My need for pain sometimes takes over me, constantly looking for trouble to get into. My desires to be brutally tortured while fucking came from a past of brother beatings, sneaking into my room at night and playing ping pong pussy while double dutching their dicks inside my barely legal cooter. At first I was scared but then I began to enjoy it, barely able to sleep at night waiting for that door to creek open.
While I thought our parents were sleeping they’d creep right in, singing and teasing while spanking my ass. One brother would hold my little ass down while the other would rip my little wet pussy apart. Spreading my ass cheeks wide open shoving his cock up my tiny tight kitty making me scream and whimper. They loved torturing me, one brother munching on my titty’s while the other is balls deep, switching spots until the pre cum drops start to drizzle and sizzle.
I started to love it becoming the biggest cum slut of the family.
I couldn’t help myself, it started to feel magical especially when daddy would stant at the door, supervising, rubbing his cock, so proud of his pedo pecker sons. Every night I battered and abused crying bloody cum while getting sliced and diced. They spread all my holes into gaping caves at such a young age. We’d go hardcore, tying my hands behind my back and making me swallow their white jizz down my throat, daddy holding my hair making sure my cheeks are stuffed.
Now I love it and need a man full of rage, stress and pain to take everything out on me, twist my tiny cunt up then do it again.





