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It had been a difficult past three years for Steve since his wife Amy had left him. She had left without warning. She just picked up one day and took off without even a final goodbye. And she left their daughter Jen with him to raise.

Well, that wasn't exactly the story. There had been hints of Amy's frustration for years. At some point, she must have cared for him, but for so long she had lost all feeling for him.

After their marriage, Steve had become boring. He gradually didn't want to do anything fun, especially in the bedroom. He would go to work, come home and watch TV, and then go to sleep. Amy wondered how she could have ever been attracted to such a nerd.

She went crazy the first few years. She didn't mind the fact that they didn't go out to parties, or dinners, or even the movies. When it came down to it, she missed what she should have been getting at home. Their sex life before marriage wasn't bad.

She had always been concerned about the size of Steve's cock. It was barely five inches long erect, but as long as she was getting fucked, she didn't really think she'd mind. That was before she was married. Once married life started, it seemed like their sex life just ended. Those first few years Amy tried many things to spice things up with Steve—lingerie, pornos, sex toys, romantic dinners—but none of these worked.

Amy's sex life didn't improve until a few years later when she went out for her friend Cindy's bachelorette party. They did they typical male stripper thing. It was when the cowboy stripper took off his overalls and revealed the large bulge in his g-string that Amy's pent-up sexual frustrations overwhelmed her. She couldn't take her eyes off of his crotch as the cowboy gyrated over the soon-to-be bride.

It wasn't until his performance was over and the rest of the women looked around the room that anybody noticed what Amy was doing to herself. She was touching herself between her legs, gently rubbing her clit through her skirt. Amy had masturbated plenty since she had married Steve—god knows she needed to—but she had never done anything like this with other people around.

She didn't even realize what she was doing until Cindy called out, "Hey Amy, I think you enjoyed the show even more than I did!" It took a minute until Amy realized what Cindy was referring to. She was so ashamed that her face blushed as she straightened out her skirt.

Then Cindy came over to her and said, "I guess Steve still isn't giving it to you. You really need to get laid. I'd never be able to put up with what you're going through. Jim's great in bed, but if he ever neglects his job after we get married, I'd have to go elsewhere to get it. It's not right for a woman as hot as you not to be getting fucked on a regular basis. I'm so horny right now—god that cowboy was hot! And Since Jim doesn't want to have sex this week prior to our wedding—something about saving up his energy for an all night fuck-fest after the wedding—I think I'm gonna find some other stud to give it to me tonight. You should join me."

Amy was amazed that Cindy would have sex with some other guy just a week before her wedding. But she could certainly understand why. Amy was so hot right then she was fantasizing about getting fucked too, and it wasn't Steve's cock she was thinking about. It was that cowboy's. While she had been frustrated with her sex life for years, she had never really thought about getting her share of cock from someone other than her husband. But once Cindy brought up the idea, Amy's mind began to focus on it—adultery. She thought, "Yeah, if Steve isn't doing his manly job, then I have the right to go out and find someone who will."

Just as Amy's mind decided to go for it, Cindy said, "Come on Amy, let's go the bar down the block and pick up some guys. I need to get laid now, and so do you!" And before Cindy had finished saying those words, Amy was already out of her seat and heading to the door, wondering what it would be like to get fucked for real again after all these years.

And so that's how it began. Amy and Cindy went to the bar and found a couple of young guys eager for some pussy. Cindy went up to them, "Hey boys, my friend and I are horny and need to get fucked. Think you can help us out?"

The guys were roommates, and in a few minutes, they were back at the guys' apartment. Amy's clothes were off in no time and she was down on her knees sucking the guy's cock. It was bigger than Steve's and she was so hungry for it, but before he would come she knew that she needed it in her pussy. So she laid down on the couch, pulled him close, and proceeded to get fucked like she hadn't in years.

God it felt good. She released all the tension of years with Steve in minutes. As she came, she knew she was hooked. She didn't even feel any guilt. She had suffered long enough. She deserved this! Now she had a real cock inside her. As she and Cindy left the apartment shortly after, Amy knew that she had just given up on Steve.

For the next few months, Amy would go and pick up random guys to fuck. But as the guys weren't so eager to give up on her after a single night, she figured why not have a regular stud to keep her cunt happy. Besides, it was easier than having to find a new guy each time, although with her looks that wasn't too hard. So for the next decade she had relationships with several men, lasting a couple of years at the most. And this got Amy through her time with Steve.

She had decided early on to stay with Steve. He made a good income and they had a nice home with all of the stuff that she wanted. Plus she really didn't want to split up while Jen was growing up. She loved her daughter and felt that it would be best if she had a stable two-parent home. So she stayed with Steve and the years went by.

Amy couldn't imagine that Steve didn't know what was going on. All of her "ladies night out" excuses must have made Steve suspicious. And the fact that Amy no longer begged Steve for sex should have clued him in too. Amy just figured Steve was fine with the situation.

But things had changed dramatically three years ago. Amy had left him. Her latest boyfriend, John, was great. He was handsome, muscular, and a stallion in bed. And he really cared for her. After a year of dating, he said, "Why don't you leave that pussy husband of yours and live with me." Although she had promised herself to stay with Steve for Jen's sake, she was too tired of living a false life to continue with it. Jen was older now, fifteen years old and acting like a woman, so Amy finally said, "I've had enough," and she left. She packed up her stuff one day, moved across town to John's place, and finally was free.

That was three years ago. Steve still couldn't believe it had happened. He would think about it often, as he was now, as he was doing the laundry. Now it was just Jen and him in their house. Amy hadn't said a word to him since she left. Her lawyers settled the whole divorce.

Amy stayed in touch with Jen, and Jen would see her and talk to her on the phone on a regular basis. Steve though that Jen would have been mad at her mother for walking out on her, but the opposite was true. Jen was actually mad at him. In fact, she hated him and blamed him for the divorce.

"Teenagers are hard enough to raise," Steve though, "but now that she blames the divorce on me, she's become impossible. Always going out with her boyfriend and never getting home before her curfew. And why does she hate me, it was her mother that left her?!"

