My girlfriend Jean and her daughter Jazmin moved in with me. Her daughter grew up in my house from a young age. We became a family in every way except marriage. I fulfilled the role of father figure to her daughter, Jazmin. I watched her grow from an elementary school student to a high school student. I thought of her and treated her like my own daughter.

I couldn’t help but notice her physical development as if someone had flipped a switch to transform her. Her breasts became noticeable, and her ass was taking a defined shape and standing out. When she turned fourteen, her mom decided to buy her a bikini to wear in the pool. As a man, I couldn’t help but notice, but I was also paying attention, perhaps more than I should. She would innocently lie in the yard to tan her young, tender, tight body. She started wearing make-up and looking more like a young woman every day.

I tried to block my sexual thoughts mentally. There could be no way I was a pedophile. She was fourteen. I couldn’t be the creepy old man looking at school-age girls. I loved their tender bodies. I started trying to clarify for myself. I had no sexual desire for little girls. I did have a craving for teenage girls. I checked the definition of pedophile. I was happy to know that was not how I would be classified. Pervert would be my label. I had never been in a situation where I was near a young female who was not a relative. She was pretty, sleeping, showering, dressing, and undressing in the same house as me. I was weak; I could not resist the taboo thoughts.

I couldn’t believe how difficult it was to stop thinking about fucking Jazmin. I went into her laundry hamper and found her bra. It was a size 36C. Her tits were bigger than Jean’s, and she was only fourteen. Five foot three and a buck twenty pounds. Ten of those pounds are pure tit. She’s only going to get bigger, tit-wise. I once took her panties and inhaled her virgin scent. I would take a pair of her panties to sleep with so I could smell her scent at night.

Many nights I would dream of fucking her. Jazmin liked to play and started teasing me. She often caught me looking at her like a dog looking at a steak on the table. She would walk by and brush against or bump into me on purpose. She would smile or giggle after she did it. She would come out of the shower in a towel that was barely covering her pussy and ass the way she rolled it up.

She once bent over in her towel, and I got a good look at her young naked ass; she was teasing me. I believed she was fully aware of what she was doing and why. I was about to explode with sexual lust and energy. She did this without thinking anything would come of it, especially at home with an adult or parent.

Politics and ideology concerning women were changing. Right to life and population growth were a priority for a zealot party of religious fanatics. They had made several advances in the direction of their beliefs over the years, and a Presidential election was on the horizon.

One night, I couldn’t stand it. I was home alone with Jazmin. Her mom was at work. Jean and I were having issues, and my sexual needs were not being fulfilled. I did know that with my already twisted desire and thoughts about Jazmin, being alone with her would be a temptation and test that I prayed for strength to pass.

I could hear Jazmin in her room listening to music and singing to it. I was so fucking horny; I had been drinking too much. I went down to her room and stood in the hallway outside her room. My dick was so hard. I started undoing my pants and began to stroke my hard dick. I stood there doing it for about fifteen minutes. I jerked off and shot my load on her door and the floor. I went upstairs, got another beer, and went outside to smoke. The angel on my right shoulder held back the demon on my left shoulder that night.

Each day, the sight of Jazmin dragged my thoughts into an evil gutter. Evil because she was fourteen and I was a fifty-year-old man with a desire to ruin her childhood, ruin her life by taking her most precious possession, and all with sadistic intent. I wanted to feel my cock tear through her hymen as she fought and cried from the shock, terror, and pain. The feeling of violating a tender, young, and innocent girl aroused me immensly. I wasn’t sure if I was a demon or if I was becoming one. The pressure to act on my thoughts was mind-bending.

I started taking pictures of Jazmin. Any pictures I could get of her, especially in her bikini. I took pictures that she innocently posed for, and I took pictures while she was tanning and didn’t know I was taking them. I made sure to get photographs that zoomed in on her beautiful developing breasts and ass. I used her pictures to jerk off to relieve my sexual frustration and devious desire to have her. The struggle to not act on her was getting more challenging each day.

