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*This is the sequel to a story in Transgendered. The first involved the main character and his TG son. This picks up from there and involves the father and one of his daughters..
*This story involves incest. You are forewarned*
I hope you like this*
It had been just over a week since my escapade with teaching my TG son, Michael, what it felt like to have sex as a woman. I know he asked for it, and it was all his idea, and that he had to convince me of the value of it, but I still felt guilty. I should never have had sex with my child.
Besides fucking my son, it had been a bitch of a week,. For those of you who don’t remember, I am “Doc Lollipop”. You see the doctor and you get a lollipop. I have my own practice next door to my house in Old Man Lindgren’s place that he left me in his will. I had enough patients, and was on the board at the local hospital and gave a couple of classes a semester at the local community college and the university in the city about half an hour from the house, with the odd shift on the wards at the hospital, so life was comfortable.
Anyhow, I had been at the hospital two nights after seeing Larry Chester, a patient of mine who had leukemia and was just admitted for testing. We all figured this was getting to the end of it, so when his wife called and said he wanted to talk to Doc Lollipop, I got dressed and went. I stayed until about 9:30, when I heard three or four ambulances pull in. As I was leaving, I stopped by the emergency room to see if they could use a hand. Just then, two more rigs pulled up.
There were only two docs on staff that night, and there was a massive wreck, car vs bus. It seems the high school kids were on their way home from watching the Coal City Miners completely dominate the Center Valley Warriors to make it into the playoffs. On the way, one of the local kids- who snuck a case of beer into the game- came flying up along side the bus carrying the football players and cheerleaders at full drunken speed, and when headlights appeared in his windshield, he cut off the bus, only to lose control. The resulting collision sent the
bus toppling, killing the driver and everyone in the car, the driver of the car in the other lane, the driver and three of the kids on the bus. Most of the other children had severe injuries and a couple had minor ones. And, all were coming this way.
I checked in with the charge nurse who ran into the trauma room to speak with one of the doctors. Seconds later, I heard Ted, Doctor Shultz, Chief of Emergency Medicine’s voice ring out. “Lollipop, grab a nurse, run triage!”
It took the rest of the night to get through it. A full recall was initiated. Three other doctors and five nurses came in, but the deluge was just too much to handle in a timely manner… even with the other county hospital, about ten miles away, taking our walk-ins. About 5:30 am, as I was released to head home so I could shower and get to the office. I didn’t want to talk to patients while being covered in blood and smelling like antiseptic and death, but I wanted to check on all of my patients that had gone through the ER that night. I took the time to head to the Doctor’s Lounge, grab a shower, find a set of scrubs, and head up to the wards.
After finishing my rounds, I called Jeanine, my receptionist, explained about the wreck and my being at the hospital, and told her to get into the office by 8:00 and start canceling the day’s appointments and to get the list of injured and dead that were my patients, and ask the parents if I would be allowed to stop over. Then, I wanted her to find out where the ones who were admitted were and let me know so I could visit them. Then I took a long shower, changed my clothes, and went to take a couple hour nap before starting my day. Fifiteen minutes later, Larry Chester died.
Six days later I walked into my house barely able to move. Just after 1:00pm. I had gone to a few funerals that week, both kids who were patients and Larry. I had been up almost every night phone calls. I had calls from families of the severely injured who were my patients. I had my normal patients. The board asked me to oversee the review of the records from that night to determine any liability the hospital might be put through. I had been non-stop and was not sleeping for nearly a week. I was exhausted. I was going to take a shower. I was going to crawl into bed. I was going to wake up tomorrow morning, and get on with my life.
I took off my shoes and socks at the door. My suit coat ended up on the chair in the living room. My pants ended up on the dining room table. My shirt ended up on the kitchen counter. I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, and walked into the bathroom, drinking half of it on the way. I dropped my underwear by the tub, turned on the shower, stepped in, and put the beer on the ledge of the window. I put my hands on my head, and just stood there with my eyes closed and the water cascading over my head allowing the stress of the last week melt away.
I don’t know şişli escort how long I was standing there, but when I regained some semblance of awareness, the water was just above body temperature, my beer was gone, and someone had their mouth around my cock.
