When he fucked her, she let out a squawk…
Hymen busted… a pop like a cork…
Like a battering ram
In her pussy… goddam!
She’d be lucky if she could still walk!
Tag: virgin
Trust
She’s right there, naked, plainly unfussed…
Such naivety, innocence, trust…
“Come lie here,” she said,
Smiling, patting the bed…
“You could fuck me… perhaps… if you must.”
Best forgotten
Her first romance, alas, was ill fated…
He fucked her the first time they dated…
Drunk, back to a wall…
Far as she could recall…
Up her arse… that was what she’d most hated.
A winning hand
Inch by inch his hand creeps up her stocking…
His thumb’s reached her panties… Eek! Shocking!
She gasps, rolls her eyes,
Knows her virginal thighs
And the boy’s will be soon interlocking.
Answer to a maiden’s prayer
Though his cock smelt and tasted so yucky,
Though cum-spattered, sticky and mucky,
She had in fact prayed
Not to die an old maid,
So considered herself kind of lucky.
Criteria
Over time she grew steadily wearier,
Softened her rigid criteria…
That or not know
How it felt , there, below…
To have somebody up her interior.
Convoluted volition
Still, for reasons arcane, convoluted,
A virgin, she might, if it suited,
The right stars aligned,
Perhaps not too much mind,
If she fancied some chap, being rooted.
Loophole
We can’t fuck… I’m a virgin, she said…
But he managed to get her in bed…
He came up with a loophole,
And diddled her poop-hole,
Then got her to suck it instead.
A nod and a wink
He can fuck me, I guess, she decides…
And she nods, and he winks… in it slides…
Cherry popped… a bit ouch,
On the living room couch,
His big cock somewhere up her insides!
On the market
Still a virgin, but not unassailable…
Fuck! She’s completely available!
What the fuck, right?
Get a fuck, like, tonight,
Or else, fuck! This sweet pussy’s damn saleable!