The Inspector
An Erotic Story
I apologize in advance to my readers for the fact that this
story is incomplete; but it can't be helped. So, if unfinished
stories bother you, skip this one. It was based on the idea that
in a censored society, the only people ALLOWED to look at
censored material is the censors themselves. Like: Who do you
trust?
In the US (for example) Postal-inspectors and customs-agents
(of all people!) not only are ALLOWED to look at "child-porn",
but it's part of their JOB to do so! Not only that, but they are
both allowed (and I understand even ENCOURAGED) to send pictures
of child-abuse and kids having sex (not necessarily the same
thing) to those people they *suspect* of wanting to look at such
smut ... just like they do every day. In fact, in the ongoing
crusade to encourage such "perverts" to reveal themselves, the US
Postal Service has become the biggest PRODUCER of genuine
"kiddie-porn" the world has ever seen ... with the US customs
office not far behind.
This story is (or was intended to be) a fantasy about how
life as such a Postal Inspector might be. A fun thing. Only ...
it didn't turn out quite the way I expected.
1
My friend Mark dropped a package off on my desk.
"You should look at this," he said, before hurrying off.
It was about a half hour before my schedule allowed me to
look at the package; but when I did, it was about what I figured.
There was a big file on this guy they were trying to catch doing
something illegal, who was writing all those nasty stories out on
the net.
If only we could catch him accepting something illegal, then
we'd have him. So far, he had avoided all the offers that
perverts like him usually fell for. However, from his writing,
we knew he MUST like kiddie-porn, or he wouldn't be writing all
those letters defending those slimeballs we had caught before.
To read what he said on the net, you'd think that WE were
the perverts, when we are just doing our jobs here at the post-
office; protecting the children from people like him.
As I said, so far he's managed to avoid getting caught, but
if the guys in the studio had done their jobs, then I figured we
had the perfect bait.
I decided I'd better check to be sure. I opened the
package. Yep, everything looked right. Neatly boxed, with a
cover saying, "The Jones Family" the video looked like any normal
VHS tape you'd pick up at the video store.
The package was addressed to the pervert we were trying to
hang, with just a note saying, "Thought you might like this,
Hank." (That was the alias I used to swap messages with the guy
on the net.) If this video was as good as I thought it was, then
the jerk was as good as nailed; once he picked up his mail and
put it in the VCR to see what it was. We figured it wouldn't
take more than about 15 minutes to catch the guy with the shit
displayed on his TV screen, and then we could confisticate his TV
and VCR too. We could use a good 40-inch TV down here at the
inspector's office. If for nothing else than previewing videos
like this.
Since I had missed the main preview, when the whole
department checked out the new tape, (I had been out of the
office.) I slipped it in my private monitor for a quick view.
I fast-forwarded through the fake-credits, and switched to
play just after the screen flashed the title: "Daddy's Girls" on
the screen, followed by a cut from later in the film. A little
four-year-old girl was lying with her legs spread, while a man
ejaculated thick sticky white stuff all over the little girl's
lewdly exposed vagina. As you watched, the man got even closer
to the little girl; rubbing his still squirting prick up against
the child's bare little slit, while he continued to squirt still
more gooey cum right up inside her.
"Oh God," I muttered to myself, "He's not really going
to. . ." He did. Even as I said he couldn't, the man pushed his
enormous prick up against the little girl's tiny little hole,
until the head suddenly vanished inside her. I was almost ready
to cum in my pants just from watching. Luckily however, I was
interrupted.
"That's probably the second-sexiest scene in the whole
movie," came the voice at my ear. I almost jumped out of my
seat, as I realized that my boss was looking at the film over my
shoulder.
2
Joan Markham isn't the sexiest woman in the world, but she's
not bad looking either. On more than one occasion, we had
"gotten it on" together, when previewing films had gotten to be
too much for both of us. Still, I WAS a happily married man, and
Joan knew it.
"Second-best?" I croaked. That was the hottest scene I had
seen in months. And I saw quite a few, as my job of postal-
inspector let me see more kiddie-porn in a week, than most people
saw in 20 years.
"Uhuh," said Joan, "You should see it, when he knocks up his
little girl. Now THERE is a scene that will steam up your
glasses!"
"You don't mean. . ." I couldn't believe her insinuation.
"Uhuh," she affirmed, "They not only show him getting his
little 10-year-old girl pregnant, but they make sure you see his
sperm inside her, and her belly swelling several months later.
If they hadn't run out of time and budget, I'm sure they would
have shown the kid having her baby, as well."
The front of my pants was a spreading stain, even though I
hadn't cum yet.
"THAT ought to get a conviction, don't you think?" she
asked.
"Uhuh," I barely managed to croak. "I don't see how a
pervert like this guy could NOT want a film like this. He's as
good as caught. . . Still, maybe I'd better check this film out,
to be sure it's as good as I think it is."
My boss nodded; her lovely breasts jiggling in the tight
halter she wore. Joan didn't dress to tease; on the other hand,
she didn't dress to have clothes get in the way, if a fellow co-
worker needed "assistance." I guess that's one reason Joan was
boss. She knew how to motivate her workers, and wasn't afraid of
getting HER hands dirty either.
Still, she WAS my boss; even if sometimes she was a little
bit more. I knew every man in the office would jump into a pot
of boiling water for Joan, and I was no exception. WHAT a
gal. . . Almost a good as my wife.
Joan looked down at the wet-spot in my lap, where pre-cum
was making a mess. (It's an occupational hazard.) "Hmm," she
said, "perhaps you'd better. Maybe you should check out your
family's reaction too, just to be sure."
We both shared a big grin. I knew Joan had already checked
out HER family's reaction, or she wouldn't have been making this
suggestion. "THAT good, huh?" I asked, as I gathered my things
together.
"That good," she affirmed, as she filled out a slip to allow
me to take the film home for "evaluation purposes."
"Now make sure you don't make any 'unnecessary' copies," she
reminded me.
I grinned back at her, while I agreed that any copies I made
would be needed by me for my thorough "evaluation" of the video.
3
After all, if our case against this creep rested on his
viewing a pornographic video of little girls having sex, then I
should be familiar with what was on the video, when we try to
prosecute. I'll probably have to keep several copies, just to
ensure that I have one, when the case comes to trial. Maybe even
after that, to fight any appeals he might make. No, any copies I
made, would definitely be "necessary."
I'm sure Joan understands this, and had already made any
"necessary" copies SHE needed as well. That's why she reminded
me.
"Now you go home, and take GOOD care of the wife and kids,"
she told me, as she bent over and gave me a tongue-sharing kiss.
I was tempted to reach behind her and pull her panties down
right there, but she was right: I had my family waiting at home.
When I got home, my wife was cooking dinner, while I could
tell the kids were playing in the next room, from the high-
pitched squeals.
