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-rape drug? Why?”
“Cause I need some for tomorrow night.”
“You planning on raping 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.
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