Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2021 05:09:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ken Coomber <kennethcoomber@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Father's Love and Retribution

A Father's Love and Retribution
By Ken C

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I don't know why I was the way I am, but I am and I enjoy being gay.

You have possible idea how much power and sway I have over other boys and
even adult men wearing skimpy tight clothes and showing off my legs and
often deliberate glimpses of my underwear, all in order to make a cock turn
swiftly erect and stiff.

But watching pathetic males eagerly clamouring towards me, just to get the
opportunity to try and talk with me as well as listening to their feeble
attempts asking me if I'd like to go out with them on a date.

And then to crush their hopes entirely as I laugh at them in a derogatory
manner and tell them how pathetic they are and that I wouldn't even go out
with them even if they were the last man on earth and I was the only other
person left alive as well.  Then to walk away while saucily swaying my cute
butt from side to side and imagining them with drool coming out of the
mouth as they desperately watched me.

Yes, I guess you could call me a cock teasing bitch, probably even
something worse than that. But I no longer care. I did once. I actually
used to be a very kind but shy boy who dressed both for my own pleasure and
for the enjoyment of other men and boys, who while being very choosy about
who I spoke to, never left anyone feeling bad or upset if I decline their
offer to go out with them.

I had my father to thank for being able to do that. After all, he was the
first one to catch me secretly wearing my older sister's clothes one day
when he came home early from work. Mom had walked out on our family five
years before, leaving dad to cope with having to raise 2 daughters and a
son. He raised us well too, instilling into all three of us the importance
of honour, faith and obedience as well as being kind to others and never to
hurt anyone be it physically or emotionally.

So the afternoon he came home early and saw me sitting in the lounge room
watching television dressed in one of my oldest sister's satin baby doll
pyjama outfits painting my toenails, instead of being furious and angry was
entirely the opposite. He told me not to be scared and that I wasn't in any
trouble, before he integrated me about why I was wearing girl's clothing
and a whole lot more about my personal thoughts as to my gender and
feelings, as well as about my behaviour and other things.

He was very complimentary about how genuinely female I looked and told me
as long as I didn't bring any shame on either myself or my family, I could
wear whatever I wanted to around the home and backyard as well as going out
dressed as a girl as long as I never looked like a tramp or a tart.

He even went and spent over $5,000 on helping me buy my own female clothes
instead of sneaking around wearing my sister's clothes. But he didn't do
this until I had apologized to my two sisters for trying on and wearing
their clothes without their permission. They both forgave me although dad
giving them permission to buy whatever they liked as well as paying for it,
which might have helped their forgiving me.

Dad didn't even mind the things I bought, which I'd had my sister's along
with me when I did go clothes shopping (for their opinions and advice). My
oldest sister Jane had a hidden naughty streak in her and suggested
clothing that wasn't entirely suitable to be worn out in public, especially
the length of some of my shorter skirts! It felt like I was wearing a small
ladies hanky around my waist instead of a skirt! Dad even sprung for
surgical breast inserts I could glue onto my chest, before eventually
paying for me to have breast implantation surgery that saw me owning a pair
of C cup girls that even my sisters were jealous about.

As I morphed into the girl I always felt I wanted to be, dad's own feelings
towards me began to change too. He now treated me more tenderly and gently
than before and encouraged my sisters to teach me all about the dos and
don'ts of being a girl, which they took to with a will and taught me how to
behave in various situations. They also taught me how to kiss a guy by
practicing on them and then on their boyfriends friends, this time without
dad's knowledge or probably his permission either. I kept mom about
everything and simply tried to learn every trick my sister's taught and
showed me.

After about 18 month's I had a reputation for being able to suck the chrome
off a car's towbar ball and could kiss with my tongue almost touching guy's
tonsils, as well as having hands that could caress and fondle a rock and
make it cum! The number of happily sexually satisfied guys of my sister's
boyfriends I left in my wake impressed even my sisters.

I soon even graduated to teasing and then pleasuring my own dad, who never
seemed to have or find time to go out with other women with mom no longer
around. I'd sometimes glimpsed him masturbating in his bedroom if the door
wasn't properly closed and no longer being able to masturbate myself
(curtesy of his also paying for my hormone injections) and more often than
not feeling frustrated after having sex with other guys who I ejaculated
inside me but they couldn't take me over the edge in return, wanted to help
him relieve his own tensions and physical needs.

So one Friday evening when my two sisters had gone out with their ever
constantly changing new boyfriends, dad and I were sitting in the lounge
room watching a movie on CD disk, while dad who had drunken a few beers to
chill out and relax, had quietly drifted off to sleep on the lounge.
Whatever it was he was dreaming about seemed to show in his pyjama bottoms
as the tip of his cock was peeking out of the pants bottom's open fly and
looked glistening.

