A fantasy about Claire coming of age and dealing with her newfound urges. Set in the 1970s when life was so very different from today. Inspired by real-life experiences, and for re-imagined for your pleasure.

— X-

The memory is still just as vivid as if it happened only yesterday: the day I sensed subtle changes in my body, strange feelings that lay dormant until experiencing an unexpected hard object pressing against my crotch as my brother wrestled me on the floor one summer day. It was something we had done countless times before; only I had never felt the hard lump previously. I wondered what on earth the sizeable alien object could be as my loins tingled in response to the rigid invader.

“Get off me, you twat. Grrrr,” I yelled.

My obnoxious sixteen-year-old brother, who was a year younger than me, would often jump me from behind when I was least expecting it; we'd forcibly wrestle each other, typically on the living room floor, while our parents tried to ignore us. The bouts got pretty heated, almost violent, pinning each other on the floor with full force, holding nothing back. For me, it was a perfect opportunity to vent my frustrations; I'm sure he felt the same way. Generally I was the sweaty victor; being heavier, I was able to hold Jason's head between my chunky thighs until he tapped out.

It was Saturday evening. Dad was buried in his newspaper as usual, while Mum was in the kitchen preparing food. We wrestled on the floor and the sofa, each attempting to gain the upper hand. I wasn’t what you’d call a pretty girl; I had bright ginger hair with a very plain, nerdy, freckled face and a gap between my front teeth. I was short and just a little on the chubby side, having to wear horrible blue NHS subscription spectacles. It goes without saying I was teased constantly at school with names like 'four eyes' or 'cow' since I had much larger udders than any of the other girls.

“Dad, tell her to get off.” Jason yelled with his head pressed to the floor by my foot.

The newspaper rustled as he turned the page, disregarding Jason's plea for mercy; he was not getting involved. Jason wriggled free and managed to pin my arms to the floor as his full weight fell on my body, squashed against my tits. I immediately went limp; I'd never felt anything quite like this before. Something quickly became hard and lengthy, trapped between us and pressed against my panty-clad pussy. Jason had a curious look in his eyes which I had never seen before; the wrath had vanished, and there was a sparkle of something else – something devious.

Instantly it made me feel dirty, but I had no idea why. My nipples stiffened, and my tummy tingled deep inside; there was a pleasing sensation at the top of my slit. Jason relaxed his grip slightly, enough for me to flip him and spin my body, grabbing him in a headlock. I could see a bulge in his jeans. He eventually tapped out. After that I returned to my room, trying to process what had just happened; my pussy was buzzing, it felt hot, and it seemed to need to be touched. I struggled to understand what was happening to my body.

As kids in the 1970s, we knew nothing about sex; it was a different world entirely. There wasn’t internet or mobile phones, and we were mostly oblivious to sex; our parents and teachers had never taught us about the birds and bees, and we were too naive to be interested. At least until now. I sat in my room; my body was more alive than it had ever felt. My nipples were so erect they ached to be touched. I took off my t-shirt to examine them; they stuck out like American hard gums, thick and bulbous, just as they would when I was cold, but now they felt very different. I brushed a finger across one, gasping aloud at the sensation; it felt amazing, and then with both hands, I softly caressed the sensitive teats, which made me even hotter between my thighs.

The tingling between my legs was electric; the heat radiated like our fireplace on a cold winter's night. Curious, I slid my hand inside the panties. I gasped again; my pussy was really warm and slimy. I was worried something was wrong and took my hand away to examine my fingers; they glistened. I don’t know why, but I sniffed them, wondering what could be oozing from my body. My pussy was throbbing. I reinserted my fingers, and when I brushed past my now engorged clit, I shuddered. It was extremely sensitive; the slightest touch caused my back to arch, I became wetter, my panties were now soaked, and I had no idea what was going on with my body. It felt good to touch myself, but I was concerned it was wrong and improper to do such a ‘dirty’ thing, so I stopped and lost myself in the most recent issue of Bunty, my favourite comic.

— X-

A few days later, it was a milestone birthday, old enough to have sex but not drink, which I thought odd. I had raced home from high school, eager to open my presents. When I arrived, Mum was preparing supper; I had to wait another torturous hour for Dad to get home from work before I could open my presents. Finally, with trembling fingers, I slowly removed the wrapping paper to reveal a Barbie doll and various interchangeable outfits. I was probably too old for dolls, but I didn't object; I always had a secret infatuation with Barbie and had wanted one for years.

"A BARBIE... You're the best, Dad." I jumped onto his lap, put my arms around his neck, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Happy eighteenth, sweetie. Don't forget to thank your mother.”

