grope – Pete's Limericks

Faux pas

When he fondled her tits she saw red…
She abused him and sobbed as she fled,
Which she mightn’t have done…
Might have thought it quite fun,
If the fool had just asked first instead!

If

If you weren’t my damn boss, which you are,
I’d be getting straight out of your car,
She said. Gimme a break!
I’m eighteen, for fucksake!
Get your fuckin hand out of my bra!

Thinking on her feet

First she thought he was just being kind,
Till he patted her on her behind!
She turned round, slapped his face,
Kicked a delicate place…
What remarkable presence of mind!

If wishes were fishes

“It’s no use just wishing and hoping,
Just sitting around all day, moping.
Dress up!” said her Mum.
“Twitch your tits and your bum,
And go out, get yourself a good groping!”

Slobber

Well, of course, she’s just thrilled to damn bits…
His big grubby damn paws on her tits,
As he slobbers and gropes…
When he fucks her, she hopes
He at least licks her pussy, or spits.

Caught out

“So,” she said to him, “which titty’s best?
You can’t keep your damn eyes of my chest!
Wanna squeeze them as well?
Have a grope! What the hell?
Go ahead, don’t be shy! Be my guest!”

Body armour

Though he’d thought that he’d had it all sorted,
Her tits were so trussed up, supported
By wires and straps,
Hooks and buckles and snaps
That all hope of a grope was soon thwarted!

Sheep gone astray

How on earth to religious girls cope?
Kiss a boy and allow him a grope,
Like as not giving in
To lust, ecstasy, sin,
Trying hard not to think of the Pope.

Making hay while the sun shines

Just a roll in the hay, a quick tumble;
Some rub and tug, wild grope and fumble,
Bare buttocks and thighs;
No false promises, lies;
A good root though… A girl shouldn’t grumble!