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"Damn, Milos was right; these baked onion rings are great. Hell if I'll let him know that, though." Ben took another pull on his craft beer. As crazy as Milos was, this gay sports bar was making them both a lot of money, perhaps as much because of the irony.

The waiter, with fashionable facial hair, dressed in a football jersey with a cheerleader's skirt came up, asking if he would like another beer.

"Sure, but make it a good German beer this time. Can I ask about the outfit? Why the cheerleader's skirt? Most guys in here aren't looking for a skirt."

"What would you know, 'Mr. Couldn't possibly be more in the wrong place?' The skirt is a great way to make sure I get a special kind of attention."

Ben didn't mind the attitude that he often got in one of Milos' thriving establishments. He knew that almost every patron, and most of the staff, had been checking him out. Even at 47, Ben Johnson was 6'1", a lean 210, square jawed, bald and beautiful. No doubt to anyone he was a top. Every bottom in the place seemed to be trying to catch his eye. Many other tops were also intrigued.

Ben was also in a very forgiving mood because as a minority partner in this place, he ate and drank for free. There was also the money; Ben and Milos had hit upon a great idea for a string of restaurants and gay clubs. Milos would run the day to days, Ben was the builder and property guy. The third partner, the straw that stirred the drink, the music that made everything dance, was Melissa.

As he had arrived alone in Vegas tonight he was totally committed to 'What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas!'

Finishing his excellent, strong German beer, he noticed a scrawny k** enter the place. Baggy sweatshirt, baggy white basketball shorts, baseball cap on askew, with a very awkward walk; a walk that suggested someone trying to act tough and controlling, but in reality couldn't wait to submit to a large, strong man, like Ben, to name an example totally at random. The k** took a seat at the end of the bar, trying to assess the sea of flesh from a slightly out of the way vantage point.

The k** drew some amused looks, but no real attention. He ordered a plain coke, as if hoping someone would buy him a drink, while simultaneously trying to avoid anybody talking to him. After 15 minutes or so, curiosity got the best of Ben, and he ordered the k** a drink, a white wine spritzer.

Trying to play cool, the k** started to drink before looking Ben's way to nod thanks for the drink. With a small amount left, the k** moved over to Ben's table, secluded from large parts of the main area.

"Thank you for the drink. May I sit here?"

"Well, I am supposed to be waiting for a business colleague, a young, beautiful woman, but she is completely unreliable." Ben worked very hard to suppress a laugh when the k**'s face showed an involuntary pout at his last comment. "I'm Ben. What brings you here tonight?" Ben was not at all looking to pick someone up tonight, but he had to know what this k**'s game was.

"Uh, I just came into watch the game." The k**'s false tenor voice and fake bravado would have forced Ben to do a spit take, if he had anything in his mouth. As it was a gay sports bar, the main screen featured a men's diving competition, hardly the sort of thing that would draw in regular sports bar denizens.

"Uh huh, and what's your name?"

"Olaf."

This time Ben could not contain his guffaw. "Olaf like a viking, or Olaf the animated snow thing?"

"Just Olaf."

"OK, Olaf. Please join me." The k** nervously sat down.

"Olaf, don't you know what kind of place this is?" Ben was enjoying this conversation, trying hard not to laugh at this k**.

"Its a sports bar, see there's sports on the TV." The k**'s delicate timid sip from his wine spritzer conveyed someone who knew less about sports than Ben knew about faster than light interdimensional travel.

"Its a gay sports bar, and all of these men in here would love to take you home and make you their toy, if you know what I mean."

Olaf had an expression of almost terror. "Oh no! Like they want me to suck on their peepee and let them put it in my private? No, I can't ever do that!" The intended look of revulsion instead clearly indicated desire.

"Of course have you suck on their 'peepee.' In fact calling it a 'peepee' almost screams a confused, conflicted desire to examine a big one up close and personal." He dropped his hand softly onto Olaf's knee. "Your soft, smooth legs definitely want someone to stroke and caress them."

Olaf was obviously enjoying Ben's touch, and was unconvincing asking him to stop.

Ben took what was left of his strong, dark, German beer, and intentionally poured it on Olaf's crotch. "Oh no, it looks like you will have to come back to my hotel room and get cleaned up." Ben's lascivious smile was obvious to the nuns four miles away.

"Oh dear. Am I gonna have to suck on your peepee, Ben?"

"Only if you want to, but I think you already know the answer to that." With that Ben stood up, took Olaf around the waist, and walked a block and half to the very posh hotel that Milos arranged for him.

Arriving in the art deco style room room, Ben grabbed a ridiculously soft towel from the luxurious granite and gold plated bath. Sitting on the edge of the huge king size bed he tried to clean up Olaf.

"Oh Ben, please don't, you will touch my penis, and that is baaad. And please don't touch my pink, puckered, pretty, perfumed, and lubed up bumhole. Daddy says to never let someone else touch my privates." Olaf was trying to convey shock at Ben's actions, but not doing a very good job. Ben liked Olaf's daddy issues.

"Olaf, let me show you what a real penis looks like." He stood up, undid his belt, pulled down his pants freeing his six inch penis. Olaf gasped, staring at this real man's penis in front of him, with an immense head compared to the shaft. Olaf u*********sly licked his lips. "See, it looks like you like my cock, but you are not even making a dent in your shorts."

Ben tugged down Olaf's shorts, revealing lacy pale blue boy shorts. Despite the name, they were most definitely feminine panties, with a nice smooth form with a very slight vertical indentation in the front. Ben lifted Olaf's sweatshirt revealing very firm, full B cup breasts encased in a matching pale blue bra.

