My wife Karen and I are both in our early thirties. We have been married twelve years and have two pretty and precocious daughters, aged 10 and 8. They are both perky, loaded with energy and curious in nature, especially concerning sex. About two months ago I happened to accidentally catch my wife's younger brother Bill fondling our 10-year-old. He had Jenny, our 10-year-old, atop his lap and was most definitely caressing her bottom and pubic area in a most lascivious manner, his one hand holding pretty Jenny about the waist while his other searched hungrily under short plaid school skirt for her private parts. I was frozen in place watching the intriguing scene from the doorway to our family room and neither of them saw me spying on them. Bill, who is 25 by the way, is a nice looking guy and by is Jenny's favourite uncle. Joann, our 8-year-old, is also quite fond of her Uncle Bill. Anyway, I was about to finally enter the family room and say something to Bill about his unusual behaviour with Jenny - although looking back on it now I'm honestly not sure just what I would have said considering the circumstances. It never came to be though because just as I was set to enter the room, my obviously horny brother-in-law titled his face close to Jenny's and in total shock I saw my oldest daughter open her sweet little mouth and press it to her Uncle's. The two of them kissed open-mouthed, their tongues darting back and forth in and out one another's mouth as Bill continued to feel up Jenny's cute ass and panty-covered pee hole while I watched on shaky knees, almost hypnotized by the incestuous scene. My cock, which is rather large, got hard and that so embarrassed me that I felt I should then and there withdraw from the door opening, and I did. I told my wife about it later that night, as she was brushing her long, silky, beautiful chestnut-coloured hair right before bedtime. She shrugged it off as not meaning much, telling me that her brother was probably just teaching Jenny to be a good kisser or perhaps he was just showing his affection for her, she added indifferently.

I felt pretty sure back then that my horny brother-in-law was no doubt carrying on in the same sexy fashion with little Joann too, although I had no actual proof at the time. It was just a gut instinct on my part, back then. Bill is single, works as a produce manager at a local supermarket out here in town, and sometimes stays overnight at our house. When he stays over, my wife has no qualms about letting him sleep with one of the girls, sometimes both of them, since we have no guestroom. The girls share a room and have twin beds. He usually will stay over on a weekend night, and I have more than once peeked into the girls' room early in the morning and found the three of them nestled cozily together, with Bill in the middle, all sound asleep.

It was shortly after I saw Bill feeling up and French kissing Jenny that my wife told me about the costume party that her boss was having in a few weeks. She was excited about being invited and very insistent that we should attend. I went along with it, seeing no reason not to.

"What will we dress as?" I asked my attractive spouse.

"Well," she beamed, "I've given some thought to that, honey. Remember that movie - the funny one - we saw last year where the guy and his wife both dressed as hookers in order to get past the cops and on the plane they had to catch?"

I recalled the film. It was kind of hilarious. This guy and his wife were being sought after by the police and the police had the airport staked out, so they dressed as hookers, latched onto two older gentlemen and boarded their flight, easily eluding police capture.

"Now, wait a minute, Karen," I told my wife, "do you mean you want us to both dress up as female hookers?"

"Uh-huh," she smiled sexily. "It'll be fun, Dennis. Don't be a spoil sport."

After a lot of give and take, and much coaxing and some pouting on Karen's part, I reluctantly agreed to do as she wanted, but I felt very uneasy and uncomfortable with it.

Karen went out and bought the necessary female attire for us to wear to the party. She then had me shave off all of my body hair. I am a very fair-haired Nordic blond anyway, so that wasn't too difficult, although I did feel rather foolish with no hair under my arms on my legs or chest any longer. She instructed me to be sure to keep it that way until the day of the party, and I did.

She spent almost two hours an evening, up until the party night, teaching me to walk like a slut in my new high heels and taught me also how to sensually sway my hips as I did so. Our two daughters watched my training with attentive eagerness and also lots of giggling.

The final two days before the party Karen had me wear panties under my business suit, along with a garterbelt, black silk stockings and garters. She said I need to get the feel of wearing these items so I would feel "comfy" in them at the party. Surprisingly, in spite of my embarrassment at having my wife, my two cute precious daughters and my young brother-in-law see me in panties, a garterbelt, stockings and garters (they all wanted to check me out in my female undergarments that first day I wore them to work, so my wife made me strip down to them upon arrival home from my office). I felt rather sexy and confessed to Karen later that night that I'd had several involuntary hard-ons at work that day in my new silky panties. She thought that was "good," she told me and let it go at that. But once we got ready for bed she said, "Dennis, leave on your panties, honey! I want you to eat me tonight and want you to wear them while you do."

I nodded meekly, agreeing to what she told me. She had three tremendous orgasms as I licked her lust chestnut-coloured mound obediently, my poor cock straining in my new tight panties. After I'd finished licking her to her third climax, she had me remove my panties, then she stuffed them in my mouth and told me to sleep like that.

"Can't...can't I even jerk off, Karen?" I inquired in a pleading voice just before she stuffed the silky garment into my mouth.

"No, Dennis, you cannot," she informed me. "Now go to sleep. We have a big day ahead tomorrow."

I finally fell asleep, horny as the devil, the silky panties lodged snugly in my mouth, with my lovely wife fast in slumberland beside me.

The next morning Karen allowed me to jerk off but I had to do so in front of her, which I'd never done before, so that was rather awkward and highly embarrassing for me. I then showered, dressed for work, and of course once more donned the panties, silk stockings, garterbelt and garters beneath my ultra conservative business suit. I had a very important meeting that I had to attend at work but was able to leave by noon. Karen also left work early and the afternoon was spent with my wife applying make-up to my face, and finally putting the long, blond wig onto my head, combing and adjusting it properly. She then had me dress completely in the slutty outfit I'd be wearing to the costume party the following evening.

