BRIDGING THE GAP-16
I walked into the house, making sure to carried a couple of packages to make it look like I'd been shopping all day, and NOT out getting fucked by my old high school crush Nick and his brother Peter.
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). I tried discounting the eerie feeling I felt when I walked in, after all, I WASN'T the same skinny, lost, teenage BOY I was 10 years ago!
"ah..., THERE she is...!" said dad, drunkenly. "The WOMAN of the hour!"
"Lester...?" I responded, closing the door with the heel of my shoe. "Have you been drinking...?"
"Yeah!" answered dad 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, too 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, then threw them to the floor...
"Susie and Sheriff Daily ran a background check on you in the computer...!" he informed, causing my heart to freeze in my chest.
"I...I can explain, daddy..." I said, believing the jig was up...
"DON'T call me DADDY..., unless you MEAN IT!" yelled pop, as I slowly reached down to retrieve the papers. "Well...?" he asked, staring at me angrily.
"WHAT do you want to know...?" I asked, wondering how much he knew?
"Those papers show NO history...! NO background whatsoever...! HOW could you have absolutely NO background history...? WHO ARE YOU...? Is your name even Alexandra Wilkerson...?!"
"I...I TOLD you I had a jaded past when we first met..." I said, telling a partial truth. "...YOU said you didn't care...!"
"I gave you the benefit of the doubt!" yelled dad, feeling betrayed. "I thought eventually she'd open up and tell me her secrets if they were significant enough...! I didn't expect there to be this whole cover-up of information...! What where you..., a State Witness or something...? Did the FBI or CIA erase your background and give you a false name...?!"
"No..." I said looking over the paperwork, knowing that flashing my tits and sucking his cock wouldn't fix the doubt in his voice this time. "...you might want to take a seat..." I suggested, knowing I had a story that would knock his socks off his feet. "...and make us BOTH a drink...!"
"It's THAT serious...?" asked Dad, suddenly looking frightened that I called his bluff.
Looking the court papers over carefully, I saw nothing in the files mentioned my REAL name (Alexander Wilcox)...,! Nowhere did I see anything that even said I was formally a MAN...!
I was shocked to say the least. There was NO fore mention of my arrests for prostitution, from even BEFORE my sex-change when I was still a pre-op! Dad tossed the liquor bottle on the floor, then rushed over and grabbed my arms with both hands... "Look..., whatever it is, I don't care...! I don't CARE about your past! Only your present and your future, here with ME!" he said, sincerely.
"Are...are you SURE, Lester...?" I asked ready to spill everything. "People like Susie and Sheriff Daly are ALWAYS going to talk...!"
Dad looked dead into my eyes...
"I don't CARE what they say..." he said, hugging me tightly as if I might try to escape. "...when you have a woman as SEXY as you, you have to expect people to get jealous and try to break you up! I LOVE you Alex..., and THAT'S all that matters! I won't let you go! No matter what your PAST may be!"
"Awe..., I love you too, Daddy...!" I said, hugging him back, wondering if he truly would still feel the same way if he knew I was really his son...?
Dad pulled back from the hug, then looked be directly in the eyes before pulling my face forward to kiss. I felt his briskly lips against mine before his alcohol tasting tongue slipped into my mouth, his hand behind my head, holding me in place.
I could feel dad's cock growing against my thigh through his pants as he pressed in against me. I knew what his intentions were when he led me backwards towards the sofa, then sat me down. I watched as Dad reached down and began to undo his pants, wanting his cock sucked. How many times had I dreamed of this moment as a boy, wanting my dad's cock in my mouth and throat, to show him how much I loved and appreciated him like no woman in heaven or earth could?
Dad pulled out his pale hard cock, then aimed it against my painted lips until I opened up and let him in.
"ahh..." he sighed, as if wanting to feel this way all day. To remind him what he was about to give up, I instantly deep throated his dick to the root, catching him off guard. "Oh god...!" he gasped, as I nestled my face in his crotch and chewed lovingly about the base of his shaft. Dad was still slightly drunk as he swayed gingerly from side to side. I held onto his hips (keeping him steady) as he drew my head back, dragging my lips back up his hard shaft. "Oh Alex..." moaned dad, closing his eyes as he reveled in the feeling of my warm mouth. "...I love you so much...!" `I love you too Daddy...!' I thought to myself, swirling my mouth around his cockhead like a whirlpool before bobbing my head back and forth.
