BRIDGING THE GAP-10
I lay in dad's bed, my legs cocked open and spread wide around his thrusting waist as he grunted repeatedly in my ear and stabbed his thick cock 8 inches into my body over and over again. He'd been pounding away in me for the past 12 minutes, and I knew he was getting close to coming (with very little movement) when I suddenly heard my cell phone vibrating in my purse beside the bed. Sex with my father (since I returned home in my new body) had always been great (like living a continuous wet dream), that is until NICK came along.
Now, in one fair swoop, Nick Cartwright fucked me and turned my entire life around. Before him I had a plan to enact revenge on my father for kicking me out of his life and rejecting me as a gay son (the plan was to come into town and seduce him, to make him fall headoverheels madly in lust with me, then dump him and reveal that I was truly his son Alexander with a sex change. I knew it would be devastating to dad, but I didn't care. All I thought of was all the years I had to do what I HAD to do to survive). However everything started to go haywire when I learned dad truly regretted his decision to kick me out, and that he longed to mend fences between us but didn't know how to get in contact with me (indeed I had stopped using my given name years ago!).
Gone was my 10 year anger and quest for vengeance. In fact, I found myself really starting to fall in love with my father, seeing him in a different light now that he saw me in the form of a beautiful woman. I was content with staying with dad for awhile, seeing how things went and then slowly slipping out of his life, pretending I had a life to go back to in the big city. But then Nicolas Cartwright intercepted, throwing a huge monkey wrench in my plans and screwing up my head with his big dick and cocky attitude.
Dad thrust in and out of me, slamming his cock through my man made vagina as he built up momentum to his impending climax. I lay there under him, my mind a million miles away as I wondered what Nicolas was doing and if he was thinking of me?
I heard dad groan aloud, then felt his thrusts slowly fade as his pulsating prick filled my vagina cup with his warm cum. He collapsed on top of me, panting and sweating fast, his heart pounding against my silicone implants as he fought to catch his breath.
I wondered if he was having a heart attack...?
"Did...did you cum, honey...?" he asked, in no real shape to help if I hadn't.
"Yes daddy..." I whispered sweetly in his ear, feeding his libido. "...I always cum with you inside me...!"
Dad smiled then kissed me graciously on the cheek before rolling over. I sat up (feeling slimy and wet between the legs), grabbed my purse, then made my way into the bathroom to clean up. After locking the door, I searched my purse for my cell phone, checking my `missed calls' only to discover Nick HAD called!
I immediately called him back, wondering what on Earth was he doing calling me at this time of night...? He knows I'm with dad...!
Nicolas answered on the second ring...
"What took you so long to call me back...?" he asked.
"I was making love to my boyfriend..." I answered, frankly. "...NOT that it's any of your business...!"
"Oh..., so that OLD MAN'S your boyfriend now...?" questioned Nick. "If you're dating him..., then WHY were you letting me fuck you in his house the other day...?"
"If you're happily married..., why're you calling me on the phone instead of spending this time with your wife and children...?" I countered sarcastically, vainly checking my reflection in the mirror.
"Because I'm a MAN..." he said (as if THAT explains it all), "...and I love fucking women! Especially women I'm not married to!"
"Oh really...?" I laughed. "Then I'm glad I'm not your wife!"
"Why...? Wouldn't you like to wake up next to me every morning...? Just roll over in bed and get this dick anytime you wanted it...?" he asked.
"According to you..., only women you're NOT married to get the dick..., all your wife gets is to cook and clean after you..., oh yeah, and raise your children!" I chuckled.
"She doesn't seem to complain..." he said, arrogantly.
"She's not talking to the right people..." I said, knowing he didn't like being reminded of Donna (out of sight, out of mind I guess). "...someone needs to inform her that the housewife of the 50's and 60's are long gone, and that women of today demand equal pay for equal living...! If you like I could give her a thing or two to complain about...?"
"And I'm sure I could come up with something with mr Wilcox..., if I HAD to...!" said Nick, in a threatening manner.
