What’s odd about this buck-naked waif
Is she doesn’t always play it safe.
She is not on the pill,
But hopes that guys will
Wear a rubber, although it may chafe.

After a hard day sashaying up and down the sunny beach, Mary so needed to get fucked.

Plenty of guys looked like they’d fill the bill (or to put it more crudely, fill the cunt), and Trevor with his rugged abs and perfect pecs seemed to be the ideal choice.

“One thing,” Mary cautioned, “we’ll need a condom because I’m not on any birth control, and I’m fertile right now. I know it might cut down on some of your feeling, but you’ll last longer, so it’ll be pure win-win.”

Trevor agreed.

“I’ll do the honors,” Mary told him, wanting to make sure the rubber’s fit was nice and snug.

Trevor’s cock stood up strong and proud, allowing Mary to carefully roll the ultra-thin prophylactic over the engorged cockhead and down the handsome penis shaft.

“There,” she said, satisfied with the snugness of the sheath’s application. “I think we’re ready to—”

Trevor needed no further invitation. He plunged deep into Mary’s fuck-ready cunt.

Alas, Trevor was too ready, too ready by far. No sooner had the big cock bashed Mary’s excited cervix, than the condom-clad penis lurched, and an explosion of seed jetted from the slit with such force that not only did ejaculate fill the sack, it blew it right off, drenching the opening to Mary’s womb with a million hungry sperms.

“Off off off!” Mary yelped, and free of Trevor’s fast-wilting member, she hustled to her feet, the dripping condom in hand.

Poem by Ashley
Illustrations by Mat