Crazy Daddy

Crazy Daddy

by

Little Dan

I loved my father so desperately, and I hated my father so desperately that there was only one solution. I would have to drive him insane.

This may sound ridiculous, but as far back as I can remember, I have been sexually attracted to my father. He was like a god to me. Tall, blonde, muscular, masculine, handsome. Everything I knew I would never be. I longed to have my daddy sweep me up in his strong demanding arms and carry me away. Carry me anywhere. Just carry me. Hold me. Maybe kiss me.

But that was never going to happen. Somehow I knew early on that my father didn't like me. That I was distasteful to him. How could that be? I was just a little boy. He would be sitting in his big armchair, and I would climb up onto his lap and throw my arms around his neck.

"I love you, daddy," I would say.

My father would shrink back. "Myra," he would call my mother. "Get the kid off me, will you?"

Then my mother would come into the room, and lift me off his lap. "Come on, Eric," she would say. Daddy's tired tonight. He had a hard day. He wants to rest."

"Daddy," I would wail, my arms stretched out.

"Not now, Eric," he said.

The years passed, but my fascination with him, my desire for him never did.

We hardly spoke around the house. I went to school during the day, and he worked. And in the evening, I knew I would be better off reading in my room than being around him. He was never loving to me. He was never even nice to me. My mother saw this and tried to make it up to me with special attention. But that wasn't what I wanted.

I guess I was about seven years old, when I started spying on them. I had gone down the hall to the bathroom, and while I was walking back to my room, I noticed loud sounds. Sounds, coming from behind their closed bedroom door. I heard creaking, I heard the squeaking of bedsprings, like when I jumped up and down on my bed as if it were a trampoline. Then my mother started moaning. I had never heard a sound like that. I was afraid she was sick. Then I heard my father, and his voice was all choked and breathless and strange, saying crazy things like, "Take it, bitch. Take my big cock in your hot wet pussy. Squeeze it. Make love to it."

I didn't really know what was going on, and I was afraid to open the door. I was not allowed in their bedroom, and I was afraid my father would kill me if I went in.

Then I noticed the large keyhole in the bedroom door. As long as I could remember, there had never been a key, but there was a place for one. I knelt on the floor in front of the door and tried to peer through the keyhole. Across the room was their bed, and they were on the bed with their feet facing the door. My father's beautiful round behind was there in front of my eyes. He was lying right on top of my mother, and she had her legs bent and lifted and had locked her feet around his waist. He was plunging an enormous long extremely thick popsicle of flesh into a hole between her legs. And every time he raised his rear, the thing would withdraw some and I could see it was wet and shiny. I was fascinated now with that stiff, hard jut of flesh between my father's legs. It was beautiful.

"Oh, honey, Yes. Yes," she cried. Give me your big thick prick. Stuff it into the hot juicy cunt that loves it so much." He pumped away deliciously, and she was in heaven, heaving her own ass up to meet his. She couldn't get enough of that

"big thick prick" as she had called it. I was getting so excited, my tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth, and I could barely swallow. Now I knew what I wanted. I wanted that `big stiff prick' in me. I wanted my father on top of me, enfolding me, protecting me, kissing me, loving me. I felt down my body, and the sad realization came to me. I could never be where mommy was. I had no hole there. Why not? How could life be so cruel? I had something very small like a little nubbie. But it didn't go in. It stuck out. Like my daddy's thing stuck out. But I didn't want to be on top of mommy. I wanted to be under daddy. And how was this ever going to happen with the malformed body fate had given me?

My father moved his head down to my mother's chest. "Oh those beautiful tits. I just love tits," my father enthused, and brought his mouth down to one of them, licking and kissing and slobbering over it. "MMMMM," he moaned while he was sucking her big breasts, and all the time he was flexing his waist, and his big cheeks were tensing and relaxing, while the red wet shiny pole moved up and down, buried inside my lucky mother.

She brought her arms down and grabbed his bouncing cheeks, pulling on both of them to get more of his thing into her thing. He lifted his head off her beautiful tits and plunged his tongue into her mouth. There I was kneeling on the floor with my eye glued to a tiny hole, overcome with longing. It was all I could do not to moan, myself. But I did have enough sense to keep my mouth shut.

Then my father pulled his big banana out of the wet hole and moved up on my mother's chest. He stuck it right in the middle between her two floppy tits and started hunching again. My mother put her hands to her breasts and began to push them together around my father's stick-thing. "Fuck my tits, Kirk. Fuck my big soft breasts. Oh, yes, honey. You know how to fuck a woman's tits." And after about five minutes of this she bent her head forward to take the tip of my father's thing into her mouth. He took the hint and moved up even further, so that he was now straddling her beautiful tits, and began feeding himself into my mother's mouth. She was noisily sucking on it, making joyful appreciative sounds. "Oh, this is so good, honey. I love sucking on your big cock," she said indistinctly as the cock plunged back into her mouth cutting off further conversation. So that's what it was. A cock. That was the thing I wanted so much. My father's cock.

And that hard sculptured behind that was twisting around in front of my eyes, the cheeks, kind of opening and closing. On the opening I could see the little hole between the cheeks. It was almost pulsating like a star in the sky did when you looked at it too long. And then the cheeks tightened and you couldn't see the hole, but you could see crevices along the side of his tight circles, like big dimples. It was so beautiful. I wanted to kiss it and lick it. I wanted to kiss and lick his big cock. I wanted it in my mouth. I, at least, had a mouth even if I didn't have tits, or a hole between my legs. "Oh, daddy," I sighed to myself. How I wanted him. Now more than ever I wanted to be swept up in his arms, and carried and kissed and loved. And somehow I wanted his big cock inside my body.

