“Look at this!” she said, smiling inscrutably,
“Just like a cunt! Irrefutably!
Smaller, perhaps,
And no little pink flaps,
But, I reckon, quite possibly rootably!”
Month: January 2020
Pucker up
Well, of course, she was nervous and frightened…
Her poor anus puckered and tightened!
He spat on her bum,
And he worked in his thumb,
Then his cock, as her clenched fingers whitened!
Her new bike
Her new bike has a basket in front,
Good for exercise… huff, puff and grunt!
A nice bell on the bar,
But, of course, best by far,
How its saddle-beak rubs on her cunt!
Alley cat
He reflected, while doing her, doggy,
“This cunt ain’t just wet, it’s damn soggy!
Lank hair, droopy lips,
Kinda squelches and drips…
Ain’t no pedigree pussy, just moggy!”
Degustation
Her arse cheeks hanging out of her skirt,
Flimsy, clingy excuse for a shirt…
Tasty titbits to munch,
Juicy pussy for lunch,
And her sweet little arse for dessert!
Conscience
It was certainly rather unkind
The poor girl being deaf, mute and blind,
To have fucked her like that!
I mean… what kind of rat… ?
Though she’d seemed not to very much mind.
Ambivalence
Not as if it was of her own choosing…
Both thrilling and shameful! Confusing.
Of course, not much fun,
But no great harm was done…
Wounded pride, her torn panties, some bruising.
Ace up his sleeve
Did she want to or not? A hard call.
She was frantically trying to stall,
Then he whipped out his prick…
God! So long! And so thick!
Yep. She did want a fuck, after all!
Gravity
Unsupported her big bosom droops
When she leans forward, kneels or stoops,
Which she does, as we speak,
And one cops a good peek,
As she giggles, and winks, and say “Oops!”
Information overload
Spare a thought for today’s adolescent…
Sex images constant, incessant,
Girls sexting and such,
Wearing not very much,
Teenage cocks almost always tumescent!