I quickly scooted across from where I was sitting and knelt infront of him
and proceeded to lick the tip of his cock head slowly and gently, which I
knew would feel like soft velvet according to most of the guys I'd blown.
Soon dad's cock head had grown slightly bigger and fatter and now was
completely out of his pyjama bottoms, with my lips now completely around
his cockhead and sucking softly as well as being clamped firmly over it.

As I began sucking and moving my tongue over the head, dad began
subconsciously thrusting up and down while I began rocking my head up and
down in unison. Soon he was moaning with his eyes still closed and
thrusting faster and faster, which I matched in speed and increased lip and
mouth suction, while I drooled a little bit of saliva lubrication to enable
his penis's head to slide further into my mouth. I now had both hands on
either side of the lounge cushion for balance and grip as I offered more of
my now loose opened mouth and throat to allow my dad's cock to find its way
further inside my mouth.

I must say I was impressed with dad's now fully erect girth and length as
well as his lasting power as he unknowingly clamped his two hands to the
sides of my head and was forcibly coming to a climax.

Suddenly I sensed he was about to awake and so I quickly took my own hands
and covered his hands so he couldn't pull out of me, which I felt he tried
to do when he woke up and realised what was happening. I pushed my head
downwards and felt his cock head slide just past the start of my throat as
he began ejaculating down it, in several large eruptions of sperm.

As with most men his orgasm while enjoyable also weakened his body's
strength and since he was lying down on his back and was in the throes of
post orgasmic bliss, wasn't able to do much except moan and tell me how
nice my mouth felt on him. This was the signal I needed to move my hands
away from his and begin sliding my head back along his cock to the tip, so
I could start to tongue bathe his cock clean of sperm.

Soon I felt I'd lapped any remaining gooey residue and let his cock slip
out of my mouth and limply drop back down inside his pyjama bottoms. I
looked over at my dad's face and saw a contented half smile on his lips of
sated pleasure, which made me smile happily as he stretched out his body
and eased back into the lounge in total relaxation.

I followed what my sister's had drummed into me countless times and went a
retrieved a warm damp face cloth and proceeded to lift my daddy's now limp
cock out of his bottoms and gently wipe and clean off his cock, while
smiling down at him as he looked at me thankfully and tenderly. I left him
after cleaning him up with a chaste kiss on his forehead and wishing him
pleasant dreams to go off to my bedroom to get my own pleasure (after a lot
of exerting) before finally falling asleep.

The next day dad was so attentive to me needs that it was like just being
married and having a new husband wanting to do and please whatever his new
bride asked for. My two sister's also notice dad's behaviour and my oldest
sister Jane cheekily asked me if I'd allowed dad to fuck me last night, so
I told her what had happened and had her chuckle before telling me her and
my other sister Maree would be out for the rest of the day and night and
not be back until late Sunday afternoon, which should allow me to finish my
dad off completely.

So even before they left I was in the bathroom slowly cleansing myself with
several enemas until I flowed out crystal clear water, before going into my
bedroom and donning my sexiest set of lingerie, garter belt, sheer
stockings and all.

I then left my bedroom in search of dad to have him make me his new wife
till he died or else leave me walking bowlegged for the rest of my life! It
wasn't that hard to find his whereabouts on the lounge dozing quietly. This
allowed me to spring into action and very soon he was feeling the same
pleasures his subconscious mind had felt the night before. This time though
I added a finger in his arse just before he came in my mouth, which
increased his ejaculation spurt force down my throat quite considerably.

Using every trick my sisters had shown and taught me I managed to keep his
stiff and aroused which soon led to him fucking me in the arse till he
fertilised my internal eggs. We paused for a breather and a drink before I
led him up to his bedroom where upon I made him so sexually frantic, it
felt like he was raping me as we made love. I enjoy and prefer rougher
handling during sex as long as it isn't intentionally savage or cruel, and
I brought out the rougher side of daddy as he ploughed my arse unmercifully
several times over.


After several hours to relax (in my case douche myself squeaky clean) and
having eaten to regain our strength, dad showed me the reasons why men not
in their teens or early 20's make better lovers then hormone driven guys
do. I can truthfully say that after just over four hours of almost
continuous sex, my arsehole was sated and totally satisfied in a way I'd
never felt before with any man. I told this to dad very tenderly as we lay
in exhausted bliss to hear him tell me he'd never had a woman ever do to
him what I had done to him and from now on I was to only call him daddy
anywhere in the house and infront of my sisters, except out in public which
I felt with a bit more sex like we had just both had, would even see "that"
restriction being forgotten about.

