1 comments/ 30921 views/ 24 favorites Gwen Pt. 01 By: Roukley A note from the Author: This is a reboot of a story I began some years back under the name JasperMan. After years away from the computer I lost my password and the e-mail associated with it leaving me with the job of starting up a new moniker and e-mail address. I toyed with the idea of continuing the story as quite a few feedback's had been positive and in desire for more of the story but really my heart just wasn't in it. Hopefully this reboot will not only satisfy the readers but also be my first successful piece of erotica in years. Anyone who ever said that writing erotica was easy, obviously had never even attempted to do so themselves as this shit is tough, especially when you're use to other writing styles, which by my last few story attempts have proven a little dragging and boring. As I've stated in other authors notes, I like to use my favorite adult entertainers as muses for my characters, so this is sort of fan fiction erotica. This story would fall under celebrity and incest erotica as it contains both, duh... anyway, before this authors note makes you groan and click the back arrow allowing you to choose a different story, please enjoy and to those familiar with the Gwen series, please don't judge me too harshly for this reboot. Thank you all... Rouckley formerly known as JasperMan... Christy Mack as Gemma Rose Draguin Alyssa Branch as Kali Rae Draguin Shae Summers as Maggie Mae Draguin Kimber James as Anna Vesuvia Aurora Jolie as Holly Rainer and Bailey Jay as Gwen Draguin ***** She stood before the mirror earlier that day admiring her 34D breast, enhanced to perfection in her eyes although many had told her not to worry so much as her once smaller size was still very desirable, but Gwen did not listen as she had felt the desire herself to be more a woman with each passing day. The hormone injections had helped the curves grow more feminine over time, even if there was a natural femininity to her body already. As anyone could tell you, self perceptions are always our hardest critics so matter how beautiful one truly is, and Gwen was no different in that regard. Born under the name George Draguin with an M marked beside the box labeled gender, this child had gone through life with one great inner desire, to be a girl, a woman, a full blooded female. In spite of the appendage that hung impressively between her legs, that is exactly what Gwen was, a blossoming beauty. All who gazed upon her devastatingly features were charmed at first glance. Men who'd gone their lives with strong homophobia coursing their brain waves turned and begged to be in her arms. It is not enough to say that Gwen was perfect, there was no word to describe her perfection in the eyes of men and women alike. In the mirror she looked into her own eyes with deep longing for the coming event in life that played second by just a small margin in her deepest desires. The man of her dreams was just a car ride away now since her plane arrived at LAX the day before, and her long time friends (Avan Martel and Anna Vesuvia) had arrived to take her to their place for the evening. Avan and Anna were long time pals who'd gotten into the business of adult entertainment. She admired them both for their strength in living their lives the way they chose to, the way they were born to without shame or regret, they were proof that homosexuality was something to be kept inside and hidden away like flowers in the attic. Avan was young and gorgeous, almost feminine himself. An increasingly popular young porn star who even attracted the "straight" crowds with his sweet nature charisma. Anna like Gwen was transgendered, only she had decided on the final change that is to surgically alternate the male sex organ into that of a female. A decision Gwen was not sure she was struggling with or not, as she was mostly happy just the way she was now at the present moment. Especially given that all her male suitors, gay and straight alike agreed that her penis was part of who she was, that without it, she would become just another woman. Anna was happy the way she was and Gwen admired and at times coveted that about her. Avan and Anna shared an apartment with their roommate and fellow adult film actress Holly Rainer, who's mixed white black features and perfect figure made Gwen not only jealous, but deeply aroused when first meeting her. When her time in the mirror spent admiring her amazingly altered figure came to an end with her dressing in a black sleeveless Walking Dead t-shirt that read Mrs Daryl Dixon in bold red letters on the front just below a slit cut in the v-neck that allowed her generous cleavage to greet the unknowingly lucky fellows that passed her on the street. She then stepped into a pair of lacy white boyshort panties that in spite of the obvious bulge below made her look like a fetching young lady. After the undies came a pair of low cut blue jeans with artificial holes cut into the knees, the denim hugging her hips with tight perfection that allowed them to flair with wild desire. Tying the hem of the shirt into a knot towards the left side of her waist, Gwen made her way to the trio who sat equally nervous at the adventure that awaited them this