Jazmin’s mother, continued her work on Saturday nights. She was unaware she was leaving her “little chick” in the care of a perverted, proverbial fox inside the hen house. I decided to try to groom her and become close to her by ordering her favorite foods occasionally to create bonding time with dinner, movie, or game nights. If I could get her to trust me, perhaps she would keep my sexual advances toward her as our secret together.

My dick was always hard around her, and my evil left shoulder demon was very impatient. If I had sex with or sexually touched Jazmin, if reported, or even if she consented, was rape and would mean jail for me. That was the voice of the angel on my right shoulder.

One Saturday night, I made myself and Jazmin banana splits as we watched a teen flick on the big screen. She wanted to invite some friends, but I convinced her that she and I needed some special time. We sat together on the couch and watched the movie. She had showered and had an oversized t-shirt and panties on. She had a throw on her lap, covering her legs. Maintaining the willpower needed to sit there and not do what my loins were calling for was difficult. I think my dick was hard the entire time. I wanted to put my tongue down her throat and my hand under her shirt, aggressively feeling her firm, young breasts.

The movie ended, and Jazmin offered to clean up the dishes. I took a quick shower to relieve the pressure in my balls. I could hear Jazmin still in the kitchen, so I came out with a towel wrapped around my waist. I slowly walked to the kitchen and saw her with earbuds in her ears, singing to music as she washed the dishes. I slowly snuck behind her. She didn’t notice I was there. I put my nose close to her neck and began to inhale her virgin scent. She smelled so good. My dick got hard, and I opened the wrap of the towel, allowing my dick to protrude. I gave a quick lick on her neck, and she jumped in surprise. I put my arm around her waist and slid my hand down to her pussy on top of her shorts. She froze still. She closed her eyes, put her head back, and let out a sweet, low moan as she bit her lip.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as her breathing got heavy and faster.

“I saw you when you bent over with your towel the other day. I saw your sweet little naked ass, and I like it. You’ve grown up,” I whispered.

I stepped back, and I noticed her gaze lower to the towel, where my dick was protruding through. I pretended as if I weren’t aware.

“You smell so good, Jazmin, taste good too!” I laughed to make it seem like a joke.

Her face turned red as she slowly looked away from staring at my dick, which I did not attempt to hide. I squeezed and smacked her on her ass and kissed her on her cheek, and told her good night. I made sure my dick was poking her in her back. I would have preferred her young ass, but she’s short. I exclaimed... “Oops,” as I fixed my towel as if it were a mistake. I quickly opened it entirely and slowly wrapped it closed. She got a quick look at my complete package to think about tonight. She smiled and put her music back on as I left the kitchen.

My taboo infatuation with Jazmin was increasing. I had to try anything to satisfy my intensifying urges to fuck her. I knew that fucking her could lead to severe consequences for me, the worse of which would be jail. Even knowing all of that, I am so in lustful need of this young girl. I prayed that the election would go in favor of the anti-feminine party. Details of their plans were still being finalized and were waiting for the electoral process.

I needed to see her naked somehow. I saw her in a bikini and could imagine the covered areas, but I needed more. I bought a tiny wireless camera and decided to put it in her room to see her naked and watch her. I came home early from work to install it while she was at school. I put it in a corner where it would pick her up from her large door mirror to her bed. I went to my room to ensure the video came up on my computer. This was before smartphones.

I couldn’t watch as much as I liked if Jean were around the house. My computer was a desktop, so it was hard when she was home. When she wasn’t, I would watch Jazmin in her room, singing and dancing. I was waiting for the Saturday date nights with Jazmin that I had in mind.

Her mom went to work as expected on Saturday. It worked out that Jazmin had yet to take her shower for the night. I was so excited that, finally, and for the first time, I hoped I could see what I had dreamed about almost nightly.

I ran to my room and turned on the computer. Jazmin was in her room. The camera was working perfectly. I could see her lying on her bed on her stomach, looking at a magazine and listening to music. She only had panties on and no top, just as I had imagined ... beautiful.

