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“Spread your legs, McKenzie,” Jackson ordered, unfeeling.
“Noooo. Owie! Owie. Daddy, owies, it hurts!” A distressed McKenzie answered as the tears started flowing down her rosy cheeks.
Jackson looks down at his three year old daughter, absorbing the fear that is rolling off her in droves. His eight inch cock is harder than he can ever remember and dripping steadily, ready to finally take his daughter. Her cries and pleas only serve to make his hard Daddy dick throb in his tight grasp. He takes immense pleasure in seeing the look of betrayal etched over her face as he slaps the inside of both her thin pale thighs. Snarling at his innocent daughter, “what did I tell you to do, slut?” He asks her. Hiccupping, “spwead my legs,” she tells her Daddy dejectedly.
“Do it now, little bitch,” he barks at his daughter, enjoying the way she jumps at his demeanor, so unused to being treated poorly.
She’d spent all of her three years on the planet being both Mommy and Daddy’s little princess and had been treated accordingly. She was the apple of their eye. The problem was that ever since his wife, Whitney, had found out she was pregnant she’d taken up binging Law and Order: SVU. There was so much sick stuff on that show. Stuff he’d never thought about in his life. Stuff he was probably better off not thinking about. He was just a normal guy, living a normal life with his best friend. He didn’t know how to ask that she stop watching the show without coming off as a total creep, but he figured he probably already came off as a total creep anyway, considering how hard he would watching the show and hearing the gruesome details about women and children being raped, tortured or both.
During her pregnancy SVU became just another craving that Jackson expected from Whitney. A craving that came with an extra drenched cunt thanks to all the extra hormones coursing through her sexy pregnant body. Jackson had to endure hypothetical discussion after hypothetical discussion about how it would feel for him in any given situation aired on the show. Anywhere from raping a stranger on the street, murder or even raping his own child of various ages. Jackson had never thought of children sexually before he started watching SVU with his wife, but here he was every evening watching the show, hearing about fathers fucking their daughters and sons, sometimes with the mother obviously well aware. Being asked if he could possibly imagine how tight a six month old cunt must have been for the criminal in question.
Well, no he couldn’t imagine it. He hadn’t tried to prior to that, but as his wife would ask him such hypothetical questions night after night and then demand he fuck the hell out of her overly sensitive pussy, he couldn’t help but consider it. Jackson had been very concerned that he would try to rape his own baby as soon as he saw it. No matter the gender since he’d experienced seeing both little boys and girls being molested on the television show. Jackson was thankful that as a first time father he was too focused on learning how to take care of his new baby to try and do very many inappropriate things. There was the occasional foundling of her little baby pussy, prying open her fat infant lips to peer inside her tiny little baby hole. His dick throbbing the entire time he gazed upon his sexy daughter.
They’d continued watching the show even after Whitney had given birth to their beautiful and healthy little girl. It had been nearly four years of binging a show about sexual crimes and then fucking his wife as she asked him to imagine he was in those same situations. Four years of it. Three of which, they’d had a beautiful little baby girl in the house with a fat little pussy and tiny hole, a hole he could absolutely imagine fucking thanks to all those episodes of SVU he’d been subjected to watching. Tonight’s episode had featured a family and it came out that the father had started fucking the youngest girl, the oldest having grown too old for his continued advances. It came out that every one in the house knew what was happening, because of how loudly little girls scream. The father hadn’t been trying to hide anything at all, and the mother continued having children with this man she knew was raping her children. Every. Single. Night.
For Jackson it wasn’t that the wife and mother did nothing to protect her children from the monster that was her husband, it was the fact that the father was only interested in his children up until a certain point in their growth. As soon as they started growing up, they were useless to him. The father only saw value in his children before they hit puberty and started growing and their bodies started changing. He was a pedophile, attracted only to children. Children who exuded innocence and who possessed extremely tight, extremely small little holes for him to force his big Daddy dick into.
McKenzie was getting older all the time. She was still only three, but Jackson had already missed out on actual baby pussy with her. If he was ever going to rape a baby, they would have to another one and it could be a boy, and he’d glad fuck a boy in their boy pussy, but that would mean he’d still not experienced for himself a little baby pussy wrapped warmly around his pulsating Daddy dick. How many more children would he need to have in order to experience a tight baby pussy surrounding his veiny member?
