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I was a father in a happy family. My wife was the world’s best wife. She took care of my two children, and cleaned the house and had meals on the table. All this was with a smile on her face. I loved her the first time I seen her, and our marriage was one huge bliss. We talked to each other, and shared our feelings with each other. Our sex life was simple. Our sex life could be summed up to kissing each other, the occasional hug. Sex was non-existent. It stopped when my wife gave birth to our daughter. Now we had a son and daughter, so life would be good we thought.

Our oldest son, Andy was 11 when this happened. He was an ordinary boy, although he didn’t like sports and liked hip hop dance. He would spend all day listening to music and dancing. I used to tease him a lot and ask did he have a girlfriend. He would always get disgusted and say that he didn’t have a girlfriend. He thought girls were disgusting. A shame really because if he cut his hair, he would be a handsome boy. I know that at times, he was teased because he looked like a girl.

Sandra, our daughter was 9. She was a little thing. I don’t think that her growth hormones really worked. But I loved her. I loved her smile and the way she made everyone shine with her good humour. I would come home from a shitty day at work, and she would give me a great hug. Then I would know I was at a place where people loved me.

That was our family. Until the event that happened a few days ago

It was a Saturday. It was early in the afternoon. The children were watching something on TV and I was reading the newspaper. It was just an ordinary weekend when we were recovering after a week of work and school and getting ready for the next week.

The doorbell rang. Sandra ran out and opened it. I could just here some voices. I frowned at the thought that it could be my in-laws coming on an unexpected visit. But she came in with a stranger. I stood up and was about to ask what was he doing in my house. He didn’t smile. He frowned as he told me in a determined voice to sit down. There was something odd about his posture and voice. It was demanding, nearly like he was a military man. I felt overpowered just by his voice.

We all sat staring at him as he looked at us. My wife felt very uneasy and asked if he wanted some lemonade. He just muttered beer. I had a bit more courage and asked him who he was. He just said that he was going to change our lives. He was the master of our destiny. This really wasn’t an answer. Suddenly I felt trapped. I knew that we were now hostages in our own house.

First he called Andy up, so he can have a closer look at Andy.

“So you are a little sissy boy?”

“No, I’m not”

“Explain the girlish face and the long hair”

“He likes long hair, “His mum said while trying to protect him

“Did I ask you bitch? If I hear another word from your face, you will feel my knife”

“Boy, I want you to do something, I want you to go up to your sisters room and put on a party dress that she has as well as long white tights. I also want to see her panties on you”

My son was about to protest, but then he was afraid of the now visible knife and quickly ran up to Sandra’s room.

“This family doesn’t know what it wants,” The man continued. “You have a sissy son that doesn’t know that he wants to dress like his sister and I bet his mother and father would love to have 2 daughters and no son. Look at both of you, you are not protesting and protecting him as he is now changing clothes.”

It was true; I should have been outraged and kicked the man out. I should have challenged him even though he had a knife. Maybe I would get cut, but I would win the respect of my family. I just sat there. Deep down, did I want to see Andy dressed as a girl? Maybe this punishment would be enough to get him to cut his hair. Maybe he would be more like a boy than a sissy.

He came down, and I think my eyes must have popped out as I seen him enter the room. Andy looked like a girl. He even put his hair in a ponytail. As he stood before the man, he was made to admit that he liked the feel of tights and he liked the feel of a dress on him. My cock must have grown to full length when Andy admitted that he felt like a girl.

The man said that he wanted Andy to sit on my lap. It was a test to see if I could keep my hands to myself. I felt embarrassed when Andy told everyone that he could feel my hard cock below his panties. I tried to look somewhere else, to show the shame in my face. I was being turned on my son in girl’s clothes.

The man now looked at Sandra. He told her to come and sit on his lap. We looked like one happy family now. But I was afraid what he would get Sandra to do. Would he abuse her? My cock became even stiffer at the thought that she would be abused. She had no idea of what sex was, and had had no problem sitting on his lap. She was wearing a denim skirt with straps over the shoulders. I wished she had worn a t-shirt, as the straps couldn’t hide her nipples totally. I nearly got up to hit the man when I saw that his finger was circling around her nipples. This was abuse right? It must be. I saw that her smile disappeared. Did this mean that she liked the new feeling? Did she know that millions of people would consider this child abuse? Why was I just sitting with Andy dressed in his sister’s dress on my lap? I should have done something.

The man broke the silence by talking to Sandra, “Nice nipples you have little girl. I like when they are flat. I bet they feel ticklish when I touch them like this. You are getting some strange but nice feelings in your body. I think that you were born to be a whore. If I gave you some money, would you let me continue touching your body? That’s what a whore does. She lets perverts like me touch them wherever they want to.”

