My ex boyfriend  raped me.we went in the woods after a couple of weeks I didn't let her have sex with me cause I was not in the mood.
He suddent grabbed me we fell on the ground  I punched him in the testicles and felt that he had it hard; we were alone in a woods without a phone.
Then, after the first punches, he started screaming a little, then still with his penis erect, another twenty punches, but he wouldn't let go. In the struggle, I took off his pants and he tore my clothes; he had his penis erect and penetrated me. I let him do it, meanwhile mimicking a caress on his nipples (why were they hard?). I searched for a testicle with my fingers, squeezed it with all the strength I had, but he thrust the penetration deeper. Then with the other hand I reached and grabbed the other testicle, and squeezed both. He was saying "castrate me, castrate me, ooohh ohh". I yelled at him to pull out. I felt that he had testicles as big as eggs, but also very hard (why were they so hard?). After that, he mumbled something really strange, like "I'll get you pregnant if you don't castrate me, I'll get you pregnant". So I squeezed as hard as I could; my fingers hurt from how hard and big his testicles were. He started moaning saying "castrate me, castrate me, please castrate me, castrate me!" (why was he begging me for it? What sense did it make?). Then we heard a noise like "plock!", a dull pop. The fingers of my right hand suddenly weren't squeezing anything: the right one had burst. He screamed like a pig: "uiiiiihhkk!". And I felt his big penis pulsing fast and strong; I immediately felt filled in my vagina with many powerful jets. My ampulla was full inside and swollen. Was he coming or was his former burst testicle coming out in jets from the urethra, along with the sperm? He pulled out with his penis, immediately masturbated. I didn't let go of the left one, I kept squeezing. He told me: "I'll make everything that's left of me as a man come out on your face or in your mouth". He penetrated my mouth, I could barely breathe. The testicle slipped from me, the scrotum was expanding a lot (why?). As it was coming out between my lips, I sucked the remaining testicle into my mouth. In an instant I looked at him: he had his mouth wide open, making a continuous sound "oooohh". I smiled at him and squeezed his testicle with my molars, holding it still with my tongue and the inside of my cheek. The testicle gave way immediately and the skin of the scrotum tore. I found my mouth filled with a gelatinous substance, sweet, a bit salty, not bad, it was good. I swallowed quite a bit because I was choking and meanwhile from his penis that was on my face, a huge amount of white sperm mixed with pink sperm was coming out in jets on my face, in my hair down to my back, on my neck and chest. We stayed like that, still for 5 minutes, him screaming "ooooohh ooohh" while staring at me everywhere. I masturbated: I was full of seed and pulp from his testicles inside my belly and outside on my skin, blinded in one eye by his semen. I could smell it, it was dripping all over me. Just as I was about to come, I grabbed his head, forced it down hard and squirted like crazy on his mouth open in pain, a squirt that never ended, the strongest and longest orgasm of my life. He also had to swallow a mouthful full of transparent liquid squirted from my pussy. He was also covered in squirt in his eyes, on his face, on his hairy chest. We collapsed on the ground, with his torn scrotum bleeding. I tied the cords of his destroyed testicles with a knot, they were very long, then with my front teeth I cut the cords after the knot, first chewing his still intact epididymides between the torn walls of his testicles: they were juicy, delicious, very sweet, I'll never forget it. We kissed and I poured half of that delight into his mouth; he swallowed and showed me his tongue like a good cumslut, me too. We went home, me pregnant, with my belly full of his masculinity turned into nourishment, also spread in now dry pink and white beautiful streaks on the skin of my body and in my hair, on my face. I was proud and full inside and out of his essence as a man that he had given me. He went home like a great castrated bull, with a useless penis that I would later tear off with a bite and eat, delicious. For the rest of his days with me: I raped him one or two times a day, penetrated with a thousand different strap-on dildos, even with electric shocks.