"Olaf, are you sure you're a boy? Those are definitely panties, and you do not have a bulge from a penis. You have a bra supporting magnificent girlie boobies."

"Oh yes Ben, I am definitely a boy." With that Olaf pulled down her panties exposing her vagina. Pointing at her clit she said "See, there is my penis right there."

"Olaf, you are definitely a girl, and that is not a penis, it is your clitoris!"

"Ben, you are such a silly, I was born a boy, so I must still be a boy, right?"

"Olaf, did your mommy or daddy ever tell you where babies come from?" She pretend shock, placing her hand over her mouth drawn into a gasping "o" shape.

"My Mommy was a bitch that ran away, and daddy is a real dummy." Her giggle plainly betraying her femininity. "He keeps trying to teach me, but he always puts it in the wrong place."

Ben reached around Olaf and expertly unhooked her bra, then tossed the lithe 5'6" girl on onto the bed, quickly grabbing the lube he had stashed in the nightstand (truthfully, he had stashed lubes in multiple locations around the room, always expecting one to be handy). "Maybe I should try and show you where babies come from. This is your vagina, where a man puts his penis. This is your clitoris, or clit, and it should feel real good when it is touched." Olaf sighed, whined and panted as Ben touched the various parts, especially the clit. As she laid down while Ben touched her, he swung his leg over her, straddling her with his cock hanging down in her face.

"Oh my Ben, Daddy never showed me any of that! Show me what else a vagina and clitoris does!" Ben began to eagerly lick Olaf's pussy. He licked around her clit, while lightly stroking the entrance to her vagina. With Ben's cock in her mouth her breathing sounded distorted, taking the whole thing easily in her mouth.

She was working up and down the whole length, expertly applying pressure to the shaft, creating friction on the corona of the head, and tickling his balls. In turn Ben had begun to circle her clit faster, and actively tickling her asshole and vagina, now slightly entering, going deeper each time. He had quickly reached full depth in the pussy and asshole. Being on top he was able to reach very deep up her asshole.

She began to thrash around as the pressure of pleasure was building. She was trying desperately to get Ben off before she came, but she just couldn't do it, and the damn burst, shaking every muscle fiber in her body. Despite the convulsions and contractions she was trying to keep her focus on Ben's cock, but he pulled away as her orgasm subsided. He flipped around to lie next to the gorgeous raven haired 23 year old.

"Oh p*o! You never let me swallow anymore! I haven't swallowed your cum since my birthday last fall! You're getting mean!" Her indignant scowl inches from Ben's face.

"Happy Fifth Anniversary Melissa! I love you!"

"Happy Anniversary to you too, you big meanie. Don't know why I love you, guess I'm stuck!" Her angry face, with her tongue sticking out was an expression Ben couldn't resist, and he kissed her again.

"Hardy har har. You couldn't live without me! If you're stuck, it's only because there is no place in the world you would rather be."

With the most darling impish smile on her face she leaned in to kiss him. "Only partly true. It took me too long to get you the way I want you, I'm not letting all of my hard work go to waste. Or worse, let someone else snatch you up."

"You so funny. By the way, I love the haircut. You've been growing your hair out for 5 years, this page boy cut is AWESOME, but such a big change" He leaned back a little, to make a very honest appraisal of her new style. He was running his fingers through her now very short hair, caressing the back of her head.

"I'm glad you like the hair. I was feeling so confident with the way I look, everything going so well at work, I wanted to try." She leaned her head on his hand, happy that she could pull off such a bold look. And she felt more happy still that he appreciated it.

"Sweetie, you are the most gorgeous, confident, beautiful, feminine woman I know. You look spectacular. Though even bald you would still be hot."

"Thank you" she said sweetly embracing him, "and thanks a lot" she said trying to hit him with a pillow, working it in between her own tongue twirling around his. "You're still a rude meanie!" Her adorable pout was one of his all-time favorite expressions.

"Oh Baby Girl, I love it when you suck and swallow, but I am not as young as I used to be, and it takes me too long to recharge, and I would much rather cum in your pussy or in your ass," trying to win her over with his puppy dog eyes, though it rarely worked.

Melissa scoffed "You were in way worse shape 5 years ago. You were a wreck. Now you are hot, and I mean 'HHHHOTTAH.' All of my friends think so, they're actually jealous. If you let me swallow back then you should be able to manage way better now. Besides, I have been slipping you Viagra for a few days, so you should be able to keep going even after I swallow." Her mischievous grin belied a serious determination. "I want more orgasms in the next 24 hours than I ever had in any other day."

"Alright, missy, you win, suck away! But if I can't stay hard enough to keep going, it's your own fault!" Melissa knew she would win, but it was always good that her wins were really his wins, too.

"Ahh Daddy, I love you so much!" She flung herself on top of him, kissing him with everything she had. She rubbed her B cup breasts against Ben's not too hairy chest.

She loved the way the hair kind of made a 'T' shape across his nipples and down to his navel. She loved the way it tickled her nipples as she rubbed against him while sucking his tongue into her mouth. She loved her Daddy with her whole heart.

She flipped around and proffered her ass to her Daddy, and began to suck him in earnest. She loved sucking his dick, loved swallowing his cum. A few nights after her 18th birthday, when she was supposed to be out with friends, she saw her mom suck Daddy.

She was so fascinated by the scene, wondering if sucking his cock was as wonderful as it seemed. When Daddy started to fuck mom, Melissa wasn't able to see it very well, but the sounds they made it seem like the most wonderful thing ever.

