Chapter Two: Dad comes under the sister's spell
Last evening we drugged our dad, lacing his tea with sleeping pills. We entered his room an hour after he went to bed and he was sound asleep. Mistress shook his shoulder, trying to wake him. He mumbled a little but did not wake. Once we were confident he would be in a deep sleep for a few hours, we helped Mistress undress him. That was not difficult. He had on his pajamas, but that was all. While Angelica and I unbuttoned and removed his top, Mistress pulled the bottom of his pjs off. We stepped back and looked at our naked dad. Mistress turned on the lights.
Just let me say, "Wow."
Dad is a man fox. Like Mistress, he also took care to make certain he stayed in top physical shape. We have a gym in our home, he is well acquainted with it. One of the philosophies he preached from the pulpit was people should stay in great physical shape to help them keep their great spiritual shape. He stated the two went hand-in-hand.
His body did not ripple with muscle, but we could see he was over average physique. His chest and arms, along with legs, were well shaped. His chest was hairless.
What drew my eyes however was his well-formed dick. He was circumcised, and he was big. At the moment he was limp, being drugged up and all, but even limp I was impressed. Mistress had told us the only sex she ever had was him lying on top of her and screwing away, but with a cock like that, that would be some screwing.
"How big is dad's dick when he is hard?" Angelica asked.
Mistress held her hands apart. "I would estimate somewhere around here."
"What is that, nine inches?" I asked.
"I never measured him, but I would guess that is about right. When he sticks his dick in me, I can feel my pussy stretching around it."
"Can we touch it?" I asked Mistress.
"Okay, I do not think he will complain."
Together my sister and I stretched out our hands. I was somewhat nervous. I had never seen a cock except in a magazine, much less touched one. Now my hand was approaching my dad's dick. Our fingers touched him at the same time. At that exact moment, Mistress shouted out, "BOO!"
Angelica and I both screamed and jumped back.
"You two are hilarious," Mistress said. "Trust me on this, that snake of his will not bite you. It is sound asleep, just like the rest of him."
I made up my mind this time I would not be timid and I would not be scared off. I looked at my sister and could tell she had the same mind set. Again our hands reached out together. I took a firm hold of him just above his balls. Angelica wrapped her hand around the head of his prick.
"He's hot," I said.
"Yes, and so smooth," my sister answered as she moved her hand over him.
"Yes, he is," Mistress said as she joined the conversation. "Since the first time I saw that dick, the only place it has ever been is in my cunt. Now don't get me wrong, I love it when it is there, but in twenty-one years it has never, not even once, been in my mouth or up my ass. You may find this hard to believe, but I've never even given him a hand job. It's never played around between my tits. His prick has never touched my nipples. The only time my hand touches it is when he mounts me and I reach down to guide him into me. Until you two, my cunt was never kissed or licked. His idea of getting wild is kissing my breasts."
I did not really know what to say with such a revelation. The only thing that came to me was, "Is he a good fuck?"
"Thank heavens for that, yes he is. The one and only thing we do is great, but it is monotonous. I so much want to explore new avenues. One of the greatest days of my life was when the two of you broke me out of the boring routine I had."
Angelica and I switched places. Now my fingers got to explore the top part of him. Then he started growing. Even asleep his dick responded to the stimulation it received.
"Keep it up," Mistress said as she moved to her dresser.
While we kept running our hands over him and watching him grow, Mistress rummaged thru her dresser. By the time she was back he was stiff as a board. Mistress had a tape measure in her hands. She took the end of it and placed it at the base of his dick. She ran it across the bottom of him and up to the top. She put her thumbnail on the tape where he ended. We let go of his dick and joined Mistress as we looked at the tape.
"Nine and one fourth inches," Mistress declared.
"That's big, right?" Angelica asked. Neither of us really knew that much about prick sizes.
"According to some of the women in the church, it is."
Now I was surprised. "Mistress, you and the church ladies talk dirty to each other?"
