God! She’d not even thought to enquire,
Half-drunk, by the flickering fire!
Well fucked, but by whom?
She’d been led to assume
By Sir Hugh, (but in fact by his squire!)
Tag: consent
Beyond reasonable doubt
If he’d fucked her, that night, as she claimed,
(As he had), could a fellow be blamed?
She’d flashed tit in the bar,
Sucked his cock in the car;
Why was she not called out, named and shamed?
Thanksgiving
Too late to back out now, committed!
She’s said yes. How bloody dim-witted!
Two big, hard cocks poking her,
One near-choking her!
Trussed like a turkey, and spitted!
Bending the rules
Now he’s tied her up, just for a game,
Spanked her, tickled her; all pretty tame,
(Which she liked, he could tell,)
Why not fuck her as well?
Damn! To not do would be such a shame!
Spinner
When he whipped out his cock, she thought “Golly!
So big!” But resistance was folly;
Picked up like a doll,
Screwed in this and that hole!
And how was it? Oh, jolly. Just jolly.
One for the road
What on earth had got into her head?
If she’d only said “no thanks” instead!
Not had just one more drink!
Well, what else would she think,
Naked, spreadeagled, tied to his bed?
Enough
“God! Enough is enough!” she cried, heatedly.
“Fuck you!” he answered, conceitedly,
“Just this once more,”
(As he’d told her before!)
Fucking tireless bastard, repeatedly!
The last straw
All her holes pretty much rubbed red-raw,
A late-comer joined in… the last straw!
She groaned “Right, guys, that’s it!
There’s no place he can fit!”
“Oh, come on!” they said. “Don’t be a bore!”
In the heat of the moment
Well, you know… it can be hard to gauge,
In the heat of the moment… the age
Of a girl. (Too damn young?
God! She’s good with her tongue!)
Though you could, perhaps, ask, at some stage.
The matter in hand
His assault, when it came, was abrupt.
She cried “If I might interrupt…!”
Who’d have guessed? Yet he froze,
One young breast, (why God knows),
In each ham-fisted hand roughly cupped!