Becci was Made for Sex Ch. 07

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Group Sex

Like all the preceding episodes, this story is completely fictional. If you are easily offended by incestuous relationships or sex with strangers please do not read! All characters are fictional and any likeness to any person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the best of my knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.


I woke early. It seemed that our spell of dry warm weather was at an end. There were no birds singing to greet the new day; only the sound of the rain hitting the window pane. There were no dancing rays of sunshine intruding into the room from the join in the closed curtains. I turned over in bed and snuggled down reluctant to brave the challenging weather that today was throwing at me.

My thoughts recollected the days since I had been on holiday from university. In just a few days I had sucked my father’s cock, fucked a guy at an orgy where everyone could see me (including my father and aunt), committed incest with my aunt and brother, had rubbed a girl to orgasm and had been fucked by a complete stranger over the car bonnet before being fucked by three guys on the beach! My pussy had been fucked and filled with cum as had my mouth on numerous occasions! “Becci. You’re a cum slut,” I said to myself under my breath.

Eventually I threw back the duvet and got out of bed. I drew the curtains back and looked out onto a wet, miserable British day where the clouds were ten different shades of grey and the ground wet and glistening. The only sound, apart from the rain on the windows pane, was the gurgling of the water as it ran down the downpipe from the gutter to the drain.

I picked my mobile phone up and glanced at the flashing light that told me there was a message waiting for me. It was from my brother David and read:-

“Hi Sis. Sorry, I forgot to leave your panties in the laundry basket. Never mind. I’ll use them a few times. Will return them next time I see you. Take care. xxxx.”

I walked to the bathroom, ran myself a bath, and spend a good half hour just soaking in the warm soapy water, occasionally swishing the water around to make more bubbles. As I normally do whenever I have a bath, I started to fondle my nipples and areola, running the tips of my fingers over the nipples making them enlarged and sensitive and tracing little circles over the areola, making them darken in anticipation of what delights they might be treated to.

Within minutes my hand was down seeking out my labia, running a finger or two over my vulva, teasing and tantalisingly stroking my secret parts. My clitoris, already swollen and sensitive, was awaiting attention which it duly received. My finger pressing gently on it and by rubbing it in a circular motion made my pussy juice ooze and cover the walls of my vagina with a layer of love lubrication.

I inserted a finger into my fuckhole; my bum lifted off the bottom of the bath to meet my finger and my body started to wriggle and writhe. As my finger went deeper I pointed it slightly upward toward my sensitive spot and found it immediately. My body twisted with delight as I finger fucked myself. I could feel my orgasm as it started to build in the pit of my stomach. A tingling feeling radiated outwards towards my fingers and toes, spreading through all the nerves. My breathing became rapid and my writhing increased. My movements in the bath was making water waves which progressively got wilder and wilder until my orgasm exploded, my body twisted and shook with pure ecstasy and delight. My muscles in my legs relaxed and I slumped back under the protection of the warm water.

I laid there for a few minutes gently pinching my nipples between my fingers and thumbs enjoying the feeling of contentment and satisfaction as my orgasm gradually fading into the distance.

I dried myself on a clean white towel, wrapped it around my body and went back to my bedroom, where I opened the curtains and peered outside. The rain had eased somewhat and the sky had lightened. I sat on the edge of my bed, unwrapped the towel from my body, tilted my head slightly forward and rubbed the towel on my long blonde hair to help dry it. I plugged in my hair dryer and sat, passing my open fingers through my hair while the warm waves of air from the dryer banished all signs of any wetness. I stood, folded the towel and walked back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel in the laundry basket.

As I turned, to return to my bedroom, I jumped with surprise. My hand went to my mouth to stifle a scream that didn’t actually arrive as my eyes analysed the sight before them. There on the landing facing me with a broad grin on his face was my Daddy.

“Daddy!” I screamed in surprise. “You’re home early. I wasn’t expecting you till late tonight.”

“I’m sorry if I startled you, babe. It was meant to be a surprise,” he retorted. It was then that I noticed his eyes admiring my naked body. He was inspecting me from tip to toe. I thought of bursa escort covering my boobs with my hands: but for what point? Daddy had seen me naked before and we had even had some sex before, albeit only me giving him a blowjob!

