## Archive-name: reformed_child_abuser

From: dungeon@dngnbbs.com (Dungeon Master)

Subject: REPOST: Reformed Child Abuser (Mf, cons, teen, incest)

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REFORMED.TXT "The Reformed Child-Abuser" (Mf, cons, teen, incest)
Child abuse takes many forms. Quite often neglect can be just as insidious as actively doing something to hurt a child.

On the other hand, sometimes what is child-abuse in one circumstance is perfectly normal in some other circumstance or society. What is the accepted way in the United States might be a terrible way to treat a child in some other country. Conversely, what is accepted and even encouraged there, might be considered the worst kind of abuse here.

This story is about just such an upside-down situation. It is a spoof, though at first it doesn't sound like one. If you don't have a sense of humor about such matters, especially when it comes to the idea of children having sex, then skip this story: it is not for you. If you do, then read on.

For those of you interested, this is yet another story in the "Sex Education Class" universe. It was inspired by one of the commercials in "A Day in the Life of Suzy Jenkins" where one of the upcoming shows was to be about "Men who abuse their daughters." this story purportedly was written by such a man, after he was "reformed." ;-}

DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS!

And don't try this at home, these are trained professionals. You, or someone you love could get hurt, if this isn't done under expert supervision.

Anyone doing anything, and trying to point to this, as an example, is full of horse-turds. This is a story. It is not a recommendation of something to do. In fact, I strongly urge anyone even contemplating doing the things suggested by this story to seek professional help. In a hurry!

Final warning!
This story contains straight sex, between a man and a young girl. This is definitely NOT "safe-sex". It is, however completely willing, consensual sex. Absolutely NO force. If this isn't your cup of tea, then stop now.

Now, after all this stupid editorial, ON WITH THE STORY!

The Reformed Child-Abuser
An Erotic Story

"MISTER Peters," the firm voice of the sexy young woman hauled me back from my daydreams, "you said you wanted help, so please pay attention."
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"Now remember, you agreed for your daughter's sake to take this course," she reminded me. "Or would it help to keep your attention, if I took some of my clothes off?" Cathy Morgenstern looked eager at the prospect.
I sweated. This was one of the reasons I had been scared to come here. Still, a licensed, bonded, nymphomaniac like Cathy would probably be able to help me if anyone could. "Uh, not quite yet," I said, putting it off. "It would probably distract me, more than help at the moment."
"Whatever you say," she replied, "Still, you got to get used to the idea of seeing other women besides your wife naked, and even get used to fucking them, if we're going to solve your problem."
"I know," I answered, "but just not yet, please?" The reminder of my wife made me even more nervous. Even though she had been the one pressuring me to come here, I found it hard to believe Lois REALLY wanted me to, to, to . . fuck some other woman. . . No, not just some other woman. Lois wanted me to fuck. . . I couldn't do it.
"You DO love your daughter, don't you?" asked the counselor with some sympathy.
I nodded, unable to say much more. That was the whole idea. I was thoroughly disgusted with myself. Once I watched that TV show about parents who abused their children and realized that I was such an abuser, I had been feeling so guilty I could barely live with myself. I mean, previous to that, I had never even THOUGHT that what I was doing to Sherry could be considered abuse. In fact, just the opposite. It shows just how you can fool even yourself about things. I mean, sex with my own daughter? I had never even thought about it in terms of abuse. Except possibly the other way around.
Now, my secret was out, and I knew the shame Sherry must feel at school, every time the other children looked at her. Or talked about her behind her back. That her own father would treat her like that. I felt lower than a snake's-belly in a swamp. It hadn't been until the "Opra Nymph" show, where I heard several parents like me trying to justify their abuse, that I realized just how perverted I had been. Thank goodness for the child-abuse hot-line they showed on the screen.
With that, and my wife's help, I had agreed to take a course to help me overcome the effects of the abuse I had received as a child. So hopefully the chain of abuse would stop now. I had never realized until now, how much abuse begets abuse.

