Masturbation the Fourth - a Finale

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British woman, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

There is no shagging in this story, if that is your need, may I suggest one of my many other stories that do contain shagging.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I met Helen in Hot Java, the coffee shop by the precinct, we ordered Mochas and a croissant and went and sat at the table by the window, the one that overlooks the street and we can watch the passers by. Sometimes we rate them, kiss, shag, avoid, that sort of thing. Sometimes we sit so that our crotch could be viewed by anyone caring to look, it gave us a thrill giving them a thrill.

"How are you getting on with your Dad?" I asked. Her Mum was away and she had said that she was going to try and shag her Dad whilst he was alone with her.

"I have walked around in knickers, I have accidentally rubbed against him, nothing, plus, I think I would be scared if he actually responded." Helen said looking down at her croissant."

"I have watched my Dad wank and it is hot, oh God is it ever hot, but I absolutely do not want him to shag me." I said, and it was true, I don't want his dick in my fanny.

"Oh wow, you watched him, how did that happen?" I hadn't admitted the last we met that I had seen dad wanking.

"Dad was in his room and the door was open. I had just been in the shower and I had the towel around me and I was walking back to my room and I looked through their open door."

"And, and, tell me."

"He was lying on his bed naked. His dick was sticking straight up, and he had his hand around it."

"What's it like? Is he circumcised? Is it big?"

"Oh, it is big enough, it certainly isn't small like Matthew Thompson, nor is it as big as Nelson Odogo, but then no one is as big as Nelson, he is a freak."

"Yeah, like Shirley Jones' tits."

"Ha yes, they are bloody enormous, those two should get together."

"God, imagine the babies they would have!"

We laughed and then I continued with my description of my Dad and his wanking, it wasn't exactly what had happened but was close enough.

"No, he isn't circumcised, and when he moved his hand down, his skin rolled away and I could see the inside sort of pop out, all purple and glistening."

"Wow, my Dad is the same, Chrissie said her Dad is circumcised."

"Yes, I haven't seen a real one like that, anyway, Dad was moving his hand up and down and he was going faster and faster. I realised Dad was looking at the doorway and must have seen me."

"Oh God, what did you do?"

"Nothing, I just stood and watched. It was only when he had finished that I realised my towel had fallen down."

"Oh my God, so he could see your foo foo and everything?"

"Yes. He just carried on, going faster and faster, my God, can't they move their hands fast when they wank?"

"Yeah, I can't ever do it fast enough for them," Helen said laughing.

"Me neither. Boys!" I answered. "Anyway, Dad was going at it hell for leather looking at me in his doorway, he knew I was watching him. He sort of rolled his head backwards and grunted and just held his dick hard down and stopped moving. It shot out of his dick, three times and then he gasped and kind of wanked slowly, almost like he was trying the squeeze the last paste out a tube of toothpaste if you know what I mean."

"Oh wow. How did you feel."

"Oh God it was hot. I was so turned on. I turned away to go to my bedroom and that is when I realised my towel was on the floor and I had been standing naked in front of my Dad."

"Were you embarrassed?"

"God no, I was even more turned on knowing that my Dad had seen me as a grown woman. I picked my towel up and rushed to my room, I needed to get my fingers on my nubbin and rub one out, I was almost gasping."

"Did it make you want to shag him; did you imagine him shagging you whilst you were rubbing?"

"Jesus, no, absolutely not. No. He is my Dad, I adored watching him do it to himself, but no way do I want to shag him, God, no."

"I am beginning to think the same about my Dad. Did your Dad say anything?"

"When I finished and opened my eyes, I realised Dad was in the doorway watching, his dick now hanging down. He caught my eye and smiled before turning away. No, he didn't say anything and neither did I. I decided that from then on, I would leave my bedroom door open and he could look at me or watch me all he liked."

We finished our coffees and croissants and it was time for me to get the bus home.

"I'll text you later," Helen said.

We kissed cheeks and I headed to the bus stop, it wasn't a long wait, and then not long after I was walking in through the front door. Mum was in the kitchen and I guessed Dad was upstairs.

"Hiya Mum," I said giving her a quick hug.

"Hello Melanie, how was town?"

"Okay, I met Helen in the coffee place, she was good."

"She is the one who was going to be left alone with her Dad, yes?"

"Yes, and she is at the moment, but she hasn't managed to get her Dad into bed, and she hasn't really got her heart in it I don't think."