A few nights later, my father fell asleep sitting in his big armchair, and I had a bright idea. Gingerly, I sat down in his lap. He didn't wake up. It was so wonderful. I could feel his lump under my behind and I started pressing down upon it, then I started moving around a little so that it would rub against me. Something wonderful was happening. The lump was getting hard and starting to push against my backside. If only I had the nerve to pull down daddy's zipper and reach in and touch it, maybe even get it outside of his pants, maybe even put it in my mouth the way mommy did it. My little heart was pounding. I could almost taste daddy's big cock. In his sleep it must have been feeling good to have me on his lap because he started moving slightly. Moving his hips up and down under me for better contact.

Unfortunately though, then daddy started to stir. His breathing changed a little. I sort of turned my head very slightly so I could see his face out of the corner of my eye. His own eye was opening and he was aghast. "Get off me, you little fairy," he screamed, and shoved me down onto the floor.

"What's wrong?" Mother asked, running in from the kitchen, drying her hands with a dishtowel.

"The little faggot was sitting on my lap, humping my dick with his ass." Dick.... So that was another word for cock. And my behind was my ass. It was good to know.

"Oh, that's ridiculous," my mother said. "He's just a little boy."

"A little fairy!" my father spat out. "I always knew he was."

"Kirk, really!" My mother was exasperated. She hugged me.

"A little homo," my father repeated.

My mother decided it would be wise to get me out of the room. "Come on, sweetheart. Time for bed." She took me upstairs and made me change into my pajamas. Then she kissed my cheek, turned out the light and shut the door.

I was so upset, I couldn't sleep. My darling father whom I loved so deeply absolutely detested me. I lay there in the dark, the tears rolling down my cheeks.

It must have been around two hours later when I started hearing the exciting noises again. I knew I should have stayed in bed, but I just couldn't not watch the exciting scene unfolding on the other side of their bedroom door. I crept down the hall, and, as always, knelt before the keyhole and peeked. This was so much better than television. This was reality.

"Tell me how much your cunt loves my hot prick," my father ordered.

"My cunt can never get enough of your thick hard hammer," my mother screamed. Prick'. Cunt'. `Hammer'. What great words. I was learning things.

The early years are the time when you want to expand your vocabulary, and I was hungry for knowledge. But more than that I was hungry for cock. I watched the big hammer sink into my mothers wet cunt. Up and down. Up and down, like a piston driven by my fathers powerhouse ass. Hole, dimples, hole, dimples. The big thick long wet shiny tool, in and out, in and out. It all just took my breath away.

My unwanted little boy thing got hard, reminding me it was a boy thing and not the hole I wanted. The hole where my daddy would be able to insert his big dick, when he was lying on top of me, hugging me.

Then they did another position. My father got off, and my mother crouched on the bed with her behind stuck out. My father knelt behind her behind, and fed his big cock back into her hole, but this time he was behind her and not on top of her. Interesting! I liked the other position better because I couldn't see the hole or the dimples in his butt this way. He was just moving his hard round behind toward her and away from her and toward her and.......

After that I think my daddy was getting tired. I could see he was sweating. But he lay back on the bed with his head on the pillows, and his big dick sticking straight up, pointing toward the ceiling, and my mother crawled between his legs and started mouthing his cock. She was making contented noises, like this was even better than a lemon meringue pie. With one of her hands she held his big dick, and with the other hand she was brushing away her hair which kept falling over her face.

"Suck it. Suck it," my father screamed. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna shoot my hot load in your mouth. She took her mouth off for a second, and that's when I saw jets of white liquid shooting out from the end of my father's prick. "Take it, bitch. Swallow it," he yelled, and putting his hand on her head forced her mouth back down on his cock. It looked like my father was shooting about six more hot loads which I could see my mother was gobbling down. I could tell from the way her throat was working.

My mother finally removed her mouth from the big dick, which was starting to soften a little. "Oh, what sweet cum! If I had a straw, I'd slurp it up like an ice cream soda." She really loved it. I was dying to taste it, myself. She flopped down naked on the bed next to him, and laid her head on his muscular blonde- hairy chest. He put his arm around under her shoulders and stroked her gently. The way I wanted him to stroke me.

I knew from experience that the show was now over, and I crept down the hall back to my bed, where I finally fell asleep dreaming of his thick wet cock plowing in and out of a wet sucking hole like my mother had, and that I wished that I had.

As the years passed, I learned that I had to keep out of my father's way. I just went to school, did my homework, and watched him longingly from afar. I hardly ever spoke to him, and he hardly ever spoke to me. He knew I was in the house, but didn't really want to acknowledge that.

Then one day something interesting happened. I was about ten at the time, I think. I had taken a long walk to the mall to look in the store windows, and when I was walking home, a car pulled up alongside me.

"Young man," called the driver through the window, as he stopped beside me.

Yes?" I asked.

"Do you know where Front Street is?"

"It's right around the corner," I pointed.

"Is it? You know, I live on Front Street but I get lost so easily. Would you mind getting in and helping me get home?"

Okay," I agreed. My mother had told me never to talk to strangers, but he had caught me off guard by asking for my help.

I got into the car. "That way," I pointed when we got to the corner. He turned. Then I had to tell him to take one more turn, and he pulled up into his driveway.

