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Now Travis's curse I do share.
I'll bugger a woman or mare.
A goat or a ewe,
I'm happy to screw.
Fear not, there is plenty to share.
--- Griz

Over Carol I'm lately obsessin';
My lust for her daily professin'.
I'd take her to school
But she's nobody's fool...
She may then teach me a good lesson.
--- Griz

Her breasts are a delightful size.
I love to look into her eyes.
The way that she walks,
Or even just talks,
It causes my manhood to rise.
--- Griz

Her legs are so smooth and so long.
I picture her ass in a thong.
On the bed she would writhe.
To Maryland I'll drive...
One hand on the wheel, one on dong.
--- Griz

Oh Carol, my love and my dear,
Today I can't make it, I fear.
I was heading up the road,
Working up a good load,
But I lost it when I hit fourth gear.
--- Griz

How is it that I have been blessed
With all this sweet-talkin'; I guess.
You just have good taste;
It won't go to waste.
Get back on the road, I suggest.
--- Carol

And you look around you and find
That load that you left there, behind.
And bring it with you;
We'll have a good screw,
And your gears I'll thoroughly grind.
--- Carol

My room is clean before nine.
I've got a nice bottle of wine.
And if she wants to eat,
I'll give her a treat,
And feed her much more than a line!
--- Griz

If that wine you have there is white,
I might be enticed there tonight.
But Hon, I'm not easy,
And if your treat's cheesy,
I'll not nibble one little bite.
--- Carol

The wine that I offer is White.
It's fragrance is so sweet and light.
My treat is not cheesy;
I'm really not sleazy,
But a nibble would suit me just right.
--- Griz

Well, maybe a nibble or two;
Won't hurt 'til I get to know you.
So pour me some wine
And if it tastes fine,
Your treat I promise not to chew.
--- Carol

I'll pour you a little more wine;
We'll sit, and we'll sip, and we'll dine.
When its time for dessert,
You can slip off that skirt,
And offer a treat so divine.
--- Griz

I'll lick and I'll nibble and suck,
Until your hips start to buck.
Then off to my bed
You'll be happily led,
For a long and passionate fuck.
--- Griz

At least there's a hint of romance,
Before you get into my pants.
But one thing is missing,
Before all the kissing,
Will you sing to me while we dance?
--- Carol

My taste is not good, it is sweet.
As you'll see whenever we meet.
The load that I lost
Has already been tossed.
It made quite a mess on the seat.
--- Grizz

I think I can help you revive,
That sweet load you tossed on the drive.
With a kiss and a lick,
If you get here quick,
But Hon, stay off I-95.
--- Carol

I'm having a stroke from the heat.
I've nothing but aches in my feet.
Been bitten by flies,
Chigger bites on my thighs;
Sweat pours from my pretty pink meat.
--- Carol

I usually practice restraint,
And rarely will voice a complaint.
So I'll suffer in stride
'Cause there is a bright side;
There ain't nothing wrong with my taint.
--- Carol

Between your sweet meat and your stink,
Lies skin soft and tasty, I think.
Your backdoor is closed
Because you imposed
A ban on that hole that's not pink.
--- Randog

You labelled that door "egress only",
Which spawned a distinct no cock zone. Lea-
Ving all of us guys
To wish for that prize
You wrongly left chaste and quite lonely.
--- Randog

Does labelling holes wrong and right
Then make them less pleasing and tight?
Dear Carol, today
If you'd only play
With mine, my desire you'd excite!
--- Randog

If probing my ass with your finger
While over my cock your lips linger,
Is taboo for you,
That makes me feel blue,
'Cause baby, it sure swells my stinger.
--- Randog

I know you referred just to yours
And wouldn't get down on all fours
To open your butt
For someone to rut,
Where skid marks are born in your drawers.
--- Randog

Since this is the case, I'll just say:
Your sphincter I'll never betray.
But what if my tongue
Ran over your bung,
And caused you to shudder and sway?
--- Randog

If you are aroused, you might wanna
Experience rear-entry brawn. A
Small finger, at first
And then my big wurst,
While teasing your clit? That's nirvana!
--- Randog

But still, you may say, "Not for me!"
And I, without pause, would agree
To rouse your elation
With deft stimulation
Of non-backdoor places on thee.
--- Randog

Why is it that you persevere?
There's no way you'll ever get near
The hole in my ass.
Now please have some class,
Or suffer my wrath, Randog dear.
--- Carol

You'll need dozens of bales of hay
To brace that blue-veined beef fillet.
It needs reinflation
Not brute amputation.
That stall's to a Sis Chris buffet.
--- Randog

There aren't any nuns around here.
No priests or friars will appear
To get in our way.
But you'll want to pray,
Once I get my tongue on your spear.
--- Carol

I pray that your telling the truth
'Bout the absence of Cris's sharp tooth.
She'd make my meat holey.
You'll come like Stromboli.
I'll drink your hot flow like vermouth.
--- Randog

So down and dirty you're intending,
To get for some sexy pretending.
You really are randy;
Come here, lick this candy.
But honey, take care; no rear-ending.
--- Carol

Your ass is a most sacred shrine
I'll pamper and won't cross that line.
Its rim I will lick,
With my tongue, deft and quick,
And soon you'll gasp, "Give me the pine!"
--- Randog

Have suddenly you been struck blind?
They are not so small that you can't find.
They're right here, okay?
Try feeling your way.
Not there, honey, that's my behind.
--- Carol

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Dear Carol, I'm fully astounded!
Your breasts are so perfectly rounded!
The quivering tips
Are craving my lips
To bring you delight quite unbounded.
--- Randog