I was, after a half an hour or so, finally attired in full feminine garb, complete with facial make-up and flowing blond wig. I was wearing a red frilly garterbelt, red garters, red silk panties, black silk fishnet stockings, red very high heeled patent leather pumps on which I could now walk like a true lady slut, a red French silk uplift bra with front snaps, stuffed with foam rubber padding in order to give me "tits," a very sexy white peasant blouse, and a very, very brief and extremely tight black leather mini-skirt. I was truly amazed at the sight of my new image in our bedroom full-length mirror. What a transformation! I had to admit I looked very much like a woman, and a slutty one at that! Even Karen grinned when she looked me over.

"You look divine, Dennis," she told me proudly. "Very slutty and sexy too. Maybe I should start calling you 'Denise' from now on, hm?" She added with a smile.

She then led me downstairs to show off the new feminized me to our two daughters. They had both just arrived home from school. Much to my dislike, my brother-in-law Bill was there also, seated on the sofa, his long arms around Joann and Jenny, one on each side of him.

He whistled and laughed loudly upon seeing me in full-blown drag. The girls giggled wildly.

"Wow, Daddy," Joann piped up, "You look almost as pretty as Mommy."

"Yeah, Daddy," Jenny chimed in, "You look way hot! I'll bet all the guys at that party will be hitting on you!"

I felt quite foolish, yet strangely thrilled, by my "dress rehearsal," staged and directed by my gorgeous wife, as I paraded and swished about in front of our daughters and my macho brother-in-law in my female attire. Karen had, these past several days, taught me how to correctly sway and move my hips while walking, and of course how to move properly in women's heels. I caught on quickly too, she had complimented me. She also gave me diction coaching and I was surprised at how much I could fluctuate my voice to make it actually sound feminine and soft. She had me demonstrate all of this in front of Jenny, Joann and Bill, much to my embarrassment and awkwardness. The three of them seemed to enjoy the show that my sweet wife was making me put on for their amusement. All three of them made humiliating remarks as Karen made me walk about the room.

Finally, Karen had me stop directly in front of where my grinning brother-in-law was seated on our sofa, both his athletic arms about Jenny and Joann, one around each waist of our daughters.

"Okay, Sweetie," Karen beamed. "Time to show everyone your cute, frilly underthings."

"Oh, no," I gasped. "I...I can't do that, Karen. Not in front of your brother and the girls."

"Oh, yes, you can," she said firmly. "Raise your skirt, Dear. Show everyone your lovely, slutty underwear."

"Please, Karen," I begged. "Please don't make me do this."

I was actually begging her in my new female voice, which had Bill and the girls laughing giddily.

"C'mon, Dear," she said, her voice now even more demanding. "Get that skirt raised now!"

I knew it was no use to argue or protest further, so I reluctantly began to raise the hem of my very short mini-skirt, my head lowered in total shame, until it was about my waist. I had to wiggle my hips a lot because the skirt was so damn tight. I just stood there, my face beet red in shame, as my panties, garters, and garterbelt came into the view of my young daughters and my wife's brother.

No one spoke for a moment, but I could feel everyone's eyes on my crotch area. I hung my head even lower in disgrace. All at once, and I honestly do not know why, my cock began to get erect. Just like that; it grew and soon reached its full 9 inches. It poked its way out of the web of my panties, causing me still more shame and awkward embarrassment.

"Well, well, well," my wife said. "What have we here?"

She looked closely now, as did Bill and the girls, at my hard prick sticking out boldly from the web of my panties.

"It looks like this slut likes being shown to people in his slutty undies, doesn't it?" She addressed her question to her brother and our daughters. They laughed.

The Karen scolded me for having a hard-on. "Well, Slut," she chided me. "You have no business having a hard-on! A slut bitch like you does not get a hard-on! Not unless I tell you to!"

I didn't know how to reply, so I remained mute. My face got redder though, but my cock stayed stiff.

"Jenny," Karen called out. "Get me a ruler. Hurry!"

Jenny broke away from the grip of her Uncle Bill and bounced from the sofa. She was back in a few seconds later with a wooden 12" ruler from her school box. She handed it to her mother. I thought perhaps my wife was going to measure my hard cock, though I had no idea why she would, but such was not her intent at all. Instead she smacked my blood-engorged prick with the wooden device, causing me to shriek loudly in pain. It also caused my cock to deflate instantly! The girls and Bill howled with laughter at my agony.

"Now, no more hard-ons, you twerp, understand?" she said in a most commanding voice, still clutching the ruler.

I nodded meekly up and down with my head.

"Turn around," she barked. "Show us all your cute ass, Slut."

"Bend over a bit," she told me and I readily complied, not wishing to possibly be struck again with the ruler.

"This slut has a really cute ass," she piped. "Don't you think so, brother dear?"

"He sure does," Bill replied. "Looks just like a woman's too from this angle," he added.

"I can tell that you like his ass too, Bill," she laughed. "I can see that bulge in your blue jeans, you know."

Her brother laughed slightly.

"Yeah, it's pretty damn nice," he admitted, "and seeing him like that, all dressed in ladies wear, Sis, did give me this boner, I have to admit."

"Hmmph," she said thoughtfully, "I wonder what we should do about it."

A few seconds went by, with me still turned around, still slightly bent over, then Karen made me turn around again.

"Get on your knees, twerp," she told me. "You're going to suck Bill's cock for him."

"Wha...what?" I said in sheer disbelief, "You...you can't mean that, honey...I can't do that...especially not here...not in front of the girls!"

"Oh, yes, you can, slut!" my wife told me. "You've sucked cock before and Bill has a really beautiful one, so get on your knees. Now"

What Karen said was true. I had sucked cock previously and made the mistake of telling her about it shortly after our marriage. IT had happened only once, back when I was in the Naval Reserve and on a two-week training ordeal. I had lost a bet to my then Navy roommate and the wager was that the loser had to do anything the winner wanted for one full week. Well, my roommate won, needless to say, and what he wanted was for me to suck his huge prick every night for a solid week straight, and I did. By the time the week was over he said I had turned into a very excellent cocksucker. I don't know what made me tell Karen about that, but I did, years ago, and now I was regretting it. She had obviously told her brother about it too because he didn't inquire about it at all.

I got down on my knees before my wife's handsome, masculine brother and awaited further instructions.

