Myrtle Times Three

Myrtle’s Love Song

Lying on my back
Waiting for a cock attack.
I've shaved and spread my legs.
Come on darling, spray my eggs.

Poke that curly hair.
Prod between those lips down there.
My body feels too thin,
So slip that baby maker in.

Thrust that throbbing prick.
I want to feel a baby kick
Inside of me. Its love
Will be delightful. Come on, shove!

You're ready to explode.
I feel it. Come on. Shoot your load.
And if your aim is true,
I'll even name it after you.

Myrtle Expands

My belly has gotten
So hopelessly big.
I’ve thrown up and blown up
As plump as a pig.

It’s hard being pregnant.
It makes me feel horny,
But how to make love
Is a problem that’s thorny.

There’s no way for you to
Get to me in front.
You’ll bounce off my tummy
And out of my cunt.

So if you’re inclined dear
To give me a ride,
Just slip in the back way
Or slide in the side.

You might think I’m ugly,
You might want to stray.
But stay please, and fuck me.
You made me this way.

Myrtle Makes Milk

The baby’s done sucking
Upon my left breast,
But there’s some milk left,
Would you care for the rest?

It’s fresh and it’s warm
And it has a sweet flavor,
And baby, I’m horny,
So do me a favor.

Just plant your lips there
And take a nice tipple.
Just don’t use your teeth
On my poor abused nipple.

And while you are sucking
Your mouthful of milk,
Reach down to my panties
And under the silk.

For there you will feel
A warm flowing stream.
I don’t just make milk.
I also make cream.