Being screwed wasn’t too bad, except
He was only half-hard! Jesus wept!
She’d not miss, not as such,
Her virginity much,
More her panties and bra, which he kept!
Tag: limerick
Pincer movement
His assault, cunning sod, was two-pronged;
Arse and pussy (where such things belonged).
She’d have thought never mind,
But the bit from behind
Was a pain, and a trifle prolonged.
A head start
Though tits-wise she had not much to show,
Getting rooted might be touch and go.
“Want to give me some head?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she said.
Better quick than just that much too slow!
Sneaky
Her seducer was, well, pretty sneaky.
She found anal sex a bit freaky.
She wasn’t to know,
All those years ago,
That her asshole would now be so leaky.
The odds
Getting laid; it’s just life, nothing mystical,
Most people do, it’s statistical.
How, where and when,
Once, or time and again,
Not fate either, it’s mostly logistical.
Breach of contract
Being tied up was fine, it would seem,
But the subsequent blood-curdling scream
And profanities meant
What was used, where it went,
Might have been just a little extreme!
Heraldic device
That her virtue be taken so cheaply,
His prick rampant, rising so steeply,
With one savage thrust,
In a wild fit of lust!
Betrayed trust! It affected her deeply.
Blissful ignorance
Though he did, one must say, in all fairness,
It seems, make the most of her bareness…
Commit an offence…
In the fellow’s defence…
He did do so without her awareness.
Freshness
Teenage girls seem to come with a use-by date,
Stamped on their arse, “Cherry lose-by date”.
Anxious to screw,
They don’t worry much who;
They want cock, be it how big or whose by fate!
Something fishy
So, the way that the cops heard him tell it, he
Swore he could, somehow, just smell it; he
Knew her own scent…
But that cummy smell meant
He should worry about her fidelity!