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Rhode Island Redneck	By : JayDee Category: +1 through F > Family Guy Views: 74418 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Rhode Island Redneck
By JD joandoe@gmail.com
Description: When Peter Griffin decides to be a redneck, he takes the lifestyle - and his daughter, Meg - all the way.
Content Codes: M/F, pwp, incest(Dad/Dau), creampie, impreg
Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life dad/daughter incest is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of Seth MacFarlane’s characters and make no profit from this story. This story also refers to Jimmy Fallon’s guest spot in an earlier episode. I do not know Jimmy Fallon and everything I have written is purely fictional, means no harm, and again is solely a work of fiction. The first line is a direct lift from the Family Guy episode Airport ’07. Please read the story codes to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.

"Meg, I'm a redneck. Which means I am about to do something to you that you will not remember until you're 40."
The fat man’s fingers squeezed his daughter’s shoulder lustfully through her top. His great bulk was closely pressed beside her and under the seasonably hot Rhode Island sun she could smell the stench rising from his uncovered chest and arms. Meg Griffin made the mental link instantly, and the teen girl’s first thought was to run away screaming and hide somewhere until her dad got over the Redneck phase. She felt her legs begin to propel her up, just as a tiny Devil Meg appeared floating over her left shoulder.
"Hey, come on! So what if it’s incest? At least our second time won’t be on national TV! He must be really good at it too, otherwise why would Mom stay with him? Can’t be for his mind, can it?"
The Devil Meg jabbed her pitchfork in the air and cackled. Meg looked to her right shoulder, and sure enough an Angel Meg popped into existence with wings, halo, white robe and all.
"I’m with the Devil on this one. It’s not like Incest isn’t a regular biblical feature, and getting laid more often might make you more confident!"
Of course, what Meg didn’t know was that under Angel Meg’s pure looking white robe, she wore a slutty fishnet body stocking. Angel Meg had long been Devil Meg’s sex slave, and the vibrating dildos strapped into her pussy and ass left her fishnet clad thighs sticky and dripping. Meg wasn’t experienced enough to read the flush in Angel Meg’s face, nor the tremble in her voice. She just took it as both her good and bad sides advising her to sleep with her dad.
Meg’s heart beat like a jungle drum as she dropped her fingers to Peter’s inner thigh and squeezed. They were on full display to anybody passing in Spooner Street, and some of the neighbours would certainly comment on public incest. Angel Meg and Devil Meg disappeared in little puffs of smoke as she lent to whisper in Peter’s ear,
"We should go up to my room, Dad, in private."
"Awesome! In the daughter’s bed! That’s the Redneck way!"
Peter punched the air with excitement. Meg stood from the chair and headed for the house, her Dad right behind her. Peter caught up with her on the stairs and pulled her to him. He rubbed his crotch against her teen butt. He had to admit it felt pretty good. No wonder rednecks diddled their daughters. Meg gasped, then pulled away and made it up to her room. Peter was already unbuckling his big redneck belt buckle as he entered.
Meg, like many a teenage girl, had lost her virginity to Saturday Night Live host Jimmy Fallon. He hadn’t got her off before he came, but it hadn’t been so bad as first times go until she realized they were on national TV after the act. The fuss and fiasco had put her off sex, and so she was very inexperienced as she sat on her bed and watched her morbidly obese dad strip off all his clothes in her room. Meg pulled up her own top, managing to remove it without knocking her big round glasses off.
Once Peter was naked, he came over and sat beside Meg on her bed. He pulled her mouth to his and started to kiss her. No chaste father/daughter peck on the cheek, instead it was a passionate full French kiss. Meg returned the kiss as best she could; with increasing passion as the hot warm of Peter’s lips on her own started to turn her own. She couldn’t quite believe she was tongue kissing her own dad on her bed, or that he had his arms around her. As Peter broke the kiss, Meg felt air on her nipples and realized he had unhooked her bra.
The immature laugh of her dad reminded Meg that he was, technically, mentally retarded. Her eyes trailed down the great bulk of his body to his erect cock. There was no doubt that he was physically willing and eager for sex, but could she honestly decide that he was mentally able to consent? Peter’s hands found Meg’s teenage breasts. She moaned to feel his rough workman’s fingers on her smooth skin, stroking her nipples to hardness with the expertise of all his years’ experience.
"Dad, I…"
"Meg, your boobies are real nice. Anyone ever tell you that? I don’t know why people fake vomiting!"
"Yeah, but… Oh, that’s nice."
Pete lent down and sucked on Meg’s nipple. She found her hands in his hair, holding him to her breast. She already felt more pleasure than she had felt in the whole experience with Fallon. Peter’s tongue played across her nipples with a sensitivity she could never have dreamed of from the fat bastard. Mom had trained him well, it seemed. Meg’s last doubt disappeared from her mind as her arousal grew.
