She discovered him there, where he hid…
Well, for god’s sake, she thought. He’s a kid.
He’d spied on her, she knew,
But what more could he do?
Try to fuck her? So what if he did!
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Itty-bitty
She’s full growed, but still just itty-bitty.
Fuckwise, though, don’t have no damn pity!
She says. What the heck?
Stick it up to her neck!
Smack her arse! Chomp some tasty damn titty!
Tweet
Not an organ, so much, as a flute…
Slender, elegant… Tweet, tweet, toot toot!
And her sweet embouchure
Helped greatly, I’m sure,
In warming it up for a root!
Morning glory
Waking up, she ducked under the blanket…
To suck it, or fuck it, or wank it?
She just licked the knob,
But did such a good job,
That he came in her mouth! And she drank it!
The ruined dress
I suppose that’s what comes of one’s flirting,
She mused. Just a squeeze… and he’s squirting!
All over her dress!
Sticky, horrible mess!
Though it had been, at least, quite diverting!
Common sense
“Look”, he said. “Darling don’t take offence…
It just comes down to dollars and cents.
Better just to fuck whores,
And not marry, because
Children, schooling… All needless expense!”
Clothes make the man
A young man, whom she’d met at croquet,
Came to call, with a lovely bouquet,
In his Sunday-best suit…
When he asked for a root,
Though she blushed, she still murmured “Okay.”
Unlucky 13
Them poor hillbilly girls, and their mothers,
If only they’d had their damn druthers,
Then might not have been,
Say from twelve or thirteen,
Fucked by all their damn cousins and brothers
Plain talkin’
“Would you kindly stop sayin’ I’m pretty”,
She said. “‘Cause I ain’t, more’s the pity.
Quit talkin’ ’bout love. It
Fair sickens me! Shove it!
And get your damn hand off my titty!”
The fit
Yoga pants are god’s gift to us pervs,
Hugging tight to girls’ ripples and curves…
Camel toe, the split arse…
With a bra-top, all class!
Girl who wears em gets what she deserves!