He gave her some money with one hand. Sandra looked at it and clutched it. Then she whispered OK. I couldn’t believe my ears. She gave him permission to continue touching her body. My daughter was acting the whore that he tried to convince her that she was. His hand was now deep down her dress. The straps were now undone. I couldn’t see if his hand was far as his pussy or not.

My hands were by now up Andy’s dress. I was feeling his thighs. They were so soft. My hand was now addicted to the soft skin. I looked at my wife. I could see tears flowing down her face. I bet despite her ethics wanting to beat both of us up, she was glued to the chair, as we were under a spell from the man. It didn’t help that Andy spread his legs. My hands made their way past the panties and felt his ass. It was as smooth and round as a girl’s ass. While I was touching his ass, I started kissing him on the cheeks and then the lips. Before I knew it, I was giving Andy the type of intimate kiss that was only reserved for my wife. He gave me a hug as well as sitting so I would continue to feel his ass.

I looked out of the corner in my eyes and seen that the man now had Sandra’s dress off. She was sitting on his lap naked. I never noticed it before, but she had a very sexy body. Maybe she had no hair anywhere and she was as flat as the day she was born. But she was extremely sexy. Her head was tilted back as the man was feeling her hairless and pouty pussy. Her pussy seemed too little for his invading fingers, and this could be seen by her face adjusting to the pain. Deep down I knew that this was rape, but I was now caught up in it. My finger was by now circling my own son’s anus. In my head, I thought it was a boy pussy. If the boy put on a dress without putting much of a fight up, then he was a sissy faggot. His hole was now a boy pussy.

The man called Andy over and both Sandra and him were on the floor before him. The man’s cock was as big as anything else I have seen. The two children were told to start licking it. They did without question. Sandra protested a bit saying that she didn’t want to. But her head was forced towards it reminding her that she already got some money. They started sucking his cock in turns - My gay son and my daughter that was convinced that she was a whore. It was too much for my wife. She came over and started giving me a blowjob. To be honest it was the best blowjob that I ever had in my life. There was a smell of sperm in the room which meant that the man spermed over my children’s faces. I saw both try to lick it to see how it tasted. Within no time, I was also filling my wives mouth with sperm.

The man rose from his chair and asked do we have anything to say to him before he went. I wanted to call him a rapist, a perv, a pedo, a molester, but I found my lips muttering the words thanks.

He left.

Behind was a scene. My children had cum dripping from their face. Sandra was naked. Andy was wearing a dress. My wife has cum pouring out of her lips. The telephone was there that we could use to ring to the police. My wife and I looked at each other. This would be the responsible thing to do, but how do we explain that we participated in molesting the children. How would we explain that we just sat down and let it all happen?

We decided to clean the mess. To make sure that everything looked like it did before the man came in the house. The children’s faces were washed. We told Sandra to put on her clothes. She did, but the idea that I could now see a glimpse of her nipples behind the straps meant that I was hard. These nipples were no longer my daughter’s nipples. They had potential of being sex objects. I could feel my cock rise to attention. We told Andy to go up and change his clothes. He pouted and said that he wanted to stay like this a bit longer. I knew if he did I would end raping him on the floor. Finally he went up and after 15 minutes he came down and shocked us. He was wearing his sisters Barbie T-shirt and flowerily jeans. I decided not to fight him. I reminded him that he was a boy wearing girl’s clothes. People would consider him a sissy. He just smiled and said that I made him feel like a girl earlier.

What stroke me was that neither Sandra nor Andy teased each other. They both experienced things that were hard to understand and they were in the same boat.

Later that night, I was taking a shower. It was like I had to wash the day’s events off me. I am no paedophile, and yet I have acted like one. Slowly my brain was accepting what paedophiles felt and the urges that they had. I had to in a good catholic way wash the dirt from my body.

That was until Sandra came in the shower. She was once again naked. Once again my body went into hyper drive and admired how sexy her body was. On top of that I noticed that she was looking at me with puppy eyes.

“Dad can you teach me that thing”

“What thing?”

“You know where I put a dingy in my mouth and it makes that cream,”

“No Darling. You are far too young to do it. You have to wait until you are older.”

“That doesn’t make sense. I did it today. I put that man’s dingy in my mouth and he made cream. That shows I am old enough. Just next time someone pays me to do it, I want to be ready.”

“Honey, you are not a whore”

“Then why is your dingy standing up, it’s touching my cheek”

“I know. It seems lately it has a mind of its own.”

