She’d been saying how big was his phallus;
She showed them her clitoral callus!
Her girlfriends all screamed,
But of course they all dreamed
Of big cocks, and the twats were just jealous!
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The Friars of Bath
The good friars of Bath, I’m afraid,
Have assaulted the scullery maid!
The sods rogered her merrily,
Yea, in ways, verily,
Too, that the Bible forbade!
The food of love
The damn wench was a schoolboy’s wet dream!
Her complexion all peaches and cream,
Silken dress, light and summery,
Tits like pink flummery !
Sex for dessert, it would seem!
Ground hog lay
Web-based porn’s great! That can’t be refuted.
Point, click, and the gangbang’s rebooted;
The girl’s on her knees,
Looking sweet as you please,
Then click PLAY, and she’s being re-rooted!
Afters
A good dinner. he’d picked up the tab.
She kissed good … squeeze her tits? Go the grab?
If she didn’t object,
Was it fair to expect
She’d not mind if a bloke had a stab?
Innovation
Fucking other girls wasn’t the same.
A plain root, somehow, now seemed so tame!
Whips and chains, nasty toys…
Other girls, other boys …
She did things that perhaps had no name!
Cock and bull
Mum said “Darling, a word to the wise.
Men go on about cocks and their size,
How their own, so they claim,
Puts a donkey to shame!
In their dreams, love. It’s mostly all lies!”
Automation
Well! At first sight, of course, she’d recoiled,
Felt cheapened, exploited and soiled!
A fucking-machine?
Was it safe? Was it clean?
God! She hoped that big cock was well oiled!
Bravado
Though she’d promised to not peek, she’d lied.
“It would make a grown girl weep!” she’d cried.
“Like a battering ram!
Call me foolish. I am!
“But I want it,” God knows, “deep inside!”
First date
Her first date! Her mum whispered “Now, Bessie,
He seems nice. His outfit’s quite dressy,
But, suit or no suit,
He’ll be wanting a root,
Which, you’ll find, will be terribly messy!”