In the park, as he struggled to pierce
Her hymen, she, urgent and fierce,
Cried out, in her ardour,
“Fuck! Just fuck me harder!
For fucksake! Somebody might see us!”
Tag: limerick
Pitfalls
Sometimes, she thinks, life’s just the pits…
This damn guy, drunk, and groping her tits…
And he’s, like, her best mate…
And their first real date,
Which, of course, you know, thrills her to bits!
The urge
Is she mad? She’s at least on the verge…
When she’s horny, she gets this wild urge…
Not to fuck… but to be
Naked, tied to a tree,
And submit to the cane or the scourge!
For the record
It was scary, disgusting and sordid…
“Get naked and suck me!” he ordered
Then went on to root
Her… cunt … anal… The brute!
The whole thing, what’s more, being recorded!
Jack and Jill
Jack says “Jill! Want some hey-diddle-diddle?”
She grins, and allows him a fiddle…
A grope of her tits…
Then he bends down and spits,
And next thing he’s wham, bam up her middle!
Here’s hoping
So, he went to the party, just scoping,
To check out the chicks, vaguely hoping
One might want to dance…
Let him into her pants…
Well, it’s better than sitting round moping.
The power of suggestion
Well, she had gone out dressed rather daringly…
Still… what he’s done, so uncaringly!
All those vile things…
Ouch! Her asshole still stings…
More to come, too, she muses, despairingly.
Murphy’s law
She walked down the street humming a song,
In her little short dress and her thong…
Her big tits bounced and swung…
What a joy to be young!
A bit cheeky… but what could go wrong?
Castaway
Her cute knickers and bra… lace and cotton,
Now cast aside, caution forgotten,
She lay there wide-eyed,
As he thrust up inside…
Vile seducer… cad! Perfectly rotten!
Bodice ripper
In the end she was kind of relieved…
She’d been lied to, coerced and deceived,
Rooted… more or less raped…
Her torn pussy still gaped…
Cherry taken… Her bosom still heaved.