Date: Tue, 08 Dec 2009 18:33:13 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: bridging the gap-6

	Monday morning. Dad was in the bathroom getting ready for work
while I lofted around in bed, enjoying the afterglow of our love making. I
couldn't believe how great my plan (to seduce my own biological father) was
working. I had always fantasized about changing faces and identities, and
then coming back home to Madison County and seducing my dad without him
knowing who I really was. It had been easier than I expected. Dad had no
idea I was really his long lost son that ran away from home 10 years ago at
15. I mean, how could he really? I had changed sexes with a new face, new
tits, and brand new body with a tummy tuck, hip implants, and a butt
lift. I had long beautiful blonde hair, soft pouty lips, and a state of the
art brand spanking new showroom factory vagina! The best money could
buy. All so I could pass as a real woman. No one could tell I wasn't the
real thing, not even a gynecologist! Most of the women I encountered hated
me, because I was so beautiful and all of their men wanted me. I couldn't
walk into a room without every head turning.
	My plan had worked beautifully. In fact too beautifully. Dad wanted
me to stay here in Madison County and be his stead girlfriend. I wasn't
prepared for that. I must admit it sounded better than my original plan; to
fuck him silly and then reveal who I really was, breaking his heart and
leaving him shattered. Somehow staying here and becoming dad's live-in
girlfriend seemed not only appealing, but right in some sorted sinful
way. I had always wanted my dad's love and acceptance (oddly though, how I
finally achieved it as the woman he's fucking and never as just his
son). It certainly got my loins all fired up every time I thought about it
becoming dad's girlfriend. The only problem was that everyone in town hated
me. They suspected that I was only with dad for money or security or
something. The most demanding of them by far had been my former classmate
Nicolas Cartwright.

	Nick openly accused me of lying about my real reason for being in
town. He was a real estate agent, and looked into my claims of settling
property here for my deceased grandparents (how stupid was I to say that
knowing everybody knew everybody in a small town?). Now he wanted to see
him privately in his business office, or he said he'd tell my dad
everything he knew about my lies.
	I knew it would be in my best interest to just up and leave, to
disappear as easily as I came. But I was torn. I was finally getting the
type of relationship I always wanted with my father, and now that I was
finally fulfilling my wildest dreams, I wasn't quite ready to watch it all
go away. I knew I was treading on thin ice, but I needed to know exactly
what Nick Cartwright knew, and I needed to know what he planned to do with
that information?

	Dad finally came out of the bathroom, freshly shaved and showered
as he began to dress for work. "You're still gonna be here when I get back
from work, won't you Alex...?" he asked, putting on his uniform.

"I have a few errands to run this morning..., but I should definitely be
back before you get home...!" I assured him, causing him to grin broadly.

"I have an extra key for you..." he said suddenly, surprising me. I watched
as he walked over to his dresser and pulled open mom's old jewelry box. My
eyes watered when he turned around, holding mom's old key ring. "This used
to belong to my wife..." he said, walking back to the bed.
	I sat up, the covers falling down off my perfect tits.

"Lester, I couldn't..." I said, too afraid to touch it.
	Dad had always been so guarded towards mom's things. As a child I
was never allowed to go near her closet, to look through her draws, or
touch her jewelry. Dad had always secretly blamed me for mom's death (mom
died in childbirth having me), and never really bonded with me fatherly.

"I insist...!" said dad, placing the keys in my hands delicately. "They've
just been sitting in that jewelry box for twenty-five years..., its time
they were put to good use!" he smiled, kissing me on the forehead.
	I suddenly felt warm all over. I kissed dad on the lips, then
reached down between his legs to feel his cock. I wanted him so
badly. "That will have to wait til I get home tonight...!" he said,
grabbing my hand. "How do you plan to run your errands today...?" he asked,
giving it second thought.

"I dunno..." I said, studying the keys as I leaned back against the
headboard. "...taxi I guess!"

"You know how to drive, right...?" asked dad out of the blue.

"Yes..." I said, confused by the question. Maybe he wanted me to drive him
into work so I could borrow his car...?

"My wife's car is in the garage..." he said, making my skin turn ice
cold. "...it's a bit old..., but it was brand new when she bought it! The
engine runs perfectly..., I take it out for a spin just to warm it up every
couple of month...! But it runs in perfect condition, and it's yours to
drive around for as long as you're in town!"

"Gee Lester..., are you sure...?" I asked, my heartbeat racing in my chest.

"Definitely!" smiled dad, putting on his utility belt (the final touch to
his uniform). "I'll see you later tonight...!" he said, leaning over to
kiss me gently on the lips.
	I laid in bed as dad walked out the room. Moments later I heard the
front door slam, then heard his car start up in the driveway before pulling
off.

