4 comments/ 73853 views/ 5 favorites Sophie and Julie Ch. 01 By: grumpyg I decided to write a follow up to 'Sophie's Bikini'. I was going to call this 'Confessions of a Pantie Sniffer' but it's much more than that. Please be aware that there is much pantie and pube sniffing in this story. Stop reading now if you are likely to be offended, but I very much hope you enjoy. As penance for my PS habit I have tried to introduce a little humour - albeit British humour. This story is set in Summer 2007. ---------- You will recall from a previous story that Sophie is our daughter - the one with a hormonal problem and fast-growing dark brown pubic hair. Having reluctantly shaved Sophie's pubes that first nerve-wracking time, I'd agreed to shave her again. With a beautiful 18 year old curvy, braless daughter sat cuddled on your lap it's difficult to refuse. This approach wasn't new to Sophie. Whether it be a £10 top-up for her mobile phone or £100 to go clothes shopping, Sophie knew that by removing her bra and unfastening the top 3 buttons of her college blouse I could be talked into parting with my hard earned cash, especially if her mother was out. In addition to this, one time I asked Sophie if she would fetch some documents from my car. As usual the keys were in my jacket pocket, but unfortunately so were a pair of Sophie's unwashed panties. Sally, her mother, had taken to regularly replenishing these with a freshly soiled pair every couple of days. Sally by then had started joining a friend of hers at the local church ladies group. You know the kind of thing I mean; all chat, chutney and crochet. Now I just don't know how the subject of our personal and private life had found its way into the chat, but now I was married to a more 'morally aware' version of Sally. I think the panties-in-pocket approach was intended to encourage me to whack off more and so lessen my appetite for that awful, sinful pastime of intercourse ... and that included starters and afters. So I now had an 18 year old daughter to explain to. Why had I a pair of her well soiled panties with me at work? Fortunately she'd had a boyfriend who'd put her panties up to his nose and confessed he'd also sniffed his mother's and his younger sister's. He'd tried to explain why but Sophie hadn't been convinced. Now she knew I did it as well I guess she was less surprised. I told her that the scent contained a very powerful pheromone that males were very attracted to and so quite a few men liked to get their pantie fix. Sophie seemed to accept that and nothing more was said. Anyhow, back to my story. Just a few weeks after that second trim Sophie had come to me again. It was a Monday evening, as soon as her mother had gone out to her weekly pep talk with the moral do-gooders. Sophie sat herself on my lap again - you guessed it - no bra, 3 buttons open etc, etc. "Dad," started Sophie, "Can I ask a favour, please?' "What is it sweetheart?" I asked. "It's my hair again. You know. It's poking through my panties." "Surely not. It's only 4 weeks." Despite Sophie's pleas I wasn't listening. I had been late back after a hard day at work and I was shattered. And an assortment of other excuses. In the end Little Miss Sulky pulled her panties down and threw them at me. "I'll come back down in half an hour. See if you've changed your mind." Then she stormed off to her room and slammed the door. I mulled it over. Sophie was badly in need of my services. Did her pubic hair really grow that fast? Should we persuade her to let it grow and make toupees? I smiled. What was that song? 'The mayor of somewhere? Had a lovely daughter? I Googled it. Ah yes! 'Bayswater ... had a lovely daughter ... hairs on her dicky-di-do hung down to her knees.' We could run a little business making toupees. We could start up on Ebay - 'Toupees made to measure, finely female scented, £300 each'. Finely scented? Would that get past Ebay's moral guardians? In what section should I advertise? I made a mental note to look it up. I picked up the panties. White, the best colour. I could see those lovely delicate biological stains, those stains that held the utmost fragrance. No chance trying to sell them on Ebay. Miserable buggers - I'd already tried to buy some there. I closed my eyes and held the gusset to my nose. Deeply inhaled. Mmmm a scent more wonderful than the sweetest English rose, better than anything Chanel could produce. Free, without cost, a most potent aphrodisiac. I sunk further into the chair and inhaled deeply again. Eau de pee, parfum de pussy. My mood was beginning to lighten. I closed my eyes again and took another deep noseful of pure pussy. Mmmm, my head started to reel. Could a guy be arrested for panty sniffing? "The defendant is charged with driving whilst under the influence of intoxicating pussy vapours, mi'lud." "You are sentenced to six months solitary confinement with strict conditions that you are to have no contact with any female warder. Take him down." This exotic, exquisite perfume made my senses reel. Deeply musky, enticingly