You wrapped the tape around them tightly, flattening them out and making it so that all the blood would go to my nipples. Once you had finished you pu...led out a crop and popped me right on the nipple as hard as you could. I screamed at the top of my lungs on impact. Not wanting to hear my vile screams you go into your bag and bring out a ball gag. Placing it around my head and into my mouth you told me to bite down. After cropping my nipples a few more times you moved back to my cunt. You took. Mom was loving it big time. "Oh, you big cocked bastard," she whined as she arched her back against me, "God, I love it up my tight little asshole. Oh fuck. OH FUCK, BABY!!" Another climax as she scrabbled around on the bed in front of me, "Fuck it right up me, Henry. Right up my cornhole. As deep as you can, sweetie. Oh my God, That's it. Oh my. Yes, yes, YES. RIGHT THERE. Oh shit, coming again. Keeping fucking my ass, Henry. And here I come AGAIN!!"Whoa. Shit. If I wasn't careful, we were. 1.) Fucking, to Fuck, or be Fucked (My introduction to two human cocks)I love the work "Fuck", described as an intensifier, it gives meaning to intercourse, it means a man has his cock inside you and using you for the sole purpose to cum, and all you can do in return, is fuck back and try to get something for yourself, even if it means having an unwanted baby by a man you just met.If it were not for fucking, then my discussion about cocks, would be pointless.I was twelve or eleven when I first. Like an ice-age man, discovered in a glacier or the body of a desert explorer. I don’t know why this should have happened in a temperate climate. I looked him over. I judged that he was a wiry man in life, in death his tanned skin curved around every bone. This distorted some of the tattoos that covered his body. Not pictures and names, these tattoos were symbols and sigils. He must have been in his early fifties, his greying hair was once strawberry blond and was worn long, as was his beard..