Taylor Maid Ch. 03: Conversion

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John and Megan come to terms.
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Part 3 of the 3 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 04/05/2017
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All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.

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As soon as Francesca Taylor cleared the living room, and disappeared down the hall to the bedrooms, 19-year old Megan slipped around the square oak table in the breakfast nook and sat in her mother's vacated chair, next to her father, John. Her dad had just dealt two three-card hands, and laid four cards, face-up in a 2 x 2 square, preparatory to a new game of Scopa.

Megan put her small left hand on top of John's right wrist, stopping any further movement. "Dad," she said, in low tones, "I thought you knew I wasn't talking about card lessons when I asked if you could stay up and drill me."

John grinned, chuckling softly at his daughter's naivete. "Of course, I knew, Petunia," he replied, pushing the undealt pack aside with his left hand. "But don't you think it would be smart to have a hand dealt, in case your mom returns, unexpectedly, because she forgot something or another?" He leaned over and kissed Megan lightly on her left cheek. "Pick up your hand," he directed, "It's your play."

After a few turns it seemed unlikely Francesca would make a surprise reappearance. Megan had thought she heard doors open and down the hall, but neither her mother nor her brother had shown, and now the house was still, except for cards snapping and scraping on the table's oak surface.

Suddenly Megan tossed her cards onto the faced array, jumbling them as she scooted her chair back and stood up. "You can be so... AGGRAVATING. Daddy!" She burst, petulantly stamping a flat-soled strappy sandal on the alcove's shiny mottled rose terrazzo floor. "I thought we were going to FUCK after mom left the room," she said with a pout, quickly stepping behind John's chair. She leaned over his head, bracing his neck between her breasts, resting their heaviness on his shoulder tops. "Don't you WANT to?" She cooed into his hair, stroking soft warm hands across his cheeks, down to his chest and flattening them against his burly chest. "I thought we had a good time today," she buzzed, undoing the wooden buttons on his silk Hawaiian shirt and twining her fingers in the curly mat covering his pecs.

The speed and totality of his daughter's attack left John momentarily speechless, but his body was hardly caught unawares and responded naturally to her proximate heat. John pushed the table edge. Its legs, and those of the straight chairs, screeched briefly as they slid forward a foot on the polished floor. Finding his voice, he swiveled and stood in a single motion, pulling Megan into an inescapable bear hug. "I absolutely want... to fuck... you, Petunia," he slowly growled convincingly, low in his throat. He heard her breath whoosh as he squeezed her, crushing her breasts, bare but for the chiffon floral film of the bandage ties crisscrossing her chest. His left hand rubbed across Megan's ass. Its fingers crawled beneath her flowing flowery skirt. While he compressed his daughter's torso to his body, she raked her fingernails up and down against his back inside his open silk shirt.

"Nnnaaahh," Megan moaned, as her father's small hard pips stabbed her flattened areolae and shot overloaded electric jolts to the juice taps in her cunny. John grinned over Megan's shoulder when his probing left hand felt the triggered flow soak the crotch of her rompers. He pushed the thin sodden fabric into her excited pussy and flicked her nub with his thumbnail. "AAAHHnnnnn," Megan mewled loudly, squirming in the close embrace.

"You are a noisy little pup, aren't you," John laughed softly in Megan's ear as he diddled her button. She groaned, louder still, biting her dad's neck and thrusting her twat hard onto his fingers while she clawed his lats. "Maybe we should go to my office, huh, Petunia?" He whispered, removing his hands from her trembling body and stepping back.

Megan whimpered and nodded, holding out her left hand. John took it in his right paw and led his primed playmate through the kitchen slider, across the patio to his home office built onto the garage's back wall. He closed and locked the door behind them as they entered, flipping a wall switch lighting a pole torchiere in the back corner of the eight-by-ten foot windowless room.

As far a Megan knew, no one but her father had ever been in this room. Certainly it had always been off-limits to her and to Wally. Along the short far wall, in front of the tall lamp, was a fuzzy retro armless sofa with worn shaggy gray mohair upholstery. Two large triangular zebra striped pillows were tossed haphazardly on its seat. Beside it, on the long wall, were John's desk and office chair, a file cabinet , a wastebasket and a small refrigerator. In the corner nearest the door Megan saw her dad's golf clubs. The floor and the walls were fully carpeted with a rich deep blue thick shag carpet. The torchiere reflected its bright halogen light off the cream acoustical ceiling tiles and cast odd feathery shadows across the cork bulletin board above John's desk.

