Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2011 16:22:24 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: bridging the gap-11

BRIDGING THE GAP-11

	My mind was completely shocked. In all the years that I had lived
with my gender reconstruction, I've never EVER felt a sexual orgasm like
the one I got from Nicolas Cartwright last night (last chapter). Sad to say
that after such an arousing orgasm, I was somewhat disappointed to go back
to bed with my father. Of course I loved dad, and for awhile I toyed with
the idea of keeping my identity secret and staying in Madison County as his
live-in girlfriend. But after the explosive sex with Nick..., I found
myself thinking of him constantly. As soon as dad woke up and started
cuddling behind me and kissing my ear and neck (his stiff morning erection
poking between my thighs), I started thinking of Nick, wondering if he was
thinking of me? If he was making early morning love to his wife Donna? If
he thought of me while he was poking HER?


	Dad rolled me over onto my back and started suckling my tits. I
watched his tongue play with the nipple before sucking it into his mouth,
his free hand squeezing my other breast. After a few minutes he lifted to
my face, kissing my lips while his hand snaked down between my legs to toy
with my clitoris. I was still full of Nicolas' cum from last night's
encounter in his car (wanting to feel his seed in me for as long as
possible), but dad mistook Nick's slick slippery sperm as me getting
moist. He climbed up on top of me, them maneuvered himself between my
legs. I spread my thighs wide for him, though the emotional attachment was
no longer there. All I could think about was Nicolas, and when would I get
the chance to see him again?
	Dad slipped his cock into me, his long dry penis breaking through
my sperm leaking vaginal lips. I gasped as he broke through, stretching my
vagina walls wide. I laid on top of me, then started humping, staring down
into my face as he held my head in his hands and told me how beautiful I
was, and how much he loved me. I said "I love you too", then felt his
tongue enter my mouth. I was forced to suck his tongue while he fucked me,
pumping his hips into me as he buried his cock in me over and over again.
	For 12 minutes dad pumped through me, squeezing my tits, my ass,
fucking me hard, then soft, then hard again, suckling my neck, my mouth,
slobbering my ear. I won't lie, I did enjoy the fucking, his constant
in/out thrusting got me in the mood even thought I knew I'd really rather
be with Nick. At some point I began imagining Nick on top of me, fucking me
hard. I imagined I was in Nick's bed, it was HIS cock fucking me, thrusting
through me, taking over me, making me whole.


"Oh god, I'm coming...!" I moaned, feeling my vagina gush warm fluid.


"Oh yeah..., I FEEL it!" yelled dad, fucking me harder as my own semen made
my cunt slicker. Dad thrust into me a half dozen more times before he
rammed in one last time and froze. "OH god..." he gasped, lifting his torso
a few inches off my breasts as he lifted his head and groaned;
"...urrkk...I'm...cccooommmmiiinnngggg..."
	I thought dad was having a heart attack as he withered and squirmed
atop me, grinding pelvises as he emptied his ball juice into me, adding his
with mine and Nick's.


"Wow..." he said, falling off to the side to catch his breath, sweat
pouring from his matted brow. "...I've never felt you cum so much..." he
said, "...you must've really needed that fuck...!"


"Yes..." I said, rolling out of bed with my back to him. Grabbing my robe,
I got up and headed into the bathroom. I could feel dad's combined cum
dripping down my inner thighs as I shut the door and sat on the toilet to
allow it to drip back out of me.
	I felt like a heel, fucking my father while thinking of someone
else. A married man at that! Not only was I an incest freak, I was a home
wrecker. Where was Nick and I going on this merry go round? Where was DAD
and I going for that matter? My life was barreling out of control like a
runaway train, and I had no idea where the last stop was, but I was almost
certain people would get hurt.


"You alright in there...?" asked dad, knocking on the door.


"Yes..." I said, grabbing a wad of toilet paper to wipe myself before
flushing.
	I looked at myself in the mirror, hating (for the first time since
my surgery) who I saw looking back at me. Was THIS the purpose of my sex
change, I wondered?


"You okay...?" asked dad after I opened the door.


