Her lace knickers, so flimsy and scanty,
Not panties quite, more just a panty,
And all that she wore!
He must fuck her, he swore!
(Which, of course, she would not have been anti!)
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The shy maid
She just nodded her head and smiled cutely,
Conveying quite plainly, though mutely,
A virtual shout,
He was left in no doubt,
She was up for a fuck, absolutely!
No regrets
Though, of course, she’d been thoroughly plastered,
He did take advantage, the bastard!
She could have said no,
Perhaps should have, although
It was fucking good fun, while it lasted!
Fatherly wisdom
“Look”, said Dad. “Ask her out! A few ales …
Just use my best line! Never fails!
She’ll root, I can tell!
Arse like that, bloody hell!
Leaves a trail of slime like a snail’s”!
The sins of the mother
God said no, but poor Kate wasn’t listening,
Legs spread, her young pussy glistening!
Lord! how she’d come!
“Wake up, girl!” called her Mum,
“We’ll be bloody well late for the christening!”
Bermuda triangle
She undressed; he was frankly appalled!
Her damn pussy was practically bald!
It looked weird, somehow,
A moustache, or a brow…
A Brazilian… whatever it’s called.
Shampoo
Mid-shampoo, temporarily blind,
She was grabbed by the tits from behind…
Well, she screamed, as you do…
Then said “What’s this? Guess who?”
What remarkable presence of mind!
Side-show Alley
The inside of a womb, or as dark as;
Outside, laughter, shouts of the barkers.
The lights came on then,
A small tent full of men,
On the stage some poor girl, dancing starkers.
Initiation
Being morally somewhat impaired,
She’d stripped naked, which just made him scared.
As she unzipped his fly,
Just a boy, he asked “Why?”
She hissed “Shut the fuck up!” Like she cared.
Besottedness
Bloody hell! That’s her copy-book blotted!
Damn fool, to have been so besotted!
Her Mum’s little cough!
Tits out, sucking him off!
She should just have said go and get knotted.