John stepped to the corner of the sofa, opposite the garage wall, and turned on a radio. It was tuned to a classical music station and Pachelbel's 'Canon in D' filled the close blue room. He turned to the teenager and said, "See the acoustical tiles and the wall carpet? They keep the music mellow." He smiled. "The office isn't exactly soundproof," he laughed, "but I'm pretty sure we can't be heard in the house, no matter how noisy we might get." He sat in the center of the couch, spread his legs and held out his arms. "Come her, Petunia, Daddy wants to to unwrap your presents."

Megan promptly stood between John's legs, facing the red, white and gray Callaway golf bag by the door. John ran his hands lightly up the outside of her legs under the flare skirting and her riprapped tummy to Megan's armpits. She shivered in anticipation. His fingers pulled the bow at the back of her neck and the white floral ties fell to Megan's waist. John cupped her tits and leaned forward, kissing her backbone just north of the chiffon border. He unraveled the bandage straps and slipped the romper shorts down to Megan's ankles. She trembled as his hands stroked slowly back up her legs to her hips.

Megan," John asked reverently, "Do you even know what a perfect ass you have?" He kissed each round cheek and spread their quivering mass with his thumbs, exposing his daughter's crinkled, tight rosebud to closer inspection.

"Um, thank you Daddy," Megan replied, temporizing, because she did not know really how to respond to her father's compliment. Her bottom knew how to respond to his tongue, however and she wriggled and pushed back automatically against John's probing lingua. "Ummmm, that tickles me and also makes my pussy tingle," she observed, flexing her glutes and pinching her father's tongue with her rectum. "Why is that?" She asked, innocently, although she remembered how hard her honey had flowed when Uncle Claude spanked her in Manitou Springs.

John backed his face away and answered, "You have a whole network of pleasure nerves, Petunia, and they react in surprising combinations, sometimes." He pulled Megan toward him, spinning her 90 degrees to the right and outside his thighs. Before she knew it, she was sprawled face down on the sofa, across her father's lap. WHACK! WHACK! John delivered two sharp firm smacks to her naked buttocks. "YAI!" Megan yipped, shocked by the sudden brutality. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Thrice more John delivered resounding blows to the teen's reddening bottom. Megan stopped yipping and began crying in earnest. "That HURTS!" She protested, trying unsuccessfully to right herself. John's left hand in the middle of her shoulder blades kept her pinned to the mohair sofa. "Uncle Claude's paddling was kind of fun," Megan thought to herself, sobbing into a zebra pillow and kicking her feet with every blow, "But this really smarts!"

"Does it, Petunia?" John asked. WHACK! He landed another hard spank, but did not lift his hand from her hot flesh. "Let's see if this feels better, then," he suggested, gently rubbing a circuit around her flaming cheeks. "Uhnnn-hunh," He heard Megan blubber as the searing pain morphed into a seeping warmth accompanying the ooze now draining freely from her plump pussy lips onto John's chinos. "Why, Sweetie!" John exclaimed softly, continuing his tender massage, "Something tells me you're about ready for Daddy..." His hand slipped along her ass crack and his fingers probed her peach slit with small dips, then returned to her anus and painted its rim with her grease. He augured his slicked thumb into her butt as his first two fingers slid to the top of her pussy and twiddled her clit. "Is your little man in the boat ready to row for shore?" John breathed the question huskily. "I think a storm is COMMMMMing, soon!" He crooned as he pinched and wiggled his digits.

"AYYYEEESSSSS!" Megan screeched as her orgasm breached, "I'm READY DADDY!" She writhed like a snake, kicking her legs and clutching the fat striped pillow, crying jubilantly as John rhythmically plunged and tugged his fingers and pollux while pressing his left hand in a hard slide between her scapulae.

"Well, alright, then, my Sweet Petunia," John said, hoarsely, over the cacophony, removing his right hand from Megan's holes, "Let Daddy stand and get ready, too." She curled and raised her legs, allowing him to stand, then he guided her back to her prone position on the couch. John gently patted Megan's hot bottom. "Don't move," he said, unbuckling and dropping his chinos.

Megan heard his zipper and the rustling falling slacks. She looked over her right shoulder and saw John's rampant one-eyed wonder waving under his paunch. "Oh HURRY, Daddy! HURRY! I'm losing the thrill... I NEEEED you IN ME!" She urged desperately as she wiggled and shook her bright pink pudding cheeks.

John kicked his legs and feet free of his trousers and loafers then climbed on his knees onto the sofa astride his daughter's legs. "OK, Sweetie," he growled, "Keep holding that pillow and scoot up your knees." He grasped Megan's hips by her love-handles and pulled up as she moved between his legs. His dangling balls bounced and rolled in their sack against her rising ass. "Perfect!" John complimented when her hams were straight and her shins were spread, burrowing into the thick mohair of the wide couch seat.

