So compliant, responsive and supple!
A pity to have to uncouple!
He’d fucked her five ways;
They lay spent, in a daze,
Post-orgasmic bliss, joint and quintuple!
Full-filling
She reached back and jiggled her hand, which,
Of course, caused his cock to expand, which
He rubbed on her bum
And, in front, soon to come
His friend’s cock; she the meat in their sandwich!
The heiress
Much as Father and Mother had cavilled,
She smoked, drank, had sex with men, travelled;
As if to embarrass,
She fucked in Rome, Paris…
Their plans (college, marriage) unravelled!
Coming attraction
She’d sucked, nibbled the tip, rubbed her lips with it,
Brushed her bush, pussy and hips with it;
“Big boy!” A smile.
We can fuck in a while,
But right now I’m just coming to grips with it!”
Nursery rhyme
Tuesday next is the first anniversary;
Twelve months since, however cursory,
After the bar,
They had sex in his car…
He could fuck her right now… in the nursery!
Afterthought
She was feeling decidedly fraught;
She had not behaved quite as she ought.
To have just acquiesced!
Let him fondle her breast!
She should never touch sherry or port!
Her rude fellow man
She’d have thought that it wouldn’t have mattered,
To go out ungloved and unhatted…
Abused, roughly used,
She lay naked, confused,
All her faith in humanity shattered!
Sticking his nose in
Sniffing pussies is strange, but no felony;
Young girls he thought of as melony,
Faint tones of rose…
Someone’s dad broke his nose,
And now, try as he might, he can’t smell any!
Love, ostensibly
Getting drunk, passing out… not too sensible.
Groping her tits… reprehensible.
Yes, she was cute…
But to slip her a root?
Understandable, though indefensible!
Photocopy 1
Nice big boobs; bigger would have been floppier!
Giggling, she turns on the copier,
Presses her tits on it,
Turns round and sits on it;
Naughtier still, and much sloppier!