Like replacing a cork, bit by bit,
Lots of grunting and plenty of spit,
He at last got it in,
Bone to bone, skin to skin,
Though she’d thought her poor pussy would split!
Tag: pussy
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!”
Variations on a theme
Yep, I’m up for it lads, she said wenchily.
Comes down to how, then, essentially.
Blow jobs all round?
Breaks the ice, like, I’ve found.
Pussy? Arse? Both at once, or sequentially?
Wear and tear
Her kind offer to root him rebuffed,
She should tell him to go and get stuffed!
What a bloody disgrace,
To have said to her face
That her pussy looked droopy and scuffed!
Stretching the truth
Fuck!” she said to her friend, “I’m no squib,
But his cock was enormous, no fib!
Dislocated my jaw,
Wrecked my pussy! What’s more,
I suspect that it’s busted my rib!”
The call of the wild
The relationship’s gone a bit stale,
She thought. Bloody typical male!
You root them, she’d found,
Soon they’re sniffing around
For new pussy. Damn pricks! Massive fail!
Je ne sais quoi
Although women are mostly homogenous,
Some, in whom something endogenous
Helps them surpass
Plain old tits, pussy, arse,
Are just all-over bloody erogenous!
The unbearable wetness of being (horny)
“God, he’s slow!” she thought. “Shy, I suppose.
He could have any woman he chose!
And me, love in my eyes,
Pussy juice down my thighs,
Like some snotty kid’s damn runny nose!”
Aftershock
Though her pussy had taken a battering,
Still, at her age, it was flattering;
He, so damn young,
So impressively hung!
And her orgasm! Bloody earth-shattering!
All cats are grey in the dark
He just wanted some pussy, some bint,
But was hard up. In fact he was skint,
So he’d have to make do,
If he wanted a screw,
With the whore with the hare-lip and squint.