He plays with it each night.
The first time that I caught a glimpse
It gave me such a fright!
I’d seen it limp and dangling,
Quite floppy, small and slim,
While he was putting on his trunks
When going for a swim.
But when he’s in his bedroom,
Door carelessly ajar,
I can’t believe how big it gets:
It really is bizarre!
‘Tween door and jamb there is a gap
Where I can stand and stare
At naked lodger, cock in hand;
He’ll never guess I’m there.
Each time he starts to stroke it,
It gets so big and hard.
The end gets wet and shiny
As if it’s smeared with lard.
He pulls and tugs and strokes at it,
And flicks it to and fro;
I wonder if my little hand
Around its girth would go?
I’d rather like to touch it,
And feel it jerk and jump,
And put my hand around it,
And start to squeeze and pump.
Or maybe I could have a lick
And slurp around the knob?
I’d use my tongue to make him come,
I’d do a proper job.
I like it best when at the end
He gives a final grunt,
And lots of stuff shoots out of it
And splashes up his front.
Then I pull my little nightie
Up high around my waist,
And put my hand between my legs
And rub with frantic haste.
One night, when he had finished,
I crept into his room,
And saw some cream upon the sheets,
And smelt its odd perfume.
I touched it with my finger,
And stirred it round and round.
It tasted kind of salty,
And gooey, so I found.
It made me feel so naughty;
My nipples got all hard,
Like when I sunbathe topless
Outside in our back yard.
I’m seventeen, and I’ve not had
A cock inside me yet.
I’m still a virgin, pure and sweet,
Unlike my friend Jeanette.
She lets her boyfriend fuck her,
She said it hurt a bit
When first he pushed his big hard dick
Inside her little slit.