Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or critical welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am female and I write in British English.
I lay in my parent's bed dozing, musing. Dad had got up and gone off to work, Mum was downstairs doing whatever Mum's do on their day off. I was tender, my fanny had been through the mill that is for sure, shagged mercilessly yesterday by Dad and then sucked and licked by Mum. I had orgasmed more in the past twenty four hours than I had in the previous year. I had no notion of how it had happened or why. I didn't mind, sex was okay by me, I had just never known it to be so enjoyable.
I remembered the first time a boy put his finger inside me, we were at the pictures sitting to one side, no one else by us and we had started making out, kissing and groping and the like, and he started rubbing me through my knickers which made me feel good. He slid his hand under my gusset and was touching me, the first boy to ever do so, and that felt nicer. His fingers were sliding up and down between my folds and then he started pushing at my entrance and before I realised really what was happening, he had a finger inside me.
It felt strange, I had never even done that to myself, it had never occurred to me. All I had ever done was pushed tampons inside at the appropriate time, never my finger. It wasn't an invasion, but it really felt odd, I had something inside me, moving around that I had no control over. I liked how it felt. He told me to take his dick out and play with it, again a first, I had never held or seen a dick before. I undid his trousers and felt around inside. I was surprised how big his dick was, although I later found out it wasn't really that big.
I knew the mechanics of sex, I knew where his dick went, it went where his finger was, and so to find his dick was much bigger than his finger was a bit of a shock. I played with it and moved the skin on his dick up and down and after a few minutes he made a funny noise and my hand was all wet. He lost interest in my fanny from that point and that was that.
I went out with a few boys, and it usually ended with a finger in my fanny and me making them cum. None of the boys seemed to have the gumption to push it further until I went out with Dave. We were at his house one afternoon, his Dad was at work and his Mum left to go to his Gran's. We were alone. He said we had a great opportunity to fool about more, and I agreed. We started kissing and he undid my blouse and then my bra and he was the first boy to see my boobs, which he seemed to like very much, and then he put his hand up my skirt and pulled my knickers down.
I didn't think much of it other than it would be better than my knickers pushed to one side and digging into my thigh. He stood up and pulled his polo over his head and then pushed his trousers and underpants down. I got my first look in the daylight at a naked boy, his dick and balls on full display. He got back on the bed and started kissing me, a hand playing with my boobs and another sliding up and down the crease of my sex. He managed to lay on me and I felt his dick between my legs and then it was pushing at my entrance and he was past my opening and inside me.
I didn't really know what to expect. I knew it would happen at some point, and that had been as good a moment as any. I felt more stretched than when I had been fingered, and his balls touching my thighs felt odd. He started moving, his dick sliding inside me, strange sensations that I did not yet understand. Faster and faster he moved, his dick sliding inside me, his stomach slapping against mine, me making gasps as he pushed in. And then it was over. He pushed harder, stopped, held himself inside me and I felt his dick spurt and he was done.
It had not been as earth shattering as I expected, nor had it been especially bad. I had been to the doctors a few weeks before and was on the pill, and so an unexpected pregnancy would not be a risk. I didn't dislike it, nor did I love it, I saw it more of part of the going out with boys' process. At that time, I didn't know that I could orgasm from sex, sex just felt quite nice.
I went with a few more boys, sex happened, sometimes good, sometimes not so good, never earth shattering. Once or twice, I gave boys a blow job, usually when I was on my period, I didn't love it, nor did I hate it. Mum had the chat with me about boys and what they wanted and once I gave them that, they would likely lose interest. She wasn't wrong to be fair, I rarely had sex with a boy more than once. Until Joe.
I started going out with Joe not long after I left home and moved into my own place. He was unlike other boys, he never pressed for sex, and when we did it was at my instigation. It was nice, it was functional and that was it. He didn't make the earth move, nor was he pushy. When I wanted sex we had it, if I didn't, we didn't. He didn't exactly move in with me, he just stayed over a lot, but eventually I decided it wasn't going anywhere and ended it.
That is how I ended up at Mum and Dad's over Christmas, I didn't want to stay at home on my own, so opted to stay at my parent's house, and that was an adventure all of its own. My Dad had shagged the living daylights out of me yesterday. I had orgasmed from having sex three times, never having orgasmed except by my fingers before. I had fallen asleep after dad had shagged me and Mum came home and found us in her bed. She had simply taken her clothes off, washed and joined us, licking me to another orgasm.
I had never imagined having sex with my Dad, let alone my Mum, and the events of the day before had left me bemused. It occurred to me that having sex with one's parents was abnormal, and in many jurisdictions, was illegal. I was not sure how to proceed. My fanny was sore, inside was very tender, my Dad had a larger dick than any I had encountered, although Mum had said that although he was large, that there were many larger, and in her experience a woman's fanny could accommodate a dick of any size, I just wasn't sure if I wanted to encounter any dick just now.
"Sweetheart," I was interrupted by Mum putting her head into the room.
"Yes Mum," I answered.
"Uncle Phil will be coming over shortly, and you may wish to return to your own bedroom. You may of course stay and join, but I am guessing that you would enjoy a little rest and recuperation."
"Oh, okay Mum, yes, I shall."
What was she saying? Was Uncle Phil, that was Dad's brother, coming over to shag Mum and that I could join in if I wanted? This was all getting weird. I pulled myself out of the bed and tidied their bed cover as best I could. I grabbed my robe from the floor where it had lain since Dad took it off me yesterday, and I silently padded back to my room and lay on the bed, my door ajar.