Because I'm a man of my word,
My trousers and belt I'll ungird,
To free the erection
That shows my affection
And hot lusty ardor you're stirred.
--- Randog

And what a lovely shade of pink,
And just long enough; yes I think
It's just the right size
For any girl's thighs.
Here's hoping that it doesn't stink.
--- Carol

Seems lately Gearhart's MIA;
He's not been around here to play.
Perhaps lost and trapped,
Or maybe kidnapped.
Or maybe his new lover's gay.
--- Carol

Or maybe he's worn to a stump
From giving you many a hump.
But fear not, my dear,
The noise that you hear
Is Sweet FA priming his pump.
--- SFA

While Sweet FA's priming his pump,
Jon's hand is inflating his stump.
But neither is ready
To lift her sheer teddy,
And smack their sack into her rump.
--- Randog

But Randog is ready and willin'
To give Carol's cisterns a fillin',
As long as I see
The room's Travis free;
Katy, bar the door and lets get drillin'.
--- Randog

As Randog just keeps on dreamin',
Of making hot Carol start screamin',
I'm here in her bed,
Between legs wide spread,
And finnin' her full of my semen.
--- Jon Gearhart

That's funny. She must have a twin.
Your tryst really couln't have been.
While you penned your wet dream,
I was licking the cream
Of her hot tasty snatch with a grin.
--- Randog

While Carol loves petting her poodle
And she and Jon often canoodle,
When really in heat,
Her cravings for meat.
Now please put away that limp noodle.
--- SFA

I'd like to defend me more often
And stop all this scowlin' and scoffin'.
But Carol's keyboard
Has a very short cord,
And gets bucked off her back when we're boffin'.
--- Jon Gearhart

Ah reckoned that limeys y'all were,
'Cause yer grasp of the tongue was pro-PER.
I'm a yankee in Texas
Who craves Carol's sex. Sis-
Sified dudes with beers ain't fer her!
--- Anon

A snapshot was sent to my in-
Box and it caused me to grin.
Once, twice, and then thrice,
Because it was nice
To see Carol's tits on my chin.
--- Jon Gearhart

She sent me a photo as well
That caused my large member to swell.
It showed sexy Carol,
Her lips 'round my barrel,
Relieving my cock of its gel.
--- Randog

I've stored in my "Carol's Pics" cache,
Ten photos that I'll never trash,
Or even erase;
They show on my face,
Her sitting while I lick her gash!
--- Travis Brasell

Truly, Gearhart you are sweet.
And there is no one to compete,
No matter how hung,
With your talented tongue
You'll always sweep me off my feet.
--- Carol

Come here, dear, now don't be a flirt;
Stand right here and lift up your shirt.
Your tits in my face
So I can have a taste
And then, please dear, hike up your skirt.
--- Gearhart

I will strip you right there of your scanties,
Those wonderful silky smooth panties,
And lick you up slick
'Fore I slide in my dick
And you'll ride till we both have the ranties.
--- Gearhart

Jon's been wagging his tongue in this forum.
Alas! That won't gather a quorum
Of tangy she-meat,
He'd lick as a treat.
If truth can be told, dude, you bore 'em.
--- Randog

Then why has yon Carol related
That my tongue keeps her so elated.
Alas and alack!
Go home now and whack
And swallow what's ejaculated.
--- Jon Gearhart

And raving so loud bought the feeling
Of me deep inside as we're squealing.
So how does this sound?
Come and get those thing down
'Round your ankles if this thought is appealing!
--- Gearhart

If you think that this is appealing,
Wait 'til I'm on my knees kneeling.
You will ask for more,
Of that I am sure;
The pleasure you won't be concealing!
--- Carol

Down on your knees sucking me
Does have a way of just shucking me.
My toy does enjoy
When your tongue you employ,
But turn 'round and get down to fucking me.
--- Gearhart

Get on the floor on all fours;
I'll come up behind and get yours
Sticky and wet,
With my dickie, my pet,
And you will scream out for encores!
--- Gearhart

Six years ago here, on this day,
I wrote a wee limerick to say
"Hey Peter! I've leathers,
And laces, and feathers;
You want to come over and play?"
--- Anon

Bejabers, I fancy a rutting,
For percy is outwardly jutting;
But Carol's away
And Big Bertha won't play,
So I guess I'll go practice my putting.
--- Peter Wilkins

Oh Peter, I'm certainly here,
And the weather is sunny and clear.
Come practice your strokes
Here under my oaks,
And bring some chilled wine, will you dear?
--- Carol

Why yes, I remember it yet
As if it were yesterday, pet.
Your leathers and laces
And pertinent places
Still ruffle my feathers, you bet.
--- Peter Wilkins

I'll bring some champagne which I'll tipple
And trickle all over your nipple;
The one on the right,
While the left one I bite,
As old percy gets used to your gripple.
--- Peter Wilkins

It pisses me off, I confess,
To be in this state of undress,
With no one around,
Except this old hound,
Who's starting to look good...unless....
--- Anon

Oh Carol, I'm here just outside,
Just newly washed in by the tide.
If I use your knocker,
Get out of your rocker,
I'm sure you'll enjoy how I ride!
--- Anon

The one moment I'm not around,
You think about jumpin' my hound?
Just leave him alone,
'Cause I've got a bone
To pick with you (first turn around).
--- Anon

I left town, then dyed my blonde hair.
It's red now, but hon, do you care?
My knockers are yours,
And maybe my drawers;
Come here and rock me in my chair.
--- Anon

I care for your hair now it's red,
As long as you still are not wed.
We'll fill in the time
By speaking in rhyme,
And sharing at giving some head.
--- Anon

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