Lori looked at me sympathetically. She could tell I had a
"problem" by the bulge in my trousers, and the unmistakable
video-box under my arm told her why. "Poor dear," she said,
"you've had a 'hard' day at the office, didn't you?"
At my nod, she continued, "And I see you had to bring some
work home too. Why don't you go into the living-room, and get
started, while I fix dinner. I'll send Keri in, in a few minutes
to help." "Ok?"
What COULD I say? I blushed at the thought, but we had all
agreed to "handle" things this way, so I headed off to the
living-room after giving my wife a kiss in thanks. She grinned,
and gave as good as she got, before shooing me off. Lori had a
dinner to cook, and she knew that Keri and I would be able to
"work things out" without her help.
I slipped the video in the master VCR; a blank tape in the
slave, and started both, while I grabbed a drink. I figured I
might as well be making a copy, while I reviewed the tape. It
wouldn't take any longer.
By the time I finished getting a drink, and had settled into
the big easy-chair, the show had passed the credits, and lead-in
fuck-shots (like the one of the little girl getting fucked. . . I
knew there would be a more complete version of that later.) The
screen once again filled up with the title, "Daddy's Girls" and
slowly zoomed in on the outside-view of a fairly normal-looking
suburban house, then even closer to a side window where it seemed
to dissolve right THROUGH the window into a little girl's
bedroom.
I unbuckled my pants and slid them off, before settling back
in the chair to watch. "Might as well be comfortable," I
thought. Having my prick straining against my pants would
distract me from the movie. Idly, I began stroking my prick, as
the action on the screen started.
A little girl who couldn't have been much more than nine or
ten years old was undressing and getting ready for bed. She
seemed completely unconscious of the camera following her every
move, as she slipped out of her bobby-socks and shoes, then
stretched and wriggled her way out of a pullover sweater.
4
For a moment, you could see the little girl's barely budding
breasts, before she bent over and started pulling her panties
off, and then began skinning out of a short little dress that
hadn't hid much anyway. It didn't take very long, as the girl
seemed to be just taking her clothes off, and not doing a strip-
tease for her unseen audience. In a way, this was even sexier
than if she HAD acted like she knew people were watching, and was
putting on a show. The unassuming innocence of the little girl
made you feel like you were peeping in on her without her
knowledge.
When she finished undressing, the little 10-year-old lifted
her arms, and did a slow pirouette in front of the mirror, like a
ballet-dancer; looking at herself in the mirror all the time she
did so. You could tell the little girl was pleased at what she
saw.
And why shouldn't she? The child made a beautiful picture
of charming innocence, even stark naked. Her barely budding
breasts, and pouting little slit had just enough plumpness to
hint that she would soon become a woman.
There was nothing lewd about the display, but it was still
as erotic as anything Mark had ever seen. His prick was now
fully erect, and starting to seep a little pre-cum out of the
tip, as he wished HE was in that bedroom with the little girl.
As the girl stopped examining herself in the mirror and
pulled back the covers to her bed, you suddenly realized that
there had been no music, and no dialog up to this point, as the
little girl stopped humming the song that had covered the lack.
Just as the girl was bending over to get in bed, giving a
delicious view of a perfect little ass just above two pouting
cunny-lips, she was interrupted.
The door to the bedroom opened, and two adults entered.
From their resemblance to the little girl, it was obvious that
the two were the little girl's parents. The child made this even
more obvious.
"Oh Hi Mommy, Daddy," she said; happily climbing back out of
bed and skipping over to her parents. She didn't seem to be the
least bit surprised or embarrassed to find her parents just as
naked as she was. The little girl gave first her mother, and
then her father a big hug and kiss.
When she got to the man, he picked her up and kissed his
daughter thoroughly. The man ran his hands up and down the
child's back; seeming to enjoy the feel of his daughter's skin.
As he did so, his cock came erect between his little girl's legs,
but that didn't stop the child from her display of affection.
She even seemed to rub her bare cunny-lips against her father's
erection; seeming to enjoy the lewd spectacle she was making of
herself in front of her own mother.
"Oooh Daddy," she cooed, "you're really going to 'give it
to' Mommy tonight, aren't you?" With this, the little girl
pointedly ground her bare cunny even harder on her father's
swollen prick. Her father just grinned.
"Uh Honey," said the older woman, tentatively, "that's what
your father and I came in here to talk to you about."
5
"Yes Momma," said the little girl, clamping her legs around
her father's prick, so it stuck out behind her in an obscene
manner that made her look like she was shitting a prick.
"You remember when you had your period about two weeks ago,
and I told you how it meant your body was getting ready; so you
could have a baby, when you start having sex?" asked the child's
mother.
"Uhuh," repeated the little girl, as she finally climbed
down off her father and sat looking up at both parents from the
corner of the bed.
"Well, your father and I agreed that it wasn't fair to keep
you from learning about sex, when your body is obviously ready.
So your father is going to show you how to make love, and teach
you how to make a baby, just like me."
I almost wasted a gallon of thick creamy sperm all over my
hand, at this obscene idea, but managed to grit my teeth and
control myself. I was certain that there was far more interesting
stuff to come. There was.
"Now Lisa, you just lie there on the bed dear, and spread
your legs," said the woman, as she pulled back the bedding to
allow her offspring to get on the bed. "Your father's going to
put his penis inside you, and teach you how to make a baby. You
DO want to learn how, don't you?"
"Yes Momma, said the little girl, as she obediently lay back
with her legs up and spread. The child's bare cunny was open and
inviting to her father. For a second, the camera zoomed in close
to where you could actually see right up inside the child's tiny
hole, as her vulnerable position stretched her little crack so
that the hole between her legs was wide-open, and you could see
inside her vagina.
I gasped, when a pink sheen inside the little girl's slit
became visible for just an instant, before being covered by the
shadow of her father climbing on the bed. The little girl was a
virgin! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my
own eyes. No matter HOW young the girl was, you didn't expect a
virgin to be starring in a porno-flick.
I'm was sure that was why the camera had made such a point
of looking right in the child's snatch. Besides being highly
erotic, whoever was directing this film wanted you to be sure you
KNEW the child was having her virginity taken by her own father.
For the second time that evening, I almost wasted my sperm
in my own hand.
"Oh Hi, Daddy," said a familiar voice, "You really DO need
help, don't you?"
I managed to tear my eyes off the screen, as my oldest
daughter Keri joined me. The 13-year-old girl was only wearing a
mini-skirt, and tube-top. Nothing else. No shoes, no socks, not
even panties, and certainly not panty-hose to get in the way.
The short little mini barely covered her buttocks and cunny, as
she bent over a little and backed up to me.
6
"Here Daddy," she said, "let me help. We can watch this
together." With this, the teenager reached between her legs;
grabbed my enormously swollen prick in one hand, and rubbed it
against her own sex, until both of us were slippery with my pre-
cum. Then she sat down; taking my prick inside her with one long
swoop that drew a big sigh of satisfaction from both of us.