I sat on his knee, posing my new doll while Dad watched Bob Wellings present Nationwide on the television. I paused momentarily; there it was again. Something was becoming extremely firm beneath me, pressing against my buttock; it felt hot and hard, though not as long as the thing Jason had crushed against my mound. Oddly, being engrossed in Barbie, I didn't think much of it at the time, despite the fact it was rock-hard, uncomfortable and stabbing my buttock cheek.

Dad was growing agitated, trying to manoeuvre underneath me so I was sitting further back on his lap so his erection wasn’t pressing against me. Looking down, I noticed the straining bulge in his trousers, which caused my nipples to harden. When I looked up from the bulging lump, his face flushed scarlet as our eyes met.

Oh good god, her snatch is burning hot; I bet she is so tight… She really has developed some impressive tits, just like her mother with those big, hard nipples. Fuck no, not now… SHIT, SHIT… God, I am so hard. Focus on the television. Get your mind out of the gutter for FUCK’S SAKE, MAN.

I could see the look of concentration on Dad’s face as his mind raced. I had no idea he was thinking about sliding his hard cock into my tight pussy. I just thought he was enjoying watching me play with my Barbie.

“Sorry, Claire, I need the loo.” Dad scurried off, clutching the newspaper in front of him, concealing his predicament from Mum and Jason.

— X-

Later that night, at around eleven, I heard unusual noises coming from my parents' room. I was generally sound asleep by ten; a bomb could explode, and I wouldn’t stir, but my thoughts spiralled, keeping me awake. Why had Dad been so hard? What was inside his pants? Why was Jason's bulge bigger, and why did my body react so strangely? A thousand questions raced through my mind, keeping me awake. Soft gasps and deep breathing broke the calm of the night; bedsprings creaked with a muffled, constant rhythm. My curiosity was piqued; I got out of bed and put on a t-shirt. I always slept naked, despising being tangled up and hot in the cheap viscose nightgowns Mum bought me.

As inconspicuously as a mouse, I slipped into the dark hall; luckily, my parents' room was situated opposite mine. The unfamiliar noises became louder as I pushed my ear against their bedroom door. I could hear my mother moaning softly and grunting as though she were digging out a tough root in the garden. Dad breathed heavily between muffled words; the bed creaked more loudly as they shifted positions. Unable to restrain my curiosity any longer, desperate to see what on earth was happening. My trembling hand clasped the doorknob; I held my breath. Then gingerly I turned the handle and slowly eased the door ajar, just a fraction, leaving only the tiniest of spaces to peer inside.

“Ohhh… Yes… Like that.” Dad cooed as Mum licked and sucked on his cock.

How does that fit in his trousers? Wow, that looks so big.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it, mesmerised by its size and the way Mum seemed to be worshipping it, slobbering up and down the length, licking and sucking the shaft and balls like they were the tastiest lollipop in the world. Thick veins snaked along the length of his pole; a bulbous helmet appeared and then was covered by his foreskin as Mum jerked him with slow, deliberate strokes. I felt a wave of emotions consume me; in that moment I wanted what Mum had, and my pussy flooded. I knew I shouldn't be watching, but I just couldn’t pull myself away.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered? Did Claire give you a stiffy again?” Mum sat up and straddled him. She had noticed the bulge in his trousers earlier as he scurried off.

Dad was resting on his back, with a big, long, rock-hard cock between his legs. I couldn't believe what I saw next. Mum mounted him, guiding his rod inside her open pussy; enthralled, I witnessed his glistening cock slide in and out of her. I was watching my parents fucking. As their movement accelerated, Mum's head dropped back, and she yelled out, her core quivering. Dad bucked harder and eventually stopped abruptly, gripping her arse cheeks tightly.

“Fuck, that was good, babe.” He panted.

What the fuck is that stuff?

As she slid off I saw white goo drip from her opening. Not wanting to be discovered, I cautiously closed the door and turned. I almost shrieked with the shock. Jason had been standing silently behind me, wearing only his Y-front pants, the tip of his erection protruding above the waistband. I'd been caught red-handed spying on my parents having sex by my brother. The shock gave me a sudden urge to pee; silently I pushed past him and with haste sped down the hall to the bathroom.

That night, I spent hours stroking my body to the image of my parents having sex. Yes, it was taboo, but it was also an exceptionally exciting thing to observe for the first time, spying on their most intimate moments. Seeing them helped me to grasp what sex actually meant and why boys and girls were different. Every time I thought of Dad’s erect shaft pointing up in the air or sliding in and out of Mum’s wet pussy, I became wetter. My fingers naturally circled my engorged clit, and I came for the first time as I recalled the sensation of Dad and Jason pressing their hard erections against my mound.

There was no shame or guilt, only a desire for more of my newfound pleasures. I spent most of the night sliding my fingers back and forth and deep within my soaked hole, pretending it was Dad and then Jason penetrating me, taking turns to fuck my pussy; my hymen, already split from years of horseback riding, allowed me deep finger access. My orgasms became more pleasurable and more intense as the night wore on, but not earth-shattering like Mum’s had been; however, I didn’t have to wait long to discover the heady heights of a truly huge orgasm that would rock me to my core and send me to cloud nine.

