Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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Ten years ago Prentiss and Autumn were the happiest newlyweds on earth. When they met just six months earlier it was love at first sight. They adored each other and couldn't get enough of each other. Nor could their genitals. Every night was as exciting as their first date. Sometimes a morning fuck session would make them late for work, but it was worth the price. And weekends were nonstop sex.

Children came along quickly and by their third anniversary they had Derrick, Stanley and Thomas, and Autumn already had son #4 in the oven. But her pregnancies never put a crimp in their lovemaking. When her belly came between cock and cunt, they kept right on going with oral and anal sex.

But that fourth kid would change everything. It was an extremely difficult pregnancy for Autumn. After only six weeks, she found peeing and shitting painful, had cramps and bleeding, and didn't even want to fuck, so Prentiss knew something was definitely wrong. Near the end of her second month, she was suddenly taken to the ER. Neither the child or mother survived. The doctor told Prentiss it was an ectopic pregnancy. Autumn's mother had possibly been taking DES while carrying her.

Prentiss buried his wife and tried to find solace in the three healthy sons she bore him, then 3, 2, and 1. He couldn't bring himself to date because no woman could take Autumn's place, yet his cock craved more attention than his fist was capable of giving. He was extremely depressed and his grief lasted for years. Every time the family visited her grave, Daddy began sobbing uncontrollably and his children couldn't do anything to help.

Prentiss fantasized about finding a cunt without the woman attached. Not a plastic sex toy; this hole would have to be a real living, organic human love tunnel. For seven years he entertained this notion. Shrink after shrink listened to him explain he was not looking for a mistress for himself or a stepmother for his boys. He didn't need a pussy. He needed a cunt. In his mind, there was a difference. None of his psychiatrists could dissuade him of his misdirected search for a solution. It seemed like Prentiss would never get over his grief for Autumn.

Then one doctor suggested an answer, albeit somewhat unorthodox. He gave Prentiss the name of a colleague. For the first time since Autumn's death, Prentiss had a ray of hope as he called on Dr. Hamou.

He asked a thousand questions. He wanted to make sure he fully understood the ramifications of the Boi Cunt School program. Once he was satisfied with Hamou's answers, there was only one decision he had to make: which son to send.

Prentiss started making notes on three separate pads, listing each boy's hobbies, tastes in clothes and music, favorite foods and animals. He sat each boy down individually and asked him what dreams he had and what he thought about. They had all noticed the welcome change in their father's demeanor, his positive outlook on life, his ability to play and joke with them.

Finally, one evening, he lined his offspring up and told them all to strip naked. Giggling, they obeyed. What sort of fun game was this? He had them jerk off to get hardons. The eldest, Derrick, even oozed a little watery juice. Then Dad had them bend over and pull their buttocks apart. As he went down the line, getting a close look at each anus, Prentiss' cock confirmed the choice his mind had already made based on his pads of notes. He knew for sure which son would become his daughter. He was excited about the prospect, but that was not the time to let the boys in on his plan. Instead, he laughed, stripped himself, and chased them naked all over the house.

After leaving his youngest boy, Tom, at BCS, he went home and sat the other two down. He revealed that their brother was going to become their sister. That she'd have a new name, though he didn't know what it was. That as her big brothers, they were to care for her and protect her as she went out and met her old friends. He also explained that as a girl, she shouldn't sleep in her brothers' bedroom any more, that she'd begin sleeping with Prentiss. If Tom had any clothes or toys they wanted, to go ahead and claim them since Tom wouldn't be coming back. Anything they didn't want would be thrown away. His daughter didn't need any reminders of her former life as Tom.

Derrick and Stanley were glued to the window when they saw their father's car coming back home with their new sister. They ran out to meet her. As they carried all her suitcases inside, they peppered her with questions about the school.

"Now, now, boys, your sister just had a long journey. We stopped and ate on the way home, so now why don't you two go make your own dinner and let me show Alicia her new room." The boys didn't see either of them for the rest of the night.

"Do you like my nightgown, Daddy?" Prentiss had just watched his daughter change for bed and his cock was begging for release from his pants.

"It's beautiful, Alicia. Aah, Alicia, Alicia, Alicia. It's such a beautiful name. So perfect for my beautiful daughter." He kicked off his shoes and dropped trou.

"Thank you, Daddy. I like my name too." She bent over to pick his pants up off the floor, and Prentiss was treated again to a view of her alabaster ass. "Now I have the same initial as Mommy."

"Yes you do, my Darling." He took off his shirt, undershirt and socks.

"And that isn't all. I'm going to be sleeping in Mommy's bed, too." She climbed on to her new bed, Daddy's bed.

"Oh, yes, my Little One." With tented boxers, Prentiss joined his daughter in bed.

"And here's the best part. I'm going to make love to the same handsome man that Mommy made love to."

"Absolutely, my Precious. That is definitely the best part." Pillow talk dissolved into kissing and petting as Prentiss' tongue and hands explored every inch of his daughter's nine-year old body. After she serviced his erect cock with her lips and tongue, he lay there as she straddled him and squatted down so it could enter her boi cunt. Prentiss was in awe. How could Alicia have known this was Autumn's favorite position?! She rode him like a pony, her cunt eagerly hungering for its reward. Prentiss' cock had waited all those years for this moment, but it knew what to do. Like riding a bicycle, a cock does not forget how to use a cunt, no matter how much time intervenes. Prentiss screamed as he filled her love tunnel.

His sons high-fived. They recognized the happy sound from when they were still toddlers; the sound that meant their father had found true happiness. They finished up their meal and played a game on their Play Station. Stanley won, but before they put the game away, they heard that scream again. It was so good to know their father was finally happy. They went to bed but every time they were about to drop off to sleep, their father screamed again.

The next morning, Prentiss grabbed a cup of coffee and ran out of the house. It was the first time he'd been late for work since Autumn died. From the car, he called back to his sons to watch over their sister. Derrick and Stanley finally had a chance to visit with Alicia and have her model some of her new clothes for them. Right on the cusp of puberty, the brothers were turned on by their sister, but they knew she belonged to Daddy. Even oral sex with her would be incest and that of course was a no-no. But they had a feeling they'd be making their own meals a lot now.

The following Sunday, Prentiss took his three children to the cemetery. They sat on the grass by Autumn's tomb. Prentiss laid a blanket down for Alicia so the nine-year old shemale wouldn't get stains on her jumper. This was the first time the boys saw their father visit their mother without bursting into tears.

"Autumn, this is Alicia, your daughter. She actually does look a lot like you, Darling. And just like you, she has learned exactly how to make me happy. You'd be so proud of Derrick and Stan. They take such good care of their little sister. They don't let any of the kids make fun of her. They're real good boys." The three children knew their father needed some alone time, so they walked back to the car. They were all glad he was happy again. "I didn't want the boys to hear, but Autumn, Alicia and I fuck just as much as you and I used to do. She is so prefect, just like you. The boys often have to fend for themselves at breakfast because Alicia and I just don't want to leave our bed, the bed where you and I conceived her. And weekends, fuck! All I can say is it's a good thing the boys can find ways to occupy their time. They know when they see our door closed that they shouldn't interrupt. Even today we almost couldn't stop our lovemaking, but we wanted to visit you and let you know that we're all right now. Rest in Peace, my Darling."

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