“Do you want a damn fuck or not, cowboy?
Or else, let a man show you how, boy.
This filly can buck!
Saddle up! Try your luck!
It’s free pussy,” she said. “Grab it now, boy!”
Tag: virgin
No quitter
She’d imagined sex might be more splendid.
In fact, she was glad when it ended.
She’d do it again,
Though, with different men,
Just as soon as her pussy had mended.
Getting laity
Once religious, she’d lately recanted.
“You’ll burn in hell, girl!” the priest ranted.
A guy that she knew
Then agreed to a screw;
“Good, that’s out of the way too,” she panted.
Going forward
She’d said yes, although under duress;
When he’d done, though, she had to confess
It had been rather fun,
Once the fuck had begun,
Never mind that the sheets were a mess!
The loophole
Christian women, God’s virgins, rejoice!
For small blessings, give thanks, raise your voice!
No, of course you can’t screw
As unsaved women do…
There’s still buggery though… It’s your choice!
A will and a way
He pushed hard, and he gave it a nudge,
But her hymen, alas, wouldn’t budge,
He thought just one last go…
With a running start… though
This, of course, was a bit of a fudge!
Taken in
The poor girl turned as white as the sheet,
And said something I couldn’t repeat.
He’d said “Fooled you! I win!”
Stuck it all the way in!
The damned bastard! The liar! The cheat!
Oral tradition
A good Christian girl, hard to seduce,
She gave ev’ry old tired excuse.
Though she couldn’t, it’s true,
Be persuaded to screw,
She went down on him. Call it a truce!
The rending of the curtain
“Does that hurt?” he enquired, politely,
“No, no, it feels good!” she said brightly.
Then, on the next stroke,
Something inside her broke!
“God! That’s torn it!” he muttered, contritely.
The gift that keeps on giving
It was naughty, of course, but not very;
Their Christmas would be oh so merry!
On Christmas Eve night,
(She rubbed, squirmed with delight),
She would let the sweet boy pop her cherry!