— X-

The next morning I felt a little unsettled over breakfast; I had a shameful secret, and I was certain looking at Mum or Dad directly in the eyes would give me away. My cheeks flushed as Mum turned; I had never really noticed her body before, her 38-Double-D tits straining against the fabric of her nightie, swaying gently with each movement. Stiff nipples protruded, drawing my attention, remembering how they flung around furiously while Dad fucked her. The outline of her hourglass figure was silhouetted in the light from the window; through the thin nylon fabric, I could see the gap between her thighs and the labia that dangled like tiny beef curtains.

I was apprehensive of Jason; he had an evil glimmer in his eye, the kind he gets when he's going to turn on me for whatever reason. Quickly I narrowed my eyes at him as if to warn him not to mess with me or say a word about last night. Thankfully Dad had wolfed down the last of his toast and run out the door late for work before Jason got the opportunity to say anything.

“Come along, guys; you’ll be late for school if you keep dilly-dallying around.” Mum was glowing with a big smile on her face, and I knew why.

When I got home from school that afternoon, I found a note on the kitchen table: Mum had gone shopping. Jason was sitting in the living room, watching 'Wacky Racers’ as usual; he didn't say anything as I passed by, purposefully slowing to obscure his view of the television. He just huffed and shifted his head, but I was determined to agitate him; I wanted him to wrestle me and feel him over me pressing against my body, curious if he’d respond with another erection. I was already wet, as I imagined the sensation of it squashed against my soft mound.

The devil in me reached over to the television and clicked the power button off. Immediately, Jason sprang to his feet, launching his body across the room at mine. We tussled and collapsed against the sofa, panting. I felt his hands groping my tits; he'd never done that before, but he tried to make out it was just part of the wrestling match. I allowed him to pin me to the floor, waiting to see if his manhood would harden as he lay on top between my legs. My school skirt was hitched up around my waist, and my white cotton briefs had ridden up between my ass cheeks. I was soaking wet.

“Give up?” Jason sounded victorious.

“Not on your life, you loser”,

Please get hard; press your cock against me. I want to feel it so badly.

I wriggled as if trying to escape, grinding my pussy against his crotch; deep down I knew it was wrong, but it felt so fucking amazing. The gusset of my underwear was now saturated as I felt his cock respond; my heart pounded as a tingling between my legs grew to a violent throbbing as my clit swelled. Within seconds his cock was stiff. I tussled, pretending to free myself, as my slit pressed right against his rock-hard pole; my nipples ached, desperate to be squeezed and pinched. I felt intoxicated, high on a wave of sexual discovery.

“What were you doing last night, spying on Mum and Dad?” Jason narrowed his eyes as he pressed his cock harder against me, moving its length across my mound, copying the motion of Dad as he entered Mum.

“I could ask you the same question: why were YOU in the hall?” I felt a warming as his cock grew even bigger.

My god, that feels so amazing.

I wriggled again, this time using all of my power to roll Jason over so that I was sitting on top of him, which, in hindsight, wasn’t the best of ideas. The pressure of my clit pressing on his cock and the sensation of his wriggling to break free, coupled with the vision of Mum riding Dad in the same position, was enough to trigger an orgasm. I went limp and trembled as the waves swept through my body. Jason glanced at me in disbelief, possibly believing I was having some kind of seizure. I flopped down on his chest, flattening my enormous tits on his chest as I recovered, gasping for air.

After a minute of an awkward silence, Jason shoved me off. I lay on the floor, legs akimbo, abandoned like a rag doll. As he stood. Jason saw my transparent white cotton pants pulled to one side, exposing part of my labia. I watched him as he stared at my bald fanny, which was clearly visible and soaking wet. The tent in his trousers was quite spectacular and clearly much larger than Dad’s cock. I could tell he wanted more; there was a fire in his eyes. I parted my legs wide, teasing him.

Do it… stick that big cock in my hole… I want it so bad… fuck me like Dad fucked Mum.

“Hey, kids”, Mum called out as the front door opened, causing a moment of panic.

Immediately I jumped to my feet, found my glasses, put them on, and flopped down on the sofa, fixing my hair frantically, attempting to appear as normal as a guilty teenager could. Jason sat back and elevated his legs to conceal his bulge; a few seconds later, Mum appeared, looking cheerful as always. She sat with us for a while until the cartoon concluded and then got up to unpack the shopping and start to prepare supper. I am quite sure she noticed my erect nipples and Jason’s bulge as her nipples hardened without explanation.

“So why were YOU in the hall last night? YOU wanted to peek as well, didn't you?” Jason was always snide and cutting, but he always underestimated my resolve.