As he thought about these things, he began to picture Jen. She had grown up to be just like her mom. She was 18 now, and was as tall as him. She was well developed and had the same blond hair that her mother had. Jen was definitely one of the more popular girls in her high school and always had. Steve didn't want to admit it, but his daughter was probably a flirt. The guys who came to pick her up for dates were always good-looking and well built. In fact, they sort of made him feel emasculated since they were often bigger and more muscular than he was despite them only being in high school. Steve was a pretty scrawny guy himself.

And then Steve thought about the way Jen dressed. She really dressed like a slut—those miniskirts didn't cover much. You could almost see her panties as she walked. Jen always wore short skirts. And she certainly wasn't modest wearing those tight, short t-shirts through which her nipples invariably poked out. You could see right through them. It must have been her mother's influence. Who knows what she did when she went out with her boyfriends and didn't come home until nearly morning.

Jen was supposed to do the laundry, but as she hadn't done her chores for a while, Steve decided to do a wash before dinner. As he was finishing folding the laundry, thinking about his daughter, he realized that Jen was probably the most attractive woman that he sees. There were no woman at his office, and his sex life certainly hadn't improved since he had become single. He hadn't even gone on a single date since Amy left him.

"I guess Jen is the hottest thing I get to see," Steve thought just as he was folding a pair of her panties. They were pink lace, and he wondered how she got them. Must have been from her mother. Or could one of her boyfriends have bought her something like that for her?

As he examined them, he noticed that it was a thong. "My daughter wears these?" he thought as he began running the thong through his fingers. She must be a slut like her mom, he thought with indignation, until he realized that something was going on.

Was he getting a hard on? Thinking of his daughter? Holding her panties?

She certainly was hot, and to be honest, it had been a while since anything had excited Steve. This thong was covering my daughter's pussy?

He imagined her walking up the stairs in one of her short skirts, and spying up at her ass while she wasn't looking. Yeah, I can picture these panties on her! Up between her ass cheeks as she seductively shakes her butt back and forth. That flirt, that slut, she's probably a whore like her mom. He felt his cock stiffen more, becoming uncomfortable in his pants.

Steve raised the thong to his nose, trying to catch a whiff of her cunt juices on them. No success—they had just come out of the dryer. But I certainly can imagine, Steve thought, and the next thing he knew he had unzipped his pants and taken out his hard-on.

He couldn't even remember the last time he had gotten hard, but he certain was now. He stroked his five inches while sniffing the panties, imagining his daughter in them. Then he lowered the panties and wrapped them around his dick.

Wow, they felt so good moving back and forth over his engorged member. "This feels so freakin' good!" he shouted as he continued masturbating. With his other hand he went through the laundry, looking for any other panties. He picked up a couple of other pairs of her panties—cotton ones. He brought these up to his face until he was overwhelmed with them, all the while continuing to jack off with the thong in his other hand. Finally he came, jisming into the pink lace panties.

Steve's first reaction was "Wow, that was awesome!" But then he became nervous. He checked back over his shoulder to make sure no one was there. Had he just masturbated with his daughter's thong, thinking about her sexy body?

Yeah he had, and he liked it. But what to do about her sperm-covered panties. He couldn't fold them with her clean clothes, and since the wash was just done, he didn't want to put them back in to the hamper. Quickly he stuck them into his pocket, zipped up his pants, and went up stairs to his bedroom with images of his daughter dancing through his mind.

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Steve was nervous as he sat down for dinner. He had made a quick meal and prepared the table for himself and Jen, but she still wasn't home from school yet. She often didn't come home after school, and would only return home late at night, just in time to go to bed without even talking to her dad. So it wasn't strange when she didn't come home for dinner that night. Steve ate by himself, then went upstairs and watched some TV.

He was tired and just about ready for bed. He began getting ready, taking off his shirt and then his pants. As he did so, he remembered the special discovery from earlier today that remained in his pocket. His daughter's cum-soaked pink thong hadn't moved.

Even before he could take it out, his mind was once again flooded with images of his daughter—her bond hair tantalizingly flowing in the wind, her moist pout lips, her perky tits poking through her tight thin shirt, and that firm ass of hers wiggling back and forth under her short skirts, with those panties covering her young cunt. What did it smell like?

At once, the thong was being lifted to Steve's face. He didn't realize at first that it was still a little sticky and damp. He just wanted to sniff her pussy odor. The panties definitely didn't smell "fresh" like they had earlier when they were just out of the wash. They now had a strong, salty odor that he soon realized was his cum.

Strange, he had never really thought about what his cum smelled like. Sex was so infrequent with Amy that he couldn't remember if he had ever known the scent, or if he just couldn't remember it. Whatever the case, he was actually glad that the panties now had a "used" smell to them, even if it wasn't his daughter's scent. "This is what they probably smell like after she's fucked," he thought.

Without thinking, he licked the panties. He just wanted to taste what Jen's used panties would taste like. His eyes were closed and he was picturing Jen. He just wanted more of her, and more of her panties. He breathed in the odor and licked the panties. Then they were in his mouth, and he swirled the thong around his tongue. Boy, he was enjoying this. Needless to say, he was hard again. He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had jacked off twice in a day.

It took a minute until he remembered the taste in his mouth was his own. But by that time he didn't mind. Women drink guys' cum all the time, right? Nothing wrong with that? So what's wrong with this, he reasoned. It's not like it's some other guy's cum I'm tasting.

Steve had rationalized it all, and would have continued sucking on his daughter's thong, but his cock was getting so hard he needed relief. He quickly slipped out of his boxers, brought the thong down to his dick, wrapped it around his prick, and started stroking. Why hadn't I discovered this sooner?! Why was I just now finding out about my sexy daughter's panties?!

Steve wanted to cum, and he knew he'd come hard, but he wanted to out-do what had happened earlier in the day. How can I make this even better? The taste of his own cum on his lips certainly helped stimulate his senses. But I need to do something else.

In an instant he had removed the thong from his cock. He looked at it. The pink lace was so sexy, and the streaks of dried cum—just perfect! Plus that thin stretch of fabric.

