She’d developed a lovely blonde thatch,
And nice cupcake-sized titties to match;
Then one day she said “Mummy,
I think cum’s quite yummy,
And fucking’s the best! What’s the catch?”
Author: pete
Prestidigitation
The poor girl couldn’t quite understand,
(Though, of course, he’d have had it all planned),
How she came to be nude,
On her back, being screwed,
By some subterfuge, some sleight of hand!
Fox and hounds
The hunt cancelled; too wet to be riding,
His lordship, besotted, presiding,
Called “Wench! You be the fox!
Tally ho! Out with cocks!
Her poor pussy, once caught, took a hiding!
The cut of his jib
A trained eye, she could tell at a glance,
From his stance, and the cut of his pants,
All about a man’s prick…
Was it long? Was it thick?
If he felt like a bit of romance!
Apple of his eye
Through the stained glass, the light fell to dapple
Her splendid young bosom, in chapel,
Delicious temptation
To cohabitation,
With which Father Riley must grapple!
A different yardstick
“Well!” he crowed. “That was awfully good!”
“Do you think so?” she said. “Well, you would!
But I must beg to differ;
The larger, the stiffer,
The better! So I’d understood.”
The power of positive thinking
Like replacing a cork, bit by bit,
Lots of grunting and plenty of spit,
He at last got it in,
Bone to bone, skin to skin,
Though she’d thought her poor pussy would split!
Fandango
Mama told her “Child, learn the fandango.”
“Maybe,” she replied. “Where’s the mango?”
“Your mouth,” said her her mum,
“Or your pussy or bum,
Anywhere that he wants to, or can go!”
Moral dilemma
She began to get flustered and stressed,
Once he’d kissed her, and fondled her breast.
Should she give him a suck?
Would he still want to fuck?
Should she go home, or just get undressed?
The centre of attention
Just to tease, drive him wild, to be mean,
Skirt hitched up, so it all could be seen,
She smiled, parted her thighs,
As she watched, as his eyes
Fixed upon the pink parts in between!