42 comments/ 173858 views/ 177 favorites Daddy, It Don't Fit You Must Acquit! By: VanillaExtract - Prepare yourself for the epic conclusion to "Daddy, It Doesn't Fit!" and "Daddy, it Doesn't Go In There!" Everything you're about to read could have happened in a court of law. Don't believe me? Check your legal precedents! But fair warning, non-consent ahead. Oh, and a special thank you goes out to clairelenore for the title of this story. Please comment and enjoy. - ***** A buzzer sounded, letting my daughter Heather into a long hallway with booths separated by glass. She hurried and sat down across from me, picking up the phone. I was in prison orange while she was in pedestrian white. "Oh, daddy," she said, her warm pink lips pouting. "I've been so worried. Are you okay in there?" "I'm all right, cupcake." "Are they treating you well? Do you need more lube so it doesn't hurt so much?" I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Heather, I'm fine." "Do you want me to get you anymore of that chafing powder?" I glanced at the guard behind me. "I said I'm fine." "But in your letter—" "Heather, I'm fine!" I said, squirming in my seat. It was hard to sit comfortably. "More importantly, are you ready for tomorrow?" She perked up with a big smile. "Yup, daddy. I'm ready to testify. I talked to Aunt Ginny and we went over everything." "Good," I said. "With any luck, I'll be found not guilty and I'll get out of here." "I hope so, daddy. I miss you." "I miss you too, cupcake. Are you holding up all right?" "Sorta. I had to move in with grandpa and grandma since our house got foreclosed on. The last few months of school were horrible since everyone thought you were having sexual relations with me, which you weren't! And no one can prove otherwise!" she said, looking at the guard. I rubbed my forehead. "Yeah, cupcake." "But other than that, it's been good. Now that I've finished school, I got a job. I'm working at a diner. And guess what? Me and my friend Lori think this other waitress is having sex with her son. We overheard her talking to her sister. And I think Lori is fucking her brother too." "Jesus Christ." "It's a crazy world out there, daddy. Everyone's doing it. Incest is the new gay. Not that we'd ever do something like that!" she said to the guard. I sighed. "Of course not, honey." "Yup. Oh, by the way, grandpa and grandma have disowned you." "What?" "Yeah, they wanted me to tell you that you're a scumbag and, um, how did they put it? You're going to burn in hell for what you've done to me. Not that you did anything!" she said loudly. "Geez. They could have waited until after the trial." "They said even if you're found innocent, which you are!" she said, looking at the guard again. "You can't come to the house. They put me in therapy too. It was a condition for taking me in." "How's therapy going?" "Good. It turns out I'm, um, what did she call me? Oh, yes, an attention-seeking necrophiliac." "A what?" I cried. "Wait, sorry. Verbal typo. Nymphomaniac." "Oh, that's much better than the other one." "I don't think I'm a nympho though, daddy. I mean, you get accused of having sex with your father and suddenly everyone thinks you're obsessed with sex like some kind of deviant. Which I didn't even do!" she shouted at the guard behind me. "Baby, you know that guard can't hear you through the glass, right?" "Daddy," she said, winking at me, "anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "Look, just do your best tomorrow, okay? A lot is riding on this." "I know, daddy," she said cheerfully. "You can count on me... to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth!" she yelled at the guard. "Oh, god, help me, I'm fucked." The following morning, they took me out of my cell, put me in a van, and drove me to the courthouse. My lawyer, who was also my cousin Ginny Cockrin, met me in the holding room with a suit. She was my age, wearing a knee-length dress skirt. She had blond hair and dead serious eyes. "Good morning, Bradley," she said. "Hi, Ginny. Are we gonna win today?" "We're going to nail these bastards to the wall. And then we'll sue the jerseys right off that fucking ballpark." "That's why I like you, Ginny," I said, changing in front of her. She didn't bother to look away. "You almost make me believe I'm innocent." "Bradley, you're far from innocent. You fucked the shit out of your daughter. But don't forget I'm working pro-bone-me." She swung her hand and grabbed my cock and balls. "You owe me one very good fuck for this. My husband has a small dick, and you're going to fulfill my fantasy of having a big one, and no one is ever going to know. Got that?" She squeezed. "Ah, fuck! I got it, I got it! Just let go!" She let go. "Good boy." "You always were a daddy's girl, weren't you, Ginny?" I said, buttoning up my shirt. "I was a tomboy. It doesn't mean I wanted to fuck my own father, you sick fuck." "How is Uncle Ralph?" "Good, thanks for asking. He thinks you're a sick fuck too. He's not happy I'm representing you. I heard your parents disowned you." I tied my tie. "Yup. Let's see if they forgive me after I get away with it." Once I was dressed, Ginny stepped outside and came back with a pair of officers. They led me into the courtroom. I sat on the defendant's side, going up against a mean-looking prosecutor for the state. Her name was Miranda Wright. She was tall, brunette, middle-aged, and very stern looking. I was sure if my crime had warranted a death sentence, she would have asked for the chair. "All rise!" the clerk said. We all rose. My daughter was in the front row of the gallery, smiling at me. She gave me a thumbs-up. I winked at her. A court reporter caught it and began jotting things down. I took a glance at the jury of my peers: five men and seven women. The deck was already stacked against me. If I could just get one sympathetic pervert in that crowd, I'd be home free. "Be seated," the clerk said. I looked at the judge. The old man had an icy, impassive look. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Court is now in session. Will the accused please rise." What the hell? I was just standing. I stood up again. Ginny stood as well. "I'll read the charges," the judge continued. "Bradley Cox, you stand accused of the following. The first count: misdemeanor public exhibition of a sex act. Count two: felony incest with a family member over 18 years old. Count three: felony rape in the 3rd degree. You have entered a plea of not guilty. Is that correct?" Ginny answered for me. "That's correct, your honor." "So be it. We'll now hear the opening arguments from prosecuting counsel. Attorney Miranda, go ahead." "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," Miranda said, standing up and walking in front of the jury box, "today I'm going to prove to you that the defendant, Mr. Bradley Cox, did knowingly and willfully abuse his own daughter sexually in such a way that not only was she a participant, she actually came to view her own rape as her choice. You're going to hear some testimony from the defense that Mr. Cox is not guilty of these charges. But you're also going to see some shocking video that proves otherwise. After I've presented you with my evidence, I'm going to ask that you return a verdict of guilty on all three counts of public indecency, incest, and rape. Thank you." "Defense, your opening statement," the judge said. Ginny stood up, looking at the jury. