Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2008 11:35:49 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Inlaws & Outlaws 2

Part Two

To my intense relief, I was alone in the bed when I woke. I
stretched out, enjoying the privacy, and thinking to myself
how Helen's parents would be wending their merry way south
today. And the minute they disappeared over the horizon, I
would be ripping the clothes off their daughter and give her
the bloody good fucking I'd intended to last night. And all
thoughts of what really did happen last night would be
washed from my mind in the passion of giving my beautiful
new bride the seeing to she deserved.

The actual events of the night were beginning to recede in
my mind, just as if it were a dream. A bad dream? Yes,
definitely. Maybe it had excited me at the time, I lay there
thinking to myself, and maybe I had masturbated afterwards
in the bathroom thinking about it. But that was just the
heightened sexual sensitivity following my aborted wedding
night. Not me at all, only a confluence of circumstances
beyond my control.

Reassured, I got up and dressed myself. Then went down to
the kitchen to find the three womenfolk gathered around the
kitchen table eating their breakfasts. And Helen's father at
the counter preparing extra toast, and still stark naked.

He turned to me with a wide grin. "Morning, son," he said.
"Fancy some toast? Some boiled eggs?"

"Toast will do me," I said. "Thanks."

"No problem. Sit yourself down, and I'll do you some."

"Perhaps you'd like a big sausage instead," Helen's sister,
Liz, said and giggled.

Helen and her father both laughed, and even her mother
cracked a smile. It seemed that I was the only one not in on
the joke.

"No, just toast," I said, feeling like a fool.

I went over and kissed Helen and took my seat opposite her
mother.

"Doesn't your new mother-in-law get a kiss as well, Simon?"
her mother asked.

"Of course, Mrs Trent," I said, getting up.

Going round the table, I bent over to kiss her cheek. As I
did so, I caught a glimpse down the front of the loose
nightdress she was wearing beneath her robe. All three of
the Trent women had small breasts, which I have to admit was
a part of the attraction fro me of Helen, and in her
mother's case it had meant that gravity had done little
damage through the years. Those rose-tipped tits I was
peering down at could have easily been a young girl's. She
took advantage of my distraction to take hold of my face in
both her hands and turn it to plant a kiss smack on my lips.
And then I felt her tongue push between my lips. Not far,
but just enough to let me know it was there. She let me go
and I took half a step back, and nearly tripped.

"Your kisses seem to be pretty potent, Mummy," Helen said
with a laugh.

"I think it was more likely the peep he took down the front
of my nightdress," Mrs Trent replied with a smile.

Helen looked up at me. "You been sneaking a peek at my
mummy's titties, darling?" she asked playfully.

I shook my head, but behind me Mr Trent said, "They're well
worth peeking at. You can't t really blame the boy."

"True, Daddy," Helen agreed.

I was trying to get back to my own seat, but Liz pushed her
chair back blocking my way.

"And a kiss for you new sister-in-law as well," she said.
"But no peeking at my titties."

My face easily resembling a ripe tomato in shade, I bent
down quickly and gave her a peck on the cheek. She let me
past and I resumed my seat, only to find the naked Mr Trent
beside me, his heavy cock level with my eyes, holding a
plate of toast. I thought to myself that if he mentioned a
kiss for my new father-in-law then I wass going stgraight
through that window. And I wouldn't bother stopping to open
it.

"Thank you, Mr Trent," I said.

I couldn't get over the fact that he was naked around his
daughters, and nobody seemed to be taking a bit of notice
but me. I'd read about naturists and how for them nudity
wasn't really sexual, and I was supposing that this was the
way it was here. Their dad just happened to be wearing no
clothes, and it was so natural to them that they thought
nothing of it.

I'd noticed that there were only four chairs around the
table. "Have I taken your place, Mr Trent?" I asked. "I can
easily stand up while I eat my toast."

"No, son, not at all. I don't sit with the ladies, do I,
dear?"

That last was aimed at his wife, and she shook her head
smiling. "No, of course not, precious," she said.

I was trying to get my head around that one, and trying not
to be distracted by the large cock hanging more or less next
to my face as he continued to stand beside me, when Liz
finished her last bit of toast.

