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My name is Becci, I'm 21 and studying English and History at a university in England. I'm quite a pretty girl, even if I say so myself. I'm of average height with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a good looking trim figure with 32B boobs. I get my looks from my mother and my brains from my father. I have two brothers both older than me who have flown the 'family nest' - if you can call it a nest! My mother destroyed our nest on my fifteenth birthday when she went to live with her lover in Manchester leaving my father devastated and virtually a broken man. At this time my father had me going through the latter stages of puberty and important school exams and my two siblings going away to university. Although he has quite a good job it was difficult for him to look after us all, but he did his very best both morally and financially, and for that I will be eternally grateful to him. It's funny, because I think the difficulties and the hardships he endured to care for us all actually bonded us into a more solid family unit.

It had been a difficult year at university and I was pleased when my father agreed to come and collect me to take me home for my summer holiday. When I saw him arriving in his Ford Estate I ran over and threw myself into his arms and gave him a hug and a kiss which I think embarrassed him in front of some of the other graduates. He might have been embarrassed but he certainly held me tight - tighter and closer than I ever remember him doing before.

He whispered in my ear, "Oh Becci! I've missed you so much these last few months. It's so nice to see you again."

"And I've missed you Daddy," I replied hugging him even tighter. I sensed that there was something 'not quite right' with Daddy compared with the other times he had come to pick me up. He broke the hug and kissed me on the cheek as he held my arms down by my side. I noticed as I looked at him that his eyes had a tear or two in them. I've never seen Daddy this way before: he was always strong. Always there for me. He was my rock! When I was younger he had cuddled and tended me when I hurt myself, and when my first boyfriend ditched me for my best friend he was there again to pick up the pieces. No, this was a different Daddy: a Daddy that I didn't know and a Daddy that I was determined to help.

While I was saying goodbye to all my friends Daddy loaded the car with all my luggage including carrier bags, cardboard boxes, laptop and books and then came round and opened the door for me to get in the passenger seat. As I went to get in he bowed and waved his hand towards the car and said, "My Lady. Your carriage awaits." A little enough gesture but my heart filled up with pride to think that my father was acknowledging me as a 'lady' and not a daughter or just a young girl. "Thank you driver," I said with a smile as I took my seat in the car.

We drove down the motorway discussing just general tit bits - about my year in university and my exams and how his job in photography was going. Also about the time Aunty Pam came visiting him a couple of weeks ago and how she ran my mother down into the pits of hell! Although Aunty Pam was my mother's sister she had no time for my mother! "That little hussy deserves everything she gets," was her comment on the situation. I think deep down my aunt had a soft spot for my Daddy.

Every now and then as we drove the long way home, my father would put his hand on my knee, squeeze it and say, "It really is nice to have you back. I have missed you so much these last few months." In return I would place my hand on top of his hand, squeeze it and say, "It's nice to be home again, Daddy." The feel of his hand on my knee, especially when he squeezed it, would send a shudder up my thighs until it reached my love chamber where a little love juice was released in anticipation of more stimulations.

After a couple of hours driving we stopped at the motorway services for something to eat and some fuel. Daddy, as usual, complained about the prices and how anyone who goes to those places are being ripped off because they are a 'captive audience'. But the break was welcomed as was the food and the refreshments.

We arrived home at about 8:30 in the evening. It was still light and the house and garden looked immaculate - just the way my father always kept it. "You go in Becci and put the kettle on for a cup of tea while I offload the car. There's fresh milk in the fridge." I don't know if he saw the disappointment on my face but he suddenly added, "Or there's a few cans of lager if you prefer." I think the smile on my face told him what my preference was. "And you can pour me a stiff whisky while you're there," he added with a grin. "And don't forget the ice!"

While Daddy unpacked the car I was 'popping' and drinking a can of ice cold lager. I had already poured his whisky - I'd made it a really large one because I thought he needed relaxing. Tomorrow was Saturday and he didn't have work, so the drink driving issue didn't enter into the equation. He finally joined me in the lounge, a little hot and bothered, but basically uns**thed from unloading all my stuff. I handed him his drink, raised my can of lager and said, "Cheers!"

