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.

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.

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.

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."

"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.

"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?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

Their lawyers hardly blinked at the slight change in language. Still, I don't think even they thought of it applying to a man getting his own daughters, granddaughters, and great-granddaughters pregnant, but it does. Even if you go to prison, the coverage continues. Only by resigning do you give it up . . . we want to keep our employees here."

"Oh," I said. Well, what else COULD I say? Joan had certainly answered my question. It seems I could get my daughters pregnant, and their daughters pregnant, and our daughters' daughters' daughters pregnant with my kids; and as long as *I* did it, or one of the other guys in the department did it, then the girls would be covered. What a relief.

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That was all I ever wrote of the story. Why quit, just when the story was getting good? Well, because it became all too clear where the story was heading, and I just couldn't stand to write it.

And THAT was the way the story would have ended.