He imagined his daughter putting on the thong, with that beautiful stretch of fabric between her asscheeks, covering her pucker, rubbing against it as she moved, constantly playing with her bum. As he opened his eyes, he realized that he had put the thong on himself!

What a feeling!--lace rubbing against his cock, covering the head of his dick. And the rest of it, wedged up between his ass. Wow! How could anybody wear one of these and not be constantly in heat!

He furiously jacked off, stroking his cock through the lace panties. It felt amazing. But what made it even more unbelievable was that with each stroke, the front of the thong moved up and down along his shaft, while the rest of it moved back and forth between his asscheeks, rubbing against his butt hole.

What a sensation! He certainly wasn't gay, and he had never played with his asshole before, but for some reason the feeling of the thong playing with his butt hole was so exciting, so stimulating, it felt like—

Before he could finish the idea, Steve came. Boy, did he cum! His whole body quivered as his cock shot its load into its lacey encasement. The front of the thong was now so thoroughly covered with cum that it oozed through the lace.

Oh yeah! Wow, that was awesome!

As he came to his senses again, he looked down at the cum-soaked thong. There was no way Jen wouldn't notice this. Could he get the cum out? He had no idea.

Maybe if he hand washed it he could...But this was the only thong that she had in the wash. Maybe it's her only one. Maybe she's very cognizant of it and would wonder where it was and would realize that it's been violated. His mind raced. What should he do?

Steve thought, maybe she has another thong in her room in her dresser. That's the answer. If she has another one just like this, then maybe she won't miss this one. Or maybe she just has plenty of other thongs and wouldn't miss this one.

He realized he was no longer thinking of ways to return the panties, but for reasons he could keep them! I need to know what she has, and now.

The next thing he knew he was out of his room, down the hallway, and into Jen's room. He knew that she wasn't home yet, and who knows if she would even be back tonight. He did this even though he was still naked, except for the cum-covered pink lace thong he was wearing.

Steve went right to Jen's dresser, opened the top drawer, and found the jackpot! Half of the drawer had socks, but the other half was panties. Panties of all different colors and types! It was a like a rainbow of panties, and he was in heaven! There were several pairs of white cotton panties, and other cotton panties in feminine colors just like the ones he had seen in the laundry earlier today.

But there were other ones too. A few satin ones—my god they feel so smooth! And lace ones too like the ones he was wearing—how fucking sexy! And there were different cuts too—some bikinis, some boyshorts, and then he found the thongs. There were four more of them. Yes! One black, one light blue, one bright red, and another pink one.

Awesome, maybe he could keep the thong he was wearing and she would never know! And if she has four other thongs in her drawer, maybe she wouldn't miss one more.

He picked up the blue one. It was baby blue, it was cotton, and it was now in his hands. He held it out to see what it would look like in full form. Without a doubt, he would be taking this as a souvenir! Then he would have thongs to switch off between defiling.

Steve was delighted. He had found a treasure. He quickly closed the drawer while holding his new fortune in his hand. As he turned to head for the door to make his escape back to his room, he was startled by what he saw.

His first thought: Someone's in the doorway!

His second thought: I'm caught!

It was his daughter Jen. She had just been dropped off by her current boyfriend, a big guy named Mike, and then headed straight to her room, hoping to avoid her stupid father all together. When she got to her room, she was surprised to see the door slightly ajar. She didn't think too much of it as she opened the door.

It was at that minute that she saw someone near her dresser. It was a man facing her dresser, and he was naked!—except for panties, actually a thong, that was wedged up his ass. What kind of a freak was in her room!

She was about to scream when she saw the stranger turn towards her. It was her dad!

"Dad??!!" Jen couldn't believe what she was saying. Could the man wearing panties in her room be her Dad? It definitely was. What was going on?

She examined him more closely. She immediately saw that his prick was nearly erect in her pink lace thong, and it was clearly covered in cum. Her Dad had cum while wearing her panties?—how sick!

"What are you...?" she didn't know how to complete the question.

Steve had frozen once he saw Jen. He wanted to run, but she was standing in the doorway. He didn't know what to do, or what to say. "Jen, I can explain." Although he really couldn't.

But before he got a chance to say any more, Jen gave it to him. "You fucking loser! Is that what you do when I'm out?! You're a fucking pervert! Wearing my panties, jacking off in them! What is wrong with you?!"

Steve was shocked, and hurt. But the verbal assault continued. "No wonder why Mom left you. You know, she would tell me about you. When I hit puberty and started wearing a bra, she would tell me how she would buy sexy lingerie for you, but still you wouldn't fuck her. I guess she should have bought the lingerie for you, you pansy!

"Yeah, she told me how you would never fuck her. I wasn't even old enough to know what fucking was, and she would warm me not to marry some gay-ass pansy that wouldn't fuck my pussy! That's right. She told me how you wouldn't even fuck your own wife and that she had to go find other men to satisfy her. And that she thought that you were a faggot! Look at you wearing my panties with a hard-on! I bet you are a fag! And one with a pathetically small dick too!

"It's a good thing Mom warned me. When I go out with Mike or any other guy, I let him fuck me all the time. In fact I beg for it. It's the greatest feeling in the world—to have a big cock fucking your pussy! What a puny little prick you have sissy! How did Mom ever put up with that little thing! God, if you were any bit of a man, she'd still be married to you!"

With that, Jen slammed the door shut. Steve was still frozen. He could hear Jen run down the stairs, and then came the slamming of the front door. At least she had left, Steve thought.

But had my wife really told my daughter about what went on in our bedroom? Had she really told our young daughter about fucking, our lack of sex, and the size of my dick? No wonder why she hated me.

But there was no time to think about those things now. Steve headed for the door. As he opened it, he realized he was still holding the blue thong that he had planned on "borrowing," his score for the evening. Well, the cat's already out of the bag—no need to give it back now. And he ran back to his room with them in hand, shutting his bedroom door after him.

He lied down in bed. Maybe I am a faggot, he thought. Despite having been caught, he was still glad to be wearing his daughter's thong, glad to have cum in the panties, glad to have stolen another pair, and by the looks of it, he was ready to cum again. Indeed, as Jen had pointed out, and it was quite obvious in the thong that he was already hard again.