While Melissa was sucking Daddy's cock, Ben tongue fucked his daughter's pussy, tickling her clit with his right index finger, while the first two left hand fingers worked her asshole.

Having already been stimulated kissing Daddy, rubbing her nipples against his chest, she reached another orgasm quickly. Since they had arrived in Vegas separately, Ben assumed, correctly, that Melissa had been playing with her favorite toy before getting dressed up to meet him at Milos' place.

He found the six inch pink bulbous headed dildo under the pillow on her side of the bed. He collected the lube and liberally slicked up the toy. Melissa squealed "Cheater!" as she felt it against her asshole, the squealed in delight when he simultaneously gently inserted the toy in her ass and two fingers deep in her pussy and his tongue on her clit.

Daddy licking her clit, finger fucking her while he fucked her asshole with the toy was her second favorite thing in the whole world. She could never last more than 3 minutes when Daddy got the combination working. Her longest ever was 2 minute 52 seconds. She knew, she had timed it dozens of times. One time she barely lasted 34 seconds. She loved the combo so much it usually wiped her out for a while, and really hated it when he used it so early in the festivities.

The race was on, could she get Daddy to cum before he made her cum. As effective as Daddy's technique was, she had some tricks of her own. She pulled her hips far enough forward to break contact with his tongue, which also gave her enough of an angle to not only go all the way down his shaft, but to also nuzzle her nose against his testicles that she was gently cradling.

Combined with his earlier stimulation, he blew a huge load into her desperately hungry mouth. She squealed with glee as he shot, expertly catching every last drop. After slowly savoring it going down her throat, she finally leaned back to let Daddy's tongue finish her off 27 seconds later.

She lumbered back over to collapse against his chest, to be held and cuddled.

"I love you Daddy. I can't believe it's been 5 years since you made me your woman! Did I tell you that 'The Bitch' has been trying to contact me, now that I'm all 'interesting'?"

"No, you haven't. You don't have to call your mother 'The Bitch' just because I do."

"I know Daddy, but I guess part of me is afraid that if I am ever nice to her, she'll try to take us away from each other. Besides, if she weren't 'The Bitch' we wouldn't be together, so in a way it's an honorary title!"

Ben couldn't contain the belly laugh. "Damn it you are so smart, and so beautiful!" He pulled her up for a slow, passionate kiss. "Baby Girl, do you have any regrets? This is so not the life you started out to live."

"I know it's not the life I thought I wanted, but I am way too happy to have any regrets. Transitioning has made me happier than I could ever dream. It finally got me right. If I had stayed male, I would be miserable, or even suicidal. Even if I had transitioned and not had the SRS I wouldn't be as happy as I am now. Being a woman completely was the only way for me to be completely happy. How can I ever regret doing what would make me truly happy?"

"You are right, as always, and so much wiser than me. But still, I can't believe how terribly you pass for a boy. Never made me think you were a boy!"

She tried to giggle and pout at the same time, totally ruining the effect of both. "I can so pass!" Snuggled into Daddy she began to idly kiss his nipple and tickle his penis.

"Honey, I don't know how with all of your high school theater experience, actually having been born a boy, how bad you were at passing! But I can't possibly tell you enough how happy I am that you are the woman you are."

"Ooh Daddy, I'm getting you hard again! Hurry up and get inside me!"

Ben grabbed the lube again, then teased Melissa's the opening to Melissa's pussy with the tip of his cock. After a very stern look from his lover Ben went in. Getting his rhythm, he grabbed the dildo, using the extra lube on his fingers and with his long arms was able to reach around Melissa's ass cheek and insert the pink dildo in her pink pucker.

"You dirty super cheater!" she squealed in protest, which was was immediately drowned out by her squeal of pleasure.

"I really don't deserve you, but I will always try to make you happy. You know, when they write the story of our lives, this is the point where they will flash back to how it all began."

*****While Ben is making love to his lover who is his daughter who was born his son, Ben had no idea how right he was about the flash back to the beginning 5 years and several weeks ago.*****

"'The most wonderful time of the year' my ass! I might just bust a few teeth from the next month that wishes me 'Happy Holidays!'" Ben Johnson, 42, was dreading his office holiday party that night. Through excruciating experience he had learned to never ask 'How could it get worse?' because it always did.

His wife was distant, how could it get worse? She was cheating on him with the manager they hired for the business he started. How could it get worse? She was divorcing him to marry that asshole prick employee. How could it get worse than that? The divorce was going to bankrupt him.

Now, 3 weeks before X-mas, he was feeling about as low as he could go.

"Eli, I have my work holiday party tonight, so it looks like you are on your own for dinner."

"No sweat dad, I'll probably just grab a pizza or hang with some friends." Hesitating, Eli managed to blurt out what he was feeling. "Dad, you should really get a date. I know mom leaving hurt, but it's time to get on with your life."

Eli was a pretty smart k**, reduced to living at home while going to a junior college because the bitch had also cleaned out his college fund. Eli was usually more a face in the crowd, never the real center of attention. 'Grabbing a pizza with friends' more often meant hanging with whichever friend was willing to let him tag along.

This was probably one of the things that most infuriated Ben about the ex-bitch, the disregard she gave Eli. Eli had always been more of a mommy's boy. He would do anything for his mom's approval, but she almost never give it. Eli was well established in high school theater, even landing major supporting roles, but the bitch always knocked him for not getting the lead. It seemed that what Eli most wanted in life was to be accepted, wanted.

