Such a pretty young girl… so molestable,
Giggly, naive and suggestible…
“More wine, my dear?”
His motives are clear…
Exploitive, obscene and detestable!
Tag: abuse
Cork
There was a young lady from Cork
Who thought babies were brought by the stork…
A small lie she’d been told
By a boy… oh so bold
She’d lie down with… and do more than talk.
Eager student
Still a virgin, this boy, she suspected…
She took it in hand and directed…
A nice hefty prick,
Long and pleasantly thick,
And he proved quite adept , once corrected.
Entitlement
“As you wish, sir,” the maid whispered meekly…
“Just let me undress,” she said bleakly…
“Alright, just be quick,”
He said, stroking his prick…
She resisted, protested, but weakly.
Fie nay, prithee John
Twas a sin! God would never excuse…
Father John, whom it used to amuse
To use Sunday school girls…
Young, all giggles and curls…
With their skirts up, bent over the pews.
Defilement
“Well I guess I been proper defiled,”
She proclaimed… not much more than a child…
“I been fucked inside out…
Coulda been worse, no doubt…
Maybe next time,” she purred… and she smiled.
The apprentice
Just a young slut, though keen, still in training,
Some need for refinement remaining…
No anal as yet…
One desire unmet…
But the use of her still entertaining.
Misused
She said things about what he would do,
Pretty weird and nasty, if true…
Called her harlot and sinner,
And slut… stuck things in her…
Or whipped her poor tits black and blue.
Confession
She said “Darling, I have a confession…
To judge by your startled expression
You’re worried, confused…
I like being abused…
That’s all… Thank you… Please use your discretion.”
Glum
She walked home, sad and sorry and glum,
Disappointed at being so dumb,
Clots of cum in her cunt,
And all over her front,
Not to mention her mouth and her bum.