The risk we didn't consider

It felt good as we fucked, rocking my hips as dad thrust into me, driving me to heights of pleasure no boy ever had. His hands even got involved, toying with my clit which only served to drive me higher. I wasn't thinking about protection, I just assumed Dad knew I wasn't on the pill, that he'd pull out before he came in me, or he'd gotten snipped. Part of me hoped he would, I wanted him to keep going, to not stop till we were both spent. I came first, as blueballed as Dad had been (so I learned later) he managed to hang on long enough to let me get my orgasm in. And writhing beneath him in orgasm, I didn't know he didn't know, didn't realize he wasn't going to. My body was primed for my new lover, and him for me.

I'd never felt a man cum inside me, I was a virgin until this afternoon, and when Dad came in me, I was in heaven. I could feel his cock pulse and spurt, emptying himself deep into my belly, a feeling of warmth spreading through my core as he glazed my insides with his semen. He came a lot, and as he kept thrusting, my cervix quivering, he pumped his fertile spend into my young body. I didn't realize it but orgasmic as I was, a lot of it wound up going into my womb, extremely dangerous given I was right between periods, actually in my ovulation week, so as dangerous as it could be.

It was only as I started to come down from my orgasmic high, my conscious mind realizing exactly what'd happened, that I began to freak out. He'd cum in me. My own dad had cum in me without a condom. Now I was scared, panicked, I knew exactly how dangerous that was, why I never let any guy in me. And here was my father, his final thrusts as he finished emptying himself into me. I tried pushing him off, tears almost forming as he pulled free from my body, his cum drooling out of my well fucked pussy, the mix of his semen and my blood staining my towel.