She climbs in through the window, heart leaping,
Her parents, she’s praying, still sleeping…
Soft giggle, a grunt,
The sill pressed on her cunt,
From which somebody’s semen is seeping.
Tag: limerick
Oh Christmas tree
Bloody Christmas Eve night, of all nights!
Naked, tied up with damn twinkling lights!
Frosted hair, frosted thatch,
Candy cane up her snatch…
Silly season has just reached new heights!
How, she still doesn’t quite understand,
Does she find herself candles in hand,
Bloody star on her head,
Tinsel, silver, green, red…
And her feet in a bucket of sand?
“Want to do something special?” he’d said.
She’d said “Sure.” But look where it’s led!
Now he’s pulled out the stick,
And his candy-striped dick’s
Being pushed up her pussy instead!
Dream lover
All his sneaky, nefarious schemes
Came to nothing at last, so it seems.
When he leeringly said
“Well, my girl, time for bed!”
She replied “Fuck off, jerk! In your dreams!”
Liquor’s quicker
She leaned close, lovely tits falling out,
Bleary-eyed, she slurred “C’mon, your shout!”
(Nudge, nudge, wink, pregnant pause),
“One more drink, and I’m yours!”
Sex and booze! That’s what life’s all about!
The birds and the bees
“Where did babykins come from?” said Mummy.
“A seed Daddy put in my tummy…
In here… in front…
In my nice mummy-cunt…
Not my mouth… though it is rather yummy!”
Unexpected pleasure
To her own, rather pleasant surprise,
Her back arching, she rolled up her eyes,
As she came yet once more,
Harder still than before,
Pussy squirting all over her thighs!
Stocking filler
Wham! Bam! Straight up her pussy! Boom! Tish!
Seemed like Santa had granted her wish…
Dress hiked up, panties torn,
On her parents’ front lawn
Being rooted by some dude! Squish! Squish!
Ribbit
She’d been grabbed and groped, prodded and poked,
Had his cock down her throat till she choked,
Fucked and fisted, of course…
Bruised and battered, and hoarse,
“Well, that just leaves my arsehole!” she croaked.
First night jitters
As she stood, blushing, nervous, unclad,
She thought “Gosh! A damn girl must be mad!”
He unbuckled his belt,
Dropped his pants, and she felt,
Although shocked, somehow secretly glad!
The wheat and the chaff
With her great arse and fabulous hooters,
Miss Jones had no shortage of suitors.
She’d once been caught out,
So took pains to sort out
The nice chaps from the wannabe rooters.