                           Police Stop
                         An Erotic Story

     Alabama State Police
     Alabama, USA
     (Sorry, I don't know the Zip-Code.)

Gentlemen,
     Normally, I'm not one to write police, either to complain or 
praise; but sometimes what officers do is so far beyond the 
normal "call of duty" that one feels impelled to write to the 
responsible authorities.  This is such a case.
     My two children and I, (Misty, who was 10, and Selene who 
was 7) were driving back from Burmingham last August, on a very 
hot night, after visiting their father who was temporarily 
working in your fine city for several months.  We couldn't all 
afford to stay in the Big City; so every two weeks or so we'd all 
pack up in the car, go visit Daddy on the weekend, and head back 
Sunday night.  It would be quite cramped in his tiny apartment, 
so we'd tend to sleep in the afternoon (with the air-conditioning 
on) and I'd drive home in the cool of night.  Sometimes the kids 
would nap on the way home, and sometimes they'd be awake, 
watching what little there was to see in the darkness.  Sometimes 
they got a little bored, but managed to occupy themselves with 
quiet games in the back seat, while I kept the cooler up front.
     The car we have is several years old; but my husband and I 
TRY to keep brakes, engine, and lights and things working 
properly.  It's expenses like that though, that made working two 
states away for several months worth the extra effort; when he 
could make almost three times the local salary, even if it was 
only a temporary job.
     Being occupied driving, I hadn't noticed what my two little 
angels were doing in the back seat.  While we don't mind a little 
sex-play, I would have stopped what was going on back there, if I 
had noticed the two little scamps had removed seat-belts to get 
closer together.  We (and they) know better than that.
     Like I say, I was somewhat preoccupied myself; remembering 
the fun my husband and I had that evening, while the two kids 
were napping on the couch.  At least I had assumed they were 
napping.  Now, I'm not so sure.
     So, it was a little shock when I suddenly realized a police 
car was following me rather closely in the darkness.  Of course, 
my FIRST startled look was at my speedometer, which (thankfully) 
was hovering just a mile or two above the posted speed-limit.  
Sometimes cops WILL follow you for a bit, if you are close; so I 
expected this one to stay behind me for a mile or two, or pull 
around me and continue on, once it was apparent I wasn't doing 
anything illegal.
     To my dismay, I saw flashing lights come on behind me, with 
a distinct red beacon asking me to stop.  We don't have air-
conditioning in the car, so I took a hurried glance behind me at 
the two kids, to make sure they weren't repeating the "fun" of 
letting strips of tissue paper whip out the window in the breeze 
of driving ... that had gotten me a warning a few months earlier 
about littering.



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     Thankfully, the kids had taken *my* warnings about what 
would happen on a repeat of that matter seriously.
     By this time I was almost stopped and pulled over by the 
side of the road ... the police sedan and me being the only cars 
on the two-lane road for what seemed like a hundred miles; but 
probably far less.  Spotting a very small roadside-rest-area, 
barely more than a table, a trash-can, and a few trees between 
the gravel stop and the highway, I pulled into it to stay out of 
the (almost nonexistent) traffic.  The police car pulled in 
behind me, and shut of his more obnoxious lights.
     "Damn," I thought to myself, wondering what I had done.  I 
soon found out it wasn't me, but those two little scamps in the 
back seat.
     "Good evening, Miss," announced the handsome officer.  His 
dark face, shadowed by even darker glasses was almost impossible 
to make out in the night.  "Could I see your driver's license, 
please?"  A generous nose and pearly-white teeth spread in a grin 
helped ease the tension a little.
     Hurriedly, I fumbled in my purse for the precious document; 
worried that when he found out we were from out-of-state he might 
do like some police I'd heard of, and use the fact that we were 
"foreigners" to stick us with some kind of expensive ticket.  My 
profound apologies to the man for even thinking such a thing.
     "What's the matter officer," I asked; finally managing to 
extract the laminated pasteboard.  "I wasn't speeding, was I?" I 
asked, a little guiltily.  I (after all) hadn't been paying THAT 
much attention before I noticed the sedan behind me.
     "No Ma'am," he replied with a grin.  "You were doing just 
fine at 55," he reassured me ... with a wink that let me know he 
realized I *had* been going probably 57 or even 58.  But cops 
will rarely pull you over for THAT ... unless you've been doing 
something particularly egregious.  (As you can tell, I read a 
lot ... what little I can find at the local library.  My teacher 
in HS always saying I had a large vocabulary.  I used to win at 
spelling-bees all the time.)
     Instead of feeling relieved, I actually was now more 
worried.  What WAS I doing to make him pull me over in the middle 
of the night?  (Or was it just an out-of-state license on a 
lonely road?)
     "Oh, it's not YOU, Miss," he replied; giving me an 
appreciative look; lingering a little longer than necessary on 
the small bulge that announced the prospect of a little brother 
or sister for the two kids in the back seat.  "You're definitely 
FINE," he added, with a wink.
     I flushed like an embarrassed schoolgirl at the handsome 
cop's compliments.  Damn, I felt myself getting all damp between 
the legs, even after that wonderful session with my husband, not 
two hours earlier.
     "Then, wha ...?"  I turned myself around to stare into the 
back seat, where two flushed little girls were panting and almost 
ignoring the presence of the police, as they worked, fingers in 
holes, to help each other have fun.
     "I'm afraid your two daughters don't have seat-belts on," he 
explained.  "And it's my duty to see to it that children aren't 
abused or neglected."