	I got up out of bed and jumped into the shower, knowing I had to
face Nick sooner or later. I preferred to get it done and over with. I used
my lavender scented shampoo and lotioned my body from head to toe with
special oils designed to make my skin silky soft and give me a radiant
glow.
	Once I set and blow dried my hair, I brushed the soft curls out and
allowed my long silky hair to cascade down over my shoulders. I picked out
one of my sexiest dresses, a pair of high heel stilettos, and painted my
face perfectly. I opened the garage door, then took mom's old Rivera out
for a spin.

	It was amazing driving mom's old car. A small picture of her and
dad hung from the rearview mirror. The picture was old, older than me, the
colors were all faded by time, but I could still see the love they had
between them. If I were a regular woman, I probably would have been put off
by the picture of my boyfriend's dead wife hanging in his car, but since it
was my mom, I was more than cool with the idea.
	I drove directly to Nick's real estate office in the Town's
Square. His dad founded the company back when we were kids, but Nick and
his brother Peter took over after their father became sick with
cancer. When he died, Nick took over as head of the company. I parked
outside at a meter, then walked into the office with my tight fitting dress
which showed every inch of my womanly physique. I could see the plump
secretary's face frown slightly when I walked in (the normal reaction I get
from jealous women who don't measure up). "May I help you...?" she asked,
looking me over from head to toe as if I'd just tracked dog shit in on the
carpet.

"I'm here to see Nickolas Cartwright!" I said, flipping my hair back
dramatically.

"Is he expecting you...?" she asked, looking through the daily planner.

"Just tell him Alexandra Wilkinson is here to see him..., I guarantee he'll
want to see me!" I answered, confidently.
	The secretary tried not to look cross as she picked up the phone
and dialed Nick's office. "Yes, mr Cartwright..., there's a woman here to
see you. She said her name is Alexandra Wilkinson!" I watched as the
secretary's face went stone. She looked up at me briefly, then quickly
averted her eyes with embarrassment. I had to hold back my chuckle when she
finally said, "Okay sir, right away." She hung up the phone and then said,
"You may go right in, ma'am." without looking up.
	I sashayed by her desk as I barged into Nick's office...

"Alex..., what a surprise...!" he glee, getting up from his father's old
desk. "To what do I owe this visit...? Are you looking to sell your
grandparents property...? I'm sure we could get a good price for it!"

"Can the small talk, Nicolas..." I said boldly, shutting the door behind
me. "...we both know I'm not here for a social visit!"

"We both also know you're not settling any properties for any elderly or
deceased grandparents either...!" added Nick, smugly.

"Then what AM I doing here in town...?" I asked, wanting to know how much
he knew.

"Well that's the thousand dollar question...!" smiled Nick, standing
directly in front of me. "At first I thought you were a gold digger, trying
to swindle old man Wilcox out of his life's savings..." said Nick openly,
not caring about hurting my feelings. "...but then I did some checking and
discovered that other than some old outdated life insurance polices, old
man Wilcox ain't worth too much of anything! And what he does own, is
willed away to his faggot son Alex, --wherever he is!" I tried not to react
to Nick's hateful description of me as I kept my face stony. "Which means
either you have some other scheme going on..., or..."

"Or what...?" I asked curiously, as Nick's eyes slowly wandered down to my
chest.

"...or..., you have some sick twisted unnatural attraction to old men!"

"Lester's not old..., he's older...!" I corrected.

"What do you see in a man old enough to be your father...?" asked Nick,
twisting his face distastefully. "Did your father leave you as a kid...?
Were you deprived of a father figure in your life...?"

"What business is it of yours...?" I asked, offended. "Why are you so
concerned about what Lester and I do behind closed doors in the privacy of
our bedroom...?"

"It's just sick!" said Nick, shivering as if to shake the idea out of his
head. "You could definitely do much better!"

"ah..., and let me guess..., --YOU'RE the better...?!" I assumed.

"Is there any doubt...?" asked Nick, grinning broadly. "You could
definitely do worse...!"

"Somehow, I doubt that!" I said, being purposely snobbish.

"Did I..., DO something to offend you...?" asked Nick, unexpectedly. "Ever
since I first met you..., you've been acting as if I did something to you
personally...! Have we met before that I'm unaware of...?"

"No..." I said, not wanting him to put two and two together. "...but I
believe your WIFE might be interested in knowing why you're so concerned
about Lester's and my relationship!"

"Oh..., THAT!" laughed Nick, guiltily.

"Right..., that!" I said confronting, fully expecting Nick to back down
after reminding him that he was married.

"So..., you're not mad to ME per se..." he said, playing mind games with
me. "...you're angry that I'm married...?"

"I didn't say that...!" I defended.