He started jacking off again—he couldn't control himself. But as he was, he was not only thinking of the thong around his cock, or of Jen and that hot body of hers, but he was thinking of what she had said when she called him gay.

Was he a fag? He had never, ever thought about sex with a man. But maybe there was something to it. He was wearing panties, he was going crazy with the sensation of the thong running over his asshole, and he had even tasted his cum on the panties earlier. Maybe there was something to it.

He certainly didn't thing about men, but at that moment, as the thong massaged his butt hole, he wondered what it would feel like if someone were fucking it, penetrating it, penetrating him.

As he continued to jack off with his left hand, he moved his right hand down to his butt, between his cheeks, and moved the thong to the side. He placed his index finger on his bunghole. It flinched. He caressed it, tickled it, and could no longer control himself. To be penetrated! His mind couldn't take it any more, and with that, his index finger entered into his bum, just barely, but enough. His sphincter tightened around his finger and his whole body tensed. And before he could even play with his finger further, he came.

For the third time that day, he creamed the pink lace thong. He shot load after load into them, and with a smile on his face and a sense of satisfaction he had never known, he removed the finger from his ass.

What was wrong with him? He didn't know, but he was enjoying finding out. Until he realized that sooner or later, when he next saw Jen, they'd have some things to talk about.

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When Jen fled from her home and her perverted dad, she went straight to Mike's. She was so shocked by what she had seen, so angry and mad, that she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. "I always knew my dad was a fag, but this perverted?"

When she got to Mike's place, she snuck in to his bedroom as she had many times previously. He was glad to see her, for he knew he'd get to fuck her again. "I need a place to crash tonight," she said.

That was all. She certainly wasn't going to tell anyone what she had seen. So they lit up a joint, had a smoke, and then fucked. God, it was nice to have Mike and his eight-inch cock in her. He had a real dick, unlike her father's.

As Mike drilled into her, Jen began wondering if her sissy-dad had any idea how good it felt to be fucked. He must have been told so after he fucked a woman. But it's probably been such a long time since he fucked anyone, and with his tiny prick, he probably didn't please her too much.

If he knew how good it feels to be fucked, he would have pleased Mom, and she never would have left him. So how can he learn how awesome it feels to be fucked by a big dick?

She thought of him wearing her thong. That sissy, I wonder if he's ever been fucked? Could that panty-wearing freak have taken it up the ass?!

Her dad had no real friends, male or female, and he hardly ever went out, so she didn't really think so. Well there's only once way to know for sure, and that's to witness it myself. Jen smiled as Mike moaned and finished cumming inside her. Jen had a plan.

"Hey Mike, you got any roofies?"

"Roofies? You mean the date-**** d**g? Why?"

"Cause I need some for tomorrow night."

"You planning on r****g somebody? Like me?" he joked.

"No, I just need them. Can you get me some?"

"Yeah, I guess I could get some at school tomorrow."

"Great! Just don't ask me what they're for. And don't worry; I'll pay you for them now. How's this?"

And with that, Jen moved down to Mike's dick which was still fresh with his cum and her cuntjuice, and took it into her mouth. She was going to enjoy tomorrow night, but no reason to end things early tonight!

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Jen was ready to implement her scheme when she returned home after school the following day. She had picked up the roofies from Mike after school and then stopped by a local adult store for the rest of her supplies. She finally came home at dinnertime.

Jen wasn't sure what to expect from her dad. She hadn't spoken to him since the incident the prior night. But she wasn't worried. She figured he'd be nervous as all hell, and all she'd have to do was be cute and forgiving until she could get down to business.

Steve was not nearly so calm. What would he say to his daughter? How should he act after she caught him wearing her cum-stained panties?

Not the confrontationalist, Steve finally decided to try to ignore it. Just pretend it didn't happen. Act normal. The fact was that he now knew what Jen thought of him, that she thought he was a sissy, even a fag, and blamed him for his divorce. There was nothing he could do or say to fix this, so why bother saying anything. He just hoped Jen would leave it alone.

Steve was sitting down to eat when Jen came home. She immediately went to her room, dropped off her stuff, but then she came down to the dining room. So she finally returned home.

"What's for dinner?" she said. After her dad told her, he went to the kitchen to get her a plate and some food, thankful that she didn't bring up anything from the night before. But Steve shouldn't have been feeling so grateful, for at that moment, while he was out of the dining room, Jen dropped two roofies into his soda. Grinning, she thought, "And now the fun begins!"

Steve wasn't sure why he started feeling so dizzy and lightheaded during dinner. The last thing he remembered was trying to make it up the stairs to get back to his room to lie down on his bed.

"I must have passed out," was his first thought after he awoke.

His second thought: "What the hell is going on!"

Steve awoke to find that he couldn't move his arms or legs. He was tied down! While he still was a little lightheaded, he could tell that he was in his room, on his bed, but his wrists and ankles were fastened. From each extremity, a black nylon stocking had been fastened to his him as well as the corresponding bedpost.

He could not imagine what was going on. Was he being robbed? Had someone broken into his house?

It was then that he realized other things were astray. He felt cool. Where were his clothes? He was no longer wearing his shirt or pants. He was now only wearing panties?! Yes, the same pink lace thong that he had creamed several times the day before was covering his dick! "But I hadn't worn these today?" he thought. They sure felt good—he could feel his cock tingling—but how did they get...

Before he could continue the thought, he realized he was also wearing a bra. A bra?! It was also pink and lacey—must have been the matching bra to the thong he was wearing. But he hadn't taking it from Jen's room.

Someone had dressed him this way and tied him down!

He examined the bra. The cups had been stuffed with something—they felt like socks—to fill out the form, and now he had tits! Wow, looking down he really thought that they looked like a pretty good rack. The bra was pretty tight on him, but he was amazed at how sexy it felt to see it on him. Why hadn't he thought of that yesterday?

Well, somebody had! What was going on?

Steve struggled some more to get up, but he could only maneuver so far. He gave up trying. He was going to scream, but then he remembered that the last person he saw was Jen. Yeah, she had helped him up the stairs and into bed when he said he was feeling lightheaded. She even helped him take off his shoes...

