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Content Rating Notice: XGC -- May Contain Extreme Graphic Content
Only For: 18 and Older, Not Offended
  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Erotica >> ID #1034434  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Have a Drink My Darling
A very disturbing poem of the sick actions of a drug induced sexual encounter
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HAVE A DRINK MY DARLING

I so enjoy it when you’re drunk
You’re just so much more fun to play with
For it seems you simply just don’t care
No matter where I touch
No place does seem forbidden

With each passing drink you become more care free
As you giggle
I stroke
You moan

My experience tells me that no matter what I do
This will always be our secret
For the drink it clouds your memory
Or should I say the substance contained within it

You are so young
Fifteen maybe
Sixteen tops
Still you are dressed with all on show
Knee high boots
Short leather skirt
With a top cut very low

As you vie with your fading consciousness
I run my hand over your soft leather boots
Up your long smooth leg
Between your thighs
To caress the dampness of your virgin white panties
Each caress releasing a gentle moan
And a further stiffening in my pants

Eager to taste your sweet juices
I move my other hand
As together they remove the warm, wet underwear
To expose your smooth, shaven hole
Parting your legs a little more
I move my head
To feast on the sweet pussy nectar

You taste so good as you slip out from conscious thought
Finally your body and mind lost in total sleep
Completely mine to play with

For a moment I break away from the feast of your sweet taste
As I remove the constraints of my clothes

I look down upon you as you lie peaceful on the bed
Such a beautiful virgin form
Untouched
Unspoilt
Until tonight at least

I focus on your low cut top
Gazing at the desires held within
Although already leaving little to the imagination
Little now become nothing
As I rip your pert breasts free

I suckle on your hard, red nipples
Your breasts still tender
Not yet quite fully formed
Though still more than ample to play with

With the touch of my fingers
I lift your closed eye lids
So to see your eyes as I penetrate your tight virgin hole
They don’t even flicker
So peaceful

High on the power rush I bang your tender young hole hard
If you were conscious this would surely hurt
But you are not
And even if you were
I still would not care

As I rip into you harder
Deeper
I grip tightly on your chest
As blue bruising joins the redness of your tender young breast
Still you do not move
You do not whimper
You just take it
After all what choice do you have?

For a moment I depart from the bleeding tightness of your hole
As I move to take you from behind
You may be bleeding but still not deep enough
Not yet
But now much, much better

As I pound the pale whiteness of your tight hole
I feel the sensation of the soft touch of your leather boots
As they rub lovingly against my calves
Knee highs always did turn me on
For this feeling
I fuck you harder
Faster

As I arrive closer to climax
I take a firm grasp on your long brown ponytail with one hand
While groping your battered breast with the other
You are soon to be all mine
My bruised and battered virgin whore

With one final thrust I fuck my load deep inside
Sending it rocketing through your body
For I need no protection
After all you’re a Virgin
Completely clean
Myself however
Well that’s another story
You may even have my baby
How nice for you

Before I leave I wipe clean the excess cum from my hardened shaft
As I slide it deep into your hungry mouth
The sensation of control too much
Making me climax once more
As a river flows freely from the edge of your nasty ruby lips

Completely satisfied
Of my nights endeavours
I finally depart
Thoughts of how you will feel when you awaken pleases me
The confusion
The fear
The look on your father’s face when he discovers your ordeal
So distraught
His precious offspring fucked into the worthless battered whore you have now become
So pleasing
It just felt so good to fuck his dear loving daughter
Maybe tomorrow I should fuck my own
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