Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2009 22:51:00 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: bridging the gap-5

	Sunday morning, and dad surprised me with the announcement that he
wanted to go to church! Church! Me? Are you kidding?? Not only am I
A-number-one on god's hit list for practicing in homosexuality..., but I'd
gone as far as to have a complete sex change operation on top of it! And to
add insult to injury, I slept with my unknowing biological father,
pretending to be a total stranger while seducing him (incest)!
	Not to mention I had absolutely nothing appropriate to wear for
church. All of my dresses were too short, too tight, too colorful, or had
plunging neck lines. I didn't want to be thought of as a jezebel or the
whore of Nottingham. But dad insisted that I go with him, to show me off
and introduce me to the community. So after hours of pillow talk and
endless foreplay, I finally agreed, much to his delight.

	Church was much like I expected. Most of the women there were ultra
conservative, practically dressed like nuns with buttoned up blouses to
their necks and dresses down below the knees. I immediately got some nasty
looks when I walked in wearing a yellow summer dress with spaghetti straps
and cleavage, and matching yellow stilettos. Again dad was oblivious to all
the fuss we made as he escorted me (late) to our seats. Even during the
minister's sermon I could see people whispering, wondering who the flossy
was sitting with Lester Wilcox? I could see Nicolas Cartwight and the
waitress Susie telling people who I was. With the obvious age difference
between me and dad, I knew most people saw me as a gold digger, trying to
dupe a middle-aged man out of his house and home. But nothing could have
been further from the truth!

	After services, some of the more curious congregation members came
over to say hello. Mostly they spoke with dad, asking how he'd been and
saying how they hadn't seen him there in a month of Sundays. While dad was
holding conversation with his friends and neighbors, someone tapped me
gently on the shoulder. I turned around to see that it was..., "Mr
Cartwright...!"

"Nick is fine." said the former jock, showing two rows of bright white
teeth. "Who did you say you had handling your grandparents' property...?"

"I didn't!" I answered smugly, unaffected by Nick's boyish charms. I wasn't
the skinny pimpled face gay boy anymore...now I was a woman! I had the
power now!

"That's right, you didn't...!" said Nick, touching his chin as if in deep
thought. I could see his eyes roaming up and down my body, undressing me
with his eyes. I was used to getting those kinds of looks from guys now.

"What...?" I asked, knowing he liked what he saw.

"I didn't say anything..." he laughed. I could see people looking in our
direction, wondering what was going on.

"You're staring...!" I said, sounding as if I didn't like it.

"Well..., I just don't understand how a woman as sexy as you, could be
involved with an old geezer like mr Wilcox!" said Nick, brazenly.

"Lester's not old..., he's only 45...!" I defended.

"45 IS old!" stated Nick, assuredly.

"Well, believe me..., he doesn't fuck like he's 45!" I said, bringing a
shocked look from Nick as he chuckled awkwardly...

"So you're really getting busy with that old man...?" he asked,
skeptically.

"Why does it bother you so much...?" I asked, flinging my hair back off my
shoulders. I saw Nick's eyes drop down to my cleavage as his smirk turned
into a smile.

"It doesn't bother me..." he said, lying through his perfectly white
teeth. "..."I'm just saying that your reason for being with old man Wilcox
sounds a little suspect..." he added, innocently.

"Suspect...?" I asked nervously, causing a few people to look in my
direction.

"Well..., people are wondering what your real intentions with him are...?"
he asked, roundabout.

"By people you mean your nosey church friends...?" I asked, ignoring the
stares.

"Yeah...!" answered Nick, looking around to make sure no one was within ear
shot. "What would you say if I told you I made a few phone calls and did
some checking around into your story..., and couldn't find a single person
anywhere within this entire county that could collaborate your story...?"

"I wasn't aware my story needed collaborating...!" I snapped.

"Well..., let's just say everyone is curious, and the town takes care of
its own!" said Nick, slyly.

