slut – Pete's Limericks

Anything

A good sort, a good sport, more than most…
Up for anything… that was her boast,
Threesome, orgy, you bet!
Bondage, whips get her wet…
Gang bang, yep… or a lovely spit roast!

Unlucky number

“Oh my God!” he thought. “Fuck! Epic fail!”
Like any damn red-blooded male,
He’d fucked her, the slut
Very nice, indeed, but
Just fifteen! He could go to damn jail!

Seamen

So, she’s saved up and gone on a cruise…
Fancy food, sunshine, deck chairs and booze…
Gonna get herself screwed
She wants cock, to be crude,
And she don’t care how many, or whose!

The fresh air

Nice a girl as you ever could strike!
He suggested they go for a hike…
She strode out, good and strong,
But she stopped before long…
And said “Now we can fuck, if you like!”

Mixed feelings

She looked back on her youth with mixed feelings…
The love affairs, wheelings and dealings…
Young, devil-may-care,
With her legs in the air,
Staring up at young gentlemen’s ceilings!

Indeed

She’d as soon have a fuck as as a feed,
Tom and Harry and Dick all agreed…
A few drinks, yep, okay,
Then a bloody good lay…
Life is short… fuck em all is her creed.

No hoots to give

That new guy in her class is so hot…
Gonna have him, she thinks, and why not?
People call her a slut,
Which she is, of course, but
She’s like, fuck em, forget em… so what?

Hunger

Wanting sex is like hunger or thirst…
Her desire pent up… fit to burst…
Not a thing she won’t do,
Doesn’t care where or who…
Lets a man… or lets men… do their worst.

Unchurched

There she is, naked, bouncing tits, perched
On some fellow’s cock… ought to be birched!
Only just out of school,
Wicked, slutty young fool…
Reputation completely besmirched!