You’d have thought that consent was consent…
She just kind of assumed where it went…
Bastard found some damn loophole,
And fucked her poor poop-hole,
Exactly, of course, his intent!
Tag: limerick
Crying foul
Poor gal got all twisted and bitter.
“He raped me, the pesky damn critter!”
She sobbed. “Made me lick it…
Then where did he stick it?
My pussy? No! Up my damn shitter!”
The long and the short of it
She stood back and said “What? Is that all?
I mean… fuck! You’re, like, seven feet tall…
Got them big hands and feet,
So, like, what’s with the meat?
I mean… shit! Why’s your cock so damn small?”
Out there
Her new dress was… umm… more than suggestive,
The look, what there was of it festive…
Bows here and there…
She went out, for a dare,
And the natives were bug-eyed and restive!
Lustful
“You don’t say!” Mindless chatter… She’s racked
By her lust, as a matter of fact…
Slut and virgin in one…
Sex must be so much fun!
How the funk, sweat and splatter attract!
A stayer
The great thing, that he really admired,
She seemed, like, to never get tired…
She’d fuck till she dropped,
Never piked, never stopped,
Though she panted and gasped and perspired!
Pretty slick
“Fuck!” she thought… “Just how good does it get?”
They’d just kissed… her young pussy was wet…
In a minute, not more,
There she was, on the floor,
Being fucked in a lather of sweat!
Able bodied seaman
The young sailor chap lugged in her trunk…
She’d had bon voyage drinks… was quite drunk…
And she squeezed his cute arse,
Saying “Lovely… first class!
Care to join me and try out the bunk?”
Disproportion
“How’s that big fucking cock gonna fit
Up my poor fucking tight little slit?”
She thought. “God! Does it bend?”
Poor girl… felt in the end
Like he’d split her from arsehole to tit!
Been and gone
The poor lassie, all pale and wan…
“Woe is me! Lackaday! Love is gone!
Johnny’s run off somewhere…
He did love me, I swear…
Though we did only fuck off and on.”