I sucked dad's dick for less than 10 minutes as he reached down into my blouse to fondle my tits. I was slurping along his underbelly with my lips and tongue when he pulled my left tit free from my bra and began pulling and pinching the erect nipple. I could feel myself growing more aroused as I sucked his cock. Dad noticed my open legs and pushed me back off his wet dick, then fell to his knees, pushed my dress up around my waist and pulled my panties down off my ass and smashed his face between my legs.
Dad was always a good pussy eater, but while drunk, he was maddening.
I watched him waddle his head between my legs, washing his entire face in my scent and essence. Feeling his face (his forehead, his stubble cheeks and chin, his nose and wet drooling mouth) rubbing all over my pussy and clitoris, had me groaning like a woman in labor. Dad slobbered all over my cunt, pulling at the lips and jamming his fingers so far inside me that he had my body hungry for more cock.
Getting up on his knees, he pulled my hips to the edge of the sofa and slipped his erect cock into me. I lay back against the cushions, my tits hanging out of my blouse while my dad held my waist and fucked my open cunt back and forth. I held my legs open around his thrusting hips as he reached up and grasped my tits, pulling and twisting them firmly in his hands. I love when a man gets rough with my boobs, treating them like possessions instead of body parts. Dad liked watching my tits bounce when he fucked me. He loved the way the nipples stayed rock hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling for him to suck or pinch at will.
After a few minutes of fucking on his knees, Dad pulled out and took me upstairs by the hand, stripping me of my clothing before lying me down in bed. With my legs open to him, he pulled off his remaining clothes and climbed on top of me, then fell asleep.
I lay under him for 10 minutes, listening to him snore in my ear before he finally rolled off and cuddled up behind me like papa bear. I loved my dad with all my heart, but I couldn't get Nick out of my mind. If I had to come out to dad and tell him WHO I really was and he rejected me, I couldn't help but wonder what Nick would have done in his shoes? That was the last thought running through my mind when I finally fell asleep.
The next morning Dad awoke with a hangover. I went downstairs while he was in the shower and made him a thermos full of hot black coffee, then sent him on his way to Mel's diner for breakfast. I got a phone call later that morning from Nick, begging me to stop by his office for an afternoon quickie. I got all hot inside just thinking about his hard cock, and how badly he wanted to stuff it in me. I informed him that waitress Susie and Sheriff Daly was checking up on me, and that it might not be a good time to be seen fraternizing with me. Nick told me to let HIM worry about his own consequences, and to get my "sexy ass" over to his office before he had to show up at my front door.
I was still trying to convince Nick to chill out (honestly wanting to TRY to be the devoted housewife I took away from dad 25 years ago when my mother died in childbirth having me), when I heard someone shoving something through the mailbox. I got up from the kitchen table and walked through the dining and living rooms towards the front door, where I found an envelope addressed to me. I opened it and gasped when I saw the message written in big BOLD letters...: `I KNOW WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE! AND IF YOU DON'T WANT LESTER AND EVERYONE ELSE IN MADISON TO FIND OUT, YOU'D BETTER MEET ME AT THE MADISON COUNTY CEMETERY AT NOON!'
Someone knew my secret! I was flabbergasted. I'd worked so HARD to keep my identity from everyone, --I couldn't believe someone had found me out. What did they want from me, I wondered?
I told Nick that I had to go, that I had an emergency phone call and that I'd call him back later with my answer. Nick tried to protest, but I hung up on him, more interested in WHO my blackmailer was? Could it be Susie, or Sheriff Daly? THEY were the only two people who (I know) ran a background check on me, maybe one (or both) of them found something and kept it from daddy to blackmail ME specifically with? Either way I HAD to go to find out WHO it was and WHAT they wanted!
I ran upstairs and began getting ready. It was only 9am, but I wanted to doll myself up extra special in case I had to use my feminine wiles to seduce my mystery host. After showering, exfoliating, painting, poking and prodding myself, I donned on one of my tightest seductive dresses and hit the streets, driving north down Welsh Road towards Madison County Cemetery.
I drove into the cemetery slowly, looking for any signs of my blackmailer, taking the winding road through what some say is the HEART of the township. My mother and both sets of grandparents were buried there, graves I hadn't visited in over two decades.
Along the hills I found a lone car, the only tell tale sign that someone other than myself was in the cemetery at this hour of the day. I pulled in behind the un-descriptive car and got out, spotting a man standing with his back to me at the top of the hill. I made my way up towards him, the heels of my shoes sinking in the grassy ground as I called out to him...
"Hello...? Sir...?" I said, in my most polite feminine voice. "Sir...? Do I know you...?" I asked. "Did you send me a message this morning...?"
