Bloody hell! Did it it get any better?
Big tits bulging under her sweater,
That camel-toe too!
And her pussy, he knew,
Couldn’t possibly be any wetter!
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The eavesdropper
When she overheard being discussed
Over port, by the men, her large bust,
What they’d do, if they could,
(Would they? What if they should?)
She felt strangely inflamed, though nonplussed!
Running the gauntlet
The damn boys at her school! They’re all shockers!
They hang in the hall, by the lockers,
And point and guffaw…
So damn hard to ignore,
Saying crude things about her big knockers!
With the benefit of experience
Bit stand-offish, a trifle reserved,
No spring chicken, but still well preserved,
Nice big natural tits;
Yes, a fellow admits,
A good rooting would be well deserved!
Teacher’s pet (he wishes!)
“You should see our new teacher!” says I.
“Got an arse what could make a man cry!
When she bends down or sits!
And them bloody great tits!
If she turned round, she’d knock out your eye!”
Being fruitful and multiplying
Being pregnant, she soon lost her figure,
But still, as her belly got bigger,
Her tits did as well,
She was horny as hell,
And still fucked with commendable vigour!
Elasticity of demand
The fuck, frankly, was not that fantastic;
Her big tits turned out to be plastic,
But boy! What a fit!
And he had to admit
She was certainly enthusiastic!
Imperfect recollection
Were her panties silk? Maybe just cotton.
Her tits? Were they big? He’d forgotten.
She’d seemed keen enough,
But it must have been bluff.
She’d cried after. He’d felt a bit rotten.
Americana 4
She works nights at some greasy-spoon diner.
Ain’t told the boss she’s still a minor.
Ain’t got no degree,
What you get’s what you see,
Just big tits and a cosy vagina.
Facing up to it
She was friendly, good-looking, but dumb;
Pretty face and great tits, a nice bum.
Once he’d got her undressed,
Though she did do her best…
When he came… she was all overcome!