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     "Oh no!" I protested weakly.  "The two scamps must have 
removed them to ... to ...."  I blushed hotly at describing what 
my two little darlings had been doing.
     "I understand," he nodded in comprehension.  "I have kids 
too."  Then, obviously screwing up his determination, he added, 
"But that doesn't excuse things.  In fact, it might possibly be 
even further evidence of parental abuse or neglect.  I'm afraid I 
might have to bring you all in, and have Social Services look at 
this."
     "Abuse?" I wailed.  "Neglect?"  The mere thought of even 
possibly neglecting some of my child's needs was enough to make 
me almost cry.  "But I haven't ...."  My voice trailed off, in 
wondering what I might have forgotten to do, that the policeman 
had noticed.  "I TRY," I almost wept.
     "I'm sure you do," soothed the big man.  "It wasn't you I 
was talking about.  It's your husband.  Two fine young girls like 
that, especially the older one, shouldn't be neglected by their 
fathers."
     "But ... but ... but we TRY," I cried; wondering how the man 
KNEW how little the girls had been seeing of their father.  "It's 
just that we can't afford to see him more often."
     "But that still doesn't excuse neglecting them when you DO 
visit," he replied; obviously picking up on the fact that I WAS 
trying to get the girls as much paternal company as possible.
     "Huh?" I asked.
     "The older girl ... What's your name, Honey?" he asked 
sympathetically, shining his light on the child, but not into her 
eyes to blind her.
     "Misty," she replied; now pulling her short little dress 
down to cover up the bare little cunny that up to then had been 
so blatantly exposed to his view.
     "And you're HOW old?" he asked.
     Misty ducked her head in embarrassment; but shyly replied, 
"Ten ... But I'm almost eleven!"  A rather large exaggeration, as 
her birthday had been only three months earlier.
     "And she's obviously reached puberty, hasn't she?" he added.
     At my openmouthed astonishment (HOW had he known!?) he 
turned again to Misty, and asked, "When was your last period, 
Child?"
     Misty looked at me for confirmation, and again colored with 
embarrassment when she replied, "A little over two weeks ago ... 
I think."
     "See what I mean?" said the cop.  "Did your father fuck you 
two girls before you left tonight?"
     I opened my mouth to object, while the two girls silently 
shook their heads in negation.
     "See what I mean?" the man asked.
     I was too astonished to know what he was even talking about.
     "Two cute little girls like that should NEVER have to resort 
to 'doing themselves' in the back seat, especially just after 
visiting their father," He explained.  "Oh, I understand how kids 
are, especially once they reach puberty ... and a little 'fun' 
with each other can be OK, I guess.  But I'm obviously going to 
have to check this out a little further.  Since neither child has 
her father's sperm inside her, I'm going to have to call this one 
in."