"Get me more toast, Daddy," she said, not even looking at
him.

He didn't say a word. Just left my side and went back to the
counter and put two slices in the toaster.

"I think you should take it outside to the garden when it's
done, sweetheart," Mrs Trent said to her youngest daughter.
"And daddy and I will join you. I'm sure these two lovebirds
would like some time alone."

I couldn't argue with that. Once the toast was done they all
moved outside, leaving us alone at last. I shifted my chair
closer to Helen, took hold of her hand and lifted it to my
lips to kiss it.

"I really missed you last night, Helen," I said. "I wanted
you so badly."

She smiled. "And you had to make do with daddy," she said.

"And believe me, he's no substitute."

"Still, darling, you were very polite and that did please
me."

"Polite?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Pretending to be asleep when he was beating off and feeling
up your bum," she said matter-of-factly. "He knew you were
pretending, of course, but that impressed him too. You even
waited till he was pretending to be asleep before you got up
to clean yourself off. He said you were a real gentleman,
and that he'd had his doubts about my choice but was very
reassured by your behaviour last night."

"He told you about that?"

"Well naturally, darling," she said, looking at me
quizzically. "Naturally he told us. Daddy wouldn't keep
secrets from us."

I took a deep breath before saying the next word. "Us?" I
asked.

"Yes. Mummy, Liz and me. Daddy always tells us everything."

This was all getting much too much. I let go Helen's hand
and stood up, and standing I could see out into the garden.
Mrs Trent and Liz were stretched out on sun loungers, and Mr
Trent, still naked, was squatting at the end of this
daughter's giving her a foot rub.

"Can we get away from here for a while, Helen?" I asked. "Go
for a walk? Just the two of us?"

"Of course we can, darling. I'll just let Mummy and Daddy
know we're going out."

I watched through the window as she went out into the garden
and over to the little family group. She kissed each of them
in turn. On the lips, but rather longer I thought than a
mere peck would require. I knew all families had different
ways, but I was beginning to suspect that the Trent family
took different to a whole new level.

She came back and took me by the arm, and we went out the
front door. The cottage was very isolated, with no other
dwellings within a couple of miles and the nearest main road
even further, so we had the forest walk to ourselves.  For a
while we just walked and chatted about inconsequential
things, but then I had to go and ask the question.

"When are your parents leaving, Helen?"

"Leaving? Why should they leave?"

I started off pretty reasonable, but that didn't last. By
the time I started running out of steam I was on about the
weirdness of her family. Her father's actions in the bed
last night, telling his whole family what he had done
including his teenage daughter, his nudity around them, her
mother slipping me the tongue and anything else I could come
up with. And as she listened to me she did that devastating
holding back the tears, and I saw it and still I kept on.
Until I ran out of things to say, and then she started. And
the tars flowed as she laid into me. She told me I was
selfish, that I was ungrateful, that I was mean, that I was
rude and that I didn't love her. There was a lot of stuff in
between, but that was the gist of it.

Then she ran off back to the cottage, still crying. I
followed slowly - with dignity as I thought. And then had to
knock on the door of the cottage. It was a her mother who
answered. She took one disdainful look at me.

"She doesn't want to see you," she said, and slammed the
door in my face.

I stood there feeling totally wretched, and indescribably
guilty. I had blown everything out of proportion, I thought
to myself, and had broken the heart of the girl I loved in
the process. So what if they were more affectionate than my
own family? That wouldn't be a hard trick, after all. And a
naturist for a father-in-law wasn't exactly the end of the
world. And so his hands had wandered a bit in the night. Not
that big a deal. I wasn't going to suddenly turn into a
raving queen because a man had touched my arse. A bit of
human contact, that's all it had been. Sailors did it all
the time, I'd heard, when separated from their womenfolk.

I had it all rationalised away by the time the door opened
again. This time it was her father. I was getting so used to
seeing him naked now that I think I'd have been shocked if
he'd been in clothes. He put a finger to his lips and
beckoned me in. I followed him meekly as he led me into the
empty front room. He indicted that I should sit, and I did
as he remained standing. He closed the door and came back to
me.

"You really have upset her, son," he said, not unkindly.

"I know, Mr Trent," I said. "And I really am sorry."

