When we got home from the sex shop, my daughter Jan ran to her bedroom with tears streaming from her eyes. I’d embarrassed her a lot, but I thought it was funny and not that big of a deal. I worked on a few projects in the garage until supper time.
My wife Emily and I ate in the dining room as usual, but Jan stayed in her room. We had a rule about no bad news or arguments during meals. When we finished eating, Emily said, “I’ve never seen Jan so upset. I calmed her down a little, but we need to make some big changes! You should be ashamed of yourself, terrorizing a young lady like that!”
“I only…”
Emily shouted, “You made her so ashamed and afraid she might never go on a date again!”
“I… I’m sorry.”
“You need to be a lot more than sorry! You might have ruined her love life forever! Do you want grandkids some day?”
I shrugged. “Well, yeah…”
“She’s only 18. Do you want her to be afraid of you and hate you the rest of her life?”
“Of course not! I love her.”
“Then you better show it! You’re not just going to say you’re sorry. Tonight, you’ll do anything she and I tell you, no matter how embarrassing. Show her how much you’ll put up with, so she’ll know that you understand. If you won’t, I’m going to leave you. I’m serious! You’ll do it, or I’m calling a divorce lawyer on Monday!”
“I… I didn’t know it was that serious. I’m sorry, I really am.” The look on my wife’s face told me that wasn’t good enough. I added, “Okay, I’ll do whatever it takes. Anything you two want.”
“Good. Take off all your clothes.” I stood and started walking toward the stairs. She asked, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To undress in the bedroom.”
“No, no, no! Strip and sit on the sofa.”
“Uh… okay.” I undressed, then covered my crotch with my hands as I bashfully sat on the couch.
She called out, “Jan! Come down here!”
I complained, “But she’ll see me!”
My wife grinned evilly. “That’s the idea.”
Jan stared at me and asked, “Mom, why is Dad naked?” I saw her cheeks slowly turning pink and felt my own flushing with shame.
“I know him saying he’s sorry won’t make it up to you, not even close. We’re going to make him feel the way you did, so he understands. What did he do, and how did it make you feel?”
My daughter complained, “He showed me all kinds of porn and sex toys, and talked about sex a lot. I was so embarrassed! And… and worse yet, um… I got turned on, which was even more embarrassing! It was horrible!”
I deeply regretted my actions when I saw tears at the corners of my daughter’s eyes. They weren’t ‘silly little girl crying over nothing’ tears. I’d obviously hurt her badly.
My wife asked, “Your Dad got you hot in public?” She shook her head and looked at me scornfully. “Take out your phone and get pictures of him naked, so he knows how it feels.”
My formerly sweet and innocent child started taking pictures! I objected, “But, but…”
Emily ordered, “Yup, show her that, too. Stand and put your hands on your head, then turn around, nice and slow.” I did as commanded, and felt I was starting to die a little from the overwhelming shame.
She made it even worse by asking Jan, “Doesn’t he have a shriveled little cock?”
“Uh, yeah Mom. The ones in porn are so much longer.”
“It gets bigger when he’s excited, but sometimes he needs help. Have him take a Viagra in the upstairs bathroom.”
“Dad needs dick pills?”
I tried to defend myself. “I don’t NEED them, they’re for extra fun.”
My wife tattled on me. “You think the two minutes you can give me without them is enough to be FUN?” She scoffed and ordered, “Give him a pill, then take him to your room and dress him in your clothes; panties, a bra, skirt, whatever you want. Even the naughty clothes you think you’re hiding under your bed.”
Jan was quite angry. “You snooped in my room, Mom?”
“He did, and he told me about it. I think fishnet stockings and high heels would look good on him, don’t you? Maybe even mesh panties, too”
Jan grinned from ear to ear but said, “I wear size seven. There’s no way my shoes will fit him.”
“Then we’ll go to a shoe store. Hurry up. Get him hard and dressed, so I can make up his face.”
I was shocked and astounded. “Makeup! High heels!”
Emily scowled as she grabbed one of my nipples. “You’ll do it, right? So that I don’t leave you?”
“I… I… okay.”
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After a pill and ten minutes digging through Jan’s closet with an involuntary hard-on, I led her downstairs. My wife stroked my thigh through black fishnet stockings, then lifted the front of ‘my’ light green miniskirt. She asked, “Why is he commando underneath?” She held my stiff dick and showed it to our daughter, shaming me further.
