Hickory Dickory Dock
Two Mous runned up the cock.
The cock fucked one
And she done cum—
Bout die of orgasmic shock.

Hickory Dickory Dick
The other Mous done lick
From stem to stern
Turn after turn
To fatten up that prick.

Hickory Dickory Duck
Mous couldn’t believe her luck
Morning noon and night
Much to her delight
Fuck after fuck after fuck.

We invited that shy cute guy Erik over cuz oh god did we want to do him.

“Lookit our new clock,” we told him, with sister working at his buckle and me caressing his jean-clad ass. “Listen to it tick. Listen to it tock. Don’t it sound nice? Wait til you hear the chime. And the girl on top—don’t she have the nicest breasts, so big and firm and suckable. Wouldn’t you like...”

By then the clock had him under its spell and we had him naked on the floor. All limp and floppy though, no matter what we did.

Then the clock struck, dong, dong, dong, and he jerked awake.

“Oh gosh oh golly,” he sputtered.

“What what what?” we wanted to know.

“I dreamt, I dreamt, I dreamt...”

“Yes?”

“It was so, so, so...”

“What?” we demanded to know.

“Mice,” he said. “Two of them. One black and one white. They they they...”

“Did they now?”

“Yes, one of them nibbled my my my...”

“Did he now?”

“She! The mice were shes!”

“Cheese?”

“Girls! They were girls! And one nibbled at my ... While the other, the other, the other...”

Erik could say no more. But his rock hard cock spoke and spoke and spoke.