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Ginny Cockrin. Some of you may not know that the defendant is my cousin. But I'm not here to tell you what a great family man he is, or how he raised his daughter single-handedly after the tragic death of his wife, or how in my life he's been a caring and supportive member of my family. No, I'm not going to tell you all that. Instead, I'm going to focus on the facts, the facts that will state explicitly that my client did not commit any lewd acts in public, let alone with his own daughter, thereby eliminating any possibility of incest or rape. I ask you all to keep an open mind and to remember the directions of the judge: Mr. Cox is only guilty if you believe these acts occurred beyond a reasonable doubt. There's a lot of doubt here, ladies and gentleman." Ginny sat down. I took a deep breath. Now, it was show time. "Prosecution, your first witness," the judge said. "Prosecution calls Officer Henry Mann to the stand," Miranda said. The police officer who had caught me fucking my daughter in the bleachers took the stand. He was sworn in. "Officer Mann, can you tell us what you witnessed on Saturday, April 19th?" Miranda said. "Yes, ma'am," Mann said. "I was observing the upper section of the bleachers at the stadium when I heard someone cry out, taking my attention. When I looked, I noticed a woman sitting in a man's lap." "Who was the woman?" "I later identified her as Heather Cox." "And who was the man?" "I later identified him as Bradley Cox." "Is he in the courtroom?" "Yes, ma'am." "Can you point him out?" He pointed to me. I leaned over to Ginny. "Aren't you gonna object to that?" "On what grounds? They took you to the station. You haven't left custody since. I think he's got the right guy." I grumbled and shot the officer a glare. He seemed to smirk. Bastard. "Go on, officer," Miranda said. "What did you witness?" "The woman was sitting in his lap. That's not uncommon, so I didn't think anything of it at first. But I watched her for several moments, and I realized she was gyrating." "How so?" "She appeared to be grinding her backside into the man's crotch." "What did you do then?" "I approached, and when I came up beside the couple, I realized the man's penis was erect, sticking out of the flap of his jeans, and fully inserted into the woman's vagina." "So they were having sex?" "Objection! Leading the witness," Ginny said. "Sustained." "Rephrase," Miranda said. "Officer, what did it appear that they were doing?" "They were having sex." "What did you do then?" "I broke them up and I asked for identification, at which point I asked if they were related because of their age difference and last names. They confirmed they were. I arrested Mr. Cox." "Thank you, officer. No further questions." "Defense, your witness," the judge said. Ginny stood up. "Officer Mann, isn't it true you have a history of alcohol abuse?" The officer shifted in his seat. "I have been disciplined for drinking on the job before, yes." "And isn't it true you were assigned to the stadium as part of that disciplinary action?" He paused. "Yes." "What led to this alcohol abuse?" "I, uh, I once found a girl locked in a basement with her brother. She had been tied up and raped. Seeing it didn't sit right with me. But I've been in counseling and I've dealt with it." "Do you feel you're more sensitive to the issue of incest after that day?" "Yes, definitely." "Do you drink now?" "Sometimes." "And were you drunk on April 19th?" "No." "Are you sure? Because I have a vendor who positively identified you as ordering an alcoholic beverage." "I wasn't drunk." "But had you been drinking?" "I... I had one, I guess. Maybe two. I don't remember." "Was it one or was it two, Officer Mann? A sober person could remember." "It was two." "You don't sound convinced." "Objection!" Miranda called. "Withdrawn," Ginny said. "Defense asks for exhibit A as a full exhibit." "Prosecution?" "No objection." Ginny went to the table where the evidence was, opening a brown paper bag. She reached in and withdrew a long dildo, 11 inches, hard, with balls. It was bouncing around as she passed the jury box and brought it to the witness stand. She set it down. "Are you familiar with this, officer?" He raised an eyebrow. "Looks like a dildo." "Yes. It is a dildo. Does it look familiar?" "No." "You've never seen this dildo before?" "No." "Does it resemble the penis you identified as inside Miss Cox's vagina in your earlier statement?" "Uh, no. I mean, a little, but that was Mr. Cox's penis, not a dildo." "Are you certain?" "Yes." "Well, how can you be so certain? Did you view Mr. Cox's penis up close? Did you physically inspect it? Did you touch it?" "No, I didn't do any of that." "Then how do you know this dildo was not what appeared to be Mr. Cox's penis?" "I just, I know it wasn't a dildo." "I see. How many drinks did you have again that day, Officer Mann?" "Objection! Asked and answered." "Sustained." "No further questions," Ginny said, taking her dildo back and putting it in the evidence bag. She sat down next to me. I gave her a thankful smile. "Prosecution, please call your next witness," the judge said. "Prosecution calls Kimberly Bana to the stand." Kim entered the courtroom. My daughter hissed at her as she passed. Kim took the stand and swore an oath. "Miss Bana," Miranda said, "do you know the defendant's daughter, Heather Cox?" "Yes, I do. We went to high school together." "You and Miss Cox had a bet, didn't you?" "Yes, we did." "Can you tell us about that bet?" "I told Heather I was better in bed than she was. All our friends argued they were the best. So I said let's make a video of sucking cock, and whoever's video is the hottest wins bragging rights. We all did videos and it spread through the school. Then everyone wanted to make one." "Did Miss Cox make one?" "Yeah, with her dad, the freak." "Objection," Ginny said. "Not asked." "Sustained," the judge said. "Jury is to disregard. Miss Bana, please answer only the questions asked." "Whatever," she said. "Miss Bana," Miranda said, "how many videos did Heather make?" "Let's see, there was the blow job, then the straight sex, then the anal sex, and then the live show." "Do you have copies of these recordings?" Miranda asked. "Duh, yes. I gave them to you." Miranda shook her head. "Your honor, I'd like to show exhibits B through E, as provided by Miss Bana, with no objection from defense." "No objection," Ginny said. The judge nodded. "All right. Members of the jury, we remind you, these videos are pornographic. Members in the gallery, viewer discretion is advised." The videos began. I watched them with a new perspective. The blowjob made Heather look like an amateur, the straight sex looked fake, the anal sex looked brutal, and the live video was damning. I watched as Heather stood between my legs and lowered herself down on my cock. When she dropped the camera, the recording was only of her feet as she squirmed on my cock, along with her whimpers and moans. "Miss Bana, can you identify the man in the video?" Miranda asked. "Yeah, it's totally Mr. Cox." "Why do you believe it's Mr. Cox?" "I guess you can't tell it's him