Xiaoping is here

Hi! My name is Yang Xiaoping, but most of my friends don't know this name. They only know the name
Lena Jones because they don't understand Chinese. I'm twelve years old this year, and it's 1:30 pm now
. I'm at home in a small town in Texas, and I'm waiting for a party, a party with me as the main character. Before
the time comes, let me tell you a story! This is my true story, and it all
started when I was six years old...

My memories of that time are actually quite vague. I was born in Taichung. Both my parents were teachers. My father
taught electronic engineering at a university, and my mother taught English at a vocational college (of course, this information was
given ; a six-year-old child couldn't possibly know so much). Although we weren't extremely wealthy, we were comfortably well-
off. As an only child, I was born into a life of luxury. The elite education I received allowed me to
converse with people in simple Chinese and English after I learned to speak. Unfortunately, one night after my sixth birthday, a car accident took the lives
of both my parents. My uncle, who was the first heir to the estate, not only failed to take good care of me but also cruelly
sent me to an orphanage.

At the time, the orphanage was somehow full of teenagers, and I, a six-year-old, naturally
felt out of place. Fortunately, the orphanage was sponsored by a conglomerate, so the food and lodging were quite good, and I
quickly adapted. During the day, the older children went to school, and only the teachers from the orphanage accompanied me. Although
the older children were kind to me, I always felt like I wasn't one of them. Often at night
, the older children would sneak out of their rooms and lock me inside. I didn't know where they were going, and I
was too scared to follow them because they went towards the large public bathhouse, which was at the very back of the orphanage and was very
dark and scary at night.

"What are they doing at the large public bathhouse?" This question wasn't answered until six months after I entered the orphanage. That
night, only Xiao Zhen, Xiao Mei, and I were in the girls' room on the east side; the other older
children had gone to a youth concert in the city center.

"Hey! Let's go there! It seems like all those guys have already gone!" Xiao Zhen said to the other two children
. "No, my period's here." "I have an exam tomorrow." Both older sisters had their reasons, so
Sister went to the public bathhouse alone. For some reason, her face was flushed, and she looked very happy.
That day, I couldn't resist my curiosity, so I used the excuse of feeding the carp in the front yard to slip away. Then I made my way
to the outside of the public bathhouse. I stepped on a large stone and peeked through the window. What I saw almost made me scream.
All the older boys and Sister Xiao Zhen were inside, and they were all naked! What shocked me even
more was that every older boy's penis had become incredibly large, with lots of dark pubic hair around it. Before that, although I
had seen boys' penises, they were supposed to be soft and small, like caterpillars!

Wait! What was Sister Xiao Zhen kneeling there doing? She was actually putting Brother Tie Niu's huge penis in her mouth! Eighteen-
year-old Brother Tie Niu was not only the oldest in the neighborhood, but also the tallest and strongest, with
dark . He was also a member of his high school's rugby team! His penis was so big too! It was bigger than the other older boys'
, longer than my forearm, and thicker than Sister Xiaozhen's wrist (now that I think about it, it
was probably around 18 centimeters long, about the thickness of three fingers put together?). Brother Tie Niu was holding Sister Xiaozhen's head, repeatedly
pulling his big penis out of her mouth and then back in. Sister Xiaozhen's mouth wasn't big, so
it must have been very uncomfortable for her to have Brother Tie Niu's big penis in her mouth. Why did she look so happy?

Brother Tie Niu also seemed to be enjoying it. The other dozen or so older boys were constantly rubbing their own engorged
penises and anxiously watching the door. "Hey! You don't need to look anymore, they've gone to the concert, Xiaomei's
good friend is here, and Ahua has a big exam tomorrow, so I'm the only one here to play with you today," Sister Xiaozhen said to them after spitting out the big
penis . After a moment of disappointment, the older boys
approached Sister Xiaozhen and Brother Tie Niu with strange expressions.

"Xiao Zhen, can you handle all twelve of us by yourself? Don't cry for help later!"
said fifteen-year-old Ah Ming while touching Xiao Zhen's breasts. He was the youngest boy in the neighborhood; the
others between 16 and 18. Xiao Zhen immediately stood up. At thirteen, she was still
two heads shorter than Tie Niu, and even Ah Ming, the youngest boy, was half a head taller.

"Even if I refuse, do you think you perverts will let me go?" Xiao Zhen said, hands on her hips. Then the older
boys surrounded her, and what happened next is something I'll never forget. Tie Niu made Xiao Zhen bend over
and lean against the wall, while he half-squatted and forcefully thrust his penis, as big as a cucumber, into Xiao Zhen
's vagina from behind. It felt like her vagina was about to burst, and Tie Niu kept pulling it out and thrusting it
in . Xiao Zhen kept moaning, while the other boys watched,
rubbing their own penises. I was absolutely terrified. Just as I was about to run for help to Xiao Zhen, she suddenly started yelling,

"Brother Tie Niu, this is so good! You really deserve to be called the biggest dick in the compound! Harder! Ah...so
good !!"

Huh? Xiao Zhen seemed really happy. At that moment, I turned my attention back to Brother Tie
Niu As I watched, for some reason, I felt hot all over, and my vagina felt numb and
itchy. Before I knew it, Brother Tie Niu had been thrusting for over 20 minutes. My body was still hot, and my vagina was numb and itchy,
but my eyes never left the two of them. During the time Brother Tie Niu was thrusting into Xiao Zhen, several boys had already
ejaculated some white stuff onto her body. Finally, Tie Niu Ge thrust harder and faster
. I don't know what happened to Xiao Zhen Jie; she was screaming and yelling like a madwoman. Suddenly, Tie Niu Ge pulled out
his penis and quickly shoved the whole thing into Xiao Zhen Jie's mouth. I saw some white stuff
flowing from the corner of Xiao Zhen Jie's mouth. After Tie Niu Ge pulled out his penis, Xiao Zhen Jie seemed to have no strength left and lay on the floor.

Then Xiao Cheng Ge climbed up and also used his penis to penetrate Xiao Zhen Jie's vagina. Then came A Bao Ge, A Wei Ge,
Xiao Li Ge... one after another, the older brothers penetrated Xiao Zhen Jie, and Xiao Zhen Jie kept making sounds that seemed to be very
comfortable . I finally understood why I was ostracized by the older brothers and sisters. It turned out that it was because I
didn't participate in their secret game, so they didn't like me and didn't want to be with me.

Finally, I quietly slipped back to my dorm, hid under the covers, and my mind was filled with images of Xiao Zhen being penetrated,
especially the memory of Tie Niu's thick, long penis slamming into Xiao Zhen's narrow hole. My heart raced,
my body burned, and my hands couldn't help but play with my undeveloped little hole and breasts. I was plotting how to join the older
brothers and sisters in their secret games, but I didn't get my wish, because three days later I was adopted by an engineer
couple and became an American.

My new home was in a small town in Texas, a fairly prosperous and newly developed town. Thanks to
the kindness of my adoptive parents and the comfortable surroundings, I quickly adapted to life in a foreign country. When I stepped into my new home, my
new brother Paul... Jones stood at the door to greet me. He was a sixteen-year-old boy, over 190 centimeters tall,
as strong as a buffalo, with a bronze complexion and messy, curly brown hair. When we first met, I
timidly hid behind my adoptive parents. Paul suddenly pulled me into his arms and whispered in my ear,
"Welcome home, my little Lena." To me at that moment, those were the sweetest words in the world.

In the days that followed, having received bilingual education from a young age, I quickly became able to
communicate . For a six-and-a-half-year-old girl, I was quite linguistically gifted. I was a very
popular child in town. Even by American standards, with my big eyes and delicate features, I was quite likable
. Every time my mother took me to Aunt Jessie's grocery store in town, the plump Aunt Jessie would always call me
"the lovable Chinese doll," and she would always give me some candy when we left the store.

很快的过了一年，我七岁半了，一年多以来，和我最亲近的就是我迷人的哥
哥－－保罗，他总是对我非常好而且百依百顺的。镇上的孩子大多数跟我处得很
好，我想是因为我可爱的外形还有对东方人的新鲜感吧？但还是有几个年纪比我
大一点的孩子老爱欺负我，他们老是扯我的黑色长发，嘲笑我的黑眼珠，当我哭
哭啼啼的跑回家时，保罗心疼的把我拥在他宽大的怀里安慰着，而且说我的眼睛
像黑珍珠一样漂亮，我是世界上最最可爱的小女孩。后来，那几个小孩一看到我
就吓得远远躲开，因为保罗威胁他们说，如果再欺负我，就揍扁他们。

My parents' construction company was thriving due to the town's development, and they were
often . My brother took care of almost all of my daily life. Paul loved to bathe me. He would always use
his slightly rough hands to rub soap all over my body and intentionally or unintentionally play with my small pink nipples
and smooth inner thighs, which made me think of that secret game that made my heart race.