"Okay?" I asked.

"You've been such a help to me, I can't tell you how much I appreciate it." He was so nice. He was making me feel good. "Come on in and have a root beer," he offered. "It's the least that I can do."

"Okay," I answered. And we walked up the steps, and after he had unlocked the front door, we went in. He told me to sit on the couch, and he went into the kitchen and came back with two large glasses of ice cold root beer. He sat down in a chair facing the couch and smiled at me. He wasn't a big man. Not as tall as my daddy. He had thinning black hair with streaks of grey, and I noticed there were wiry black hairs on the back of his hand when he handed me the soda. Now that I'm remembering, I would say he was in his late forties. His face was dark with black whiskers, as if he needed another shave. He was wearing blue pants, a white dress shirt and a little red bow tie. He was pretty slim except for a very tiny belly. He smiled at me.

"You know, you're a very handsome young man. Did anyone ever tell you that?"

"No," I said, feeling very flattered. I was so glad I had helped this nice man home.

"You have such beautiful skin," and he reached out and rubbed his palm along my cheek. "So soft, so clear, so rosy. I just know you have a beautiful body too." He furtively began to caress me. Then he said, "Let me see your chest. Take off your shirt."

He stood by the couch and helped lift my shirt over my head. I held my arms up. Then he started running his hands all over my chest and my back.

"Oh, it's beautiful. I never saw a boy with such beautiful skin. Usually only little girls have such beautiful skin. You don't mind if I run my hands along your back and chest a little, do you?"

"No," I answered. His hand felt warm. And caressing. He was touching me the way I always wished my father would. With affection. He sat down on the couch next to me, and took my hand in his.

"What a beautiful little boy," he was admiring me. "Too bad you aren't a little girl. You would be such a fantastically gorgeous little girl."

"I would?"

"Oh, yes. Definitely," he said, nodding his head. "What's your name?" he asked me.

"Eric," I told him.

"Such a nice name. But would you mind if I called you Erica?"

"I don't know," I hesitated. "Erica's a girl's name."

"Would you mind terribly if I pretended to myself that you were a little girl. I love little girls so very much, and I'd like to make believe that you were a little girl for a few minutes."

I didn't answer. "Erica, I just got a new DVD from Russia today. It's all about a little boy like you. Would you like to see it?"

Okay," I agreed.

"By the way," he said, introducing himself. My name is Alan. You can call me Uncle Alan."

"Okay, Uncle Alan." I agreed again. He smiled and walked across the room to the electronic equipment. This was so wonderful. My daddy hated me, but now I had an uncle who liked me. Uncle Alan. Of course, he wasn't as handsome as my daddy.

He turned on the television, and put the DVD in the player and the movie started. There was this little boy like me, all alone in a room with a small bed and table in it. I heard a man speaking in the background to the boy, but I couldn't understand the words. The boy nodded his head, and began to unbutton his shirt. Then he took off his shoes and socks. After that, he opened his belt and sitting down on the bed, took off his pants. He was only wearing his underpants now. The off-screen voice said something and he took off his underpants and was standing there naked with a little teeny finger between his legs that looked like mine. The voice said something again, and the little boy started slowly turning around, looking back at the camera as much as possible.

Then, a hand reached into the picture and handed the boy some clothes, and the voice said something else. The little boy put the clothes on the bed, and picked up a small pair of silky blue panties, and stepped into them. He turned around for the camera again. Then he strapped a little brassiere around his chest, and it was firm and pointy. He had trouble hitching it behind his back. Then he put on a small pink dress, and pink socks and little red buckle shoes, and modeled them for the camera.

Suddenly a large hairy man entered the frame, wearing just his undershorts. He was hairy all over, on his chest, his arms, his legs, and the hair was mixed grey and black and curly like the hair on his head. He looked very strong. He was probably in his early fifties, and his stomach protruded a little bit over his undershorts. He sat down on the bed next to the little boy in the pink dress. He turned the boy's face toward him, and picked up something from the night table near the bed. It was lipstick. He started painting the boy's mouth a bright red. Then he took a tissue and gave it to the boy who blotted his red lips on it. Next the man began to make up the boy's eyes till they were all dark and beautiful with mascara and eye shadow. He surveyed the boy's face and nodded as if in admiration. The last thing he put on the boy was a wig with long golden curls. He fitted it on the boy's head and pressed it into place. He made the boy stand up in front of him and parade before the camera. Then he sat the boy down on his lap, and lifted the boy's face, and began kissing the red lips. The boy threw his arms around the big man's neck and held on to him, kissing him back with ardor. You could see the cock in the man's underpants was getting big and hard like daddy's when he got on top of mommy.

Suddenly Uncle Alan turned off the television set, and I looked at him in surprise.

"We'll watch the rest a little later," said Uncle Alan. "Take a drink of your soda." I took a few swallows. "Let's go up to the bedroom," said Uncle Alan, taking my hand and leading me up the staircase. "I have something you have to see."

We went into his bedroom, and he went over to the closet and got some things.

"These are beautiful clothes like the boy in the movie was wearing. You'd look so beautiful in them. Put them on."

"I don't want to," I said.

"Come on, Erica, sweetheart. You'd look so beautiful. Much more beautiful than the boy in the movie. Everybody likes to look beautiful. Don't you want to look beautiful?"

"Yes," I said slowly.