Topless and panting lightly, Meg slid off of her bed and to her knees before Peter. Her purple hat kept her hair from getting in the way as she lent forward to his cock. A good six inches in length, Peter had a solid girth to go with it – although compared to Chris Griffin, he had hardly anything at all. Meg considered how, over eighteen years before, semen shot from the piss-slit before her had fertilized an egg inside her Mom and given her life. Instead of disgusting her, the thought drove her to bob her head down.
Peter laid back across Meg’s bed. He couldn’t believe how good a redneck he made! The only thing that kept him from true redneck status was Rhode Island birth and his parents not having been brother and sister. Meg’s thick red lips wrapped around his cock felt pretty good, though he could tell she wasn’t an expert. Her teeth caught his shaft and he winced. Peter raised his head and offered advice,
"Meg, suck it harder. Use your tongue and lick it… Yeah, that’s it! Careful with those teeth!"
In the heat of Meg’s arousal the sweaty unwashed taste of Peter’s cock was no deterrent to sucking and licking hard. She wanted her dad to come on her like a porn starlet in one of Chris’ magazines. The topless teenager played with her dad’s balls, judging her technique from his groans and gasps. Her chin was wet with drool as she bobbed her head, giving Peter all the pleasure she could. He humped at her face, catching the right angle to push past the back of her mouth and into her throat.
"Oh wow! So tight, Meg!"
Meg gagged hard, pulling back. Peter made a disappointed noise, so she made an effort to get his cock back into her throat. She managed a few more head bobs before almost throwing up, and fell back gasping. She didn’t stop with her hands though, and masturbated Peter’s saliva slick cock with fast strokes while fondling his balls. Suddenly his buttocks clenched and his body shuddered. Meg angled her dad’s cock directly at her glasses as he exploded. Peter groaned loudly as he spat long strands of semen across both lenses of Meg’s big round glasses and across her hat. The last blasts went lower, splashing her breasts with wads of ejaculate.
"Oh my god, Meg! No wonder rednecks do this…"
Peter couldn’t believe it! He was still hard as a rock and raring for more sex. It was surely a sign from God himself that it was his duty, no his destiny, as a redneck to fuck his daughter and knock her up with some mutant bastard child. All the taunts that she was ugly, fat, just homely faded away as he looked at her splashed with his load. He realized that hot as Lois was, he wanted nothing more right then than to fuck Meg – not just as a wannabe redneck, but also as a father and a lover.
"Was it… good?"
"Ah, it was great Meg. C’mon, get your pants off and climb on!"
Meg’s eyes strayed to her bedroom mirror as she unbuttoned her pants, and pushed them to her ankles. She stepped out of them with her shoes, and then slid her panties down. Unlike most eighteen year olds, her bush was already thick and abundant – wild and untamed. Her arousal glistened in the hairs and dribbled down her thighs from her puffy labia. Even after blowing her dad, she was a little embarrassed to be almost totally nude before him. Peter showed no sign of embarrassment. He sat up and reached between Meg’s milk white thighs and pressed a finger into her pussy.
The sudden penetration took Meg by surprise, but she made no move to pull back. She widened her stance as Peter slid a finger easily in and out of her. The digit was slick with Meg’s juice. The semen running down her glasses only partially obscured her view and she was reminded of her Mom testing a Turkey to see if it was cooked at Thanksgiving. Peter fed another fat finger in with the first, finding more resistance in Meg’s tight folds. He finger fucked her faster, letting her adjust to being penetrated.
"Oh boy, Meg, you are ready for this! It’s a shame you’ll forget everything afterwards because this is hot!"
Meg rolled her eyes, and pushed Peter back onto her bed. He twisted so that his bulk was lengthways along it. The springs protested his weight, but neither noticed as Meg slid on beside him. Father and daughter shared another passionate kiss. It was as if a fire burned in their mouths to create the heat as their tongues wrestled together. When Meg moved back to straddle Peter’s crotch, he licked her juice from his fingers appreciatively.
Peter’s cock rubbed into Meg’s bush. He parted her labia with his shaft as she sat on his hard, sticky, length. It was the final step in breaking an ultimate taboo. Committing a full act of incest with her dad. She had no intention of stopping, nor of forgetting afterwards. She felt Peter’s hand on her butt, lifting her slightly, and responded by gently taking his cock and positioning it at her entrance.
"Now, Dad."
They groaned in unison as Meg’s weight impaled her teen snatch on her dad’s middle-aged cock. He stretched her in ways Jimmy ‘Inchworm’ Fallon couldn’t even dream of. She was so aroused that Peter could enter her as easily as if she was sitting in a pool of KY Jelly. Meg released her grip on Peter’s cock, and moved her hands to his thighs. She pulled, trying to get more of him into her. The sheer bulk of his legs left some of his shaft outside, but there was enough for both of them to enjoy it. The friction across Meg’s clitoris was amazing. She angled her body forward to press Peter’s shaft against her nub as she started to ride him. Her own dad! Inside her! And it felt so, so good!
