AO – Page 245 – Pete's Limericks

The party circuit

Statuesque, and attractively shaped,
Satin ball-gown seductively draped,
She sipped champagne and schmoozed,
Keeping rich men amused,
Later on, to be, more or less, raped.

The goose and the gander

He was not so much pissing as hosing,
His organ distinctly imposing!
She shouldn’t have looked.
God! Her goose would be cooked,
When he fucked her with that! (Just supposing.)

The game

Though he’d said he’d pull out when he came,
He said “Oops! I forgot.” Pretty lame!
So… a few anxious weeks.
Bloody liars and sneaks!
Still, she figured, all part of the game.

Pause for thought

In her pussy (most times), or her bum,
Or her mouth, pretty often. (Well, yum!)
Am I just, she thought, sceptical,
Some damn receptacle,
Some place to empty his cum?

Young love

They were still in their teens when it started,
Just kids, sailing waters uncharted.
First kiss, roving hands,
And now this! There he stands,
And she, naked, moist labia parted!

His saving grace

The damn fellow by whom she’d been pestered,
By whom, in fact, one night molested,
She told “Though it’s moot,
If you weren’t a good root
I’d have probably had you arrested!”

The balance of evidence

She made love with commendable zeal;
What’s more, too, to judge by her squeal,
Her twitching and such,
And her cunt’s spastic clutch,
When she came, it was possibly real!

Accosted

Sidling up to him, tiddly, well-liquored,
She purred, “Wanna do somethin’ wicked?”
Her tits brushed his arm,
As he blushed in alarm.
The damn slut, known by all as loose-knickered!