FELLATIAL

(FELLATIAL)
THE SOUND…
I love it when you look at me…
I mean I really love it when you on knees look up at me as you swallow as much of me as you can.
Spit on it and make it wet.
Make me feel it in the base of my John Henry… The handle of my hammer.
It boiling in my guts and threatening to erupt with volcanic force.
My toes curled as you work those pretty lips back and forth… Pause… Look at it… Spit and commence to swallow he again.
My hands on the back of your head.
I looking down into your upturned eyes.
You looking at me.
Such a tender moment as I moan… My cum straining to be released… Wanting to bust… Wanting to… Wanting…
I grab the back of your head as it all comes forth.
I calling you baby…
Baby make it nut.
You looking at me as I lose control and Skeet… Skeet… skeeeeeettttt.
Damn…  you fucks me up.
When you look up.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(REVELATIONS AND RELATIONS)

(REVELATIONS AND RELATIONS)
THE SOUND... IT IS ESSENTIAL TO THIS TALE. TAKE HEED...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaBFgDbdlVw&feature=youtube_gdata_player
And the beat dropped with precision.
Syntax so strong that the buildings shook and the sheep looked from office windows, stood in dumbfounded confusion in the streets.
The herald opened his mouth and began to recite.
“You denizens of earth I bring these subsonics to you.”
His voice was the sound of a million trumpets.
It cracked the seal.
He a child born of the darkness where all knowledge springs from.
A piercing eruption of the brightest light.
Governments sent agents of destruction and mayhem yet the herald stood strong.
He opened his mouth and the common man became armies armed with the weapon truth.
They fighting for right.
The sons of suns born of the prototype having remembered their places... They standing in changing times.
The queens sensing the need rose from teflon dreams and chemical relaxation and grew notty... Strong to the core.
The herald told of the four horsemen and cursed the whore standing in the harbor.
Crown upon her head... Torch in her hand.
He stood at church doors and crushed flawed rhetoric.
His voice tearing through structure.
He pointed at them the clergy cringing in fear.
They having been proclaimed the beast of ten horns standing behind a false system.
Extolling wrong in the name of capitalism.
The beat having been dropped with precision the herald raises his arms and departs.
The seal shatters into fragments.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

GENERATIONAL

(GENERATIONAL) A PIC WRITE SUGGESTED BY ALICIA PRICE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE…

We exist in the future of our ancestors past as our children will exist in ours.
We are the makers of that future as ours was made for us.
Ropes, chains and nooses as the freedom fighters hung from oak trees swinging in the breeze.
As our grandmothers child lie battered and bruised in the streets.
As we classed animal were bought and sold.
Our people fighting to be… To be.
Free.
And we arrive in the present integrated and infamous.
Known for our jigaboo and our coonery.
Running around trying to justify our right to use the word nigger. I.e… Niggas.
Trying to claim it as our own as our children lie battered and bruised on city streets.
Submerged in thug mentalities and Blondie dreams.
We who would have been free have been assimilated as food that feeds the beast.
Swallowed whole in courtrooms and worked for free in state funded penitentiary’s.
Pimped and whored on minimum wage jobs.
If that ain’t slavery… But then again I digress.
A child born today will one day look back from a future where we are past.
I wonder.
What will he or she see?
Strength or foolishness.
Will he or she be free in our future to be?
Seen?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

SPRANKLE

(SPRANKLE) INSPIRED BY THIS PHOTO OF NIKI AMOR
THE MUSIC FOR DIS ONE… CUM PON...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgXhscKtq10&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Woman I see all dat booty and I just want to sprankle it.
Little creamy drops glistening on your supple skin.
I want to…
I want to let the savage ravage of the beast descend.
Got my mind caught in a whirlwind as I spin… As I spin.
Dizzy from the bump of your trunk… A thumpity thump.
I want to sprankle dat ass and watch the drops run down your cheeks.
Dribble like white tears across your pouted pussy lips and fall to the sheets.
Dat ass, dat ass.
Me waan flip you over and spank dat phat monkey…
Make her screech in high pitched tones.
Get this pussssyyyyy Big Dadddddyyyy!
Stand up and kiss she.
Me Beast.
She punani.
I so captured by all dat big, bountiful, beautiful ass.
I waan sprankle pon she.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Hard Times

(HARD TIMES) A SEXCAPADE
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://m.youtube.com/watch?list=PL24cV6IIynraS1Pekb_J3843Aj-Dh9Gea&v=IFwiRu_hCU8&feature=plpp

