Author: Easy

Title: WORDSWORTH parody

Summary: An adaption for lovers of young girls, of Wordsworth's famous poem that starts 'I wandered lonely as a cloud'.

Keywords: Mg

Although I am given above as the author as I am posting this on my page, the author is actually a friend, Lewis Adams.
Please e-mail me at chjp@1874@gmail.com with any thoughts or feedback, which will be passed on to Lewis.

WORDSWORTH PARODY

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
Of schoolgirls walking by the mills.
They might be twelve or maybe less,
The light breeze lifting up each dress.


Each one a beauty, each so small,
They giggled as they passed me by.
I was entranced, I watched in thrall,
Their flat chests easy on the eye.
One little girl just four feet six
Stopped, turned and smiled, I was transfixed.


Her friends walked on but she stood there,
Her body slim, her smile serene.
I could not speak, her golden hair
was every old man’s nymphet dream.
I lusted for this child of grace,
that precious smile upon her face.


“I’ve seen you here each day.” She said
“Is there something you want from me?”
If she could see inside my head
my dreams of her I could set free.
Her form imagined, seemed so sweet.
How I desired to kiss her feet.


“Would you come with me to my bed?”
I spluttered knowing this was wrong,
and yet, and yet it must be said
She took my hand and walked along.
Her other arm she wrapped around
my waist while looking at the ground.


“I know your thoughts, you like young girls.”
“Some say a paedophile” she quipped
I swallowed hard and touched her curls
“Some say” I said, her hand I gripped.
“Is that so bad? Must I away
when I could please you now, today?”


“You know my age, you know I’m young,”
“and yet you want my body still?”
“This can’t be right, it is so wrong.”
She said but led me to the mill
In here, the warmth, the dark inside
was perfect for a pre-teen ride. 


My heart was beating fast and strong.
She led me to a corner where
she sat me down and turned away.
Removed her clothes and flicked her hair.
I watched, she turned, her slit so smooth
My manhood rapidly approved.


I asked her name, she answered “Rose.”
She walked towards me now and I
reached for her waist and pulled her close. 
She seemed much smaller standing by.
My fingers hastened to her slit.
Slipped ‘tween her legs and found her clit. 


Her button hard, her pussy smooth,
my fingers now stroked and enjoyed,
while she leaned down and soon removed
my trousers and her hands employed
themselves stroking my aching prick,
where precum now had made it slick


I prised her pussy lips apart, 
my fingers probed inside her grove
She pulled the foreskin down my shaft
and licked the tip with childish love.
No time to think, I soon complied
and with her pussy open wide.
I climaxed then and shot my load
onto her chest, her eyes and nose


This pre-teen queen seemed not perturbed
but squeezed the final drops from me,
while I in ecstasy observed
my hand rubbing from thigh to knee.
“Please do not tell my parents Sir.”
She begged me while i stared at her.


"Fear not sweet Rose, your secret's safe.
This sad old man will nothing say.
Just promise me that you will let
me fuck you on another day."
She smiled, she winked and nodded then.
It seems that Rose likes bad old men.


"Of course, but first tell me your name?"
"It's Mike. I stared at her and sighed.
"So Mike I like the way you came.
I'd love to feel you spurt inside
my young girl's pussy, warm and tight."
The thought filled me with such delight.


"Tomorrow then, same time as now."
she whispered as she grabbed her dress
and threw it on over her brow,
smoothing it down. I was impressed
she didn't mind the semen stain
I couldn't wait to come again.


Rose turned and walking to the door.
said "If I'm late then wait for me." 
I grabbed my trousers from the floor
One moment here, next minute she
was gone. A pre-teen vision past.
Tomorrow we would fuck at last.


  
WORDSWORTH PARODY