One summer day that year, my parents went to a nearby town to supervise a construction project and didn't return for two weeks.
That midnight, after I got up to use the bathroom, I vaguely heard strange noises coming from Paul's room.
Driven by curiosity, I tiptoed and peeked through the crack in the door. I will never forget that scene: Paul was lying naked
on the bed, his muscles no less impressive than Arnold's. On the television screen, a woman was
vigorously sucking a penis that was about the same size as Iron Bull's. When I looked down at Paul's lower body, I couldn't
help but exclaim, "It's so big! Much bigger than Iron Bull's penis!" I thought to myself in amazement. Hearing my exclamation,
Paul nervously pulled on his boxer shorts and turned off the VCR.

The moment he saw me, a complex expression flashed across his face, I couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or surprise. We
stood there for a moment, then he pulled me into his arms, sat on the bed, and whispered in my ear,
"My little candy, you must be scared. Don't be afraid, it's just a game for adults." He
stroked my shoulder-length hair with his rough hands, kissing my cheek. He always called me "little candy," it was his
special affectionate nickname.

"A game! Just like I think, the kind of game I play with older brothers and sisters." I
thought , my small body pressed against Paul's strong muscles, and the desire to participate in that game that I had at six years old
instantly overwhelmed my young heart.

"Paul! If I suck your big cock like in that video, would you find it disgusting
?" I boldly asked. His incredulous expression was hilarious. I playfully
slipped out his embrace, then forcefully pulled down his only piece of clothing—his boxer shorts—and without hesitation, opened my mouth wide and
shoved the head of that enormous thing as far as I could. Whether it was this sudden change that caught my dear, muscular
brother , or whether my small mouth was just too pleasurable for him, Paul simply stood there dumbfounded, letting me
practice my first blowjob with his heavy weapon.

My God! It's so big! When I first put it in my mouth, it was only semi-erect, but it was already a
whole . Stimulated by my small mouth, I quickly managed to fit only about half of the glans in.
Maybe I'm just born with the instinct of a sex slave? I instinctively used both of my little hands, one in front and one behind, to grasp the thick, long
penis and began to stroke it. While I was stroking it vigorously, my little mouth wasn't idle either.
After the huge glans filled my mouth, my little tongue kept wandering over it. His penis was as hard as iron and as hot as fire. For
some reason, I loved this feeling. My already hot body became even more excited, and my seven-and-a-half-year-old
little hole was itchy. When Paul's heavy breathing entered my ears, I looked up at him. My once gentle
brother had changed; now his eyes were filled with wildness, like a hungry wolf.

"My little candy, you're so cute. Suck my big cock well, oh! oh! It feels so good!" Paul
said, stroking my hair. The first time I heard the word "penis," he used the remote control by the bed to turn on
the VCR . The woman on the screen continued sucking on that penis, which was smaller than Paul's. He watched
the pornographic video while enjoying my sucking and stroking. I didn't know that the animalistic desire within him was being gradually aroused by my tender
seven-and- -old body.

After a while, he suddenly picked me up from kneeling on the floor beside the bed and threw me onto the bed.
"Good girl! Little Candy, let me see your body." Before he finished speaking, he stripped me naked. My
thin nightgown was roughly torn to shreds like paper. For a seven-and-a-half-year-old girl, my
body should be considered quite attractive, right? Not only was my skin fair and rosy, but it was also well-proportioned, neither fat nor...
Not dry or brittle. Although Paul sees my naked body almost every day, now his eyes seem to be
spitting .

He leans down and kisses me greedily, his tongue roughly plunging into my mouth and swirling around. I can barely
breathe , and can only helplessly respond with my little tongue. Paul's breath on my face and temples is scalding hot
. His strong, hairy pectoral muscles rub against the tender flesh of my chest, and an indescribable pleasure
comes Under such an intense onslaught, I almost go into a semi-mad state.

After a while, Paul stops all his attacks, and my heart is filled with infinite disappointment. Suddenly, I
feel a pain in my chest. It turns out that Paul is viciously playing with my completely undeveloped breasts. He pinches my pink nipples hard with
his thumb and forefinger, and pulls them forcefully from time to time. I think Paul had already
noticed his seven-and-a-half-year-old sister's unusual lust at that moment, so he showed no mercy. Although I feel pain,
there is also a faint pleasure coming from my aching chest.

Seeing that I only groaned with furrowed brows but showed no sign of resistance, my bear-like brother
became even more unrestrained. He greedily licked the tender flesh of my chest, teasing my nipples with his wet, hot tongue, even
biting and pulling them with his teeth. I was quickly overwhelmed by the painful yet pleasurable sensation. He licked down my body, finally
burying his face between my thighs, frantically playing with my untouched little hole. He roughly licked and bit the smooth opening
and labia (of course, I only learned these terms later), his tongue even penetrating the narrow opening. Paul
still had stubble on his chin from not shaving for two days, which occasionally stung and stimulated between my tender legs. The intense
pleasure mixed with pain caused a small amount of love fluid to seep from my seven-and-a-half-year-old little hole. My passionate moans filled
the room , and his attack became even more intense. Perhaps it was my childish yet lewd cries that aroused his endless
lust, for he actually moved his huge penis toward my little hole, the glans, bigger than a golf ball, trying to squeeze into my narrow
opening.

"Insert into my little hole?!" The image I had just witnessed when I was six years old flashed before my eyes. The thought of my brother's enormous penis being
inserted into my narrow hole filled me with anticipation, but I instinctively jumped off the bed. My
muscular brother was faster than me; he reached the door first and locked it behind him. Paul loved
rock music , and in his soundproofed room, I had nowhere to escape. My incredibly strong brother stood naked by
the door, his eyes burning with lust. His heavy breathing echoed in the silent air, his broad,
hairy chest heaving with rapid breaths. He was like a ferocious brown bear, locking onto me, his helpless
prey.

"Paul, no, I'm scared!" Although I was filled with anticipation, his ferocious appearance made
me plead. But my helpless pleas were like a signal that ignited his bestial nature. He suddenly lunged in,
then threw me onto the bed, roughly spreading my legs, his terrifyingly large penis pressed against my small
opening. I later measured it with a ruler; my dear brother's enormous penis was 25 centimeters long and over 5 centimeters
in diameter. Such a massive penis pressing against my small opening would make even an adult woman nervous, let alone a
seven- .

My feelings at the time were incredibly complex; I was both excited and afraid of being hurt. Although my opening was extremely
tight, Paul's rock-hard penis thrust in, and the glans, larger than a golf ball, forced half of it in. Somehow
, my opening started to leak even more lubrication than before, slightly wetting the rock-hard glans. Paul
gripped my waist tightly, like holding a rag doll, and the pleasure of his large glans forcing open my opening slightly eased my
fear. Suddenly, he roared to the sky, and his terrifyingly large penis rammed all the way into my tender, young
opening. I screamed and cried out wildly, pushing against his eight-pack abs with all my might, hoping that the
enormous penis that was tearing my body apart would withdraw. I still remember that terrifying yet endlessly nostalgic
moment.

At that time, I was almost unconsciously trying to push his body away. A bunch of intense sensations were swirling in my mind:
the pain of the huge penis forcing its way into my tender vagina, the pain of my hymen being violently pierced, the pain of my narrow cervix being forcefully breached, the pain of
the huge glans hitting the uterine wall. My mind went blank, and I could only scream helplessly. Paul
looked incredibly pleased. My resistance and screams reignited his bestiality. He was oblivious to the pain of my loss of virginity
and began to thrust violently with his huge penis. Each thrust was a brutal technique of almost completely withdrawing and then slamming in again. Because of
the increasingly intense pain, I could only groan weakly, with no strength left to resist. With his large, iron-like
hands gripping my waist tightly, each of his rough thrusts slammed into my petite body. The burly man's heavy, rapid
breathing, the weak cries of a seven-and-a-half-year-old, and the resounding "smack! smack!" of his lower body pounding against me
created a symphony that made my blood boil.

