She’d said yes, and though not one to welch,
Still, her pussy was starting to squelch!
With each stroke of the cock
Of each bloke came the shock
Of a croak from her cunt, like a belch!
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Big car, small dick
Though she had the poor jerk on a string,
It was only a casual fling.
He was handsome and funny,
Had plenty of money,
But such a small cock. No big thing.
For better or worse
She was game, the young bride, quite intrepid;
She knew that the Lord was her shepherd,
But though he took charge,
His cock wasn’t that large…
And his lovemaking sort of, well, tepid.
The proof of the pudding
Well of course I’m a virgin! she’d say,
Once convinced she should go all the way,
But them damn doubting Thomases,
All lies n promises,
Soon found she wasn’t, someway.
Third time lucky
She had rather a way with the chaps,
Nymphomania, some said, perhaps.
Though she’d sometimes say no,
Maybe twice in a row,
Ask again, and she’d always relapse!
The Friars of Bath
The good friars of Bath, I’m afraid,
Have assaulted the scullery maid!
The sods rogered her merrily,
Yea, in ways, verily,
Too, that the Bible forbade!
For services rendered
He said “Darling, please don’t be offended …
Good lord! No offence is intended!
As cheap as it sounds,
Please accept these few pounds,
As a payment for services rendered.”
The food of love
The damn wench was a schoolboy’s wet dream!
Her complexion all peaches and cream,
Silken dress, light and summery,
Tits like pink flummery !
Sex for dessert, it would seem!
Ground hog lay
Web-based porn’s great! That can’t be refuted.
Point, click, and the gangbang’s rebooted;
The girl’s on her knees,
Looking sweet as you please,
Then click PLAY, and she’s being re-rooted!
Afters
A good dinner. he’d picked up the tab.
She kissed good … squeeze her tits? Go the grab?
If she didn’t object,
Was it fair to expect
She’d not mind if a bloke had a stab?