Papa and Megan-The Beginning

Martha and I have been happily married for 27 years now and we are still very much in love. Marty was my high school sweetheart and we were married a year after graduation. Marty is pretty, not gorgeous, but she carries her prettiness like the girl next door. She has a blue eyes, light brown hair, a girl with a smile that lights up any room she enters. I have only been with Marty, so my bias is obvious, but she was my beauty in high school and she remains my beauty to this day. We manage to stay in shape by doing some walking and exercise, she more than I, but we both have maintained our weight pretty well. Marty, I would guess is about 125-130 and I, well lets say, I’m just a little over my football playing weight of 175 lbs. Marty is totally devoted to the kids and I. And in the bedroom, well she has not turned me down in any request I have made and, in fact, has come up with some pretty kinky things herself. Our sex life is fantastic.

After we were married almost a year, I joined the Marines and Marty stayed home with our first born Danny and lived with her parents. It was a tough time for both of us, but probably hardest on Marty. After my discharge, I came home and started my life as many other twenty year-old fathers do. One kid became three and we moved and struggled just like any family until one day you turn around and Danny is graduating and in love with Shelly and her daughter Megan. Shelly lost her husband in an auto accident two years before, right after Megan was born. Now Danny found himself being a new husband and father all at the tender age of 18.

Danny was smart and more importantly, he was ambitious. As his family grew so did his position and stature with his company. They weren’t wealthy but they did manage all right. As a family, they continued to grow also, with the addition of a little boy, Robert Daniel, Bobby, a year after their marriage. Their girl, Megan, continued to grow up to become a lovely 11-year-old. She was truly and little doll, both figuratively and physically. She was petite and beautiful. Not many 11 year-old girls are truly beautiful, cute yes, sometimes attractive, but seldom beautiful. Megan was a “beautiful” girl. Maybe it is her personality, her petite stature or her outgoing, fun loving attitude. She is a remarkable girl. She did display some unusual tenancies at times but they were dismissed by most as fun loving curiosity or just ignored altogether.

Ever since I was young, I have always had a wondering eye. When I spotted a girl or woman walking towards me or away from me, my eyes would invariably go to her crouch, then to her breasts just in case there was something to see. I was looking for a panty line, a cleavage shot, anything that would give me a thrill. I don’t know if that is a male thing or if it is universal, I’ve also have done it so long, it is normal for me. I have not noticed it in other people I’ve met. When they look at you, their eyes are on our eyes. Mine are diverted, just for a second. Megan reminded me of myself. I always got the impression she was checking me out when she looked at me. Once when she was about 6 or so, she was sitting on the floor coloring in a book. She was wearing a skirt and she was sitting cross legged and when she noticed I was glancing at her panties, she looked down, then smiled and spread her legs even more and looked directly into my eyes as if to say she wanted me to see.

Another example, once when she was about 8, my second child, Stephanie, commented that her daughter was caught playing with herself and when confronted said that cousin Megan showed her how to make her feel all warm down there. Then there was the time when her brother, Bobby, was caught laying on top of Megan and both were naked. No one seemed to be concerned but I thought to myself that this behavior seemed awfully familiar. I was exactly that way I felt, as a youth, and I still had those tenancies.

One day, those tenancies, lying dormant for so long, reared their ugly heads. We have a heated swimming pool and the grandkids love coming over to swim in it. On this particular day, I stayed home to do some work on the computer and Marty invited Shelly and the grandkids over to swim. Then Marty and Shelly asked if I would watch Megan and they left with Bobby for a movie. I said sure and off they went.
After a while, Megan called from the pool, “Papa George, come swim with me.”
“Pretty soon” I said, “when I finish.”

It took me about five minutes to finish up my work, so I put on a suit and into the pool I jumped, much to the glee of Megan. We played the flipper game, where I put my hands on my knees, palms up. Megan puts her feet in my palms facing me and on three, I raise my hands rapidly and Megan does a back flip into the deep end. Once when Megan put her feet on my hands, she lost her balance and fell forward. I suddenly noticed her crouch was in my face. She let out a giggle and resumed the game. I noticed about every other time she would lose her balance and would put her crouch back into my face. Each time she would laugh and giggle. This started having a strange effect on me and I started anticipating the loss of balance with a nose right to her crouch. And I started getting an erection.