“That’s OK, Daddy. You just gave me a bit of a fright,” I said as I went up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “It’s nice to see you,” I said.

“And it’s nice to see you , babe,” he said with a smile on his lips.

“Sorry you caught me like this, “I said, looking down at my body, “but I’ve just got out the bath.”

“You look perfect to me,” he said as he returned my hug. “The photo shoot finished earlier than I thought so I caught the first train home this morning and here I am!”

“Was it a successful shoot?” I asked.

“Yes, very successful,” he responded. “What did you and David get up to?” he enquired. “Did you take good care of him?”

“I did Daddy. I don’t think he will have any complaints about the way I looked after him.” After a pause I added, “You go down and put the kettle on for a cup of tea while I get dressed.”

I returned to my bedroom as Daddy descended the stairs to the kitchen. Within a few minutes I had thrown an old midriff tie shirt on and a pair of panties. I joined Daddy downstairs in the kitchen just as he was pouring the boiling water into the teapot. He looked up, inspected my attire and commented, “I prefer what you were wearing upstairs.” He grinned a he said it.

“I didn’t want to spill any hot tea on myself,” I said with a smile on my face as I poked my tongue out at him.

As we sat there drinking our tea and just chattering about ‘nothing and everything’ I noticed that Daddy kept massaging his temples. I stood and went to stand behind him. “You have a headache?” I asked as I placed my fingertips on his temple and started to massage them. Daddy pushed his head back a little and with closed eyes nodded his head in agreement. He also gave a sigh of pleasure. “Why don’t you go upstairs and lay on your bed for a while,” I suggested.

“I think I will if you don’t mind, precious,” he said.

“You go up Daddy. I’ll check in on you in a while to see if you’re feeling any better. There’s some ‘Tiger Balm’ in the bathroom cabinet if that will help, and some headache pills.”

Daddy rose from the table, kissed me on the cheek and made his way upstairs to bed. I looked at the ceiling as if I could see his footsteps walking the upstairs passageway. He went straight to his bedroom without visiting the bathroom for some headache relief.

I poured myself another cup of tea and then tidied the kitchen. I also did some tidying up downstairs before I sat down in the lounge, picked up a book and aimlessly started to read it.

It was midday before I put the book down and decided that perhaps I should check on Daddy. I crept up the stairs as quietly as I could. As I approached his bedroom I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. I approached on tiptoe and popped my head around the door. Daddy was laying on the bed in just his underpants. He looked as if he was sleeping. His breathing was even and calm.

I approached the bed just to make sure. I was right. His eyes were closed. His breathing even. He was asleep. I turned and crept towards the door but as I reached it Daddy said, “Please don’t go, Becci. Stay and keep me company.”

I turned to look at him. He was looking directly into my eyes. “I thought you were asleep Daddy. Is your headache better?”

“Yes thanks,” he replied. “Now come and sit with me for a while and tell me all about David’s visit,” he said patting the bed by his side. As I approached the bed Daddy moved over to give me room to lay on the bed with my head on the pillow. As I made myself comfortable Daddy asked, “So, what did you and David get up to?”

“Not very much,” I lied. “We spent a day with Sharon, we went for a couple meals and drinks and we visited Sunset Point headland to watch the sunset. But apart from that nothing much else.”

“Well,” Daddy replied, “as long as he had a good time.”

“I don’t think he will have anything to complain about,” I responded, tongue in cheek.

While I had been chatting with Daddy his fingers had been playing with the knot of my midriff tie shirt and it was beginning to work loose. I felt Daddy’s eyes peering down my low neckline looking at my boobs whilst his fingers played with the knot. Was he just occupying his fingers or was he trying to undress me without making it too obvious? Just as I was thinking it his fingers gave a little tug on the tie and my shirt fell open revealing my size 32B boobs – nipples slightly enlarged and the areolas somewhat reddened.

“You really are a very attractive young woman, Becci,” he declared as he leaned closer toward me and kissed my left breast. His lips and tongue sent a shiver radiating outward from my nipple to all parts of my body. Goose bumps suddenly appeared on my breasts and arms and my pussy bursa escort bayan responded with a slight tingle. I gave out an almost inaudible moan.

