Date: Fri, 27 May 2016 05:09:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com
Subject: Father Lover Husband and Daddy    (tg)

'Father, Lover, Husband, Daddy by Pepperpuppy

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"I've had enough of you sneaking into our bedroom and putting on your
mother's things to mince about the house in, while where both at work
earning enough money for you to have a good education boy. If your mother
or I ever catch you wearing her things again, you'll be thrown out on the
streets to beg for a living or worse. You'll also never contact us or hear
from us again" my father told me in no uncertain terms.

I'd had enough of both of their sanctimonious and hypocritical behaviours,
since I was fourteen and had first discovered about my parent's separate
affairs in the space of a fortnight, having been jigging school at the time
and coming home, to read all the Harry Potter series books borrowed from
the library, in the privacy of my own room since I'd been hooked after
reading the first book.

It's amazing how dumb two mature adults could be just to satisfy their
bodily lust needs, never thinking that a house mightn't be empty when they
assumed everybody else was at work or school which where they were supposed
to usually be.

Mum's indiscretions and the several different men shocked me to the core,
although dad having a mistress didn't unduly surprise me, since mum had
caught him cheating on her once before. This one though wasn't just some
type of slag with big tits. No Erica was actually very pretty and had the
manners and behaviour of a courtier, showing her middle class upbringing in
a number of ways.

The only mistake she ever made in her visits was to leave her underwear
once on the floor in the corner of my parent's bedroom, which I quickly
spied shortly after they had left. It was kind of funny listening to my
father bumping and thumping around in their bedroom several hours later,
obviously looking for the elusive underwear which was then on my person,
and no longer where he was frantically searching.

Yes, as I have already told you, Erica had the style of a courtier and her
taste in sexy satin underwear only confirmed it. My testicles were
luxuriating in the caress of the soft slinky fabric, and I humorously
thought that my whole groin now smelt like Erica entirely too, and that dad
would have probably liked to have had sex with me, which was a never
previously thought of fantasy now racing around in my head.

From that day onwards, I quickly graduated to wearing my mother's underwear
and clothes full time, always preferring to wear only her lingerie. By the
time I was eighteen and in my final year at high school, it was obligatory
for me to be wearing a pair of women's panties to school every day.

It wasn't a secret among my more valued school mates either, and I'd often
give them the privileged use of my mouth in exchange for homework being
done or even for extra lunch money, or sometimes their own mum's panties. I
now had quite a large selection of satin panties and slips, that belonged
to other mothers who'd worn them, such was the erotic tastes of some of my
friends.

It was in one those pairs of lingerie that dad discovered me that morning
when he opened my bedroom door to speak to me, and saw his son in a pair of
coral coloured French knickers and a matching camisole top, just starting
to put on my school trousers and not my mother's underwear he'd accused me
of wearing.  Although he certainly wasn't wrong with the assumption, but
just as to who was the original owner of the lingerie I was wearing at the
time.

I was also quick to see my father's trousers quickly tenting as he
threatened me with eviction and I heard mum asking him in the background,
"whatever happened to that mole Erica" with a bemused tone of voice, only
to have dad say get stuffed or something like that, which only made mum
laugh out loudly, knowing that she'd found another chink in my dad's rusty
armour.

I already knew that Erica had left him, having heard dad's anguished
whispered phone conversations to her several times recently, and although I
felt a bit sorry for him, couldn't have given a damn for either of my
parent's extra-curricular affairs.

However to ensure I had a roof to sleep under every night, I did my best
from that day onwards to become more discrete in my underwear wearing, but
two months later, having come home early from work, dad saw me naked and
bent over being vigorously fucked by a school mate's cock, which my friend
Ian's indiscreet moans had tipped dad off to open the bathroom door.

Talk about bad coitus interruptus, I was in a hard fucked stupor when dad's
sudden appearance saw my pleasure tool quickly vacating my needy hole, as
my school boy lover frantically tried to put his trousers back on and run
for the nearest exit at the same time, followed in his wake by my dad and
his loud threats to Ian.

