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I'm a living cliche. You ever read that book "Lace" that was infamous in the '80s? No? In it, a young teenager gets into all sorts of trouble because she develops early. That was me. At eight I already had budding boobs, by ten I was a 34C, and by twelve I was a 38DD. My back ached from the extra strain and I begged my mother to let me have a reduction, but she refused because I was "still growing".

Of course, even though I was still young, the boobs made me look at least a couple of years older, and guys were always hitting on me. I was naive and innocent, not knowing why they kept trying to get me to "park" with them. I kept on saying no, no, but when I started my periods (at 13), I gained something of an understanding when the hormones hit. I started letting guys take me to park. They always wanted to fondle, suck and chew on my tits, and I let them. My tits weren't particularly sensitive then, so I managed to keep a clear head. Guys tried to fuck me all the time, but I never let them. I'd blow them, give them hand jobs, or let them rub themselves off between my tits instead. Most of them were very happy with that.

I realised that I could pull any guy I wanted just by flashing my tits, so I
started dressing in outfits that would show them off. Flimsy tops,
see-through materials, no bras, that kind of thing. The other girls in my
school hated me for it, especially when their boyfriends (whom they would
not allow to fuck them) would take me to football games, the movies, etc. They
know I "put out", even if they didn't know that I did it with my hands,
mouth and boobs instead of my snatch.

In the ninth grade I finally lost my virginity. I was parking with Dave (he
was a football player - not the quarterback, unfortunately) and he had me on
my back in the back seat, and was of course sucking my tits and making
appreciative noises. I was quite wet but hadn't noticed as I enjoyed having
Dave on me, paying attention to me.

I was wearing a thong that day - other girls had made fun of me for my
"sensible panties", so I'd switched. Dave's fingers were suddenly under my
skirt, at my cunt! I tried to squirm away, but he wouldn't have it. One move
and two fingers went right in, stretching me, going where no man had gone
before! I grunted, but he began to move them in and out (I didn't seem to
have a hymen - must have been all those sports I'd played as a child) and it
started to feel really, really good.

I arched my back, tilting my pelvis up, and let him finger-fuck me. Just as
I was approaching orgasm, he pulled his fingers out. "No!" I protested.

"Don't worry, baby, I've got something much better!" He opened his pants and
pulled out his cock.

"No!" I said.

"You want it," he said. "You were about to cum on my fingers. Trust me,
cumming on my cock is even better! It'll feel sooo good!"

I didn't move, just lay there and waited. And he didn't make me wait for
more than a few seconds - he shoved right in, burying himself balls-deep in my
cunt.

"Ah! Ah!" I grunted, in time with his thrusts as he fucked me. I was fucking
right back just as hard, our bodies slapping together as we went at it: all
instinct, no thought.

It was over way too soon. Dave shoved in hard on the last stroke and held
there, his face contorted as his sperm pumped into me, as his balls emptied
themselves through his cock, into my fertile cunt. I reached my hand down
and rubbed myself, managing to get off just as Dave was finishing. The
contractions pulled his sperm further into me, almost guaranteeing I'd get
pregnant.

When it was over and Dave was ignoring me and listening to the game on the
radio, I promised myself I'd never let it happen again...

Until two days later, when Lenny (the school geek and president of the chess
club) actually got up the courage to ask me out. I said yes, since Lenny was
shy and I didn't want to hurt his feelings. For a geek, Lenny was really
hung. And for a geek he could certainly fuck. He said afterwards that I
"inspired" him.

I got pregnant, of course, and had no idea who the father was. I'd fucked
like eight guys in that time.

When I told her, my mother looked at me in disgust and said I wasn't going
to "shame her" anymore. She took some job at an overseas office and flew off to
her new life before I was even showing.

I'm sure you know what comes next. As I said, a living cliche. Yes, my
father decided that since I was pregnant it was okay to fuck me. One night I was
woken up by his hand travelling up my leg.

