Nice girl, but a little slow-witted,
Less well endowed brain-wise than titted…
She went on a date,
And by quarter to eight
She’d been fucked everywhere that it fitted!
Tag: limerick
The seal
Red-faced, eyes popping, gurgling, gasping,
Hands flapping about, blindly grasping,
His cock down her throat…
Like a seal… “Oat! Oat!”
She grunts / barks, chokes, coughing, breath rasping.
The art of persuasion
Cheeky wench… Her continued defiance
Of course justified his reliance
On ropes, handcuffs, chains,
Riding crops, whips and canes,
Which ensured her grudging compliance.
Coquette
The delightful young girl he’d been grooming…
Naive, never knew what was looming…
Continued to play,
In her coquettish way,
Bosom burgeoning, womanly, blooming!
Up for it
“Well, I’m buggered! she laughed and said brightly,
“It did fit, albeit damn tightly…
Arse-virgin no more!
Of course I’m damn sore…
Go again? If you ask me politely!”
In the grand scheme of things
Staying virgin… a quaint little notion,
And shrouded with guilt and emotion…
Get fucked and be done with it!
Grab it and run with it…
Fuck! It’s a piss in the ocean!
The stats
Teenage girls, if you look at the stats,
Have, on average, 1.5 tatts.
They’ve fucked 4.8 guys,
And will (no great surprise),
Before 20 have 0.6 brats.
Enough rope
She allowed him a kiss and a grope,
But, y’know, give a boy enough rope…
Pretty soon she was nude,
In the mood to be screwed,
Slidin’ down the old slippery slope.
Rite of passage
She was young, he knew, slutty damn kid,
Only fifteen, in fact (which she hid),
Still a virgin, what’s more,
Which she found a big bore…
“Fuck me mister!” she said. So he did.
Motown
There was a young girl from Detroit
Who at fucking was very adroit…
Tits as big as her head,
Knew her way round a bed,
Lovely arse, and a cunt like a quoit!