Jackson hadn’t even fucked his wife after the show. He’d eaten her out, feeling his cock leaking copious amounts of precum as he thought about his daughter’s fat pussy just down the hall. He’d inserted three fingers into her cunt, making her squirt out her juices as she did her typical recap of the episode they’d watched together, “can you imagine,” she started as she often did, “what that father must have felt? How bold he was to get up from his martial bed night after night and making his way down the hallway to own daughters’ rooms where he used his big Daddy dick to fuck into their tight bodies? Can you imagine it, baby? Not being concerned at all with his wife trying to stop him. Knowing his daughters would cry and their beds would creak as he pounded into their bodies, not showing them any mercy. Just chasing his own sick pleasure,” she paused to scream loudly as her body spasmed again.
After catching her breath a little, she continued, “night after night their screams would fill the air. I wonder if the wife would lay awake listening to her daughters’ innocence being taken over and over. I wonder if she cried at first, ashamed of her husband and devastated for the loss of their childhoods. I wonder if she then noticed how wet she would become listening to the sounds of her husband defy their wedding vows and the sanctity of fatherhood. I wonder if she started playing with her own wet Mommy cunt as she listened to her pedo husband defile their daughters’ purity, cumming to the sounds of her children' s screams and her husband’s grunting as the unnatural coupling occurred,” Whitney said, while somehow cumming repeatedly. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum so hard, Daddy. Yes, Daddy, make me cum!” She cried out as her body clenched tightly, arching from the bed as she squirted a massive amount of cum directly into Jackson’s waiting mouth.
Jackson would normally get up from his position and slam himself into his wife’s body, but a man can only take so much. He did get up from his position, with his boxers sticking out obscenely from his body, a large wet spot on the front as he continued to leak more pre-fuck. Instead of climbing on top of his wife, he bent over her, kissing her hard on the mouth, letting her taste her own slutty pussy. He stroked her hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear as he looked deep into her eyes. “I’ll be back to fuck you,” he told her, his voice hoarse with his arousal, “I’m going to go check on McKenzie. I won’t be long.” He pulled away, not waiting for a response, just stood up, his hand already on his throbbing cock, and walked out of the room, not even bothering to close the door behind himself.
He made his way down to his daughter’s bedroom. The door, already opened a crack, allowing the light to come filter in from the hallway, even though she had a nightlight that projected stars all over her ceiling. McKenzie liked having the added light and security of knowing she wouldn’t have to open the door if she needed to get up in the middle of the night for any reason. Jackson groaned as he made his way inside the room, his heart beating hard in his chest. His breath catching as he got his first glimpse of his daughter and how the moonlight caressed her supple cheek. Her long, curly red hair fanned out around her. Her grey/green eyes closed behind her lids. Her full lips were still visibly rosy even in the faint lighting. She was laying on her belly, resting her head on her hands. The three year old had thrown off her covers and had one pale leg hiked up, exposing her Bluey panties, pulled taut over the fluffy cheeks of her fat toddler ass. Jackson couldn’t believe just how fucking sexy his three year old daughter was. She hadn’t worn her customary nightgown to bed, just a thin tank top with Bluey in the center of her chest.
Jackson was at her new big girl bed, a twin without the safety railing, in three big strides. He was so turned on he didn’t care how he got inside his daughter, he just knew was going to give her her first load of his thick Daddy cum before leaving her room. He didn’t even have the patience to prepare her as he knew he should, from the many episodes of SVU where the pedophile would give a speech about how much they loved children and could never hurt them and all about how good they would make it feel for their sexy little victims. Jackson knew that, but he couldn’t be bothered with that. Not tonight. Not after waiting three years to take her and having missed all that time with his cock buried inside the little cunt.
