A young lad and his lass, down in Dover,
Were having a romp in the clover:
He said “Let’s play cricket!”
She said “You can stick it!”
He did, and he bowled said young bold maiden over!
Tag: rape
Cad
The sitting
Lady Swandown agreed to be painted:
“By art,” she said, “one can’t be tainted.”
She gladly posed nude,
But refused to be screwed,
And yet was, when he flashed, and she fainted.
The unexpected
Lady Wentworth, just back from the hunt,
Was assailed with an instrument blunt,
With such strength and such force,
She could not sit a horse
On the region that suffered the brunt!
Faint heart, fair lady
When Leticia Fitzgerald-Jones fainted,
A chap not the least bit acquainted
Thought “How’s that for luck!”
He partook of a fuck,
And then left her there, gooey and tainted!
Carte blanche
If of sex Lady Sarah grew bored,
Then she not only slept, but she snored:
But although it peeved some,
She had great tits and bum,
And it gave one carte-blanche if ignored!
On the tip of her tongue
Lady Forsythe, her clothing askew,
Claimed that someone, she didn’t know who,
Since his name now escaped her,
Quite possibly raped her,
Whilst bending down, tying her shoe.
Prey
So, she’s there, wearing nothing but socks,
Hand on tits, and a hand on her box..
Young and helpless and small,
With her back to the wall,
In a room full of fuck-hungry jocks.
Unfetterred
To the juice of the grape much indebted…
She’s sprawled, languid, access unfettered…
Her pussy lips smile,
His to have for a while,
As he licks them, to get them well wetted.
Open invitation
Not embarrassed, the least bit ashamed,
Naked, drunk, “Fuck me guys!” she exclaimed,
Arse and pussy agape…
She could always cry rape,
So the boys, and not she would be blamed.