Still, the fact that MY parents had neglected me sexually, seemed to lead inevitably to this day, where I was sexually abusing my own daughter by refusing her the love that everyone else her age was getting.
I felt so ashamed of myself. Still, I hadn't been able to bring myself to break the habits of years of abuse. Thus (with my wife's help,) I had signed up for this course.
I hoped that Cathy could really help me overcome the ingrained habits I was taught by my parents, so I could finally have the truly loving relationship with my daughter that other children did. "Let's get on with it," I sighed.
"Oh, it won't be all THAT bad," giggled Cathy, with a sexy wriggle to her body. "In fact, I'll practically guarantee you'll like it. Do you mind if I sit in your lap?" With this, the Sex- Education counselor had somehow managed to be almost IN my lap, before she finished the question.
I guess I was lucky to get a full-fledged Nympho like Cathy. It had been kind of her to take time off from tutoring sex- starved teenaged boys to help an old man with sexual dysfunction. (OK, 35 is not all that old, and the fact that she knew I had an 8-inch prick probably helped. Still, most family counselors were only a little oversexed. Having a certified nymphomaniac like Cathy help me was almost unbelievably lucky. Or maybe not really just luck. My wife had connections.)
Cathy slithered into my lap in a manner that almost had me sprouting an erection before we even got started. (OK, OK! Not almost. I was hard as a rock.)
"Jack," she whispered throatily in my ear, "You don't mind if I call you Jack, do you? After all, we're going to get REAL close in the next half-hour or so."
My arms wanted to wrap themselves around this incredible hunk of woman, but the training of years stopped me. "Uh Lois," I said, "My wife. . ."
"Don't be silly," said Cathy, nibbling on my ear, "who sent you over here?"
"Uh, Lois," I stammered. Somehow my arms had found their way around this incredible girl and the sensation of sexy skin against mine was driving me wild.
"And why did she send you here?" prompted Cathy, as she nuzzled my neck.
The smell of her was driving me nuts. Cathy didn't have any perfume on. She didn't need it. The scent of fresh, clean woman, and the smell of her long brown hair was driving me up the wall.
"Uh, to learn how to approach sex in a more normal manner," I stuttered.
"To feel free and easy about sex," prompted Cathy, sliding a hand underneath my shirt.
Wow, what a difference between a normally oversexed woman like my wife, and a licensed nymphomaniac. Her seduction techniques were incredible.
"Something like that," I admitted.

"To enjoy sex with other women," prompted Cathy again, "so you won't continue hurting your little girl by taking your frustrations out on her."
Cathy was right. That WAS why I was here, and by trying to resist, I was defeating the whole purpose. I owed it to my wife and daughter to at least TRY responding. That wouldn't be all THAT hard, would it?
I relaxed a little, and let Cathy flow into my arms like a wet-dream. This time, when she tried to kiss me, I kissed back; hungrily.
I felt Cathy's tongue licking my lips, and opened my mouth. To my surprise, I got a mouthful of lively wriggling tongue. In all our years of marriage, Lois and I had NEVER kissed like that. Still, it was incredibly sexy! I resolved to show Lois this new trick, after I was "cured". Well, perhaps she would already know it, since she was taking lessons from the local male satyr at the center.
With any luck, both of us would be normally functioning adults; able to have a proper sexual relationship in our family after this. I hoped so, for Sherry's sake. My poor little girl.
"Relax; let it flow," crooned Cathy, as she somehow snuggled even closer. It was almost like she was a second skin of mine. I found that my hands had somehow made their way up underneath Cathy's halter, and were massaging her lovely breasts without any conscious volition on my part.
At 18, Cathy's body was just coming into it's prime. I knew that not many women managed to pass the boards for nymphomania before they were 18, but Cathy had been working as sex-instructor for at least two years already. This was especially helpful, when dealing with problems like mine. Since my problem was having sex with a little girl, it helped tremendously to have someone as young as Cathy start me in the normal direction. By the time we were finished, Maybe Sherry and I could enjoy time together just like any normal father and daughter, instead of having my sexual hangup with young girls come between us.
Being as young as she was, yet definitely mature, Cathy was slowly directing my sexual arousal to a more normally accepted type.
"Oooh, that feels good," she said, as my fingers dug deeper into her soft mounds. "Here, let me get this off," she said, struggling to get me out of my shirt.
Two minutes later, we were both in a clinch on the couch. (Well, actually it was more like a bed, but that was to be expected for a sex-counselor.)
"Now tell me," Cathy purred, as she reached in my pants and started rubbing my swollen prick, "how sexy your little girl is."
Cathy's smooth cool hands almost had me squirting thick sticky white-stuff all over her, but she was an expert, and knew just exactly how far to go. Besides, the reminder about Sherry made my prick wilt a little.
"Uh, I don't think," I started.
"Sure you do," murmured Cathy, stopping for a second to tickle my nipple with her tongue. "Your daughter is a very sexy young girl. I'm sure you've noticed it too. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. So tell me about her."

