Though her cunt did taste slightly of fish,
For what more could a man ever wish?
He continued to savour
Her delicate flavour,
Then plunged in his cock, with a squish!
Tag: cunnilingus
Upstairs, downstairs
While the scullery maid grimly clung
To the step-ladder’s uppermost rung,
Jack, the house-keeper’s boy,
Gave her spasms of joy,
‘Neath her skirt, with the tip of his tongue!
Well hung
A young squire was trapped by his tongue,
In a chastity belt that was sprung:
He was saved from this plight,
By her husband, the knight,
To be after drawn, quartered and hung!
That’s amore
Way to go
Sing the praises of sexual martyrs!
Take Patrick the Purple for starters:
While licking the loins
Of a nun, and their joins,
He was strangled to death in her garters.
Words fail her
She found sex just a trifle absurd…
Laughed a lot, if and when it occurred…
The conceit of the young!
And that thing with his tongue…
Cunni-something… My God, what’s the word?
Playing for keeps
There she is, on the ground on all fours,
With his juvenile cock in her jaws,
And she says, through clenched teeth
To the boy underneath,
“Lick me good, if you wanna keep yours!”
Affirmative action
Should I fuck him? she thought . Might as well.
He might have a nice cock… who can tell?
Might go down on me too…
I could use a nice screw…
Fuck him, suck him… why not? Yes, I shall.
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!