Chapter 2

“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!”