As a girl who’d grown up on a farm,
Teasing horses’ cocks, big as her arm,
Who’d got off on machines
Since her earliest teens,
Could a boy’s slim prick do her much harm?
Category: AO
Adults only
The rhythm of life
Young and innocent, blindly enamoured,
“I l… l… l… love you!” she stammered,
Her tits flapping round,
Her words drowned by the sound
Of her pussy (Thump! Slap!) being hammered!
Time and motion
He, like all men, has sex needs of course,
Satisfied without love or remorse;
Money, power, he’s found,
Keep the women around;
Tits and arses, a human resource.
Sleeping partner
“What a great arse! And such a sound sleeper!”
He thought, plunging into her deeper;
Nice tits, choice of holes,
Just like one of those dolls,
Or a proper girlfriend, only cheaper!
Good work ethic
Not a slut, though her morals are loose,
She puts out at the slightest excuse;
Great tits, arse, what the hell!
A damn girl might as well
Put the assets she’s got to good use!
Sweet fruit, thorny tree
Though her manner was certainly truculent,
Naked, he thought, she’d be succulent!
Virgin, no doubt.
He was casting about
For a more fitting ajective: fuckulent?
Mateship
We get drunk. My mate’s girlfriend is there.
They start fucking. I say “That’s not fair!
I’ve got no one to screw!”
He says “You fuck her too…
She’s got plenty of holes. We can share!”
Toy boy
When she plays with herself, as one does,
One hand cupped on her soft, springy fuzz,
In the other, her toy,
She imagines a boy…
Fingers fluttering, pussy abuzz!
Hope springs eternal
He was hard in her hand, so hope glimmered;
So horny, it seemed, but so timid!
While she, hot to trot …,
Would he fuck her or not?
Having come to the boil, she simmered!
Let down
He pressed into her big breasts and nuzzled;
Her milk flowed, he greedily guzzled.
“Bit odd!” she thought, bored,
But the fact he ignored
The best bits, down below, left her puzzled!