“Not a whisper!” his husky voice rasped;
Her big breasts in two strong hands were grasped;
Just whose hands, she’d no notion…
In one fluid motion,
He thrust in his cock, as she gasped!
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Pitch perfect
At the sight of his cock she went ashen,
But such was the pitch of her passion,
She figured, “Well, shit”
And, although a tight fit,
She still got it in, after a fashion.
Offeratory
Though she sings in the church and loves Jesus,
Disrobing, she afterwards teases
The cock of the priest,
Which, when firm and uncreased,
She allows him to put where he pleases.
Misgivings
She was in the end, just a bit, peeved,
Convinced, quietly, she’d been deceived.
He’d said women of class
Loved a cock up their arse;
She was hurt, sore, and somewhat aggrieved.
Well adjusted
She thought sex, at first, vile and disgusting,
But felt she was slowly adjusting.
In fact she now found
That she’d wrap her flaps round
Any cock that she could without busting!
Peeping Tom
Naked, sprawled she lay blissfully sleeping;
He crouched at the door, panting, peeping,
His cock in his hand,
But would she understand
That his love for her brought him there, creeping?
Forbidden fruit
Their affair was clandestine, illicit;
Consent, on her part, was implicit.
They kissed and caressed,
His hand fondled her breast,
If he took out his cock, she might kiss it!
Knee-deep
Though his cock dangled down to his knees,
He got most of it in , by degrees,
Then with one mighty thrust,
All the rest, only just,
A breath-taking, eye-watering squeeze!
Deep and meaningful
She regretted her virtue gone cheaply;
His cock, small at first, then rose steeply,
As thick as her wrist,
A knob big as her fist,
Which, when in her, affected her deeply!
Don't look now
She bent down, as if pulling her sock up;
He glanced round, then lifted her frock up.
His fly was unzipped,
Her thin panties were ripped;
It was done! What mad fun! What a cock-up!