My Spitroasting
Oh, what a night! Oh, what a scene!
The wildest thing you’ve ever seen!
With wooshes and whooshes and oh-my-goshes,
With tangled-up limbs and slippery squashes!
I bounced, I flipped, I spun around,
I barely knew which way was down!
A push, a pull, a gasp, a yelp,
(Oh, mercy me, I needed help!)
They grinned, they laughed, they took their place,
With cheeky smirks upon each face.
“Hold on tight! Don’t wiggle free!
This ride is built for two—plus me!”
And up I went! And down I slid!
I never dreamed—oh no, I DID!
A twist, a turn, a joyful moan,
Like rolling dice or skipping stones!
And when at last, the game was through,
I wobbled off, my knees askew!
I tipped my hat, I waved goodbye,
Then whispered soft, “Let’s try next time!”
Wow levi was this poem (I enjoy reading them btw) based on a true experience? I so want to experience pegging. I also have fantasies of being spit roasted by two Dommes. Thanks for sharing.
yeah, in fact just last night! More on that soon…
my ex and her friend used to double team me a lot when she would stay with us each summer. I mean it’s harder then it looks – you don’t want to be getting shoved so hard from behind that you chip a tooth on the one in your mouth.. that’s actually why i like this piece of art (thanks Mizz Geena btw!) because he’s immobilizedand if done well won’t be jerking forward into the woman in front. he can hold his head still or even bob it if needed.
whatever you do, lots of lube, flavored if they are gong to be going back and forth really helps.