Gender Bending Daughter Ch. 02: Graduates

It had been two weeks exactly since my father began my "training." My body, especially my breasts and genitals, were sore but warm from extended gratification. I had become adept at giving him head, accepting his fat cock in my ass, with lust and enthusiasm, and could easily assume every sexual position with little effort, even managing to get my legs behind my head, providing him the deepest penetration of pussy and ass.

In the beginning, I had struggled with accepting a cock, especially my father's shaft. Having been a male my entire life, just switching genders mere days earlier, I had fought to overcome a lifetime of learned behavior and natural instincts, no longer was I the one doing the pitching, but now catching. And not just in my pussy, but in my ass and mouth, often in that order.

I eventually mastered spreading my legs unquestioning, relaxing as he entered me, and giving myself to him willingly. I learned to love being taken, submitting to dad's desires and lust. This reversal in roles was drilled into me, figurative and literally. He punished even the slightest sign of resistance, with relentless spankings, rewarded compliance with pleasure.

Finally, in the bedroom, I had come to feel and think like a woman. It had been days since my dad had last spanked me for failing to perform an instruction perfectly. As we laid in bed that last day, dad behind me, softly cupping one of my breasts with his large hand, he whispered into my ear.

"I called Tom this morning and told him to pick you up at 2 PM," dad said.

I quietly accepted his edict, and turned to look at him carefully. His barrel chest, short silver hair, dark skin, and piercing brown eyes gave him an air of authority and strong maleness, which made him quite attractive to women. He had had more than his share of dalliances over the years, even when mom was still at home. Now, as his latest conquest, I fully understood the magnetism women felt toward him. His slightest gaze caused my loins to ache for his touch.

I sat at the kitchen table, calmly sipping a cup of hot coffee, and running my left hand slowly through my shoulder length black hair. My mind replayed moments from the last several weeks, starting with my sex change at the clinic, where I had been transformed into a woman. The procedure took only three days, making me a fully authentic female, right down to my chromosomes. My girlfriend had also undergone the procedure, becoming a man. His name was now Tom and mine Alena.

In designing our new female and male bodies, I thought it would be fun to set our respective sexual drives to maximum. As a consequence, we had fucked like rabbits the first day out of the clinic, but I had become sore and confused, scared by the constant surrender of my body to Tom's yearnings. Sure, I had enhanced desires too, however, being a woman was different, and I had not yet adjusted to the more passive role in our relationship.

So I ran to my father's home, not even willing to tell dad who I was. However, Tom had called ahead, and my father had taken it up himself over the last two weeks to make a real woman out of me. He said that he had told Tom I went to a retreat for intensive therapy and would be back in a couple of weeks.

At first, it had been shocking and weird to have my father making love to me, especially so powerfully. As his son, he had barely noticed me growing up, however, as his adult daughter; he couldn't keep his hands off me or his penis and fingers out of me.

Dad's "training" combined with my over-amped sex drive, had finally forced me to accept being a female. I not only liked being fucked vaginally, anally, and orally, I craved it. My dreams filled with father's cock penetrating me, causing me to cry out in pleasure and pain. It was strange how agony and ecstasy had become so entangled, resulting in a new emotion, which was far stronger and more satisfying than I had experienced as a man.

After breakfast, dad ushered me into the bedroom for one last "training session". He bent me over his knees, with my feet high in the air, my head almost touching the floor. My long black hair spilled onto the floor, my large breasts swung down as well, and my nipples stood out like hard beads. I had actually come to relish the helplessness of this position.

Dad slowly worked my rectum open with his large fingers, and then slid in a huge dildo into my ass, while he pinched and twisted one of my nipples. I tried to open my tight ass further to accommodate the wide long dildo.

In the past, I would have squirmed and received a blistering spanking, now I just moaned softly, as he seated the sizable dildo all the way up inside of me, leaving only the tip protruding out. I was surprised when he didn't begin to relentlessly pump me with the dildo, as he had always done in previous sessions.

Instead, he picked me up; dildo still firmly inserted in my ass, and laid me on the sleeping platform, face up. He slid between my open legs, and a moment later, I felt his swollen cock spear my vagina. This was a new sensation, and not a pleasant one. My colon was distended from the dildo, which put a great deal of pressure on my vagina, leaving little room for his fat cock.

