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From: "Pedro Vila" <pedro_vila@SPAMhotmail.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2001 04:44:06 PST
Subject: {ASSM} Story"The old switcheroo" (inc,ped,switched identities) by Pedro Vila
Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2001 16:10:03 -0500
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This is pure fiction. This is most likely offensive to someone,
well, okay probably everyone.
   But it's a good story.

If you are offended by matters of sexual taboos
 don't read.
If you are underage
 don't read.
If you are in a country that does not allow you to read such things
 don't read.
If you are a flamer
 don't read.

 Now that that's over with.
            DON'T READ THIS!


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            THE OLD SWITCHEROO       by Pedro Vila


   Rita didn't like the way her dad touched her. She didn't hate it, and he
didn't do it much, but it was not something she looked forward to.
   Both Rita and her dad Shawn had lost the third part of thier family when
Rita was very young. It was hard then, but the two of them had made a go of
it and were close and happy.
   Mostly.
   Rita had always clung close to her father and rejected any other female
who would try to get close to him. She wasn't about to lose the only parent
she had left. She had unfortunatly also drove away any female companionship
her father would ultimatly need to fulfill himself that biological need left
by the hole of his dead wife. He stopped trying after a while, giving in for
his only daughters happiness to help her loss. Rita had so much of his wife
in her and he had been hopelessly in love.
   It all started when Rita was around five. He would let her run around in
her pantyless nightgown and play with her on the days off together, and
would somedays give her lots of hugs. seeming to hold her on everypart of
her little body. On those days, he would always seem kind of sad, but would
smile and act like nothing was wrong. On that day, they were playing hide
and seek. Rita counted in the funny way pre schoolers would count and when
she opened her eyes, she found her father had slipped his head under her
barbie night gown and was hiding under there. Rita at the time, thought it
was the funniest thing. They did it maybe five more times that day and when
she was done counting, he would ask her to count some more. Rita still
thought it was funny and the last time, she wiggled her hips in a silly
dance while her fathers face was under her between her little legs.
   He moaned and grabbed her hips suddenly and she fell to the side laughing
while his head slightly shuddered between her knees. When she finally
stopped, they looked at each other both feeling happy and he hugged her for
a long time, showering her neck with kisses. Right then Rita would feel the
most love for her dad. She loved spending the whole day with him.
   It happened again a few months later. It was Rita's suggestion
remembering how fun it was. Rita knew he was under her again and smile as
she sensed him sliding there quietly. He told her to keep counting and she
did but looked down at him when she thought he couldn't see so she could see
what he was doing. She tried to look back to the rest of him but he could
tell from hearing where her voice was coming from and told her to not peek.
She caught glimpses but couldn't figure out much. Then he told her to dance
and suddenly grabbed her hips again. She didn't fall laughing that time and
he finally pulled her to sit on his stomach and proceded to hug her tightly
again.
   She sensed that she was making him feel better and had it confirmed the
next few times it happened that year. She dutifully did her dance and looked
forward to the warm hugs and feelings that would always follow. Later that
year he would put his hands on her hips immediately and had his hands
wrapped around most of her waist. She stopped counting once and he didn't
say anything as long as she stood there but when she wanted to move he would
tell her to start counting again so finally, she didn't count and didn't
move away from him.
   When she was a month after seven he started to pull her ankles outwards
by small increments. Soon she was straddling his face closely and couldn't
go any farther. She could feel his heavy breathing on her little vagina.
When Rita tried to lean forward to put her hands on the floor for support,
he held her strait with his hands on her waist, sometimes running them up to
her chest. She felt a subtle pull to go lower but he never forced her. Later
that year she bent her legs and sat on his face out of curiosity.
   Her father said something muffled and she giggled. She felt kisses and
was confused by it. When she got up a moment later, he was smiling so
brightly that she felt like she did something wonderfull. He hugged and
showered her with many more kisses afterwards but she smelled a funny smell
on his lips and didn't want his face near hers for some reason. He got the
message and didn't force it.
   It was many more months again when she sensed for several days his
sadness and on thier days together, they both fell into the game, both of
them knowing it was inevitable. He held her little body sitting on his mouth
and started with kisses which soon became his tounge. He would then slip his
hands up her nightgown and hold her directly. She was uncomfortable with his
slimey tounge up in such a private feeling place, but with the gown up she
could see the pure joy on his face and it warmed her to make him so happy.
Rita endured it.
   Shawn did a wonderfull job otherwise of raising his daughter. He wasn't
strict or lenient with her, talked with her about complex issues, and
generally brought her up a very intelligent girl. One day Rita brought up
'The Game'. Her father looked suddenly sad but was willing to answer any
questions she had.
   They talked about sex and what her school teacher had told her about
unwanted touching. He asked her what she tought of 'The Game'. Rita had
mixed feelings about it and told him why. He agreed and told her he would
never ever want to play any game she didn't want to. They discussed whether
she should tell anyone like she was told to. He explained that that was for
situations where the child couldn't stop the touching. He would not do
anything she didn't like when playing and said they wouldn't play that game
anymore so everything was fine.
   Then they discussed what happenes to the people the children do tell
about and found out she would never be able to see her daddy again. Rita
wasn't about to lose another parent so she said she'd never tell as long as
they didn't do it any more.
   It was almost when she was to turn eight that she changed her mind. Once
in a while her father would be sad for the day and she gladly gave him all
the hugs and kisses he needed, but he never touched himself anymore. The
days would sometimes last longer and she started to miss the happy dad she
loved on those days.
   When finally his sad day never went away anymore, she asked him if he
would like to play the game. He didn't answer or look at her and she knew he
would never ask her to play. Rita was so sad for her father that she didn't
feel it was a bad thing if it could help his pain. She knew then how lonely
he was.
   Rita lifted her skirt and got on his lap, standing on her knees. He
looked up at her with almost tears in his eyes and she just grabbed his head
and pulled it to her little crotch. Her father could only resist for a
moment and then let go and held her bottom to drink his needs away from her.
   She saw him shudder and then turned to watch a wet spot appear down one
leg. She now knew what it was and though she felt uncomfortable, didn't
think it was that bad of a thing to do. She came to him the first few times
when she felt his needs building again, but after that he started to come to
her always serching her face to see if it was okay. It was always okay by
her face but still she felt troubled inside and simply hid it for his sake.
   By nine years old it was becoming appearent that it wouldn't be enough
anymore for him and he brought up the notion of dating to help ease her
predicament as well as his. He didn't tell her that the thought of fully
fucking his own daughter was driving him nuts and he felt he needed to fuck
someone else before he crossed that line.
   Rita had flatly refused, not giving anyone a chance to take him away from
her.
   She started to masterbate him herself trying to help with his growing
pressure. He never asked her to do anything but it was pretty obvious what
he wanted by then.
   Still, he never tried to cross that line.