"Not really. We have talked about sex, but in hushed tones and always looking around, scared we might be struck down for such behavior, but over the years I have gotten the impression that between five and seven inches is standard. Everything over that is a blessing."
"Then Dad is really blessed," Angelica said.
"Okay, lets lock him down," Mistress commanded.
It took us less than a minute before Dad was chained to the bed.
"That's enough for now," Mistress said. "Tomorrow I am sure we will be in for an interesting conversation. Until then, get to sleep."
It was a few minutes past nine AM when Mistress came to us. She stood naked in the doorway, looking like an angel coming with a message from Heaven. Angelica was asleep next to me, trying to regain her strength from all the things I had done to her.
Angelica and I got our jet-black hair from dear old dad. Mistress was blonde. At five nine, she was one inch shorter than us. Damn, she had a great set of boobs. She had a set of D-cups she hauled around. Thank heavens she passed that characteristic to her kids. While our nipples were light pink, hers were dark red. My cunt started getting wet just looking at them. She celebrated her thirty-seventh birthday less than a month ago. Funny thing about dad. He wanted us to wait until our mid-twenties before we would marry. He was twenty and she was only seventeen when they got hitched. Looking at Mistress's body, I could understand why he did not want to wait another ten years.
Mistress was athletic. Besides our gym, she had a couple of TV shows she watched that centered on aerobics. For an hour each day she performed a series of calisthenics. It paid off well.
"Wake your sister," she commanded.
I shook Angelica's shoulder and her eyes slowly opened. "Again? Already?" she asked. "Don't you ever get enough?"
"Not me, Sister dear," I answered. "Mistress wants us to come with her."
Angelica saw Mistress standing in the doorway and she rose from her side of the bed while I got up from mine. She did not command us to get dressed so we followed her down the hall. We turned into her room and saw dad chained to the bed. His dick stood at rigid attention. His eyes were unblinking as he looked at three gorgeous women standing close to him. My eyes and Angelica's eyes were also unblinking, looking at Dad's dick. It looked huge to me. I wondered what it would be like to get that in between my legs.
I think he tried to resist, but despite all his efforts, his eyes lowered to our pussies and stayed there. Mistress saw this and ordered, "Angelica, stand as close to your dad as you can get. Leave one foot on the floor and place the other knee just above his head. Angelina, you do the same thing on the other side of the bed."
We did as commanded. Mistress climbed on the bed and placed her knees close to his arm pits. Dad now had an outstanding view of our pussies, none further than a foot from his eyes.
"Now," Mistress stated, "start masturbating.
Both Angelica and I obeyed our Mistress. I reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit and spreading my labia so Dad could have a good view. Angelica and Mistress were doing the same thing. Dad's eyes bounced from one pussy to the next. I watched him for five minutes. That's how long it took all of us to climax. Not once did I see him blink.
For a couple of minutes there was complete silence. The females were regaining their strength and the lone male was in shock. I glanced at Dad's dick. To me it appeared so hard he could drive nails in to walls with it.
He finally managed to say, "Why are you doing this?"
Mistress took charge with that question.
"Gerald, we've been married for twenty-one years. During that time we've had great sex, but it gets old the same way every time. Let me give an example. Spaghetti is great, we have it maybe once every six weeks and seldom are there any leftovers. However, imagine having spaghetti at every meal, breakfast, lunch, and supper. Your between meal snack is spaghetti. When you raid the frige in the wee hours of the morning, you pull out a plate of spaghetti. Leftovers? Guess what? They are spaghetti. Now you can be the biggest spaghetti fan in the world, but if that is all you have for twenty-one years, day in, day out, it gets old."
"That is our sex life, great, but it is boring the hell out of me. My choices have been narrowed to two. First choice, have an affair. Now that I do not want to do. I love you more than you can imagine and the idea of playing with some other guy's dick while he plays with my cunt is not appealing. The second choice, the one I am aiming for, is to broaden your horizons. Your two daughters have gone to great efforts to teach me new things, and they are great teachers. We are going to spend this day teaching you new things. I pray you turn out to be a good student."