For the first ten minutes or so, I only felt excruciating pain. Then, with each penetration , I felt
a little fullness, but the pain remained intense. I could only endure my strong brother's torment. But behind the pain, a surge of
pleasure was already welling up. First, there was the pleasurable sensation of my labia and clitoris rubbing against his massive penis. Then,
the indescribable pleasure came from my small vagina being stretched open again and again by his penis. After Paul's vigorous thrusting for more than 20
minutes , even the feeling of my hymen being rubbed by his penis became both painful and pleasurable. My weak cries began to carry
a hint of lust. Finally, even the sensation of his large glans hitting my tender uterine wall was indistinguishable between pleasure and pain.
This strange experience, where it was impossible to tell whether it was pleasure or pain, made me completely fall in love with the rough thrusting of his huge penis.

After about 30 minutes of hard fucking, Paul seemed to realize that his seven-and-a-half-year-old sister in his arms had been
conquered by his huge penis. He excitedly released my small waist, letting me lift my lower body to receive his powerful
thrusts . His hands roughly kneaded my tender breasts and small nipples. Without the firm
support of his large hands, my body swayed and shook from the impact, and I floated and sank in this vortex of pleasure and pain.
His Arnold-like muscles appeared even more shiny and strong from the sweat, and he
let out low, beastly growls as he fucked me.

Paul fucked for about another 20 minutes, then suddenly accelerated his thrusts, making me moan repeatedly.
Finally , he quickly pulled his enormous penis out of my body, then grabbed my chin and shoved the head of his penis hard into
my throat, almost suffocating me. He grabbed my long hair and forced my head down towards his crotch.
As I heard his deep growl, the hot, thick semen gushing from his glans filled my mouth. The
thick, hot, and fishy taste was irresistible; I savored it for a while before swallowing it whole. Then
, instinctively, I licked his slightly softened, enormous penis. The penis, stained with virgin blood and vaginal fluid, looked even more
imposing. I didn't even leave the remaining semen on the glans untouched, licking it clean.

After my ministrations, the terrifying weapon of mass destruction was resurrected in my mouth. My muscular brother, like
a toy doll, positioned me in a doggy-style position, then mounted me and began to fuck me even harder
than , slapping my white, pink buttocks with a "smack, smack, smack"
sound. The wild, deep growls emanating from his throat were strangely exciting.

My beastly older brother relentlessly ravaged me, who wouldn't be eight years old for another
three months I only remember
losing consciousness in a vortex of extreme pleasure after his hot semen filled my little womb. But Paul continued to unleash his monstrous
lust on my limp body...

Completely exhausted, I didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day. Naked, my entire body was
evidence . Besides numerous small bruises, my snow-white buttocks were red, swollen, and painful from Paul's large hands.
In fact, almost my entire body ached. My tender breasts were pinched into several bruises and had scratches from his large hands. My small
pink nipples were also rough and swollen. My mouth tasted of semen, and
there were traces of dried semen on my face, hair, and the corners of my mouth. Because of Paul's terrifyingly large penis, my virgin blood stained
a palm-sized patch on the bed, and my thighs and swollen, broken vulva were also mixed with semen, leaving red and white bloodstains. Every
movement sent waves of excruciating pain through my vagina. My young uterus, pounded relentlessly by the enormous glans all night,
also ached faintly. My pink nightgown was torn to shreds and scattered on the floor, some stained with blood or
semen.

Paul was no longer in the room, and I suddenly felt a void. It was strange; despite being so brutally
violated all night, the memory was still so embarrassing and made my heart race. I couldn't help but savor the lingering
taste of semen in my mouth. After a while, just as I was about to get up, enduring the pain, my burly brother opened the door and came in. He was wearing
a loose shirt and jeans, and without saying a word, he picked me up, deliberately avoiding my gaze. He
took me to the bathroom and gently and carefully washed my seven-and-a-half-year-old body, which he had ravaged all night.

As the water flowed over my vagina, I screamed in pain. Paul became even more careful while cleaning, and eventually he even applied
medicine to my wound. Throughout the entire process, he didn't utter a single word, and I didn't dare to speak first.

For the next week, aside from changing my dressings and buying me food, he avoided
me holed up in his room or running around outside. I felt so lonely, I don't know why. I was like I was
possessed, my mind constantly preoccupied with "that thing," wanting to suck his terrifyingly huge penis, wanting him to brutally penetrate my seven-and-
a-half-year-old little hole. It felt like something was missing from my body, like hundreds of ants were crawling on my heart,
so itchy, so uncomfortable. My injured vagina hadn't fully healed and still throbbed with pain, but I still wanted to
be penetrated, brutally penetrated. At that moment, I understood that lustful blood flowed through my veins, and
I would do anything as long as Paul was willing to penetrate me.

Finally, that Sunday night, I couldn't hold back any longer. My body burning, I went to Paul's room.
My charming, muscular brother put down the dumbbells he was holding, looking at me in surprise. I rushed over, hugged
Paul , and started crying. Only reaching his waist, I held his lower body, my forehead pressed against
his still-erect penis through his sweatpants.

Seeing my tears, Paul gently stroked my long hair and said apologetically, "Don't cry, my
little candy. I'm so sorry about what happened the other day, but you're just so adorable, I couldn't resist."

"Paul, you don't need to apologize. I loved that night! Even though it hurt so much, I was so happy.
Can you do it to me again? I mean, can you teach me? Because I've never done it before." I
pleaded my eyes brimming with tears.

Although he was surprised, his enormous member honestly responded to my request. His thick, massive penis
pressed against my face through his sweatpants. Involuntarily, I stood on tiptoe, tilted my head back, and gently licked his penis, which was covered by the fabric
.

“Baby, are you sure? Your wound hasn’t even healed yet!” Paul asked me, but I could already see
the burning lust in his eyes.

“Never mind my wound! If you don’t fuck me harder, I’m going to go crazy!” I answered firmly.

After hearing that, a wicked smile appeared on his face, and he ripped all my clothes off with his big hands
, leaving me only in my panties with a bunny pattern. Naked, I was still licking his big dick through his pants. He
pulled off his tight-fitting shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. Suddenly, he pushed me, making me
sit back on the edge of the bed, and then he stripped naked in front of me.

On the night of my first time, only the wall lamp was on in the room, but today, under the bright fluorescent light, I
could see every inch of his muscles. My God! My naked brother was so muscular and terrifying, over 190
centimeters tall, with a bodybuilding-champion-worthy physique, a hairy, broad chest, and a 25-centimeter-long, rock
-hard .

He approached me step by step, like a lion stalking its prey. When he stood before me, his enormous penis was right up
to my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth and took it in, letting the hot, hard glans fill my mouth. My
little tongue instinctively served the huge thing in my mouth, while my hands worked hard to stroke the thick cylinder.
Paul enjoyed my passion while stroking my cheeks and hair with his large hands, occasionally letting out a soft
moan of pleasure.

"This is called oral sex, little candy. How does it feel to suck my big cock?" Paul said, with a
look of both pleasure and wickedness on his face.

I spat out the glans from my mouth and looked up to answer him, "It's amazing, Paul, you know what? Your big
cock is so hot and hard! It feels so good to have in my mouth!" My hands were still stroking it, and after speaking, I quickly
put the glans, covered in my glistening saliva, back into my mouth.

A dozen minutes later, he pushed me down onto the bed and began to roughly play with my undeveloped breasts. I was in pain...
A soft, pleasurable moan immediately echoed in the air. My tender chest still had some bruises, and my nipples weren't
completely swollen, but the painful yet pleasurable sensation was simply amazing.

"Do you need me to be gentler, baby? Your cute little nipples aren't completely swollen yet!"
Paul asked, but his large hands, ravaging my chest, showed no mercy.

"No, don't be too gentle! Paul, it's strange, it hurts so much when you pinch me, but it feels so good too.
Can you suck on my nipples? Or bite them, like that night," I replied, moaning.

Upon hearing this, his hands, which were already pinching and rubbing my nipples even harder, turned my pale pink
nipples a cherry red.

"I'd love to, little candy," he said, then placed his hands under my arms, lifting my
body up to his face like a rag doll. He opened his mouth and began to suck, lick, and bite my breasts intensely. The pain
and pleasure surged through me, and I could only shake my head and moan incessantly.

