The Gypsy, the Dueña, and the Seño

For all of you waiting for an erotic story in octets of iambic pentameter (with mixed masculine and feminine rhymes), your dreams haxe come true! I am sorry you had to wait so long! Enjoy! Some Spanish and Basque! Yes! What a turn on!

One night in June on Calle Prospero
A gypsy man, lean as a penis,
Eyes black as a cat’s, hair done just so—
As handsome as any young Romany is—
Upon his guitar was picking a tune.
The reflecting dark pools of his eyes,
So dreamy, captured one bright slice of moon
As he thought of naught but Senorita Sighs.

His woody jouncing as he went his way,
The gypsy heard, from some dim balcony,
A sweet-voice senorita to her dueña say:
“I’d be wetting my panties if he sang to me.”
But strolling along, his thumb strumming still,
He came to a wall and a gate, ajar,
And looked to a well-known window’s sill
Beneath a flat roof beneath a white a star.

Oh, Christos! She leaned there; let Heaven smile.
Her boobs little handfuls, half-bared by her gown,
Were white in the naughty moon light. And the while
That he sang, he watched her hand slipping down
To fiddle her clit as his violin played.
And soon could he hear soft-sobbing sighs
The whiles he sang on and “Oh, mi Dios,” he prayed,
And thought of a tuft between her slim thighs.

Stealthily into the small gated garden
The gypsy had slipped and laid down his guitar.
For now, he could feel his long penis harden
And when he performed, his pecker was star.
He sang acapella to her just above
And played on his prick in the garden below;
Oh, Dios! He sang of their star-crossed love
Never expecting the next sudden blow!

“Txerri batan Zakila!” rang out the yell
Not even Spanish, but Basque: “Prick of a pig!”
Came the voice of a dueña straight out of hell,
And the gypsy’s big pecker no longer was big.
“Theresa, Diablo!” he heard his love cry,
“Let the poor gypsy finish his song!
If tonight I don’t come, I think I will die!
“Loco perra viaja! You crave his dong!”

Could that be a brown sack with shining black hair
That dangling a moment from that balcony?
It drops now and turns--the gypsy nailed there—
“Oh Christo,” cries the gypsy, “that this ever should be!”
“Es un oso pardo puta!” which means,
‘A fucking brown bear,’ the gypsy has screamed.
Straight through the garden the monster careens,
So right at this moment, no one has creamed.

And then, “Oh! Cuerpo del Venus!” he purrs;
It’s only the dueña who’s coming toward him,
Stark naked, so hungry the smile that is hers,
Her big thighs are oiled by the flow from her quim.
Her brown boobs are big as the biggest wine sack,
They sway and they bump: pecho de la madre!
The vast crinkled nipples are just about black;
Her pussy hair grows like alfalfa in May!

Her gaze locks on his; she’s one Ama-son of a bitch!
Her kindly great fist has closed on his dick.
And “Get over here!” makes the thing twitch
And just about doubles the size of his prick.
Her voracious red lips have closed on his lips
Her paw goes behind him and gooses his ass—
Her titans are pressing his much smaller tips—
A big thumb goes up there and lets loose his gas.

“Perdoname, senora,” the young man cries,
But she’s lifted his hips, forgetting his farts,
His pecker slit stares, now, right into her eyes,
And she growls as her mouth grabs his parts.
His pecker and balls and even the hair
Her lips have engulfed and are sucking like mad!
Her thunderous titties are clapping down there—
The scariest blow job he ever has had!

Now big peasant hands have taken his hips;
She’s jerks him in, shoves him out, as she licks it;
“Oh Dios! I’m coming! Between her fat lips!”
He’s groping down madly, raking one tit.
Through ecstasy, though, he hears his love’s call:
“Oh merde, I can’t come, as always before,
Though my pussy has given its all!
And you’ve given bliss to the man I adore?”

She hears nothing down there, a moment must wait,
The gypsy is kneeling below in the night,
An unruly briar patch, big as a plate,
Is thrust at his face—Oh my what a sight!
Down through her jungle, dark banks of a river
Are snaking through dense vegetation,
And each time he dips, she gives a great quiver;
Till he finds the island called “Agitation!”

“Dueña, sweet dueña,” the young woman cries,
“Tell me! Where now is my gypsy love?”
“He’s launching mia clitoris into the skies!”
“He’s kneeling, then? Sucking, as you stand above?”
“Yes, stripping the skin from my tits with his nails!”
“Oh dueña, dear boobies I’ve nursed since a child!”
But “placer supremo, oh Dios!” she quails.
“But, Dueña, your coming has made me half wild!”

“My dueña, reach down, grab hold of his parts!
And squeeze till he sings of his ecstasy!”
“My mistress, I’ve got them, these soft squishy tarts!
“All right, now you crush them! I wish I could see!”
“Oh, mistress, he’s screaming and tearing his hair!”
“Just torment his dangling sac full of pain,
Allow him to bloody your fat boobies bare,
Oh Dios! I’m frigging my damn clit, again!”

“Ah, mistress,” the big woman shrieks, “he flicks
Mia clitoris grande! It grows and its grows!
My fat belly quakes from these devilish licks!
I’m squirting the garden as though from a hose!”
“Ah, puta!” her lust-maddened mistress, now cries,
Naked she slides down a vine for a visit.
But both are out cold and breathe in long sighs.
If neither one functions, they ain’t worth a shit!

“ Chupar mi coño !” she roars in her rage,
Then humps her cunt hard on thick motionless lips,
Hand slapping her duena’s poor breasts like a horse,
And stretching and twisting the dark swollen tips!
“Ai-yi!” gasps the dueña, coming around,
“You’re hitting my boobs like a man beats his wife!”
Her heels now beat with her pain on the ground.
She’s licking that coño as though for dear life!

Then, straight up she leaps, runs right to the man
Who lies as though tanning under the moon.
Oh mio! Oh Dios! Oh shit in a can!
She must have her way and must have it soon!
She frigs till his dick stands up like a moon shot,
Ties its base, and his balls, with his guitar wire,
Then heaves a great sigh and lowers her twat,
And rides like the devil and never does tire.