day. They were driving Gwen to meet the father she'd last known many years ago when she was a boy of four years. A boy who'd loved his daddy more than the waking world, and wept uncontrollably for days after being taken away by a mother who would raise the child on lies and deceit for the remainder of their relationship. "Are you sure you're up for this baby?" Anna had asked from the front seat. Gwen looked into her friends eyes in the rear view mirror and only nodded. Shaking uncontrollably in the back driver side seat sitting beside beautiful Avan who took her hand and held it firmly for reassurance. "The worst he could do honey is reject you." Avan tried to be helpful. "I know that just sounds so gosh darn awful sweetie but remember that you'd be no worse off than before. Plus you've got your three best ladies with you and sister sweetness, we wont let anything happen to you, ya dig?" Gwen smiled at Avan and nodded, looking up into the rear view to catch Holly's glance. "He's right, sugar." She said to her new friend. "... and if he gets too faggoty, remember that I was raised in So Cal and I can whoop ass with the best of em." Taking a breath, Gwen kept her brave smile, enjoying how her new friend was ignorant to the original use of the term 'Faggot'. Avan and Anna had explained how Holly and most of her inner circle believed the word to only apply to inconsiderate assholes and douche bags in the world. "Don't get me wrong girl, I've known gay people that were serious fags but most fags are straight." she had said that night concluding the conversation with a row of laughter. It was hard not to be nervous, as her father had never known her as a she, not to mention a phone call he'd made after years of searching for his only son who was then 16 years old that ended with "I hate you!" from the distraught boy who'd spent years believing his father had abandoned him. Georgie (as Gwen had been known at the time) had just come out of the closet to his mother and further explained his transgendered issues that erupted into the tirade of "God hates" and "No son of mine" and ended with an overly religious mother heading off to gamble again and a hypocritically religious step father taking liberties and crossing boundaries that left an emotionally scarred young teenager wondering the streets for two days before meeting his future bestie Anna Vesuvia who took him in. It was not until recently when the now 25 year old transgendered beauty had received a call from her aunt who told her everything there was to know about Graeme Draguin. Prompting the young lady to fly out to her dear friends in California for the adventure that she'd deeply hoped for in the back of her subconscious for so long. The only problem was... well... "Will he love me, still?" 2. The day was exceptionally warm throughout San Bernardino County, California. Gwen was perspiring just a bit under the hot weather as she stood on Lott St. just off the corner of Aventine Blvd in Ontario gazing at the front porch of house number 213 where a man stood with his back to her putting up one side of a new shed he'd been near finished with by this point. She'd barely recognized him at first as his face had a long scar up his left cheek, a half a joker smile it seemed and he wore an eye patch over the left eye. He was handsomely rugged and rough, with no facial hair, but his own dark hair was long and kept in two tales down the back much like a butch version of little girls pig tales, the thought made Gwen suppress a giggle, as he definitely wore it well. Her father he most certainly was, older but still handsome stood shirtless with his impressive collection of art work inked into his back and arms. Gwen felt a pang of guilt at the arousal she was feeling, tightening in her jeans as she gazed upon the back tattoos that depicted a Dragon over the upper right hand side suspended in the air holding a steel peace sign in its talons, while the grim reaper with his back turned held up a fiery anarchy symbol behind the peace sign in his right hand and held a silencer tipped desert eagle pistol on the left raised up while standing at the lower left of Graeme's back. At the lower right, a Hyena wearing a biker vest gazed up at the pair watching while further in on the landscape the picture showed musician King Diamond leaning against a black and gold rimmed hearse. The thought in Gwen's mind that nearly sent her tumbling into giggles at her guilty arousal were "Oh wow, my daddy's a BAD boy." Her feet fell like stones and felt twice as heavy as she made her way, the fear and cold nervous anxiety attacking her every step with the thoughts of what would follow this encounter. The horror stories she'd heard from her many gay, lesbian, and gendered friends in the past who'd come out to their families to be cast aside, or worse... politely ignored after the first encounter. This thought made her eyes brim with threatening tears as she sucked it up and braved her every move. "Hey! Dad!" a sweet voice called from the screen door of the house on Lott St. "Someone's coming to talk to you, check it out." Gwen froze as if she were a deer caught in headlights as Graeme Draguin turned around and locked eyes with her. The girl inside the house opened the