The Ritual*

It was just a ritual. Something don I each family with the first daughter. No one knew when it began and no one knew how to end it. When I was born It was accepted as is. I found out I was what they called the first child. My mother was born 2nd so she did not totally understand but my aunt was. my mother knew though when I was to soon reach my 14th birthday she cried fr me yet I didn't know why. I knew some called it a sacrififce. I wasn't killed though. I wasn't murdered. I was just fucked. Akk year we prepared for the ceremony. It was just me and it didn't happen on my birthday. After. There wasn't just me . There were 11 other girls. 12. We all had turned 14 . We all were the frst daughters. We stood naked in the meadows hoding hands. We were then blindfolded. Strapped to the grassy ground. And soon we felt hands all, over us. Our legs, arms, breasts, and especially between our legs. Soon The mothers came and ate our pussies and shaved us. preparing fus for the men. Who was the first. A relaitive. We didn't know and no one told. Soon as all 12 of of lay on the ground strapped and tied. A male soon lied on top of us. Kissing us, feeling our breasts and soon entered our bodies. Taking our virgin cherry in one hard oludge with themselves. We all scermed at once and then started moaning and groaning in pleasure as the pain subsided. Through out the day we would be fucked by countless makles. Cocks shoved in her mouths and forced down our throats. Pussies would sit on face and we were commanded to eat them. By night fall. Our poor little pussies were very fucked. Full of countless mens cum. Our faces covered in pussies juice from countless womaen and dried cum all over our face, breasts and stomachs. We were left. In the morning we would be untied and herded to the river to bathe and come back as heros. Husbands picked and married. Another cycle. Another debt paid.