As I lay there, my hand pressing my vulva to ease the tenderness, I heard the front door open and Mum and Phil exchanged greetings. Then things went quiet, I guessed they were in the kitchen chatting and then the kitchen door opened and I heard them on the stairs and they went into Mum and Dad's bedroom.
"I shall go and say hello," I heard Uncle Phil say. I quickly covered myself with my robe, just in time as Uncle Phil pushed my door open and walked in.
"Mel," he said, "So good to see you, and hopefully whilst you are here, I may see more of you," he said standing there fully naked, his dick half erect and a good size, his balls somewhat bigger than Dad's though. I tried not to look, but failed, it was a captivating sight.
"Er, yes, thank you Uncle Phil, indeed, perhaps we shall see more of each other."
He laughed and walked over to the bed and kissed me, pulling my robe away as he stood back up.
"Oh goodness Melanie, you are a beautiful sight, the spit of your mother when she was younger, I do hope that we can get together," and with that he turned and left leaving my door open.
One thing I noticed was his buttocks, they were beautifully sculpted, taught and very much less loose than Dad's. Did that make a difference to his performance I wondered. I could hear noises from the other bedroom, kissing by the sound, and other noises too and my curiosity piqued, and I went to look.
Mum was laying atop Uncle Phil her mouth working his dick, Uncle Phil had his mouth at her crotch and the noises I could hear were those of mutual oral masturbation. Mum looked up and winked at me and then carried on sucking and licking dick. I left them to it and went back to my room and curled up on the bed, my hand still pressing my vulva to ease the dull pain I was feeling.
I think I dozed off and was awoken by the sound of enthusiastic shagging from along the landing. I didn't need to go and see, I knew what was happening, I was just sore enough to be grateful it wasn't happening to me. I didn't know how Mum could take it, I guess years of being shagged by a big dick had left her prepared and ready, she probably actually thought Uncle Phil had a small dick, although I sure as hell didn't.
Sharon texted me asking me how it was back at home, were they being really strict and parental, she wanted to know. I could hardly tell her the truth though.
'no they are cool' I sent back 'it is okay'
'gr8' she replied 'got sumthing 2 share' she replied 'heard folks fucking last night'
'eurgh' I replied with a vomit emoji
'lol I went and watched'
'vomit vomit' I replied.
'dad has big dick, mum has hairy fanny'
'lol vomit lol' I sent back
'need 2 talk but cant now' she sent
'k l8r' I sent back.
Little did she know that I could top that, I had seen my Mum and Dad shagging and I had shagged my Dad too, as well as Mum Jilling me. I could never share that though. I knew that Sharon had been with Joe before me, so probably any dick would seem big if that was the limit of her experience, she would probably freak out if she saw my Dad's monster of a dick. Both Sharon and I were shaved, and as far as we knew, most of our friends were. A few boys shaved too, but most didn't. Hair down there was just, well, it was unpleasant. Sharon went further and thought it gross. She told me she would not go down on a guy if he was hairy. Most of her boyfriends, I am guessing, shaved quite quickly, boys do like a blow job.
I heard mum scream as she climaxed and the guttural grunts from Uncle Phil as I presumed he filled her fanny and then things quietened down for a while. I was just laying there when Phil walked in and partially closed the door behind him.
"Your mum is sleeping," he said standing next to my bed. "I don't suppose that you would care for a taste of your mum?" He bent his hips forward, his half hard dick waving towards me, glistening with the juices from my mum.
"Why not," I answered and leant forward taking his dick into my mouth, my mouth a much better option than my bruised fanny at that moment. His dick began firming between my lips, quickly filling my mouth, my tongue tasting the sweet and salty flavours of my Mum, as well as the metallic edge from his cum. He began a gentle shag of my mouth, his dick sliding across my tongue and pressing to the back of my throat. I raised my hand and held his foreskin, pulling it and hold it back to reveal his glans, its smoothness a pleasant feel on my tongue. My other hand reached and held his huge balls, rolling his testes inside their sac, gently squeezing them. I wished I had a third hand to reach further back and massage his prostate, but I didn't want to release his foreskin nor his balls, and so that option was not available.
I began to wank his dick as I licked and sucked, squeezing his balls perhaps not as softly as he wished but not debilitatingly so. Phil began to shag my mouth with more earnest and I sensed he was close. I sucked my mouth tightly around his dick and when he thrust and held, I felt his spurts shoot down my throat as I sucked his cum and drained his balls.
I leant back and licked my lips, opening my mouth to show that all was gone, swallowed. He smiled at me. "Good blow job Mel," he said as he turned and went back to Mum snoozing on her bed in the other room.
I got up and put my robe on, I needed a cup of tea. I looked in on Mum and Phil. She was laying on her back, her legs apart. There was a dribble of white seeping from between her legs, courtesy of Uncle Phil I assumed. He was laying next to her on his stomach, his balls obscuring his dick from my perspective. They both seemed asleep. I went down and turned the kettle on to make a cuppa.
Curled up on the sofa I tuned into Bridgerton and began to binge watch, I had two series to catch up on, and I needed something to distract me from the shenanigans happening upstairs. My phone rang, it was Sharon. I took the call.
"Hey Shar," I said as I answered.
"Hey Mel, you okay, all cool there?"
"Yeah, all cool, so you saw your folks shagging? I mean was that like sick or what?"
"They were being so loud, I mean I think they forgot I was there you know?"
"Tell me."
"Oh?
"Yeah, my folks are noisy shaggers too."
