Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2008 11:17:45 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Inlaws & Outlaws 3

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Part Three

Helen got up from the table and came round it to stand in
front of me, still sniffling. She looked me in the face,
anger and not a little contempt in her expression, and then
without warning she grabbed hold of my limp cock.
Immediately it started to grow, and she half turned so that
her mother and sister could see it.

"See, Mummy," she said. "He's nothing but a pig."

I stood there naked and with my enlarging cock encircled by
her cool fingers, her mother looking at me with interest and
he sister with a sly mocking smile,  and I felt two what I
thought at the time were very conflicting emotions. The most
humiliated I had ever felt, and at the same time the most
excited. Like with her father the night before, when disgust
and arousal had fought a battle in my mind and my body. I
was to learn in time that humiliation and excitement, as
disgust and arousal, were actually just two sides of the
same coin in my case.  But right then I was just confused.

"He's a man, darling," Mrs Trent said to her eldest
daughter. "It goes with the territory. Your Daddy is one of
the few exceptions."

She bestowed a regal smile on her husband, standing just
behind me as his daughter fingered my cock. If I had thought
this lot were weird before, then I was realising that I was
going to have to soon be raising the bar on what I
considered weirdness. The Trent family needed a definition
all to themselves.

She let me go, but my cock refused to even waver from its
rigid stand. "I want him spanked, Mummy," she said
petulantly. "Spanked for being rude about you and Daddy, and
being so horrid to me.

"Of course you do, darling," her mother agreed.   "Who do
you want to spank him?"

Liz immediately pout her hand up, a wicked grin on her face,
but Helen was looking at her father. "I want Daddy to do
it," she said.

"Helen," I said, "This is getting.."

She froze me with a stare. "You are sorry for being so
beastly to me, aren't you?" she asked.

"Of course I am, but.."

"If you're really sorry, then you'll have to do a lot more
to prove it to me than just coming in here waving your thing
about."

With all their eyes on me, and Helen's still full of tears,
it all seemed pretty much of a done deal. I glanced back at
Mr Trent, so see him looking back at me benignly. In all of
this he did at least seem to be the one person here on my
side, willing me to get through this and be with my love.

I nodded. "Alright, Helen," I said. "If this will show you
how sorry I am, then I'm happy to go through with it."

I got a little smile from her for that. Not much of one, but
it was something. Mr Trent was already pulling out one of
the kitchen chairs and sitting down on it. He looked up at
me and smiled, and patted his lap. I went over to him, and
there was a bit of an awkward moment as I tried to figure
out how to do this. I heard Liz giggle behind me as I got
down over his knees. I felt his bare thighs on my chest and
stomach, his stomach against my arm. I had never been in
this much physical contact with a man before, and it was
freaking me out a bit. Then I felt something hard jutting
into my torso, just where it crossed the gap between his
thighs, and freaking out became too tame a word. But still
through all this, my own body was betraying me. My own cock
remained as hard as a rock, and my position was forcing it
up against the side of his thigh. He couldn't help but
notice.

He gave me a dozen slaps with the flat of his hand,
alternating between buttocks. The three women, or rather the
two women and the girl, stayed silent throughout, which made
the sound of flesh on flesh seem all the louder in the small
room. He went easy on me and it didn't hurt much. And I
stayed hard all through it. It wasn't the pain, what there
was of it. To this day pain has no power to turn me on,
either inflicting or receiving it, and it certainly didn't
then. And I didn't really understand the reason for my
arousal at all, not until much later when I'd learned so
much more about myself. Here I was stretched naked over the
knees of my equally naked father-in-law being spanked like a
naughty child while my bride, her mother and her young
sister looked on. I should have been mortified, and my
treacherous cock should have been the size of walnut and
doing its best to retreat back inside my body. Not stiff as
a rod and grinding into my father-in-law's thigh. And, of
course, as I was to later realise, it was that humiliation
that was turning me on.

When he'd finished, he lifted the arm that had been across
my back to allow me to stand. Doing so, I caught sight of
what had been trying to drill its way through my stomach. My
father-in-law was not only bigger flaccid than me, but
bigger erect as well. It looked enormous sticking up there,
with the deep red head looking far too big for the foreskin
that was stretched back around it. I felt mine begin to wilt
a little at the sight of it.

