As his pace increased, my moans started to turn into higher pitched wails. I couldn’t control it even if I wanted to. My Papa Bear was taking me, using me, fucking me, making me his bitch and I never wanted it to stop. Then he grabbed my legs under the knees and pushed them forward until my ass was straight up in the air! Jim was piledriving me now, ramming me straight down into my mattress. I felt like he might pound me down into the basement and my hands desperately clawed for something to hang onto; the sheets, his arms, his shoulders. I was beyond making human noises and squealed like a pig as my guts were mercilessly whisked into jelly. Jim’s sweat dripped from his brow and I insanely opened my mouth to catch it. It was sweet and salty and masculine and then I came! My load splashed in my face, some of it landing in my open gulping mouth. I hadn’t even touched my cock, my focus had only been on the monster cock rearranging my guts and now forcing the cum out of my balls.
Seeing me cum pushed Jim over the edge and he roared as he came and pumped his load inside me with a series of loud guttural grunts. As his softening cock slid from my open hole, he grabbed some tissues off the nightstand and wiped my face, his cock and my ass. Then he lowered my legs and lowered himself on top of me, gently kissing me again. I lay splayed out under him as we both came down from our hard fuck, gently kissing and nuzzling each other. I wanted to stay there forever but I needed to take a wicked piss.
Jim let me up to hit the can. When I came back, I was surprised to see that Jim had slid under the covers and patted the space next to him. I suddenly got the impression that Jim wasn’t living with me in my place, I was now living with him in his place. I went to the dresser and slipped into my best pair of white nylon panties. Jim smiled at me and held up the covers for me to slid in next to him, welcoming me into what had been my bed just a few hours ago. I turned off the light and slid in next to him until my pantied butt hit his crotch.
“You look cute in panties, Chrissy.” He smiled in amusement as he spooned me.
I moaned gently as Papa Bear pulled me in tight, relishing his body heat, his strong embrace and the feel of his hairy body against my smooth skin. “Thanks, Bear,” I teased gently as I snuggled back against him. He chuckled in my ear and soon he was fast asleep in my bed, although I guess it was rightly OUR bed now. I was about to drift off to a blissful sleep myself when I heard voices through the wall from Tyler’s bedroom.
“Put it on!” I heard Coach rage.
“Dad. I’m not some sissy…” Tyler’s whine was cut off by the sound of a hard slap.
“You cost me all my sissies, so now you’re gonna be my new sissy…Missy! Now put on the damn maid’s dress! C’mon…hurry it up, Missy! There you go…That’s my girl…”
“Dad, please. I’m sorry Chrissy stole your binders, but…” another hard smack.
“You call me Daddy from now on like a good girl. Turn around so I can get a look at you… Damn. You’re going to make a real pretty girl, Missy. I should have put your sweet ass in panties years ago.” I imagined what Tyler looked like in the maid’s dress that he had forced me to wear. With his smaller frame and delicate features, Tyler was going to make a very pretty sissy maid.
Tyler was on the verge of tears, “Da-Daddy, I’m sorry, please. I don’t wanna be a girl…”
“We’re going to have to hang low at my cabin for a while in case Chrissy takes everything she has public, so you’re gonna be my live-in sissy maid, Missy.” I heard Tyler’s headboard bump the wall as Coach threw his cross-dressed son onto the bed.
“C’mon, Missy. Stick that cute ass up in the air for Daddy like a good girl.”
“Please, Daddy…” Tyler sobbed.
“That’s my girl…beg for Daddy,” Coach husked as he mounted his new sissy son.
“Nooo…Please…Daddy! It hurts! It hurts!” Tyler cried into his pillow as his headboard started to bump my wall in a rhythm of incestuous rape.
“Damn, that pussy is tight,” Coach moaned. I knew what Coach meant. For all his protests, I had stolen Tyler’s cherry a few days ago and he loved every inch of it. (See Chapter 10) Tyler was soon moaning like the bottom bitch he truly was as his father fucked him just feet away from me on the other side of my wall.
Coach picked up the pace and Tyler’s pleas were no longer protesting, but begging, “Oh. My. God. Dad. Dee. Fuck. Me. Please. I’ll. Be. A. Good. Girl. Dad. Dee…”
Coach was moaning too as he relished inflicting the same perversions on his son that he had used on his former players, “Yeah. Take it, Missy! Take Daddy’s cum up your tight pussy. Gonna make you Daddy’s girl for real…Argggh!”
All went quiet as Tyler became his Daddy’s girl on his side of the wall and I snuggled up against my new Daddy on my side of the wall.
I guess we all slept well that night…
In the early hours of the morning before I fully woke up, I heard my front door open and close. I didn’t react at first since I was used to Miguel stopping by for a morning blowjob. Oh, shit…Miguel! My head popped up, fully awake to see Miguel standing in my bedroom door, looking very surprised to find me in bed with an older man. Before I could say anything, Jim spoke up.
“You must be Miguel. I’m Jim. I’ll be staying here a while.”
“Oh. Okay…”
“You ever work construction.”
“Yeah…”
“I might be able to use a man like you. Why don’t you stop by for lunch and we’ll talk.”
“Umm. Okay…”
A very confused Miguel left. I was very confused too. I rolled onto my back and looked up at Jim.
“Are you seriously offering Miguel a job? Why?” I asked.
“You want to leave that cute little guy at the mercy of the Johnson’s?”
I smiled inwardly at the memory of hearing Tyler being turned out last night as Coach’s new sissy boy, so I thought that they would probably be too busy exploring their new relationship to bother with Miguel. But my estimation of Jim had risen several notches. Apparently, he didn’t like to see anyone bullied and was quick to intercede when he saw it happening. My Papa Bear was looking more and more like a keeper by the minute.
“It’s really sweet of you to look after Miguel,” I said, looking into his eyes and stroking his chin. I playfully pulled him closer by his beard.
“You’re pretty sweet too,” Jim smiled as he leaned down to kiss me.
We started to make out again in spite our morning breath. I felt Jim’s morning wood poking me in the hip which caused me to make a tent in my white panties. I moaned as I felt Jim’s large paw slide over my nylon encased cock, down over my hip, then exploring and squeezing my pantied ass. I squeaked into his mouth when a blunt fingertip poked gently at my hole.
Jim broke the kiss and with lust in his eyes looked down into mine, “Roll over.” It was not a request, it was a command. Jim was obviously dominant in bed and I was becoming concerned that he might be just as controlling outside the boudoir. But those battles would have to wait for later, because right now I was filled with submissive desire. I rolled over and hugged my pillow, looking back over my shoulder in a classic pose of male submission.