Should he call out to her for help? What if there was an intruder—was she also tied up? But if she wasn't, maybe she could help him? But if she came to help him, did he really want her to see him wearing her undies again?

Before he could decide what to do, he heard the door opening. It was Jen.

She was wearing the same clothes that she had been when she came home from school—a tight white t-shirt that had the word "angel" written on the front and a short black skirt like she always seams to wear. Her blond hair was back in a girlish ponytail. Her hands were behind her back.

She looked at her bound dad, saw that he was now awake, and put on a big smile. Then, in an innocent schoolgirl voice, "Oh honey I'm so glad that you're ok now! You weren't feeling well, but I'm gonna take care of you."

What was she talking about, Steve thought. He finally said, "Jen, what's going on here. Did you tie me up? Take these things off my wrists."

"Oh silly Daddy, I don't think so. You need to be taught a lesson. I hadn't realized how much so until last night. It's ok if you want to be a sissy, you just have to do it right! So now you're Steffie—ok Steffie?"

What was she talking about? "Jen, I'm sorry about last night. But what are you doing to me? Why did you dress me up like this and tie me up? Let me go now!"

"I don't think so, Steffie! You're mine tonight. You're in for a night you'll never forget!"

And with that Jen approached her bound father. She moved her hands in front of her, finally revealing what she had been hiding. It was a blond wig, with exaggeratingly long hair. Steve recognized it. Jen had worn it in a silly school play a couple of years ago.

"Here you go Steffie, the perfect look for you?" And with that she placed the wig on his head. He tried to fight it, but after a few seconds she succeeded in securing it in place.

"You look so good, Steffie! Almost like a sister to me! Let me show you."

Jen ran out from the room, but returned in a second with a mirror and a camera. She came close to Steffie and held out the mirror.

Steve was shocked! He couldn't imagine what he was seeing! The reflection in the mirror had elements of his face, but it was a woman's—not just a woman's but a slut's, a whore's!

He saw the long blond hair, now flowing down over his shoulders and down to his bra-covered tits. His lips were pained. Yes, he had on bright red lipstick! And rouge and mascara and all that other girl stuff. He didn't know the first thing about makeup, but he sure saw a lot of it on his face—just like a cheap whore! Jen must have done this too while he was still out cold.

"See what a sexy girl you are!" Jen said, and with that, he saw a flash. She was taking pictures of him like that. "Come on Steffie, make a sexy face for me! Show me how hot you can be!" And Jen took more and more pics of him.

She put the camera and mirror down on the dresser, and picked up a stick of lipstick. "Looks like you need a little bit of a touch up."

Jen came back up to her dad, got next to him, and then jumped up on the bed beside him. Then she straddled him. She now had one leg on each side of him, sitting on his stomach just below his new tits, and she undid the top of the lipstick.

"Here you go!" And with that she leaned forward, her tits just across from his face, and started to put the lipstick on his...forehead. What was she doing?

Steve didn't care. He was mesmerized by her tits which were just inches from his eyes and his mouth. Her nipples poked into that thin layer of cotton. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra! He just wanted to lick those nipples!

Before he could, Jen backed up, and started to do something with the lipstick on his chest, just above the bra. Was she writing something? He couldn't see down there.

When she finished, she capped the lipstick. With both hands she started massaging his tits. "Wow, Steffie, these really look good on you. It's a good thing we both wear the same size bra."

With that Jen swung her right leg over him so that she could get off the bed. As she did, Steve couldn't help but look under her skirt just a few feet from his face. My god, was she not wearing panties?! He thought he saw her snatch! It all passed too quickly, but he then realized his cock was hard!

Jen took a few more pics with the camera, and then showed him the mirror again. The cheap whore looking back at him really was a cheap whore.

In bright red lipstick on his forehead was the word "SLUT." And on his upper chest it said: "FUCK ME!"

It really was a turn-on to see this image, until he realized that it was him! What was Jen doing to him?

"Jen, that's enough! I'm sorry about last night! Now let me go!"

"Oh Steffie, don't be mad. You look great! I know you like the way you're dressed—just look at your little clit! It's sticking up under your thong. It's almost big enough to be a man's cock, but not quite! Now tell me you like dressing this way!"

"What?"

"You heard me Steffie! Tell me you like wearing my thong!"

"Ok, I like that." And that was true.

"And my bra? Tell me you like having tits and wearing my pink lacey bra!"

The truth was, Steve did like this too, especially the fact that they matched the thong. Grudgingly he said, "Ok I like that too. Now let me go."

"And the wig? Do you like being a blond bimbo?"

"Yes." The truth was it was all a turn on to him—the whole costume!

"And the makeup? You like looking like a slut?"

"Yes." How much more was she going to put him through? Wasn't this enough humiliation? Wasn't she just going to let him go now?

"And being a slut!? Just like it says on your forehead? You like that too, right!?"

No reply.

"And like it says FUCK ME! on your chest. That's what you want, right!? You want to be a slut, and get fucked like one, huh!?"

Where was this going, Steve thought. "Jen, I admitted I liked the other stuff, isn't that enough?"

"See that's the problem Steffie! You don't like fucking enough! You like dressing like a whore, but you don't like acting like one—yet! If you liked fucking, Mom wouldn't have walked out on you and me! And the only way for you to want to fuck, my little slut, is to get fucked, and like it! To love it and want more! To get fucked like the cunt you are!"

Steve was frozen. What was Jen talking about? "What are you going to do to me?" he said.

"Don't worry Steffie," Jen said in a seductive voice. She pointed with both hands to the word "angel" written on the front of her t-shirt. "Don't worry baby! I'm an angel!" She gave him a wink, and with it she lifted her shirt, revealing her soft milky white tits to him, but just for an instant.

She quickly pulled the shirt down. "Don't worry sweetie, I'll give you a night to remember!"

And with that, she turned and dashed out the room as Steve's cock strained against it's lacey encasement, his mind totally occupied by the image of Jen's breasts.

It was only a minute before Jen returned. She looked the same, and still had a big grin on her face.

