In her pussy (most times), or her bum,
Or her mouth, pretty often. (Well, yum!)
Am I just, she thought, sceptical,
Some damn receptacle,
Some place to empty his cum?
Tag: oral sex
Oral testimony
Who’d have guessed, when she’d seemed so aloof?
“Gosh!” he said. “Won’t your Dad hit the roof?”
“Well, he would, if he knew,”
She said, “seeing it’s you,
But he won’t, since I’ve swallowed the proof!”
Decadence
Champagne, canapés, all very swanky,
The hostess herself, though, quite skanky!
She sucked off a waiter,
Though, daintily, later,
She spat in a little lace hankie.
Fandango
Mama told her “Child, learn the fandango.”
“Maybe,” she replied. “Where’s the mango?”
“Your mouth,” said her her mum,
“Or your pussy or bum,
Anywhere that he wants to, or can go!”
The digital age
He’d gone down on her, had a good lick,
Worked four fingers in, pretty neat trick!
When he stuck in his toe,
“Must you pussyfoot so?”
She exclaimed. “Do you not have a prick?”
Personal space
He invaded her personal space…
Had she minded, which wasn’t the case,
She’d have certainly said…
What got into her head?
Well not quite, though it was in her face!
Not a good look
Though she didn’t throw up (only just),
Her self pity and guilt and disgust
Were made worse by the mess
His cum made of her dress,
Now dried out to a silvery crust!
Terms of reference
Virgin? She? Could he be more exact?
Did he mean the straight sexual act?
She’d screwed anally, orally;
Could she still, morally,
Claim still to be, for a fact?
The gamut
First she satisfied him by hand, orally,
(Somehow, that seemed better, morally);
Strangely, quite zanily,
Then also anally,
Finally also vaginally, sorrily.*
* Imperfect rhythm in the last line, I know, but irresistible.
In retrospect
It was moot, which affected her worse;
Oral sex, which she thought quite perverse,
Or his cock in her cunt,
Being fucked from in front,
Or rolled over and fucked in reverse!