"Uh, Sherry's just a little girl!" I expostulated.
"Uhuh, and so am I," said Cathy. "Feel."
Cathy led my and down into her silky little panties, until I felt something wet and slippery, Two soft mounds parted before my finger, as I caught my breath. Cathy was as bare as a 5-year- old child! Her little cunny-lips were as naked as any little girl I had ever imagined; without even a trace of stubble to show she ever HAD any hair down there.
"See," she said, "little girls DO turn you on." Her voice suddenly shifted range, and she piped up in a little-girl voice, "Ooh Daddy! What's this big thing in your pants? C'n I play with it? Please Daddy?"
The scenario was incredibly real. My prick began spouting thick white cream all over Cathy's milking little hand.
"Oh Daddy," she pouted, still in that incredible little-girl voice, "you were supposed to squirt that stuff in me, like Momma said. You promised me you'd teach me how to make a baby; and now you gone and wasted it!"
I tried to get into the fantasy. Surprisingly, it wasn't all that hard to do after all. "It's OK Honey," I said, patting the "little girl" on the head. "Daddy's got a lot more of that white-stuff for his little girl. Why don't you and I get ALL undressed, so Daddy can show you how he makes babies in little girls."
Oh God! I WAS a pervert after all! I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this fantasy.
Cathy kept up the illusion. "Really Daddy," she squealed. "Promise?"
I had never lied to my real daughter, and I didn't want to start with this imaginary one. "Promise," I said.
"Oooh Daddy," she said in that sexy little girl squeal, "I can't wait to have a baby like Marsha did. She's been showing off her big belly; showing everybody how her daddy is taking care of her. I want to show her that I can fuck my daddy just as good as she does. I can't wait to see her face, when my tummy starts to stick out."
At this reminder of the way I had been mistreating Sherry, I almost lost my hard-on, but Cathy never gave me a chance. "Fuck me Daddy," she said, "Please?" rubbing her bare little slit against my prick, while she did so. Somehow Cathy had managed to slip out of her short little dress and flimsy panties, while I was distracted. "Please Daddy?" she repeated.
I did it. Cathy's teasing had gotten to be too much. For the first time in over 14 years, I fucked someone other than my wife. I couldn't even make my self feel properly guilty, as I knew that Lois had not only set me up with this girl (woman) but actually WANTED me to fuck her. Not just once, but many times; until I finally got over this "thing" I had about my daughter, and was able to treat both her and Sherry like any normal man would his wife and daughter.
Well, at least this fantasy was safer than doing the real thing to Sherry.
As I said, I fucked Cathy; really getting into the fantasy of her being my daughter, and giving the little girl what she so obviously wanted.

