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{ASSM} {ASS} REV Megan Jumanji UpSkirt 1 {Ho Masubi} (Mf rom cons inc
flirt)

   Megan Jumanji UpSkirt by Ho Masubi

   INRODUCTION
WARNING:
This story is sexually explicit in nature and should not be read by

anyone who is under the age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read such
material.

   First Amendment: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment
of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the
freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably
to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction.  All information is the creation of the

author's imagination.  All persons, alive or dead, or events portrayed or
depicted in this story are fictional and any resemblance to real people,
organizations or incidents is purely coincidental.

   Warning

   1.  About the story Megan Revealed: The story is not advocacy fiction it
is a way to explore the issue of incest and underage sex.  The story
involves consensual sex between a pre-teen girl and her father.  The story
is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity.

   2.  Do not try this at home.  The characters in the story are
professionals and can not be injured mentally or physically, become
pregnant, suffer disease, or killed.  The events depicted in the story are
dangerous, possibly immoral and are illegal in most states (check your
local laws.)

   3.  Statement on incest and under age sex I would not want these events
to take place in this reality.  I have never had any interest in real
incest but fantasy incest seems very different.  Actually there seems to be
a biological aversion to incest.  Usually people are only attracted to
close relatives when they have been raised apart.  However there are
exceptions.

   Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense because the
potential for abuse is too great.  In an incestuous relationship or a
relationship with someone who is under age, the difference in power between
the two maybe so great, that there can be no consent.  This is not always
the case but laws are made for the greatest good for the greatest number
and are not made for any one individual case.  If an act is kept private
and no one is harmed then it's no one else's business.  Once it becomes
public or once someone is hurt then it becomes society's business.

   Preface

   NONE OF THE SEX ACTS IN THE STORY HAPPENED

   The story is based on and is much the same as the story "Megan
Revealed." The main character has changed so much that I felt that the
story should be renamed.

   The sexual activity in the story serves as means for the main character
to achieve her goals and as the same time change her.  The story is about
contrasts where contradictory forces drive the action.

   The story is what I call a girl power story.  Girl power stories are
stories where individuals, who society thinks of as weak and without power
shape the story, enjoy the sex, never feel threatened, and do not suffer
injury.

   The idea for this story came from a recent incident that took place in
the coffee shop of a book store.  A young lady wearing a long cotton dress
managed to raise her skirt to above her knees in a non-obvious manner. 
Everything involving the use of a skirt described in the story has
happened. The goal is to celebrate flirting which involves manipulating a
skirt as a means of exposing oneself.  Such acts involve a great deal of
skill and artistic flair and to my knowledge this art form has never been
presented in print.

   Dedication: I would like to thank all the women who have used their
skirts as performance art providing

   entertainment and happiness to others.

   Any comments are welcome.  Please remove the letter ...  from the
following email address and send comments to homasubi...@fastmail.fm

   Megan Jumanji/UpSkirt by Ho Masubi



   I feel totally anxious, standing in front of the mirror drying my hair.
I can't stand being unimportant or ignored, I would rather die.  A short
see through nightie makes no sense.  Better an innocent one piece gown;
embroidered flowers on the top; a long skirt.  This way I can control what
he sees.  Men like dad just aren't smart when it comes to clothes.  He'll
be so surprised when I make it slide up over my knees and he sees my pussy.
And then dad will beat the heck out of me.  I'm silly he never beats
anyone. If he finds out I forgot my panties he'll make me go upstairs and
put them on.  It's a rule and daddy never allows anyone to break the rules
especially the one about panties. .

   If I get in trouble it's totally Courtney's fault.  I asked the kids I
have lunch with: They couldn't help they're too nice.  I have English with
Courtney.  She's smart and funny even if her friends are whores.  People
say whores are bad but Courtney and her friends so stick together.  Most
girls are into gossip and being popular but they don't seem that way at
all. Courtney never talks about her friends but she has told me things
about herself and I am proud to say I never repeated any of it but the
girls I have lunch with, tell on each other all the time.  .

   Of course, if you ask for advice from a whore.  "Listen Megan; if you
want your dad to pay attention to you.  Wear something pretty and spread
your legs." "My dad isn't like other men: He's a strict Catholic; he always
wears a jacket in the house and he never raises his voice." "Men never turn
down a chance for sex." "But my dad isn't into sex." Courtney laughed and
said, "Your dad has five kids." .

   Courtney told me some crazy things she did.  She never said who she did
it with but she's the bravest person I know.  Doing this will take a lot of
guts but I'm brave and I love drama. .

   I try to think about him kissing me.  I think he won't, if daddy wanted
sex he wouldn't have a rule about wearing panties.  I think about it and it
doesn't seem so bad.  Daddy is big; he has jet black hair and rosy cheeks.
I actually think that he's kind of handsome.  .

