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I guess I was always kind of a slut... I was the girl that other girls will hang out with, but always kind of look down on. I was suspended from school in the 7th grade after being caught giving a boy in my class a hand job in the boys' bathroom. Then I was suspended again in 9th grade after being caught giving a blow job to another boy. Finally, my parents yanked me out of school and said they would home school me.

I thought this would be fun, because my parents weren't what you'd call normal. My father worked at home on the computer, but it had password protection - even the screen saver was password-protected! My mother also had an unspecific job. She'd leave at 5 pm and return in the early hours of the morning. My father worked when my mother did, so he was usually asleep during the day - I wondered who was going to home school me.

In the end, I did it myself. By the time I was 18 my parents had taught me how to download papers and projects and copy them in my own handwriting, then *grade* them in a forged handwriting! I had to remember to make enough mistakes so I didn't get everything right. It usually took me an hour or two a day to do this, whereas homeschooling would have taken much longer.

My parents didn't care what I did; all they ever said was, "Don't get caught". And I never did. I hung out at bars and even playgrounds; you'd be amazed at how many married men with kids wanted to get hand jobs or blow jobs from a teenager.

One day, things changed. I came home when my dad was in the lounge, and he saw that I still had some guy's cum on my mouth. "What the hell is that?" he asked, coming up to me and wiping it off with his finger.

I lifted my chin defiantly. "You know what it is."

"You gave someone a blow job."

I just nodded, expecting him to let it go at that; they always had before. Even the suspensions hadn't mattered - they'd been mad I'd gotten caught, not at what I'd been doing.

"How many guys have you fucked?" my father asked.

"None," I said.

"Liar," he responded, dragging me by the arm and shoving me down onto the couch.

"It's true," I said. "I like the feeling of power it gives me to have men begging for my mouth. I'm waiting for the right moment to start fucking guys. Maybe when one offers to pay."

My father smiled. "That's my girl."

After that, whenever I got home from one of my little sessions, my father would always ask if I'd fucked anyone yet. The answer was always no.

One day I again left cum on my cheek where it had landed, and once again my father grabbed me. "You could at least clean up," he said.

"But then you wouldn't grab me."

"You want me to grab you?"

"I like you knowing what I've been doing."

At this he shoved me onto the couch again. "You little slut," he said. "You're almost asking for me to... to..."

"What? Fuck me? I am asking."

He was only wearing a pair of baggy shorts, and I *saw* his cock get hard. "You're my daughter," he said.

I spread my legs wide, letting him see my thong, which barely covered my cunt. "You know you want it."

He knelt down and scrutinized my cunt. I was really horny, and it showed. My thong was wet, and cunt juice was glistening on the parts of my pussy not covered by my underwear.

"You're really ripe for it, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically.

I just writhed, trying to open my legs wider.

And then my own father grabbed the scrap of lace with both hands and ripped it, leaving my hole exposed. "Take off your shirt," he said, not taking his eyes off my cunt.

It was hard to do from the weird position I was in, but I managed to undo the buttons and open the shirt. I was wearing a sexy bra the same color as the shirt (bright orange), and my father finally paid attention.

He once again grabbed the lace and ripped the bra in the front, peeling it from my tits. They weren't fully developed yet, but I had inherited my mother's C-cups.

"That's sexy," my father murmured to himself as he traced patterns around my aureoles with a finger wet with my cunt juice. Then he sucked a nipple into his mouth, and my world exploded.

No guy had ever done that; the most they wanted to do was feel me up. But now a tongue was licking the tip of my nipple and swirling around it, and sucking, then licking... I lay back, limp with pleasure, and groaned.

My father switched to the other nipple, even as he wet his finger in my cunt again and played with the nipple he wasn't sucking. It was the most pleasure I'd ever felt above my waist.

Then daddy left my nipple and moved downwards, spreading my cunt lips wide. I wanted to protest that I wasn't quite ready when he sucked my clit into his mouth!

"Aaaahhh!" I yelled.

"Like that, huh?"

"Yes... oh, yes... yes!"