"Well, come on then," he laughed at me affectionately. "I'll help you." My shirt was already off, but he sat me down on the bottom of the bed and knelt on the floor to take off my shoes and socks. Then he made me stand up so he could slip my pants and underpants down my legs and off. "Oh, there's your little boy thing. We don't want to see that. My Erica shouldn't have a little boy thing."

He handed me a small pair of shiny violet colored panties, and held my arm as I stepped into them and pulled them over my boy thing. Then he gave me a little violet colored padded brassiere to put on my chest, like the boy in the movie had worn. Uncle Alan had to fasten it in the back for me.

"There. That's better," he said approvingly. "And everything's a perfect fit. Aren't we lucky today?" I put on a frilly violet colored dress over the violet colored panties and brassiere, and he made me turn around so he could examine me from every angle.

Even the socks were violet colored, and so were the shoes with the bow on top. The shoes weren't a perfect fit, but Uncle Alan said it didn't matter. We'd be taking them off in a few minutes. He had long yellow hair for me to put on just like the boy in the movie. And then he began to paint my face with great concentration. My lips, my eyes, my cheeks. He kept turning my head in every direction to make sure it was perfect.

"Oh, that's it. You're so beautiful, Erica. So very beautiful," he took my hand and we walked to the full length mirror on the outside of the closet door so I could see myself. I hardly recognized myself. I did look like a beautiful little blonde girl. Then we went back to the bed and he sat on the side of it and took me onto his lap. He lowered his face to mine and began kissing me. Just like I had always wanted my daddy to do. He moaned softly and his tongue crept between my lips and into my mouth. I could taste his spit. My heart was pounding. Underneath my bottom, I was sitting on his lump which was getting bigger and bigger. Yes. It was a big cock like daddy had. He rubbed his big cock against my ass and I was liking it. Wasn't this what I had always dreamed of?

"My beautiful little girl. My precious little Erica. I love you. I love my beautiful little girl." He sat me on the bed and stood up and began taking off his clothes. First, his red bow tie. Then he began to unbutton his white shirt, the front and the cuffs, before pulling it off. He had an undershirt on, which he pulled over his head, mussing his hair a little. Then he sat down next to me to take off his socks and shoes, after which he stood again and took off his blue pants. Now he was standing there in just his underpants. And I could really see the big cock pushing against the fabric. He sat on the bed again and pulled me back on his lap so we could do some more kissing. I threw my arms around his neck, and I rubbed my face against his scratchy whiskers. It was a thrilling feeling. I was very excited.

He took my hand down and placed it in his now naked lap. "This is my big cock," said Uncle Alan. "Isn't it big?"

"Yes," I said. (It was, but it certainly wasn't as big as daddy's)

"Isn't it hard?"

"Yes," I said, feeling it all around. I finally had a big cock in my hand. It almost overpowered me.

"Do you know what a man does with a big cock?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

He was surprised. He had expected me to say no. "Tell me what a man does with his big cock," he said.

"He puts in into mommy," I answered.

Uncle Alan started laughing. "You silly thing. Not just into mommy. Into any girl. And aren't you Uncle Alan's beautiful little girl, now?"

"Yes," I agreed in anticipation.

"Well, wouldn't you like me to put my big cock into you?" And he started kissing me again.

"Yes," I said. I was so curious about how he planned to put his big cock into me. I didn't have a hole between my legs. I had always wanted a big cock in me. But I didn't have a hole where it would fit. How was Uncle Alan going to put his big cock in me?

He kissed me a little more, and then began taking off my frilly violet dress. Then he took off my shoes and socks. I was so glad to get those uncomfortable shoes off my feet. He said he wasn't going to take off my panties, because he didn't want to see my boy thing. He would just move them aside when he put his big cock into me. I nodded, feeling sure that he knew what he was doing, and that I was in good hands.

He went over to the top dresser drawer and came back with a big tube. He squeezed something on his finger, and then he made me lie on my tummy so he wouldn't have to see my boy thing. He eased my panties down in the back, and stuck his greasy finger between my two behinds. He worked his finger into my back hole. So that's how you could do it. Now I knew. I was so happy to know there was a way to be inside me, because I was determined that one day I would get my daddy's big cock to be inside me. And my daddy's big cock was bigger than anybody's. And my daddy was more handsome than anybody. And I loved my daddy more than anybody, no matter how he felt about me.

Uncle Alan squeezed more jelly from the tube, and began working his fingers in and out between my two behinds. At first it had been a little uncomfortable, but now I was really liking it. It was such a nice feeling. After a long time using his hand, Uncle Alan put some grease on his big cock and climbed on top of me. At last I had a man on top of me. He stuck his big cock into my hole. It was hurting, and I groaned, and he started patting my blonde curls, and kissing my cheek. "Now, now, Erica, my little angel. It's only going to hurt for a minute. It always hurts for a minute the first time you have a big cock inside you. But then it's going to feel so nice. You're going to thank Uncle Alan. You're going to kiss Uncle Alan. You're going to love Uncle Alan." And while he was talking, he was distracting me from the pain and then sneakily, I felt his big cock sinking all the way in inside me. And I could feel the tickly black hairs around his big cock scratching against my two behinds, as I was feeling his whiskers on my face, when he put his tongue back in my mouth.

Then Uncle Alan was moving up and down slowly on top of me, and I wanted to scream in delight, the way mommy screamed. Now I knew what mommy was screaming about. What a feeling. Lucky mommy, who got this feeling every night. I really felt cheated by my mean daddy.

"You like it, honey?" asked Uncle Alan, already knowing I did.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to take my big cock out of your ass?"

