“It’s your first time”, he said, “I’ll be gentle,
I won’t get too experimental.”
But what could she do,
When he buggered her too,
Saying “Whoops! That was quite accidental” ?
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Reality check
He decided he’d just be direct,
And said “Great tits! You wouldn’t object
If I had a quick feel,
To see if they’re real?”
“They were”, she said, “last time I checked.”
Suspicion
When he squeezed, he began to suspect
She had fake tits, which, were he correct,
Might persuade him to quit,
So he tickled her clit,
To distract her a bit while he checked.
Turning the other cheek
When she laughed, and she called him a wanker,
He chose not to give in to rancour,
But said “We shall see”,
Put her over his knee,
And then pulled down her panties to spank her!
So near , yet so far
She said “no”, but he thought that she might:
He pressed on, though his chances seemed slight.
She relaxed just so far
As to take off her bra,
Then he almost got in, but not quite.
By invitation only
Though his love for her came uninvited,
His future seemed unfairly blighted:
His love strong and pure
Could not have been truer,
Yet was, nonetheless, unrequited.
Message received
She lounged languidly, hips splayed, inviting,
Moist pussy displayed… so exciting!
Her nipples erect…
Her intent, in effect,
She could not have made plainer in writing.
Sensual woman
She smelled spicy, and musky, and sweet;
Enough fat, enough succulent meat;
Slightly gamey to taste;
With some oil to baste,
Good enough, salty-sweated, to eat!
Incitement
In response to her flirty incitement,
His state of erotic excitement
Quite fogged his young mind,
And so rendered him blind,
He knew not what her shocked shade of white meant.
Fifteen
At fifteen or so, girls’ hormones surge;
They’re beset by the primeval urge.
They become over-sexed,
And they flirt and they sext
With boys, also perched right on the verge.