“Come sit down, warm yourself by the fire…
I don’t bite,” he said, the damn liar,
His hand on her thigh,
As she started to cry,
As his fingers crept higher and higher.
Saturday night in the convent
One must make one’s own fun when one’s cloistered…
The good sisters drunkenly roistered…
One poor sister, young,
Naked, poked as she hung
On a cross she’d been tied to and hoisted.
Fun and games
Small and skinny, but boy, what a fighter!
A kicker and screamer, a biter!
And calling him names…
It’s just one of their games…
But her pussy, clenched, couldn’t be tighter!
Tough love
He chomps down on her tit, has a suckle,
Rubs hard on her clit with his knuckle…
Fist punching her womb…
And she’s cumming…Tish! Boom!
“At your service,” he says, with a chuckle.
Best forgotten
Her first romance, alas, was ill fated…
He fucked her the first time they dated…
Drunk, back to a wall…
Far as she could recall…
Up her arse… that was what she’d most hated.
On tenterhooks
He had some sort of nasty invention,
For hanging her, trussed, in suspension,
Her bottom exposed…
His intent, she supposed,
To do things much too frightful to mention!
Some mothers
At sixteen, he still sleeps with his Mummy,
Still sucks on her tits, which are yummy…
He’d sleep with aunt…
Mummy says though, he can’t…
While she’s sucking his dick like a dummy!
Sensibility
Though she knew she was merely stalling,
She did find sex faintly appalling…
Undignified, crude,
Even just being nude…
And subjecting herself to such mauling!
The lucky prince
Poor sweet, pretty, petite Cinderella,
Fed scraps, made to sleep in the cellar…
Beneath her rags though,
Perky tits, white as snow,
And a cunt like a small pink umbrella!
Fit for purpose
“Oh for fucksake!” she yelled, a bit stroppy,
Mid-gang bang, her arse and cunt sloppy,
“It ain’t gonna fit!
Just jerk off on my tit…
Your damn cock’s fuckin half fuckin floppy!”