The poor tearful girl said “Oh crumbs!
Giving hand jobs I’m simply all thumbs!
I don’t mind giving head,
But I do have this dread,
I might vomit, perhaps, when he comes!”
Author: pete
Double trouble
The poor girl had been terribly wronged;
She’d said put it back where it belonged,
And then in walked his twin,
With a lecherous grin;
The attack, when it came, was two-pronged!
Bad to worse
This, it seemed was her fate, or her curse:
To be loved by a man who’s perverse;
Making love, (though he pays),
In unnatural ways,
Or not rooting at all, so much worse!
Better to have loved and lost
To just fuck her and leave did seem callous,
Not done though, she thought, out of malice.
The man was a brute,
But it was a good root!
All her girlfriends were terribly jealous.
Doing the sums
What to do? She was flat, stoney broke!
“Get a pimp!” said her friend. Just a joke.
But when down on your luck,
Say two hundred a fuck …
Not too bad, just for rooting some bloke.
Getting her head around it
At the thought that they almost broke up,
She could feel herself sort of choke up.
She rolled over in bed;
Should she give him some head?
Get his cock hard, before he woke up?
Elasticity of demand
“Just push harder!” she murmured, damn sweetly.
“I want that big cock in completely!
You think it won’t fit?
Let me give it more spit,
And I promise it will, very neatly!”
Tactless
The tart’s vulgar words stung like a slap,
Prick so hard, if it bent it might snap,
As he stood there and stared,
Frankly just a bit scared.
“Whatcha waitin’ for, kid? Want a map?”
Twixt the cup and the lip
Call them labia, pussy lips, flaps
Big or small, mostly kept under wraps,
Yes, they look pretty nice,
Though a hole would suffice,
Window dressing, or garnish, perhaps.
Taking life as it comes
It was dirty and crude, but so thrilling!
No expert, but still she was willing.
His cock down her throat,
Chances pretty remote,
When she swallowed his cum, of none spilling!