"Probably for the best, once that particular line is crossed, you can't uncross it."

"No, and not one I plan on crossing. I don't mind touching him, but no way am I having his dick inside my fanny. That is, for me wrong, and I don't want to, but God, I do love watching him."

"Well, good, I think, I don't know, it is all a bit strange, let's be honest."

"I know Mum, well I am going up to get changed."

"Okay sweetheart." Mum turned and went back to prepping vegetables for tea.

I went upstairs, and into my room. I stripped and put my knickers in the laundry basket in the bathroom. I could hear a familiar sound coming from my parent's bedroom, Dad was obviously wanking again. I left him to it, he didn't need me as an audience, by the sounds of it he was doing very well by himself.

In my room I lay on the bed thinking about Helen and her Dad and thinking it would be cool to watch her Dad wank, see if he did it differently to my Dad. My fingers started stroking along my valley and found themselves gently pressing my nubbin. I gasped and closed my eyes, trying to imagine Helen's Dad naked, from what she said he must look pretty similar to my Dad.

In my mind's eye, Helen's Dad had my Dad's dick, but not the face or other details. I imagined he was stood over me, wanking hard, his hand flashing up and down, the slurpy sound of his foreskin sliding on his dick filling my ears. I pressed, I touched, I slid my fingers over it and my pleasures grew and flowed, I gasped.

I pressed my buttocks hard onto the mattress, forcing my buttocks together, tightening my crease, my focus on my nubbin, and not in my fanny. I did not want to touch my fanny, my focus was wanking not shagging. I partially opened my eyes, Dad was in my doorway. I hadn't been imagining the sounds of wanking; I had been hearing them.

As I stroked my clitoris my mental images of Helen's Dad dissipated and I found myself watching Dad. I pressed myself; I stroked myself, I gasped and I sighed and Dad stepped into my room and stood by my bed. My attention was on his dick, the end, the little hole appearing and disappearing, how shiny his dick was, how wet it looked.

My tensions were increasing, my thighs squeezed together, pleasures shooting out from my fanny, touching my nipples, my toes, my ears, and all the time I was watching the end of Dad's dick disappear into his foreskin and hearing the sounds of his wank, I was gasping and gulping.

Dad grunted and pulled his hand hard back and his dick erupted, three streams of his spunk, like small ropes, spurted from his dick and splashed over my boobs and my belly and my own pressures released and I screamed my orgasm, pressing hard against my clitoris, trying to eke out just one more bead of pleasure.

Dad smiled and turned, leaving me with his spunk all over me. I ran my fingers through it and spread it over me, and then put my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting Dad's spunk.

In the morning, I got a text from Helen asking if I wanted to go round and hang. It was a rainy day and hanging in town didn't appeal, the coffee shops would be heaving, and we would be dancing in and out of umbrellas between shops. I said yes and would be there around ten.

Mum said she was going to Grans and could drop me off which was perfect, saves me doing the umbrella shuffle with the bus. When I got to Helen's her Dad answered the door.

"Hello Mr B, she is expecting me," I said as I stepped in out of the rain, shaking and furling my umbrella.

"Hello Melanie, yes, she's upstairs, you know the way," he said as he stepped aside before shutting the door behind me. I slipped my coat and shoes off, hung my coat on the newel post and headed upstairs.

"Hello you," I said as I went into Helen's bedroom.

"Hi Mels," she replied.

She was laying on her front on her bed, her legs kicking up as she had been watching some reels on her phone.

"Anything new?"

"Not really, saw Dad again."

"Wanking?"

"Yeah."

She looked at me and then said, "I still don't get why that doesn't make you want to shag him, I mean, surely it makes your fanny tingle?"

"Oh God, no, but don't get me wrong. I love a shag, the better, the better, if you know what I mean, and watching my Dad have a wank is so sexy that my fanny more than tingles, but it does not make me want my Dad's dick inside me."

"Oh my God, when I watch my Dad wank all I want to do is feel it inside me, stretching me, filling me with his spunk, but I am too scared." Helen shivered as she spoke, was that in arousal, I wondered.

"My Dad spunked all over my boobs."

"What? What the fuck"

"What did you do?"

"Licked it up and ate it of course," I said.

"No, idiot, what did you do to get him to do that?"

