Once Sally's hand was clean she sat on the bed next to me and casually played with my soft cock. Kirsty just watched as my daughter tried to get me hard again. Nothing was happening and Sally soon got discouraged.
"Come on, dad!" she spat. "Get hard again!" She was roughly pulling me, hurting me.
"I can't, Sally. It's too soon. Stop, please, it hurts." I begged.
She stopped then, just holding me. Kirsty whispered something in her ear and they both started laughing. Sally jumped up and went to the chest of drawers. She took out some of my wife's underwear, panties, a bra. They laughed again as they threw them at me.
"Put them on, daddy. If you can't be a man for us, I guess you'll have to be a girl!"
I got off the bed and started to put my wife's panties on, pushing myself into them. I stood before them feeling ridiculous. My daughter just pointed at the bra. I pulled it round my chest and fastened it. I felt stupid standing before these two girls.
"I need a piss, Sally," said Kirsty, suddenly.
"You heard her, daddy. Come on." She pushed me into the bathroom. "Take Mummy's things off and lie in the bath."
"I don't think I can do that, Sally!" protested Kirsty.
"Sure you can. Just crouch over him. See how good your aim is!" They both laughed hysterically as, naked once more, I climbed into the bath.
Kirsty pulled her panties down and climbed onto the sides of the bath, her pussy over my head. I tried not to look at her but it was impossible. She was straining to go. Sally was egging her on, telling her to drench me. Then suddenly it came. Her piss hit my chin, my face. In my mouth. I managed to close my eyes in time as it strayed over my forehead. Then she stopped. They were still laughing.
"My turn," announced Sally and she took Kirsty's place over my face. I kept my eyes tightly closed, not wanting to see my daughter's cunt. Her piss was hot and salty. I swallowed a lot of it, feeling sick. When she'd finished she climbed down, pulling her panties back up. "That's better. I think you'd better wash now daddy."
"Ah, let me!" shouted Kirsty "I wanna wash him! Can I, please Sally?"
"Sure, no problem, if you want to. Daddy, up and under the shower with you."
I got to my feet and stood by the shower head. We have a detachable, Victorian type shower which connects to the bath taps. Kirsty quickly stripped to the waist and turned the water on. I tried to keep my eyes off her budding breasts and small, flat nipples. When she was happy with the water temperature, she started hosing me down. That's what it felt like. I felt like an animal that was being cleaned off. She soaked me all over and then started soaping me up. Sally watched everything, a slight smile on her face. When Kirsty soaped my crotch my cock immediately got hard. Even though she was very rough, my excitement did not vanish. She spent a long time rubbing the soap into my cock. Pulling it back and forth, stretching the foreskin out then pushing it way back.
"Oh, I see! So you get hard for Kirsty, daddy, but not for me! I think that means you're going to get punished! Rinse the soap off, Kirsty, we've got to go out soon."
Kirsty quickly washed the soap away then after a final squeeze of my swollen cock, she turned the water off and left the bathroom. Sally walked up to me and grabbed my balls tightly. She looked into my eyes. She didn't look like my little innocent daughter any more.
"Did Kirsty's little titties excite you, daddy? Is that what did it? If I show you mine will it keep you hard?" She laughed and tightened her grip. "We've got to go out but there's someone coming round to see you soon. He has a key and wants you to be dressed in mummy's undies and lying face down on the bed when he gets here. There's nothing for you to do but wait." She gave my balls a twist then let go. She noticed I was still hard and smiled. "That's better, daddy!"
She grabbed my cock and started pumping it slowly, her other hand juggling my balls.
"Sally!" Kirsty's voice sounded panicky. "A car's pulling up outside! We gotta go."
"OK!," Sally shouted and, still pumping me looked into my eyes. "And mummy wanted you to save all your come for her, didn't she. Pity, cause I want it too!"
She laughed, let me go and ran from the room.
I stood, ashamed, my balls aching, my cock straining. I heard voices downstairs and quickly dressed once more in my wife's underwear and jumped onto the bed, face down. I waited. I heard the front door open then close. I heard footsteps on the stairs, slowly, deliberately. Then nothing.
Suddenly I felt a hand on the small of my back, kneading the flesh. Then another hand took hold of the back of the panties and ripped them up, away from me. The material started to rip. The hand shredded them then let the bits fall back onto me. Then something penetrated my hole. It felt too big to be a finger. It was cold, hard and it hurt. The object was pushed in and out of me then removed. I was crying pathetically.
The hand on my back was removed then a weight was on me and a cock started to enter my widened hole. A few thrusts and he was in, pushing, straining. My balls were being squashed against the bed every time he thrust into me. Then with a loud gasp he came inside me. I could feel him squirt, feel his come as it warmed me from within. He pumped a couple more times then pulled out. I felt him wipe his cock on the remnants of my wife's panties. I heard him pull his fly up. Then nothing.
Eventually I heard his feet on the stairs again then front door open, then close. I lay there crying softly, feeling completely abused. I had no idea who this man was and I could feel his come start to seep out of me, between my legs. I slipped off the bed and moved into the bathroom. I showered for a long time.
By the time my wife got home I felt almost clean. I had bundled up her panties and thrown them away. I had changed the sheets on the bed and generally tidied up. I greeted her like nothing had happened.
"How was your day?" I asked over dinner.
"Good, good. The usual. But kept thinking about…you know…and…well, I'm ashamed to say but…I just keep getting hot!" She was blushing, not quite looking at me. "Are you sure you're ok with this, hun? I feel really guilty about enjoying the idea so much."
"Can't back out now. I've lined him up. He'll be here tomorrow night. And I'm just as horny thinking about it." My wife giggled and rubbed my already swollen crotch.
"Not til tomorrow big fella! Remember!" She squeezed again.
