“Please don’t cum in my pussy,” she said,
“I can jerk you or suck you instead…
You are not of my class…”
So, deep throat, then her arse,
Then her cunt… that’s her fuckin’ well bred!
The human race
“Men,” she said, “are just human resources.
Why marriages, nasty divorces?
Just fuck them and leave…
Want to know my pet peeve?
It’s that more of them aren’t hung like horses!”
Opportunity knocking
When he threatened to rape her she wept…
Still a virgin, quite pure… except
She had impure thoughts…
And his offer… of sorts…
She should gratefully, maybe, accept.
Vanilla
Ultimatum, a line in the sand…
She said “Fucking you’s terribly bland,
Nothing kinky, no force…
Let’s just bloody divorce…
I’d much rather just get off by hand!”
She gives as good as she gets
She could be quite the slut, when it suited,
Could drain a man dry, it was mooted…
Preferred them well hung,
Big and black, bullish, young…
Predilections extreme and deep rooted!
The thick of it
They’d made love, hard and hot, wet and steamily…
“God! That was good!” she sighed, dreamily.
“What a nice prick…
Nice and long, nice and thick…
As she lay there, her cunt oozing creamily.
Rite of passage
A girl’s first fuck is never the best
True words, too often spoken in jest…
There she lay, young and titless…
He’d fucked her damn witless…
“I must be a slut now,” she guessed.
A bit harsh
“Did you fuck other women before me?”
She muttered…. “You fucking well bore me!
Did I fuck men? Yeah!
And I didn’t damn care
If some loser like you fucking saw me!”
Low expectations
Got his first bit of crumpet, sly dog
At the pub, in a stall in the bog…
Fuckin stud! He thought smugly…
She ain’t fuckin ugly…
Way better than just a sly snog!
The daughter
“I been touched up before, but not rode…
My pa’s waitin a tad, till I’m growed,”
She said. “Damn but, no lie,
Fuckin’s better’n pie!
I’d of done it before, if I’d knowed “