Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2009 16:36:17 +0000 (GMT) From: slut 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."