So, she’s there, wearing nothing but socks,
Hand on tits, and a hand on her box..
Young and helpless and small,
With her back to the wall,
In a room full of fuck-hungry jocks.
They agreed this was love, heart to heart…
No more loneliness, being apart…
Just imagine their joy,
A young girl, a young boy…
Not quite fucking, but still, it’s a start!
Ts and Cs
Her consent came with terms and conditions:
Use condoms. Her choice of positions.
No anal… not yet.
Lick her first, get her wet…
And between fucks, of course, intermissions.
Dubious
She’s still dubious, worried and tetchy…
Her knowledge of sex a bit sketchy…
How can his cock fit
Up her tight little slit?
Thank God pussies, she’s heard, are quite stretchy.
Suck it and see
Though the thought of it makes her quite ill,
Now she’s worried she’ll seem like a dill…
All her girlfriends are fucking,
And she’s still just sucking…
Odds are that one day, soon, she will.
Locker room
What the fuck? This is kind of extreme!
Cheer leader, but still… the whole team?
Is it just cos they won?
Their idea of fun?
She thinks, stifling a scream.
As good as a holiday
His sex habits, increasingly strange,
Made, at least, for a bit of a change…
Latex, whips, butt plugs, rope,
She accepted, in hope
Of some quid pro quo kinky exchange.
Moment of truth
He woke up with the thought “Am I queer?”
He just couldn’t shake the idea…
His fondness for pearls…
Though he did quite like girls…
Not to lie with so much… just lie near.
It stacks up
“A good head, a great ass, and well stacked…
And I know that she roots, for a fact.”
He said (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).
“Man up! Buy her a drink!
To say more would be lacking in tact.”
Fear and favour
So, she fucks the guy, just as a favour…
He’s black… a big cock, a new flavour…
She figures why not?
She might like it a lot…
And, worst case, he’s some kind of white slaver.