Past eighteen and still virginal, quaintly…
Angelic face… arse not so saintly…
She gave in at last…
It was urgent and fast…
“Gosh! That’s it? What the fuck?” she said faintly.
Tag: virgin
Don’t walk on the grass
He’d have not fucked the girl, had he known it…
Her pussy, though, once he’d been shown it,
Her tight virgin cunt
Had a sign on the front:
“Please don’t touch. If you break it you own it.”
Innocent
Young and innocent… how could she know
Where his cock was intended to go?
In the back or the front?
In her arse or her cunt?
In fact both, hard and deep, long and slow!
A few drinks
A few drinks he said… look where it’s led!
His big hands on her arse, the cheeks spread…
Pussy lips pulled apart…
Her poor virginal heart
Filled with guilt, shame and gut-wrenching dread!
Lustful
“You don’t say!” Mindless chatter… She’s racked
By her lust, as a matter of fact…
Slut and virgin in one…
Sex must be so much fun!
How the funk, sweat and splatter attract!
Tacit consent
When he fucked her, deep down she rejoiced…
Jubilation, however, unvoiced,
Flushed with pleasure, not shame…
He could shoulder the blame…
Though her cunt had been already moist!”
Ripe
Post-pubescent, her womanhood blooming,
Boys sniffing round, older men grooming…
She’s yet to decide,
Let alone to confide,
Whom she’ll give herself to… just assuming.
Objective
That cute chick… do you think she’s a renter?
I’d pay to get up her… plumb centre!
Yeah, no… maybe not…
A damn virgin, or what?
I might just do the old break and enter!
Done
Look, he said. You’re a pretty cute kid.
If you want a damn fuck, (which she did),
Spread your pussy, okay?
And she rushed to obey,
Cherry something of which to be rid.
Near things
Though she’s had a few narrow escapes…
Pussy-grabbling, bum-pats, near-rapes…
Just by sheer, dumb luck,
Still no actual fuck…
Though that might just have been sour grapes.