"Daddy has a stiffy," Liz said chantingly. "And silly Simon
is losing his."

"Yes, poppet," Mr Trent said to her fondly. "Daddy enjoyed
that, but maybe Simon didn't."

"Turn round, Simon," Helen said abruptly. "Yes, nice and
red," she commented when I had. "Well done, Daddy. Aren't
you going to thank Daddy, Simon?"

I swallowed uncomfortably. "Thank you, Mr Trent," I said
weakly.

"For what?" Helen snapped from behind me.

"Thank you, Mr Trent," I began again. "Thank you for
spanking me, which I fully deserved."

"Don't mention it, my boy," he answered, grinning.

"Now go away," Helen said. "You can stay on in the cottage,
but don't you go think I've forgiven you for what you said.
Because I haven't. Not yet."

Mr Trent got up and went to the door, and beckoned me to
follow him. He led me back into the front room, and I went
straight over to my discarded clothes.

"Do you really think that's a good idea, son?" he asked
softly. "After all, you've done so well so far. Come and sit
down."

I went back and sat down on the sofa, and he took the
armchair opposite. I found to my surprise that I was getting
used to the nudity. It seemed almost natural, which I
suppose in a way it was. And being without clothes gave a
terrific sense of freedom, as if all your life you'd been in
a strait-jacket without knowing it, and suddenly and without
warning it was gone from you.

"You really upset my little Helen, son," he said. "I've
never seen her so upset as she was when she came back
earlier.

"I'm sorry, Mr Trent," I said. "I really didn't mean to
upset her."

"Didn't you?" he asked, but not unkindly. "Saying we were
strange, weird?  You must have known that would be upsetting
for anybody to hear."

"Mr Trent," I said defensively. "You have to admit that
things are a little strange around here. Just look at last
night in bed. Nobody would say that was normal."

He smiled. "Me having a feel of your bum, you mean?" he
asked. "I don't know anything about normal, Simon. To me it
just seems a word used to keep people in check. All I do
know is that you do have a lovely little bum, almost girlish
in its way, and I much enjoyed feeling it. And it didn't do
you any harm, did it?"

"That's hardly the point, Mr Trent."

"Isn't it? A minor little thing that gave me pleasure and
did you no harm. I don't see that anybody suffered in that,
do you? Not me, certainly, a not you as you've already
admitted. We were put on this earth to give pleasure and
solace to each other, Simon, and you letting me have a
little feel of your bum after I'd been good enough to give
you my daughter's hand in marriage hardly seems a tremendous
favour to ask. Well, does it?"

My head was spinning with his confusing words, and I rested
it in my hands. He came and sat beside me, putting his
strong arm around my shoulders. "I just don't know what to
think anymore, Mr Trent," I said. "I really don't."

He patted my back. "I know, son," he said. "But you'll sort
it. Helen and her mother are going shopping today, and Liz
is off to visit with a friend who is holidaying nearby. You
can give me a hand with my chores while they're gone.
Nothing like a bit of physical labour to take your mind off
your troubles."

And that's what I did. After they all left, we started in
the garden. Feeling the breeze on my bare skin and the
sunshine on parts that had never been exposed to its rays
before reminded me of my nudity, but that soon passed and I
quite happily went about raking up leaves trimming rose
bushes with barely a thought for my cock flopping about with
every move. There was a path at the end of the garden,
beyond the low fence, but it seemed pretty much unused and
nobody appeared along it while were out there. Then it was
back inside and the washing up and dusting and polishing.
The place looked pretty good by the time the sound of a car
outside heralded the return of Helen and her mother.

"Come and help me with the shopping," Mr Trent said to me,
going to the front door.

I hesitated at the door as I followed him. The back garden
and the house were one thing, but ten metres away down the
front path was a road. Not a busy one, mind, but still with
cars passing at regular intervals. Then I saw Helen standing
by the car watching me, and I screwed up my courage and went
to help my father-in-law collect the bags from the boot of
the car. Two cars passed as we did it, but neither slowed or
showed any other reaction to two naked men unloading
shopping from a car.

