Virgin’s First

by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of Thorn

- do not use without the author's permission.


The nervous virgin, crossing the quad
Dressed in tight sweater, in high heels shod
My camel-toe pants
A new kind of trance
Life changing moment, forward I plod

Failing in English, going to see
Professor’s study, making my plea
“Come to my parlor”
“Put on my collar”
“Good grades I promise, just pay my fee”

Blushing and gushing, heard the whispers
Professor Pervert, the Dean’s listers
“My door’s always open!”
“Grade pressure copin’”
Trading my favors, bottom blisters

Sore bottom rumors, standing a week
Never been bedded, sneaking a peek
His trousers tented
Pheromones scented
Flip-flopping tummy, my yellow streak

His parlor hidden, a secret door
“Your costume darling, and nothing more”
The blood comes rushing
My nipples blushing
“Two days in harness, my serving whore!”

Long sleeves that cover, straps that buckle
Arms high and useless, pausing to suckle
Straight jacket leather
Head in the heather
Pressing intentions, throaty chuckle

“But first a caning, scream when you can”
Whistle stick biting, dastardly plan
Zebra stripe welting
His robe un-belting
Virgin slit dripping, first ever man

“Up on the mattress, sit on your heels!”
“Titties so bouncy, needing some weals”
Whistle stick hitting
No sign of quitting
Subbie space finding, he comes and feels

His robe discarded, coming to touch
My body burning, Christ on a crutch
Passion storm raging
Rocket ship staging
High wide and helpless, hurting so much

Whistle the bippy, taking command
“Come sit my saddle.” Husky demand
“Sir I’m a virgin!”
Subbie-lust surgin’
Fat fingers questing, filling his hand

“That’s most surprising, one of the few”
Hymen head ripping, screaming on cue
“A thing of your past”
“Your vistas now vast”
“Come here my darling, so tight and new”

Virgin’s first fucking, helpless and wet
The bippy kissing, whole body sweat
Riding his pony
High hard and bony
Wet dreams reliving, and better yet

Love muscle gripping, like an old pro
Passion storm raging, letting it grow
Humping and pumping
Batteries jumping
Virgin’s first fucking, hoeing my row

Professor pervert, hairy and old
Virgin’s first lover, taking a hold
“Your body is mine”
“So firm and so fine”
“That jacket is worth, it’s weight in gold”

Riding the ripper, never escape
Knew what I’m doing, not really rape
Virgin’s first Master
Not a disaster
High hot and horny, video tape

Camera in book bag, hung on the hook
Headlines I’m planning, “Liberties Took!”
Pervert Professor
The evil lecher
Having the hammer, closing the book

Beaten and buggered, night in a bind
The camera filming, hidden in blind
Orgasms training
Pleasure mixed paining
Cock in my pooper, welted behind

Hot ashes dropping, burning my back
Puka pump gagging, leaving no slack
Virgin’s first fucking
Professor’s trucking
Viagra taken, endless attack

Spread eagle helpless, ass in the air
Fanny slap spanking, my rosy pair
Sphincter grip sliding
Roughly he’s riding
My hipbones creaking, I nearly tear

Libido rising, passion storm brews
Rising crescendo, nothing to choose
Pussy proud captive
Proving adaptive
Gag garbled pleading, lighting my fuse

Thunder-fuck pumping, gripping so tight
Professor pervert, up half the night
Camera recording
Secret I’m hording
Plotting his ruin, my helpless plight

A break he’s taking, catching my breath
Nipples he twiddles, hurting like death
Pussy lips tickle
Girl in a pickle
Welted rump spanking, snorting some meth

“You’re getting Dean’s List, top of your class”
Spearing my pussy, giving the gas
High wide and fetching
Pussy lips stretching
Back in the saddle, giving no sass

Back in the jacket, put into bed
The camera hidden, light flashing red?
Batteries dying?
My chances flying.
Keep him distracted, else I am dead

