The Blossoming of Becca Pt. 06

This is one part of an 8-part story. It is a pseudo-incest tale about the burgeoning relationship between a man and his stepdaughter. Within this story I explore certain fetishes having to do with feet, anal, and various bodily fluids and odors. If any of that is not your cup of tea, this probably isn’t the story for you. Consider this your warning.

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All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.

This part of The Blossoming of Becca picks up directly from the previous part. You might want to consider starting at the beginning, so it makes more sense, but that’s up to you. Enjoy!

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Sunday night

This was it. The time was finally here. Becca and I were about to make love.

We had spent the day at a nude beach, exposing our bodies to dozens of strangers and the hot Florida sun. I had arranged for a couple of boys to come over and take a closer look at Becca’s naked body, even encouraging them to rub sunscreen on her while I watched from afar. It must have worked her up, because we had to stop on the way back home and get each other off.

After showering and crawling into bed, I had used my erection to diddle her clit, giving her one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve seen. I couldn’t hide my need any longer and after kissing her passionately, I told her I wanted her. She expressed the same desire, asking me to make love to her.

I was lying on top of her in my bed, her arms and legs wrapped around me, with my throbbing, swollen cock pinned between us. After she assured me with a nod of her head that she truly wanted this, I kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss with a hunger I hadn’t felt from her before.

The head of my cock was already wet with her slippery fluids, so it wouldn’t take much to slide right inside. I stared into her beautiful blue eyes as she reached down and pointed my erection at her vaginal opening. I felt the warm wetness of her opening on the head of my dick, then I slowly penetrated her.

Becca’s eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect circle as she felt my stiff cock skewer her body inch by inch. Her 18-year-old vagina was so incredibly warm and tight, but somehow familiar, even though this was our first time. It almost felt like I was being welcomed home—like I had finally arrived at the place I had searched for my entire life. My heart swelled as I kissed her face, seating myself inside her body slowly. There would be only one first time between us, and I wanted to savor every moment.

After I was about halfway in, she moaned and closed her eyes. I knew Becca wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t know how long it had been since she had had sex. By her reaction, it seemed like it may have been a while.

As my throbbing member bottomed out, fully inside her slippery wetness, Becca groaned as a tear escaped from the corner of her eye. “I love you more than anything in the world,” I assured her, kissing it away and tasting the saltiness on my tongue.

Becca nodded and kissed me again as I withdrew almost all the way, then slowly thrust back inside. She moaned into my mouth once again and her legs tightened around my hips. Sensing she was comfortable, I settled into a slow, even rhythm. My heart was beating a mile a minute with the realization that I was making love to this beautiful girl who was not only my lover but was also technically my stepdaughter.

I had been married to Becca’s mom for only a couple years before she died of cancer, and she had been the love of my life. Her death had crushed me. But this right here dwarfed even that great love. It felt like everything that had happened in my life, for better or worse, had led me to this moment and I couldn’t be any happier. My soul was finally complete.

Suddenly I felt Becca’s pussy gush, and it became warmer and even more slippery than before as her juices ran down my balls. She moaned as the micro-orgasm ran through her body, and her hips gyrated as she matched my rhythm. I stared into her beautiful eyes and asked, “Are you OK, my love?”

“I’m wonderful,” she whispered as another tear ran down her temple.

I wiped it away and tilted my pelvis, changing the angle. I picked up the pace as I thrust the tip of my dick into the roof of her vagina, rubbing against her G-spot.

“Wow—wow—wow!” she intoned as she gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers.

I kept up the even rhythm, mercilessly stroking that one special spot. Within a minute Becca began to shake all over. She keened in her throat as another powerful orgasm threatened to devastate her womb. As the orgasm hit, Becca cried out like she was in pain. Her body trembled and she lost all control as wave after wave of contractions tore through her. I felt every squeeze bursa escort of her vaginal muscles around my cock as she came. It was glorious.