"No," I pleaded. "Don't take it out." He had no intention of taking it out. He was just teasing me. He kept moving up and down soooo slowly on top of me. Sooo gently.

"Oh, my beautiful little girl," he crooned. "My beautiful little Erica."

I was enjoying it so much, that my ass, as he had called it, started taking on a life of it's own. It wanted his cock a lot.

"Oh, Uncle Alan," I moaned. "Your big cock feels so good."

"I know it does, honey," he said. "Do you know what we're doing? Do you know what this is called?"

"No," I admitted.

"This is called fucking. I'm fucking you," he explained.

Fucking," I repeated. I liked the word. Uncle Alan was fucking me.

"Uncle Alan is fucking his sweetheart little girl, Erica," as he spoke he was getting more and more excited. I kept hearing the words fucking,' and cock,' and ass', and Erica, sweetheart', and he was starting to move up and down much faster, and he was banging into my ass, and then he gave a roar, and I could feel his big cock get even bigger in my ass, and then some hot wet stuff shot out. I knew what that stuff was. I had seen it shoot out of my daddy. It was that white big cock stuff that shot out when a man was fucking.

Uncle Alan collapsed on my back, huffing and puffing, and kissing me long and slowly, moaning all the time. "Oh, that was so sweet, honey. Such a sweet fuck.

I'd like to do this every day. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I said. "You could fuck me every day."

Uncle Alan took off my blonde curls, and we went into the bathroom, where he gently scrubbed the colors off my face till it was fresh and clean, and nobody would ever know that my face had been painted. Then I took off the violet panties facing away from Uncle Alan so he wouldn't have to see my boy thing. Then he helped me take off the brassiere, before helping me to get dressed.

"You could come over every day after school," he said. "Would you like that?"

"Yes," I said.

"Now remember. This is between you and me. I won't say a word to anybody and you won't say a word to anybody. This is our hush-hush secret, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed. And when he opened the front door and I stepped out onto the porch, he reminded me, "Now don't forget. We have a date tomorrow. After school you come right over here. Got it?"

Yes," I smiled happily.

And I came over the next day after school, and was Erica again for an hour. And I came every other school day after school for years. It wasn't as if the other boys wanted to play with me after school. They kind of shied away from me, like there was something funny about me. The acted like my daddy. So I was lonely and I was glad Uncle Alan wanted to be with me every day. I liked having company. I liked being hugged and kissed, and I liked feeling like I was Uncle Alan's precious little girl. Being Erica was so much nicer than being Eric.

Since I kept growing, Uncle Alan was always having to buy me new clothes.

"I hate that you're getting bigger," he would complain. "You were such a beautiful little girl. I don't know why you couldn't have stayed that way forever."

Meanwhile I had stopped going to the barber. I was letting my brown hair grow long and flowing like mommy's. And nowadays a lot of boys have long hair, so it wasn't such a big deal. I think daddy didn't like it, but he didn't say anything except mumble `faggot', whatever that meant.

One afternoon I went over to Uncle Alan's and I got the shock of my life. Uncle Alan took me into the living room and introduced me to a new little girl named Maxine. Uncle Alan explained that her original name had been Max, but that now she was this beautiful perfect little girl, and had to have a real girl's name. He sat down on the couch and lifted Maxine, who was a lot younger and smaller than me onto his lap. He started to hug and kiss her, and she put her arms around his neck and kissed him right back. Actually Maxine was about the same age as I used to be.

"Thanks so much for coming over," said Uncle Alan. "And I hope we'll see each other again real soon." He led me out onto the porch and waved to me as I started to walk home. Then he went back in the house to Maxine, and before closing the door behind him, yelled "Get a shave."

I was crushed. I was heartbroken. I thought that Uncle Alan was going to be my uncle for ever and always. And now it was over. I was completely alone. I had no one's big cock to put in my asshole. I started to cry a little. Why couldn't my father put his big cock in me and hug me and kiss me the way Uncle Alan had all these years. He was the one I really loved, the one I really wanted my whole life long. How could he not love me back? I did have a hole he could fuck. Why wouldn't he use it? I sobbed all the way back to the house, where I ran upstairs and closed myself in my room. My mother was busy making fudge in the kitchen, and was too busy beating eggs to notice me.

The years dragged by. I finished high school and enrolled in the Fashion Academy where I studied interior decorating for four years. I grew a beard and a moustache and wore my long hair in a ponytail. I was still living at home, and at dinnertime my mother would try to make conversation, asking about my classes, and I would happily discuss antique furniture and oriental rugs while my father stared down fixedly at his plate and mechanically kept eating. He was still so handsome. But no! I had to get that out of my mind! I was just so horny all the time. I hadn't had a big cock up my ass for years now, and I missed it. And the man I yearned for, my daddy, wouldn't even look at me across the dinner table.

I had graduated from the Academy a month earlier, and was trying to find a job as an assistant to one of the local decorators, when a terrible thing happened.

I lost my dear mother. She had been driving to the supermarket, when another car went speeding through a stop sign and crashed into the driver's side of her automobile. It was instantaneous.

My father was hysterical. He couldn't even handle the funeral arrangements. I had to do everything. He was unraveling. His mind became totally unfocused. I had to cook dinner and clean the house, and do the laundry, etc. etc.. He was even starting to drink. He started buying bottles of scotch, and guzzling them down, and he was so unsteady on his feet that I had to help him up the stairs at night. His breath reeked.

