It was a Tuesday evening back in the 1970s, not long after my sixteenth birthday.

“Do you want to come to Bingo, Mica?” Mum asked in the afternoon as I got back from school.

I can’t stand Bingo, but it would have been good to see Gran. "No," I decided, because I really didn’t want to go.

“No thanks, Mum, I’m going to get a bath.”

Mum seemed okay about that, although I knew that she would have preferred me to accompany her; it was two buses to get to Gran's, one into town and the other along the ring road route. So, we had an early tea, and then Mum was gone. Time for a bath.

Dad had the bath first and saved the water for me. It is what we did back then. Nowadays, it probably seems strange, but hardly anyone had showers in those days. It was very common to share bathwater because it took the boiler so long to heat the hot water tank. I didn’t get dressed again after my bath; I put on my nightie and went down to the lounge. Dad was already there, and he had his PJs on.

The TV was awful; I don’t remember what it was, some soap opera about a motel, I think, and it didn’t hold my attention. I happened to look down, and I noticed that Dad’s PJs were sticking upwards.

‘He must have an erection,' I thought it was almost pushing out of the peehole in his PJs. They had taught us at school that boys get hard when they want sex, and Mum wasn't at home, so why was he like that?

My boobs hadn't finished growing; I hardly needed a bra, and I only had a few hairs growing over my fanny area. I was still a virgin, even though I was 16, and I hadn’t even touched a boy’s dick; I hadn’t really been interested in sex at all. Although most of the girls at school were interested in sex, I never thought about it.

“Dad,” I asked, “Why have you got an erection?” I was totally blasé about asking; it just felt like a totally normal thing to ask.

Dad made an embarrassed noise and said, "It is nothing; sometimes it happens, just ignore it.”

Well, I wasn’t going to ignore it. I had never had any interest in sex, not until now, and now I wanted to know. Did boys just get hard for no reason?

“Dad, can I touch it?” I asked, my hand hovering over his bulge.

Dad almost coughed, "No, sweetheart, no, that would be wrong.”

I wasn’t going to accept that for an answer. “Oh, please, Dad, I mean, I haven't got one. What does it feel like?” I knew they got hard, but how hard was hard?

At that moment, his dick managed to escape through his peehole in his PJs and stood up; I couldn't believe it. It looked huge. It was like a huge sausage covered in wrinkly skin that stretched around the top. I put my hand on it, and Dad made a groan noise. I jerked my hand away.

“God, Dad, I am sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you,” I said.

“Baby, it didn't hurt; no, God, Mica, it was just very nice. You shouldn't touch it, and your mum must never know that you did.”

So, it was nice, and it didn’t hurt. I reached across and held it again. Dad made that noise again, but didn’t stop me. I held his skin and squeezed it, and then moved my hand down. The inside of Dad's dick popped out; Dad was making lots of noises now. And it was hard; I mean, it was hard as if it had a bone inside it. There was a great big vein running up the side of it, and I was sure I could feel a pulse.

My friend Sharlene had told me what she did to her boyfriend, how she moved her hand up and down and made it shoot white stuff. I began to move my hand up and down, squeezing Dad's dick tightly as I did. Dad was grunting and gasping and saying all kinds of meaningless things, and then he pushed upwards, and white shot out of the end of his dick.

“Oh, God, Mica,” he said. "You must never tell anyone about this. I will go to jail if you do.” Dad got up, went to the kitchen, and cleaned himself up. Some of his white stuff was on my fingers. I licked it; it was a sort of salty, metallic taste. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. Sharlene said that her boyfriend did it in her mouth when she was on her monthlies. I didn’t know about that, though.

After that, every time Mum went out, I would pester Dad to let me make his dick spurt. Eventually, he stopped trying to stop me, and so that is what we would do for weeks; I would make him spurt. He never touched me, though, and I didn’t think about him touching me; that wasn’t on my mind at all. To me, this was just me making Dad spurt. I loved holding his dick; I loved how hard it was before I made it spurt, and then how soft and floppy it got afterwards.

A few weeks later, it was a Saturday morning. I was off school, of course, as it was the weekend, and Mum had gone to town shopping; she wouldn't be home until lunchtime. Dad had just been in the bathroom and was back in his bedroom. I was still wearing my nightie, as I hadn’t washed or gotten dressed yet, and I wanted to touch Dad again; I walked into his bedroom. He was naked, and his dick was hanging down. Seeing it like this, it still looked big, yet smaller than I was used to seeing it. The big vein wasn’t as pronounced.