"Whooo. See Daddy, I told you I'd help," said the girl, as
she wriggled a bit to seat my prick more comfortably inside her.
"Now you can enjoy the movie, without having to worry."
For a moment, I almost closed his eyes, as the satisfaction
of finally having my prick being massaged by little girl cunny
felt so good I could barely think about anything else. Keri has
the sweetest, tightest little snatch I have ever been in, and the
fact that she didn't seem to mind helping me keep from going so
crazy watching little girls get fucked that I might lose my job,
was almost as stimulating.
That my own daughter would let me use and abuse her like
this so that I can protect others, sometimes made me so proud I
almost burst. Keri even pretends to like it, just like the
little girl on the screen.
For a second, I was almost in shock, as I wondered what I
had missed while my little girl took my prick up inside herself.
Not much it turned out. Probably a minute or two of oral-sex,
which wasn't all that interesting to me anyway. Still, I
wondered if the child had licked her father, or he had licked her
while I was distracted.
Whatever. At the moment, the man's prick was approaching
his little 10-year-old girl's tiny little hole, as his wife gave
instructions. "See Daddy's prick Lisa," she said.
The little girl nodded, her eyes riveted on the big cylinder
approaching her.
"Well Daddy is going to put it right up inside you, and
squirt his sperm inside you, so you can get pregnant," explained
the depraved woman.
The little girl's eyes widened at this information, but she
didn't shake her head, or say, "no."
Encouraged by her daughter's acquiescence, the woman
continued with her instructions. "So tell Daddy to do it," she
said.
"Do it, Daddy," said the little girl, obediently, "squirt
your stuff inside me, so I'll know how to make a baby just like
Mommy."
The camera zoomed in close, as her father started. You
could see a clear drop of liquid dripping from the tip of the
man's prick, just before he swabbed it up and down his little
girl's slit, and began pushing it inside. There was a groan from
both incestuous partners, as the head of the man's thick prick
vanished into his daughter. "Ooof," said the man, while his
daughter responded with an, "Ow!"
"Oooh, Daddy, I feel that," said Keri, as she felt my prick
leap inside her. "Isn't that sexy?" she said. "I wonder if he's
really going to do it, and get her pregnant?"
7
My prick leaped again in my little girl's squeezing young
vagina. I was barely able to hold on, but I wanted to feel my
sperm squirting in my daughter's womb, at the same time the man
on the screen did it to his little girl. Or at least, wait until
the man got his prick all the way up inside the child. Groaning
with effort, I grit my teeth and managed to keep from squirting
great gobs of baby-juice all over the inside of my daughter's
sucking young snatch.
"Oh God, I hope so," I responded to my daughter's lewd
suggestion.
"It hurts!" said the girl on the screen.
"It's supposed to hurt, the first time," said her mother.
This didn't seem to reassure her daughter, so the woman
continued, "It's only the first time that it really hurts," she
explained, "but you've got to let Daddy break your hymen, if he's
going to get you pregnant."
"Does he HAVE to, Momma?" said the little girl. It wasn't
clear if she was referring to losing her virginity, or having her
father's baby.
"Uhuh," said her mother, "If you want to be a big girl like
me, you'll have to let Daddy break your cherry, so you can have a
baby too."
"OK, Momma. If you say so," said the little girl bravely.
"Tell your father dear," she responded, "He doesn't want to
hurt you, if you're not sure."
Sure enough, the man was holding himself rigid, as he waited
for his daughter's response, with just the fat head of his prick
leaking pre-cum into the little girl's tight little slit.
"Do it Daddy," said the little 10-year-old, "break my
cherry, so I can feel what it's like to have a baby. Please
Daddy?" The little girl looked up at her father, tears in her
eyes, but not backing down either. "Please Daddy?" she repeated.
The camera shifted angles to the juncture of the incestuous
couple's loins. One second you could see the fat cylinder of the
man's prick connecting the two lovers like a hose between two
fire-plugs, and the next there was only an inch or two remaining
outside the little girl.
"OW!" said the little girl, "That HURTS!"
"Only for a moment," soothed her mother. "In a minute,
Daddy's going to squirt his sperm inside you, so you can have a
baby just like Mommy."
Her husband didn't say a thing, obviously fighting to keep
from splattering his daughter's belly full of incestuous seed
before they both had a chance to enjoy it.
"Ooh Daddy, you like that, don't you," said Keri; squeezing
my swollen prick as she slid up and down. "Does the thought of
him making a baby in his own daughter turn you on?"
I was no more able to talk than the man on the screen was.
My daughter's obscene suggestion had me gritting my teeth to
restrain myself, while I watched the exciting scene unfolding on
the TV in front of me.
8
By now, the man was sliding his oversized cock in and out of
his little girl's hole. He could only get a little more than
half of his member inside the child, but it was obvious that he
was enjoying every inch that fit inside her. Just as I was
enjoying MY daughter's warm little pussy.
Keri didn't need an answer anyway. Feeling my prick jump
inside her everytime either she or someone on the screen
mentioned the idea of the man getting his little girl pregnant,
told her just how much the idea DID turn me on.
"Mmmm, Daddy," said Keri, "it's not fair to make you watch
this, when you can't do it too. I bet you'd like to make a baby
in me, just like he is."
I grabbed my daughter by the hips, and held her still while
I shuddered at the very thought. If had allowed her to move, I
would have came right then, and I wanted to keep feeling Keri's
tight little snatch milking on my prick at least until this scene
was over.
By this time, the incestuous couple on the screen had
shifted position, and the man was behind the little girl; driving
his cock up into her so you could see the child's tummy bulge,
each time her father's prick slid home inside her. By now, she
was able to take all but the last two inches of her father's
thick prick. I wondered how long it would be before the little
girl could take all of her father's thick prick up inside her.
MY prick jumped again, at the very thought.
Keri took that as an answer. "OK Daddy," she said, "I'll
ask Momma if I can go off the pill, so you can get me pregnant."
It was too much. The thought that my lovely daughter was
willing to sacrifice herself for me, enough to even let me get
her pregnant, was like a blow to the head. I completely lost
control and began squirting thick heavy gobs of incestuous sperm
right up inside my daughter's tightly squeezing snatch. The
thought of getting my own daughter pregnant was too exciting to
believe. Squirt after thick sticky squirt of sperm spat out of
my prick, and into the welcoming belly of my own daughter. It
felt so good to finally let go.
