“Fuck her pussy, then give her a flip,”
Said his Dad. “And son, don’t take no lip!
Do her butthole as well!
Though she’ll buck and she’ll yell,
God gave women them titties to grip!”
Brothers in arms
“Get her panties off. That’s half the battle!
Don’t waste time on small talk and prattle.”
His brother advised.
“While she’s actin’ surprised,
Fuck her hard, buddy, make her teeth rattle!”
Hello sailor
“”Hello sailor!” The tart called. “Ahoy!”
He walked over, surprisingly coy.
“You got such a nice bum,”
He said. “Lovely for some.
What a pity you ain’t a nice boy!”
In uncertain light
God! She’d not even thought to enquire,
Half-drunk, by the flickering fire!
Well fucked, but by whom?
She’d been led to assume
By Sir Hugh, (but in fact by his squire!)
Naive
The poor girl, so naive and so shy,
When he fondled her, thought that she’d die!
When he whipped out his cock!
In her state of mute shock,
She could not even think to think “why?”
Self-education
Fingers flying and moaning, heart drumming,
Her pearly young clitoris thrumming,
Yes! Yes! No, not quite!
She at last got it right,
And was gushingly, blushingly cumming!
Beyond reasonable doubt
If he’d fucked her, that night, as she claimed,
(As he had), could a fellow be blamed?
She’d flashed tit in the bar,
Sucked his cock in the car;
Why was she not called out, named and shamed?
The facts of life
“When one’s bored in one’s marriage, one cheats,”
Said her mother. “Some petty deceits
Are entailed, of course,
Lest it end in divorce.
And for God’s sake, do change the damn sheets!”
Because it’s there?
The butt-hole (viz: the anal canal),
Using plenty of lubricant gel,
Or some butter, or spit,
Is a pretty good fit,
If you don’t mind the mess, and the smell.
Thanksgiving
Too late to back out now, committed!
She’s said yes. How bloody dim-witted!
Two big, hard cocks poking her,
One near-choking her!
Trussed like a turkey, and spitted!