cunnilingus – Pete's Limericks

Breath

He approached it… pink, glistening, hairless…
A chap wouldn’t want to be careless,
He thought, being young…
With his nose and his tongue
In her cunt… hot, damp, tasty… but airless!

Pussy tartare

He goes down her, gives it a shake…
Mmm… not bad… kinda like a rare steak…
Goes the lick, goes the munch…
She yells “Fuck! I ain’t lunch!
And my pussy ain’t meat, for godsake!

The sisters

Her young pussy, at which he was nibbling,
Was luscious, lubricious and dribbling…
His huge, upright cock,
Ridden hard, chock-a-block
In the tight , torrid cunt of her sibling!

Hungry

A nice licking, she’d thought, just a nuzzle…
He’s chomping her! Going the guzzle!
A slavering beast,
A carnivorous feast…
Fuck! The mad bastard needs a damn muzzle!

Squish

She had plenty of tail to swish,
A sweet pussy to fuck too, squish, squish!
And damn tasty as well,
Though of course she did smell
A bit like the proverbial fish.

There’s an apse for that

Father Michael had let his faith lapse,
Tempted too much by women, perhaps…
In fact, plainly the case…
He was caught with his face
In the crotch of a girl in the apse!

Pussy whipped

Pussy whipped, the guy wouldn’t say boo.
His damn wife was a bit of a shrew.
When they fucked, “Lick me first!”
She’d demand, but the worst
Was the “Lick again!” when he withdrew.

There’s an apse for that

Father Michael had let his faith lapse…
Tempted too much by women perhaps…
In fact plainly the case…
He’s been caught with his face
In the crotch of a girl in the apse!

Panache

Even naked, the man had panache,
Cock upstanding, his bristling moustache…
Should she say, to be blunt,
That it tickled her cunt?
It might be, although true, a bit harsh.