Gray Ghost - Sex Stories

Gray Ghost

It was as if in slow animation as my cock coiled around the palm of my hand. Like a serpent it wound its way between my fingers. I could have sworn I heard a hiss and then fangs opening wide as I then caressed my gallant asp. Me thinking, gin was sour and playing tricks on me. Many called me eccentric with knots on my head, that had been read by old women of Saskatoon. They seeking only my gold and favors of the prowess between my thighs. I was deemed mad as a three-legged wasp, yet I sport two swinging cocks. Often with a few drops of olive oil, I would sprinkled on my new boned circumcision. Keeping the pre-cum from spoiling as I awaited a new fix of the cunt's audacity as the wiled-away with lying eyes. Only seeking my two penis feat. I was on a train, somewhere near Saskatoon, as the Gray Ghost sped along the tracks. The echoing of the large engine as the train entered the long black tunnel. Spilling my dry vermouth and gin (with two olives) the table of the diner became the fucking sanctum. One would have thought her screams were sacrificial tones but they were moans of lust and encouragement. I had her pinned ...

... beneath me on the table. Her arms about my neck and her thighs squeezing my rocking torso. Her cunt like a pair of pliers, grasping my pounding cocks as I impaled her. My cocks, drilling of their thirst. She spread her silken moisture thread about me, as if I was snared for her leftover feast, All the while the diner car rocking, as the lonesome whistle on the engine blew. It wasn't my mind that had failed me. It was to much gin and vermouth... at least I hope so. We were both features at The Freak Show, where I got off on fucking with both cocks. One in the ass and one in the cunt. All for a nickel in 1870. With each lurch and rock of the car she screamed hallelujah, as if she was in a show of revival. Pulling and stretching her nipples with her teeth as her thighs choke my torso. Setting my 'go' on full stamina I belched out, "you fucking whore." Her cunt sneezing her chastising juice as the Gray Ghost sped. In slow motion her cunt blew, like a blown- out tire, her fire went out and two cocks went flat. Along the side of the diner-car, patrons set, awaiting to get tickets punched for the Waldorf salad and two cock entrée.