Her claim, frankly, was hard to discount,
That she’d managed to make him dismount,
When he’d barely begun,
And, when all’s said and done,
Just the knob getting in doesn’t count!
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The tingle
She was eighteen, a virgin and single;
The boy made her lower parts tingle.
The kissing was great,
And she just couldn’t wait
For their sexual juices to mingle.
Pink
She was randy, immoral and fickle;
She loved a good internal tickle.
A touch or sly wink
Made her breathless and pink,
And a kiss made her warm pussy trickle.
The rose
When a woman’s a joy to behold
Better still if she’s lusty and bold,
With a cunt like a glove,
To fall into in love,
Round which petal-like labia fold.
F minus
Though the fellow was ready and willing,
As fucks go, it wasn’t so thrilling:
The boy did his best,
But, when put to the test,
It was plain that he needed upskilling.
Birds and bees
Though she’d heard of the birds and the bees,
Boys and babies and social disease,
Nonetheless, she felt funny…
Her fanny was runny…
She sighed, and she parted her knees.
Manners do matter
Though the girl was an unashamed tease,
When he begged for a root, and said “please”,
She took something like pity,
Exposed some more titty,
And gave his poor hard-on a squeeze.
Stirred, not shaken
Though the size of it made her uneasy,
And though she felt sluttish and sleazy,
She’d rather have died
Than not have it inside,
Though the stirring-about made her queasy.
The wombat (eats, roots and leaves)
She was broad of backside and big-titted,
A nice girl, though rather dim-witted.
That men had their way with her,
Then didn’t stay with her,
Left her confused and embittered.
Tall story
On her flushed face a grimace was etched,
As her pussy was pushed, pulled and stretched.
Though it hurt her like hell,
She could not wait to tell
Her best girlfriend (who’d think it far-fetched.)