Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 16:36:17 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 15

PART FIFTEEN

As Tracey had said, it was Trish at the door. She stood
there dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a skimpy top that
left her midriff bare, and gave me a cheeky smile.

"Evening, Chris," she said. "How's it hanging? Or should I
say how's it sticking up from what I've been seeing
recently?"

She giggled as she passed me and headed for the front room.
I followed, happily appreciating her firm arse in the tight
jeans. Trish had always been the one of Tracey's friends
that I fancied most. She was tall and very slim, with long
blonde hair and one of those elfin-like faces. I'd wanked so
many times over the thought of fucking that gorgeous body,
and here she was talking as if Tracey had shown her the
clips from her computer. I found myself aroused by the
thought of her having seen my cock, but I wasn't quite sure
how I felt about it being as I rammed it into Dad's or
Kenny's mouth. She might assume I was gay, and that could
throttle any chance I might have of getting in to those
pants.

In the front room Dad was looking like he could want nothing
better than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole,
as he stood there stark naked and with his tea cup still in
his hand and Trish giving him the once-over. His cock was
telling a different story though, sticking out in a full
erection.

"I think your Daddy likes me, Tracey," Trish said, laughing.

"It would appear so," Tracey answered archly. "A man's prick
doesn't lie."

"A man?" Trish asked, putting on a puzzled expression. "Oh,
I don't think we can call him a man. Not a real man. A real
man doesn't let other men, even his own son, fuck his face.
And look like he's really enjoying it, at that."

Dad froze even more at the realisation that his daughter's
friend had watched the video clips of him being used. And,
unknown to him, that also must mean she'd watched the clips
of Mum. Trish knew our family's little secrets down to the
last perversion.

"So what would you call him?" Tracey asked.

Trish looked down at his hard cock. "A bitch on heat right
now, I reckon," she said. "But a cock-sucking sissy slut
would be nearest the mark." She looked over at me. "Is your
Dad a good cock sucker, Chris?"

I was standing there totally bemused by this seeming
transformation in her. Tracey had told me the other day how
they played around together, but I just hadn't put two and
two together. At school she always appeared so quiet and
timid. She was the daughter of elderly parents who doted on
her and wrapped her in cotton wool, and despite the way she
was lusted after by half the male population of the school
there was not one story going around about her.

"He's pretty good," I said nonchalantly, trying to get into
the spirit of the occasion. "He'll improve with practice."

She gave an approving look, which did a lot to allay my
worries about having lost any chance with her. The she
turned back to Dad and looked at the teacup in his trembling
hands.

"Having a tea party?"

"Would you like a cup?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I'll have the slut's," she said.

"I wouldn't if I were you, Trish," Tracey warned her. "We've
both gobbed in it."

Trish smiled. "I see," she said. "Nice one. Well, I mustn't
be the odd one out." She stepped forward and spat into the
half-full teacup. "Now, finish it, bitch."

Dad lifted the cup to his lips, and drained it. He swallowed
convulsively.

"Good boy," Trish said, giving his cock a little pat. She
turned and took a place on the sofa next to Tracey, noticing
the shaving stuff on the table. "What's that for?" she
asked.

"Dad's been wondering the same thing," Tracey answered. "Now
he gets to find out."

So she told him. And for the next ten minutes we sat and
watched as he shaved off every hair he had below the neck.
He wasn't a particularly hairy man, a trait I had inherited,
and so the chest and legs were easy. He did his armpits
after that, and then with a great deal of care his pubes and
around his balls. Tracey and Trish seemed fascinated by the
whole thing, watching intently, but I soon lost interest and
my gaze kept going back to my sister and her friend sitting
there next to each other on the sofa. I couldn't stop myself
imagining them feeling each other up, and, truth be told, I
didn't really want to. It was a very erotic image. But then
there was another part of my mind that kept coming back to
the situation overall. Trish here with my Dad naked and
being humiliated, and doing a good job of humiliating him
herself. It both bothered and excited me.

When it was just Tracey and I ordering him about it had
seemed almost like a game, just a bit of fun that we could
walk away from anytime. It was all in the family, so to
speak, apart from showing the pics of Mum to Kenny and old
Butcher. Probably that was naive, but I never was famous for
looking past the end of my nose. The advent of Trish changed
all that, and it made me wonder what else my sister might
have in mind for the future. But, as I said, there was
excitement too. I couldn't deny that.

Dad had finished shaving and put the equipment back on the
table. He stood up straight facing the girls, looking very
uncomfortable as they looked him up and down. His cock, now
at half mast, looked very strange without any hair. Larger,
but sort of more vulnerable as well. Like a little boy. It
was not something I would fancy doing myself but I could see
how humiliating it must be for a man to be shorn of all his
pubic hair, and especially on the orders of his daughter and
her friend.

"You didn't do your arse, you lazy bitch," Trish snapped at
him.

Dad opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Tracey
laughed and said, "You should have taken a closer look at
those vids, Trish. The slut doesn't have a hairy arse." She
looked back at Dad. "Show her, slut."

Dad turned round so that his back was towards them. Tracey
stretched out her leg and poked his right buttock with her
toes. "That's no good, you moron." She told him sharply.
"Bend and spread."

He bent forward and reached back his hands to separate his
arse cheeks. The two girls leaned forward to get a closer
look, exchanging smiles with each other. And from where I
was sitting I could see Dad's cock reaching a full erection
again at this treatment.

"What a sweet little man-cunt," Trish said. "And the slut
was telling the truth. Not a hair in sight. Like a little
boy's."

"Matches his cock now," Tracey agreed, laughing.

Eventually they allowed him to let go of his arse cheeks and
stand up straight. He turned to face them, looking a bit
shell-shocked. Tracey told him to go upstairs to his
computer and log in to the chat room he had been using when
we first confronted him and I fucked his mouth. He was
barely out of the room before the two girls looked at each
other and then burst into laughter.

"That was so hot, Trace," Trish said. "So fucking hot."

"It is fun, isn't it?" Tracey agreed.

"To have a man do exactly what you tell him to do," Trish
went on. "Any humiliating little thing you want him to do.
And especially an old man, and your Dad at that. I've known
him all my life. I am so fucking turned on."

I doubt if Dad would have been all that flattered to hear
himself called an old man, but I could see Trish's point. It
was exciting , and a hell of a lot of fun.

Tracey pushed her hand down between her friend's thighs and
felt her crotch through the jeans. "I can tell," she said.
"You're dripping."

The sight of my sister feeling Trish up and the thought of
her leaking through her jeans was having a very nice effect
on my cock. I was tempted to take it out and start stroking
it, but even given the circumstances I was feeling
restrained. As time went on, of course, that attitude
changed quite a lot.

"Makes me wonder what my folks get up to when they're on
their own," Trish said, giving me a meaningful glance.

"I'm sure my brother could set something up over at your
place so that you could find out," Tracey said, also looking
my way.

At the time, looking at those two, I would have agreed to
just about anything, but this was something I wouldn't mind
doing anyway. As long as I could share in the output, and I
would make very sure of that.

"I'm sure I could," I said.

"That's settled then," Tracey said, "Now we should go join
Dad before he starts to think we've forgotten him. You two
go have a little play with him. I need to do something in my
room and then I'll join you."