"So the entire town is looking to protect Lester Wilcox from little ole
me...?" I asked, making a joke out of it. "What exactly would be my
intentions in being with Lester...?" I asked out of curiosity. "...is he
hiding a ton of money I'm not aware of? Does he really own that computer
software company he guards as a security guard...?" I laughed.

"Does mr Wilcox know why you're really in town...?" asked Nick, bringing an
stop to my moving train. "I guess by that eerie silence that he doesn't!"

"Do you...?" I asked, curiously.
	Nick smirked, giving me that cocky smile I remembered so well from
my childhood.

"No..." he answered. "...but I'm awfully certain its not to settle any
estates for any relatives!" he added, making my hearbeat pound in my
chest. "You have my business card..." said Nick, reaching out to shake my
hand pleasantly for any onlookers that may have been watching us. "...I
suggest you use it and drop by my office tomorrow morning where we can
discuss this matter more privately..., or else I might just have to go to
mr Wilcox and let him know you're living in his house under false
pretences! What do you think he'd say about that?"
	I honestly didn't know. But I wasn't yet ready to confront dad with
the truth. "Tomorrow...!" repeated Nick, before walking off. I stood there
for a few seconds, stunned.

"ur..., Alex...?" called dad, grabbing my attention as Nick returned to the
woman I saw him in the bar with yesterday. The woman he claimed to be his
sister (but wasn't). At second glace I recognized her as Donna
Bachman. Donna had been a cheerleader in high school, and had dated
Nickolas the year after he started using me as butt fucking practice. From
the looks of the 3 kiddies with them, I assumed she was now his wife. For
someone who had 3 kids (all under the age of 10), Donna still had a tight
little cheerleader's body. But I couldn't help but wonder if I looked like
I do now back in high school, would Nick had married Donna...?
	Probably not! "Alex..., could you come here, honey...?" asked dad,
politely.

"Sure thing, darling!" I yelled back, snapping out of my daydream as I
sashayed my way back over to daddy.
	Dad introduced me to a few towns' folks who I already knew from my
previous life as Alexander Wilcox. Like Judith Frazier, my favorite teacher
in junior high school. And Tom Grizzle, the manager who used to fuck me in
his office back when I was a bag boy at the General Store. There was Joanna
Beecher, the woman dad said owned the Value Store in the Town Square that
he wanted me to talk to about selling my imaginary grandparents' old
furniture. There was the waitress Susanne Bitchfuck from the diner
yesterday, she seemed to have a permanent plastic smile on her face as if
she was the mother of a Barbie doll or something. And then there was
Reverend Bushwater and his wife Maggie. They were all pleasant to me, but I
could see their eyes judging me as they sized me up in their tiny one horse
town minds.

"Oh, Alex..., I would LOVE to drop by your grandparents' home and go
through their things! I'm sure we could come to some conclusion on a price
for the items you don't want to put into storage! You know what they say
about another man's garbage...!" laughed Joanna and the gang.

"No, what's that...?" I asked, being a smart ass.

"Well..., you know, one man's garbage in another man's treasure...!" smiled
Joanna.

"I'm just not sure I'm ready to part with my granny's things just yet...!"
I said, sounding upset.

"Oh, I understand..." said Joanna, sympathetically. "...if you tell me how
long you're in town for, we could make arrangements around your
schedule...!?"

"How long has it been since your grandparents deaths...?" asked the
Reverend.

"Oh..., it's was fairly recent..." I said, trying to keep track of the
lies.

"I don't recall doing any funerals for an older couple, recently..." said
the Reverend, talking more to himself and his wife than to me.

"No..., nope..., the last funeral was for old man Jasper from the Simpson's
farm..., and he was 94!" added Maggie Bushwater, doing most of the
paperwork for the church.

"Well..., they didn't live here any longer..., they moved some years ago to
be closer to my parents...!" I said, twirling my hair around my finger.

"How long did they live here, I'm sure we knew them, we know everyone in
this town!" said the Reverend, as everybody waited for an answer.