For the next few months my sisters got used to seeing their dad walk out to
the kitchen at times totally naked and the tip of his cock dripping
slightly with cum as I'd turn up wearing some see through nighty or baby
doll pair of pyjamas and a huge grin on my face, sometimes even staging a
limp for the benefit of my stunned and often giggling smirking sisters who
appreciated my acting performances while congratulating their father on his
sexual prowess efforts to tame the bitch once and for all.

I somehow or other even managed to talk daddy into going to the doctors and
obtaining a Viagra prescription which when it was filled saw me being
pounded sexually even more than ever before. He'd also arranged to have me
given larger injections of oestrogen to make my body change even further,
which had the side effects of increasing my libido and sexual urges
regrettable for me as it turned out.

Soon it was if daddy and I were like a pair of minks, we were screwing
everywhere and anywhere around the house so much and didn't care if his
daughters/my sisters saw us together fucking or not.  For me at 16 years of
age, it didn't matter how I was satisfied as long as it was with a dick
fucking me, it didn't matter who or where or with what. I'd often have
three sometimes more guys from school or guy friends of my sisters in my
room after school fucking me legless and almost invariably it was them who
left walking bowlegged. I could then look forward to daddy coming home and
of a night sleeping together and leaving me leaking sperm out of my arse in
the morning, till I got dressed for school.

What I never expected to have happen though was catching am STD from one of
my partners, which I had no idea who he was. Dad became of it when he found
himself pissing razor blades one morning and finding a rather small and
ugly black lump under his flesh at the same time. That was the first time
in my life I can remember my dad blowing his stack at me. He voice was
shouting at me so loudly I have no doubt several of our neighbours heard
him let alone my two sisters, who were smirking broadly when I sat down
tentatively at the table to eat breakfast shortly afterwards.

Daddy however wasn't fussed if his daughter knew he'd caught the clap and
bluntly announced "your brother who I know you both love has just gone and
given his father who cares and looks after him the clap" before sitting
down to eat himself. Needless to say no one knew what to say next so
breakfast and putting the dirty plates in the dishwasher were done in
complete silence before my sisters left daddy and I alone to stew silently,
me in embarrassment, him I think partly in pain and partly in frustrated
jealousy.

Four weeks later and with both of our blood test showing negative and
neither of us having even tried to purge our lust, daddy told me on Friday
morning before I left to for school that he wanted to fuck me all night to
make up for our not being able to do so for a month and I smiled happily at
him and said I wanted to too.


That evening daddy after telling my sisters what he was going to do to me
after they had gone out, proceeded to deliver exactly what he had promised
and fucked me hard fast and often, fuelled by the little blue tablets and a
desire to show me his was the only cock he wanted fucking me from now
on. And I really loved the pounding he gave my arse, along with love bites
on both sides of my neck as well as four exceptionally long and enjoyably
painful bites between both sides of my thigh too. Those thigh bites bruises
left me exceptional tender if my upper legs rubbed or brushed against each
other, another thing that made daddy happy.

Then in a new twist, daddy showed me some bondage cuffs that he wanted to
place on me ankles before pushing my legs up back over my head and tying
them to the edges of the bedhead He then went and showed me a leg spreader
along with a thigh spreader which he managed to fasten to my legs just
above my ankles, before then manoeuvring the thigh spreader up between my
legs as far as he could squeeze it between my thighs before showing me the
hugest buttplug I had ever seen in my life.

Grinning evilly at me, I now heard him tell me that I'd have to wear this
butt plug up my arse till I was no longer any good for men to fuck my arse
anymore, before proceeding to lube it thoroughly all over and putting the
tip up to my opening. Then saying "I loved you so much my son, but you have
to be taught a lesson" he proceeded to push firmly and slowly with both
hands and spread my back door opening far wider than it was designed to be
spread.

Soon I was screaming loudly in pain as my anal muscles refused to stretch
any further, to which my dad took a hammer from nearby I hadn't seen and
proceeded to knock the bottom of the buttplug deeper inside me until I
blacked out, hopeless to prevent it the brutishly thick intruder as my legs
were spread wide by the leg spreader and unable to be closed.

When I woke up I felt a deep throbbing inside my arse more than pain and
realised daddy's butt plug must now be lodged fully inside me. My body was
now lying flat on the bed, my legs no longer over my shoulders and lying
normally while my ankles were no longer cuffed either. Daddy was crouched
over to the side of the bed and appeared to be furiously masturbating
himself, which he was. I had only been awake for a minute and discovered I
was now no longer restrained when daddy came over and released all over my
face the thickest load of jizz he had ever made I felt.  I should have been
humiliated and might have been except I found myself thinking I deserved to
be humiliated for having disappointed daddy by fucking every cock in sight
that I could get my arse onto of.