   I feel nervous about trying it until I think how I so totally hate
Emily, the oldest, for being daddy's best friend.  They have private
business meetings together all the time.  I'm so jealous.  I always wanted
to be his favorite.  I so want dad to ask me to have a private business
meeting with him.  Samantha is older then me too.  He shows her stuff about
the computer because she's working on a software project for a science fair
and he's helping her.  I so wish daddy helped me with a science project. 
He's like a genius when it comes to computers.  I even saw stories about
him in computer magazines.  He quit his job to go into business for
himself. He's designing a search engine for the internet.  He says it will
make us rich but we have to make sacrifices.  The sacrifice was mommy.  She
goes away for months and visits with presents and phone calls and "I love
you" but I hate her because I always wanted to be her favorite.  Then after
I got to be her favorite, she left and I am nobody's favorite now.  I think
how much he likes Crystal, she's younger and how much he likes to watch her
dance ballet for him.  Tommy is the youngest.  I guess he likes him because
he's a boy and he has his name.  Mom when she's around calls dad Tom so
Tommy must be named after him.  I'm not named after anyone.  They do boy
stuff together like going to ballgames and fishing.  I wonder why he
doesn't take me fishing; I know it's because I'm a girl.  Then it hits me,
he took all the girls to ballgames and fishing too, all except me.  .

   He asked me to go with them but I say no because he never wants to be
alone with me.  He won't even drive me to theater practice on Saturday.  He
spends time, alone time with everyone but me.  .

   I wonder what is wrong: I work hard; get good grades; I do my chores; I
look like everyone else but daddy ignores and avoids me.  No I look better.
Everyone says I'm like the prettiest girl in school.  When the newspaper
wants a picture of a pretty girl my age, they use mine.  I get the lead in
every play but that doesn't count; I'm so into drama, and if I want
something I get it no matter what I have to do, no matter what it takes. 
Still when my friends and I analyze each others faces everyone says I'm the
prettiest.  .

   I'm like smart too.  You would think he would like a smart kid.  I know
because I snuck up and overheard mom and dad talking about me after a
conference with my teacher.  Dad said my IQ was higher then any of the
other kids; even higher then his.  It is true I never got a grade less then
an A but I can't be that smart because I would like computers or science
not drama.  Still if I'm smarter then the other kids I should be his
favorite; it's not fair. .

   My hair is dry and I check myself out.  The girl in the mirror is a blue
eyed blond: with white gold hair, not platinum, platinum is gross. 
Platinum is white hair that has been polished up with an attitude and a new
name.  I so hate it when someone says I have platinum hair.  Only a jerk
would say it.  White gold is the best color and it sets off my pail skin.
I've got a curvy figure and a nice butt too.  Lately people, men grown men,
look at my butt when I wear something tight.  I catch them doing it when I
go to the mall.  I know they want me and it makes me proud even though it's
a sin.  I feel a little afraid too.  If one of them got me alone he would
so rape me.  I look at my tits; I wish they were bigger.  I wear a bra to
school.  My tits are sort of small because I'm young but being young can be
a good thing because I'm smooth between my legs.  I hope that doesn't
change because shaving frightens me.  I finish brushing my hair so it looks
nice.  I put on the coral pink lipstick I stole from Emily.  Dad totally
hates orange.  I couldn't find anything else in my room so I looked in
Emily's.  I only use a little I don't want her to know.  I take an emery
board from my bureau.  I feel the carpet on my feet when I walk down the
stairs.  There's a rule about slippers too but there are carpets on the
floor and bare feet are sexy.  I walk downstairs and I feel a breeze under
my nightie.  I never played this game before and it makes me feel sexy and
afraid.  .

   They started the movie on the big TV without me.  Shows how important I
am.  Daddy gets movies before they come out because he's a computer genius.
It's called 'Jumanji.' And it won't be out till next week.  Dad will
probably ignore me and watch the movie. .

   Everyone is watching except Dad and Emily.  Dad sits on the sofa between
her and Samantha and they're having one of their private meetings.  He
never had a private meeting with me.  I wonder what they talk about: I'm
never welcome in their conversation.  I sit on the upholstered chair across
from the sofa.  I pull my nightie up exposing myself, totally and file my
toenails with the emery board.  The silk cushion feels cool and slippery
under my behind.  I forgot my panties before but it's like different now.
I'm so trying to get his attention but daddy continues to talk to Emily. 
No one else like notices anything either.  I wonder what a girl has to do
to get noticed around here.  I kick my legs like I have a cramp and go back
to my nails.  Now he notices: He really notices: I mean like he's staring
at my pussy.  I can't hear him but I can see he's so confused; he keeps
getting mixed up.  He looks at Emily and it's like he tries to listen but
he keeps looking back.  He probably thinks it's just an accident.  I can't
let Emily find out so I turn sideways and pull my nightie down and he
returns to the conversation: He says nothing about panties.  Courtney is
right: All men want
sex even dad.  It's so funny I want to laugh.  My dad: the saint, ha,

ha; the rule enforcer; like every other man he cares more about sex then
the rules but he so notices me that I like it. .