There was a long pause. “Okay, I’ve been watching Mum and Dad fucking for a while; I wasn’t expecting YOU to be there too.” Jason looked sheepish down at his erection.

“Fucking pervert!” His random confession surprised me, and then instantly I felt jealous.

It was not something I had contemplated; after seeing them having sex once, I was satisfied, but Jason had just planted the seeds of doubt in my mind; I felt my pussy overflow at the prospect of spying on them again. It was fascinating to watch your parents engage in such a primal way; it was risky and extremely taboo, but I wondered what else I could learn. I had already witnessed greedy cock-sucking and Mum riding on top of Dad, but was there more to sex than that?

— X-

The next evening I was determined to see if I could get Dad worked up again; I assumed from Mum’s comment their night of passion had been prompted by me stirring his manhood while sitting quite innocently on his lap. My coy behaviour had turned Dad on enough to seek satisfaction deep inside Mum's hole. I was convinced I could arouse him again and encourage more sexual activity for my viewing pleasure.

“Bet I can get them to do it again tonight.” Jason looked at me with a big smile.

After dinner, we relaxed and watched 'Ask the Family'. I crawled onto Dad's lap again. Mum didn't think much of it because it was a relatively common occurrence; however, his erection was a new experience for me. I placed my lap firmly on his; already wet, I made sure my scorching-hot slit was lowered squarely onto his groin. I could feel his cock starting to respond as I fidgeted innocently on his lap, secretly grinding my pussy on his rapidly hardening lump. I could feel his shaft growing; it felt delightful as it probed right against my pussy lips. Dad was getting agitated again. My pussy felt so fantastic, and I didn't want him to find another excuse to get up.

“This is nice, Daddy. I don’t get much ‘me’ time with you these days.” Mum looked over and smiled sweetly at us. Oblivious to the raging hard-on that was parting my pussy lips.

“Enjoy it while it lasts, dear.”

And with that, Dad began to relax. I felt the tension in his body ease; his secret was safe. Every now and then, I'd shift on his lap, looking for the optimal position where his shaft would line up perfectly with my throbbing clit. He flexed his meat repeatedly, driving me to the verge of an orgasm. Clutching his wrist hard as I leant back, relieving the pressure on my clit, trying to control my heaving chest. It was an extremely close call.

Dad smiled knowingly as I moved from his lap to the sofa; to my astonishment, there was a damp patch on his trousers. I quickly snuggled up on my side and placed my head in his lap, hoping Mum hadn't noticed. His hard cock was now pressed into my cheek; I was so desperate to release it and take him in my mouth, just as Mum had done; he really seemed to enjoy her feasting wildly on it.

— X-

The teasing had paid off; that night, around eleven, sounds of their sex filled the night air, bolder, wilder and louder. As before, I sneaked silently into the hall, wearing only a t-shirt; slowly, I opened their bedroom door just enough to glance inside. Mum was on her back with Dad's head between her thighs, lapping at her pussy; it drove her crazy. I was so immersed that I didn't hear Jason arrive. I felt his cock press between my bare buttocks; I nearly gasped out loud with the sudden assault. Thankfully, I was able to contain my shock for fear of being caught.

Turning around, I noticed he was wearing his white cotton Y-fronts again, but this time his cock was protruding right out of the Y. I nearly shrieked at the sight of his magnificently large penis, considerably longer than Dad’s but not as thick. I watched as it bobbed up and down as it filled with blood until it stood totally rigid, pointing to the ceiling.

“LET ME SEE,” pointing to the gap in the door, he mouthed the words silently.

I stepped back so he could watch our parents making love and took a moment to appreciate his mighty erection and a bloated helmet which was bulging under the tight-fitting foreskin. Mum's moans penetrated my ears, turning me on even more. I wanted to experience what it was like to have my own pussy licked and sucked by a ravenous mouth. I was so aroused I couldn't resist reaching out and taking Jason's cock in my hand. He jumped with surprise as my hand closed around the warm, plump rod of iron.

He turned and mouthed the words. “WHAT THE FUCK!” But made no attempt to stop me.

His cock was heavy in my palm and felt wondrous as I stroked it back and forth, just like Mum did with Dad. Jason shifted his hips away from the door slightly, allowing me better access. I sank to my knees and lapped with my tongue all the way up its length, from the balls to the tip. Putting my mouth directly over his helmet, I rolled back his foreskin, then went down and sucked him for a while. I could hear Dad was now fucking Mum, her tits slapping against each other as he pounded her. Reluctantly I left Jason's cock, eager to watch, pulling Jason back from the door.

“My turn.” I whispered in his ear.

