Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2011 16:22:24 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: bridging the gap-11 BRIDGING THE GAP-11 My mind was completely shocked. In all the years that I had lived with my gender reconstruction, I've never EVER felt a sexual orgasm like the one I got from Nicolas Cartwright last night (last chapter). Sad to say that after such an arousing orgasm, I was somewhat disappointed to go back to bed with my father. Of course I loved dad, and for awhile I toyed with the idea of keeping my identity secret and staying in Madison County as his live-in girlfriend. But after the explosive sex with Nick..., I found myself thinking of him constantly. As soon as dad woke up and started cuddling behind me and kissing my ear and neck (his stiff morning erection poking between my thighs), I started thinking of Nick, wondering if he was thinking of me? If he was making early morning love to his wife Donna? If he thought of me while he was poking HER? Dad rolled me over onto my back and started suckling my tits. I watched his tongue play with the nipple before sucking it into his mouth, his free hand squeezing my other breast. After a few minutes he lifted to my face, kissing my lips while his hand snaked down between my legs to toy with my clitoris. I was still full of Nicolas' cum from last night's encounter in his car (wanting to feel his seed in me for as long as possible), but dad mistook Nick's slick slippery sperm as me getting moist. He climbed up on top of me, them maneuvered himself between my legs. I spread my thighs wide for him, though the emotional attachment was no longer there. All I could think about was Nicolas, and when would I get the chance to see him again? Dad slipped his cock into me, his long dry penis breaking through my sperm leaking vaginal lips. I gasped as he broke through, stretching my vagina walls wide. I laid on top of me, then started humping, staring down into my face as he held my head in his hands and told me how beautiful I was, and how much he loved me. I said "I love you too", then felt his tongue enter my mouth. I was forced to suck his tongue while he fucked me, pumping his hips into me as he buried his cock in me over and over again. For 12 minutes dad pumped through me, squeezing my tits, my ass, fucking me hard, then soft, then hard again, suckling my neck, my mouth, slobbering my ear. I won't lie, I did enjoy the fucking, his constant in/out thrusting got me in the mood even thought I knew I'd really rather be with Nick. At some point I began imagining Nick on top of me, fucking me hard. I imagined I was in Nick's bed, it was HIS cock fucking me, thrusting through me, taking over me, making me whole. "Oh god, I'm coming...!" I moaned, feeling my vagina gush warm fluid. "Oh yeah..., I FEEL it!" yelled dad, fucking me harder as my own semen made my cunt slicker. Dad thrust into me a half dozen more times before he rammed in one last time and froze. "OH god..." he gasped, lifting his torso a few inches off my breasts as he lifted his head and groaned; "...urrkk...I'm...cccooommmmiiinnngggg..." I thought dad was having a heart attack as he withered and squirmed atop me, grinding pelvises as he emptied his ball juice into me, adding his with mine and Nick's. "Wow..." he said, falling off to the side to catch his breath, sweat pouring from his matted brow. "...I've never felt you cum so much..." he said, "...you must've really needed that fuck...!" "Yes..." I said, rolling out of bed with my back to him. Grabbing my robe, I got up and headed into the bathroom. I could feel dad's combined cum dripping down my inner thighs as I shut the door and sat on the toilet to allow it to drip back out of me. I felt like a heel, fucking my father while thinking of someone else. A married man at that! Not only was I an incest freak, I was a home wrecker. Where was Nick and I going on this merry go round? Where was DAD and I going for that matter? My life was barreling out of control like a runaway train, and I had no idea where the last stop was, but I was almost certain people would get hurt. "You alright in there...?" asked dad, knocking on the door. "Yes..." I said, grabbing a wad of toilet paper to wipe myself before flushing. I looked at myself in the mirror, hating (for the first time since my surgery) who I saw looking back at me. Was THIS the purpose of my sex change, I wondered? "You okay...?" asked dad