   I sit down normally and it's more comfortable.  I watch TV for a while.
I hate the girl in the movie she like runs away from the game and messes
everything up.  Movies always show girls as total cowards.  I swear if I
ever have an adventure I'll be totally brave and won't run away.  .

   I don't want him thinking I'm stupid or rude for exposing myself.  I
want him to know I did it on purpose.  So I point my knees at him and see
if he looks.  He keeps looking back and forth.  He looks so sad.  He thinks
because my nightie drops down to my ankles there's like no chance of his
seeing anything.  I can make it ride up by innocently shifting, and I do. .

   He watches its progress as it moves two steps up and one step back.  I
want suspense in my unveiling.  He can't see anything but he's totally
fascinated.  This girl knows drama and it's so much fun.  Our eyes meet
briefly.  He looks and looks right back.  I smile and turn away to watch
the movie.  .

   It makes me mad all they do in the movie is throw the dice and run away.
I wish something exciting or dangerous happens to me so I can show how
brave I am.  I promise myself not to run away no matter how afraid I feel
and if I play a game I will play it till it's over.  I can't be totally
sure about the movie because I only watch parts of it and I'm thinking more
about dad then the movie.  My nightie completes its journey to the middle
of my thighs and my legs part.  .

   I know just what he sees.  I practice like any girl by sitting in front
a mirror.  Once in a while I let a guy look up my skirt but not like this.
It's exciting: I love it and feel important. .

   He watches as my legs reveal and obscure.  When they press together he
explores gaps between me and my skirt searching for a clear passage.  I
pull his eyes with my knees and he follows them even if he has to move his
body.  .

   His feelings of guilt measure my importance in his eyes: if he suddenly
finds out I know; he'll suddenly feel guilt and it will overwhelm him; if
he slowly realizes I know, his slow growing guilt won't frighten him off;
it will fuel his desire instead; I want him so to feel guilt; to want me
more then his guilt; to want me to spite his guilt; to want me so, I can
see he wants me in his eyes.  .

   I slowly move my head until I could see him just out of the corner of my
eye if I looked.  Instead my eyes are on the TV watching the movie.  I like
open my legs and pull the bottom of my skirt removing a fold which raises
my skirt an inch.  I shift my eyes; fearing his eyes lie in wait and I'm so
caught; hoping rather to find his eyes in the trap I set between my legs,
and he is.  He even slid down the couch so he could get a better view.  I
so wish I could laugh but I want to reel him in.  .

   I'm slowly: turning my head; saying I know; building his guilt; letting
him adjust.  His body knows but he's busy watching.  Each time I move he
becomes more aware of me until he wonders if I know.  His face tells of the
fight between caution and desire.  He fears my eyes but stares at my
thighs. Like an addict using one last time, again and again.  .

   I give a quick glance but no, my eyes get caught.  I realize I'm staring
at a swelling in his pants.  I break free and my eyes flee hoping he didn't
see.  I look at the afterimage of my recent indiscretion: He was too busy
looking at me, to see me looking at him.  .

   I cloak my eyes in innocence and catch his.  It's like I'm happy he
notices me.  I smile closed lipped like I think he's so sweet.  I look away
and I grin like I'm the happiest girl in the world.  I shift my eyes; catch
a glimpse and shift back too quick for him to see.  His expression says
he's smarter then me.  .

   Then I open my eyes and mouth, give a puzzled look.  I glance over like
I just realized I was turning him on.  I smile and give him sympathetic
look saying its ok I know men can't help it.  He looks a little ashamed but
I keep smiling until he knows I'm not mad and he smiles back.  Then I place
my hand between my legs: I'm totally blocking his view; saying I'm sorry my
pussy distracts; I'm totally protecting you.  If he looks up my skirt again
he's totally asking for it.  He pretends to watch the movie.  But I'm not
fooled.  I almost catch his eye.  I look back, his eyes just left.  He
can't win this game.  I'm so much better.  I review my list of eye tricks
and choose a simple one called, 'The sky is falling.' My eyes jump and I
stare straight up at the ceiling; I know his will follow mine, and then
when he sees nothing his eyes will return to between my legs.  I pounce and
catch him looking.  He's such an amateur.  I smile like I forgive him, not
for losing at eye tag of course but for trying to look up my skirt.  .

   Now he's too excited to care.  He wants to catch my eye to plead for
another shot.  We go back and forth a few times.  I look at the TV and
totally ignore him for a while.  I really watch the picture.  Like I try to
follow the action but it never seems more then a collection of special
effects and I've seen better.  I so don't understand why everyone else is
interested in the movie it's so lame but it keeps them totally occupied. 
Now it's good to be ignored.  .

