The poor girl in whose pussy he’d ferreted,
Found herself then disinherited…
Thrown on the street,
Young, voluptuous, sweet…
A harsh punishment… much worse than merited.
Tag: limerick
The exception to the rule
Kitty didn’t fuck men as a rule,
But she thought God! She’d be a damn fool!
There’s exceptions, of course…
The man’s hung like a horse…
Or a least a damn donkey or mule!
Unchurched
There she is, naked, bouncing tits, perched
On some fellow’s cock… ought to be birched!
Only just out of school,
Wicked, slutty young fool…
Reputation completely besmirched!
Cowboys
Filthy boots, his jeans grubby and tatty
“Damn cowboys!” she thought, bein’ catty…
But then, (half his luck)
“Why not throw him a fuck…
Ain’t no need for guys dressin’ up natty.”
Enlightenment
Blushing bride, she had kept herself pure,
Love’s lore to this moment obscure…
She gasped at its size,
Mouth agape and wide eyes….
It would split her in two she was sure!
To be clear
“What a splendid young bosom, my dear!”
He growled, with a lecherous leer,
“The better to bite on,
To feast the whole night on…
For my delight only, I fear!”
The rider and the ridden
Should he get her alone, woe betide her!
So handsome, well spoken, fine rider…
Hung much like his horse…
She’d be ruined, of course,
Should she let his great pizzle inside her!
Lots
Breathless, flushed, overcome by the hots,
She discards her dress… naked… she squats…
Her mouth slides down his cock…
Utter bliss, joyful shock…
Till he cums down her throat… lots and lots!
On the bright side
When he bedded his almost… not quite bride,
He thought, well, to look on the bright side,
Consider your luck…
She’s a bloody good fuck…
Not a virgin, but still on the tight side.
Al fresco
Making love on a lawn… the sun’s heat…
In a doorway, a laneway, a street…
For a lark, for a dare,
Anytime, anywhere…
Her delight, when she cums, twice as sweet!