Fungi, viruses, prions, bacteria,
Cunts are a germ cafeteria!
Look, but don’t touch!
Just jerk off or some such,
While you stare at its tempting exterior.
Category: AO
Adults only
Not a good look
Though she didn’t throw up (only just),
Her self pity and guilt and disgust
Were made worse by the mess
His cum made of her dress,
Now dried out to a silvery crust!
Getting to the point
He was hung like a horse, so she heard,
She invited him in, undeterred.
First a gin, to relax,
And then down to tin tacks;
Arse or pussy? Whiche’er he preferred!
Not her day
Hard to say; was one awful bit worst?
He at least used a condom… It burst.
Then the louse, bold as brass,
Stuck his cock up her arse…
Without pausing to even spit first!
Cherry picking
She seemed not to mind too much undressing;
A virgin, perhaps, he was guessing,
A bit shy, not very,
And losing her cherry
Not something she found too distressing.
Lone wolf
He was hard to get on with, a loner,
The girl spoiled, dumb, and a moaner.
He should have called quits,
But the curve of her tits,
And her arse gave him such a damn boner!
Choirgirl
A young choirgirl, basically moral,
Got into a quite nasty quarrel,
With some rude bitch who
Said that everyone knew
Her main talent was oral, not choral!
Out in the open
She was caught naked, fucking outdoors;
When asked why, she just said “Just because …
Fucking life’s such a bore!
Why not act like a whore?
And if that doesn’t suit you, up yours!”
The simple life
In them hills, life’s all beer and skittles;
Ma cooks, Pa drinks moonshine and whittles.
No TV, no light,
So they jist fuck all night.
All a man needs is pussy and victuals!
Dashed hopes
The poor girl sat at home and just moped.
She’d been kissed, promised things, squeezed and groped;
She’d have rooted him too,
If he’d asked. All too true!
How she wished that she had, then eloped!