invigorating, pure unadulterated heaven. I might just change my mind and shave some pubes after all. Sod letting them grow ... the toupee business would have to wait (though I was still going to check it out on Ebay). In addition to this Sally was really pissing me off with her severe rationing of all things bright and sexual. Sophie would have to persuade me a bit more though. Now what could I ...? I was mid way through my 14th deep inhalation of the addictive aromas when I could hear her coming down the stairs. Problem solved without any further effort on my part; Sophie came into the room with all buttons on her blouse undone. The blouse was still tucked into her grey college skirt but her delicious breasts were clearly on display. She crossed the room, boobs-a-bobbing, and sat, as was her custom, on my welcoming lap. As I mentioned in an earlier story, family nudity never had been a problem, however the beautiful feast of Sophie's delicious naked breasts had not been so closely on display before. The same enticing smell of cheap but perfectly acceptable perfume wafted into my nose. It seemed to be coming from Sophie's cleavage. "Have you changed your mind?" asked Sophie, almost seductively. "Just give me a few more minutes," I answered, my mouth suddenly becoming very dry. Sophie pulled the blouse ends from out of her skirt and removed the blouse completely. I now had a totally unobstructed view of Sophie's second best assets. Sophie's voluntary uncovering meant that she was giving me unconditional access to them, to view, to touch, to cherish, to fondle. Hesitantly at first I put my arm around her and my hand under her left breast. How can I ever describe how soft, how warm, how wonderful it felt? The exquisite texture of pure silky teenage breast was something too marvellous for words; 'blissful', 'heavenly' don't even come close. I moved my hand gently and slowly around that warm soft place, savouring every moment. Up a little and over a very stiff nipple. Sophie gasped, the sensation racing to the pleasure part of her brain. I gave each breast a most delicate squeeze and a little jiggle, kissed each aroused nipple and ran my tongue around and over it. Sophie shivered involuntarily each time a nipple was tongue-caressed and kissed. I pulled back slightly and for several minutes I just sat there entranced by the sight and the feel of Sophie's boobies. It's just so difficult for me to explain the difference in softness and texture of her skin compared to Sally, my wife. Sophie's breast muscles were strong, toned even more by her love of swimming, lifting each generous breast up from her chest to give them the most perfect shape. In the centre of each breast was an engorged nipple, mid-brown, encouraged to swell out and away from a slightly lighter areola. The vision was hypnotic. I was utterly and completely fixated. And those gorgeous blue eyes, the dimple in each cheek when she smiled, the soft luscious lips. Why, oh why had it taken me so long to fully appreciate Sophie's beauty? Finally I turned her face towards me and planted a kiss on her soft lips. "Da-aa-mm," she started to say, her protest being smothered by another kiss. "Sshh baby, you can spare a kiss for dad, can't you? I love you to bits." It took a few seconds but Sophie responded, this time opening her mouth slightly to accept the kiss. "Stand up, please," a polite request from me. Sophie got up from my lap. I did likewise with a certain awkwardness. Perky Peter was already stood to attention. I moved behind her, cupped both my hands under her breasts, my senses now intoxicated by that cheap but effective perfume. I moved to her, my groin now nestling against her small but perfectly adequate butt. Through the material of my lightweight summer trousers she couldn't help but feel my cock pressing against her. 'Da-aa-ad' she exclaimed. Sometimes I tend to turn a deaf ear. Still stood close to her I ran my hands over her breasts, boobs, titties, jugs, knockers, bazookas, love pillows. Every so often as I lightly tickled the sensitive sides of her breasts or thumbed her nipples she let out a short gasp. Time was passing by. She-who-rules-everything would be back from her moral behaviour class in just over an hour. "Ok, you've persuaded me. I'll shave you." A playful short hard slap on her rump. "Up those stairs!" "Ouch!" Retrieving her discarded blouse from the floor and stuffing her panties into my pocket, I quickly followed her. By the time I'd got the all-important trimmer from our bedroom and hidden the panties, Sophie had removed her skirt and was laid on her bed, totally naked. I drew my breath in quickly. In the space of, what, eight or nine weeks we had moved from first nervous trimming of a mass of dark brown pubes to a somewhat seductive daughter laid naked on the bed. How could God create such a perfect creature? 