screen door with a hand over her brow to shade her eyes from the glow of the sun and stepped out watching as her dad put his tools down and looked quizzically at the striking beauty who stood frightened before him. "Can I help you?" his strong masculine voice pierced her heart with child like desire, a need to embrace the man she'd lost as a boy and longed to return to after so long. Gwen simply stood looking between Graeme and the young obviously between ages 16 and 19 years it seemed to her, with a heavy bountiful chest under her tight blue shirt and amazing curves under that frilly black skirt that came down to her knees. "Um... " Gwen stammered. "Ug! I um... I'm looking for um... Graeme... uh, Mr Dragon Draguin!" she had mispronounced her own last name and took a near tearful breath. "Maggie." The man said. "Go back inside sweetheart." "But Dad!" the girl whined, making her seem much younger than her actual 18 years on this earth. "Now kiddo!" Graeme shot back with a suppressed grin. He'd always gotten a kick out of the childish whining that came from teenagers sometimes. Something else was in Graeme's growing smile at the moment as he turned back with his one good eye on the exceptionally beautiful girl that stood nervous before him... he knew, not knowing how, he just knew. "Georgie?" he asked. She only nodded and sniffled holding back a tear. "Ye... yeah." He looks like he's about to cry she thought when looking deep into that one dark brown eye adorned by a devilishly arched brow. Graeme approached her slowly, wiping his hands on his pants as she stood, bare chested and tall in his 6'2" frame over the 5'7" girl who'd once been his only son. "Georgie... " he all but squeaked as he pulled her into his arms. Gwen's breath barely escaped with her ensuing arousal at the naked torso that pulled her close, but this arousal was replaced by that feeling she'd craved since she was four years old. The need to let go and be held by the most wonderful man she'd ever loved once more after 21 years apart. The child in her parents arms let go and wept hard into his chest. "Daddy!" was all she could say. His hands stroked her hair and back, holding her tight as she whispered the named "George... my little Georgie." over and over again. The scene brought tears to three pairs of eyes watching from the 83 red ford station wagon parked down the block, who'd only witnessed the horror story side of this tale time and time before, and happily bare new witness to a rare happy edit for once. The scene also brought confusion to the eyes of the girl Maggie who stood at the window watching her father embrace the young lady, a single river of tears forming out of his right eye as he caressed and held the girl. "Dad I!" Gwen was almost runny nosed from the hard weeping. Graeme Draguin, or Toki has he'd been called by his brothers of his MC (motorcycle club) pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and offered it to his child. "Georgie, kiddo... you... wow... look amazing." he'd been a little confused by not far thrown off by his sons appearance as female, the situation was obvious and welcome just so long as he had his baby boy er girl back. "Honey... oh Georgie." He was at loss for words. "Gwen, dad." she smiled and sniffled. "It's Gwen now." "Gwen." he repeated with a soft smile as his hand came up to caress her cheek. "You're so beautiful... " That statement brought another burst of heavy sobs from the girl as she fell forward into her fathers arms against, wrapping hers around his torso and holding tight. "Shh, its okay baby, its okay." he'd returned to the fatherly caress and comfort that kept her in his arms for what passed as almost 7 minutes before finally pulling back. "You... you don't hate me?" she asked with a sobbing hiccup. "Hate you?" he smiled. "You're my first born, my child... my baby." he caressed her cheek some more. "Do you... do you wanna come inside?" Gwen followed him in and quickly dialed her friends who informed her that they'd be a local diner having lunch while she spent time with her old man. Inside, Maggie who like her older half sisters knew about George Draguin, was surprised to meet Gwen Draguin, and even bombarded her with curiosity about her lifestyle, finding it beyond fascinating for almost an hour before agreeing to give the father and child some time alone with one another. In that time Gwen unveiled everything about her life, growing up in various states with her mother, skirting suspiciously around the abuse from her step father in a way that Graeme decoded all his own. She'd learned everything about him too... remembering her favorite biker gang based t.v. Drama it didn't take her long to decipher the patches she saw on his vest that hung on the back of a kitchen chair as they talked. The rockers on the back were those of his club cuts. At the top read "Saints of Hell" and the bottom read "Ontario CA", in the middle of these two rockers was a joker card on fire at the top and a joker in the middle holding a knife and giving the bird with his free hand. The side rocker read "SOHO" which she took to be the clubs moniker to the letters of their club. When he'd excused himself to use the facilities she turned the chair a bit to look at the front of the