Growing up my mother wanted me to worship Satan and all of his dark glory. She wanted me to stay pure until my first blood. I had other plans. I hid my first blood from her.
After it was done, I laid down with her man. He was big, strong and had a log of a cock. At the ripe age I was I hadn’t seen anything so big. It was throbbing, and the head of his cock was dripping his sweet baby batter.
That first taste of cock changed me for the rest of my days. If I could I would have swallowed that big throbbing cock. I choked on it, I slobbered all over it.
My saliva slowly running down the shaft, into his big bushy pubic hair and down over his full balls. My tongue went around and around the head of his cock.
Then all of the sudden He grabbed the back of my head pushing his cock half way down my throat and he held it there. He was suffocating me with his cock.
As my sight was getting blurry, vomit was flowing out of my mouth and nose, I could not breath. I could see my soul moving from my body as he was violently fucking my throat so deep and hard. I watched myself outside of my body.
I watched as my hands found his balls, I was becoming weaker and weaker but my fingers wrapped around those big hairy balls and I found the strength to pull on them. It was not a soft yank, I pulled down so hard on them I almost ripped his balls off.
He pushed me back and started to scream from the pain. I laid there, gathering my breath.. Laughing at him. Laughing at how powerful he felt and then in a few seconds he was powerless and worthless crying out in pain.
He did not like me laughing at him. He tried to get up to hit me. but every time he moved.. his balls ripped more and more. Men are for nothing more than fucking.
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