"Get your Uncle's cock out," I heard her tell the girls.

I watched in disbelief as both Joann and Jenny tugged down the zipper of their Uncle's jeans and extracted the largest cock I had ever seen. My own was nine inches but Bill's was a good two inches longer and very thick as well, much thicker than my own.

Jenny and Joann then began to tug down Bill's jeans. He wasn't wearing any shorts. He raised up a bit so that the girls could get his jeans to the floor, his huge hard-on standing out proudly from between his parted legs, big heavy sperm-filled balls just below his beautiful cock. Karen was right. His cock was indeed beautiful and quickly brought back memories of my ex-naval roommate whose fabulous tasty cock I had sucked off so many years ago.

As my two sweet daughters together held the base of Bill's hard shaft, I knew now for certain that my suspicions of Bill having engaged in some sort of sex acts with Jenny and Joann were obviously factual, and I now felt also that he was no doubt doing something sexual too with my wife - his own sister - or else how would my wife know her brother's prick was "beautiful" as she had just told me a few minutes ago it was.

"Suck it, Dennis," Bill told me in a horny, husky voice. "Suck my big cock. You want to, don't you?"

I looked up at him. He was grinning slyly. Before I could answer I felt my wife's hand pushing my head down to his huge cock. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and began to vigorously suck his very powerful prick.

"Ohh...goddamn, that's good," my brother-in-law cried out. "God...what a cocksucker you are, Dennis," he moaned.

"Call him 'Denise' from now on, Bill," I heard my wife say from behind me as she held my head down on her brother's hot fuck tool. "You too, girls. From now on your daddy will be called 'Denise" by you too. Is that clear to you, girls?"

As I sucked Bill's wonderful cock with gusto now I heard both my sweet young daughters say, "Yes, Mommy."

I played with Bill's bloated balls now as I sucked him off. My two girls and my wife urged me on with lusty profanity.

"Suck him good, Denise," my wife ordered me.

"Yeah, Denise," Jenny chimed in. "Suck Uncle Bill's nice cock, you slut."

"I want to see Uncle Bill shoot his white stuff into your mouth, Denise, you dirty whore," Joann added.

I sucked even more vigorously.

I massaged my wife's brother's onion-sized balls as I sucked away at his mammoth prick. The thoughts of what was happening raced through my now blurry mind. Here I was, a grown man, married, the father of two beautiful pre-teen daughters, a solid provider, and I was dressed in women's clothing. Worst if all, I was currently down on my knees sucking on the cock of my brother-in-law, while my two daughters held it at its base, and called me obscene names, urging me to suck their handsome uncle's throbbing dick. And I was loving it!

My wife held on firmly to the back of my head, pushing it downward on the gigantic shaft of her brother. I could barely breath as my nose now plunged into Bills' pubic hairs. Yet, I continued to suck greedily, and with no remorse, on his splendid shaft.

"Keep sucking, twerp." Karen commanded, as if I had an alternative! "And you better swallow every drop of his juice too when he cums."

"Yeah, suck him, daddy .. oops, I mean Denise," I heard Joann exclaim. "I can't wait to see if you can swallow all of Uncle Bill's goo."

"Is daddy sucking you better than I do?" Jenny inquired as I gasped for air with little success.

"Well, it's a toss up, I think, " Bill told her. "You're pretty good, little girl, but your scum bag father is, too! Damn, that's the way, fuckface. Oh, yeah, fuck ... I think I'm goin' to blow, girls! ... Hold on to my cock!"

I felt Karen push down even harder now on my head and felt Bill's oversized balls begin to contract, and I knew he was going to explode any second now, and I was right. With urgency, he began filling my mouth with the slimy liquid from his bloated balls.

"Ohhhhhh, shit!" Bill shouted. "Oh, fuck, yeah ... suck it, bitch boy! Eat my fuck juice! Get it all, you he-slut cock sucker...aghhhhh!"

I don't know just how I managed to keep from passing out but I did. I also managed somehow to get every drop of his sperm down my throat, just as Karen had demanded I do, without causing an overflow.

When Bill finally extracted his saliva coated cock from my mouth, I panted and gasped for air in desperation.

When at last I got my breathing under control once more, I looked up from between my brother-in-law's legs and saw both my lovely daughters staring at me in fascination.

"You swallowed all of Uncle Bill's cum, " Joann said in a voice that had mild implications of some form of bizarre respect in its tone. "WE can't even do THAT yet."

"I can!" her sister challenged.

"No, you can't either!" Joann retaliated.

"Well, I can swallow more of it than YOU can," came Jenny's hurried rebuttal.

"Okay, that's enough, girls," Karen clamored, causing a close to the argument. "It's time to let your pathetic excuse for a father spill his worthless seed. He did a god job of sucking off your uncle so I have decided that as his reward for that he be allowed now to get some relief."

Both girls stared at their mother unknowingly and waited for her to go on.

"Joann, you come over here. You too, Jenny." my wife spoke out. "Denise, you stay right like you are, on your knees, but turn in my direction."

I did as she ordered.

"Now, Jenny, take off your panties and stuff them in your cock loving father's mouth. You too, Joann," their mother instructed.

Both girls rapidly peeled free of their cute little undies and wasted no time pushing the cunt and ass scented cotton garments into my wide opened mouth. I inhaled the fragrance of their worn panties and my cock grew even harder. The girls giggled cruelly as they looked down at me, my mouth now securely gagged with their lovely underwear.

My brother-in-law's eyes were fixed on me too, as he relaxed on our sofa. I could clearly see the wide smirk on his face. His spent cock was draped between his legs and a trickle of his recently spent sperm had dripped on to the cushion.

Karen had Joann hold an empty glass near the head of my throbbing tool and made Jenny jerk me off. Jenny pumped my prick ferociously, and in no time I found myself filling half the glass with my spunk, crying out wildly as I ejaculated.

"Now, drink it, twerp." my wife demanded.

Joann removed the panties from my mouth and actually force fed me the contents, which I devoured like a demented pig.

