One would think, reputation besmirched,
Fallen woman, and ruined, unchurched,
She’d be upset, perhaps,
With the ne’er-do-well chap
On whose cock she was gleefully perched!
Tag: limerick
Dirty business
In a lane, at the back of the pub,
When he’d kissed her, she gave him a rub,
Then he’d hitched up her skirt,
Plunged it in… God, it hurt!
Cunt rubbed raw, she continued to scrub.
Prom queen
“F…f… fuck!… Fuck!” was all she could stammer.
Ball gown, limo, lost all their glamour…
Like real life porn…
The poor girl, she’d have sworn
That her cunt had been hit with a hammer!
Social niceties
“Well,” she said to him. “What will it be?
I can offer you coffee or tea…
We can sit and just chat,
About life and all that…
Or else fuck, if it’s left up to me!”
Objets d’art
Gold-plate dildos, and silver and brass,
Gem encrusted, stone, ebony, glass,
Cocks for any occasion,
Strange, rare, antique, Asian,
To thrust up her pussy and arse.
Petite
Cupcake tits, slender, fragile, petite…
When he stripped, she went white as a sheet…
Cock as big as her arm!
But, determined and calm,
She got all of it in… quite a feat!
Wedded bliss
When she’d fucked, once, she’d pleaded for more..
But now, married, it’s kind of a bore…
Wham, bam, always the same,
It just seems such a shame…
Better, frankly, to be a damn whore!
Tact
“Wow!” she said, with remarkable tact…
His cock failing, as yet, to react,
And then, rolling her eyes,
“Such exceptional size!”
Which the fellow concerned, sadly lacked.
Existentialist
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.
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.