Cherry popped… and, of course, she’d survived!
They both laughed a bit, joked and high-fived.
“Did you come?”
She said “Yes,
And I guess, more or less,
If I ain’t coming still, I’ve arrived!”
Tag: virgin
Transfixed
The poor girl, still a virgin, unchurched,
Nonetheless, somehow, found herself perched,
To her horror and shock,
On his lordship’s large cock,
As she sobbed, and she shuddered and lurched!
Reasonable doubt
She was sexy as hell, though not clever.
She’d never had sex! Never! Ever!
He said “Well, you should!
Sex is awful damn good!”
And she answered “Yeah. No. Yeah. Whatever!
Opportunity knocking
At sixteen, still a virgin (though barely),
Life treated her bloody unfairly,
She thought, with a pout,
Having once more missed out,
When the chance of a root came so rarely!
Window dressing
Miniskirt, halter, stockings of mesh,
Maiden offering, smooth, shining flesh!
Breasts as firm as ripe fruit,
His to have and to root!
Perhaps virginal, tender and fresh!
Truth in advertising.
“I’m a virgin,” she said. “Bona fide!”
But, of course, it turned out that she’d lied.
She’d been rooted by men,
Not just now and again,
But extensively so, far and wide!
Naive
The poor girl, so naive and so shy,
When he fondled her, thought that she’d die!
When he whipped out his cock!
In her state of mute shock,
She could not even think to think “why?”
The fitting room
It just fitted, delightfully tightly!
Her hymen did slow things down, slightly.
She didn’t mind much,
(Just some squealing and such).
“Good! That’s out of the way!” she said brightly.
Prom night
In the cold of the night, breasts tight-budded,
Eyes brimming, goose-pimpled, She shuddered.
Her first time and all!
Up against a brick wall,
Disappointing, and sort of cold-blooded.
Over the hump
It just fitted, delightfully tightly!
Her hymen impeded him slightly.
She didn’t mind much,
(Just some squealing and such);
“Well, that’s out of the way!” she said brightly.