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     I stared in amazement as the man left the car, and went back 
to the police-cruiser with only parking-lights showing now.  It 
took several minutes, as he switched on an interior light, 
fumbled with papers, picked up a microphone, and did all the 
usual "cop" things that police do, when checking out stopped 
people.  I presume he checked my driver's license, the car 
license, and all the usual things, besides asking for advice on 
the pullover.
     "Here's your license," he replied; handing me back the card.  
"I called in, and they suggested I give a 'field pregnancy test', 
to see if we could avoid having to haul the whole family in, in 
the middle of the night."
     "Pregnancy test?" I asked.
     "It's like a field-sobriety-test," he explained.  "Since 
your older girl is over puberty, then if she was pregnant it 
would be obvious that her father has NOT been neglecting her 
sexually, and we could just let this matter drop."
     "But Uh ... I'm not sure ...," I objected.
     "Don't worry," he soothed.  "It's quite painless.  I've just 
got to collect a little urine on a stick here; and then it only 
takes a few seconds.  Misty ... Could you step out here, by the 
side of the road?"
     I was too astounded to do more than nod as the older girl 
followed the man's instructions.
     "Now lift your dress, and face the light," he instructed.  
"I have to be sure that it's YOUR sample I take, and not your 
mother's."
     Misty looked at me again for confirmation; then obediently 
lifted her short little dress until she was naked from her navel 
to her sandals.
     "Now if you'd just urinate ... pee, on this stick," the cop 
prompted.
     After yet another look at me, Misty squinted her eyes and 
finally managed to gush quite a stream; wetting the policeman's 
hands, the stick, and a fair amount of the roadside.  No wonder 
the little darling had been getting horny in the back seat, with 
that amount of fluid pressing on her bladder.  Again I felt 
guilty for neglecting my child's obvious needs.
     The man didn't seem to mind having a pretty girl water his 
hand; just wiping up with a tissue he had handy, then putting the 
stick into some kind of holder.
     "Now what?" I asked.
     "Now we wait about two minutes," he replied.  "These field 
pregnancy tests aren't as quick as some of the new 'instant' 
pregnancy tests, but they're more accurate.  If the child passes, 
then it will be obvious that she's not being neglected.  If, on 
the other hand, she's NOT pregnant, then I'm going to have to 
take you all in for at least tonight, until Child Protective 
Services has a chance to evaluate whether your children are 
getting all the sex they need."
     'Sex they need?'  I hadn't even realized that people 
realized how much children needed sex these days.  I could 
remember MY horny days as a youth; and thought that being brought 
up frustrated and horny was just something a little girl was 
expected to put up with.  Obviously people are much more 
enlightened these days.


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     However, NOW I was really worried.  I was almost positive 
that George had NOT been molesting the little girls like they 
needed ... and almost certainly had not been fucking either of 
them ... even Misty, who obviously needed her father's sperm in 
her tummy the most.  The chances the child was pregnant by her 
own father was slim, to say the least!  I was going to have some 
VERY choice words with my husband about neglecting the girls, 
when he got back from his job in Birmingham.
     "I'm sorry," announced the policeman; showing me a straight 
line on the swab he extracted from the holder; pointing out how 
it would be a plus '+' sign, if positive; and confirming both his 
and my suspicions about Misty's non-pregnancy.  "It's negative.  
She's not pregnant.  You'll all have to follow me down to the 
police station."
     "Oh no!"  I had sudden fears of being held in cells, the 
kids being separated from me, and us not getting them back until 
weeks or months later after "proving" we did love the kids after 
all.  Or (horrors!) maybe *never* getting them back if CPS 
somehow decided we weren't seeing to it that the little angels 
got all the sex they deserved.  "Please?" I begged.  "Isn't there 
ANYTHING we can do?"
     "Well ...."  The cop seemed to think desperately for a 
moment or two.  I guess he didn't want to break up an obviously 
happy family any more than we wanted to go to jail.  "If you 
could go back to your husband (You DID say he was back in 
Birmingham?) and get him to take care of at LEAST the older girl 
here for tonight, then maybe we could kind of not take notice, 
since she would obviously have been taken care of."
     I thought about it.  Well over 80 miles back; and we'd be 
getting there about ... Shit.
     I shook my head.  "George would probably be getting up to go 
to work by then," I explained.  "He just wouldn't have TIME.  
Besides, it would probably take me an hour or two, just to 
explain to him what Misty needed."  I was about to cry.
     "Gee, I'm sorry, Miss," the cop commiserated with me.  "I 
don't see what else I can do, but take you in."
     "Isn't there ANYTHING you can do?" I begged.  "Don't you 
have kids of your own?  How would THEY feel if this happened to 
them?"  Both Misty and Selene were looking wide-eyed with fright 
at the thought of being separated, even if only for a night.
     "Yeah, I DO have kids of my own ... Two lovely girls," he 
responded.  "But I don't neglect ...."  His voice trailed off.  
"Wait here," he ordered sharply.
     I wasn't going nowhere.  No way would this ancient heap 
outrun a modern police cruiser.
     The officer returned to his car, did more things with the 
radio, checked more papers, fiddled around a bit, then finally 
returned.
     "I checked," he finally got out.  "It's not normal policy; 
but there *is* a way out of this mess, without you folks spending 
the night in jail.  I didn't want to even suggest it; but since 
you asked ...."
     By now I was ready to beg.  "What?" I almost pleaded.
     "Well ...."  The big cop almost stammered in embarrassment.  
"If I .... Uh ... If your little girl had ... Shit, I can't say 
it."


