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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.
If you like this story and want to follow my characters’ adventures within their connected universe, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.
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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Tuesday night
I was going to give you a synopsis of my story so far, but what can I say that hasn’t already been covered? My name is Tim Davis. I’m in love with Becca Simpson, who was—and technically still is—my 18-year-old stepdaughter. But we aren’t acknowledging that relationship anymore. Neither have we used the terms girlfriend or boyfriend because they just seem so…juvenile. But we are lovers. And more. I could legitimately see myself marrying her someday.
The only other thing you really need to know at this point in the story is that I’m about to stick my dick in her ass for the first time.
I had bought some sex toys and we had spent the last hour or so playing on my bed. I began with my fingers, stretching her ass and getting her accustomed to the sensation of having something inside it. Then I moved up to a set of anal beads, which really did a number on her. She had gotten overly excited and began masturbating, until I made her stop. After that, I inserted a butt plug and we had sex for a few minutes. I stopped before she came, teasing her even further. Finally, I used a dildo in her ass. At that point, I knew she was finally ready for me.
I quickly lubed up my erection, then I opened her legs as I moved her onto her back and crawled up between. I held her knees up to her chest, giving me better access to her ass, and pushed the head of my cock against her asshole. She had been pretty relaxed when I was using the dildo on her, but her tiny hole was quickly shrinking. We looked into each other’s eyes as I added some pressure.
I pushed my glans against her sphincter and felt the resistance. It didn’t want to let me in. I rubbed more lube on myself, adding some extra just inside her asshole. I tried it again and felt the tightness on the head of my dick as I pushed against her butthole. When I made it past her tight little ring, Becca squeezed her eyes shut and pursed her lips. She moaned as I moved my cock incrementally, pushing and pulling a little harder each time.
With only the tip of my dick inside her, I leaned in and we kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth. I broke the kiss and placed the soles of her pretty feet on my chest, pushing her knees up to her shoulders. I added some pressure and felt my dick slide about halfway inside her butt. She inhaled through clenched teeth as her fingernails dug into my forearms. I stayed in that position, moving gently in and out, allowing her ass to acclimate to the intrusion.
“Remember to bear down,” I instructed.
I pushed myself the rest of the way inside her ass as Becca pushed her muscles outward, grunting with the pressure. It made the going much easier. Once I was fully in, I withdrew almost all the way and then penetrated her again until I bottomed out. Her moan was much quieter, sounding more like relief than pain. It seemed to be even easier this time, and I could tell her muscle memory was kicking in. I slid in and out once more and she practically purred.
Unlike her vagina, the lining of her asshole was perfectly smooth. And it was a much tighter squeeze. There was something taboo about it as well. I was in a place that wasn’t biologically intended for sexual penetration, but it felt fucking amazing. She was much more relaxed, but her tight little ass sheathed me snugly regardless.
“Now you can masturbate,” I told her.
Becca’s fingers went directly and eagerly to her clit. She spread her copious wetness up and down her slit and over her hard little button as I fucked her in the ass. She had been so worked up for so long that it took her less than a minute to achieve orgasm.
I pressed myself deeply inside and stayed there as she came. She screamed out as her orgasm thrashed her womb. I felt and saw her vaginal muscles pulse with contractions as her anus constricted over and over around my cock. It was one of the hottest sensations I had ever felt in my life.
After her orgasm subsided, I pulled my cock all the way out of her. I dove face-first into her pussy and tongued her out, licking all the warm, fresh juices out of her vagina. Sticking my tongue in her asshole, bursa escort I tasted her there as well. The penetration of my cock had dredged up an earthy aroma from inside her colon and it was intensely erotic. After I had my fill of tasting and smelling her teenaged anus, I coaxed her into doggystyle and prepared to enter her again.
Becca moaned low in her throat as I reentered her ass. It didn’t resist me nearly as much as it had previously, but the position change brought a new sensation for both of us. It felt like I was even deeper inside than before. I grabbed her hips and thrust in and out with long strokes, watching my dick violate her tiny pink asshole.