I tried my best to accommodate both the dildo and his shaft without crying out in pain, but when he started pumping me and simultaneously working the dildo in and out of my ass, I couldn't control myself any longer.

"Daddy, it's too much!" I whined.

He stopped and reached up, stroking my face gently.

"Sweetest daughter, you must learn to not only eagerly accept two large cocks in your body, but enjoy the experience," he said.

"Yes, daddy," I said, resigned to accepting his will.

I knew arguing with him further would only earn me a harsh spanking.

He resumed pumping me and moving the dildo in and out, but slower this time. In time, my cunt and ass stretched out sufficiently to house both cocks without undue pain. In fact, I began to delight in each stroke of his dick and the dildo.

He worked them in unison, bringing to me to a climax. My legs, pointed toward the ceiling in a wide-V, trembled, and my throbbing pussy ejaculated warm cum over my father's shaft, which made it slicker, encouraging him to take me harder and deeper.

I groaned in ecstasy, as my back arched and my head went into the pillow. My entire body shuddered and shook, as I felt him come, shooting hot cum far into my vagina. I had learned to love that feeling. I even relished the taste of his cum.

He left the dildo embedded all the way up in my ass, and crawled next to my head, allowing me to suck his still hard dick and lick off my pussy juices and remaining cum.

"Yummy," I said, with cum dripping form my open mouth.

Daddy smiled and reached down and softly fanned my clit, causing me to shiver again. After I finished cleaning him up, he rolled me over, still leaving the dildo in my ass.

He gave a voice command to the room computer, causing a holographic screen at the foot of the bed to materialize. He climbed on top of me, gently lowering himself so that his cock was snuggled between my legs and its large head pressing against my clitoris. This position signaled we were to lay quietly and watch porn together.

Over the last two weeks, we spent at least three hours each day viewing porn in this position. The skin flicks were always about a father-daughter pairing, though sometimes they featured a mother and son. At first, I had been creep'ed out by the videos, but soon found them not only stimulating, but also educational. After each viewing, we would duplicate the acts depicted in the videos.

Today, we watched a slightly different one, where the girl's boyfriend joined the father and daughter in a three-way. I immediately understood the implications of this viewing material. Dad was planning to invite Tom, my boyfriend, who until recently had been my girlfriend, to join in a three-way!

As I watched the girl on the screen suck her father's dick, while her boyfriend took her from behind, my heart raced.

"Daddy, you can't expect Tom to join us. She, I mean, he would be shocked and appalled that we have been having sex, and joining would make even more upset. Please don't ask him to..." I begged him before he interrupted me.

"Let me worry about that," he said, shushing me by placing his hand over my mouth.

I knew from experience that arguing with him further would only earn me a sore ass, so I quieted down. After we finished watching a few more videos along the same vein, he dismissed the screen and told me to make myself presentable for Tom. Suddenly, I realized, it was almost time for Tom to arrive! Dad rolled off me and I jumped up and ran to the bathroom.

As a man, I had never thought much about makeup or hair styling. Fortunately, there were supplies and a program stored in the bathroom's mirror, probably left by my mother. The software expertly led me through the process of applying the items to my face and hair. When I finished, I actually thought I looked sexy!

My lips were the best feature of my new body, full and shapely, and now adorned with bright red lipstick. Funny how putting on makeup actually picked up my spirits-perhaps it wasmy amped-up female hormones now rampantly flowing through my entire body. I went to the bedroom, and had the 3D printer fabricate a beautiful yellow sundress and black high heels for me.

Until now, I hadn't been allowed to wear clothing around house. My dad thought clothes only impeded his quick and easy access to my pussy, ass, and tits. The dress fit well and further bolstered my mood. Walking in the high heels, however, would take more practice. So I went barefoot.

Tom arrived in my driverless car. As he got out of the vehicle, seeing him stirred dormant emotions in me. When we had gone to the gender-swapping clinic just a short time ago, he had been a she, and not thrilled at the prospect of changing sexes, but had done it for me.

