A great beauty, impressively breasted,
She found herself frequently pestered,
By men big and small…
She fucked most, but not all…
It depended on what they suggested.
Tag: slut
Miss Tutty
There was a young lady called Tutty,
Good fun, whopping tits, a bit nutty…
A cheerful soul,
Didn’t mind much which hole…
Not a slut, just a little bit slutty.
Little black dress
Her short, backless dress plunged to her butt,
And the neckline, too, daringly cut…
A deep slash down the front,
Almost reaching her cunt…
Nice, she thought… You damn hot little slut!
Sexual generosity
She’s been called a slut… harsh and undue…
Though perhaps not completely untrue…
She might seldom say no,
She did, now and then, though…
And did fucks count if, like, no one knew?
Time and tide
He felt guilty… or some such emotion,
For fucking her… curious notion,
He thought… She’s a slut…
Well… he fucked her, yeah, but…
One more squirt’s just a spit in the ocean!
Identity crisis
She lay pondering, somewhat perplexed…
“Am I just a slut? Just oversexed?”
Like, whatever that meant…
As the guy came and went…
And she wiped off his cum and called “Next!”
Yee hah!
She ain’t fussy at all where she fucks…
In a horse stall, outside, backs of trucks…
Horse shit, mud, she don’t mind…
Saddle up from behind,
Smack her arse and she pig-roots ‘n bucks!
On the beach
She was just a slut, pretty and randy,
Suntanned, cheeky, oily and sandy,
Though sort of distasteful,
It would be quite wasteful
To not fuck her, being there, handy.
Notorious
As a woman of some notoriety,
Shunned, as she was, by society,
Called “that damn slut”
By men’s wives… tough shit, but
She at least got some fucking variety!
Dream girl
She was built like a walking wet dream…
She put out for the whole goddam team,
Coach and ball-boy as well…
Just a nice friendly gal,
And a bunch of boys, letting off steam.