The old bastard was foul mouthed and sleazy.
His foreskin was rancid and cheesy…
She thought “Fuck. Okay.
A day’s work, a day’s pay…
Yep, she’d suck him, although she felt queasy.”
His for the asking
When he grabbed her, she took him to task…
“Dude, like what’s with the knife and the mask?
Put that damn shit away!
But don’t go, you can stay…
Want to fuck me? You only need ask!”
Passing fancy
It’s a dull life, it seems, academia,
Pen-pushing, nothing much seamier.
Sometimes, with luck,
A young woman to fuck ,
For a pass… up the arse… somewhat steamier!
Con-text
She was kind of annoyed and perplexed…
A cute guy from her school sent a text,
And they flirted a bit,
Then he said “Show some tit…”
And she did, though she thought, “Fuck, what’s next?”
Sacrifice
Though he’d given up fucking for Lent,
This young pussy was damn heaven sent,
Father Riley opined…
Sure and God wouldn’t mind…
A small sin, and he’d later repent.
Blood kin
When Jed fucked his young sister, she bled…
“Lucky, ain’t it, we fucked in the shed,”
He said. “What a darn mess…
Ma’d of found out, I guess,
If we did what we did in yer bed.”
Mind over matter
Gagged and blindfolded, muffled and blind,
Being fucked from in front and behind,
Hogtied, naked, exposed…
Could be worse, she supposed,
Than just this… which she didn’t much mind.
Dripping
The poor cook was forever on guard,
Since his lordship was constantly hard…
Tits kept well out of sight
Arse and pussy kept tight,
Ready greased with some dripping or lard.
Perspective
“Gosh, it’s awfully big,” she said cutely…
“Too big!” she cried, quite astutely.
“Impressive… but shit…
I don’t think it will fit!”
“Oh it will…” he said. “Yes, absolutely!”
Pixie and Dixie
Little tits, boyish bum, like a pixie,
Talks dirty, all cutesy and tricksy,
Cunt fits like a glove…
God, he thinks. I’m in love!
And I ain’t fuckin’ whistlin’ Dixie