In one swift motion, he was flipping his daughter over onto her back and pulling out his cock. She woke, confused at the intrusion to her sleep. Jackson almost felt bad when he saw his baby girl smile up at him, happy to see her daddy, despite her confusion and the late hour. Almost. He had no idea what she must be seeing as he reached out both his hands and started pulling at her shirt, hearing a loud and satisfying rip as it was torn jaggedly down the center. He growled loudly when her tiny toddler titties came into view, her little nipples hardening in the cool air immediately. Jackson wanted to spend time sucking those toddy tits into his mouth, licking all over her small body, but he didn’t have time tonight. He was in too big of a hurry to feel himself buried balls deep inside of his daughter’s little girl body. So, instead he moved his hands down to her panties, which had shifted exposing half of what it should be covering to his hungry eyes, and ripped those from her body as well. Licking his lips lecherously as her fat toddler pussy came into view. He knew in the future he would spend an inordinate amount of time with that juicy cunt in his mouth, tasting her honied nectar and drinking down her piss.
By now the three year old was startled beyond belief and was starting to cry, “Daddy, what are you doing? Why are you hwurting my clothes?” She asked him, still trusting him to not hurt her. Stroking his big cock, shiny with his pre-cum, “because I am going to rape you, McKenzie and I don’t want that shit in my way,” he told her matter-of-factly as he moved her legs outward. She immediately tried to close them again, but he forced them open, while he spit on his hand and forced the same three fingers in her little hole that he’d used to get his wife off moments before. Jackson shoved his fingers deep inside her hole, squeezing them through her tight ring without any preparation at all.
McKenzie’s eyes clouded over, growing larger at the intrusion into a place she’d not known was there. She let out a shrill cry, begging her Daddy and hero to stop hurting her, “owie! Daddy, no. Stop. Owies!” The little girl cried over and over, beseeching her father to desist with causing her such pain. “Shut up and spread your legs wider, whore,” Jackson practically spit at the innocent little girl who didn’t know what she’d done to upset her precious Daddy or even what a whore was.
“Noooo. Owie! Owie. Daddy, owies, it hurts!” McKenzie, trying desperately to close her legs and dispel her father’s large fingers from her burning insides, once again letting him know how much he was hurting her. Once he slapped both her sensitive thighs, she spread her legs wide for her father as he’d requested.
Once she did spread her legs, she was relieved momentarily when her daddy’s big fingers were taken from her forced open hole. The relief didn’t last very long however. As Jackson quickly got into position on top of his daughter, his hips resting between her widespread legs, his leaking cock, harder than it had ever been. He lined the thick purple head up with her newly open baby pussy and wasted no time in thrusting deep inside her body. Jackson could understand why all the perverts on SVU had risked it all for this feeling. He found himself in the tightest hole he’d ever been inside, surrounded by immense heat. His daughter’s toddler cunt trying to suffocate him, gripping him so tight as her muscles moved inside, trying desperately to get him out, but only adding to his sick pleasure, “fuck. You are so tight, McKenzie. You feel so fucking good on my dick, slut,” he moaned out, “I should have done this years ago.”
While Jackson found himself in heaven, McKenzie found herself in hell. She screamed, begging him to take his big stick out of her body as she clawed at every part of her father’s body she could reach, “No, stop! Daddy, nooooo! Owie! Owie!”
Jackson looked down at his struggling daughter as he began to withdraw his big appendage only to shove it roughly back inside. He could feel something inside her tear as he pounded away at her, he’d probably made it inside her baby cervix. He admired the visible bulge he could see as he moved inside of his daughter’s small body. The bulge went up past her adorable little inny belly button. “Just shut up and take it, slut. Take Daddy’s cock!” He shouted at her, not trying to be quiet. Not caring he was shaking the bed with his hard thrusts, banging it against the wall as he moved in and out of his three year old daughter’s skinny body.
McKenzie, still crying, gave up on pleading with her father, “Mommy!” She screamed, in that voice that would make any decent mother’s blood run cold at the urgency and distress that must have caused it, “Mommy! Help! Help me pwease! Daddy stop!”