"Oh," I said, "Daddy's going to do it. I'm going to squirt your sexy little tummy so full of baby-juice you'll be having kids for the next six years."
Cathy let out an involuntary giggle at this; spoiling for a moment the illusion of a father screwing the heck out of his little girl. I grinned back at her. It WAS funny.
Then Cathy slipped easily back into the role. "Oh Goody," she squealed, "I promised Momma I'd give her at least three kids to raise, before I get married. I'll show that stuck up old Marsha who really loves her daddy!"
This was too much. I jammed my suddenly erupting prick up to the hilt in Cathy's squirming little belly, as I felt jet after jet of potent sperm squirt into her unprotected young womb. Professional nymphos like Cathy deliberately never used birth- control; preferring to take the risk of having a baby, in order to get that extra thrill from their partners of knowing that every time she screwed she might be creating a new life.
Since the government covered all costs, and kept her salary going when she did, it's no wonder that so many girls envied those women who managed to get their certificates. Not many women could take the challenge of unlimited nymphomania, but the rewards were well worth it.
Just knowing that this sexy young girl not only didn't mind if I got her pregnant, but was trying as hard as I was to do it, made me squirt more sperm inside her than I usually squirted in my wife in a week. The fantasy of it being my own daughter I was getting pregnant, just added to the sexiness of the scene.
"Thanks Daddy," said Cathy; still acting like the little girl. "I hope I'm pregnant now," she added.
Somehow I knew that Cathy was being sincere, even though she was still pretending to be my daughter. Even the knowledge that not 10 minutes after I left, Cathy would probably be asking some completely different man to knock her up; and meaning it then too, did little to detract from the erotic moment.
"Well, if not," I snickered, "then I guess Daddy will just have to keep trying until he does."
We both burst into a fit of giggles at that.
"See," said Cathy; for a moment the professional woman again. "Does that make you feel a little bit better about fucking your little girl?"
My face flamed red. I was STILL ashamed to admit how much I had really enjoyed the little fantasy.
Cathy noticed. "I see 'Daddy' and I need to work on things a bit more," she teased.
My face flamed even brighter if possible.
"Well, I can see that this will take a little bit sterner measures," said Cathy.
I looked at her. Pretending I was fucking my own little girl wasn't enough for one session? Obviously not.
Cathy went over to a machine on her desk, and pushed a button. "Yes Ms. Morgenstern?" came the tinny voice of her sexretary. "It's like I figured," said Cathy, "I'm going to have to do what I said earlier. So set things up like I told you to, and make sure we aren't disturbed for at least two hours. OK?"

"OK Cathy," said the voice, suddenly seeming friendlier. "I'll set things up just like you said. No calls." There was a <click> as the line closed.
"Now," said Cathy throatily, "I've got you all to myself for at least two hours. We're going to explore this thing you have for your daughter in real depth." She suddenly giggled again. "Or, as for the time being, I'm going to be acting as your daughter; we're going to explore that 'thing' you have IN your little girl." Her giggles were infectious.
Well, it WAS funny. Soon I was chuckling right along with her. "Yeah," I said, getting into the act again, "there's this 'thing' my daughter and I have to get straight between us." Oh GOD, what a line!
For almost five minutes we lay gasping and giggling together; rolling around on the floor gasping out corny old jokes about the "bone I wanted to pick" with my daughter, and how we were going to "work things out together." Rolling naked on the floor with a sexy young woman while you make obscene jokes is indescribably sexy. It didn't take long for my prick to be as erect as if I hadn't just filled Cathy's cute little tummy full of baby-making sperm not more than 30 minutes earlier. Well, Cathy WAS a professional. WHAT a girl. Still, I'm glad I married a more normal woman. Two weeks with a nymhpo like Cathy, and I'd be dead.
That's why Nymphos and Satyrs rarely if ever married. Still, there WAS the guy down at work, who was married to a school-nurse. She got her sex every day down at school; fucking all the horny teenaged boys, until she was able to come home to the man she loved without wearing him out. He STILL usually fucked her about twice a day anyway.
It's no wonder that Nymphomaniacs were so rare and valuable. Almost as rare as the true Satyr. I shuddered at the thought of giving my life up for sex.
I mean I LIKE sex, but it was NOT everything. To a nymph or satyr, that's all they lived for. For a moment I pitied Cathy. Then her good nature and incredible sexiness made me realize that she was not to be pitied. Cathy obviously loved her work too much for pity. If you're happy with your work, then what more do you need?

As I said, my erection grew back, and we made jokes about what to do with it, or where to "hide" that "thing" before some "innocent little girl" came along and saw it. God it was funny!
Finally Cathy looked at me and asked, "Jack, do you trust me?"
"Huh?" I asked. "Of course I do," I said, and meant it. Not only was Cathy a certified, licensed, and BONDED nymphomaniac, but after that incredible scene earlier, I felt as if we'd been friends for life. It's amazing how having sex with someone breaks the ice, so to speak.
"Then lie down," said Cathy; pointing to the bed, "I want to tie you up."
My eyebrows must have vanished into my hairline, but I did it anyway. I would never have imagined Cathy was into bondage, but I guess as a pro, she had to be into a little of everything.

