The Boning of Anne Marie

There is a tavern in the great Northwest
In a tiny fishing town,
Where a tale is told on rainy nights
Before the bar shuts down.

It's the tale of a girl who lived there once
In a cottage by the sea,
The adopted daughter of a fisherman,
The beautiful Anne Marie

Now Anne Marie stood five foot two,
Her hair was silken gold.
Her eyes were pools of deepest blue,
Two wonders to behold.

Anne's breasts were large and round and firm,
They swayed when Annie walked.
Her nipples, outlined by her blouses,
Wiggled when she talked.

The word of Annie's breasts had spread
Throughout the Great Northwest.
All who saw her wondrous tits
Agreed that Anne was blessed.

Her buns were like paired bowling balls,
To counterweight those tits.
She wrapped that ass in skin-tight skirts
That gave the locals fits.

Some girls play music, some do math.
Anne had no such luck,
T'was clear to her and everyone
That she was born to fuck.

Anne Marie embraced her fate
And came up with a plan.
A woman born to fuck like she
Would need the perfect man.

She flirted, flaunted, and dated too.
She freely played the field,
But when boys tried for pussy,
She staunchly would not yield.

She gave out hand jobs 'neath the bleachers,
And sucked the cocks of dozens,
She let her girlfriends eat her out
And finger-fucked her cousins.

She pleasured men and women too
In a somewhat equal ratio.
She gave the ladies cunnilingus
And the gentlemen fellatio.

She bounced her tits and spread her legs,
Never wearing panties.
She gave her uncles giant boners
And scandalized her aunties.

But she kept her plan and not one man
From Canada to China,
Had managed to get his penis
Into her vagina.

Men seek power, men seek wealth,
Some search for divinity.
All these things were more easily had
Than Anne Marie's virginity.

Men gave her gifts, sang her songs,
And took her out to dinner.
But not one suitor ever managed
To get his penis in her.

Then one summer there came to town,
A different kind of man.
Polite and strong, the silent type,
Handsome, tall and tan.

"I've traveled 'round the world," he said.
"Sailed the seven seas.
I've been a cowboy and a miner
I've labored cutting trees.

I've circled the globe fifteen times
All to no avail,
Trying to find upon this earth
The perfect piece of tail.

I've met women, big and small,
Black, and brown and white.
Some were good and some were great
But none of them just right.

Tits too big or ass too flabby,
Legs too short or long.
Too bold, too shy, too arrogant,
Something's always wrong.

I'd let them suck my dick and balls.
I'd nibble on a breast.
But I wouldn't dip my dick in pussy
Until I found the best.

Then in a dream a year ago
An angel came to me
And told me of the perfect fuck,
A girl named Anne Marie

I packed my bags and sold my home
Bought passage across the sea
To reach this town, find that girl,
And bone Miss Anne Marie"

He sent a courier to Anne
With a message to deliver.
To say a man named Dan has come
With a big hard cock to give her.

"He wants to fuck your virgin cunt,
And give you a good boning,
Pound your pussy with his dick
And leave you limp and moaning."

"Who is this man?" Anne demanded,
"So confident that he
Will be the one to finally take,
My virginity."

"Tell this man I call his bluff
Say he won't make me swoon.
I'll face him down on our main street
Tomorrow at high noon."

The street was cleared the sun was hot,
The townsfolk took their places.
Then Dan and Anne showed themselves
And stood apart ten paces.

Anne had worn her shortest skirt
Wrapped tight across her butt.
And Dan saw in an instant
She was no average slut.

Her tits were perfect, round and proud.
Her legs went on forever
Dan knew the time to fuck her
Was either now or never.

Anne looked brave and stayed defiant
But inwardly was shaken.
Dan looked so good, so big and strong
That her pussy had awakened.

Dan wore a shirt that hugged his pecs,
His pants squeezed his caboose,
And down in Annie's crotch she felt
The damp of pussy juice.

The sheriff stepped into the street
And the couple heard him say,
"Bare your chests, then one of you
Might quit and walk away."

Then Dan exposed his muscled chest,
And Anne let loose her tits.
Dan, he staggered, at her beauty
And almost called it quits.

But Anne had not been unaffected
Seeing Dan's physique.
His guns and abs and musculature
Had made her knees go weak.

She saw an outline in his pants
In the shape of an erection.
Her pussy called and told her brain
It looked like cock perfection.

Both Dan and Anne stood their ground,
The sheriff intervened.
"On count of three, now show your junk
So everything gets seen."

On count of three, Anne raised her skirt
To show that famous slit,
And trying to finish Daniel off
She reached and touched her clit.

But Daniel would not be deterred
As he fumbled with his fly.
If any man would fuck that cunt,
Dan would be that guy.

Anne saw his cock and staggered
Stunned by what he'd shown her.
Dan's thing was big, and smooth and hard
The perfect cock to bone her.

Anne stumbled forth to Dan's embrace
Grabbing for his penis,
"My pussy's yours," she said to him.
"Let nothing come between us."

The crowd went wild to see that day
Young people finding love.
They knew that Anne Marie's tight cunt
Would fit Dan like a glove.

Then sheriff cleared the town saloon
So the two could fuck in peace.
There they went for three straight days
Of fucking without cease.

For three long days sounds emerged
Cries both loud and lewd
That carried through the village streets
As Dan and Annie screwed.

They fucked, they sucked, and straddled faces,
Never too tired for more.
She swore she'd be his lady,
And acted like his whore.

Dan, she said, "my pussy loves you,
But I'm a lusty lass.
So once a day please bend me over
And fuck me in the ass."

Having fucked until exhaustion
Anne and Dan appeared.
Anne's pussy ached, Dan's dick was limp,
The townsfolk clapped and cheered.

Two days later they both were gone
Off to start a life.
Anne Marie had found a husband
And Dan had found a wife.

So that's the tale of the fisherman's girl,
From the cottage by the sea
The story of Dan, the man from afar
And the boning of sweet Anne Marie.