She approached the bed. "Steffie, what makes fucking so great is having a big cock inside of you. Do you know how good that feels?"

Steve was too afraid to answer. He shook his head "no."

"Really Steffie? All those years that you weren't fucking Mom, you weren't getting fucked by men? Really? I thought you'd have been taking it up the ass?"

Steve just continued to shake his head.

"Interesting," Jen said. "I was pretty sure a blond bimbo like you was somebody's sissy by now. I guess you really do need to learn about sex. No problem Steffie, I'm just the man for the job!"

Had she said "man?" With that, another sly wink came from Jen.

Again, she hopped up on the bed and straddled her father, sitting on his stomach just below his fake breasts. But something was different. He had again tried to get a glimpse of her cunt as she straddled over him, but this time he thought he saw something under her skirt.

"See Steffie, a cock really is a wonderful thing. It's a sin to let one go to waste. If only there was one here. Your clitty is awfully big, but it's still only a clit. We need a nice, long, thick cock to play with!"

And with that, Jen lifted her skirt for a second, but long enough for Steve to see under it. Steve was shocked at what he saw.

Jen said, "How do you like this...it's a miracle! Did you see that?" And again she lifted her skirt, this time holding it up.

She had a cock! Well, at least a plastic strap-on one! "It's amazing what you can pick up at the local sex shop after school."

Steve was staring. Yep, just two feet from his face, his daughter was sitting on his chest with a dildo pointing out at him. It was a plastic skin-toned one, and it must have been a good eight inches long. It looked pretty realistic with its veins and ridges, and it was pointing right at Steve.

He had never seen a dick—even a fake one—at such close a distance before. And compared to his small prick, this dick was huge. He was ashamed to feel intimidated and embarrassed by the plastic cock.

"See Steffie, this is a cock, a nice big cock, and today I'm going to teach you how much fun it can be!"

Jen stood up on the bed, one leg on each side of Steve. She slowly stripped off her skirt. Steve was practically looking straight up at her. The cock was sticking out, firm and long. She had leather straps around her waist and legs holding it into place. He could almost see her asshole. God she was hot!

While kicking the skirt off to the floor, Jen started stroking her dick. "See Steffie, guys like it when they do this. It makes them feel good. I even know of one pansy-assed little sissy who did this while wearing women's panties last night!"

She continued to stroke her dick, slowly shaking her hips from side to side. "But what makes this feel so good for me, is that this strap-on has a second dildo attached, one that you can't see right now, because it's up my pussy! That's right, every time my cock moves, every time I shake it and stroke it, the one in my pussy fucks me again!" And she started moaning in pleasure.

Then Jen sat back down straddling her father's belly. Her plastic cock was again pointing at his face. Jen inched forward, positioning it between Steffie's tits. Steffie saw the cock resting on the pink lace connecting the two cups of his bra, and he liked it!

"Steffie, some guys like titty-fucking. That's when they stick their cock between your tits and they fuck them. Would you like that? Do you want me to titty-fuck you?"

Boy did Steve want to see that! But he restrained himself, and only nodded yes, without verbalizing anything. He didn't want to seem too eager.

But Jen was pleased. "I'm glad," she said as she started bucking her hips forward. With her hands she gently pushed each of Steffie's breasts toward the middle, surrounding her cock in lace. She continued to thrust back and forth, each movement moving the dildo in her pussy back and forth. Yes, she really did have a dildo in her cunt, and boy was she enjoying it! Her body began quivering and it didn't take long for her to cum

Recovering, Jen said, "Oh Steffie, you're so much fun to play with! Now I have a treat for you." She lifted her shirt, again revealing her firm young tits, but this time it wasn't just a tease. She took off the shirt, removing her last bit of clothing, and threw it to the floor.

Steve's eyes were fixed on her beautiful breasts. They were milky white C-cups and still retained the firmness of youth. Her pink nipples jutted out.

"Why don't you suck on them, Steffie?" Jen said as she leaned forward, putting her left breast right in front of Steve's mouth. Steve wasn't sure. He sure wanted to, but so far he had pretty much been an unwilling participant. Could he really actively partake in sex acts with his daughter?

Jen must have realized that he was thinking this over, because he suddenly felt something massaging his dick. Jen had slipped her right hand back and was stroking his meat through the lace thong.

In a second, Steve had made his decision. His mouth was all over Jen's tit, sucking away.

"Hey, not so hard Steffie! You're a little too eager!" And with that Steve eased up and softly began sucking on her erect nipple.

Jen sat up, her breast falling out of Steve's mouth, and she stopped stroking his dick.

"You liked that Steffie! And so did I! Look how you covered my nipple with your red lipstick."

It was true—some of Steffie's lipstick had come off on Jen's tit. "I like the way it looks! Would you like to suck on my other tit!?"

"Yes!" No doubt about that reply.

"Good, now what's your name?"

Steve was about to say, why are you asking? Then he realized that she wanted him to say "Steffie." Was he going to? Hell, he was already dressed like a whore, and he just wanted to suck on Jen's tits some more.

"It's Steffie."

"Of course it is!" Jen said with a smile. "And what are you?"

What did she mean? "A girl?" he said shyly.

"Of course cutie, but what kind?"

What kind? What did she want to hear? "I'm not sure?"

"See that's the problem! You dress like a cheap whore, you let me titty-fuck you, and you don't even realize that you're a slut! Say it: I'm a slut!"

"Okay, I'm a slut!" Just let me get back to sucking your titties, Steve thought.

"Good girl! Say it one more time!"

"I'm a slut, I'm a whore!"

And Jen leaned forward again, and let Steffie suck on her other tit.

After a minute, she arose again. "And what do sluts like to do!?"

"Fuck" was all Steffie said.

"That's right! They like to fuck! Now how about we put something else in that slutty mouth of yours!"

Jen eased her way forward. At first Steffie though that he was going to get to suck some more titty, but Jen moved her body further forward, her tits passing by Steffie's mouth.

Steffie's eyes continued to watch Jen's tits jiggling as she moved forward, until he suddenly looked down and saw it staring right at her—Jen's cock. It was inches from his face. It stared at him. He was shocked and overwhelmed at seeing it so close.