I looked down to see who had joined me, and was completely shocked when I saw the blonde hair of my middle child, Katie, who was naked and on her knees in the shower. I started so badly, I almost slipped and busted my ass. I was able to grab the window and the bar at the side that I hung my towel on to keep myself from falling.
I had to admit she was doing a great job…
WAIT!!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?!?!?!?!
I righted myself, pushed her head away, and turned off the shower.
“Katie! What are you doing? Why are you… what are you doing?”
She wrapped her hand around my iron hard pole and began slowly stroking it.
“What does it feel like I’m doing?”
I still didn’t stop her. A small moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes.
WAIT!!! Shit, she was… I was still..
“I know what it feels like you’re doing. The question is, what… why?” I took another deep sigh. This was feeling phenomenal after the week I’d had. I needed something to take the edge off. I thought it was a beer and some sleep, but…
“Why are you doing this?”
She continued giving me a hand job. She never sped up, and wasn’t trying to finish me off. She was giving me, possibly, the most sensual manual experience I had ever had. When I did it myself, it was exactly how I liked it and to have an orgasm. When my wife did it, it was hard and fast to get me all worked up and ready to fuck her brains out. What Katie was doing was soft, sensual, and…
“What are you doing this for?”
I still didn’t stop her.
“Do you like it?”
“That’s not the point. Why are you… stop that right now!”
She got a smirk and a glint in her eye.
“As you wish.”
She stopped using her hand, and wrapped her lips back around me. She wasn’t getting me all the way down her throat, which I was glad to see. While it was apparent she had some experience with doing this, it was obvious she wasn’t a pro, no matter how great it was feeling. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off me, then, I helped her up.
As she stood, I noticed that she was naked. Big shock, “girl is naked while in the shower, news at eleven”.
For the first time since she was a small child I saw my daughter naked. Of course, the last time I saw her in the bathtub she didn’t have breasts as nice and firm as they were now. A woman’s chest was my favorite part of her body, and my daughter was very favorable… slightly bigger than a C cup, slightly smaller than a D. I couldn’t rightly tell. Her areolas were a rosy color the size of a 50 cent piece with over-sized nipples sticking straight out the front.
She started slowly jerking me off, again. I didn’t stop her.
“Katie, I want to know what’s going on. Why are you suddenly- oh, god, that feels good- why are you in the shower?”
She never stopped.
“I figured with the week you’ve had, you could use a little relaxation.”
“You need to learn to let go more, and to just relax.”
“And, you need to help me? Is that what this is all about?”
I grabbed her hand and took it off me.
“What is really going on?”
She sighed and put her head on my chest, the tepid water running over us.
“Well, you know I broke up with Jimmy.”
*So, you decided to molest your father in the shower?*
“Well, you see-“
She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts.
“Just- let me finish. Last week, when you and Mike had your date, I went to Jimmy’s house.”
Mike and I- what did she know?
“When I got there he had candles, soft music, and a romantic meal. I’d been thinking about and had decided this was going to be the night.”
She stopped talking and looked at her feet.
She continued to look down.
“We were both going to get our Associates this year and head to Penn State to finish up.”
She took another big sigh and put her hand on my chest, stopping anything I might say.
“After we graduated Trip C, I was going to give him my virginity as a graduation present before we went to main campus and moved in together. The only thing is I changed my mind last week.”
Well, I wasn’t ready for that bit of news. I had just figured that she had already lost her virginity.
“I thought the two of you had-“
She looked up at me
“You always told me to be sure my first time was exactly how I wanted, because it was only going to happen once and you didn’t want me to regret it. You told all us girls that… well, Michelle before, well, you know…. Well, Jimmy and I- I wasn’t sure, with us. I wasn’t sure.”
“And, last week, I was sure. So, anyway, when I got there, it was all roses, and wine, and mecidiyeköy escort soft music, and romance…. that’s not me. I wear ratty jeans and listen to KISS, and AC/DC, and Metallica, and the rest of the hard stuff. I like horror movies. When I go to concerts, I wear leather chokers with the points and gloves with the studs, and heavy black makeup.”
