be crying and begging you to fuck her."
That was the first time I was called a slut. I knew what an insult that was for a girl.
I cried out that I wasn't, I wasn't a slut.
But they said "You're not a slut? If you're not a slut why are you so slutty? Your nipples are so hard, you're dripping wet, isn't that because it feels good?"
I said tearfully that I wasn't, but they grabbed my hand and made me touch myself, touch my own gaping pussy, touch the cock plunging deep into my body, feel how it was coated in slick, shiny fluids when it pulled out... I started to quiet down. I knew that no matter how I tried to deny it, I couldn't make my body lie... Someone shoved their cock in my mouth. The strong, foul smell filled my nose, making me want to vomit. I had never tried using my mouth before, Tong Yang had never asked me to try, but now, I was frowning yet slowly...
But he still impatiently yanked my hair: "Slut, don't you know how to suck? Your technique is terrible."
And there were more cocks trying to squeeze in. I could only use my hands to try to satisfy them as much as possible... That's right, slut... I thought, I'm becoming the slut they say I am... Pleasure welled up like a spring, from my nipples, from my clit, from my pussy stuffed full of cock, all converging into a surging flood that almost washed my mind blank.
I started to forget everything - forget that I was only fifteen, forget that I had a boyfriend, forget that my body had belonged only to him just yesterday... In my hazy consciousness, all that was left was my body drowning in pleasure, and one cock after another that I needed to satisfy... As the thrusting got faster and faster, my body started to convulse uncontrollably, my pussy clenching desperately, my hands stroking the cocks faster and faster... At the end, I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore, my eyes rolled back uncontrollably and I couldn't see anything... But the cock inside me still hadn't stopped. The feeling of being filled suddenly became so clear, so intense, each thrust felt like it was going to pierce into my heart... I heard a man's voice say "Damn, this slut came before I did."
Another voice said "Look at how slutty she is, she's born to be a whore"... I had never orgasmed for so long or so intensely before. My body kept shaking non-stop, but in the end, I started crying - I didn't want to become like this, I didn't want to be a slut. I wished so much that none of this had happened, that it was just a nightmare, and when I woke up I could go back to being that ordinary girl I was before.
But no matter how I struggled, I couldn't wake up.
My eyes were crying, my heart was crying, but my pussy was uncontrollably dripping wet, and still sucking on the strange cock inside me.
I didn't understand why things had become like this, didn't understand why I was so cheap, so shameful. I would rather they really fucked me to death, would rather only feel pain, than become the slut they said I was...
But soon, I didn't have time to think about these things anymore. The cock that had been ravaging my pussy for ten minutes finally came. The hot sensation spread inside my body, and actually felt a bit good.
But right after, the man fucking my mouth also came. Thick, pungent fluid suddenly gushed into my throat. I gagged, wanting to spit it out, but his cock was still plugging my throat, so I could only furrow my brows and whimper as I forced myself to swallow that disgusting stuff bit by bit.
"It hurts... Ah... Stop... Please... Stop..." The cock finally pulled out of my mouth. I cried and begged, but within seconds, another cock plugged it again.
I couldn't do anything, couldn't resist at all. I could only cry and whimper as that arm-thick thing slowly pushed into my 15-year-old pussy that had only been deflowered a few weeks ago, stretching open my tender flower, turning it into a thin, translucent ring of flesh that looked like it would tear at any moment.
My whole body was shaking in pain, sweat beading on my forehead... I thought, maybe I really would be fucked to death.
But that actually made me feel a sense of relief. I felt that was better than becoming a slut, better than being fucked to orgasm against my will in such humiliation...
But I was wrong.
With a scream muffled in my throat and my body shuddering like I'd been electrocuted, that goose-egg sized cockhead finally pierced through my cervix.
When it pushed deep into my womb, I actually felt less pain.
The entrance was actually the tightest part. The inside wasn't as tight, but that terrifying size was still enough to fill me completely, enough to smooth out every fold of my inner walls... It was a feeling of fullness I had never experienced before, like a ball of fire burning in my abdomen. And when the real thrusting began, every inch of my stretched pussy walls could feel his friction so clearly.
My entire pussy and womb were pulled outwards again and again, then pushed deep into my body.
Every time he thrust to the deepest part, squeezing my swollen cervix and immature womb, I felt a strange pleasure that was hard to describe.
My walls were frantically leaking fluid, turning the sounds of thrusting into wet squelches.