Peter kept his hands on Meg’s butt, enjoying the feel of her chubby behind as much as he did the sight of her gently bouncing breasts. Having come once, he was sure that tight as she was, he wouldn’t come until at least after Meg had gotten off. It warmed his heart to see the flushed arousal displayed across her body, and the pleasure in her partly obscured eyes. Peter was completely incompetent at a lot of things, but pleasuring a woman in bed wasn’t one of them. He bounced Meg in a good rhythm, and then speeded it up as he helped her towards orgasm.
"Oh God, yes, Fuck me Daddy! You feel so good in me!"
Meg’s groans changed to louder squeals. She suddenly realized they might be discovered fucking. The thought pushed her over the edge. Meg screamed with pleasure as she came, loud enough to be heard even outside in the street. Her pussy squirted wetly, gushing like a fountain as it gripped Peter’s cock inside her.
Down the hall, Chris kicked his bedroom door shut and put his music on loud. Downstairs Lois and Brian looked up from the dining room table.
"Couldn’t stop Chris watching porno, eh?"
"Nope. Too much like Peter," Lois replied, before shouting upstairs "Turn down that porno, Chris!"
Meg slumped forwards panting. Her whole body trembled with the aftershocks of her first real, powerful orgasm. She’d gushed juices all over Peter’s balls and shaft, and could feel him still hard inside her. Father and daughter shared another kiss, swapping saliva as their bodies rubbed lovingly together on Meg’s bed. The intimacy of their kissing was unlike anything either of them had experienced. Peter rolled over suddenly, so that Meg’s head rested on her pillow, and his weight pressed down from above. Peter supported himself on his forearms before crushing Meg completely.
"Being a redneck is the funnest thing ever!"
"Dad, I came!"
"You bet your sweet ass you did!"
Meg wrapped her legs and arms as much as she could around her dad. Her breasts pressed into his sweaty bulk as she gripped onto him with all her strength. As he started to move in her again she urged him on. Her squishy soaking snatch gripped his cock as he pressed as much of his length in as they could both get. Peter’s heavy balls bounced in his scrotum as he found his rhythm again. Beneath him, Meg writhed in pleasure.
The bed began to creak beneath them in the new position, with the legs rocking under the force of Peter’s humping. Meg felt crushed into her bed even with Peter supporting his massive frame, but it was a good kind of crushing. She tossed her head from side to side, fighting for breath to scream her pleasure. Atop her, her dad was grunting, stiffening. She realized he was going to come inside her.
"Come in me, dad! Show me how much you love me!"
"Will do, redneck style!"
Peter fucked Meg harder, faster. The bed was close to collapsing beneath them as Meg suddenly came again. This time her spasming squirting snatch was too much for Peter and he exploded deep inside Meg. His heavy load of fertile sperm splashed her folded inner walls. He kept thrusting until he finished climaxing, while Meg was still in a world of pleasure beneath him. Peter pulled out and rolled off, but having forgotten Meg only had a single bed he landed heavily on the bedroom floor.
"Ouch!"
Meg was drenched in sweat; her own and her dad’s. She ran shaking hands down her torso to soaking folds of her pussy. She lay in a little depression on her bed, with a huge wet patch beneath her. Most of Peter’s sperm was deep inside, swimming for her womb. The rest was leaking out between her puffy labia and matting her bush. She wished she had a working camera to record herself. Meg managed to sit up, and looked down at where Peter was having a most-orgasmic moment of clarity.
"Uh, Meg. We can never tell Lois about this. I mean, she doesn’t really want me being a redneck."
"I’m not stupid, dad. Although they probably all heard."
Meg’s fingers almost strayed back to her pussy at the thought. The musky smell of their incestuous coupling filled her room, and told her a change of sheets would be needed along with the shower. There were no other men good enough for her now. All she wanted was her dad fucking her. Over and over.
"Ahh, Lois thought Chris was watching one of my porno DVDs again."
"Dad, I promise I won’t tell Lois on one condition!" Meg raised a finger in emphasis, "You have to keep fucking me!"
Peter looked up at the hunger in Meg’s eyes and gulped loudly. Being a redneck didn’t seem so fun after all. It suddenly seemed complicated. He changed his mind back by the time they were in the shower when, with the help of an incredible new erection and a lot of shower gel he opened Meg’s ass up in ways Lois was prudish about. She pressed back one-handed from the tiles under the hot shower spray, frigging her snatch, until Peter gave her a final dribbled load across the buttocks.
End.
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