The man’s lust was wild, brutish, unfettered…
Poor girl, she’d been groped, mauled, hard petted,
But strangely enough,
Although needlessly rough,
Soon her pussy was thoroughly wetted.
Tag: groped
Ribbit
She’d been grabbed and groped, prodded and poked,
Had his cock down her throat till she choked,
Fucked and fisted, of course…
Bruised and battered, and hoarse,
“Well, that just leaves my arsehole!” she croaked.
A certain inevitability
He’d be rooting her shortly , she sensed,
And she involuntarily tensed,
As he groped her down there…
It just seemed so unfair!
If he’d asked… but with which he’d dispensed.
Crossing the line
Around fourteen her womanhood loomed…
Hips and breasts swelled. More knowing. She bloomed.
Stupid boys in her class
Squeezed her tits, groped her arse,
To much more of which shit she was doomed.
To market, to market
Naked, chained, prodded, things looking dire,
Indecently groped by each buyer…
The slave-dealer’s voice …
She had damn little choice
Except squeal and squirm and perspire!
Dashed hopes
The poor girl sat at home and just moped.
She’d been kissed, promised things, squeezed and groped;
She’d have rooted him too,
If he’d asked. All too true!
How she wished that she had, then eloped!
Cause and effect
There are possible causative links
Between how much a young woman drinks
And if, how, where and when
She’ll have sex with strange men.
And, when groped, if she just smiles and winks.
A bird in the hand
She was pretty, nice tits, but a floozie,
Had too much to drink, she felt woozy.
He groped her; she laughed!
Well a bloke would be daft
Not to root her! One shouldn’t be choosy.
The upper hand
When he groped at her tits, she got cross,
And thought “Fuck it! I’ll show him who’s boss!”
So she did a slow strip;
First he started to drip,
Then he came, and she thought “Well, small loss!”
Fair game
Being reckless and devil-may-care,
She accepted a mischievous dare,
Being all in good fun,
To strip naked and run,
Being chased by some chaps round the square.
Of course all of the men were aware
That the lass had drunk more than her share,
But the girl had no shame,
Just a tart and fair game:
She was up for whatever, they’d swear!
Take the outfit she’d chosen to wear:
Low-cut blouse and a skirt up to there!
She undressed on the spot
Showed them all that she’d got:
A nice arse and my God, what a pair!
They yahooed when she stood there, all bare,
In the public bar’s fluorescent glare…
As she pouted and posed,
With her pink bits exposed,
All the lads had a jolly good stare!
They yelled “Go!” and one smacked her derriere.
She ran out of the pub like a hare,
Then the men took off too,
With great hullabaloo:
Jolly sport, as the Brits say, or rare!
Well, of course, the girl hadn’t a prayer.
A man shouted “Let’s give her a scare!”
She was caught, squeezed and groped,
Victors’ spoils they hoped.
No, in love and war, all isn’t fair!