Brooklyn Gang Bang

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case28
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Brooklyn Gang Bang & the Fountain Bowl


There's a long line of dick-all-sorts in the room.
She'll fuck'em all,
Because she's color blind when it comes to cock.
The girl's a supercharged fuel injected sex machine,
Made in Brooklyn, she's one of a kind,
The patent design locked away in her head.

They're all cocked and loaded
When Brooklyn opens her mouth,
"Before we get started, let's get a few things sorted out.
I'm not your fucking girlfriend,
I'm not your whack job therapist,
I'm not here to paint you a pretty picture.
If you're here, you're here to fuck me, not to love me.
You wanna know me better?
All you need to know is I can fuck you better.
Don't ask me if you can stick your dick inside me?
That's something your daddy asks your momma.
I'm a hooker; you got to pay to stick it in me.
So if you wanna fuck, show me the color in your wallet
Or I hope your momma taught you how to spell L E A V E.
So bottoms up boys, let's chug down the rest of our beer,
It's time to get Brooklyn fucked and messy."

"Spit on my tits Tyrone, don't be chicken shit,
Take that body shot and wet my clit with a white foam bomb.
Come here Dizzy it's time to meet my sopping wet pussy.
Dizzy-meet-pussy, pussy-meet-Dizzy,
Now knock yourselves out.
Don't hide Leroy, come back Roland,
What are you dicks waiting for?"

Bad bitch Brooklyn takes their two cocks in her mouth at once.
And devours them like she's whipping up a choc vanilla thick shake.

"Do you boys want to know what I had for breakfast?
If you really want to know, why didn't you just ask?
Instead your cocks are splish-splashing in a Corona bath.
Wipe the tears from my cheek with your Copperhead,
So I can taste my salt laced with your salt,
As I squeeze my tears and your pre-cum
From the eye of the slippery serpent."
Don't weep Brooklyn, when they fuck your mouth so deep.

"My mouth's hungry, but my pussy's in despair
Suck my titties Honky, while I ride Dizzy's long leather jacket.
Slam my pussy baby, while Leroy and Roland ram my throat.
Deeper and harder till I moan and clench,
Stronger and longer until I gag reflex...
But don't be greedy I need respite.
And don't stop fucking Dizzy if you see me cry,
Just smack my ass firmly, erratically, sporadically,
Again and again and again.
With cocks drawn and ready to shoot my mouth will follow,
Fuck me, smack me, squeeze my tits and thrust my holes,
Dizzy bows out in a frenzied final fuck....
He aims, he fires, they switch and the rest do follow."

"A normal person looks at a bowl in a homeware store and
Asks themself if they can fill it with flowers or fruit?
When I see a beautiful bowl in a store
I'm contemplating its shape and calculating the volume.
Can I squat over that bowl, squirt in it and drink my flow from it?"

They leave the room, stunned, bewildered and amused.
Brooklyn lies exhausted on her bed smeared in body fluids,
Their spunk, her pussy juice, saliva and spew.
The room is now empty, silent and stained.
Brooklyn's body is an empty room, with a window and door.
The dicks, the money and the voices just come and go.

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case28case28almost 11 years agoAuthor
Cumshot?

I didn't write the cumshot into the poem because I thought that would be too predictable. I like to give the reader something unexpected. However, I'm keen to explore Brooklyn some more, so if somebody else is keen for a sequel to Brooklyn Gang Bang and throws down the gauntlet, I will accept the challenge. You can even suggest a title for Brooklyn's sequel if you dare.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 11 years ago
Cumshot

I want one

case28case28almost 11 years agoAuthor
The Seventh Verse

To unlock the cryptic meaning of the seventh verse one must understand the complexities that is Ms Brooklyn. She is a young woman of many talents, one of which enables her to "squirt" a copious volume of fluid during ejaculation, much to the entertainment of her audience or voyeurs. The volume is so great in fact that it is necessary for her to contain the jet stream of vaginal fluid in an expensive bowl or similar container (the Fountain Bowl), which she recently purchased from the local homeware store. Then in a moment of extreme jubilation following her orgasm, she empties the contents of the bowl over her head and body.

I hope this sheds some light on this verse.... or perhaps I divulged another clue about the poem. ;)

Thanks for reading readers and thanks for your interest anon.

PS Maybe you're right with this little number Ashesh9. Perhaps ERECTUS and I do channel the same voices. ;)

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 11 years ago
the plight of an enthusiastic whore

who enjoys the cash and thrill of brutalization, some cryptic passages that beg for clarity i.e. 7th verse

Ashesh9Ashesh9almost 11 years ago
Case28, this is a poem worthy of havin' come from my friend

Erectus's pen !! 5-ed .