He certainly never got that from his mother. Ben was unsure how much Eli got from his friends. Ben had always been very supportive and engaged with Eli, but that certainly did not seem like enough."I appreciate the concern son, but there is not a chance in Hell that I am asking anyone to this thing tonight." The divorce had also done physical damage to Ben, taking his trim waistline and hair line.

Eli could see the emotional and physical toll his father had paid. Ending up in a crappy job with a former competitor was additionally depressing. Eli never shed a tear about his mom leaving, but had shed a few knowing what state his dad was in. And not just since the divorce; Eli was not sure that Ben had ever felt true love, the complete emotional and physical bond.

"There's Stephanie, gotta go. Dad, try to have fun tonight."

"Go, learn something."

Eli ran out the door to catch a ride with his hot, blonde, buxom friend Stephanie. Ben always hoped that Eli would figure it out enough to get a girlfriend like that. Instead it was if he was typecast into a perpetual friend role.

"Damn bitch! I hope that whatever STD she eventually contracts will be both humiliating and painful!" Reflecting on the ex-bitch at a time he was feeling so low was a bad combination. Ben tried to shake his head loose, but it felt minorly effective at best.

Since the divorce Ben's thoughts had turned much darker and more unusual inquiries dominated his web surfing. He wondered if the last day passed slowly or quickly for condemned prisoners. Ben's 8 hours at work felt like 80, as the hour of doom approached.

Returning home for a quick shower, Ben put on the only suit he had that fit, a department store rack special. He thought it looked like a suit that someone might wear at a trial. Not the lawyers, but the guy on trial.

The restaurant was nice enough, part off a small chain of upscale steak houses. Ben drew a very deep breath and entered the private dining room. The place was reasonably fancy, reddish carpets, mahogany paneled walls, brass fixtures everywhere, and the most welcome feature of all, the open bar. Festive holiday decorations filled every corner, and a piano player adding jazzy versions of festive tunes.

Ben wanted to disappear, but that would be too obvious. Just standing at the bar drinking wouldn't do any good either. Best strategy was to grab a drink, and hang on the outer fringe of the largest group, so it looked like he was socializing, without really having to be a part of anything.

About 30 minutes after arriving Eli's friend Stephanie was trying to get his attention. He would have excused himself, but nobody was paying attention anyway.

"Mr. Johnson. . ."

"Stephanie please, just call me Ben." Being called 'Mr. Johnson' made him feel like he was at his own funeral.

"Ben, can we talk in the hall?" She was apprehensive about something. "Eli is worried about you, and he has gone to great pains to get you a date tonight. When you see what he has planned your first reaction is going to be it will never work. I guarantee it will work, if you don't ruin it." Her pointed finger inches from his nose helped drive that point home

She lead him to the hostess station where Ben was shocked to see a gorgeous, tall, slender, raven haired beauty in a red evening dress and knee high leather boots. As she turned, Ben started to dry heave, seeing Eli wearing the dress.

"Eli?" Ben made himself hoarse with his bellowing whisper. Ben was dizzy beyond belief.

"Yes Daddy, it's me." He even sounded like a girl.

"Eli, what the hell?"

"You need help tonight so badly, so can I be your date?" Eli's voice was so natural, soft, soothing.

"Eli, is this your way of coming out?" Ben had never blocked his son out, always tried to support him. This was not i*****l, just him going to great lengths to be helpful. Ben could not stand himself if he ever made Eli feel unwanted, rejected. If Ben was honest about the way he had tried to raise Eli, he had to let him do this.

Eli giggled, "No Daddy, I'm not gay. I just want to be your date."

Stephanie had told Ben that it was guaranteed to work if Ben didn't screw it up. He gulped desperately. "You look amazing. I would be honored if you would be my date tonight."

Eli flashed a smile that could light a stadium, took him by the hand and led him into the party.

Ben was not sure how he would introduce Eli, so he figured keep it stupid simple.

Ben really needed another drink at this point. A wine cooler for Eli, a scotch for himself, and availing themselves of some shrimp cocktail from a passing waiter. He gulped it in one shot, hoping the burn would wake him up from this reality. Eli still stood there, looking unbelievably beautiful. He asked for another scotch. "Eli, why?"

Eli stood very close to Ben, looking up into his brown eyes. "I love you Daddy, and you made it clear that you wouldn't get a date on your own, so I became a woman for you. I am worried about you Daddy, if you won't help yourself, then I will do it for you."

Ben simply couldn't sort things out fast enough. His son was dressing as a woman to help him. Eli was calling him 'Daddy;' for the last 10 years it had just been 'Dad.'. To say Ben was conflicted is like saying the Chicago Cubs have a spotty World Series record. This was insane, yet possible. This was so wrong, yet he had vowed to support and accept his son.

"You make a lovely woman, I appreciate that effort. Thank you Eli."

"I am glad you think I am lovely." Eli blushed and turned his head in a small, very demure, even feminine, gesture to hide his blushing. But it was not from embarrassment. Eli was relishing the compliments that Daddy paid him. Turning back to face Ben, sucking the sauce from a jumbo shrimp in his most seductive fashion, Eli whispered in a sultry voice "Because I have every intention of pleasing you like a woman."

Ben finally understood the term 'slack jawed.' There was no doubt that lust was now the driving force behind his decision making tonight. His ex-wife only ever gave him two blow jobs in their 19 years together, and they both sucked, in the bad way. The second one was the last time they had sex, just before the Bitch left him. He never got to fuck her in the ass. Now, this younger, more beautiful version of her was indicating that both would be expected tonight.