Cathy picked up four soft-looking ropes and pointed out to me that a big strong man like me COULD break them, but she was counting on me not to try. I promised I wouldn't.
In an amazingly short time Cathy had me spread-eagled on the bed; as with a few quick turns of her wrists she tied each hand and foot securely to eye-bolts mounted in the frame that I hadn't noticed before. Cathy had quite obviously done this quite often before.
As she tied me down, Cathy started explaining. "The main reason for the ropes," she said, "is so you can't take the hood off." Here Cathy showed me a black hood; obviously designed to make it impossible to see through.
I wondered just how far she was going to go? Whips and chains? As long as she didn't go TOO far, I guess I'd try it. Still, I was a little worried. "Are you going to gag me too?" I asked.
I guess my worries must have showed, because Cathy hastened to reassure me. "Oh NO!" she said, "I'm not going to hurt you at all. The hood is just so you can't see. If you did, it would spoil the fantasy."
"Huh?" I asked, as I watched Cathy rummage in a drawer for something.
"See this?" she asked, showing me something that looked like a cross between a condom and a woman's diaphragm. I guess you'd have to expect something like that in a professional nympho's office.
"What is it?" I asked, testing the ropes. I figured Cathy was right; I COULD get loose if I HAD to. I didn't want to spoil whatever she was working so hard to set up though. After that previous fantasy, I knew Cathy had sexual talents I had never heard of.
"It's a fake hymen."
"Huh?"
"It's an artificial hymen," she explained. "Some men like to pretend they're fucking a virgin, and this almost feels like the real thing. It's designed to break, unlike a diaphragm or condom; so it almost feels like taking a woman's virginity. You remember that scene earlier?"
How could I forget? I nodded, as best I could in my bonds.
"Well, I'm going to pretend I'm a little girl who gets her cherry popped by her own father. Only I don't want you to be looking at me, as it will spoil the illusion. You know how tight I was?"
Again I nodded.
"Well you ain't felt nothing yet. They give us lessons before we are certified, and I could squeeze the neck off a coke- bottle." Somehow, I knew she wasn't kidding.
"So now let me slip this hood over your head, while I practice my voices."
The world went suddenly black, and her voice seemed to shift. "First," she said, "I'm going to try and imitate your wife."
Cathy's voice was now lower and huskier, but she didn't have it quite right. I told her so.

"How's this?" she said, correcting herself.
"Better," I acknowledged, "not perfect, but better."
Actually, Cathy was incredibly good. Though, after hearing her trick voice earlier, when she pretended to be my daughter, I wasn't surprised.
"How about this, as your daughter?" she said in the same voice she had used earlier. My penis strained at the very thought of my little girl seeing me bound and naked like this. "Not quite," I groaned. "She's a little higher than that, and she lisps a little because of her missing teeth."
Once again, her voice seemed to shift. "You mean like this, Daddy?" she asked.
"Oh God," I said; she really WAS good.
"Good," said Cathy, in her more normal voice. "Now I want you to pretend you are sleeping, when you hear your wife and daughter enter the room. Whatever you do, don't act like you're awake, or know that they're there. OK?"
"OK," I agreed, and closed my eyes, to complete the illusion. The hood was unnecessary. If Cathy had asked, I would have kept my eyes closed anyway.

"Sssst!" came the whisper. "Watch it Honey, you'll wake Daddy."
"Sorry Momma, I slipped." Cathy was incredible.
I listened closely to the obscene conversation.
"Oh Momma," came the sweet little girl voice, "you were right, Daddy DOES sleep naked. Is that his cock?"
"Uhuh. See that sack underneath it?" came the other voice.
I let myself drift into Cathy's fantasy. If she wanted me to pretend it was my wife and daughter, I was willing. Especially, if this would help me resolve my problems at home.
"That's Daddy's testicles," said Lois. "It's where Daddy makes sperm."
"Oh wow Mommy, you mean the things that make babies?"
"Uhuh. Daddy stores his sperm inside his body, until he fucks someone, and then he squirts it out of his penis up inside her. That's how babies are made."
"You mean if daddy squirted his stuff in me, then I'd have a baby too?"
"Well, Maybe. Some girls don't get pregnant right away, and you have to be old enough."
"Ginny Summers is two years younger than I am, and she already has TWO babies by her father," said Sherry. "How come I can't have Daddy's baby like everybody else does?"
Oh Jesus! The very reason I was in Cathy's office. For a second, my prick started to wilt, but I managed to steel myself, and face the fact I was a pervert.
"Daddy doesn't want to hurt you Honey."
"Daddy doesn't love me! Heck, even little Carol across the street is pregnant, and I've never even gotten fucked yet. Daddy doesn't love me," repeated Sherry.
This time, my prick DID wilt, at the thought of how I had been abusing my little girl. I resolved that as soon as Cathy finished this, I was going home and apologize to my wife and daughter for being so cruel.