“Show me those tits!” I prayed.

After about thirty minutes, my prayer was answered. Jazmin rolled over onto her back. She slipped out of her panties, and there she was! My young baby is in her birthday suit. Her tits were beautiful. Big and firm with big dark areolas. Her nipples were erect and ready to be nibbled! God damn ... Fourteen years old! I could see a soft bush developing on her mound. She got up and admired herself in the mirror before wrapping a towel around her petite frame for the trip upstairs to the shower. My dick was about to explode; it was so hard. I knew I had to stay in my room because the temptation to rip that towel off her and rape her was at DEFCON five!

I listened as she came up the stairs. She went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Thinking she was in the shower, I went into the hallway to listen by the bathroom door and rub myself. I had just gotten my dick pulled from my pants, and the bathroom door opened. Jazmin gasped when she almost walked into me as I stood there. She glanced down at the hard meat in my fist. She paused and then tried to squeeze by; I stood my ground so that my dick could touch her as she passed.

She ran into the living room to get panties from the folded laundry. I stood stroking my cock, now inside my shorts. She could see as she came back to the bathroom that it was hard as I aggressively stroked it.

I asked her, “Do you want me to come in and wash your back?”

“NO!” She smiled as she rushed past me into the bathroom and locked the door.

“If you need help, just give me a yell!” I said through the door.

Constantly on the news, ads by the right-to-life party filled the airwaves. I began to listen to what they were about and what they stood for. They proposed the outlawing of abortions and contraception. They stood for all women of childbearing age to be impregnated and bear children as a patriotic duty. I couldn’t help but think of the young virgin in the shower just down the hall. They didn’t specify an age range, but at fourteen, I knew that Jazmin could be impregnated and bear a child. Would it still be rape if these laws were enacted?

I heard Jazmin shut off the shower. I decided to watch the camera in the hall as she slowly opened the bathroom door. She peered out the door to see if I was out there. Wrapped in a towel, she slipped her tender young frame out into the hallway, ran to her room, and closed the door. The urge to go down to her room started to rise, and so did my cock. Instead, I went to the bathroom and jerked a load into the toilet as I swooned at the thought of making her a teen mother of my rape bastard.

I went to Jazmin’s door, and it was locked. I knocked on it, and she was still awake. I told her through the door, “Jazmin, you can’t say anything to your mother or anybody about what I did with you ... Do you hear me?”

There was silence for a minute before she uttered, “Yes, Boss, I heard you,” and giggled.

“Let me in ... Can I come in?” I asked. She didn’t answer.

The election came, and the right-to-lifers won. They pledged rapid enactment of new regulations. Their reforms summarized that feminism was over. Wives will serve their husbands’ wishes as before the feminist movement. “Women will be barefoot and pregnant,” was my interpretation. I still heard no details about age and rape. Right-to-life district attorneys and judges also won the election.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the new regulations and upcoming laws. I couldn’t stop wondering if and how they would apply to me with Jazmin. The news reported an increase in rapes and assaults of women. Many were between husbands and wives. Protests and uproar from feminist groups increased. I couldn’t help but look favorably at the new changes on the horizon.

I started to try to make more hands-on contact with Jazmin. I began touching her as I knew I shouldn’t. I would grab her ass and squeeze it. I would corner her and grope her breast and try to put my hands under her shirt and bra as she giggled and twisted and tried to resist my advances. I would take my hard cock out and force her to put her hand on it as she begged me not to make her. I constantly reminded her that she can’t say anything as she froze during the inappropriate touching.

One day I heard on the news that a man was arrested for raping his daughter. She was sixteen, and he was fifty. The man said he was doing his patriotic duty by trying to impregnate his daughter. There was an uproar in the feminist world not only because he raped her but because the judge released him on a bail of only $300 instead of locking him up. They claimed that this would permit other men to try to do the same thing. They were right because that is precisely how I read it, and I decided it was time to test the system and realize my dream with Jazmin.

