“I have something bizarre to tell you,” Paul said as we sat down in the lounge. Dinner was finished, and the dirty dishes were all in the dishwasher. Mik, our son, was up in his room on his PlayStation; we were alone and could talk.
“Oh, go on, then, freak me out.”
“Whilst you were at Tesco, Jill came around.”
I had an idea what this was going to be. “Oh, is she alright?”
“Oh, yes, she’s fine, and so, before you ask, is Jim. She had a very strange request that, she said, you approved.”
“Oh?”
“She said that you had told her that I had shaved my dick and balls and that you were okay if she asked me if I would show it to her.”
“What? Oh, hang on, yes, I remember. When I mentioned that you were shaven down there, just like I am, she said that she would love to see a shaved dick. I told her that, as it was your dick, not mine, she should ask you if she could see it, not me.”
“So, she did; she asked if she could see my dick.”
“What did you say?”
“I asked her why; my dick was just like any other dick. She said that she had never seen a dick that had been shaved, and she wondered if it looked as different on a man as a woman’s shaved fanny did on a woman.”
“What did you say to that?”
“I said that I didn’t know. A dick was a dick, shaved or not.”
“Oh.” Lord, but he was taking his time to tell me.
“She said that she didn’t know and that she would like to see; would I show her mine?”
“And did you show her? Your dick, I mean.”
“Yes. I grabbed my trousers and underpants by the waist and pulled them straight down. There I was standing in the kitchen with the kettle boiling and my dick and balls on display.”
“Were you hard?”
“God, no, I mean I was just, you know, softish.”
“What did Jill say?”
“She said it was beautiful, and could she touch it, and as she said that, she reached forward and held my dick. Well, you can imagine what happened.”
“I don’t suppose you stayed softish?”
“Hell no, I was rock hard in a second. She tightened her hand around it and started to move her hand, you know.”
“Wanking you.”
“Yes. She said, ‘Oops, I didn’t expect that.’ She was sorry, and would I like to, you know, let her take care of it for me?”
“I wonder what she meant by ‘take care’?”
“Oh, she explained; she said I could fuck her if it would help.”
“Bloody hell, Jill. Did you? I mean, I wouldn’t mind, exceptional circumstances and all that.”
“She lifted her dress with her other hand and showed me her shaved fanny. ‘I am ready for you,’ she said. I stepped back, and my dick fell from her hand. I said that was a very nice fanny, but that yours was the only fanny that I shagged, and could I get dressed now? Had she finished looking?”
“Okay, good choice.”
“Not for Jill; she asked if she was ugly, if she was not worth fucking, and she started to cry.”
“What did you do?”
“You know I am useless when women cry?”
“Yes. You shagged her.”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Do you want to shag her again?”
“No. I didn’t want to today.”
“But you did. How did it feel?”
“What do you mean, how did it feel?”
“Her fanny, compared to mine, did it feel different?”
“Look, I shoved my dick in her as she was bent over the work surface, and I shagged her as quickly as I could. I wasn’t taking notes for comparison. It was a fanny, simple as.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
We watched some cooking reality show; it was really becoming tiresome. I thought that the hosts were long past their use-by date; it was time to refresh the whole thing. It was, however, a distraction from discovering that my husband had fucked my neighbour. I wondered how he would have reacted if it had been me telling him that I had shagged Jim, Jill’s husband. I really didn’t know how he would react.
We locked the house and went upstairs. Paul went to the ensuite first, while I pulled the bedding back and then undressed. As he walked back into the bedroom, his dick was hard and sticking forward.
“Is that for me?” I asked.
“If you want it. It isn’t for anyone else; that is for sure.”
“I’ll be back in a moment,” I said. In the ensuite I cleaned my teeth and gave my fanny and bum a thorough wash. I touched my crease; I was moistening up. Good, no one likes a dry fanny.
Paul was lying on his back on the bed, his dick pointing up at the ceiling. I got onto the bed and straddled him, my face to his feet. I took his dick in my hand, wiped it up and down my crease and slowly settled down on him. I loved how his dick stretched my fanny, and I loved that I was as deep as he was long. As I settled down on his thighs, his dick was pressing at my depth.
I felt full; it was a wonderful feeling. I leant forwards, my fanny riding along his dick; Paul would have had a great view of his dick in my fanny. I could feel my petals wrapping around his shaft, his foreskin rolling along it to cover his rim. I rocked back, his rim uncovered and scraped over my bumps and ridges, and I realised I was gasping.
As I looked down between my legs, I could see his balls jiggling between his thighs as I shagged his dick; it made me smile. As I rocked back and forth, Paul’s dick slid in my fanny, his rim scraped my walls, and my breath began to shorten. I was gasping; I was squeezing his legs with my fingers; my pressures were building.