When dad came back into the bathroom he saw me blithely putting my panties
back on and looking at him as if he were merely a bothersome nuisance that
had interrupted my pleasure, which was exactly what he HAD done. Dad
silently locked the bathroom door behind him then slowly walked towards me
undoing his trousers. His eyes seemed somewhat dazed over, but his smile
didn't offer me any source of comfort and his words "get those off and bend
over for daddy honey" possibly boded ill for me.

He walked over and grabbed me by the back of the neck to make me further
bend over while I was trying to take the panties off. This left me with
little recourse but to get up onto the toilet seat and kneel precariously
balanced on it, while at the same time trying to slide the kickers off
me. Dad's hands then gripped my waist firmly and with not so much as by
your leave, I felt the tip of his prick press on my freshly used rosebud
and then with a loud grunt, felt him quickly and roughly entering me and
not stopping until his hips thumped into my arse cheeks, holding himself
there as he snorted air into this lungs.

Although I still had the KY gel inside of me from my too recent interrupted
sex, Dad's penis's length and girth were not only more than impressive, but
his quick and forceful entry had left me with little alternative, but to
cry out at the burning pain inside me he had caused. For the next ten
minutes I got to enjoy being fucked hard and mercilessly, so much so that I
was pushing back against his thrusting and telling my own father to pound
me hard and fill me with his daddy sperm.

Dad had obviously needed to take out his sexual frustrations on someone
other than my mother, who had long ago rudely and loudly told him that he
could go fuck a hole in the fence for all she cared, but that she wasn't
going to fuck him anymore. That lucky someone, who just happened to be
available for him now was little old me!

Dad wouldn't have known it when he first entered me, but I preferred hard
thrusting anal sex, especially if I was the girl and a few quick minutes
into our sex, the sounds of my dad's flesh hitting mine quick and often
making "fwap, fwap, fwap" noises, was like music to my ears as I settled
back to enjoy my father's pounding.

I relaxed my body more the longer he went on, eventually trying to push my
anal opening out further like I was taking a dump, which allowed him to get
slightly deeper inside of me, and quickly bought on a loud groaning and a
quicken of his thrusting. I actually felt him cum inside of me, which
showed how much pent up lust he must have been withholding inside himself
as he slowed down and his cock softened.

Dad was trying to catch his breath, as I felt his impressive dick wilt and
regrettably slide out of me coated in his sperm and KY gel. He must have
suddenly realised what he'd just done, as he emotionally told me how sorry
he was for fucking me and that he'd never do it again.

I just realised that not only was my own indiscretion excused, but that I'd
never have to worry about being kicked out of home again. I also thought
that dad might be the perfect answer, to my constant need to be fucked and
inwardly smiled to myself.

"Dad, I know that mum's turned frozen on you and I knew about Erica
leaving, so if you feel the need to have sex, you only have to come knock
on my door and I'll look after you" I told him looking at him with a smile
to show I was genuine and wasn't upset. Dad smiled at my invitation but
said nothing while I sat down on the now open toilet and tried to clean
myself up.

I decide instead to take a shower to clean up and after I'd dried off in my
room, saw that the clock on my bedside table showed that mum wouldn't be
home for two hours yet. I'd heard dad in the ensuite shower while I was
drying off and decided to see what the possible new dynamics the house
might now allow.

I walked into my parent's room totally naked infront of my naked and
towelling off father. Went over to mum's lingerie drawers and opened them
to look inside for something to wear, even though I had a good supply
cleaned and put away, in my own room already.

Mum knew about my occasional raiding of her lingerie drawers, having
decided long ago not to get too upset, since I always put them in the dirty
linen basket the following day, usually not stretched out of shape and
never with semen stains on them. That had often required some hand washing
and discrete drying by me before putting them there though.

Today my parent target was watching me take out a pair of mum's knickers
and a camisole, then walking over to the mirror and holding them infront of
me. "Dad do you think these would suit me or perhaps you could choose an
outfit for me I'd look good in?" Dad seemed to be in two minds, one of
embarrassment at my blatant behaviour while the other, was the need to
appear helpful which seemed to be more the way his dick was thinking.

