Panties wet, wriggling round on his knee…
“Nice big cock, baby! Like what you see?”
As she slid to and fro…
“You can fuck me, you know,
If you want… but it don’t come for free!”
Tag: limerick
Bus ride
On his lap in the back of the bus…
“Keep on smiling babe, don’t make a fuss,”
He says, hard up her cunt…
“Just keep facing the front,
Ride my cock and pretend it’s just us!”
The coach
Cradle snatching perhaps, pussy-poaching…
Her seventeenth birthday approaching…
Delicious ripe fruit,
Perfect! Ready to root…
With a little persuasion and coaching.
Slow learner
She lies sobbing, her tender heart breaks…
She still loves him. Her chest heaves, she shakes…
He’s a brute, like most men,
But she’d do it again…
Let him fuck her, if that’s what it takes.
Nerd power
Boys at school, whom she tended to shun,
Were all stupid and gross, except one,
The cute nerd in her class,
Skinny legs, skinny arse…
Yeah… to fuck him, she thought, would be fun.
Aftermath
Cum still oozed from her cunt, she could smell it…
Her pussy still hurting like hell… it
Gaped wide, like a yawn
Its lips tattered and torn,
Like her cunt had been hit with a mallet!
No picnic
A nice picnic he’d said… what a shambles!
She thinks, as she sobs, as she scrambles,
Butt-naked, half-raped,
Having somehow escaped,
Through the mud and the briars and brambles.
Bad to the bone
When they met, she’d have run, had she known
That the bastard was bad to the bone…
Drugs and violence, rape…
Which she didn’t escape…
Still, she stayed, her young heart turned to stone.
Le petit mort
She was stroking her pussy while driving
And coming, more so than arriving…
The seat leather wet…
Come again? Yep! You bet!
Take the odds… rather long… on surviving.
Swoon
Pleasure greater for being postponed,
Nice, she thought, to be properly boned,
As her fucked her again…
God! A man among men!
As she came, swooned and, coming to, moaned.