I slowed my pace, letting her recover, and moving myself back from the edge. After it seemed like she had sufficiently recovered, I picked up speed again. I was close now, my balls aching and throbbing. Becca had released so much fluid that it had actually washed away some of the lubrication and the friction had become too intense.

I took a break and seated myself fully inside. Then I started kissing her deeply, holding the back of her head. I reached down and squeezed a breast in my hand, pinching a nipple and rolling it between my fingers. She moaned yet again and gyrated beneath me. I felt another warm gush and we were back in business.

I thrust in and out of Becca’s newly slippery vagina and strove toward my own orgasm. Pressing myself deeply inside and then easing back out, I could feel the entire width and breadth of her inner sanctum, which fit me like a glove.

Becca stared at me through glassy eyes and whispered, “I want you to come inside me.”

We had had the talk a few years ago, so I was fully aware that she was on birth control. I trusted her enough that she was responsible and hadn’t missed any pills lately, and I was more than happy to grant her wish—it was my wish too.

I moved my hands under her ass and lay on top of her, kissing her face. I squeezed and spread her cheeks as I thrust inside over and over, chasing my orgasm. As I neared the apex I began moaning, whispering, “Becca…oh baby…”

“Yes, come in me,” she begged. “I love you so much.”

She wrapped her legs tightly around my torso and held me there as I groaned loudly. My balls throbbed as I came, shooting load after load of hot semen inside of her womb, turning it slippery and nullifying the friction in an instant. I buried my face in her neck and breathed heavily against her skin as my orgasm rocked through my body. After the contractions had finally waned, I lay there with my cock still nestled snugly deep inside her tight vagina.

I gazed dreamily into her eyes as I came out of my orgasmic haze and saw that tears were spilling down her face. She sniffled and crinkled up her nose as she wept. I kissed her tears and whispered words of love as she let her emotions run loose. After a few minutes, when she was calm, I withdrew my semi-hard cock from her sex and lay down beside her. I pulled her against me and held her for what seemed like an eternity, running my fingers through her hair, and reassuring her that I was more in love with her than I had ever been with anyone. We kissed gently and we kissed passionately, lying in each other’s arms until we made love again.

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Monday

Becca didn’t hear my alarm at 7:30 and I let her sleep. I took a quick shower and pulled a shirt and pants on before sitting down at my computer. If I hadn’t had a couple meetings scheduled for this morning, I would have called off and stayed in bed.

We ended up making love three times the night before, and each experience put me into a state of pure bliss. I felt like I was in high school, completely obsessed by my first romantic relationship. My heart beat faster every time I thought about her and I couldn’t help feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet. I was confident that I would marry this girl someday if she would have me.

After an hour and a half, and between my calls, Becca knocked on my doorway and peeked her head in. I waved her in and stared. Her blond hair was messy, she wore no makeup, and her sexy naked body showed red lines in her skin from the creases in the sheets. I had never seen a more beautiful sight in my entire life. My chest hurt and my cock stirred.

She smiled as she walked over and sat in my lap. I kissed her lovingly, not caring at all that her breath wasn’t fresh. Her body was warm and soft, and it took everything in me not to carry her back to the bedroom and ravish her until we were exhausted.

“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked, holding her cheek in my palm.

“Totally and completely loved,” she responded.

Those words melted my heart and my eyes welled up.

“Oh, Tim,” she cooed. “You are so sweet. Please don’t cry. I haven’t seen you cry since…” Becca paused. We both knew that the last time she had seen me cry was after her mom had died. She simply said, “I love you,” and kissed me again.

After a few minutes of sitting on my lap and making out with me, she decided to take a shower. When she stood up there was a spot of blood on my pants.

“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed. “I’m so sorry!” She ran to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

I guessed our sex life would take a back seat over the next few days while she had her period. Although, it didn’t have to…

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Later that day I went downstairs to find Becca lying on the couch watching television. She was topless, wearing bikini panties, and görükle escort I could see the string of her tampon poking out of the elastic of her underwear. I took my usual seat and she set her feet in my lap, looking rather uncomfortable.

“Do you have cramps?” I asked.