As I watched Mum being taken doggy-style, the sight of her tits flying around really aroused me; I felt Jason’s hands kneading my chubby ass cheeks. I opened my legs to offer him easier access, expecting he'd finger my aching pussy; instead, I felt his engorged cock slide between my thighs, pressing against my naked slit. My legs almost gave out, and I panicked. The touch of flesh on flesh was so overpowering that I could feel an orgasm welling. I pushed him away, afraid I'd cry out uncontrollably and alert our parents.

Before I could flee, Jason pulled me back from the door, placed his palm on the top of my head and pushed me downward, indicating that he wanted me to suck his cock again while he watched the live sex performance. I set to work, copying what I had learnt the night before, twisting my hands as I bobbed back and forth, attempting to get as much as possible deep down my throat; my pussy was gushing. I found the entire experience unbelievably heated. I revelled in sucking his shaft and tasting the pre-cum as it oozed from the tip.

Suddenly, Jason pushed me away; to my disappointment, from the look on his face, it was clear he was ready to ejaculate. I pulled Jason away from the door so I could watch the hot fucking again. Mum lay on her back as Dad drove home between her legs; they kissed passionately as his arse bounced up and down until he came inside her. I’d seen enough and was desperate for my own release. I left Jason stroking his shaft as he watched Dad go down on Mum’s pussy to feast on the creampie. I spent the remainder of the night in a masturbation marathon, edging from one climax to the next until finally falling asleep.

— X-

From that night forward, sex consumed my every waking moment; all I could think about was satisfying the unquenchable urge between my legs for friction. In classes, I daydreamed about sex, and during break, I masturbated in the toilets. I desperately wanted to be fucked, to feel a hard cock in my pussy, ramming several fingers into my hole; my muffled moans echoed off the tiled toilet walls. I wanted the same thrill as Mum had while Dad took her over and over with relentless thrusts. I wanted to feel my tits swinging around as a hard cock blasted in and out of my wet pussy.

“What have you been up to in the loo, four eyes, crying coz your so ugly?” Sue was the worst bully. She slapped my tits hard.

Wow, that felt insanely good; my nipples are so hard.

“Please…Don’t…I…”

"Nobody in their right mind would want to date a cow like you.” Another slap across my tits caused my nipples to ache with pleasure; I felt my clit throb as a shiver ran down my spine.

From nowhere, a surge of power grew inside me, partly encouraged by how good my tits felt. Sue was finally going to get what she deserved; she had pushed me to my limit for too long. I was done being her victim. Yes, she was taller and more athletic and prettier than me, but I managed to push her backward with all my strength, and pinned her shoulders to the wall, she looked shocked.

“How many cocks have you had? I’ve fucked plenty; one was nine inches. I bet you can’t beat that, you skinny bitch. Guys love my big tits; you’re just a jealous virgin with tiny shit tits.” I knew it was a lie, but I felt good.

Sue knocked my arms away. “Fuck off, whore.” She sneered as she marched off knowing she was defeated.

“Virgin". I screamed back so all the girls around could hear.

Without realising it, I had just become the centre of attention at school; the rumours ran rife like wild fire, by the afternoon break, I was initially confused why several girls, mostly the ones who’d been cruel to me had surrounded me in the yard and were being especially nice.

“Is it true?” One girl asked anxiously.

“What… is what true?” I’d forgotten all about my rage with Sue and how I’d been overheard bragging.

Another giggled. “You know… fucked a huge cock; what’s it like?” The girls moved in closer as if I were about to share a secret with them.

I was stunned for a moment, caught in my own lie; still technically a virgin, even though I had two cocks press against my mound, I had no real experience to call from. One girl must have sensed my wide-eyed laboured response. As I wondered how to reply

“She’s a liar; who’d fuck her?”

“No, I am not, and I can prove it. Which one of you wants to see my boyfriend’s huge cock? " Shit, what was I thinking? I didn’t even have a boyfriend.

There was a stunned silence; presented with the harsh reality of an offer to see a real penis, they were now not so brave in coming forward. I breathed a sigh of relief, thanking my lucky stars, but the relief was short-lived. Sue stepped into the huddle.

“I want to see his cock.” She smirked. “Who knows your boyfriend might even prefer me?” The girls collectively oohhed; it was a low blow.

“Okay, creep, you’re on.” I pushed past the gaggle and stomped off annoyed with myself for being so stupid.

On the bus back from school I mulled over my options; fortunately, it was Friday, so I didn’t need to worry about Sue for a few days.

— X-

Saturday mornings were generally a lazy, informal affair; Dad and I were usually up early, but Mum would frequently sleep in until well past ten o'clock. I'd generally settle down and watch 'Swap Shop' while Dad read the newspapers in his pyjamas. That morning I put on a long pink T-shirt that just about covered my ass; I decided to dispense with panties. I’d often lie on the floor when watching television, resting on my elbows with my hands cupping my face.

