Todd's Bitch 13
Words can't express the contentment I felt lying next to Rico, digesting his cum load. As I lay on his chest I could feel his heart beat, feel it slow as he relaxed, coming down from the powerful orgasm I had caused with my hungry mouth. I gently fondled his softening penis for a few minutes, enjoying the way it felt in my hand, so warm and exciting. He was so much bigger than me of course, all men are it seems, and holding it like that, loving it, just made me feel that much more feminine. Of course wearing a frilly pink dress, stockings and things certainly reinforced those feelings.
"Kiss it Brandy. Kiss your man's cock, then put it away for me."
I sighed at the thought that this closeness was at an end but did as he said, instinctively. I sat up next to him, scooted further down my bed and kissed it. As I did so I pulled the foreskin back up so that it closed over the head and I licked between the head and the skin, cleaning him of any remaining stickiness. I then carefully tucked his meat back inside his jeans and zipped him up, taking care not to catch any skin or hair. When I finished, Rico sat up and announced it was time for him to go home. It was nearing dinnertime, and Daddy would be home soon as well, I had to change.
I showed Rico to the door and he kissed me, a sweet kiss. He told me he would see me at school tomorrow and he winked at me. I must admit I was in a dreamlike state. I wandered into the kitchen to find mother, wearing her apron and working at the stove over several pans. It smelled like beef stroganoff, one of her specialties and a personal favorite of mine. She looked up from the stove at my appearance and had a wry smile on her face.
"Did you have a nice visit with Rico, darling?"
"Yes mother. We talked about what I missed at school today."
"Umm Hmm, I think your mouth indeed was busy, but not talking, sweetheart. You have dried cum on your cheeks and you simply smell of semen!"
I blushed and grabbed a napkin and wiped my face. How embarrassing!
"Darling it will take more than a napkin to wipe away your shame! Now go to the bathroom and wash up, reapply your makeup as I showed you, and return to the kitchen and put on a apron to help me with dinner."
"But mom, shouldn't I change before Dad gets home? He'll see me all dressed up."
"No need precious. You look quite pretty and dressed appropriately. Now scoot!"
I realized when I looked in the mirror that my lipstick was smudged and I did look kind of sticky and used. I washed and touched myself up, using a bit more of mother's makeup and blush, and I reapplied a fresh coat of lipstick. I did pretty good on the lipstick, I puckered up and managed to create a very neat line of lipstick, it felt funny doing this, especially knowing my dad was going to see me like this, but if it was going to happen I wanted to look nice. I returned to the kitchen and mother handed me a very pretty apron to put on. It was white, with little red hearts, and after it as tied she had me set the table. Despite my apprehension of being seen like this by my father, I felt fantastic! It was so natural to me, dressing like this, being surrounded by silk and frillies, knowing I had the semen of the man I cared for in my tummy. I could have skipped dinner I felt so full!
My heart jumped when I heard the back door slam and daddy walked into the kitchen. I looked up at him, like a deer in the headlights, and I saw shock in his eyes.
"Brandon! For gods sake, what are you wearing?"
Mother answered for me.
"Martin please. We've talked about this. This is your daughter Brandy, and she is dressed the way any proper young lady would dress. Isn't she pretty?"
"Now Barbara, this is going too far!"
"I'd say it went too far when you started using her mouth for your disgusting male needs!"
Father just grunted in embarrassment. I also watched his eyes as they went from my face down my frame, past the padded breast area, to the bottom of the hem of my dress, and down to my stocking clad legs. He then looked back into my eyes and his face warmed, breaking out into a bit of a smile. I felt a bit weird, vulnerable I guess.
I looked down to see him rubbing himself through his pants, he caught me, and smiled. Mother continued to explain the situation.
"I blame that goo goo girl...what is it she's always singing?"
Despite the seriousness of the situation I laughed out loud.
"That's GaGa, mother...Lady GaGa! And the song she sings is "Born this way"!"
"Yes, that's it....Martin, Brandon was born this way. You remember how concerned we were when he was a baby, that inferior little penis and those undescended testicles...and as he grew it never quite kept up, did it? It was all I could do not to dress him up as a girl baby!"
"As I recall you did, my dear...."
"Well could you blame me? He was never very masculine, do you remember the time we caught him dressing up with his little cousin Emily? Or the dolls and stuffed animals he could never give up?"
"You're right of course Barbara, as usual. I guess I overreacted. Brandy, you look very pretty. I'm going to go to my recliner and watch the news. Brandy, be a good girl and bring me my nightly cocktail!"
I don't think mother saw the eye play between us, she as focused on her stoganoff, seasoning and stirring it. It smelled wonderful!
