Ever since since prom, ive liked being fucked by unprotected dongs. Well, sure enough I got crabs. I got one so big on my c*** that you could have boiled it and seasoned it with some spice and had yourself a hell of a meal. I contracted those crabs from the prom king. He fucked me in the limo after he accepted his award. He told me he wanted to fill my slot with unprotected c***, that way he could give me his crabs. I thought he was goofing around, but he was dead serious and loving every minute of it. Within a week, crabs had infested my c***. Every inch of my fuckbucket was covered with those nasty little vermin entitled crabs. Sometimes they would bite my c*** and it would feel great, but most of the time it was horrible and made me feel inferior. I didnt know how to get rid of them and I didnt have health insurance so I lived with them for 10 years and 3 days. I tried sitting in tomato juice but I heard later that was used for getting rid of skunk stench. So I figured if you cant beat em, join em. I named every single crab that had moved onto the surface of my s*****. As far as I could feel, there was 20. Raymond, Lupe, Bobby, Ernest, Dixie, Lawrence, Shirley, Steve, Alejandro, and Neche. Eventually, after I had saved up some cash, I turned my attention to a doctor, who helped me kill the crabs. At the time I was happy to be free from their constant biting, but then became suicidal because I had killed my friends that had been by my side for 10 years. Even when I would go out for a weekend of unprotected f******, they wouldnt leave me. They believed in me. Not one of the peters that pulverized my p**** during my 10 years of crab infestation contracted them. They stuck by my p******* through thick and thin, and I feel deeply in love with them and they loved me. At night, I command them to bite my c******* while I plugged my urine hole with a home pregnancy test. They wouldnt stop biting until all the tartar sauce had evacuated my twitty t***. They were my lovers, and I destroyed their sweet hearts. Volley ball took away the depression of the crab killing, and that is the real reason that im forever grateful for the game. I was this close to bringing the curtain down. So you want to know what the word ‘crab’ means to me? It means love of a lifetime. I hope before I die that another crab carrying c*** will dose me up good with a good dosage of crabs, so I can know once again what it feels like.
- 5 years ago
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All you need to do is sprinkle some Old Bay in your panties like powder and they’ll come scuttling to you
This is so weird, yet so good.
You and the alligator throwing lady should link up
I wanna revive this