SUZIE

I was born and raised in Deadwood,
Tho’ to Tombstone I sometimes rode,
Cuz’ there’s where Suzie Sanders lived
Down Tombstone’s main ol’ road.

Suzie and I would picnic,
Or sit and chat a spell,
Or if the town had an ol’ square dance,
We could go and raise some hell.

We’d dance ‘bout every dance,
The slow ones I’d hold her near,
No doubt she could feel my affection,
Cuz’ I could feel it pressing her.

One night when the dance had ended,
And we started on our way ,
We took a left by Johnson’s place,
And found a nice place we could lay.

I raised her pretty pettycoat,
And my pants were soon undone,
Then soon we’re joined together,
Till we heard ol’ Johnson’s son.

“Hey there you two lovers,
Whatcha’ doin’ in the hay,
It looks like a fun time for you both,
That’s what’d I would surely say.

I suppose you want me quiet
And not spread this all around,
But I might just go and do that,
Unless my boner soon goes down.

How ‘bout while your doin’ yer thing,
I come up to her head,
And she could wrap her lips around me,
Until my cum I shed?”

We didn’t know what to say,
Cuz’ we wanted not the story told,
So Suzie says to him, “Boy,
Come and give to me your load.”

So soon the three of us we’re at it,
And soon I simply burst,
And into Suzie’s lovely womb I shot,
My cum filled creamy purse.

I heard the Johnson boy,
Only a minute behind me say,
“Oooh, doggie, this is wonderful,
My jizz is on it’s way!”

Now Suzie smiled and swallowed
And looked us in the eye,
And with some drips of cum still on her,
Said with a happy sigh.

“You know guys, after all of this,
I feel filled and very good,
Let’s make a regular thing now,
So I can get more wood.”

So, to make long story short,
We decided on that day,
That this wouldn’t be the only time,
We three romped in the hay!