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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

SEX ON A GREYHOUND. {70 MILES AN HOUR} X RATED DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18! BY JERALD MURPHY

AROUND MY WAY WHEN A WOMAN IS BUILT A CERTAIN WAY WE SAY SHE IS BUILT LIKE A STALLION. NOW I KNOW THAT SOUNDS CRAZY CAUSE A STALLION IS A MALE HORSE BUT I GUESS WE ARE REFERRING TO THE LINES THAT SHE DISPLAYS. AND SOME WOMEN ARE SO DAMN FINE THAT THREE DAYS AFTER YOU AND YOUR BOYS SEE HER IF YOU SAY 'REMEMBER THAT WOMAN' THEY ALL DO. 


As soon as I get on the Greyhound I spot her... Two seats from the back. my territory. I make my way to the back of the bus and place my backpack into the overhead compartment. She glances at me and her eyes say my name. I sit down and throw some D.J.Ozone on my mp3, roots reggae mix shit. After we have been riding for about 20 minutes I lean forward and touch her on her shoulder, She looks around and I ask her where sheis headed. She tells me that she is going to Miami, her voice is like honey on a biscuit. Sweet and strong. The miles fall victim to the turning tires of the bus. The drone of the engine. I say that I am on my way to Orlando. The bus continues to ride and we talk until it stops in Lake City. I see her stand and my eyes betray me, she sees the beast and smiles at him, she plays with fire and seems to delight in it. Her body is so proportinate that she actually looks like she glides as she walks. As we say around my way "GODDAMN A RETICULATED PYTHON! The beast moves in with such force and yet so gingerly. Ah to suck those tits , to caress those thighs, the beast is a student of the bards. We reboard the bus, and the beast is in full blaze as he sings his song. The lines that he elicits as the bus rocks like a boat on a calm sea, soothingly. Her shorts are so short that they almost show her ass, yet they remain in good taste. Her pussy presses against the seam and it is so phat. Ah to drink of its juices, yet I digress. I have told her that I write and she asks to hear a poem. I speak in the darkness and I reach into my bag and pull out my pad. She remarks on how good it looks as I open the pages and find a suitable poem for this moment. She does not know it but she is my prey, the spider to my fly. A feast for my eyes as she sits with the blanket across her legs and closes her eyes to hear my words. When I am finished she opens her eyes and I see her beast peek out. She tells me that even though I have not mentioned sex her pussy is wet. She takes my hand and places it beneath the blanket on her pussy, damn, it is so soft, so wet. She unbuttons her shorts and slides them down under the blanket. I slide my shorts down for I wear no underwear at all. She reaches over and places her hand on my dick and her eyes open so wide that I see the whites glowing in the darkness. She sits on my lap and places my dick between her pussy lips and slids down onto it. We ride on the motion of the bus and the motion of our sex. I bite her neck and she bites mine, my hunger is so great. Her juices flow over my dick and onto my balls. She calls me daddy and a few other names as I grab her ass and try to jam my dick into her brain, to cause her heart to leap. She begs me not to stop as I cum into her pussy. We sit like this until my dick falls out of her pussy. She climbs off of my lap and goes into the bathroom and the driver announces that we are in Orlando. I get off the bus and We talk until my ride comes. I wave and she boards the bus. A stallion on a bus bound for Miami...A fine ass beast. 

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