As his tongue worked its magic on my nipple his hand was caressing my stomach and I felt his fingers burrowing under the elastic waist band of my panties until they rested on my vulva. His fingers started to draw mystical symbols in my blonde pussy hair before restarting their journey downward toward my labia and clitoris. An involuntary movement on my part saw my legs opening a little allowing Daddy more room to reach my secret entry.

Daddy’s breathing was becoming more intense and I could feel his hot breath on my nipple as he opened his mouth to draw breaths between the sucks and licks. My body started to squirm and shiver under the sexual attention it was getting. My nipples were fully dilated and my pussy was becoming moist.

Daddy’s mouth moved from my nipple and travelled upward toward my neck. Little kisses and licks were showered on my neck as I adjusted my head to allow and encourage the cryptic messages that my body was receiving. My body was experiencing enchanting vibrations throughout and they were all radiating from Daddy’s mouth or fingers. My skin was flushed and my blood coursed through my veins to all parts of my body.

Daddy’s neck kisses were now on my cheek and as I turned my head towards him I felt his lips on my lips. Our mouths were slightly open and his tongue entered my mouth, flicking over my bottom lip, passing my teeth and gums, on a quest to seek my tongue. When our tongues finally touched there was an electric shock between us. Both our mouths opened wider and Daddy started kissing me with passion and eagerness. His fingers were now on my pussy lips: his once gentle strokes were now made with more fervour as he found my clitoris.

I turned my body toward Daddy as we French kissed. My hand rested on his hip before travelling downward in search of his erection. It didn’t take me long to find it. His underpants were tented – the material stretched taut over his enlarged cock. My thumb hooked under the elastic waistband and I started to tug his Y-fronts off. It wasn’t an easy task but eventually his cock sprung clear of all hindrance and I clasped my tiny hand around his enlarged and throbbing cock. Daddy was groaning and moaning with uncontrolled passion.

As my thumb travelled over his glans spreading his pre-cum around the head and rim of his cock his hand had left my clitoris and was trying to remove my panties. I lifted my bum off the sheet to help him and as my panties cleared my thighs I managed, with the help of my feet, to kick them off and away from me. Daddy’s left leg now climbed over my left leg and with a little help and cooperation his body found its new position – nestled between my thighs. I could feel his enormous penis resting on my pubic hair, just above my pussy lips.

A slight movement and repositioning from Daddy and, with me opening my legs a little wider, I felt the glans of his cock at the opening of my pussy. My bum lifted a little trying to encourage his cock to enter my secret passage but Daddy was in control and he would only enter when he was ready. The French kissing stopped and I took the opportunity of holding his head and pushing it down again to my nipple. His mouth clamped onto it like a limpet. Again I felt his cock at the entrance of my fuckbox. Again I let out a little moan of anticipated pleasure. My bum lifted a little off the bed tempting Daddy’s cock to enter my wet pussy. I felt the head of his cock starting to penetrate my juicy hole but only by an inch or two. Daddy moved a little and I felt his cock withdraw from my now hot and saturated fuckhole.

My moaning and writhing was now becoming virtually uncontrollable and I begged Daddy to fuck me. “Soon my little one,” he managed to mumble as his mouth left my nipple and was replaced by his finger and thumb – massaging my nipple gently yet somehow forcefully. His mouth returned to my lips and cheeks as he planted soft and gentle butterfly kisses all over my face and lips. My lips, when they could, kissed Daddy’s face and lips and with involuntary movement my tongue flicked out and licked him when an opportunity arose.

I could feel my orgasm building. Like a saucepan of water waiting to come to the boil, Daddy had applied the heat some time ago but he was withholding the last few degrees that would make me boil and release my orgasm. He was waiting until he was ready.

Suddenly and without warning Daddy let out an audible groan from his throat. I was frightened that he might have already shot his load so I pushed my bum up as hard and as far as I could. I felt his hot and throbbing cock slide into me with ease. My pussy was so moist that I think it would have received a cock of any size! Daddy’s cock was finally inside my pussy and it had penetrated deep. Daddy started to thrust back and forth and it took me a little time to match his thrusting but escort bursa soon we were fucking in harmony. On each return stroke his cock nearly left my pussy but just before it did his cock would plunge forward again. His cock didn’t stop its forward penetrating movement until his balls and scrotum hit my bum. He was fucking every centimetre of my vagina – from my inner lips to the very end of my love passage.