leather vest and found patches on the right breast that read "Sgt. At Arms" on top of a "men of mayhem", on the left side breast was a patch that read "First Fallen" and under that a patch that read "Damned to Life". Gwen let out an amused giggle at the handful of wing patches of various colors on his vest, knowing these had to represent depraved sexual acts he'd committed. "What's so funny?" he asked walking back in with a grin. "Nothing... just admiring your 'cuts'." "What do you know about my 'cuts'?" he mused, picking up the vest and putting on over his naked torso. "I watch this show on FX that is pretty awesome... about guys like you." With a huff he turned to the counter to pour another cup of coffee. "It's a decent show, but not completely truthful to my lifestyle." "Whats with the wings?" she asked with a cocky grin. "Um... nah don't, don't worry about it." he groaned inciting a giggle from her. "So." he sat down gazing at her. "You uh... you planning to finish the process?" he worded the question regarding her desire to keep her penis carefully as to not offend his daughter. "I dunno." she took a sip of the coffee he poured her earlier. "I think I'll stay this way for now... its a very big step to do that. Once its done, there's no going back." "As if there is now?" he grinned. They shared a kind chuckle that was followed by an awkward silence that hung in air for a while before Gwen finished her coffee and straightened up. "Where's your wife?" "Business trip." He said running his hand through his hair. "What does she do?" "She's... she's an actress." he looked into his cup taking a sip as he tip toed around the inquiry. "An actress?" "Porn star." he said quickly. "No way!" Gwen giggled. "That so bad?" Graeme teasingly pinched her knee. "No... no!" Gwen pulled away. "It's just, my friends who brought me here are in the business as well." "No shit?" Over the next half hour she learned that her fathers wife and two step daughters were porn stars (shockingly ones she knew about and even met one of them a year before) and that her younger half sister had just done her first scene for NoDaddy.com a fantasy site with various and assorted fantasies to play out such as "Bad Babysitters" which Maggie had done. "... and you're okay with all that?" Gwen was genuinely surprised as men often got jealous or unhappy with spouses and offspring involved in the business. "No sweat off my back." he smiled. "If it makes em happy then I'm happy for em." "Do you ever get jealous?" she asked. Shaking his head, Graeme looked up at her and grinned coyly. "Let's just say... Francine and I have... an open marriage... with rules of course... but we're very open." "What kind of rules?" Gwen asked with growing curiosity and slightly shamed arousal. "Well... simple stuff really... " he sighed. "When we're together, we ARE together... no flirty or pawing with other people, and definitely never sleeping with people the other specifically says not to. Such as some douche bag that pisses me off and for a while tried to stick it to me by getting your mother to cheat on me, successfully I might add." Gwen had heard that story before, the story her aunt told her about Yvonne Hollis-Draguin cheating with a man named Ronnie Bristol, who now walked with an eternal limp because of his actions. That the infidelity had broken the marriage and threats of going to the police with certain actions of the MC had kept Graeme at bay for a while, so that she could run away with their own son. "As far as mistresses, paramours if you will... " he continued. "We keep it honest and straight, that we are married and intend to stay that way. If she's over here and I'm over their and mood takes us, then we do what we will with someone we happen to be attracted too. The most important rule however is... never to call and say 'I'll be late' for the purpose of meeting another person, or this marriage is over without question." Gwen Pt. 01 "That seems pretty well set." Gwen mused. "Well... we tried monogamy but that's just not human nature to be monogamous... however it is human nature to be self sacrificing which is where we get the idea for monogamy in the first place... kind of like, mankind's way of fucking our own selves over." he smiled. "Honey I'm home!" a voice called out from the opening door. In stepped two beautiful porn stars that Gwen knew well enough. Among the few girls in the business who braved going by their given names, omitting the surname of course was Gemma Rose, a buxom beauty covered in ink much like her dad, hair shaved on the side of her head leaving the top long and dyed blonde. Breast enhanced like Gwen's, and just as delectable. In fact, Gwen had taken a photo of Gemma's breasts and showed it to her surgeon explaining that those were the very tits she wanted for her self. Kali Rae was petite and had not touched herself with cosmetic surgery, at least not yet, as all her fans were hoping. She was a knock out with her teeny bopper looks and rebel child attitude, very popular with the black customers who loved seeing skinny tiny whities taking big black dick. The girls stopped when they saw Gwen and smiled, it was Gemma Rose who spoke earlier at the door and quipped "Hey it's you!" "Yeah!" Gwen laughed. "How've