At her boarding school, nights, in the dorm,
It was pretty much, frankly, the norm
That most girls shared a bed…
Well, we know where that led,
Though, most times, it was just to keep warm.
Rubbing her the wrong way
Back at school, girls gave other girls flowers,
And sometimes, at night, in the showers,
Rubbed each other’s cunts,
Tried to cum both at once
While we other girls watched and rubbed ours.
Between boyfriends
Between boyfriends, a bit of a drag,
With this guy she’s picked up, on a jag,
Some jock, just for the interim,
Not that much into him,
Someone to drink with and shag.
Omnibus
On the bus, when she noticed a draught,
She thought “Jesus! A girl must be daft!
Well, thank goodness I waxed!”
Then she shrugged and relaxed.
“Let them look if they want to!” she laughed.
Tedium
Bored and horny, she lounged about idly,
Blouse gaping, her thighs parted widely;
He looked up, a glance.
“Better put on some pants,
Or your cunt might catch cold,” he said snidely.
Playground romance
Tom or Billy? She couldn’t decide
Whom to sit in the playground beside,
Since whomever she chose
Might determine, God knows,
Which one rooted her later, she sighed.
Mother-daughter talk
She’d developed a lovely blonde thatch,
And nice cupcake-sized titties to match;
Then one day she said “Mummy,
I think cum’s quite yummy,
And fucking’s the best! What’s the catch?”
Prestidigitation
The poor girl couldn’t quite understand,
(Though, of course, he’d have had it all planned),
How she came to be nude,
On her back, being screwed,
By some subterfuge, some sleight of hand!
Fox and hounds
The hunt cancelled; too wet to be riding,
His lordship, besotted, presiding,
Called “Wench! You be the fox!
Tally ho! Out with cocks!
Her poor pussy, once caught, took a hiding!
The cut of his jib
A trained eye, she could tell at a glance,
From his stance, and the cut of his pants,
All about a man’s prick…
Was it long? Was it thick?
If he felt like a bit of romance!