We played like that for a while, and finally, he gently bit my nipple with his teeth, then pulled it up and tugged at it wildly
. The intense pleasure drove me crazy. Next, he made me lie flat on the bed and kissed me passionately. His
tongue forced open my teeth and roughly intertwined with mine. His large hand moved down my chest,
finally reaching inside my underwear to violate my injured little hole. Oh my god! His fingers caressed my smooth labia
and clitoris, and even lightly moved in and out of my hole. Although he inevitably touched the broken skin, the feeling of
pleasure a little pain was so good that it made my seven-and-a-half-year-old hole slightly wet.

"Is it okay, baby? I mean, are you ready to be fucked?" he asked.

"Fucked?!" I asked back, not understanding the meaning of the word at the time.

"It means to fuck your little hole down there!! Are you sure you want to be fucked?" he asked with a lewd grin.

I nodded shyly yet eagerly. My little bunny panties were immediately torn to shreds. Without a word, he pressed
down on me, his massive cock thrusting in forcefully to the hilt, followed by a brutal and ferocious series of thrusts. Oh my god!! It
hurt even more than the first time I was penetrated. His hard, enormous cock forcefully pried open my seven-and-a-half-year-old's narrow vagina, rubbing against
the still-healing cuts and lacerations. My swollen labia were almost invisible under the strain of this behemoth .
The tender flesh at the entrance of my vagina was rapidly turned inside out with each brutal thrust, inevitably causing
blood to seep from my injured little hole. The beast beneath Paul, tasting the blood, became even more brutal.

I screamed and cried frantically, but my beastly brother, as if wanting to see how
pitiful , continued his powerful thrusts, each one more ferocious than the last. It really hurt!! But I didn't want him
to stop at all.

"Ugh!! ~~ So good!! My little candy, this is what you wanted,
isn't it? You like me fucking you hard with my big dick, right?" My brother, who was fucking me hard, said this to me in a lewd and crude tone.

I answered with sobs through my teary eyes, "Yes!! Ugh~~ I like it so much."

"Like what?" Paul asked deliberately with pleasure.

"Like being fucked by my brother's big dick!! Ah! Ah! ~~ Ah! Fuck me hard!!" I
answered .

"Oh! Can I play with your body however I want?"

"Yes!! I belong to my brother, and he can play with me however he wants!"

"Then do you want me to do it again in the future?"

"Yes!! Every day!!"

Under Paul's massive cock's interrogation, I released my deepest desires in an almost screaming manner.
The pleasure hidden in the intense pain gradually surfaced. The torrent of pleasure and the raging waves of pain
surged together in my seven-and-a-half-year-old body. The cries I made were no longer distinguishable as wails or moans. Even though
tears were still streaming down my face, all I wanted at that moment was for my brother's massive cock to thrust into me forcefully and relentlessly.

After thrusting for almost half an hour, my strong brother turned me over, put me in a doggy-style position, and started
fucking me wildly again. He grabbed my slender, smooth waist, controlling the movement of my body. When his massive cock plunged into my tender little hole, my
soft little buttocks also bumped against his flat, firm abdomen. Soon he released his hands, letting out a
bestial roar, his rough, thick hands slapping my little buttocks again and again, turning my snow-white flesh instantly
red. Accompanied by the violent, forceful thrusting, the numb and painful sensation of being brutally slapped wasn't
unpleasant . After nearly 20 minutes of continuous thrusting, my incredibly sexually potent brother finally ejaculated
his hot, thick semen into my mouth.

For the rest of the night, I was treated like a plaything, relentlessly fucked in various positions. When Paul ejaculated his
second load of semen onto my tender breasts, I collapsed from exhaustion (perhaps from overindulging) and fell into
a coma . I awoke the next morning to the stinging pain in my little hole. From that day on, I was not only
Paul's seven-and-a-half-year-old Asian sister, but also his most loyal little sex slave. Although my vagina was still injured,
for the next week, I was fucked hard more than twice a day.

Paul especially loved to have sex with me in my room. He would always brutally
fuck me on my little bed, which was covered with plush toys. In the first few days, my tender seven-and-a-half-year-old pussy would bleed a little each time he fucked me, and his ruthless,
huge cock would turn slightly red after just a few thrusts. But gradually, under my muscular brother's rough love, my
wounds slowly healed, and by that weekend the bleeding had stopped. However, there were still some minor
abrasions inside my pussy, and the opening was a little swollen.

Even though I loved being dominated by my brother, his 25-centimeter-long, five-centimeter-diameter cock
was still a struggle for my seven-and-a-half-year-old pussy. Even a seasoned adult woman
would inevitably experience some abrasions and swelling for a few days with a cock like that, let alone a seven-and-a-half-year-old girl like me. But I didn't care about
that . Although it sounds a bit perverted, I liked being hurt by my strong brother, and I liked
the pleasure of pain and pleasure churning inside me.

In just one week, Paul showed me over thirty different adult films, handpicked from his
collection . If a film featured a position or technique I hadn't tried before, my muscular brother would even let me
experience it firsthand!

Paul liked to rip my clothes off to make me naked, and I quickly ran out of clothes. That
Sunday , he asked Maria, who lived in the east of town, to drive me to the city to buy clothes. She was Paul's ex-girlfriend.
Little Paul was a few months older; she was a short, seventeen-year-old blonde beauty. Paul said Maria broke up with him because
she couldn't stand his huge penis, but the two still got along very well. When choosing clothes, I only picked out
cute children's clothes that would arouse Paul's lust, and I also bought a lot of cute children's underwear. My mind was filled with the image of
Paul tearing my clothes to shreds. I didn't know that at the same time, in the sex shop on the next street, my lecherous
brother was also on a shopping spree.

When Maria took me home, it was already 3 PM. Paul had been home earlier. After
seeing Maria off, Paul turned around and pulled my petite body into his muscular arms, giving me
a breathtakingly passionate kiss. Then I buried my face in his broad chest and snuggled against him. He stroked
my soft, long hair and said, "Little Candy, did you buy a lot of pretty clothes? Go change into your cutest one
and let me see!"

I originally wanted to change in front of him, but he told me to go into my room to change. Of course, I obediently did as he said. I went
into my room and changed into the white panties I had just bought, a cute light pink dress with lace trim, and pure
white socks with cartoon patterns.

When I came downstairs, my face flushed, Paul, wearing only his panties, sat on the sofa in the living room like a king,
his enormous penis almost bursting out of my tiny bullet panties. There was a large
plastic bag , its contents hidden from view. I walked shyly to him. Paul's smile was more
sinister than usual. He reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a bundle of rope, then tied my hands and
hoisted me up from the living room beam.

Perhaps I had a knack for arousing men's animalistic instincts? Or perhaps it was because I had watched rape porn, but during
this process, I naturally struggled and begged for mercy. Just as I expected, my resistance only made the burly man
more brutal. Seven and a half years old, I was hoisted up like this, my legs about thirty centimeters off the floor,
helplessly dangling. I looked at my strong brother with a fearful yet pitiful gaze, a gaze that could awaken
the most brutal and lewd part of his heart.

Next, he suddenly took out a pair of scissors and cut two small holes, about the size of copper coins, in my dress, just enough to
expose my pale pink nipples. Then, grinning lewdly, he used two serrated plastic clamps to clamp
my exposed . I screamed in pain. The two clamps were tied together with the same cotton rope, and every time Paul pulled,
my tender nipples would throb with pain.

"Little Candy, is it good? Tell me! I am Paul's sex slave," he commanded fiercely, while
gently tugging at the rope in his hand.

"I... ah!!... am Paul's... ah!... sex... sex slave," I
cried out .

“Say it! I love my brother’s big dick the most.”

“Ah!…I love…brother…brother’s big dick the most.”

“I’m a little slut who needs to be fucked.

” “I…

I’m a little slut who needs to be fucked.” “I like it when my brother fucks my seven-and-a-half-year-old tender hole.”

“I…like it when my brother fucks…my seven-and-a-half-year-old…tender hole.”

“…”

With each sentence Paul said, he tugged at the thin rope in his hand. The pain from my nipples compelled me to obey his
command. While enduring the pain, I uttered lewd words, and somehow, I felt a strange
pleasure . Hearing my infinitely lustful yet incredibly naive response, a lewd smile flashed across Paul’s face. Before I
could react, he cruelly pulled the thin rope, and the two clamps that were tightly gripping my tender nipples
were suddenly pulled away. My screams were accompanied by a torrent of tears. Paul, standing in front of me, happily watched my cries.

“Paul!! It hurts!!” I said to him with two lines of tears streaming down my face.

“I know! Little darling, but you like it, don’t you?” he told me, while
not very gently rubbing my red and sore seven-and-a-half-year-old nipples.

