He had such a huge cock, the damn lech!
And the girl, still a virgin, poor wretch!
Her young pussy so tight!
No chance! Well…he just might
Get it in, (which he did), at a stretch!
Tag: limerick
Fetching
In her nightie, she looked rather fetching,
The way it was clinging and stretching.
She’d give him a screw,
Try the deep-throat thing too,
Which she still couldn’t do without retching!
The siesta
In the heat of the day, as she naps,
Skirt scrunched up, it exposes the flaps
Of her pussy, poor girl,
(The moist flesh, the soft curl),
To a man passing by, say, perhaps!
Rendezvous
Be the risk of it however slight
That he’d ravish her, still he just might.
So then, what should she do?
Keep the damn rendezvous?
Might it be rather nice? Well, yes. Quite!
Trapped
Gosh! she thought. Things do look pretty grim,
And the odds on escaping damn slim!
He was hung like a horse!
She survived, though, of course,
It was like she’d been torn limb from limb!
Battle scars
A tough, leathery pussy, well-worn,
Droopy-lipped and bedraggled and torn;
Done good service, for sure!
Imagine it newer…
Sometime, say, before he was born!
Different strokes
She’s been tied up, been fucked rough and caned…
She came hard, though. Distinctly unfeigned!
Well, it does take all types.
But the welts and the stripes?
Some things can’t be so simply explained!
Fate
Though she punched him a bit, and she squealed,
She knew right away that she’d yield.
She’d thought that she’d die,
When his cock brushed her thigh!
But by then, though, her fate had been sealed!
Dude
“Sarah Jane” said the badge on her titty.
A smart bastard, down from the city,
Pot-bellied and bald,
Said “What’s t’other one called?”
Which, he thought, bloody fool, rather witty.
Fallen woman
Fallen woman, alas, or still falling,
A few shreds of virtue forestalling
Her probable fate…
But the fuck was first rate!
It was plain that she’d not missed her calling!