after I opened the door. "Of course..." I lied, pecking him on the lips. "You feel like breakfast with me at the diner today...?" he asked, going in to take a leak. "uh..." I thought, not up to fighting with the frumpy waitress Susanne. "...you know it's going to take me awhile to fix my makeup...!" "Makeup...?" mocked dad, flushing the toilet. "You don't need makeup...! You're the sexiest woman in town! You should go natural sometimes so people can see your natural beauty!" "I'm a city girl..." I defended, already searching through my makeup case for my chisel and jackhammer. "...if you wanted an all natural girl, you should have hooked up with a famer chick!" "Somehow I see you as a country girl..." said dad, coming out of the bathroom with a grin. "...you seem like you could have been raised around here all your life...!" I felt a chill run up my spine. Was he starting to suspect...? "Sorry, not enough day spas and dress shops in town for me...!" I smiled, trying NOT to look nervous. "So if I were to ask you to stay, you wouldn't...?" he asked, walking up behind me to hug from the back. "I thought we talked about this before, Lester...?" I said, breaking away. "I'm only here temporarily..." "I know..." said dad, looking disappointed. "...but that was awhile ago, and you're still here..., we're still together...! I was hoping that THAT meant some things had changed for you...?" "Nothing's changed..." I said, watching dad's face frown. "...I enjoy being here with you..., can't THAT just be enough for now...? Can't we just enjoy the time we have left together...?" "I don't want this time to end..." said dad, sincerely. "...not after losing my wife, AND my son...!" he said, getting choked up. "Life's too short to live in just the moment! You're still young for now, but all too soon you're gonna look back and wonder where all the years went...! Do you want to spend that time alone..." he asked, taking me back into his strong arms. "...or would you rather spend it with someone who's over the moon for you...?" he asked, looking me right in the eyes. "Cause I'm crazy in love with you..., and I want you to be my wife...!" HOLY SHIT!" "You can't be serious, Lester..." I said, nearly falling over in my heels. "...we barely know each other...!" "I know ALL I need to know about you, Alex..." he said, holding me tightly about the waist as I tried to squirm away. "...I know you're a loving, caring, vivacious woman who enjoys life and all the things it has to offer...!" he said. "I just want to make you happy...! I want to be the one who puts a ring on your finger and make you a respectable woman...!" Tears started to swell in my eyes at the thought of dad proposing to me. I certainly didn't factor this in my revenge scheme, and I was at a loss at what to do. I loved my dad of course, perhaps MORE than a boy should, but marriage...? That was taking things too far. "Let me ask you a question..." he said, after my long silence. "...do you LOVE me...?" "Of course I do..." I said, struggling to get out of his grasp. "Then what's the problem...?" he asked, fighting to keep me close. "We could get married at the Justice Of The Peace..., it doesn't have to be a big wedding..., I've done that already...!" "We're from two different times, Lester..." I said, managing to wiggle out of his arms. "...you're a widowed man from a small town who doesn't even know where his SON is..., and I'm a pricy city girl who wants a big lavish wedding in my future...! We don't mix!" "If you want a big wedding, we can have a big wedding..." smiled dad. "...the biggest wedding this town has ever seen!" he said, stroking my hair. "Anything you want...!" he added softly, pleading his case. "You don't have to think about it now..." he said, sensing apprehension on my part. "...think about it...! We discuss it later...!" "I don't know, Lester..." I said, discouragingly. "...there's a lot about me you don't know...!" "And I told you, I don't care what happened to you in your past...!" reassured dad. "What's past is past! We ALL have things we're not happy about...! I've done things I'm not proud of either..., but I wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to be a part of my life...!" he argued, "Love isn't that easy to find..., you only come across it once or twice in your lifetime...! Don't pass me up because you're afraid I might not like something from your past...! Give me some credit! Let ME be the judge of