Boys at school, whom she tended to shun,
Were all stupid and gross, except one,
The cute nerd in her class,
Skinny legs, skinny arse…
Yeah… to fuck him, she thought, would be fun.
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Aftermath
Cum still oozed from her cunt, she could smell it…
Her pussy still hurting like hell… it
Gaped wide, like a yawn
Its lips tattered and torn,
Like her cunt had been hit with a mallet!
No picnic
A nice picnic he’d said… what a shambles!
She thinks, as she sobs, as she scrambles,
Butt-naked, half-raped,
Having somehow escaped,
Through the mud and the briars and brambles.
Bad to the bone
When they met, she’d have run, had she known
That the bastard was bad to the bone…
Drugs and violence, rape…
Which she didn’t escape…
Still, she stayed, her young heart turned to stone.
Le petit mort
She was stroking her pussy while driving
And coming, more so than arriving…
The seat leather wet…
Come again? Yep! You bet!
Take the odds… rather long… on surviving.
Swoon
Pleasure greater for being postponed,
Nice, she thought, to be properly boned,
As her fucked her again…
God! A man among men!
As she came, swooned and, coming to, moaned.
The underdog
Would his penis, as big as was touted,
Fit in her damn pussy? She doubted…
She put up a fight,
But, so slender and slight,
In the end she was thoroughly routed.
Suffrage
Miss Patricia was thoroughly modern,
Trod always the path seldom trodden,
A young suffragette,
Pussy readily wet,
Knickers often, in fact simply sodden.
Endowment
Nice girl, but a little slow-witted,
Less well endowed brain-wise than titted…
She went on a date,
And by quarter to eight
She’d been fucked everywhere that it fitted!
The seal
Red-faced, eyes popping, gurgling, gasping,
Hands flapping about, blindly grasping,
His cock down her throat…
Like a seal… “Oat! Oat!”
She grunts / barks, chokes, coughing, breath rasping.