“God, Mica, I am not dressed yet; you really must knock before coming in.” Too late for that; Dad didn’t seem that cross with me. I guessed that secretly, he didn’t mind. My boobs had really begun to grow now, and already I was in a B-cup bra, and my chest was pushing forward. I saw Dad looking at me, and it felt as if he were looking at me differently than he used to.

“I wanted to see you again, Dad; I wanted to touch it again, Dad,” I said, looking at his dick.

I stepped closer and put my hand around his dick. As I touched it, it started getting hard. I was fascinated; I had never felt anything like it. I could not understand how that was supposed to fit inside me. I used tampons, and they seemed a tight fit, and they were a lot smaller than Dad's dick.

I moved my hand again, and Dad started gasping. He held my hand still. I thought for a minute he was going to send me away.

“Stop a minute, Mica,” he said. “Take your nightie off. You have seen me; let me see you, see how you have grown.”

For some reason, I was all embarrassed, but I did it anyway. I pulled my nightie over my head. I didn’t know that in a few months my boobs would become massive, but that was in my future.

“God, you are fucking beautiful,” Dad said. I don't think I had ever heard him swear. “You have really grown into a beautiful woman.” He paused and then stepped back away from me a little.

“Lie on the bed, Mica, and then you can make me happy like Mum does.” Well, I didn’t know what Dad meant by that; I just assumed he meant making him spurt.

I lay down on the bed, and Dad lay next to me. He leant over and kissed me, you know, the way they do in films, his lips pressing hard against mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth. It was my first real, proper kiss, and it was exciting.

As he kissed me, I felt his hands on my boob, squeezing my nipple, and I felt a strange feeling deep inside me, down there, inside my fanny.

His hand moved down, and he began to rub a finger along my crease. I began to feel really funny inside, and I began panting. Dad touched my little button at the top of my crease, and I think I stopped breathing. I was staring at the ceiling; such wild pleasures were shooting through me. He moved from my button, and then his finger was at my entrance.

“I am going to touch you like a woman, baby,” Dad said, and his finger pushed inside me and wiggled. I had never felt anything like it. Sharlene had said that she let her boyfriend finger her, and I guessed that was what Dad was doing to me.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Dad asked. I didn't know what he meant, so I just said yes.

Dad rolled over, and then he was above me. I could feel his dick pressing against my stomach. As Dad reached down and slid his dick along my crease, I suddenly realised what was about to happen. I hadn’t even thought about that; I had not even realised that it was inevitable, that what I had been doing would lead to this.

Dad pressed his dick at my opening, and I opened up, and the end of his dick was inside me. I felt full up; it was odd. I didn't think he would fit inside me. I couldn’t even imagine how his big dick, so much fatter than a tampon, was actually inside my fanny without destroying it.

Dad pushed in deeper and then stopped. I felt really stretched inside, not sore or pained, just stretched in a really nice way; Dad pulled back as if he were going to leave me, and then he pushed hard. There was a sort of ping inside me and a small pain, and then I realised Dad was all the way inside. His whole dick was inside me; his stomach was on mine. He had taken my virginity; my cherry was gone. I was amazed; I hadn’t even thought about how it would happen, and now it had.

He pulled back; it felt really weird. I could feel his dick sliding inside me; I could feel his foreskin moving inside me as it moved up and down his dick. My fanny was doing to his dick what my hand had done. And then he pushed back in, and I gasped. He began pulling back and pushing in, going faster and faster. I could hardly breathe; I was gasping as he pushed in, and as he did, his belly slapped against mine. The sound, like a whip cracking, echoed around the room. I had heard this sound coming from Mum and Dad’s room late at night. Now I knew what they had been doing; they had been shagging.

He started going faster and faster, and it felt as if he were going deeper; perhaps he was stretching my insides. Then he pushed in hard and stopped moving. I felt a coolness deep inside, and I realised he was filling me with his stuff. He was spurting inside me. Instead of his stuff going all over the place, he was filling me up. He pulled back and pushed in once more, and I felt the squirt from his dick this time.

He lay still for a moment, and then he pulled back and his dick slipped out. I reached down and felt my fanny; it was ruined, it was gaping and pouring out his stuff.

Dad kissed me. “You are such a good girl, Mica,” he said. “You are brilliant. You make me happy the way Mum makes me happy.” I wasn’t sure; I mean, it had been nice and all, but my fanny was ruined, and tampons would just fall out and be useless. I reached down again. Oh. It seemed my fanny was closing up again. Perhaps that was okay then.