We both flopped down on the large brown three seat leather couch, just like we had when I was a small girl. Him on his middle section and me to his right. The lager was going down well - a habit I managed to acquire in the student's union bar at university. My father had finished his whisky in just a few sips. I snatched the glass out of his hand and went to the kitchen to pour him another. "Don't forget the ice", he shouted to me as I reappeared with his large whisky, complete with ice in one hand and another can of lager for me in the other.

I handed him his glass, flopped down on the couch in my usual position, looked him in the eye and asked outright, "What's the matter Daddy? I've noticed you've been a little distant today. Is there anything I can do?" He smiled at me. He always had a twinkle in his eye when he smiled.

"I've missed you Becci. I mean really missed you, especially since your brothers moved out. This house can be so lonely at times. I sit here on the couch most evenings watching television and my mind just wanders to how it was like years ago compared to now. The house was so full and lively then and now it's so quiet and empty. It's so nice to have you home again."

I snuggled up to his arm and laid my head on his shoulder and said, "It won't be like that for a good while now Daddy. Your little scamp of a daughter is home on holidays and we will be spending lots of time together." He shifted in his seat, put his arms around my shoulders and hugged me tightly. He kissed my hair as I hugged him back. As my arm went to go around his waist to hug him I thought I heard a little whimper coming from his throat. My eyes glanced down at his lap and I was surprised to see what looked like an erection in his trousers. I kept watching and when I saw it twitch I knew for certain that my father had an erection. Was it just something that sometimes happen to men? Or did he have an erection because of me hugging him so closely? As my mind began to race he broke his hold on me, stood up and said that it was time he went to bed as he was tired after the driving. I stood and kissed him goodnight. There was no hug back this time and I wondered whether it was me who had caused his erection and how he might now be feeling guilty or embarrassed about it. He turned and went to bed leaving me in the lounge to finish my can of lager before going to my bedroom for some sleep.

I woke early next morning with the sun streaming through the small gap in the curtains. I stretched and yawned and didn't know whether to get up or snuggle down for a lay in. My decision was made for me when my bladder decided it needed some relieve from the beer I had drunk the previous night. I threw back the bedclothes and walked to the bathroom passing Daddy's bedroom on the way. His door was open and as I glanced in I could see that he was already up, probably downstairs getting breakfast ready. I reached the bathroom, opened the door and entered. There was Daddy, standing by the bathroom sink having a shave. He was completely naked except for the shaving cream covering his face and chin. He turned from the bathroom mirror, his mouth agape with surprise and just stared at me. Not knowing what to do I said, "Sorry Daddy, but this is a matter of urgency. I need to use the toilet right now." I walked forward toward the toilet, lifted my short nightie and sat down on the toilet seat. Daddy was still awestruck I think. He just stood there, razor in hand, mouth wide open, staring at me. I was looking straight at him as my water began to flow. The sound of it hitting the water in the pan obviously excited him as I saw his cock starting to grow. Within a few seconds it had grown to its full length - probably a very nice eight inches or so. Despite having shaving cream hiding most of his face he still made a nice looking athletic man. A real turn on! Daddy picked up the towel he had used to dry himself after his shower and tried to hide his embarrassment and his erection.

I finished my pee and after wiping myself I rose off the seat. I straightened my nightie and flushed the toilet. I walked toward the door but just before opening it, I turned to Daddy, looked at his enlarged cock and said, "If you need help with that Daddy you'd better give me a shout and I'll see what I can do." With a naughty smile on my face I blew his a kiss. I just managed to close the bathroom door behind me when the towel that he had thrown hit the door and his words of "Get out of here," reached my ears.

I went back to my bedroom and climbed into bed, my mind racing. I couldn't stop thinking about Daddy's cock. I was getting really wet and just had to start fingering myself. I slid my fingers between the lips of my labia and moved them upwards towards my waiting and enlarged clitoris. It wasn't long before I was experiencing one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. All I could think about was Daddy's cock and the thought of it penetrating my pussy and how much I wanted to taste and suck it into my mouth. This was the first time in my life I realised that if the opportunity ever arose I would fuck my father and would enjoy doing it.