I fucked her ass like that for a few minutes before my own orgasm began to close in. Wrapping my arm around Becca’s breasts, I pulled her upright so her back was pressed against my chest. I pinched and squeezed her nipple as I reached around and played with her clit. We rocked together, my cock still buried inside her tight anus, until she began to cry out. She was coming again, and I could feel each delicious contraction around my dick.
I kissed her neck and held on tightly as my balls released and began to pump out their payload. We trembled together as I held myself as deeply inside her body as I could get. It was the most intense orgasm I could remember having, and that was saying a lot, considering all the amazing sex we had had lately.
Once our orgasms were finished, we collapsed to the bed, still connected. I grabbed her round ass cheeks and spread them apart as I withdrew my cock, which had suddenly become very sensitive. I groaned as I pulled my dick out of her butt, her tight sphincter squeezing the head on the way out.
I quickly flipped onto my back and slid underneath her, so she straddled my face. My cum began to run out of her ass and I caught it in my mouth. She flashed me a concerned look and I nodded. Reading my cue, she bore down, expelling the rest of the cum out of her anal passage. I had sampled my cum before, simply out of curiosity, and I wasn’t really a fan. It still tasted like cum, but this time it was slightly discolored, with a base, earthy undertone to it. It wasn’t filthy with bodily waste, but it wasn’t exactly pure either.
Once I held the entire load in my mouth, I slid out from under her and flipped her back over onto the pillow. I grabbed her face and let the cum slide out of my mouth into hers, spitting the remainder onto her tongue. Her eyes went wide, but she dutifully accepted it, swishing it around in her mouth and swallowing it in a single gulp. After that, we kissed deeply and passionately.
“How do you feel, baby?” I asked.
Becca’s eyes were tired, but her face was glowing. “Amazing. There were times where it hurt some, but the pleasurable moments far outweighed the pain. I would do that again in a heartbeat.”
I smiled and assured her that we would definitely be doing that again. We eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted but blissfully happy.
* * * * *
Wednesday
Lindsey had taken Becca to Clearwater University for the day to give her a tour. She had gone on a group tour last year when she was scoping out the school, but this was a more in-depth, personalized walkaround with a current student. School started in a week and a half and I knew Becca was extremely excited. I was glad she had picked a school that was less than an hour from our house, depending on traffic. She had told me that she was probably going to spend the night at Lindsey’s, and not to wait up for her. So, apparently, I had some time to myself.
I spent most of the day catching up on work that I had put off because I was spending so much time with Becca. It felt good to get much of it done and I was feeling accomplished for the day. As it was heading toward dinnertime, I was thinking about making myself something to eat when I heard the doorbell ring. I jogged downstairs and opened the door to find Sydney wearing a bright yellow bikini, a floral coverup, and a huge smile. She was holding a couple grocery bags by the handles.
“Hey sweetie!” I exclaimed. “Becca’s not here for the evening. She’s probably going to be out until tomorrow.”
“I know that, silly,” she said as she walked around me and into the house. “I’m here to make you dinner. And keep you company,” she added with a wink. She set the bags down in the kitchen, then gave me a lovely hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Uh, does Becca know you’re here?” I asked, suddenly feeling like this situation might get me in trouble.
“Of course, she does. She’s the one who asked me to come over and spend some time with you.”
Well, then… Maybe I wouldn’t be as alone as I thought I would tonight.
“You don’t have to cook me dinner, Sydney. I should cook you dinner,” I said, helping her unload the bags.
She pushed me out of the kitchen and took off her coverup, setting it on the countertop. “Just relax and enjoy the evening for once. I’ll be taking care of everything.”
The görükle escort meaning of ‘everything’ became loud and clear, based on her intonation and the look she gave me when she said it. I was pretty sure I was going to enjoy tonight immensely. When she pulled the ties on her bikini and displayed her nude body like it was no big deal, I knew for sure that I would.