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     I figured it out.  "You mean, if you fucked Misty, and she 
had your cum in her, then she obviously wouldn't be 'sexually 
neglected'," I finished for him.
     "Uh ... Yeah," he agreed; seeming to wilt at the thought.  
"But I couldn't do that.  Maybe we can get your husband over to 
the police-station in the morning; and then HE could do the job 
properly, where everybody could see and witness it."
     I thought about my husband missing even a day of work ... It 
might be enough to get him fired two weeks before the job was 
done.  Especially if anybody learned it was for neglecting his 
own daughters like that.
     "Please?" I asked.  "Girls?"
     "Please, Mister?" asked Selene; tuning those innocently 
beseeching eyes that only 7-year-old little girls have on the big 
man.  "Misty really needs it."
     Misty just looked up at the big trooper and nodded.
     "Please?"
     The man sighed, and then finally decided.  "Well, OK, if you 
insist," he capitulated.  "But don't tell anybody I did this, OK?  
We're not supposed to help some people out, but not others."
     "Please?"  Misty finally found her voice too.
     "Get your cute little ass up there on the trunk," he 
instructed her, after moving the lights of his car so they 
illuminated only the rear end.  "Now lift your legs, and let me 
in," he prompted.
     Selene whimpered in sexual frustration beside him.
     "Oh, OK, kid," he acquiesced.  "Get up here alongside your 
big sister, and play with yourself, while I give your sister what 
she needs."
     Obediently the two youngsters arranged themselves side-by-
side on the trunk of the car, while I watched the big trooper 
pull down his pants and approach my little 10-year-old with his 
swollen prick.  While not quite as big around as my husband's 
penis, the engorged member was slightly longer ... and obviously 
a decent-sized prick for any little girl to enjoy in her tight 
little twat.
     The cop swabbed his pre-cum-leaking prick up and down my 
little girl's tight little slit; then slowly began inching his 
swollen cock into my daughter's body.  Such an erotic, loving, 
and beautiful sight you never saw!
     The contrast of the man's penis stretching the almost stark-
white cunny of my daughter's quietly accepting young vagina, as 
it slowly worked inch by thick inch into the child's belly, was 
an incredibly beautiful study in contrasts, in the start black-
and-white illumination from the idling cruiser.
     "Oh Momma, he's ... Oh, oh, oh!" whimpered Misty, as the 
last inch of police-prick vanished into her body, and the heavy 
fur of the man's pubic area met the bare swollen cunny lips of my 
daughter's straining young vagina.  The policeman had buried his 
cock all the way up in the child's vagina, and would shortly be 
filling the little girl's womb with jet after thick white jet of 
his potent sperm.