I decided to dress in a light summer dress and went downstairs. Daddy was in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea. As I entered the kitchen he looked up from the newspaper he was reading and said, "Good morning, babe. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes thanks", I replied, pouring myself a cup of tea and taking a seat at the kitchen table. I started sipping my tea, not daring to look directly at Daddy but trying to catch side glimpses to see what his mood was like after our encounter in the bathroom earlier that morning.

"Do you have anything planned for today?" he asked.

"I was thinking of popping into town to see some of my old school friends. But apart from that nothing special."

"I can run you in if you want or you can take the car. I won't be needing it today. I was planning on a day in the garden. Tonight we can either go out to a restaurant or I can rustle something up for us. Which do you prefer?"

"I think I prefer to stay in and have a homemade meal, if that's OK with you. And I will borrow the car if you don't mind."

"Sure," he replied tossing me the car keys. "Dinner will be ready at about eight," he said as he rose from the table, folded the newspaper, placed his cup and saucer in the dishwasher and went out into the garden.

There had been no mention of this morning's happenings. No reprimand, no telling off, no comment. There had been no indication on his face that anything was wrong. My mind was beginning to race again. Did he ever intend saying anything about this morning? Was he offended? Shocked? Angry? Pleased? Should I be 'forward' with him again to see what happens? I needed to clear my head and I had a whole day to do it in.

I arrived home at 7'oclock. Daddy was in the kitchen cooking. When he saw me he said, "You're home early. I wasn't expecting you till eight. Did you have a good day?"

"Yes thanks Daddy. Dinner smells nice. I'll just go and have a shower if that's OK with you."

"Sure. You know where the clean towels are."

The shower was refreshing. It had been a rather warm day and I enjoyed the feel of the lukewarm water on my body. I gave myself a quick dry with the towel, put a pair of panties on and threw a light summer frock over me. No need for a bra I thought; I'm not going anywhere tonight. I added a little dab of perfume behind each ear and was all set for dinner.

As I walked down the stairs I saw my reflection in the long mirror on the wall. I stopped and checked my appearance. A little turn this way and a little turn that way and I could see that the summer frock showed more of my figure than I thought. My nipples were erect and you could clearly see them in this dress! There were also a couple of damp patches on the dress - obviously where I hadn't dried myself properly after the shower. The dress material was so sheer the damp patches were virtually transparent. I considered saving Daddy's blushes and going back upstairs and changing my dress but that naughty little voice in my head told me not to. I winked a wicked wink at myself in the missor.

When I entered the kitchen Daddy was just carving the meat. He looked up from the carving dish, looked me up and down, smiled and said, "Very pretty Becci. You've certainly grown into a very beautiful young lady." I was conscious that his gaze faltered at my nipples and at the wet patches on my stomach. His eyes wandered everywhere. They travelled from my face down to my nipples then to my stomach and finally to my legs before returning to my face. I think I started to blush a little so went to sit down at the table. "Would you like some wine with your dinner," he asked, his eyes now back on the joint of meat.

"That would be nice. Thank you Daddy," I replied as he went to the fridge and took a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc out. He placed it on the table with two rather large wine glasses and then returned to the job at hand - preparing dinner. I opened the bottle and poured two rather large glasses of wine. I was on holiday and I intended to enjoy myself.

Two bottles of wine later, our stomachs full of roast beef and the dishes in the dish washer, we trotted into the lounge and flopped in our usual positions on the couch - Daddy in the middle and me on his right. Daddy picked up the remote control for the TV and was happily flicking through about 200 channels of rubbish! He did however find a station showing a game of football and that is when he placed the remote control on the cushion to his left, where he knew I couldn't reach it easily. He knew I was not a fan of football He settled down to watch the game and drink his glass of wine while I was left with just my wine to enjoy.

