Flaxen hair, dangling down to her knees,
Tits that begged come and give them a squeeze,
Sparkling china-blue eyes,
Milky porcelain thighs,
Pouting pussy lips, moistly cerise.
Devil may care
He just fucked her, just devil-may-carely,
A whim, but he thought fair and squarely.
She sulked for a while,
But gave in with a smile,
As they all did, excepting just rarely.
Vegan sex
For the want of a flesh and blood prick,
Something else, something longish and thick,
Hefty, smooth, with a bend
And a knob on its end…
A big aubergine might do the trick!
Capricornication
He was horned, hairy legged, cloven hooved,
His cock slimy and thick, ridged and grooved…
He smelt funky as hell
When they fucked… Truth to tell…
Kind of goatish, whatever that proved.
Provocateur
She was feeling a little provoked…
“Well for fucksake, my panties are soaked!
We been smoochin all night…”
She cried. “No more, alright?
Git yer cock out. I wanna get poked!”
If only
Poor girl, hands always clutching her crutch,
Sticking things in it, bottles and such…
A big cock best… if only!
Bored, sluttish and lonely,
Her fingers did help, but not much.
Faux pas
Look, she said, I don’t want to seem priggish…
Your conduct, however’s been piggish…
To tear off my dress…
Damned outrageous… but yes,
As you quite rightly said, your cock’s biggish.
Invading her personal space
She screamed “No!” The poor innocent wretch,
As she felt her poor pussy hole stretch…
Pushed and pulled, deep and wide,
His cock pounding inside…
“Your sweet arse next,” he growled, the damn lech!
A winning hand
Inch by inch his hand creeps up her stocking…
His thumb’s reached her panties… Eek! Shocking!
She gasps, rolls her eyes,
Knows her virginal thighs
And the boy’s will be soon interlocking.
Points for trying
Well, this ain’t gonna work, she thought, sighing,
The boy just half hard, almost crying,
His prick blindly stabbing,
His sweaty hands grabbing
Her tits… The poor bugger! At least he was trying