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     The thought of how the man's thick cylinder was pulsing in 
the pink wet heat of the child's tunnel; about to pump thick 
white gobs of baby-making seed at the little girl's waiting 
uterus, which would then dip down into the obscene white pool of 
goo and suck it into my daughter's waiting womb, was almost pass-
out painful in it's erotic intensity.  I knew Misty was enjoying 
feeling the man's prick swelling inside her tight little hole ... 
almost as much as I was at seeing her cunny stretch around the 
invading member, and her tummy bulge with each heavy thrust the 
big cop made inside her body.
     "Push back at him, Honey," I instructed Misty.  "You want to 
make it feel good for the policeman,  when he slides inside you, 
too."
     "Yes, Momma," she replied; tentatively moving her hips in 
counterpoint to the increasingly urgent shoves of the big 
trooper.  "I'm trying.  It just feels so good I ... I ... Ieeee."
     I saw Misty's eyes roll back, her legs twitch, and her body 
start flopping almost uncontrollably, while her belly rippled and 
tight little cunny squeezed in frantic orgasm around the thick 
member filling her spasming sex so nicely.  Misty always does get 
off easily.
     How the man managed to hold out against the little pre-
teen's frantic squeezing and clamping on his prick, I'll never 
know.  Is it something they teach in Police Academy, to not fill 
a child's tummy with your seed until the little girl gets off 
around your engorged prick, so your sperm will have a better 
chance of getting into her open and ready womb?
     It was only AFTER Misty was lying there, panting and flushed 
with sexual release; her body limp and exhausted; with the police 
man's grip the only thing keeping the child from falling off the 
rear of the car, that he finally began shoving harder into the 
little girl as he approached a climax of his own.
     All the while, Selene sat watching the fucking duo beside 
her; her own rising climax subordinated to that of her sister and 
the big man sliding in and out of the older girl.  The child's 
right hand was busy twirling at her leaking and puffy slit, while 
the other clutched at the car to keep from falling off.
     "Oh," groaned the big man.  "Here it comes," he announced.  
"I'm going to put my baby-stuff in you," he told her.  "Tell me 
you want it."
     No way was Misty going to miss out on THIS.  After all, 
wasn't that the entire idea of having sex with the policeman?  To 
have the man's thick semen filled with seed in her tiny little 
womb?  "Please?" she whimpered.  "Please put your stuff in me.  I 
want to feel it."
     "You want my baby in your tummy?" He prompted.
     "Uhuh," she responded with another whimper.  "Please?"
     That was obviously way too much for the big cop.  "Oh, Oh, 
OH!" he groaned; while shoving his thick prick to the root in the 
child's belly.  I watched as the big man jerked himself to 
completion in my little girl; filling the child's loins with 
millions of his tiny black wrigglers, each searching for an egg 
to fertilize and grow into a baby in my daughter's cute little 
belly.




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     Selene's actions grew more frantic, while watching the 
trooper impregnate her big sister.   "Oh, OH!" she moaned in 
sympathy.
     "Quick, spread YOUR legs," the cop commanded, as he emptied 
his prostate into the older girl's body.
     Obediently, Selene opened her legs wider, until they crossed 
over that of her big sister.
     Suddenly the big cop yanked his still-spurting prick out of 
Misty, and shoved the white-streaked and cum-dripping member into 
the tight little slit of the girl's little sister!
     Selene let out a tiny screech; then just lay there and 
accepted the cop's swollen member into her tiny body.  It must 
have been incredibly tight inside the little seven-year-old; but 
neither Selene nor the big man seemed to mind a bit.  Only moans, 
pants, and groans from both parties were the sounds either party 
made as they both worked to get the cop's swollen prick fully 
inside the little first-grader before he lost his erection.
     Beside them, Misty just lay panting; barely able to keep 
from falling off the car, as her abused little cunny was an 
incredibly sexy and yet slimy mess from where the big trooper had 
ejaculated his seed inside her developing young womb.  A thick 
gray ooze slowly welled up from the child's hole, as Misty tried 
to catch her breath ... and keep an eye on the incredibly sexy 
coupling between her seven year old little sister and the 
policeman, going on right beside her.
     Myself, I couldn't take my eyes from the join either.  If it 
had been sexy to see a man taking a little 10-year-old like a 
grown woman and filling the child's womb with his seed, what can 
I say about seeing a full-grown-man's swollen and engorged member 
sliding into the tight little slit of a child who was almost 
exactly three years younger?  The puffy little cunny lips of 
Selene were stretched into white and red bands around the dark 
penis plundering her incredibly tight little sex, with about an 
inch and a half of the trooper's thick prick that wouldn't fit 
inside the little girl's body like it had her older sister's.  It 
was only Selene's already lubricated and horny state, along with 
the slickness of the cop's thick white cum on his prick and 
oozing from the tip, that had allowed the big man to get inside 
the little first-grader in the first place.
     Still, neither party seemed to want to complain; the five or 
six inches of thick fat prick inside my daughter's young body 
seeming to give both parties incredibly erotic and sexy 
sensations.
     To my amazement, the big cop seemed so stimulated by the 
tightness of Misty's little sister squeezing on his engorged 
prick, that within a few seconds of getting inside the youngster, 
the man was once again straining and jerking as he prepared to 
inseminate the little seven-year-old, like he had just finished 
doing to her big sister.
     "Oh God," he groaned.  "I'm gonna do it ... Gonna ... 
get ... you ... pregnant," he grunted; before burying as much of 
his swollen prick inside the child and letting the last of his 
thick semen flow into her squeezing and welcoming young body.
     "Do it," agreed Selene; looking down in amazement at the big 
cop's member jerking and squeezing his thick black seed into her 
body.  "Make me a baby.  Please?"


