He reached out, gave her nipple a tweak…
Her response not a yelp… more a squeak…
Well, it might have been worse…
She was tempted to curse…
WTF? OMG? What a sneak!
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Harm minimisation
Big and ugly, as thick as her arm…
She took deep breaths and tried to stay calm…
So… her pussy might split,
But apart from that, shit…
Could it possibly do her much harm?
Mental struggle
She should maybe have screamed… to0 late… still..
She could struggle.. she might… well, she will…
Or else not… just stay mute…
Well, a root’s a damn root…
Just enjoy the vicarious thrill.
Spoiled for choice
Four tits, two pussies… Where to begin?
Fuck the first gorgeous girl or her twin?
Did it matter much though,
If he didn’t quite know
Which one’s pussy or arse he was in?
The nitty gritty
Much as though it’s a nice itch to scratch,
Making love on a beach , there’s a catch…
There’s the risk and the fun,
The cool water, the sun…
And the sand and the shells up your snatch!
Quaint
So, American English is quaint…
Like for instance, this word they have, “taint”:
For that bit in between,
Not ass, cunt, not quite clean,
Though of course the distinction is faint.
Beaver
Pa said “Shoot! Damn bitch flirtin n teasin…
n wigglin her ass, stands to reason
She fancies some rootin…
Fergit about shootin,
Son, pussy’s in season!”
Frisson
Tall and handsome, and frightfully charming,
A smile at once lewd and disarming
His whispered suggestion,
Though out of the question
Enticing, as much as alarming!
In her cups
He grew bolder, the more that he drank…
Squeezed her tits, gave her bottom a spank…
She’d been drinking as well,
And just giggled… oh hell,
No harm done, all in fun, just a prank.
Life’s a lottery
Why not kiss him? she thought, with a shrug…
Maybe give him a suck, or a tug…
Worst case, what? A quick fuck…
Or perhaps, by bad luck,
Her nude corpse, rotting, wrapped in a rug/