that! Okay...?" Dad pulled me into his arms after that, hugging me tightly as he wrapped his arms about my body. I hugged him back, holding back tears at his honesty. How would he truly take the news that I was his long lost son Alexander? Would he embrace me like this, make love to me again like he did this morning...? Or would he kick me to the curb again, calling me sick vile nasty names like before...? "Meet me for lunch...?" he asked, pulling away to see if I was alright. "Okay..." I snickered, wiping my watery eye. Dad kissed me on the forehead before disappearing into the bathroom to get ready for work. While he was busy shaving and showering, I snuck over to my purse and checked my messages. Nick HAD texted me, telling me how much he missed me and wanted to see me again today. `What time?' –I texted back. `Lets meet for lunch' –he texted. `Can't, meeting Lester for lunch'. `Break it!' –he texted. `I can't...' –I texted. `Then meet me at 11 o'clock for an early lunch...' –he texted, `...and wear something sexy, I'm hungry for your love!' My anus was already puckering at the thought of meeting Nick for an early lunch. I lounged around in bed until daddy finished showering and dressing, telling him how sleepy and tired I was after his morning bang. Dad laughed and told me to get a lot of rest, cause there was more where that came from. I ran to the window to watch him pull out of the driveway and leave, then RAN into the bathroom to shower, scrub, exfoliate, moisturize, perk up, pluck, shave, and manipulate my face and body into the girl I wanted to present to Nick. I washed and curled my hair, painted my nails and toe nails, took my hormone injections, took my daily dose of pills and vitamins, pulled out a sexy strapless red halter-top dress (which conformed to by shapely body like a mermaid suit when I walked), painted my face, donned my perfumes, slipped on some naughty panties, my nylons and high heels, then sashayed out the door to my mother's car and drove to my morning destination to meet Nick. I pulled up at his father's old Real-Estate office, and walked in. Right off the bat the nosey secretary gave me the `stink' eye. "Can I help you...?" she said. If her tiny little bird nose could get any higher, she's drown in her own spit. "Nick Cartwright, please." I said nicely, despite the hateful looks she gave me. "Name...?" she asked, looking through the planner to see if I had an appointment. "Wilkerson..." I said, "...Alexandra..." Her eyes popped beads when she saw Nick had indeed scheduled me in for an appointment. "It says here that your appointment is with PETER Cartwright..." said the woman, smugly. "He's down the hall..., THAT way...!" she pointed, in the opposite direction of Nick's office. I'm sure my face looked stunned, but I tried not to show too much confusion as I quietly made my way down to Peter's office at the end of the hall. Knocking on the door, I heard a man's voice say `come in', so I pushed open the glass (draped) door and walked in. "You must be Alexandra..." said this big tall red headed man, coming out from behind his desk in a suit and tie. "...I'm Peter Cartwright, Nicolas's older brother...!" "Hello." I said, unsure what else to say. Why was I here? What did Nick tell Peter about our relationship...? "Would you like something to drink...?" he asked, pointing out the bar he had stashed in the corner of his sizable office (which was slightly smaller than Nick's). "No, nothing..." I said, as he guided me to a chair. "...is something wrong...?" I asked as I sat down (my skirt rising up my thighs as I sat). "Is there some reason why Nicolas isn't here...?" "uh..." stammered Peter, clamoring back behind his desk. "...Nicolas got an unexpected emergency he had to attend to first..." "ah..." I said, crossing my legs. "...let me guess..., --his wife...?" Peter smiled... "So, how long have you and Nick been, uh..., friends...?" he asked, taping his fingers nervously on his desk top. "Not long..." I said, catching his eyes falling on my legs. "...but we've grown quite close in a small amount of time...!" "I bet..." he said more to himself than to me. "How long do you plan to be in Madison County...?" he asked. "I'm not sure..." I said, uncrossing my legs so the split in my shirt would rise higher (showing off the panty shield between my legs), before slowly crossing the other leg (Sharon Stone style). I could see Peter becoming flustered (loosening