"You see Brandy, even Daddy is supportive of your transition. Now fix him his highball and wait there with him until I call you for dinner, there's a good girl."
I made Daddy's drink, as I had done many times before. A shot and a half of brandy over ice, some bitters, and filled the glass with sprite. I walked into the living room to see him watching Diane Sawyer. I leaned over to hand him the glass and he took it from me. As I pulled away he grabbed my hand and forced it down onto his crotch. I gasped as I felt how hard he was!
"See what happens when a pretty girl is around?"
It felt weird but I must admit I liked feeling his hard on, liked knowing that this was the effect I had on him, and he was my father! I wondered what other men would think when they saw me dressed like this?
We heard mother humming in the kitchen, and he whispered to me.
"Take it out of my pants, baby girl!"
"Dad...no! Mother is in the other room!"
"Do it...and be quick!"
I sighed and leaned closer, undid his zipper and felt inside his pants. He was wearing boxers, as usual, and I reached inside them to find his cock, all hard for me. I pulled it out so that it was sticking straight out of his pants. He wasn't as big as Rico, I knew that of course. I though it incredibly wicked but I held it in my hand, looking into his eyes, wondering where this was headed.
"Kiss it. Take it into your mouth!"
"But Daddy, mom is in the other room!"
"Be quick about it...you know you want to!"
He was right of course. I felt compelled to do it. I leaned over and licked the head. It smelled a but sweaty, and I moaned softly as I swirled the head of his cock with my tongue and engulfed the entire head into my mouth. I could feel the cock jump as I lowered my mouth further down the shaft.
My ears were like on hyper drive, worried I would be caught. All I could hear though was the clink of the ice cubes in his drink and mother's humming in the kitchen...and my breathing! Daddy spoke so softly, so decisively.
"Yeah, that's what I needed. A pretty girl after a hard day, sucking on my hard prick. You are pretty you know..."
I didn't answer, I sucked...for a few minutes and pulled off, out of fear, fear of being caught, fear that I was losing my mind, that I was a slave to men and cock. My father chuckled and pushed his erection back into his pants and continued watching the news. He also watched me it seemed, as I sat nervously on the couch in my pretties. It was only a few minutes later that mother called us into the kitchen for dinner and we sat at the table. After saying grace we started our meal, enjoying it immensely. As we ate we chatted as most families do, about their day. Daddy asked me how my day went.
"Mother kept me home from school today Daddy."
"Oh? Were you sick?"
"It was female trouble, Martin. She stayed home to recuperate and we had lessons in makeup and dressing."
"What do you mean...female trouble?"
I shrunk into my chair and played around with my fork, pushing it around on my plate, avoiding eye contact. I felt sick, fearing what mother would say next. At times she could be incredibly frank.
"Well I hate to discuss these things at table, but her pussy was sore. You see, Martin..that juvenile delinquent Todd passed her around to his friends and they all used her bottom for their carnal lust. She was quite red and swollen this morning. I'm afraid our daughter is no longer a virgin!"
My father dropped his fork on the table in surprise!
"Is that true, Brandy? Have you progressed beyond pleasing a man orally? You mean to say my child is taking it up the ass?"
"Yes Daddy", I meekly responded, "and mother says it's my pussy!"
"You see Martin how right I was, about Brandon's true nature? Our little boy is really a girl now. I've decided Brandy will always dress as a girl at home, evenings and weekends. It will make her more comfortable with her new life. When she goes to school she will wear a garter belt and stockings, and panties and a camisole under her boy clothes. She needs reinforcement, but not humiliation. That will have to do for now.
"What about gym class, Barbara? I don't want our son abused in the locker room!"
"I've taken care of that Dear, Brandy has been permanently excused from gym class. I don't want to torment the poor thing with seeing all those naked virile young men. It was bad enough when she had to be nude around them with her tiny little poopsie, feeling hopelessly inadequate...I'm sure you of all people can understand that, Martin...but now that she's learned how to pleasure the penis it's just unfair to tease her like that!"
I squirmed in my chair, realizing she was not only emasculating me, but also my father. While Daddy's cock is the only adult male I've ever sucked, I knew that he was endowed very small based on the bulges I've seen on real men and in magazines and things. I felt a bit sorry for him. Despite his small penis size I always felt he was a fine man.
The conversation seemed to stop after that and we focused on finishing our dinner. Mother reminded us that she would be going out afterward. It was her monthly meeting at church, when the ladies met for a combination prayer group and knitting and crocheting session. The would have coffee and cookies, and keep their hands busy while they enjoyed the fellowship of other christian women. Mother was always crafty, you should see the cute toilet paper cozy on our toilet tank, it's a ballerina!