"Of course..." I lied, pecking him on the lips.


"You feel like breakfast with me at the diner today...?" he asked, going in
to take a leak.


"uh..." I thought, not up to fighting with the frumpy waitress
Susanne. "...you know it's going to take me awhile to fix my makeup...!"


"Makeup...?" mocked dad, flushing the toilet. "You don't need makeup...!
You're the sexiest woman in town! You should go natural sometimes so people
can see your natural beauty!"


"I'm a city girl..." I defended, already searching through my makeup case
for my chisel and jackhammer. "...if you wanted an all natural girl, you
should have hooked up with a famer chick!"


"Somehow I see you as a country girl..." said dad, coming out of the
bathroom with a grin. "...you seem like you could have been raised around
here all your life...!"
	I felt a chill run up my spine. Was he starting to suspect...?


"Sorry, not enough day spas and dress shops in town for me...!" I smiled,
trying NOT to look nervous.


"So if I were to ask you to stay, you wouldn't...?" he asked, walking up
behind me to hug from the back.


"I thought we talked about this before, Lester...?" I said, breaking
away. "I'm only here temporarily..."


"I know..." said dad, looking disappointed. "...but that was awhile ago,
and you're still here..., we're still together...! I was hoping that THAT
meant some things had changed for you...?"


"Nothing's changed..." I said, watching dad's face frown. "...I enjoy being
here with you..., can't THAT just be enough for now...? Can't we just enjoy
the time we have left together...?"


"I don't want this time to end..." said dad, sincerely. "...not after
losing my wife, AND my son...!" he said, getting choked up. "Life's too
short to live in just the moment! You're still young for now, but all too
soon you're gonna look back and wonder where all the years went...! Do you
want to spend that time alone..." he asked, taking me back into his strong
arms. "...or would you rather spend it with someone who's over the moon for
you...?" he asked, looking me right in the eyes. "Cause I'm crazy in love
with you..., and I want you to be my wife...!"
	HOLY SHIT!"


"You can't be serious, Lester..." I said, nearly falling over in my
heels. "...we barely know each other...!"


"I know ALL I need to know about you, Alex..." he said, holding me tightly
about the waist as I tried to squirm away. "...I know you're a loving,
caring, vivacious woman who enjoys life and all the things it has to
offer...!" he said. "I just want to make you happy...! I want to be the one
who puts a ring on your finger and make you a respectable woman...!"
	Tears started to swell in my eyes at the thought of dad proposing
to me. I certainly didn't factor this in my revenge scheme, and I was at a
loss at what to do. I loved my dad of course, perhaps MORE than a boy
should, but marriage...? That was taking things too far.


"Let me ask you a question..." he said, after my long silence. "...do you
LOVE me...?"


"Of course I do..." I said, struggling to get out of his grasp.


"Then what's the problem...?" he asked, fighting to keep me close. "We
could get married at the Justice Of The Peace..., it doesn't have to be a
big wedding..., I've done that already...!"


"We're from two different times, Lester..." I said, managing to wiggle out
of his arms. "...you're a widowed man from a small town who doesn't even
know where his SON is..., and I'm a pricy city girl who wants a big lavish
wedding in my future...! We don't mix!"


"If you want a big wedding, we can have a big wedding..." smiled
dad. "...the biggest wedding this town has ever seen!" he said, stroking my
hair. "Anything you want...!" he added softly, pleading his case. "You
don't have to think about it now..." he said, sensing apprehension on my
part. "...think about it...! We discuss it later...!"


"I don't know, Lester..." I said, discouragingly. "...there's a lot about
me you don't know...!"


"And I told you, I don't care what happened to you in your past...!"
reassured dad. "What's past is past! We ALL have things we're not happy
about...! I've done things I'm not proud of either..., but I wouldn't hold
it against you if you wanted to be a part of my life...!" he argued, "Love
isn't that easy to find..., you only come across it once or twice in your
lifetime...! Don't pass me up because you're afraid I might not like
something from your past...! Give me some credit! Let ME be the judge of
that! Okay...?"
	Dad pulled me into his arms after that, hugging me tightly as he
wrapped his arms about my body. I hugged him back, holding back tears at
his honesty. How would he truly take the news that I was his long lost son
Alexander? Would he embrace me like this, make love to me again like he did
this morning...? Or would he kick me to the curb again, calling me sick
vile nasty names like before...?