I nodded involuntarily. Actually, I couldn’t tell whether I liked it or hated it, but I thought if he
wanted to do this to me again, I probably wouldn’t refuse, right?

His hands grabbed my collar and ripped it open. The cute dress I had just bought that morning was now just a few pieces
of rags Hanging in mid-air, even my white children’s underwear was torn to shreds and scattered all over the floor. Except for
the little white socks on my feet, I was completely naked.

To be honest, I was really looking forward to what he would take out of the bag next. I saw him turn around with
a lewd grin and rummage through the bag. A moment later, he came to my side with a short, black, multi-stranded leather whip. He
teased my nipples, which had just been ravaged, with the tip of the whip, and then ran it all over my body. The rough leather rubbed against my
delicate skin. To be honest, it felt quite good. At that time, I thought that was how whips were used!

It wasn't until the whip grazed my smooth back and began circling my buttocks that I realized something was wrong, but it was too
late. My burly brother swung the whip with his strong arm, and with a "crack," it
struck my tender white buttocks hard. I screamed in pain, but my burly brother, hearing this, excitedly continued to
whip my little bottom, and my cries echoed back and forth.

Being whipped with that kind of sexually sadistic whip was painful, but it didn't injure my body, at most
leaving faint red welts. When the black whip struck my pink buttocks hard, the pain and numbness
were mixed with a strange pleasure that gave me goosebumps. For a seven-and-a-half-year-
old girl was really unusual.

Soon, the brutal whippings spread from my buttocks to my entire body. The irregular, unpredictable lashes made my
suspended body writhe uncontrollably. A painful yet pleasurable sensation seeped into my skin, and even my young,
wet vagina became slightly aroused.

Suddenly, my burly brother threw the short whip to the ground and ripped off my
underwear a brutal assault on my buttocks. Because he was penetrating me from behind,
I, suspended in mid-air, couldn't even hook my legs around his waist. It seemed as if my entire weight was
being supported by my brother's enormous penis. Driven by the pleasure of sexually abusing his seven-and-a-half-year-old sister, my burly brother became more and more
enthusiastic. In the end, he even hugged me and thrust into me with a jumping motion, letting his iron-like penis
pound into my small body again and again. I could only repay my burly brother's might with glistening tears and piercing screams.

Because of this excessively brutal method of penetration, my tender little hole started bleeding again, and the blood made the burly man with the huge cock behind me even more vigorous. That time, Paul probably fucked me hard for about 50 minutes before ejaculating hot, thick semen
into my little uterus . 　　After a while, he put me down and put a leather collar around my neck, with a dark brown leather cord attached to it. 　　"Little Candy, this is a gift for you, do you like it?" he asked, holding the cord. 　　"I like it, I like it so much," I replied, somewhat limp, with an expression of adoration on my face. 　　My burly brother led me, seven and a half years old, into the bathroom. In the spacious bathroom, I obediently licked the huge cock that had driven me crazy, licking away the remaining semen and the traces of blood from my little hole until they were completely clean. After my devout service... Before long, my strong brother was fucking me hard in the bathtub filled with warm water for almost an hour, and finally he even poured a mouthful of thick semen into my mouth. I think it's more accurate to call him a sex beast than a sex superman! 　　After a frenzied fucking, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, and I, already a little dazed, knelt on the floor , obediently burying my head between his legs. His ferocious, huge cock finally softened a bit after ejaculating twice. He stroked my slightly flushed cheeks, enjoying himself with satisfaction. 　　"Little darling, I need to go to the toilet," he said with a smile. 　　I quickly spat out the large glans in my mouth, letting him get up and go to the toilet, but he forcefully pushed . Besides the glans piercing my throat, a small part of the shaft also went into my mouth. 　　"I mean, I need to go to the toilet in your mouth!" Before he could finish speaking, his semi-erect cock shot out hot, smelly urine into my mouth. My head was firmly held by his large hands, and I could only drink large gulps of the salty, smelly hot urine. A few seconds later, he pulled his enormous penis out of my mouth and poured his remaining hot urine all over my body , as if it were a baptism in which I swore to become his sex slave. 　　For the next week, my muscular brother played with me every single day. After , I quickly got to taste the pleasure of an electric dildo. He would always sit on the sofa, holding me naked , watching porn while using the electric dildo to penetrate my seven-year-old tender hole. That electric dildo was only half the length and thickness of Paul's huge penis, so it hardly hurt me when it was thrusting in and out. Of course, the pleasure was limited, but after an hour, I would inevitably feel weak all over. Paul would always unleash his beast between his legs at this time, fiercely and brutally fucking me, who was only seven years old . 　　Later, when my parents came home, they didn't notice the change between Paul and me at all. At my unreasonable demands , my parents had someone do a soundproofing project for my room, which was just a piece of cake . On nights when my parents were home, Paul would always suppress his rising lust through exercise in his room, and then sneak into my room after they fell asleep . 　　Paul was incredibly attractive after exercising; his sweaty muscles radiated heat and an irresistible scent. What happened next was predictable. A muscular man, no less impressive than a bodybuilder, would sneak into my sister's room at night and then, with his 25cm long, 5cm diameter penis, vigorously fuck my seven-and-a-half-year-old sister. Even now, thinking back on those moments, I still blush, my heart races, and my body burns. 　　At that time, I was already his loyal sex slave, a sex doll he could play with however he wanted. Even though I cried out in pain every time, I never wanted him to stop his violent thrusting. Sometimes, when Paul came home late, I was already asleep, but my beloved, muscular brother wouldn't let me off so easily. He would sneak into my room, grab my little buttocks, and fiercely fuck me awake. To be honest, it wasn't bad; it was a bit like a late-night surprise party. 　　About a month before my eighth birthday, after learning about anal sex from porn for the first time, I kept begging Paul to deflower me. He was actually quite interested, but he just wanted to tease me and prevent me from doing so. I think it must have been very exciting for him to hear his seven-year-old sister's requests for anal sex! Later, unable to resist my pleas, he would often apply dilator cream to my anus and then use a dildo, only as thick as his finger, to play with my virgin anus, practicing for the future. 　　On my eighth birthday, my parents threw me a really fun party, but that evening they had to rush to a construction site in a neighboring county due to an unexpected situation, and I didn't know when they would be back. That very night, my burly master threw me another party. Completely naked, he carried me, equally naked, into the bathroom. He used several glycerin balls to give me an enema, cleaning my virgin anus that was about to be offered to him. Then he applied dilator cream, and his enormous penis was also coated with a thick layer of lubricant. My muscular brother's birthday present to me was deflowering my tiny anus. 　　He said to me with a wicked grin, "You'll regret asking for this, baby." At that moment, I was lying on the floor like a puppy, while he used his huge glans to probe my small anus. As soon as he finished speaking, he shoved his iron-ball-like glans into my virgin anus, then thrust in five or six centimeters without warning. The intense pain made me scream like a pig being slaughtered; my almost torn sphincter and intestinal walls clenched his enormous penis tightly. 　　If it were an ordinary man's penis, it probably wouldn't have been able to move at all, right? If it wasn't hard enough, it might have even been painfully squeezed! But what's currently inside my virgin anus is my brother's terrifying, steel-like penis. My anus, clenched in excruciating pain, only makes it feel better for him. 　　His large hands knead my undeveloped breasts, then move to my shoulders, gliding over my back, finally gripping my pink buttocks tightly A sense of foreboding washed over me. I heard him roar, and the steel penis I thought I'd clamped down on suddenly thrust in, most of it still outside me, plunging to the hilt into my eight-year-old virgin rear. My piercing screams were almost too loud to be heard through the bathroom's soundproof wall. The excruciating pain made me struggle desperately, but my savage, beastly brother held my fair, pink buttocks tightly and began to thrust roughly. 　　"Paul!! Stop! Please! It hurts so much!~~" I pleaded . 　　"That won't do! Little thing, you're the one who asked me to insert it, aren't you?" He answered while thrusting deeper a few more times. 　　Knowing I couldn't escape his torment, I could only let him thrust wildly. Blood seeped from my injured anus, staining it red.

His enormous penis, and with each rapid thrust, a thin, slow trickle of fluid flowed down my thighs. God! I finally knew what it felt like to be a roasted chicken pierced by
a fork ; it was the first time I'd ever had sex without any pleasure. I don't know
how long Paul fucked me so hard, because I had already passed out before he ejaculated. Just before I lost consciousness, I
had only —I would never let Paul penetrate my anus again.