Everyone laughed, Bill the loudest, as my sweet young daughter fed her cock sucking cross dressing father his own cum.

"Mom, can we whip him now?" Jenny asked.

"Well, ...." my wife murmured. "I don't know about that."

"Please, Mom?" Jenny begged. "It'll be fun. Please?"

"Well, I suppose so. Sure, why not?", my wife gave in. "Go get that old razor strap that you grandpa left in the shed."

Jenny trotted off to retrieve the strap and her sister followed along.

"Please, Karen". I pleaded. "Don't let this happen. Things have gone far enough, don't you think?"

"No, I do NOT think they've gone far enough, dear," came her swift retort. "A good sound whipping from the girls should prove to be of benefit to you."

"Of BENEFIT?" I exclaimed. "How can the girls beating my ass with a razor strap be of benefit to ME?"

"I'm not sure yet, " she came back. "But I feel it CAN. It will at least keep you in your place. Don't you agree, Bill?" she inquired of her brother.

"Sounds good to me, " he remarked, the wide grin growing even wider now in anticipation of my upcoming onslaught. "A wimpy dick sucker like your hubby, sis, can always use a good whipping."

The girls returned with the old razor strap that my father-in-law had left there where he used to own the house we now lived in. He once told me that he used to use it on young boys and girls in the neighbourhood, whose parents had, for some ungodly reasoning, let HIM take charge of their children's disciplinary needs.

"Okay, girls, he's all yours," my wife announced. "Do him up good."

"Yeah, " Bill jumped in, "whip the piss out of him, kids. Don't show him any mercy just because he's your daddy." Then he laughed boisterously.

"Get on your hands and knees, shit head," my oldest daughter said in a gruff tone.

Then she began flogging my exposed bared ass with vicious blows, while her younger sister got down and tugged on my now overly sensitive balls.

"Sqeeze his balls harder, sweet stuff," I heard Bill call out to my daughter. "It's no fun if you don't hurt him."

She followed his suggestion and squeezed even more painfully on my nut sac. I screamed out in anguish!

"Now, you've got it, honey!" Bill commented. "Keep doing it. Make the panty wearing he-slut wail!"

And wail I did. Between my eldest daughter whacking my shaking ass with the strap and her little sister tugging viciously on my balls, I was in a state of pain that I'd never previously experienced. My wife headed out of the room, but returned a moment later with two cold bottles of our imported beer, one of which she handed to her brother.

"Owwwwww .... eeeee, .. oooooohhhhhh, no .. no more .. please .." I whimpered, actual tears now streaming down my face as my daughter lashed me with the strap, over and over, while her sister pulled on my nuts until I thought sure she would soon rip them from their proper place.

I received 15 harsh blow in all from my beautiful daughter before my wife made her stop. The hold on my balls was also halted.

"Your ass is nice and red, " Karen informed me. "You may even have a few welts, and I can see at least two cuts. How do you feel, twerp?"

"Ohhhhhh .. ahhhhh, " I just groaned. Everyone laughed.

"When can we whip him again, Mom?" my strap wielding daughter inquired. "That was neat!"

"Well, not for a while, honey, " she informed her. "Your father is going to have to rest up a bit before you can punish him again. But we may just make this a weekly occurrence Would you girls like that?"

"Oh, yeah!" they both cried out in unison.

"Cool, " Jenny added.

Later that evening, after being permitted the luxury of a hot bath, my wife made me eat her pussy for almost a full hour in our bed. There was quite an ample dose of cum in and around her gorgeous snatch, so I knew that her brother had fucked her while I laid soaking in my bath water.

"Karen, what the hell is going on?" I asked her, after I had finished lapping her cum soaked cunt.

"What do you mean?" she responded coyly, as if having no idea what I was referring to.

"You know what I mean. I mean what just happened here tonight."

"Oh, THAT", she cooed. "Well, dear one, I guess the darker side of me has finally come out. I don't know how else to explain. It's always been here inside me, I suppose, and tonight it just came out. I think seeing you in drag, looking like a slut, was the key that unlocked my dark side. It just turned me on tremendously."

"Dark side? What do you mean by dark side?"

"Well, you know ... I think years ago when I used to watch Dad whip and torture all those kids in the neighbourhood started it. I mean, I used to hide where no one could see me, Dennis, and watch as Daddy whipped and abused them. Most of the time the children's parents were present too, and even as young as I was then, I could tell that most of the parents were stimulated by what my father did to their kids. It aroused me too, and I used to masturbate afterwards, even though at that age I didn't really know it was masturbation. I would just crawl in my bed, under the covers, and play with my pussy until I got tired, thinking of how exciting it had been to see all those kids naked, most of them trembling with fear and crying their eyes out, as my father put the strap to their sexy little bodies while their moms and dads looked on with approval and an obvious state of arousal."

"Did .. did your dad ever .. have sex with them?" I asked anxiously, now picturing the lustful scene my wife had just described.

"Sometimes," Karen replied. "Well, actually, MOST of the time. He'd get pretty worked up whipping and torturing those children, especially the really younger ones, and so once their punishment was over, he often took out his cock and made the child suck it. I can vividly recall him even fucking four or five of them. And right in full view of their parents, too."

"And .. and the parents did nothing to stop him?" I inquired in astonishment.

"Oh, no," came her quick response. "It was part of his rules. You see, Dennis, if the parents wanted their kids disciplined by Daddy, they had to agree up front to him using them sexually, too."

"Damn, that's incredible!" I commented. I was delighted that my winsome wife was calling me by my male name once again. Think about what Karen had just revealed to me was really not all that surprising to me, once I thought about it clearly. Knowing her father, as I did, I could believe him doing what she'd related.

Then another thought crossed my mind. Well, TWO actually.

"Did .. did he ever have sex with YOU, Karen?" I wanted to know.

She hesitated for just a moment, then replied.

"Yes," she admitted. "Daddy took my virginity when I was 6. He continued sexing me until I was 12. He doesn't much care for girls once they get in their teens," she added with a sigh. "But he never whipped or tortured me."

"Well, that was nice of him, " I replied sarcastically.