you been?" "You know each other?" Graeme looked back and forth between the girls. "Yeah we met last year." Gwen got up and hugged Gemma. "That's right." Gemma said giving a squeeze. "Porno-con Reno Nevada at the Opus Prospector Casino. You took a picture of my tits so that your doctor could give you a similar look... and I see it took." they both giggled. "I'm Kali." the petite dyed blonde introduced herself to Gwen before taking a passive aggressively defensive seat on her fathers lap, as if to keep her territory marked. This act was not lost on Gwen who noticed how strange Kali seemed to wiggle in her fathers embrace, almost as if... no no, don't think like that now. She's probably just a protective daddy's, girl... wish I was Gwen thought. "So what are you doing here?" Gemma asked after clearing her throat with a sharp glance that spoke silent to Kali Rae. "Girls... " Graeme's hand fell to Kali's hip and caressed her as he spoke. "Remember how I told you that you had a brother named George out there somewhere?" To this the duo nodded just as Maggie walked in to join the group. "Well... meet your sister, her name is Gwen now." 3. That night was enjoyment and laughter around the table... having only disappeared for a couple hours for club business, he returned with Chinese food, and an odd cut on his right hand stitched and bandaged with no real explanation which Gwen took as something club secret and not to dwell on. The night was a happy one, for she'd been given something few in her position ever get, a warm and deeply loving welcome from a parent of a transgendered girl. The table was alive with joy and conversation omitting from the two step daughters and young daughter of Graeme Draguin on one side of the big long table in the backyard for large gatherings. On that one side also sat Holly Raines and Anna Vesuvia. On the other side sat Gwen with Avan Martel and three brothers from SOHO, and a rather nice mentally challenged overweight man named Ramsey or Ram as they called him. Gwen was introduced happily among the kind but rugged brothers (President of the Club Norman Creek, along with full patch brothers Kenny Wright and Packie Forman) and even found herself blushing crimson as they flirted with her openly with good natured flirts in front of her dad. At times she felt a rush go through her at the strange open nature of the house when her new sisters openly flirted with the club brothers and even sat in their laps at times. At one point Kali especially picked up a piece of asparagus and shared it with Packie who gobbled it from the other end until their lips met. It was certainly not lost on the overwhelmed girl when her best friend Avan was obvious in his flirtations with Graeme at the table and could swear her father wasn't adverse to reciprocating. Gwen had taken note that when Graeme and Norman took Avan to look at the bikes in the garage that they were gone an awfully long while before returning with Norman's arm clasped around Avan's shoulder affectionately. In her mind her thoughts were racing with the possibilities of what came to pass, for Avan was so beautiful at just 22 years, and serious twink, that even straight guys went nuts for him. She had been in the living room talking with Gemma Rose and Anna when Holly took off up the stairs with Packie and Kenny, with a noise that soon followed to be their obvious sexual escapade taking place above the heads of the girls. Kali however, feigned disinterest and went to hang out with the guys in the garage. Kali stood at the doorway looking towards the window in the garage on the far northern side where one could see directly into the house of the next door neighbors kitchen window, which was covered with a transparent yellow curtain. The silhouettes of uncle Norman and the neighbor lady were easy to make out, but the real show was further into the Garage with its doors now shut. Sitting on his bike was her step-daddy Graeme, who's hand was holding the head of the young homosexual porn star Avan as the boys mouth moaned appreciatively over the hard cock of the tattooed biker. Those full ruby twink lips skimmed over the rigid flesh slowly as he came up stopping at the mushroom to give a hard sloppy suckle before moving back down to work his gag reflex on this monster. The little gay 20 something 5'8" twink was completely nude on his knees with his cloths lying across Graeme's own bike. Kali had always loved her daddy's big fat cock in all its eight inch glory. She especially loved licking and kissing her way up the side of the slick shaft only to stop and admire the tattoo that read "my little wife beater" in italic font on the side. Avan did the same, giggling when he saw the words. "That must of hurt." his sissy voice mused, looking up into the man's eyes. "Not half as much as its gonna hurt you when I'm up in your guts, kid!" Graeme growled inciting a moan from the slender twink. The young man twink slobbered all over that beautiful piece of daddy meat that Kali was so covetous of, she loved to relive the nigh she first saw it years before, just two days before her 18th birthday which comically earned her dad his pink wings. Graeme noticed Kali watching and blew her a kiss before turning his attention back to the