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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