He was hung like a horse, the chap jested.
“If so,” she laughed, “I’m… interested!”
What later occurred,
Proved him good as his word,
Which her sore, swollen cunt still attested!
Month: September 2011
Nightmare
He at least asked if she was awake;
“And what difference,” she said, “would that make?
I’d get fucked either way!”
“Yes,” he said, “but you may
Have been fucked up the arse by mistake!”
Pecking order
His cock looked like a fat ugly snake,
And erect made girls quiver and quake;
It became a contest
To see which girl’s cunt best
Could accommodate him and not break.
Not fragile
“Do it harder,” she cried, “I won’t break!
See how much of your cock I can take!
Stretch my pussy some more;
I don’t care if I’m sore,
Or can’t piss, or I bleed or I ache!”
Suspicion well founded
Though its length and its girth quite astounded,
She thought, as she knelt, being pounded,
The squelching and slapping,
Like two wet hands clapping,
Felt better by far than it sounded.
Nanny, I can’t sleep
Late at night, down the hallway he’d creep,
And he’d crouch at her keyhole and peep,
While his nanny undressed,
For a glimpse of a breast,
Little prick stiff, too horny to sleep.
Raffish
Though the man was unspeakably vile,
He did grew on one, after a while.
Although rough and uncouth,
His big cock did, in truth,
Compensate for a lack of… well… style!
The strain in Spain
Girls are married or virgin in Spain:
How do young Spanish couples abstain?
When they go on a date,
Do they both masturbate?
It must all be a terrible strain!
Well-come
He said “There, that’s not half bad, now, is it?”
She sighed “No, by God, it’s exquisite!
I just about died
When you pushed it inside!
I’m so glad, now, I dropped by to visit!”
Positions vacant
She no longer played games with her dolls;
She now dreamed about more grown-up roles.
She had quite decent breasts,
Enjoyed flirting with guests,
And had all the appropriate holes!