"uh..." I began to panic, having been gone too long to name anyone properly
who could stand in for my grandparents...! "OH, MY CONTACT...!!" I yelled,
grabbing my eye as a last resort. "Nobody move..., I lost my contact...!" I
said, dropping down to the ground on my hands and knees.

"Oh my dear...!" gasped mrs Judith.

"What does it look like...?" asked Maggie Bushwater, getting on her hands
and knees beside me.

"Oh, it's transparent..., it's very hard to see...! I'm practically blind
as a bat without them!" I said, holding my head down as I pretended to
look.

"Let me help...!" offered the Reverend, getting down on his knees with us.
	Dad, Joanna, and Susie from the diner all joined us, looking for my
imaginary contact.

"We carry contacts at the General Store..." offered Tom Grizzle. "Maybe you
can come in and get yourself a fitting...?"

"It's alright..." I said, getting to my feet. "...I have a purse full of
them back home in my carrying case...!"

"You mean, back at Lester's home...?!" corrected Susie, looking up at me
from her knees.

"Yes..., that's what I meant." I smiled. "Lester..., do you mind...?" I
asked, still holding my hand over my eye.

"Oh, sure..." said dad, getting to his feet as he said goodbye to everyone,
then escorted me out into the parking lot to his car. "Don't worry..., I'll
have you home in a jiffy...!" he said, opening my car door for me like a
gentlemen.

"No rush, Lester..., I'm fine..." I said, removing my hand as I blinked
both eyes up at him before getting into the car.
	Dad looked stunned as he walked around the car and got in on the
driver's side.

"So you were faking...?" he asked, sitting behind the wheel.

"Yes." I answered, pulling down the sun visor to check my makeup.

"Why...?" asked dad, completely lost.

"You're friends were just getting too nosey..." I said, flipping up the
mirror.

"So you lied to them about losing an eye contact...?" asked dad, shaking
his head.

"Well..., what I'm doing in town and why I'm staying at your place is none
of their business!" I said, sitting back in the seat. "I like you
Lester..., I really do..., but I don't need your friends judging me like
they were...!"

"They weren't judging you...!" chuckled dad.

"Oh yes they were...!" I argued. "You just don't realize it because you've
known them all of your life! But I could see the looks, the turned up
noses, the sideways glances..., they think I'm only with you for your
money...!"

"What money...?" laughed dad, as we sat in the church parking lot. "Anyone
who knows me knows I don't have any money...! I'm a working me!"

"I know that, daddy..., but there are some women out there that see a
younger woman and an older man as nothing but a gold digger! They're
probably just jealous cause I got you and they didn't!"

"No one's jealous..." said dad, believing himself nothing special.

"You have no idea how sexy you are, do you...?" I asked, running my hand up
his thigh and into his crotch.

"Alex...! We still at church...!" protested dad, looking around
nervously. Waitress Susanne happened to have been walking by at that
precise moment as dad waved and nodded his head hello.

"You're so cute when you blush..." I said, blowing in his ear as I rubbed
his dick lump.

"This isn't right, Alex..." sighed dad, his dick growing hard in his dress
slacks. "...not at church...!"

"Then I suggest you take me someplace else...fast!" I said, unzipping his
pants.
	Dad put the car in reverse, and backed out of his parking spot,
then headed home as fast a legally possible. I pulled his erection out of
his pants, and began stroking it in my hand as he tried to maneuver through
town. While driving I got the urge to lean over and suck it, so I did. Dad
nearly ran a red light when I squeezed my head down between him and the
stirring wheel, and took his erect cock in my mouth.

"Alex...!" he gasped, as he stopped at the light. "We're in the middle of
the street in broad daylight!"

"Then pull over..., I gotta have this cock right now!" I mumbled, sucking
up and down his shaft.
	When the light turned green, I could feel dad resume driving. He
drove down the street a few blocks, then pulled into the back of a grocery
store complex and parked. He cut the engine as he leaned the driver's seat
back to give me more room to maneuver. With the added privacy, I started to
go to town on dad's dick, pulling open his pants further as I deep throated
him to the root.

