Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2004 11:39:40 EDT
From: Linksysdon@aol.com
Subject: DONNIE MEETS HIS PARENTS, PART 4

I didn't have to wait long to learn whether my father was going to put more
into my asshole than his finger. The next time he came into my room after
fucking my mother (they didn't include me every time) he let me suck the
fuck juice and cum off his prick, and when it got hard again he turned me
over on my stomach and had me get up on my knees with my ass sticking up in
the air. I felt him take some of the goo off his cock and wipe it around my
anus, and then he begin to run his finger up and down my ass crack and slip
it into my hold. It felt good, and I squirmed around pushing back so his
finger would go in farther.

I was disappointed when he slid his finger out of my asshole, but after a
moment he was back. . .only this time I could feel his hard cock nudging up
against my anus as he rubbed some kind of cream (ky-jelly, I learned) into
my hold. Then he pushed his cock in so that the head was buried in my
ass. It hurt a bit, but the effects of his finger-fucking had made me like
the sensation, so I didn't complain. Dad played around my ass with his
slick cock and gently worked it farther and farther into my asshole until I
felt like I had the biggest turn ever inside of me. When he began moving
his cock in and out like he had when he was fucking my other, I realized
that I was my father's new "pussy" and that soon my ass would be as full of
his semen as my mother's cunt had been.

I wriggled my bottom and relished the intimate contact with my loving
father as he reached around and took hold of my boyish cock and began to
pump it in time to his fucking of my ass. Just as I was about to spill my
spunk into his hand, he thrust his penis hard into me and I could feel the
hot discharge of his wonderful creamy cum bursting inside of me. I have in
a rush, and felt completely at one with my father. Once again, after we had
both caught our breath, we got in 69 position and sucked each other cocks
clean.

This experience led to a new game with my parents. Mom would let me fuck
her, and while my cock was up her cunt Dad would fuck me in the ass. We
tried to get all three of us to cum at the same time, but it didn't happen
every time so we kept trying.

I found that as much as I liked fucking my mother, my real pleasure seemed
to be in sucking my dad's glorious cock and letting him cum in my face. I
also learned to really like being fucked up the ass by my loving father. I
was his second "woman" as he liked to say, sort of his "mistress."

Thinking about this made me get curious about what it would be like to be a
girl. One day when my parents were away I went into the laundry and found a
pair of my mothers soiled panties and one of her bras. I sniffed the
panties and enjoyed the strong aroma that lingered from my mother's
pussy. Then I got a crazy idea: I slipped them on and walked around,
enjoying the silky softness against my cock and balls. Then I took a skimpy
bra of hers and tried it on. I was a little chubby, so her bra was tight on
me and it made my rather full pectorals come together in a way that, when I
looked in a mirror, make me look almost feminine. I had a very soft face
anyway, and as I pranced around admiring myself in the mirror, I got hard,
and rubbing Mom's panties against my dick, I shot a wad of cum into them.

Just as I was trying to figure out what to do with my mother's really
soiled panties, she came through the garage door and caught me in the
laundry room just before I got her undies off. I was afraid she would read
me the riot act, but she surprised me by saying, "Why, who is this pretty
girl who is in my laundry room?" She came over and ran her hands over my
"breasts" and down my bottom, saying that I really did look like a girl.

	She took me by the hand and led me into her and Dad's bedroom,
where she found an old dress of hers that had a short skirt and a buttoned
top, and she slipped it over my youthful body. She stood back and marveled
at how like a girl I looked. Then she took some of her lipstick and other
make-up and made me up so I really did look like a girl. My hair was long,
in the style of the day, and so I saw that she was right. I was even kink
of turned on by my feminine reflection.

	Mom let me keep her dress and make-up on until Dad came home, and
when he did, he concurred that I looked remarkably like a girl. Since it
was his poker night he and Mom decided that we would play a trick on his
fellow poker players and he would take me and introduce me as his "niece"
from out of town.

	But that's another story. (send responses to linksys.don@aol.com)