in the blowjob video or in the straight sex video because it's from the side, but in the anal he's wearing the ski-mask and later he's blurred out, but you can see his chest. I've been around him during the summer and stuff, and I can recognize his frame. And at the ballpark, there's a couple of shots that show his face. It's definitely him." "Thank you, Miss Bana. No further questions." "Defense, cross." Ginny stood up. "Hello, Kim. How are you doing?" "I'm okay." "Good. Other than in these videos, have you ever seen Mr. Cox naked?" "No." "Do you think you could identify his penis if you saw it again?" "Yeah, I think so." Ginny went for the evidence bag. "Showing Exhibit A." She brought out the dildo again, waving it around. "Does this look familiar?" "No. Should it?" "You tell me. Does this resemble Mr. Cox's penis in the video?" "I guess, like, length and size-wise. But that wasn't a dildo in the video. I can tell." "You can tell?" "Yeah." "Could your classmates tell?" "Not all of them, no." "Some of your classmates thought Mr. Cox's penis was a dildo, didn't they?" "Yeah, but not me." "I see. So you're an expert on the male penis?" "Well, I know my way around one." "Oh, I'm sure you do." "Objection!" "Withdrawn," Ginny said. "Kim, you testified that in one of the videos, Mr. Cox's face was blurred out." "Yes?" "Did you notice any other editing?" "No." "So you don't think any other editing took place to make these videos look more authentic?" "I don't know. I wasn't there when they were editing them." "That's right. You weren't there." "Objection," Miranda said. "Is there a question?" "Withdrawn," Ginny said. "Kim, since we're going to take you as an expert witness on the male penis, if I were to ask you to look at Mr. Cox's penis today, right now, in this courtroom, could you positively identify it as the penis in the videos?" "Absolutely." "You're certain?" "Yes." "Then with the court's permission, I'd like to ask Mr. Cox to stand up and demonstrate his penis for the witness, if the defense has no objection." Miranda crossed her legs, looking around. "Well, I find this highly irregular, but no objection." "Mr. Cox, if you would, please show the witness your cock," Ginny said. I stood up, my back straight. Everyone in the courtroom was staring at me. The jury was slack jawed as I ran my hand down my pants, over the very large bulge. I blatantly stroked myself on top of my slacks, smirking at everyone who was looking. Then I unzipped my pants. I took my time slipping my fingers inside, moving aside my boxers, opening the flap. I felt it. It was already hard, ready to go, always was. I coiled my fist around it and tugged it out. The whole courtroom gasped as my long, fat, veiny cock sprung out. It curved downward heavily. I wrapped my fist around it and give it a long stroke from base to tip, staring at Kim. Ginny looked from my cock to Kim. "Well, Kim. Is this the cock you saw in the video?" Kim was grinning. She lifted her hand and pointed. "That's the cock!" "Are you sure?" Ginny said. "Positive." "How positive?" "100% certain." Ginny walked across the courtroom, coming up beside me. I gasped as she reached down and grabbed my long shaft in her hand, lifting my cock up. "This is the cock in the video?" "I said yes. That's it. I'd recognize it anywhere." "You don't need a closer look?" "Nope." "Well, I'd like you to have one, just so you can be sure." Ginny began to pull on my cock. I groaned for effect, and then Ginny ripped my entire cock right out of my pants, holding it up. The room gasped. Ginny stalked to the witness stand and slammed the dildo down in front of Kim. "What about now? Are you still sure that's the same cock?" "You tricked me!" "Are you still sure about that cock?" Ginny demanded. "Objection, you're honor!" Miranda called. "Overruled!" The entire courtroom was murmuring. "Are you sure about that cock!" Ginny shouted. The judge pounded his gavel. "Order in the court!" "Are you sure about that cock, Miss Trumped-Up-Little-Bitch!" "Objection!" Miranda shouted again. "Your honor!" "Sustained! Order!" the judge shouted. "Mrs. Cockrin, you will refrain from insulting the witness! And, Miss Bana, you will answer the question with either a yes or a no!" Kim was fuming. "No." Ginny grinned. "No further questions for the cock expert, your honor." Kim scoffed and left the stand. "Sick slut," she muttered as she passed Heather in the gallery. "Attorney Miranda, your next witness," the judge said calmly, folding his hands together. "Prosecution calls Jenna Wellby to the stand," Miranda said. I looked at the doors as Jenna entered. This one was really going to cook me. She still looked so mousey and innocent. I almost felt bad for putting her through this. The clerk swore her in, and I prayed she would learn how to lie in the next five minutes. Daddy, It Don't Fit You Must Acquit! "Miss Wellby," Miranda said, "how do you know the defendant?" "Um, I grew up with him. He's my best friend's dad." "Heather Cox is your best friend?" "Yeah. Well, she was. She told me if I testified we weren't friends anymore, but you guys subpenised me so I didn't have a choice." "Objection, relevance," Ginny said. "Sustained. Jury will disregard." Miranda folded her arms. "Very well, Miss Wellby. Can you tell us what Miss Cox asked you to do?" "She wanted me to record a video of her having anal sex with her boyfriend." "I see. Did you agree?" "I did, but I asked her to record a video of me sucking on his penis first. Everyone else had videos and I didn't want to be left out." "Did you perform oral sex on a man in a ski-mask?" "Yes." "Did you share your video with your classmates?" "No." "Why not?" "I deleted it." "Why?" "After, um, after I thought about it and knew it was Mr. Cox's penis, it just felt wrong. I didn't want anyone to see it." "In the video with Heather Cox, the male performer is wearing a ski-mask, or else his face is blurred. Did Mr. Cox identify himself that night?" "Yeah. I knew it was him as soon as he introduced himself, but I wasn't 100% sure, and I was shocked, so I didn't want to say anything, but after he started doing Heather in the butt, he pulled off his ski-mask and I was sure then." "So you positively identified him after he took off his ski-mask?" "Yes." "Did their sexual interaction seem fake or staged at all?" "No." "Did Mr. Cox's penis seem real?" "Yeah." "What about while you were sucking on it? Was it real then?" "Yeah, I thought it was." "Thank you, Miss Wellby. No further questions." "Defense, cross," the judge said. Ginny jumped up, prowling across the courtroom. "Jenna, you said you sucked Mr. Cox's penis, is that right?" "Yes." "Did you like it?" Jenna looked surprised. "Um, no, I don't know, I guess." "Jenna, it's a yes or no question." "I guess I liked it while I was doing it, but I regretted it later." "You testified it was real. But this was your first time sucking on a man's cock, wasn't it?" "Yeah." "Had you ever touched one before that night?" "No." "Had you ever even seen a man naked before that night?" "No." "So it would be fair to say your entire sexual experience is encapsulated in the span of a three minute video that you deleted?" Jenna gulped. "Yes." "Do you think you could pick Mr. Cox's penis out of a lineup?" "Huh?" "I'm asking, Jenna, if