He went over to the drawers and quickly took out a two piece crotch-less
baby-doll pyjama set in dark blue satin, which was a particular favourite
of mine and mums, suggesting those while handing them to me. I happily took
them from him and managed to let my hand holding them, brush over his now
hard stiff dick again, before nonchalantly turning round and heading naked
back outside towards my room, determined to get a repeat butt fucking
performance out of dad before mum got home and left the baby doll set on my
bed.

I then walked into the bathroom and carefully shaved myself smooth around
my groin, as well as doing my arse as well and applied moisturiser to
ensure I wouldn't get razor burn. I then went back into my own room where I
carefully applied KY to myself before putting on the baby-doll top.

I then tied the two strings at the front of the crotchless briefs together
so that they would cover my new smoothness, but tied the two sets of
strings at the back into four bows so that dad wouldn't be hindered at the
back and could fuck me while I was wearing them, which I'd always thought
about doing with one of my friends, long before dad.

Then happily putting the briefs on and pulling them up over my butt, I made
sure my penis which I had to move around somewhat, was hidden at the front
although the bulge there was obvious I was hard.

I decided after looking in the mirror one final time that I was ready to
play the seductress of dad, and made my way out of my room into the lounge
room where the sound of the TV announced dad must be there watching the
tube. I walked up behind dad and saw that he had his big dick out and was
slowly masturbating himself.

"Dad, if I'd been born a girl instead of a guy, what would mum and you have
named me?" Dad still looking at the TV mindlessly said Marie and I sat down
next to him and said that I liked the name Marie. Dad turned to look at me
and I saw his eyes glaze over slightly, "very nice Marie, that outfit
really suits you" as he started to increase his hand movements.

I leaned over and placed my hand on his long thick dick and said "let me
daddy" and proceeded to take over. "Did mummy use to do this for you when
you were both on your honeymoon?" I asked, only to have dad groan and
hopefully say that sometimes she use to put her mouth over him too.

"Like this" and I bent over and allowed my mouth to open and engulf the
thick tip of his dick, before powerfully sucking it. Dad only groaned
louder and sank back into the lounge further and opening his legs wider,
told me she did it just like that.

I teased him for about ten minutes carefully bring him to the edge, but
never letting him cum. He was breathing very heavily and begging me to
finish him off and I knew then, that he was now no longer capable of having
rational thoughts until he had ejaculated.

I decided to stop sucking him and sat back down beside him smiling and
saying "did mum always swallow when you came in her mouth daddy, because I
don't know if I could do that, it seems kind of yucky." My father simply
groaned and started to try and wank himself off while I proceed to turn
around and kneel on the couch facing the other way.

"Daddy, earlier on when you came in me, I was really close to coming but
you left me hanging, just like I've done to you now daddy. I promise that
I'll give you a full head job next time and swallow you every time from now
on, but right now your Marie needs a good hard fucking and you need to
cum."

Without a seconds hesitation dad was standing up and taking off his pants,
while all the while I was seductively waving my butt from side to side and
saying "I'm ready daddy, fuck your Marie hard, pleeeeaaasse daddy?"

As soon as his had his pants and undies off, he was quickly grabbing my
waist and finding my hole thrusting hard and fast up into me, allowing me
to only groan in pleasure and pain. This was just like before and I
automatically reached for my dick to wank off to ejaculate.

As I got closer I was now bending over with my head lying on the seat of
the lounge moaning to dad I was close. He stopped long enough to throw me
out of my rhythm. Then handing me his undies, he said to come in to them
and not stain the lounge, before restarting his furious assault on my bum.

When I finally came it was with a loud scream. Dad's hard dick was still
thrusting hard and my anal muscles involuntarily would spasm on his dick,
which made him start to cum inside me at the same time as well. When we had
both finished and were no longer breathing hard, I was holding Dad's
underpants which were soaked with my sperm in my right hand, while I had to
clench my anus tightly to stop dads cum leaking onto the lounge from my
well fucked arse.

