Blown

She takes his hand and leads him outside,
The stars are bright as their tongues entwine
The kisses linger seemingly eternal
Their bodies hunger for sexual release

She breaks away, and runs her hands lower
He gasps as she grabs his hard cock.
She chuckles as she begins to rub
He groans as she opens his fly

He starts to speak, she shakes her head
He shuts his mouth and concentrates.
Her fingers find his firm, throbbing shaft,
Bringing it out into the cool night air

Released from its prison, his cock throbs,
To the rhythm of his speeding heart.
Her fingers enclose it as his hands,
On auto-pilot knead her breasts

They kiss once more, hands working.
Both enjoying the others ministrations.
The kissing stops, and she kneels.
He shudders in anticipation, and waits.

Hot lips circle his cock, sensations build,
She swallows him whole, he disappears.
Rhythmical movement brings him to the edge,
And then he explodes, fireworks in his head.

He stares as she slips his cock out of her mouth,
Watching entranced as it pulses and squirts.
Jets of spunk fly skyward to splash land,
Covering her beautiful face, he stares at:

Cum, lying like streamers on her face
A different kind of party decoration.
She licks her lips and smiles
Her eyes sparkling with lusty delight.

She holds his cock in her vice like grip
Milking it fast, to get every drop
She licks and slurps in sheer delight
To remove all his tasty cum.

He grunts and groans as her tongue moves
Cleaning his cock from base to tip,
His knees shake from the pleasure
Of his fantastic massive orgasm.

He strokes her hair and smiles at her
Watching his softening cock disappear
Into her velvet tongued mouth
Loosing his erection as he relaxes

She lets him go, his limp cock swings
As his knees give way, like a folding chair,
He collapses to the floor, broken,
Exhausted but happy with life.

She gets up and strolls back to the room.
He sits there and thinks to himself,
“What an interesting lady. What’s her name?
Will I ever see her again? I hope so.”