The Youth and the Judge's Wife

One evening, friends

And you, dearest ladies,

Entangled in the snares of boredom,

This story took place.

It so happened that a young lad

Was sentenced by a judge from the bench,

And received a suspended term

For the vice of his wrath.

But fate arranged it in the morning,

He saw from mother-of-pearl

A beautiful face in the crowd

And a playful gaze upon himself.

She was the judge's wife

And found no weighty reason

To judge the proud man so harshly,

For beating an enemy in his heart.

She came to the judge from the hall

And whispered something in his ear,

And the husband exclaimed, spraying saliva:

"He has come to terms with his guilt!"

But our court released the youth,

And the lad sees, he is awaited.

The judge's wife stands

And beckons him with her finger.

"Come with me, bearer of troubles,

For an educational talk."

"Thank you, madam, I am yours,"

Said our lad to that.

Madam lit up with a smile,

Grabbed the youth by the arm

And led him away at once

Far from judicial eyes.

And here they are in baronial chambers

Furnished everywhere like royalty.

Lunch steams on the table,

The brawler sits in high spirits

From the spicy aromas of the hall.

Well, and madam was fragrant

So, that the youth barely managed

Not to commit expensive deeds along the way.

And as soon as they finished lunch,

Madam is again by the young body.

Again takes him by the arm

And leads him to her bedroom.

Dragging her young friend along

But, having only gone from the servants' sight,

She plunged her lips into the youth.

She playfully shed her clothes,

Proudly wiggled her butt,

Said: "Here, I've waited!"

And lay down on the bed.

Presenting before him with beautiful form,

Burning with the fire of passionate languor,

She begs him to enter,

Caressing the pathways with her fingers.

Sighs and moans heaved her breasts

From the lively caress of fingers.

Madam was all wrought up, pleading:

"Enter me, take me!"

And the youth trembles above her,

Growing pale from excitement,

Does not believe his own eyes

And it seems to him in that moment,

The goddess is not stroking for him

Her pubic strands,

And fingers are not darting before him

In the open **dy coziness.

Tired, from long waiting

And from senseless tossing,

Madam rose from the bed,

Occupied herself with the boy's pillar.

She closed the oval of her lips,

And the lad vanished in that same instant,

Moaned, bellowed, thrashed, struggled

And by the end collapsed to the floor,

Spilling out about half a hundred grams

Into her skillful mouth.

And the lady, seeing how he wilted,

Found a solution in that same instant.

Madam brought her bud

To the youth's hot lips.

The lover immediately revived

And with his gums sank into her depths.

And the lady jumps, frolics,

Cannot get enough of the caress.

Tears out moans every moment,

The fencing tongue below.

It burns in his hot fire

Wags, beats, presses, leaps.

Suddenly she sees in her lust,

A rising zeb grows before her.

And in that same instant, tearing from her place

Having only spread her loins wider,

She positioned herself

On the gallant steed.

Madam raced on him at a gallop,

Her ample rear slapped against thighs,

And the youth will not forget the moment

Of blessed union with her.

And later, as soon as passions subsided,

The husband arrives; well, here's to health.

The youth out the window, the spouse to madam:

"Now I'll give you a lesson!"

And the lad ran through courtyards

Towards the next lady.

With that, it's time to round things off,

It's not fitting for us to drag it out.

I hope my vulgar little verse,

Has amused you all at least somewhat.

07.29.2015