The Vicar's Dirty Daughter

This is for you Scat baby!

Cunning had a challenge, the vicar’s daughter fair,
Just sixteen and a virgin, you won’t get off with her,
So it’s off up to the vicarage he had no time to flirt,
He said ‘Hello, would you like a blow?’ and his head shot up her skirt,

She wriggled and she giggled as he gave her cunnilingus,
She quickly put her hand down and helped him with her fingers,
Then she dragged him to the vestry away from prying eyes,
She threw him down upon his back her hand went to his flies,

They bonked all day and through the night he thought he’d met his match,
Then he heard her father’s footstep, his hand upon the latch,
‘What do you think you’re doing? You nasty little fart!
My daughter was a virgin and now she is a tart,

He kicked him and he punched him he chased round the room,
He lifted up a candlestick Cunning thought he’d met his doom,
‘Oh please don’t hurt him Daddy’ his wailing daughter said,
‘But take us both into the church and marry us instead,’

On hearing this Cunning shit himself he had to get out quick,
So he leapt up on the table and lashed out with his dick,
Vic went down and he went out off into the blue,
She called ‘Come back and fill my crack I want another screw,’

Epilogue:

Now she pushes a pram round the village green she looks serene and happy,
To have a midget’s bastard whose dick swings from his nappy,* Diaper)
The vicar looks for Cunning still he’s sworn to take his life,
But if you go and grass him up he’ll come and screw your wife.

*U S Diaper