5 foot nothing, gorgeous rich brown hair, unblemished face, slender neck, breasts to die for, flat smooth stomach, curvy waist and hips, short but delightfully shaped legs, feet ending in pink-varnished toenails. She was laid there, devoid of any gift-wrapping and awaiting my attention. The hairs on her dicky-di-do were, admittedly, needing trimming although they were nowhere near as bad as that first time and perhaps I wouldn't achieve my little business of made to measure toupees. I got down to the job in hand with renewed enthusiasm. As you might well imagine, the scent was very similar to the recently discarded panties. The top growth was shortened by the magic clippers in much the same way as before. I was careful to pay much attention to Sophie's physical needs. After all, surely that was the reason she'd asked in the first place. Yes, I was sure that these recent sessions would lead to a regular job for me -- at least until she left home or trusted a boyfriend to do the deed. The top hair duly removed I took a new disposable Gillette, soaped up that delightful area and proceeded to remove every last trace of pubic hair. Again I took my time, allowing the persuasive blade of the Gillette to lightly tickle and gently arouse her sensitive valley and vulva. The shaving finished I gently wiped over the skin, carefully cleaning away any residual hair. I smiled to myself remembering that old joke about the best way to get rid of unwanted pubic hair. Simply spit it out. "Ok," I said, "Job done. Can I go back to watching the telly now, please?" An exaggerated pout came to her lips. "But you haven't kissed it." How could I forget? It was a trademark of my work. Gently I bent over and kissed all the way down. All the soft silky way down from her belly button, inch by inch, letting my tongue run along that precious groove, that valley of Eden. Sophie let out a contented giggle and her legs parted in anticipation. My tongue worked its way a little lower. "That's as far as my tongue can reach. I'm going." Another giggle. Her legs parted even more as if by remote control. My kisses and my tongue continued downwards, very slowly. She giggled again. Her legs parted even more. I moved round so I could better access that very private area I had only viewed twice before. Most of the scent I had cherished so much had been washed away with shaving soap and water. Sophie's legs were parted widely now as if in a scene from a porn movie. It gave me VIP access and that little well of lubrication opened up. A sweetly scented well, a well that never ran dry. The nectar that flowed from it had a delicate taste -- a taste totally different to Sally. "Da-aa-ad, no, "protested Sophie. "Not there, no, you shouldn't, no, da-aa-ad ... oooh that's nice." My tongue greedily poked into that refreshing well, trying to lap up more and more of her secret divine juice. In and out it darted, anxious not to waste a single precious drop. "Da-aa-ad, no. NO DAD, your tongue's inside me. No ... I mean mmmm, yes there, just there. Mmmmm. As my tongue continued to explore there I noticed her hands moved up to her breasts. Firstly one, then the other, then both together. I could her a noise. Not a moan, not a sigh, more from her throat - a cross between a breath and an 'oh'. I looked up and Sophie was tweaking and pulling at her nipples then rubbing them with the palms of her hands. Not softly but roughly as if she was trying to hurt rather than stimulate. Time was pressing. Her mother would be back very soon. I switched to lapping at her clit. Quite a large clit, poking well out from the skin around. I licked at it desperately as if were my last moments on earth. "Ohhh dad, that's ... wow, I mean ... ohhh. Please dad, please. Don't stop." Taking note of Sophie's somewhat cruel attention to her nipples I licked harder then started to suck at her clit, trying to suck it between my lips. Her breathing, the throaty noises became faster and her attention to her nipples became more frantic, more tweaking, more pulling. My attention to her clit followed suit, even to the point of trying to bite with my teeth. "Ohhh dad that hurts, that hurts real good. It hurts like I'm gonna come." Finally, as Sophie's breathing became faster still I unleashed a full force attack on her clit, licking as fast and as furious as I could. Her orgasm rapidly built within her, the tension becoming more and more and more ... until her clit couldn't take it any longer. Submission was inevitable. Her sexual nerve centre could resist no longer. Sophie gave herself up to the powerful waves of orgasm with a load moan, then almost a scream as the muscle contactions ripped through tensed nerves for what seemed like minutes, though it was only a few seconds. Finally the released tension was followed by a sigh of utter satisfaction, and a broad smile on her face. "That was utterly fantastic. Thanks dad." ------ I closed the bedroom door behind me and left Sophie to relish the exhilarating afterglow of an intense orgasm. I hadn't been downstairs above 5 minutes before Sally came back. I remember there was a documentary about something on the telly. I feigned interest in it. Sally muttered something about her meeting but I wasn't listening. I