Mr. Cox's penis was put in a gloryhole, and you were on the other side, would you be able to identify it?" "What's a gloryhole?" "It's a hole in a wall where a man inserts his cock, typically with a girl on the other side. It allows both parties to anonymously perform sexual acts with each other." "Oh. Um, I think I could tell if it was his penis, yeah." Ginny stepped away. "With the court's permission, I would now like to test Jenna's knowledge of the defendant's penis." She motioned to someone at the back of the courtroom. The doors opened and Ginny's assistant brought in a tall white folding screen, like something someone would change behind, with three holes cut out waist high, with big numbers written above each one. The courtroom was abuzz as it was placed squarely in front of the jury. "I will now ask Mr. Cox and my assistant to stand behind the screen and insert their penises into the holes, along with the dildo that Miss Bana so expertly identified. The defendant can take her time and pick out the cock she feels is the one she performed a sex act on. I would like to state for the record, Mr. Cox's real penis will be one of the options." "Does the defense object?" the judge asked. "Of course I object!" Miranda declared. "Your honor, I will not subject my witness to the ridicule of examining penises like some kind of sausagefest!" "Well, if you don't think your witness can identify my client's penis..." Ginny said, waving her hand away. Miranda was fuming. "Objection withdrawn. Miss Wellby, you find that cock!" "Y-yes, ma'am!" "Your honor, with your permission," Ginny said, motioning to me. "We will begin." I moved behind the screen. Everyone in the gallery was staring at the assistant and me. We couldn't see the jury box or the witness from behind the screen, but we didn't need to. We glanced at each other, and then we both looked forward, per urinal rules. I didn't know the guy, but as I understood it, Ginny had found him at an all-male strip club. I unzipped my pants, reached in, felt my soft cock, and pulled it out by the shaft. It needed to be hard if I was going to fool Jenna into thinking it was a dildo. I glanced at the gallery, many of whom were now on their feet to get a better look. My daughter had an encouraging smile. I stared at her as I took hold of my shaft and gave it a long stroke. I let my mind wander to how good it felt to fuck Heather, taking her cherry while she begged me not to, how tight her cunt was, the way she screamed and moaned in the same breath. If I ever got out of here, I swore I was going to fuck her again and again. Now my cock was hard, standing long and firm at 11 inches. Ginny was watching me with a filthy look. She handed over the dildo. I held it in my hand, inserting it into the gloryhole between the assistant and myself, putting just a few inches of my cock through the first hole. The assistant next to me did the same. I stared at the wall, closing my eyes and thinking back to my daughter's warm lips. Ginny came around to the front of the screen, motioning to the three cocks hanging out of the gloryholes. "Jenna, if you can, please pick the one you think is Mr. Cox's cock." "Um, may I approach the hallelujah hole?" "Yes, of course," Ginny said. Jenna came closer, pushing her glasses up her nose as she squinted at each of the cocks hanging out of the holes. All three were thick, just like the one she had sucked. I couldn't blame the girl for being confused. Even I had no idea they made such lifelike dildos. "It's kinda hard to tell just from looking," Jenna said. "Can I touch them?" "With your honor's permission and no objection from prosecution, I ask that the witness be allowed to stroke the cocks." Miranda sighed. "This kind of thing almost never happens in corporate law. No objection." Jenna timidly approached the screen, chewing on her lip as she examined the cocks. She ran her hand under the dildo. I wiggled it and she squeaked. "Oh, it moved." "Is that your pick, Jenna?" Ginny asked. "No, I'm not sure yet..." Jenna went to the next cock. I felt her palm on the underside of my shaft and inhaled a breath of air. Her little hand coiled around my cock. I clenched every muscle in my body so my cock would not jerk in her hand. She ran her palm down it, her thumb caressing the head. Fuck, it did feel good. I could feel my cock getting harder. Thankfully, she went to the assistant. I glanced at him. He tensed up as Jenna gave it a tug. He exhaled and tried to thrust more of his cock out to her. "Well, Jenna, what do you think?" Ginny asked. "Hmm." Jenna came back to my cock, squeezing it between her fingers, giving it a stroke. I bit my tongue. She returned to the assistant's cock. He was balls to the wall to showcase his entire length. I heard the idiot groan when Jenna started stroking it. But maybe it was a good thing. If she picked him, I was home free. Jenna was taking her time with him too, running her fingers back and forth along the shaft, stroking the head, squeezing the tip. "Jenna?" "Hold on..." She went to the dildo again and gave it a squeeze in her hand, running her palm up and down the rigid rubber. I wiggled it for her. "Oh." "Do you have a guess, Jenna?" Jenna looked at Ginny. "I'm not really sure, because I didn't stroke it very much when I first touched it. I mostly just sucked on it. If I could suck it again, I'd recognize it better." "Well then, with no objection, I would like to allow Jenna to suck on each of the cocks so she can decide which one was the one she sucked on." Attorney Miranda folded her arms in her seat. "Unbelievable. No, why would I object to this circus?" "Then, Jenna, go ahead," Ginny said. Jenna got down on her knees in front of the middle cock. The entire jury was leaning forward in their seats, watching her. The gallery was watching too. Some of them were standing and craning their neck to get a better view. Jenna's little mouth enveloped the dildo. I could feel it moving in my hand as she sucked on it, tugging with her little lips. "Here, sweetheart," Ginny said, stroking Jenna's hair. "You really need to get down there." Ginny shoved Jenna's head forward. I pushed the dildo forward at the same time, gagging the girl. She pulled away, coughing. "Objection!" Miranda said. "Gagging the witness!" "Sustained," the judge said. "I'll rephrase," Ginny said. "Jenna, would it help if you gagged on the cock so it's similar to your experience?" "Um, okay," Jenna said. Jenna crawled to the next cock. She licked it once, and I felt the wetness of her tongue run along my piss slit. I closed my eyes and took a breath again. She kept licking, and then I felt her mouth envelope my head. I could not help myself. Now that I was in her mouth, I wanted in deeper. I slowly pushed more of my big fat long cock out of the gloryhole and into Jenna's mouth. At the same time, Ginny held Jenna's head steady. Jenna squeaked and gagged, pulling away to cough. "Take your time, Jenna," Ginny said, stroking the back of her head. "Here, try again." She pushed Jenna's head forward before Jenna could agree, and I thrust forward, filling up her mouth. She squealed as she tried to suck, her tongue moving around and thrashing underneath my fat shaft, pleasuring me as she coughed and choked. Jenna pulled away. "Try the middle one once