The Stripper

Writing these is easy peasyWith just a squirt of lemon squeezy.*Another bit of doggerel verseWith the occasional word perverse.**Now what shall be our theme today?Something jolie and light, something gay.*Now I love a man in a uniformSince his visit to our all girl dorm.**Offered up as entertainment.*Paid for, purchased, bought and sent.*Come to solicit the gang of four,*That's Julie and Millie (the class whore),**Dogging Diana, and then there's me,*Far more innocent than the other three.*Well barely was he through the doorThan they had pinned him on the floor.**His strip he never got to start,*Pounced upon by needy tart,His etlik escort oiled muscles barely flexed,*A muscular morsel for the undersexed.**Horizontal the bump and grind;The needy cunts were extra kind.*Quite considerate in their careTo ensure his paid for flesh was bare.**His screaming mouth they soon did stuff,*But no one dies from eating muff.*Yet as Millie picked up the paceHe really got quite red of face.**When all you have is cunt to eatNot for long is it a treat.*Splashing down her juices thick,*Another one squeezing at his dick.**A grinding clit against his nose;Not what he expected, keçiören escort I suppose.*Tongue laps through that sopping snatch.*Diana declares him her love match.**Bouncing on his upright cock,*Well concealed within her Dock.*Julie she did suck his balls,*Ignoring his most desperate calls.**Like she did behind the bike shed,*The very first time she gave head.*Something, somehow went in his arse;I know, I watched him twitch and gasp.**Stuck to the floor with Millie's glue;There wasn't much that he could do;Buried deep between her thighs,*Anal play an unexpected surprise.**But Julie is kızılay escort such a dirty bitch,*Quite determined to make him twitch.*Diana's arse still slapping down,*Her pleasure soon about to crown.**Balls suckled hard in Julie's mouth;You had to feel for the poor lout.*That you'll note is a near rhyme,*You have to use them from time to time.**The poor lad now so nearly spent,*The trio's demands still insistent.*A gathering of feasting Harpies,*Middle age, wanting wanton Barbies.**As I watched on from atop my perch,*Sipping at my Royal Kirsch.*Eventually I did raise my voice,*They'd really left me little choice.**Slithering atop him on hands and knees"Could someone pass the pizza, please?"*You had to feel for the poor lad,*It really made me a trifle sad.**An unfortunate incident for me to see,*Yet another mistaken identity.*The stripper, well we'll get to himBut first let's sup another gin.*********