San Francisco: The Crackwhore Years. Chapter 5

San Francisco: The Crackwhore Years. Chapter 5 San Francisco: The Crackwhore Years. Chapter 5

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

twisted sexaul fun

Summary

twisted sexaul fun

Content

Submitted: October 22, 2012

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Content

Submitted: October 22, 2012

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The dust swirled around my ankles as I stared at Jerome. Something about him brought back memories that I didn't want to remember.

For instance, the time when I went to the zoo. I was seventeen at the time and was a spritely young fellow. I had many women on the go at any one time and my whole life was ahead of me. Anyway I was eating an ice cream that I had bought (for 50 cents mind you) and wa
s enjoying the view. Deborah was with me and we were happy. As we approached the lion enclosure I snuck a quick glance at Deborahs' rear end, unfortunately letting her see me do so in the process. She gave me a wink and told me the only way I was going to get some of her juicy love was if I went into the lion enclosure and took a sly picture with one of the large cats. Due to my youth and naivety I agreed to do so.

As soon as I jumped into the enclosure I knew I had made a terrible, terrible mistake. The lions turned to me. I looked back. They moved towards me. And then they pounced. Sheer terror took hold of me and tried to run but they were too fast. The lions pinned me down, and my fear was great enough for me to loosen the entry to my sacred hole and evacuate the contents in my briefs. Unfortunately this only intensified the lions sexual desired and I was subjected to the first of many animal encounters in my life. The lion bar caused severe damage and I was unable to walk for a month, and needless to say I did not get in with Deborah. That was a sad day, and to have Fingerblast unveil it in my mind was an insult to my manlihood!

Fighting to maintain a flaccid state of penis I lunged at Jerome and threw my fist at him as fast as I could. Quick as I was, however, he seemed to move with the agile speed of a shocked gazelle and swiftly struck me in the undercarriage, causing me to double over in anal pain once more. The deadly pain unleashed by the fissure caused me to lose sight, my last views being of Jeromes accomplices putting a bag over my head.

I woke up in a dark room that smelt slightly of salty water. Casting a quick glance around me I discovered that I was in some sort of warehouse. I stood up and for a moment I lost my vision once more but this time I managed to stay erect and awake. Stumbling over to the wall I fumbled around for a light switch. After running my hands over what felt like various sizes of rubber instruments I finally found the switch and turned it on. I was blinded by light and what I finally saw shocked me.

 


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