I avoided touching and molesting Jazmin all day. She had become very nervous around me lately because I was very aggressive in molesting her. She came up to take her shower after eating dinner. She washed the dishes, and I could see her tightening her arms and legs when she heard me approaching. I guess she was not sure of what I would do to her. That night, I decided to go where I didn’t know if she expected or thought. She went down to her room and closed the door. I could hear her turn on her music; I went to the computer to see the video from the hidden camera in her room.

I went to take a shower and decided to wait until she was asleep before beginning to make fantasies come true. I knew her mom wouldn’t be home until daylight, and I was emboldened to the point that I didn’t care if she caught me because of the new regulations.

Two hours later, I checked the monitor to see the video from her room. I didn’t hear the music, and I could see her under the blankets on her bed. I took off all my clothes, and immediately my cock began to swell. Naked, I went down to her room and opened the door. I turned the light on, and she was under the blanket with clothes all over her bed. I wanted her to see what I was doing to her.

I found the edge of her blankets and gently slid under them into her bed. I put my arm over her and put my hard cock against her ass. She was wearing panties and a T-shirt. I started smelling her and licking her neck. She gasped and jumped up in a panicked surprise.

“What ... what are you doing in here?” she whispered.

I put my head under her warm blankets to smell her. It was a unique and very alluring smell. It was the same alluring scent from the first time I molested her. It was intoxicating. I smelled her neck, arms, and under her arms. I started to lick her like an animal. My dick was hard and getting harder. It felt like it was going to burst like a balloon.

I didn’t say anything as I felt her nipples that were standing up and welcoming my caressing of them. She squirmed and tried to get up to move away. I rolled on top of her to limit her movement with my weight, which was twice hers.

“What do you want, Boss? You’re not supposed to be in my bed?” she whispered.

Again, I didn’t say anything and just continued my action. She was not yet aware that I was naked. I got on top of her, kneeling over her as I dumped all the blankets off the bed. She gasped as my throbbing hard dick was bouncing over her belly as she twisted and squirmed in a futile attempt to escape.

“You are so pretty, Jazmin. My god, you are so pretty.” I whispered as I smelled her neck and tried to kiss her.

She turned her head and tried to resist. I knew this was wrong, but I was so deep now. I prayed for the willpower not to penetrate her. She started begging me to stop. I wanted to ravage her young body. I fought within myself to be gentle with her, to love her.

“Please, boss, what do you want? Why are you doing this to me? She asked.

“I’m so sorry ... I’m sorry, Jazmin. I can’t help it! I can’t help it, Jazmin! I just want to love you, Jazmin! I just want to give love to you, Jazmin!” I said.

I lifted Jazmin’s shirt off her young breast as she pleaded for me to stop. I paused as I took in the sight of her full and firm young breasts. I lowered my mouth to her right nipple and began licking and taking it into my mouth. I tried to be gentle but couldn’t resist taking her nipple and drawing her tender areola into my hungry, molesting mouth. She winced in pain and was frozen still as she gripped the sheets on the bed. Her body was rigid, and tears began to form in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jazmin; God forgive me,” I said as I grabbed her panties at her waist and began pulling them down.

I put my face right into her young slit. I paused to inhale the sweet, unique scent within her body. I had never known such a euphoric scent. Was it her youth? Was it her virginity? Was she ovulating? I just inhaled deeply over and over for almost thirty minutes, taking it in like a drug. I held Jazmin down by her arms as I took in her flavors. Her body trembled as I continually said I was sorry, as if in an out-of-body experience.

I gently moved my mouth to her slit as I coaxed her legs apart. Slowly I extended my tongue and gently touched her slit. I began to gently insert it just inside her pussy lips. Her pussy was beautiful. She had very little hair, almost bald. Her pussy was neatly tucked together. Her labia were firmly tucked inside. At fourteen years old, this was a brand new pussy, and like a new car has a new car smell, Jazmin’s young pussy had what I call the “New Pussy” smell.

