Between pangs of regret, and of guilt
On each stroke he plunged in to the hilt.
It was wrong, but felt right,
And so warm and so tight,
As he flooded her womb with his milt.
Author: pete
The secret
Her breasts hurt and continued to grow,
And her belly was starting to show.
If she wore baggy shirts,
And loose dresses and skirts,
Would her teacher or Mum or Dad know?
How far?
When they kissed, she felt funny, below;
She considered how far she should go.
Maybe squeezing her breast
Might be okay, she guessed;
Should she fondle or suck his cock, though?
Her pride and joy
A young girl’s pride and joy is her muff;
Long and curly, or bristle, or fluff,
Trimmed to heart-shape or maybe
Shaved smooth as a baby,
With tattoos too, often enough!
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Tough love
She was randy, perverted and tough:
She liked sex to be painful and rough.
Bondage, torture, the works,
Were, to her, mere quirks,
Just so long as they stopped short of snuff!
The big oh
As he entered her, she exclaimed “Oh!”
It felt strange, as it went to and fro,
Then decidedly good,
So she thought that she should
Just relax more, and go with the flow.
God bless her
Called to bless her, the scurrilous priest
Eyed the pretty girl, not long deceased.
He would later confess
He looked under her dress,
And caressed her cold nipples, the beast!
The crease
Between women’s smooth thighs is a crease,
With, above and around it, a fleece,
And, within it, soft lips,
From which oozes and drips
A sweet nectar! Will wonders not cease!
Wanting
In the end she gave in, for some peace.
Would the man’s want for sex never cease?
Better let him fuck her
Than, as young as they were,
His own daughter, or neighbour, or niece.
The joke
She’d been fingered and fucked, rubbed and poked;
“Can you do that deep-throat thing?” he joked,
And, not wishing to lie,
She said “No, but I’ll try”,
So she did, and she damn near choked!