his tight tie) at my little peepshow. "...it really depends on how well received I am...!" "Received...?" he asked, confused. "Well..." I said, opening my red blazer so my cleavage would spill over my halter. "...a woman has NEEDS Peter..., I'm sure your wife has told you this...?" "Ex-wife!" corrected Peter, his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth. "Wh, uh..., what kind of, uh..., NEEDS are you talking about...?" he managed to ask, reaching down to adjust himself in his seat. I smiled, knowing my body was getting him hot. How many times had Peter Cartwright used poor pathetic Alexander as his cumdump, only to pass him along to his friends to use as well, all just so he could get closer to Nick. "The same needs every woman wants, Peter..." I said, sitting back. "...stability, security..." "And, uh..., HOW exactly is Nick helping you to find those...?" he asked. "Oh..." I said, realizing Peter knew exactly WHY I was there. "...Nick has a way of PROBING me, DIGGING to the ROOT of the problem and POUNDING it out until I'm forced to see the light...!" I laughed. "He's showed me some personal properties that he said he wouldn't mind me borrowing every now and then..., or course I wouldn't own it, but I'd be able to USE it whenever possible...!" "And you're okay with THAT kind of arrangement...?" he asked, not really talking Real Estate. "It's what I'm here for...!" I smiled. Peter looked like he was about to cream his pants at any moment. "Well..., you know, Nick isn't the only one in this office that can show you personal properties and POUND out your problems...!" he offered. "I've taught Nicolas everything he knows...!" "Really...?" I asked, sounding intrigued. "You must be one GOOD teacher...!" "Yeah..., AND I'd be available to show you MORE property MORE often than him..., since he's MARRIED and all...!" added Peter, standing up from behind his desk. I could easily see the mound in his pants as he forced his hands in his pockets to straighten out and wrinkles in his crotch. As he walked from around his desk, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the long prominent shaft snaking down the inside of his pant-leg. "I see you're interested in checking my properties out..." he said confidently, as I came closer. I could feel myself breathing harder as lustful thoughts and long ago memories filled my mind. Memories of Pete holding my head as a young boy, stuffing his hard cock down the back of my throat, forcing me to deep throat him. I heard a zipper, then saw Peter Cartwright fishing through his fly to free his hardon. I thought that was my que to leave. "Where you think you're going...?" he asked, grabbing my arm as I tried to stand up. I struggled to pull away, but Peter was far too strong and horny to let me go. "You fucking prick tease..." he snared at me, gripping me by both arms as he physically pulled me into him face to face. "...you come in here with that skimpy tight outfit on, taking about probing and pounding, getting me all worked up..., then you think you're just gonna get up and LEAVE without at least giving me a blow job...?!" "I don't know what Nick's been telling you about me..." I defended, "...but I'm NOT that kinda girl...!" "Sure you are..." smiled Pete, staring down at my breasts. "...he told me how you blew him in his office...! How he fucked you in your ole man's bedroom...! And how he even nailed you last night in his car!" I could feel Pete's hardon poking straight into me, freed from its polyester prison. "I know EXACTLY what kinda broad you are..." he continued, holding me tighter. "...you're the kinda bitch that likes to work a man up, then play hard to get...! You know you WANT IT as badly as we do..., but you want to make him TAKE IT, so you don't feel like the slut you are!" My mouth dropped open in disbelief (had he been spying on me since I been in town...?). "You've got a pretty mouth..." he said, seeing opportunity written all down my throat. "...why don't you get your knees and show me how well you give head...?!" he asked/demanded, shoving me down on my knees in front of him. As a former girly-boy, I've had plenty of experience sucking men off, even when I didn't want to. Once the blood rushes to a man's erection, his dickhead takes over thinking, leaving little else in the way of compromise. How many times had I been cornered by some big strong brute who really wasn't into fags, but wanted their dicks sucked and I