From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Megan and her Dad   
   by bobandcarole   
      
   Megan was 11 when John and his wife dad split up. He had movedout of   
   state,   
   and even though he had really wanted to see Meganand he had visitation   
   rights, there was just not enough money fora ticket. That wasn't a   
   problem   
   anymore, though, because hiswork 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   
   Megana first-class round trip ticket to come see him for three   
   weeksover   
   the summer break.   
      
   As he waited nervously at the gate, the door finally opened andpeople   
   started exiting the plane. It had been four years sincehe had seen his   
   daughter -- what would she look like now? Hewondered if she would blame   
   him   
   for leaving even though it wasalways clear that it was never his idea.   
   He   
   didn't have to waitlong -- she was one of the first off the plane.   
      
   She was really different than John had remembered. She was muchtaller,   
   her   
   pretty blonde hair had grown out, her figure was nowthat of a young   
   woman.   
   She wore a tight cotton blouse thataccentuated her nicely developing   
   breasts. It matched nicelywith a very short levi skirt that presented   
   her   
   thighs as theygave way to her long, luscious female legs. He marveled   
   at   
   howshe had grown and, at the same time, was feeling guilty about theway   
   he   
   was evaluating his own daughter but had little chance toreflect before   
   her   
   cries of "Daddy!" preceded her running up andthrowing her arms around   
   his   
   neck. No worries about how she feltabout him now, she thought.   
      
   On the way from the airport, Megan chattered constantly. Shetalked   
   about   
   school and boys; her mom, boys, girlfriends, boys,how neat his car was   
   and   
   how neat some boys were. John couldunderstand how boys would be crazy   
   about   
   her -- she was verypretty 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 theypulled   
   into   
   the driveway, "I bought a new bathing suit just forhere." It wasn't   
   long   
   until Megan was standing before him iswhat had to be the scantiest   
   bikini   
   that he had seen... and helived at the beach. A string bikini, it was   
   almost the samecolor as her skin and it didn't take much imagination to   
   visualize her without it there at all. John quickly debatedwhether he   
   should protest her wearing it out but decided that itwouldn't do for   
   him to   
   come off as a heavy-handed father rightaway. After all, it had been   
   four   
   years since they had beentogether.   
      
   As the first couple days of Megan's visit went by, John keptcatching   
   himself with feelings he didn't understand. He wasfrequently getting   
   erections while in Megan's presence. He keptdebating in his mind   
   whether   
   she was a virgin and imagining herdoing it with a boy. And he really   
   questioned if Megan wasintentionally trying to flirt with him or if it   
   was   
   just innocentteenage sexiness showing through.   
      
   On the third night of her stay, Megan and her Dad sat on thecouch in   
   the   
   living room and watched the surf crash against thebeach below. "I   
   thought   
   you would have a girlfriend by now,"Megan told her father, "I mean a   
   rich,   
   good looking bachelor likeyourself, I kinda expected all these women.   
   You   
   aren't keepingthem 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 bedoin' it   
   with   
   somebody -- nobody can hold out forever," Meganteased.   
      
   John was not quite sure how to react. He was not comfortablediscussing   
   sex   
   with his 15-year-old daughter, but then maybe heshould. 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 theresomething in particular that I can tell you about or explain   
   foryou about, uh, sex or whatever?"   
      
   "Gee, like it's not like I'm a virgin or anything," she told herfather,   
   "not since the seventh grade, anyway," she added matter-of-factly.   
      
   John felt a wave of heat and then a chill cover his body. Heknew the   
   answer   
   now. She had done it with a boy. He didn'tunderstand the feeling he was   
   getting, one that was causing himto achieve an erection. He knew that   
   he   
   was entering a dangerousarea with this conversation, but he couldn't   
   help   
   himself. Hewanted to see if Megan would talk about her experience.   
   "Oh,you've had sex with a boy then?," he asked, hoping the shakingin   
   his   
   voice wasn't showing through.   
      
   Megan shifted in place on the couch so that now she was facinghim and   
   not   
   the window. "Boys, plural," she corrected "afterall, I don't exactly   
   live   
   on the moon, you know. But I don'treally like boys my age unless they   
   are   
   really, really cute. Because they just rush through, do it, and then   
   blab   
   to everybodyhow great they were."   
      
   John was having a little trouble catching his breath. Maybe ifhe just   
   pretended that Meg wasn't his daughter, he could holdthis conversation   
   with   
   her. It was getting him terribly excited. "I can see where that would   
   be a   
   problem. So you have older guysthat you do it with then? What kind of   
   stuff   
   do you do? Wheredo you go?"   
      
   Megan went on to tell her dad about the guy who was 23, herfriends   
   brother,   
   who she did it with when she stayed overnightwith a friend. She snuck   
   into   
   his room after her friend fellasleep.   
      
   Last year, where she would have goneagain this year if she hadn't come   
   to   
   see him instead. She hadmanaged 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   
   woodson a blanket.   
      
   As she related her experiences, John's sexual excitementintensified. He   
   had   
   to frequently gasp for breaths. He felt hiserection stiffen as Meg   
   chatted   
   on. And then she noticed hishard-on.   
      
   "Gee, daddy, I have gotten you all excited," she said. "Least Icould do   
   is   
   take care of that for you," she offered.   
      
   "Baby, we really shouldn't even be talking like this. I am yourdad and   
   what   
   we are doing is not right. Even thinking about itisn'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 justbecause they were cute.   
   So   
   what is wrong with doing it with myDaddy who I love. And, in case   
   you're   
   wondering, I am on thepill."   
      
   "But darling, uh," he protested vainly. It would do no good. She knew   
   he   
   was sexually aroused and now she was going to pursuethe matter. "Maybe   
   if   
   we just keep talking. Maybe I could doit 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 whenI was   
   in   
   the 8th grade. It was a blast."   
      
      
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