"Oooohhh...you give the best head, baby..." he sighed, lying his head back
against the rest.
	I bobbed my head up and down, taking time to suck and lick the head
to taste the tasty pre-cum drops. When I think of all the wasted years I
could've been swallowing dad's cum, I could just scream. He had no idea
what precious gem he was giving up when he kicked me out of the house at
15.

	Dad ran his hands through my hair as I bobbed, I could feel him
already starting to thrust upward, shoving more of his meat between my
lips. I ate daddy's dick like a starving woman, slobbering all over his
hard shaft as he closed his eyes and started to moan. I knew he was getting
close when he started forcing my head down further on his dick. I really
didn't mind getting throat fucked, as I had experienced plenty of it as a
young hustler/hooker on the streets of LA.
	I could feel my asshole starting to throb wantonly, wanting the
same action my mouth and throat were getting. As most women play with their
clits when they're horny, I play with my asshole. To me my asshole is my
clit, its my most erogenous zone, and often makes me cum like a woman.

	I reached down between my legs up under my Sunday dress, and
started playing with my hole as dad's cock started to pulse in my mouth. I
fingered myself as dad fucked my throat. With his collar open, his tie
loosened, his shirt unbuttoned halfway up from the bottom, his pants pulled
down to expose his crotch, dad started to cum. I could feel his dick
thicken in my mouth as it throbbed, then started shooting hot streams of
thick cream into my mouth.
	I sucked and swallowed, taking all of his thick rich delicious goo
down into my contracting throat. Dad lay his head back in his seat, his
eyes closed and his mouth hung open as he moaned and groaned in total and
complete ecstasy.

"Lester...?" called a male's voice, shocking dad out of his trance. "Lester
Wilcox...? Are you alright over there...?"

"Sheriff...!" called dad, snapping back to reality as he sat up in his
seat, trapping my head between him and the stirring wheel. "I'm uh..., I'm
fine, Sheriff...!" he said, stumbling over his words.

"What you doing back here behind the market...?" asked the Sheriff, getting
out of his patrol car. "You having car trouble...?"

"uh..., no..., no, no car trouble...!" said dad, trying to wrench his
hardon from my mouth to tuck back into his pants.

"Well you know its illegal to park back here, Lester..., unless you have
some kind of emergen...OH!"  said the Sheriff, looking down into the car to
see my blonde head buried in daddy's lap.

"Hi Sheriff...!" I smiled, looking up at him with dad's dying erection
slowly shrinking in front of my face.

"uh...howdy lil' lady...! You must be Alex...? I've heard a lot about
you...!" said the Sheriff, removing his hat and sunglasses.

"Word spreads fast in this town, I see...!" I said, still couched down in
dad's lap.

"Yes indeed!" smiled the Sheriff, taking a nice long look at the
situation. I could definitely see more than just a passing interest in his
smoldering eyes. "Sorry to break up your lil' party..., but sex in public
places are strictly forbidden in this town...! You know that Lester...!"

"It wasn't HIS fault, Sheriff..." I said, sitting up as I removed my hand
from between my legs. "...I practically begged him to find a safe place so
I could go down on him...! I get so horny at times..., I can barely contain
myself...!" I smiled, making sure the Sheriff noticed my open legs.

"uh..." he said, staring down at my exposed vagina. "...I can see where
that could happen..., especially with someone as fine as you are miss
Alex...!" smiled the Sheriff, his eyes never leaving my cunt.
	Dad looked down and noticed my indiscretion after wondering what
the Sheriff was looking at so intently? He didn't like what I was doing,
but it seemed to be working.

"Am I getting a ticket, Arnold...?" asked Dad, looking a little pissed.

"uh...no, not this time, Lester...!" smiled the Sheriff, putting his hat
back on. "I'm gonna let you good people off with a warning...! If I see you
both back here again..., there will be a heavy price to pay...!"

"Looking forward to it, Sheriff!" I smiled, with a wink.
	Dad started the car, then pulled off. We drove all the way home
without him saying a single word to me.

"Are you mad at me, daddy...?" I asked, as he pulled up into his driveway.