was the only one in their presence to give them what they wanted? How many times had I been forced to my knees to submit, only to get off on it? Peter's cock stood staring me in my face. I couldn't believe how much it'd grown since I last saw it. It was big, pale white, and as thick as I remembered..., only now it looked to be about 9 inches long, with a plum colored head. Peter was eager to get things started as he gripped me by my hair, and stopped me from admired his hardware. "Take it in your mouth..." he insisted, smearing it across my lips. I opened my mouth and let it in, feeling it fill my oral cavity completely. "...ah yeeeah..." he moaned, as I took him in. It'd been a long time since I last blew Peter Cartwright, in fact I was 15 the last time he force fed me his dick, holding me by the hair as I choked on his length. Now things were different. He wasn't dealing with a frightened teenage boy with an eagerness to please and be liked..., now he was dealing with a female vixen, one with a ominous sex drive and as many holes to fill as erections he could muster. I opened my mouth and swallowed his dick straight down to the hilt, burying my pretty made face in his groin. "OH SHIT...!" he gasped at the unexpected. "Nick said you could suck cock..., but I didn't expect THIS...!" he said, bewildered. I mashed my face in his crotch, feeling his cock wedge down my throat. I held it there for a few seconds before pulling back, dragging my lips back up the hard ironclad shaft to suckle sweetly upon the head. "Damn you're some kinda find...!" he complimented as I looked up into his eyes, then swallowed his cock again. "awwwwww..." he moaned as I slowly took him back down into my throat, pressing my chin into his balls. If Nick wanted me to be his whore, I'd do it gladly, on MY terms! Peter leaned back against his desk top for support, as I crawled along in front of him, bobbing my blonde head in his lap and sucking his long hard cock like a retired prostitute. Pete ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it back into his fists so he could watch my red ruby lips suck up and down his pale shaft. I liked wearing smudge proof lips stick when I suck dick, and usually traveled with a makeup case full of it. As hard as Peter tried to smear my lipstick (pulling his cock from my mouth and slapping it against my face or rubbing it vigorously across my lips), it just wouldn't smudge. Scooting down, I sucked his big meaty balls, licking and bathing them in spit before taking them one by one into my mouth to wash thoroughly with my tongue. After suckling each ball individually, I took them both into my mouth, it took some time to work the whole sac in, but I managed to get them both inside and pull them gently with my lips, giving them a thorough workout before spitting them side and licking my way back up the iron shaft. "Oh baby..., if your mouth feels this good, I can't imagine what your cunt must feel like..." whispered Pete, already daydreaming of fucking me. That was an event that would have to wait, as I really wanted to taste his cum, to remind my taste-buds what it tasted like all those years ago. Peter tried several times to pull me off of his cock, to pull me up from my knees so he could get a crack at my pussy. But I refused to let go, knowing I had him on the ropes. He wasn't going to fuck me when he was already on the verge of coming. Oh no! If he was going to fuck me, it was going to be long and hard. I wanted to see if he had the power to make me cum like his brother Nick? Peter seemed frustrated that he couldn't get to my pussy (even though he managed to reach down over my back, lift my skirt, and rub his curious fingers along my ass crack and puckered asshole until he found my moist vagina). He leaned back on the desk, smelling his fingers as I continued deep throating him, pounding my face down in his lap while stroking his long meaty shaft with my hand. "I'm close..." he warned, causing me to suck harder. "...I'm gonna cum...!" he announced, expecting me to pull off I guess. But I just kept sucking, slurping my mouth up and down his shaft as he leaned back on one elbow (his fingers up his nose with the other hand, smelling my va-jay-jay. "AWWWW shit...!" he cursed, as I worked his shaft faster with my hand and mouth working in unison. "Oh god...! I'm coming...! I'm..., AARRRHHHHHGGG...!!" he yelled, loud enough for the people in the office to head. With his free