"You'd bet your sweet ass I did!" said the voice of Sheriff Daly, before turning around dressed completely in a full leather outfit (including biker chaps, vest and vintage hat). He'd been leaning back against someone's tombstone, playing with his totally limp long cock, pulling at it with a backwards fist.
I want to say I was totally disgusted (watching this OLD man jack off) but I wasn't. The whore in me was intrigued to know what was going on in his dirty mind?
"Susanna asked me to do a background check on YOU after she heard about your engagement to Lester Wilcox..." explained the Sheriff, "...but I neglected to show her ALL the information I dug up..." he added with a sadistic grin. "...when I found you had been arrested in Los Angeles for prostitution under the name Alexander Wilcox..., --Lester's SON!"
So THERE it was, my secret exposed. And while I was frightened and unsure exactly what would happen once this information was finally released, I also couldn't help but feel slightly relieved that I wouldn't have to bear the burden of this secret much longer.
"I was totally disgusted to learn the bombshell beauty living in Lester's house was his SON after a sex change..." continued Sheriff Daly, adding in his two cents. "...but then I figured `if Lester couldn't look into your eyes and SEE his son in your eyes, that HE was the biggest fool to ever live out of Madison County!'" he laughed.
"No one knew..." I defended, not liking him referring to my father as a `fool'. Sure I duped him, but after a total face/body change (including lips, cheeks, chin, nose, Adam's Apple, breasts implants, hips, thighs, butt lift, vaginal reconstruction, hormone shots, estrogen injections, and 20 pounds of Maybelline) nobody recognized me as poor ole Alex Wilcox from Madison County. "...not even YOU...!"
"You never fooled me..." declared the Sheriff (still tugging his limp noodle), "...I knew along something wasn't quite KOSHER about the way you just waltzed into town like you knew everyone! You took to Lester too quickly to be just an strange outsider with no contacts to him...! I knew there was something FISHY about you! I knew it HAD to have something to do with that GAY BOY of his...!"
Bullshit! "When I took you into the station, that was my chance to test you out, to see if you were on the up and up or not..., --and you weren't!" he surmised. "NO self respecting woman would allow me to piss on her after she sucked my cock behind bars! I knew THEN that you weren't WHO you pretended to be!"
"What're you going to tell my dad...?" I asked curiously, knowing he had me dead to rights.
The Sheriff snickered, chewing on his smelly cigar as his cock suddenly began to grown in his pumping hand. "THAT depends on how cooperative you are, lil' lady...!"
"I'll do ANYTHING...!" I said, not ready to give up my cover (yet).
"I just BET you would...!" laughed the Sheriff. "I've seen the way the MEN look at you when you walk by..." he added, revealing that he'd been keeping tabs on me. "...and I KNOW you've been screwing Nicolas and Peter Cartwright behind ole Lester's back...! You really ARE a whore, arent'cha boy...?!"
"Yes." I admitted without hesitation.
"Get on your KNEES, whore!" he demanded, tugging his dick.
I lifted my tight dress up over my knees, then slowly knelt down in the dirt (obediently). "Yeah bitch..., that's just where you SHOULD be..." hissed Sheriff Daly, staring down at me through his darkened sunglasses. "...on your knees before a REAL man!" I fully expected the Sheriff to force his cock into my mouth and make me suck him off, but to my utter surprise he aimed his dick down at my face, causing me to instinctively stretch my mouth open (like a hungry baby bird...), then pissed in my face.
"OH...!" I gasped in shock as his warm piss flowed directly into my open mouth before splattering all over my made-up face, cleavage, and clothes. When I recoiled backwards, Sheriff Daly grabbed a fistful of my long curly blonde hair, then forcibly held me in place. I grabbed his wrist, trying to wrench his hand from my drenched head as he stood directly over me and continued urinating all over me.
I could barely see or breathe, as his warm piss cascaded across my eyes and breathing passages. Every time I gasped for breath, he'd fill my mouth with piss, causing some to pour straight down my throat before backing out and overflowing down over my chest, soaking into my dress.
Had I known I was going to be used as a urinal, I'd have worn a bikini.
After Daly finished hosing me with his cock, he stuffed it in my mouth, forcing me to suck it.
"Yeah bitch..., eat that MAN'S cock! Take it in your faggot mouth and choke on it!"
I felt Daly's cock fill my mouth as he stuffed his entire half hard (rubbery) cock into my mouth, then pressed my wet face into his groin, forcing his cock down my throat. Now using both hands, Daly pulled my face into his pubes until I felt his cock starting to grow and thicken down my throat. I could feel my body jerking as I tried to vomit his cock back up, trying to wrench my head from his tight grasp.
