Though the thought of it makes her quite ill,
Now she’s worried she’ll seem like a dill…
All her girlfriends are fucking,
And she’s still just sucking…
Odds are that one day, soon, she will.
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Locker room
What the fuck? This is kind of extreme!
Cheer leader, but still… the whole team?
Is it just cos they won?
Their idea of fun?
She thinks, stifling a scream.
As good as a holiday
His sex habits, increasingly strange,
Made, at least, for a bit of a change…
Latex, whips, butt plugs, rope,
She accepted, in hope
Of some quid pro quo kinky exchange.
Moment of truth
He woke up with the thought “Am I queer?”
He just couldn’t shake the idea…
His fondness for pearls…
Though he did quite like girls…
Not to lie with so much… just lie near.
It stacks up
“A good head, a great ass, and well stacked…
And I know that she roots, for a fact.”
He said (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).
“Man up! Buy her a drink!
To say more would be lacking in tact.”
Fear and favour
So, she fucks the guy, just as a favour…
He’s black… a big cock, a new flavour…
She figures why not?
She might like it a lot…
And, worst case, he’s some kind of white slaver.
Quack
“If it walks like a duck and says quack,
It’s a duck,” he says. “Right? Check her rack!
And the camel toe, bro!
She’s a slut, buddy, soooo…
Get that big-titted bitch on her back!
Interview with the Dean
So Professor, this young lass you taught…
Did you not think you might have got caught?
It’s the height of imprudence,
Sir, fucking one’s students…
Next time, have a wank… Just a thought
De minimis non curat lex
The policeman was frankly surprised…
She was not, as he’d plainly surmised,
With her small cupcake tits,
And her little pink bits,
Underaged, just a bit undersized.
Upping the ante
She’d had maybe a glass too much wine
When he said “Babe, your sweet ass is mine!”
Did she scream? Flee in fright,
As a good woman might?
No, she stripped and said “Pussy or asshole? That’s fine.”