“All my panties are too small, and I only had one bra big enough.” She lifted the white t-shirt I wore, revealing a black bra stuffed with rolled-up socks. The outline of it was obvious through the nearly translucent shirt.
I was even more embarrassed when my wife told me, “Then we’ll need to visit a lingerie shop, too. Sit down. She’ll do your lipstick, while I work on the lashes and eye shadow.” They touched my dick a few times in between, making it even worse.
When they were done, I looked in a mirror at a very unconvincing and ugly ‘woman’. My wife added the finishing touch, by putting a long blonde wig on me. I thought it clashed with my sideburns and salt-and-pepper beard.
My daughter took her car keys from a wall hook, but her mother said, “We’ll take the convertible, I’ll drive. Sit in back with him and feel his penis through the skirt. If it softens, give it a few strokes to wake it up again. Just don’t make him cum.”
Mercifully, she drove onto the expressway, so we could shop out of town and hopefully nobody I knew would see me. The severe downside was that for half an hour, every few minutes my child aroused and humiliated me by stroking my snake. It got worse when Emily shouted over the noise of the wind, “You can taste it, if you want. Just don’t let him finish.”
Jan licked the head half a dozen times with an evil look in her eyes, then whispered to me, “I like it, but that’s enough for now.” She returned to slowly stroking it occasionally, giving me the worst case of blueballs I’d ever heard of. We were going a little below the speed limit, and dozens of people in passing cars and trucks saw me in makeup and women’s clothing, with Jan slowly jerking my cock! A burly male passenger in a semi-truck licked his lips and blew me a kiss! I couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing!
Unfortunately, my wife could. At the lingerie shop, she had Jan and I go into a dressing room. I heard her whisper to our daughter, “Stand behind him and jerk it until he pops. Try and get all of it on the mirror.”
I tried to object, “But, but Emily…”
“Unless you want a divorce, DO IT!”
Jan reached around and slowly masturbated me, as my wife watched our reflections in the mirror. She gradually increased the pace, as she told me about how she had felt in the sex shop.
“I was so ashamed I wanted to die! Still, a lot of things at the porn place were exciting. I wanted to try some dildos and find out what sex feels like.” She gave my dick a dozen rapid strokes, then slowed down when I was getting close. “The pictures on the porn movies were hot, too. Especially the ones with a guy or girl licking nipples or pussies.” She gave me maybe twenty faster strokes, not quite enough to set me off, before she paused.
My daughter had had gained some confidence and asked, “Do you want to kiss my boobs? Would you enjoy licking your daughter’s nipples? Or do you want to kiss me between my legs, Dad? Would sucking your daughter’s pussy excite you? Want to taste my coochie and lick out my girl cum?”
She gave my rod a dozen rapid strokes and paused again. “I think I like guys AND girls, Dad. Does that excite you? Does it get you hot?” Her next stroke took at least ten seconds, pulling the skin to the head of my rod SO SLOWLY, then moving it back.
“Would you like to watch me make love to my boyfriend? Or maybe a woman?” She greatly increased the pace and asked, “Or do you want to FUCK your little girl? Wanna plow your daughter’s virginal little vag with this big dick, like a disgusting creep of a father would?
“Or maybe you want ME to fuck YOU, with a big fake dick? Would you enjoy your kid stuffing your butt with one of those strap-on dildos you showed me? Do you need a hot sexy daughter to pound your pooper with a huge rubber cock?”
After having an erection for over an hour, I couldn’t resist any longer! Finally, I erupted, spraying long sticky strands of white onto the mirror. “AH! UNGH! Sorry! Sorry! I can’t help it!”
Jan instructed, “Take a sock from your bra and wipe it up.” I did as she said. “Good, now smell it.” She pushed it toward my face, and I felt my stomach turn. “Here, use it as perfume.” She sniffed it herself, then smeared it on my neck!
“Mmmm! Very sexy, Dad. Now let’s pick some panties for you. How about some filmy sheer white ones, and a black crotchless pair? And you’ll want some red ones, for when you’re on your period.”
“PERIOD!”
Emily said, “You agreed to anything! It won’t hurt. Much.” She snickered menacingly. “Hurry up and buy panties in your size, at least three kinds. We still need to get shoes and groceries.”
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TWO HOURS LATER – at home, first floor
“Ugh! But this is SO uncomfortable! And SO EMBARASSING! Please!”
