Oh, the depths to which some men descend!
She fought hard, the young lass, to defend
Her shy virtue, her honour…
Alas, though, a goner…
He still got it in, in the end.
Tag: rape
Reality check
Tits out, flat on her back, her thighs splayed,
Guess I’m gonna get fucked I’m afraid,
She thought, sizing things up…
That’s a big cock there, yup…
So she just closed eyes then and prayed.
Might versus right
From what little the lass recollected,
She might have been raped, she suspected…
The accent on might…
It had been a big night…
And she possibly hadn’t objected.
Fuck toy
Pushed and pulled bent and twisted, contorted,
Fucked so fucking hard her eyes watered!
A plaything, a toy
Fucked by any damn boy,
And by objects large, strange and assorted.
Thrill seeking
She’s bodacious, but vicious and grumpy,
Not keen on the old rumpy-pumpy…
It’s kinda good fun,
Gettin’ up her, but son…
Hang on tight, cos it’s gonna be bumpy!
Hold that thought
His dad said “Son, a word to the wise…
If you have to prise open her thighs,
Better put it on hold…
There are women, I’m told,
Who are apt to gouge out a man’s eyes!”
The better part of valour
It was rape, by its outward appearance,
And yet, he eschewed interference…
A fuck hard contested…
But something suggested
The guy might have had prior clearance.
Truncheon
“I’ve been raped!” she exclaimed when he found her,
To Constable Murphy, the bounder,
Who broke up the mob,
And then finished the job,
With his seven-inch-long quarter-pounder!
Stitched up
Charged with rape, a young man was acquitted,
When blithely the plaintiff admitted,
(Insensitive bitch),
That, not dropping a stitch,
Throughout all, she had silently knitted!
Lost in space
Having forced her, at last to surrender,
And prodded about at her gender,
The rapist said ma’am,
Could you say where I am?
I’m afraid I’m a first-time offender!”