When Cousin Sally came to play
I told her she looked pale today,
And asked if she felt unwell,
Or had suffered from a dizzy spell.

She said that she felt a little queasy
And thought she ought to take it ease.
I had her lie down on my bed
With a pillow for her head.

I asked her about her ills
And if she had pains or chills.
"Well Doctor, it's about my slit,
My Dollies' arm won't quite fit.

"I play with my pussy every night,
But still it seem awful tight
And when I give it a lovely pet,
The poor thing gets awful wet."

"Your problem could be circulation,
Perhaps your slit needs ventilation
Let me raise your pretty gown
So I can take your panties down."

"Oh Doctor, that feels so much better,
But I think my slit is a little wetter."
As I spread her pussy lips,
Little Sally raised her hips.

I pushed my finger up inside her
To make her cunt a little wider.
The little darling spread her knees
And gave my finger a tiny squeeze.

I finger-fucked her for a while.
Heard her sigh, saw her smile.
I understood what was the matter,
Sally needed something fatter.

I explained my diagnosis,
Suggested treatment, and prognosis.
I showed the child my swollen prick,
Nice and long and extra thick.

"I think your cock is awfully big
Won't it split my tiny fig?"
"We'll only widen it a bit,
So Dollies' arm will just fit"

"If you're prescription is for a screw;
I guess that's what I'll have to do."
So I lay down between her thighs,
Prepared to take her precious prize.

Her cherry was a lovely treat,
Soft, fragile and extremely sweet.
She cried a little when it popped
But never asked for me to stop.

I fucked her slow, I fucked her quick.
I stretched her cunt around my dick.
I plowed her furrow, deep and wide.
She threw her head from side-to-side.

And with my cock riding high
I creamed her tasty little pie.
In the end she was a mess,
And I'm afraid I stained her dress.

Although Sally was immature
I think the child enjoyed her cure.
"Now Dollies' arm will be too small.
I think I'll need a bigger doll."