The machine gleamed, a menacing sheen,
The huge cock part, at least, fairly clean …
But the pistons and gears!
The noise as it nears!
Too late! Strapped in place! None too keen.
Every dog has its day
The young Duchess, though naked still regal,
Indecently fondled her beagle.
Her Grace didn’t mind
His responding in kind,
Though improper, perverse and illegal!
Stockholm
She lay musing; the thing she detested
Was not so much being molested.
She had, yes, at first,
But what seemed now the worst,
Was the thought of him being arrested!
l.o.v.e.
The young baker’s girl kneaded her bun,
Pressed the dough on her pussy when done.
Would he know? Could he tell,
From the taste or the smell,
What a powerful spell she’d just spun?
Testing the boundaries
“Get your own tits out, can’t you?” he grumbles.
Inexpertly, cursing, he fumbles.
She shrugs off her bra.
“Help yourself! There they are,
But no touching my pussy!” she mumbles.
Vile seducer
He gazed into her limpid blue eyes,
Hotly whispered his well-practised lies,
His right hand on her breast,
While the left one caressed
Ever higher between her locked thighs!
Cubby-hole
He was twelve, a young larrikin, grubby,
She tomboyish, freckled and chubby;
With puberty came
A new edge to their games
Better secrets, holed up in their cubby!
Putting her money where her mouth is
Though she didn’t give head as a rule,
(She considered it sort of uncool),
She said, cueing her shot,
Just to sweeten the pot,
That she would, if he beat her at pool!
Naughty
Does she touch herself more than she ought?
“Am I some kind of sicko?” she thought,
Three fingers inside herself,
Almost beside herself!
God help her, though, if she’s caught!
Onomatopoeia
Then he whipped out his penis, flip-flop!
He was hung like a donkey! Clip-clop!
Could she get any wetter?
The sooner the better!
Wham-bam! Up her pussy! Slip-slop!