Well! At first sight, of course, she’d recoiled,
Felt cheapened, exploited and soiled!
A fucking-machine?
Was it safe? Was it clean?
God! She hoped that big cock was well oiled!
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Bravado
Though she’d promised to not peek, she’d lied.
“It would make a grown girl weep!” she’d cried.
“Like a battering ram!
Call me foolish. I am!
“But I want it,” God knows, “deep inside!”
A nose for trouble
As the previous night came back, hazily,
God! She’d behaved a bit crazily!
All those big cocks,
In her mouth, in her box,
Even, possibly, too, (sniffle), nasally!
The truth about Helen of Troy
“Oh my God, Paris darling!” sighed Helen.
“Your cock! You must cum by the gallon!
I want it, of course!
My own big Trojan horse!
I don’t care if I split like a melon!”
Omar the tent-maker
Quite a well-endowed chap, was young Omar;
Too well! Virgin still, Well, so far!
Though most girls just said no,
She said “Give it a go,
Maybe using your cock like a crowbar.”
Industrial strength
She had pretty much nought but a smile on,
A wisp of silk (maybe just nylon).
He walked through the door,
Dropped his jeans on the floor,
Balls like apples, a cock like a pylon!
The power of positive thinking
Like replacing a cork, bit by bit,
Lots of grunting and plenty of spit,
He at last got it in,
Bone to bone, skin to skin,
Though she’d thought her poor pussy would split!
Morbid curiosity
He was just so damn huge! A gorilla!
Like out of some shlock-horror thriller!
Heart racing, in shock…
My God! Look at his cock!
But suppose he’s some serial killer?
Stretching the truth
Fuck!” she said to her friend, “I’m no squib,
But his cock was enormous, no fib!
Dislocated my jaw,
Wrecked my pussy! What’s more,
I suspect that it’s busted my rib!”
Backhanded compliment
Did the damn woman mean to be humorous?
“God!” she said. “Though I’ve seen numerous
Cocks in my day,
That huge thing, I must say,
Takes the cake! Is it possibly tumorous?”