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Q is for Quickie

There once was a girl named Nicky

Who was known for giving a quickie.

This eighteen year old lass

Very often missed class

Because she’d been sucking some dickie.

Now our Nicky was no common slut.

You might say she was anything but.

She just wanted to know

How boys’ penises grow

When into a girl’s mouth they are put.

She took sex education quite seriously,

Although her rep paid for it most dearly.

But to come to her defence

It was hands-on experience

She sought and got that most sincerely!

Nicky refused to use the science lab

For she found it dreary and drab.

She chose the boys loo

Her experiments to do.

And made the boys swear not to blab.

Thing was, Nicky had to work quick

Because quickly the clock did tick

Three minutes between class

Meant she worked very fast

Properly licking and sucking each dick.

When the Head Master found out

How Nicky had been putting out,

She was sent to his office

Where she opened her orifice

To show him what it was all about.

Now Nicky could have been charged.

For into the head’s office there barged

Five of the male staff

Who just had to laugh

When they saw head’s cock so enlarged.

But the teachers agreed to keep mum

As long as they too could get some.

Nicky gladly obliged

When she realized

This way she could get lots more cum.

Because education was Nicky’s sole aim,

There’s nothing for which she feels shame.

A girl who uses her head

To improve her sex-ed.

Gets ahead of boys who obligingly came.

Now the moral of this story, heaven knows,

Is that a girl should take time when she blows

Her boyfriend's cock.

So don't mind the clock.

Guys prefer girls who take it nice and slow.

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