"You'll have to take her place now," he said. "You drove her away, so you'll
have to take care of Daddy."

And I did. Daddy showed me what the difference was between adolescent boys
and a mature man. He turned me on to just how sensitive a girl's nipples
could be. He spent hours getting intimately acquainted with my clit and
making me come multiple times. Only when I was lying there completely
exhausted, a wet spot beneath me from all the pussy juice I'd made, did he
put his cock in me and fuck me. He loved to see me "get mine" before he put
it in me and "got his".

We fucked right up until the eighth month of my pregnancy. Daddy's cock
dictated our schedule. I'd be sitting at the table eating when Daddy would
suddenly announce, "Cocky needs attention."

This was my cue to get up, pull down my underwear, straddle Daddy and fuck
myself on his cock until he came inside me. I usually came as well, having
managed to synchronise my needs with his.

Even when we were out, Daddy could announce his needs. We started
pronouncing
"Cocky" as "Corky", so people thought we were talking about a younger
sibling
(I was an only child). We'd be in the store when Daddy would suddenly say,
"Corky needs you, I think," and we'd have to pay and leave in a hurry. We'd
get in the car, which had newly-tinted windows, and I'd lie down on the back
seat and wait for him to insert Corky.

We even fucked at my grandparents' house on Thanksgiving. I was helping Gran
wash up when Daddy literally poked his head round the door and said, "Honey,
Corky's on the phone. I think you can take it in the bathroom; it's quieter
there."

I stepped into the bathroom to find Daddy standing there with the cellphone
aimed at his penis! "I wouldn't want to lie to my mother," he said, even as
he lifted me onto the vanity, pushed my legs apart, ripped my thong off, and
slid his cock into me. I came so hard that day that my uncle heard my
groans, but I convinced him that Corky had been telling me about schoolwork. (It
wasn't exactly a lie; I WAS taking Biology...)

But when I had the baby, Daddy stopped. I knew he was scared he'd knock me
up, and he didn't want to take any chances of having a deformed baby. I fed
the baby for two weeks to make sure he'd get the antibodies he needed, then
I announced I wanted to give him up for adoption.

My father's sister was aghast that I'd be letting the child go to
"outsiders", so she said they'd adopt him. It was fine with me; at least
he'd still be in my life. I even expressed milk for him for a few weeks until it
dried up.

The kids at my school thought it funny that the slut (me) had had to "give
her baby away", and made fun of me. But the guys were soon vying for the
oppotunity to be the next one to knock me up. And I did want to be knocked
up again - how else would I get Corky inside me again?

Five frustrating months down the line, I showed my father the positive
pregnancy test. His cock was inside me ten seconds later. After we'd both
cum and I was slumped exhausted over him I said, "I'll keep having babies by
other men or I can just go on the Pill." Daddy agreed that the Pill would be
easier, and gave me a permission letter so I could get a prescription once
the baby was born.

Another boy, this baby was adopted by a friend of the family.

I never did bother to take the Pill, of course. And I started declining
dates with other boys. Why date, when the cock I really wanted was at home?

The third baby was Daddy's. He had no idea - I claimed I'd forgotten to take
my Pill a couple of times, and that Adam, a guy on the basketball team, had
fucked me. After the third baby was born I had some problems with my
reproductive organs and had to have a hysterectomy. So I kept the third
baby, a girl I named (no, not Corky, that would be sick) Carla.

Now that Daddy could fuck me with worrying, it was great. We had to move -
in fact we immigrated - so that no one would know that we were committing
incest right under their noses. We didn't want Carla to know that her mother and
father (even though her father didn't know he was her biological father)
were really father and daughter.

Carla is eleven now, and has boobs just like mine. The boys are already
eyeing her. I've caught Daddy looking, too. But it won't really bother me if
she ends up fucking boys and getting pregnant - it didn't hurt me! I'd love
to have another baby around. I'm not sure what I'll do if Daddy wants to get
his cock in her, though.

Maybe I'll watch.