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     Amazingly, SHE started shuddering and jerking around the 
swollen member inseminating her.  I hadn't realized that the 
little girl COULD cum yet.  Or perhaps, it was just the extra 
stimulation of getting fucked for the first time; knowing the man 
fucking her cared enough to actually WANT to plant his baby in 
her tight little tummy, instead of pulling out and wasting 
precious sperm all over my daughter's cute little face and body, 
like so many lesser men would.
     Finally the big man slowed; draining the last of his potent 
sperm into the child's womb, as he did his best to give my little 
girl what she so obviously wanted.
     There was an embarrassed moment or two when the policeman 
finally pulled out of my little girl ... Nobody seeming to want 
to start a conversation.  The man's prick was now a wilted little 
noodle; no longer the thick dark member that had seemed so 
suitable for inseminating little girls with.  (Or horny women 
either.  DAMN, I was so frustrated after watching my two little 
girls get boffed so royally!  I mean, grownups need sex too!)
     "Uh ... Thanks," he finally managed; grabbing a tissue from 
somewhere, and offering it to the two girls to stopper their 
leaking cunnys.  HE was thanking US?
     "Thank YOU," I responded; looking at my little girl's messy 
and still sexually-puffy little slits.  From the look of things, 
the two little girls would be leaking the man's semen for hours.  
No, it would be *quite* obvious to anybody who looked, that my 
daughters weren't being sexually neglected or abused NOW.
     "Now don't forget to fasten your seat-belts," he reminded 
us; almost staggering back to the police cruiser to report in.  I 
made a big show of doing just that ... and warning the girls to 
NOT take them off in the future, no matter HOW horny they got.  
They'd just have to play with each other WITH the belts on.
     I was about to pull out, when I noticed the cop coming back 
to the car.  "Now what?" I wondered.  Surely he wasn't going to 
take us in after all?
     "I just wanted to tell you," he managed to say, still 
somewhat out-of-breath after doing his best to impregnate my two 
little pre-teenaged girls, "that you should really stop in the 
next town, and get your rear brake-light replaced.  It's liable 
to attract attention of police, if you don't," he added, with a 
kind of lopsided grin.
     "Oh," was all I could think of in response.
     By the time I collected my thoughts, the trooper had gotten 
back into his car, pulled out, and roared off down the road in 
speed obviously a fair bit in excess of the posted 55mph.  By the 
time he was gone, I suddenly realized I hadn't gotten his name, 
his badge-number, his license-number, the cruiser-number, or even 
really noticed for sure that it was a state-trooper and not just 
a local police car.
     Oh well, he hadn't even issued me a warning, much less a 
ticket.  I stopped at the next gas-station as he suggested and 
got the bulb replaced.  From there all the way back home, I never 
saw another cop.  Quite good advice, it seems.






