“Oh you cannot put that there,” she said,
“Until after the day we are wed,
For I’m saving that niche,
But you can, if you wish,
Put your thing in my bottom instead!”
Tag: virgin
Pluck
In the hay, in a fairly clean stall,
Miss O’Keefe gave the young groom her all
It was such a tight fit
That her poor fanny split,
But she pluckily still took it all!
Hey diddle diddle
She was dainty, naive and demure,
So probably therefore quite pure.
The poor village dunce
Claimed he’d diddled her once,
But in retrospect wasn’t so sure!
Wild child
Young and beautiful… almost a child…
Smiling… begs to be used and defiled…
So sweet, innocent, pure…
He asks “Are you sure?”
“Fuck yeah!” she says. “Fuckin’ go wild!”
The devil within
Though she’d blushed as she shyly undressed,
Hands on pussy and one perky breast,
Soon she clambered on top,
Bucking, fucking non-stop,
Like a demon, a woman possessed!
Hiding and seeking
“He’s so nice!” she said, shyly confiding.
“But still, I had trouble deciding…
I’d sucked him before,
But he wanted… well… more…
I said yes… God! My cunt copped a hiding!”
Dubious
She’s still dubious, worried and tetchy…
Her knowledge of sex a bit sketchy…
How can his cock fit
Up her tight little slit?
Thank God pussies, she’s heard, are quite stretchy.
Suck it and see
Though the thought of it makes her quite ill,
Now she’s worried she’ll seem like a dill…
All her girlfriends are fucking,
And she’s still just sucking…
Odds are that one day, soon, she will.
Miss-givings
What on earth does he possibly mean?
Gosh! Whatever it is sounds obscene!
Painful, possibly, too…
What’s a woman to do?
She’s most certainly not a bit keen!
Free will and determinism
Still a virgin, but what are the odds?
The boy’s putting the question.. she nods…
Had she not had a drink,
Maybe… What do you think?
Nah. It’s all in the laps of the gods.