She’d been deep-throated, fucked of course, buggered;
God help her! The man was no sluggard!
And still going strong!
How much more, and how long?
As fucks go, this would rate as damn rugged!
Category: AO
Adults only
Penny dreadful
In a laneway, behind the school fence,
In a dunny, the Ladies or Gents,
She’d go down on a bloke,
Even give him a poke,
And all just for a handful of pence!
Moulting pussy
Something’s wrong with her cunt. Is she moulting?
A few straggly hairs… it’s revolting!
The rest of her’s good;
He could fuck her. He should,
But, in fact, he just feels like bolting!
A bit jaded
God she’s sick of men! Bloody chartreuse!
Bondage, so-called erotic art, spurs,
All their sick, creepy fun,
Then, their orgasm done,
They roll off, when she’s still to start hers!
Omar the tent-maker
Quite a well-endowed chap, was young Omar;
Too well! Virgin still, Well, so far!
Though most girls just said no,
She said “Give it a go,
Maybe using your cock like a crowbar.”
Industrial strength
She had pretty much nought but a smile on,
A wisp of silk (maybe just nylon).
He walked through the door,
Dropped his jeans on the floor,
Balls like apples, a cock like a pylon!
Lies and damn lies
Her predicament grew rather dire:
His hand up her dress, moving higher!
“Oh Jesus!” she cried,
Panties tugged to one side.
“I’ll just put in the tip.” Bloody liar!
In praise of older women
She drank more, her tits sagged, she got beamier;
Sex with her, though, just got steamier!
Dissolute, true,
But by God, she could screw!
Still, her life, plagued by scandal, grew seamier.
Second thoughts
She regretted it, soon as she spoke,
Said “Alright then, okay” to this bloke,
When she should have said no,
But he’s fucked her now, so
Her consent’s a bit hard to revoke.
Floppy
The IT girl his start-up’s recruited
He met at some bar and he rooted,
And just now again,
And again, if and when
He can get his damn hard drive rebooted!