hand, he palmed the back of my head, then forced my mouth all the way down on his dick, forcing me to deep throat his spurting cannon as it punched wad after wad of creamy baby making juice straight down my throat. Peter continued to moan and groan as I slowly lifted my head, milking his throbbing shaft with my fist as I allowed the rest of his sizable load to spill out onto my tongue, painting it creamy white with extra salt. `Mmmmm...' my taste-buds remembered him as I drank his sperm, milking the softening shaft of anything left behind. Pete watched as I ran my thumb up along the underbelly, following the cum-tube, pressing out any cum lingering inside. When a big pearly droplet formed at the tip, I quickly whisked it away, eating it promptly, cleaning his cock of any traces of cum before getting up off of my knees. But before I could hook my fingers into the seams and lower my tight fitting skirt, Peter lifted up off the desk and quickly ran his hand between my legs along my moist pant-liner, rubbing my cunt. "Next time, I HAVE to try out that pussy...!" he insisted. "Are you sure we're ready for that kind of merger, mr Cartwright...?" I asked, lowering my skirt as he removed his hand. Rubbing across my cleavage, he looked me directly in the eye... "You've already swallowed my best plan..." he said, pulling me in closer by my halter. "...the least you could do is allow me in the front door to probe the rest of my plan...!" "Or the BACK door..." I smiled, flirtatiously. "...I'm an equal opportunist type of girl!" Peter smiled... "In that case, are you sure you have to go right now...? I'm sure I could find time for another meeting...!" "Sorry..., I have a lunch date..." I said, regrettably. "...but DO tell your brother that I was left in VERY capable hands while he was indisposed...!" "Oh, I will...!" assured Pete, as I pulled out my makeup kit to make sure my face and hair was okay. I'm sure the receptionist noticed I had a slightly different hairdo than I did before I went into Pete's office. We were standing directly in front of the receptionist's desk when Nick's office door suddenly opened, and out walked him, his wife & kids. Instantly I saw Donna's cheerful smile turn to a frown when he saw me. "Oh, what gorgeous children..." I said, bending over so Nick's oldest could see down my cleavage. Donna pulled them in close to her, as if I might snatch one (like I wanted kids...). "Hi..." said Nick, trying to act cordial. "...I see Pete's been taking good care of you...?" he said, politely (reading between the lines, he was asking if I was alright...? Had Pete TRIED anything?). "Oh yes..." I said, standing back up. "...he's been taking GOOD care of me..." I said, flinging back my hair dramatically as I looked over my shoulder at Peter. "...in fact, I might have to replace my OLD Realtor back at home..., he has too many obligations to fulfill...!" I said to the misses, referring to her husband. "Oh...?" said Donna, stone faced. "...who's your Realtor back home...? We may know him...!" "I doubt it..." I said, giving her a hint of a smile. "...I change Realtors often...!" I saw Nick's jaw clench with that last statement. "So you're going to be okay going home...?" he said to his wife. "Pete and I have some business to discuss with Miss Wilkerson..." "Oh, no need..." I said, blowing Nick off. "...like I said, Peter took care of ANY questions I might have had about property and ownership..." I wagered, seeing Nick shoot Pete a hateful look. "...I have to be going, myself..., I have a lunch date with the man I love...!" I added, just for ZING sake. "It was nice seeing you again, Mrs Cartwright!" I said, heading for the door. As I walked from the Courtyard, I could hear Donna and the children leaving the office. `Who she, mom...?' I heard the oldest boy ask, obviously infatuated with my tits. Before I could even get into my mom's car and start the engine, Nicolas was hitting me up on Text, asking me to come back inside. I ignored his message, putting on my sunglasses, started the car, and headed for Mel's Diner, and lunch with my father...! ___________________________________ Do you have an opinion...? If so, or if you'd like to read More of this story, write me at NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com with your questions, comments, and suggestions. The more emails I get, the quicker the stories to follow...! 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