“Where did babykins come from?” said Mummy.
“A seed Daddy put in my tummy…
In here… in front…
In my nice mummy-cunt…
Not my mouth… though it is rather yummy!”
Month: December 2019
Unexpected pleasure
To her own, rather pleasant surprise,
Her back arching, she rolled up her eyes,
As she came yet once more,
Harder still than before,
Pussy squirting all over her thighs!
Stocking filler
Wham! Bam! Straight up her pussy! Boom! Tish!
Seemed like Santa had granted her wish…
Dress hiked up, panties torn,
On her parents’ front lawn
Being rooted by some dude! Squish! Squish!
Ribbit
She’d been grabbed and groped, prodded and poked,
Had his cock down her throat till she choked,
Fucked and fisted, of course…
Bruised and battered, and hoarse,
“Well, that just leaves my arsehole!” she croaked.
First night jitters
As she stood, blushing, nervous, unclad,
She thought “Gosh! A damn girl must be mad!”
He unbuckled his belt,
Dropped his pants, and she felt,
Although shocked, somehow secretly glad!
The wheat and the chaff
With her great arse and fabulous hooters,
Miss Jones had no shortage of suitors.
She’d once been caught out,
So took pains to sort out
The nice chaps from the wannabe rooters.
The price of liberties
His insistence, the liberties taken,
Had left her hurt, outraged and shaken!
He’d seemed a nice chap…
But he’d earned a good slap!
Oh well… Fuck! She’d been sadly mistaken
Making ends meet
She danced nude, at a bar, in a cage.
No one bother to ask her her age…
If they had, she’d have lied…
She turned tricks on the side,
And got by on her shitty damn wage.
Mother’s milk
Weaned too early, according to Freud.
So he said, and though sometimes annoyed
By his wanting to suck…
(Could they just have a fuck?)
Being sucked she, in fact, quite enjoyed.
Bad Santa
Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, fucking ho!
Wanna sit on my lap, girlie? No?
OK. What about Mum?
Slide that hot mummy bum
Down on Santa’s big cock. Way to go!