Kitchen gadgets, coke cans, odds and ends,
School friends’ brothers, just casual friends…
She gets off on most days,
In her various ways,
This or that… it all kinda depends.
Tag: masturbation
There’s the rub
“Fuck you? Maybe…” she said. “If you beg!”
And he would, but the bitch might renege.
Tits half out of her frock,
As she stroked his hard cock…
Was she maybe just pulling his leg?
Toy
She lay spreadeagled, nude, while he toyed
With her cunt, which she rather enjoyed,
But was somewhat absurd…
She’d have sort of preferred
He just fuck her, and felt, well, annoyed.
Brat
She grabbed hold of his cock and she spat,
And then started to rub it, the brat…
Then a suck, and a lick,
And, well, that did the trick…
And he came on her face and tits… splat!
The help
Naked, out in the sun, reading, basking,
One hand on her cunt, multi-tasking…
The young pool-boy (Sam?)
Offered “Help you there, ma’am?”
“No,” she murmured. “But thank you for asking.”
Perceptiveness
“Bless me, Father,” she whispered, confessing…
“For lewd thoughts I’ve had while undressing…
I’ve touched myself too,
And I’ve been touched by you…
And might be touched some more, too, I’m guessing.”
Home alone
She was sixteen, and bored, home alone…
How to make herself come, on her own?
What to stick up her cunt?
Something chunky and blunt…
Baseball bat? Can of coke? The dog’s bone?
Discrimination
In their tree-house, the boys have a club.
The NO GIRLS rule, she takes as a snub.
She wants in, she admits…
Should she show them her tits?
Maybe give all their willies a rub?
Divertimento
As she played with her pussy, she hummed,
Shiny lips falling open, much thumbed,
Spread invitingly wide,
As her hand slipped inside,
Pearly clitoris joyfully strummed!
Ultimatum
“Get your hands off your cock, you damn fool!
Are you gonna just stand there and drool?
This ain’t some kinda show!”
She said. “Fuck me or go!
I don’t tolerate mugs, as a rule!”