Young and innocent… how could she know
Where his cock was intended to go?
In the back or the front?
In her arse or her cunt?
In fact both, hard and deep, long and slow!
Tag: deflowered
Trampling daisies
He sneaked up on her slyly, the coward…
Poor girl, she was soon overpowered…
Manhandled, stripped bare…
Gave her such a bad scare!
Not to mention her being deflowered.
Deflowerment
Some days later, her tears all shed,
She no longer wished that she were dead…
Once deflowered, it’s done…
Sex might even be fun…
She should just get that into her head!
Lordly
“Bring her in,” said M’lord to his steward…
Poor virgin, to this end procured…
Deflowered in haste,
Then discarded, disgraced,
Fallen woman, her ruin ensured!
Nipped in the bud
Girls, come puberty, soon as they bloom,
Await mostly the same pleasant doom;
To be noticed by men,
And desired, and then
Be deflowered; who knows, though, by whom?
Beguiled
Though voluptuous, rather a child,
She was easily charmed and beguiled;
Flattered, wildly impressed,
She was swiftly undressed,
And deflowered, debauched and defiled.
A warm day in a punt
Though her parents were watchful and doting,
One Sunday, at Oxford, out boating,
A fellow called Howard, her
Cousin, deflowered her,
Both, of course, secretly gloating!
Wide eyes and wide thighs
‘Twas a thing to astound and bewilder!
The way that it grew! How it filled her!
Still half yet to go!
Quite impossible … though…
She’d damn get it all in, if it killed her!
Parlour games
In the dark, from somewhere on the couch,
A sweet, girlish, young voice exclaimed “Ouch!”
Had she been overpowered?
Perhaps been deflowered?
Some carnal adventure, I’ll vouch!
The upshot
From besotted, bemused and beguiled,
To deflowered, debauched and defiled;
Now the object of scorn,
Pouting, moody, withdrawn,
(If he only had!), heavy with child!