"Now be a good cocksucker and get to work!"

Be a what? A cocksucker? Would he do it? Yes!

Steffie leaned his head forward, stuck out his tongue and licked the head of the plastic cock. It tasted like, well, plastic. "Real ones taste much better honey," Jen said, "but a slut like you would service any cock, so get going!"

With that, Steffie opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and took the dick into his mouth. He moved his mouth back and forth over it, trying to remember what his ex-wife had done with his dick when they were just married.

He started to move his head back and forth, getting in to a little rhythm, when he noticed not only was his head moving back and forth, so was the cock. Jen was gyrating her hips, slowly fucking his mouth with the dildo. And Jen was loving it! With each thrust, she knew she was not only fucking her own cunt, but she was turning her dad's mouth into a cunt.

The thrusts picked up. Steffie tried to keep up as her mouth was being ravaged. He tried to take the whole cock into his mouth, but he just couldn't. He opened her eyes. It was well worth it. To see Jen's naked body swaying, her tit's jiggling, her cock—yes her cock—fucking his mouth, Steffie loved it.

It became apparent that Jen was having another orgasm. She continued thrusting until she could take it no more. She moaned and screamed, and finally she fell off to the side, her cock falling from Steffie's sore mouth.

There were lipstick marks on the cock. Jen whispered into Steffie's ear, "Looks like you enjoyed that too!" Maybe I'll even let you cum later!"

Jen stood up. She was completely naked except for the strap-on. She walked back over to the dresser. What else did she have over there? Steffie couldn't see. Jen picked something up, and returned to the bed.

"Steffie, did you like getting your titties and mouth fucked?"

"Yes."

"And why?"

"Because I'm a slut."

"That's right. And what do sluts do?"

"They fuck."

It had all come out from Steffie's mouth so easily this time. After the things that he'd done with his daughter so far, he figured she was probably right. He was a slut!

"That's right. They fuck. They fuck and they fuck and they love it! But Steffie, sucking dick and titty-fucking aren't really fucking. Real sluts get fucked in their cunts and in their asses! You told me you've never been fucked in your cunt-ass. It's time for you to become a real slut!!"

A fright came over Steffie. Her ass? Wow, that's taking it a little far!

Everything else he had enjoyed, but that would hurt! And it wasn't like it was a real cunt he had. He didn't have a pussy; he wasn't really a girl. He had an asshole, and although he did cum yesterday while sticking his own finger up his ass, that wasn't the same as getting fucked with a thick eight inch dildo.

He turned to Jen. She was standing near the foot of the bed, stroking her cock. He could see that she had lube in her other hand and was applying it. He was afraid to speak. Maybe she'd do it anyways, even if he protested, and it would only be worse if he fought it.

"I can see my slut-whore is having second thoughts. Tell me you don't like wearing slutty clothes? Tell me you didn't like sucking cock? Tell me don't like the feel of my thong against your butt hole?"

Jen reached down with one hand and began massaging Steffie's cock through the lace panties. The front was covered with precum. Jen started to pull the thong front upwards, wedging the backside between Steffie's buttcheeks. "You know you like that!"

She started to pull it back and forth, with the thong back rubbing back and forth over his butt hole. His dick strained against the lace even further. "I can see how much you like it! You are a sissy slut! You know you want it!"

Steffie wasn't at all sure he wanted it, but at that moment he resigned himself to fate. Jen was going to fuck him in the ass! It was going to happen, so try to enjoy it.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, he saw Jen's hand, the one that she had been lubing up her cock with, reach down. Then he felt it under his butt. It pulled the thong to the side and out of the way. Then he felt a cool, lubricated finger against his butt hole.

"Steffie—what are you!?"

"A slut."

"And what do sluts do!?"

"They fuck."

And with that, Jen introduced the finger into his rectum. Steffie closed his eyes, absorbing the feeling. His sphincter had tightened around Jen's finger, just as it had the previous night around his own. Then Jen started moving her finger, massaging his bumhole, teasing his prostate, and finally trusting it back and forth, in and out.

"Is my little slut Steffie enjoying this?"

Steffie didn't answer. His eyes were still closed as he was getting accustomed to the sensations and feelings of having his ass filled.

"You must be liking this. You lifted you're butt up to take my finger in at a better angle, and you didn't even complain when I slipped a second finger into you!"

Had Jen really done that? Steffie hadn't even noticed. He finally opened his eyes. Jen was sitting near the foot of the bed, one hand in his ass, with the other adding a little more lube to the strap-on.

Steffie knew the moment of judgment was coming.

Jen leaned forward, getting onto her hands and knees, keeping one hand inside Steffie's bum. She carefully moved forward. Soon she was in position. Her knees were between Steffie's spread legs. One hand was just to the side of Steffie's waist, while the other still in her ass. Jen's cock was pointed down towards it, aiming towards its goal.

Steffie knew what was coming. He didn't want to look. He focused on Jen's upper body, her gorgeous tits hanging down, reminding him of her mother. He could see his lipstick marks still on them. He really loved her.

Jen's thoughts weren't nearly as love-filled. Here was her chance for revenge on her pansy dad, to take his anal cherry, and she'd get to have another shattering orgasm doing it!

She positioned the cockhead against Steffie's bum. In one quick motion she removed her fingers, steadied her cock, and pushed forward.

It didn't go in at first, but she pushed again, and slowly the expanding asshole took the thick plastic dildo in. She had taken his cherry!

Steffie closed his eyes, feeling pain and fullness from his bum. It was in! Soon it would be over.

But as Jen started to slowly thrust back and forth, Steffie began to feel the cock move deeper and deeper. He could feel the head burying its way into his rectum. He could sense every ridge and vein on the dildo as they rided against his sphincter.

He opened his eyes. He looked out and took a mental picture. He saw himself in a pink bra with tits. He saw a pink thong covering his prick. And he saw his naked daughter, with her cock, nearly all eight inches of it, plunging into his ass.

What was he fighting? He was a slut! A sissy-slut!

