Her first romance, alas, was ill fated…
He fucked her the first time they dated…
Drunk, back to a wall…
Far as she could recall…
Up her arse… that was what she’d most hated.
Tag: anal
Nervous titter
“Look, I ain’t gettin twisted and bitter,”
She said, with a weak little titter.
“I like a good root…
Even rough, yeah, but shoot!
I ain’t never been fucked up me shitter!”
Plan A
As she works on her all-over tan,
She thinks God! Gotta get me a man!
Hit the bars, strut my stuff…
Cop a root… a bit rough…
Maybe up the arse… Sounds like a plan.
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!
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!
Swap meet
“We can both fuck you, right?
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Head or pussy?” says one. “Who goes where?”
“And my arse too, okay?”
She says. “Any which way…
Take your pick, take your time. Swap and share!”
Tough love
When he’d fucked her hard, balls-deep and rough,
“Spread your arse!” he said, mean-like and tough…
“I ain’t finished yet, bitch!”
“Arse or cunt, don’t mind which…
Just spit first,” she said, calling his bluff.
Love hurts
She remained resolutely enamoured…
“I l-l-l-love you!” she stammered,
Not even appalled
By her tits being mauled,
And her poor pretty arse being hammered!
A cock has no conscience
Though their romance was still only nascent,
She’d somehow become too complacent…
She lay on her front…
His cock nosed at her cunt…
But plunged into the hole that’s adjacent!
Indiscriminate
Not a slut, but a bit unrefined…
You can fuck her in front or behind.
Black, white, whatever size,
Should the question arise,
She’ll most likely be that way inclined.