Just before our procedures, I had altered his selections, specifying a tall, heavily muscled body type, instead of the small one he had selected. I also added shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes. And I had set both of our sex drives to maximum, a choice I was still learning to live with.

My father answered the door, shook his hand vigorously, and then escorted Tom to a couch, directly across from where I was sitting. With my arms folded in my lap, I was trying to conceal my nervousness, with a smile. Tom checked me out from head to feet.

"You look wonderful!" he finally said, grinning at me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, apparently he wasn't still mad at me.

"Thank you! I'm still adjusting to being female, especially the makeup," I said, winking at him.

I hoped this played well into my dad's cover story about me undergoing gender change therapy. I knew Tom must still harbor some anger about the way I left him so quickly after our respective sex changes.

"You seem to have become quite adept at being a beautiful woman," he said, smiling again.

"I think we should get started," my dad said, abruptly.

Tom nodded agreement and both of them got up and came over to me, one on each side, easily lifting my diminutive frame out of the couch. Tom held one of my arms and dad the other. They carried me down the hallway toward to the bedroom. I started to struggle desperately, but to no avail. Sometimes I cursed how weak and vulnerable this body was.

"Wait! What is going on?" I yelled, as my feet barely touched the ground.

"Your father has been in constant contact with me over the last two weeks. Initially, I was traumatized and even disgusted that you left me only to seduce your father. However, your dad carefully and length explained that you had always felt a sexually attracted to him and when you became woman, you just couldn't resist him any longer," Tom said, calmly.

We were almost to the bedroom. I was sputtering, speechless from the lies my dad had told Tom.

"I don't understand," I said, having trouble breathing, my head was swimming.

"Your father described how you needed time with him to adjust to becoming woman. I eventually learned to accept this situation, especially after he sent me all those recordings showing how you were learning to to accept your feminine nature," Tom said.

This distortion of what had happened was unbelievable. My father had practically forced himself on me the first time, although I had soon learned to like having sex with him. I couldn't believe he had been taking with Tom all along, even sending Tom recordings of our sexual exploits. I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I found it impossible to believe that Tom had agreed to a three-some, with dad and me! I was in shock and denial.

The two men laid me on the sleeping platform. I immediately tried to get off the bed, but Tom easily held me in place with one hand. Damn, I wish I hadn't endowed him with so much strength, and me so little!

"Let me up," I cried.

"Stop struggling or I will give you a spanking to remember," dad said.

I persisted anyway, as the whole situation had gotten out of hand. Tom sat on the platform, rolled me over, and pulled me face down across his formidable legs. I continued to resist futilely.

"Let me handle her, I will correct her behavior in short order. As I recall from the recordings, the most effective method of spanking her ass was with a long back brush," said Tom briskly.

"No," I yelled, but dad went to get the brush anyway.

"If you don't settle down Adena, I will be forced to add another 10 slaps!" Tom said.

I stopped squirming instantly and went silent. My father returned with the long wooden back brush and Tom administered 10 sharp whacks to each of my cheeks. I was sobbing by the last three. He hadn't been gentle, using his right hand to great effect. My head hung close to the floor, feet high in the air. Tom must have seen this position in the recordings.

"How could you do that me?" I said, between sobs, after he let me up.

"You were resisting being the kind of woman I want in my bed. I'm very pleased that your father has been able to help you so much. Please don't disappoint either of us again," Tom said.

Hearing that took all the fight out of me, I became numb. Tom picked me up and softly placed me on the bed. He and dad quickly removed my dress, and then took off all their clothes. I couldn't keep myself from watching Tom, his body rippling with the muscles I had given him. Just the sight of him undressing, made my pussy ache for him. I had forgotten how big his cock was. It stood at attention, slightly curving up, with a huge head at the end. I practically drooled at the sight of it.

Daddy flipped me on my tummy and Tom lifted me so that I was on my hands and knees. My father positioned himself in front of me, spreading his legs, which placed his hard shaft only inches from my mouth.

To my astonishment, Tom quickly slid his enormous member into my ass instead of my pussy! As a woman, Tom had hated anal sex, so we had never attempted it. I guess after becoming a man and watching my dad give it to me up the ass, he had changed his mind about anal play.

