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Date: December 8th, 2021 5:52 PM Author: misanthropic market nibblets (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4981571&forum_id=2#43580072) |
Date: December 8th, 2021 5:52 PM Author: wonderful round eye twinkling uncleanness (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4981571&forum_id=2#43580074) |
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Date: September 29th, 2022 4:27 PM Author: french bateful temple skinny woman (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4981571&forum_id=2#45252176) |
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Date: September 29th, 2022 4:58 PM Author: emerald bearded pistol I remember the first time I let him in my ass, I never threw, I always caught, and I loved it that way. The horrible pounding pain of having a hard pole enter my ass, the tearing of flesh, the screaming and yelling. The pain turned me on but what turned me on most was the blood - and don't get me started on the blood and cum that leaked out when we were done. I was about 7 when I first started having secret time with my dad, and 8 when we started doing anal. At first it was soft and light, but I wanted more, MORE. I remember screaming that at him at 9, I wanted the pain, even at a young age I wanted to be filled and torn, beaten and made into a bitch. That's when the sex turned violent. Every day after school and before my mom got home from work, my dad would turn my ass into his personal hole, he did anything he wanted to it. He tore it, cut at it, and when the blood would finally flow he would fuck it. I say it because I was just an object at that point, and I loved it. I loved every painful thrust, every sharp scream that would escape my mouth when he would tear away a scab from yesterday. Then when he finally came and filled me with his hot cream, the resulting mixture that would flow out, he would make me drink while he beat off. The mixture of blood and cum tasted so bad, but I would edge on the fact that I was drinking it, I was such a little cum slut, a bitch, an object, less than an object. I was about 12 when I finally wanted it to stop, but it was too late, he didn't let me leave. I started begging him to stop when he went in, the pain went from hot to cold, and the sex went from erotic violent to just plain normal violent, then to ultra violent. i remember begging for mom to come home early one day and to catch him. It wasn't sex any more, it was rape. I couldn't even stomach the blood cum mixture, my ass was entirely scar tissue at this point and the pain was unbearable. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to leave. I planned to run away when I was 13, and finally went through with it at 14. I was halfway through the house when my father caught me. He was naked. Dick out, hard and all. He was smiling at me. I knew it was cumming but I wasn't ready, No. I was ready. I ran to the kitchen and he followed. I don't even think he cared if he got caught by mom, he just wanted to release deep inside me. I got to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He didn't see me grab it, which was perfect. I turned around and stabbed him. 55 Times. and when I saw him on the floor surrounded by blood and with all those holes my dick was diamond. I fucked every single hole, slowly and then quickly. By the time I was on the last hole dust was coming out of my dick, but I kept at it. When I finished with the last knife hole I stared at the body. There was a mixture of cum and blood on the ground, and it was beautiful. I knew exactly what to do, but i had one last hole left. I flipped him over and stared at his bare hairy ass. I pounded it. I tore every single inch of skin and flesh inside of it. He was an it now. it was an it. I actually managed to spurt a droplet of cum inside, and now that I was done, I was ready to get even. I grabbed a cup and started putting the blood and cum mixture in it. I then grabbed a funnel and turned my dad over on his back. I forced the funnel down his throat and poured the mixture in. It went down. It actually went down. And that's when i realized he was still awake. He opened his eyes and winked on at me. Then the mixture stopped going down. He was dead. but when I fucked him he was alive. He wanted this. And now I have won. I am a bug chaser now, still looking for a generous carrier to fill my ass with his death seed. And I hope you aren't a hater babe.
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