“I was there, I was horny, I had a few glasses of wine in me, and when we walked into his room, all I wanted in that moment was to get royally fucked.”
Language like that from my kids always drove me nuts, and I usually called them on it, but this was not the time.
“We got there, and he took his time kissing me, and getting me excited, and- every time I tried to escalate he would slow it down and try to keep it smoldering.”
“He wouldn’t choke me, he wouldn’t spank me, he wouldn’t- well, after a while a smoldering fire burns out if it isn’t fed. I finally got tired of being there, so I told him I was tired from all of the wine, got my panties on, and went to sleep. The next morning, I broke up with him and came home.”
“Why didn’t you just come home that night?”
“Because you and Mikey were having your special night.”
“What do you think-?”
“Dad, we all know what happened. Mike told us what was going to happen when he kicked us out of the house.”
I was starting to get pissed. No one was supposed to know about- I took a deep breath.
She grabbed my hands and held them up.
“He told us you took these hands, these fingers, and grabbed his tits. He said you used these fingers to pinch his nipples and sent tingles all through his body, and deep into his pussy, into places he never felt before.”
I started to get a familiar tingle at the memory She placed my hands on her breasts. Then, she touched my lips with her fingers.
“You took these lips and this tongue and licked and kissed him in locations none of us have felt before. It gave him the deepest, most intense, most exquisite pleasure. And, when you added your fingers, he told us it almost made him pass out. He said the orgasm was so huge and so long that he didn’t think, he was going to survive, and that he was going to die from the size of it. “
By this point I was in full on raging hard on mode. I was remembering and reliving that night, and hearing the events in my daughter’s voice- hearing the effect it had-
Katie lightly grabbed my throbbing manhood and began stroking it, yet again. My body was screaming for the release she said my son had felt two weeks earlier.
She knelt down before me as she continued to stroke me lightly. I don’t know how much experience she had with this, but she was stroking me in such a manner that the pressure inside my balls was building until it hurt, but she was not allowing me the sweet release I so demanded.
“This hot, throbbing, magical-“
She licked me from my nutsack to the head and put me into her mouth as far as she could get it, wrapped her tongue around it and pulled off.
“-tasty, man-sized piece of sex-god meat… he told us that when you shoved it deep inside him, it hurt, but the fact that he made you that horny and had you cum that hard made him feel a sense of power and love that he had never had before.”
“I want you to give me that. I want that experience. I want you to make me a woman. I want you to fuck me like no other man could even hope to.”
I stood her up and looked at her. She started kissing my chest. I knew with everything in my heart that this was wrong, but I couldn’t stop her. She began licking my nipples, and I began moaning. I was getting close to losing my load, and when it happened, it was going to be with such force, I was going to blow a hole in her leg. It was getting tougher, but I was holding on… until she took my nipple in her teeth and gently bit down.
I don’t know where the strength came from, but somehow, I fought of the rising pressure.
“STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!”
Much more of her teasing and I was going to cum so hard, I would be sterile for the next ten years. The water in the shower was ice cold by this point. I pushed Katie away and turned into the water. The cold would calm me, and “him” down.
“What’s wrong, Daddy? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Sweetheart, You’ve done nothing, you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. The problem is, you were doing everything perfectly fine. I was just- I couldn’t-“
“You mean, you were about to blow your load and paint the walls?”
“Something like that.”
She started to rub my back.
“Well, if my Daddy is not able to act like a big boy and keep his trigger from getting tripped-“
I had all I could take of this. For being a virgin, and, theoretically, not having any experience, she was an expert in teasing, controlling, and edging her men. She might have more practical experience than I knew about, I had allowed her istanbul escort to experience with me about all I was going to. She wanted to get fucked? Fine.
I turned and grabbed her by the shoulders.
“You want a ‘big boy’ to fuck you? Fine.”
I spun her around and pushed her, face first into the wall. She squeaked in surprise as she placed her hands up to prevent her from landing face first into the wall. I grabbed her arms and put my bodyweight against her as I began biting her right shoulder, right where it connected to her neck, causing her to gasp. These were, obviously, not sensations she had ever dealt with before. I felt the goosebumps starting to raise upon her arms.