"You didn't have it..., it's implied!" he smiled, confidently. "Well..., my
wife's not here now...!" he said, stepping up close to me. I looked down
and noticed a prominent lump forming in his trousers. "See what you do to
me...?" he asked, knowing I was looking. "You've got to be one of the
hottest women to ever walk through Madison County..." he added, touching
his hand against the bare skin of my neck. I felt my knees grow weak as
memories of Nick Cartwright and his brother Peter butt fucking me front and
back filled my head.
	Memories of how they would take turns ramming their hard teenage
cocks in my ass turned me on like nobody's business. I felt his hand slowly
rub down my neck and across my breasts. He hooked his fingers into my
cleavage and pulled down the front of my dress and bra, exposing my bare
tits. "Beautiful..." was all he said before licking his lips, and bending
forward to take one of my tits into his mouth.

	My mind swooned as Nick Cartwright sucked my left titty. In all the
years he and his brother used me as a sexual guide to fucking girls, he
never used his mouth to give me pleasure, he never lifted a finger to make
me feel good (other than fucking me or allowing me to suck his cock). I was
amazed at how hungry his mouth was as it sucked my left nipple inside. His
lips formed around the fatty skin as he suctioned inward, creating a vacuum
with his mouth.
	I moaned softly as Nick latched his mouth to my breasts, then used
his hands to roam over my body and ass. He pulled me into him, grinding his
crotch bulge into me as his hands tightened on my ass. I couldn't help
grinding my cunt into him, wanting to feel his cock against me again after
all these years.

	Nick pulled the back of my dress up as his fingers pulled at my
panties. I could feel them searching as they poked at my cunt lips and
asshole. I gasped when he suddenly sank a finger into my cunt. A second
later he pulled away and began unfastening his pants.

"Wha...what do you think you're doing, Nick...?" I asked breathlessly, my
tits still hanging out of my dress.

"One good suck deserves another..." smiled Nick, reached his hand around
the back of my neck as he gently guided me down to my knees in his office.
	I must confess as a bonafied cocksucker, I was mesmerized by the
bulge. I wondered if his cock still looked the same after all these years?
I waited with bated breath as he unfastened, unzipped, then pulled his
erect cock free. Sure as I remembered it, it popped out into the open,
demanding service.

	I stared at the cock for a few seconds, getting reacquainted when
Nick pulled my head forward. His cock head touched my painted lips as I
kissed the tip. I heard him moan as I began to lick it. I coated the head
and shaft with my tongue and saliva before finally opening my mouth to let
him in. It was like being taken back through a time machine. Suddenly I was
14 years old again, sucking Nick's cock in his parents' garage while they
sat in the family room watching television.
	My entire childhood from 11 to 15 was consumed with pleasing Nick
and his brother. For years they dominated me, making me their own personal
cocksucker to use and abuse when and wherever they wanted. I remembered
times when they made me suck their cocks so much that my lips looked like
they had been injected with collagen. I sucked their cocks in their bedroom
during sleepovers and while we were supposed to be studying or playing
video games. I sucked them off in their backyard treehouse, in their
father's car, in the school's boy's bathroom and stairwells, I even blew
Nick one day on the school bus (after he had told everyone about
me). Suddenly I was in dejavu, sucking the cock that tormented me and gave
me the greatest pleasure as a kid.

	Nicolas knew nothing of my past (of course), as he held my head and
fucked my face. I could feel his cock sliding easily (familiarly) between
my lips. I think he was pleasantly surprised when he pressed his cock into
my throat and was met with no protest, nor a gag reflex. I swallowed Nick's
fat 8" cock all the way down to the balls as he groaned happily above me. I
latched my hands around his clothed thighs and bobbed my head back and
forth. I sucked feverishly on the head of his cock, making him squirm
before pummeling my own throat down the shaft. I took his man meat from tip
to base with every stroke, fucking my own face harder and faster than he
ever did. I was no longer the skinny shy kid who sucked cock timidly under
the bleachers during home games, --now I was an experienced woman who knew
exactly what she wanted and how to get it.

"Geez..., you really know how to suck cock...!" gasped Nick, grabbing the
edge of his desk for support as I went to work.
	I bobbed back and forth like a sucking machine, devouring his
entire cock to the very root. I could feel Nick starting to thrust into my
mouth, meeting my downward suck with an upward thrust. Soon we were fucking
with a steady pace, --his cock and my mouth. My lips slammed into his hairy
pubes over and over as I gobbled down every inch of his rock hard manhood.