No more fighting it. He gave in with all his soul. His hips began counter-thrusting to each of Jen's thrusts. Their pace increased. He was taking it, and he was enjoying it! He was being fucked up the ass and he liked it; he wanted more. He bucked as much as he could, he moaned, and finally he screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me like a sissy-whore!"

Jen was surprised by how much her dad was enjoying it. She was surprised by his complete transformation. But she really didn't care too much, for she was cumming! Each thrush pushed the dildo in her cunt back and forth. With each thrust, it was as if she was fucking herself, and she loved it! "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" And she came!

When she regained her senses, Jen backed up off of her dad, but she kept her cock in his sissy-cunt. She looked down and was amazed to see that he had cum too! Without any direct stimulation to his dick. Cum was clearly all over the front of the thong, and some had shot through the lace and was on Steffie's stomach.

Jen had an idea. "Looks like you enjoyed that Steffie! Your little clit sure made a mess. I never knew a slut could cum so much by getting fucked up the ass! I'm glad you enjoyed it!"

She slowly eased the strap-on back and out of Steffie's hole. She could hear a slight pop as the sphincter closed tight, finally free of the invading dick.

Jen stroked it again with one hand. "But a real slut would never let cum go to waste—never!"

Jen moved forward and positioned her large plastic cock next to Steffie's member, just separated by the thin layer of lace. The thick strap-on dwarfed his shrinking little prick.

Jen pulled the thong forward and wrapped it around her cock. She moved the thong back and forth, stroking her cock with it, until most of the cum from the thong had coated the dildo. Then she moved forward and rolled her cock back and forth over Steffie's belly, picking up all of the cum that had landed there. One shot had even reached as far as the bra! Jen's dildo was now covered in cum.

Looking down at the plastic phallus, Jen said, "Hm, what to do with this now? Any suggestions Steffie?"

Steffie was still recovering from what had just ended 30 seconds earlier. His ass was sore, his balls were killing from being blue-balled for so long, and he was light-headed from just cumming!

But he knew what to say. "Can I suck it?"

"Only if you say it like you mean it!"

"Please let me have it! Please let me suck the cum off your big cock."

Wow, that was more than Jen expected! She leaned forward and guided her dick to Steffie's waiting lips. Steffie opened her mouth and took it all in.

It was very different this time. She couldn't even smell or taste any plastic. It was all sex now. His cum and its salty taste and smell filled him. He could feel it on his lips and his tongue. But there was also the smell of ass, of shit, and he knew where this cock had just been.

He was a sissy-slut! He was sucking a cock, drinking down his own cum, after having just been fucked in the ass with it! And he was sure enjoying it!

He figured Jen would keep fucking his face until she came again. He thought: how amazing is it that women can orgasm so many times! How many times had she cum already that night?! But before he sensed another one from her, she pulled back.

"So you like sucking cock, huh? How about doing something that Mike's not such a fan of?"

Jen stood up again on the bed, standing nearly directly above Steffie, straddling his head. Her dick was still at full mast. She began adjusting the straps of the strap-on. No, she wasn't adjusting them, she was undoing them! And with that Jen, stepped out of the strap-on, removing the smaller dildo from her pussy, and holding it in her hand.

Jen remained standing tall as Steffie looked up in amazement. He could now see her pussy, his daughter's cunt right above his head. She turned. And her ass, her firm ass, and her beautiful asshole. It all floated there, above his head.

Jen began to sit down. She lowered herself and sat down on his upper chest, right where it still said "FUCK ME!"

"So you want a taste?" She moved the strap-on to his head and lowered the smaller dildo to his mouth. It was also a flesh-colored cock, maybe 4 inches long, and Steffie was amazed that Jen had kept it up her pussy for the whole night!

Steffie lunged her head forward, so eager to take the dildo in his mouth and taste his daughter's cunt. It was so sweat, like dew in heaven! So different than his own cum, and so delicious!

"Well if you like that so much, then how about the real thing!"

She couldn't mean that? But she had!

Jen squatted forward, now straddling Steffie's face! Steffie could see her cunt in all its majesty at point blank range. Jen had shaved her blond pubic hair into a landing-strip pattern. Steffie's eyes followed it to its end. Her cunt lips were red and swollen and glistening with her cum, as was her clit. The musk of her cunt was overwhelming.

Jen lowered herself down and Steffie found his mouth all over it. He was eating his daughter's cunt! He licked and he sucked and he kissed and he tongued her clit until she came, flooding his face with even more wetness.

When Jen recovered, she quipped, "Not so bad Steffie! It's good to have a slut friend like you to play with."

Steffie was in heaven.

Then Jen said, "If you would have done that a few times before, I'm sure Mom wouldn't have left you."

But it didn't hurt Steffie this time, for he was no longer Steve. That part of him was gone. After everything that happened this night, nothing could make him upset now.

Jen got up and started getting dressed. After quickly putting her shirt and skirt back on, she snapped a few more pictures of Steffie, "as a reminder," she said. Jen wasn't sure what she would do with them, but they were certainly good insurance against her dad in case he had a change of heart.

"Maybe next time I'll even let you fuck me," she said, as Steffie's eyes widened. Would I get to fuck my daughter's hot cunt?! "Or maybe I'll have Mike come over and fuck your sissy-cunt!" This frightened Steffie. Would Jen really do that? Would Steffie object to it--or would he want it?!

The truth was that Jen didn't know what she would do. She had planned this to be a one-time event, to get back at her dad. revenge had been her motivation. She knew that she couldn't make things the way they were when her parents were still married, but she felt good that she had got some revenge on her dad.

But Jen had enjoyed it too. She thought, this sissy dad of mine may come in handy in the future. Now to wrap things up tonight.

"Now stay still Steffie. You've had a busy night. I'm going to make you a special drink like the one you had earlier. After having the drink and getting a good night sleep, you'll awake in the morning and you'll be untied. I hope you'll have fond memories of this special night and not do anything rash. After all, we wouldn't want tonight's pictures becoming public knowledge."

And with that, Jen turned to leave the room to fix a roofie-filled drink for her sissy father. She was pretty sure she saw a smile on his face as she turned.