“What a nice juicy cunt,” he said, spitting,
And spreading her lips. “It seems fitting
To throw it a fuck
And, with moderate luck,
Your cute arsehole as well, time permitting.”
Author: pete
Arguing the toss
When he wanted a root, she got cross;
She said “Frankly, I don’t give a toss.
Well, I will, but that’s all,
Or I’ll suck it. Your call.
And if that doesn’t suit you, your loss!”
Counting tricks
Open-armed, open-mouthed, open-legged,
She’d said “Yes! Oh God, Yes!” Almost begged.
Pretty randy, you’d swear,
Bloody open misere,
Then she clammed up, the bitch, and reneged!
Ridden unsaddled
On all fours, harnessed, blinkered and straddled,
Her lovely plump arse being paddled;
With each slap she bucked,
More or less, thus, self- fucked,
And the poor girlie’s wits the more addled!
Less is more
He preferred women supple and slender,
Small-breasted, ambiguous gender,
Tight pussies like thimbles,
Pert arses on gimbals,
Their lips moistly pouting and tender.
One foggy night
“May I walk you home, miss?” he said , smiley.
“Why thank you!” she answered him shyly.
“The least I could do;
A fair maid such as you,
On the dark streets at night,” he said, slyly.
The eccentricities of the rich
The princess, known to be somewhat wacky,
Was caught being screwed by some lackey!
Though hushed up, of course,
And despite her remorse,
It did seem, nonetheless, rather tacky.
Double dare
She and Tom, wearin’ nary a stitch,
When her sister walked in, little bitch!
She said “Oohh! What yer doin!
I’m gonna tell Mum, you were screwin’!”
“Fuck you…” Tom said… “too, if you snitch!”
Confidentiality
She looked like she might root. Well, potentially.
“Yeah”, said his mate. “Confidentially,
See that big bloke?
He says he’s had a poke,
And she’s good, but a slut though, essentially.”
Forensic evidence
She woke naked, still sticky and smelly,
Cum-cakes on her tits and her belly,
Cum clots in her hair,
Three guys? Four? Did she care?
It had got kind of hard to keep tally!