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     When George got home a little over two weeks later, I made 
SURE that from then on my husband didn't neglect or abuse our 
little girls sexually, like he had been doing for so long.  From 
then on, both kids tight little twats have been getting almost 
continuous attention from their father's swollen and cum-
squirting prick, the way developing young girls  their ages are 
supposed to get sex from their parents on a regular basis ... or 
at least fairly frequently, anyway.  When Kelly is born, I'll 
make sure my husband doesn't neglect HER, either.
     However, their father's sexual attentions, and his sperm 
jerking and squirting in their tummies hasn't been as necessary 
as they might otherwise have been; since Misty missed her period 
about two days before George got back ... and Selene, while she 
never HAD a period, has had HER tummy growing almost as fast (if 
not faster) than her big sister has.

     So, that's why I'm writing to your department now.  It isn't 
very often that policemen will go *that* far above and beyond the 
call of duty, to help citizens like me and my family out.  We 
want to thank you people for the fine work they do, and for 
training your men to be caring enough to take care of two 
innocent little girls like my daughters in such a fine manner.  I 
know it isn't *every* police department in the United States that 
would care enough about other people's kids; to do such a fine 
job of filling my daughters' tight little tummies with thick 
sticky cum like that, right when the girls were ovulating and 
needed a man's seed in their wombs the most.  While early 
pregnancy, and even girls having sex with relatives (from 
fathers, mothers, siblings, cousins, even grandparents and 
aunts/uncles) isn't all that rare in our neighborhood (once we 
learned to recognize it) it isn't EVERY girl in the area who can 
brag she got her first fuck from an out-of-state cop before she 
entered the second grade ... and then got knocked-up at the same 
time!  Selene is almost insufferable; and her big sister is 
almost as proud. 
     And I also want you all to know that while I had heard many 
horror-stories about racist attitudes and similar problems in  
your state, between policemen and citizens of different colors:  
That the cop who took care of Misty and Selene did as fine a job 
of fucking the little girls, cumming in their tummies, filling my 
daughters' tiny little wombs with gob after gob of his hot sticky 
cum just teeming with his potent sperm, and so getting my kids 
pregnant with his babies, as any *white* cop ever could.

                                   Thankfully yours,
                              (Unreadable scrawl of a signature.)
                                   #@%$er, Arkansas.











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     First of all, these are all STORIES, not advice on how to 
     have sex, or with whom.  They are all FANTASIES not reality.

     The original poster of this story, Frank McCoy, (Not 
     necessarily the author; as some stories in "The Erotic 
     Story" series posted by him, are NOT written by him ... 
     though most are.) can be reached by responding to this post 
     in the newsgroups, by posting a message to either of the 
     newsgroups alt.fan.frank.mccoy, or alt.sex.stories.d. or by 
     email to: "Frank McCoy" <mccoyf@millcomm.com>

     All stories posted by Frank with the Sub-Title, "An Erotic 
     Story" (including this one) are in the Public Domain; and 
     free for any use by anybody.  Retaining the title and sub-
     title, if the story remains unchanged, is requested; but not 
     required.  Stories posted by him, that are *NOT* so sub-
     titled, have copyrights retained by the original authors.

     Excessive restrictive use by pay-sites as "private" and for-
     fee stories of the "An Erotic Story" series, will be met by 
     exercising the author's own rights under Public Domain, and 
     posting copies to newsgroups, along with pointers to other 
     free and competing websites.

     Use of the stories by pay-sites to use as samples however, 
     is actively encouraged as a way to disseminate them freely 
     even further.  Please don't flood the groups with multiple 
     copies of the same story week after week.

     For more stories posted by Frank (some copyrighted, but most 
     not) try:
     http://www.young-stuff.com/frank/
     Or:
     ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Frank_McCoy/index.htm

     These are both WEB pages; in spite of the FTP label on the 
     asstr site ... though it CAN be accessed by FTP as well.  
     Just point your web-browser at either and get the same data.

     Or, try Incestgrrl's site.
     http://www.come.to/incestgrrl
     (It's not quite as up-to-date; because Frank doesn't 
     maintain her site like the two mirrors.)  However, it's 
     free ... and there's lots of other stories there besides 
     his.

     Check out ASSTR also
     http://www.asstr.org

     Frank also recommends three pay-sites that have helped him 
     on occasion by hosting his stories, or in other manners:
     Young-Stuff    http://www.young-stuff.com
     Daddy's Girls  http://www.daddysgirls.org
     Mr. Double     http://www.mrdouble.com




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