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!
The company he keeps
Said Her Majesty, “This is just awful!
One ought to just make it unlawful,
Let men be disgraced,
For such damned sinful waste
Of good money and seed, by the whoreful!
Healthy curiosity
With a mother and father so stern,
When she so much desired to learn,
When her heart was on fire,
Consumed with desire,
To fuck, (There!) to whom could she turn?
Brotherly love
She slept naked and, when sound asleep,
Her unscrupulous brother would peep.
Sometimes, even, he’d touch,
And then, daring so much,
Fuck her too, sneaky, snivelling creep!
At the club
“God! Those cute little whores, down in Delhi!”
The colonel said. “Titties like jelly!
Like beautiful dolls!
Stick your cock in their holes,
You can feel the rice in their belly!”
Amenable
Though a bit of a giggler and squirmer,
God bless her! He just had to murmur…
A word in her ear …
She’d laugh. “Front or rear?”,
Hand stroking his cock, getting firmer!
Worked over
First a head job (well, throat fuck), then, finally,
Over an armchair, vaginally.
All fair enough…
But then once again, rough,
Up the arse, which annoyed her, though minorly.