Nuzzling my cheek along the flesh,
Then nibbling at the slab,
With the point of my pink tongue
Its spurt-hole gets a stab.

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Grab it like a baseball bat
And nurse upon the knob;
My throat can only take but half
When I begin to bob.

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With permission I climb up
And mount upon the pole:
Now with months of practice
I can finally take it whole.

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I trap and hold, deep within
My slickened eighth-grade cage,
A monstrous manly member --
Of at least three times my age

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He lets me soak his cock like that,
A fullness that I savor,
But oh too soon he's telling me
I've added enough flavor.

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Then it's back to worshipping
With mouth and hands and face,
Until I've slurped up all my mess--
Left not a single trace.

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Graciously he lets me mount
To flavor him some more.
I grind my cunt, and in delight,
Proclaim myself his whore!

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This cycle is repeated,
Sometimes for several hours:
My adoring service to his
Cocky, virile powers.

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At last he'll pump a filling load
Into me, his bitch.
But down my throat or up my cunt?
There's never telling which.

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For just about eighteen months,
Ever since I turned thirteen,
I've been by turns first fucking him
And then sucking him back clean

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It started with that glorious night
A year ago last May
Each day for Daddy ever since
Anew is Father's Day