Not Your Grandma’s Nursery Rhyme (A Perverse Parody of Pronographic Proportion)

Jack and Jill
Met on the hill
Neither searching for water
 
Under cover of night
By pale moonlight  
Things began to get hotter
 
They giggled and kissed
Jack, the opportunist
Slid a hand beneath her sweater
 
A handful of breast
And a heave of the chest
He knew her pussy grew wetter
 
With no time to waste
She desired a taste
Of a cock she was sure to remember
 
A firm, gentle grip
It eased past her lips
She mouth fucked his quivering member
 
Both hands on her head
His cock she was fed
With his trousers pushed down to his socks
 
The stage was all set
She whispered “Don’t come yet…
Mama needs Jack in her box.”
 
He hiked up her skirt
And said with a smirk
“I think I shall start with my mouth.”
 
He tongued out designs
Traced all the lines
Of her cavernous region down south
 
His head between thighs
A hard roll of her eyes
He was licking and lapping for fun
 
When he came up for air  
She cried “Get back down there!
I’ll let you know when you’re done!”
 
With a shudder and shake
A loud moan she did make
She came with a splash from her cunt
 
After satisfying wave
It was inches she craved
He was poised to give her all she'd want
 
He rolled her over
On all fours like Rover
He buried his cock in her twat
 
Slamming and pushing
Smacking and smushing
He painted her insides with his shot
 
He removed his rod  
Gave her a nod
As pearls fell dripping from her lips
 
Picked up the phone  
Where the evidence shown
They returned home to review the clips