There is a tavern in the great Northwest

In a tiny fishing town,

Where a tale is told on rainy nights

Before the bar shuts down.

It's the tale of a girl who lived there once

In a cottage by the sea,

The adopted daughter of a fisherman,

The beautiful Anne Marie

Now Anne Marie stood five foot two,

Her hair was silken gold.

Her eyes were pools of deepest blue,

Two wonders to behold.

Anne's breasts were large and round and firm,

They swayed when Annie walked.

Her nipples, outlined by her blouses,

Wiggled when she talked.

The word of Annie's breasts had spread 

Throughout the Great Northwest.

All who saw her wondrous tits

Agreed that Anne was blessed.

Her buns were like paired bowling balls,

To counterweight those tits.

She wrapped that ass in skin-tight skirts

That gave the locals fits.

Some girls play music, some do math.

Anne had no such luck,

T'was clear to her and everyone

That she was born to fuck.

Anne Marie embraced her fate

And came up with a plan.

A woman born to fuck like she 

Would need the perfect man.

She flirted, flaunted, and dated too.

She freely played the field, 

But when boys tried for pussy,

She staunchly would not yield.

She gave out hand jobs 'neath the bleachers,

And sucked the cocks of dozens,

She let her girlfriends eat her out

And finger-fucked her cousins.

She pleasured men and women too

In a somewhat equal ratio.

She gave the ladies cunnilingus

And the gentlemen fellatio.

She bounced her tits and spread her legs,

Never wearing panties. 

She gave her uncles giant boners

And scandalized her aunties.

But she kept her plan and not one man 

From Canada to China,

Had managed to get his penis

Into her vagina.

Men seek power, men seek wealth,

Some search for divinity.

All these things were more easily had

Than Anne Marie's virginity. 

Men gave her gifts, sang her songs,

And took her out to dinner.

But not one suitor ever managed 

To get his penis in her.

Then one summer there came to town, 

A different kind of man.

Polite and strong, the silent type,

Handsome, tall and tan.

"I've traveled 'round the world," he said.

"Sailed the seven seas.

I've been a cowboy and a miner

I've labored cutting trees.

I've circled the globe fifteen times

All to no avail,

Trying to find upon this earth

The perfect piece of tail.

I've met women, big and small,

Black, and brown and white.

Some were good and some were great

But none of them just right.

Tits too big or ass too flabby,

Legs too short or long.

Too bold, too shy, too arrogant,

Something's always wrong.

I'd let them suck my dick and balls.

I'd nibble on a breast.

But I wouldn't dip my dick in pussy

Until I found the best.

Then in a dream a year ago

An angel came to me

And told me of the perfect fuck,

A girl named Anne Marie

I packed my bags and sold my home

Bought passage across the sea

To reach this town, find that girl,

And bone Miss Anne Marie"

He sent a courier to Anne

With a message to deliver.

To say a man named Dan has come

With a big hard cock to give her.

"He wants to fuck your virgin cunt,

And give you a good boning,

Pound your pussy with his dick

And leave you limp and moaning."

"Who is this man?" Anne demanded,

"So confident that he

Will be the one to finally take,

My virginity." 

"Tell this man I call his bluff

Say he won't make me swoon.

I'll face him down on our main street

Tomorrow at high noon."

The street was cleared the sun was hot,

The townsfolk took their places.

Then Dan and Anne showed themselves

And stood apart ten paces.

Anne had worn her shortest skirt

Wrapped tight across her butt.

And Dan saw in an instant

She was no average slut.

Her tits were perfect, round and proud.

Her legs went on forever

Dan knew the time to fuck her

Was either now or never.

Anne looked brave and stayed defiant

But inwardly was shaken.

Dan looked so good, so big and strong

That her pussy had awakened.

Dan wore a shirt that hugged his pecs,

His pants squeezed his caboose,

And down in Annie's crotch she felt

The damp of pussy juice.

The sheriff stepped into the street

And the couple heard him say,

"Bare your chests, then one of you

Might quit and walk away."

Then Dan exposed his muscled chest, 

And Anne let loose her tits.

Dan, he staggered, at her beauty

And almost called it quits.

But Anne had not been unaffected

Seeing Dan's physique.

His guns and abs and musculature

Had made her knees go weak.

She saw an outline in his pants

In the shape of an erection.

Her pussy called and told her brain

It looked like cock perfection.

Both Dan and Anne stood their ground,

The sheriff intervened.

"On count of three, now show your junk

So everything gets seen."

On count of three, Anne raised her skirt

To show that famous slit, 

And trying to finish Daniel off 

She reached and touched her clit.

But Daniel would not be deterred

As he fumbled with his fly.

If any man would fuck that cunt,

Dan would be that guy.

Anne saw his cock and staggered

Stunned by what he'd shown her.

Dan's thing was big, and smooth and hard

The perfect cock to bone her.

Anne stumbled forth to Dan's embrace

Grabbing for his penis,

"My pussy's yours," she said to him.

"Let nothing come between us."

The crowd went wild to see that day

Young people finding love.

They knew that Anne Marie's tight cunt

Would fit Dan like a glove.

Then sheriff cleared the town saloon

So the two could fuck in peace.

There they went for three straight days 

Of fucking without cease.

For three long days sounds emerged

Cries both loud and lewd

That carried through the village streets

As Dan and Annie screwed.

They fucked, they sucked, and straddled faces,

Never too tired for more.

She swore she'd be his lady,

And acted like his whore.

Dan, she said, "my pussy loves you,

But I'm a lusty lass.

So once a day please bend me over

And fuck me in the ass."

Having fucked until exhaustion

Anne and Dan appeared.

Anne's pussy ached, Dan's dick was limp,

The townsfolk clapped and cheered.

Two days later they both were gone

Off to start a life.

Anne Marie had found a husband

And Dan had found a wife.

So that's the tale of the fisherman's girl,

From the cottage by the sea

The story of Dan, the man from afar

And the boning of sweet Anne Marie.