After about 10 minutes I decided that enough football was enough and stretched over his lap to reach the remote control. As I stretched over him my arm rubbed across his lap, my arm rested on his crotch and I could feel that he had an erection. I kept my arm there for a while pretending that I couldn't quite reach the control but at the same time ensuring my arm was pressing down and moving slightly over his cock. I was right! He did have an erection and it was getting bigger. Eventually I managed to grasp the remote control and as I moved back to my sitting position I caught him peeking down my dress. His eyes quickly looked away when he realised that I had seen him sneaking a look at my breasts and nipples. I flicked a few channels until I found a film and then reached over him again to place the control back on the cushion next to him. Again I rested my arm on what was now a full blown erection. It felt massive and must have been causing him some discomfort. Instead of returning to my sitting position I curled my legs up under me and rested my head on my father's chest. My light summer dress had now risen someway up my legs but I didn't mind. I wanted him to see my legs or possibly even more!

My head was resting on his chest, my face only inches away from the outline of his bulging cock in his trousers. I moved slightly, pretending to make myself more comfortable, but this time I put my hand directly on his bulge. I waited for some kind of reaction but all I could hear was his breathing getting heavier. I moved my hand slightly as if to make it more comfortable and I heard an audible gasp coming from his lips.

"I'm not hurting you laying like this am I Daddy?"

There was a slight pause before he answered, "No Becci. You're OK."

I was now getting a little excited myself. I could feel my love juices starting to flow and knew that I would need to do something soon to relieve the pressure that was welling up inside me. As I was thinking this my father put his arms around me and squeezed me, his right hand resting only inches away from my now erect nipples. If I could only shift myself a little his hand might actually touch my nipple I thought to myself. I slightly changed my position and his hand, or more accurately his fingers, rested on my dress just where my sensitive and swollen nipple was hiding beneath my dress. He must have taken the hint because his finger started to trace a very light pattern around and over my nipple and areola. His movement made it seem like he was just moving a finger. Did he realise it was actually stimulating me? I think he knew exactly what he was doing.

Now was the time to take the bull by the horns or perhaps I should say take Daddy's cock in hand! My hand was already resting on his bulge. With some trepidation and fear I gripped the bulge and squeezed it gently. There was an audible moan from Daddy and his fingers were now more pronounced on my nipple. I moved my hand up and down his cock and as I did his fingers started to play with my nipple. There were tiny moans coming from his throat and his cock was now pushing back into my hand. I stroked his cock for about 2 minutes waiting for some kind of rebuff from Daddy but it never came. I think he must have been enjoying it. My fingers searched for the zip of his trousers and gradually pulled it down. I was still expecting some kind of resistance from Daddy - expecting him to suddenly realise what was happening - that his baby girl was slowly seducing him. There wasn't any. When I realised that he was not going to stop me my hand went inside his trousers and I found the slit in his underpants and then my goal - his hot and throbbing cock! It jerked a little in excitement as my cool hand found it. Daddy was breathing quickly and his finger and thumb was rolling my nipple through my dress. I wish now I had worn a blouse that could have given him easier access to my breasts.

My hand played with his cock while trying to ease it out of his trousers. Finally it came, released from its confines, and I had my first close up view of his cock. It was circumcised and the pink-purple coloured glans was already covered in some pre-cum which I love to taste. My thumb moved across the head spreading the pre-cum all over the glans. Daddy was moaning with delight as my thumb found his little pee-hole and taunted it by drawing little circles over it.

I shifted my position and now knelt on the couch cushion next to Daddy so that I could suck his cock. Daddy's hand immediately went to my legs and caressed them all the way up to my panties. I parted my legs a little hoping he would feel how wet my panties were but for the time being he was happy just running his hand up and down my legs, from my knees to my thighs. I opened my mouth a little and my tongue licked the head of his cock. I could feel the shiver going through Daddy's body starting at his toes and finishing in his head. His left hand was now caressing my hair and pushing my head down towards his cock. I licked it again and again enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum. My mouth opened and my right hand guided his cock into my hot and eager mouth.

I've sucked cock before but not with as much relish as this one. This was my Daddy's cock. It was the cock that fucked my mother and released me into her! And now this cock was going to squirt it's white offering into my mouth and I was going to enjoy every moment of it. I sucked and licked it like a little k** sucking on a lollipop. My tongue travelled over the head and around the rim until it found his pee-hole and when it did the tip of my tongue tease and taunted it. Daddy's moans had now grown to gasps as one of his hands held my head in place while the other caressed my inner thighs. My panties were soaking wet, my pussy afire with desire as my tongue and mouth worked on his throbbing and enlarged cock.