The CEO snuck up on them with mistletoe, the crowd cheering and jeering them on for a kiss. It was a kiss that was controlled, directed by Ben's lust. He kissed Eli with a smoldering intensity, growing desire and tongue. Eli responded swirling his tongue around Ben's. They finally broke hearing the raucous applause.

The rest of the night was a blur, a whirlwind of sights, sounds, sensations. As they were leaving Ben very intentionally let his hand slip to Eli's ass. Eli respond be walking a bit slower and closer, forcing Ben's grasp to become firmer, more intimate.

In the parking lot Eli threw himself against Ben, shamelessly thrusting his tongue into Daddy's mouth, and feeling Ben's cock push out against his trousers.

"Eli, we can't do this. I am your father. Worse, you're my son. This just isn't right."

"Daddy, tonight I am just a girl that wants you to feel loved." Staying inches from Ben's face, Eli asked "Do I look like your son? Or sound like him? Or feel or smell like him?" He pulled Ben in and kissed him deeply, swirling their tongues together. "Do I taste like your son? No? Then take me home and treat me like someone who isn't your son."

Ben cast away his doubts, and raced home before they could catch up to him again. Arriving at home he picked Eli up, carrying and kissing him to the bedroom. Eli quickly pushed off Ben's jacket, dropped to his knees and undid his belt. Eli took one last breath to ready himself, and dropped Ben's trousers and boxers. Ben's cock was fully erect at six inches, standing at a surprising angle.

Eli hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the base and gently began to kiss the tip. He started off following Stephanie's instructions on how to give a blow job, then quickly started improvising, learning what Ben liked. Ben liked it all, but he especially liked when Eli would suck on the whole head with some force.

Eli was stroking the shaft with his right hand, tickling the balls with his left, and sucking the head and as much shaft as he could manage. Ben's reactions filled Eli with joy, confidence and increasing lust. Eli had no idea how good it would feel to make someone else so happy; feeling the growing enveloping bond shared between man and woman in the physical expression of love.

Eli was working Ben's cock with feverish enthusiasm, kissing, licking, and sucking. A tear ran down Eli's cheek as he saw the pure happiness on Daddy's face. All Eli wanted was for Ben to find a moment of happiness and release that had eluded him for so long. Ben was now gyrating his hips back and forth, the pleasure was so intense. His cock began to tense and Eli clamped down, waiting for everything to shoot down his throat.

Ben's contractions were ferocious, the cum shooting from his dick in pulsating jets. Eli was overwhelmed by the sensations of taste, texture and accomplishment. Eli tried to show Daddy the glistening prize that he had won, but it started to dribble out of his mouth. He started to swallow, and getting about half the load down, stuck out his tongue to show it coated in a pearly sheen, then swallowing the rest. Eli went back to Ben's cock to get every last drop.

"My goodness, you have become my very dirty girl, haven't you?" Ben had a very authoritative, kind and gentle tone. Eli felt completely happy and safe surrendering to Ben; Eli would do anything and everything that Ben asked. Ben was gently pulling Eli up into another deep passionate kiss

"I love you Daddy. Anything to make you happy." Eli's eyes sparkled, wanting this night to stretch on forever.

"I love you too, sweetie." Something clicked for Eli at that moment, a realization of how caring, accepting Ben was. Eli had already accomplished what he set out to do, but he was not about to stop now.

Eli pulled Ben in for another kiss, latching himself around Ben's neck and allowing himself to be lifted an inch or two off the floor. Eli felt like he was flying. When Ben finally started to pull Eli's zipper down, Eli felt a freedom that was impossible to describe. Eli pushed Ben onto the unmade queen bed and began to do a striptease.

Eli slowly removed the leather boots, then the red dress. Turning around, he pulled his thong down, revealing his asshole, pink and perfumed (thanks to Stephanie). Eli slowly climbed on the bed on top of Daddy.

"Eli, I love you, and thank you for tonight. Are you sure you want to go through with this next part? You must be completely sure." Ben was feeling like there might be more beyond just this night, and getting Eli to state out loud that he wanted this might be key to more future encounters.

"Daddy, a girl was made to be penetrated. I love you, and I want to do this so badly, I want to be your dirty girl. Please, do not stop now, or I will be very angry with you." The pleading in Eli's eyes was so plain that Ben knew there was a future for them, if he was smart.

"Very well then, my beautiful, dirty girl, I will penetrate you. But we have to get you ready first."

"I trust you Daddy. You can do whatever you want to me." Eli's voice and expression was submissive, pleading, lustful.

Ben lubed his fingers on his left hand liberally and lying next to Eli, kissing his c***d while teasing Eli's sphincter. Eli's moans of pleasure grew steadily as Ben began to enter. Ben's long strong fingers were able to find Eli's prostate. In a very short span Eli was thrashing on the bed, nearly shrieking into Ben's mouth.

Eli had an orgasm from the very center of his being, wildly thrashing like a prized sport fish. Though his small penis was as erect as it had ever been, he did not shoot any cum. There was a leak, a flow of cum, but no jets. But no matter, shooting cum never felt like this, and Eli could care less if he never shot cum from his penis again.

"Wow Baby, you seemed to like being penetrated just fine."

Eli had no time for obvious assessments with a sarcastic undertone. Still panting to catch his breath, Eli barely managed to indicate "GET YOUR COCK IN ME NOW!"

"As you wish, dirty girl! Now I will go very slowly, and it will hurt some, but just think how good another orgasm like that will feel."