Lying together, after the show
“Your face betraying, just have to know”
“Search you I should!”
“You’re up to no good!”
Camera discovered, smiling psycho

“Its not broadcasting? It’s just this tape?”
Still in my harness, need to escape
“You’ve been so naughty”
“And now you’re caughty”
“Trapped in my study, ready for rape”

“Cannot release you, need a new plan”
“Ponygirl training, sold in Sudan”
“My place in Surry”
“Now what’s your hurry?”
“You know I’ll never, trust you again”

“The Missing Co-ed, breathless newscast”
“Tomorrow a murder, story won’t last”
“Ponygirl training”
“Riches obtaining”
“Sabbatical taking, my vistas vast”

The trunk is smelly, the road is long
Punishment harness, vibrating dong
Harnessed and bridled
Property titled
Pony Girl training, somewhere in Maine

The car is turning, dusty dirt road
Ten miles later, our progress slowed
The engine dying
Sobbing and crying
Pony Farm Package, my row un-hoed

Ma and Pa Kettle, waiting to meet
Professor pervert, captive complete
Farm in the boonies
And loony toonies
Naked and taken, a toothsome treat

“Steady there filly.” My nipple pinched
Dragged out in sunlight, to railing hitched
Pain pleasure lessons
Pony girl sessions
High hot and helpless, brutally switched

Professor pervert, down on his farm
Hoof-boots and hobbles, part of the charm
“Pony girl Molly”
“Meet our new Dolly”
“Matched pair in harness, does me no harm”

“Dolly and Molly, pony girl twins”
“Doubles demanded, double again”
“Two weeks of training”
“It’s useless straining”
“Bondage well tested, staying within”

To showers taken, it’s tough to walk
Bridle bits chewing, can’t even talk
Pony girls cleaning
The most demeaning
Soapy and sudsy, watched like a hawk

Back in my jacket, binding my legs
Fed through a funnel, not steak and eggs
Two ponies serviced
The saints preserve us
Molly and Dolly, tasting the dregs

Bound with my ankles, tight to my thighs
Flopping fish helpless, I cannot rise
Pussy lips parting
Spanked bottom smarting
Held in his stable, bit garbled cries

Molly stands tethered, watching the show
Harnessed and hobbled, pussy juice flow
Down on the tiles
Pumping my piles
Professor pig heaven, man on the go

Bound in tight training, subbie space found
Virgin blood staining, his pussy hound
In come the Kettles
Armed with fresh nettles
Molly’s tits whipping, dancing around

Ma and Pa Kettle, dragging away
Pony girl harnessed, one horsed shay
Left with my Master
Fucking me faster
“Pony girl lessons, starting today”

Flopping not stopping, fresh fucked and sore
Fat fucker topping, his newest whore
Cherry red blushing
Pussy juice gushing
Titties he’s gripping, and grunting “MORE!”

“Ready and waiting.” Call from outside
Pa Kettle coming, “You want to ride?”
“Molly’s here waiting”
“Proud of her gaiting”
“Training her daily, high stepping stride”

Slipping my gripping, shining and wet
Leaving me needing, the perfect pet
Pony tail stuffing
Huffing and puffing
Big greasy butt plug, game match and set

Stretching my sphincter, hurting so much
Filling my colon, asshole to clutch
“Pony tail training”
“Quit your complaining”
“Slave girl too mouthy, the rabbit hutch”

Hoof boots re-tying, “Teach you to trot”
“One mile oval, here on the lot”
“You follow today”
“Beside the shay”
“Molly’s form perfect, her trotting hot”

“Quicker you’re learning, sooner you leave”
“Sudanese market, only reprieve”
“African bidders”
“Big hunky kidders”
“Pony girl racing? Better believe”

Molly stands harnessed, out in the sun
Sitting behind her, eye on her bum
Trotting horse whipping
Bottom flesh stripping
Professor pervert, having his fun