I got up and carefully walked back to my parent's ensuite where I liberated
one of mum's panty napkins before going onto my own room still clenching
myself tightly. Then placing the napkin into a pair of panties I put them
on, before finally relaxing. I got dressed in my normal clothes and passed
dad in the ensuite shower, washing himself again.

Later on dad came back into the lounge room and joined me with a smile but
sitting on one of the separate arm chairs, saying he was too tired to sit
next to me. From that day onwards, dads and my relationship changed. He'd
often come into my room when mum was out and we'd have sex or sometimes I'd
just give him a blow job.

Mum walked out a year later with one of her boyfriends and that inspired
dad to go out on the dating game again. Every time seemed to end in failure
and every time he'd come home to me for solace and sometimes sex. Our anal
sex now required condoms because I was much more sexually active as a
university student and with a large pond to fish in.

I came home early one night from a date and heard dad and a woman banging
each other senseless in his bedroom. I was even more surprised to see her
at the kitchen table the following morning for breakfast. She wasn't
pretty, infact she was downright ugly, had a lousy sense of humour and was
definitely not dad's type.

The next Friday night I came home to a full blown battle raging in the
house. Apparently his squeeze had given him the clap and he was now on a
three month course of penicillin injections, as well as possibly a
fortnight's worth of painful toilet trips.

After he'd told her to piss off and that he'd never see her again, dad
looked at me pathetically and asked me if I had any ideas as to how to
help. I said "if you treat me for real as Marie I'll look after your
physical needs, but not until you get a written medical clearance".

Dad nodded his head and for the next three months changed quite
dramatically. On my side, I went and got a health check and proudly showed
him the letter saying I had no STD's in me. I also went on an enforced sex
abstinence telling dad about it and putting a calendar up on the kitchen
wall and circling the day that dad would be medically cleared. Marking in
red each day off up to that day, dad crossed each day off in blue.

Dad also bought me sexy lingerie to wear, encouraging me to wear them for
him, which I often did at breakfast or tea times. He liked to come up
behind me and slide his rock hard dick along the slippery fabric of the
panty's gusset I`d be wearing, while I'd be rocking back against him
reminding him with a smile, telling him how many days he had to wait.

My abstinence from sex had driven me nuts and I was as antsy as he was. But
in a sadomasochist kind of way, I knew that our joint enforced sex
abstinence would make our first coupling since his female clap trap had
left a fantastic experience for the both of us.

In the final week of our hiatus I wore outfits around the house that would
have driven a priest wanton with desire and dad's rubbing up against me got
more frantic each day. On the Saturday morning he had to go to the clinic
for his final blood test and check-up, I wore an especially provocative red
satin with black lace torselette with matching briefs to the kitchen to
make breakfast.

I'd also purchased a pair of "C" cup sized gel breast inserts, which this
morning I had carefully glued into place on my chest. I was actually
surprised at how heavy they felt glued on me and how when I bent over naked
to put on my panties, I actually lost my usual impeccable sense of balance
slightly not being use to the unusual weight there.

Down in the kitchen, I waited for him with a smirk on my face and made sure
with the sound of his bedroom door closing, that I moved to stand leaning
slightly towards the toaster, but had my legs closed tightly together,
appearing to him as if I was watching the toaster waiting for the toast to
pop.

When he saw me on entering the kitchen, he raced over to me and before I
had a chance to turn around his body was pressed hard against the back of
me and he was whimpering in sexual frustration. His rock hard penis was
pushed hard against my arse cheeks and because of his initial rush up to
me, had left me slightly off balance and I'd had to move slightly so as not
to fall over.

This had caused me to me move my legs slightly and although I tried to
recover quickly and close them, I found that his dick had been even quicker
and I felt my panty gusset being pushed slightly inside of me along with
part of daddy's dick. I felt him trying to thrust deeper into me, but the
panty fabric was denying him.

