buggered – Pete's Limericks

Blessed are the meek

He was rough, quite the bully aggressor,
And yet it seemed not to distress her…
He caused her some pain,
But she didn’t complain,
When he buggered her, even, god bless her!

Heavens to Betsy

Betsy Jones is no sexual sluggard,
Prefers sex, in fact, when it’s rugged.
She likes being eaten,
And tied up and beaten
And doesn’t mind much being buggered.

Her personal Hell

In a hot, foetid corner of Hell,
She crouched, thinking “What’s worst? The damn smell?
Being buggered and raped,
By things monstrously shaped?
Or no drugs and no booze? Hard to tell.”

Bitter and twisted

“I don’t want to sound bitter and twisted,”
She said. “I’ve been fucked, I’ve been fisted,
Deep throated and buggered…
It’s been kind of rugged…
What’s left? Anything I’ve not listed?”

Encore une fois

“Oh! My goodness!” she gasped, blushing sweetly.
“Your cock fitted in me so neatly!
I’m tired and sore…
But let’s do it once more…
I’m still not… you know… buggered completely!”

When in Rome, do as the Romans do

Though her young heart would always be Zion’s,
A slave now, in Rome, clapped in irons,
Raped! Buggered, what’s more!
Might as well be a whore,
She despaired, as be fed to the lions!

Demerit points

Handsome rogue, with his bloody Mercedes,
His charm and his way with the ladies,
His ludicrous mirth!
Root whomever on Earth,
He’d be buggered, not least, down in Hades!

Sustainability

She’d been deep-throated, fucked of course, buggered;
God help her! The man was no sluggard!
And still going strong!
How much more, and how long?
As fucks go, this would rate as damn rugged!