In the meantime, the whispering continued.
"Why don't you try it now, while he's sleeping," asked my wife.
"But Momma, it's too soft, it'll never go inside me."
Soft? Maybe. But I knew it wouldn't be for long, after that obscene suggestion.
"You'll just have to make it hard."
"How Momma?"
<whisper> <whisper>
"SUCK on it?! But Momma!"
"Oh here, I'll show you," It was absolutely amazing how Cathy got the exasperated tone of my wife down pat.
My admiration was distracted by Cathy's warm mouth descending on my prick. She didn't have quite the expertise you might expect from a professional nympho, but it was amazingly accurate as a wife showing her little girl how.
"Now you try it," she instructed.
This time, the pretended clumsiness almost made me laugh. Even virgins aren't THAT clumsy. Cathy even nicked me a couple of times with her teeth before pulling off to ask, "How's that Momma?"
After about three more tries, Cathy was doing a better job than even when she started. Again, I almost giggled. If a little girl was that inexperienced to start with, then no way would she learn that fast either. Still, I didn't want to spoil everything by laughing.
Just as I was getting into having one of the best blow-jobs of my life it stopped. "What?" asked Sherry.
"You don't want to suck him off dear," said my wife.
"Oh? What do I do now, then?"
"Swing your leg over you father, and put it up inside you," Lois instructed.
"OK, Momma."
There was a shifting on the bed, and I felt two silky-smooth legs spread around my middle, and a hand was reaching down and grabbing my throbbing prick.
"What do I do now Momma?" repeated the little girl.
"Rub the head around until it's slippery, then slide down as far as you can."
The feel of Cathy's baby-smooth cunny lips stretching around the head of my prick almost made me cum right then, but I wanted to finish this fantasy just as much as Cathy did. The thought of that fake "hymen" waiting to be broken was enough to make me grit my teeth, and fight down the rising surge until I managed to control myself. Just in time too; as the head of my prick slipped into an incredibly tight ring at the entrance to Cathy's tight pussy.
She was right. Cathy had muscles that could snap a man's prick right off. God, was she tight. With fake whimpers and mewls she forced herself down, until the head of my prick reached that rubber barrier.

By this time, I didn't CARE about the "fake virginity". All I wanted was to be bottomed out in Cathy, while I filled her sexy little womb with jet after jet of sperm. Only now, I was imagining that it WAS Sherry that I was fucking, and it would be my own daughter's unprotected young womb that I would be squirting my incestuous seed into. Cathy's treatment WAS having an effect on me, after all.
"Do it. Do it," I muttered under my breath, pushing up hard into my "daughter".
"Momma, Daddy's waking up," said Sherry.
"Slide DOWN," Said the older voice.
Obediently, Cathy shifted her body lower.
"Oh! It HURTS," said the "Sherry" voice.
Suddenly everything stopped for a moment, as Cathy leaned closer to me. "Promise you won't take the hood off? she asked. My arms were aching from trying to grab her, and I guess Cathy could tell.
"Promise," I groaned.
The knots must have been slip-knots, and on longer ropes than I remembered; because first on the other, then all four ropes came loose, without Cathy having to shift more than an inch or two from on top of me.
I reached for her, and pulled her down.
"It HURTS," repeated Cathy; hamming it up for all she was worth.
The damned rubber fake wouldn't break. Cathy pulled herself up about two about two inches, then said, "SIT DOWN," in my wife's voice, as she thrust herself down hard, as if forced down by someone else. There was a straining moment, then my prick burst through the rubber ring, and slid home inside her.
Oh god, did that feel good! Cathy continued to make little whimpering noises, as if it still hurt her, before telling me to, "Cum in me Daddy."
Oh shit. By this time, I was fully into it. If my little girl wanted me to squirt her tight little crack full of her daddy's greasy cum, then I would. No more apologies. No more holding back. I didn't care about the neighbors any more, and what they thought about me screwing or not screwing my own daughter. If Sherry wanted me to fuck her, and even knock her up, then I would. If she didn't, then I wouldn't touch her. It no longer mattered to me what the neighbors thought, or Sherry's classmates thought if she showed up with a big belly; it only mattered what Sherry herself thought. I was no longer worried about social workers, Cathy, or even my wife.
"Oh SHERRY," I groaned, as I sent bolt after bolt of rich creamy seed into my little girl's body. "Daddy loves you so."
"I. . . Love. . . You. . . Too . . . Daddy," 'Sherry' replied; shivering on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her, and cuddled her close. "At 18, you'd think that Cathy would weigh more," I thought, as the last trickles of cum leaked out of my prick into her welcoming young womb.
"Daddy," asked Cathy, still using her 'Sherry' voice.
"Yes Dear." Somehow it didn't seem wrong to call Cathy "Dear" even if she was playing the role of my daughter.

