Maybe sixteen, and pretty enough,
Sexy dress, make-up, strutting her stuff,
Acting ready to screw;
He thought, what would she do
If a man felt like calling her bluff?
Month: July 2018
Behind closed doors
The door locked,not much chance of escape!
Stunned and speechless, she stood mouth agape,
As he ripped off her dress!
Though she might have said yes,
Having not, it was pretty much rape.
Party games
“So…” she said, “Darling, how shall it be?
Fuck her first, while I watch, then fuck me?
Fuck us both? Both at once,
Playing musical cunts?
Who’ll come first? Let’s just suck it and see!”
Marine biology
I must tell you, he said, with a wink,
That your pink bits are not so much pink;
They’re more purple-ish-mauve-y,
A hint of anchovy,
In colour and taste, both, I think!
Transfixed
The poor girl, still a virgin, unchurched,
Nonetheless, somehow, found herself perched,
To her horror and shock,
On his lordship’s large cock,
As she sobbed, and she shuddered and lurched!
The lay of the land
“Well”, she said, as she fiddled and fussed
With her petticoats. “Likely, I trust,
You’ll be wanting a root.
So, get out of that suit,
And get on with it then, if you must!”
Intramural sports
At the girls’ college, where she’d once boarded,
The sports mistress found it afforded
Her sinister power…
Young girls in the shower…
She’d found it exciting, though sordid.
Disgruntled
Sick of being so often rebuffed,
“They’re all sluts, those damn bitches!” he huffed.
“If they bloody well begged,
Pussies spread, open-legged,
I’d just tell ’em all go and get stuffed!”
Ad urinam puellae bibere
In Krafft-Ebing, good Lord, one may read,
About perverts, with some silly need
To employ, or coerce
Girls…to fuck? No! Much worse!
To stand, wanking, and watch while they peed!
Full of himself
His great cock, in itself was impressive!
He need not have been so aggressive;
She’d wanted it too!
But then, what could she do?
To be raped, more or less, seemed excessive!