young man whore who was servicing his prick with the love only a sissy boy could give. His groans were strained as he tried to prove himself the alpha here and keep the power in this act. "Muah!" Avan's lips smacked coming off the hard dick. "My god, you're the hottest man I've ever done this wish!" The boy moaned with a loud sigh as he took the flesh back into his hungry mouth. "Slut!" Graeme Toki Draguin growled. "I'll bet you've had many, but not as good as this one." "None sir!" the boy fall back on his heels, breathing hard with his blonde locks falling down his brow. His fist stroked hard and fast. "I want it, daddy! I want this cock in me!" Lifting the twink to his feet, Graeme made the boy straddle Norman's bike as he placed himself behind the youth. "Now this... " Graeme said. "Is usually called 'riding bitch', but seeing as you're a sissy about to be stuffed like a fat kid in a pizza parlor, we'll say its YOU who's ridding bitch." Kali giggled hard and loud enough that Avan looked over in shock that was replaced by a loud groan as his backdoor was forced open by the head of the monster that adorned Graeme's jeans. "Fuck!" Avan groaned falling forward on the bike. Graeme took the boys shoulders, admiring the tramp stamp at the small of his lower back that read "Tease this sissyboy", then forced himself deep and hard, covering Avan's mouth to keep him from screaming loud enough for everyone to hear. "OH GOD!" came the muffled cried. Avan was in bottom cub heaven as his sensitive anal ring stretched for the hard cock belonging to his best girlfriend's daddy. A man whom he and the other girls in the car were mooning over at lunch earlier, talking about taking him in every hole for all they were worth. "Tight bitch for a porn star sissy queer!" Graeme flexed his hips, pushing himself in hard, bringing cries from under his hand as he fucked the sissy hard. In the doorway, Kali was rubbing her slit fiercely watching the action play out, not noticing her uncle Norman re-entering the garage to see the blatant act of homosexual coupling on his bike. "Fuck sake man!" he groaned. "Did ya have to do it on my bike?" Graeme just grinned and continued fucking the young porn star harder and harder up his tight shit chute, relishing the way the young man slumped and groaned with each thrust. "think my dick is big ya little nancy?" Graeme sneered into the boys ear. Avan looked over to see Kali undoing Norman's pants and fishing out his 10 inch cock, working her small lips barely over the first full two inches of it just to get it hard again. "Oh fuck me god!" Avan groaned. "Want that dick too, bitch?" Graeme sliced the boys wet hole with his beef spear. "want that big fucker in your tight sphincter you fucking fag ass little dandy." The harsh slurs sent Avan over the edge, the verbal stimulus with the cock meat man handling that Graeme delivered was all too much for the boy to handle as he coated Norman's seat with white sticky twink skeet. The boy was near joyful sobbing when Graeme disappointed him by pulling out and moving off the bike "noooooooo" the sissyboy groaned. "You shut your pretty little trap there, friend of Dorothy." Norman's rough older voice cut through him as the man stepped closer. "You just painted my leather with your sissy sap, now ya gotta pay." "Daddy?" Kali called to Graeme in her sweetest little girl voice. "My kitty has a booboo." Graeme shook his head with a chuckle, loving how this young lady loved to play around. "Where's this booboo then sweetness?" She giggled coquettishly pointing down between her legs. Pulling her standing to her feet, Graeme yanked her pants down and lifted her in the air just in time to hear the painful groaning of Avan just a few feet away, as the 10 inch monster cock skewer his asshole wide open. Norman had pulled the boy to standing bent over with his head in the leather seat, planted firmly where Norman had ordered him to clean up his sissyboy mess with his sissyboy tongue, just as he filled the dainty limp wrist with his hard hairy dick. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuuuuuuuuck meeeee!" the youth groaned hard, sobbing into the seat before doing as he was ordered and licking his own cum off the leather. "Wow." Kali sighed as she fell down her fathers length. "I think uncle Normie's in love." Her arms around her fathers neck as she leaned in for a kiss... "Just like I am." she giggled, quickly turning that giggle to a moan as her father lifted her up and down his hard shaft. "Oh god!" the simultaneous moans filled the garage from Avan and Kali. "Are you gonna fuck her too daddy?" Kali moaned between kisses as Graeme held her thighs, helping her ride her tight wet pussy up and down his hard pole... "You gonna make her one of your bitches too? Just like the rest of us? You gonna suck her hard fat pussy cock then fuck her deep wet vag-ass?" The crazed young woman was bouncing and laughing deliriously in her moans, with a hint of jealous venom on her lips with every word. "Will her twat butt be as tight as mine?! AAAAHHHH!! Fuck me daddy fuck me!!" she cried ridding hard up and down his rigid shaft. "Fuck me good daddy! Fuck me better than her and I'll give you my ass!! That's what you want you filthy pervert!? My