Daddy was shagging his little girl with relish. This was the thought that triggered my first orgasm. Building from deep within me and shooting out to my extremities, making my stomach muscles contort and twist. Sending ripples of infinite delight up from the pit of my stomach to my tits and beyond. My vagina walls contracted as my orgasm peaked and Daddy felt it gripping his cock. This spurred Daddy on and he managed to grind his cock even deeper into my fuckhole.

My head was thrashing from side to side as my orgasm reached its crescendo sending my muscles into spasm throughout my body. My breathing had increased considerably, my arms held Daddy securely and fast above me and inside my pussy. I wasn’t going to let him go until his cum had filled my pussy and I had emptied his balls of all the creamy, salty goo they held.

Daddy was breathing hard and I knew his climax was not far away. With a sudden extra powerful thrust I felt his cock jerk and lurch inside my fuckbox followed by the familiar feeling of my cunt being filled with male cum. As my pussy walls contracted a little to hold his cock firmly in place my second orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt. It felt as if my pussy was going to explode. I hooked my legs over the calves of Daddy’s legs to hold him in position. My bucking kept pace with Daddy although his was now reducing in ferocity until he suddenly slumped on my chest panting and gasping. His cock and balls had delivered their entire precious load deep with my pussy.

He remained slumped over me for several minutes whilst I caressed his back with my fingers and nails and his breathing returned to normal. I would occasionally plant a sweet kiss on the side of his head and once or twice he raised his head and kissed me tenderly and gently on the lips.

It was some time before he eventually rolled off me and I gently moved and cajoled my naked body until I was laying on my side in a position where he could cuddled up to my bum – like two spoons in a drawer, locked together. As we lay there in silence I could feel droplets of his cum trickling from my pussy at the same time as remnants of the cum still in his cock dripped onto the cheek of my bum. His arm was around me and his hand was resting on my breast keeping my nipple hard, elongated and tingling. My heart rate had returned to normal and the feeling of wellbeing flooded through my body as my muscles relaxed. As my bum pushed back towards his cock and my legs curled at my knees my body reverted to the foetal position.

We lay there quietly, enjoying the closeness of each other, for some considerable time before Daddy rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. While he was gone I turned over on the sheet and felt the cold damp patched that our leaking cum had made on the sheets. My index finger explored the opening of my pussy and discovered a little reservoir of cum just inside the opening. With one movement my finger had scooped up a drop of cum and had transferred it to my mouth.

As I sucked my finger, enjoying the salty taste, Daddy returned and asked with a curious look on his face what I was tasting.

“Just a little of what I’ve wanted for so long Daddy.”

Daddy gave me a wry smile and started getting himself dressed. I watched with fascination as he pulled a fresh pair of underpants up his legs and over his cock and balls, hiding them from my wanton gaze. He followed by putting a polo shirt on, a pair of jeans, socks and finally a pair of Puma trainers. “I thought we might go out to a restaurant tonight for something to eat. What do you say kitten?”

“That would be lovely,” I replied almost in a ‘school-girly’ type trance.


I came downstairs at about seven o’clock, freshly showered and dressed with the distinct smell of ‘Calvin Klein eau de Parfum’ wafting around my body. I wasn’t really one for make-up but tonight I had spent some time in front of my vanity mirror using the contents of my make-up bag. Some foundation cream, red rouge, pink ‘wet look’ lipstick and some satin eye shadow made me look as pretty as a china doll – or so Daddy said!

I had decided to wear a low cut black pencil dress that fitted tightly around my bum. Natural coloured lace top hold-up stockings and a pair of black high heel shoes and a black handbag completed my outfit. No bra because the dress wouldn’t look right if I wore one and no panties because the outline of my panties would clearly show through the dress. Anyway, I was feeling devilish!

“You look absolutely stunning,” Daddy said with the broadest grin I had ever seen him wear. His eyes twinkled like the reflecting cats-eyes in the middle of the road. “I was thinking of the local KFC restaurant but with you dressed like that I think I had better change my mind and take you somewhere a little more up-market.”

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