"If I don't get pregnant this time, promise you'll keep trying until I do?"
"Promise," I replied, as Cathy untied the hood, and slid it off my head.
For a moment, I blinked in the sudden light at my daughter sitting on top of me, with her tight little hole still squeezing my prick in a warm comfortable manner. "I promise," I repeated; looking over at my wife to see her pleased reaction as I did so.
"Daddy!" said Sherry; suddenly looking annoyed, as she sat up; forcing a little more of my softening prick up inside her, "You knew! Didn't you?"
I grinned and shrugged. What could I say? I had been suspicious ever since Cathy showed me that "fake virginity" just before covering my head with the hood. Once her voice shifted position, I had been fairly sure. Still I COULD have been wrong. I grinned at my two lovers.
"Thanks girls," I said to both of them; and, "I owe you one," to my wife.
"Where's Cathy?" I asked, as we finally uncoupled.
Hurriedly Sherry grabbed the "fake virginity" and used the fancy diaphragm to keep my sperm bottled up inside her. It was obvious that the 13-year-old DID want to have her father's baby, just like all the neighbor kids were doing.
"She left about a half-hour ago," giggled Lois. "She was too horny, and couldn't wait for another go at you. Besides, she had another appointment with the football team."
"You're kidding," I said; but it was more of a question than a statement.
"Well, that's what I thought, but you never know with Cathy. . ."
There was a loud "Thump-Bang" from the adjoining room, then a loud, "Hey, it's MY turn!" Followed by a giggle that we all recognized as Cathy's.

. . . On the other hand, you never really did know with Cathy.

So now, I suppose you all wonder why I'm telling you this story.
It's just to prove to you that there IS hope with proper help; even for child abusers like myself. Are you one of those men who is so cruel and hardhearted that they not only won't get their little girls pregnant, but they refuse to even fuck them? Are you a mother who has sunk so low as to not only refuse to bear your son's children, but won't even let them get release by squirting their sperm inside you when it IS safe?
Well, I'm here to show you that there IS hope.
Right now, my daughter Sherry is six-months pregnant: Her swollen belly a convincing proof to her classmates that her father is no longer neglecting her. With help, you too can learn how to be a truly loving father.
With modern treatment, and help from your local social- services department's qualified satyr or nymphomaniac, you too can learn to properly express your love for your children in the best way possible: by having sex with them.

Don't let YOUR children grow up to be bitter abusers like I was. With proper loving, your little girl can proudly show off HER baby, or swollen tummy just like the other girls do.
And Mothers can show off their son's potency, by letting all their friends know that THEIR baby or swollen belly was put their by the one closest to them in the whole world. Their own son.

Don't delay. If you think you even MIGHT be neglecting your little girl because she's "too young" then call right now our toll-free number 1-800-INCEST-NOW for a free consultation. Remember, NO age is "too young" to start showing love for your children. When THEY want sex, is the age they should start.
I'm saying this as an ex-abuser. You don't want YOUR children to grow up thinking sex is nasty and wicked, and only for adults. Call 1-800-INCEST-NOW for a free brochure for men, on how to fuck your little girl for the first time. Also available free, is a brochure for women, on how and when to get pregnant by your little boy; including hints on what to do if you're approaching menopause faster than your son is approaching puberty.
That's 1-800-INCEST-NOW. Call right away!
Your children need you.

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