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I lie on my back on the table as my father fucks me wildly, his hands caressing my hugely pregnant belly. I love it; it's all I want in life. And to think that a few years back I knew nothing of the pleasure of sex...

My parents got divorced just after I went to junior high. They had been fighting for a few years before that, and I think they waited until I was old enough to understand that the divorce wasn't my fault when they finally signed the papers. My mother, though, immediately remarried, and her new husband didn't want "that brat" around, so I was sent to live with my father.

He didn't remarry, or even date as far as I could see. He stayed home in the evenings and helped me get through eighth grade. But when I started ninth grade, something changed. He began to get more affectionate. I enjoyed it immensely.

One day we were sitting cuddled up on the couch watching a rerun of Star Wars when his hands migrated from my side to my thigh... and towards the inside of my thigh. I was confused, but I didn't move. It felt good. Pretty soon his hand was right up against my underwear and he was stroking the inside of my thigh and tickling my pubic mound as well. I couldn't help it; I opened my legs to get more of that wonderful feeling.

As I did so, my father suddenly seemed to snap out of it. He looked at me and said, "I love you, Cassie. I never want to hurt you."

"You weren't hurting me," I protested.

"But I might. I... I'm starting to see you more as a sexy woman than as my daughter. And that makes me want to touch you and do... other things."

"What other things?"

"Just say no and I'll never mention it again. Say yes, and I'll show you."

I took his hand and placed it back on my thigh. "Show me. Yes."

I was very surprised when he put his hand right into my panties, pushing the fabric into the space between my legs. I hadn't noticed, but I was quite wet from his attentions, and when he pulled the material away, it was moist. "You're wet," he said.

I just groaned as I looked down and saw what my panties looked like. Lee (my father) began to unbutton my blouse. I hadn't bothered to put on a bra as it was just the two of us, so my boobs were exposed to the air. They weren't fully grown yet, but I'd inherited my mother's C-cup, and I was already a 34. As Lee stared at them, I felt my nipples puckering in anticipation.

He leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking it strongly. I slammed myself against the back of the couch as the pleasure ripped through me. It almost doubled when his other hand came up to pinch the other one. I was sitting on the couch while Luke Skywalker ran around the Death Star, letting my father suck my tits and enjoying it.

As he sucked, Lee put his hand inside the elastic of my panties and began to stroke the outside of my pussy, just teasing the outer lips, making me want more - much more. I was sliding down on the couch, my legs opening wider and wider. Finally, Lee pushed one finger right up my hole, very quickly, and I felt a slight pain, which went away when his finger came out. "I just broke your hymen," he said.

I was a rather naive fourteen and didn't have any idea what a hymen was. In all their talk about pussies, clits, cocks and fucking, my friends had never mentioned it. But at the moment Lee was still carressing my snatch and it felt so good that I didn't particularly care. I needed more... I needed his cock.

"Please!" I begged, knowing what I was begging for and completely unashamed. I was in such a state of arousal that I no longer had any shame whatsoever. My legs were now splayed wide open and Lee was lying fully on top of me. We were both still dressed, although my blouse was open, my skirt hiked up and my panties moist with my juices.

My father didn't even bother to undress either me or himself. He opened his pants enough to pull out his hard cock, pushed aside the crotch of my panties, and entered me! I hadn't even seen his cock yet and it was inside me. It felt fantastic, if a bit uncomfortable at first. I locked my legs around his waist as he began to thrust in and out of me, fucking me hard.

"Unh, unh, baby," he grunted as he drove into me. "Unh... I knew... unh... that you'd be a good... unh... fuck."

I was being fucked by my own father and loving it! I was taking my mother's place and loving that, too! The cock which had made me was inside me! I was hunching my pelvis up towards Lee, participating fully in my first fuck. He slid and thrust inside me, driving us both towards a really good cum. I knew it would be good because I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. And Lee was grunting, "Unh... unh..." faster and louder. Finally he froze up as he began spurting his semen into me as he came, pulsing into me, his sperm coating my insides. That set me off and I hunched myself up towards him as much as possible and milked his cock with my pussy as I came, my back arching as the pleasure washed over me.

We collapsed on the couch, Lee still on top of me. His cock slipped out, and we just lay there. "What have we done?" he asked.

"I don't care," I responded.

He pulled away from me and got up, going into the bedroom my parents had once shared. I continued to lie there, his sperm dripping out of me, feeling completely debauched and loving it.

Lee seemed to be afraid of me after that, and made sure to keep a respectful distance. But it didn't matter, because I missed my period and just knew. I was pregnant.

You would think that a fourteen year-old girl would very upset and shocked that she'd been knocked up, but I wasn't. I was surprised, but I loved the thought of carrying my father's baby. I didn't say anything until four months had passed.

We were eating at the table, and I got up to fetch a drink from the fridge. I turned sideways - I had just started showing - and I heard my father gasp. I had always been quite lithe and thin, with an hourglass figure and a flat stomach. Now I had a little bump.

"You... you're pregnant," my father said.

I turned around and placed my hands on my stomach. "Yes."

"Is it mine?"

"You're the only man who's ever put his cock inside me," I said bluntly. "I'm pregnant with your baby."

You might think the words would shock my father, but he stood up, grabbed me and pushed me onto the table, his hands wandering all over my pregnant belly. "I felt guilty," he said. "For wanting you, for wanting to be inside you, for wanting to cum inside you."

"I want you to cum inside me," I said. "I still want it."

When he heard that he pushed me down and slid his hands down my thighs, pushing my legs open. Once again I was wearing thin white panties, and once again they were already wet at the crotch. What can I say? My father made me wet with anticipation. This time I watched as he unzipped and pulled his pants and jockey shorts down to his knees. His cock sprang up, curving towards his belly, big and hard. And it was big! Long and wide around, made for fucking.

And then it was in me, once again sliding in next to my panty crotch. We slid together, grunting, our bodies making squelching noises as we fucked. It went on and on, and I knew that this was all I wanted from life: to have my father's cock and baby inside me. We both came with groans of pleasure, and Lee collapsed into a dining chair, his cock still out of his pants, while I lay there, exposed and proud of it.

The baby was a boy, born just before my fifteenth birthday. Within five months I was knocked up again. My mother wasn't happy at the prospect of being a grandmother at her age (36), and basically cut us out of her life altogether, even though we never told her who had made me pregnant. Lee and I continued to fuck almost right up until the birth of our
daughter.

I'm sixteen now. I'm doing high school by correspondence because I'm breastfeeding both children still. I'm pregnant again, of course. What can I say? There's nothing like having your own father put his cock inside you and pump you full of baby-making juice. It's even better when his juice fertilizes your egg and you swell up with an incest baby. There's really nothing like it!