-by Alvo Torelli, 2019
(MFg, inc, pedo, poem)
'Tis every year on Father's Day I am the lord and king And all I want is given me yes ev'ry little thing My daughter kneels and waits for me with garlands in her hair She's such a pretty little thing so blonde so sweet so fair Her mother tells her what to do she whispers in her ear The sweet child's little shivers do betray her dreadful fear In yesteryear in was enough to have her suck and lick Then swallow down the warm thick seed that issues from my dick The very seed that once I used to bring the child to life By thrusting deep inside the girl who then became my wife But now my child is eight years old and sucking's not enough Her mother says she's ready now to take on harder stuff She whispers to the frightened child (impatiently I wait) Instructs her in the ways of love explains her awful fate With shaking head and waving arms my daughter wants to flee But Father's Day is sacred here and she must stay with me I lift the nightgown o'er her head her nipples harden quick Her mommy's fingers tease them taught and then I take a lick My daughter moans, she twists about she's such a lovely sight Her perfect naked body glows but she can't hide her fright Her mother leads her into place my shaft slips past her lips I watch her mommy stroke her cunt with dainty fingertips It's such a sight that I can't hold my need back very long So soon my child must drink the cum that spurts hot from my shlong She's barely swallowed all my seed when mommy lays her back And spreads her little legs apart all ready for attack My tongue dips deep in velvet folds my little girl must thrash As pleasure takes ahold of her and spreads out from her slash She moans and twists as expertly I tongue her clit and cunny And bring her to the edge of bliss while slurping her sweet honey Then just before she summits on her wild orgasmic rise I pull away, she's unfulfilled her childish voice then cries "Oh daddy, daddy, please don't stop oh daddy, give me more" Her mother laughs and says "Yes, dear please fuck the begging whore!" Her fine young body seems so small when o’er her form I loom Her mommy holds my hungry cock at the entrance to her womb “Get ready, baby,” mommy says “your daddy’s cock will sting. And you will bleed a little bit you slutty little thing! Each Father’s Day is when you learn the reason you were born A little whore for me to watch get pricked by daddy’s thorn!” She swirls my cock head round and round my baby’s tight wet glove And when the child is panting hard she whispers “Now, dear, shove!” “No mommy, please!” my baby pleads but she is fast o’erpowered With piteous cries my daughter wails as she is thus deflowered Her cries are drowned by joyous shouts as climax takes her dam But for myself there’s naught to do but thrust hard in her clam Despite the pain my child is quickly back atop that hill She pants and moans and trembles in orgasm’s desperate thrill I can’t believe how tight she is how deep inside I thrust She’s just a tiny child and yet I fill her with my lust I’ve lasting power now I use to fuck my little child Though she’s just eight I can not stop! this sex is just too wild! I keep her climax racing 'twas our fate to be great lovers She thrashes neath my body desperately she claws the covers An hour seems to fly by fast and still I pound my offspring I’m fueled by thoughts quite grand for now she’ll always be my plaything But then, alas, all things must end I know I’ll soon succumb My wife can tell I’m very close “Oh fill her with your cum!” The tightening comes I can’t hold back I thrust deep with my need My baby cries out, I don’t care I fill her with my seed My child is thus a woman made and so she’ll know mixed joy For ever after she will be our hot and tight sex toy But mommy isn’t done it seems she pushes me away I watch her dip her face into the child’s pink wet v-jay With tongue and lips she seeks the proof my daughter's filled with sperm She drinks my cum with great delight the poor child still must squirm I scarce can wait another year to teach my baby more But Father's Day's the day we choose to train our little whore At least I know that through the year my child will e'er be there With big blue eyes and pixie nose and flowing long blonde hair And when I need to scratch my itch or when her mother's yearning The child's young cunt and sweet warm mouth will e'er assuage our burning And so my friend we leave you now but if you yearn to know Just how my daughter will progress and how her skill will grow Then come back in a year to read how next we'll train the slut On Father's Day you'll read it here - perhaps we'll use her butt