jondo21
05-11-2009, 11:10 PM
Joe knew he was in trouble when he lost sight of the lights
His face was sealed by silk, and flesh, he smelt a girls 'delights'
It had a kind of musky smell which at first he thought was 'odd'
and running right on through it, not prawn, or shrimp but 'cod'
The sound was dimmed as ears were clamped by firm but fulsome thighs
'What's going on!" thought little shit as he then tried to rise.
His face just pressed much further in the musky place, imprisoned.
She lifted off to give him air, the nightclub nights seemed prismed.
A pill went in, then down again, this time knickers departed.
moist pussy lips along a slit that Joes nose had now parted
Those lips so moist were soaking Joe, from hair to chin now slimed
She slid from front to back, and to the music, it was timed.
Joe's weener, never kissed or fucked, turned into saveloy
The girls knew it could cum all night, still be a useful toy.
He felt hands on his trousers, then his cock got really sucked.
And it was at that moment, that Joe knew he was fucked.
The rhythm of the facesitter was slowing, now it stopped.
Joe started then to panic as his airway, it was blocked
He tried to shout, open his mouth a vacuum was created
that tore Joes' tongue deep into cunt, the pratt was devastated.
Warm muscely flesh clamped to his tongue, pulling it further in.
At this point Joe knew he was committing the most cardinal sin
She lifted, Joe sucked air, like a man reprieved from death
So scared he didn't know if it would be his final breath.
Movement again, the music changed from 80s slow, to trance.
The fast hypnotic beat just made the girls all want to dance.
two knees against each side of hips, then his cockhead grazed some hair.
His cock against flesh, smooth, wet and warm, where he would never dare.
Then velvet tightness pulled right down and Joe was deep inside
And to the crazy rhythm, there was so much slip and glide
Joe felt his cum exploding to the rhythm that was funky
But he didn't know that later, he'd eat pussy that was spunky.
There were no breaks between 'songs', the music just kept going.
Joe's face and cock were being raped, there was no sign of slowing.
Then his face was being humped without a thought for air, or beat
While another horny lady went just crazy on his meat.
Although he didn't know it, and not every lady has em
What the ladies were now having were multiple orgasms
Joe knew the rhythm slowed and the juices on his face
lubricated moving pussy, but made him look a disgrace.
......
To be continued
His face was sealed by silk, and flesh, he smelt a girls 'delights'
It had a kind of musky smell which at first he thought was 'odd'
and running right on through it, not prawn, or shrimp but 'cod'
The sound was dimmed as ears were clamped by firm but fulsome thighs
'What's going on!" thought little shit as he then tried to rise.
His face just pressed much further in the musky place, imprisoned.
She lifted off to give him air, the nightclub nights seemed prismed.
A pill went in, then down again, this time knickers departed.
moist pussy lips along a slit that Joes nose had now parted
Those lips so moist were soaking Joe, from hair to chin now slimed
She slid from front to back, and to the music, it was timed.
Joe's weener, never kissed or fucked, turned into saveloy
The girls knew it could cum all night, still be a useful toy.
He felt hands on his trousers, then his cock got really sucked.
And it was at that moment, that Joe knew he was fucked.
The rhythm of the facesitter was slowing, now it stopped.
Joe started then to panic as his airway, it was blocked
He tried to shout, open his mouth a vacuum was created
that tore Joes' tongue deep into cunt, the pratt was devastated.
Warm muscely flesh clamped to his tongue, pulling it further in.
At this point Joe knew he was committing the most cardinal sin
She lifted, Joe sucked air, like a man reprieved from death
So scared he didn't know if it would be his final breath.
Movement again, the music changed from 80s slow, to trance.
The fast hypnotic beat just made the girls all want to dance.
two knees against each side of hips, then his cockhead grazed some hair.
His cock against flesh, smooth, wet and warm, where he would never dare.
Then velvet tightness pulled right down and Joe was deep inside
And to the crazy rhythm, there was so much slip and glide
Joe felt his cum exploding to the rhythm that was funky
But he didn't know that later, he'd eat pussy that was spunky.
There were no breaks between 'songs', the music just kept going.
Joe's face and cock were being raped, there was no sign of slowing.
Then his face was being humped without a thought for air, or beat
While another horny lady went just crazy on his meat.
Although he didn't know it, and not every lady has em
What the ladies were now having were multiple orgasms
Joe knew the rhythm slowed and the juices on his face
lubricated moving pussy, but made him look a disgrace.
......
To be continued