He liked girls, and he liked a selection,
But felt neither love nor affection.
A girl was a doll,
Something soft, with a hole
Into which he could stick his erection.
Category: AO
Adults only
Impure thoughts
As the young parson spoke, her thoughts drifted,
Their eyes met, she blushed, the scene shifted;
The dark parish hall,
She against the cold wall,
With each stroke she was moved and uplifted!
Uninvited guest
Silent partner
In a corner, concealed, he lurks.
She undresses; he leers and smirks.
He imagines her shock,
Should she see his fat cock,
At which, watching, his sweaty hand jerks!
Surprise party
She enjoys the strange games he devises.
What pleasure! What pain! What surprises!
She’s ordered to strip;
Will she suffer the whip?
Or his dildos, of all shapes and sizes!
Roped in
“Do you want a damn fuck or not, cowboy?
Or else, let a man show you how, boy.
This filly can buck!
Saddle up! Try your luck!
It’s free pussy,” she said. “Grab it now, boy!”
Supply and demand
“You’re a man, for whatever that’s worth,
Of which lately there’s been quite a dearth,
And a woman has needs,
Which a wise woman heeds,”
She said, cause, as they fucked, for great mirth!
No quitter
She’d imagined sex might be more splendid.
In fact, she was glad when it ended.
She’d do it again,
Though, with different men,
Just as soon as her pussy had mended.
Misfit
Susan didn’t conform to the norm
Of the girls in her class or her dorm…
But one girl… skin so white…
In whose bed, late at night,
They would kiss and make love, to keep warm.
Truth hurts
Though she’d thought his boast rather far-fetched,
The grim truth on her face was now etched,
As she grimaced and swore,
As he gained an inch more,
As her pussy was yet further stretched!