had other things on my mind. ------- Just 4 weeks later Sophie again asked me if I would trim her pubes, and 4 weeks after that. It wasn't until much later that I realised it usually happened just before her monthly. My previously shy, unassuming daughter seemed to get ultra horny and came to me for help. However, something different happened a short while later. Julie, Sophie's friend and slightly younger than her, often used to come round to our house. Most of the time they were in Sophie's room watching the telly, listening to music or exchanging gossip over a cup of coffee. Now that Sophie is living with her boyfriend I don't see much of Julie which is a real pity. Last I heard of her she was doing some modelling work, but that was a couple of years ago. I had told Sophie numerous times not to breathe a word about the little job I undertook for her occasionally. Julie and Sophie often went swimming together at weekends and sometimes on an evening. I was dumbfounded when Sophie told me that Julie had asked how she managed to shave her pubes so well and so regularly - obviously as they changed together Julie was more used to Sophie having quite a dense bush down there. During the last few weeks that had changed and Julie was anxious to know why. At first Sophie said a boyfriend had done it, but Sophie dumped boyfriends regularly. Then Sophie said she'd done it herself in the shower before finally admitting I had done it. One evening Sophie came over to me. "Da -- ad, can I ask you something please?" she began I knew it wasn't concerning money. She had her blouse buttoned and her bra on underneath it. "Sure. What is it?" "It's Julie. I told you that she noticed my pubes are a lot smoother now. I don't have to mess pushing them in to my bikini when we're changing at the pool." I pre-empted the next question. "If you're going to ask if I will shave her, the answer is NO!" "But dad. You know her, she comes here. You even fool around a little." That was true. A little horseplay never hurt and Julie could be quite a tease. In fact, no, Julie was usually a tease ... the number of times she'd brought a drink through and made sure I saw plenty when she bent forward to put it on the coffee table. I also accepted that, as Julie's father had left for another woman some years ago, Julie often asked me questions or sought my views on things she wouldn't ask her mother. "NO, NO, NO! Do you want me arrested?" I could see the headlines in the local rag: 'Man arrested on suspicion of indecently assaulting college girl. The man was believed to be intoxicated with pussy vapours at the time' The pleas continued almost daily. As the weeks went by poor Perky Peter was suffering neglect. The gospel according to the church ladies group decreed that regular sex was a sin. Full marital relations should be rationed to birthdays, anniversaries and ONCE only on holiday. "Your husband will thank you," one old dear had told her, "Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder." I'd chuckled at the malapropism. Finally Perky Peter all but faded away, suitable only for peeing and always hanging his head in shame. Even the pantie treats were denied as Sally began to wash underwear almost daily. I threw in the towel. "OK,' I said at last to my precious daughter. "I give in. Julie can come round Monday week, provided your mother is out at her meeting. The only condition is that Julie provides me with her worn panties, removed and donated after her day at college, fresh and still moist, every day for a week." I had severe withdrawal symptoms. Panties were a desperate need - I'd even been on Ebay to see if they still denied those treats. Sophie must have spoken to Julie straight away. Within half an hour that day's panties were in my hand. Fresh, moist and (I thought) still slightly warm. Perky Peter was in for a treat. As soon he sensed them he rose from the dead. Wow! What a treat indeed. Even the most discerning pantie pincher would have been highly delighted. Some may say the essence was too strong, but every girl and woman has a different diet, different exercise, different arousal during the day. Within seconds I was up to bathroom, nostrils full of the most exquisite perfume. Julie had a truly stinky twat in the best way possible. My head reeled. My senses were renewed. A heady mixture of sweat, pee, lubrication and even, occasionally, a hint of brown sauce. To be honest this potent mix was rather hard to get used to. Julie's panties were rather worn and in need of replacement. With father missing the family budget was stretched and clothes always came second to keeping the family fed. After a day whacking off whilst under the influence I quite looked forward to freshly supplied ones that evening. As each day passed the pungent smell became more acceptable, even the odd brown sauce stain. By the time the weekend came round the smell was very exciting and unbelievably arousing. Sophie and Julie Ch. 01 As happens in all good stories, an unexpected stroke of pure luck came my way. Sally took a call