Jackson paused for a moment and actually laughed at his daughter, “you think Mommy is going to help you? She’s not going to help you. She knows I’m in here raping your tight little cunt. She knows I need this. I need your tight little baby cunt wrapped around my big Daddy dick. Mommy knew I was a sick pedo before I did. She wants this just as badly as I do, stupid little bitch. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s listening to your screams and playing with her own juicy pussy. Cumming to your cries and pleas. Cry louder for us. Cry for Mommy and Daddy, bitch,” he told her as he resumed his brutal assault on her body, backing it balls deep in her little body, his balls slapping against her ass with every deep thrust.
Hearing this distressed McKenzie even more somehow. She couldn’t reconcile these actions with her precious Daddy and she couldn’t understand why her Mommy wouldn’t come to save her if she was listening. There was no way her Mommy would ever listen to her cry and not come. When had she ever not come to her aid? “Uh oh, Daddy,” she said urgently, “I have to go pee pee, stop! I’m going to pee the bed!”
Rather than stopping or even slowing down, Jackson reached down and grabbed McKenzie’s thin thighs in both his hands, folding them up until he had his daughter bent in half. He rested part of his torso on her lower belly as he continued fucking into her as he would a grown woman, “go ahead and pee for me like a baby. I should have fucked you when you were just a little baby. Wet the bed. Do it. Pee for Daddy, McKenzie,” he told her nastily, not caring about her pain or discomfort.
Crying even harder, McKenzie had little choice but to allow her bladder to release. The little girl was a mess. Crying, snot escaping her nose, tears streaming down her blotchy face. And piss flowing from her cunny as her father impaled her with his huge and hurtful stick. “Oh, yeah, piss for Daddy. Make your big girl bed filthy. That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck. I’m going to cum!” McKenzie didn’t know where her father was coming to since he was already there, on top of and inside of her aching body. Jackson sped his hips, fucking into his daughter even harder, but more erratically as he felt the first spurts of incestuous seed fill her undeveloped womb. He let three large globs of semen fill the girl before pulling out of her and cumming on her fucked open hole and then he moved to aim his dick higher. He covered her entire body with his cum, making it all the way to her mouth, shoving himself in her shocked mouth and finished shooting the last of his essence down his daughter’s three year old throat.
Jackson pulled his shrinking shaft from her tight mouth, without tucking himself back into his damp boxers, leaving his still chubbed up cock hanging free, sticky with his cum and his daughter’s fluids. He called out for his wife, “Whitney!,” he shouted, and then to his daughter he said, “I’ll have Mommy help get you cleaned up.” It didn’t take long for his wife to appear in the open doorway, naked, her obvious arousal running down her juicy thighs. Jackson didn’t acknowledge the sexual nature of the state any of them were in, “Baby, McKenzie wet her new big girl bed, will you give her a quick shower to clean her up while I change the sheets?” He asked his wife, as if it were any other request.
For her part she was taking in everything she could about her daughter and her disheveled appearance and room. The three year old lay on the bed, nearly hyperventilating with the force of her cries. Her little Bluey tank top was ripped to shreds, and her matching panties lay in tatters beneath her completely ruined little pussy, so swollen and red and leaking her daddy’s cum. Bruises were already forming on the girl’s legs and various other parts of her small body. There was no question about what her husband had gotten up to when he came to check on their toddler.
Whitney could feel her body responding to everything she saw, cumming again without touching herself, adding more juices to the ones already clinging to her thighs. It was even hotter that her husband not only called her into the room to bear witness to the destruction he’d caused of their daughter’s body, the innocence that was lost, but he was completely ignoring it and actually asking for her help to get her cleaned up because during the obviously brutal rape she’d pissed herself. Her little body not being able to handle the pain or the situation.
The young mother went to her daughter, gathered her in her warm embrace, “it’s okay baby, Mommy’s here. Let’s go get you cleaned up and put back to bed, okay?” she said soothingly to her daughter, feeling the raw pussy rubbing against her hip as she settled the girl in her arms. McKenzie clung tightly to her mother's warmth, hoping to never have to endure such pain from her Daddy again. Whitney stepped up to her husband and kissed him hard on the mouth, allowing McKenzie’s body to be sandwiched between them. She stepped back with her three year old, taking her from the room to get her cleaned up. She couldn’t wait to get her soapy hands all over her daughter’s tender young flesh.