The Slow Tuesday

The day you lost the bet, you swore
to make your wanton mouth my whore
you stripped me nude and kept your word;
even with your mouth full, the neighbors heard
the sluttish Mmmmm-ings with which you named
me "Master Mine" and unashamed
you tore the clothing from your frame
and rode my mouth-meat till you came
and came again. Your third release
was witnessed by your friend Denise.

Herself a slut, she met my eyes
and as you hungrily lapped my thighs
and kept me hard with teasing tongue
and fingers rampant till you'd brung
me ever closer to the edge, Denise
dropped softly to her knees
and hiked her skirt and let her fist
do just exactly as she wished
I'd do to her. She let me watch
the awkward reaming of her crotch.

She did herself with fist and claw
and with our eyes locked, knew I saw
her shaven pussy rape her wrist.
Still blowing me, you licked and kissed
my purple cockhead, shaft, and ball sack
then rimmed me, then slid on back
and deep throated me while Denise came.

With a smokey-chocolate moan, your name
wrenched from her lips. Her body urging,
writhing, clenching, surging--her pussy purging
what seemed like gallons of liquid stars.

Needing snatch to consume, she wriggled to yours
Denise pressed her mouth to your eagerly glistening
sex and your animal legs until I was listening
to the sound of you sucking with gathering lust
my hard in your mouth and your hands on her bust.

Denise came again, and you joined her there
as her hand pushed inside you, your legs waved in the air.
The screams of your pleasure and hers intermingled
till your tongue did a flip and my balls ring-a-jingled
and I burst in your mouth like a water balloon.

You swallowed and gagged on that silver monsoon
yet my come drenched your face and your hair and the floor
and even Denise, and I'm damned if that whore
didn't swallow the spillage with pleasure and pride
till her eyes sparkled wildly, and exhausted, she sighed.

And your moans of orgasm echoed the room
and Denise slipped her fingers back out of your womb
and your neighbor's applauded from their honeymoon bed
and "Double or nothing, Dear Master?" you said.