Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:14:22 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: bridging the gap-2

BRIDGING THE GAP-2

"Alex...?"  called Lester (my dad) from downstairs. I quickly replaced the
birthday card and tip-toed down the hall to the bathroom. I quietly closed
the door then hit the lights before sitting down on the toilet. I had just
started to pee when I heard dad tapping lightly on the door. "You okay in
there...?" he asked through the closed door.

"Yes hon'..., I'm fine!" I said in my best perky girl voice.

"Let me know if you need anything..., I'll be in the bedroom!" he said
casually, as I sat on the toilet trying to get my emotional self together.
	I hadn't seen my father in 10 years..., not since that awful day he
discovered I was having gay sex and kicked me out of his house.
	My original intention was to come home as an unknown face, seduce
him, give him the best sex of his adult life, then leave like nothing
happened, just to let him know what he threw away all those years ago. But
I hadn't expected for the connection we had to be there, or that dad felt
the way he did about our last encounter 10 years ago. Now I was feeling
sorry and ashamed for tricking him, for duping him into believing that I
was a real obtainable girl he could have. What would he think or do if he
ever found out that I was really his son Alex after a sex change?

"You fall in in there, babe...?" he asked jokingly from the bedroom.

"I'll be right there...!" I said, flushing the toilet and cleaning myself
up at the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror. With new lips, new
cheekbones, chin implant, a nose job, an adams apple reduction, boob job,
tummy tuck, butt lift, hip implants, and vagina reconstruction..., there
was no wonder dad didn't recognize me as his son when I walked in the
bar. I was a completely totally different person now. The former Alexander
Wilcox was gone, replaced by the brand new Alexandra Cox.

	Pulling myself together, I fixed my face, brushed my hair, and
perked myself up before leaving the bathroom. As I walked into the master
bedroom (dad's bedroom), I found him lying on top of the mattress waiting
for me, his stiff cock lying across his hairy belly like a white tree
branch.

"I thought you got lost in there..." he smiled, his head propped up on two
pillows.

"I girl has to have her privacy...!" I reminded him.

"Oh yeah..., no telling what kind of secrets you girls have hidden in those
tiny purses!" he joked, holding out his hand for me to join him in bed (if
he only knew what secrets I was keeping...).
	I set my purse on the night stand beside him, then climbed up on
top of him as directed. I lay down on his chest and stomach (his hard-on
pressed between us), kissing him deeply as his hands caressed my plump
round implanted rump. Was this how dad made love to mom before she died
having me in child birth, --I wondered, as his huge hands gripped my fat
cheeks, kneading them like fine dough as his fat tongue explored my mouth.

"How long are you going to be in town for...?" asked daddy, between kisses.

"I...I don't know...! It depends on how soon I can wrap up things..." I
said, unsure.

"What kind of things...?" asked dad, probing.

"Family things..." I said, thinking fast. In all the years I spent
daydreaming about meeting and seducing dad in my new body, leaving him
panting and begging for more, --I had never anticipated us having any long
conversations, so I had never really come up with a good excuse for why
Alexandra was even in this one horse town to start with! "...I have some
old family property to settle..., grandparents...!" I lied.

"What happens after that...?" he asked.

"I..., guess I go back home...!" I said, rubbing my manicured nails through
his chest hair.

"Where's that...?"

"California." I said.

"Damn...!" sighed dad, thinking of the miles. "Are you seeing anyone
there...? Are you married, divorced, engaged...?" he inquired.

"No, no, and no!" I giggled.

"Pretty girl like you...? I'm sure there's a man somewhere waiting for you
to return!" he said, looking deep into my eyes.

"Well..., if there is, I was unaware of it..." I said, thinking back to his
beautiful birthday message he wrote.

"Where are you staying while you're here...?" he asked.

"I uh..., I have a room at the Motel..." I said.

"The one on the outskirts of town...?" he asked.

"Yes..., the Motor Inn! Is it a good motel...?" I asked, concerned by the
alarm in his voice.

