The poor girl was distinctly on edge,
When he whipped out his meat and two veg.
Though she started to cry,
In the blink of an eye,
He’d slipped in the thick end of his wedge!
Tag: consent
Doing her duty
Dashing, handsome, his blue eyes hypnotic,
The uniform strangely erotic.
“Alright, you big brute,
Yes, I’ll give you a root.
Well, to not would seem unpatriotic!”
By-blow
The poor maid in whose knickers he’d ferreted,
Fate, sadly, worse than she merited,
Willing or not,
Was dismissed on the spot,
And the scion concerned disinherited.
Sang froid
Quite renowned for her icy reserve,
She said “God, man! You’ve got some damn nerve!
And trespassing to boot!
Still, I’ll give you a root,
Though it’s more than you bloody deserve!
Foreknowledge and foreplay
The poor bloke, had he known in advance,
He was in with a bloody good chance,
Would have not wasted time
On sweet talk, (what a crime!)
And just gotten straight into her pants!
Full
She’d said yes, and though not one to welch,
Still, her pussy was starting to squelch!
With each stroke of the cock
Of each bloke came the shock
Of a croak from her cunt, like a belch!
Third time lucky
She had rather a way with the chaps,
Nymphomania, some said, perhaps.
Though she’d sometimes say no,
Maybe twice in a row,
Ask again, and she’d always relapse!
Afters
A good dinner. he’d picked up the tab.
She kissed good … squeeze her tits? Go the grab?
If she didn’t object,
Was it fair to expect
She’d not mind if a bloke had a stab?
Homecoming
She went home, her new dress stained and tattered,
No panties, cum-covered, bespattered!
She could have said no,
In fact may have done, though,
Not, of course, that it fucking well mattered!
On the market
Saucy look, bit more tit, bit more leg …
Yeah, like Mum says, he’s rough, a bad egg…
But she’d fuck him like that!
She’s not ugly, not fat …
Fuckin’ hell! Does a girl have to beg?