"You'll like this better," he said as he pulled his cock through the gap in his shorts and rammed it into me in one go!

"Urgh!" I moaned, yet it didn't hurt. I had broken my own hymen while exploring the possibilities of finger-fucking when I was about 12, but I had short fingers and hadn't really seen the point. So daddy's cock slid right in, making itself at home in my fuck hole.

It was uncomfortable, but the thought of finally having a cock in me made me want more. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me!" I cried as he pulled out v-e-r-y slowly and then rammed back in.

I thrashed my head against the back of the couch, and opened my eyes to find my mother watching us from the door. She didn't seem angry; in fact, she looked like she was enjoying the show.

My father's cock was massaging me just right, and I felt the licks of a great orgasm start within me. I pinched my own nipples, increasing my pleasure, as daddy started to thrust faster and harder inside me.

"I'm... guh... gonna... cum... soon," he said.

"Do it, do it, do it," I repeated, unable to say anything else.

"H... have to pull... pull... out... pregnant..." he mumbled.

"No, cum in me, cum inside me, fuck me!" I cried, as daddy threw his head back and did just that, his semen spurting from his cock up into my womb where it would do the most good. I gripped the back of the couch and came as well, my cunt contracting around his cock, pulling his sperm even deeper into me.

Daddy collapsed on me, and his cock slipped out. I felt my mother urging him away, and then female hands pushed my legs together. "You'll be sore tomorrow," she said.

"Worth it," I whispered.

"You slut," she said, but it was with affection.

***

I didn't get pregnant that time, but four months later I caught. It was daddy's baby, as all thoughts of other men departed from my head. I only wanted daddy's mouth and daddy's cock, and I got them, in spades.

I was seven months along when I rushed in from picking up a few maternity things and bypassed daddy, heading for the toilet.

"Stop."

When daddy commanded, I listened. I stopped.

"What's the rush?"

"I have to pee," I said. "Your baby is pressing on my bladder."

"Not in here," he said, pulling me away from the bathroom.

He led me outside to our private back yard. "Now, wet those sexy panties for me."

Seven months pregnant with my father's child and still wearing a thong, I lifted my skirt, spread my legs apart and peed. The yellow piss ran out of my tiny covering, down the side of my leg, into my sandal and onto the grass.

As I finished and the last drops fell, I smiled at daddy who was sporting a hard-on. "Turn you on?" I asked.

"You have no idea," he said.

Daddy guided me to the low shelf by the washing line where we sat the laundry basket and lay me there.

Legs apart, wet thong pushed aside, I was thoroughly fucked by my daddy. And I loved every minute of it.

"I love fucking you," he said when he'd cum inside me.

"I love it when you fuck me," I answered.

"Can I piss on you?"

That was a new one for me. But I didn't hesitate. I unbuttoned the top of the dress, letting my braless tits spring out. Daddy didn't like me to wear a bra ("Constrain those fantastic tits? I think not!"), so I had stopped wearing them months ago.

My father took hold of his cock, still glistening with my juices, and let loose. The warm - almost hot - piss hit my tits, making me horny all over again. Then daddy moved downward, never letting up, and finally the last of his piss fell on my still-open cunt.

I came, my back arching as much as it was able, as I groaned daddy's name to the skies.

Daddy stood there and stroked his cock back to hardness. "You want more?"

I certainly did.

We fucked until three weeks before the baby was born. I did heed the doctor's advice and abstained from vaginal sex for six weeks after, but I still had hands and a mouth, and my experience in this area pleased daddy almost as much as fucking me had.

I found out two months after giving birth that daddy designed super-secret *software* for the government, and that mommy was a part-time nurse who just like the night shift and didn't like people knowing about her job (I suppose wanting to avoid people asking her for medical advice). It was actually rather disappointing, but my own evil thoughts as to their real occupations led me here, to a wonderful sexual relationship with my father, so I can hardly complain.

Of course, we still fuck, and have the occasional piss-fest. And if I get knocked up again, I'll be thrilled. I'd love to have another baby with daddy.

How he still finds time to fuck mommy I'll never know.