"Oh, come on, Dennis, don't be like that, " my wife said. "I didn't mind him doing it to me, and he does have a very nice cock."

"Is .. is he fucking Jenny and Joann, too?" I wanted to know.

"Uh-huh, " she replied casually. "He loves doing the girls, dear."

"Jesus Christ, " I exclaimed. "And how long has THIS been going on?"

"Well, let's see," my wife went on. "He popped Joann's cherry when she was 5 and then got Jenny about a year later, Don't be upset, Dennis. The girls love having sex with him, especially together. You should see how cute they both look when one of them is sitting on Dad's face while the other sucks away on his huge cock. It's really quite a sexy scene."

"Damn, " I sputtered. "Where have I been? I had no idea any of this was going on. I guess I spend too fucking much time on the road trying to support all of you."

"And you do an excellent job of it too, dear, " my wife complimented me. "You're not upset about all this, are you?"

"Well, I don't know, " I grumbled, the picture in my mind of my two daughters with my horny father-in-law, one sitting on his face and the other sucking on his cock, had caused my dick to become semi-hard, and I felt ashamed. Yet, there was no denying I was turned on by it. " I figured your brother was diddling the girls. I've suspected THAT for some time now. And I of course knew he was screwing YOU, which I don't object to, by the way. I know how much you crave sex, and I'm gone so much of the time on business, that I don't mind Bill doing you. But your FATHER? I never even gave a thought about HIM."

"Well, I'm just pleased that this is all out in the open now, Dennis," my wife said. "I think it will make things a lot better from now on for everyone."

"What do you mean by that?" I wondered.

"What I mean, dear heart, is that now that you know what is gong on, you can join in, and we can all have a wonderful time," Karen told me.

"Does that mean I can fuck Joann and Jenny too?" I asked, hopefully. My cock becoming fully erect now at that thought of THAT.

"Of course, dear. And you can watch Dad do them too, if you like. You might want to suck his cock yourself. I'm sure he'd let you, especially when I tell him what a terrific job you did tonight on Bill's prick."

"Now, wait a minute, Karen," I interjected. "That was a one time thing. I mean, it was, wasn't it?"

"No, dear, " she said, now in a more dominant tone of voice. "I'm afraid it wasn't. I really liked what happened tonight , and I know the girls and Bill did, too. So, I see no reason why it shouldn't continue. And I feel it would be even more exciting to include Dad and Mom in it also."

"Your MOTHER?" I barked. "Don't tell me SHE is involved, too?!"

Karen laughed. "Yes, she certainly is, " she confessed. "She hasn't done anything ever as yet with the girls, but she WANTS to. She used to clean me up with her mouth when I was a small girl and Dad was doing me. She would lap away at my cunt both before and after Daddy put it in me. I know she would like to do the same to Joann and Jenny. She loves eating pussy, and also enjoys watching Dad do our daughters."

"Holy shit!" I proclaimed, and my cock got even harder. much to my shame and bewilderment.

"Listen, Dennis, " my shapely wife went on, "don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy being all dressed up tonight as a woman. And don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy sucking Bill's beautiful cock and eating his rich cum."

"Well .....," I pondered, trying to come up with a believable denial, but failing.

"Ah-ha, " my wife grinned. "See? You DID like it, and I'm delighted that you did, babe. I did too, and so did Bill and the girls, like I've already told you."

"But I didn't like the damn ass whipping or the tugging on my balls," I said quickly and candidly.

"Of course you didn't," my wife spoke. "You'r not supposed to. But WE all liked it, and it made US happy, so you should consider OUR feelings, don't you agree?"

"Well, sure, " I expounded hesitantly. "But it hurt like hell, Karen," I complained.

"I know that, dear, but it is supposed to. There'd be no fun in it for the girls or myself, or even Bill, if it DIDN'T hurt, true?"

"I -- I suppose not, " I said feebly. "But -- but are you really going to let them do that to me every week?"

"Yes, dear, I am, " she notified me. "You will just have to grin and bear it, okay?"

"I guess so," I replied in total defeat. "I don't seem to have a choice, do I?"

"No, you do not," she affirmed. "And I'm glad that matter is settled. Now, I want to mention a couple of other things too. First off, I really do feel it would be best from now on, Dennis, if you wore panties. I don't want you to ever again wear MEN'S underwear. I am going to go out tomorrow, in fact, and buy you some very sexy panties, and a few other ladies garments. Next, from now on, consider yourself a slave and a maid in this household. That means you will take orders from myself, the girls, Bill, and anyone else I tell you to, and you will obey those orders without question or hesitation. If not, you'll be swiftly punished. It's as simple at that, dear. Now, tomorrow night, when we go to the costume party, we will both be dressed as sluts. There is a certain very handsome black man that will be there, and I know he wants to fuck me. YOU are going to prepare my cunt for him with a thorough pre-fuck lapping, and then you will get down and lick and kiss his balls while he fucks me. After we finish, you will suck up as much of his cum from me as is possible, and you will not embarrass me by whining or protesting. If you do, I will let the girls tie you up and whip you until you can't walk. Is this understood?"

"Yes, " I emitted with bated breath. My poor cock was aching now, much to my shame and utter confusion.

"Good, " my wife replied. "I'm also going to call Dad tomorrow and tell him you want to suck his cock in front of all of us as soon as possible. You do want to suck dad's cock, don't you, twerp?"

"Yes," I declared, very faintheartedly. I took note that she was back to calling me "twerp" once again.

"I thought so, " she replied with a big smile on her gorgeous face. "And I'm delighted that you do. Oh, before I forget, no more "Dennis" . You will be known as "Densie" from here on. I think that name suits you too, don't you agree, Denise?"

"Yes, " I moaned. My cock now as rigid as a board and leaking pre-cum. "Will .. will I still be able to fuck Joann and Jenny, like you said I could earlier?"

"Yes, " she said. "But you will have to eat them out and suck up your cum from their little pussies every time I let you fuck them, understood?"

"Yes, I understand, " I sighed. My cock throbbing madly beneath the covers.

