In the days before girls had the pill,
They used cunning and timing and skill,
Or the old gamarouche
Or a vigorous douche,
Or else rubbers, which tended to spill.
Tag: fellatio
Sylvan interlude
‘Neath the shade of the old eucalyptus,
We lay with the girls who’d unzipped us,
Who teased with their lips
At the sensitive tips,
Of the stalks with which nature equipped us!
Strabismus
Poor Hilda Jones has a strabismus,
But worse still has bad vaginismus.
She doesn’t mind morally
Doing it orally,
Though she has terrible trismus!
Ripeness
She was neither too old, nor too young.
She had breasts long and firm and low-slung,
A great arse, not too big,
A cunt like a sliced fig,
Silky fingers and talented tongue!
On the patio
I don’t mind if a girl likes her booze:
She’s less likely, when asked, to refuse.
She might give you fellatio,
There, on the patio.
Nice. But watch out if she spews!
The squatter’s wife
When the swaggies called in for some tucker
The squatter’s wife’s lips used to pucker.
They’d trudge through the heat
For a month for this sweet
Unsolicited generous succour.
Compromise
So… she’d suck him, to keep herself chaste,
Though if caught she’d be shamed and disgraced.
He seemed happy enough…
And she swallowed his stuff…
And in fact came to quite like the taste!
The mouths of babes
Though her pussy was all too capacious,
It’s piercings crass, ostentatious,
Her tits like balloons,
And her arse like twin moons,
God! Her mouth was superbly fellatious!
Life’s not meant to be easy
The old bastard was foul mouthed and sleazy.
His foreskin was rancid and cheesy…
She thought “Fuck. Okay.
A day’s work, a day’s pay…
Yep, she’d suck him, although she felt queasy.”
Answer to a maiden’s prayer
Though his cock smelt and tasted so yucky,
Though cum-spattered, sticky and mucky,
She had in fact prayed
Not to die an old maid,
So considered herself kind of lucky.