I began to rock as fast as I could, rolling back and forth on his pelvis, his dick filling and emptying me. I gasped, squeezed, clamped, and cried out. Pleasures flooded me, my pressures released, and my orgasm erupted. As I was gasping and clamping, I felt the cool surge as he filled my fanny, spurt after spurt, flooding my womb. He grunted as my fingernails dug into his leg.
I eased up, and his dick fell from me with a gurgle. I gasped and rolled to lie next to him. He turned and kissed me.
“Yeah, I think you have the edge over her,” he said and then cried out as I thumped him.
***
Paul had gone to play football, as he does most Sundays. He usually then goes to the pub and gets back home around three. That’s his relaxation, his time with “the boys”. I usually get on with the Sunday dinner, which I usually aim to get ready at around five.
I had put a load of laundry on and was just thinking of making a cup of tea when Mik sauntered in, his dressing gown barely secured.
“Morning, Mum.”
“Morning, sweetheart.”
“Remember my friends that I mentioned? Well, they are coming around this morning.”
“Friends? What friends?”
“Oh, you know, the ones that want you.”
“What? Well, don’t get any ideas; I said no.”
“But things have changed since then, Mum, and I am sure that you will want to say yes.”
He walked up and put his arms around me, pressing himself against me. His dick was hard; to be fair, it seemed always to be hard, and he pressed it against me. He moved his hands between us, and I felt him undoing the sash on my dressing gown and pulling it apart.
I gasped as his fingers slipped in between my lips and slid down my valley, pressing at my entrance.
“Mik,” I gasped.
He pulled his robe apart, picked me up by my bottom and then lowered me onto his dick. I gasped again as I felt his foreskin slide inside me and his rim scrape against my vaginal walls. He didn’t move, he didn’t shag, he just held me on his dick.
“Good, you are ready; my mates will be pleased.” He lifted me up and put me back onto the floor. I was about to remonstrate with him when the doorbell rang.
“That’ll be them,” he said, doing up his dressing gown and going to the door.
I hastily retied my dressing gown, ensuring nothing was visible to anyone. I was all of a dither. I had told him that I would not accommodate his friends, but it seemed he was just going to ignore that. I hadn’t yet showered, so I still had some of Paul’s semen from last night inside me, although a lot had dribbled out. I had left the bed uncovered to allow it to dry.
I heard Mik talking to his friends, and then he came back into the kitchen.
“They are in the front room getting ready. Shall we go through? Getting ready, for you. Oh, you don’t need that dressing gown on.”
He walked over to me and undid my sash and pulled my dressing gown off, putting it onto the work surface. Taking my hand, he led me to the lounge. I was speechless, naked, and speechless.
In the lounge were three naked young men, all around Mik’s age. Their dicks were hard and, as with Mik, pointing upwards, not forwards like Paul’s. I was nervous; I was uncertain of what Mik intended, although, really, I did know. I was expected to have sex with all these men.
Mik sat on the sofa and pulled me to him. He manoeuvred me so I was facing him. He pulled me down, and his dick slipped into my fanny. I felt his foreskin roll back, and then I felt him at my depth. It was, of course, a very nice feeling; it is just the circumstances that I disliked.
“Ralph,” Mik said, “you take her arse. Suresh, her mouth, and Mum, you’ll have to use your hand on John.”
What? They were all going to go at the same time? Oh my God. I felt my buttocks being pulled apart and a finger pressing at my crinkle. I heard someone spit into their hand, and then it was wiped around my crinkle, lubricating it. That must be Ralph. His dick pressed and pushed, and my arse opened, and he was in. I could feel him at my ring and hardly at all inside.
My head was turned sideways, and a dick was thrust between my lips, pushing deep down my throat, stopping my breath for a moment. My hand was taken, and I felt a dick. I knew what was expected; I wrapped my hand around it and began to move. It felt like a rather large dick.
Ralph started shagging my arse; I felt him slide in and out, and I felt the pressure as his dick forced the wall of my fanny to roll over Mik’s dick. Suresh was busy shagging my mouth, blocking my breath when he was fully in my throat, and John was slowly shagging my hand as I did my best to wank him.
I had never experienced anything like it. I had never had more than one penis inside me at the same time; my senses were overwhelmed. I heard Ralph begin to grunt, and then he thrust hard, and I felt a coolness in my bowel; I guessed he had finished.
“Right,” Mik said. “John has her arse, Suresh has her hand, and Ralph has her mouth. I’ll stay here for now.”
John duly pressed into my arse; it felt like he was a lot bigger than Ralph. Thank God for small mercies that John hadn’t gone first, and thank God he took his time. They got into a rhythm; I was just a piece of meat that they were using. My throat was getting sore, my arse hurt and my fanny was simply full. I tried to take some pleasure, but the whole thing was just uncomfortable.
