tit – Pete's Limericks

Don’t slide down the bannister

Naked, sliding downstairs, back-to-front,
For a dare… Silly juvenile stunt.
Went down licketty-split…
Got a blistery tit,
And damn splinters all over her cunt!

The duffer

She said “Darling, you’re sweet, but a duffer!
Girls like being fucked a bit rougher…
Go on! Squeeze my tit!
My cunt ain’t gonna split!
Spank my arse! Yell out suffer, babe suffer!”

The apron strings

“Yeah,” she said. ” It seems kind of obscene,
A big lad like him, almost sixteen,
Being still on the tit,
But you’ve got to admit,
Sometimes boys are a bastard to wean!”

Hanging out

They were buddies. He had a nice build …
They smoked dope sometimes, hung out and chilled.
Since she flirted a bit,
Grabbed his crotch, flashed some tit,
As you’d kind of expect, she got drilled!

Marital bliss

It’s so nice, slipping into the sack,
Spooning, chest pressed against her smooth back,
Grab a handful of tit,
Rub and jiggle a bit,
Your stiff cock nudging up in her crack.

Moral danger

An unruly girl, bolshy to govern,
She ran wild, drank, fucked, joined a coven;
Drugs, orgies, all that!
Well, she soon had a brat
On each tit, and a bun in the oven!

Brevity, the soul of wit

Her short skirt and tight blouse were suggestive;
The men standing round her grew restive.
“Garn! Show us some tit!”
Said one notable wit.
Her sharp glance proved that looks are deceptive.