"Oh this is sweet...! You're the best cock sucker I've ever had...!" he
moaned, lost in lust. That only inspired me to suck harder as I picked up
the pace, wanting to taste his load. I went wild, sucking hungrily as I
smeared my lipstick all along his cock shaft. Nickolas could barely keep
his composure as I gobbled his manhood relentlessly. He grabbed my tits,
squeezing them in his hands as he fucked my face. My hair flung back and
forth messily, getting hung up on his cock and my wet lips. But that didn't
stop me from swallowing his rod full length every time, feeling his cock
pummel my throat.
	I could feel Nick's legs starting to tremble as he got closer to
cumming. I wanted his load so badly. I cupped his hairy balls in my hand
and churned them around while I sucked. That sent him over the edge as he
suddenly grabbed my hair (locking his fingers in the roots) and shoved his
cock down my throat and came.

"Uhh...! Uhh...! Uhh! Aww fuck...! Yeah! Damn yeah! Oh god...! ARRHHH...!!"
he grunted and groaned, trying to keep his voice down as he came down my
throat.
	I could feel his cock pulsating as it pumped and poured cum
straight down into my stomach. My nose was buried in his pubes as my lips
stretched around his cock base. When his fingers started to loosen in my
hair, I knew he was finished cumming. I slowly drew my lips back up his
cock shaft, gathering the last of his seed on my tongue before swallowing.

"How long are you going to be in town...?" asked Nick, recovering from his
orgasm.

"I'm not sure..." I said, allowing his softening cock to fall from my
mouth. "...it depends..."

"On what...?" he asked, helping me up off my knees.

"On..., what happens with me and Lester...!" I answered, honestly.

"You're not looking for him to fall in love, are you...?" he asked, his
face frowning again.

"He's a good man. A nice man!" I argued.

"You don't want nice...!" he said, pulling me into his arms. "You want
someone young, rough, and dangerous!"

"You're already taken, Nick...!" I reminded him, pushing him back.

"You can't deny there's something between us...!" argued Nick, as I pulled
out my makeup kit and began to fix my face. My lipstick was everywhere! "I
felt it the first time I saw you at the bar! There's some connection
there...!"
	If only he knew!

"You're married, Nick..., and I'm with Lester!" I said, snapping my mirror
closed as I put away my kit and my tits. "Forget any of this happened...!"
I warned, turning towards the door.
	Nick put his cock away as he refastened his pants.

"When can I see you again...?" he asked as I reached for the doorknob.

"You can't!" I said.

"I still have to fuck you!" he stated boldly. "You can't leave town until
I've fucked you...!"

"You already have a woman for that...!" I sniped.

"But I want yours!" he insisted.

"Do you always get what you want, Nick...?" I asked, coyly.

"Of course!" he smiled.

"So do I!" I laughed back, opening the door and accidently bumping into
Nick's wife Donna! "oops...!" I said surprised, as she suddenly appeared in
the doorway out of nowhere (I suddenly had flashes of Nick's secretary
frantically phoning the misses, warning her of the beautiful blonde
visiting her husband!). "Hi...!" I said, trying to act natural.

"Hello..." said Donna coldly, looking at me oddly, then at her husband.

"Honey...! What're YOU doing here...??!" he asked, trying not to sound
suspicious. "This is an unexpected surprise!" he beamed, grinning
hard. "uh..., Donna, this is Alexandra...uh..."

"Wilkinson!" I said, in case Nick didn't remember my fake last name.

"...Wilkinson...!" added Nick. "She's looking for an agent to settle some
old properly of her grandparents...!"

"Really...?" asked Donna, sounding skeptical. "Are YOU from Madison...?"
she asked, looking directly at me.

"No..." I answered, "...I wasn't very close to my grandparents..., I'm from
California!"
	Before Donna could rebuttal, I turned to Nick..., "I have your
business card..., I'll call you once I decide what I want to do with the
property...!"

"Do that!" said Nick, as I left the office as fast as my stiletto heels
would take me.

	I left Nick's office feeling hornier than ever. I had sucked the
cock of the boy that had turned my entire life around from the very
beginning, and nearly got caught by his wife. Lord knows what Donna was
saying to him right now behind closed doors? I wondered if she was sniffing
him for my perfume? Or if she was checking his cock for my lipstick?
	I reached my hand down between my legs as I drove, rubbing my pussy
through my panties as I imaged Nick fucking me. I remember how his cock
felt in my ass as a teenager, how he used to hold me down and butt fuck me
until he came off inside me, then would switch off with his brother, or one
of their friends. My asshole started to pucker hungrily as I drove. I
needed cock in me, and I needed it quickly. I decided to head over to dad's
job for a mid-morning quickie. I know he was something of an old
fuddy-duddy, but I was sure I could get him to fuck me if I could get him
alone! With my mind made up, I headed for his work. I made a right turn on
a red light, and was instantly met with the flashing lights of the Sheriff
behind me in my rearview mirror...

To be continued...

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