index


Message-ID: <56024asstr$1181221803@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "xzz" <homasubi@fastmail.fm>
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Rev Megan Jumanji/UpSkirt 2 {Ho Masubi} (Mf rom cons inc)
Lines: 907
Date: Thu, 07 Jun 2007 09:10:03 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d



-- 
  xzz
  homasubi@fastmail.fm

-- 
http://www.fastmail.fm - Or how I learned to stop worrying and
                          love email again

<1st attachment, "Jumanji Megan's Storya.txt" begin>

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

Megan Jumanji/Upskirt
by Ho Masubi

Girl Power stories
This is a girl power story; stories where everyone male or female is safe, has 
power and has great sex.  



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 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

The inspiration for the story came from an incident I had at in a coffee shop 
located in a book story. A young woman wearing a long white cotton dress were 
the skirt of the dress reached to her ankles managed to raise it to her mid-
thigh.  I wanted to record all the flirting tricks I had personally experienced 
involving skirts. Flirting is an art form that no one writes or talks about.   

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

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.   




Megan Upskirt Jumanji
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 send me upstairs for them.  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 see Courtney in English. 
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 not them. Courtney never talks about her friends but she 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." 


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


       I feel nervous about trying it until I think how I so totally hate Emily, 
the oldest, because she's 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'm 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; 
I know it's because I'm a girl.  Then it hits me, he took all the girls to 
ballgames and fishing too, everyone but me. 


       He asked me to go with them but I say no because he never wants to be 
alone with me. He never even drives me to theater practice on Saturday. He 
spends time, alone time with everyone but me. 


       I wonder what's 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 
I can't count that because 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. He should 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. I 
only get A's 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 feels 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 polished up with an attitude and a new name.  I so hate it when 
someone says I'm platinum. 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 looking when I go to the mall. I know they want me and I feel 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.  
There sort of small because I'm young but being young can be a good thing too 
because I'm smooth between my legs. I hope I stay smooth because shaving 
frightens me. I finish brushing my hair so it looks nice. I use 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 downstairs. There's a rule about slippers too but bare feet on carpets feel 
sexy. I walk downstairs and I feel a breeze under my nightie. I never played 
this game before and I feel sexy and afraid. They started the movie on the big 
TV without me. Shows how important I am. Dad gets movies before they come out 
because he's a computer genius. It's called 'Jumanji.'  And it comes out next 
week. Dad will probably ignore me and watch the movie.


       Everyone's watching except Dad and Emily. Dad sits on the sofa between 
her and Samantha and they're having one of their private business meetings. He 
never had a private business 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 sees 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 and 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 away and looks right back.  I smile and turn away to watch the movie.  


       I hate the movie because they just roll the dice and run away. I wish 
something exciting or dangerous happens to me so I can act brave. I promise 
myself not to run away no matter how afraid I feel and to play games to the end. 
I'm not 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 know because I practice in front of a mirror, 
like any other girl. 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 his 
eyes explore the gaps between me and my skirt searching for a clear shot. 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. I shift my eyes; 
fearing his, fearing they lie in wait, for mine and I'm caught; hoping to find 
his eyes in the trap I set between my legs. There they are, he's caught like a 
fly trapped in my soft silky web. He even slid down on the couch for 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.  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; my eyes catch, I pull away and wonder what held 
me. I look at his pants and the bulge; I realize I'm a quarry too.  I flee 
afraid he saw me. I look at the afterimage of my recent indiscretion and feel 
relieved. 



       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. 


       I open my eyes and mouth, give a puzzled look; glance over like I just 
realized I was turning him on. I smile and give him a sympathetic look saying 
its ok I know men can't help themselves. 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 totally blocking his view.

 
       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.' I look straight 
up, acting surprised knowing his eyes mirror mine. He sees nothing and thinks 
that's the trick but it isn't. The trick is their eyes always return to where 
they were last. When he looks away my eyes follow in hot pursuit. I pounce and 
catch him looking between my legs. 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's only a collection of special effects and I've seen better. I so wonder 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 he's so begging. 
Bingo  


       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 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 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 feels especially exciting.  I'm so into it because I like the 
same place on him, he likes on me. Girls do all the work: it took effort to show 
him what I've got but his just pops up.  I made it happen not him. 

 

       I feel so excited. I wish this could go on 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's 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 movie ends 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'm 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, controls my legs.  


       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 I changed 
not dad. 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; 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 feels special 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 my 
blanket 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 and I feel totally 
loved and warm inside. 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 to 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 feel ready to tell him but I feel so guilty. Not just guilty about what 
happened: I do feel guilty about that too but I think I think it's wrong not to 
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 except me. 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 dad.


       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. 


       
       He pulls my jeans and panties down around my knees. I feel embarrassed 
until he kneels before me; holds my ass and tries to kiss my pussy. He's so 
silly I want to laugh. He is so excited he doesn't know 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 pleasure. 



       The next thing I'm lying on the bed with my feet on the floor. He's 
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 I 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 and sliding down my legs. 


I step forward and feel the air chill my nude body. I never felt so vulnerable. 
I can't believe it could ever feel routine. It's so exciting being a woman 
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's not 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 buried in my crack; he licks 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 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 to my 
regret. I think Courtney would be ashamed of me. The man just jumps up and he 
walks toward the door. Only then do I realize how hot I feel.  I tell him I 
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 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 ones but ones we 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.  


       He shacks me a little and it feels exciting and I feel his impatience. 
"Stop staring and answer." He acts cool but he's desperate.  "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 cocking 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 me want 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 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 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 falls; I grab trousers and pull; he falls out of them; I swing 
them away; he bounces off the bed; I snatch his underpants and throw them over 
my right 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 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 stabled 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 my dad means so much. He feels 
it too and says, "Megan I love feeling the inside of your pussy." "Oh daddy, I 
so love you inside of me." 

 
       He stopped making progress and fucks me in one place, "You know it going 
to hurt sometimes." I hug him and kiss him on the cheek. I push my face against 
his hard 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 a 
lot deeper with less pain then 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're up me all the way: Your penis it's 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 shape so it matches 
my pussy. 



       He feels drops on my cheek and pushes himself up off the bed. "It hurts 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 our 
movements. 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. 



       I love his fucking until he 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 living 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 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 it's over: He violently grabs the covers: I hear the 
door; he rolls over, I hear Emily enter; He pulls the covers over me. I can't 
see but I can hear Emily say, "Dad, Meghan dropped her backpack right in front 
of the door and I almost tripped.  She did it before and knows."  Dad says, 
"Just like you know you are supposed to knock before you come in."  "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 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 so paranoid." "You're 
right about Emily. I know you're a sweet girl. We need to talk about how to 
handle this." "You mean we are going to have, what do you call them?" "They're 
called private business meetings and we're going to have a lot of them, I'm 
afraid." "What ever you want is ok with me. You should get a lock for our door 
tomorrow. 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, I always wanted.


____________________________________


This is a girl power story; stories where with consent and romance where 
everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes pregnant or is raped, 
assaulted, tortured or murdered. 


Let me know if you like girl power stories. Email homasubi...@fastmail.fm remove the ... of course.





<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+