"Meet me for lunch...?" he asked, pulling away to see if I was alright.


"Okay..." I snickered, wiping my watery eye.
	Dad kissed me on the forehead before disappearing into the bathroom
to get ready for work. While he was busy shaving and showering, I snuck
over to my purse and checked my messages. Nick HAD texted me, telling me
how much he missed me and wanted to see me again today. `What time?' –I
texted back. `Lets meet for lunch' –he texted. `Can't, meeting Lester
for lunch'. `Break it!' –he texted. `I can't...' –I texted. `Then
meet me at 11 o'clock for an early lunch...' –he texted, `...and wear
something sexy, I'm hungry for your love!'
	My anus was already puckering at the thought of meeting Nick for an
early lunch. I lounged around in bed until daddy finished showering and
dressing, telling him how sleepy and tired I was after his morning
bang. Dad laughed and told me to get a lot of rest, cause there was more
where that came from. I ran to the window to watch him pull out of the
driveway and leave, then RAN into the bathroom to shower, scrub, exfoliate,
moisturize, perk up, pluck, shave, and manipulate my face and body into the
girl I wanted to present to Nick. I washed and curled my hair, painted my
nails and toe nails, took my hormone injections, took my daily dose of
pills and vitamins, pulled out a sexy strapless red halter-top dress (which
conformed to by shapely body like a mermaid suit when I walked), painted my
face, donned my perfumes, slipped on some naughty panties, my nylons and
high heels, then sashayed out the door to my mother's car and drove to my
morning destination to meet Nick.
	I pulled up at his father's old Real-Estate office, and walked
in. Right off the bat the nosey secretary gave me the `stink' eye.


"Can I help you...?" she said. If her tiny little bird nose could get any
higher, she's drown in her own spit.


"Nick Cartwright, please." I said nicely, despite the hateful looks she
gave me.


"Name...?" she asked, looking through the planner to see if I had an
appointment.


"Wilkerson..." I said, "...Alexandra..."
	Her eyes popped beads when she saw Nick had indeed scheduled me in
for an appointment.


"It says here that your appointment is with PETER Cartwright..." said the
woman, smugly. "He's down the hall..., THAT way...!" she pointed, in the
opposite direction of Nick's office.
	I'm sure my face looked stunned, but I tried not to show too much
confusion as I quietly made my way down to Peter's office at the end of the
hall. Knocking on the door, I heard a man's voice say `come in', so I
pushed open the glass (draped) door and walked in.


"You must be Alexandra..." said this big tall red headed man, coming out
from behind his desk in a suit and tie. "...I'm Peter Cartwright, Nicolas's
older brother...!"


"Hello." I said, unsure what else to say. Why was I here? What did Nick
tell Peter about our relationship...?


"Would you like something to drink...?" he asked, pointing out the bar he
had stashed in the corner of his sizable office (which was slightly smaller
than Nick's).


"No, nothing..." I said, as he guided me to a chair. "...is something
wrong...?" I asked as I sat down (my skirt rising up my thighs as I
sat). "Is there some reason why Nicolas isn't here...?"


"uh..." stammered Peter, clamoring back behind his desk. "...Nicolas got an
unexpected emergency he had to attend to first..."


"ah..." I said, crossing my legs. "...let me guess..., --his wife...?"
	Peter smiled...


"So, how long have you and Nick been, uh..., friends...?" he asked, taping
his fingers nervously on his desk top.


"Not long..." I said, catching his eyes falling on my legs. "...but we've
grown quite close in a small amount of time...!"


"I bet..." he said more to himself than to me. "How long do you plan to be
in Madison County...?" he asked.


"I'm not sure..." I said, uncrossing my legs so the split in my shirt would
rise higher (showing off the panty shield between my legs), before slowly
crossing the other leg (Sharon Stone style). I could see Peter becoming
flustered (loosening his tight tie) at my little peepshow. "...it really
depends on how well received I am...!"


"Received...?" he asked, confused.


"Well..." I said, opening my red blazer so my cleavage would spill over my
halter. "...a woman has NEEDS Peter..., I'm sure your wife has told you
this...?"


"Ex-wife!" corrected Peter, his tongue nearly hanging out of his
mouth. "Wh, uh..., what kind of, uh..., NEEDS are you talking about...?" he
managed to ask, reaching down to adjust himself in his seat.
	I smiled, knowing my body was getting him hot. How many times had
Peter Cartwright used poor pathetic Alexander as his cumdump, only to pass
him along to his friends to use as well, all just so he could get closer to
Nick.


"The same needs every woman wants, Peter..." I said, sitting
back. "...stability, security..."


"And, uh..., HOW exactly is Nick helping you to find those...?" he asked.


"Oh..." I said, realizing Peter knew exactly WHY I was there. "...Nick has
a way of PROBING me, DIGGING to the ROOT of the problem and POUNDING it out
until I'm forced to see the light...!" I laughed. "He's showed me some
personal properties that he said he wouldn't mind me borrowing every now
and then..., or course I wouldn't own it, but I'd be able to USE it
whenever possible...!"


"And you're okay with THAT kind of arrangement...?" he asked, not really
talking Real Estate.


"It's what I'm here for...!" I smiled.
	Peter looked like he was about to cream his pants at any moment.


"Well..., you know, Nick isn't the only one in this office that can show
you personal properties and POUND out your problems...!" he offered. "I've
taught Nicolas everything he knows...!"


"Really...?" I asked, sounding intrigued. "You must be one GOOD
teacher...!"


"Yeah..., AND I'd be available to show you MORE property MORE often than
him..., since he's MARRIED and all...!" added Peter, standing up from
behind his desk.
	I could easily see the mound in his pants as he forced his hands in
his pockets to straighten out and wrinkles in his crotch. As he walked from
around his desk, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the long prominent shaft
snaking down the inside of his pant-leg. "I see you're interested in
checking my properties out..." he said confidently, as I came closer.
	I could feel myself breathing harder as lustful thoughts and long
ago memories filled my mind. Memories of Pete holding my head as a young
boy, stuffing his hard cock down the back of my throat, forcing me to deep
throat him. I heard a zipper, then saw Peter Cartwright fishing through his
fly to free his hardon. I thought that was my que to leave.


"Where you think you're going...?" he asked, grabbing my arm as I tried to
stand up. I struggled to pull away, but Peter was far too strong and horny
to let me go. "You fucking prick tease..." he snared at me, gripping me by
both arms as he physically pulled me into him face to face. "...you come in
here with that skimpy tight outfit on, taking about probing and pounding,
getting me all worked up..., then you think you're just gonna get up and
LEAVE without at least giving me a blow job...?!"


"I don't know what Nick's been telling you about me..." I defended, "...but
I'm NOT that kinda girl...!"


"Sure you are..." smiled Pete, staring down at my breasts. "...he told me
how you blew him in his office...! How he fucked you in your ole man's
bedroom...! And how he even nailed you last night in his car!"
	I could feel Pete's hardon poking straight into me, freed from its
polyester prison. "I know EXACTLY what kinda broad you are..." he
continued, holding me tighter. "...you're the kinda bitch that likes to
work a man up, then play hard to get...! You know you WANT IT as badly as
we do..., but you want to make him TAKE IT, so you don't feel like the slut
you are!"
	 My mouth dropped open in disbelief (had he been spying on me since
I been in town...?). "You've got a pretty mouth..." he said, seeing
opportunity written all down my throat. "...why don't you get your knees
and show me how well you give head...?!" he asked/demanded, shoving me down
on my knees in front of him.
	As a former girly-boy, I've had plenty of experience sucking men
off, even when I didn't want to. Once the blood rushes to a man's erection,
his dickhead takes over thinking, leaving little else in the way of
compromise. How many times had I been cornered by some big strong brute who
really wasn't into fags, but wanted their dicks sucked and I was the only
one in their presence to give them what they wanted? How many times had I
been forced to my knees to submit, only to get off on it?


	Peter's cock stood staring me in my face. I couldn't believe how
much it'd grown since I last saw it. It was big, pale white, and as thick
as I remembered..., only now it looked to be about 9 inches long, with a
plum colored head.
	Peter was eager to get things started as he gripped me by my hair,
and stopped me from admired his hardware. "Take it in your mouth..." he
insisted, smearing it across my lips. I opened my mouth and let it in,
feeling it fill my oral cavity completely. "...ah yeeeah..." he moaned, as
I took him in.
	It'd been a long time since I last blew Peter Cartwright, in fact I
was 15 the last time he force fed me his dick, holding me by the hair as I
choked on his length. Now things were different. He wasn't dealing with a
frightened teenage boy with an eagerness to please and be liked..., now he
was dealing with a female vixen, one with a ominous sex drive and as many
holes to fill as erections he could muster. I opened my mouth and swallowed
his dick straight down to the hilt, burying my pretty made face in his
groin.


"OH SHIT...!" he gasped at the unexpected. "Nick said you could suck
cock..., but I didn't expect THIS...!" he said, bewildered.
	I mashed my face in his crotch, feeling his cock wedge down my
throat. I held it there for a few seconds before pulling back, dragging my
lips back up the hard ironclad shaft to suckle sweetly upon the head.


"Damn you're some kinda find...!" he complimented as I looked up into his
eyes, then swallowed his cock again. "awwwwww..." he moaned as I slowly
took him back down into my throat, pressing my chin into his balls. If Nick
wanted me to be his whore, I'd do it gladly, on MY terms!
	Peter leaned back against his desk top for support, as I crawled
along in front of him, bobbing my blonde head in his lap and sucking his
long hard cock like a retired prostitute. Pete ran his fingers through my
hair, pulling it back into his fists so he could watch my red ruby lips
suck up and down his pale shaft. I liked wearing smudge proof lips stick
when I suck dick, and usually traveled with a makeup case full of it. As
hard as Peter tried to smear my lipstick (pulling his cock from my mouth
and slapping it against my face or rubbing it vigorously across my lips),
it just wouldn't smudge.
	Scooting down, I sucked his big meaty balls, licking and bathing
them in spit before taking them one by one into my mouth to wash thoroughly
with my tongue. After suckling each ball individually, I took them both
into my mouth, it took some time to work the whole sac in, but I managed to
get them both inside and pull them gently with my lips, giving them a
thorough workout before spitting them side and licking my way back up the
iron shaft.


"Oh baby..., if your mouth feels this good, I can't imagine what your cunt
must feel like..." whispered Pete, already daydreaming of fucking me.
	That was an event that would have to wait, as I really wanted to
taste his cum, to remind my taste-buds what it tasted like all those years
ago.



	Peter tried several times to pull me off of his cock, to pull me up
from my knees so he could get a crack at my pussy. But I refused to let go,
knowing I had him on the ropes. He wasn't going to fuck me when he was
already on the verge of coming. Oh no! If he was going to fuck me, it was
going to be long and hard. I wanted to see if he had the power to make me
cum like his brother Nick?
	Peter seemed frustrated that he couldn't get to my pussy (even
though he managed to reach down over my back, lift my skirt, and rub his
curious fingers along my ass crack and puckered asshole until he found my
moist vagina). He leaned back on the desk, smelling his fingers as I
continued deep throating him, pounding my face down in his lap while
stroking his long meaty shaft with my hand.


"I'm close..." he warned, causing me to suck harder. "...I'm gonna cum...!"
he announced, expecting me to pull off I guess. But I just kept sucking,
slurping my mouth up and down his shaft as he leaned back on one elbow (his
fingers up his nose with the other hand, smelling my va-jay-jay. "AWWWW
shit...!" he cursed, as I worked his shaft faster with my hand and mouth
working in unison. "Oh god...! I'm coming...! I'm..., AARRRHHHHHGGG...!!"
he yelled, loud enough for the people in the office to head.
	With his free hand, he palmed the back of my head, then forced my
mouth all the way down on his dick, forcing me to deep throat his spurting
cannon as it punched wad after wad of creamy baby making juice straight
down my throat. Peter continued to moan and groan as I slowly lifted my
head, milking his throbbing shaft with my fist as I allowed the rest of his
sizable load to spill out onto my tongue, painting it creamy white with
extra salt.
	`Mmmmm...' my taste-buds remembered him as I drank his sperm,
milking the softening shaft of anything left behind. Pete watched as I ran
my thumb up along the underbelly, following the cum-tube, pressing out any
cum lingering inside. When a big pearly droplet formed at the tip, I
quickly whisked it away, eating it promptly, cleaning his cock of any
traces of cum before getting up off of my knees.
	But before I could hook my fingers into the seams and lower my
tight fitting skirt, Peter lifted up off the desk and quickly ran his hand
between my legs along my moist pant-liner, rubbing my cunt.


"Next time, I HAVE to try out that pussy...!" he insisted.


"Are you sure we're ready for that kind of merger, mr Cartwright...?" I
asked, lowering my skirt as he removed his hand.
	Rubbing across my cleavage, he looked me directly in the eye...


"You've already swallowed my best plan..." he said, pulling me in closer by
my halter. "...the least you could do is allow me in the front door to
probe the rest of my plan...!"


"Or the BACK door..." I smiled, flirtatiously. "...I'm an equal opportunist
type of girl!"
	Peter smiled...


"In that case, are you sure you have to go right now...? I'm sure I could
find time for another meeting...!"


"Sorry..., I have a lunch date..." I said, regrettably. "...but DO tell
your brother that I was left in VERY capable hands while he was
indisposed...!"


"Oh, I will...!" assured Pete, as I pulled out my makeup kit to make sure
my face and hair was okay.
	I'm sure the receptionist noticed I had a slightly different hairdo
than I did before I went into Pete's office. We were standing directly in
front of the receptionist's desk when Nick's office door suddenly opened,
and out walked him, his wife & kids.
	Instantly I saw Donna's cheerful smile turn to a frown when he saw
me.


"Oh, what gorgeous children..." I said, bending over so Nick's oldest could
see down my cleavage. Donna pulled them in close to her, as if I might
snatch one (like I wanted kids...).


"Hi..." said Nick, trying to act cordial. "...I see Pete's been taking good
care of you...?" he said, politely (reading between the lines, he was
asking if I was alright...? Had Pete TRIED anything?).


"Oh yes..." I said, standing back up. "...he's been taking GOOD care of
me..." I said, flinging back my hair dramatically as I looked over my
shoulder at Peter. "...in fact, I might have to replace my OLD Realtor back
at home..., he has too many obligations to fulfill...!" I said to the
misses, referring to her husband.


"Oh...?" said Donna, stone faced. "...who's your Realtor back home...? We
may know him...!"


"I doubt it..." I said, giving her a hint of a smile. "...I change Realtors
often...!"
	I saw Nick's jaw clench with that last statement.


"So you're going to be okay going home...?" he said to his wife. "Pete and
I have some business to discuss with Miss Wilkerson..."


"Oh, no need..." I said, blowing Nick off. "...like I said, Peter took care
of ANY questions I might have had about property and ownership..." I
wagered, seeing Nick shoot Pete a hateful look. "...I have to be going,
myself..., I have a lunch date with the man I love...!" I added, just for
ZING sake. "It was nice seeing you again, Mrs Cartwright!" I said, heading
for the door.
	As I walked from the Courtyard, I could hear Donna and the children
leaving the office. `Who she, mom...?' I heard the oldest boy ask,
obviously infatuated with my tits. Before I could even get into my mom's
car and start the engine, Nicolas was hitting me up on Text, asking me to
come back inside. I ignored his message, putting on my sunglasses, started
the car, and headed for Mel's Diner, and lunch with my father...!



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