We both get more than bargained for

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A little slut wiggles her butt and begs for creamy filling.
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I knew a slut that had a slot
Which often needed filling.
She asked if I would be the guy
To help her with some drilling.

I told her I would never die
From such delightful toil.
And I agreed to fill her need
And bring her up to boil.

She quickly led me to her bed
Then left to change her dress.
I was so firm I had to squirm
With my future success.

When she came out and looked about
She only wore a teddy
The hairless skin her twat lay in
Was glistening and ready.

I must confess to nervousness
Of what the girl carried.
I condomized, but was surprised
Our expectations varied.

"If you want in, its pure sweet skin.
I don’t do sheep or latex."
I peddled back. She grabbed my sack
And yanked upon my Playtex.

My eyes grew large. She took full charge
And tore my safety lining.
The rubber ripped and off it slipped.
She mocked me for my whining.

She didn’t ask about her task
But dropped down on her knees.
She took me deep without a peep
Into her throat with ease.

With every lick she gave my dick
I came closer to bliss
But she sure knew what this would do
And so she stopped to hiss.

“This may be fun, but it is done
Until I have been sated.
Then I’ll decide where you will hide
The proof that we have mated.”

I didn’t hunt to find her cunt.
I didn’t have the space.
She climbed on top and with a plop
Ground pussy in my face.

My cheeks were wet from pungent sweat
And sloppy slutty fragrance.
I gasped for air that wasn’t there
Then tongued her my obeisance.

She bore down strong, but not for long
And I resumed my breathing.
With practiced style she flashed a smile
As she became my sheathing.

“Come on retard – now fuck me hard.
I won’t get any younger.”
I’ve never seen a girl so keen
For me to feed her hunger.

Her slot was loose from overuse
But she let loose a scream.
She pulsed and came and yelled my name
Like I was in a dream

Then she fell off. I gave a cough,
She just quivered like jelly.
So I took hold of her and rolled
Her over on her belly.

I spread her wide and she just sighed.
I saw her tiny anus.
And then I knew that I would do
What other girls found heinous.

Resistance tight, but it felt right
This girl was a fighter
I grabbed and squeezed her warm titties
And pulled her in much tighter.

She gave a yell, and I could tell
She felt the pain acutely.
She bucked and cussed. I yanked and thrust
A pressed on resolutely.

She cried in pain and once again
My tittie lock was tested.
Though she cussed loud. I onward ploughed
‘Till I was fully vested.

My grip held firm. She couldn’t squirm
Away – I was her master.
So out and in – again – again
I pushed on harder, faster.

Handfuls of breast put to the test
She surrendered to hurting.
Her tiny bud clenched with a flood
And I answered by splurting.

Wave after wave. I gave and gave.
I knew that I was finished.
My strength was spent. I underwent
Mass shrinkage and diminished.

She looked at me respectfully
And gentle as a kitten.
She cleaned me off with a warm cloth
And said that she was smitten.

“I’ve felt so dumb ‘cause I’ve not cum
With cock inside my butt.
But this defeat makes me complete -
Now I'm a proper slut.”

She was a slut! Do you know what?
She inhaled my soft member.
I swelled and then I came again.
This was one I’d remember.

And I was right. That very night
I noticed I was itching.
I told her so. She told me go
And stop my whiny bitching.

I am full grown. I should have known
She’d give me more than sex.
For now, you see, it burns to pee
And it contains red flecks.

My doctor said “Where was your head.”
He didn’t want the answer.
He gave me stuff that cost enough
To be a cure for cancer.

I’ve stayed away enough to say
That I am feeling better
But soon I know I’ll have to go
Back to work where I met her.

And if perchance she asks to dance
Upon my little man,
I hope I say “No fucking way.”
But I’m not sure I can.

So if a slut wiggles her butt
And begs for creamy fillin’
Just ask if it is worth the risk
Of life on Penicillin.

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ROBERTODAVOROBERTODAVOabout 5 years ago
So clever it's amazing!

Incredibly good! A delight to read,

Well done!

Robertodavo.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 5 years ago
Good advice!

There are too many unintended consequences from unprotected and risky sex.

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