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?
Tag: sixteen
The slippery slope
Sixteen, making out, slippery-sloping,
Tongue kissing, cock-gripping, groping…
It seems like he might
Try to fuck her tonight,
She thinks, rubbing him, wishing and hoping!
The icing on the cake
She was maybe sixteen, he was guessing,
From watching her, shyly undressing…
Nice tits, all the same,
Over which he soon came,
Which she found not unduly distressing.
Cherry blossom time
She was sixteen, no longer a kid,
Cherry something of which to be rid.
That cute guy at the gym,
She could lose it with him…
Could…might…would… in fact, did!
The right stuff?
Maybe sixteen, and pretty enough,
Sexy dress, make-up, strutting her stuff,
Acting ready to screw;
He thought, what would she do
If a man felt like calling her bluff?
Opportunity knocking
At sixteen, still a virgin (though barely),
Life treated her bloody unfairly,
She thought, with a pout,
Having once more missed out,
When the chance of a root came so rarely!
Youth
By sixteen, she’d matured and bloomed,
Ripe and ready, flirtatious, perfumed,
Out with boys late most nights,
Sampling all the delights
Of the flesh, her poor parents presumed.
Coming of age
Birthday lunch at the Ritz, very pleasant!
“More champagne, my girl? How’s your pheasant?”
Her rich uncle paid.
“Sixteen… Time you got laid…
And no time, dear girl, like the present!”
Ignorance is bliss
Daddy tucked her in, kissed her goodnight…
Almost sixteen… somehow not quite right…
He’d just die if he knew
The rude things that she’d do
To herself when he turned out the light!
Whiffy
Just sixteen, her libido emergent;
Desires distressing and urgent,
Cunt constantly wet,
Pungent, muskier sweat.
Memo: Buy stronger laundry detergent.