When I got him up to his bedroom, sometimes he would say to me, "Thanks, Myra." He didn't even know who I was. He thought I was my mother. That's when I got the fiendish idea. I would drive him insane, and punish him for all the years of misery I had endured because of him. His coldness. His ridicule. Now it would be my turn.

I contacted Gerry, (not a friend), but someone who had been in my class at the

Academy. He had majored in theatrical sound and lighting design. I told him I was planning a fright-night party and paid him to wire the whole house for me.

I didn't really have much money of my own, so every night I would steal some out of daddy's wallet when he was asleep, till I accumulated a decent amount. I would see daddy counting his money every morning and looking puzzled.

Gerry worked while daddy was at work, and I had him install all the control boxes low and behind furniture, so daddy wouldn't discover them.

Meanwhile I had been rummaging through mommy's old things in her closet and drawers and dressing table. I stealthily removed what I thought I might need, and hid it in my own closet.

I began to put my plan into action. While daddy was sitting in the living room watching television, I sneaked down the steps, opened the front door quietly, and reached my hand around to press the button that would activate the door chimes. As they were ringing I quickly walked into the living room and plopped into a chair to watch TV.

"Get the front door," daddy said, very annoyed at my lack of initiative.

"Why?"

"Someone's at the front door."

"No they're not," I said.

"The bell just rang," he insisted.

"No, it didn't," I replied.

"Yes, it did.'

"No, it didn't."

"Never mind," he said angrily getting up from the couch. "I'll get it myself."

I followed him as he walked to the front door and opened it. Of course, no one was there.

"There's no one here," He wondered.

"I told you."

"But I heard the bell."

"No you didn't. You're imagining things." I laughed at him. He started shaking his head in confusion.

About an hour later, while we were watching "Wheel of Fortune," and my father decided that if it were his turn, he would buy a vowel, I said to him. "Get the phone."

He looked at me as if I were crazy. "Get the phone? What the hell are you talking about?

"It's ringing."

"No, it's not.

"It's ringing right this very second."

"What? Are you crazy?" The phone is not ringing."

As he made no move to answer the ringing telephone, I got up and picked up the receiver, myself. "Oh, hi," I said to the dial tone. "This is he," I smiled, nodding my head. "No. I'm not finished with it yet. I'll bring it back on Thursday. Bye." I hung up the phone.

"There was a call?" he asked miserably.

"It was the library. I have a book overdue. I told them I'd bring it back on Thursday."

"I heard that," he said coldly. "But I didn't hear the phone ring."

"You'd better get your hearing checked, daddy," I advised. "You hear the doorbell when nobody's there. You don't hear the telephone. I don't know." I shook my head in exasperation.

He didn't answer me. He turned his face away and went back to Wheel of Fortune, inwardly seething.

In the next few weeks, the doorbell rang continuously. The phone never rang, even though I got a million calls. I could see daddy wanted to pick up the phone and check it out for himself, but I was always ready and got there first.

Daddy did stop drinking, but strange things continued to happen. Daddy was constantly misplacing things. His cufflinks were gone, but when I went to look in his dresser drawer, myself, I miraculously found them. Then he couldn't find his toothbrush which was sitting right there in the cup "staring him in the face," I insisted, when I went into the bathroom and found it immediately.

Then there was the time he wanted to read the newspaper, and couldn't find his reading glasses, when they were right there in front of him on the coffee table where I had just put them after surreptitiously sneaking them out of my pants pocket.

"You're really losing it," I observed in a cold but pitying voice. When I handed daddy his glasses, he started to cry. By this time I think he was pretty certain he was losing his mind.

Some people might think that these were dastardly deeds I was doing. That I was one hell of a mean motherfucker. But just think of how that man had treated me my whole life long, when I had loved him so. An unrequited love. I didn't feel the least bit sorry.

And what I had done so far was nothing. Just a little big of preparation for the grand event I had in mind. I had devised the most diabolical plan imaginable, and was about to put it into action.

I had heard on the weather report that we were going to have a terrible thunder storm that night, so after dinner I told daddy I was going to stay with a friend, (What friend? I didn't have any friends.) and I would be out all night. I left the house. Later on, as the clouds were gathering, I could see through the window that daddy was watching television. I sneaked back into the house and up the stairs. In my bathroom, I shaved off my moustache and beard, until my face was smooth as a baby's ass. I looked at myself in the mirror. I really did look a lot like mommy. I never realized how much.

Then I went into my bedroom, and quietly shut the door. I took off my clothes. I took off everything. I stepped into a pair of mommy's panties, which I had taken out of her drawer earlier. Next I put on a large padded brassiere which I had bought downtown, to give the illusion of being busty. I squeezed my new tits approvingly. After that, I put on mommy's garter belt, and some shiny sheer nylon hose, and attached the tops of the stockings to the garter belt. Then I put on mommy's beautiful form-fitting black dress which fit my form perfectly. I took the rubber band off my pony tail and flipped out my long brown hair, which I now began to brush assiduously. Then I combed it out until it fell luxuriously over my shoulders, just slightly curling at the ends.

I used mommy's expensive pancake make-up to cover my face, and gave my cheeks just a hint of blush with mommy's rouge. Her lipstick color was `Embarrassingly Red' red, and I applied it generously. Then I blotted my lips and began pursing and unpursing them before the mirror, admiring my artwork. When I did my eyes with mommy's mascara and deep blue eye shadow, I studied them critically. Not even Picasso could have done better. I was absolutely stunning. I looked like mommy but I was much more beautiful, and of course I was younger. Gorgeous! Where had I been all my life?