"THAT sir..., sounds suspiciously like a threat..." I informed him. "...are you intentionally threatening me...?"
"I most certainly am..." said Nick, blatantly. "...I'm going to tell Lester Wilcox everything..." he said, sending a chill up the back of my spine. "...unless you come downstairs right now..., and meet me in your driveway...!"
"You're NOT in my driveway..., stop playing...!" I said, skeptically.
"Just pulled in...!" said Nick, talking on his cell phone. "Come out and see...! That is, unless you're still under your boyfriend...?!"
"You'd better not be playing...!" I warned, hanging up.
Grabbing my `fuckmekit' from the bathroom closet, I jumped into the shower and quickly filled my douche bag with warm water to cleanse my vagina. After that I pat myself dry with a clean towel, then moistened it with honey flavored lubricant and touched up my makeup before rushing into the bedroom to throw on a thong and my bathrobe. As I suspected dad was snoring loud enough to wake the dead, successfully knocked out after our love making. I wasted no time squeezing into my 5" stilettos, then ran down the carpeted stairs as fast as I could and quietly crept open the front door. Nick's car was parked in the drive (like he said), so I tightened the tie on my bathrobe and sashayed over to his car with the sexiest walk I could muster in heels.
"What took you so long...?" he asked, rolling his automatic window down. "I thought you went back to bed or something...? I was about to leave...!"
"I HAD to freshen up..." I said, smiling seductively. "...I told you I was making love to my ole' man...!"
"I thought I was your man...!" smiled Nick, looking toasted (drunk) behind the wheel.
"Oh really...?" I laughed, walking around to the passenger side of the car before slipping in next to him. "I hope you don't think just because I LET YOU tap this once or twice..., that it BELONGS to you...!?"
Nick reached over and roughly pulled open my robe, exposing my bare breasts. Pinching hard on my left nipple, he leaned in close as if to kiss me...
"I may not OWN it yet..., but I will soon..." he stated, confidently.
"Oh really...??" I laughed at his arrogance. "And HOW do you plan to do that...?" I asked.
Nick looked deep into my eyes...
"Cause I plan to trap you the same way I trapped Alexander Wilcox 10 years ago..." he said, making my heartbeat freeze at the mere mention of my REAL name...
"And how's that...?" I asked, swallowing hard...
"By being the BEST fuck you ever had!" he said, just before stuffing his hand down between my legs and attacking my cunt with his fingers.
"Nick..., no..." I moaned, pushing him away (weakly) as his fingers pressured far up in my snatch. "...don't..." I muttered as he leaned in and began kissing my neck and breasts, leaving wet trail marks where his tongue traveled.
Nick ignored my pleas (knowing I didn't mean them anyway), stabbing his fingers deep inside me, feeling the moistness of my lubricant which began to seep back out of me.
"hmmm..., you're so WET..." he noticed, pulling his fingers out and placing them up to his nose. "...I love the smell of wet cunt...!" he said before licking the moistness from his fingers. "I HAVE to eat your pussy...!" he said, pushing the passenger's seat back into lying position. "Wilcox's cum isn't still in you, is it...?" he asked, pulling aside my thong to see my cunt lips.
"No..." I answered, opening my legs for him.
"There'd BETTER NOT be...!" he warned, before going down on me.
There I lay in Nicolas CartWright's car, staring up at the ceiling with HIS face stuffed between my legs, eating my cunt. When I think of all the times I spent on my knees as a boy, servicing Nicolas' brother and their friends just to get at Nick's dick, I can't believe HIS FACE is now between MY legs, licking MY PUSSY!
Starting to pant, I could feel myself already having an imaginary orgasm (as I no longer had a cock to cum with). Nicolas heard my whimpers and felt me squirming in my seat and began licking me harder, slurping at my box as if expecting a pending flood...
"Did you CUM...?" he finally asked after nearly 5 minutes of eating. "You didn't gush...! I wanted to eat you juice...!" he said, sounding disappointed. Going back down (squeezing onto the floor under the dashboard), he started eating me again (this time determined to get my load), lifting one of my legs straight up until my heel was hitting the ceiling. "Cum for me..." he moaned as he licked my cunt, slobbering all over my vagina lips with his mouth. "...I want that juice..!"