"Has he been good, Daddy?" Helen asked as I was lifting the
last of them out.

"He's been a tremendous help to me, sweetheart," Mr Trent
answered. "Really mucked in and got things done."

I actually felt quite proud of that commendation, though I
wasn't sure why. .

We took the bags, which mostly seemed to contain clothes and
shoes, up to the room that the two sisters shared with their
mother. It was the first I had seen of it, and I noticed
that it contained one very large bed. Presumably, I thought,
they all shared it together. We left the bags on the bed,
and went back downstairs to find Helena and her mother in
the front room. They were on the sofa beside each other,
both with their shoes licked off and their bare legs and
feet stretched out in front of them.

"Make the ladies some tea, son," Mr Trent said. "They've had
a tiring day."

Nothing had been said about tea for Mr Trent and me, so I
played it safe and just set out two cups and saucers on the
tray. When I came back, Mr Trent was in his knees in front
of his daughter. He had one of her feet in his hands and was
massaging it, and with a little bit of a shock I realised
that her other was resting in his groin, the sole resting
against his cock.

"Ah, tea," Mrs Trent said. "Good. Put it down here on the
table."

I had stopped abruptly in the doorway at the sight that met
my eyes, but now I quickly recovered myself and went forward
with the tea tray. I put it on the table and then just stood
there gormlessly wondering what to do. I couldn't stop my
eyes from keep returning to the sight of my bride's delicate
foot up against her father's heavy cock, and my own began to
stir a little.

I realised that Mrs Trent was looking up at me, a little
expectantly. And I realised why.

"Are your feet tired too, Ms Trent?" I asked.

"Very, Simon," she answered pointedly.

"May I massage them for you?" I asked.

She favoured me with a warm smile. "What a good boy you can
be when you try, Simon," she said. "Very thoughtful. Yes, of
course you may massage them."

I got down on my knees beside my father in law and Mrs Trent
raised one foot so that I could take it in my hands. Unlike
her daughter's, her feet were obviously those of a mature
woman. But somehow I found them all the more attractive for
that. I started to massage the sole with my thumbs, and
immediately she copied Helen's pose by putting her other
foot in my lap. Immediately my cock commenced to grow, and
she laughed.

"He's very sensitive, isn't he, Helen?" she said.

"I wouldn't know, Mummy," Helen answered sniffily. "Mouth
now, Daddy."

Mr Trent inclined his head slightly towards me and smiled.
Then he lifted the foot he was holding and closed his lips
over the big toe. That was just too much for me, what with
the pressure on my cock, my mother-in-law's foot in my hands
and all else that had been happening that day. I spurted.
Not much, just the one, but it spattered all over Mrs Trent
foot and ankle.

It was like time froze. All three pairs of eyes were on me,
and all of them cold and disapproving. I looked down at the
foot resting in my groin, the milky white cum in a long thin
line stretching from the ankle to between the first and
second toes, and felt thoroughly ashamed of myself.

"I'm so sorry, Ms Trent."

She wrenched the other foot from my hands and lifted the one
I had despoiled.

"Clean off your mess," she ordered. "With your tongue, you
filthy little boy."

I held the foot with the heel cupped in my hand and looked
down at it. Despite my disgust, my own cum looked so
tempting there glistening along her foot. Before I could
give it any more thought, I dipped my head and licked it
from around her ankle. It tasted slightly salty, but nothing
like as bad as I had expected. And I hadn't felt the
slightest urge to throw up. I continued along the foot,
cleaning off my mess, and finished up between her toes. I
thrust my tongue between them, getting out the last of it.
When I looked up again, letting her foot go, they were all
three still watching me intently.

"Now go to your room," Mrs Trent commanded haughtily. "I
don't want to see you again before tomorrow."

Like a lamb, I did just as I was told. Upstairs I thought to
put some clothes on, but when I looked in the wardrobe and
drawers there was nothing there. Every stitch of clothing
had been removed, and neither was there anything of Mr
Trent's that I might have borrowed. I sat down on the bed,
staring at the door, and wondered where all this could
possibly lead.