"OK Daddy, I'm ready, please, Please fuck me!"

Ben left Eli laying on his back, putting a few pillows under his ass. Getting his dick lubed he teased Eli's puckered hole. Eli was writhing in anticipation and impatience. Ben began to push against the entrance slowly. Eli was biting a corner of a pillow, trying to keep relaxed. Ben felt a bit of a pop as he got his head inside.

"You okay Baby, I think that was the worst of it."

Eli's eyes were clamped shut, leaving Ben a bit confused. "It feels good, but a bit more lube, please?"

"Of course Sweetie." Ben pulled out and added lube. Going back in was a bit looser, but still very tight. "Princess, you have to relax a bit, you are clamping down on me. Just relax."

Ben caressed Eli's small penis as a distraction. "OH DADDY! Ooh I love you touching my clit!" It only took a few strokes before Eli shot his load, which Ben had aimed it up toward Eli's chest. Eli began to scoop it up and swallow. "Hmm, your cum tastes better! Good to know!" The devilish grin was made all the more wicked by a tiny string of cum running from the corner. That wicked smile perfectly expressed Eli's wicked desires.

Ben chuckled. "I'm all the way in your ass now princess. Are you okay?"

"Daddy, I can't believe how OK I am." Eli reached up to Ben and pulled him down for a kiss. Ben propped himself on his elbows so he could kiss Eli while pounding his ass. Eli's hips were at an excellent height and angle, and Ben was able to push very deep. Eli was gasping for Ben's kisses like a drowning person gasping for air.

Ben could tell with his long strokes he was easily hitting Eli's prostate. The sensations were assaulting Eli's brain like a hurricane. In the eye of that storm, Eli's emotions were calm and serene. Eli's love for Ben had transcended the father c***d. Eli loved Ben in the strongest romantic sense; Eli wanted to spend his life with Ben.

Eli's orgasm came almost as a result of that realization. It was almost cosmic, Eli almost able to grasp the vast size and power of the galaxy. His screams of pleasure were so loud that they could probably expect the cops to come knocking before too long. His rectum grabbed Ben's cock so firmly that it almost sucked the orgasm from Ben's balls.

"HOLY SHIT, Baby Girl! I have never seen some come as hard as you just did! I've never had two orgasms that close before! This was a mistake! People in real life never have orgasms like these! It only happens in erotic stories!"

Eli giggled, but thought he might be right. Never had Eli even guessed that it was possible to have such bliss. Eli realized that his few misbegotten attempts at sex were nothing compared to making love. "So, did you enjoy your date, Daddy?"

Ben snuggled up behind Eli, and was asleep in less than 10 minutes. Eli's great contentment and happiness also brought a raging paranoia; if he fell asleep would he awake to find it had all been a dream?

About 3 AM Eli stirred with a great need to pee. He was infinitely relieved to still be in Daddy's arms. In the bathroom he noticed that his asshole and inside of his thighs were both crusty and slimy, further attesting to the load that Daddy had blown in his ass.

At 6:30 Eli was awoken by the sound of the shower running. A few minutes later light from the master bath charged unwelcome into the bedroom and onto the bed.

"Good morning sleepy head. Did you sleep OK? Your mother always complained about my snoring, but since she complained about everything, I never knew if it was actually very bad." Ben's ridiculously chipper tone caused Eli to burrow deeper under the covers. "I'm going take a lap around the complex, clean up if you use my shower. Eli, thanks for last night, I needed that."

Things had changed for Eli last night in the best way possible. Now he was distraught, unable to tell if those changes were permanent. Eli took a shower in his bathroom, crying the entire time. He had so hoped for a morning encore, but not even a kiss. Eli was terrified that this was a onetime thing.

Stephanie called about noon, dying to know how it went. She could not make out anything over the sobbing. Fearing that Ben had physically assaulted Eli she rushed over as quickly as possible.

"Stephanie, it was beyond amazing. I can't even describe it. When he was fucking me the only thing that made sense was that I was falling in love. Now I feel SOSOSOSOSOSO STUPID! It was a one night thing, that's all, WHY DID I WANT MORE?" Eli's sobbing drowned out any further explanation.

"Eli, I want you to know that I am not judging you, but do you think you might be gay?"

"I don't know, but I don't think so. All I know is that while I was with Daddy, everything seemed perfect. But now, I am so confused."

"Eli, there is only one thing to do, go shopping!" Stephanie dragged Eli into clothing stores, lingerie shops, even a novelty shop where one could buy aids if one was feeling lonely, or even underappreciated.

Eli was shocked to get home and discover a pink babydoll nightie, a four pack of lacy boy short panties in various colors, 2 bras with breast forms and a 6 inch dildo. He assumed that everything they were getting was for Stephanie.

Stephanie pointed out every guy at the mall. It was certain that Eli was not attracted to guys in general. But it was equally plain that Eli was not attracted to any girls they saw.

Despite the lack of attraction, Eli was diligently spying each one, keeping a real time catalogue on faults, flaws and fails, as well as jealous appreciation for what they did right.

Eli did not see Ben that night, but got a text saying Ben was going to a movie with Bonnie Larsen, a woman he knew in the apartment complex where they lived.

The next day, Sunday, Ben hung around the house. He was friendlier than before the party, and he didn't deny what they had done. He did not make any indication that he thought it was a mistake, but also gave zero indication that it was to be repeated.

That following week was as miserable a week as any Eli could ever recall. He saw his dad infrequently. When Ben announced he had a date on Saturday night, Eli was overcome with nausea.