I told Sydney I had just a little more work to finish and went upstairs. I spent a half hour responding to emails, which led to more work, then hurriedly logged off my computer for the night before anyone else could ping me. Something already smelled fantastic, and I was anxious to get back downstairs. Stopping in my bedroom to take my t-shirt and shorts off, I walked down to the kitchen completely nude and saw that the table was set for two. Sydney had made steaks in the broiler with baked potatoes and garlic buttered green beans.
“This looks delicious, Syd,” I said, stealing a glance at her little B-cup boobs with the dark pink nipples.
“Thanks, Tim,” she replied, blushing as she caught me looking.
“You really didn’t have to do all of this,” I assured her. “I would have been fine on my own for the night.”
“I know that. And I’m sure Becca knows it as well. I think she just didn’t want you to be alone tonight, knowing that she would be leaving for school soon.”
“What did she ask you to do?” I asked. I was curious about this conversation.
“She asked if I wouldn’t mind spending time with you. It was my idea to make dinner. And her exact words about tonight were, ‘I want you both to enjoy each other’s company in whatever form that takes.'” She blushed again as she cast her eyes to her plate.
What the hell? Was Becca pimping out her friend to me? I know she probably didn’t intend it like that, but I didn’t want Sydney to feel pressured to sleep with me or anything. I determined just to let the evening play out and let her take the lead. If Becca was OK with all of this, then I guess I should be fine with whatever happened.
The sun was just past the horizon, but it was still very warm outside. I suggested we relax in the pool and Sydney was more than happy with that. I turned on the pool lights and the back yard was suffused in a cool blue glow. I took her hand and led her down into the water and we floated and splashed around for a while.
“So, just out of curiosity, how did this all start between you and Becca?” Sydney asked out of nowhere.
I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat. What should I say? Should I tell her the truth? I decided that Sydney and I were close enough now that I could be honest with her.
“Well, do you remember that time earlier in the summer when you and Becca were out here by the pool and you both fell asleep?”
She thought for a moment before saying, “Was that the time that you woke us up with your splashing around? And then you hurried inside?”
I nodded. I was thankful for the lower light because my face was probably turning red.
“Yeah. I had walked out here to join you guys on my break and saw that you were sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you up, so I quietly slipped into the pool. Well, after swimming for a couple minutes, I swam over to you and noticed your bare feet. Yours and Becca’s. But at first, it was just you.”
“Me?” she asked.
I nodded again. “This all started with you, believe it or not.”
“How am I to blame?” she asked, giving me a defensive look.
“You’re not to blame, Syd. I’ve just always thought you were a little cutie. And as you now know, I have a foot fetish. So, when I saw your pretty little bare feet by the edge of the pool, I had to take a closer look.”
Sydney’s jaw dropped and she tried to hide her smile. “You were perving on my feet?” she asked.
“Yes. Yes, I was,” I admitted, chuckling. “Anyway, after I looked at your feet…and legs…and ass…”
Her hand shot out and gave me a playful slap on the shoulder as she exclaimed, “Gross!”
“…I looked at Becca as well. I had literally never even noticed her in that way until that moment. But after that, I couldn’t help seeing her as the beautiful young woman she has grown into. I tried to fight my feelings, but my mind was always justifying things, reminding me that she was now eighteen, and not related to me by blood.”
Sydney gave me a look, and I knew she was judging me a little bit.
“Trust me, I know what you are thinking. I thought those same things about myself. But I wouldn’t change how things have worked out for anything in the world.”
“You love her?” she asked.
“I do,” I replied.
Sydney nodded, then paused. “How do you feel about me?” she asked quietly.
Her question caught me off guard. Did Sydney have a crush on me? To be honest, I probably had a little bit of a crush on her as well.
“In another world, Sydney…” I said seriously. “Do you understand what I mean?”
She swallowed nervously and nodded again, and for a fleeting moment escort bayan it looked like she might cry. But she was good at hiding her feelings and quickly recovered. She smiled shyly. “So, you think I have a nice ass?”
“I think you have a phenomenal ass,” I said, smiling broadly.
There was a sudden awkward silence as we stared into each other’s eyes. I tried to think of something witty, but nothing came to mind, so I swam close to her and said, “Thank you for dinner. It was lovely.”