When he finally helped me off the bed, his facial bukaake had dried to a
crust covering and tightened around my skin. It felt a little humiliating
while at the same time an honour of sorts as I gingerly walked bowlegged
towards the bathroom to clean up. My legs preferred I walk with a more bow
legged gait which in itself felt awkward. It got worse when I had finally
been able to wash my face clean while showering as I couldn't even bend
over to pick up the dropped bar of soap. Instead I had to very slowly squat
down and even then my hands couldn't reach the soap on the shower floor.

Finally I was able to squat down and drop to my hands and knees to pick up
the soap, but then it took a lot of effort to be able to stand up again,
between the pain in my butt and surrounding muscles as well as breathing
very heavily so hard were the muscles in my upper legs straining to help me
stand up.

Soon however I was able to shakily walk back into daddy's bedroom and get
dressed into a baby doll outfit he had left on the bed for me to obviously
wear today for him. I managed to give daddy several blowjobs throughout the
day since I was able to give him my arse. I even gave him one infront of my
sisters but instead of dad allowing me to swallow him he instead pulled out
and coated my face all over with his sperm and told me to look at my
sister, who I saw were smirking hugely at my humiliation which daddy didn't
allow me to rectify but to dry over my face and hair leaving both a sticky
and tangled mess.

In bad that night, daddy also produced another first he'd never done to me
before and put me across his knees and spanked my butt reddish hot before
allowing me to go to the bathroom and step under a cool water shower to try
and relieve the stinging.

The following day, Sunday, I was down stairs walking towards the lounge
room to watch TV when I felt my legs seem to turn to jelly and lose all
their strength and I fell to the carpeted floor with a loud thud. The sound
of my falling to the floor brought the rest of my family to aid and daddy
mostly managed to get me up onto my feet again albeit shakily. I also felt
different inside my body too and no longer felt the tightness of the huge
butt plug inside me I'd slept with last night.

I managed to get up and stagger out to the kitchen where daddy was fixing
something to eat and whispered how it felt on my behind. Daddy merely
nodded his head and said "good, they've snapped" before telling me he'd see
me in our room in a few minutes and take out the butt plug, which he did
although not with needing to use a lot of his strength to pull it out of
me. I'd just had to hold onto the end of the bed and strain outwards before
I felt myself rid of the intruder, which I saw had hardly nay poop on it at
all.

Daddy then went and fucked me up the arse but as soon as I felt his groin
hitting my butt, I knew I couldn't even feel him inside me. A few minutes
of flesh slapping sounds made no inroads to my pleasure cells before I
heard daddy tell me he was cuming and eventually I felt his warm sperm
slowly dribbling down the tops of me legs. "Feel anything" he asked me
seemingly interested to hear my response, to have me tell him I didn't feel
a thing, which made him smile evilly.

He then helped me shower and clean myself up before leaving me to get
redressed. That afternoon and evening daddy seemed much brighter than had
recently been, but I' don't know why. I meanwhile had almost mastered being
able to walk better although it still felt like my legs were bow legged,
even though they weren't. My anus also seemed to want to have something
thicker inside it And even using my vibrators wasn't able to curb the
feeling.

In the morning at breakfast daddy made me take a quadruple dose of
oestrogen tablets, which I knew would raise my libido levels to extreme
heights and by lunchtime at school I was like a bitch in heat so desperate
was my body to be fucked. Although I'd promised daddy I'd never let another
man fuck me willingly, my mind was telling me I needed cock and a lot
fucking as fast as possible. So I invited several guys at school to come
around to my place and fuck me till the dropped.

When the six of us started fucking, the awful comments started coming thick
and fast. Boxcar meaning "sloppy" was the kindest thing said while everyone
complained their dicks couldn't fell my insides when they were fucking me.
Over the next few days, with daddy each morning giving me quadruple doses
of hormones, I found the same comments being made to me by other guys. It
didn't take me too long to work out what daddy deliberately had done.

That night daddy fucked me with any lubrication and it not only didn't
hurt, I could only just feel his thick girth brushing my insides. I was so
frustrated at not being able to quench my sexual thirst that daddy had to
perform another first on me and fist me to an orgasm and while doing so
told me I was now a big arse slut that no man would ever want to fuck since
their dicks would never touch the sides.

"Sorry pet, daddy still loves you and you can always give me lots of head
jobs and let me fist you whenever you ask me to, but you should never have
abused my love and trust in you by fucking other guys" he told me sadly.
He'd gotten his retribution and I'd learnt the importance of fidelity.