Being pregnant, she soon lost her figure,
But still, as her belly got bigger,
Her tits did as well,
She was horny as hell,
And still fucked with commendable vigour!
Tag: pregnant
Cut and thrust
Blind to all but his throbbing erection,
He didn’t use any protection;
The girl didn’t care,
To be totally fair;
Nine months later … caesarean section!
Grey cats in the dark
She’d got pregnant, but who was to blame?
Tom? Dick? Harry? Some other first name?
Perhaps no name at all!
She just couldn’t recall.
In the dark they’d all seemed much the same.
Instant family
Just a case of trust sadly misplaced;
She was rooted, knocked up, left red-faced.
She seduced someone new,
Not much fussed about who,
Since the first fellow couldn’t be traced.
The bastard
Naked, oily, her skin and cunt glistening,
Noone to see, noone listening,
Loudly she came!
Though the child bore his name,
Still he didn’t turn up for the christening!
Father unknown
What a pity she chose to indulge
Her mad whim; now observe the round bulge
At the front of her dress,
And, though gossips may guess
Who’s to blame, that she’ll never divulge!
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Pouting, moody, withdrawn,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!
The secret
Her breasts hurt and continued to grow,
And her belly was starting to show.
If she wore baggy shirts,
And loose dresses and skirts,
Would her teacher or Mum or Dad know?
Doing is knowing
She was prudish and quickly offended,
Or, maybe, she only pretended:
She must have known lust,
From her burgeoning bust,
And her belly, so plainly distended.