"Where do you think you're going...?" he asked, wrapping his hands about in my long hair, holding my hair like a leash as he began pumping his hips at my face, fucking my painted mouth. I could feel his long cock sliding back and forth in my throat, sliding in and out as his hairy pelvic bone slapped into my upturned face. "You're not going nowhere any time soon..." he said, whistling. I wasn't sure what he was whistling for, until I heard the sound of a dog running up behind me.
Sheriff Daly threw me back off his cock, pushing me back on my ass. A giant Germen Sheppard (the Station's police dog) ran up to Daly, looking over at me suspiciously. I was scared shitless to say the least. I backed up against someone's tombstone as the dog moved in and began sniffing me all over, his cold wet nose tickling between my bouncing cleavage. Daly walked over and grabbed me by the hair again, wrestling me around on my hands and knees. Pushing my head down into the dirt, he reached back and clutched a handful of ass, then lifted my dress up around my waist. I was only wearing a pair of thongs underneath, Daly easily pulled the ling sting aside, exposing my asshole and vagina to the world. Then he slapped my ass a few times, getting the police dog's attention. I still had my face buried in the grass and dirt, when I suddenly felt the dog's nose press up between my legs, following soon after by his lapping tongue.
"Oh god..." I gasped, feeling his giant wet tongue lick over my vaginal lips and puckered asshole. Sheriff Daly used his big hands to pull apart my healthy ass cheeks, giving the police K9 cart-blanche into my private parts as he lapped at my tingling body parts as if they were dipped in his favorite favors.
"You LIKE that, don't you bitch...?" asked Daly, practically sitting on my head while the dog ate me out. I lay helpless under them, as they both took complete advantage of me. "I can tell..." continued Daly, watching my asshole and cunt quiver under the dog's vicious lickings. "...you're getting so wet...! It's driving Rocky mad with lust!" and with that, Daly shoved two of his long fingers roughly in my cunt, testing my wetness.
Of all the crazy things that happened to me sexually over the years (sucking guys off after school in junior high, running away and becoming a male prostitute in L.A., getting fucked by pimps, getting a sex change and becoming a sex slave to a man and his two teenage sons, fucking my own father...), getting my cunt ate by a German Sheppard in the middle of an empty cemetery HAD to be the most humiliating/exciting moments of my life. I couldn't believe how great this dog's tongue felt swiping over my privates. One lick covered my cunt and asshole in one swipe, his dripping tongue leaving doggy spittle drooling down my inner thighs.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any more humiliating, Daly signals the dog to mount me!
"Oh god...!" I groaned, as the dog's front paws wrapped around my waist. I could feel his furry hind legs against the backs of my creamy thighs as his doggy cock poked between my legs, searching for my cunt. "No, please..., don't...!" I screamed in protest, wanting to spear myself the humiliation.
"Shut up cunt!" ordered Daly, grabbing the dog's erection before helping him aim it against my cunt. The dog humped Daly's hand as he aligned our privates, then let go as the humping dog roughly speared me on the end of his big cock.
"AAAHHHHHHH...!!" I screamed, feeling ripped open as he bored straight through me and started fucking.
Daly laughed as he stepped back to watch the show. I lifted my head from the ground to find Sheriff Daly standing over me, jacking his half erect cock. The dog had his paws wrapped tightly about me (keeping me prisoner) as he humped away at me from behind.
"Look at that dog go..." laughed Daly, obviously enjoying my torture. "...bet that cunt ain't never felt a cock as big as Rocky's in it, has it...?" he asked.
I have had some large cocks over the years. In fact, I'd been fucked regularly by a black pimp named Midnight, and his friends in L.A., who taught me all the thrills a white woman's vagina could feel while stuffed full of black cock! And ALL of them had impressive penises! However, even the roughest fastest fucker amongst them, couldn't match Rocky's fucking fury after he locked his paws and started hammering away like a windup toy gone wild.
I tried escaping Rocky's fury by crawling away, trying to dislodge him as he pulled away. But Rocky (hip to my ploy) simply followed me, holding onto my waist as he continued to fuck away at my cunt as if I were his new bitch.
Rocky's cock broke through my vagina and ripped in and out of me, fucking straight through like a man's cock, only slicker, harder, and faster. In all my years of getting fucked doggy style, this was the first time I was literally fucked in that position by an actual DOG. Rocky fucked like a jackrabbit, pounding my aching cunt without letup, acting solely on animal impulse. His brain told him it was time to breed, and that's all he did, pounding away at the cunt before him until it was time to breed it.