“Yeah. I always get them on my first day. I forgot that my period was almost here. That must be why I was so emotional last night.”

“Do you want me to rub your stomach?” I asked, not really all that familiar with what might help her.

She shook her head and asked, “Would you mind getting me a couple Midol? They are in the medicine cabinet.”

I ran upstairs, grabbed the pills, then came back down and poured her a glass of water. She took the medication and lay back down. “Ugh. They are getting worse. They always do for a day or so before they get better.”

I told her to rest and went back to my desk, searching the internet for a home remedy. One of the first things that jumped out at me said sex was a valid way to soothe menstrual cramps. It explained that when a woman has an orgasm, the uterus contracts and releases, giving a temporary relief from the pain. It also releases endorphins, which make you feel happy.

Well, damn. I could get behind that cure.

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Later that evening, Becca was truly miserable. I explained to her what I had found in my research, and she was happy to give it a try. She was so uncomfortable, that if I had told her that shoving a beer bottle up her ass would relieve the pain, I think she would have at least attempted it. I laid some towels down on my bed and pulled her panties off.

She spread her legs and I took hold of the string, slowly withdrawing her tampon until it popped out. It was completely saturated, and I covertly sniffed it before setting it aside on the towel. It was rank, but oddly erotic. Dark blood slowly oozed out of her vagina as I studied it, and the strong smell of menstruation filled my nose.

Resting one hand on her abdomen, I pushed two fingers inside her pussy. The blood wasn’t nearly as lubricating as her natural juices and it felt sticky and thick. Once my fingers were all the way inside, I massaged the roof of her vagina, starting out slowly and gently. Then, as I felt her slippery lubrication begin to mix with the blood, my fingers started sliding in and out much more easily. Becca moaned, pressing her hand over mine on her stomach as I picked up the pace and fingered her hard. As her orgasm neared, her thighs began shaking. Finally, she cried out as the G-spot orgasm sent intense contractions throughout her vaginal muscles. She gushed and bloody liquid ran out of her pussy, soaking the towel.

After she recovered from the orgasm, Becca sighed. “Oh, man,” she said. “I didn’t think it would actually work, but the cramps don’t feel nearly as sharp now.”

My fingers and half my hand were a bloody mess. I thought about wiping off on the towel, but my fetish-minded brain wouldn’t let me. I wanted to taste it. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and the sharp, metallic smell and taste of the blood, combined with a strong hormonal musk, assaulted my senses. The aftertaste was bloody and vaginal. Go figure. I kissed Becca’s inner thigh and headed straight for the source.

“Oh, god! Are you serious?” she asked in disgust, but she didn’t close her legs or try to stop me. She opened them wider and watched as I went down on her.

I cleaned the outside of her vulva with my tongue, then licked between her labia, ingesting all the juices and diluted blood that had collected there. If it were anyone else, I probably would have passed on this, but there was something about Becca’s body that enticed me. I loved everything about her and would probably do just about anything where she was concerned.

I came up for air and Becca cringed as she looked at me. I wiped my face on the towel and climbed up between her legs. My cock was thick and semi-hard, and it didn’t take much to get it to the point that I was able to slide it in. Becca groaned as I propped her legs up on my shoulders and pumped in and out using long, deep strokes. My dick was immediately bloodied, but I didn’t care in the least. I hadn’t been squeamish about it before, having had previous experience with period sex, but after my oral feast there was no further reason for timidity.

Her vagina felt different—less lubricated and more sticky—but it still felt amazing. My main priority was helping her out with her cramps, but this was obviously a huge bonus for me as well. Sex with Becca was mind blowing.

It didn’t take too long to get her worked up again, especially when I aimed for her special spot. She held my arms in a steel grip, digging fingernails into my skin as she gyrated beneath me. Watching her face as she moved closer to her orgasm was a study in eroticism—lust, pain, ecstasy, and longing were all played out in her features, sometimes simultaneously. Fucking her was one of the hottest experiences escort bayan of my life and it quickly drew me toward my own climax.