"Oh, I was in my room and I felt horny, so I lay back on my bed and started jilling, you know, I had my eyes closed and in my imagination I could hear your Dad wanking. I half opened my eyes and saw Dad standing there wanking."

"My Dad?"

"Yeah, well, you know after our chat in the coffee shop he was on my mind," I answered.

"Cripes," she said, "go on then."

"So, anyway, as I half opened my eyes and saw my Dad, I smiled and carried on of course. Dad smiled back and moved into my room so he was stood by my bed."

"A real close up then?"

"Oh God yeah. Watching his end appear and disappear was incredible. I love to watch how his foreskin moves and goes back, it is incredible. I can't imagine how it must feel."

"I know, sometimes it is odd watching a dick, you know, not having one, so not knowing how it feels."

"I wouldn't want t dick though, I think a fanny top trumps a dick."

"One hundred percent."

"Anyway he was going faster and faster and the end of his dick looked like it was flashing purple, and her started to grunt and it spurted out, jet after jet of his white spunk. All over my boobs, filled my navel, and it tipped me over and I guess I screamed my orgasm. God it was hot."

"Oh shit, fuck, that is so red hot."

"You think so," Helen's Dad said. He startled us, we hadn't realised he was there.

"Bloody hell Dad," Helen said, "didn't know that you were listening."

"Well, you are both rather over dressed for things to go further," he said, looking us up and down. Helen was wearing a sundress, and I had a dress on too.

"And if we weren't?" I asked looking him directly in the eye. If he was trying to shock or embarrass us, it would take more than that.

"Well, if you weren't, I could perhaps give you a spectacle like that your Dad gave you."

"Oh." I said as I stood up and undid and dropped my dress, my bra and knickers followed and I got back on the bed and lay back, my boobs pointing at Helen's ceiling, my legs apart, my fanny facing her Dad.

Helen was pulling her sundress off, it was all she was wearing and soon we were both naked on her bed. Mr B pulled off his polo shirt and then pushed down his track suit bottoms. His dick was hanging down, I could see big veins up the side. As I looked at it his dick started to get hard and it began to point forwards.

I love watching a man's dick go from soft to hard, it is absolutely captivating. The way it moves from down to up, the way the skin moves back a little, the way the balls become pronounced. I wish I could watch it happen more often.

"One question?" He asked.

"Okay," we both said.

"Does anyone want to touch my dick first?"

"Not me," I said, that was not what I wanted, I wanted to see him wank it, not me touch it.

"Yes," Helen said and reached her hand forward.

His dick twitched when she touched it and then she wrapped her fingers around it and pushed his skin back, his purple end popping into view. Mr B closed his eyes and sighed, and then Helen pulled her hand forward, his foreskin once more covering his end. She pushed back again and then forward, wanking him slowly as he stood there.

"You can do it if you want," he said, "you know, make me cum."

Helen let go, "no, you do it," she said laying back next to me, "I want to watch you do it."

"Me too," I added.

He smiled and he moved his legs slightly apart. He put his right hand loosely on his dick, moving his hand up and down, yet leaving the foreskin unmoved, he was just touching himself. His balls danced beneath his dick, and then Mr B took a firm hold and began to wank properly.

At first he was quite slow, only marginally faster than Helen had been, yet his glans flashed in and out of view. To see his foreskin completely cover his glans was fascinating, how it looked all wrinkled at the end and then pulled all the way back, his end purple and glistening, almost made me want to taste him.

My fingers found their way between my legs, and I started to slide them up and down.

"No," Mr B said, "do each other, I want to see you do each other."

Oh. I had never done that with Helen. I tentatively reached over, and my fingers eased between her fanny lips and found her valley, hot and wet. I slid my fingers upwards and found her hard little clit, and gently rubbed it in circles. I gasped as Helen's finger found my nubbin and my pleasures began coursing through me.

I was watching Mr B wank himself, whilst I was wanking Helen, whilst Helen was wanking me. It was a three way. His hand was going faster and faster, "Oh Yes," he was gasping as he pumped his dick hard and fast. I was trying hard to be gently and only lightly touch Helen's clit, her touch a little heavy on mine, but still effective, I realised I was gulping in air.

My pressures were really building, I could feel little pulses of electricity as they danced around my groin, pleasures running throughout my body. Helen was beginning to gasp, and both of us had our eyes firmly fixed on Mr B's dick as his purple glans lashed in and out of view.

