Face Fuck Book #49—Edith O’Malley

Face Fuck Book #49—Edith O'Malley

I'm looking for a sexy FB girl to begin
       not one whose smile is prettiest
       but one with a wicked grin
Edith O Malley, maybe 5 foot 3
Then she was but twenty-three
Old enough to be passed bye
Young enough to capture your eye
Two full tits, a rosy complexion
Well I knew, her devilish expression
She knew full well what men required
She garnered attention that she desired
       her cleavage a lure
       her smile demure
Brown hair
       large lips
       wide hips
       a girdle
Of course she claimed to be fully fertile
How she grinned as she did play
In the bar on that day
       a glass-cleaning machine
       perhaps you've never seen
The barmaid would set the long glass down
       on brown bristles that turned
       round and round
Push down the glass
       scrub'em fine
Second brush scrubbed
       the outside grime
Obvious from her expression
       like a dirty joke
       a wicked grin she cast
       on every downward stroke
Her eyes glanced
       up to see
       who might be watching by chance
       when our eyes met
       in obscene glance
"I can fuck you as well
       as that brush fucks your glass"
       my eyes did say
"I'll show you sweet lass
       how to tease and  play"
"No doubt you're famous
       in that way"
On the mechanics of sex
       to be precise
I learned O'Malley wasn't so nice
Ah, but you don't want a nice girl
       when the bar closes late
You want a tart randy for a date
She was a ticket
       ready to be punched
       fish and chips
       ready to be lunched
Her skirt was stained
       with beer and booze
       lifted on any darken lane
       by chance you'd choose
I tried to pull her girdle down
       sought a clean fuck
       on her maiden mound
Not an easy task where this lass
       sat, the girdle was nailed
       under her ass
The car seat tried to beat
       me out of my fucking treat
Very neat
       so sweet
       she slide her finger
       without a frown
Yet rolled it up, not down
       "Don't linger"
My cock so stiff had to chafe
       to reconnoiter
       her pussy waf'
An agony for my cock that day
Modern girls have thrown girdles away
       as should she have
       it trapped my cock between its cuff
       tightness made the going tough
I pulled out
       creamed at her cry
"Don't cum in me
       Oh God, No!"
I played the gentleman, you know
What gymnastics I had to sow
To get out just in time
       by hook or crook
       I got no look
        at all
Her girdle snagged me
       by the balls
My swollen cock
       was caught and locked
With effort I got free
       shedding my seed elastically      
 A lousy fuck, but no regrets
       better a stuffed muff
       with old faithful
       down the rabbit hole
       then to go on home
       to wax your pole
How she tried, that barmaid tart
Almost tore my leathers apart
       a tear-stained jacket
       how she cried
       what a racket!
She sighed,
       "We'll marry if you got me pregnant"
But no girl ever got pregnant
       from a wet sticky girdle
       and belly full of cum
Well--perhaps some
       may claim they did or lie
       more likely with another guy
       who met her eye after me
As she fucked the glasses in the bar
I'd have to give just one Michelin Star
I've had better fucks by far
If I got her pregnant that night
I'm sure she found a local lad
       to pay her right
My bad luck
       she was a lousy fuck
I knew it then
       I honor her now
That tarty O'Malley
       the barmaid cow
Yet I treated her with all respect
Obliged her orders  
       her teary aspect
I honor her twenty-five years aft
And pray she learned the fuck'en craft
Thanks to God I got away
       and never missed her since that day