When I woke up in bed, it was already the next morning. Last night, after satisfying his lust, Paul
had carefully cleaned my body, even meticulously applying medicine to the wound in my anus, before embracing me naked as
we fell asleep.

When I woke up, he was already happily caressing my cute little nipples. Even though I had been penetrated to the point of fainting last night
, leaning against his hairy, muscular chest, smelling his strong, alluring masculine scent, I
couldn't bring myself to be angry with him. Because of the intense pain in my anus, I could barely walk properly.

After we got dressed, he considerately picked me up and carried me downstairs. He
had prepared a sumptuous breakfast that morning. While we were happily eating, our parents called.
The situation at the construction site was worse than they had imagined, and they wouldn't be back for at least two or three weeks. For Paul, this meant
he had plenty of time to "train" my little eight-year-old anus, making me, at just eight years old, even more thoroughly
his loyal sex toy.

Because my tender anus was battered and bruised by Paul's huge steel penis, and the pain was so intense that I could barely
walk, Paul made up an excuse to get me a two-week leave from elementary school. That night, we
watched porn together. He let my naked, petite body nestle against his hairy, thick chest, his rough hands caressing my
tender, small body.

Perhaps because I'm Asian, I'm quite short for an American kid my age,
only 110 centimeters tall. When my muscular older brother is standing, I have to stand on tiptoe to lick his erect
penis. In the arms of a strong man like Paul, I don't even look eight years old.

That night, we watched a great Japanese rape film. During the exciting parts, my
muscular older brother would playfully pinch my undeveloped nipples hard, making me
moan . Although my nipples were already quite sensitive at only eight years old,
they weren't erect because they hadn't developed yet. Paul would cruelly pinch my soft, pink nipples until they were erect. Although I was
moaning, I actually loved my brother's rough handling. I was always his cute sex doll. As long as it didn't harm my body, I let him torture and ravage me

no matter how rough the sexual abuse was.
That night, he tried to penetrate my injured anus again. I angrily
refused. Perhaps he had never been rejected so seriously before?

My usually rough and masculine brother didn't force himself on me. That night, he only ejaculated once into my tender little hole and
then let me go. Similarly, my usual ferocious and hard-working brother, of course, wouldn't
let my poor little anus go so easily. The next day, I experienced unbearable pain.

On my cute little bed, after Paul had been fucking me hard for 20 minutes, he suddenly withdrew from my small
body . The painful yet pleasurable sensation that had been churning inside me vanished instantly. I thought
Paul was just teasing me, so I said to him in a sweet voice, "Paul!! Don't bully me!!"

"I didn't want to do this either! Little thing, but you were too naughty. I don't like a
sex slave who won't let me penetrate her anus. When you want to give yourself completely to me, I will treat you as well as before." He
answered me in an evil tone, and then went back to his room.

For the next few days, we barely interacted except for meals, and I stubbornly ignored him. Paul
deliberately hid all his sex toys, leaving only a tiny
dildo . A dildo this small couldn't give me any pleasure, only adding to my emptiness and discomfort
. We had a cold war like this for four days.

On the fourth night, Paul was doing sit-ups in his room. The intoxicating smell of sweat almost drove me
crazy . I walked naked into his room, holding glycerin balls and dilation cream, and tearfully surrendered to him:

"Paul!! I'm sorry! I'll be good from now on, please don't bully me anymore!!" I
pleaded .

"That's my cute little candy!" he said with a wicked smile, stroking my cheek.

Then he took off his clothes, put a sex slave collar around my neck, and led me
to the bathroom. He pinned me to the bathroom floor, applied dilator cream, and then terrifyingly thrust his entire length into my anus.
Only someone with a steel-like penis like his could penetrate such a tight eight-year-old's anus with such brutality. He
pounded and thrust recklessly, letting out triumphant roars. Poor me, I could only wail and cry,
my small body twisting and struggling helplessly. Soon, thin streaks of blood slowly trickled down my pale thighs.

Due to the excessive pain, I don't know how long my tender anus was being violated, but I think it was probably close to an hour
. By the time his scalding semen burned my intestinal walls, I was completely exhausted. But my sexual beast brother, who
hadn't ejaculated for four days, released his penis less than three minutes later, and his steel-like penis was once again ravaging my tender little hole
. My body was limp, and I could only let him pound into me, letting out weak moans…

I was completely conquered by him. From that day on, I could no longer stop this bear-like strongman from doing anything to me
. Just like my tender little hole, my injured anus gradually
adapted . I slowly went from the excruciating pain that made my scalp tingle to the burning
pleasure brought by the huge penis rubbing against my intestinal walls, and the strange comfort of my anus being stretched to its limit.

My muscular brother even found some wood and hammered and made a wooden horse for me. Not one of those
rocking horses! But the kind you often see in SM videos, with a triangular strip of wood for the body, and the pointed
end facing up. His woodworking was really good.

I still remember the first time I rode that wooden horse. It was a Saturday when my parents weren't home. He tied my
hands behind my back and blindfolded me. I was completely naked at the time. In the darkness, my muscular
brother lifted my body; I only heard the sound of wood scraping against the floor before he released my
petite frame. Oh my god! I'll never forget that feeling—the intense stinging pain from my genitals combined with a strange pleasure.
"Ahhh!" I couldn't help but scream.

Then Paul removed my blindfold, showing me his masterpiece, while he happily watched his
eight-year-old sister ride the rocking horse. The horse was almost as tall as me; my legs
couldn't touch the ground at all. With my hands tied, my entire weight rested on the triangular prism, its sharp
edge digging deep into my groin, as if trying to cleave me in two. Tears streaming down my
face , I struggled incessantly, my little pink legs dangling in the air, but my helpless cries and writhing
only amplified the pain between my legs.

Paul teased me, "Little Candy! Do you like it? I made this especially for you!"

I could only respond with sobs; the intense feeling of riding a rocking horse for the first time left me speechless. He let me,
only eight years old, ride the rocking horse for over 20 minutes, only lifting me off when I was completely exhausted and about to fall off
. Then, on the sofa, my muscular brother brutally fucked me until I was completely limp
.

Later, when my parents weren't home, Paul invented a way for us to watch porn together. He put
a rocking horse next to the sofa in the living room, and then had me, naked and bound, ride on it. He used
a serrated clamp with a thin rope attached to my pink nipples, while he sat naked on the sofa, holding the rope. We
watched porn like this together, and he would occasionally tug at the rope in his hand, turning my helpless moans into cries of agony.

Every time the movie was about to end, I had to be prepared, because Paul would always
suddenly rip off the serrated clamp that was clamping my nipples, and then start fucking me wildly while I was still crying.

My muscular brother was always very creative when it came to sex games. Besides whipping, nipple clamping,
rocking horse , drinking urine, and hot urine showers, he often had some strange ideas. For example, he would put semen in the sandwiches I brought to
school for lunch; or when my parents were home, he would suddenly barge into my room, unzip my pants
, and pee all over me before quickly leaving.

For a while, he was also obsessed with making me wear different clothes. It started when my elementary school was putting on
a children's play, and I was playing the role of a little white rabbit. When I brought the costume home to try it on, my muscular brother
suddenly had a brilliant idea: he wanted me to wear the little white rabbit costume naked, and then he cut two holes in the crotch area of the costume, and
that's how this big bear brutally fucked my little white rabbit.

Later, he somehow got hold of a bunch of children's play costumes—sheep, butterflies, sparrows,
flowers…etc. I was actually quite enthusiastic about this kind of game. He cut off
the chest so my strong brother could fuck me as much as he wanted while I was wearing them.

After more than half a year of "training," I, at eight years old, already knew the tricks to arousing my brother. When he was having sex with me
, besides instinctively wailing and crying, I would also say things that aroused his lust. For example, when I wore a sheep costume
, I would beg for mercy while receiving his violent thrusts:

"King Grizzly Bear, have mercy! The little sheep is about to be killed by your super big dick! Ouch~~"

"Ha! Ha! I love fucking the little sheep the most, fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!..." He would also
cooperate .

"Ah~~ The little sheep is so happy! To be fucked to death by the King Grizzly Bear's super big dick, oh~~ dear King
Grizzly Bear, please fuck your little sheep to death with force!!! Oh~~ oh!"

"..."

