DADDY AND HIS DAUGHTER MEGAN

DADDY AND HIS DAUGHTER MEGAN

Megan was 12 when John and his wife Had split up.  He had moved

out of state, and even though he had really wanted to see Megan
and he had visitation rights, there was just not enough money for
a ticket.  That wasn't a problem anymore, though, because his
work had finally paid off.  He had a beach front house at Malibu,
a brand new 944 in the garage and, most of all, had sent Megan
a first-class round trip ticket to come see him for three weeks
over the summer break.

As he waited nervously at the gate, the door finally opened and
people started exiting the plane.  It had been four years since
he had seen his daughter -- what would she look like now?  He
wondered if she would blame him for leaving even though it was
always clear that it was never his idea.   He didn't have to wait
long -- she was one of the first off the plane.

She was really different than John had remembered.  She was much
taller, her pretty blonde hair had grown out, her figure was now
that of a young woman.  She wore a tight cotton blouse that
accentuated her nicely developing breasts.  It matched nicely
with a very short levi skirt that presented her thighs as they
gave way to her long, luscious female legs.  He marveled at how
she had grown and, at the same time, was feeling guilty about the
way he was evaluating his own daughter but had little chance to
reflect before her cries of "Daddy!" preceded her running up and
throwing her arms around his neck.  No worries about how she felt
about him now, she thought.

On the way from the airport, Megan chattered constantly.  She
talked about school and boys; her mom, boys, girlfriends, boys,
how neat his car was and how neat some boys were.  John could
understand how boys would be crazy about her -- she was very
pretty by anyone's standards.  But Meg was definitely boy crazy -
- something she had, no doubt, picked up from her mother.


"I can't wait to get to the beach, Daddy!", Megan said as they
pulled into the driveway,  "I bought a new bathing suit just for
here."  It wasn't long until Megan was standing before him is
what had to be the scantiest bikini that he had seen... and he
lived at the beach.  A string bikini, it was almost the same
color as her skin and it didn't take much imagination to
visualize her without it there at all.  John quickly debated
whether he should protest her wearing it out but decided that it
wouldn't do for him to come off as a heavy-handed father right
away.  After all, it had been four years since they had been
together.

As the first couple days of Megan's visit went by, John kept
catching himself with feelings he didn't understand.  He was
frequently getting erections while in Megan's presence.  He kept
debating in his mind whether she was a virgin and imagining her
doing it with a boy.  And he really questioned if Megan was
intentionally trying to flirt with him or if it was just innocent
teenage sexiness showing through.

On the third night of her stay, Megan and her Dad sat on the
couch in the living room and watched the surf crash against the
beach below.  "I thought you would have a girlfriend by now,"
Megan told her father, "I mean a rich, good looking bachelor like
yourself, I kinda expected all these women.  You aren't keeping
them away because of me, are you?"

"I just haven't had a lot of time for women, baby," he told her,
"But I do manage to go out once in a while," he added.

"What's she like?," she Megan asked her dad.

"Who?," he asked.

"The girl that you're getting it on with.  Like, you gotta be
doin' it with somebody -- nobody can hold out forever," Megan
teased.

John was not quite sure how to react.  He was not comfortable
discussing sex with his 16-year-old daughter, but then maybe he
should.  Somebody would have to sooner or later, he thought...
maybe this was her way of bringing up the subject for discussion.
"Well, I have friends and all, dear," he explained "is there
something in particular that I can tell you about or explain for
you about, uh, sex or whatever?"

"Gee, like it's not like I'm a virgin or anything," she told her
father, "not since the seventh grade, anyway," she added matter-
of-factly.

John felt a wave of heat and then a chill cover his body.  He
knew the answer now.  She had done it with a boy.  He didn't
understand the feeling he was getting, one that was causing him
to achieve an erection.  He knew that he was entering a dangerous
area with this conversation, but he couldn't help himself.  He
wanted to see if Megan would talk about her experience.  "Oh,
you've had sex with a boy then?," he asked, hoping the shaking
in his voice wasn't showing through.

Megan shifted in place on the couch so that now she was facing
him and not the window.  "Boys, plural," she corrected "after
all, I don't exactly live on the moon, you know.  But I don't
really like boys my age unless they are really, really cute.
Because they just rush through, do it, and then blab to everybody
how great they were."

John was having a little trouble catching his breath.  Maybe if
he just pretended that Meg wasn't his daughter, he could hold
this conversation with her.  It was getting him terribly excited.
"I can see where that would be a problem.  So you have older guys
that you do it with then?  What kind of stuff do you do?  Where
do you go?"

Megan went on to tell her dad about the guy who was 23, her
friends brother, who she did it with when she stayed overnight
with a friend.  She snuck into his room after her friend fell
asleep.

And she talked about camp last year, where she would have gone
again this year if she hadn't come to see him instead.  She had
managed to get it on with a counselor who was 19 and in college.
They did it at first in the camp bus and then out in the woods
on a blanket.

As she related her experiences, John's sexual excitement
intensified.  He had to frequently gasp for breaths.  He felt his
erection stiffen as Meg chatted on.  And then she noticed his
hard-on.

"Gee, daddy, I have gotten you all excited," she said. "Least I
could do is take care of that for you," she offered.

"Baby, we really shouldn't even be talking like this.  I am your
dad and what we are doing is not right.  Even thinking about it
isn't right," he told her.

"Daddy, I know girls that do it with their dads.  I mean, like,
I have done it with guys that I didn't really even like just
because they were cute.  So what is wrong with doing it with my
Daddy who I love.  And, in case you're wondering, I am on the
pill."