The final touch was the little pearl clip-on earrings. Thank goodness mommy had never had her ears pierced. I stood up and primped before the looking glass. I was ready for my big performance. Wait. Just a slight spray of `Breathtaking' eau de toilette, and then I put on a pair of mommy's high heels (which were a little narrow), and silently and carefully (hoping not to trip) descended the stairs. The thunder storm was really blowing up outside now. The perfect setting for my little charade. I saw a flash of lightening through the window, and then came a clap of thunder. The gods were busy tonight, and so was I.

I could see daddy watching television in the living room, and knew now was the time. I pressed a button that Gerry had installed in the hall, and in about five seconds the house went completely dark. Pitch black. "What the...?" my father said.

I took advantage of the darkness to quietly feel my way down to the far end of the living room where I struck a seductive pose. Then the light-sound show began. There was a bright flash of lightening followed by a loud clap of thunder right there in the living room.

In the split second that the lightening illuminated the room, my father saw me out of the corner of his eye. He spun his head around and his mouth fell open in shock.

"Myra," he said in amazement.

I said nothing. I changed to another seductive pose and waited for the next lightening flash. It came. "Myra," my father said again, and stood up by his chair. It went dark again, and I repositioned myself. I hoped he wasn't going to try to come over. It was to be a visual illusion. A ghostly apparition. I didn't want him to be able to put his hands on solid flesh. Also I was in high heels and couldn't run very easily.

He just stood there, his mouth gaping and his arms outstretched on the next five flashes. The sound of thunder was deafening. So deafening that I wasn't aware he had crossed the room in the darkness. Suddenly I felt his hands grasping my arms. "Oh, no!" I sucked in my breath in surprise. I had been so stupid. Why hadn't I changed my location in the room after each flash?

"Myra," My father said.

"Kirk," I breathed, imitating my mother's voice as well as I could. And I don't think it was too bad.

"You're here. I thought I was going crazy, but you're really here."

"I missed you. I couldn't stay away from you," I answered. He hugged me closely and started to breathe in the sweet miasma of `Breathtaking' which covered and surrounded me. Suddenly he glued his lips to mine and began to frantically kiss me. His tongue deliriously snaked between my lips, and I immediately began to savor it. We were Frenching like crazy. And it was wonderful. But, no! This was crazy. What was I thinking? I had to get out of there. What was I going to do now?

He kept kissing me, and I was helpless. My darling daddy was embracing me and kissing me. Wasn't this what I had been longing for my whole life long? My big, strong, handsome, blonde daddy. There was no way I was going to give this up. I responded and felt his big cock getting stiff and stabbing me in the abdomen. He was much taller than I was, so his stiff prick hit high on my body.

He moaned. I moaned. It was complete ecstasy for the two of us. He took my hand. "Come on, honey. Let's go to bed," he said pulling me along.

"No. No, I can't," I protested.

"Come to our bed. I want you. I need you. I'm gonna fuck you."

If he ever discovered my boy thing, I was in deep doo doo.

I frantically searched for an excuse. "I can't," I said. "The car crash. The accident..."

"Yes?" he waited.

"There was a lot of damage. I don't want you to ever see it."

"I don't mind," he pledged.

I was softening. "Well," I wavered. "If I let you fuck me, there's a condition.----- You can't ever look at my wounds. And you can't touch them."

"All right," he agreed begrudgingly.

"I have to keep some of my clothes on, and we have to be under the covers. You have to promise me that you won't look or touch. That's the only way I'll go to bed with you."

"I said `all right', "he repeated. "Okay. I promise." And he began leading me up the stairs

I was nervous, but I was excited. Finally, after all these years, my daddy would be lying on top of me. A dream come true. The whole house was dark, and we felt our way into his bedroom. I felt for the edge of the bed, and sat down on it. I slipped off my high heels. Did that ever feel good. I climbed fully clothed under the blankets, and in the near darkness, I could just about see daddy stripping off his clothes. Finally he was standing there with that enormous dick sticking out.

"I can't wait to suck on your tits and get my fingers into your juicy pussy," he said lasciviously.

"No, you can't" I protested.

"Why not?"

"My tits were terribly damaged in the accident. It would hurt me terribly if you were to touch them."

"Oh," he said caringly. "Honey, I'm so sorry."

"And I have no pussy anymore. It was totally destroyed."

"Oh, no," he shuttered. "What can we do?"

"You can't ever touch my front pussy. But you can use my back pussy?"

"Your back pussy?" He seemed not to know what I was talking about. Was he really this stupid?

"Yes, darling. You can use my back pussy. You know."

Finally it dawned on him, and he began nodding his head in comprehension. "We never did that before."

"No? I forget," I said. "But never mind. It's so hot and tight. Much tighter than my front pussy was. You're really going to love it."

With that he climbed on top of my fully clothed body and we began to kiss again. His cock had begun to droop a little and needed stiffening. This was all so strange to him. I made him lie face up on the bed and crawled lower so I could get his big prick in my mouth and suck it like mad. I had never had a big prick in my mouth, but I felt that instinctively I would know what to do. I clamped my mouth over it. It was thrilling. I began to salivate and move my mouth as far down the pole as I could, holding it with one hand. Then I took it out of my mouth and admired the wet shiny knob. Then I started sucking it again. He started grunting. I was doing a good job. I was so proud of myself.

"That's terrific, honey. But now I wanna fuck you."