virgin asshole!!" Kali was dripping sweat and panting as Graeme laid her on his Harley and holding her thighs, began to pummel her tight pussy harder and faster. Avan was almost passed out by the force of the hard biker cock that violated his tight hole, leaving him with grunts of "uh-uhg-uhg" as he slumped onto the seat, some of his twink skeet coating his cheek. "You like that boy?" Norman growled down at the youth. "Lub ift... " Avan could hardly articulate the words as his own cock forced more boy goo onto the floor with the anticipation of his own bowls being filled with the man's greasy colonic. Kali was half crying and moaning from the rough fuck her dad was giving her. Her hands taking hold of his neck and holding tight as she convulsed in multiple orgasms around his hard dick. "I'm gonna cum baby!" He groaned. "Fuck! Fuck! Cum in me!!" She half squealed. "Fucking cum in me!!" "Are you sure?" he asked playfully. "Still taking your pill?" "Fuck that! No more pills! No more pills! No more fucking pills! Baby's having your fucking baby now! AHHHH!" She cried out throwing her head back in another body wracking orgasm. As if on perfect cue, Avan's insides were coated with hot sticky jizz at the same times as Graeme worked his potent baby makers up in Kali Rae's guts. After moments to unwind, the silence broken only by heavy breathing was shaken up when Norman pulled out of the groaning twink with a sigh and a "Whoo-wee!" "Jesus Christ." Avan said not unlike Mr Slave. "Tell me about it." Kali sighed and whimpered before leaning up to kiss her daddy's full lips. She locked eyes and whispered. "Please don't forget me when you get her too." He shook his head and kissed her again. "I'm not like your other dad, honey... I'm not going to leave you, I promise." She nodded, the jealousy still hot inside of her for those she already shared him with, but accepted. She worried about this other one, having seen her dad fuck a boy like Avan meant he'd surely not be adverse to fucking a beauty such as Gwen anytime soon, and though she didn't know it, deep in her subconscious she'd fallen in love at first sight with the amazingly beautiful transgendered girl. "I hope y'all don't mind... " Norman spoke up. "But I ain't done with this bitch by a long shot." he said slapping Avan's ass. "ooooh no." the twink playfully groaned, bringing laughter from everyone in the room, including Maggie Mae who'd been standing in the doorway the entire time unbeknownst to them all. "Glad you all had fun." she quipped. "But remember one thing missy... " she wagged her finger accusingly at Kali. "I get to sleep with him tonight, remember?" 4. Clean up had been simple enough, and Gwen's evening had been pleasantly greeted with surprise when she was invited to stay over and share Maggie's room. An offer she quickly accepted before kissing Holly and Anna goodbye with promises to see them over the weekend. She was taken back however when Avan rode with Norman and hugged him close with a twinkle in his eyes for the 50 something year old man bear. "Your home-boy's in love." Gemma mused from behind Gwen, waving goodbye to the bikers as they raced off. "Come on, lets get ready for bed, big day tomorrow." "Big day?" Asked Gwen. "Yeah... mom gets back, you gotta meet her." Leading Gwen through the house as she undressed, getting ready for the evening. "Plus we're all going down to the studio for my big debut." "What debut?" "Well." Gemma Rose developed a coy smile. "Tomorrow we're filming my first on screen anal scene for NoDaddy.com's sub-site SlickFirstTimeAss." "Wow... " Gwen was genuinely surprised. "and the whole family is going down to watch?" "Of course." Gemma pulled a long t-shirt over her head. "We always share big on screen firsts... you love it." Gwen smiled and turned towards Maggie's room turning questioningly towards Gemma, "This IS Maggie's room right?" "Yep... but don't worry, you'll have it all to yourself tonight." The questioning glance she gave brought another coy grin. "It's her night... she gets to spend time with dad, so she's gonna... snuggle... snuggle up with the old man for the night." Gwen nodded, unsure, thinking it a tad odd but shrugging as she made her way into the room, looking around at the spacious area, wondering how a biker can afford something so big. Then she remembered that most of it was probably not legal to begin with, considering that few legal jobs leave a person coming home with a secret cut on their hand. Stripping to her panties and shirt, she lay back under the covers, thrill and calm all at once coming over her as she replayed this amazing day in her head. Her father, whom she lost so long ago, loved her, and thought her beautiful. She expected to be shunned or worse like many in her shoes, then to just pick up the pieces, go into therapy and move on with her life, but instead she got this. A handsome hunk of a dad who was bad to the bone and sharp as a razor, calling her beautiful and holding her tight to his naked chest. Gwen felt her face flushed crimson at the arousal that she felt remembering his bare flesh in her arms, how hot his skin was under her embrace. Oh daddy she thought closing her eyes. His smile, his rough but handsome features in her mind oh daddy her