I kept things cool as if it were any other ordinary Saturday; my slit was already dripping as I knew this was no ordinary Saturday as I took up position on the floor. Making sure my legs were parted and that Dad had a clear view of my pussy lips. I noticed in the window reflection that he stole the occasional glance as he turned the pages of his newspaper. Feeling brave, I parted my legs a little further; the cool air lapped at my burning lips. He looked for much longer between page turns this time.

Slowly, don’t rush it, let him get hard. I bet he loves the view.

My next move would be a game-changer; either Dad would freak out and punish me, or he'd join the ride and keep the secret between us. I waited for him to finish reading his newspapers before springing into action. I bent my arse in the air and got up slowly, whining about my arms being numb, ensuring he had a good view of my wet crotch. As I approached him, I noticed he was already erect; Dad wasn't aware, but the head of his cock was poking out his fly, clearly visible through the front opening of his pyjama bottoms.

“A little me time?” I flirted with my swollen nipples poking at the fabric of my T-shirt.

What is she doing to me? I suppose just a few minutes won’t harm; I’ll just keep her away from my cock.

Dad didn’t reply, just moved his arms to make space for me. Carefully I lowered my buttocks, making sure my exposed flesh was directly over his cock. I felt the tip right against my slit; it was sublime with no barriers between our skin. My clit twitched; my wetness covered his shaft as it pressed at my mound. He sighed softly as the heat from my pussy baked against his shaft. My heart was racing; his hardness felt heavenly against me pussy, but it wasn't enough. I needed more.

Oh fuck, she is soaking. She knows what she’s doing, acting all innocent, trying to slide onto my cock. STOP! PUSH HER OFF. You're her father; what are you thinking? She must be so tight… FUCK,

Dad’s head was tipped back with his eyes closed. Probably praying to God for me to stop, but I wanted penetration, and he was the only person who could give me that in my hour of need. I wanted his meaty shaft; I was dying to know how it felt to have a cock inside of me. Mum certainly enjoyed it. I shifted back on his lap and wriggled until I felt the head of his cock probing at my slit, stretching the outer lips wide. A shiver of rapture engulfed me. I was ready to be entered; it was all I wanted from the first moment I watched him fucking Mum.

“CLAIRE! "I sensed he was about to object or say something I didn’t want to hear as his hand pushed at my hips.

My whole body was on fire, my clit throbbing on the head of his shaft as my juices streamed over it. All I could think about was a cock stuffing me full. Shifting again, I misjudged the length of his shaft; it was too late. Rather than easing down gradually, I slipped, and with one painful plunge, his entire cock rammed all the way into me, balls deep. The pain was excruciating but also pleasurable to a lesser degree as he split my tight hole with his thick meat, stretching me so wide. I wailed, but he swiftly cupped my mouth.

“Holy fuck!” I sobbed, my face buried in his neck, neither of us knowing what to do next.

We sat motionless; the immediate pain from the surprise impaling slowly subsided, my pussy muscles started to relax, and I began to feel more at ease with his firm cock stretching me open. Just then, Jason walked into the room like a zombie, scratching his head, yawning and looking half-dead. Dad immediately tensed. To the casual spectator, we appeared to be watching television together, though my cheeks were flushed. Dad could push me off as it would expose him and Jason had no clue his father's cock was buried to the hilt inside my soaking pussy.

“Hey.” Is all he said as Jason sat.

He has no clue I have Dad’s cock right up me; I think I am going to cum.

We remained coupled but stayed motionless, not giving the game away, but I was so desperate for him to slide back and forth and fuck me. Eventually Dad's cock slowly wilted and slipped out of me, leaving a gaping void. When Jason left for the kitchen, I slid off Dad’s lap; he tucked his cock away as I kissed him tenderly on the cheek, feeling elated to have finally experienced my first cock, and I knew I wanted more.

“Thanks for making me a woman, Daddy.” He just smiled blankly and picked up his newspaper, wondering what had just happened.

After 'Swap Shop' ended, I returned to my room for a long masturbation session. I rammed a good-sized carrot into my hole. In desperation I’d taken it from the kitchen. That’s when I discovered the spot deep inside my pussy which triggered the first intense orgasm of my life. I shivered in a cold sweat as wave after wave shot through my entire body, even squirting a small gush as I pulled the carrot from my folds. After so many orgasms, I dozed off completely satisfied.

When I awoke, my pussy was still tingling, begging to be touched; I was a little tender from the frantic carrot thrusting but wanted more. All I could think about was sex and how good it made me feel. I'm not sure what made me do it, but I decided to put the carrot back inside my pussy, holding it in place with my panties before returning downstairs and going about my day. But I overlooked the amount of pleasure being stuffed full would bring. During my masturbation sessions I found I am multi-orgasmic and cum easily, in a series of lesser orgasms that build to a crescendo. Like the conductor of Ravel's Bolero, who leads portions of the orchestra with hypnotic, relentless grace into a mind-blowing cacophony at the finale.