"Mad...?" he asked with a definite attitude. "Why would I be mad...? You
seem to have manipulated your way through the entire day!" he yelled,
getting out of the car.

"What're you talking about...?" I asked, following him up the walk to the
house.

"First you manipulate the people at church, lying about a lost contact lens
to get out of answering questions which I still don't understand why...?
Then you manipulate ME into letting you perform oral sex on me in public,
as if I'm some horny teenager! And then you manipulate the Sheriff by
flashing him your vagina when all he was going to do was write me a
ticket!" yelled dad, putting his key into the door. "What else have you
been manipulating since you've been here...? What are you REALLY doing here
with me...?? I'm old enough to be your father!"

"Is that what you think I'm doing...? Manipulating you...?" I asked,
purposely sounding hurt. I could see dad's anger already starting to soften
(this being a woman was a piece of cake). "Maybe I should leave...?" I
asked, stepping into the house.

"No..., you don't have to do that...!" he said, closing the door behind us.

"But I don't want you feeling as if I'm trying to play you, Lester...! I
like you..., a lot!" I pouted.

"I like you too, Alex..." said dad, touching my arm and pulling me around
gently.

"Maybe if I moved back into the motel, it will clear up whatever strange
feelings you're having...?" I suggested.

"That's not necessary..." said dad, taking me in his arms. "I over
reacted...!" he admitted, hugging me close. "I like having you here." he
added, wrapping his arms around me as he leaned his chin atop my head.

"I like being here..." I said, wrapping my arms around him as well. I
looked up at him as he looked down and kissed me on the lips. What started
as an innocent peck quickly turned into more as I slipped my tongue into
his accepting mouth. I ground myself against him, feeling him envelope my
body in his embrace. I could feel his cock growing hard against me, his
bulge pressing into my thigh as I rubbed myself against it, trying to get
him aroused.

"You have to be the most sensual girl I've ever known...!" laughed dad, as
I reached down and massaged his bulge.

"And you've got to be the sexiest daddy I've even seen!" I admitted,
grabbing his belt buckle as led him upstairs to his room.
	Dad didn't protest when I started dancing provocatively in front of
him, swaying my hips and stripping off my clothes slowly. I could see dad's
dick starting to tent through his pants as he began to undress. His eyes
never left my body as I pulled off my church dress, revealing my sexy
matching bra and panties. I'd never felt more sexy than I did dancing in
front of my father. His face was like a kid on his first Christmas as I
removed my bra and allowed my tits to spill out. Leaving my heels on, I
turned away from him and bent over at the waist, keeping my legs stiff and
straight. I could see dad's hard cock standing erect as he stripped naked,
sitting on the bed watching me. I felt like a showgirl as I ran my hands
sensually up the inside of my legs to my crotch and started rubbing
myself. By the time I peeled my panties down, dad had already crawled up
behind me on the floor and began lapping at my pussy. I felt his hands wrap
around my thighs as he pressed his face up in my cunt and began eating
me. I could feel his tongue licking against my clit, his mouth gently
pulling on my soft pussy lips as he pressed his face up between my
legs. Being bent over, it was only a matter of inches before dad was
licking at my asshole, pulling my butt cheeks apart as he darted his tongue
in and out of my bunghole.
	I felt more sensations through my anus than I did through my
vagina, so I began moaning louder when dad sealed his lips around my
asshole and started sucking. My knees felt weak as they began to buckle
beneath me. I fell down on all fours as dad followed behind me, his mouth
still sealed against my boy-cunt as he pressed me down flat on the floor
and continued eating my ass. I spread my legs and elevated my ass, feeling
his tongue drill deeper. My mind swirled in sexual heat as I heard myself
begging my dad to fuck me, to shove his thick fat cock straight through me
without care. Drunk on his own lust, dad followed my plead, climbing up on
top of me as he aimed his cock up to my cunt and slammed forth. I screamed
out in a fit of pain as his dry cock bore straight through my saliva slick
vagina.  In an instant I was full of cock. Dad ground his groin into me,
churning his stiff cock around in my cunt. His hands grabbed at my waist as
he pulled me back against him. I felt dad's dick straining inside me,
stretching my vagina inward as he started fucking me with his magnificent 8
inches.

