We get drunk. My mate’s girlfriend is there.
They start fucking. I say “That’s not fair!
I’ve got no one to screw!”
He says “You fuck her too…
She’s got plenty of holes. We can share!”
Author: pete
The bridal waltz
Blushing, shy, as befitting a bride,
To her bridesmaid she whispers (aside),
“I’m surprised he can dance!
He’s fair bursting his pants!
God! Just wait till I get him astride!”
Toy boy
When she plays with herself, as one does,
One hand cupped on her soft, springy fuzz,
In the other, her toy,
She imagines a boy…
Fingers fluttering, pussy abuzz!
Hope springs eternal
He was hard in her hand, so hope glimmered;
So horny, it seemed, but so timid!
While she, hot to trot …,
Would he fuck her or not?
Having come to the boil, she simmered!
Paddling in the gene puddle
It began with a kiss and a cuddle.
Her feelings were all in a muddle;
The things that he said,
The wine gone to her head
Served her thoughts all the more to befuddle!
Let down
He pressed into her big breasts and nuzzled;
Her milk flowed, he greedily guzzled.
“Bit odd!” she thought, bored,
But the fact he ignored
The best bits, down below, left her puzzled!
Flattery will get you everywhere
He brought flowers and sweet-talked and flattered her;
Giggling and wriggling, she batted her
Eyelids, tits squeezed
Round his cock, which she teased,
Till he came like a fountain and splattered her!
Maidenhead revisited
He gets part-way in, gives it a nudge,
Tries again, but her hymen won’t budge!
She says “Have one more go.
Fucking just do it!” So
A man shouldn’t, of course, hold a grudge.
Hole-in-one
The best thing about having this hole in one,
Simply, is sex, on the whole, is fun!
Lovely to know
One’s golf partner or pro
Can with ease, after drinks, sink a hole-in-one!
Saying the right thing
Well, of course it felt strange; it would, clearly.
Still, it affected her queerly,
Up, deep inside.
“Yes, that’s lovely!” she lied,
Like a tummy upset, sort of, merely.