No. You rob your daughter out of her virginity

You have did similar thing so many times in your mind that now it is much easier to throw away everything human and just get what you want. "I can fix anything with the pen, later" you mentally say to yourself and without much further delay you make a step toward Jenna and use one hand to push her harder in her bed, giving her no a single chance to get or stop your.

"Dad, what are you doing?" She sounds surprised, even scared by your actions and that tint of fear in her voice is your last straw. You use your free hand to quickly drop your pants to your knees, freeing your painfully erect dick out.

"You are right about one thing, Jenna" You say cruelly "You are too old to be punished with the belt. You will be punished like an adult" With those words you rip her cute white panties and lift her skirt up.

"What are you... ? No!" She suddenly understands your intentions and even starts struggling, but you start using your other arm to hold her in place giving her no chance to resists. At your current state of mind you don't only don't care about her asking you to stop but it arouses you more.

After taking some time necessary to align your cock and her pussy you push in with one violent thrust. "Noooooo!!" Your daughter's scream is like music for your perverted brain. With all this work you hadn't experienced a pussy around your dick for months. And what a pussy it is to stop the drought - young, tight, fresh, hot, resisting and one that was never penetrated before.

You know no mercy doing one rough push after another, loudly moaning each time your balls slap her round ass. "Daddy! Please! No! Stop! N" Jenna keeps begging you to stop but there are no **** in the world that could make you stop what you are doing. No **** except your impending orgasm. And orgasm did come suddenly, in one bright moment giving you no chance but to deposit your load in your struggling and begging offspring.

You slowly come back to your senses after getting what you fantasied about for years. Jenna is silently sobbing still being pinned to the bed by you. In shock you make a step back, than another one. Then practically run away from her room without even trying to talk to your little girl. You don't have to worry about her doing something stupid because you were wise enough to write in your story that she stayed in her room, never called anyone and did nothing bad to herself.

Within minute you are back in your room, still with your pants around your knees and your now blood covered dick exposed to the air. You feel guilty, so guilty that it can't be even described by words but in the same time bright moments of pure ecstasy. You glance at the pen. You promised yourself to fix everything with it, but how? Should you even try? That pen has brought you into all this trouble.