Though he had no defence, still he tried,
Saying “Look, it was hard to decide…
She might not have said yes,
But she hitched up her dress,
So it seemed, somehow, sort of implied.”
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The worm in the bud
When they fuck, she moans, groans and pretends.
Could they not just have stayed just good friends?
It’s just sex, but she knows,
Or can only suppose,
It will be that much worse, when it ends.
Upstairs, downstairs
They’d drawn straws, all the maids, for first dibs…
Glassy-eyed, Bess exclaimed “Lord! His Nibs!
I’ve been fucked black and blue!
Near split me in two!
I could feel it right up to me ribs!”
The language of love
She was deaf-mute, poor slut, but could mime…
Lusty hip-thrusts, lewd gestures… sublime!
Splendid titties as well,
Sparkling eyes! Truth to tell,
To not root her had seemed a damn crime!
She had it coming
Served her right, more or less, she admitted,
Well-formed as she was, ample-titted,
For flirting like that,
To, in five minutes flat,
Have been face-down, arse-up, being spitted!
Love possibly
Gobs of cum in her hair, on her dress.
Daddy sitting up waiting, she’d guess…
The damn strap in his hand!
Would her folks understand?
It was love! Or quite like. More or less.
After the jousting
Just a squire, a raw, callow youth,
Fair of feature, though rude and uncouth,
Lady Gwendoline mused,
Which his big cock excused,
And he knew how to use it, forsooth!
Tolerance
What a big, hairy, sweaty, dumb goon,
She thought. Like some silly cartoon!
Not to be too unkind,
But she might change her mind,
And say stop, if he doesn’t cum soon!
Animal magnetism
Of finesse he was simply devoid.
She perhaps should have been more annoyed.
Just wham! Bam! The big brute!
A rough, animal root,
She’d surprisingly, though, quite enjoyed!
Perspicacity
She came fast, with a guttural groan,
Sighed, and said “That was close to the bone,
To have called me a slut!
Which I am, frankly, but
How on earth could you ever have known?”