I’m still too young she said, but I’m keen
About doing stuff… know what I mean?
And like, when I grow up,
When I suck, not throw up…
My mum says maybe when I’m sixteen.
Tag: young
Miaow
“Well, my boy,” said the whore. “You’re damn young,
But I gotta say, fuckin well hung!
Your first pussy huh? Cool!
Does it taste good? How’s school?
What’s the matter kid ? Cat got your tongue?”
An appetite
Young and tasty, a sexual treat,
Though he treated her just as fresh meat…
A commodity, food,
To be toyed with and screwed,
To poke, prod, nibble, lick, taste and eat.
His thoughts straying
Marriage stagnant, his wife cold and bitter,
But sex is a curious critter…
She’d die if she knew
All the vile things he’d do,
If he could, to their kids’ hot teen sitter.
The girl of his dreams
She’s too young he knows… What does that matter?
He wants her, he longs to get at her….
She lives right next door..
He could fuck her… and more…
And he cums… sees her face in the splatter.
13
Her cunt shiny and wet and lubricious,
The taste of it tangy, delicious…
But thirteen! Like, thirteen!
Though… she’s plenty damn keen…
This ain’t no time to be superstitious!
Corporal punishment
He don’t practise, alas, what he preaches,
Abuses the young girls he teaches…
He lifts up their skirts
Spanks their bums till it hurts,
Fingers brushing their pussies… like peaches!
Boo hoo
She was young and naive, unrefined…
He’d just fucked her, damn hard, from behind…
And she didn’t say boo…
So he buggered her too…
Which was maybe a trifle unkind.
Moot
She was young, she was buxom and cute.
Too young or not? That remains moot.
She was ripe and full-grown,
With a will of her own
And a talent for mischief to boot!
Wild child
Young and beautiful… almost a child…
Smiling… begs to be used and defiled…
So sweet, innocent, pure…
He asks “Are you sure?”
“Fuck yeah!” she says. “Fuckin’ go wild!”