His hand also quickly found my other little surprise and they were quickly
out of the mini bra of the torselette as dad said he'd make good use them
later on, before trying to frantically thrust his dick further inside of
me. I found enough strength to be able to move just enough to have the tip
of his dick come out of me and I told that he'd have to wait until he could
show me his clearance letter.

I'd been just as deprived of sex as he had. But I'd also decided to start
taking female estrogen tablets after an initial injection. Although I still
didn't have even tiny breasts yet, I definitely had puffy enlarged nipples
which were extremely sensitive when I'd gently touch and brush my fingers
lightly over them.

My emotions and bodily needs were a total mess, and my sex drive often saw
my cock ejaculating into my underwear without being able to prevent
it. Those times in particular, left me weak and drained more than I had
possibly ever been before. I also got incredibly horny at the most
ridiculous of times of the day and night, occasionally waking up with a
damp and messy secretion in my underwear or nightie if I wasn't wearing
underwear.

My friends at university were also clearly aware not only of my abstinence
but also my new and erratic behaviour sexually which in a number of cases
had me almost having to defend my virtue against some of them.

Once dad left to go to the clinic, I was free to masturbate frantically
before putting on the satin sheets I'd brought for just this day. I was
determined to treat our first sex in three months, like it was my honeymoon
night, because my bodily needs were way over the top in sexual frustration.

I even took another two estrogen tablets on top of the double doses I'd
been taking against my doctor's advice for the last two months.

Around one o'clock my phone rang and it was dad telling me that he'd been
passed clear of any infections in his body, and that I was to be ready for
when he got home, to be fucked raw and legless, which he said with a laugh
as well as a promise.

This allowed me plenty of time to get ready for him and I douched heavily
to make sure that nothing was going to impede his hard thick dick in any
way from getting as far as possible in me. When I put the torselette back
on I made sure my enlarged nipples as well as the breast form nipples had a
coating of bright red lip stick on them so they'd both stand out.

I glued the breast inserts back onto to me, thinking about wearing
crotchless panties but discarded them to ensure dad didn't get his dick
tangled up entering me.

When dad got home, he called out "I'm taking off my clothes now and you'd
better be ready to be fucked till you scream for mercy Marie. Because then
honey, I'm going to tie you up and fuck you even harder. I carefully got
into position kneeling on the edge of his bed, my anus glistening with
lubricant, hoping that would show him my answer best of all.

When dad came into his bedroom I was almost too disappointed for words when
he didn't fuck me straight away. Instead he put the letter infront of my
face and pointed to the words "Negative" after various STD names, before
tying a soft silk scarf over my eyes and asking me to open my mouth, where
upon he slipped a ball gag inside of it before tying it behind my head.

His slow and carefully thought out actions had my expectant body actually
trembling when I felt his hands grip my waist firmly. I was actually trying
to make my body move closer to him while his grip got firmer and he used
his arm strength to prevent me from getting closer. My blindfold made my
body senses even more acute of the need to be filled by his dick and dad
was probably smiling at my body's responses to him standing behind me yet
not ready to enter me.

"Marie honey, daddy knows you've been good to him these last few months by
not going out and getting fucked by anyone, but at the same time you've
walked around the house in sexy clothes, flaunting yourself to me, knowing
I couldn't touch you, because I promised not to."

"Later on sweetie, I promise you that daddy's going to look after your
needs too, but first you need to be taught a lesson about being such a
tease to your daddy" and with that, he forcefully and firmly entered me not
stopping until his hips thumped up against my bum cheeks.

The initial brutal entry knocked the breath out of me and my scream of pain
was muffled by the gag, neither of which dad would have cared about anyway
as he began frantically thrusting into me. If it were at all possible I'd
have said that his dick seemed even bigger than it usually was and that my
bum was almost as tight as when I was 14.

It didn't take long though for my sex starved body, the chemical mishmash
inside of me and daddy's words telling me how I felt to him to have the
entry pain a forgotten matter and my body automatically counter thrusting
against daddy's dick to have us both moaning in pleasure.

