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As a teen I had terrible, terrible pains with my periods. I mean, if often felt like my body was liquefying and coming out the bottom. Sometimes, even though I knew what it was, I would have to go in the bathroom to check that everything was all right. And of course, it always was.

After two years of this, my father suggested I go to the doctor and see if there wasn't anything that could be done. I had pills for the cramps, but they weren't strong enough, and my daddy didn't like to see me in pain.

The doctor prescribed stronger pills, then even stronger, but nothing seemed to help. I wasn't even able to go to school the pain was so bad, and for two out of six days I'd be sitting in bed clutching a hot water bottle and praying for the pain to go away.

My mother had left to discover herself when I was eight, and my father had done a good job raising me so far. But he was at a loss as to what to do.

Eventually, despite my age, he decided that a gynaecologist was the best thing.

Let me tell you, I felt really embarrassed being the youngest one in the waiting room. The other women all looked at me in an accusing manner, as though I'd done something wrong. They probably all thought I was pregnant or had an STD or something! I was really glad when the nurse called my name and I went in.

I explained the problem and the doctor nodded knowingly and suggested the Pill. Something in me rebelled against that idea, and I said, haltingly, "Our religion doesn't believe in the Pill."

I was totally lying, but I didn't want to be messing around with hormones at my age. It seemed unnatural.

The doctor threw up his hands. "A D&C might help, but since you're so young I don't want to do that. If you won't take even a mild form of the Pill, I don't know what to do. If you were older, or married, I'd suggest having children; that seems to help. But since you're not..." He prescribed the strongest medication he dared. "This should help. At least, the pain won't be so bad."

And it did help. I could at least function now, but the pain didn't go away altogether. Also, that offhand remark made by the gynaecologist kept popping back into my mind: "I'd suggest having children". Well, why not? I'd seen slightly older girls than me have them, and they seemed fine. They had support systems to help them, and they seemed mostly happy with their kids...

My problem, of course, was how to get pregnant. I knew how it happened - daddy had given me a 'talk' at age 13 - but most guys didn't seem interested. It could have been the sweet, innocent persona I seemed to project.

I decided I need to project a less innocent persona, so I started to wear shorter skirts, skimpy tops, higher shoes and no underwear. And the boys did sit up and take notice.

My father, bless him, put it down to my 'blossoming' as a teenager and didn't say anything, for which I was profoundly grateful.

The day I finally did it, I went down to watch the football team. I found the school nerd, Andy, sitting in the stands doing his homework. He'd be much easier to start out with than some football player, I reasoned.

I went and stood on the step by him, putting one leg on the step higher. "Hi, Andy."

"H... huh... hi," he squeaked as he looked up... straight into my pantyless crotch.

"Watching them," I indicated the football players, "gets me so hot, know what I mean?"

"Uh... it does?"

"Yeah. And when I get like that, I really want a good fuck."

I thought Andy's eyes were going to bug out. "Why... erm... why are you telling me?"

I nodded towards the football jocks. "Well, they're busy. But you're here."

"M... me?"

"You have a cock, don't you?" I asked rhetorically, seeing the bulge his hard-on was making in his pants. He just swallowed hard, and I took his hand. "Come on, let's find somewhere a little more private."

The school was deserted at this hour, so I pulled Andy into one of the science labs. They all had storerooms, and most of those didn't lock properly. I pushed Andy down onto one of the low benches in the back. "I want you," I said, leaning down and unbuckling his belt. He let me pull his pants down as much as possible without getting up, and then I straddled him.

I wasn't going to tell him that I was a virgin, so I decided to bluff my way through. I positioned myself over his cock, which was a pretty good size for a boy his age, and lowered myself onto it.

It hurt for a minute, but then he moved up under me, thrusting slightly when I didn't move, and it began to feel good. He thrust up into me, and I thrust down onto him, and we got something of a rhythm going.

And then it felt REALLY good! "Oh!" I cried. "Oh, oh! That's... oh!"

Andy grunted, but said nothing even as he fucked his teenage cock into me.

I felt my orgasm approaching just as Andy came. "Uh... uh... UH!" he grunted as he came in me, his sperm shooting into me, where I wanted it. He lay back, but I continued to hump on him until I came as well, my hole contracting and pulling his seed further into me, where it would hopefully do some good.

"That was fantastic," I said, never once letting on that it had been my first time.

"Uh, yeah," he said, blushing.

"We can do it again sometime if you want," I said, and we certainly did!

Andy basically became my boyfriend, although he was still under the delusion that I was fucking other guys. I watched episodes of some space show with him; he helped me with my homework, and we fucked in every conceivable position I could think of (pun definitely intended).

It took nearly eight months, but I finally got pregnant. I felt great relief knowing that I wouldn't have such terrible pain anymore, but also that I'd done what I'd set out to achieve.

Strangely enough, my father never once said anything about my relationship with Andy. We were discreet, but daddy couldn't have missed some subtle signs, like us pulling our clothes straight a few times when he walked into my room.

But now I had to tell him that I was knocked up. I didn't want to start showing before I told him, so as soon as I confirmed it, I went right home and confessed.

"Daddy, I... Andy and I... we... well, I'm going to have a baby."

I didn't expect him to slap me across the face and call me a slut!

I stood there cradling my stinging cheek with tears in my eyes, able only to ask, "Why?"

"You're too young to be letting some guy fuck you," Daddy said.

"I have to have a baby," I said. "The doctor said the period pains stop if you've had a baby."

"THAT'S what this is about?" Daddy looked stunned.

I just nodded.

"I think having it in there will have done it," Daddy said, a determined expression coming over his features. "So now you can go and get rid of it."

I automatically cradled my hands over the baby. "No!"

"You will get an abortion immediately!"

"No!" I yelled again. I couldn't do that. This was a life growing in me, part of me and Andy. I liked Andy. He was sweet and considerate, and becoming very skilled in the art of fucking. I knew he'd love this baby.

"Fine!" Daddy yelled, grabbing my arm. He pulled me into his bedroom and pushed me onto the bed on my back. "Fine. But you're gonna get what you've asked for." And he began to unbuckle his belt.

"Daddy... what..." I asked even as he pulled down his pants and pulled his stiff cock out of his boxers.

"Does baby girl like being fucked? Baby girl gets fucked!" he said, kneeling down by the bed and grabbing my legs.

"No!" I said, trying to scramble away, but I'd waited too long. Daddy had me and I couldn't get away. He pulled my legs open, looking disappointed - but not surprised - that I didn't have any underwear on. "Slut," he said, kneeling up and taking hold of his hard cock with one hand. The other hand continued to hold me in place.

"Daddy... please!" I begged, but he ignored me. His monster cock slid into me! My own father was raping me!

He thrust in and out, hard, making animalistic noises, really getting into what he was doing to me. And to my shame, I started enjoying it. I did like being fucked, and Daddy's cock was a little bigger than Andy's.

My pleadings turned into cries of passion. "Please! Oh, yes! Yes, Daddy, yes! More! Fuck me! More!" This spurred Daddy on, and he leaned down and ripped my shirt, exposing my teenage breasts. Then his mouth latched onto a nipple, and he sucked me so hard that I felt the answering tugs deep inside me, where the baby was, and came and came and came.

I drifted back to myself to find Daddy pulling out of me, having cum inside me while I was half passed out.

"Now THAT was a proper fuck," Daddy said.

I just lay there, his cum leaking out of my pregnant hole.

"You'll be fucking me as well as Andy from now on if you want to keep this baby," Daddy said.

I had no choice but to agree. And you know what? I can't even say that I disliked the idea.