"I know you have a hard-on, " my wife confided. "Stand up and jerk off for me now and cum in my panties. They are on the floor."

I picked up Karen's panties with trembling fingers. I held them in one hand and jerked off wildly with the other, thinking about sucking the cum from my two daughters little cunts as I masturbated. In seconds I was shooting off my load of cum into the silky garment.

My wife then made me hand her the cum drenched panties and had me open my mouth wide. She stuffed them in and then told me, "I want you to sleep with them in your mouth all night, twerp, and dream about how good that black man will fuck me tomorrow night while you lick his balls. And bear in mind too that he will probably very soon be fucking both little Jenny and Joann."

I awoke about 8 the following morning, the soiled panties still very much intact in my mouth. I looked over at Karen's side of the bed and found it empty. I was about to dislodged her worn panties from my mouth when she walked in to our bedroom. She had apparently been in the master bathroom.

"Good morning," she said. "You may remove my panties from your mouth, twerp. Then, I want you to put another pair on, which I'll give you in a minute, and get downstairs and prepare us all breakfast. The girls are up and watching cartoons in their room. Bill is in there with them."

"Did .. did he sleep with them?", I inquired, right after I had taken the panties from my mouth.

"Of course," my wife informed me with a smirking grin. "And, yes, he fucked them both, too. He just told me about it."

I groaned, and my cock got hard picturing my horny brother-in-law fucking my two little girls.

"Can I fuck them now, Karen?", I asked, almost in a begging voice. "My cock is stiff right now, and I would sure like to make use of it. Maybe I could just fuck Joann, okay?"

"Not right now, Denise," she replied, calling me by new feminine name. "They are both a bit sore, I would imagine, after being fucked silly by their uncle half the night. Besides, you need to get breakfast made. I'm starving, and I am sure so are Bill and the girls."

I groaned again, then got out of bed, my rigid cock aching badly for relief, and headed for the bathroom.

"I'm leaving the panties I want you to wear, twerp, on the bed," I heard my wife call out to me as I brushed my teeth. "Get in them, and then get downstairs. You can fix us all french toast and eggs. And hurry."

Fifteen minutes later, clad in still another pair of my wife's skimpy bikini style panties and a frilly apron, I was standing over the stove, while my wife, brother-in-law and daughters sat around our kitchen table hungrily awaiting their french toast and eggs.

Jenny and Joann were attired only in cute pink cotton panties and blue Disney styled T-shirts, while Bill and Karen were both totally nude except for house slippers. All four of them took advantage of my new lowly status by making crude comments as I cooked their breakfast. They spoke of me as if I wasn't there.

"When can we whip Daddy again?", Joann asked her mother.

"It's Denise, not Daddy," my wife corrected her.

"Oops, sorry, Mom, I forgot," Joann replied. "Well, anyway, when can we whip him again?"

"Maybe tomorrow, sweetie," my wife informed her. "He has a lot to do today. We have a party to attend tonight, so he is going to be quite busy shaving all that silly hair off his body, bathing, getting make-up on, and so forth."

"Uncle Bill says Denise should be our slaves from now on, and do everything we tell him to, or get his ass kicked," Jenny piped up.

"I have no problem with that, " my wife said swiftly. "He will be your slaves, and he will have to obey you or else."

"Or else what?", Joann wanted to know.

"Or else both you girls can punish him," Karen informed her.

"Does that mean we can whip him, Mom?", Jenny said excitedly.

"Yes, of course," Karen told her. "And you can do lots of other things to him, too."

"Like what, Mom?", Jenny inquired.

"Whatever you feel like, I suppose," Karen said.

"Can I shove a cucumber up his ass?", Jenny giggled. Then so did Joann, Bill and my wife.

"If you like, honey, " her mom agreed.

"Cool," Jenny uttered.

"Denise looks cute in panties, Mom," Joann remarked. "I think he should have to wear girl's stuff all the time from now on."

"He's going to," my wife stated firmly.

Just then I felt a small hand reach between my legs and grab hold of my balls in a most painful fashion.

"Ouch!", I cried out, turning slightly to see who had assaulted me. It was Jenny. She simply smiled defiantly at me, then squeezed again on my poor nut sac. The sheer, flimsy cloth of the panties did nothing to protect me.

"I want my eggs over easy, not scrambled, fuck head," Jenny told me, as she let go of my balls now.

"Yes, honey. Of course," I replied meekly, still grimacing from the pain she had just caused me. Everyone laughed at my discomfort and humiliation.

"What a fucking wimp." I heard Bill chuckle. "I love it! Your hubby is going to make a great slave and a fabulous servant, sis."

"I think you're right, my dear brother, " my wife chimed.

"The sooner you get the ass hole totally feminized, the better, I think," Bill commented. "I love the way Jenny and Joann are already abusing him. It's a real turn on seeing two pre-teen girls use their own father as their slave and maid. I got a hard-on seeing Jenny torture his worthless balls like she did."

"Mmm, that was nice, wasn't it?" my wife sighed. "I think we will all be having loads of fun from now on, now that my wimpy hubby has found his place."

I served everyone breakfast, then ate mine on the counter, near the stove. Just as I finished my last bite of french toast, I felt two hands on either side of my waist. It was Bill, and he was tugging my panties down. He got them as far as my knees, then clutched my ass cheeks with both his strong hands.

"I've been staring at your ass, pussy boy, " he whispered huskily in my left ear, "while I was eating. Your ass is almost as pretty as my sister's. I need to fuck it."

I didn't reply with any words. I merely nodded submissively, and stood there motionlessly as my brother-in-law went on groping my ass very sensually. My cock rose and pressed up against the kitchen cabinet as Bill now bent me slightly downward. He called out for my wife to fetch him some petroleum jelly, and she dashed off to comply with his request.

A minute later Karen was greasing my ass hole and her brother's cock head with the slick substance, then seconds after that I felt the hot, lubed up head of his dick pry against my rear hole.