My father pulled my head down, sticking his fat cock into my mouth. I began sucking, as he moved my head up and down. I was careful to keep my teeth away from his sensitive member, a lesson I had learned the hard way.

Tom was pumping me hard, and I found his sizable cock difficult to accommodate in my tight ass. However, before long, the rhythm of the two men I love most in the world brought me to a climax.

As bowed my back, I let out a series of loud moans around my dad's cock. Neither of them slowed their pace, in fact, they picked it up considerably. I felt one orgasm fade into another, like waves on the ocean washing over my body.

Right in the middle of a particularly spectacular orgasm, Tom pulled out of me, and dad removed his cock from my mouth. They switched places. Now I had Tom's gigantic penis in mouth and dad's wide cock up my ass.

I suddenly realized they were acting out a scene from one of the porn videos dad and I watched this morning. It is good thing my father had earlier insisted on cleansing my colon thoroughly, as I was now sucking my own ass juices off Tom's dick!

My mind raced, summoning the memories of what else had happened in that video. If I recalled correctly, the father and boyfriend actually double penetrated the daughter in a variety of positions. Now I understood why dad had insisted on me getting used to having two cocks inside of me at once!

As if they read my mind, Tom rolled back, pulling my mouth off dad's cock, and lifted me on top of him. Tom's cock was still firmly planted in my ass, but I was now face up, legs spread wide apart, exposing my soaked pussy to my father. Dad didn't waste any time shoving his thick dick deep in the folds of my vagina. I felt stretched too far, much worse than this morning, when my dad had used just his cock and the dildo.

"Too much, daddy, please stop!" I managed to say between moans.

"Adena, as a woman, you must learn to surrender your body, relaxing and allowing men to explore as they wish," dad said.

I only groaned in response, as my body quivered from the exertion of accommodating both of their shafts.

They entered and exited me in perfect harmony, greatly enhancing the distressing feeling of being too full. My breathing came in gasps, my legs shook uncontrollably, and I lost consciousness once or twice.

Eventually, my tight twat and ass expanded to accept their combined thrusts more comfortably. I even started enjoying them being deep inside of me. I felt a tension building like none before, my abdomen underwent a series of spasms, and my legs closed around my dad's ass, pushing him deeper inside me. I then experienced the most mind-shattering orgasm of my life.

Both of them sensed the enormity of my climax, allowing me time to revel in each orgasmic surge.

After I had finished and my breathing slowed, they pulled out of me. Tom positioned me on top of his cock, my pussy was pleased to have his huge shaft in it again. We French-kissed, as Tom pumped me slowly, then my father spread my cheek wide and slide into my ass. That overfilled feeling returned, but only for a moment.

Soon, I was moving in harmony with their thrusts. As I rose up and then descended, driving Tom's cock far up in me, dad followed along, sinking his fat shaft deep into my ass and dragging it back out. We were like three birds in flight, matching each other's movements perfectly. After what seemed like only minutes, we all came simultaneously. What a head rush!

We fell on the bed, a tangle of limbs and wet warm parts. Tom kissed me again. Dad stroked my clitoris with his fingers, intent on making me come one last time. Tom pushed his hand way and took over. My dad crawled up next to me, and kissed me passionately, his tongue flicking in and out of my mouth. Tom fanned my clit faster. I groaned in pleasure, but I managed to pull my face away from my father's mouth long enough to speak.

"Oh daddy, thank you for making me into a complete woman," I moaned.

Tom's finger went inside my pussy, as his thumb continued to fan my clit. I came, shaking like a leaf, as each successive wave of orgasm rocked me.

"You are welcome, my lovely daughter! Now, clean my cock and be sure to swallow any cum left," dad said.

I sucked my dad's cock and gulped loads of cum still coming out of it, as Tom pumped my pussy with his fingers. I came again. Tom had me suck his cock and I cleaned it too, eagerly sucking up every bit of his sweet cum. Then we all relaxed and slept for hours.

I woke up, as Tom and my dad were getting dressed. We took turns in the sonic shower, and then got dressed. We ate a hearty dinner, laughing and talking. Afterward, Tom and I gathered our things, and walked to our car, with dad trailing along.