Her first squirt. Poem

Her First Squirt – True Story

On our bed her body lay atop a sheet,
on her back is how she’ll meet,

my throbbing cock and all its glory,
so pay attention as I tell this story.

I stand afoot beside our bed.
Her feet in air beside my head.

My toes grip the carpet floor.
I thrust into her like a slamming door.

She rubs her fingers across her clit,
as I press my body against her slit.

Her moans I hear getting higher pitched,
the sounds she makes becoming more enriched.

I knew she’d cum like the thousand times or more,
but what happened next was nothing like before.

Her voice got louder, this is nothing new,
but against my body something did spew.

I pulled away and let her spill,
her juices onto me with no ill will.

I’d finally seen what I’d been dreaming,
a beautiful orgasm, my wife still creaming.

I saw her quake as her load was spent.
Her legs trembled, shaked and bent.

She giggled after, her body zen,
We’ll try this tomorrow, I want to see it again.

The Sadistic Tale of Hansel and Gretel. Part II

Mature Audience Only. Very graphic. Keep in mind this is only fantasy, I’ve seen worse on cable.

Part Two:
Gretel stands up shedding her loose rope as she walks over to the kitchen counter. She swipes a rag from the counter top and shoves it into her step-mother’s mouth. “Shut up Bitch!” She declares. Gretel grabs her step-mothers hair from both sides of her scalp and slams her face into the table busting her nose. Gretel grabs a piece of short rope from the floor and ties it around her step-mothers head and between her teeth. Her step-mothers mouth gag becomes impossible to spit out.

Hansel unfastens his belt, his pants drop to the floor around his ankles. His step-mother’s muted screams only confirm to Hansel that his pain will be felt. Hansel looks down at his step-mothers hairy, tangled up mess. An impenetrable weave of hair rests between her thighs. Hansel looks around the kitchen for an answer to his problem. Spotting the dirty dishes of his step-mothers breakfast he swipes his fingertips through the congealed pork fat left over from fried bacon and slaps her crotch hair full of the aromatic white creamy grease.

The Sadistic Tale of Hansel and Gretel. Part I

Mature Audiences only. I wrote this several years ago and have only posted it in one other place.

Hansel and Gretel never recovered mentally from their ordeal with the old hag in the woods. The siblings, throughout the years, resented their father for losing quickly the fortune they brought to him from the witch. Their evil step mother ran off with their fortune never to return. Their father grew tired of the constant ridicule and tricked the pair, leading them into the woods, abandoning them and leaving then alone to fend for themselves. Forsaken by their hapless father, the teenage siblings Hansel and Gretel were forced from their home…again.

Gretel bemoans, “We’ve been walking for hours, you’re so stupid. You have no idea where we are, I’m tired of walking.”  For which Hansel replies, “Shut the fuck up, you never shut up, I’m tired of your shit!” They pass familiar territory and Hansel began to remember these woods from the last time their selfish parents left them. Gretel states, “I can’t believe that asshole father left us in the woods, again.” “Yeah, I gotta quit trusting that bastard,” Hansel replied. As Hansel looks around he recalls from his memory, “I think that old bitch that tried to eat us lived over there.” Hansel points toward a rocky hillside seen from a few miles away. “It shouldn’t be long Gretel, we will at least have shelter, maybe water.”