   When I look back he's looking away.  I take the opportunity to look at
the bulge in his pants.  I so don't want him to catch me.  I shift my eyes
away just before he looks.  Then it's like we look at each other at the
same time.  He looks me in the eye and then looks between my legs a couple
of times?  Bingo!  He's so begging.  I smile and look like I feel sorry for
him.  I shrug my shoulders and slowly slide my hand from between my legs.
We look at each other and when he looks between my legs and I spread them a
little more like I want him to be happy.  I go back to watching TV like I'm
not hot for him but I like him enough to give him what he wants.  .

   After a few minutes my legs open and close giving him different views of
my pussy.  I want him totally entranced.  I so bring my A game.  He's lost
in a gaze.  He's completely out of it and only aware of my pussy.  I stop
moving and just leave my legs open to see if he notices anything.  .

   I feel proud but I'm not just a hole.  If he wants a show, he has to
show me, he wants more then my pussy, he wants the rest of me too.  He
still keeps staring.  I slam my legs together; his head jerks up.  My
expression says pay attention to the rest of me too.  When he looks like he
cares about what I want I smile and spread my legs again.  He gets back
into it but knows enough to look at my face every once in a while.  I move
my legs again but I move for my pleasure as well as his.  I not sure why
but squeezing my legs together and rubbing them back and forth while
flirting with dad is especially exciting.  I'm so into it because I like
the same place on him that he likes on me.  I have to work hard to show him
what I've got but his just pops up hard.  He didn't have to do anything
that was my job too.  .

   I didn't know I'd get excited.  I wish this would last forever.  I
realize I'm totally out of control but as the girl I should stay alert. 
Poor dad, like most men, he's a slave to his emotions.  They're dumb but
they're pretty.  .

   It's like my job to save us from getting caught.  I look around and it's
lucky.  Emily stopped watching the movie and she is totally looking at me.
She knows something's wrong and being a girl, she's smart.  She's going to
know soon if we keep it up.  I catch dad's eyes and look over at Emily so
he knows why we have to cool it.  I pull my legs under my nightie.  I
forget about him and watch TV.  .

   When the show is over dad says, "Megan it's time for bed." I feel
disappointed and head for the stairs.  I guess I totally struck out.  Maybe
he tested me to see what kind of girl I am and he knows I'm bad.  Then at
the stairs I hear him telling the kids to go to bed and turn out their
lights and go to sleep.  It's a signal because he didn't tell me to turn
off my lights.  He wants them out of the way and he wants me to wait for
him, maybe.  I hope.  My first rendezvous?  .

   The kids are in their rooms and their lights are off.  I wait.  My
stomach knots at the sound of his steps.  I turn my lamp down low.  He
opens the door.  I am so afraid of what he's going to do.  I move over
inviting him to sit down on the bed because if he sits down he has to be
nice even if he's mad. .

   He sits down.  I feel so relieved.  He asks me about my day.  Then he
starts smoothing back my hair.  Oh, he really cares about me.  He says he
likes my hair best because he likes platinum blond.  It's really white
gold: I don't mind; he's a man; he makes me happy.  .

   He says he really likes my legs and pulls back the covers.  He lifts my
skirt; it's my first time; I feel excited and exposed.  Something, someone
rises up and pulls the skirt above my butt.  .

   He says he can't stop thinking about me.  I'm so important to him; I had
no idea.  He treats me like I'm a woman he wants for a girlfriend.  I feel
like a deer caught in the headlights too frightened to move or say
anything. He smiles, and says he loves me, which gives me like a sinking
feeling in my stomach.  .

   He reaches under my nightie and rubs my tummy.  It feels kind of strange
because he is touching me in new way.  When his hand goes near my pussy I
feel excited and scared.  Then he moves to the foot of the bed and bends
over and starts kissing the soles of my feet.  He asks me to lift up my
knees and spread my legs.  Someone, not me but she, makes my legs obey.  .

   He licks the soles of my feet and looks right at my pussy.  He sucks my
toes like they're nipples and then stops and slides up the bed toward me
again and strokes the inside of my thighs .

   It's totally shocking to see how much he changed.  Is he really daddy or
an alien pretending to be daddy?  When he strokes my thighs I realize daddy
didn't change I did.  I'm totally different since she woke up.  She's not
innocent like me; she's ignorant, strong and reckless.  She's not a girl;
girls aren't like that, she's a total animal.  She opens my thighs and
wants him to touch my pussy.  His hand gets so close it drives her crazy.
Who is she?  She woke up when I got dad excited; no she woke when dad got
me excited.  .

   I close my eyes and wait for him to touch it but instead he reaches up
under my nightie and starts caressing my breast.  I feel disappointed but
playing with my tits is almost as exciting because he crossed the line. 
This is bad touching and we both know it.  It feels so wonderful.  This is
the first time anyone played with my nipple openly for sex.  He's so in
love with me.  .

   "Daddy, why do you totally ignore me?" "Sweetheart I'm afraid of my
feelings.  I feel so excited around you I felt afraid of losing control and
going to jail but now I can't help it." "Daddy I won't tell." Then he bends
over, kisses my vagina and tells me to take off my nightie.  .