Megan was starting to fill out. She was starting to develop the first hint of breasts. Not swollen yet, but just the protrusion of the nipples. She was starting to spread out at the hips and take on the shape of a blossoming young lady. She was no longer a gangly girl but she was not developing yet into a women. She was beautiful though. She had long blond hair that flowed over her shoulders. She had always been a “toe head” and it was quite a contrast to the slender, tanned shoulders and back. I noticed for the first time that she wore a white string bikini that was too tight for her and her nipples stuck out a little and the fabric clung to the lips of her crouch. When she laughed and giggled I suddenly wanted to give her a hug and protect her and her beauty.

“I’m tired of flipper”, I said, “let’s think of another game.”

“How about “Bombs away”, she suggested.

Megan went on to explain that this game was played with her facing outward, sitting on my hands and her arms around her legs and I would throw her upward and she would splash down like a bomb. I said ok and we would try it. As I squatted down in the shallow end of the pool, Megan backed onto my hands and rapped her arms around her legs. As I counted to three, I realized that my fingers were making contact with the folds of her crack and I was massaging her pussy through her swimsuit.

I said “Three!” and lifted her out of the water and before she had her footing, she was back in the cradle of my hands. Each time I would count slower and massage deeper until I realized that I was rubbing my granddaughter’s crotch, I had a gigantic erection and she had her head back on my shoulder, panting breathlessly.
“Papa, you stopped counting,” she noticed.
“I know,” I said.
“Papa, it feels funny down there,” she said between pants.
“A good funny or a bad funny?” I inquired.
After thinking a bit, she said, “Good, I think.”
Then I did something stupid, I tried to enter her bottoms through the leg hole and touch her pussy directly. She sat up straight and moved my hand away, saying “Papa? Don’t put your hand in my bottoms!”
I immediately backed off and stopped my intrusion.

“But don’t stop everything,” Megan begged as I stopped caressing her small eager crotch. But I realized that this had to stop before it went any further.
“Mom and Gramma should be home soon” I lied. “Besides” I said, “we need to talk” “Go on and get dressed” I commanded rather suddenly, “and we will talk about this later.”

As I entered the shower, all I could thing of was what am I doing? What do I want to talk about? How in the hell did I get myself into this mess? But I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to rip her suit off and plunge my face into her snatch. God, what am I thinking of. This is Megan, my granddaughter! How could I even think of such things! But, God, it felt so good to rub her crotch and she did like it, didn’t she? I wonder if she has any hair down there yet. Stop it!

“George, is that you?” called Marty.
“Yes Dear, I’m in the shower” “How was the movie?”
I was trying to get rid of my hard on but it was only down to the swollen stage when Marty saw it as we passed each other in the bedroom.
She grabbed it playfully and asked, “Is this for anyone I know?”
“Just for you Honey”, I lied.
“We’ll just have to see about that later”, she said, giving it a gentle tug and laughed.
After she left the room I trembled, almost uncontrollably at the thought of my actions. What am I going to do?

Later that evening, when Shelly was ready to leave with the kids, Megan requested to stay the night and be picked up tomorrow afternoon. Good, I thought. I can try to have that talk with Megan, if I could figure out what I wanted to say. Megan, Marty and I spent the evening playing games and joking around until bedtime. Megan came up to me for a goodnight kiss and waited until Marty was otherwise occupied then proceeded to give me a deep, passionate kiss, right on the mouth. I could not refuse kissing her back and giving her a squeeze on the butt. She squealed playfully and gave me a mischievous grin. Then she said goodnight and turned to her bedroom.