hands trailing down her belly as she pictured him. Oh god yes daddy harder! That last thought was not her's but an actual voice, muffled and faint but she heard it. Sitting up, Gwen listened and heard the faint moaning and squeaking of bed springs. Pulling the covers up to her chin like a frightened child, she sat there on the bed wondering. Is it possible? Are those real noises or just in my head? But the noise didn't stop and neither could she. As Gwen lay back, feeling her cock stiffen rigid in her panties, she quickly reached under the covered and took the waist band of her undies and pushed them down her legs, she couldn't know but she pictured it, Maggie in that room making love to him... her own FATHER. In Gwen's mind the girl was on her back holding him with her legs wrapped round his waist as his what had to be a big tasty cock sawed in and out of her tight 18 year old quim. Yes! She moaned softly stroking her cock. In the bedroom down the hall a big triple D breasted minx with dark hair and chocolatey brown eyes bounced furiously up and down her father's pole. His hands squeeze her titties as she bit down on a plush pillow to keep her moans down. Maggie's pussy was as tight now as it was just a few months ago when she gave it to her father on her birthday, swearing it only to him and no one else. Her eyes gazed hungrily down at the handsome man, even with the empty ocular cavity that his eye patch had covered, he was the man of her dreams. Giggling and moaning with the little pillow clenched in her teeth, the sweet sex pot rose and fell up and down the man's hard shaft, squeezing him with her silky wet crevice. "Oh go addy." she muffled under the pillow as she rode him. "I wuv oo addy!" In the bed of the room that belonged to Maggie, Gwen stroked herself fast in a tight fist. She no longer envisioned her younger half sister but herself. In her mind she folded like a lawn chair with her legs on his shoulders as the man plunged deep into her tight ass while she stroked herself. The shame of repressing this fantasy after having it so long had temporarily vanished as she did as she always did on nights she masturbated thinking of her father. For years she had the faded face of an old picture however, now she had the real thing fresh in her mind as she stroked the rigid shaft faster and faster, her moans escaping, not unknown by the giggling pornstar sisters in the rooms adjacent. Gwen Pt. 01 In the master bedroom Maggie lay flat on her front biting down hard on the pillow as her dad rode her from behind, thrusting deep and hard into her dripping squirting sex. The girls orgasms has wracked her body with continuous convulsions as her juice went spraying into the mattress on her mothers side of the bed, a side she'd rub the older woman's face in later tomorrow. "Take it baby girl!" he moaned into her ear, holding her shoulders tight as he thrust deep. "Take daddy deep, let daddy cum inside of you." Groaning into the pillow she shook her head no, almost begging but it was too late, his seed was filling her young womb without protection save for a pill that doesn't ALWAYS work. She groaned miserably as she came again having felt the hot spray inside of her, the large tool pushing deep and holding firm. Forgetting where she was, Gwen followed her normal routine in masturbation by doubling over as she stroke fast ferociously, her cock aimed for her own mouth as she near orgasm. So many nights not unlike tonight, she imagines that her mouth is just below his cock... his big daddy cock just before she goes over the edge and hot jizz shoots out and all over her face and into her mouth. Moaning, she swallows, stroking every last drop out onto her lips, eyes closed and a moan escaping her throat with the post orgasmic bliss that followed. Panting, she lay in the glow of her long time fantasy, using her fingers to whip the cum off her face and lick it clean, before falling into that post masturbatory shame that always accompanied her bliss. With her hands to her face and cover, Gwen pulled herself into the fetal position and began to weep. A sad song of gentle sobs wracked the poor girl as she lay in that bed with self loathing, the deep sense of depressed pessimistic self hatred that came from years of living under the yoke of christian hypocrisy. Kali sat with her lap top on her lap in her bed, tears falling down her cheeks as she watched her new sister weep in a curled up ball from the camera she'd snuck into the room earlier. She'd remembered how Gwen spoke of where she grew up and immediately understood... she knew the world of hateful religious bigots who created shame where pleasure arose. She wept softly watching her sister weep as her own hand worked its way down under her covered and slowly stroked her clit, working herself to orgasm, both lamenting and savoring the sad scene with sexual arousal. She wanted to hate her new competition but she also wanted to mate with her. The damaged youth who'd found solace with her new father as opposed to the last had many issues to work out, this was gonna be her hardest she felt. "Sleep tight, sis." she whisper to the picture just as she reached her own mini orgasm. "It'll all be better tomorrow, you'll see... daddy always makes it better."