High stepping harlots, learning dressage
Snappy crack welting, painful collage
Dildo high powered
Pussy deflowered
Pony prick standing, senses barrage

Stump breaking session, there on the track
Bent and presenting, penis attack
Buggered young Molly
“Watching this Dolly?”
Her reins in his fist, drawing her back

High hard and thrusting, spearing her butt
Welted rump hurting, well beaten mutt
Kicking and screaming
Like my wet dreaming
Pussy juice frothing, ready to rut

My wet dreams scary, princess in peril
Nightmares remembered, over a barrel
My secret well hidden
Want what’s forbidden
A Master worthy, a Master feral

Professor perfect, filling my bill
His fat ass driving, her colon fill
Tethered and ready
Heartbeats unsteady
Hoping for pope-ing, wanting the thrill

Virgin’s first mating, dirty old man
Subbie space living, peter my pan
Land never never
Fucking forever
Two weeks of training, too short a span

Molly cums humping, screaming in lust
Master grunts curses, his pony trussed
Hot jizzum leaking
Her passion peaking
Consciousness passing, down in the dust

Pulling my partner, hitched in her place
Molly’s head lolling, smile on her face
Master’s whip whistles
Fist full of thistles
Pecker soft swinging, end of the chase

Night in the stables, licking our welts
Licking our clitties, bound by his belts
Two mated ponies
Hoping for bonies
Pony girls wearing, our welted pelts

Our nights in bondage, always a pair
Soothing stuff rubbing, learning to care
Together we feed
Our lesbian need
Pony girls passion, his secret lair

Ma Kettle spying, the boss telling
Professor chuckles, nipple belling
“Lesbians? Hark it!”
“Ready for market!”
Naked in harness, pussies swelling

Next to last session, the two horse cart
Hardbound and helpless, limber whip art
Running for cover
Dolly and lover
Nipple bells jingle, doing their part

Ponies trained tandem, three times the dough
Bottom cheeks welting, bidders to know
“Whip trained and ready”
“Warming your beddy”
Slave sluts and ponies, fat ass in tow

Snappy crack running, never escape
Pulling in tandem, stopping for rape
Hard hearted Master
Faster and faster
Subbie lust gushing, pussies agape

“Monday the crating, shipped over seas”
“Put up for auction, you’re bound to please”
“African owners”
“The big black boners”
“Pussy proud ponies, no more you’ll tease”

Cracking whip gallop, hoof booted kick
Pulling him smoothly, the hardest trick
Lunging I stumble
Taking a tumble
Two ponies tangled, “Better be quick”

Working together, regain our feet
Pulling old fat ass, subbies compete
His whip my ruler
Pain passion schooler
Pony girl training, subbies complete

Morning more training, turning a mill
Pussy split tying, my Master’s will
Clopity clipping
My Master whipping
Grinding up dinner, mushy corn swill

While I am working, telling the tale
Time under torture, thrown into jail
Viet Cong major
The tiger cager
“Two years a captive, whipping my tail”

“Rescue comes riding, valkyrie’s song”
“The choppers rocket, the Viet Cong”
“Tiger cage broken”
“Confusion cloaking”
“Hostage escaping, captive too long”

Professor Pervert, history’s repeat
Whistle stick training, captive complete
Butt plugged and battered
Hymen head tattered
Turning the millstone, something to eat

During the breathers, ring gag in place
His organ recovered, getting a taste
Tonsil fuck gasping
My hair he’s grasping
Gripping my bridle, fucking my face

The mill I power, under his care
Chopper in distance, searching this lair
Molly with Kettle
Testing her mettle
Caught in the open, stump breaking mare

Gunshots and cursing, flash-bangs and fire
The fat man running, too soon he’ll tire
Cop undercover
And bondage lover
Professor Pervert, funeral pyre

Back-up distracted, missing the clue
Power-pack camera, was fresh and new
Losing the signal
Crunching a Pringle
Audio taping, Surry farms few