My right hand held his cock in my mouth and I started to stroke it. First slowly but then as my father's hip thrusting increased I knew that he was close to ejaculating. I increased the speed of stoking and was helping my father fuck my mouth! Suddenly, and with no warning, his hips lurched upwards, his mouth let out a loud groan and I felt his hot juices pump into my mouth and down my throat. I almost gagged on the quantity of semen that he was pumping but I managed to control it and I swallowed and savoured every drop. Daddy was breathing heavy and his body was still pumping and lurching although, by now, there was nothing left to pump. I had emptied his balls of everything they had to offer! I continued sucking and licking his cock until I started to feel it go flaccid. I knew then that his sexual appetite had been sated. His hand had stopped holding my head by now and before I realised it he managed to push me back onto the couch. I thought that it was now going to be my turn for some pleasure but instead he stood up, zipped his trousers up, crossed the room and went out the door. I was left in a high state of arousal but with no-one to satisfy it! Daddy left the room without saying a word.

I sat on the couch, alone, for some minutes wondering if Daddy was going to come back. It was only when I heard the back door closing and the car engine starting that I realise he was not going to satisfy his little girl and if I wanted any satisfaction at all I would have to rely on my fingers and my dildo again. I went to my bedroom, found my dildo, laid on my bed and got to work doing what I had hoped Daddy would have done a few minutes earlier.

When I woke it was pitch dark. The house had taken on the quiet eeriness that it does in the middle of the night. It took me several seconds to realise where I was and what had happened. A smile came to my lips as I remembered the evening's enjoyment I had had with my Daddy and a tingle returned to my lower parts. Then I remembered how Daddy had left. Did he leave in anger or did he leave because he felt ashamed - or was there another reason? Was he back safe and sound? I had to go and find out. I was laying naked in bed and wondered if I should put a dressing gown on but when I considered what we had done that evening it seems a little silly, so I left my bedroom in the nude and went a little way down the passage towards Daddy's bedroom. Before I even got to his door I knew that he was home because I could hear his heavy breathing. The door was ajar, I peeked inside and saw a shape in the bed that could only have been Daddy. I sighed a sigh of relief and returned to my bed where my dildo friend was going to satisfy my sexual cravings for the second time that evening.

I woke next morning to the smell of bacon frying. There never has, nor ever will be, anything like the smell of bacon cooking. I threw the duvet off me, found a pair of panties to wear and slipped a T-shirt on and let my nose guide me towards the kitchen. As I enter I saw Daddy, spatula in hand looking at the bacon in the frying pan. He look up at me when I entered, smiled and wished me a good morning. I went over to him kissed him on the cheek, wished him good morning and holding his arm with both hands, watched the bacon frying in the pan. "Do you want any eggs with your bacon?" he asked.

"Umm! No thanks," I replied, "Just some bacon will be fine."

"Help yourself to some tea," he said as he scooped the bacon out of the pan and placed it on two plates. "I'm going to make myself a bacon sandwich," Daddy said as he sat down at the table, placing one plate in front of me and the other in front of himself.

I was waiting for some comment about last night but Daddy just made his bacon sandwich and started eating it with relish. I felt like telling him that if he had eaten me last night like I wanted him to he might not be so hungry this morning. But that would have been crude and cruel; it might have upset him which in turn might put my 'holiday plans' in jeopardy.

My mobile phone message alert sounded which startled us both a little. I picked the phone up and saw it was a message from Sharon asking me if I wanted to go to a barbecue next Saturday evening. I mentioned it to Daddy and he encouraged me to go because he was having a few of his friends around that Saturday for a 'men's adult night'.

I looked at Daddy and said, "You mean some of your mates and you are going to watch a cheap porno film and have a few drinks!" He smiled and said that it happened regularly and it was his turn to host it this week.

"Fine," I replied as I tapped out an acceptance to Sharon and pressed the send button.