My face was pushed down flat against the counter top now as Bill invaded me. I let out with a yelp, but that didn't stop him. Karen was somehow holding my ass cheeks widely apart while her brother slammed deep up into my rectum full force, causing me to scream loudly almost lose my balance.

Bill began to fuck me with brutal thrusts, showing no concern whatsoever for my well being. He locked hands to my hips and pumped furiously, his heavy balls banging against my exposed ass cheeks violently.

"Fuck him, Bill!", my wife urged him. "Fuck the wimpy bastard's ass as hard as you can!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhh, God, it hurts! Ohhhhhhh...", I wailed, as my brother-in-law picked up the pace now, fucking me even faster and deeper. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, no .. NO, noooo..." I begged to no avail.

"Fuck him good, Uncle Bill," I heard little Jenny plead. "Make him scream some more. I like when he screams, " she added with a giggle.

"Yeah, make him scream again, Uncle Bill, " Joann coaxed. "Hurt him. Hurt him a lot," she added cruelly.

Jenny and Joann now reached around my parted legs and started to tug on my cock and balls, forcing me to cry out in agony once more.

"Owwww! Oh, shit! Karen, make them stop! PLEASE?!," I begged of my wife. But she did nothing to put a halt to the cock and ball torture little Jenny and Joann were doling out to me. One was severely compressing my balls while the other was twisting my cock unbearably.

"Jerk him off, girls." my wife ordered of our daughters. "Make him cum now! Your uncle is going to shoot his fuck juice up inside him, and I want him cumming at the same time."

Both girls took hold of my good sized tool now, pulling on it roughly, as Bill continued to hammer away at my rear tunnel. He shot off up my tortured ass hole, and as the initial burst of his sperm made its way deep inside me, I began to also ejaculate. My cum flew all over the cabinet doors, some of it landing on the floor, and some of it coated Jenny's and Joann's small hands. They did not appreciate that at all!

"You got your goo all over my hands!", Joann screeched angrily, as she punched me in the balls with her little fist.

"Yeah, mine too, you fucking creep!," Jenny complained, as she took hold of my sore prick and twisted it agonizingly.

"Owwwwwwww!", I yelled loudly, as my sexy young daughters plied suffering torment upon me.

They finally released their torturous holds on me, and I sighed with the welcome relief, just as Bill was finished dousing my anus with his seed. Both girls wiped the spent cum from my dick on my belly area.

I gasped and let out a long sigh as my brother-in-law at last withdrew his now deflated cock from my savagely fucked ass hole.

I was standing there on spastic legs when my wife instructed me to get upstairs and bathe and shave. I hobbled off, ashamed and defeated, to do as she had demanded.

"You've got gooey stuff coming out your ass hole, Denise," my oldest daughter cried out to me with a laugh as I headed up the staircase.

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Some ten hours later I was ready for the party, as was my gorgeous wife. I kept looking at myself in the mirror, not believing what I saw there. I was convinced that I was every bit as feminine and pretty as Karen was. But of course I wouldn't say what I felt aloud. Karen had seen fit to outfit me in a black wrap around mini-skirt, which was extra short. If it wasn't for the web of the wispy red satin panties I was wearing beneath that shirt, I felt certain that my cock and balls would be hanging lower than the hem of my mini-skirt. I had a red peasant style blouse on, and beneath it Karen had me clad in a french cut red bra, complete with falsies tucked in the cups. I also had on a red satin garter belt, red garters, and black fish net thigh high stockings. My shoes were patent leather red, and I was hoping I would be able to walk in them like Karen had shown me earlier.

I had on a shoulder length jet black wig and my face was made up in a most alluring, yet quite provocative manner. I looked every bit the slut as we headed out the door, arm in arm, to the costume party at precisely eight o'clock that evening.

We caused quite a stir upon our arrival. Karen was dressed in a similar manner to myself, with the exception that her very short skirt was orange, and her blouse was a sort of rust color. When she introduced me as her husband to the people there, many of whom were wearing masks across their eyes, I received lots of disgracing and debauching remarks.

Almost immediately, after the introductions were made, I was referred to as "bitch-boy", "pussy-boy", "slut", and "cunt'. Several of the men there chuckled and cackled at my appearance, and more than one man, much to my shock, groped my ass while Karen and I stood there in the center of the main room sipping champagne from high stem glasses.

The guests were dressed in a varied assortment of costumes, ranging from Paul Revere to Scarlett O'Hara. We weren't there fifteen minutes when a very handsome and tall black man, dressed as a sixteenth century count, whisked Karen away to the dance floor in the other room. She didn't bother to introduce me, but I felt sure he was the black man she had told me about.

I was standing there alone, sipping my champagne, watching my wife being ever so nicely felt up and smothered with french kisses by her black dancing partner, when a man attired in a Batman costume, approached me.

"Would you care to dance?," he asked me softly.

"I -- I'm not really a woman," I told him in an embarrassed voice.

"I know, " he smiled. "You're Karen's husband. But I'd still like to dance with you. I think you look stunning. You're not going to turn old Batman down, are you?"

"I - I don't know what to say," I murmured awkwardly. "I've never danced with anther man before. It might prove cumbersome."

"Don't worry about it," he told me assuredly, taking my hand now and leading me to the semi-crowded dance area. "I'll lead. You just follow, okay?"

I nodded reluctantly, but allowed him to lead me out on to the hardwood floor in the next room. A six piece band, dressed as pirates, was playing a slow number.

"Your name's Denise, isn't it?", Batman asked me, taking me in his strong arms now and pulling me close to him.

"Yes," I whispered. "It used to be Dennis, but my wife changed it. She changed a lot more, too."

"I can see that," he said, smiling brightly. "And I hope you won't mind me telling you, Denise, that I like the changes she's obviously made."

With that, he pulled me still closer to him. Our groins were touching now and I could feel his hard-on pressing against me. My own cock began to enlarge in my panties.

"You've got a hard-on, Batman, " I told him as he kissed my ear lobe.

"So do you, bitch-boy, " he retaliated, letting his tongue now swirl about in my ear. I sighed and moaned softly. The palms of his hands found my ass, and he gripped it tightly with both hands as we continued to dance.

