In their tree-house, the boys have a club.
The NO GIRLS rule, she takes as a snub.
She wants in, she admits…
Should she show them her tits?
Maybe give all their willies a rub?
Tag: limerick
The lost art of conversation
Can’t we ever just have a nice chat?
She thinks. Talk about friends and all that…
No! It’s “Babe, suck my dick!”
Well, at least he came quick…
On her face and titties… Splat! Splat!
Castaways
Tropic island, a still, blue lagoon…
Boy and girl, naked, shimmering moon…
They’re comparing their bits…
Now he’s sucking her tits…
She’ll be fucked, if they aren’t rescued soon!
Be more specific
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, in a screech.
“It was only a figure of speech,
When I said… my intent…
I’m all yours, guys… I meant
Just my cunt, not one fucking hole each!”
Worst fears
Her poor cunt had been properly pounded…
Which wasn’t as bad as it sounded…
It hurt, as it would,
But it hurt so damn good…
Her worst fears had been quite unfounded!
The perfect wife
A young woman of great grace and beauty,
Whenever he wanted a root, he
Just fucked his poor wife…
Which might seem a sad life,
But she thought it her conjugal duty.
An educational experience
“Come,” she said. “I know somewhere secluded.
He came… she was swiftly denuded…
Poor guy, like a child…
“I’m all yours kid!” She smiled.
Pussy, mouth, and my arsehole included!”
A predicament
Naked, hogtied, hung up on a pulley,
Legs spread, to expose her more fully…
She liked it, but, rough,
Them big dildos and stuff,
And his thick cock, of course, the big bully!
The deal
“Come on, babe,” said the guy. “What’s it worth?
Name your price! (Said with unseemly mirth.)
“Pussy’s pussy, alright?
And I ain’t got all night…
And you ain’t, like, the last cunt on Earth.”
Mechanisation
Ropes and pulleys, electrical winch…
To her credit, not even a flinch…
And, in fact, she was grinning,
Her lovely arse spinning
Down onto his cock, inch by inch!