My wife Emily ordered, “You said you would do whatever it took, to get her to forgive you. Lean down and take it like a man. Or better yet, take it like a woman. Hehehe!” She giggled and pushed the plastic tube farther into my anus, in front of our daughter Jan, then squeezed the enema bag to push soapy water into my rectum even faster.
Jan snickered and said, “Hehehe! You look kinda hot, getting fucked with a rubber hose, Dad. Hahaha!”
“SHIT! I GOTTA SHIT!” I yanked the tube out and sprinted the two steps to the toilet. Brown stinky filth sprayed from my bottom as I sat.
My daughter turned on the fan, then sprayed air freshener. My wife put the enema bag back under the sink. She said, “Wipe him, Jan, while I go get the ketchup.”
I exclaimed, “KETCHUP?”
My daughter raked a wad of toilet paper over my bum, not-to-gently. “You’re about to have a period, Dad. You get to see what it’s like for women every month. Lean down and hold your ankles.”
As I did, something even bigger than the enema hose spread my anus and shoved its way inside me. “AAAGH! OW! What the HELL!” Something gooey and cold entered my abused butt.
Emily commanded, “Hold still!”
“What are you doing?”
“Like I told you, you’re having a period. Pinch it closed tight when I pull the bottle out. You don’t want a quart of ketchup all over the floor. Ready?”
I nodded and groaned in discomfort. “Ungh! Uhh. Okay.”
She pulled it out and said, “Stand up and hold still.” I wasn’t used to five-inch pumps, not at all, but I stood up. They and my blonde wig were all I wore, and my balance seemed very wonky. I repeatedly caught myself tipping forward.
She shook the bottle, and a remaining half-cup of red paste fell and dripped onto my cock and belly. Emily smeared it on my penis and scrotum, with our daughter watching! “Good. Now run for the upstairs bathroom. Put in a tampon, before it leaks out of you. Run!” She swatted my ass and stepped out of the way.
I had one holy Hell of a time trying to run to the stairs, up them, and down the hall; without breaking an ankle or unclenching my asshole.
I hurriedly dug through the bathroom closet, searching for tampons. I checked every shelf twice, but couldn’t find them. Behind me, my daughter said, “Oops. I think I put the pads and tampons in the downstairs bathroom, instead. Better go check. Hehehe!”
I sighed and retraced my very awkward steps, desperately trying to keep my ass sealed tight, as I struggled to walk in my new very high heels. I was panting, and my ankles and lower legs burned like fire by the time I finally got there.
My wife smiled as she held out a tampon by the string. “Poke it way up there, but leave the string hanging, so you can pull it out later. Then wash yourself. This is what it’s like when a period starts, but you only have to deal with it… how long, Jan?”
Her voice called from the hall, “An hour and forty-three minutes.”
I asked, “Huh?”
Jan held up a porno movie case, with a very erotic image on the cover. “ ‘Doing Daddy’s Dung Hole’ is an hour and 43 minutes long.”
Emily added, “It’s a pseudo-incest flick where a guy gets fucked in the ass by his five ‘kids.’ Three of ‘em are even girls. We’re gonna watch the whole thing, with you naked between us.”
I complained, “But, but gay stuff is SO DISGUSTING! Uh. . . and pegging is gross, too.”
My wife asked, “Then why do you have three pegging videos on your phone? Hmmm? And why are the girls in all three of them brunettes with big boobs, like Jan?”
“But, but. . .”
Jan kissed my lips, then suggested, “If you do, and you don’t cum or leak any ketchup, I’ll forgive you when the movie’s done.”
Emily added, “I’ll let her peg you, too. No fucking her, but you can do sixty-nine, if you both want? I’d like to see that.” She licked her lips.
My formerly precious, sweet, and innocent daughter Jan held up a small strap-on dildo. She asked, “How about it, Dad? Will you watch it with us, and show me how much you love me? Will you be my secret girlfriend, and call me ‘Daddy’?”
Emily said, “You want sex more often than I do, so it’ll work out for all of us. She’s leaving for college soon, but when she’s home, I’ll let you two do whatever you want. Other than cock in kitty, of course.”
I sighed and said something I never expected to say. “Make some popcorn and put in the movie. I gotta change tampons quick.”
Jan added, “And shave! I don’t like kissing girls with whiskers. Hehehe!”
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