Daly stood over us, encouraging the dog to fuck me harder, pulling at his long hard pud until it was standing completely stiff. I couldn't help staring up at it, wondering if he was going to USE it on me, or jack off all over me? Either way I wanted to watch it pop, spewing its seed all over the place.
That's when I felt Rocky's KNOT shoving against my cunt lips. My eyes widened fearfully when I felt the tennis ball sized knot slamming against my cunt with every frantic thrust, banging into me harder and harder, as if trying to bury IT in me as well.
I tried to avoid the docking of his knot for as long as possible, twisting my hips left and right, re-angling my cunt so his cock couldn't spear me straight on. But despite my interference, eventually (inevitably) Rocky's knot make contact, spearing me head-on after one of his mighty thrust buried his knot and cock over 9 inches inside me.
"AARRRRRHHHH...!!" I screamed, feeling my vaginal muscles tighten around the ball, locking it inside me securely. With Rocky's cock now locked inside, Rocky could do little more than just hump. Unable to stroke in and out like he had been (thrusting his big cock in and out of me), all he could do now was hump against my ass, his cock already buried inside me.
Grinding his mound against my ass, I could feel his big cock swell and strain inside my stomach, before it suddenly started to hose me with a continuous gush of doggy semen.
The flood poured out of Rocky's pulsating cock and filled my body in seconds. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as the cum rushed through his penis and pumped straight into me like a water pump. The sperm was so plentiful, that it began gushing out around my cunt lips like a backed up drain, spurting out like a covered faucet. I could feel the cum gushing over my cunt, dripping down my legs as if I'd just peed myself. I felt disgusted and excited all at once. Like my cunt had just had one of the best fuckings of its life, but it was by a DOG! I was still hot, having not cum yet (but very close to it).
Rocky got bored after his orgasm and jumped down off my back, turning away from me while still locked ass to ass. I could feel the KNOT pulling inside me, making my cunt pull outward as Rocky tried to dislodge and walk away. "Oh god..." I cried, "...he's trying to pull it out...!" I worried, think he could rupture me somehow.
"Don't worry..." assured Daly, climbing over top of me as he aimed his erection down at my asshole and inserted.
"OHHH...!" I gasped at the unexpected entry.
Daly buried his cock in my asshole and started fucking, holding onto my waist just as Rocky had done moments ago. I was fucked up the ass while my cunt was still full of doggy cock.
Daly reached down under me and pulled my piss wet dress down, exposing my tits which his roughly grabbed with both hands while he fucked. I was being mauled by both animal AND man, getting bitch fucked as if I were less than human. The constant thrusting and stuffing sent me over the edge, causing me to cum hard as my cunt locked down around Rocky's cock/knot, and my asshole spasm around Daly's dick.
"UHH...UHH...OHH...OH I'M COMING...! I'M COMING...! OHH...OHHH...GOD!" I screamed, feeling my body seize from orgasm.
"Yeah bitch! Cum for me! Cum on my cock! Let me feel that ass pussy spasm! Ah yeah...!" groaned Daly, shooting his own load straight up my ass, filling my anal canal with his cum.
I could feel his cock jerking inside me, even as Rocky was still trying to pull his knot out of me. The two sensations were overwhelming, causing me to collapse face down in the dirt, my ass hiked high for breeding.
After several minutes of planting his load, Sheriff Daly pulled his long soft rubbery cock from my asshole, before tucking it back in his trousers and lighting another cigar. He leaned back against a tombstone, waiting for Rocky's knot to shrink so he could dislodge.
"From now on you will service me and Rocky whenever, and wherever we demand!" he said, watching me from above. "Your, mouth, ass and cunt are OURS to use whenever we want..." he continued, as my face and chest lay flat against the ground. "...or I'll tell Lester Wilcox exactly WHO you are and what you've been doing here! Do we have an understanding...?" he asked.
I felt Rocky pull one last time before he finally freed his swollen knot, causing more doggy cum to gush from my freshly fucked cunt, pouring out of me like running water. I could feel his cum running down my legs like a waterfall, even as my asshole throbbed from Daly's fucking.
"Yes..." I whispered, lifting my head to answer.
"Good..." said Daly, whistling for Rocky to follow him as they walked back to Daly's private car, leaving me thriving wildly on the ground like a bitch whore in heat. "...Rocky and I look forward to many MORE sessions like this one, with you!" he said, before getting into his SUV and driving off.
It took a few moments to gather myself as I pulled myself up from the cemetery floor, adjusted my thing, lowered my dress, and wobbled my way back to my car, each step causing more dog and human cum to ooze from my abused cunt and asshole...
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