An invitation to my buddy's wedding,
Promised weekend I was dreading
A big church and club affair.
And me alone, playing solitaire.

Most of the females would be mature.
And, for me, these women have no allure.
But the weekend proved quite worthwhile.
When the little flower girl came down the aisle,

Her knobby knees were such a treat,
And her little dress was lacy sweet.
She was a rare delight,
All dressed in virgin white.

She wore rose buds in her hair
Her face was fresh, bright, and fair.
She held herself, proud and straight.
I learned that she had just turned eight.

After the bride's bouquet was tossed,
The little child looked quite lost.
At the country club, all by herself,
She was a lonely and forgotten elf.

As I sat down, I touched her knee.
She looked up and smiled at me.
I told her some silly jokes.
She told me about her folks.

Her mother was sitting at the bar
Watching a man play guitar.
The reception room was stifling hot .
So I suggested a cooler spot.

I took her hand for a walk
And a quiet place for us to talk.
The cool breeze felt so fine.
A crescent moon began to shine.

A gazebo near the fourteenth green
A place to romance my little queen.
We had a view far and wide.
But no one could see inside.

I rubbed her knee and little higher.
I hoped that this would light her fire.
First I kissed her finger tips,
And then I lightly kissed her lips

My hand roamed beneath her dress.
She had the softest little nest.
Her cheeks began to flush and bloom.
"A little game of bride and groom?"

She thought that might be fun
And wanted to know how it was done.
So I gave the darling a passionate squeeze,
And worked her undies past her knees.

She laid back with half-closed eyes
As I licked and kissed her slender thighs.
As my tongue approach her tender spot
I felt her body getting hot.

First she slowly raised her hips
Moon light shown on her pussy lips.
At the top of her hairless slit
I could see her hooded clit.

I took her bud between my lips
And felt the bucking of her hips
Wet and swollen from the suck,
The child was ready for a fuck.

I pulled her up on my lap,
And lined my cock with her gap.
I slowly helped her up and down
As she rode my mushroom crown.

She wrapped her arms around my neck,
I gave her face a little peck.
She returned a passionate kiss,
As I filled the little Miss.

Nature told her what to do.
Little girls know how to screw.
Her "bumps and grinds" were perfection
Executed with a divine direction.

I marveled at her sexual skills,
How one so young could give such thrills,
She was innocence before,
But nature taught her the score.

Her pungent sex oiled well.
My nostrils fill with her smell.
Pussy always smells the best,
When it's hot, young, and fresh.

After she rode me for awhile,
I positioned her for doggie-style.
She arched her back and raised her ass
Such a natural little lass.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her back.
So I could fill her juicy crack.
I knew exactly where I stood,
When she sighed, "This game is super good."

Then I laid her on her back,
And really humped her little crack.
I pounded her hard and fast
And knew I just couldn't last.

Her face was all aglow
As I pumped her cunt to overflow.
We were coupled for awhile.
I kissed her face and watched her smile.

My cock softened, then slipped out.
I'd pulled the plug on her spout.
She smiled and said, "You made a mess.
I'm glad you took off my dress."

But it was time we went back,
So with a hanky I wiped her crack,
Helped her find her underpants,
And walked her back to the dance.

As we came in from the night
And I saw my lover in the light,
I knew the evidence was clear
That I had fucked the little dear.

Gray streaks above her knee,
Were there for everyone to see.
But the guests were so inebriated,
They failed to see the child had mated.

Her parents were so cockeyed drunk,
They ignored the leaking spunk.
The mother leaned on her husband's sleeve
And said, "It's time for us to leave."

"You're quite right, my dear,
But we shouldn't drive or try to steer."
Since their house wasn't far,
I volunteer to drive their car.

The mother said it would be alright
If I would like to spend the night.
My flower girl gave me a grin.
That made me think of further sin.

When we arrived safe and sound
The parents wanted to lie down.
They apologized for being tight
And then they said, "Nightie night."

Their daughter showed me to my room.
And suggested a round of "bride and groom."
We played all through the night,
We played until the morning light.

Then not another word was said
As she went off to her own bed.
At breakfast, so quiet and discreet,
My happy flower girl pure and sweet.