   It was then that something unexplained happened.
   He was in her bed and she was under his kneeling body while he felt her
where she allowed and kissed or tasted her when she let him. He was fully
focused on the single subject of his obsession and longed to be in her body.
Rita, laid there smiling reasuringly, thought about wishing he could
understand why she felt so bad for him and from him.
   She didn't want to lose the daddy she loved and admired so much if only
he would stop needing to do this one thing.
   He tried to be as attentive and gentle with her as he could hoping she
could feel the same pleasure he got from her.
   Then the lights went out. Or maybe they blacked out.
   Maybe it was a telekinetic influence on the hiesenburg uncertainty
principal, or maybe aliens somehow zapped there little corner of the world,
or maybe it was the teenaged girls down the street bungling up a spell from
the old witchcraft book they somehow stumbled on. Either way it didn't
matter. Shawn and his daughter suddenly found themselves in each others
body.
   Shawn was started to see an adult man hovering over him and thought it
was a burglery or worst yet, an arrest. The man suddenly looked scared and
ran tottering into the bathroom. Shawn got up to follow and almost fell out
of bed as he suddenly felt light as a feather. He looked down and saw his
daughters skinny legs under him. He turned to look behind to find the rest
of her but saw nothing there and then reaized he was looking down his
daughters back. He turned startled and felt his chest. It was very familiar.
   Shawn got up and slowly went to the mirror. It was nine year old Rita
staring back at him. He felt the warmness of her beauty and as he made
faces, calmed down and slowly began to understand that he was her. Looking
around, he saw nobody else in the room and then lifted his/her dress to look
at her body fully. He touched his/her lips and felt around between his/her
legs. It was instantly arousing but also felt strange in a way he'd never
felt before. He couldn't help himself and started to probe all the places
she wouldn't let him. becoming more aroused at knowing he was finally having
what he always wanted and she wouldn't stop him.
   That stopped him.
   Where was Rita?
   He remembered the man who ran into the bathroom and suddenly understood
it was him, or at least his body. He knocked on the door and heard himself
sobbing quietly. He called Rita's name and she started to answer and then
stopped herself when she heard her fathers deeper voice instead. More
sobbing.
   Shawn, in Rita's body, found the knob and opened the door. He/she stepped
in and Rita, in Shawns body, gasped at the sight of herself. Her father told
her that he was in her body and she was in his. Rita couldn't believe it at
first but had the more flexible mind of a child and when she understood she
cried out to ask him what he had done. He told her he had nothing to do with
it and she believed him knowing the close bond they had all of thier lives.
   Shawn was becoming rather elated at feeling the closness with his
daughters body he now had and couldn't help but to pose and look at him/her
self. Rita finally got up and stumbled to him, still not able to work
her/his limbs right. They hugged and both managed to get back on the bed.
They talked about it for a while and soon they were discussing what each
would have to do with thier day if thier roles were reversed. A couple of
times, they both giggled. Rita was relaxing and trying to grasp the new
found power of his adult body. Shawn was still feeling aroused in his
daughters body and would wiggle against his own body which felt detached yet
still strangly his own. The wiggling had an effect on the large adult male
body naturaly.
   Rita wasn't aware of her/his penis getting harder until it started to
hurt. Her father noticed it at the same time. He grabbed it and Rita felt a
rush through her/his body. Her father recognised that shudder and had an
idea in that excited moment. He suggested that she fuck him while they were
switched. Rita was overwelmed by it all and he got on top her/him and
straddled her/his erect member before she could think.
   It was the perfect time, he told her. She wouldn't feel uncomfortable
