She asked “Where will you put it, precisely?”
“Your cunt,” he said, bluntly, concisely…
“Your mouth… What the hell,
In your arsehole as well.”
“Fine,” she said, that will do very nicely!”
Tag: fellatio
Highland fling
Scottish ways, to some folk, may seem foreign;
A Scottish lass, say, for a florin,
If asked the right way,
Wouldn’t likely say nae
To a taste of what’s under the sporran!
A cad and a bounder
Pretty-faced, (though her nose rather rostral),
He used and abused her, the wastrel!
She sat in a pout,
His seed dribbling out
Of her pussy, her mouth and one nostril.
Social skills
A rich daddy, a big house and maids;
She was courted by dashing young blades.
She played bridge and sipped tea,
But loved sex and by gee…
When she went down, she went down in spades!
A matter of taste
She’d been horny enough, keen as mustard!
A guy after whom she had lusted
Had seemed worth a go,
But the sweat and smells, though,
And the taste of him left her disgusted.
No pressure
“No big thing,” he said. “No need to stress!
Maybe some other time you’ll say yes.
Jerk me off then, instead,
Or just give me some head.
One way’s good as the next, more or less!”
Signs of the times
Most young women, these days, young men find,
If you buy them a drink, don’t much mind
A hand under their dress,
(Times are changing, I guess),
A blow-job, little things of that kind.
Kid glove treatment
Now he’s done the right thing and proposed,
He’ll be wanting some sex, she supposed.
Some girls, one understands,
Use their mouth or their hands!
To the latter she’s not so opposed.
At arm’s length
Shocked and awed, still she tried to stay calm.
It lay, heftily, there on her palm.
What to do with it now?
Suck it? Fuck it somehow,
Though as long and as thick as her arm?
Post-feminist
Peer pressure informed her the norm
Was to take off her clothes and perform,
To give head jobs to boys,
To compare and swap toys,
Sometimes buzzing still, sticky and warm!