Daddy finished his bacon sandwich, drunk his tea, kissed me on the forehead and headed out the door to go to work. "Be home about 6 tonight," he said as he closed the door behind him, leaving me to eat my breakfast and drink my tea alone. I sat wondering what he must be thinking about last night's sexual activity. It's not every day a man gets his cock sucked by his daughter! Why hadn't he said anything? Why did he not show any signs of emotion or love or wrongdoing on his face? Did he even remember? Perhaps he thought it was a dream and it didn't really happen: l knew it had happened, and as I recalled it in my mind's eye my pussy started to get damp again, my nipples swelled and hardened, and my clitoris started to react. I finished my breakfast, went to my bedroom and enjoyed a sex session with my dildo.

The week passed with nothing special happening and certainly nothing sexually happening between me and Daddy. He was coming home late from work most nights and going straight to bed claiming to be 'dead tired'. He was always up earlier than me and had gone to work before I climbed from the pit of my sleep. That week I saw very little of my Daddy. Was he avoiding me I wondered?

Saturday dawned and I could feel the sun's heat through the window curtains. I threw back the duvet, jumped out of bed and opened the curtains. The sun's rays hurt my eyes and I had to screw them up to protect them. When I eventually managed to open them I noticed our next door neighbour looking up at my window. I waved to Mr Johnson who waved back and then glanced around at his house. It was then that I realised I was topless and he could see my breasts. "A treat for you Mr Johnson," I said to myself, with a smile on my lips. He was obviously worried that his wife would see him looking which is why he kept moving his eyes away from me back to his house. I wondered what was going through his mind as he watched me. He must have been in his early seventies. Do men that age still have sexual desires? I might find out one day!

I threw a loose flowery summer frock over my head, found a pair of sexy panties in my draw and finished with a pair of flip-flops. Today looked as if it was going to be a scorcher and I wanted to dress cool for it. I went down the stairs, checking myself in the mirror before entering the kitchen. Daddy was sitting at the table reading his newspaper and drinking a cup of tea. I sneaked up behind him, put my arms around him and gave him a hug and a big sloppy kiss on his cheek. "Good morning Daddy. It looks as if it's going to be a scorcher today," I said still hugging him.

"It certainly does," he replied. "Should be a great for the barbecue tonight."

"Yes," I replied, "I'm really looking forward to it, but first I need to go into town for some shopping. Is it OK if I borrow the car Daddy?"

"Of course honey, but I do need it later this afternoon to go and get some drinks for tonight. You haven't forgotten the men's night tonight?"

"No, Daddy. I haven't forgotten and I will be out of the way for you to enjoy your cheap porno films with your friends," I said with a smile on my lips and a glint in my eye. Daddy turned his eyes away from me and back to his newspaper.

I poured myself a cup of tea, tipped some cornflakes into a bowl, added the milk and enjoyed a light breakfast whilst reading the back page of Daddy's newspaper.

I borrowed the car and drove to the local supermarket to get some drink to take to the barbecue. A bottle of vodka and a couple of bottles of wine would be a helpful contribution towards Sharon's costs for the evening. While I was in the supermarket a light summer dress attracted my attention. It was an end of line item, reduced by almost 75%, was in my size and would be ideal for the evening's entertainment. I bought it without hesitation. I left the supermarket feeling snug and pleased with my super buy.

Late that afternoon I had a soak in the bath with loads of bubble bath and then started to get ready for the barbecue. I was only going to wear panties and my new summer dress because of the heat. I tried the dress on and it was a perfect fit but the zipper running up the back was a little awkward to start with. "It will get easier with use," I mumbled to myself. I looked at myself in the mirror and although the outline of my panties could just be seen through the dress there was no sign of my nipples. That won't please the boys!

Next I put my make-up on. The blood red lipstick seemed to go particularly well with the dress and by the time I had finished putting my make-up on I looked like a million dollars - even if I say so myself. I chose a pair of white high heeled shoes to wear on my feet. They were a little uncomfortable but I could always kick them off at the barbecue and walk around bare footed. I found a white matching handbag and I was complete.