"Ooh, thanks Daddy," said Keri. SHE was thanking ME? I
felt almost overcome with love, and a little shame as I realized
how my little girl was sacrificing herself for me. . . Pretending
to like being fucked, and even act willing to carry my baby. I
almost wished I were stronger, so I could manage to turn her
offer down, but to my shame I couldn't. That's why we had all
agreed to go this route in the first place. Still, I was amazed
at how good an actor my daughter was. You could almost believe
that she LIKED what she was doing, as she squirmed on me; milking
the last sticky drops of incestuous seed into her tight little
hole while she talked. "I'm going to ask Momma, as soon as we
finish." she continued.
"Ask me what?" said my wife, momentarily poking her head in
the living room. Her daughter's words had gotten her attention,
and Lori came in; wiping her hands on a dish-towel, as she came.
"If I can go off the pill, so Daddy can get me pregnant;
just like the girl on the screen," Keri explained.
9
Lori looked with renewed interest at the TV, where the
little 10-year-old was now on top of her father; sliding up and
down his prick like a merry-go-round horse. "Oh Daddy, Daddy,
Daddy," the little girl babbled mindlessly.
I was amazed at the acting ability of the child. You would
swear that the little girl was actually enjoying being fucked.
Of course, that couldn't be true. I mean, there's no way a 10-
year-old girl could like sex. Still, the girl on the screen
almost made you a believer of those perverts who said that
children could not only like sex, but some of them actually
WANTED to get fucked. WHAT an actress! If you didn't know
better, you would swear that the little girl on the screen was
approaching an orgasm, as she begged her own father to plant a
baby in her cute little tummy.
"Oh my," said my wife, "They've gone that far, have they.
Well, I guess." Her words were the only reference to the fact
that we had all agreed that whatever they did in the videos I had
to watch, Lori or the girls would do for me; as long as no one
was hurt. We had agreed that "hurt" meant REALLY hurt. Even the
girls had agreed that they could put up with a little spanking,
or the pain that comes with loss of virginity or getting fucked
in the ass. We had never expected to see a girl get pregnant,
that's why Keri was on the pill.
Up to now, the youngest girl we had seen getting fucked was
over 14, so Jean and Marsha had been spared. It was funny
though, You might actually think the two little girls were
disappointed that they hadn't had to put up with being fucked
yet. In fact, you might think they were even eager to feel me
violate them. I guess that watching their older sister's
performance had made them determined to act liked they wanted it;
just like their older sister was.
I felt so proud of my family. To do this for me, and all
those innocent children out there. Sacrificing their innocence
for others. Still, it was one thing to have my daughters fuck
me. Even Jean. But to get one of them pregnant? Still, we
hadn't ruled it out, and from my wife's determined look it was
too late to change the rules. Oh God, I was getting hard again,
just at the thought of Keri's sexy little tummy being so
beautifully big and swollen.
Now that my wife had seen the little girl in the movie
getting pregnant by her own father, I knew Lori would insist that
I do the same thing to Keri.
Keri felt it. "Momma," she said, "Daddy's getting hard
again!" as she milked the last sticky drops of my sperm up inside
her vagina.
Just the thought of my sperm being inside my own daughter's
fertile young womb, made me get even harder.
"Let me see," said Lori, her voice barely audible over the
grunts, oohs, and aahs coming from the TV, as the action on the
screen speeded up. By now, the man was fucking his little girl
doggie-style, as they worked faster and faster. The man STILL
couldn't get all of his oversized prick into the little girl
though.
10
Dutifully, in answer to her mother, Keri raised herself off
my lap; showing my cum-smeared prick with a big greasy drop of
semen dribbling out of the tip as she raised up. "Gee Mom," she
said, "What do I do now?"
This was the first time I had ever cum inside her, and still
retained an erection.
"Obviously, it isn't enough," said Lori. "Jean, get over
hear and fuck your father, so he can get you pregnant, just like
that girl on the TV."
HUH?!! My jaw gaped in amazement. I looked over, and sure
enough our two younger daughters had been watching with interest,
as I fucked their older sister. This wasn't the first time they
had watched, but it still surprised me that they never seem to be
shocked or offended by seeing their own father fucking their big
sister. In fact, they sometimes acted like they envied Keri for
being the first one to have sex.
My thoughts were interrupted by an eager, "OK Momma," before
Keri moved away, and was almost immediately replaced by her
little sister. I don't remember seeing her undress, but Jean was
naked as the day she was born, as she straddled me, and placed my
still cum-leaking prick right up against her unbelievably small
hole and sat down. I couldn't believe how eager she was. I had
really expected Jean to just "put up" with the necessity of being
fucked, not to act like she really liked it. Tears came to my
eyes at the thought that my little girl loved me enough to make
it easier for me, by pretending that she really liked the idea of
getting fucked, instead of scared to death like a child her age
must be. Jean's act was almost unbelievably real. If I tried, I
could almost convince myself that my little girl actually WANTED
to have sex with me.
"Please Daddy," she said, as she struggled to fit the
swollen head of my prick into her undersized hole. Jean rubbed
my slippery prick up and down, then sat down HARD, as the head
popped into her crack.
There was an "Ooh" followed by an "Aah" and then an "Ouch"
form both of us, as my prick sank into the little girl's body.
The "ouch" was caused by a momentary hesitation, before Jean's
hymen gave way, and all but the last inch of my prick slid home
in my 11-year-old little girl.
"Thanks Daddy," said Jean, "Now fuck me, and get me
pregnant, just like Momma says."
Oh GOD! I looked over at my wife, and Lori nodded. "Her
period was over a week ago, and we certainly didn't think she
needed to be on birth-control yet," she confirmed.
Oh Jeesh! Not two minutes with my prick inside my 11-year-
old daughter's tight little slit, and I was almost ready to cum
again. Not even Keri had ever gotten me so horny so fast. I
guess partly it was her age. . . I mean, Eleven years old! but
more than even the sucking sensation of the sweetest tightest
little hole in the world sucking on my prick, it was the
knowledge that when I came, I would be quite likely be getting my
own daughter pregnant, that did it the most. I mean, there's
something INCREDIBLY sexy about breeding your own daughter.
11
And to know that the rest of my family was not only
watching, but encouraging me to knock the little girl up. . .
Well, what could I say?
"Oh Honey, fuck me," the voice on the screen said it for me.
"Daddy's going to squirt his sperm inside you, and get you
pregnant."
"Would you like that?" I whispered the words in my
daughter's ear, just as the man on the screen grunted them to HIS
daughter.
The man and girl had switched around so that he was on top
of her in "missionary" position, while she wrapped her legs
around her father and worked with him to force his thick cock up
inside her; sliding in and out of her, a good three inches at a
time.
"Uhuh!" moaned the little girl on the screen, while Jean
panted, "Please Daddy?" in my ear. I knew I wouldn't last long;
even though I had already blown my wad in her older sister not
five minutes before. "Please Daddy," repeated Jean, this time
echoing the plea of the little girl on the screen.
He did it. She did it. I did it. She did it.
