Culinary Delight

This is a story of last night  
I dined with you, culinary delight  
Filet mignon, potato baked  
The taste of all could not be faked  
 
The salad fresh with light blue cheese  
Cold fresh shrimp were made to please  
Satisfaction every bite  
Continued on into the night  
 
The wine was red to match the meat  
My mind relaxed when time to eat  
And when I'd had a glass or two  
My thoughts were those of eating you  
 
Across the table you were there  
Your eyes were blue. I had to stare  
Imagining your tits were bare  
As I was finishing the fare  
 
The wine was making me a fool  
“Would you join me at the pool?”  
Bottle up, we filled our glasses  
Now, it seems, were stupid asses  
 
We left the others at the table  
Walked as well as we were able  
To the darkness just outside  
Looking forward to a ride  
 
There was no moon but stars up high  
I kissed you deeply, heard you sigh  
Put my hand beneath your skirt  
You were hot. I made you squirt  
 
Heard conversation from inside  
As your thighs were opened wide  
My fingers found your sweet abyss  
Our tongues touched, another kiss  
 
I then got down upon my knees  
“I want to eat your pussy, please”  
You spread the lips that form your mound  
“Please have a taste of what I've found.”  
 
You then grabbed me by the hair  
Your cunt was shaved and waiting there  
Your clitoris was swollen, hot  
My sucking lips gave it a shot  
 
I licked from there, back to your ass  
I toast you now, I raise my glass  
Your juices flowed with your orgasm  
My cock was hard and in a spasm  
 
I dropped my pants down to my knees  
“Would you fuck me? Pretty please?  
“Can I put my dick in you?”  
“Fill your pussy as we screw”  
 
I tore the blouse from off your chest  
Then sucked the nipples on each breast  
You grabbed my cock and guided it  
Into your cunt, more than a bit  
 
You took it all up to the end  
My balls were on your ass, my friend  
You squeezed me tightly once inside  
And we began the fucking ride  
 
I thrust my hips to plant my tool  
You matched each thrust, you're not a fool  
You moaned, I groaned. We were so loud  
And from inside we drew a crowd  
 
You were the only woman there  
We kept on fucking, did not care  
The other three had cocks in grip  
Were masturbating, then heard you quip  
 
“I have two hands that are not used  
An empty mouth, don't be confused  
You can have me, all or one  
I'd love to have all join this fun!”  
 
You leaned your head back, took one dick  
And in each hand you had a prick  
My cock was still within your heat  
You now worked on four times the meat  
 
Semen soon filled up the air  
As all our cocks began to flare  
We shot our loads as if just one  
You squirted all. The night was fun.