A life without a little girl’s a******* is a life not truly lived. It’s a shame it took me so long to figure it out, but I can make up for past mistakes now.
Everybody thinks my daughter is cute. I know they think more than that, of course. I see their eyes dance around whenever she walks by in the pool, on the beach, or when it’s hot out. I see them checking out her legs, her thighs, and her arse, and then looking away, disgusted with themselves. Sometimes I wonder how something so beautiful can come out of such a dumb c***, but then I remember that half of me is in her too.
I know what they want to do to her. I know, because I’ve been doing it for a long time now. When she sits beside me, I put my hand behind her, g**** her supple flesh, and trace the contours of her a***; that perfect, forbidden a***. Sometimes we hug each other, but it’s not a sweet, fatherly hug. My arms aren’t around her; they’re on her arse, and my fingers spread her cheeks apart, enter her oh-so-tight a******* and play inside her r*****.
She’s only 8, but I’m doing unspeakable things to her. I know it’s bad, but everybody wants to do it too. They want to touch her, smell her, molest her; they want to unleash their hidden desires on her preteen body, in the hole she poops from, even though she’s just a tiny child… or perhaps, *because* she is a child.
Her a******* twitches to my every touch, coiling around my fingers. It winks to tempt me, wetting my appetite. Her p**** is perfect and untouched, but her r***** is the house of horrors, because who would ruin her p**** when she’s got an arse like that? She is perfect and tiny; she’s half my size, her arms and legs so skinny I feel like I could snap them if I pushed her too hard.
She’s naked on the living room table, the same table I’ve dined on with my wife, with friends, with my parents… Her body hasn’t known puberty, hair growth, or breasts: she’s flat and smooth all over. I don’t know how I ever compromised with decrepit, decomposing hamplanets before. This is the sight of a true woman: preteen, hairless, and flat.
She spreads her a*******, her actual s** organ, and begs to be sodomised. “Come, daddy. Let’s do it. A*** s**.”
Maybe if I was a better parent, I would have refused. Maybe there’s people out there who can resist this kind of temptation, but we’ll never know, because none of them have had their daughters present their turd cutters to them. Maybe I’m particularly terrible, or maybe I’m doing what every man dreams of in their most private moments, when nobody can see, and nobody can judge.
It’s a wonder how she can ask to be fucked when she is so small, and I am so large. My p**** is almost as large as those frail, childish arms of hers. I fear I might hurt her, and, normally, I’d hate to hurt anyone, but… The thought of something so oversized in a girl so small, so tight, so illegally, disgustingly young… It’s intoxicating.
I put it in her like that, in her prepubescent a*******; I penetrate her with an organ that reaches up beyond her navel, r***** the intestines of a little girl, my little daughter, an 8-year-old angel who everybody loves, everybody desires.
“Ah, daddy!” she moans in my arms. I don’t know what to touch first. I see the muscles on her back stretch and pull. I see the ripples on her arse as her flesh joins with mine. I catch glimpses of her androgynous chest which isn’t even close to womanhood yet. I tease her gushing p****, and above that the indentation on her belly, my d*** reshaping her p********* and leaving a landmark on her abdomen.
Her a******* grips down on me like it was trying to bite my d*** off. Her insides are soft, wet, tight, and scalding, a barrage of sensations I can’t keep track of. I’m burying countless inches of my adult meat in her arse, forcing myself in her until our hips touch, hips a third the width of mine.
I f*** her, and my angel sings a song of pleasure. I f*** her, and her a******* sings too, as our fluids mix, our bodies slap, and the air gap changes. When I’m inside her, her shitting pipe massages me, rewarding me for the pleasure I’m bringing her, pleasuring me in return as if it wasn’t built for pushing turds, but stroking dicks. Wasting her hole on mere defecation would be a crime; hers is a genuine arse-p****.
This is what f****** a third-grader feels like. This is how a preteen child’s shithole feels like. This is what anally r***** my daughter feels like. It makes me a bad parent, and this is what bad parenting feels like. I wonder if she likes it too. I wonder if losing her virginity to her own father is something to be proud of, or her first act of s** being through her a***.
Does she boast to the other 8-year-olds that her daddy fucks her arse at least once a day? That every weekend, while they’re out playing, she’s spending hours upon hours having her little kiddy shitter filled with daddy’s come? Maybe when she grows up, she’ll look back on her memories of being my a*** s** toy with fondness. Maybe she’ll wish to go back, to be 8 again, to be younger than that still, and offer up her a******* for defloration.
Maybe those are the lies I like to tell myself as I o***** in her colon, soaking her guts with my seed. I hug her and feel her petite frame against mine, I feel her warmth, the spasms of her muscles. I kiss her neck, her cheek, her mouth, and I release my j*** like I was going to impregnate her arse.
She’s naked in my arms, we’re naked in the living room. Sometimes, I wish to show this to someone, to show how obsessed I am with her. I’ve never loved a woman more; when we’re together, ethics, responsibility, and society don’t matter. She’s my perfect angel. The angel with the perfect arse. The child that I abuse.
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