"Really sorry?" he asked.

"More than I could ever say. Mr Trent."

 He looked at me thoughtfully. "I wish I could believe that,
son," he said.  "I've never seen her this upset before. She
says she never wants to set eyes on you again, and she's
asked me to contact my solicitor to start divorce
proceedings."

My whole world was falling apart. I looked up at him
helplessly. "If only I could talk to her, Mr Trent," I said.
"Then I could convince her."

He got down on his haunches in front of me, his face now
level with mine. "I believe you, son," he said. "I think you
are genuinely sorry. But if you walked in there right now,
she'd do one of two things. Either she'd run wailing from
the room or she'd hit you with something large and heavy.
Talking wouldn't be an option. Believe me, I know the women
in my family."

"Yes, Mr Trent," I said. "So what did I do? Go away and come
back later when she's cooled down?"

He shook his head. "You need to strike while the iron is
hot, my boy," he said. "Later may be too late." He looked me
in the eye. "Do you trust me, son?"

"Of course, Mr Trent."

Now that may seem a touch na‹ve to you, seeing as he'd
groped my arse and cum over my back while I presumably slept
last night, but that's looking at it all in hindsight. Right
then, that moment, I was lost at sea and he was the only one
around who looked likely to toss me a lifebelt. In addition
to that, he had a way with him that did make you trust him.

"Good," he said. "What you need to do is show her that
you're sorry, instantly and without words, to give you the
breathing space to do that talking you want to do. And I
think I know a way."

"Yes?" I asked eagerly.

"You're going to show her, unmistakeably show her, that you
are not the pompous prig with no consideration for her
feelings that right now she thinks you are."

"Just tell me what to do, Mr Trent."

He smiled kindly. "You're going to take off your clothes,
son," he said. "And you're going to walk into that room with
me stark bullock naked. What better proof could there be
that you are really and genuinely sorry for the things you
said to her?"

I took it in slowly. "Mr Trent," I said. "Are your wife and
Liz in there with her?"

He laughed. "Don't worry, son," he said. "You haven't got
anything they haven't seen before."

It didn't really take much deciding. After all, it wasn't
that terrible a thing to have to do and if it got me my
Helen back then it would be more than worth it. I told him I
would do it, which got a warm smile of approval from him
that really quite pleased me, and stood up to get undressed.
I turned my back to do it, which I know is stupid in the
circumstances but he didn't say anything.

Once nude I looked down at my cock, which seemed to be in
hibernation. I've never had any hang-ups about size. Mine is
average, and I've always been perfectly happy about that.
But this was going to be the first time my new bride saw me
naked, and I would be standing beside her father who had a
chopper that was a very healthy size. So I did the old
changing room trick of flicking it with a fingernail to wake
it up and then turned round.

He looked me up and down, very carefully and slowly. Funny
enough I found that a little bit arousing, and my cock woke
up a little bit more as he surveyed me.

"Nice body, son," he said.

"Thank you, Mr Trent."

"Come along then."

He led me out of the front room and through to the kitchen.
Helen was sitting at the kitchen table, crying and being
comforted by her mother and her sister. All of them looked
up when we entered, and Mr Trent stepped aside leaving me
centre stage in the doorway. I stood there, feeling about as
vulnerable and stupid as I'd ever felt in my life before,
and waited for some reaction. At least she'd neither run
wailing from the room nor hit me with anything, so I figured
I was already ahead.

Mrs Trent was looking at me expressionlessly, as if
reserving judgement for the moment. Liz on the other hand,
looked practically gleeful. Her eyes were travelling up and
down my body in a way that I found both disturbing and
strangely arousing. Helen just sat there wiping her nose and
dabbing at her eyes and looking at me with such hurt that I
could almost feel it as physical pain myself.

It was Liz who broke the silence. "Not exactly packing heat
, is he, sis?" she said, looking directly at my genitals.
""Don't be rude, darling," her mother told her. "It may be
perfectly alright when it's erect. Not everybody's is like
Daddy's, you know."

"Sorry, Mummy."

I `d thought I was past embarrassment by that point, but I
was wrong. I looked directly at Helen. "I am truly sorry, my
darling," I said.

"You think that's enough?" she asked coldly.