Although my brother was already such a magnificent and strong man, he was still developing!! When I first became
his sister, he was already 191 centimeters tall, and at that time his chest hair and body hair were not so thick.
A year later, when he took my virginity, he already had a thick body hair that exuded masculine charm. Besides his muscles
becoming more muscular, he had also grown a few centimeters taller.

The second month after I lost my virginity, when he was 17, I seriously measured his
erect penis with a ruler. It was a full 25 centimeters long and 5 centimeters in diameter.

By the time I turned eight and he was 18, my muscular brother had grown to 196 centimeters tall. Even more
terrifying : his penis had only increased in diameter by 0.4 centimeters, but my God! I don't know if it was because I was his sex
toy that he trained, or if it was his natural talent, but the length had increased to 28 centimeters!

Paul had a very good friend and classmate, a black man named Jason who lived on the next street. He
and Paul had grown up together since childhood. Although they were different in skin color, they were very close. Paul
spent almost all his time with Jason, except when he was playing with me. His grandmother, who raised him single-handedly, passed away when he was 16.
Now he lives alone and supports himself by working odd jobs. Although his grandmother left him a considerable inheritance, he tries his best not to
use it.

Jason is very tall, even taller than Paul, I think at least 200 centimeters? He looks a lot like
an NBA player. But Jason's physique isn't like those skinny players; he's
like , a well-built, muscular man. Although he's a bit fatter than my brother, he looks very
muscular and sexy.

At first, I was afraid of him, but after spending more time with him, I discovered that this mountain-like black muscleman, despite his
fierce-looking face, is actually a very gentle, considerate, and endearingly naive boy
.

Two months after my eighth birthday, my muscular older brother decided to share my
tender As his sex toy, I had no right to object, and frankly,
I secretly harbored some anticipation for a big boy like Jason, with his dark, muscular body and masculine charm.

That weekend, my parents went to a construction workers' association event, and Paul invited Jason to our house.

"Little darling, how have you been lately?" he greeted me warmly as soon as he saw me, and affectionately picked me
up and let me sit on his lap.

That day, Jason was wearing a green t-shirt and gray shorts, and his dark, broad chest muscles looked like they were about to
burst out of the thin t-shirt. Next to Jason, my eight-year-old body looked even smaller. After a burst of laughter,
Paul took Jason to his room as planned, and I, pretending to watch TV, secretly followed him and
peeked through the crack in the door.

"Jason, I have something good to show you!" Paul said slyly, then turned on
the TV and VCR with the remote and put on an adult film that we all liked for Jason. Probably because it had been a long time since he'd watched an adult film...
Because of the movie, Jason stared intently at the screen. Most of the porn he'd watched was borrowed from Paul.
Before I came to this house, he often watched porn with Paul in this room. Later, probably because I
was there, he didn't watch porn with Paul in the room as often.

"Jason, we've always shared everything since we were little, right?" Paul asked, sitting on the bed.

"That's right! Stop talking to me now! This movie is great!" Jason replied.

Paul put his arm around Jason's shoulder and said, "Brother, I'll give you something better. What do you think of my little candy
?"

"Little Lena? She's adorable! She's the most beautiful and lovable little girl I've ever seen!" Jason
replied .

"Yeah! So I'm going to share my cute little sister with you!!" Paul said with a wicked grin.

Jason looked at Paul with a puzzled expression, not knowing what to say.

"Come out! Little candy," Paul called out, and I went in and lay down on my brother's lap.
Honest Jason panicked upon seeing me, instinctively covering the screen with his body and frantically trying to turn off the VCR.

"Jason! Calm down, Candy and I have watched this movie more than three times already!!" Paul said,
stroking my hair.

"What?!" Jason exclaimed in surprise, flustered. "You guys watch porn together?!"

"Not just that!" Paul said, unzipping his pants. His massive, steel-like penis eagerly emerged.
I immediately buried my face in my brother's crotch, letting his terrifyingly large penis fill my mouth as much as possible.

"Little Lena is my sister, but also my lovely sex slave," Paul
said boastfully.

Jason stood there dumbfounded, staring at me as I used both my mouth and hands to service his enormous penis.
To demonstrate my obedience, Paul pressed my head even deeper into his crotch.

"Candy, why don't you try Jason's big black penis? It must taste amazing!" Paul said to me
.

A little shyly, I hugged Jason's thigh and said, "Jason, can you sit on the bed? You're too tall
, I can't reach your big cock."

Jason, too surprised to react to my naive and innocent teasing, didn't respond at all. Paul pulled him onto
the bed and forcefully pulled down his shorts and underwear. Jason struggled at first, but
he froze after I grasped his semi-erect, large, black cock. I knelt by the bed like a kitten, gently sucking and licking his dark, thick
cock.

Under my ministrations, that huge black cock hardened in my mouth. Although both
were impressive in size, Jason's shape was somewhat different from Paul's. His cock was slightly thinner than Paul's,
about 4 to 5 centimeters in diameter, but so long!! Maybe 30 or 31 centimeters? And it had
a captivating, fishy smell, straight and shiny black. The dark red glans was about the same size as Paul's, like a golf ball
.

Because of my enthusiastic service, Jason began to moan with pleasure. Paul, who was standing nearby, stripped naked and then,
laughing pressed my head down towards Jason's crotch, causing Jason's black glans to shove into my throat. Seeing my pained
expression, the gentle Jason initially wanted to stop Paul, but the pleasure from the penis overcame his sympathy.

Hearing Jason's pleasurable moans, I sucked even harder. After a while, Paul slapped my buttocks
hard and said, "Little thing, let Jason see your cute little body!"

Reluctantly, I spat out the black glans and a small piece of the penis stuffed in my mouth, but my hands continued to stroke the big
black cock. I replied shyly, "I want Jason to help me take my clothes off! Didn't you say it's fun to take off my clothes?"

"Hey!! Bro, why aren't you doing it? Your naked little candy is very attractive!" Paul urged
the bewildered Jason.

I stopped stroking and stood in front of him. The burly black man sitting on the bed seemed to have mustered up his courage and began to undress
me. When I appeared before him wearing only children's underwear, I could see the burning
lust in his eyes.

Paul picked me up, threw me onto the bed, and began to fondle my tender breasts and pale pink
nipples. Jason, completely naked, watched from the side. Even though he also possessed incredibly strong
muscles body hair, had a different kind of sexy charm compared to Paul. While Paul's
hairy muscles were impressive, Jason's dark, glossy muscles were also quite good.

I grabbed Jason's large hand and pressed it against my chest. Seeing Paul's rough kneading
and biting seemed to have a sudden inspiration and began to knead as well. After hearing my animalistic moans, his onslaught became just as intense
as Paul's, and his large, dark hands greedily roamed over my body.

Paul and Jason, true childhood friends, worked together seamlessly, giving me double
the pain and pleasure I usually experienced. After a while, my burly older brother forcefully ripped off my panties, and while
rubbing the smooth little slit between my legs, he said to Jason, "Brother, come on! Let her taste
the power of your big black cock!!"

Jason, who was enjoying my eight-year-old body, suddenly froze. He stared blankly at my little
slit being roughly caressed, and then asked Paul, "You've slept with little Lina?!"

Paul proudly replied, "Not only have I slept with her, but I slept with her really hard! This little girl,
I slept with her when she was seven."

Jason was stunned by this. Actually, his surprise was not unreasonable. My
vulva was completely undeveloped, looking like just a little slit between my legs. For someone with a huge cock like his and Paul to penetrate me
was already an inconceivable thing, not to mention that I was smaller than most children my age!

I said to him in a coquettish tone, "Jason! Don't worry, even though your black dick is big, I
can handle it . You can be a little rough, it's okay."

My childish teasing seemed to dispel his concerns. He pulled me closer and spread my legs.
He held his big black dick and rubbed the glans against my vulva. My soft, pleasurable moans reassured him even more. After taking
the lubricant Paul handed me, he applied a layer to my opening and his own big black dick, then slowly
and gently inserted it. Being treated so tenderly for the first time, I closed my eyes slightly, enjoying this new sensation.

Paul, who had been playing with my breasts, suddenly moved behind Jason and forcefully pressed down, Jason's big black dick...
His penis slid in all the way in an instant. My cries startled Jason, but Paul was pressing down on
me from behind, preventing him from withdrawing.

"Paul! Stop it, Lina's crying!" Jason shouted urgently.

"She cries every time I fuck her, the more she enjoys it, the harder she cries," Paul said.

"Are you sure?" Jason asked suspiciously.

"Of course! Little Candy, do you like being fucked by Jason's big black cock?" Paul asked me.