	Being a male, dad didn't understand that I got more satisfaction
from getting anally fucked than I did vaginally. He assumed (as ALL men do)
that the vagina was the end all eroticism to a woman's orgasm. Perhaps it
was for real women, but I was a transsexual, having had a man made vagina
didn't allow for all the sensations a naturally born woman's vagina
might. I don't moisten naturally like normal women, so the extra added lube
helped make the dick feel like its sliding through silk, Without it, the
fucking his rough and could be a bit painful.
	I could feel the stabbing pressure of dad's cock as it fucked in
and out of me, slamming deep into my man made cervix. Dad pulled me up into
his lap, slamming his pelvis into me with sheer passion and lust, fucking
me harder than he had in the past few days. I winched in pain with every
inward jab he made, my hands pulling at his as he held me firmly and fucked
me stern. I knew he was enjoying the extra fiction between us, so I gave in
and allowed him to have his was.

	Dad pulled me up until we were both standing, then he walked me
over towards the bed and pushed me back down on my knees over the edge. He
pulled out of my pussy, then bent down behind me and swabbed his tongue
across my asshole. Before I could get over the shock to my cunt, dad
quickly got into position behind me and roughly shoved his cock up my
ass. I wailed out passively as his cock penetrated me, filling my hole
completely.
	I arched my back, flung my long blonde hair over my shoulder as I
glanced back at him. Dad was fucking me in my boy-hole, not my girl cunt. I
always became more responsive when my boy hole was being properly
manhandled.

	Dad leaned in over me, kissing me hard as he started fucking my
asshole with the same passion as he did my cunt. I began throwing my ass
back at him, taking his cock deeper as my asshole began lubing
naturally. "You're so odd..." groaned dad, feeling the difference in my
holes. "...you're the only woman I know who gets more excited in the ass
than in the cunt...!"

"Does that turn you off...?" I asked, licking his lips as he continued
fucking me.

"I'll fuck whichever hole you want me to..., so long as you allow me to
keep fucking you!" he said, making me want him more.
	I reached back, grabbing and handful of daddy's hair as I sucked
his tongue into my mouth. I milked his cock with my anus, squeezing his
shaft as it slid through me. I could hear him moan into my mouth, his
breath becoming more labored as he groped my tits and hammered me hard from
behind. Just as I was really getting into it, dad suddenly pulled himself
from my hole.

"What's wrong...?" I panted, looking back at him curiously.

"I'm not ready to cum yet...!" said dad, turning me around as he lay me on
the edge of the bed. I watched in frustration as dad parted my legs, then
lowered his head between them. He sucked and licked at my cunt some more,
getting me nice and wet. I thought he was going to fuck me in my pussy some
more, when he suddenly came up and repositioned his cock at my asshole, and
shoved forth.

"UHHH...!!" I gasped, feeling his cock bore into me again.
	I held my legs open as dad humped into me, screwing his entire cock
up my ass with long strong deep thrusts. I looked down to watch his cock
disappearing up my ass, the thick shaft slamming into me full length. I
wrapped my hands around his neck, bending my knees to give him deeper
access. I could feel dad's cock throbbing as he fucked, making my asshole
feel alive. My anus began to pulsate orgasmic, signifying my cum-less
orgasm.
	Dad picked up the pace of his stroke, fucking me harder as my body
went through mild convulsions. He held me by the waist as he hammered his
cock into me, then came.


"AARRRHHH...!!!" he yelled, filling my man-pussy with his copious cum
load. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside me, dumping thick
heavy gobs of potent seed into my rectum. While still cumming, dad pulled
me forward for a French kiss. We swabbed each other's mouths as his cock
slowly softened inside me before falling out. He laid me back on the bed,
nestling his head in my bosom as we both calmed down from our duel orgasms.

"What are we going to do with the rest of our day...?" I asked

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