I spluttered, and I almost gagged as Ralph spurted down my throat, his spunk seeming to disappear somewhere behind my boobs. Ralph pulled away, and Mik realised what had happened. “Okay,” he said, “everyone off. We will do something new.”
The boys pulled away, and just Mik was in my fanny. He lifted me up, and I stood, my legs feeling a little unsteady.
“Kneel on the sofa, Mum,” Mik said. Oh Lord, what was this?
“Let’s do this one at a time; I don’t think doing it ‘all at once’ really worked. Her fanny first, and I am going first.” The others never said anything.
I felt Mik between my legs. I closed my eyes and thanked the gods that things should be easier now. My fanny was still gaping from when Mik had been inside; his dick pushed in easily. I felt his foreskin move and his rim scrape my walls, and then he was at my depth. He began to pull back, and then slowly he shagged me. I could feel his balls as they slapped my thighs.
He began to thrust harder, pushing in deeper. I wondered if he was showing off to his friends. As the slap reverberated around the room, my grunts joined in. The symphony of sex. The harder he pushed, the faster he moved. I felt my pressures growing; my pleasures were flowing. Each bump inside that he scraped over gave me a flood of pleasures. My fingers were clutching at the sofa, and my back was tightening.
“Here it comes, Mum,” Mik cried, and I felt his spunk ejaculate deep inside me. He thrust twice more, and then he eased away, and I felt empty. I wasn’t empty for long. Another dick pushed at my presumably gaping fanny, and I was filled again. It felt like Suresh, perhaps; I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to twist and look.
“God, she is so wet, full of your spunk, Mik. I’m not going to last long.” Yes, it was Suresh. His dick was a little smaller than Mik’s, but still he moved fast. He was much harder with his thrusts, absolutely hammering my fanny, Mik’s spunk spurted out of me as Suresh shagged me.
I realised that I was grunting again. I hadn’t quite orgasmed when Mik shagged me, but I was approaching boiling point again. My breath was jerking, and my lungs felt strained. My buttocks were sore from the continual pummelling. Suresh didn’t last long, and with a guttural roar, he rammed in hard, and I felt his spurts deep inside.
No respite for me. No sooner had Suresh pulled back than Ralph was between my legs, jamming his dick into my fanny. Hard and fast was his method; his passage was made easy because of my cum-filled fanny. My fingers clutched at the sofa trying to maintain balance; Ralph was the roughest yet. He rocked me back and forth as his dick thrust in and out of my fanny. Deep inside I felt tender, almost sore from the relentless assault on my depth.
I could hear other sounds; it was as if the other three were masturbating hard. Perhaps they were; oh, the recovery of the youth. I was almost knocked off my hands by the last thrust by Ralph; he was really giving it some. His slaps against my buttocks were the loudest yet; my grunts were almost drowned out.
“Fuck, yes,” Ralph cried out, and I felt him flood my fanny, his spunk squirting out as he thrust and ejaculated. He lay against me for a moment, and then his dick fell from my fanny. I felt a large globule of sperm drip from me. I would have a deal of cleaning up to do later.
A dick, John’s dick pressed at my opening. He slowly entered my abused fanny. He whispered in my ear as he filled me.
“I’ll fuck your arse again if you would prefer,” he said softly, “but I will be gentle.”
“No, use my fanny,” I managed. The thought of his giant dick in my arse again was too much. I knew my fanny and arse were flexible, but fanny would always be my first choice. John eased back and then filled me slowly. I could feel his foreskin rolling inside me; my fanny felt tightly stretched. John began to go easy; each thrust in was more of a push, and each push a little deeper than the previous.
It felt to me that he knew exactly what he was doing; the others, Mik included, felt very inexperienced in comparison. I wondered how he could have gained the experience, and then the penny dropped.
“Your mum has been very good to you,” I said softly. He paused briefly, and then he carried on, gently shagging but also determinedly. He had shagged his own mum, and on more than one occasion. She had taught him; she knew he had a big dick, and she showed him how to use it properly to maximise pleasure for himself and his partner. I owed her.
My pleasures were flowing; John was ramping up my pressures. Electricity was fizzing in my groin, and I knew that this time I would. I had come close, but this was the real deal; I would scream and buck, and John would have caused it. Not Suresh or Ralph or Mik, just John. I knew I would not be able to control it when it came.
John began to speed up slightly, his balls now banging away between my thighs. I was rocking with him as he shagged, my boobs swaying back and forth. John began to press a little deeper, pull back a little further, and grunt a little louder. He was close, and so was I. My breaths began to stutter; I was gasping, and I was gripping the sofa. I was pushing back as he thrust in; I was pulling away as he pulled back.
My pressures were at their limit; my pleasures were in free flow, and then it came. I screamed, I clenched, I bucked, and my neck snapped backwards. As my orgasm erupted, I vaguely felt John spurt, his balls emptying into my fanny,…