on the Friday evening that Evelyn (aka Evil Lynn by some due to her infinite knowledge of local gossip and her very sharp tongue), one of the ladies group's old faithfuls, had fallen badly and broken her leg. Due to her age the hospital had kept her in temporarily. "Could you be so good as to take her a couple of books and a magazine, Sally?" the voice on the phone asked, "She's in Sheldon ward. Oh, and take some flowers from the group." Sally decided she would do some shopping in town then go to the hospital. ------ As soon as Sally left on Saturday morning Sophie texted Julie. Within 5 minutes Julie had arrived. "Sophie tells me you're envious of her new look," I said to Julie, "But I'm puzzled why you need my help." "Well,' she started, "One of my boyfriends was going to shave me. He cut me the last time though, so I wouldn't let him. I tried myself, twice, and got bad razor rash. And I'm not really going to ask my mum, am I?" "But why do you want a trim? Sophie needs it - her hair grows so quickly." The 2 girls looked at each other and giggled. "I get a bit ... a bit sweaty in the heat and ... it will be nice and cool." That maybe explained the pantie odour. "And what's in it for me?" I asked ... Well if you don't ask, you don't get. The girls giggled again. "Oh, we'll think of something," said Julie. "Just give us a few minutes." I waited patiently for 5 minutes then ran up the stairs to Sophie's room. Julie was laid on the bed ready for me to shave her. Naked. Sophie was sat on the chair next to her PC. Naked. A final incentive so I didn't back out? The sight was too good to be true, both daughter and friend, old enough, wise enough and beautiful enough to ask any boyfriend to sort out their pubic problems. Seeing Julie's tits unbridled and without a blouse to partly cover them was a treat in itself. Stunned and speechless I went and got the old noisy vibrating trimmer then a new Gillette, water, foam and towel.Julie is a brunette with matching collar and cuffs -- I could see clearly. I knelt down ready to start. A rather pungent odour met me, not unpleasant and very close to the samples I'd been offered for the last 7 days. I probably exaggerate, but I was more used to the milder pussy scents of my wife and daughter. I could see more of Julie's natural outline before trimming. Her hair was much finer than Sophie's and easier to trim. Admittedly she did need trimming and also the area that her pubes covered seemed to be quite wide. So both girls had a similar problems with bikinis I started the trimmer and took my time. Although Julie didn't seem as sensitive or responsive she was indeed enjoying the trim. What I did notice however was a lot of moisture there. Julie's lubricating system was A OK. By the time I had my Gillette working well her pussy lips were dripping - this time with quite a strong odour but very arousing. Not so much fishy as top class caviar. Now devoid of most hair I could see all the curves. Her mound was rather flatter than Sophie and the groove down to her lips not as deep. Her labia were larger, not flaps but very clearly defined. Sophie had gradually moved around so she could see what I was doing. She seemed very interested as I doubt she had ever seen a girl so close up before. "Look, here," I said, "I guess Julie might be a little sensitive just ... here." A short gasp from Julie as I touched. "Why don't you try?" I offered Sophie. Reluctantly at first she mimicked my finger movement. Again a reaction from Julie. Sophie giggled. With two fingers I parted Julie's labia revealing the tender pink inside. I pointed to Julie's lubrication. "And here," miming what to do. This time there was a better response as Julie's legs parted more. Not speaking again I indicated to Sophie to moisten her finger and gently touch Julie's clit. A shudder and a soft murmer "Mmmm," I whispered to Sophie to repeat the three motions I'd shown her. Each time Julie indicated she liked it, Sophie giggled again. And so it continued. This time I started stroking Julie, very gently. Thighs, pubis, sides, breasts, under her armpits. Never stopping, always switching places. Julie never knew where she was going to be touched next, save Sophie's slow and persistent attention to 'down below'. Ever so steadily Julie was responding more and more, a serious, studious look on her face as she concentrated on the feelings generated by our touches. Suddenly, without warning, she reached the peak of arousal and tumbled into a satisfying and very vocal climax. I thought my work was done. Seeing my two favourite young ladies so closely, so sexually, was enough for me. I would go to the bathroom and release my own pleasure. But Julie had other ideas. (Continuation to follow shortly. Brian finds himself blindfolded, hands tied and forced to ... Hmmmm, I'm telling too much. Wait and see!) [Author's footnote: This story contains much description about scents and smells which previously could not be conveyed to readers. Thankfully due to recent progress in HTML programming, a Smellyvison app