Lady Mary's Musuem Quickie

Lady Mary's Museum Quickie: Two Versions

In 1920

Lady Mary was always disposed,
To take any opportunity posed,
To be leisurely or quickly bedded.

At the British Museum on patron's night,
A young earl's son caught her sight.
A strapping fellow, who might suit her just right.

Drawing him aside,
She appealed to his manly pride,
And explained what she had in mind.

More than willing to accommodate her,
He followed her outside to a secluded arbor,
Where she could slack her ardor.

With petticoats raised above her hips,
She bent forward and exposed her cunny lips,
To facilitate his rear entry and thrusts.

With this wanton display, he grew hard quickly.
He proved his mettle, performing admirably,
And pleasured her repeatedly.

With a smug smile, from a conquest clenched,
She returned to the fete, as one wag observed,
Flushed like a wench recently ravished.

In the recent past.

At a members only night,
Held for the elite at the Tate,
Lady Mary made an impromptu date.

It was a naughty one,
With the very young son of an Earl.
But she was so horny she gave it a whirl.

As agreed, she met him behind the Tate,
Led him to the bushes by the gate,
Where they disappeared to copulate.

As expected he came with a mere hand stroke,
But recovering anon he gave her a grand poke,
And plowed her til she cried: you got me, you Bloke.

As a spur of the moment shag,
It was really not bad,
And It was a thrill for her to be had,
By just a slip of a lad.

Rejoining the fete, she flaunted her radiance,
Which to those in the know could conclude,
Reflected the look of a well-shagged countenance