His cock plunged up her cunt, to and fro,
Till he’d filled her with warm goo, below.
So… a virgin nor more,
But, since nobody saw,
Did it matter? Like, no one would know.
Tag: limerick
Cuckold
So, his wife screws around… but the crux
Isn’t whom or how many she fucks…
She still fucks him as well,
Loves him best, he can tell,
So he’ll share her then, much as it sucks.
Inconclusive
Is her body his, wholly, exclusive?
He rapes her… he’s selfish, abusive…
Can love cause such pain?
Is to love him insane?
Sleepless, fretful, the answers elusive.
Tooth and nail
It began from the moment they kissed…
The occasional passionate tryst…
She became quite obsessed,
By his teeth on her breast,
By her pussy lips stretched round his fist!
Catholic guilt
She supposed fucking must take its toll…
It might even imperil her soul!
Though of course she’d confess…
After all, she’d said yes…
Did it matter, perhaps, though, which hole?
Pang
Drenched in cum and saliva and sweat,
She had just a small pang of regret…
He might think she’s a slut,
Which I’m not, she thought, but
I might still have played more hard to get.
Compelled
So, despite her initial revulsion,
Consumed by a reckless compulsion,
She fucked him, and came,
Never knowing his name,
Or more like, had a fucking convulsion!
First time for everything
Her first blow job… the boy was to blame…
He pulled out, as he’d said, when he came…
The poor girl copped a face-full,
Looked fucking disgraceful…
But pleased with herself, just the same.
A funny thing happened…
He’d coerced her, by methods nefarious,
Fucked her ways many and various,
Objects, his fist,
Though she’d tried to resist,
He, apparently, found it hilarious!
Resolution
That was it, then, virginity lost,
At whatever small personal cost…
There’d been no love involved,
Simply tension resolved…
Not unpleasant… Thank goodness she’d flossed