because she wouldn't feel her own body while they did it. And she would
really enjoy how it felt from his perspective. He/she wiggled and more jolts
of feeling washed over her/him and him/her.
   Shawn had many times dreamed of being in her body to get her to let him
in. But it was always just a fantasy and he never in his wildest dreams,
well maybe in his wildest, thought he'd actually have the chance to
experience it. It wasn't his most played fantasy but he was ready to throw
in everything to playing this out.
   Rita on the other hand had no idea what was going on and found herself
moving in ways almost out of her control. Though, to her credit, she
understood it was a natural reflex like pulling your hand away from
something to hot.
   In the half lit room, the pre teen girl got off of the thirty four year
old male and proceeded to get under the larger body who naturaly turned to
keep facing the smaller one. Shawn, using Rita's hands, pulled his own cock
to his/her mouth and tried to suck on it. It felt funny and not at all
erotic to him and he immediatly stopped. Rita on the other hand started to
feel the room spin a little and found herself wanting more. Her mind wasn't
reacting much but the body seemed to react everytime she looked at her own
body under her.
   Soon she felt a steady drive build in her and somehow understood that it
wasn't going to go away until something happened. The large male body was
hovering over the skinny girls body and hard as a rock. The hips started to
buck a little.
   Shawn, seeing what was going on, understood all too well and spread
his/her legs and wet the little virgin vagina with his/her spit, then tried
to pull the adult on top of him/her. He was determined to see this fantasy
through.
   The erect penis was at the undersized vaginal entrance and starting to
push on it. Shawn was heading with the knowledge that he was a little girl
about to be fucked by her own father. Rita was in a daze from the things
happening to the body she was in and all she could think about was somehow
releasing the building pressure inside. She felt like it needed to be in the
smaller child wanting under her/him with legs spread in welcome.
   Rita lost control and with all of the new found strenth she found,
grabbed the smaller child under her and drove her/his cock into the suddenly
startled girl deeply. A feeling like nothing she ever felt before flew from
the penis and covered her from head to toe with euphoria. It was like magic.
   Shawn on the other hand was experiencing something entierly different. He
was helpless in her/his grasp and was almost doubled over as sharp pains
tore into his/her insides. Then he/she was held down by the suddenly immense
weight laying on top of him/her from his larger body which was now starting
to trust into him/her randomly. Each trust sent another sharp pain through
him/her and he/she yelped with each one. Rita blindly trusted into her own
body working up speed and rhythm in something almost primal. She was unaware
of the yelps of pain coming from her own body below. Dully in the back of
her mind, it seemed she should ease off but she couldn't stay focused on it
long enough to register.
   Shawn was praying for it all to stop towards the end, even though it
wasn't feeling that bad at that point. He made a promise to himself that he
would never make his own little girl feel as bed as he felt then. Rita, in
his now sweating body, finally shuddered and Shawn felt a weird feeling
inside which felt warm and kind of tingled. He understood that Rita had cum
in him, or was it in herself? Either way, he knew that it was finally over.
   Rita lifted her/his self up at that point and her/his mind cleared. The
mans face above showed a childs reaction of knowing they'd just done
something horribly wrong, and Shawn tried to smile and look fine for his
troubled daughter. He didn't know why, obviously he got the worst end of the
deal but he didn't care about that when his little girl was in pain. He
reached out to hold her/him, flinching as a dull ache momentarily flared up
and then subsided. He hid it from her, not wishing to distress her anymore
then she was. She/he held him/her back and they stayed that way for a long
time. Her sobbing and sorry and needing comfort, and him teared but
reasuring.