His first ejaculation was so powerful that I actually felt his sperm
hitting the internal walls of my anal canal. When he pulled out of me
breathing heavily, my mind was somewhere else to overwrought with his
pounding to care.

Dad then went outside and came back in holding something behind his back
saying happily to me that he had a special present for me to help me be a
good girl to him in the future. He then took off my mouth gag and allowed
me to finally take deep breaths through my mouth instead of trying to
breathe through my nose.

He complimented me on my sexy outfit and said that he'd buy me another
couple of them, but I have to promise to wear them all the time when he was
home. My breast inserts had been hanging down infront of me the entire time
he'd been fucking me, obscenely swaying forwards and backwards or side to
side with each thrust into or out of me.

I told him about my taking female hormones too, which actually pleased
him. When I took my breast forms off later on and allowed him to see my
swollen nipples, his lips were quickly attached to one of them and he
proceeded to gentle suckle on them alternately as he found me pleading to
not stop, which pleased both of us enormously.

He ordered me to look straight ahead while he went to his bedside table and
took out a large tube of KY gel and walked back behind me between my legs
and pushing the tube far enough inside of me squeezed the tube hard.  I
actually felt the gel squirting out in me before he slowly took the tube
out and proceeded to do something behind me, which I thought was obviously
to coat his dick for another fucking of my arse.

He then came round and sat down next to me showing me several blue tablets
and telling me he'd be using these to fuck me until I begged for mercy. He
proceeded to put one in his mouth and swallow it dry, telling me he'd be
ready for action in five minutes.

"Wow" I thought. "Daddy's been planning for this probably since we'd both
agreed to allow me to be his defacto wife just over two months ago". This
agreement had happily been agreed to by both of us, after he told me how
long he'd have to abstain from sex for. I'd agreed to it, because I liked
dad's dick in me and the thought of exclusive use was too good an offer to
refuse.

I then felt his left hand's fingers gently pry me open before he told me he
had another surprise for me. I felt something hard and buzzing against my
hole and then a hard thrust quickly opening me further than I'd ever been
previously. I screamed out loudly in pain and felt incredibly full inside
of me.

I was breathing fast and loud trying to counter the unexpected pain of the
hard intruder inside of me.

"Shhh Marie. Don't carry on so pet. Daddy needs to make you a bit bigger
back there so he can have you without needing to use too much lubricant
honey. The guy who sold it to me explained how to use it and the large one
too. And you're going to have to have the large one in you for five day
straight so that when I finally take it out, your little rosebud will be
stretched open, gaping by at least four inches for daddy to use, anytime he
needs to sweetheart.

Dad proceeded to place straps around me hips which also led between my legs
and up around behind me. He somehow secured the butt plug in the strap
harness so that I couldn't squeeze it out of me.

By ten o'clock that night, I had sucked dad off, been fucked by dad,
needing to have the butt plug removed and replaced each time, let him
suckle on my puffy nipples and even warm my bottom red, with a playful but
gentle sexy slow spanking, so that any inhibitions I may have fostered,
were now well and truly a thing of the past.

The last thing we did together before going to sleep was for dad to insert
the ginormous 15" circumference butt plug into me, which was incredibly
painful and took about fifteen minutes for me to get use to the huge
intruder now violating my anus.

Dad told me not to try and take it without help, and to ensure it explained
to me about the harness's ability to padlock, which he told me while I
heard a faint click as he finished speaking, before gently laughing and
wishing me pleasant dreams. I slept in dad's bed that night as I willingly
would from then on.

My anal opening throbbed from the thick intruder wedged inside of me, but
even then I eventually fell asleep with daddy snuggled up into my back his
arm over me protectively.

The next morning, Sunday, saw dad helping me to pass the thick intruder out
of me, before I was told to douche myself thoroughly and to make sure I did
so as many times as it took to have me passing clear water. Once dad was
sure I was thoroughly rinsed clean, I was made to be refilled with KY and
the intruder forcefully reinserted into me.

