The try-on

“God!” he said, rolling off her and sighing.
“Control yourself woman! Stop crying!
I know you said no…
Get your clothes on and go…
You can’t blame a bloke, though, for just trying!”

Pucker up

Well, of course, she was nervous and frightened…
Her poor anus puckered and tightened!
He spat on her bum,
And he worked in his thumb,
Then his cock, as her clenched fingers whitened!

Her new bike

Her new bike has a basket in front,
Good for exercise… huff, puff and grunt!
A nice bell on the bar,
But, of course, best by far,
How its saddle-beak rubs on her cunt!

Conscience

It was certainly rather unkind
The poor girl being deaf, mute and blind,
To have fucked her like that!
I mean… what kind of rat… ?
Though she’d seemed not to very much mind.