Young pussy

I Undress -tear off- her school uniform quickly
As I molest and sex her mature body mimicry
She stands to my chest, with an hour glass shape
Large blue eyes, youthful, sassy as jail bait
I met her last year under the guise of summer school
I was her tutor and we met daily as utter fools
She trusted me and I told her how pretty she was
Said her ass and hips were amazing, not just because
How her long legs propped up shoulders so tender
Behaving sexy, how Victoria's Secret did surrender
I gave into lust, obsessing her perky little tit
And her mouth, jerking to her soft, supple clit
I throbbed for this preteen, and she gave me access
I did her math while she slobbed my dick, fantastic !
Her motherly hips rounded around to a succulent belly
Down, I dick slapped her tulip pussy, and she let me !
Beyond, were two puffy nipples still in bloom
Simple, I sucked them, with one hand in her poon
Cute white panties conformed to her curvy butt
I slipped in a knuckle, and finger-fucked her guts
Slender legs spread and whimpered weakly to the side
Slopping and slurping seriously, in three fingers wide
She yelped to a shutter, turning her side to face
She creamed yet another sputter, I owed her a taste
She poised plump lips down my finger and vacuumed up
Thirsty, she slurped the juices, what a back room slut !
I turned her over on her stomach and felt King
Her butt was comfy as I sat on it, just thinking
Then, I fucked her bubbly ass checks and thanked her
Sometimes my dick went deeper, grazing her money maker
Sitting there I busted my nut, splashing all over her
I filled her inexperienced pussy for sure
Then I whispered:

This is me and this is you
Fuck what I say and do as I do
You must slave if you want to give
Behave risqué and with that pussy live
Sucking me everyday, but tomorrow sex me more
I cum you swallow, these are your fucking chores
Spread those long legs slow, Miss round panty hips
Expose camel toe in with youthful pampered lips
Allow me to nibble that grade A clit
Graceful, I'd say you taste full of spit
Your body is mine so lay down, knock back dat ass
Arch it up, sailing hungry cock to harbor at last
A hard on will tear, resisting with sly friction
Your pink will swell up with honey my Sex Vixen

Now off her, I buried her panties in my face
Taking a big whiff, euphoric from a musky taste
Cum still dripped from her **** and it was hot
She fingered a bit to her mouth, sure and why not ?
I was relived that this was our well kept secret
She believed what I told her; to me she was my pet
To her I was now a boyfriend, a best friend forever
Whatever, I toyed with her again, I was very clever
Now on her side, she held hands up under her chin
Mature curves, exquisite hips, her survival sin
I ran a finger down her detours, hips and thighs
I stopped at her breast to question her eyes
The answer came back clear with colorful belief
Disguised in fear, off came a very loud sneeze
I reminded myself she was still very young
And confided to say that I loved her some
Young as she was, she still remembered clueless
As long as she fucked all was not rendered useless
I wished nobody heard that sneeze, too costly
I waited a minute and felt, again, cautious mostly
Thirteen going on thirty, it was pure adrenaline
Firm, clean, slender and sporty here in heaven, kids

The lights were off the whole time as we played
Daily we sucked and humped and dark it stayed
It was not cool when another teacher walked in
Saw us tangled together naked, and lost his lid
He dropped his would be Kleenex to offer, bless you
He stopped, stood, reflexed to tell the next officer
HE KNEW.

F - U - C - K

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This should be in The New Yorker

 

Is San Quenton in New York?

 

what made you write this?

 

I'm disappointed but I guess it is a form of art.

 

Very erotic. Sometimes the rhymes feel a bit forced. Good poem overall though. Any room for word economy?

 

It would go well with forceful prison sodomy.

Oh I thought you ment to rhyme, nevermind.

 

:bobby: " 'ello, 'ello, 'ello.... what seems to be occurrin' here then? eh? wait up as of lately, its a no send... no sed... :mickey:

 

I started reading. Then I stopped and read random lines. They were just as bad as the first ones.

This does have potential.

If you add more words, re-format into paragraphs, and throw in a little grammar you might have a little bit of a story there. Some kind of smut magazine might pick it up.

 

[FONT=&quot]Bad lines ? Thanks for your honesty. And now, my turn. You're a dip shit for not even reading the whole piece through before offering a dirty opinion.[/FONT]

Go fly a kite with your lofty advice- this was written as a verse for competition. It is not anything of a story or poem.

I wrote it for a story/topical league competition. Rapmusic.com. Check me out some time, the name there I go by is Coup d' etat. Look for the RSTL (Rapmusic Story Topical League)

Why are you [FONT=&quot]disappointed[/FONT] bb ? This is entirely fiction.



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I'm gonna show restrait here and not directly call you a creep.

 

If it is not intended to have meaning it is okay. If it does tell a story then the particulars seem to be upsetting to some. It is not allowed, you know, to have too much fun. Someone is always willing to take us to task.

 

I'm gonna show restraint here and not directly call you a fucking drone with no imagination or ability to express in writing the channels of his unlimited mind, be it fiction or fantasy or all things universal.

I'm a writer. Do you understand ?

Looks like this work did exactly what I wanted it to do.

It is not a poem , it is a story/topical and it ruffles feathers. A good writer can do that, time to time.


Thanks to all for the pos rep on this one and all my other verses of late.

 

because fiction or not..the subject is disgusting and Im surprised (and disappointed) that you thought it was worth wasting your talents on

 

were you asked to write specifically on this topic or were you left to choose you own topic?

 

I respect writers in princible. But you know what, you come here making few posts. The one I see is about fucking kids. It bothers me and call me what you will I don't apologize for a damn thing.

And aside from content, the poem still blows. I wrote a better one about a turkey in 4th grade. I made turkerys with my hand with more artistic imangination that your so-called work.

In fact, I consider you a turkey.

 

I end up in prison
3-5 i'll be living
As i am escorted to my cell
I see a beating my celly's been given
I introduce my self and asked if he had a story to tell....
"yea this dude kicked my ass, i used to rape women,
homeboy heard his neice was fucked with
so he took his anger out on me, said he couldn't wait for justice
He called me the dudes name as he beat me,
you fucked up you know, saying your name James gibson.
The person he was lookin for was you
welcome to prison"

I am no writer, but this would be a funny ending.

 

At first, this piece was your 'average Joe' adult topical erotica. It was written with a mature adult woman and included the sexual encounter you read. At the last second I edited in disturbing factors and eventually change the age of the woman to a pubescent girl of 13.

The topics I had to write to were: Erotica and disturbing.

Thus my baby you just read.

 

everything aside here is some earnest advice as a writer: Develop creativity. You were supposed to write something disturbing, fine. But you chose to go to the lowest common denominator of smut to acheive this goal.

 

Look, man. I'm sorry you did not enjoy this work. Not my problem. I can write whatever the fuck I want, when I want and how I want.

Go tell somebody who gives a fuck about you.

I simply do not care what you have to say about writing, creativity or care what your critque of my work may be.

peace to the gods. I will say no more on this subject.