“Wanna root?” one boy says, and she nods.
Would they let her go? What are the odds?
Get it over and done with,
Be theirs to have fun with,
Switch off till they’ve all shot their wads.
Tag: limerick
Au naturelle
If she’d cared, she’d have gone to more trouble…
Bathed, showered, the old froth and bubble…
Clean undies maybe,
Most girls would, but not she…
Perhaps shaved off the pussy-hair stubble.
Things parents don’t know
Got her sweet little pussy well pounded…
Arse too (not as bad as it sounded)…
Bit slutty, no doubt…
If her parents found out…
Fucking worst case, she’d be fucking grounded.
Bloody hell!
Well, I guess it takes all bloody types…
Kinky’s one thing, no problem… but cripes!
This guy’s brought his own whip…
And he’s told her to strip…
Her arse covered with red, stinging stripes!
Dream girl
She was built like a walking wet dream…
She put out for the whole goddam team,
Coach and ball-boy as well…
Just a nice friendly gal,
And a bunch of boys, letting off steam.
All for one, one for all
In the end, she could just about crawl…
It had been less a fuck than a brawl…
First one guy, then his friend,
Then the rest, in the end,
“What the fuck,” she’d thought. “Fuck one, fuck all!”
No pain, no gain
“Popped my cherry! It did hurt a bit…”
Said her friend. “Fuck! No way! It won’t fit!”
So she’d said to the bloke…
“Thought I’d fuckin well choke…
Like to split me from pussy to tit!”
Ways and means
Kitchen gadgets, coke cans, odds and ends,
School friends’ brothers, just casual friends…
She gets off on most days,
In her various ways,
This or that… it all kinda depends.
Foul play
As he plunged in, she let out a howl…
“Fucking bastard!” she cried, with a scowl.
“I’m so fucking offended…
You plainly intended
To fuck me by fair means or foul!”
A proper gentleman
I do realise, Miss, that you’re shy,
And, although I have no wish to pry…
If you don’t want to screw,
Well, that’s quite up to you,
But I’d like, nonetheless, to know why.