He and She 11 – Work Week – Friday

Friday has its origin
From the German goddess Frigg
Traced to the goddess Venus
For the Romans she was big

The goddess of fertility
Beauty, sex, desire and love.
The vulva is declared her mound
From below, beside, above

Friday ends the work week
Of the teachers, He and She
For continued education
Of  erotic you and me

They, with a fucking fantasy,
Will end this training week
Will dress for the occasion
For excitement that they seek

He in tradition Scottish kilt
Underneath he's hanging bare
Cock and balls are swinging free
The two of them are quite the  pair

She's dressed as a house maid
In a short frock, black and white
Her fine ass barely covered
Pussy slightly out of sight

He is the master of the house
All she could need or want
She is the maid extraordinaire
With hot and ready, juicy cunt

The setting is his study
Where we find him there alone
With one hand holding up his kilt
The other stroking on his bone

She comes in to do some cleaning
Sees him stroking in the glass
She climbs to dust the book shelves
Shows him her firm and luscious ass

Her vulva peeks between her cheeks
It's much too fine to hide
There's not a hair upon it
He's desirous of a ride

He's stands up, and scrapes the chair
His hard cock still in hand
She hears the sound and turns around
Sees he's erect and looking grand

She climbs down from the ladder
Her eyes always on his rod
If she had on panties
They'd be wet and in a wad

She takes his hanging balls in hand
Slides his dick across her tongue
He grabs her hair and pulls it
She now feels how well he's hung

His cock is moving down her throat
She swallows inches seven
Her nose rests on his pubic bone
Thinks he's died and gone to heaven

Extracts himself before he cums
Lifts her up and turns her 'round
Sets her ass upon his desk
His lips are pussy bound

He puts his face between her thighs
Which she spreads into a split
Her pussy pulses on his lips
As he's sucking on her clit

She undoes her bodice
Frees her breasts so they get air
She kneads and rubs upon them
Could not find a better pair

She lifts and sucks her nipples
After all, her hands are free
Her body shakes and shivers
As she writhes orgasmically

He rises from his kneeling place
And with his cock in hand
Moves it to her vulva
Where her pussy lips are fanned

Insertion's made most readily
For she's so lubed and wet
Her cunt surrounds his stroking cock
Not yet time to launch his jet

He rips her uniform away
His kilt is torn asunder
Need to clear the view to see
What's going on, down under

They watch his cock go in and out
Her hips following along
Her pussy grips the length of him
Squeezing tightly on his dong

He slides her slightly off of the desk
So his nuts don't hit the top
Would not want to damage them
They determine when to stop

She grabs him by the shoulders
Wraps her legs around his waist
Lifts her tight ass off the desk
And continues on with haste

She spears herself by twerking
Her fine cunt is on the move
She can feel his cock is swelling
Ever deeper in her groove

“Please wait, for a moment!”
He hears her whisper in his ear
He feels her heat upon him
His orgasm's also  near

His cumming prick is pulsing
Shoots his load within her walls
She milks out all his semen
From his fucking cock and balls

Their fornicating week is over
Every day a different way
He and she are cumming next week
Be here again to watch them play