   Niether knew when it happened or how long ago but they both found
themselves in thier own bodies again and pulled back to look. All suddenly
seemed well and they fell back down to the bed and hugged and cried
together, finally both going to sleep.
   When Shawn awoke, he was alone and in his own body. It seemed like a
dream all of a sudden and he lay back wondering if he had violated his
daughter sometime in the night. The thought made him very ashamed and he'd
hoped he would never actually do such a thing someday.
   Rita padded into the room and stood looking at him in the morning light.
He saw the sadness in her eyes and knew with a sinking feeling that he'd
somehow crossed the line with her and hurt her horribly.
   He was going to tell her how sorry he was when she suddenly started to
sob and tell him she was sorry and asked for his forgiveness. He said there
was no need and that it all was his fault. She stopped him when she told him
that she was the one who hurt him when they were switched. He knew then that
it wasn't a dream and could only hold her, stunned as she continued crying.
He kept telling her that she did nothing wrong and soon she calmed down.
   They began to talk about it and what they felt and he recognised
everything she went through. It was then that he told her how hard it was on
him and that he had no idea how she felt about everything they had done
before. Rita then lay quiet and thought about everything they had done since
mom died. They were close again, even closer from having the special
experience between them and after a time things were great. Shawn never ever
felt sad in front of his beautifull little girl again and they had many
weeks of pure family bliss. Now Shawn would bury any sexual feelings deep
within himself with the weight of knowing first hand what it would feel like
to her. That was enough.

   One day though, Rita got in his bed in the middle of the night and woke
him. She was naked and laying against his naked body, holding him. He
stiffled the bigginings of an erection at the first sign of one and asked
her what she wanted.
   She whispered that she knew and then said nothing. Knew what, he asked.
   Rita slid her skinny body on top of him and whispered that she knew he
needed her in the special way. He tried to stop her but she knew exactly
what to do and he was soon fully erect. Please, he reasoned, don't do it.
She told him to hold still and she would help him. She told him that no
matter how much he tried to hide it, she knew he was suffering from sexual
need, she knew from a bond between them beyond any bond anyone had ever
experienced before and to lay back and let her do the work.
   Rita told him that she understood how powerfull his need was and how it
would kill him if didn't get release now and then. She told him that since
then, she'd been practicing putting her fingers into herself so that she
could do this for him. She told him that if he loved her, he'd let her ease
his pain. That she wanted to do this now. That she loved him completely and
would always be there when he needed her from now on. Forever.
   She eased his pain and found that she liked it.


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