And when he pulled out, what coated his cock wasn't just sticky love juices, but even a few thin pieces of pink flesh. I heard someone ask why my pussy was like this, even pulling out flesh. Another said you don't know anything, this little slut just lost her virginity a month ago, this is the leftover hymen... But I found that their filthy words didn't disgust me so much anymore, and actually made my pussy walls writhe even more eagerly... I knew I could never wake up again... Tears flowed from my eyes, but soft moans came from my throat...
It didn't take long before my stretched little pussy was fucked to orgasm again. Maybe because that thing was just too thick and long, or maybe because I was slowly stopping my resistance, this time felt even crazier than before. It was like being on the edge of drowning, about to pass out, with nothing left but waves of pleasure washing away almost all other senses... My body was instinctively writhing, no longer trying to escape, but wanting to feel that hard presence more clearly, feel the fullness and warmth it gave me.
I heard the click of camera shutters. Flashes lit up the room. "Don't... You can't do this..." I pleaded softly, but it sounded like dreamy moans.
I knew it was useless. All I could do was turn my head away, hoping my face wouldn't be captured too clearly.
But they started coming closer, taking close-ups of my sensitive parts, of my nipples that had been tortured red and swollen, of my pussy covered in juices and cum. The spent cock finally pulled out, leaving my engorged flower still gaping open, pulsing like it was breathing, slowly pushing out thick white fluid.
Someone even stuck their fingers in, spreading open my pussy that had been stretched to new limits, so they could photograph the inside too.
Finally, the camera moved to my face, capturing my flushed cheeks, my lips still dripping with cum.
I whimpered desperately, trying to dodge.
Until someone held the screen in front of me, flipping through the photos they had taken. I slowly stopped moving, staring wide-eyed like a soulless puppet - in the images, that slender girl was surrounded by men, using her holes, mouth and hands to service four cocks at once. Though the lighting was dim, the outline of her features was still clear. There were tears in her eyes, but they couldn't hide the allure emanating from her very being - I thought anyone who paid a bit of attention would be able to recognize who it was.
When the next cock entered me, I didn't resist at all, not even symbolically... I didn't dare think about what would happen tomorrow, or the day after.
The only thing that could temporarily make me forget my fear and anxiety was the present, the nightmarish pleasure of the present.
I hated it, yet couldn't help chasing after it... The photos had reached the last one. On the screen was my spread open pussy, the fresh pink color vivid. The flash had illuminated all the way to the deepest part, even the tiny cervix was faintly visible, still coated in sticky semen.
Someone else said this pussy looked so fresh yet could suck so well, it was really fucking premium... For some reason, I actually felt a bit smug - maybe this is women's nature, liking to be praised, to be desired, to have their most primal charms affirmed, even in such a shameful situation... I started trying to consciously tighten my pussy, to suck and lick the cock in my mouth more earnestly. The pleased yet surprised looks on the men's faces gave me a strange sense of accomplishment.
"Damn, this slut still says she's not a whore? She's so good at servicing cocks."
"Maybe she's already sold her pussy many times before, and is just pretending to be pure with us."
"So slutty at fifteen, how many cocks will it take to satisfy her in the future"... I listened with my eyes closed. Those filthy words were actually starting to excite me, and that excitement amplified the pleasure of the cock pounding inside me and my nipples and clit being played with many times over... At that moment, I understood that I could never escape again. Even if they let me go, I could never go back to being that pure girl I was before... Because deep down, I was a slut, born to be a slut... I even felt a bit of anticipation, anticipating that they would really take me to be sold, so I could see if I was the same as a real whore...
They flipped my body around, changing positions, and I obediently cooperated. The cock entering me from a new angle made the tender flesh between my pussy and asshole ache dully. This cock also seemed to curve upwards, feeling like a hook scraping inside me, sliding across the folds of my pussy walls with each thrust, making my juices flow even more copiously.
I gently rocked my hips in rhythm with him while gripping another cock that was offered to me. With a hazy gaze, I opened my little mouth and wrapped my lips around the head, sucking gently and carefully, my tongue tip lightly teasing the urethra... As my sense of shame was gradually torn apart and discarded, I found myself starting to enjoy this state - trying my best to please men, and being pleased by men... Besides the cocks, I could feel someone's fingers touching my asshole, coated in some unknown slippery fluid, rubbing back and forth across the delicate flower-like folds, then slowly pushing into that unexplored little hole, bringing a burning hot sensation. Together with the cock ravaging my pussy, they sandwiched the tender flesh between my two holes, rubbing and massaging it back and forth.
I knew what they were thinking. I was a bit scared, instinctively afraid, but besides fear, I could also feel excitement and desire welling up from the depths of my soul.
"...Come on... Fuck me... Fuck me like a slut..." I closed my eyes, tilting my head back dreamily as I silently chanted in my heart...
