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PFANS News Report: My Daughter’s Initiation

PFANS Reporter: Tyler Graham

First off, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reached out after I published my first PFANS article—both positive and negative. Your comments help me to broaden my perspective as a journalist and improve my reporting.

While many readers were excited to hear about my decision to enroll my daughter, Sarah into the program. It was understandably met with much disapproval as well. I wholeheartedly understand where each of you is coming from and only hope that we can all learn from my daughter’s experiences as I share them here.

Enrolling Sarah has certainly been a challenge for my family. Make no mistake, it isn’t easy. She’s my baby girl, after all. But she understands how important this is to Daddy’s work and is just beginning to understand how a important a little girl can be to her daddy’s cock, too.

The morning my last article went live, I made sure my wife was there to help Sarah read through it. We had already agreed not to shelter Sarah from the program like many parents had. So reading my article together made a lot of sense, really. There were lots of big words she needed help with. But big words weren’t the only thing she would be getting from me that day.

When they neared the end of the article, my wife looked up at me with watery eyes. But I’m proud of her reaction. I thought for sure the biggest argument of our marriage was about to start. Instead, she swallowed her tears and helped Sarah sound out the next paragraph.

I’ll never forget the sudden break in Sarah’s little voice and look of horror on her face when she realized, “I don’t want to be one of the naked girls!” That was her first reaction, sitting on her mother’s lap in her onesie pajamas.

“You know that either your mother or I can volunteer you,” I told her. “And I have decided that you will be one of the naked girls.” Hearing that, Sarah started crying and begging me not to go through with it. I must admit that seeing my little girl like that made me want to give-in and say okay. It was actually my wife who stepped in.

“Your father is doing some of the most important work in the country right now as a reporter,” my wife explained. She used simpler terms with Sarah, but she went on to explain how important PFANS will become to the future and how much of a cultural impact the program is already having on our country. For better or worse, the program is here to stay and doing something crazy like enrolling my own daughter to help myself and others gain a better understanding is why I became a journalist in the first place.

As Sarah cried, it reminded me of the kindergarten girl I’d interviewed—how she was so vulnerable yet would likely grow up with a certain resilience thanks to PFANS. I was proud to play my small part in that girl’s life. Then there was Courtney, determined to make the most of her time in the program, despite her misgivings. And of course Kimberly, using the program to explore her sexual curiosity to its fullest. Soon, my daughter would join them.

I backed up my wife, but managed to calm Sarah down by telling her that I was going to think about it for a little longer and she would find out when we pick her up from school that day.

Of course, I didn’t change my mind. But it gave my wife and I a chance to discuss Sarah’s initiation into the program. Unlike the young five hear old Hannah I interviewed, I didn’t want my daughter attending crazy sex parties or being used by a group of strangers—not yet anyway. There would be plenty of time for that later.

Now, I do want to be clear on one thing before going on. There is absolutely no problem with initiating a girl with sex parties and gang bangs, I just knew that sort of thing wouldn’t be right for my kid. Instead, my wife and I planned a more methodical approach that would allow Sarah to psychologically prepare for her new life.

One of the huge positives effects we’ve already seen from the program is the massive amount of girl’s clothes being donated to third world countries. There are even new non-profit organizations cropping up whose sole purpose is to help PFANS girl’s old clothing go to those that need it most.

While Sarah was in school, I contacted one such organization and they were able to match us up with a girl in South America who is around Sarah’s age. After picking my daughter up from first grade, I showed her the photo if the girl as a way for my wife and I share our final “decision”. We told Sarah that she was going to be donating her clothes to her.

She started to cry, but seemed to accept that she had no choice in the matter. I reminded Sarah what a brave thing she was doing by donating her clothes and complemented her generosity. If you are considering enrolling your daughter in PFANS and need a place to send their clothes, I have linked the organization I used here!

That evening, Sarah helped her mother and I box up all her clothes and she went with us to donate them. That’s actually why we opted not to enroll her at school. I had planned to enroll her from my phone, but when we arrived at the donation center, we realized we could do it there as well. How convenient!

I looked into my daughter’s eyes and she watched me sign away the rights to her body. When my pen lifted off the page, I must admit I had mixed feelings. There was excitement mixed with dread. But I had to believe I had done the right thing for my little girl.

Sarah had been pouty since we’d picked her up from school. But she tried to start arguing again when we told her to take off her clothes. My wife and I took the time to console her for a bit, even though we had every legal right to strip her bare right there.

In the end, as a father I’m proud to say that I watched my daughter give the shirt off her back to help the poor. She reluctantly slipped pink princess her shirt over her head and handed it to the lady at the counter who had accepted out donations. Then she pulled down her leggings and stepped out of her sandals to get them off. Her panties were the final hurdle—a line she wasn’t ready to cross on her own.

I knelt down and offered to help. Sticking two fingers into the waistband of her purple panties—the last pair she owned, I tugged them down. She flinched when her pussy was exposed to the world. My cock was fully erect in my pants, excited by the realization that my little girl wasn’t going to be allowed to wear clothes for the next 11 years.

Sarah stepped out of her panties, hanging her head. I handed them to her and made her walk over and give them over to the lady. It felt right making her play such a huge role in donating her clothes. It gives the girls a sense of ownership over the process, especially for the girls like mine that didn’t volunteer themselves for the program.

We went straight home after that, sparing Sarah from some of the more public experiences that P-FANS girls go through. My wife and I were very adamant that Sarah grow accustomed to things at least a little. So we planned a normal evening at home—just letting Sarah do what she wanted before dinner time. After we ate though, it was a different story.

Plowing my first grade daughter was one of the most incredible feelings of my life. We started out slow, kissing and touching her all over. Then my wife helped hold her down and comfort her as my cock slipped into her. Hearing my little girl’s whines and grunts—feeling her little body shiver beneath me—her last shred of innocence slowly slip away as my cock pressed in deeper. It all just made me want her more.

“Daddy stop!” I heard her cry. But I had signed away her rights to refuse sex earlier that day. In time, I would teach her to enjoy it. For now she would just have to endure it. I began thrusting into her. My fatherly instincts made me want to hold back. And perhaps I did, a little. But I knew that nobody else would afford her any such curtesy as a PFANS girl, so why should I?

My wife and I both adorned her with complements as I went on, telling her how proud of her we are and how much we love her. All the while, my erect cock was exploring her cunt.

After fucking my seven year old for several minutes, I blew my load inside her. The lewdness of it all kept my orgasm going for longer than I thought possible.

She wiped tears from her eyes when it was over but then my wife did one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. She put her head right into our daughter’s thighs and proceeded to eat my cum out of her cunt. Then it was my turn to hold and comfort Sarah while her mother gave the girl her first orgasm.

As a PFANS dad, I am starting to come to terms with what this program will mean to my family. It’s not easy signing away your kid’s innocence and letting the world do with her as they please. But in the end I think it will be worth it. Just this morning, I dropped Sarah off at school for her first day as a PFANS girl. She’s nervous, especially since she is the very first one at her school. I know she’s up for the challenge, though. She’s a great kid and I feel like I never really knew her until I took her virginity just last night.

Is your daughter enrolled in PFANS? I’d love to hear your story.

As PFANS continues to make an impact on our communities, I’ll be bringing you the facts that matter. Be sure to leave your reactions in the comments or connect with me on Twitter @TGrahamPFANSNews