I couldn’t help but think of all the young, teen girls at her school. How I mentally drooled over their developing bodies. They attempt to be grown women with make-up and tight or revealing clothing. How many have I raped in my mind? It’s the fault of their parents that I see them this way. Don’t blame a fox for hunting a chicken. Like a fox, a pervert is only doing what is natural. Jazmin is a little chick and is in my hen house.

‘Jazmin ... Jazmin ... My God, please forgive me for what I’m about to do and for being weak; please forgive me, sweet Jazmin! I can’t help it,” I cried.

I moved my hard dick to just touch the entrance of her young pussy. She started crying, whispering, “Please, no, please don’t, you shouldn’t be doing this, you’re scaring me.” She pleaded.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, but my advances did not cease. My tears were of fear, guilt, and pleasure. I feared the consequences of what I was doing to Jazmin. Guilt, for knowing that what I was doing was wrong. Pleasure, for the feeling that my secret lifelong lust for post-pubescent girls was becoming a reality.

I put the tip of my dick slightly into her pussy lips and began rubbing it up and down from the bottom and up to her clit. The feeling going through my glans was unbelievable. It was all I could do to hold back a violent orgasm. Her eyes were closed, and tears were running down her cheeks. Over and over, I rubbed on her. I could feel her pussy getting slippery. I pressed hard on her young clit and noticed how her legs opened wider, her back arched, and her body trembled. She was so beautiful with her innocent youthfulness and naivete, as my maturity and perversion exploited and destroyed both.

My breathing increased to near hyperventilation, with the intense pleasure being felt through my cock. I pressed hard on her clit and, little by little, inserted the head of my cock into her slippery slit. The reactions and movements of her body in response amplified the endorphins flooding my mind.

“(Huuuuuuh ... Haaaa ... Huuuuuuh ... Haaaa ... Huuuuuuh ... Haaaa... ) I started crying as I pressed into her pussy. “I’m sorry Jazmin, I’m so sorry baby! Try and relax! I have to do this! I need this! Jazmin, I need this! I’m weak! I can’t resist!” I cried.

“No, no, no, no! Stop, stop, you’re hurting me! You’re hurting me!” She screamed as I tore through her hymen.

She felt so good. She was so tight. I lifted my body off her to look at her body as I violated her. I watched my fifty-year-old dick slide in and out of Jazmin’s young pussy. Her body betrayed her and coated my dick with cream to ease my violation and the taking of her precious prize of virginity.

“(Huhmmmmmm ... Huhmmmmmm ... mmmmm) I moaned as I long stroked in and out of her. “Thank you, God, for giving sweet Jazmin to me! Our bodies are one, Jazmin; I am inside your body and part of you; we can’t get any closer together. I know you’re scared, but this is natural. I’m your daddy now Jazmin, I’m your daddy, loving you, and I will be the daddy of your baby that I hope to put inside you,” I whispered in her ear.

I did all I could to hold back from pounding her young pussy too hard. I wanted to be gentle and make love to her. Her young pussy was so tight deep inside to her cervix. I loved the way her legs bounced as I thrust my body into her pelvis. She was so pretty; her youth, round face, and full lips were so sexy. I took her face in my hands as I was fucking her, to kiss and suck on her tender young lips and to explore her sweet mouth with my tongue.

I pulled Jazmins body to the end of the bed so I could stand and look at her entire body as I fucked her teenage pussy. Again, her body betrayed her. I felt her pussy spasm and grip and release my cock as I thrust into her. She gripped the sheets and bit her lip as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“My god, you’re cuming baby! Let your body go Jazmin, don’t fight it! Your body knows what to do! Enjoy that feeling we made together! Daddy’s gonna cum now baby! I’m gonna put my cum inside your body Jazmin! I’m gonna CUM!”

I collapsed on top of her and put my hands under her shoulders. I pulled her down onto my dick as I buried it fully into her and pumped virile sperm onto the entrance of her virgin cervix. I could feel her small hands on my back. She was digging into my back with her nails scratching like a kitten. It was a very sensual pain as she scratched. Her pussy was spasming as my cock was pulsing the flow of seed.