"Oh shit," he gasped as he pulled his dick back hard and streams of spunk shot out of his dick. I gasped and his first spurt landed across my mouth, his second across my boobs, and his third across Helen's fanny crease and navel.

He made a few slow moves to wring the last of his spunk from his dick and then looked at us.

"Spunky whores," he laughed. "I could do with a clean up."

Helen looked at me and then sat on the edge of the bed in front of her Dad. She opened her mouth, held his soft dick in her hand and sucked it into her mouth. I could see her tongue working as she licked and wiped his dick clean.

"Oh my," her Dad said, and I saw that his dick had got hard again. He began humping her mouth. Helen had her hand around his shaft and began to wank him as she sucked. As I watched, I licked my lips and found the spunk that had coated them, sucking it into my mouth as I used my fingers to wipe my boobs and suck them too.

"Oh fuck," her Dad gasped and he held his dick in her mouth, Helen made gurgling noises, and then he pulled away. "I'm off for a shower girls," he said as he left.

"He came down my throat, I could feel it going down, inside me." Helen said, her eyes wide.

"Oh my, how do you feel about shagging your Dad now? I mean he spunked down your throat, your fanny is only one step away."

"I know. No, for now, not in my fanny, the more I think about it, the wronger it seems."

"I know."

"Do you want me to finish you? With my fingers I mean, not my mouth?"

"No, unless you really want to, the moment has gone. What about you?"

"Same, the moment has gone. What did you think of my Dad's dick then, how does it compare to your Dad's?"

"Pretty similar, I think your Dad has a few more veins on it, but otherwise, looks pretty normal, and I love watching a man's dick get hard, it just drives me insane with desire to see it spurt."

"Wow, I never had that, next time, I shall watch more closely. Feeling it get hard in my mouth was something else though."

"I bet, although I am not ready for that."

I went to the bathroom and washed and then we went downstairs and had a cup of tea. We hugged and I grabbed my brolly, braved the showers and headed off to the bus stop to go home.

Mum was out again when I got home, Dad was sat in the kitchen drinking tea.

"How are you baby?" Dad asked.

"Oh I am fine Dad, thanks."

"And how was your friend, Helen is it?"

"She is fine Dad, in fact, she has just sucked her Dad and he squirted down her throat."

"Crumbs, that is one up on you then, I wonder if she has hand wanked her Dad like you did me?"

"I don't think so Dad."

"Would you, you know, consider using your mouth?"

"My only line that cannot be crossed concerns my fanny. I will not fuck you Dad."

"So, a blow job isn't out of the question."

"If it comes to it, then okay, but it would have to just happen Dad."

"Okay sweetheart."

I left him to it and went upstairs. Although I had washed after Mr B spunked all over me, I still wanted a shower. I stripped off in my bedroom and then crossed the landing to the bathroom and showered. I was standing in my all together drying myself when I heard Dad go into his room.

I wandered back to my bedroom and lay naked on my bed for a moment or two. I was going to touch myself, or anything, I just wanted to lay quietly before I got dressed. I could hear Dad. The sound of his hand as it slapped against his skin, the slurp noise his foreskin made as he rushed it across his shaft. I smiled, I was glad that he could perform so often. From what I read, as men got old, they often couldn't even get hard, never mind cum.

I lay back and my eyes closed, my mind slipped into fantasy as I imagined Dad's dick pumping my mouth, the way Mr B had humped Helen. It hadn't seemed hot at the time, but now, as I lay half asleep I found my fanny getting all slushy and a finger slipping between my lips confirmed how wet I was.

I opened my eyes and Dad was stood in my doorway, his dick red from his ministrations hanging down between his legs. I licked my lips as I looked at his dick. Dad came and stood by my bed, his dick within reach, I could not resist. I rolled over, sat up facing him and held his dick in my hand. I lifted it, it felt heavy as I wrapped my mouth around it.

I sat still for a moment and then pressed my tongue into the folds of his foreskin at the end of his dick. His dick pulsed and I felt it get hard in my mouth and I almost climaxed there and then, his wonderful soft flesh getting hard because of me. And was it ever getting hard, it had felt like a banana when I put it in my mouth, and now it was like having a rolling pin resting on my tongue.

I was going to ease my mouth back and forth when Dad simply started fucking my mouth, oh my God, did I want this? Was this just one step away from letting him fuck my fanny? His dick slid across my tongue, passing my tonsils, surprising me how far down my throat it could go.