She exclaimed “God! It’s awfully stuffy!”
Small tits… nipples rosy and puffy!
(She’d shrugged off her dress.)
(Well, not shy then, he’d guess!)
And her pussy hair… shiny and fluffy!
Author: pete
The human trampoline
A coquettish girl, blessedly-breasted!
“Fine bosom to bounce off!” he jested.
“That may well be so,”
She said. “Who’d ever know,
Since it’s bounciness hasn’t been tested?”
Pop goes the weasel
Flushed and wide-eyed, her pulse all aflutter,
“Be still, heart!” was all she could mutter.
He said “Should I stop?”
“Oh God! No!” … Then a POP!
In it slipped, like a hot knife through butter!
The missing spark
“Is it just simple boredom?” she queries.
In love for a month, then he wearies?
Unfaithful, God knows!
Still, at least, I suppose,
Not in parallel, only in series.”
Jumbo
“God!” she said. “Though one cannot dispute
That was rather a marvellous root,
(May I have some more wine?)
Your prick’s elephantine!
One was stretched like a hindoo mahout!”
A hard man is good to find
Dress and underwear tossed in a pile,
Panting, flushed, she exclaimed with a smile.
“That was awfully good!
I came hard, as one would!
When it’s been such a bloody long while!”
Yum!
He was not like most blokes. She was puzzled.
When licking her pussy, he guzzled,
Tongue-lashed her and chewed.
Nibble! Slurp! Was she food?
“Damn”, she thought. “The man ought to be muzzled!”
Getting over it
She’d been rooted and then cast aside;
The damn fellow, she thought, had a hide!
Still, no harm done at all,
Since his cock was quite small,
If the ones she’s had since are a guide.
Cherry blossom time
Cherry popped… and, of course, she’d survived!
They both laughed a bit, joked and high-fived.
“Did you come?”
She said “Yes,
And I guess, more or less,
If I ain’t coming still, I’ve arrived!”
Le petit mort
When she came, she came over all sickly;
Her eyes rolled up… “God!” she said thickly.
“I thought I might die!
That was great! Could you try…?
Can you…? Fuck! It all happened too quickly!”