It started at twelve with her father. Her mom was cold and unloving although sexy, she did not make love with her hubby often at all. He would look at...her body and see the huge tits and round ass, but she would not let him touch her any more. He needed to fuck so, he started going to Meg's room at night. At first he would pet her tiny titties and lick them and rub her pussy. He told her it was there secret that she would make daddy feel very good. He showed her to rub his cock and had her watch. The more she excites me the more these sharp plastic spikes tear into the flesh of my cock. Clearly she knows what she is doing otherwise she would stop taking and finish her breakfast.Then she hits me right between the eyes. She says she can’t wait until Sunday. She needs to get fucked NOW. She wants me but she points out that clearly my cock is worthless to her. Then she reaches for the phone and makes a call. The person on the other end is a man. Or so the name she calls him is. She says she. So ready for my cum. But not yet. I taste, and tickle, and lick, and gently suck, until she wraps her legs around my head and moans into a beautiful orgasm. I keep a gentle, warm contact with her pussy until she relaxes, and then sit up on the bed. My cock is hard, jutting proudly out, a little drop of precum glistening in the moonlight. She reaches out and touches it, and licks her finger. I slowly jack my erection, sliding the skin up and down the rigid flesh. Her eyes glisten as she stares.. Now that I think about it, I’m treating him like a father figure, except for the way I tease him in my bikini and things like that. And that’s just me trying to get ‘Daddy’s’ attention.’ ‘We’ll have a real problem if you start calling Steve, ‘Daddy’. He can be all the things you need, except your ‘Daddy,’ or your lover,’ declared Gwen. ‘Steve will not be asking you, ‘Who’s your Daddy?’, so forget that.’ ‘Is that the phrase I kept hearing around three AM this morning?’ asked an innocent acting.