Anyway, she left right after dinner and left me to clean up the mess in the kitchen and do the dishes. I was still wearing my pretty little apron. It was fun doing womanly duties while all dressed up, and I even wore a pair of big yellow living gloves to protect my hands. My dad was in the living room I guessed, watching TV as he usually does in the evenings.
I was humming a bit as I washed, and was surprised at the feeling of someone pushing up against my back side. It was Daddy of course, and he put his arms around me and held me tight.
"You're so damned sexy, do you know that? You remind me of your mother when she was young, in fact I think you're even prettier!"
I blushed.
"Daddy please, I'm trying to finish up the dishes!"
I gasped when I felt him grind into me. He was being very forceful and though it made me a bit uncomfortable it also excited me having a man turned on by my appearance. I felt his hands pick up the back of my dress skirt and felt a cool rush of air, that is until he pushed back tight into me and rubbed my bottom right through my silky pink panties. His hands felt very nice, and he roughly pulled them down to expose my naked bottom.
I gasped as I heard him undo his belt buckle and heard the sound of his pants and underwear falling to the floor! He wasn't...was he?
He leaned close to my ear while he pushed his hard cock up between my cheeks, it was searching for my pussy hole, and he reached around me and cupped his hand in front of me while I braced myself on the kitchen counter with my rubber gloves.
"Put some dish soap in my hand Brandy."
I obeyed him, squirting a big gob of the thick emerald green soap into his cupped hand, knowing what he had in mind. He pulled his hand away and then I felt his warm sticky fingers opening me up, working the dish soap into my hole. I panicked a bit, liking it but knowing this was wrong. Oh I had been giving him the occasional blow job, with the approval of mother, who considered it one of my chores and relieved her of the duty, which she seemed to disdain...but being fucked by one's own father seemed a bit taboo to me. But then again isn't it taboo to prance around in girls clothes and perform oral sex? And let's be honest those boys used my bottom for their own pleasure just yesterday and though I was appalled at first I did find I actually enjoyed being used like that.
My body betrayed me. I found myself scrunching down a bit, spreading my hole to try to get into breeding position, to make it easier yet again fro a man to penetrate me. Daddy chuckled when he realized what I was doing.
"Such a good girl, such a good slut...you like it don't you...like the thought of having a man fuck you up the ass?"
"Please Daddy mother says it's my pussy!"
He just laughed.
"Well Brandy, Daddy's gonna fuck your pussy good. You wanna be a girl, this is what men will expect of you!"
With that he pushed his cock into my hole. It hurt a bit, but not from the size really, after all Daddy is very poorly endowed as I am, mother has repeatedly reminded us of our shortcomings. My hole was sore from the repeated fuckings of the previous day. Even though those boys are young enough to be Daddy's sons, all of their cocks were much longer and thicker.
He pushed the whole length into me and started to thrust in and out. I moaned like a slut, trying to open myself up so more of it could get inside me. I needed it to scratch that itch inside me, but it seemed it was just too small to bring me much pleasure. As he grunted, holding me tight about the waist, I realized that my own cock, even smaller, would never bring anyone pleasure either. It's better isn't it, feminized and learning my proper role in life? The pleasure I would bring others would be of a submissive nature, not an aggressive one like a man.
"Oh baby, what a hot pussy...much hotter than your mother! I love it, love fucking you....you're Daddy's girl, aren't you?
"Yes Daddy, yes!"
As Daddy climaxed inside me he shouted out "Sweet fucking pussy!" and I giggled, I couldn't feel him spurting, just his body tensing. Before he slowed down, softened and pulled out we were shocked by mother walking in through the back door!
"I forgot my crochet needles....what....what the hell is going on here? Martin! You filthy beast, how dare you fuck another woman!"
"Relax Barbara, its just Brandy, after all you encouraged me to use her mouth!"
"Pussy is a very different manner! Get out you beast!!!"
Father sighed, pulled out of my bottom and wiped his sticky cock on the back of my dress. I could feel a mix of cum and soapsuds start to drip out of my hole and slide down my stockinged legs. He left the room, actually pushing past her and going out to the garage, probably to brood in his workshop.
I looked up at mother to see her red face and realized I was in trouble as well!
"Brandy, you must learn to not fuck another woman's man. There's a word for girls like you....SLUT!"
I began to shake and cry.
"Go to your room and stay there until I get home from church while I ponder your punishment. I will say a prayer for your soul, and for god sake keep your mouth and pussy away from any more penises this evening!"