Hard to say; was one awful bit worst?
He at least used a condom… It burst.
Then the louse, bold as brass,
Stuck his cock up her arse…
Without pausing to even spit first!
Tag: anal
Wrong place, wrong time
They’ve been rooting for almost two weeks.
He tries anal. “No way, man!” she shrieks.
“Ain’t it just self-explanatory?
Butt-fucks ain’t sanitary!
Right? Then your damn asshole leaks!”
Fashionista
Yeah, she knows anal’s cool, all the fashion,
But when he first tried, she went ashen,
And told him “Fuck! No!”
Now she does it, although
With her teeth gritted, not with great passion.
Out of her comfort zone
Naked, helpless, she’d panicked at first.
Pussy, anal, her mouth! How she’d cursed!
Fucked by so many men!
But right into it then…
Though the mob had already dispersed.
Sneaky
Her seducer was, well, pretty sneaky.
She found anal sex a bit freaky.
She wasn’t to know,
All those years ago,
That her asshole would now be so leaky.
Terms of reference
Virgin? She? Could he be more exact?
Did he mean the straight sexual act?
She’d screwed anally, orally;
Could she still, morally,
Claim still to be, for a fact?
Getting off, getting on
To delay the onset of dementia,
Some playful erotic adventure
Works well, so it’s said;
Anal sex, giving head,
Useful tip: Ladies, take out your denture!
Fun and games
It was fun, she supposed, while it lasted.
Great sex! All those tricks that he’d mastered;
The massage, the games,
Being called filthy names,
And the anal of course, too, the bastard!
Hard to please
Though she tried hard to please, did her utmost,
He called her a slut, but what cut most
Was not what he said,
But that though she gave head
And liked sex, he still fancied her butt most!
Indulgence
The monks fucked Sister Joan on a roster,
Reciting, meanwhile Pater Noster;
Mouth, bottom as well!
Would she then burn in Hell?
Or was God, like the monks, an imposter?