Menage a Trois (minus 1)

flaccid, soft and smooth
first kiss and I felt life force
as tongues intertwined in erotic passion
deeply down both throats

as each touch, the fingering went deeper
the throbbing became hard to refrain
the scent of pussy filled the room
it was becoming hard - to hold back

firm nipples of the suckled breasts
ready to provide life milk to the babe
as nectar began to drip
and flower began to open in full blossom

no longer could I withstand
and I erupted in large amounts
the hot cum load burst onto my chest
over my head and onto the wall

down my hands and between my thighs
never once were the two girls aware of my orgasm
never once did they break their embrace
only a passioned sigh from one of the twins

suckle of honey

cold from the outside
seeping in thru the cracks
to hold you is warmth, but
passion rises from the heat

what if and would you allow me
to suckle from your breasts
as I warm and get my fill
of mother's sweet milk

and if I penetrate you deeply
and fill you to the swollen brim of your lips with pollen
will you bloom and let flow
your scented nectar to share

could I sip from the mixing of passion's juice
my mouth to yours
as we drift away in ecstasy
the snowball grows and grows

Fight Back the Tears

If I can fight back the tears,
I can still be a man
My hands now bound against the world,
and I can no longer win the bread

Stripped of pride and dignity,
yet not my heart or ability
The only way I can...still be a man,
is to fight back the tears

I wonder what I have done,
and for how many more years
I can still be a man,
if I fight back the tears