   I sit up and pull it over my head.  He takes off his shirt and jacket,
kicks off his shoes and takes off his slacks.  He sits down next to me on
the bed.  He puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my
head. Then he reaches under both arms and plays with my breasts.  I'm
totally alone in a room with a man who's playing with my tits and I feel
like a little girl.  .

   He's so nice saying he loves me and I'm pretty.  He tells me he always
wanted me ever since he saw me at a cast party in an orange dress and
lipstick.  He says he can't stop thinking about me.  I said I thought he
hated me in the play and hated me especially in orange because he left the
party early.  He said he left because he was afraid of what he might do. 
He said he thinks about me in the orange dress every night.  I feel so
swept away.  .

   He tells me to lie down on the bed facing away from him.  He pulls the
covers over me.  I like the warmth.  He turns out the light, gets under the
covers, lies down behind me on his side and we spoon.  He kisses me on the
ear and cheek.  I smell him close to me: It's like a man's smell.  He cups
my breasts and I'm so entranced I feel possessed.  He fondles them and it
feels so wonderful.  .

   He turns my head and gives me my first passionate kiss.  I feel warm
inside and I feel totally loved.  He grabs my hips and I feel his penis
inside his underpants rubbing in my ass crack.  It feels like he's fucking
me.  I push against his prick so he can let go of my hips.  I so want him
back playing with my tits.  He's in tight and fondling my breasts again. 
He keeps humping my butt and I love it.  I love making dad totally hot for
me.  I like feeling his rough hands.  Then he grunts and I can feel the
wetness of his underpants.  .

   He turns my head and gives me a long deep kiss and says, "Sweetie I love
you but I need to go down to the workshop and write code." He sits up and
so do I, I wrap my arms around him and say "Daddy I so love you." I pull
his mouth to mine and we kiss passionately.  He holds me and buries his
face in my hair.  He gives me a little lip kiss that lingers through out
the night.  .

   On the bus; I feel tired, wet and totally frustrated.  Last night after
daddy left, I kept waking up feeling his lips on mine, remembering the
evening.  I felt so hot I touched myself for the first time.  She made me
and won't let me feel guilty.  She's mad because I couldn't come.  I don't
know how.  I should have paid better attention to Courtney.  It's lucky I
never put my nightie back on because I soaked the sheets.  I need to wash
them after school.  I wonder if everyone will know what happened last
night. .

   I have new eyes at school, her eyes.  I see sex all around me.  Girls
flirting with teachers; Teachers flirting with each other and wanting the
students; Woman teachers wanting boys; And I also see people using sex to
get things for themselves and to control others.  About half the kids are
innocents like the girls I have lunch with; none of them notices anything.
.

   Maybe I need new friends.  Maybe I should start hanging out with the
whores.  Courtney could introduce me.  I see Courtney after lunch in
English Class and when she sees me she starts laughing.  I blush because
she knows.  I sit next to her in class, but I won't look at her or talk to
her.  I also know, she's screwing her dad and she's totally into him.  .

   I keep thinking about dad the whole day: how much I love him; how
wonderful the sex felt; how special he made me feel; how wrong it is; that
I don't want to be a total whore and go to hell.  .

   I have my speech ready but I feel so guilty about it.  Not just guilty
about what we did: I do feel guilty about that too but I think I will feel
even guiltier if I don't go through with it.  I would like be breaking a
promise.  I didn't make a promise to anyone; certainly not my father.  This
is my chance to talk to him.  All the kids go to activities after school
today but I don't.  No one ever thought I could be good at anything, I
guess.  They come home in like 2 hours so I plan on talking to him first
thing.  I bet he's in the basement working on his search engine.  I'll say
I love him and I really loved what happened but we can't do it anymore;
it's totally wrong, especially between a girl and her father. .

   I open the door and he's right in front of me.  He never waited for me
before.  I feel so shocked I can't move.  He closes the door; kisses me and
takes off my back pack.  It falls to the floor as he picks me up.  I can't
talk with his tongue down my throat.  It's so romantic he's carrying me
upstairs to my room or his I can't tell.  I guess it's my room.  I feel so
special I can't say the speech that's fading from my mind.  "Megan I
haven't been able to think of anything but you since last night." What
speech?  I say, "I thought about you too dad." Instead of saying 'I thought
about telling you we shouldn't have sex.' He really wants me and I hate
disappointing him.  No, it's I so love his paying attention to me I don't
want it to stop.  I love this too much: Stopping would be wrong: I made a
promise?  .

   He says, "I worried all day about what happen last night and the police.
But now we're alone." I feel excitement between my legs when he says 'we're
alone.' It's totally awesome going from girl ignored, to girl adored.  .

