Just the thought of it made her quite ill.
“It’s so big! It won’t fit!”
“Yes it will!”
So she parted her thighs,
Bit her lip, closed her eyes,
And just tried to lie perfectly still.
Tag: virgin
Balance of power
“Please be gentle, I beg you!” she pleaded.
He grunted, undressed her, proceeded.
He did use some spit,
To assist with the fit,
But used rather more force than was needed.
Fear of the unknown
At the sight of her cunt he took fright!
“Stick it in, lad,” she said. “It won’t bite!”
That might well have been true…
But, for all that he knew,
If he did as she said… it just might!
Damp squib
Though in fact quite a sexual squib,
And a virgin, she’d told him a fib;
“I’m a trollop!” she’d said.
Naked now, in his bed,
What to do? She’d just have to ad-lib!
After the ball
A young debutante, glamorous, chaste;
Panties soaked, nipples hard! Her heart raced!
Underneath her silk gown
Captain Parker went down
On her. God! She’d be ruined! Disgraced!
First time lucky
“We’ll that wasn’t too bad!” she’d said, brightly.
“Tight fit, but it only hurt slightly!”
Still, though, a bit shocked
That he’d gone off half-cocked…
Half-way in… so she’d been let off lightly.
Profit and loss statement
While a virgin, a certain inertial
Reluctance for things controversial
Delayed getting laid;
Her decision, when made,
Was cold-heartedly, strictly commercial.
Rutting season
He was big, he was handsome and strong.
Though she knew that to root him was wrong,
She just knew that she would,
Though she tried to be good,
Poor sweet virgin, alas! (Not for long!)
A little water clears us of this deed
They’d had sex; the guilt drove her insane!
If her mum found out, how to explain?
She stood there, in the shower,
For almost an hour.
The evidence washed down the drain.
Feeling it in her bones
Although virginal, tight, tense and narrow,
His cock, long, hard, straight as an arrow,
Plunged in to the bone!
Though she let out a moan,
She was secretly thrilled to the marrow!