With that she put both her arms around it and starting jacking me off. She smiled at this. She most likely could feel my blood pumping to make it even bigger. She started rubbing it up and down on her soft cheek. I started moaning as this felt extremely good.

Before I knew it, she had the cock in her mouth. At first she was a bit clumsy and I thought she was going to bite it off. But then she picked up the rhythm and started going in and out. To tell you the truth, it was much better than her Mum ever has done. She could nearly take it all in her mouth. Once in a while she would gag if it went too far in her mouth but then she would be more careful. I am sure that she didn’t like being gagged.

It didn’t take long before I said I was about to explode. I warned her that I was cumming but she looked very confused. Coming where? I was already there. The answer came quick as I came in her mouth. She clenched her eyes and started spitting it out.

Without a word she went out of the shower. When I was trying to come to my senses, she put her head back in and said that I owed her money.

The next day, it seemed like the children were back to normal. Their mother decided what clothes they would wear. It was just before she put Sandra in a Muslim dress, so we could only see her eyes. She had chosen a Church dress that was long and covered everything but her face and hand.

Andy was dressed in baggy jeans and a cardigan. He looked like a skater. This was good. He would not be acting as a sissy.

We ate breakfast. My wife did not know what happened the night before. I was not about to confess to her. At breakfast we agreed to let the things that happened yesterday be part of the past, and we would never talk about them again.

After Breakfast we went to the sitting room. We stood still as we seen the man that was there yesterday was sitting on a chair. He was totally naked.

He asked why Andy looked like a boy? Then he told Andy and me to get naked. Here we were three naked males while two females looked on. The man looked at my cock and laughed.

“That’s a little cock you have there. I suppose it’s like most pedo cocks, except mine. Let Andy sit on it. Come over here little whore. Now tell me why I called you a whore.”

“Because I let you touch me and do things to me.”

“Why does that make you a whore?”

“Because you pay me and I don’t get mad.”

“Did you let someone else do that to you?”

“I sucked Dad last night like I did to you but…”

“Yes?”

“He didn’t pay me yet. He still owes me money”

Then the man told Sandra to suck his cock. Andy didn’t seem to be wanted to be left out. He went on his knees and put my cock in his mouth. He was much better at sucking my cock than his sister. I looked at Sandra; I could only see her blonde head going up and down. Wow, her ass looked so sexy. I felt like touching it right there. Then I looked at my wife; Once again she was glued to her chair. She started crying when she heard that Sandra sucked me the night before. Now she was crying and praying to God so everything would stop and she wouldn’t have to see her children be cocksuckers.

Then I saw him lift Sandra’s little body. He was slowly lowering him on her on his cock. She screamed as his cock torn through her pussy and her virginity. I could see the bulge of the cock through her bald pussy. Despite the fact that she was screaming, there was something sexy about it. There was also something sexy about her screaming and crying. He was by now fucking Sandra while she was crying.

“Mummy, Daddy, Mummy Please help me.”

“I can’t do anything darling,” Mummy cried. “It will be over soon and then you can play with your doll. Just please the man”

The man continued fucking her, and was more turned on by the mother begging for her daughters innocence.

I was going out of my mind. I saw him fuck my daughter. Part of me could feel the pain every time she was lowered on him. Part of me wanted my cock in that whores pussy. I pulled my son from my cock and forded him around. I told him to get on his hands and knees. While I looked at Sandra being fucked, I plunged my cock into Andy’s boy pussy. He screamed just as high as his sister and begged me to stop. I didn’t pay any attention to what he was saying. I was plunging my cock in and out of his boy pussy. I was so tight. I don’t know why I tried this earlier. His head was arched back as he tried to spread his legs as much as possible. Obviously he was in pain. I felt my cock being squeezed to death. It didn’t take me that long to collapse to the floor after I cummed in him.

Just at this stage, I looked at Sandra. She was also limp and exhausted with humiliation and pain after she was fucked. Cum was dripping out of her Pussy.

The man said, “That is enough for today”

What did he mean that is enough for today? Was he going to come by every day? Within two days he made me do pedo activities, he stole the innocence of my children and he was driving my wife crazy.

The whole house looked crazy. Tears were streaming out of everyone’s eyes, except the man, Sandra and Andy was clutched to their mother who found it very hard consoling them after their rape. That’s just what I did. I watched a stranger rape my daughter. I raped my son. I was turned on by it. I was now the monster that we read about every day.

I knew that I had to do something about it. I walked into my room and got the gun.

I hoped that the headline in the newspaper would be, “Dad saves family from living hell.” But I knew it would be, “Father kills sexually molested children, wife and stranger.”