now autoruns whenever this story page loads. Whilst this story was being uploaded, I rubbed the crotch of Sophie's panties on my computer monitor. To activate on your monitor, simply press the shift and space keys together and run the tip of your finger left to right on any part of the screen. The uploaded scent should now be on your finger.] Sophie and Julie Ch. 02 At the end of part one, you left me in Sophie's bedroom having just given Julie very neat and smooth pubes. I was about to leave my naked daughter and her equally naked best friend, to seek some relief in the bathroom. My swollen cock was desperately in need of attention. Having been denied everything from my morally enlightened wife, Sally, I had been suffering. As Sally now washed undies every day this deprived me even of the private comforting I'd been reduced to. I no longer had any panties to sniff and I had become very depressed. Just as I opened the bedroom door in my very uncomfortable state I was stopped in my tracks. "And where the hell do you think you're slinking off to?" asked Julie, arms akimbo. "Well, I'm finished here. I've done what you asked and I'll leave you two alone," I answered, rather awkwardly. "Oh no, I don't think so. You spend a while in here with two naked teenage girls and you think you can just slime away and wank your socks off?" Julie came across as somewhat annoyed. "Besides," continued Julie, "Sophie and I have favours to repay." Repay? Payment had been made in advance by Julie. Several days of her x-rated panties had been more than enough. I had been floating in pussy paradise almost constantly since I'd done the deal. And as far as Sophie was concerned it has been my fatherly duty to ensure she felt comfortable at all times. It was no different to ... to ... hmmm. There must be some logical comparison to make, but every excuse eluded me. Julie beckoned me to sit on the bed she'd just vacated. A quick word in Sophie's ear and two old school ties magically appeared from Sophie's very messy wardrobe. "T-shirt off and lie down!" Not a request but an order. I refused. "Maybe we should tell Sally you tried it on with us?" added Julie. I had little option but to do as I was asked. Each of my wrists was securely but comfortably tied to a bar on the bedhead rail. I could now see Julie from a completely different angle - a totally bald pussy and sticky-out tits on view above me. Not for long! Another quick rummage in Sophie's wardrobe brought forth an old school scarf. It was folded and firmly tied behind my head, covering my eyes and nose with no way of me removing it. I couldn't see anything. The girls were quiet and it came as a big surprise to me when the gussets of both girls' panties were wedged firmly between the scarf and my nose. So just step back and imagine the scene: I was now laid on the bed, eyes and nose tightly covered. Able to breathe easily, but not exactly fresh air. Jeans were then unbuckled, unzipped and removed, swiftly followed by my tented boxers leaving my rock hard cock to spring up. And I could now feel my ankles being secured to the base rail by what? Did it really matter? Being tied and spread-eagled like an elongated X on Sophie's bed began to worry me. My previously rock hard swollen cock became just a semi. I was well and truly at the mercy of my daughter and, more worryingly, her best friend - a playful but well experienced cock teaser. "Well, well, Brian. You never told us about this, did you?" I could feel Julie prodding at my cock. "What do you think, Sophie? Bet you've never never seen your dad like this before." I could feel a flush of embarrassment move across my face. One of them was lightly squeezing my cock now. The proximity of blended pee and pussy scents wasn't helping my thinking and my cock was rapidly regaining its former state. "Wow," said Sophie, "None of my boyfriends have been as big as that." Even more embarrassment. My 18 year old daughter feeling my cock, comparing it to her boyfriends? I thought she was a quiet, shy, unassuming girl. My sweet little girl had grown up faster than I thought. Some whispering, some giggles. What next? "I think, Brian, you're in need of a shave. We can't have two nicely trimmed girls here looking at a man with messy pubes, can we?" No? Never? Surely Julie wasn't going to shave me? I felt several splashes of now cold water on my nether regions, followed by a generous application of shaving foam. "It's OK Brian. I've got a much steadier hand than my boyfriend. I haven't cut his cock or balls off yet." Yet another giggle from Sophie. I had little option but to lie and wait as Julie manoeuvred the Gillette around my cock and balls. Being lightly moved back and forth by a pair of female fingers, my cock was again solid, rigid. Another "wow" from Sophie. To be be truthful it felt great, having three small ultra sharp razor blades gently gliding round my cock and balls. You neatly shaven guys out there will know what I mean when I say there was also a light tingle round my balls from the shaving foam. I tried