The man on the screen moaned a long, loud, "Ooooooohhh!" and
pulled his cock out of the little girl. I was so disappointed,
MY cock started to wilt inside Jean.
Here I had thought he was really going to do it! Damn!
These damned fuck-flicks always cheated you; pulling out to show
you that the man cums, but never really squirting cum inside the
woman (or in this case, girl.) Still, at least THIS guy didn't
put his prick up on the girl's belly and waste it there; or worse
yet, interrupt the whole scene by moving around so she could suck
him off, like so many fuck flicks did.
I wondered just what it was about oral sex that so many
porno directors would interrupt an absolutely good bout of
vaginal sex (the proper kind) to have the man ejaculate in the
woman's mouth, instead of up her snatch where it belonged. Or at
LEAST, ON her snatch. No, most wasted it on the girl's tummy,
when they didn't have him cum in her mouth. Or worse yet, they'd
waste it all over the girl's butt.
"LOOK Daddy!" said Keri, who was still watching the flick,
bringing me back from my disgruntlement.
I snapped my eyes back to the screen. The man WASN'T
squirting in the little girl's mouth. He wasn't even wasting it
on her sexy little tummy. I watched as a second thick squirt of
white splattered against the little 10-year-old girl's slit;
making a gooey mess of her crack; just before the man pushed the
head of his prick up against his little girl, and slid his still-
squirting prick all the way home in the child's belly.
Oh my GOD! He was actually doing it. The man was actually
cumming inside his little girl, while thick dribbles of white goo
dripped obscenely down around his prick. After holding it inside
for a second, the man withdrew his prick, until the head was
resting just outside the slowly-closing hole, and he squirted yet
ANOTHER thick white jet of white-stuff right in the middle.
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Not a drop got out this time, as he pushed his prick home
again in his child's belly. A third time the man withdrew, and
this time he used his prick like a finger to push the drooling
gobs of sperm on the child's pouting vagina down towards her
hole, where he tried to push it in with the rest.
At last, the man slid his cock back inside the little girl
and rested. THIS time, since his prick wasn't so big any more,
the whole thing vanished up inside his daughter.
I had been so involved in watching the man impregnate the
little 10-year-old; imagining that it was ME squirting my sperm
in her tight little snatch, that I hadn't even noticed that I was
spewing MY sperm in MY little 11-year-old girl. Jean hadn't
missed it however.
"Oh Daddy," moaned Jean, "I feel that. Do it Daddy. Cum in
me, and knock me up, just like Momma. Oooh Daddy, I love you."
"I. . . Love. . . You. . . Too," I grunted, as I forced my
wilting prick as far up in my daughter as I could. It was SOOO
satisfying to feel that last greasy glob of sperm exit my prick
into my little girl's welcoming young womb.
As my prick slowly wilted in Jean, I could see the screen on
the TV blank, then display the message "One week later." I
grabbed the remote, and hurriedly stopped both master and slave,
while I sorted things out. If there was a tiny glitch in the
copy, it would hardly be noticed here, I figured.
"Oooh Daddy, Thank you," breathed Jean in my ear.
SHE was thanking ME? My God, I'd just taken my daughter's
virginity, and quite possibly knocked her up to boot, and she
THANKS me?
"Thank YOU Honey," I said, really meaning it.
That my daughter would pretend she liked having me fuck her,
just so that I wouldn't feel too guilty, made me realize just how
lucky I was to have a family like this. Still, I felt at little
guilty anyway. "Jean must be really hurting inside," I thought,
"even if she doesn't seem to show it." It was THEN, that my
little girl REALLY blew my mind.
"Daddy?" she asked, resting her head against my shoulder.
"Uhmn?" I responded, nuzzling her neck, glorying in the
smell of sweet fresh little girl and glorious long hair.
"Whatever she wants, to make up for this horrible thing I've just
done to her," I thought, "I'll do it. She deserves it."
"Daddy," repeated Jean, "could you promise me something?"
An occasional shudder still ran through her light little
body. I wondered what she was scared of. . . getting pregnant?
Even though her torn virginity must be hurting her, she didn't
seem to be as disgusted about the whole thing as you might
expect. In fact, she kept pushing down on me, keeping my
softened prick inside her as though she enjoyed having it there.
I was so grateful she didn't make me pull out immediately. It
was SO much more satisfying to let the last few drops of
incestuous sperm drip out inside her, rather than wasting it in
some unfeeling tissue-paper.
"Anything," I said, and meant it.
"If I don't get pregnant this time," she said, "promise me
you'll let me keep trying, until I do? Please Daddy?"
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Jean snuggled closer, as if she figured the extra body-
contact would help me make up my mind. "Please Daddy?" she
repeated.
I looked over at my wife, with my big prick still stuck up
in my little girl's belly.
Lori looked back at me and shrugged.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Keri with a big grin on
her face. Somehow I knew that SHE was hoping I said, "Yes,"
because if I promised this to her little sister, then I wouldn't
be able to refuse her when she asked me. My whole world was
turning upside-down, but there wasn't a chance in the world I
could say "No."
No matter HOW I looked at it, if BOTH girls were ASKING me
to get them pregnant, not just putting up with it for my sake,
then they must LIKE the idea. In fact, that meant that their
seeming to like getting fucked hadn't really been an act either.
Hoo Boy! I realized that I must somehow have corrupted my
daughters, to where they actually LIKED getting fucked by their
own father.
Still, maybe this would make it easier for them, if they
believed they liked it, rather than just pretending. "OK, I
guess," I said; then added at Jean's squeal of delight, "If your
mother doesn't mind, that is."
Both girls looked expectantly at Lori. I was suddenly aware
of a third interested gaze, an realized that Marsha was hanging
on every word as well.
At first, I was afraid that the little 6-year-old would want
me to get HER pregnant too, then remembered that I didn't have to
worry. Marsha was too young. In the first place, the youngest
girl we had yet seen on these tapes was over 4 years older than
she was, so I wouldn't be fucking her for a while. (I suddenly
shivered, as I remembered the opening lead-in cum-shot. Oh
Shit!)
Well, there was still the second-place. 6-year-old girls
just did NOT get pregnant. (Thank Goodness!) <Whew!>
"Oh wow! Thanks Momma!" The excited giggling and squeals
of delight of the children brought me back to the present. My
wife had obviously said, "Yes."
Oh shit. I hoped my insurance at work covered pregnant
daughters. I thought it did. I'd have to ask Joan, in the
morning.
Somehow we never got back to watching the rest of the video
that night.
Jean climbed off me; her little slit never seeming to want
to let go of my prick; clinging to it until the little girl
almost seemed to turn inside out, before letting go with a
distinct "Thop." Then a pinkish-red mixture of sperm and blood
landed in a messy pile of goo on my lap.
