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!
Tag: rape
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.
Blessèd are the meek
Dirty rat! Like, of all the damn cheek!
They’d been just fooling round, so to speak,
When he stuck in his cock!
Balls deep… Bit of a shock!
“Stop!” she cried… more a squeak than a shriek.
His for the asking
When he grabbed her, she took him to task…
“Dude, like what’s with the knife and the mask?
Put that damn shit away!
But don’t go, you can stay…
Want to fuck me? You only need ask!”
Invading her personal space
She screamed “No!” The poor innocent wretch,
As she felt her poor pussy hole stretch…
Pushed and pulled, deep and wide,
His cock pounding inside…
“Your sweet arse next,” he growled, the damn lech!