Romancing the Stones{br}

Poem by Ashley
Illustrations by Mat{br}

Blow-job sex may be a ticklish subject,
Especially if the boy’s not totally erect.
The male ego
Is hard to blow.
Girls must be discrete and circumspect.

To be fun, fellatio shouldn’t be quick.
So, let’s take time to fluff a guy’s dick.
Naked on our knees,
We must lick his testes
Which are full of cum, sweet and thick.

Mother Nature takes over from there.
Blood rushes from brain to down there.
As slowly his penis grows,
He’s thrilled from head to toes.
He mans up despite no pubic hair.

Even before his hardened cock creams,
He is sound awake within lusty dreams.
Moaning and sobbing,
His hard cock is throbbing.
Your mouth is its warm haven, it seems.

Your lips, tongue and palate are united
With his cock which has become excited.
It stands up rigidly
Eager for your pussy.
But into your mouth it had first been invited.

Only after all his cum you swallow,
Should you let pussy fucking follow.
In that time in between,
Make playtime obscene.
No holes barred, as in lust you wallow.

So, how does a girl know she’s succeeded,
In giving head, giving a guy what he needed?
If he smiles while he weeps
You’ll know he’s for keeps.
Like putty in your hands, he’ll be kneaded.