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The Old Switcheroo
by Pedro Vila (pedro_vila@SPAMhotmail.com)
***
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. (M/f, ped, inc,
fantasy)
***
Both Rita and her dad Shawn had lost the third part of
their 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 unfortunately also drove away any female
companionship her father would ultimately 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 pantiless nightgown and play with
her on the days off together, and would sometimes give
her lots of hugs. seeming to hold her on every part 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 father's 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 proceeded 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 wonderful. 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 their 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
tongue. He would then slip his hands up her nightgown
and hold her directly. She was uncomfortable with his
slimy tongue 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 wonderful 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
thought 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 happens 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 anymore.
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 searching 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 apparent 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 masturbate 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 reassuringly, 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 Heisenberg
uncertainty principal, or maybe aliens somehow zapped
there little corner of the world, or maybe it was the
teenage 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 other's body.
Shawn was started to see an adult man hovering over him
and thought it was a burglary 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 realized 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 father's deeper voice
instead. More sobbing.
Shawn, in Rita's body, found the knob and opened the
door. He/she stepped in and Rita, in Shawn's 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 their lives.
Shawn was becoming rather elated at feeling the
closeness with his daughter's 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 their day if their 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 daughter's body and
would wiggle against his own body which felt detached
yet still strongly his own. The wiggling had an effect
on the large adult male body naturally.
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 recognized that shudder and had an idea
in that excited moment. He suggested that she fuck him
while they were switched. Rita was overwhelmed 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 naturally 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 immediately
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 every
time 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 strength
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
entirely 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 man's 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 tea red
but reassuring.
Neither knew when it happened or how long ago but they
both found themselves in their 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
recognized 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 beautiful 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 firsthand 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 stifled the beginnings 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 powerful 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.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in
their local prison system.
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