I looked down to see Nicolas CarWright's face smashed between my thighs, eating me as if it were his last meal. I wanted to cum for him so badly, to feed him the load he had been feeding me for years as children.
Then all of a sudden, something inside of me POPPED!
"OH god...!" I panicked, feeling something inside my body explode for the first time since becoming a woman. I wasn't sure what had just happened, when I suddenly felt warm liquid flowing freely from my vagina patch.
"MMMmmmm..." moaned Nicolas, slurping louder as he sealed his mouth to my cunt so he wouldn't miss a drop. "...your CUM tastes so good..." he managed to moan between tastes.
I was perplexed (to say the least). My doctor had always told me that as a woman' I COULD ejaculate', but I never felt anything more than mild to strong anal orgasms where my prostate gleamed after a terrific pounding. The doctor explained that since I no longer had testicles which carried sperm, that I could only secrete seminal fluids which provided nutrients and made semen. Nicolas was now eating my seminal fluids (in essence eating my semen), which he mistook as my `womanly secretions'.
Finally after all these years, Nicolas was eating MY juices!"
"Oh baby..., you're so fucking HOT...!" he groaned, lifting up from the floor as he ripped open his pants, exposing his enormous 8" erection which he immediately rammed straight through me.
"AARRRHHHHHH...!!" I groaned happily as he fed my (now naturally wet) vagina his manhood, burying it in me as he started thrusting and fucking me wildly.
Leaning in over me, Nicolas kissed me on the lips. I could taste the remnants of my `honey based' lubricant, as well as another flavor from my seminal fluids. Knowing Nick had consumed my CUM made me warm inside as I oozed more fluids, coming again.
Nick pounded my pussy wildly with his cock, hammering me hard as I spread my legs about his thrusting waist. All too soon he drove all the way inside me and roared...
"AAAAAARRRHHHHHHHHHHGGGG...!!!" coming madly inside me.
I could feel his cock pulsing as it dumped a gallon of sperm inside my mangina. I could feel my prostate throbbing from the pounding as well, making my entire body shutter from orgasm.
Nicolas fall on top of me, his still erect cock still pumping fresh semen into me. I could feel him struggling to gather his strength as he panted against me (my bold breasts pressed against his chest). When he finally finished coming, he slowly rose up and pulled out of me. I looked down to see his softened shrunken (wet) cock pull free as he climbed back on HIS side of the vehicle.
"Oh my god that was hot..." he sighed, resting in his seat with his pants down around his knees. I wanted to lean over and suck his cummy cock clean, but I was too paralyzed by my surprised orgasms. "We'd better go..." he suggested, pulling up his pants and tucking away his prized cock.
I pulled my robe closed, tying it in front of me in case anyone happened by.
"What are we doing, Nick...?" I asked, not ready to let the dream end yet.
Nick leaned his head back against the seat rest, then looked over at me sleepily.
"We're just having FUN..." he said.
"Fun...?" I asked, wishing it was more. "You're MARRIED..., I'm practically LIVING with Lester...! We're in HIS driveway fucking like school kids...! Where is this going...?"
"Where do you THINK it's going...?" asked Nick, flipping the question.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I don't know..., but if it isn't going anywhere..., I don't think we should keep risking our REAL relationships on just a roll in the hay...!"
Nicolas' face turned serious...
"I'm not letting you go..." he said, making my heart skip a beat. "...you're the hottest chick in this whole god forsaken town...! I'm not giving you up to some OLD COOT who probably needs Viagra to get it up just to fuck you!"
"Lester's a good man, Nick..." I informed, not wanting to hurt my dad anymore than I already am.
"What's that they say about `nice guys'...?" smiled Nick, just before he kicked me from the car.
I stood in the driveway as he backed out and drove away (his semen now streaking down the inside of my legs), feeling torn between WHICH MAN I wanted to spend the rest of my life with...?
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