All these girls! What a damn cornucopia!
Nude! It’s a teen boy’s utopia!
Rubbing his cock,
Like he’s some kind of jock,
In the spa, getting harder and soapier!
Tag: cock
Spit and polish
“I’m a slut, yeah”, she freely admitted,
A cock in each end, being spitted,
But fucking first class,
Deep throat, pussy or arse,
In fact any-damn-where that it fitted!
DIY
Though a real cock sometimes entices,
A carrot or eggplant suffices,
A bottle works fine,
(After drinking the wine),
If she’s left to her own strange devices.
A lost cause
It’s not fucking, she told herself mentally.
What though, if, just accidentally,
(Was it a sin?)
His cock somehow slipped in?
(As it would, in fact, do, incrementally!)
Test pilot
Once astride this machine he’d devised,
She was pleasantly, frankly, surprised,
Well, once over the shock,
That its piston-cranked cock
Felt so good, though prodigiously sized!
His lucky day
“Watcha waitin’ for, darlin’,” she laughed
“God! A woman would have to be daft,
To say no to a screw…
A cute fella like you!
Nice cock, too!” she said, hefting his shaft.
Considering
With the knotted ropes chafing and burning,
Nude, dangling, exposed, twisting, turning,
His cock in her bum,
She once more did the sum…
Was it worth more than what she was earning?
Victim impact statement
Though she possibly over-reacted,
“BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!” (Expletives redacted),
She shouted, in shock,
At the size of his cock,
And on which of her holes it impacted!
Gone astray
In her little chemise, of white cotton,
Her mother’s advice quite forgotten,
Her panties gone south,
And his cock in her mouth…
What a scoundrel! How perfectly rotten!
Fate
Though she punched him a bit, and she squealed,
She knew right away that she’d yield.
She’d thought that she’d die,
When his cock brushed her thigh!
But by then, though, her fate had been sealed!