Eli had been so distracted he had not really paid attention to the shopping bag sitting lonely, unopened on the floor, from the previous weekend's shopping trip, the bag with the panties and dildo. He absentmindedly stripped, put on the panties, and inserted a lubed dildo up his ass.

On Saturday, Ben did not even come home. Eli slept in the babydoll nightie, without the panties, and masturbated with the dildo again. Later in the week, when putting laundry away, Eli saw that Ben had washed and folded the panties and the nightie. Ben was very supportive, even leaving $100 cash if Eli wanted to go shopping again.

The next weekend Stephanie took Eli shopping again, buying makeup essentials, and a few more items of lingerie. Eli had completely switched to wearing panties, and masturbating with the dildo almost every day. One night he put on makeup, his babydoll nightie, and had left his bedroom door open, trying to get Ben to notice.

"Enjoy yourself, but make sure your door is closed." Ben was smiling, but not indicating in any way that he would assist Eli. Eli was getting desperate, that night with Daddy really had changed everything, and Eli wanted more.

Finally, leading up to New Year's Eve Eli had a shot. Ben had mentioned that getting a date for New Year's Eve was too much pressure for a man that had just started dating again. Eli went all out in getting ready, far surpassing what he and Stephanie had done for the office party.
When Ben came in he saw a vision in light blue. Eli had a light brunette wig done up very elegantly. The breast forms gave him a stunning, but not too big bust line. Eli had even mastered 3 inch heels. Ben was ecstatic to take Eli to a nice party, having gotten a new suit for himself.

The dinner and dancing were amazing. Returning home, Eli again sucked Ben's cock, Ben again laid next to Eli, kissing him while fingering his ass. But this time he fucked Eli doggy style. Ben was not mean, but he did not have the same tenderness and kindness; this was simply sex, not lovemaking.

The first weeks of the New Year passed Eli's window like a blundering gray smudge. The dreary post-holiday season was a pale, dreary copy of Eli's own depression. It took two weeks for Eli to notice that Ben had not had a date since New Year's, with Eli. Leading up to Valentine's Day, Ben asked Eli out on a date.

Eli was overjoyed, and he and Stephanie again hit the mall. Eli's enthusiasm was not to be contained, and he made every penny work. Ben had tickets to the theater, and Eli loved the theater. Eli was resplendent in a silver dress. His own raven hair was now long enough for styling.

As wonderful as the evening was, that night they just had sex. Eli was more convinced than ever that there is a great gulf between sex and making love. This wasn't even wild, vulgar, passionate fucking; it was actually very by the numbers. In many ways, it was worse than if they had never done it again.

It broke Eli's heart; it seemed to be much along the lines of what Ben and the ex bitch did before the divorce. Had the passion, the tenderness, the love gone completely? Was Eli just a place filler, the option of someone trying to play it overly safe? After three dates was Eli already marked as the 'future ex?'

Eli had been crying in his room when Ben got home. After a quick meal, Eli retreated to his room.

"Eli, care to watch a movie with me?" Eli brightened up a bit. Aside from big dates, it was really the first time they had hung out together since before the office party. In the fog over the past several weeks, Eli hadn't realized he was wearing pink sweatpants and a pink long sleeve t-shirt.

Ben had selected a movie that was a murder mystery/romantic comedy. He grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, and then sat on the right end of the couch, offering Eli, on the left side, one of the beers. Eli reached over, and then just kind of stayed in the middle.

Half way through the movie Eli had slid all the way over to snuggle up to Ben. Ben put his arm around Eli, pulling him in close. Before Eli had even noticed, he had been pulled into Daddy's lap.

The tenderness, gentleness with authority that Ben was expressing nearly caused Eli to cry; it was almost perfect. Eli felt so calm and relaxed that he was asleep well before the end of the movie. To ensure Eli stayed asleep, and Ben did not, he put on a military documentary.

"Princess, its bed time. Go potty and go get in bed. Princess, did you hear me?"

"imasleepdaddycantmove." Eli mumbled.

A gentle smack on Eli's butt preceded a second try. "Princess, time for bed. Can you get up and go potty before getting into bed? Come on, get up. That's a good girl."

Eli staggered up off the couch, sat to pee, then stumbled into Ben's bed, stripping down to just his pink nylon panties. All exactly as Ben anticipated. Ben put on his sweats and fell asleep on the couch.

Eli woke about 4 AM, finally able to process where he was. He did know that his clean sphincter and face meant there had been no sex, yet he was still in Daddy's bed, but no Daddy. He stumbled back to his own bed and slept for a few more hours.

When he woke up about 6 AM, Eli was happy, and horny. He pulled out his dildo, slid his panties down just enough to get the dildo up his ass. The details were fuzzy, but still even without sex, something good happened, and that was cause to celebrate.

Eli only thought about one thing when he masturbated, Daddy. Maybe it was sucking his cock, or thinking about catching his mom sucking Daddy's cock, but mostly, when Daddy had made love to him that first time. Eli was moaning in anticipation now. As it grew, he began to call out "yes oh yes Daddy, please make love to me."

Eli had a tremendous orgasm, shaking his whole body; his penis oozing cum. Eli's convulsions carried on for almost a minute.

"That was impressive." Eli was shocked that Ben had been watching, though he always hoped Daddy would. "Eli, I know that when we were at the restaurant you said you weren't gay. Anybody else on earth, if they just saw what I did, would say you are delusional. But, I know you aren't gay, are you?"

"I'm not sure I understand." Confused, and also a little terrified, it was all Eli could manage.