"But darling, uh," he protested vainly.  It would do no good.
She knew he was sexually aroused and now she was going to pursue
the matter.  "Maybe if we just keep talking.  Maybe I could do
it to myself, masturbate, and you could watch, if you want to."

"I could do a strip show for you... I did it for these boys when
I was in the 8th grade.  It was a blast."

John was too far gone to say anything more in protest.  He knew
now that he was going to have some sort of sexual encounter with
his beautiful teenage daughter, it was just a matter of how far
it would go.  "Let's go in my room... someone could see in the
window from the beach," he told her.

She led the way, and the sight of her firm round buns inside her
denim shorts made him even hotter.  When they reached his room,
she turned on the  stereo, adjusted the track lighting and stood
in front of the mirrored sliding closet doors.  As John sat on
the bed, she placed both thumbs inside her shorts and started to
dance in a grinding rhythm.  She unbuttoned the top button on her
shorts and unzipped the fly so that her dad had a nice view of
the light blue cotton bikini panties underneath.

One hand went underneath the wasteband and it became obvious to
John from the movement she was making that she was fingering
herself.  With the other hand, she unbuttoned her blouse,
exposing her developing titties to her father.  While she
fingered herself with one hand, she pinched her nipple with the
other, her pelvis undulating to the music.  The outright lewdness
had gotten John so hot that he didn't even notice that he was
rubbing his crotch in front of the girl.

"Stand up, Daddy," she told him, now standing directly in front
of him.  As he stood, she grasped both sides of the wasteband of
his shorts and pulled them and his jockey shorts down.. His huge
member stood straight out, waving uncontrollably.   She then
backed up a couple of steps and slowly slipped her denim shorts
over her thighs while still moving her hips to the music.

As John lay back on the bed, his cock aching from the prolonged
erection, he told his daughter with only half the required
enthusiasm, "You know, baby, we shouldn't be doing this.  You are
not old enough for any man, least of all your father."  Inside
he really hoped she wouldn't listen.  She didn't.

Standing by the bed, she removed her blouse completely, giving
him full view of her small, round orange-sized breasts.  She sat
next to him now clad only in  cotton bikini panties so tight that
he could see the outline of the mound between her legs.  "So what
if we do it, Daddy?  "Like I said, I've done it with boys I
didn't even like -- and I love you.  Just pretend I am some chick
you picked up somewhere, if it makes you feel better, and do
everything you want to me.  Tell me what you want me to do to you
-- anything!"  Megan had reached over, ignoring her dad's mild
protests, and started gently caressing his balls.

"You are not the only Dad that does it with his daughter, you
know.  I have friends that do it with their dad all the time.
And besides, it isn't like it's your idea, you are being seduced
by a horny 16-year-old.  What man can resist that?", she asked.

"Let me see your cunt then, Megan.  Pull your panties off and
straddle my face so I can look up your hole and see how my little
girl has grown... and where boys have fucked her," John panted,
now giving way to a wave of incestuous lust that was about to
overcome him.

Megan stood, and with a sly grin slipped the panties over her
hips.  John gasped at the sign of her clean-shaven pussy.  Megan
put one foot up on the bed, shifting her weight to the other and
using a hand to spread her slit apart.  She ran the tip of her
finger slowly and obscenely in and out of her hole.  John placed
his hands on her buns and pulled her closer to him.  As she
continued to finger her hole, he worked his tongue up inside her.

Megan climaxed, shuddering in wave after wave of orgasm.  Her dad
held her cunt close to his face as her fluids gushed all over his
face.  John eagerly licked at his daughters cunt until her spasms
stopped.

"Oh, god, daddy, You are so good with your tongue.  I have never
felt that good before,"  she told her dad, still catching her
breath.

John laid back on the bed, now propped on his elbows.  His
daughters bald clit was glistening with his saliva and her cum.
Megan, once again, started fingering her hole while she turned
her attention tho her dad's erect cock.

"Oh, daddy, that is so big!  Do you think it will fit in here?",
asked Megan, now standing on the bed with both feet astride her
father.  She then dropped to her knees, her pussy now only inches
from her father's cock.

"Do your friends father's cocks fit in their cunts, baby?", asked
John now grasping for breath.  Before he knew it she was
astraddle him and his cock was touching the entrance to her hole.
She began to rest herself on the head of his cock as it slowly
pushed up into her canal.  He held her up by cupping his hands
on her buns and she moved down pushing with her knees.  "You
fucking little whore!" he said as his cock deepened into his
daughter's cunt.

"f*ck me, Daddy.  Make me cum.  Shoot your wad in my hole.  Give
me the same cum that you gave mommie when you started me.  Shoot
it deep in my cunt!," Megan wailed as her father pumped wildly
into her now outstretched cunt.  She felt the head of his cock
striking the back of her cunt and then the hair on his thighs
made contact with her smooth buns -- she knew he was all the way
in.

Then it happened.  John's cock erupted with wild gushing fury,
spewing hot sticky load after load into the girl.  She had
started cumming again.  They continued to slam themselves wildly
at each other, both entirely lost in passion.  The sperm was now
gushing out of Megans cunt and dripping obscenely down the inside
of her thighs.  A froth of white foam  circled the entrance to
her hole as John churned his semen inside his daughter.

They woke up hours later, arm in arm, naked, their bodies still
entwined.  The summer continued with the two incestuous partners
sharing their bodies between themselves as if nothing were wrong.
And considering the true love between them, who is to say that
anything is wrong?