"I want you to suck my cock, Denise," he breathed hoarsely in my ear just as the song ended. "Let's head out to the back porch."

He took hold of my hand and led me to the rear portion of the capacious house. We passed right by Karen and the black stud, but neither noticed me. They were too busy swapping saliva to see anything at all.

Once we got to the back porch area, Batman wasted no time freeing a very hard and very thick prick from the confines of his garment. He told me his name was Ned, just after he placed both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on to my knees before him. I took hold of his mammoth dick with both my hands and caressed it affectionately.

"Suck it, Denise," he commanded, with a heavier breathing pattern now, as I stroked his beautiful tool for him. "Suck my cock!"

I gazed up at him and nodded agreeably, then took the hot shaft into my eager mouth and began sucking it lavishly. Ned groaned and gasped as I worked my tongue around the head of his weapon.

About half way through the blow job, we were joined by another man. I could see from the corner of my left eye that the man was wearing the costume of Superman, cape and all.

"Ah, getting the old pipe polished, huh?", Superman said to Batman as he strolled up alongside Ned. "Who's the bitch?"

"Hello, Fred," Ned grunted, pushing still more of his long cock meat inside my already stuffed mouth. "This is Denise, Karen's husband."

"Husband?! Are you shittin' me?!", Fred, a.k.a. Superman, asked with an astounded tone. "That's a dude down there blowing you?!"

"Yeah," Ned confirmed for him, breathing hard. "The slut sucks better than my wife too, believe it or not."

"No shit?", Fred responded. "Damn, I'm next, okay? I could use a good polish job on the old joint. That's for sure."

"Fine by me," Ned said. Then, he gave out with a low grunt, farted loudly, then shot a sticky load of his sperm down my throat. I gulped frantically as he filled my waiting mouth with his hot jizz. He placed both hands to the back of my wig and held me steady as he sent his fuck juice cascading down my throat in heavy torrents.

"Ahhhh, fuck, that was good!", Ned sighed when the last of his dosage was in my belly. "Suck Fred off now, Denise. Show him what a great cock sucker you are."

I took Fred's prick in my hands and massaged it for him, planting soft kisses on the head of it. Fred moaned and whined as I did this. Then, I took it in my mouth and began sucking it luxuriously for him.

"Oh, man, you weren't fucking kidding, Ned!", Fred stammered. "This son-of-a-bitch can suck cock like a champ!"

The compliment made me feel good, and I sucked him with even more vivacity, cupping his swaying balls in my hands now and caressing them with care and tenderness as I blew him. It didn't take long for Fred to reach his climax.

"Ohhhhhhh, shit, here it cums...!", Fred announced with a shriek. "Get it all, you mother-fucking queer! Get every drop, you cock loving bitch slut." Then he blew his load down my throat. I managed to consume it all, and when he pulled out of my mouth and wiped his spent prick on my face, I licked his nuts afterwards in appreciation of his having treated me like the worthless slut-boy cock sucker I now was.

"I've got to piss," Ned said bluntly. "Too far to go inside. Open your mouth, Denise. I'm going to use you as my toilet. You don't mind, baby doll, do you?"

I didn't answer. I simply opened my mouth like he wanted me to and waited for him to release his golden fluid down my throat. I was able to swallow most of it. Fred looked on at the golden shower I was receiving with sheer awe.

"Me too!", he grinned, once Ned was done pissing in my mouth.

In held Fred's limp cock and aimed it for him. I devoured it all, and he moaned anew as he smeared his piss stained cock head across my lips upon completion of the degrading act.

Ned pulled out a chic cigarette case and placed a smoke in his mouth. He offered one to Fred, who accepted, and then to me, which I declined. Ned helped me to my feet, and the three of us stood there, against the railing, enjoying the warm breeze of the night. Ned informed me that he wanted to take me home with him once the party was over.

"I want you to meet my wife, " he said, exhaling some smoke. "She didn't come to the party. She seldom does. Anyway, she loves transvestites, Denise. Loves having her pussy eaten by them while I fuck their asses. She's Oriental, and has a truly tasty snatch. You do eat pussy, bitch-boy, don't you?"

"Yes, " I told him demurely.

"Good, " Ned said, tossing his cigarette butt carelessly over the rail, "then it's settled. You'll stay at my home tonight, and I'll give your cute ass a good fucking while you eat out my wife's hot yellow cunt."

"Let's go back inside," Fred suggested. "I need another drink."

The three of us headed indoors, and no sooner were we inside then we were met with the sounds of cheering, clapping and whistling. It was coming from the large room next to the dance area. We headed there hurriedly. I stopped flat in my tracks when I saw what was going on. A group of masqueraded people were gathered around a felt covered pool table. These were the whistlers, cheerers and clappers we had heard when we came back in to the house. On top of the pool table, flat on her back, and stark naked, was my lovely wife Karen. The black stud she had been dancing with earlier, was on top of her, and he too was totally nude. Her legs were wrapped snuggly around his broad back, and her soft arms were entwined around his dark neck, and he was fucking her wildly and expertly.

"Hey, Karen, your husband's here!", one of the cheerers yelled out.

My wife worked her head around the shoulder of her new black lover and spotted me.

"Denise," she panted passionately. "Get over here! Lick my lover's balls while he fucks me, twerp. Hurry!"

Ned and Fred pushed me forward, and the small crowd cheered more boisterously now as I approached the pool table. Two other men took hold of me and one of them pushed my face down to the black stud's balls.

"Lick him!", the man shouted out. "Lick your wife's black lover's balls, pussy-boy!" The group let out with a lascivious cheer and still more whistling, as I was held in tow by the two men and forced to lick and kiss my wife's lover's nuts while he pumped her pussy with fierce power. His mammoth balls reeked of cunt juice and sweat, and I licked both clean for him while he pounded his superior black cock in and out of Karen's extremely wet snatch.

"Do his ass hole, too!", a voice called out.

"Yeah, do it. Lick Rex's ass," still another voice, this one female, cried out lustfully. More whistles and cheering followed.