Megan banged her butt against her father's looming belly. "Come ON! Come IN!" She begged, "Hurrrry, please! FUCK ME!" John pulled his squirming little girl tight to his loins as he shoved his thick hard cock deep into her aching cunt with a single long thrust of his hips. "UUHNNnnnnn! YESSS!" Megan squealed, flexing and rocking around the welcome intruder, feeling her crisis building again.

John pumped against her in a long medium slow rhythm, enjoying the tight silky feel of her converging walls on his sliding shaft. He stretched his thumbs across Megan's ass and spread her cheeks, grinning as he watched her sphincter wink. With a long backstroke he withdrew entirely from her twat and pulled his right hand briefly from her hip. Quickly he pointed and pushed his prick's soft nose against the opening edges of Megan's star and pressed steadily, powerfully, until his bulb was through the gate.

"UHN! DADDY?" Megan reacted with immediate surprise to the new intimacy. "You MISSED!" She grunted as she felt her father's dick continue its drive.

"Not by much, Petunia," John chuckled, thrilled by how easily he had sunk his knob past its rim into her asshole. "Just relax and feel those new nerves tingle." He wiggled his cock as he pulled on Megan's pelvis and ground his hips, gaining another inch or two egress into the tight aperture.

"Uuuuuhhhnnn!" Megan let out a long groan. Just when she thought her bottom would split like a ripe watermelon from the pressure of her dad's bone, her cunt creamed. "OH MY GOD! DAAAADDDY!" She screamed, pounding her fists onto the sofa. Megan jerked her backside hard, swallowing the rest of John's joint to his nuts. "I'm commmmmminnnnggg!" She cried in whimpering elation, tossing her head on the zebra pillow.

John could not hold back for the excitement. As Megan screamed and thrashed, he snarled and shoved his staff another half inch. ""AARRRGGGHH!" He roared as his gonads gave up. Megan's virgin rectum contracted as he flexed, refusing to ransom its prisoner until the last of its gold was extracted.

At last Megan relaxed around John's softening cock. He slowly pulled back from her haunches and, with a quiet pop, withdrew his bulb, pulling with it a greasy gray strand of his misplaced jism. He rubbed her round bottom gently as Megan extended her legs and plopped, wasted, on the couch. "Such a good girl," John said softly, "Come una bella regazza."

Megan rolled over, reached up her arms and pulled her panting father down onto her heaving breasts. "Oh my god, Daddy! I didn't know I could come like that!" She exclaimed breathlessly. They kissed long and lovingly as their respirations gradually normalized. Breaking the kiss, Megan scratched her nails through her father's tousled hair. "Thank you, daddy, for a WONDERFUL day... I love you."

John rolled off the couch and climbed into his pants. "You and I are going to have a whole lot of 'wonderful days,' Petunia... and, God forgive me, but I think I need to change my view about you and birth control pills." He laughed heartily, "I don't see how I will be able to restrict myself to 'safe days' with YOU!"

Megan stood up and hugged her dad, burying her head in his burly chest. "Umm, Daddy," she buzzed into his thatched breast, "It may be... too late... I'm OK with having your baby... I hope you're OK with giving me one?"

John was startled by the whispered announcement. He leaned back and pulled his daughter's head to face him. Looking into her liquid brown eyes with their wet corners, he smiled tenderly. "If that's what you want, Petunia," he answered, "quello che sarà, sarà." He kissed her sweetly and turned her toward the door, stooping to pick up her chiffon romper suit. "Let's go in the house. It's getting late."

Megan took the wadded flimsy from her father's hands but made no effort to cover her nudity. "OK, Daddy," she said with a smile, flipping the door lock and turning the handle.

*** FIN ***

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MishaPearl2MishaPearl2over 4 years agoAuthor
Vignette, indeed

All three chapters were, as you earlier noted, a “sidebar”, but they are important to set the stage for the final act: FAMILY WEEKEND. No spoilers,here, but I expect you’ll find that story will not disappoint. One point I’d like to make though is this. Life is a series of episodic events which may be shorter or longer without warning. I take snapshots and arrange them in albums. MP2 :-)

goducks111goducks111over 4 years ago
i think you know my comment

a little short. it 's a sexy story, and like always, well-written. but it's just a vignette (and a short one at that) with a sex scene. normally i wouldn't rate a story like this. but, i've enjoyed everything you've written that i've read, and so 5 stars.

on to Family Weekend!

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