more," Ginny said. Ginny shoved Jenna down on the dildo again, and Jenna gently sucked on it. I rammed it forward harshly, trying to shove it down her throat. She gagged loudly this time as Ginny held her head firm. "Ah!" Jenna said. "Is this familiar, Jenna?" "Yes, ma'am! My throat is starting to hurt!" "Let's try the last one now." Jenna crawled to the assistant's cock. She licked it a few times before she was ready to suck again. Her mouth closed around it. The assistant was much kinder than I was. He didn't move, but Ginny helped on the other side, forcing the girl's head down. She coughed again. "Not so hard." "You need to take it deeper," Ginny said. The assistant's eyes rolled back into his head as Jenna's mouth closed around his cock. He nearly fell forward into the screen. He was certainly pushing his cock as hard as he could into the gloryhole, trying to feel more of Jenna's warm little mouth. Jenna gagged again as Ginny rammed her head forward. The assistant groaned louder. I hoped he didn't cum. I didn't think that would help my case. "Your honor!" Miranda said, "Surely my witness has sucked enough cock for one day!" "Mrs. Cockrin, are you quite done with this exhibition?" "Yes, your honor," Ginny said, helping Jenna back to the stand. Jenna was still coughing and wiping her mouth. "Now, Jenna," Ginny said, "after sampling the three cocks, can you tell the members of the jury which one you feel most accurately depicted the cock you sucked during the night in question?" "Um, number two, I think," Jenna said. Ginny went to the screen and grabbed cock number two. She ripped it right out of the hole and held it up. "Members of the jury, Jenna has picked a false penis! Jenna, the correct penis of the defendant was number one." I stepped out, putting my hands on my hips, my cock displayed proudly. I reached down, taking it in my hand, waving it at the jury. They stared in shock. "Your honor!" Miranda said. "Mr. Cox is making a mockery of this court!" "Mr. Cox!" the judge said. "You will put your penis back into your pants this instant!" "Yes, your honor," I said, stuffing my dick back into my slacks and zipping up. The assistant did the same. He took the screen away. "The court has my thanks for its indulgence," Ginny said. "If I may continue, your honor?" He gave a nod. "Jenna, after this demonstration, would it be fair to say you don't know the difference between an artificial penis and a real penis, even while performing a sex act?" "Um, yes, that's fair to say." "Thank you, Jenna. You have just a little bit of precum on your chin. No further questions." Jenna wiped her chin and then stepped down. She gave Heather a discreet wave as she left the courtroom. Heather returned a smile. I wondered if Jenna had known which one was me, just as she had known it was me the first time. Maybe I owed that girl a thank you card, though I'm not sure if Hallmark covered this occasion. "Prosecution," the judge said, "your next witness." Miranda Wright stood up. "No further witnesses in this case, your honor. The state rests." "So be it," the judge said, lifting up his gavel. "We will take a one hour lunch break, and then we will hear from the defense." He banged the gavel. The bailiff took me away and led me off into my holding room, which had a table and a couple of chairs. They handcuffed me to the bar on the table and left me alone. I looked out the window. Ah, freedom, so close but so far. The door opened and Ginny came in, followed by my one and only bright star, Heather. "Heather!" "Hi, daddy!" she said, running over and hugging me tight from the side. I couldn't even lift my arms. "Aunt Ginny said I could come visit you." "For the purposes of testimony," Ginny said, folding her arms. Heather kissed my cheek. "Daddy, it's going so well. The jury looks so confused and shocked. They don't know what's going on." "Good," I said. "Ginny, you really nailed those witnesses to the wall." "That's my job," she said, sitting on the table, folding her long legs. "I hope you're ready to pleasure me until I cum, Bradley, because I'm earning it." Heather pouted. "Aunt Ginny, you shouldn't make my daddy have sex with you. It's not right." "Why's that? Are you jealous?" Ginny said. "Haha, please. You pimped him out to your best friend." "Just to suck his cock. Not to fuck him." "Well, too bad. Your daddy owes me, and he's going to pay up, aren't you, Bradley?" I gulped. "Of course, right after they let me out of here." Heather and I shared a look. Ginny stared hard at us. "Are you thinking of cheating me?" "Huh? No, of course not," I said quickly. "I think you are," Ginny said, standing up. "I'm not someone you fuck with, Bradley." "Ginny, I wouldn't do that." She walked around the table, keeping her arms crossed. "I know you wouldn't. It's your daughter I have to watch. You've always been spineless, Bradley. That's what got you into this mess. She has you wrapped around her little finger. Seems like the only time you get bold is when your cock is hard." "Leave him alone, Aunt Ginny," Heather said, standing tall. "Oh, you think you're head bitch here, Heather?" Ginny said, coming closer. "Do you?" "Hey, hey," I said. "Can we just cool it, please? My freedom is on the line." "That's right, it is," Ginny said. "A few choice questions from me, and they'll bury you under the prison." Ginny was staring at Heather. "You wouldn't want your daddy to get buried, would you?" Ginny stepped closer, unfolding her arms, standing toe to toe with my daughter. "Would you?" Heather backed down and lowered her head. "No." "That's right. I own your daddy." Ginny ran her hand through my hair. Then she grabbed it, yanking my head back. She leaned over, kissing me hard on the lips. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth. She looked up at my daughter. "Mmm," she said. "See?" Heather was pouting. "Jealous?" Ginny said. "You know, I think your daddy owes me a little something before he fucks me." Ginny let go of my hair. I looked at my daughter. She looked sick as she watched Ginny climb onto the table, sitting in the space between my arms, carefully spreading her legs open on either side of me. She put her high heels at the edge of the table, her skirt riding up. I looked straight ahead; her stockings went up to her thighs, her panties black and lacey. She reached out to my head, stroking my hair. She looked at Heather. "You never asked your daddy to eat your pussy, did you? I know you didn't. I would have seen the video." She grinned. "I bet you'd love to have your daddy lick your cunt, wouldn't you?" Heather didn't answer, just watched us. Ginny drew my head in. I didn't resist. I had to keep Ginny happy, no matter what. She had me by the balls. Her panties hit my nose, and I felt her snatch beneath my nostrils. I could smell her strong scent, feel how wet she was. "Lick it," she said. I opened my mouth and licked her panties, right along her pussy slit, feeling the bumps of her labia and the protrusion of her clit. "Mmm," Ginny purred, looking at Heather again. "I bet you wish it was your pussy he was licking, don't you? Well? I asked you a question." Heather gulped, nodding. "Yeah, you do. Little fucking pervert," she said. "Watch as your father gets me off." Ginny slapped my cheek. "You're going to lick my cunt