"It's nice for a motel..." he said, nonchalantly. "...but I'm sure you
would rather stay somewhere a little more homey..., wouldn't you?" he
asked, rubbing his hands smoothly up my back. "You could stay here if you'd
like...!" he offered out of the blue.

"Here...?" I asked, sitting up.

"Yeah..., is that a problem...?" he asked, trying to read my thoughts
again. "It doesn't have to be sexual if that's what you're worried
about...!" he said, sitting up beside me. "You could stay here for as long
as you'd like..., I like having you here..." he said, making my heart
flutter.

"Are you sure, Lester...? I wouldn't want to put you out. I'm sure there's
some woman in your life that might object to my staying here on such short
notice...!" I asked, considering it.

"Believe me, there isn't!" insisted daddy. "And even if there were..., I'm
the only one who dictates what goes on in my household!" he added, laying
down the law (now THERE was the dad I remembered!). "I have a spare room
down the hall I could fix up for you if you'd like..." he offered,
generously.

"Oh..., you mean the one with the Madonna posters on the wall...?" I
asked. He looked at me strangely, wondering how I knew about my old
room. "I uh..., I walked into the wrong room looking for the bathroom..." I
explained.

"Oh...! No..., no...that's my son's old room..." he said, looking somewhat
sad when he thought of me. "...I'm talking about the spare room at the end
of the hall...! There's a small cot in there, but it's comfortable!"

"I'd rather sleep here..., with you!" I said, smiling up at him.

"So would I...!" he said, putting his arm around me as he pulled me in
close for a kiss. I reached down between his legs and began playing with
his soft cock and balls. It didn't take long for it to start growing in my
hand. I felt his fingers feeling for my clitoris as he rubbed back and
forth against my warm slit.

"You sure have a healthy sex drive for a man your age, Lester...!" I said,
stroking his 8 and 1/2 inch erection.

"You mean for a man old enough to be your father...?" he corrected with a
laugh.

"I didn't say that...!" I said, slapping his kneecap, playfully.

"It's okay..." he said, suddenly sounding serious. "...I'm 45 in case
you're wondering...!"

"I wasn't...!" I assured him.

"I've dated a lot women since my wife's death 25 years ago..., but no one
ever came close to matching her radiance..., until now...!" he said, his
hard rugged face turning suddenly soft. I'd never seen my father act like
this. The Lester Wilcox I remembered was a hard ass beer drinking blue
collar kinda guy who kicked ass first and asked no questions later. Had age
softened him..., or was he feeling some deeper connection with me?
Something wonderfully unexpected?
	I was treading in unfamiliar waters here, but I felt compelled to
go a bit further to see where it led...

"Age has never meant anything to me, Lester..., I think you are a gorgeous
man with a big heart and a loving personality!" I said, sincerely.
	Without saying another word, dad laid me back on the bed as he
began to explore my body with his mouth once again. I felt like a rag doll
in his hands as he sucked hard on my erect nipples and pulled my legs open
for his pleasure. I ran my hands lustfully through his full hair as he
kissed and sucked my breasts. "You're breasts are so soft and beautiful..."
he whispered, slobbering from one nipple to the other. For 20,000 dollars a
pair, they had better be soft and beautiful. The doctor told me that they
were the latest thing in protective silicon, claiming no one (and I mean no
one) would be able to tell that they were fake. There wasn't even an
incision under the breasts like with old implants.

	Dad slowly kissed and licked his way down my flat taut stomach,
across my belly ring, and down into my pubic area. I kept my pubic hair cut
short and trimmed in a tiny V cut. The pussy lips were red and delicious
(like the apple), and constructed perfectly so that even a gynecologist
couldn't tell the difference. Men often went crazy over my perky B cup
breast and pretty tight vagina. I'd been proposed to twice already since my
surgery, and asked to live with over a dozen different men.

