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From: miramalin@aol.com (MiraMalin)
Subject: A very Moral Tale (poem M/f reluctant anal)
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This is an erotic poem. It may contain descriptions of consensual
sexual activity outside of a standard missionary position. If this is going to
offend you, I'd advise strongly against reading any further.

If you are a minor, cease and desist as well. This story wasn't meant
for you. You probably won't like it anyway.

Thanks for those friends who've giggled and approved of this un already. 

The poem may be archived as long as there is no charge for access to
it, it remains unchanged and I am given credit for the work.

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He had a dream, that grew so strong since he met her he'd wanted to sink;
All his hardness, stretching ever so far, deep in her backside, so tight and so
pink
So fascinated by her rosebud sweet, so wrinkled, so pink, so soft, so tiny;
His tongue swirling round in that hole neat, licking, tasting and  sucking it
shiny

But he wanted more and she was afraid, he could tell by the way, she'd been
curt
As his finger inserted in his pretty maid, she resisted, fretted, made it hard
work
But tonight, yes tonight, this very eve, he was going to have her , his dream.
Even if he'd have to lie and deceive, even if force made her scream

Even if t'was the last, the ultimate thing, he thought as he plied her with
drink;
She soon tipsy, her head seemed to sing, he carried her off with a nod and a
wink
Slowly removing her layers of clothes, and softly caressing her breasts;
over her stomach, his hand freely roves, a massage as she moaned at her rest

Gently, she lay there, almost asleep he turned her over onto her front,
He buried his head between her soft cheeks and kissed at her moistening cunt
Taking warm oil from the table nearby, heating the fluid there in his hands
A touch at her neck, she made to sigh, she responded drowsily at his commands

His hands were so soothing and warm, as he slid down her neck and her back
circling round the sides of her form her breasts, her waist and her crack.
Small circles, widening to her delight, relaxing her breathing so deep
and downwards to her hole so tight, he moved to cup the sweet cheeks

Then onwards down to her shapely thighs, then up to her backside once again
Over and over, in greasy surprise, adding more oil, like a fine summer rain.
He ran just a finger across her tight crack slowly, lightly and she did not
move;
He poured on oil to make her quite slack, watching it filter down into the
groove.

He let it run down to her ample hips and if she wasn't already so wet;
This would help him to sail his ship, to push and thrust where she'd never
forget
Inserting his thumb and turning it slow, in and out to the knuckle, so sly, so
firm,
Then up to her pucker, he slid, tracing round it in circles, making her squirm.

Carefully, watchfully he pressed his thumb, against the hole, so enticingly
tight,
Easing the oil in, almost made him come, as his finger slid in, she put up no
fight.
Just a tiny bit more, no reaction from her, he wiggled and patted her lovely
tush;
coating her arsehole, soaking her fur, as he slid back again to her bush.

In a little further, her butt felt so hot, she was so round and so tight,
He pushed in and out, past the tight knot - of her second virginity, his new
delight.
Buried his digit in her sweet arse, unlike anything he'd ever felt before
His cock was throbbing, wanting to pass, into that chamber he'd come to adore

He wanted to ram his hardness inside, but he knew patience was the key
Spreading her further with two fingers wide, her stretched hole, a joy there to
see.
He stroked three fingers first out and then in, until he felt her tight hole
unlock;
What would be next, in this sweet spot of sin -  his fist or his tongue or his
cock

She moaned as all his digits disappeared, right inside her exalted behind,
He was amazed, it was just as he feared, when her arse started moving in time.
"GOODNESS" he thought, she's liking this, she's getting turned on, what a sight
Removed his fingers, he watched her in bliss, as she gaped, receded back tight

He reached under her hips, pulling her up, positioning her down on her knee
She moaned softly, as he waited to sup, for his pleasure to such a degree
Pouring more oil down the crack of her butt, and onto his hardening cock
Making sure it was slippery, right to the nut, then he pressed the head to her
lock

Pushing gently, he felt her stretch and he watched for each sign of resistance
So far so good thought he, the wretch as he watched himself going the distance
Her gluttinous hole swallowed the head - of his cock - so he held himself there
Giving her time to adjust on that creaking bed, she cried as he pulled at her
hair

Quickly he grabbed her, hard by the hip -  holding her, not letting her move
"Please" she cried, "touch my soft clit", one hand reached down to her groove.
Around her flat stomach, to rub her puss, as he pushed himself in inch by inch
She moved against him, never a fuss, though her rectum was feeling the pinch.

This only served to excite him more, and, with one huge push, he was wedged
Deep and firm in her,  making her sore, his desire keeping him right on edge
He pulled back slightly, started to stroke, she was ridged underneath him in
pain,
But he couldn't stop now, the devious bloke, he had further inches to gain.

Her hot hole was gripping him tight, she was hot like an oven on full
Feelings radiated, to mutual delight, in and out, in and out they both pulled
Sweat runs down his wrinked brow, drips onto her back, he struggled to stay
Keeps her up on her knees, as he ploughed and she wriggled to escape far away

Suddenly she collapsed, flat on the bed, he impaled still in her upraised
backside
Keeping his cock in her hole stretched red,with his legs spread one on each
side
He grabbed the rails of the bedstead brass, with both hands and then he
withdrew
til the head alone, buried in her arse and he waited till she squeaked to him
"Do".

A powerful shove, he pushed into her bowel as far as his cock could thrust in,
She felt it pulsating and started to howl, she moaned, her mouth fixed in a
grin,
She felt that throbbing inside so hard and so deep, She felt again the familiar
urge
The impending climax leaving her a heap, to linger, shivering after that surge.

She strained against him, wanting much more, and he felt her move with desire
He charged at her entrance, knocked on her backdoor, ready to extinguish her
fire
Again and again, deep and hard at each thrust, faster, more violent, and aimed.
She screamed out aloud, as her orgasm burst, leaving her battered and maimed

She clenched, unclenched, out of control, pushed him over the edge as he came
Again and again filling her virgin hole, spraying his juice to moisten her
shame
He lay on top, his breath like through mud, then reluctantly slipped from her
hole,
Allowing his cum to escape in a flood, repentent now at his brutish role.

"I'm sorry my darling, that I was so rough," The satisfied wretch now so
contrite,
She gazed at him whispering "No, where you've been, I should treat you like
shite
You took me along with you underhand, you've fulfilled the wish that you
craved;
But now that you've done it, that's all that you'll get, for others my pussy
I'll save."

You can beg, you can wheedle, you can cry, then you can repent at your leisure;
For this is the result of your devious try, to endeavour to steal your
pleasure.
I've given you much before this wicked eve, when you were gentle and wise
Now you've tried to trick and deceive, how can I trust your falsehoods, your
lies?

And that was an end to a cherished romance, despite her enjoyment and fun,
She wanted a man who wouldn't lead her a dance, and then steal into her bum;
So male lovers be warned, at the end of this tale, obtain her consent,'fore you
err;
If you don't want regrets, gnashing and wails, or be cursed for a fool and a
cur.

M'sieur Le Margrave de MiraMalin


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