   He opens the door.  And so I smell roses.  Where are we?" "Honey you
know my room." "You got me roses?" I look around and it's clear he worked
on the room all day.  He bought flowers and pink satin silk sheets for the
bed.  "Oh God: Do I mean that much to you?" "You mean far more to me then I
can say my beautiful obsession.  I worship you." .

   I realize he so wants me; even more then he ever wanted mommy and her
room belongs to me.  As they say pay back is a bitch.  No, I love her, I
guess.  Who knows what I feel.  I know it's wrong but I so want it.  .

   He sets me down on my feet next to his bed.  I feel him fumble with the
buttons on my shirt; it's kind of funny his wanting me so much.  He
unbuttons my shirt but gets impatient with the last few; pulls the shirt
open; pushes it off but before I can feel afraid, he kisses me on my chest
and feels my tits through my bra.  I wonder; what's going to happen?  I
hope it feels good like last night?  I want us to go all the way but I bet
it's gonna hurt.  I wanted to say something but its like can't think,
instead, he's taking off my bra.  .

   My bra is small but I have one to take off which makes me a woman.  He
pulls my jeans and panties down around my knees.  I feel embarrassed until
he kneels before me like I'm important and then he seems so silly I forget
myself and want to laugh.  He holds my ass and tries to kiss my pussy.  He
is so excited he doesn't know that he can't reach it with my legs together.
The poor guy needs my help so I lean back.  It hurts a little but I twist
my legs outward giving him access to me.  I push my pussy in his face and
he takes it gratefully and gives it a beautiful tongue kiss.  I feel like
he knocked me over with a pleasure.  The next thing I know my feet are on
the floor but my back is lying on the bed.  He is still holding my butt and
licking my pussy.  Then he gives my pussy a kiss.  I want to laugh at his
passion but I feel so much like a wet slut.  He breaks the kiss and stands
up. .

   I look up and he's across the room taking off his clothes.  I watch him
as he takes off everything but his pants.  Then he sits down and looks at
me.  I don't want to seem like a jerk so sit up and take off my shoes.  I
stand pull up my panties and push my jeans down and step out of them.  My
panties feel so sexy around my thighs.  Then caught up in a desire to show
dad: I sit on the bed and remove my right leg from
my panties; I stand and kick my left leg straight up; as my foot reached

its apex I pull and kick my panties completely off.  I wonder if stripping
for him will seem routine some day.  I know sex feels exciting, but will
striping for him seem totally routine after awhile because it happens so
much.  I'm like his woman and we're getting ready for sex: A woman who
seduced her father and betrayed her mother.  .

   Before I can say anything, he's across the room pushing me down on the
bed.  He covers me with kisses.  It's so exciting it feels like I did last
summer when I drank a couple of glasses of wine: I feel drunk; drunk on
love.  He sucks my tits and licks my nipples and the feeling drives me
totally crazy.  .

   "Roll over on your tummy honey." "Ok dad." I hope he isn't gonna fuck my
butt again.  I want to come this time.  I feel him spreading my butt cheeks
and oh, my God he's licking my ass.  "Dad it's totally wrong.  You're sick"
"I want you to know how much I want you.  I know you like it." "Oh God!  It
feels so good but it's totally dirty:" "I love your ass hole it a privilege
to kiss and lick it." He kisses my ass and moves down my crack.  He stops
and says, "I wouldn't do this to anyone else.  I wanted you for years and
now I can do it." "But daddy it's a sin." "Megan I only wish God and your
mother were here to see this." "Dad you're like fucken crazy." Did I say
that? .

   His face is buried in my crack and he starts licking my pussy from
underneath.  I totally loved what he did to my ass: I loved it because he
only licked me on the outside.  .

   It's different with my pussy he pushes his tongue right in.  A man is in
me: It's the
first time.  He explores me with his tongue from behind and rolls me

over.  His tongue enters my pussy again and it feels so like heaven.  I
know I want him and feel proud he's the first one in me.  I can hear wet
sounds as he licks me.  I'm losing myself: I fade with every lick of his
tongue.  .

   He explores my pussy with his finger.  Then he licks my vulva and when
his tongue hits a bump I feel like a shock of pleasure.  Courtney called it
a clit.  He eats me and his hands move all over my body; touching my ass,
stomach and breasts igniting feelings unknown.  His fingers run through my
vulva and he plays with my clit as his tongue continues pleasure my pussy.
He brings me close to an orgasm time after time and backs off.  I never had
an orgasm.  It's like torture being stimulated this way without relief.  .

   I say, "Take me!  Take me!" when I feel like I'm beginning to come but
he stops and just holds me.  I think I'm calm and I blurt out he should
stop.  I feel sorry for the words even as I say them.  I think Courtney
would be ashamed.  The man just jumps up and he walks toward the door. 
Only then do I realize how hot I feel.  I tell him I so didn't mean it but
the bastard opens the door.  I feel like the girl in the movie last night.
I don't want to be her.  .