I walked into the bedroom and there hiding behind the door was my horny wife, waiting to attack me. Marty was the only woman for me. She was warm and caring, very well preserved for a 45 year-old mother of three. She was fun and energetic and most of all, a passionate lover. She was perfect for me, so why am I risking it all for a thrill with an 11 year-old? Before I could even think about an answer, Marty was removing my pants to get to my cock. She instantly went down on her knees and pulling down my underwear, started licking and sucking my throbbing dick. I instinctively reach for her top and unzipped it to lie on the floor. Then I ripped off her bra, unleashing her beautiful breasts and I immediately started caressing and pinching the nipples. They were hard already and she moaned through her sucking. With one hand, she gently cradled my balls and the other started working the fingers in my crack, finding my scrotum and driving me wild. I could feel it rise up in me, so I removed myself from her sucking mouth to stand her up. As I stepped out of my pants and underwear, I was struggling to get her naked. She helped me succeed, then fell on top off me onto the bed, all the while entwined in a mad passionate embrace. We were licking and sucking anything that was flesh while my hands were all over her butt and crouch trying to enter any hole I could. I moved her up so that I could suck her breasts while I had ample access to her anus and vagina. Her legs were straddling my chest and as I trust my fingers into her two crouch holes, she let out a cry of pleasure. She soon reversed herself on me as she stuck her ass into my mouth. My tongue licked her clit as my fingers found her holes once again. She was stuffing her mouth with my dick and her index finger found my anus. I was writhing under her squirming body until I felt that sudden feeling deep inside me. I could hold it no longer and letting out a releasing guttural sound, I proceeded in filling her mouth with gallons of cum. Tasting my juices, she tightens her ass muscles and climaxed at the same time as I did by gurgling her scream of passion through a mouth full of cock and cum. We lay there tense for a moment, then fell in a relaxing afterglow. It was only then that a saw a small shadow closing the door to its proper position.

The next morning, after breakfast, Marty said she was going to the market and asked if anyone wanted to go. I declined and I hoped Megan would follow suit, which she did. She wanted to go swimming again. As Marty was pulling out of the garage, I was stepping into the pool, anxious to talk to Megan. I had made up my mind that I had to stop this and stop this now. She came out of her room and dove into the pool wearing a full piece, black swimsuit that was last years and very small and tight on her. She went to the bottom and came up to me from behind to swim through my legs, something all the grandkids do. This time, as she got to my separated legs, she reaches up my trunks and pinched my butt, hard. I let out a yelp and grabbed her hand. As she came up I explained that it hurt and not to pinch so hard. She went under again and went back between my legs and this time both hands went up my legs in front and touched my cock. I was as shocked as she was and when she surfaced she asked, “What was that?”
I was stunned, so I blurted out “Well you can call it many names, but the proper name is a penis.” Then I asked, “What name do you want to call it?”
She thought for a moment and grinned and said “The Big Bubba.” Now I was at a loss to remember how I was going to end this and when she asked if she could see it, all I could do was untie the drawstring. She pulled down my trunks to expose my rock hard “Big Bubba” which she took into her hands to study.
“Is this where you pee?”
“Yes and where you make babies,” I added. “Why did you stop me yesterday when I tried to put my hand in your suit?” I asked.
“Because you didn’t ask,” she said, matter-of-factly. I felt as if an 11 year-old girl, who was in total control of the situation, had put me in my place and, in fact, she was and had.
“Well, can I see yours?”
As soon as it came out of mouth I felt like a little kid. Then, we heard the garage door going up and knew that this session had come to an end.
I hastily pulled up my trunks and she whispered to me “Put Big Bubba away for now, but I’ll see it again when we can be like you and Gramma last night.” She winked and swam away.

Marty came in with the groceries as Megan walked by to her room.
“My gracious child, that swim suit is small on you. How can you swim in that think?”
Megan wrapped the towel around her waste to cover up the tightness of her suit, which barely covered her breasts, rode up her crack in the back and emphasized her slit in the front.
“This is all I could find, Gramma,” she said. But I knew she wore it just to turn me on. What am I going to do?

Months had past without seeing Megan again, alone. School had started, the kids were busy with their activities when Danny called us with a request. He asked if one or both of us could come to their house Friday evening to stay with the kids while Shelly and he went up to Chicago on a job interview. His company was buying out another company and he was going there to interview for a big promotion. We said yes, of course, and marked it on the calendar. On Thursday evening before they left for Chicago, little Bobby came down with a terrible cold. So Marty agreed to bring Bobby back to our house so he wouldn’t expose Megan with his germs and I would travel to their house and be there went Megan arrive home from school.