Tangled pubic hair, springy and soft,
And a spicy, mysterious waft,
As she opened her thighs,
Moaning, closing her eyes…
He knocked softly, and nervously coughed.
Silent partner
In a corner, concealed, he lurks.
She undresses; he leers and smirks.
He imagines her shock,
Should she see his fat cock,
At which, watching, his sweaty hand jerks!
Feudal doodle
Women born back in times medieval,
Of violence, fear, upheaval,
Perhaps didn’t mind
Sex, rape, things of that kind,
Or if porridge contained the odd weevil.
Surprise party
She enjoys the strange games he devises.
What pleasure! What pain! What surprises!
She’s ordered to strip;
Will she suffer the whip?
Or his dildos, of all shapes and sizes!
Roped in
“Do you want a damn fuck or not, cowboy?
Or else, let a man show you how, boy.
This filly can buck!
Saddle up! Try your luck!
It’s free pussy,” she said. “Grab it now, boy!”
Supply and demand
“You’re a man, for whatever that’s worth,
Of which lately there’s been quite a dearth,
And a woman has needs,
Which a wise woman heeds,”
She said, cause, as they fucked, for great mirth!
No quitter
She’d imagined sex might be more splendid.
In fact, she was glad when it ended.
She’d do it again,
Though, with different men,
Just as soon as her pussy had mended.
Misfit
Susan didn’t conform to the norm
Of the girls in her class or her dorm…
But one girl… skin so white…
In whose bed, late at night,
They would kiss and make love, to keep warm.
Getting laity
Once religious, she’d lately recanted.
“You’ll burn in hell, girl!” the priest ranted.
A guy that she knew
Then agreed to a screw;
“Good, that’s out of the way too,” she panted.
Truth hurts
Though she’d thought his boast rather far-fetched,
The grim truth on her face was now etched,
As she grimaced and swore,
As he gained an inch more,
As her pussy was yet further stretched!