                          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.


































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     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.







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     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.


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     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."




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     "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.




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     "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?"




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     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.





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     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.




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     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.




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     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.





                                12


     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?"



                                13


     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.




                                14


     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.





                                15


     "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.


                                18


     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.



                                19


     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.

           ==========================================

     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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