From skipper@usa.pipeline.com Wed Feb 21 07:24:50 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: STORY - Megan and Her Dad
From: skipper@usa.pipeline.com(skipper)
Date: 21 Feb 1996 12:24:50 GMT

I am just a poster and not the author. 
 
 
Megan and her Dad 
 
by Steve Jensen 
 
 
 
Megan was 11 when John and his wife dad 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 15 year old 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 at 15 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 15-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 15 year old  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 15-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. 
 
"Fuck 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?