She’d gone out to the pub and got plastered;
She woke up, her jeans still half-masted,
Her pussy awash!
“Strange,” she thought, then “Oh gosh!
That cute guy must have fucked me, the bastard!”
Not bashful
On reflection, she’d been a bit rash,
To have popped out her tits, done a flash!
The lads choked on their beers,
So, (clapping and cheers),
She’d bent down and showed them her gash!
Against all odds
He had such a huge cock, the damn lech!
And the girl, still a virgin, poor wretch!
Her young pussy so tight!
No chance! Well…he just might
Get it in, (which he did), at a stretch!
Fetching
In her nightie, she looked rather fetching,
The way it was clinging and stretching.
She’d give him a screw,
Try the deep-throat thing too,
Which she still couldn’t do without retching!
The siesta
In the heat of the day, as she naps,
Skirt scrunched up, it exposes the flaps
Of her pussy, poor girl,
(The moist flesh, the soft curl),
To a man passing by, say, perhaps!
Free will and determinism
She showed plenty of boob, which was great,
Wore no panties, which didn’t equate
To her being a slut,
Not conclusively, but
At the very least, though, tempting fate!
Rendezvous
Be the risk of it however slight
That he’d ravish her, still he just might.
So then, what should she do?
Keep the damn rendezvous?
Might it be rather nice? Well, yes. Quite!
Trapped
Gosh! she thought. Things do look pretty grim,
And the odds on escaping damn slim!
He was hung like a horse!
She survived, though, of course,
It was like she’d been torn limb from limb!
Battle scars
A tough, leathery pussy, well-worn,
Droopy-lipped and bedraggled and torn;
Done good service, for sure!
Imagine it newer…
Sometime, say, before he was born!
Different strokes
She’s been tied up, been fucked rough and caned…
She came hard, though. Distinctly unfeigned!
Well, it does take all types.
But the welts and the stripes?
Some things can’t be so simply explained!