"Okay, I said softly. I climbed back under the covers on my stomach, raised my dress above my waist in the back, and lowered the panties in the back, so he could squeeze his cock through. "Now, remember. No touching. No grabbing," I cautioned.

I felt his hard rod pressing against the tender flesh of my pucker. There was too much friction. It was hurting.

"It won't go in," he lamented.

"Spit on it," I suggested. He was so gorgeous, but not a great mind. I never realized that before.

I heard him start spitting into his hand, and he was anointing his long instrument with the slippery wetness. Finally he positioned himself at my hole again, and tried to work it into my pucker. Now it was going in. I caught my breath and held it as the big head entered my hole, which was slowly and gratefully spreading out for him. I made him stop a minute till I got used to it, and then I told him to proceed, and could feel it inside me, like a snake slowly crawling down my hungry snake hole, then nesting in there. I felt his giant clackers hit my asscheeks. So this was what I had been missing all these years. No wonder I had wanted it so badly. There couldn't be anything better in the world than having my daddy's long prong in my rectum. I clutched my flesh around him. My sweet daddy. I turned my face to the side, so that daddy's tongue could reach into my mouth once more. He rode up and down on top of my round firm balloons fucking my back pussy, as his glorious tongue fucked my mouth.

"Oh, make this last," I begged.

"I'm trying," he said. "But your back pussy is so fantastic. I don't know how long I can go without shooting."

He managed another five minutes, and then he was yo-yoing on top of me, rubbing his flesh-tube against my inner walls, working himself to the completion which he could no longer hold off. His cock was now actually spreading my asshole even wider, and I felt the hot liquid, the white stuff, blast out into my guts.

"Mmmm," he murmured in appreciation, and nuzzled my neck.

"Oh, honey," I said. "That was just the best. It was so worth coming back for."

He just kept nuzzling my neck, as we turned to lie side by side, and eventually he drifted off to sleep. I took that opportunity to get the hell out of there.

I had been successful beyond my imagination. A.-I had driven my father over the edge. And B- After all these years my father was finally fucking me.

The next day Eric called daddy to tell him he would not be home in the immediate future. That he was staying with friends. (I was staying at the Y.)

But I have to tell you that it was a bad weather month. Our lovemaking had been so wonderful, that I couldn't not have more of it. I arranged three more thunderstorms that week alone. Of course, now I knew enough to cover my boy thing with a strap-on plastic cup, which I had found in a sex shop. In addition, I covered the plastic cup with gauze and bandages, as if it were a wound.. My breasts were another matter. I would have to rely on the padded brassiere for now.

Gradually, with each love-making session, I let a little more light come on the scene. One night when I was lying face down on the sheets, wearing only my plastic cup front-strap-on and my brassiere, daddy looked down in admiration.

"What a gorgeous ass you have, sweetheart," he complimented me. "I think it's even more beautiful now than it was before. It's rounder. It's firmer. It looks, I don't know----" he paused, searching for the right word. "It looks younger. It's just beautiful, and I love your back pussy hole. I could fuck it till the end of time."

He moved down on the bed and started licking my tender bud. I never imagined he would do that. It tickled a little, but it felt out-of-this-world. I wiggled my behind appreciatively as he sucked on me. Then he lubed up his big cock with more saliva and crawled between my legs, right into my asshole. He rested his heavy solid weight on my slender back, and began tonguing my ear as he fornicated. My ass started a fornication of its own, and soon we were fornicating together, I raised my middle up as he lowered his middle down, until they slapped together and we reversed directions. Slap. Slap. Slap. The fleshy noise of a good fucking. I could never give this up. Plans would have to be made.

Eventually Eric phoned and told daddy he was going to Hawaii to live, and mommy moved back in. She cooked and she cleaned the house. And at night she sucked and got fucked, and loved every long stroke of it.

During the day while daddy was at work, I enrolled in a femininity training class to perfect my performance. I began taking female hormone shots and pills which helped modify the shape of my body, and diminished my facial and body hair. And after a time I decided that daddy deserved a little reward. He loved me so much now, and he was being so nice that I told daddy I needed a little vacation; and though it was difficult for him to let me go, I disappeared for a time, and secretly entered a hospital for some plastic surgery. Some breast reconstruction after the terrible accident.

When I got home, I took off my dress, and now even my brassiere, and

surprised daddy with my big beautiful full new tits. Daddy was delighted. And immediately began to suck on them and make strange throaty noises of joy.

We got into bed and did the dirty deed.

I was mommy full time now, and daddy sucked on my new hooters, and even fucked them; and then I sucked on his big juicy squirtgun. I would have loved to have him squirt down my hungry throat, but I wanted the goo inside me. I wanted it in my back pussy.

Now I was facing him, and raising my hips to meet his powerful lunges. I wrapped my shaved legs around his behind and squeezed him into me. He knew enough now never to touch my injured painful front pussy. And as he was plowing me, I began to make more plans in my head. One of these day's very soon, I was going to go and have more plastic surgery done on my body. I was going to get the doctors to remove my bothersome boy thing and reconstruct my `demolished' front pussy, so that my daddy would have the joy of fucking his woman in the old fashioned way. I was going to get a real vagina for him to plunder with his hard masculine machine. I felt him deep inside my tunnel performing that exquisite labor of love. Yes. Soon he would get a traditional lady-snatch. He would be so happy to be able to fuck a front cunt again, and after all, I was no longer my daddy's son. I was now my daddy's wife.