until I cum, aren't you?" I nodded as I gently lapped between her legs, right on top of her panties. "Yes, you are," she said, stroking my cheek. "You're such a good boy. And after I win this case, you're going to slide your big cock in my pussy, aren't you? Aren't you? Say yes." I stopped licking and looked up at her. "Yes." Ginny smiled at Heather. "And you're going to watch. Or maybe I'll make you help. You're going to hold my legs nice and wide while your daddy fucks me with his big cock. Does that piss you off? Well, answer. Does it?" Heather's eyes narrowed. "Yes." "Mmm, I know it does. He's going to love fucking me too, love how it feels to fill up my cunt. Who needs a little girl when he can have a woman?" Heather's lower lip trembled. She looked like she was about to cry. Ginny turned my face back to her pussy. She grabbed the crotch of her panties, peeling them aside, revealing her puffy red lips, her labia fat and swollen, her clit hard, her whole cunt dripping wet. "Lick inside me," she said, holding my head. My tongue stretched and touched her pussy. I tasted her wetness. Her flavor filled my mouth. My tongue slithered between her lips, and she moaned, her head falling back. "You like that, Bradley?" she said. "Your daughter likes watching. Come here, Heather. Come here. I said come here." I heard Heather come closer. I couldn't see much, just Ginny's bald pussy and black panties pulled to one side as her juices filled my mouth. "Get a good look," Ginny said, reaching out to my daughter. Heather whined as Ginny grabbed her hair and yanked her closer. Her cheek mashed up against my cheek and we were side by side as I licked Ginny's cunt. "Good girl. Watch your daddy eat your aunt's pussy." "Ow, my hair, Aunt Ginny." "Shut up. Do you want a turn?" "No," I said, pulling my tongue out of Ginny's cunt, looking up. "Don't, Ginny." "I asked her, Bradley." Heather shook her head vigorously. "I don't like girls like that." Ginny started to pull Heather in. "It's time you learned." "No..." Heather said, struggling as Ginny pulled her in. "Ginny, enough!" I said, struggling against my handcuffs, but I had nowhere to go. "Stop it! That's my daughter!" Heather muffled out a whimper as her face met Ginny's crotch, her nose grinding into her pussy. Ginny laughed. "Use your tongue, stupid girl." "Damn it, Ginny!" I said, pulling harder against my handcuffs. Daddy, It Don't Fit You Must Acquit! "You didn't mind force fucking her throat, her cunt, or her ass. Maybe you and I are cut from the same cloth, cousin." She slapped Heather in the side of the head. "Stick your tongue out! Show your father you're a good pussy eater." I was powerless as I watched my poor daughter stick her tongue out and timidly lick her aunt's pussy. Heather recoiled from the taste, but Ginny yanked her face back in and slapped her again to force her to lick. "Lick!" "Goddamn you, Ginny!" I said. "Mmm, I popped her little lesbian mouth cherry, didn't I?" Ginny said, sighing as Heather licked. "She's not as good as you though, cousin. Help her." She grabbed the back of my head and yanked me forward. Heather and I were cheek to cheek as I stuck my tongue out and licked Ginny's pussy. Our tongues crossed each other as they tried to penetrate Ginny's hole. She was holding the back of both of our heads, her legs spread far apart. She was moaning louder as we worked on her. I began licking and sucking on her clit as my daughter licked around her pussy, turning her head so she could lick inside. "Oh, fuck!" Ginny cried. "God, you two make a good team, don't you? Mmm, father and daughter, you should be so proud of each other." Heather and I ignored her as we kept licking at her cunt. We both just wanted the bitch to cum so we didn't have to eat her out anymore. She was getting closer, based on how she was grinding into our tongues and moaning. "Fuck, yes!" she cried. I felt her pussy contract around the tip of my tongue. She gushed and creamed as I licked. Heather pulled away, making a face, but Ginny pulled her right back in, mashing her lips and nose between her legs while I kept licking. "Fuck," Ginny repeated. "Oh, fuck." Finally, Ginny shoved both of our heads away, and then she climbed off the table. Heather wiped her chin with the back of her hand. Me, I wiped mine on my shoulder. It left a stain on my clean shirt. I could still smell her cunt all over my face. Ginny straightened out her panties and her skirt. "Well, Bradley," she said, "I think that will tide me over until I'm ready to fuck you over." She looked at the watch on her wrist. "Ooh, just enough time to grab some fat-free yogurt for lunch. I'll be back in thirty, give you two a chance to chitchat. Tootles." Ginny left. Heather looked like she was ready to cry. "Daddy, am I a lesbian now?" "No, baby. Your tongue just got a little raped by a bi-sexual bitch. It's my fault. I made a deal with the devil." "It's okay, daddy. If I have to lick her pussy so you can get out of this, it's what I deserve. I made you fuck me in public and got you caught." "Let's just hope for the best, cupcake." "Daddy, are you really gonna fuck her when this is all over?" "If I actually get out of this... I'm not sure I have much of a choice, kiddo." She pouted. "I don't want you to fuck her. You're mine, daddy." "I know, cupcake, but I have to." She frowned, putting her head on my shoulder. I still couldn't move my arms, but I rested my head on top of hers. "Think of me while you're in her pussy, okay, daddy?" Heather said. "You got it, cupcake." Thirty minutes later, the door opened. Ginny was there with the bailiff. They un-cuffed me and took me back to the courtroom. It took another ten minutes before the judge was ready and the jury was assembled. "All right, folks," the judge said, "the trial will continue with the defense's first witness." Ginny stood up. "The defense calls Heather Cox." Heather stood up from the gallery and walked up to the witness stand, raising her hand. She was sworn in and then Ginny approached her. "Heather, can you tell the court about the dare you made with your classmates?" "We all dared each other to make sex videos with our boyfriends to see who was the best at sex." "But you didn't have a boyfriend, did you?" "No." "Then why did you agree to make these videos?" "Peer pressure." "Peer pressure," Ginny echoed, looking at the jury. "Peer pressure." She looked at Heather again. "So you were a victim of bullying?" "Yes, it's the school system's fault." "Who did you ask to perform in your videos?" "Um, my daddy." Ginny looked around the court. "Your daddy is this man here, Bradley Cox?" "Yes." "You asked your own father to have sexual relations with you?" "No, not sexual relations." "What did you ask him then, Heather?" "I didn't want to do something gross like suck on my daddy's cock, and he didn't want that either, so we came up with a plan that he could put a dildo in his pants, and I could pretend like it was a real cock." "So you sucked on a rubber penis in your first video?" "Yes." "What about the second video, the intercourse video?" "If you watch the video, he never actually penetrates me. He was just thrusting between my legs, but again it was only with a dildo. And he had one of those strap-on things that lesbians use, but we blurred out the