   The next thing I know I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back
in the room.  "Please don't' stop." But you asked me to?" I swing him
around and push him toward the bed.  "I need you totally.  I couldn't stand
it if you didn't take me." He tries to pull away but I hold on.  "Please
daddy I want you." I push him back toward the bed and punch his chest.  He
said, "Ok start begging." "What do you mean?" "If you want it start rubbing
your pussy and beg me to fuck you." .

   He knew all along.  The son of a bitch played me ever since he had to
close the door for the stunned little girl who just came home from school.
He is smart.  He may not know girl stuff but tricked me.  He knew my
passion would mirror his and he offered no relief wanting my desire to
excide my reason.  .

   He wants me to feel guilt; to want him more then my guilt; to want him
to spite my guilt; to want him enough to beg so I can never complain about
what we did.  Now I know the pleasure I gave him.  .

   I find I don't have to do it.  I could stop but it would be wrong.  I
would be breaking, an agreement; an agreement with who I don't know.  I do
know if I stopped I would be running away like, like they did in the movie
last night.  Now I remember.  No wonder I forgot.  I made the promise to
myself.  Promises people make to themselves, are the most important
promises that they can make; but they are the ones they most often forget.
When I watched the movie I promised I wouldn't run away and I'd play till
the game it's over.  If I don't I would be like the girl in the movie; a
coward.  If I stop now this story is a tragedy: I'm a coward and dad's a
monster.  If I keep playing, it still may be a tragedy but it might turn
out to be a love story or porn.  .

   Not porn.  I never saw porn but I heard porn stories are like where
girls rip off their clothes for no reason and run out in the street yelling
fuck me fuck me and a motorcycle gang just happens to come along.  Not this
girl: Not any girl I think.  Ok
not porn but this could be a sex story, where sex is exciting and part

of the story too.  .

   I feel his palm hit my face not hard enough to be a slap but hard enough
to be exciting.  He's saying, "Stop staring and answer.  What's it gonna
be, slut?" If I don't beg I'll lose my self respect.  "Daddy I beg you
please." He steps back and sits down on the side of the bed.  "Squat down
and finger yourself in front of me whore." I squat like a creature from the
rain forest and finger myself.  My legs channel the musky incense smoke of
passion, enveloping the little girl: When the smoke clears; my body, a
woman's body becomes me, for the first time.  "Ok you humiliated yourself
now kneel before me.  .

   When I kneel he says, "Ok say.  'I'm a dirty cock sucking whore.'" He
seeks to trap me with my words but I totally embrace the new me.  "I'm a
dirty cock sucking whore." I look down at the floor degrading my old self
and embracing my sensuality.  "Liar you haven't sucked my cock, yet.  Tell
me Megan, do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, yes I never wanted anything so
much in my life, daddy." He's not daddy any more but it's so dirty calling
daddy that the pleasure is electrifying.  "Do you want to commit incest
with me?  "Yes please fuck me." "That's not enough say the words." "What do
you want me to say?" "Ok repeat after me.  "I want us to commit incest and
I want you to commit adultery with me?" The bastard is like a lawyer,
wanting me to sign off on every single sin; but it feels so good to wallow
in it, that I'm grateful for his manipulation.  I'm so excited I don't know
what he said exactly but I totally know drama and I live my part.  "Yes
Daddy, I so want us to commit incest and adultery.  I'll gladly go to hell
if you just fuck me." .

   "Ok cocksucker, pull down my fly and put my dirty cock in your mouth." I
unzip his fly.  It's so gross it's exciting.  He teaches me how to stroke
his penis.  I hold it with two hands like it's a snake.  I kiss it and
plunge it in and pleasure him with my throat: It's exciting but it's hard
to breathe; I'm proud but I want to puke; I feel like I'm in heaven but I
know I'm totally going to hell.  .

   I coax his passion till he erupts in my mouth.  His come smells totally
gross but it like excites me.  I increase my passion by drinking his.  He's
yelling and out of control because of me.  I totally want to please him no
matter how degrading.  .

   He stands, tells me to take off his pants: I rise, unbuckle unbutton and
shove him; he's falling; I grab trousers pull them as he falls out of them;
I swing em away, let go, he bounces off the bed; I snatch his underpants
and throw them over my shoulder.  I'm a total whore. .

   I jump: He catches me; We French kiss; He turns us over and plants me on
the bed.  He goes down on me and starts eating me out.  I bend my knees and
pull my legs up to my chest and spread them.  His tongue caresses me as I
run my fingers through his hair.  If this isn't love its better then love.
If I'm not so horny I'd want him to do this forever.  He tongues my clit
intensely and rubs the base of my pussy with his middle finger.  I feel a
rhythm inside me and I'm coming for the first time.  It's more a relief
then anything.  .

   I'm still coming.  He grabs a lubricant from the headboard.  It feels
warm and smells nice as he rubs it inside.  Then he puts my middle finger
on my clit.  I watch him open a jar of Vaseline while I'm rubbing my pussy
and coming.  What am I?  What did he do to me?  I look at him putting
Vaseline on his dick.  Now everything seems scary and totally gross.  .