"Eli, I know you're not gay, because to be gay you have to be a boy, don't you?" Ben's open gentle expression, his tender and authoritative voice was finally giving Eli the opening he had craved.

Breaking down, through a cascade of tears, Eli managed to say "No Daddy, I'm not gay. I am really a girl. I don't want to just live like a girl, I have to BE a girl" Even though she knew she had to say it, it was the hardest thing she had ever done. In a very smooth, quick move Ben slipped over to his daughter, pulling her on his lap and embracing her.

"Don't cry Princess. I am so glad you told me. The night of the office party I made love to a beautiful woman. I fell in love with that woman." Her head shot up so fast she nearly smacked Ben in the chin. He saw confused amazement in her eyes. "That's right sweetie, I fell in love with you."

She threw her arms around Ben and began kissing him desperately, chaotically, tears pouring down her face. "OH DADDY, I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU, TOO!"

Ben took her face in his hands and firmly kissed her, calming the chaotic action for more purposeful action.

"Sweetie, I am so glad you have realized that yourself. That night we made love, it seemed like you had. I gave you some space immediately after to make sure you were OK. It seemed you were a bit conflicted. Especially because twice it seemed I had sex with someone pretending to be her."

Tears still running she glared at him. "I thought the space you were giving me meant that you didn't want me, that it was a onetime thing. I felt like I was in Hell!"

"Shh shh shh, I know Baby. You had to acknowledge who you are by yourself, for yourself, not for me or anybody else. I am so sorry it hurt so bad, but now that you have come out, acknowledged who you are I couldn't be happier. Now, another big decision has to be made, a happier decision, what your proper name is. I always had a soft spot for one name in particular if I ever had a daughter. Listen to this song, and tell me what you think."

A sad, plaintive guitar began, and soon the words: "No one hears his lonely sighs, There are no blankets where he lies. In all his deepest dreams the Gypsy flies with sweet Melissa... mmm... But I know that he won't stay without Melissa. Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa."

With angel tears in her eyes she pleaded "Oh Daddy, can I please be Melissa? Can I please be YOUR Melissa?"

"I love you, Melissa! Melissa, will you be mine, forever?"

"Yes Daddy, Yes! I am yours! Now take me to our bed damn it! You owe me a ravishing!"

Ben lifted up his beautiful daughter and lover, and carried her into the bed that they would now share forever. He laid her on the bed and snatched away the dangling panties. She started tearing at his sweatpants desperate to get Daddy naked and inside of her.

Ben lay next to Melissa, and in a reprise of their first night, began to tickle then finger her anus while kissing her nonstop. As much as Melissa wanted to lie still, she was far too energized, and writhing like an alley cat about to get its first bath in memory. Finally everything was right with the world.

Her first orgasm was immense. The emotional release was overwhelming, and she could not, would not, contain the joyous tears. As she calmed down, Daddy would not separate his lips from hers. He rolled over to the other side of her so that he could caress and explore her body with his clean hand. He stroked her cheek, ran his hand down her shoulder, along the topside of her arm, then returned on the underside. Daddy noticed that she had kept herself well shaved and smooth.

He continued to explore along her belly, going back and forth until he reached her chest. As he circled her nipples, she felt an increase of electric shock; nerves connected directly to her groin were coming to life. As his hand continued to circle her nipples, Daddy began to kiss down her ear, then neck. Melissa was lost as the sensations built upon each other.

In one move Daddy began to suck on Melissa's left nipple, then with his left hand reached down to stroke her penis, causing an explosive jet of semen. Melissa laid there confused, conflicted about the orgasm.

"Melissa, what's wrong honey?" Ben himself was a bit confused.

"That orgasm felt good, but not nearly as good as the one before. Girls are meant to be penetrated. I don't really like cumming like a boy anymore. I like cumming the way women cum, while being penetrated."

"As you wish. Unless you ask me to make you cum like a boy, I will only make you cum like a woman. Starting right now!" Daddy shifted quickly to get on top of her, nibbling at her neck and poking her side, making her scream just as she did when she was little, and Ben would tickle her. He grabbed the lube, got her beautiful pink pucker slicked up and began to press inside of her.

Over the past several weeks she had gotten very used to being penetrated, but she was still tight on Ben's engorged dick. There was no pain, just wild anticipation. Ben started going as deep as he could immediately, but at about half speed. His own anticipation was so high he was not going to last long.

Kissing Melissa had quickly become one of his favorite things. Being able to penetrate her while gazing into her beautiful brown eyes, expressing his love to her in the most intimate way possible, was incomparable. He was sure there would be plenty of opportunity to take her from behind, but this was both emotional and physical. Making love was orders of magnitude better than just fucking, and it was not possible to make love without looking in her eyes.

Melissa was also completely enraptured in that dual bond of emotional and physical bliss. The only thing that mattered right now was that Melissa was with the only person she would ever love, and he loved her just as much.

Ben began to accelerate his rhythm. He could tell Melissa was close. His penis making long powerful strokes in and out of her anus. Ben was locked in and endless kiss with his daughter and lover. Melissa's orgasm finally broke free, filling her soul with joy, her mind with blissful certainty. An emotional and physical orgasm in perfect harmony.

Her clenching muscles grabbed Ben and held him fast. The pressure was exquisite, and he filled her bowels with his semen. Melissa felt as if he were filling her with physical love.

"Daddy, I won't let you out of bed for a long time, but will you take me on another date when I do?"

Ben had to laugh. "Of course, Sweetie. I can't wait for the whole world to meet Daddy's Girl."