lines after we finished with the video." "What about the anal video? It's pretty clear there was insertion into your anus." "That time, I asked my daddy to insert the dildo into my bottom, so everyone would think it was real." "So it was all an act?" "Exactly, yes." "At no time did your father insert his real penis into your anus?" "Yup, at no time." "What about the live video?" "Same thing as the anal, but that's why we dropped the camera at the end, so we could pretend like he was penetrating me." "So at no time did his actual genitals come into contact with your genitals?" "Yes. At no time did our genitals touch." "The charges here include rape, Heather. Do you feel you were raped?" "Absolutely not. We never had sex." "You do realize rape can occur even with an item such as a dildo." "I know, but I wasn't raped. I asked him to do everything he did." "You looked resistant in some of the videos." "I was acting." "Heather, how can the jury believe that statement? The video evidence is strong." "Well, like, the truth is I have a really small pussy. So there's no way a really large dildo, let alone a guy with a cock the size of my daddy's, could have possibly penetrated me. I mean, my ass is a different story. I stick big stuff up my asshole all the time, but not my pussy. It's really small." "You're saying it's physically impossible to penetrate your little pussy with a large cock?" "Sorta. And I think I would be in too much agony to film it or anything." "Would you be willing to show the court your pussy today, Heather?" "Sure. I'd be willing to do that." "Your honor, I enter Exhibit F, Heather's pussy, as a full exhibit, if prosecution has no objection." Miranda threw her hands up. "Oh, yes, why not let the girl expose her genitals in a court of law?" "Very well, no objection," the judge said. He looked at Heather. "Go ahead and show the jury your pussy, young lady." Heather stood up from behind the witness stand. She came around to the evidence table in front of the jury. I watched as she shyly reached under her skirt, taking the edges of her panties. She slid them down, her skirt still hiding her cunt. It wouldn't be hidden for long. She hopped up on the table, her legs dangling off the side. Ginny came closer and put her hand on Heather's knee. "Are you ready to show the jury your pussy, Heather?" "Yes, ma'am." My sweet little daughter lifted her legs up and put her maryjane shoes on the edge of the desk. She pulled her skirt up. Her bald little pussy was glistening in the courtroom light. "As you can see," Ginny said, addressing the jury, "Heather's pussy is exceptionally small and tight. I'll now insert one finger into the witness to demonstrate." There was a box of latex gloves next to my poor half-naked daughter, which Ginny slipped on. She made a fist and then extended her middle finger. She slipped it down between Heather's legs and stroked between her red pussy lips. Then she started to push one in. Heather whimpered and whined. "Ooww." "It's okay, Heather. Take a deep breath. It's just one finger." "Can you use any lube?" Heather asked. "Sure, I can." Ginny took her hand back and then spit in her palm. She rubbed the saliva between her fingers. "This should help." She put her hand back between Heather's legs and slid her finger into my daughter's cunt. Heather gave a little sigh. I could see Ginny was wiggling it inside her. Heather squirmed and bit her lower lip. Ginny seemed to smirk. "As you can see, my finger is fully inserted into the witness' pussy, and a lot of stretching is occurring." She slipped her finger out. Heather took a breath. She started to sit up, but Ginny put her hand on her shoulder. "However, to demonstrate this more fully, with the witness' permission, I'd like to invite the members of the jury to individually insert their fingers into the witness' pussy so they can feel the tightness of her cunt." Heather's eyes seemed to stretch. Mine did too. I was not okay with a bunch of strangers poking and prodding my daughter's cunt, but Heather would do anything to help me at this point, and Ginny knew it. "Okay, I guess," Heather said, glancing at me. "Excellent!" Ginny said. "With the court's permission, please allow the jury to step forward." The judge sat up awkwardly. "Uh, well... defense? Objections?" Miranda was rubbing her forehead. "Hmm, objections? No, none. By all means, invite the jury to finger the girl. Maybe we should invite the clerk next? Perhaps the stenographer? Why not the gallery?" "Very well, no objection noted. Members of the jury, please step forward and follow the defense's instructions." The entire panel stepped forward and came out from behind the jury box. One by one they put on latex gloves. The first one was an old woman. She had pruned, wrinkled hands and a stern face. Heather whined as the old woman jammed her forefinger into her cunt. "Filthy hussy," the old lady said. Heather frowned. The old woman yanked her finger out and the next person stepped forward, a middle-aged woman who looked very judgmental. She too rammed her finger into poor Heather's vagina. She seemed to curl her knuckle as she pulled out, making Heather yelp. "Whore," the woman hissed. The next was a younger guy, probably in his twenties. His bright eyes seemed excited. "Uh..." He eagerly slid his middle finger into Heather's pussy. He didn't yank it out right away. He took time to push it in and out. Heather whimpered and squirmed on the desk. "Yes, sir, take your time," Ginny said. "Really get deep in her cunt." The next one stepped forward, and then the next, all of them jamming their digits into my daughter. The last man was the one I was really worried about. He had huge hands, as well as a malicious grin that showed how much he was looking forward to this. "Oh, no..." Heather whispered as she saw Banana-hands. Unlike the others, he didn't put on a pair of gloves. He popped one huge finger into his mouth and licked it. Then he reached down between my daughter's legs and with a little bit of force, rammed his finger into her cunt. "Ah!" Heather cried. Banana-hands was twisting his finger inside Heather's little pussy, making her squirm on the table. "Oh, god!" "Sir, there's no reason to be gentle," Ginny said. "By all means, try two fingers." "No-no!" Heather cried. "No more, please!" Banana-hands yanked his hand away from my daughter's cunt and then blatantly stuck his finger back into his mouth, sucking it off. He winked at her. Heather whimpered, closing her legs and pushing down her skirt. "Your honor," Ginny continued. "That concludes my questions for the witness and her vagina." "Very well," the judge said. "Prosecution, cross?" As Ginny sat down, Miranda stood up. Heather started to get down, but Miranda held up her hand. "Stay there." Heather gulped. She crossed her legs and kept her hands on her skirt. "Okay." "Miss Cox," Miranda said, "I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable for you." "As long as I prove my daddy is not guilty, I don't care if I have to be humiliated." "I think you've at least proved to the jury you have a very tight vagina." Heather nodded. "But," Miranda said, "a vagina can stretch, can't it? Even to accommodate a penis of large length and size. In fact, isn't it true your father's penis would fit inside you if he forced it?" "N-no, it couldn't!" "Then it's not true that you had sexual relations with your father?" Heather gasped. "I did not! That's disgusting!" "But it wasn't disgusting having these strangers insert their fingers into your vagina? It wasn't disgusting performing sexually with a dildo in front of your father, as you claim?" "Objection!" Ginny called. "She's harassing my witness!" "I'd like permission to treat Miss Cox as a hostile witness, your honor." "Very well. Overruled. Continue." "Well, Miss Cox?" Miranda said. "Answer the question." "I wasn't lying. I just have a small vagina, so big things can't fit inside it." "Big things like your father's penis, you mean?" "Yes, exactly. Big things like that." Miranda turned to the jury. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you've felt the tightness of the witness' vagina, so you are certainly qualified to determine whether or not a large penis, such as the one the defendant has, could fit inside this girl's vagina. Therefore..." She looked straight at me. "I ask the defendant to prove his penis cannot fit into his daughter by trying to insert it!" The gallery gasped, the jury murmured, and I was stunned. Ginny jumped up. "That is an outrageous request! We cannot perform an unlawful sexual act in a court of law!" Miranda waved her hand aside. "The state will wave all charges for the purposes of the demonstration, if your client and your witness are willing to prove they cannot copulate." "Your honor?" Ginny cried. The gallery was still murmuring. "Order," the judge called, tapping his gavel. "If the prosecution is willing to wave charges for demonstration purposes, it's the defendant's and the witness' choice if they wish to proceed." Ginny looked from me, to Heather, to the jury, to the gallery, and then to Miranda, who looked so smug and confident, because she knew she had us now. Either we refused and made her case, or we demonstrated the age-old tradition of a father fucking his daughter in a court of law. "We'll do it!" Heather spoke up. "It's true! It doesn't fit, and we'll prove it!" The entire court held a moment of silence. Ginny looked rapturous. "Agreed! My client and the witness will prove their innocence by demonstrating for the jury that his cock cannot fit in her pussy! And when they succeed, I will ask the jury to return a verdict of not guilty on all counts! If the cock doesn't fit, you must acquit!" The courtroom exploded into chatter. "Order, order!" "You're going down!" Miranda shouted. "I'm going to bury you!" Ginny snapped back. "Order!" the judge screamed, pounding his gavel. "We will have order!" The courtroom came to order. My daughter was staring at me. We were both thinking the same thing. Could I do it? If I stood between her legs with a hard cock pressing against her pussy lips, could I keep from shoving it in? Did I have that much willpower? "Prosecution," the judge said, "you may continue." "Then I'll ask Mr. Cox to approach the witness," Miranda said. I stood up, straightening my tie, and then approached my daughter. The jury was staring at me like I was a freak-show at a circus. Ginny was standing beside me, her arms folded, but her face betrayed her nervousness. She tried to send me some kind of silent message, but I could not discern it. "If you please, Mr. Cox," Miranda said, taking a step back, moving out of the way so the jury had a perfect view of Heather sitting on the table in front of me. Heather looked so nervous I thought she was going to cry. I needed to assure her this was going to be okay, that I could pretend. I could, couldn't I? "Don't worry, sweetheart. Daddy won't hurt you. This will all be over soon." Heather seemed to believe me, which was more faith than I had in myself. I watched as my pretty little daughter hitched up her skirt, revealing her bald pussy again. The jury leaned forward in their chairs. They'd already fingered that pussy, and now they wanted to see if it was going to get fucked. I had to admit, I was worried about whether I could get hard with a jury of my peers watching, but seeing my daughter's delicious cunt sent a pulse through my body. I felt my cock twitch. Fuck, I had been in jail for six long months, and the sight of it made my blood hot. I remembered how tight and wet she was, how good it felt to stuff my cock into her. I felt my cock throb again and I knew the moment I unzipped my pants, the jury was going to see my hard cock fly out, ready to penetrate my pretty daughter. If I could just keep it together... I unzipped my pants. The whole court seemed to hold their breath as I reached in and took my dick by the shaft, pulling it out. Everyone exhaled together as my cock met the open air of the courtroom. I couldn't help but give it a soft stroke as I looked down at my daughter on the table. My cock looked even bigger next to her small frame. Her heels were on the edge of the table as she lied back. She sat up on her elbows to watch me. All I had to do was step forward and ram it into her, but no, not this time. I could fuck her all I wanted after I was free... If I could only prove myself not guilty. "Your honor," Miranda spoke up, "with your permission, I'd like to first examine the defendant's cock so that no trickery is practiced, like with my earlier witness." "Objection, your honor," Ginny spoke up, "fondling the defendant!" "Overruled. Prosecution may inspect the cock." Miranda gave me a malicious look, and then she grabbed my cock and crushed it in her hand. I groaned as I felt her nails dig into it. She yanked on it once or twice to make sure it was attached. "Ow, fuck, take it easy." "Watch your language, Mr. Cox, or I'll hold you in contempt," the judge said. "Sorry, your honor," I said. "Maybe my lawyer could object to the prosecution trying to tear my cock off though! Ow!" Miranda took her hand off. "Prosecution is satisfied the cock is authentic." I glanced down. Her pawing had actually made it harder. It was standing straight ahead, nice and true, pointing at my daughter's glistening pussy. She was watching it, and I could tell it was making her little pink slit wetter. That wasn't going to help. "Well, Mr. Cox?" Miranda said. "We're waiting on you." I stepped forward between my daughter's legs. The jury leaned forward in their chairs. "Your honor," Ginny said, "with your permission, as I am counsel to the defendant, may I take control of the cock and attempt to insert it into the witness?" "If prosecution has no objection." "Oh, by all means, counselor, please direct the cock." Ginny reached down between Heather's legs and took hold of my cock. She gave it a gentle tug and led it forward. I held my breath as the mushroom head hit Heather's pubic mound. Heather was holding her breath too, looking down between her legs as Ginny dragged the head up and down, running it over her clit and across her labia. "Mmmooh," Heather said, trying to keep her mouth closed. "I will now attempt to draw it forward into Miss Cox's very small hole," Ginny said. The moment Ginny started to push the head of my cock between Heather's pussy lips, Heather began whimpering. "Ow! Ow, it's soo big! Daddy, it doesn't fit!" "Hang on, baby, we just have to try a little harder to prove to the court we haven't done this before." "O-okay, daddy," she said.