"Yes! I love it!!" I answered, sniffling.

At this moment, Paul released Jason, and his massive, black cock began to gently and slowly thrust in and out. Although it felt
great , it wasn't as good as before. Because when Paul's huge cock fucked me, his large glans could reach the
deepest part of my uterus, hitting the small uterine wall, while Jason's large, black cock, which was even longer than Paul's, rammed into the uterine wall and pushed in even further when it slid in all the way
. My cries were due to this terrifying feeling of intense pain mixed with
pleasure. But Jason's thrusts only reached my cervix before withdrawing, leaving me
wanting .

My muscular brother, as if sensing my desire, pushed Jason away and began to fuck
me harder, the brutal impact sending shivers through me, my piercing cries echoing in the room.

"Brother, see that? Little Candy loves my hard fucking!!" he
said defiantly to Jason beside him.

"Ugh...yes! I love being fucked hard by my brother...ah!..." I cried, agreeing with Paul.

Jason, initially surprised, was
overwhelmed . A dozen minutes later, Paul withdrew, letting Jason continue. The wildly
lustful black man, with his enormous cock, pounded into me, his thrusts no less ferocious than Paul's. I felt as if my tiny uterus was about to be
pierced by a thick, long, black penis. I cried and wailed helplessly, but the louder I cried,
the more brutally the black penis between the strong man's legs fucked me.

After several tens of minutes, Jason pulled out his huge penis. He sat on the edge of the bed and said to me, "Little Lina, come on! Suck
my big black penis again."

I obediently knelt between his legs, stroking his huge black penis like a puppy, and forcefully shoved his enormous
glans into my mouth. Jason enjoyed my service. His big black hands were stroking my
smooth back, which was facing upwards. He winked at Paul, and my strong brother rode me from behind, fucking me wildly again.

The two of them took turns enjoying my cherry-like mouth and tender little slit.

More than an hour later, they each ejaculated their first semen. If my parents hadn't been coming back soon, I think
even if they fucked me unconscious, the two strong men with huge penises still wouldn't have stopped.

After Jason got dressed and left, Paul and I washed up and then sat on the bed chatting. I asked
him to tell me more about Jason. To my surprise, although his sexual prowess was undeniable
, Jason wasn't as active in his sex life as I had imagined. Perhaps it was because he was too honest?

At 15, when Paul was already a seasoned veteran, Jason, his peer, was still a virgin. In the end, Paul had to ask
one of his young, promiscuous female friends to take Jason's virginity. But Jason was still very shy around girls. Apart from occasionally having
sex with a few infatuated girls from his school who had experienced the power of his large, black penis, he had no other
experience.

Four days later, my parents went on a long trip again and wouldn't be home until the following evening. So Paul invited Jason over again
, and the two brothers were ready to enjoy my tender body. As my brother instructed, I took
a fragrant
shower in the bathroom early in the morning , and even gave myself an enema to clean out the filth from my intestines. After that, I thoroughly washed my anus and vagina. Although enemas are often depicted in porn, my muscular brother doesn't like them.
In fact, after he conquered my anus, whenever he wanted to penetrate me from behind, he would make me go to the bathroom for
an enema , I would present my clean little anus to him.

I hadn't even had time to put on my clothes after my shower when my naked brother pulled me tightly into his arms and carried me
downstairs. On the sofa in the living room, I kept kissing the muscular man's hairy, strong chest muscles. Astride his muscular
thighs , I felt the burning heat emanating from his huge penis against my stomach. I propped myself up,
letting the large glans press against my vulva, and then sat down, causing my brother's terrifyingly huge penis to thrust into my
body . The intense pain and pleasure immediately caused me, an eight-year-old, to involuntarily sway back and forth,
uttering helpless cries and childish moans. Tears, whether from pleasure or pain,
streamed down my cheeks with each sway.

My brother, enjoying my enthusiastic service, smiled gleefully as he pinched my small nipples,
occasionally encircling my slender waist with his strong hands and violently rocking me up and down, making me moan and cry out until I was
almost breathless.

About twenty minutes later, Jason finally arrived.

"Wow! You guys are quick! You've already started before I even got here?" Jason said, stripping off all
his clothes .

"It's only just begun! Jason, come try Lina's cute little asshole!" Paul told him.

The burly black man seemed like a different person, devoid of his former honesty and shyness. He watched
me, violently rocking on top of my brother, with a wicked grin, like a black panther locking onto its prey. Paul suddenly stood up, and I had no choice but to
hook my legs around his muscular waist and wrap my arms around his neck like a koala clinging to a tree trunk, my weight entirely
on the massive rod deep inside me.

Paul, facing Jason, spread my pink buttocks, and Jason casually applied some dilator to my anus
before brutally invading it with his huge black cock. Even though my intestinal walls and sphincter muscles
contracted to their limit from the excruciating pain, the black weapon relentlessly plunged in. Although neither Paul nor Jason moved,
the pain and pleasure of having my vagina and anus ravaged simultaneously for the first time still made me cry out in pain.

My muscular brother licked my tears, then gave Jason a look behind me, and the two
burly men with enormous cocks instantly began to fuck me wildly with perfect coordination, sometimes thrusting in and out together, sometimes one in and one out.

I cried out and groaned pitifully; one of these muscular men could make my legs weak, and now two were attacking me from both
ends . My legs, which had been wrapped around my brother's waist, drooped due to the shaking, and my small body was supported by two...
The enormous penis thrust upwards forcefully, and my legs, unable to reach the ground, could only sway helplessly with each powerful thrust. Their
hands gripped my slender waist and armpits, using the force of their massive penises to slam upwards. As my body was slightly tossed up and then
fell , the two terrifyingly large penises thrust in again with tremendous force.

Caught between them, I was not only being fucked almost to the point of madness, but the feeling of being surrounded by these magnificent muscles excited me
even more . The hairy muscles in front of me and the dark muscles behind me
rubbed against my tender skin with each vigorous thrust. The muscular chest muscles that were clamping my head were almost suffocating me.

After nearly 50 minutes, my brother's hot semen filled my young womb. He left my
body and sat on the sofa to the side, watching the black man with the massive penis continue to unleash his lust.

Jason pressed my limp, powerless body face down on the floor, then, with a push-up,
continued to pound into my young anus. My little buttocks trembled from the relentless, violent thrusting.
The sounds of "slap! slap! slap!" drowned out my weak moans. Jason fucked me like this for almost 20 minutes before finally
ejaculating onto my pink buttocks.

Afterwards, they carried my limp body into the bathroom, where Paul taught
Jason . At eight years old, I received a hot shower of urine from two muscular men in the bathtub, and then I was hung from a beam in the living room,
where Paul taught Jason how to torture me.

All afternoon, they whipped me simultaneously, pinched my tiny nipples, made me ride a rocking horse, and then
fucked me again.

That night, my dinner was orange juice laced with Jason's semen and a hot dog with Paul's semen inside...

For the next two years, I was Paul and Jason's favorite sex slave. My developing little body
never tired of their play. I started taking birth control pills when I was 10 years old, even though I hadn't had my first period yet. Paul said that
there was a possibility of pregnancy in the six months before menstruation, so he made me take the pills just in case. At that time, my breasts had
already started to develop slightly. When they had sex with me, they would always grab my tender little breasts hard. Paul said that this
would help my breasts develop properly so that they could have a "milk cannon" later.

When I was nine and a half, I experienced my first orgasm. At that time, Paul and Jason were vigorously fucking my
vagina and anus from both ends. When that overwhelming wave of pleasure hit me, my trembling little body and ecstatic
moans made the two strong men who were riding me thrust wildly into my body. When two hot streams shot into
the depths , I experienced the taste of orgasm for the first time and I was so happy that I fainted...

Back to reality, I am now 12 years old, 145 centimeters tall, and have small
mounds on my chest. When I am fucked hard by two strong men, it doesn't hurt as much as when I was a child (actually, I'm not that old now).
On the contrary , as my body has gradually grown, the pleasure of sex has gradually replaced the intense pain. Although it still hurts when I'm brutally fucked by a big dick
, it's nothing like it was when I was a kid. To be honest, I actually miss
that feeling of intense pain and pleasure churning inside me.

Today, Mom and Dad went out, while I stayed home, setting out the rocking horse, whip, children's costume, serrated clip,
rope ... all these toys, preparing to throw a feast, a feast where I'm the main course, for two hunks to enjoy to their hearts ' content
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