They held hands as they chatted and strolled.
That was proper enough, she’d been told.
Then they sat by the shore…
And she let him do more…
Gosh! His hand on her bosom was cold!
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Meat and three veg
Though she shouldn’t, she couldn’t refrain…
Though the fucking itself was just plain…
Just in, out, till he came,
Boring, always the same…
But she guessed a girl shouldn’t complain
Insecurity
She loved the boy, helplessly, madly,
Was willing to give herself gladly…
They’d kissed… Should she suck him?
Just strip off and fuck him?
Oh god! But what if it went badly?
Done over
When he’d done, she’d been fucked over totally,
Fingered and fucked… even scrotally,
Pussy of course,
Arse and head (left her hoarse)…
“Can I cum please?” she begged, gurgling throatily.
Softie
He had such a small dick, the poor fellow,
And stubbornly soft as marshmallow…
Her pussy was wet
As a pussy could get…
And, thank goodness for him, only shallow
Not wet behind the ears
Not too bright, but she wasn’t that dim…
When he said “Do you fancy a swim?”
He just wanted, to get
Her ass naked and wet,
She knew, not just some innocent whim.
Toast
Captured… naked, and tied to a post..
It appeared her cute arse was toast…
Big black men dancing round…
Cocks that reached to the ground…
Fuck me first, she thought, then have your roast!
Sinful thoughts
She’s a good Jewish woman is Yentl,
Respectful, obedient, gentle…
Her fantasies, though,
Sordid, wicked… who’d know?
Her transgressions, for now, only mental.
Never mind
Though foremost in her mind was the thought,
What will happen if maybe we’re caught?
She was horny as hell..
And her boyfriend as well…
Seemed she would, never mind if she ought.
Bonus
She was kind of pissed off when it ended…
The fucking, at first, had been splendid…
A lovely big prick..
He fucked hard, he fucked quick…
Though he did fuck more holes than intended.