After we first got Jean cleaned up, (washed, bathed, but NOT
douched, [she wouldn't let us,]) the carpet and chair cleaned up,
and finally worked for almost half an hour trying to keep the
stains from setting in my pants, where most of the mess had
landed, we ate dinner.
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Partly overcooked, partly cold, but we were all too happy to
really care. (Well, Lori wasn't too happy; she had put a lot of
work into that supper, before it got ruined. Still, even she
thought it was worth the price.)
That night, I couldn't get to sleep. Lori and I had one of
the finest bouts of sex we'd had in years, but I just couldn't
seem to get off.
Only after she had come to her third screaming orgasm, did
my wife realize something was wrong. Usually feeling the woman I
love squeezing and clamping on my prick with her still
wonderfully tight vagina was MORE than enough to get me off.
Tonight, nothing. Even when I thought back to that wonderful
scene with my two little girls, or even the girl in the video
getting knocked up by her own father, I couldn't quite make it.
As I stroked in and out, I finally found myself thinking of
the little girl at the start of the video. Even the thought of
the little 4-year-old squirming around that big prick didn't do
it. It made me even harder than before, but still wasn't enough.
I figured I'd just have to go to bed horny. I couldn't just
keep on fucking Lori all night. She needed her sleep too.
"What's the matter dear?" asked Lori, "want me to go get one
of the girls?"
I did, but I didn't. I knew that either Keri or Jean would
welcome me in her bed, but didn't want to disturb them either.
Besides, once I got to thinking about that little 4-year-old
getting fucked, even my daughters didn't quite "hack it." (I
know, I know! I'm getting to be quite a pervert myself, but
that's just one of th hazards of being a postal-inspector.
Besides, it really HELPS being a pervert, if you work for the
government.)
I told Lori what I was thinking, and how I figured I'd just
have to break out the tape again, and jack off. Hopefully, when
I saw the whole sequence where the man sticks it in the little
girl, I would be able to cum myself.
Lori looked at me, then grinned. "Come here," she said.
Wondering what she was up to, I followed my wife down the
hall to where it became obvious where she was headed. Lori held
her finger to her lips, as I followed her into Marsha's bedroom.
"Surely she doesn't expect me to fuck Marsha!" I said to myself,
but kept my mouth shut as she requested.
Somehow it didn't seem as obscene as it would have earlier,
to fuck my own 6-year-old daughter, as it would have before
trying to get the two older girls pregnant that afternoon.
"She sleeps like a rock," observed Lori, carefully folding
the covers back to expose our sleeping daughter's nude body.
"See," she grunted, as she pulled Marsha's cute little ass
over to the edge of the bed. Marsha's quiet breathing only
skipped a beat, and she snuggled her head back into her pillow.
"Now do it," said Lori.
"Huh?" I said. Lori didn't really expect me to fuck our 6-
year-old daughter did she? Especially not for the first time,
while the little girl was still asleep. Well, not quite.
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"Don't be silly," hissed Lori. It seemed she wanted our
daughter to be awake for her first fuck also. "Just jack off in
her. It won't hurt her, and it'll probably be a lot more
exciting to cum in a little girl, than to just watch someone else
do it."
Lori was right. It WAS a lot more exciting. Knowing Marsha
wouldn't object, even if I DID fuck her, eased my conscience, as
I swabbed my leaking prick up and down my six-year-old daughter's
tight little slit, and slipped the head inside her. (Actually, I
swabbed it side to side, but that's being picky.)
Feeling the head of my prick pop inside her almost made the
little girl wake up. She peered blearily at her mother and said,
Momma?"
"Shhhh. Go back to sleep dear," said Lori soothingly.
"it's just your father getting you pregnant, like your big
sisters are."
"Yes Momma," said Marsha, snuggling her head back into the
pillow, but pushing her hips closer to me. Her sleepy mind
seemed to want to do three things at once:
Go back to sleep.
Make it easier for me to fuck her.
Get pregnant, just like she figured her older sisters were.
I only had the head of my prick inside my little girl, while
I felt the membrane of her hymen rubbing against the head of my
prick, but it was too erotic. Lori hadn't been able to get me
off with over 45 minutes of enthusiastic screwing, but my six-
year-old daughter did it with only two inches of her tight little
vagina. I did it. I squirted spurt after thick sticky spurt of
cum inside my little girl, while my wife silently cheered me on.
Somehow I knew that Lori was actually HOPING that I got the
little girl pregnant, even if she was only 6 years old. As I
felt my seed flowing into my child's womb in squirt after
satisfying squirt of incestuous cum I knew I had plumbed the
depths of depravity, because I did too. I actually hoped that I
was getting my own daughter pregnant, and she was barely starting
the first grade. God! Would THAT ever be sexy, seeing a child
that young with a big belly. It might be impossible, but I could
still hope.
Finally my vigorous squirts died into just dribbles of cum
leaking into the little girl's slit. Then my prick wilted so it
finally slipped out. I found that I was trembling like a leaf
from the strain of NOT thrusting in and out, and taking the
little girl's virginity.
I looked down. Hardly a drop of cum oozed out. Marsha's
little hole was so tight that almost all of my cum was trapped
inside the child's vagina without even needing a tissue to stop
it from leaking out.
Marsha stirred. "Thanks Daddy," she said, as she snuggled
into the bedding. This time, her cute little butt withdrew from
the edge of the bed. Now that she had her father's seed warming
her vagina, the little girl really WAS trying to get back to
sleep. She HAD been awake, after all.
Lori and I both kissed Marsha good-night, but she was
already asleep; with her own father's fresh seed warming her cute
little tummy. We turned out the light, and left.
16
The next day at work was a madhouse. I had almost 150
suspicious packages to check out before lunch. Not one of them
turned out to contain kiddie-porn, though one of them DID have a
collection of nudist magazines with several pre-teen girls in
them. We knew better than to even try getting a conviction for
these, so we just put both sender and recipient on our list of
potential prospects for a future kiddie-porn sting. We were too
busy to add them to the present group. Still, we would get them
one way or the other. I mean. . . Sending pictures of naked
little girls through the mail? They HAD to be perverts.
Well, a few judicious ads for pictures of "young sexy girls"
and I was sure we could get these creeps to place an order. We'd
have to be careful though which judge we got. The last one had
thrown out the case on the grounds that the ad description wasn't
specific enough for the customer to know he was ordering child-
porn. He hadn't even LOOKED at the disgusting pile of photo's we
sent the guy. I mean, didn't he KNOW that the words "young sexy
girls" meant child-porn, just like "family photos" meant incest
pictures? I couldn't believe that a judge could be so ignorant.
Well, next time we'd try the case in a different
jurisdiction, where hopefully the judge would look at the stack
of pictures of little girls having sex, and be properly angry at
the guy for having them; instead of worrying about the finer
details about how he got them.