	I have lived with 2 men during my extensive multiple
surgeries. They both knew I was a transsexual in the middle of transition,
but loved me anyway (well, loved fucking me in any case). One was a black
drug dealer named R.I.P., whom originally helped me pay for my
surgeries. He was a brutal fucker whom often pimped me out on the streets
and to his friends to pay back my dept. It took quite a few years, but I
finally paid him back in full. The other man was a divorced father of 3 who
moved me into his apartment shortly after he and his wife separated. His
sons were 15 and 16, and he would often make me suck their teenage cocks
whenever they came over for weekends. Of course the wife knew nothing of
this, and the boys couldn't wait for the next weekend visit (they never
missed one), believing I was fully female.

	I wondered what dad would say if he knew about Alexandra's
checkered past? Would he forgive her and continue to make love to her, or
would the old daddy re-appear to kick her to the curb and banish her from
his existence as he did me so many years ago?
	Naturally I was torn. I had so many secrets that I could barely
remember who I was sometimes. Dad's gentle suckling of my vagina bought me
back to the present as he climbed up on top of me and presented his cock
for more fucking.

"Hold on, Lester..." I said, pausing him as I reached for a tiny bottle of
personal lubricant in my handbag.

"What's that for...?" he asked, curiously.

"I get dry sometimes..., this helps make sure I stay nice and moist for
you!" I said, seductively.
	Dad didn't argue as I smeared lube over and into my vagina and over
his big hard cock. I lay back down on the bed as I aimed his dick down at
my hole. Dad pushed in, sighing contently as he slowly sank all 8+ inches
all the way up into me.
	My cunt filled with his manhood as I spread my legs to accommodate
him. I could feel his hairy pubic hair against mine as he churned his big
cock around in my cave.

"You're so beautiful..." he said to me as he lay down on top of me fully,
and began pumping his cock through me. I could feel his big dick sliding
through my man made hole, pushing up inside the pocket Dr Flecher made
especially for me. I remember being afraid to use it the first time he gave
me permission to start having sex. He would always use an ungloved hand to
finger and stretch my vagina walls, testing his work. I was afraid to get
fucked, fearing someone would rupture some surgical cut and cause me to
bleed to death internally. Dr Flecher assured me that that wouldn't happen,
but I insisted that HE be the first to test his handiwork. To my surprise,
Dr Flecher agreed, and set up an appointment to fuck me in his office while
his assistant ran an unnecessary errand.
	Dr Flecher's cock was only about 6 inches in length, but it felt
like 15 inches when he pushed it in me for the first time. Luckily he went
slow, and fucked me for nearly 20 minutes before cumming inside of me. I
could feel his cock throbbing inside of me when he came, his hot cum
gushing inside my vaginal cup which actually lead to nowhere. Afterwards, I
celebrated my new found freedom by going to a straight X-rated male movie
house, and allowing any and every man there to fuck me who wanted to. By
the time I left the movie theatre hours later, I had 10 phone numbers and
was drunk on cum.

	My mind came back home when dad reached down underneath me and
began squeezing and massaging my ass against the mattress. His cock slammed
into me harder as he mauled my ass with his rough hands while sucking hotly
on my passion marked neck. "Do you like anal sex, Lester...?" I asked,
holding onto his waist.

"I've never had it before..." said dad, looking down at me. "Do you like
anal sex...?" he asked, sounding somewhat hopeful.

"I've had it done a few times...!" I confessed, not telling him that at one
time it was my most used hole. "Would you like to try it...?" I asked.

"Yes..., if you're up for it..." he said.
	Was I up for it...? BOY was I...!!

	Dad slipped his hard cock from my lubed cunt as I rolled over onto
my hands and knees. To my surprise dad pulled my fat ass cheeks apart, then
plunged his face down in-between them. I gasped in surprise as he began
eating my asshole, the only sexual orifice not changed in surgery.
	I moaned like a whore in heat as daddy slobbered all over my
puckered anus, making my nipples stiffen as I instinctively reached down to
jerk my cock (silly me). (Sometimes [not often] I miss it).