“You wanna play around?” I smacked her ass, hard. “You want to tease me?”
“You want me to treat you like this?”
As the handprints on her ass began to show, I could see that her breathing was starting to get faster. I could see her squirming. She was pretending to fight me, but she was getting too excited to care what was going to happen next. This is what she had dreamed of, and it was happening to her. I stopped hitting and started on her neck, again.
As I continued to bite, lick, and kiss her neck I reached my hand around and grabbed her tit. I wasn’t being coy, or teasing, or trying to build the excitement. I was going full out and not giving her a chance to breathe. I started massaging both of her breasts and she started moaning. I stopped biting her and put my lips next to her ear.
“I am going to make you cum so hard you’re not going to be able to stand, then I am going to take my hard throbbing cock and shove it so far into your virginal pussy and fuck you so hard and fast you’ll pass out.”
As soon as I said that, I bit her earlobe and pinched and pulled her nipples with enough force for me to feel it through my fingers. She screamed in ecstasy and her body started shaking. As she screamed her way through her first orgasm that day, I released her right nipple and quickly moved down to her hair patch. I slid my middle finger through her dripping slit, got it wet, and attacked her clit. Her scream got louder, as she started wailing.
“OOOOOHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! I CAN’T SSS-SS-SSSTOOOOOOP!!!!”
Not giving her a chance to relax, I pulled her away from the wall, and bent her over, all the while still prolonging her pleasure. I used my fingers to open her while I maneuvered myself into position to be able to impale her. She started slowing down as I got the head of my throbbing cock into the opening her to cunt. As soon as I was in position, I wrapped my arms under hers, leaned against the wall and shoved into her as forcefully as I could.
As I was hard enough to use my pecker as a support beam for the Eiffel Tower, and she had pussy juice running down her legs, I had very little resistance as I broke through her cherry. She screamed with a combination of pain, pleasure, and the newness of what was happening to her. I didn’t stop to let her get used to the sensation, and I didn’t let up. She wanted to get fucked, and I was going to fuck her until I couldn’t take it.
“Oh, FUCK!” she screamed. “oh, fu- oh, fu- oh… FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! F…F…F…F………FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”
It was a good thing that we had the non-slip pads in the bottom of the shower, because I was able to plant my feet, and maintain that stability as I pounded the hell out of my daughter. If she had not asked for this, and had not tortured me until I agreed, it would be a slam dunk case of a brutal rape, I was fucking her so viciously.
About 30 seconds into her initiation into being a sexual being, I started to feel that pressure building in my balls. I knew it was about over for me. It was also about that time, that Katie’s legs gave out on her. It was a good thing I was holding her up, or she would have fallen, and taken me with her, hurting us both. I did my best to hold her up as I kept on with the assault.
“I can’t. I can’t,” she complained. “Stop, please. I- I can’t take- I- I can’t- uh- uh-uh- AAAARRRRRRRRRGH!!!”
As she screamed, I began pumping gallons of semen into my daughter. It seemed that I was never going to stop. I continued pumping in and out of her freshly abused fuck hole as I emptied my nutsack… although, it seemed I was never going to run out. As my cock finished it’s mission and began to deflate, far too quickly for my taste, Katie regained her voice.
“Please, Daddy, I need you to stop. I can’t take it anymore. Please-“
I kissed her neck tenderly as I held her up against my chest.
“Shhhh… Shhh… quiet, now. It’s OK. Daddy’s done. You’re safe, now. There’s no more.”
She nodded her head sleepily.
“OK,” she whispered. “OK”.
I turned her around so I could hold her and let her put her head in my chest. As I did, I noticed she had blood running down her legs. Despite the build up and her ability to- I started getting a tingle, again- she really had been a virgin, and I really had tore up that pussy.
“Can you stand up, Sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh, I think so.”
I moved her over to stand under the, now, freezing water.
“Shh. It’s OK. I’m going to clean you up, and then we’ll let you get some rest.”
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