Though he’d thought she was taking the mickey,
Her sayin’ she fancied a quickie,
She did mean it, but,
Cheeky damn little slut,
An’ her pussy was runny n sticky!
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Misplaced gratitude
“Get your clothes on and go, bitch,” he muttered…
His loins and her own still abutted…
The bastard withdrew…
“Th-th-thanks for the screw…
It was l-l-l-lovely”, she stuttered.
Inamorata
Her poor cunt had been thoroughly hammered…
The sod! She’d been blindly enamoured!
No love in his thrust,
Just the slaking of lust…
“I h-h-h-hate you!” she stammered.
Caveat
Cute and saucy… he was damn attracted…
But somehow, the way she’d reacted,
When asked for a fuck…
The quick yes… just good luck?
Or else might it be later retracted?
Triangulation
Just sixteen, her first real bikini…
Four triangles, all teenie-weenie…
Her uncle said “Shoot!
That do look goddam cute!”
And he fucked her… right there, the big meanie.
Sneak preview
“Oh, my darling! You gave me a scare!”
She cried, blushing, half naked, breasts bare,
When he entered the room,
Her fiancé, the groom…
“It’s bad luck. It’s… Oh God! Must you stare?”
Titbits
Little postage stamp bra, tiny thong…
He lay watching her, stroking his schlong,
As his mind’s eye revealed
The titbits concealed,
Imagining doing her wrong!
There’s the rub
“Fuck you? Maybe…” she said. “If you beg!”
And he would, but the bitch might renege.
Tits half out of her frock,
As she stroked his hard cock…
Was she maybe just pulling his leg?
Tipsy
Pretty tipsy, still steadily drinking,
“Fuck yeah!” she said, not even blinking.
“Gang bang? Shit, why not?”
She’d have laughed and said “What?”
Had she not been already past thinking.
Conversion
Oh my God! she thought, rather amazed,
Post-orgasmic, still shuddering, dazed.
Having waited so long,
Though she knew she’d done wrong,
For the great gift of sex, God be praised!