Dad had taken a photo of my hole as soon as he had taken out the brute and
it clearly showed I was now gaping. He took another photo again after I
douched and dried off, which had also shown my rosebud had almost shrunk
back to normal, although with a slight opening showing.

With the huge brute again forced up inside of me I had to walk around and
do my wife's house chore duties. Dad also made sure that I didn't sit down
slowly to try to make the pain any less than it already was. He instituted
hourly sitting lessons, where I made to sit down and stand up ten times in
a row quickly. If I was slow sitting down daddy's hands on my shoulders
would force my violator up into me as I sat quickly onto the chair.

Although I was wearing panties for modesty to cover the brute, the outline
in my gusset was obvious whenever I bent over enough and flashed my
panties. Daddy took a number of photos of me bending over and showed me,
saying I'd thank him for this one day in the END, before telling me to suck
him off.

The huge thick intruder also forced the way I walked to change somewhat. I
was actually walking now more with a splayed leg pigeon toed gait. I also
found it impossible to walk around with involuntarily farting loudly quite
often.

Daddy called it "music to his ears" and laughed every time I did it. I was
so embarrassed that I was unable to fart quietly and each loud trumpet was
also a long wet "motorboat" sounding fart.

I wasn't excused from attending lectures for the next four days either and
that was probably my most difficult thing to do and try not to be
noticed. Daddy had at least made sure that the batteries were taken out of
the thick brute each morning, but regardless of my saying how embarrassing
it would be if people found out about me having to wear such a ginormous
butt plug, refused to be swayed in the slightest.

By Tuesday morning I was finding that the huge brute stretching my arse was
being far more comfortably accommodated. By Thursday, a day more than was
recommended for my anal training, dad was pleased to advise me that my anus
had stayed open at four inches for the last two days and that I'd only have
to go until the weekend with it inside of me, until it would be removed for
good and then dad "would take it for a test drive!"

Thursday and Friday evenings saw me giving daddy oral sex instead of
fucking my arse. He also paid a lot more attention to my sensitive nipples
too. In exchange he even blew me too, which was almost entirely unheard of.

On Saturday morning, my thick friend as I had come to think of him, was
taken out of me for the last time and dad proudly informed me I now had a
four and half inch pussy for his personal use. After I had douched
thoroughly dad took my arse there and then in the bathroom, not bothering
to use KY.

Instead this time he used just a bit of spit on his dick before pushing it
up inside of me eagerly. I have to admit that it did hurt a little bit, but
nowhere near as bad as I'd feared it would. After a couple of minutes of
thrusting and for his own internal lubricant to smear around inside of me,
I was enjoying dad's thick dick possibly more so because it wasn't so
slippery and messy.

Dad said I wasn't as tight anymore, but the lack of slipperiness from the
KY in my anus actually felt better on his penis. When he pulled out of me,
a large dollop of his sperm splattered onto the bath floor tiles, which
made him laugh and tell me I'd better have a tampon ready in the future.

I was by now, dad's personal wife both around the house and in the
bedroom. Dad actually liked my more submissive feminine persona and also
changed his own attitudes as well. The following week we talked to each
other about our current relationship and how I'd given up men my own age to
have safe sex with my dad.

That next weekend saw him taking me to a small shop in one of the lanes off
the main street, where I consented to being tattooed as his personal
property, while also being fitted with a restraining harness for my own
cock and balls. At my own personal request I was also fitted with a tongue
ball, which gave me a permanent lisp.

My tattoos were strategically placed so that they were hidden by my speedos
swim suit. The tattooist once he saw my anal gape was so impressed that he
did additional tattoos for dad on me gratis. I now had on my right butt
cheek "The property of Ron ... 3978-5671." and on the other butt cheek
"Anal Sex Wife Only".

In the inner area just before my actual anal opening, I now had enough room
to allow him to do on one side, a mouth with thick lips and a tongue coming
out of it, a lot like Rocky Horror Lips. On the other side he did "Wide
Loads Only", which particularly amused dad when he showed him.

With my new cock and ball harness which had a tiny lock with one key held
by dad, I was truly his, as he was mine.