hard to unlatch my dirty mind from the task being performed but instead of anaesthetising me the pantie gussets close to my nose just heightened my arousal. Sod it, I'll confess. Despite the thought of my daughter seeing her father in a completely different way, it felt fantastic; whoever was holding and moving my cock was doing a good job. The coolness of the shaving foam and water and the gradual loss of hair felt fantastic. On the other hand, the whole feeling of total helplessness and enforced submission, coupled with the embarrassment, took quite some getting used to. I just laid still and waited till Julie was satisfied every single hair had gone. Several times I could feel both pairs of hands there; I suppose two pairs of hands made awkward places easier to reach. Finally she was finished. I felt the towel gently wiped over the area. I just hoped that Julie didn't find any aftershave in the bathroom cabinet! "Well," said Julie, "That looks good." Both pairs of hands now checking. "Feels good too, agreed Sophie?" "Agreed." The next thing I felt was kisses being applied to the newly shaved area, copying what I usually did. Kisses all over my balls, all over the skin between my belly button and my cock, then finally kisses (by who?) all the way up my cock to the very tip. Unlike most American guys my foreskin is still intact and, retracted, my cock-head under it is very sensitive. The kisses there imparted a very nice feeling - very nice indeed. Some more whispers and giggles and I could feel two pairs of hands lightly stroking and tickling me, firstly on my legs then working very slowly upwards to the insides of my thighs and back down again. Then at the same time the other girl stroking my sides, chest and over my nipples. I could feel one of them lean over the bed, running her breasts along the skin from my chest down to my groin. This was repeated very slowly several times. Having done that, the other one took over. By now my rock solid cock was oozing pre-cum and felt like it was going to burst. The tit treatment was repeated, this time from my ankles, all the way up my legs and over my cock. I guessed all that this was Julie's doing and her ideas repeated by Sophie, though I had no way of knowing. Some more whispering. The next I knew was kisses again on my cock followed by a single lick right at the very tip, licking off the pre-cum. I've known since early teens that the uncovered tip was ultra sensitive but, man, when you can't see and when you have pissy pussy fumes constantly up your nose and particularly when you totally unable to do anything to stop it, then the feeling is truly electric. One of the girls was again leaning over me, kissing then sucking the tip whilst the other was licking my nipples. If my daughter was previously pure and innocent before that day she was encountering a steep learning curve. On the other hand, of course, it may have been my naievity that thought she was so. Certainly she'd had her share of boyfriends, but tickling, tit rubbing and licking her father's naked body and particularly his cock just had to be real wild. Doing it while her father was tied up and helpless was unbelievably wild. Little by little the tension built within me. Each lick, each wide open mouth taking in my cock bit by bit, each quick assault on my nipples -- pulling, pinching, licking -- brought me nearer and nearer ... until there was no going back. The lack of self-pleasure for a couple of weeks, the lack of interest from Sally, the pantie smells I couldn't get away from, the thoughts of my own daughter and her best mate having me tied up and at their mercy ... all these combined to make me shoot my load as I'd never done before. It seemed as if gallons of cum were erupting like a mini Mount Vesuvius. Time and time again I pumped and pumped. And then the sound of Julie, laughing her socks off. She quickly removed the scarf and panties for me to see my own dear, shy daughter wiping cum off her mouth, nose and cheek, with just a little in her hair. ***** I'm going to leave it there -- the climax of my story. After releasing me, the girls stayed a while in Sophie's room, chatting away, laughing and giggling. Later they went off to Julie's house, leaving me alone until Sally returned, muttering on about Evil Lynn and why did SHE have to be the one who went to see her in hospital? Just to round things off; yes I did get a regular job shaving Sophie. She didn't offer me any hand- or blowjobs afterwards but very often, in the warmer weather at least, Sophie would wear very little whilst Sally was out of the house -- sometimes topless and sometimes in just a g-string. After a week or two Sally resumed a fairly regular supply of panties into my jacket pocket, though sex was only an occasional treat. Only twice after that did I shave Julie, the second time with an utterly fantastic blowjob to follow, and on both occasions Sophie brought home pairs of Julie's panties for me to savour. All xxx rated. I would have loved to fuck Julie but, hey, you can't have everything!