“Okay.”
She breathed hard after that. Feeling his massive penis squashing all her insides out of the way. She could feel him running all the way up her body, stabbing with a blunt, soft, heating pad at the end of her capacity. But those first few inches just inside her though, the sensations of him gliding through that ring with his daddy penis…
“Uuugh,” she moaned.
“Does it feel good sweetie?” he asked.
“Y-y-yesss,” she trembled. “I’m so sorry for all the bad things I did in my life. I love you so much.”
“Don’t get too worked up now. Remember that I’m still your father.”
“That’s why I love you daddy,” she exhaled firmly.
His little girl was so damned tight. There was no way Jack would be able to last very long at all. He had been teased relentlessly for the past twenty hours or more and now his cock was in a bubbling hot sauna tucked between the legs of a twelve year old girl.
He lowered his hands down below his daughter’s belly and put one on top of the other. Not too gently, he pressed the heel of his lower palm down into her pelvis. Still pistoning in and out of the little girl, he pushed, held, then moved a bit over. After several times of repeating the process, Jessie spoke up with what little air she could spare.
“Daddy,” she giggled so childlike yet so erotically, “what are you doing?” And then her head bugged up and she released a string of vowels.
Seemingly finding what he was looking for, Jack thrust his invading organ harder into the point where he felt the pressure of his hand. He could actually feel the movement of himself inside his daughter.
“Daaaddyy!!” Jessie groaned in desperation. If only her father could see her toes squeezing closed with so much force and her fingers tensing outwards in little curled-in balls. Her breath was short sputters.
Jack’s organ was being bathed in hot, thick liquid dripping from the pours of his child’s vaginal canal. It was too much. There was only so many times he could feel the head of his manhood push at the cervix of his twelve year old before he had to glaze it in his sperm. And no later, was he doing just that.
Molten cum erupted from Jack’s body and splashed about at the end of Jessie’s girlhood. It sloshed and melted with her own tearing lubricant. There was so much going on inside her. It was unbelievable.
Jessie’s body flared in a single spike of heat and muscle tension. The sight her father was missing. Sex was the greatest thing the little girl had never even dreamed of experiencing in life.
The heat and tension under Jack’s hands was so amazing. He had never literally had his hands so close to that action. Probably just two inches away, he was pressing down into his very own cock that was lodged inside his very own preteen daughter. As he inseminated her too. Filling her with the exact same juice that created her.
Seconds after the blinding sting of orgasm, Jack pulled up his palms while he was still oozing his child making juice into his child and set his elbows to either side of her. He rested his weight on them and exhaustedly looked down to Jessie. She struggled to regain a halfway normal breathing pattern.
“If you want any more special than that,” Jack panted downwards, “you’ll have to give me fifteen minutes.”
“That was Really special! Thank you so much daddy. I’ll never ever forget it.”
Jack slurped out of the little girl and gently dropped to her side. He put his hand tenderly on her belly and played with it in a soothing manner.
“You don’t have to just touch my belly anymore. You can touch my chest too if you want. If you don’t want to though, I understand.”
Jack smiled to her lure and complied, lifting his touch up to her chest.
“They’re really starting to come in nicely,” he complimented.
“Really?” After a short pause, “Do you like breasts?”
“Yes sweetie.”
“Oh. Cause in the cartoons, most of those girls don’t have breasts. But you still liked them.”
“What’s with you and those cartoons?”
“I like cartoons, sometimes. Maybe we can look at them together sometime.”
Jack sighed.
“I’m glad you like breasts though. Because I’m growing some and I don’t won’t to have a flat chest anyways. I don’t want big ones though either. I want what you like most. Like mommy’s size. Has it been fifteen minutes yet?”
–
The door to the closet slowly opened. Light from the room outside flooded into the dark space the father and daughter occupied. The two were lying naked side by side, the twelve year old soaked in dried sweat and cum still slowly leaking from her reddened, swollen vagina. Jack’s cock was wearing almost a condom of his cum and the virgin blood of his daughter.
The two of them looked up to the uniformed officer staring down at them. She turned on the flashlight she was pointing into Jack’s face.
Jack had definitely not planned this far ahead.
“How many years in prison do you reckon this will get you,” the officer said down to Jack.
Jessie instantly burst from her spot and leaped onto her father, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“It’s not what it looks like,” she pleaded, “it’s not, mommy.”
The mother laughed at the most pathetic attempt to cover up the fact that that same girl just dragged a line of semen from where she laid to the side of her father, all coming out of her bloodstained vagina.
“I always wondered when this day would come,” she scoffed as the flashlight beam made its way to the crime scene between the child’s legs. “What with you prancing around like those lolicons on your father’s computer and your father constantly pretending that he can’t see your nipples through that nightgown of yours. If it wasn’t going to end this way, then you were both bound to end up living out very resentful lives.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing happened mommy. I swear.”
Jack would’ve laughed with his wife at that were he not so damned scared of her right then. He knew she had changed a lot since she took her regretted stand against them bathing, but he wasn’t sure even with her current display of approval that this was over yet.
“I thought this might’ve happened,” the mother said after propping the door open and leaning down to peal her daughter off. “I called last night and didn’t get an answer. When you didn’t call back by this morning, I got a bad feeling in my gut so I came home early. Thankfully I didn’t call a friend to check up on you. How long have you been locked in here?”
“What time is it?” Jack asked nervously.
“About three o’clock.”
“Mmm, maybe twenty-seven hours.”
“Twenty-seven hours!! You need food, you need water!”
“I need to use the bathroom,” Jessie complained.
“I think we both need a shower as well,” Jack added.
“Together?” Jessie asked hopefully.
“No,” her mother responded firmly. “I mean, not today. That’s all. Come on now, get up. I’ve got to get you two hydrated. And I want this door off the hinges until you fix the knob.”
Jack moaned as he struggled to lift himself and his clinging daughter up off the floor.
“I swear to you mom, nothing did happen,” Jessie mumbled again into her father’s chest. “There was just an accident but that’s all.”