It was a Friday and I was at "Hard Times" a club on Alabama Street.
I was at my table... You know the one in the corner.
Always got to sit with your back to the wall and your eyes on the door when you roll like I do.
I rolled a blunt...
Sensimilla... cause that's how we do it.
Me and my crew.
I saw her when she came in by herself.
She was so fine I remember thinking Oh she's here to meet someone and I dismissed her.
That's what you do when you roll like I do.
Money no object and that goes double for a woman.
I lit my blunt and leaned back in the chair as people walked by and gave me dap, bought me drinks which I didn't touch.
Some of these motherfuckers weren't friends and I don't trust motherfuckers anyway.
Bitches will drop some shit in ya drank.
The lights on the dancefloor painted patterns on the floor and the walls as the music thumped.
Clairmont the owner came over and dropped a stack of hundreds on the table and he took the seat next to mine and leaned over and said "I appreciate what you did Idren" Clairmont was a Jamaican and I did dirty work for him.
Mainly enforcement but other things as well...
I was the weedman round this way but I had my hands in other pots as well.
His fine ass wife came over and kissed him on the cheek and squeezed my hand.
Clairmont didn't see that, and she sat by him.
My crew was over at the pool tables and my boy Chris was cleaning everybody out.
He had started playing when we were kids and that motherfucker could shoot like Minnesota Fats.
Trick shots and all.
I passed the blunt to Clairmont and he pulled on it as we made small talk.
The music slowed down and Clairmont told his wife to get to the bar and help and she rose and started to leave the table.
Clairmont told her to get a move on and slapped her on her ass and it jiggled under the thin fabric of her dress.
She turned and leaned down and kissed and hugged him and winked at me over his shoulder.
She had been trying to give me the pussy but I knew that was trouble.
I would have to kill Clairmont and I didn't want to have to do that.
His supply was to strong.
He leaned in and told me what he needed, asked me if I could handle it.
I looked at him like he was crazy and he laughed at that.
I know you got me Chaingang.
That's my nickname, and people always assumed it was because I had been to prison.
I never had but I never corrected em.
It added to my image.
He got up and walked to his office and I leaned back.
I was by myself tonight and since I didn't dance I watched the booty bounce on the floor as I nursed my drink.
I saw her walking towards my table and she asked me if I had a cigarette.
I said yes and gave her one.
She asked if she could sit down and I said yes.
She asked me my name and I said Chaingang.
She said "What kind of name is that and I told her how I had gotten the name.
By punching someone in the mouth with a choke chain wrapped around my fist.
She looked at me and said "Do you still do that?"
I said "Only when I don't have my gun."
She looked at me and said "You're serious aren't you?"
I said "Serious as a heart attack in church."
She said "I have seen you before, you are young but you seem so confident.
You walk with purpose."
I really looked at her then.
She was about 35 with short hair and a grown woman's ass.
But there was something else about here.
The music bumped and I asked her what she was drinking.
She said gin and juice and I ordered her one.
Clairmont's wife brought it to the table and made small talk.
Checking the competition out.
She left and the woman told me her name.
It was Susan but everybody called her Sue.
She worked for the state... The division of something or other.
She asked me what I did and I said "I make things happen."
She looked at me and said "What does that mean?"
I laughed "Do you really want to know the details?"
"No."
I said good and asked her why was she there by herself.
She looked at me and said "Cause I wanted to meet you."
That kinda hit me hard.
"Why."
"Cause I do. Now let's drink and talk."
An hour later we were looking into each others eyes and I knew it was bout to go down.
She excused herself and went to the bathroom and I paid my tab.
Clairmont's son gave me dap and was all in my business " Fuck that shit up sun."
He was raised in New York.
Sue came out and he watched her ass as she walked to the door of the club and waited.
I dapped him up again and walked to where she was.
Her car was parked in the back of the club in a dark spot and it was a big body Impala.
We got in and she leaned over the seat and kissed me and all hell broke loose.
I slid my hand under her dress and pulled her panties to the side.
She moaned and I slid two fingers in.
She was unclamping my Dickies and when my dick came out she looked at it and tryed to wrap her hand around it.
She couldn't.
I kissed her nipples and she cried out.
She pushed me back and kissed the head of my dick and sucked it in.
She tried to swallow it all but couldn't.
I pushed her back and held her feet as I slid my dick in.
She scratched my chest and screamed as I fucked her.
"Get this pussy!"
I obliged her.
All of a sudden she started chanting "Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!
She scrambled from under me and said look as she rubbed her clit furiously.
When she came it was a flood and it splashed her and me.
That shit turned me on so much I grabbed her and fucked her rough.
I turned her over and fucked her from behind and as she came again I shot off in het pussy we collapsed and she said "My husband can't fuck me like that."
I saw a shadow on the window as someone moved away and raised my head as I wiped the window.
It was Clairmont's wife.
I looked at Sue.
We was gonna have to work this out cause this was good pussy.
When I looked in her eyes I knew she felt the same.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

SNAPPING PUSSY

(HONEYSUCKLE) SNAPPING PUSSY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIDE… SO DETRIMENTAL...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PoIl2R-noc&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I kiss her flower and she sighs.
Her petals so soft enthrall me and I manipulate them with my tongue.
She lying on a blanket naked in the cool air.
Nipples like large grapes from the feeding of babes she no stranger to a man’s attention.
Yet I am not ordinary man.
I smell what she likes in her particular scent.
My beast reveals her flavor… The way she likes it licked.
He stands poised like lion, like bear, like gorilla…
Your juice, his drink.
You flow across his tongue.
He I strain to contain for were I to release him fully she would be a dick whipped fool… Following me blindly around.
The beast smiles at that thought as she falls to her knees and kisses the head, spits, sucks as much as she can.
He looks into her eyes as she slurps loudly.
He feels confused… For a second there he felt… Love?
He pushes her back and looks into her orbs of brown and they seem to fall away into the deepness of where he exists.
She kisses the beast (me) and he mounts her hard and drives into her womb.
Her eyes widen… The beast likes that.
Her pussy tightens around his dick…
Let’s go…
Tightens again.
He roars his pleasure… Damn she feels so good.
She screams and squirts and covers him in her cum.
She is of the snapping pussy clan.
He is lost.
I feel my nut surging through the tubes.
Life bearing seeds.
I press her legs back and splatter the back wall of her womb.
The beast says… “Marry me.”
I tried to hold him back.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY