Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2011 16:43:58 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: bridging the gap-15 BRIDGING THE GAP-15 There I was, --living the life! I'd returned home (to my old hometown) to seek revenge on my father (Lester) for abandoning me and kicking me out of the house (for being gay) when I was 15, only to have the plan backfire on me when I discovered he regretted sending me away, and wanted to know where I was so he could `right the wrongs' he did to me. I fell in love with my father all over again (after harboring hatred for him for nearly 10 years), only to have him propose `marriage' to me. Now I know I've only been a beautiful, --gorgeous, --supreme, --voluptuous, --vivacious, --stunning woman for a few years, but isn't it illegal (in most states) to marry your biological father? What a predicament I put myself in! And to ADD insult to injury, I started having an illicit affair with the boy I loved in my childhood (Nicolas Cartwright), --a now STRAIGHT man with a wife and children. Nicolas was everything my father wasn't: young, muscular, insatiable, lustful, and NOT related. I found myself STILL in love with Nick, even though he treated me like a schoolyard slut back then. Well, not much has changed, as he now treats me like a neighborhood slut, still sharing me with his older brother (Pete). Though I have to admit I really liked being the MEAT in their sandwich. Not EVERYONE was happy for me and dad's engagement. Nick certainly didn't want to see me get married, as it would most certainly (most likely..., probably..., maybe...) end our affair. And Miss Susie Bitchfuck (from the Diner) didn't want to see us marry, as it would totally SUCK for her. So imagine my surprise when I find out (later on) that Miss Bitchfuck did a background check on me, to find out who I am...! The NERVE, right...? "I'm coming...!" yelled my dad, answering an unexpected knock at the front door of the home I grew up in (while I was out..., --most likely having my torrid affair with Nick). "Susie..." smiled dad, seeing the short middle-aged, dark-haired woman who serves his meals standing before him. "...what a surprise...! Come in...!" he invited. "Is Alex here...?" she asked, hesitating... "uh, no..." answered dad, suspiciously. "...she's out running errands...! Why...?" Susie then marched her plump ass in as if she owned the place... "I'd like to talk to you about your, um..., --houseguest...!" she said, mysteriously. "Ooookay..." said dad, closing the door before showing her into the living room. "What's up...?" "What..., IF anything..., has Alex told you about her past background...?" "Well..." thought dad, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "...she's told me some personal stuff..." he said skeptically, "...that I'm not sure I should be divulging..." "Has she given you a Social Security Number...?" asked Susie, all up IN my business. "uh, no..." answered dad, "...I never ASK for one...!" "You might WANT to...!" said Susie, digging through her oversized pocketbook. "I asked Sheriff Arnold to run a background check on Miss Alexandra Cox from California..." she added, pulling out some papers she collected. "...and he wasn't able to find a SINGLE thing on her...!" "Well..., that's a GOOD thing, isn't it...?" asked dad, confused. "NO...!" answered nosey Susie. "She doesn't have a Birth Certificate..., a Driver's License..., a Marriage License..., a parking ticket, an Address, a Registration Number, an employer..., nothing! It's as if she never existed before she came here, to Madison County! In other words..., there IS no Alexandra Cox...!" "There's GOT to be something...!" said dad, ripping the papers from Susie's hands. "It's not like she DOESN'T exist..., I've TOUCHED her...!" "I'm sure..." frowned Susie, jealously. "She's LYING about who she is...! Have you gone through her things...?" "No..." "Well WE need to...!" said the busy-body. "Does she have a suitcase upstairs...?" "uh...yeah..." answered dad, in a fog. "COME ON..." insisted Susie, already standing at the bottom of the stairs. "...we NEED to check her things to see if she has ANY identification whatsoever...!" Dad got up off the sofa in a daze, unsure what to think. "Oh god, Lester..., I just had a thought...!" said Susie, alarmed (if you ask me, she has TOO MANY thoughts!). "What if she has a criminal record...? She could be an escaped fugitive from justice!" "Let's just go upstairs and get her suitcase before he go having her convicted as an escaped felon...!" said dad, refusing to let Susie's paranoia to cloud his judgment of me. They went up into the bedroom and pulled down my suitcase. Susie was the one who unzipped it and flipped it open, taking a distasteful gander at my erotic undies and beautiful dresses. "My..." frowned Susie, holding up one of my nighties, "...she DOES like her see through things, doesn't she...?" "She very..., --sensual...!" explained dad, embarrassed. "I see..." said Susie, jealous SHE couldn't wear those things. "There's NOTHING here...!" said Susie, riffling through my personals. "Does she have another bag somewhere...?" "Her makeup case..." said dad. "Where is it...?" asked the nosey heifer. "In the bathroom..." said dad, following the moose into the next room. "THAT'S her makeup bag...??" asked Susie, judging the size of my carrying case. "What she use to apply her makeup..., a painter's brush...?!" "She spends a lot of time in here applying..." said dad. "I'm SURE..." said Susie. "It's LOCKED!" "I don't have a key..." said dad. "Don't worry..." said detective Susie, pulling a bobby-pin from her hair. "You're going to pick the lock...?" asked dad, surprised at Susie's special skills. "Yes..." said the cat burglar. "...I've had to break into my kids chests a time or two..." she explained. "It's not difficult...!" After a few minutes, she popped the lock. "Presto...!" "What's IN there...?" asked dad, intrigued. Susie began to comb through... "Tanning Spray..., Skin Softener..., Peeling Cream..., Hair Removing Lotion..., Hormone Injections..., Estrogen Supplements..., What the HELL is wrong with this girl...?!?" "None of this is normal...?" asked dad, unfamiliar with what a woman hides in her makeup case. "Not hardly!" said Susie. "We need fingerprints...!" "FINGERPRINTS...?!" asked dad, believing this was getting out of hand. "What for...?!" "She's OBVIOUSLY hiding something...!" assumed Susie. "She claims to be here to close up her dead grandparents home and sell off their furniture, but NO ONE in town knows who her grandparents are..., OR remember her when she was younger...! She's obviously LYING about being from here..., but WHY...? What's her angle...?" "Maybe she's right where she's supposed to be...!" said dad, tossing my things back in my carry case. "She's already agreed to be my WIFE...! Why would she lie about her past or who she is if she's willing to be my bride...?!" "HELLO..." said Susie, trying to wake my dad up. "...haven't you EVER watched Unsolved Mysteries...? People LIE about who they are and re-marry all the time..., just to get insurance on their new spouse before killing them in some unforeseen predetermined accident to collect off their policy! She didn't convince you to buy tons of insurance, did she?!" "No!" answered dad, getting angry. "Alex always said you didn't like her...!" he remembered (finally!). "From the very beginning she said you treated her cold...! She said I couldn't SEE it because we were friends..., --but I SEE IT NOW!" "Lester..." said Susie... "I'm going to ask you ONLY ONCE Susie..." he said, sternly. "...please leave!" Susie looked heartbroken as dad kicked her ass to the curb. I WISH I could've seen her sad puppy-dog face as she ran for the front door like a line-backer, sobbing all the way to her little Ford Pinto. Dad put my carry case back where it belonged, then went back downstairs and poured himself a stiff drink, waiting for me to come home... Meanwhile I was at Peter Cartwright's apartment, my arms wrapped romantically about Nick Cartwright's neck, my legs wrapped around his trim waist as he held me up by my ass cheeks, bouncing me up and down on his stiff 8" cock, --his older redhead brother (Pete) standing behind me, bouncing me on HIS stiff 9" cock. The brothers had called me over for another rendezvous, after the last encounter had gone so well. I couldn't believe I was back in the arms of the two boys that started my downward spiral as a gay boy in a small town, bouncing me up and down on their hardons, fucking my two hot holes at the same time. Nicolas kissed me in the mouth, shoving his tongue between my pink painted lips as he fucked me, thrusting his cock (balls deep) into me with every stroke. After a few minutes of intense kissing, he'd pull off and suck one of my tits into his mouth (nursing like Bambi) while I titled my head back and kissed Peter. Peter (holding me from behind) would lean in over me and shove HIS tongue into my mouth, swabbing me orally with his spit, his big cock sliding in and out of my hungry ass. Then after a few minutes of kissing Peter, I'd break off and kiss Nick again, feeling Peter's strong hands molesting my wet tits from behind. This went on for nearly 15 minutes as the boys bounced me between them. Then to my surprise, Nick leg me down out of his arms, letting my feet touch the ground. They slowly (reluctantly) pulled their hard cocks from my wet holes, then turned me around. Now I was facing Peter, with my back to Nick. Peter bent himself slightly at the knee, then inserted his 9" (upwardly) curved cock into my cunt. I grunted softly as it filled my pussy for the first time that day. He held me gently by the waist as he pressed all the way in until our pubic hairs kissed. Nick moved in behind me, using his hand to aim his cock up between my ass cheeks. I felt the head searching for my hole before finding it and pushing in. I gasped sharply as Nick achieved penetration, pressing all the way up inside me until his crotch hair scratched my soft ass cheeks. With both cock once again firmly planted, Peter reached down and lifted my legs to his waist, instructing me to `lock them' behind his back. I felt both men press in closer as they adjusted their hands to hold me up. After a few second, I felt them start to thrust through me, pulling their cocks out until only the heads remained inside me, then pushing forward until the re-buried themselves bone deep in my holes. "Oh god..." I groaned, feeling the double pressure moving through me. I could feel Nick's hands on my tits, pulling, squeezing, and caressing them from behind, pinching the nipples as he kissed me upon the back of my neck and shoulders. I titled my head back onto HIS shoulder, then turned my head towards him as our mouths met again. His tongue easily slipped between my lips as I suckled it sweetly like candy, tasting his saliva. Peter leaned forward and began sucking my neck, thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy with long deep strokes. I groaned happily into Nick's mouth before turning towards Peter. Peter wasted no time replacing his brother's mouth, kissing me head-on like a lover. It was while kissing Peter that I felt like we were moving. I opened my eyes and looked around, then noticed the guys were heading us towards the sofa. Nick sat down, easing me down into his lap without removing his cock. Peter followed closely, keeping his cock lodged inside me as well. Without dislodging, they resumed fucking me with Nick sitting on the sofa, me in his lap, and Peter on top of me, humping away. "You guy've done THIS before...!" I surmised, feeling too well fucked for this to be the first time they used a woman this way. The guys just laughed, knowing I was right. They never stopped fucking as they continued to pump through me, stretching my holes around them swollen penises. I leaned back against Nick while Peter fucked me. With Nick on the bottom, he had limited movement, but was still able to bouncing me on his cock with a little help from Pete's momentum. I held my legs up and open for Pete, letting him hammer me as hard as he wanted. I could look down and see his big pale cock forcing in and out of me, breaking free from my stretched lips before forcing all the way back in. "Let's change..." suggested Nick. I could tell Peter didn't want to give up my pussy, as he pounded me a few more strokes before finally pulling out. I stood up Weeble-Woobley (pulling off of Nick's stiffy), then turned around to face the man I loved before climbing back aboard his cock. Nick aimed his dick up between my legs as I planted my pussy down on it, spearing myself 8 inches deep before resting my groin against his. Peter stepped in behind me, then re-inserted his cock up my ass, spearing me 9 inches with one stroke. "UHHH..." I gasped against Nick, hugging him full frontal as Peter resumed fucking me from the back. Having no mercy, he rammed in and out of me hard and fast, dragging my entrails out with his cock before fucking them back up into my ass with the next deeply penetrating stroke. Nick held me close, my tits squashed against his bare chest. His cock remained lodged bone deep in my cunt while his brother fucked me viscously from the back. He leaned in over me, breathing his hot breath on my back as he watched his cock slice between my cheeks. I could feel his pace increase as his excitement grew. Soon he was pounding me full speed, his cock nothing but a blur as it sped in and out of me, his pelvis slamming into my backside like a hairy wall, causing my entire body to shake. "aahhhh..." groaned Peter, getting close. I clutched Nick harder, holding on for dear life as the beat a path straight into my bowels. "ARRHH...I'm gonna CUM...!" he announced, fucking even harder. "Oh god...!" I groaned into Nick's ear as he watched his brother's pained facial expressions increase. "OH SHIT..., I'm about to CUM...!" said Peter, ramming all the way in one last time. "AHHHHHHH...!!" I screamed, feeling his cock press into my intestines. "AARRRRRHHHHHHHHHHGGGG...!!!" screamed Peter, coming hard as he filled my gut full of cum. I could feel his big cock pulsing strongly inside me, filling me full as it pumped rich hot semen straight into my colon. Peter ground his pubic patch against me, scratching my ass with his coarse hairs as he planted his dick deep. Falling against my back, I felt he cock die slowly inside me, deflating as it lost life and size with each heartbeat. Once he gathered his strength, he pulled out of my ass and backed off, looking for someplace to crash. Now alone, Nick and I looked into each other's eyes as I began to ride him. Nick held onto my waist as I (slowly at first) moved my hips up and down in his lap. "Your pussy feel SO HOT...!" he moaned, staring straight into my eyes. "I feel like I've known you my whole life..." he continued, ironically. "...like you know my every secret!" "I feel the same way, Nick..." I said, riding him a little faster. I loved the way his cock felt inside me, the way it filled me just right, as if we were tailor made for each other. "Where did you COME from...?!" asked Nick, surprising me. "I want to know everything about you! Where you grew up, where you went to school, what you looked like as a little girl, what your first kiss felt like, who your first fuck was, what your first orgasm felt like..., I want to know it ALL!" Knowing Nick was becoming more infatuated with me, made me want him all the more. I leaned back further in his lap, tilting my breasts up towards the ceiling, then began riding his cock harder and faster. Nick held me by the waist, refusing to let me go. I could feel him thrusting up to meet my downward plunge, causing our genitalia to meet in the middle. Nick leaned forward and bit down on my left nipple, causing an erotic surge to shoot through me. I threw my head back, flinging my long blonde hair wildly. Nick released my titty as I cupped the back of the couch with both hand on either side of his head. Staring deeply into his eyes, I began bouncing on his cock, crashing my cunt down in his lap with every upward thrust he made. "You're so fucking SEXY!" he exclaimed, pulling my head to his as he forced his tongue back into my mouth. I breathed heavily through my nose as he continued to fuck myself. I could feel my climax beginning to approach. Nick rubbing his hands up and down my smooth back warmly, cupping my bouncing ass cheeks periodically to make me fuck faster. I could feel Peter's semen starting to leak from my well fucked asshole, drooling out against Nick's bouncing balls. The sensation from my leaky butt-cunt, as well as Nick's straining cock which pulsed and swelled with every stroke, send me over the edge. "OH I'm coming...! I'm coming...!" I cried, feeling that warm explosion inside me as my cunt went wet from the inside. "Oh god..." groaned Nick, "...I can feel your cum on my cock...! It's so warm...!" I thrashed back and forth, coming hard from orgasm as my vaginal and anal muscles began to spasm. "I can see her CUM leaking out of her cunt, all down your cock, Nick...!" informed Peter, seated across from us so he could watch me ride his brother's cock. "I can FEEL it...!" said Nick. "I'm gonna CUM too...!" he yelled, reaching up my back to grab a fistful of my hair, yanking it back until he had me planted completely on his erupting cock. "AAARRRRRRRRHHHHHH...!!" he growled, filling my cup with his own cum, mixing his with my own. I collapsed against him, too weak and tired to move. We stayed like that for several long minutes, letting our bodies (our heart rates, pulses, and breathing) return to normal. Nick got up and went into Peter's bathroom to freshen up. His wife was used to dropping by the job unexpected, so he needed to smell like he normally did when he left the house in the morning, so he left a similar soap, deodorant, and cologne over his brother's in case of emergency. While Nick was in the bathroom, Peter walked over to the sofa and flipped me on my back, shoving his cock back into my pussy for one last fuck. I didn't fight or refuse, knowing it wouldn't have helped anyway. When a man wanted pussy, there wasn't much in the world (short of a bullet) that would stop him from getting it. Peter was still pounding me hard and heavy when Nick returned from the bathroom. "Can't get enough of each other, eh...?" he laughed. "It would be neat if you two MARRIED each other..." he went on, causing me and Pete to look over at him curiously. "...that way I could come over and fuck all the time, without Donna getting suspicious!" "Funny..." said Peter, without losing a stroke. "Ha-Ha!" I laughed, sarcastically. Nicolas dressed while watching us fuck. I lay on my back, my knees behind and spread about Peter's pumping hips as he fucked me full of cock, his face buried in my neck. The thrusting was deep and repetitive, driving straight through me with relentless force, the added semen from Nick's and my orgasms acting as lubricant, helping his big thick cock to move through me easier. "See yous later..." said Nick, disappearing out the door, on his way HOME from work. Peter continued fucking me for another 20 minutes, pounding my pussy nonstop until I came again, flooding my own cunt with my seminal fluids. He came shortly after, adding his own sperm to the mixture. We lay kissing as his cock slowly deflated inside me. After a quick shower, I got dressed and exited Pete's bachelor apartment as discreetly as a stunningly gorgeous woman could. My asshole and pussy felt well fucked. I hoped I had enough time to rest up before dad got home from work, giving my holes time to heal and return to normal. I noticed dad's car parked in the driveway as soon as I pulled up (damn). I'd have to fake cramps to keep him from eating my pussy or trying to fuck me tonight. I couldn't risk him finding my private areas all stretched out of shape. Men hated women's period. I'd simply say I was on my period! Walking into the house, I made sure to carry a couple of packages to make it look like I'd been shopping all day. As soon as I walked in I noticed a change in the air. Dad was sitting on the sofa, drinking (much like he had that night he kicked me out of the house). "ah..., THERE she is...!" he said, drunkenly. "The WOMAN of the hour!" "Lester...?" I said, closing the door with the heel of my shoe. "Have you been drinking...?" "Yeah!" he answered quickly. "There's been A LOT of speculations going on around town about you..." he continued, getting up (barely) from the couch. "...but I ignored ALL of them! I ignored it when people said she was too YOUNG for you...! When they said she was too PRETTY for you...! I ignored them when they said you were too sexy..., too mysterious, to secretive...! I defended you, saying that everyone needs a chance to start anew, to pick up in a new city where no one knows them and become the person they always wanted to be..., to find LOVE happily ever after...! But I guess that was all too good to be true!" "What're you TALKING about, Lester...?!" I asked, having not a clue. Dad ripped some crumpled papers from his back pocket... "Susie and Sheriff Daily ran a background check on you in the computer...!" informed dad, causing my heart to freeze in my chest. "I...I can explain, daddy..." I said, believing the jig was up... (You GUESSED it...)...to be continued...:) ___________________________________ Do you have an opinion...? If so, or if you'd like to read More of this story, write me at NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com with your questions, comments, and suggestions. The more emails I get, the quicker the stories to follow...! P.S. 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