big tits – Pete's Limericks

Say please

She’s a flirt, and a slut, and a tease…
Now he’s got her there, nude, hands and knees,
Begging “Fuck this cunt, Sir!”
Which he will, of course… duh…
But just gives her big tits a hard squeeze.

Dispute settlement

Yep, that’s better, he thought… No more squabbling…
She’s down on her knees, fucking gobbling…
Been put in her place,
A man’s dick in her face
And her big floppy tits fucking wobbling.

Waltzing Matilda

Poor Matilda’s a bit of a frump,
And her buttocks and thighs are too plump.
She has pendulous tits,
And she’s subject to fits,
Still, she’s worth the occasional hump!

Guessing game

Within decency’s scrupulous bounds,
When a girl flaunts her huge buxom mounds,
It’s quite fun to assay,
By what methods one may,
Their net weight in both kilos and pounds.

Ripeness

She was neither too old, nor too young.
She had breasts long and firm and low-slung,
A great arse, not too big,
A cunt like a sliced fig,
Silky fingers and talented tongue!

Street fare

She wore rags, and was covered in grime,
But her body was something sublime:
Firm young breasts of great size,
And between her smooth thighs
Lay a cunt slick with succulent slime.

Counting her blessings

‘Neath the sensible warm winter vest
Of Miss Darcy there dangles a breast
Of such marvelous size
It brings tears to one’s eyes,
And the other? My God! She’s twice blessed!

Dauntless

For the big tits she shamelessly flaunted,
Miss Nelson was gawked at and taunted:
She had them tattooed
With designs bold and lewd,
And exposed them still, bravely undaunted.

Juicy fruits

A young lady I’ve seen at the beach
Has a bum like a succulent peach.
She has melon-like tits,
And there perkily sits
A plump cherry-ripe nipple on each!