Becca’s voice became high-pitched as she wailed through the ecstatic pleasure. Her body shook as she came, and I felt the familiar gush of warm fluid down below. I fucked her through the orgasm and out the other side. After she regained a semblance of control, she smiled wickedly as I continued to spear her deeply with my cock.

“Fuck me harder,” she growled.

I added some speed and force to my thrusts and the loud, wet slapping of our sex echoed off the walls. I could feel droplets of fluid splattering on our stomachs and thighs as we slammed our private areas together. Becca gritted her teeth and met my hard thrusts with pelvic lunges of her own, grunting animalistically. As we rutted like beasts, something primal came over me and I began to use her young body for my own sexual gratification, forgetting totally about assisting with her needs.

I yanked myself out of her pussy and manhandled her onto her stomach, grabbing her hips and pulling her into doggystyle. We were covered in so much blood spatter that it looked like a crime scene. I quickly aimed myself inside and thrust deeply until I bottomed out. Becca cried out at first, this being a new position for us, but quickly began pushing back into me with each lunge. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, so she was forced to stare at the ceiling as I fucked her into another orgasm.

Her scream became a quavering ululation as she came. I felt yet another fluid release from the depths of her body as she quaked in my grip and collapsed. Riding her down, I fucked her into the mattress, heedless of her howls of overstimulation. I was past the point of easing her through her climax as I strove toward my own. As I imagined the tip of my cock plunging into the farthest reaches of her feminine cavity, my balls clenched hard. A primal scream issued from my throat as I thrust hard inside her, burying myself in her sex and unleashing my seed into her womb.

After I was completely spent, I collapsed, letting most of my weight fall onto her back. We were covered in sweat and our chests heaved as we tried to take in precious oxygen. I kissed the back of her neck and lifted myself off, withdrawing my softening dick. Then, I rolled onto my back beside her and glanced down at my body. It looked like I had sacrificed a goat in some naked ritual. There were droplets of blood from my chest to my knees and my groin was covered and smeared. Becca’s ass was a mess as well, and I could only imagine what the front of her looked like. I pushed the sweaty hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

“Are you OK, baby?” I asked.

The look on Becca’s face was one of ultimate bliss. She looked exhausted, but happy. “I feel amazing,” she said. “That was so freakin’ hot!”

I laughed and kissed her lips. After making out for a bit, we made it to our feet. The towels were a total mess. I wasn’t sure if they could be saved even if I threw them in the washer immediately. And there were tiny droplets of blood not only on the comforter, but also on the wall which was at least three feet away from the side of the bed. We decided to jump in the shower before dealing with the carnage.

Once we were clean and Becca had a fresh tampon in, we stripped and remade the bed. Then I ran the towels and the comforter downstairs to the laundry room, sprayed some stain remover on them, and tossed them in the washer. I would worry about drying tomorrow.

We headed back to bed and climbed inside the fresh sheets. Becca seemed like she was feeling much better, and took another dose of pain medication, trying to stay ahead of the cramps. Then we cuddled and watched television in my room for the rest of the evening before falling asleep.

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Saturday

After Monday night, we spent the rest of the week, when we weren’t working, fucking like rabbits, and washing bedding. Happily, Becca had given her two-week notice at her job a little earlier than she had originally planned, and with just over three weeks left before she had to go off to college, we had intended to spend our remaining time enjoying each other as much as possible.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Becca was finished with her period and our sex life was back to normal. We woke up, made breakfast, then christened the kitchen counter with our lovemaking, even experimenting with the blunt handles of certain cooking utensils. We were in love and having fun and I was trying to distract myself from the fact that she soon wouldn’t be there on a regular basis.

Sydney came over just before noon and took her clothes off as soon as she walked through the door. I pulled her aside and apologized for what I had done to her panties and she smiled as I humbled myself and ate crow. But it turned out that she wasn’t really mad at me, and she had just wanted to give me a hard time about it. She gave me a couple looks as we spoke, her nipples becoming erect before my eyes, that let me know that not only were we OK, but we might even be better than OK. Today might turn out to be quite interesting, I thought to myself.