“Hello, Mum. Did you sleep well?” I knew she had after the fucking she’d received from Dad.

As I sat, the carrot was forced home fully, making me gasp. I hadn’t noticed several inches had slipped into the gusset of my panties. It seemed strange sitting on the couch with a fat carrot lodged inside my pussy, my own dirty little secret, imagining it was Dad's cock up there. To my relief, he was acting routinely after our earlier encounter as if it had never happened. My mind drifted once more to the vivid image of my parents fucking as I sucked Jason’s cock.

Jason’s cock is so long; I love how good it felt in my mouth. I need him to fuck me.

That’s when I began to question my foolish decision. Why in God's name had I thought inserting a carrot and sitting in a room with the rest of my family was a smart idea? I could feel my vaginal muscles clamping and squeezing, and my clit throbbed with the slightest of movement, which only served to heighten the sensation as the vegetable dug deep at my womb. Mum glanced over at me, smiling with a puzzled look on her face, sensing something wasn’t quite right.

“Everything alright?”

I sensed an orgasm building; stupidly, I moved, trying to ease the pressure on my womb, which was blissful, but the carrot hit my deep spot. I managed to dash out of the room and get up the first few steps towards my room before my muscles tightened; without my panties on, the carrot would have been catapulted across the hallway. I cupped a hand over my mound, pushing the carrot back inside; the pleasure forced me to my knees. Grabbing the bannisters to steady myself, I started convulsing in a heaped ball as I came violently, trying to stay silent.

“Everything all right, sweetie?” Mum called out, hearing some gurgled grunts.

“Ahh… eerrrr… Just stubbed my toe,” I lied, relieved nobody came to my assistance.

— X-

That night, much to my disappointment, there was no activity in my parents' bedroom. I glanced at the clock; it was almost midnight. My bedside lamp was on as I enjoyed watching myself masturbate in the mirror, pretending I was performing on stage for men to jack off to as they watched. With my legs wide apart and several fingers hammering in and out of my pussy, the door quietly opened, and in walked Jason, absolutely nude, his rock-hard cock leading the way. I continued masturbating; I liked how he watched me, eyes focused totally on my pussy and wobbling tits. I nearly came on the spot.

“Want to suck my cock?” He waved it at me, drawing my eyes to it.

“Only if you lick my pussy.”

“Budge over… Now you get on top… No, the other way around.” I straddled his face and lowered my head to his cock as his tongue slipped in my slit.

“Oh my god, that feels so good.”

I could feel his warm breath teasing at my mound, followed by a beautiful sensation as his tongue drove into my hole and wiggled. His technique was flawless; he knew precisely where to lick, suck, and nibble. He drove me insane as his tongue slid back and forth between my anus and pussy. He inserted a finger deep into my ass; there was no resistance. When paired with the sucking of my clit, it was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. I bucked against his fingers as he fucked two in my arse and two in my pussy at the same time.

“Jesus, Jason, that is so fucking good; don’t stop.”

“Suck my cock.” Came the muffled reply.

A fresh wave of desire gripped me as I feasted feverishly on his cock, imagining Dad fucking me from behind as I sucked Jason off. Lost in a sea of bliss, gobbling his massive pole, I was in a state of euphoria. Then out of the corner of my eye in the mirror, I saw the bedroom door open; it was Mum. I was completely unaware, but one of her rituals when getting up for a wee in the middle of the night was to check in on me, a motherly duty, taking comfort from her innocent, sleeping daughter. But tonight would change her view of me forever.

She stood open-mouthed, eyes wide, in her transparent pink nightgown. I was too far gone to care and carried on sucking the huge cock in front of me. Mum seemed frozen, almost as if she were in two minds about what to do. A fresh burst of juice poured from my pussy into Jason’s mouth as she watched us. Jason lapped it right up with great enthusiasm.

“Ohh… Yes… Don’t stop… I… Com… Ahhh!” Mum watched as I tensed.

“Me too, suck it, don’t stop.”

Having an audience really turned me on; being seen in the most intimate of moments caused the floodgates to open. A deep thrust of Jason’s finger into me as I took a throatful of his cock sent me spiralling. I begged him to carry on between each thrust of his cock down my throat. I stroked him faster; he seemed to like that. As I came, a small jet of spunk shot into the back of my mouth; instinctively, I swallowed the sweet nectar. He was rigid as if holding back.