It's a shame you can't just send one of these creeps a
package, and then bust them for having contraband, like the
customs people do. Nowadays, the guy has to ORDER the stuff, (or
MUCH better yet, send it to you.) before the courts will even
look at it. That's why I'm so busy.
It takes so much effort to tease these guys along until they
break down and order something from you. Then to have the judge
throw the whole case out, just because the ad wasn't phrased
right, is totally unfair! I mean, if we placed an ad (Actually,
we did once.) saying "pre-teenaged girls having sex" then only an
idiot wouldn't suspect that it was a sting operation. (Still,
you know what? Two guys actually DID answer that ad.)
So most of my time was spent trying to get these guys to
order child-porn with such phrases as, "young sexy girls" and
"sweet young girls want to play" and "sexy girls for the pleasure
of the older man". Even these didn't seem to bring as many
orders as they used to, as the pedophiles seemed to be getting
more suspicious.
In the afternoon, there was one bright spot. One of our
"targets" had actually sent us a whole package of REAL child-
porn. There were copies of magazines I hadn't seen in years;
like "KINDERSEX" and "Lewd Lolitas" showing children involved in
more sexual activities than you would believe. Children with
children. Children with adults. Children alone. Even children
with animals. The color-copier got a thorough work-out, as those
of us in the department made sure there were enough copies that
the "evidence" didn't get lost.
17
My position right under Joan (big giggle here) allowed me to
end up with two of the originals of "KINDERSEX" to check out that
night, and the one new magazine of the whole bunch: "Loving
Families" where incest seemed to be the word of the day, with
children as young as six or seven fucking their own relatives. I
mean, how sick can you get?
Sadly, not even the address of the magazine was any help, as
it was from a country where we don't have extradition rights. As
for the package itself, we weren't able to trace it back far
enough. It had been sent to one of our agents (Mark, actually)
by a guy on the internet, that we hadn't been able to trace yet
either.
Still, this was a pretty good start. They guy had sent this
incredible stack that would keep us in stuff to send out for the
next six months, in pre-payment (or exchange, as it were) for a
film that Mark had been teasing the guy with. He sent us the
hard-core porn, and we send him the flick.
Well, things hadn't worked out the way we planned. He sent
us the stuff he promised, but we weren't able to trace it like we
had expected to. So now we were going to have to try something
different. When we sent him the movie, hopefully we'd be able to
trace him that way. If not, then we could probably talk the guy
into sending us more child-porn, in exchange for more of his
stuff.
There was one trouble with this scenario. The film didn't
exist. (I know, I know, you say that films of ALL types of
perversions exist somewhere. Well not this kind.) What Mark had
promised the guy, was really an "urban legend". To get the guy
to send us all this stuff, Mark had promise HIM a film in
return. . . A "snuff" film. Not only that, but the victim was
supposed to be a young girls. . . A VERY young girl; killed right
in front of her own mother.
The trouble was, it didn't exist. After years of looking,
even the FBI hadn't been able to find any, and THEY have almost
as big a collection of porn and child-porn as we do.
Somehow, the studio would have to come up with something in
the next three days or so, or we'd lose this guy. The thought
was enough to gag you.
I mean ALL the guys in our department love little girls.
Because of our jobs, some of us are even forced to have sex with
them. The thought of HURTING one was enough to put the whole
department in a blue-funk. Still, Mark told us he had an idea,
and we were going to try working on it tomorrow.
Seeing the low morale, Joan told us to take the rest of the
day off. After all, we worked for the government. It wasn't as
though we had to put in a full-day's work every day, like those
people in the private sector usually did.
I like working for the Post Office.
When I got home, The girls descended with cries of glee,
once they saw the magazines I had brought. For the next half-
hour we all looked over the pictures of children having sex,
until Lori reminded me that we hadn't finished watching the tape
from the night before; and shouldn't I finish ONE project, before
starting a new one? So we did.
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This time, it was Jean who sat down on my prick, when the
movie started. Lori said I should start with Jean, because she
was the only one who might get pregnant. It would be a week or
two, before Keri was off the pill long enough, so Jean should
have first "shot" since this was the best time of month for her.
I almost came in her before I was bottomed out at the very
thought. Luckily, I managed to hold out, so I could enjoy a nice
long fuck with my little girl, while we watched the movie.
"One week later." said the screen; then dissolved into a
shot of a little girl madly rising and falling on her father's
prick; as he pumped it like a piston into his child's belly.
"Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," chanted the little 10-year-old, as
she worked herself off. Suddenly the child froze; clutching her
barely budding young breasts, as she jammed her immature young
body down on her father's lap, and shuddered violently. It
couldn't be. Girls that young just DIDN'T have orgasms. That
was just a myth spread by child-molesting pedophiles.
Still, if you didn't know better, you would swear that the
little girl was doing just that. WHAT an actor! I mean, most
girls her age didn't even know what an orgasm WAS, let alone
being able to fake one. Heck, most grown women wouldn't be able
to fake an orgasm as realistically as that little girl did. I
almost came in Jean, at the very thought of a little girl getting
off.
Actually, Jean was getting to be a pretty good actor
herself. My daughter was rising and falling on MY prick, while
her tight little cunny squeezed and clamped on it like a milking
machine. I had to remember to thank Lori for teaching our
daughter so well. I could barely believe that my wife had taught
our little girl how to emulate a woman having an orgasm in such a
little time. Still, Jean's rising pants, and squeezing snatch
were unbelievably realistic. I told my wife this.
"Huh?" Said Lori, staring at me.
I decided to explain later, as the scene on the TV (and on
my lap) was getting too good to miss. Jean had turned around to
face me; her warm little titties poking holes in my shirt, while
she worked faster and faster with her hips.
The little girl's head was resting on my shoulder, and her
breath was coming in short pants. Just the smell alone of pretty
girl, and feel of bare-skin and long brown hair was enough to
make you want to cum in her.
The feel of her tight little pussy clamping and squeezing my
prick was incredible.
I looked back at the screen in time to see the little girl
rise one last time; showing her bare pussy hovering over her
father's prick just before a white jet splattered UP against her
loins. Hurriedly, the child grabbed her father's squirting
prick, and sheathed it inside herself, as she sat down with a
sigh. Little jerks of the child's hips, as her father pressed
his spewing cock as far as he could up inside his little girl,
showed that the child was still trying to act like a woman
shuddering through the final phases of her orgasm. It was
incredibly convincing.
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Finally the two incestuous lovers slowed, as the little girl
sat slowly stirring her hips around in circles; stirring her
father's prick inside her like a spoon in a pot.
I was vaguely aware that I had already squirted a little of
MY seed in Jean, while watching this incredible scene, but hadn't
really "cum" yet. Thank goodness. The strain of faking an
orgasm must have gotten to my daughter as well, as she slumped
against me with her bare pussy lips resting against my pubic
hair. Somehow Jean had taken ALL of my prick up inside her,
while we were watching the screen.
