A spade-like prick-head presses in
To consummate a Father's sin

At the mouth of vaginal throat
Too early yet for Dad to gloat

Her virtue's barrier in the way
Should be reserved for wedding day

But Daddy quickly changed that rule
The day she entered middle school

Though nuptials lie yet years from now
Today her pussy Dad must plow

Still years short of even dating
Doesn't mean she won't be mating

For though not yet in seventh grade
Paternal lust will not be stayed

Who cares if she's been bad or good
He's always boss, that's understood

So as he pressures maidenhead
Obedient, her thighs stay spread

And when that membrane starts to rip
Bad Father's hands her slim waist grip

It wouldn't matter if she cried
For naught could keep her Dad outside

She whimpers at the quick, sharp pain
Across her bed spreads pinking stain

While spearing at resisting channel
Virgin proof soils bed-top flannel

Reluctantly her young cunt yields
To planter seeking fertile fields

At last embedded to his pubes
He stops to play with tiny boobs

And while he pinches sixth-grade nips
Unfairly filled, her girl-hole grips
Soon it's oiling itself up,
Learns old motif of sword and cup

The pain is gone, it didn't last
Resistance soon as well is past

Not so bad--even good perhaps
Around Dad's waist, lean legs she wraps

Along his penis girlhood glides
Whilst into daughter, Daddy slides

Those hairless loins o'er which he'd letched
Are now by his own manhood stretched

She likes it now, can't be denied
She even begs for more inside

It feels so good, it almost hurts
When deep inside her own Sire spurts

Father's semen blasts through her womb
Joins daughter's egg, new life to bloom

Erotic shame in public eye:
Own sibling birthed in Junior High!