“You’re welcome,” she said quietly. I heard the change in her voice and knew that we were feeling the same things.
Sydney’s eyelids fluttered and she took a nervous breath as I entered her personal space. I leaned in slowly for a kiss and her lips met mine. We stayed like that for a moment, then I maneuvered us to the edge of the pool. I pushed her back up against the side and held onto the edge with her between me and the tiled wall, kissing her passionately. Her arms encircled my shoulders, and I pulled her close. Our chests were pressed together, and she wrapped her legs around my hips, locking her ankles behind me. I could feel my manhood steadily growing erect as I moved my hands lower and held her up by her hot little ass. As we made out, she whimpered and began to grind her pubic area into my stomach. I ended the five-minute make-out session and growled, “Let’s take this inside.” Sydney nodded her agreement as she tried to catch her breath.
I grabbed dry towels from a cupboard on the back deck and handed her one. We made a half-assed effort of drying off as we entered the house, tossing the towels on the floor. Sydney didn’t even attempt to go upstairs. She just grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room.
The gorgeous little 18-year-old brunette threw herself backward onto the couch and pulled me on top of her. We kissed as my hands explored her body, touching her breasts, and squeezing her little nipples. Even though we had already had sex, I hadn’t really enjoyed much foreplay with her, and I intended to correct that oversight. I broke the kiss and gave her little pecks down her neck as I moved toward her chest. I studied her magnificent B-cup breasts, noticing every tiny bump and wrinkle in her dark pink areolae. Her nipples were completely erect, and I couldn’t help taking one in my mouth and sucking on it, feeling the texture and firmness on my tongue.
Sydney moaned quietly, wrapping her fingers in the back of my hair, and holding my head to her chest as I suckled on her. I switched to the other nipple and continued massaging the first with my fingers, rolling and pinching it. My head spun with desire as I licked my way down her stomach and stuck my tongue in her little navel. She giggled and tried to push me away, so I headed even lower.
With my hands on her narrow hips, I kissed her smooth pubic mound, feeling no stubble on my lips. I smiled to myself as it occurred to me that she must have prepared for this. I noticed that her scent was much more subdued than it was the last time we were together, probably from our time spent in the pool. But it was there and growing stronger by the second as her arousal mounted. Her legs were closed, and I kissed the top of her vulva, working my tongue between her puffy outer labia.
Sydney moaned again as her thighs parted and her right leg fell to the side, allowing me better access to her sex. I buried my face between her lower lips and breathed in her fresh musk. Sydney’s natural scent was hormonal and pungent, and I just couldn’t get enough. I stuck my tongue out and drew it up the length of her slit. She tasted just as sexy as she smelled.
I ran my fingertips between her lips and coated them with her slippery fluid. Then I shifted back up to kiss her as I penetrated her with my fingers. She cried out with an ‘ohhh’ as I buried my digits inside her, stroking her tight vagina. I wrapped my hand around the back of her head, holding her in place, and giving her no choice but to stare into my eyes as I masturbated her.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” I promised quietly.
Sydney’s eyes fluttered and she exhaled nervously. “You’re all talk,” she whispered defiantly, daring me to follow through.
With a knowing smile, I moved back down between her legs and laid a hand on her lower abdomen as I curled my fingers upward and stroked her G-spot. She let out a low whine that sounded like she was in pain, but I was reading her body, and everything pointed toward pleasure. I began thrusting my fingers hard and fast inside her as I stimulated her pleasure spot and her eyes closed of their own accord. Sydney cried out as I worked her into a frenzy. Her thighs shook and her fingers and toes curled up.
“Look at me, Sydney,” I commanded as I rocked her little body with my intense finger work.
Her eyes flew open, but they were distant and glassy. I thrust inside her body roughly, bouncing her hips off the couch with each inward push, and an unearthly keening issued from deep in her throat. Finally, she screamed as her body lost all control. A geyser of warm liquid exploded from within, and I yanked my fingers out, catching much of the spray on my face and in my mouth. It was a wellspring of vaginal ambrosia and I drank it all.
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