	Dad pulled and kneaded my ass cheeks as he darted his tongue in and
out of my hole. I never wanted his cock as badly as I wanted it right
now. While I was proud of my pussy, I actually got more feeling from having
my asshole fucked. It was the only place not numbed by the deadened nerves.

"Fuck me, Lester..., fuck me now! I need your big hard cock in me...!" I
begged like a slut in heat.
	Dad got up on his knees, slapping my ass with his hands.

"You want daddy's big cock in you girl...?" he asked, his voice husky with
lust.

"Oh yeesssss..., pleeeeaaassseeee...!!" I moaned.

	Dad anointed my anus with more lube, then presented his cock head
up to the sunken hole. My boy-cunt opened for him immediately, yearning the
cock it lusted for since puberty. Dad's cock slid into me easily (almost
too easily). I wanted him badly as he pressed his pelvis into my ass,
indicating that he had successfully sheathed his entire cock in me.
	I panted breathlessly as dad grabbed my waist, then started fucking
his big hard man cock in and out of my asshole. "OOOHHH Lester...!" I
groaned, loving how his manhood stretched my anal walls and took control. I
spread my knees wider on the bed to give him deeper access. Dad fucked his
huge cock through me, using my asshole as I had longed for him to use it
when I was just a gay teenager living under his roof. Dad didn't understand
me back then, he couldn't fathom that a boy could love feeling another man
using his body sexually. Dad viewed me as sick minded, and wanted no parts
of me anywhere in his house.

	Now, 10 years later, here he was butt fucking my boy-hole. Of
course he had no idea that the woman moaning sluttishly in his bed was
actually his 25 year old long lost son (but that's not the point). Though
my body was now female, it was my boy-cunt that was currently getting him
off. I knew dad was enjoying it as he slammed his hips into me harder,
ramming all of his thick hard manhood into me with ever increasing speed. I
held onto the mattress for support as he slammed his body into mine, giving
me every inch of his maleness.

	While I found it difficult to cum from vagina use alone (as I'd
said earlier, some of the nerve endings were deadened during surgery), I
still had amazing orgasms from my anus. Dad's thrusting cock was surely
sending me well on my way to a memorable orgasm as he used my ass as his
own personal jack off machine.
	My breasts sway back and forth by the power of his thrusts as I
arched my back and threw my ass back at him. Dad's hands massaged my back,
hips, and buttock as he fucked me hard. Believing me a real female, he lay
down over my back and reached down underneath me to toy with my vagina. One
hand gripped my breast strongly while the other shoved three fingers
inside. I collapsed face down onto the bed under his weight as he continued
to pump into me, driving his 45 year old cock well through me.

"Is this what you wanted, baby...?" he asked, not missing a stroke as he
landed on top of me.

"Yes...! Yes daddy! I want it! I want it! Give it to me, please...!!" I
begged.
	Dad fucked me harder, ramming my boy-cunt with deeper strokes. I
felt my body beginning to tremble as my anal muscled began to convulse and
contract. Something in my body (where my cock and balls would usually
climax sperm all over the place) burst like a cheery bomb on the 4th of
July as my body went into tiny convulsions.

"Did you cum, baby...? Are you cumming...?" asked dad, still pumping my
poor boy-hole.

"Yes daddy..., I'm cumming...!!" I gasped, humping back against him.

"Damn that's hot...!" moaned dad, shoving his cock all the way up inside
him as he suddenly blasted my bowels with his precious
milk. "AAAARRRRRHHH...AAAHHHH...awwwww!!!" he groaned as he came, harder
than he did the last time. I could feel his cock jumping wildly inside of
me, filling my anal gut with his manly seed as he thrashed around on top of
me like a fish out of water. I lay there under him, graciously accepting
his cum filled gift as he fed my lustful hunger the milk it needed.
	Dad fell down on my back, breathing hard against the back of my
neck as his dick continued to jerk in me. I milked his shaft with my anal
muscles, wanting every drop he had to give. I waited 25 years to feel this
man cum inside my boy-pussy like this, and I wanted to savor every single
minute of it...

Written by
Eugene Marvin
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