AO – Page 159 – Pete's Limericks

Near things

Though she’s had a few narrow escapes…
Pussy-grabbling, bum-pats, near-rapes…
Just by sheer, dumb luck,
Still no actual fuck…
Though that might just have been sour grapes.

The back story

His toe tickling her cunt as he paints,
Her face blissful, she comes… and she faints!
“What a stroke of good luck!”
He thinks, grabbing a fuck…
“She’ll do nicely for one of the saints.”

Oddity

At the moment the bloke shot his wad,
She herself felt decidedly odd…
The blood rushed to her head,
As she thrashed on the bed,
Screaming “Sweet fucking Jesus! Oh God!”

Reality sets in

When she married him, only nineteen,
It was blissful, you know what I mean?
Parties, laughs, sex all night…
Now it’s cook, clean, fuck, fight…
And the bills… and the baby to wean.

Meat

These guys know how to work a girl! Sweet!
In her mouth, in her pussy. Repeat.
Pretty hectic alright,
But an utter delight!
Like a sandwich in which she’s the meat!

Big night out

Lose the bra… how much tit to expose?
And the panties… the panty-line shows…
Yeah, that works. With some luck,
She might cop a nice fuck…
Maybe two… or a gang bang… who knows?

Dirty little hobby

I do things with men one shouldn’t mention,
She said. It relieves all my sexual tension…
Quite sordid, but fun,
And when all’s said and done,
Well, I’m just supplementing my pension.

Prank

Naked, thrown in a dungeon… Snap! Clank!
Cold and damp, she thought. What’s more it stank!
Bloody chained to the wall…
Just a bad joke, that’s all…
Then he turned, whip in hand… her heart sank!

Bespoke

Her cunt fitted his cock like a glove…
Soft kid leather… no push and no shove…
Like wet chamois inside,
He reflected, and sighed…
Lips like petals, rose-sweet, made for love!