panties – Pete's Limericks

Teacher’s pet

In class, daydreaming, lace panties wet,
Blonde and pretty, a tease, teachers pet,
And his furtive, hot glance,
And the bulge in his pants…
Both intent on one thing…not quite yet.

Transparency

He said “Darling, I need to ‘fess up…
So you know… so I can’t, like, mess up…
Since we’re married now, so…
Well.. I think you should know…
I like panties and bras… and dress up!”

First date

Push-up bra, panties scraps of white lace,
She’ll at least let him get to first base,
Maybe feel her tits…
Pussy damp, where she sits,
She thinks “Yeah, fuck me too… watch this space!”

Theatrics

All this sniffling and snuffling and bawling.
The damn woman’s missed her damn calling!
She should be on stage!
At least act her damn age,
Get her panties off, quit the damn stalling!

Gone astray

In her little chemise, of white cotton,
Her mother’s advice quite forgotten,
Her panties gone south,
And his cock in her mouth…
What a scoundrel! How perfectly rotten!

Come again?

Socks and jocks, panties, all in a jumble,
They progressed from fumble to tumble.
She came loud and long…
Then passed out! What was wrong?
“Fucking awesome!” was all she could mumble.

Brothers in arms

“Get her panties off. That’s half the battle!
Don’t waste time on small talk and prattle.”
His brother advised.
“While she’s actin’ surprised,
Fuck her hard, buddy, make her teeth rattle!”

Moving on

Once the mob had begun to disperse,
She lay, thinking… it could have been worse.
She’d been gang-banged. Not good.
Scrap the panties (you would),
But she still had her phone and her purse.

A bit Irish

“Put yer panties back on, ya big sook!
Ain’t no harm in just havin’ a look!”
He said. “I showed ya mine!
Ya don’t want a root? Fine!
Fook off then! I don’t give a damn fook!”