So had the girl on the screen, for that matter. This time I
remembered she hadn't had any trouble taking all of that enormous
member inside her.
"Daddy?" said the child on the screen; relaxing into her
father's embrace.
"Yes Hon?" The man seemed to be out of breath too. And no
wonder, after that incredibly sexy scene.
"I missed my period today."
"Oh Honey! Are you sure?" The man's groan mixed in with
mine, as I sent bolt after bolt of rich creamy seed into my
daughter's womb at the very thought. "Aouuuhhh!" I groaned;
jamming my squirting prick as far up inside my little girl's
welcoming young body as I could.
"Uhuh. Look," replied the child, as she held up a white
paper strip. "See," she said, "a brown ring. Momma says you
probably knocked me up, the first time we tried. Isn't that
sexy?"
20
The story stopped here, for reasons detailed below. There
was however, this addendum to "The Inspector" about insurance:
"I checked," said Joan, "you're covered."
"Huh?" I said. In the rush of early-morning business, I had
forgotten asking my boss anything specific.
"I said, 'You're covered,'" replied Joan. "or at least your
kid is."
I started to remember I'd asked my boss about coverage for
the girls' pregnancies.
"As long as the baby is yours, our insurance covers it," she
explained.
"You don't mean . . . ?" I prompted.
"Uhuh. As long as you're the biological father, both mother
and child are covered through pregnancy. Because of the unusual
'situation' around here, the normal clause of the woman being the
insured or spouse of the insured was removed. You could have a
whole stable of mistresses getting pregnant, and the insurance
will cover the pregnancy of the woman, and the children
afterwards, whether dependents of yours or not. If you got your
little girl pregnant, then both she and the child are covered.
If later, you got THAT child pregnant, then they'd both be
covered too . . . as long as you're the biological father of the
babies, the insurance doesn't care if you're the husband of the
mother, her father, grandfather, or even great-grandfather.
However, if your daughter gets pregnant by anybody else, even her
own brother, that's not an employee of the Postal Service, then
the baby isn't covered. Your daughter still is, as long as she's
your dependent, but not their child, understand?"
"Oh." I mulled on this. The implications were almost
staggering. "Any child?" I asked, to be sure.
"As long as you're the biological father of the baby, then
both mother and child are covered. Say for example, that little
girl in the movie came over and sat on your lap, and you
accidentally knocked her up. Just ignoring the fact that she's
already the dependent of a Postal-Service employee, your coverage
would be extended to cover both her and the child you both
had . . . with the child remaining covered as long as you
remained either an employee, or in the pension-plan after
retirement.
Knowing the situation here, our lawyers insisted on this
when we made our last contract with the insurance company. So,
as long as it's within the Postal Service, all babies, in and/or
out of wedlock are covered. We don't want employees worrying
about accidentally knocking someone up, and it not being covered.
Oh . . . this only covers people in this department or the
associated production department (it was they who insisted on
it). It doesn't apply to Postal workers in general. The company
accepted the slight modification in the language for this
department without raising the rates . . . Otherwise, we would
have gone somewhere else to for the insurance; and the Postal
Service is a BIG account, while our department is only a tiny
part of the budget.
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Their lawyers hardly blinked at the slight change in
language. Still, I don't think even they thought of it applying
to a man getting his own daughters, granddaughters, and great-
granddaughters pregnant, but it does. Even if you go to prison,
the coverage continues. Only by resigning do you give it
up . . . we want to keep our employees here."
"Oh," I said. Well, what else COULD I say? Joan had
certainly answered my question. It seems I could get my
daughters pregnant, and their daughters pregnant, and our
daughters' daughters' daughters pregnant with my kids; and as
long as *I* did it, or one of the other guys in the department
did it, then the girls would be covered. What a relief.
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That was all I ever wrote of the story. Why quit, just when
the story was getting good? Well, because it became all too
clear where the story was heading, and I just couldn't stand to
write it.
It seems the "pervert" the guys were trying to catch wanted
something "very special" in exchange for his next delivery.
Something that didn't exist: A "snuff" film. Preferably a snuff
film involving little kids.
So, (like the earlier film they faked) the Department set up
to do a very realistic and brutal portrayal of a little girl
being fucked literally to death. The "daughter" of the little
girl in the earlier film was to play the part of the young
daughter of two parents who owed the Mob some money ... so the
guys took the "value" of the money owed out on their little girl.
The picture ends with the 4-year-old dead on the floor, her
abused little body attracting flies. (Blue dye on the lips, and
a tiny bit of honey smeared around her face made a realistic-
looking "dead body".) The parents were left with holes leaking
brains from their heads, so they couldn't identify their
assailants, while the "snuff film" was supposedly going to be
used to convince OTHER parents to pay-up, or something similar
could happen to them and THEIR kids. Of course, it was all fake,
but VERY realistic-looking when properly cut.
Just before the filming, "The Inspector" actually got to
fuck the little girl, before she "ended up dead" in the film. He
actually cried a little; being caught up in the film, at the
terrible waste of such a lovely young child. (Until the kid gave
him a wink, when she was supposedly "dead".)
The next day, he ended up "babysitting" both girls, while
their father went on a raid ... and THAT is why I couldn't finish
the story.
For it seems the "pervert" that they were trying to catch,
was just an FBI agent (actually, a whole department) trying to
catch THEM. In the confusion and resulting shootout, an FBI
agent and two of the man's fellow inspectors ended up dead. ONE
of the men was the father of the two little girls.
At THAT point, I just couldn't finish writing the story.
What was SUPPOSED to be a fun story just got too sad; and I
didn't have the heart to finish it. And (like most of my
stories) once I KNEW where the story was going, it was too late.
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That WAS the story, and I couldn't change it any more than I
could change a newscast once I had heard it (political returns
from Florida to the contrary).
Each time I TRIED to sit down and finish the story (with
some REALLY hot scenes in there, and some cute and cuddly ones
too) I just couldn't get past seeing what was coming, and it
bothering me too much to continue.
But the STORY still captured my heart and imagination. I
imagine it might do the same for other readers too. So ... in
spite of my normal objective to not post incomplete stories, I DO
occasionally make exceptions. In this case (as in most) because
I KNOW I'm never going to complete the story, after years of
trying, and yet the story (I feel) being too good as it sits to
keep to myself.
Sorry. I apologize for not having the guts to finish this
one ... But I like NICE stories about little girls having fun ...
not cute little girls sobbing and weeping from the death of a
loved and loving parent. Even The Inspector, though he ended up
adopting both girls; treating them EXACTLY like he treated his
own kids; would have been happier if his two "new" children had
been able to once-again know the true love of their real father,
like they had grown used to.
And THAT was the way the story would have ended.
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