The next day, Sunday, Mum went to church; I was still lying in bed. Dad came into my bedroom, and he had no clothes on, and his dick was hard. He asked me if I wanted to make him happy. I did. My fanny had closed up again; it wasn't ruined. I pulled my nightie up and off. Dad looked at me, again, the way he had yesterday when I first showed him my new boobs. He licked his lips and he made a sort of gulping sound.

Dad climbed onto the bed and lay down next to me, his dick sticking up and pointing at my bedroom ceiling. I reached across and wrapped my fingers around his dick and slowly pushed his skin down, the skin rolling over the end until his big purple end bit was completely uncovered. The hole in the end, where his stuff spurted from, was dark but with a small pearl of white on it.

I used my thumb and smeared that little pearl of white over his red end. Dad gasped and gulped; it seemed he really liked me doing that.

“Spit on it, baby, make it really wet,” he said.

Okay, well, okay, I suppose. I spit into my hand and wiped it all over the end of his dick. His dick seemed to jump in my hand; Dad almost lifted himself off the bed. He reached down and held my hand and stopped me.

“God, baby, stop, you’ll make me cum,” he said, “and I need to fuck you properly. You have wanked me off enough; now you are a woman, and now we fuck.”

His words shocked me. I hadn’t used that word; it seemed so hard, but, in a moment of clarity, I realised that, yes, that is what we had done yesterday, and that is what we were going to do from now on.

“Baby,” Dad said, "roll over onto your hands and knees.

I wondered why; what was he going to do? If I did that, I would be pointing my bum at him. It seemed odd, but I did it anyway.

I felt Dad move behind me, and then I felt his dick between the cheeks of my bum. Then it moved down; it slid over my crinkle and then pushed inside my fanny. ‘Oh,’ I thought, ‘you can do it that way too.’

I felt his dick slowly fill me; I felt his foreskin slide down his dick. I felt the rim round the end of his dick slide across the bumps inside my fanny. I felt a warmth inside me, I felt pleasures flow inside me, and I felt a pressure building. I gulped.

It felt as if Dad were deeper inside me; it felt better, and I preferred not having Dad lie on top of me. I was soon full. Dad paused and then began to move back. I felt my fanny release his dick; my fanny seemed to shrink a little, and then I gasped. Dad was almost out of my fanny; the end of his dick was at my entrance.

Then he pushed back in again, slowly, his skin moving, the rim around his end scraping the inside of my fanny again, and then he was pushing at my depth. I gasped as pressures seemed to release and grow inside me. He pulled back to my entrance again, and I relaxed. He pushed in fast; I couldn’t feel the movement of his skin. I was just full; I had been empty, and now I was full, and then I was empty, and then I was full.

He continued to move quickly, his body slapping my buttocks as he filled me, me gasping when he pressed my depth; there was no mistaking it, this was the sound of sex, the sounds he made with Mum late at night. I began to pant; I was gasping. My fingers were scrunching my bedding, I was feeling very peculiar, I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry, and my body felt so different.

There was an explosion inside me; I tensed, I screamed, I shrieked, and the most wonderful sensation rushed through me. Dad bellowed behind me, and I felt his spurts inside me.

“Fuck, Mica,” he gasped. "That was a good one; when you came, it made me cum too. I couldn’t hold on any longer.”

On Monday morning, Dad took me to the clinic in the village. If you were under 18, you had to go with a parent. Dad said that I had a boyfriend and that my periods were irregular.

Dad stayed in the waiting area, and I went into a room and was examined. The lady doctor put a thing inside me; that was horrible. 'You have been having sex,' she said, 'unprotected.' She gave me a box of condoms and said I should use them for the next month, and she gave me some packets of tablets. I was to take one each day for three weeks, and then I would have my period, and after a week, I should start the next packet of tablets. I was on the pill.

Dad said I'd better hide the condoms from Mum; she wouldn't understand. Mum was the only one allowed to make Dad happy. Every time Mum went out, Dad and I did it; 'shagging', I called it, and 'fucking', he called it. Every night after Dad and I had shagged, I would hear him and Mum shagging in their bedroom. Oddly, I didn’t hear it on the days that Dad and I didn’t shag.

I told Sharlene, who was my best friend, that I was shagging my dad. She said that she also wanted to shag her dad but didn't know how to make it happen. She was just shagging her boyfriend. Sharlene said that when she had her period, her boyfriend wanted to shag her bum. I hoped Dad didn't want to do that.

When my period started, I used a tampon, and it didn’t fall out; I wasn’t ruined. Dad said I could...