   This isn't a dream.  It's like the movie last night I was a little girl
who started a game she didn't understand except I'm brave, crazy enough to
play this out.  That man played me like I played him and he wants me too
much to protect the little girl I am inside.  Instead he's going to stab
her like every girl made into woman.  Because he came before and I'm
coming, I couldn't be more ready.  He rubs the head of his cock against the
outside off my pussy.  He said I'm going to take your cherry.  The faster I
do it the less it will hurt.  Spread your legs as wide as you can.  I
straighten my legs up in the air and totally spread them as I do it he runs
me through and I feel an explosion of pain rip though me.  It's agony but
it goes as quickly as it came and it's just sore.  I feel like people in
the movies like when they get run through with a sword.  I guess I am
stabbed with his sword.  I'm more shocked then hurt.  .

   The guy starts fucking me with little strokes which make me wet and it
hurt less.  It feels good and hurts at the same time.  It's so wonderful
having him work his way in me: Sharing this journey with him means so much.
He feels it too and says, "Megan I love feeling the inside of your pussy."
"Oh daddy, I so love you in of me." .

   He seems to have stopped making progress and is fucking me in one place,
"You know it's going to hurt sometimes." I have an idea and I hug him and
kiss him on the cheek.  I push my face against his head until he gives way
and we are face to face.  He understands and he kisses me passionately to
distract my body.  We both push hard and he slides in a little deeper with
less pain then we expected.  He goes wild fucking me.  It feels wonderful.
I feel more and more excited.  I start to push up.  "Baby I'm not in you
all the way." I say, "I felt so excited I didn't know until you told me. 
Oh, and please don't call me baby right now.  Call me anything else even
'cunt' but not baby.  " I push up and he squeezes my ass and he pushed
down. It hurts but its ok.  I totally want him in me all the way.  We push
until I feel his pubic bone press against mine.  It feels wonderful.  I
feel proud because he's inside me.  "Oh daddy you are up me all the way:
Your penis is an organ in my body." He says, "I'm in you: I'm part of you:
This is the greatest moment of my life." We hold each other unmoving.  His
hands keep squeezing my ass cheeks back and forth so much it should hurt.
No it hurts but I like him hurting me this way.  I feel my pussy wrapping
around his cock and his cock change shaping so it matches my pussy.  .

   He feels drops on my cheek and pushes himself up off the bed.  "Does it
hurt a lot sweetheart?" "No it just feels so wonderful." We are one and I
see his eyes glisten; His wet falls from his eyes mixing with mine rolling
down my cheek.  He licks and gives me salty kisses.  .

   He puts his cheek next to mine and we hold reach other.  We enjoy of our
natural vibrations rubbing us against each other.  We want more and savor
little movements we make.  Each feels so good we move more and more until
our lust overcomes our love and we both start fucking at exactly the same
time.  .

   He's stroking inside of me and tries to get fancy.  This is ridiculous.
"Tom I totally need you to fuck me.  You can be artistic next time.  Don't
act like a jerk just fuck me: Fuck the liven shit out of me." He goes
crazy. He keeps banging me.  We move all over the bed and he lifts me up
and slams me down.  He's shaking me to death and I don't care.  I drop the
burden of self and float into the ecstasy of now.  Not past not future not
direction their lies drop away.  I'm pleasure.  I'm everything.  The
feeling lasts forever.  Time starts with the feel of a vibration, the
vibration of our orgasm, my orgasm.  I'm coming.  I hear my soft cries of
auh auh auh ooou and dad's panting on top of me.  The coming fades like the
sounds of thunder in the distance. .

   Just as I accept that it's over: He rolls out of me grabbing covers
violently; someone's opening the door, covers over me, I hear it's Emily. I
cannot see but I hear, "Dad, Meghan dropped her backpack right in front of
the door and I almost tripped.  She did it before and knows." He says,
"Just like you know you are supposed to knock, before you come in." Emily
says, "Daddy you don't have any clothes on," "that's why you should knock.
Now put Megan's backpack in her room and I want you to stop spying on her."
"But daddy she's dangerous." "You heard me young lady." I hear her close
the door. .

   I pop up from under the covers.  "Daddy why did Emily say I'm
dangerous?" "She has this crazy idea that when you want something you would
do anything to get it." I feel a little flush of anger and say, "She's
paranoid you know." "I know.  You're a sweet girl.  We are going to have to
talk about how to handle this." "Yes I know.  We are going to have to have.
What do you call them?" "Private business meetings: We are going to have to
have several I'm afraid." "I don't mind.  Daddy do you have any bubble
bath?" "I'm sure there is some in my bathroom left over from before." I
give him a hug and a kiss and say, "Please start my bath and add bubbles.
I'm going to take a bathrobe from your closet: I'd ask you to get it but
there's one in there that I always wanted.  

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