The door was now closed; Mum had disappeared without a word. I carried on sucking and licking his helmet, which drove him wild; his cock stayed hard as he moaned. I loved sucking it, and I carried on as he licked and fingered me. I wanted more; I came again but wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

A massive blast of spunk shot from his tip and splattered across my cheek; he cried out for my mouth. I encased his helmet just as another blast shot to the back of my throat, hot and sweet, and then another. Too much to cope with, I swallowed his cum. I could feel another orgasm fast approaching. God, I loved sucking cock and feeling the cum in my mouth; it always makes me so horny. I wish Mum had seen how I slurped up every drop. The sight of his huge cock must have aroused her.

Coming back to earth, we lay naked together on the bed, gently tracing our fingers over each other’s bodies, exploring. Jason paid extra attention to my nipples, which I liked, as I toyed with his cock, trying unsuccessfully to bring it back to life. Even though I had Dad's cock enter me, it wasn’t the same as sex. I wanted to be fucked doggy style, just like Mum. I remember how she clawed at the sheets, groaning as her tits slapped together; it was primal desire, and I wanted it too.

“You can fuck me if you want to; I’d like that.”

“But you’re not on the pill; you’ll get pregnant.”

The penny suddenly dropped; the cum I’d swallowed was the thing needed to make babies. It was the missing piece of the jigsaw that fell into place; my sex education was now complete. I certainly didn’t want to get pregnant. Suddenly I froze, panic-stricken. I nearly broke out in tears; I’d just swallowed a huge load of cum.

What was I to do? I’d get pregnant for sure.

“But… You already came in me; what if I get pregnant?”

“You can’t get pregnant like that! It needs to be inside your pussy, not your mouth. Dad told me to be careful with girls, saying I need to wear a condom or, in an emergency, make sure I pull it out before I ejaculate.”

“Where did you learn to lick a pussy like that?”

“Muuu… Hum… Errr.” Jason had let it slip without thinking.

“MUM!” I gasped. “You and Mum?”

Jason looked guilty as he smiled to himself. “Yeah… She caught me masturbating and has been teaching me about sex ever since.”

“Holy fuck, Jason, that’s crazy. You know she saw us together tonight?”

“Shit. She made me promise not to do anything with you.”

“If she is riding that cock of yours, then so am I. What a greedy cow making you promise like that.”

Jason’s cock was stirring again; semi-erect, it lay like a German sausage on his tummy. I straddled his lap and guided his helmet to my slit; it was tricky to push in, as the shaft was still a bit bendy and I was so wet. Finally, he was in. It was my idea to let him swell inside me, hopefully giving my pussy the chance to stretch with him rather than try the other way by forcing a huge baton in. He grew rapidly; Christ, he was a big boy! I was at full capacity but pleased with myself for thinking outside the box; I took his full length without any pain. God, he went so fucking deep; I nearly passed out with the pleasure of it.

“Oh… Fuuucccck, that’s so amazingly good!”

I launched into a huge orgasm, gyrating as his cock pressed into the depths of my pussy, hitting a spot that nearly made me faint. It was pure bliss; I saw stars as my legs turned to jelly and spasmed. He was gliding back and forth ever so slowly, almost exiting me before pushing back in gently. It drove me wild; I didn't want him to stop, ever. It was so delicious. He fucked me non-stop for at least an hour, leaving me a quivering mess.

“Put it back in; don't stop. Fuck me more, please, God; I love it.” Suddenly he pulled out and released huge loads of semen, which erupted across my belly and tits. It was an amazing sight and turned me into a cum slut on the spot.

Both satisfied, we lay silent again, caressing each other. Exploring erogenous zones and acquainting ourselves with each other's bodies, we both knew there were many more moments like this ahead of us. Our relationship had changed forever, and top of the agenda was to have as much sex as possible. Dad and I had our little secret; Jason and Mum had theirs, and Mum knew what Jason and I were up to but said nothing at breakfast the next morning.

— X-

My goodness, I had no idea of the new joys I’d experience in those following weeks. I became the most popular girl in school before we broke up for the summer holidays. The girls would buzz around like bees around a honeypot after they had heard all about Jason's huge cock. I invited them in turn to see it in the flesh, giving Jason an endless supply of fresh pussy. Many girls refused to try penetration, scared after seeing just how large he was.

Julie was the first girl I invited over, I liked her and wanted to see how she’d cum fucking Jason; she seemed super keen and boasted about how she would take it all, but she turned out to be a big disappointment. She freaked out when Jason dropped his pants and wouldn’t even touch his erection, so Jason and I fucked in front of her till he was ready to cum, which I then swallowed. It made me laugh the next day when she bragged to the other girls.

“It was massive, like this big.” Julie held her hands wide apart.

Sue’s ears pricked up knowing I was telling the truth; I could see she wanted in on the action. I had already hatched a plan with Jason to get my own back on that bitch. Let’s just say a compromising Polaroid was taken of her gangly naked body which strangely found its way into circulation around the girls at school before being confiscated by Miss White, the assistant head, but that’s another story.

The end.

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