I went down stairs and modelled myself for Daddy. "You look stunning," he said. "Absolutely stunning. I envy the boys who will be there tonight looking at you. They will find it hard to take their eyes off you, although I do think the dress is a little short."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said proudly, swirling around a few times hoping to make Daddy a little excited. "This is the length this year Daddy. Any longer and I would look like a frump and everyone would laugh at me!"

"Well, it's sure to set the young men's blood boiling with passion, so be careful," he replied.

I just laughed at him and said, "I'm always careful Daddy." I walked up to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek which left a lipstick mark and told him to behave at his party. "Goodbye, Daddy. See you later - probably around midnight or later," I said as I went out the door and climbed into the car. Daddy followed to see me on my way.

"And don't drink and drive," he shouted as I started the car engine, put the car into gear and drove off.

Sharon lived about 20 miles away and I was leaving myself a good two hours to get there. I hated being late for anything and decided that if I was too early I could stop at a Costa's and have a coffee, and that is exactly what I did. I was only 5 minutes away from Sharon's house but I still had over an hour left on the clock. I pulled into the Costa car park and went inside for a coffee. The place was almost deserted but a few of the men did turn and look at me, examining me with their lustful eyes.

I sat at a table close to the window and pretended to watch what was happening outside in the car park. Occasionally I would turn and look at my audience, pretending to be enjoying my coffee more than the looks and smiles from the men. To be truthful, the coffee was not that good but it was a way of killing time.

My mobile phone rang. It was Sharon. "Hi Becci. I've got a problem. I was getting the barbecue ready when I tripped over my stupid dog. I'm in hospital A & E with a broken leg. We can't have a barbecue tonight."

"Is there anything I can do for you," I replied.

"Not today thanks. Maybe next week you can come over and keep me company for a while."

"OK," I said, "I'll give you a ring early next week and we'll make a date. Take care of yourself and if there's anything you need let me know." I pressed the red button on the phone and sighed. Sharon's accident had left me in a bit of a quandary. Daddy didn't want me home because he was entertaining his men friends and the barbecue had been cancelled. I ordered another cup of coffee while I pondered the situation.

The solution was quite easy really. I had some wine and some vodka in the car. I could go home, sneak in through the back door, making sure no-one saw me and spend the night in my bedroom having a drink or two and watching television. The plan was faultless. I drained my coffee, stood up and headed to the car park. As I went through the door I gave my arse a bit of a wiggle as if waving goodbye to the men. One responded with a wolf whistle. I smiled.

The drive home was easy. The roads were quiet and as I neared the house I saw that there were quite a few cars already parked outside, probably owned by Daddy's male guests. It meant I had to park some way away from the house but that was all right as no-one would hear me arriving. I closed the car door gently and quietly and headed for the back door, clutching my haul of vodka and wine.

As I passed a side window I noticed that the curtains were not fully drawn closed and I could see inside the room. Being a nosey sort of a person that is exactly what I did but I did not expect to see what my eyes witnessed. There were men in the room and they were all naked. I also spotted a couple of females, also naked! So, this is what Daddy meant when he said he was holding a 'men's night'. It wasn't just a couple of drinks and a porno film - it was a full blown orgy!

I would never have believed that my father would even go to an orgy let alone hold one. I glanced around the room to see if I could see Daddy and sure enough, there he was, naked, sitting on an easy chair with a woman sitting on his lap. He was kissing her passionately and his hand was fondling her breasts. My eyes travelled up the woman's body to her face. My heart missed a beat! It was Aunty Pam! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Aunty Pam and Daddy were having sex! I turned away from the window with a shocked look on my face.

My heart was beating fast. My head was pounding. My mind was confused. What was I going to do now? Should I ignore what I had just seen and go to my bedroom as if nothing had happened? I decided that I had little option - my bedroom it was! I opened the back door quietly and entered. I crossed the kitchen to the door to the hallway, opened it quietly, peeked around it to make sure the hallway was clear and made my way to the stairs.

"Hello. What do we have here?" I heard just before I reached the stairs. I froze and wondered what I was going to do. I turned around and standing just a yard away from me was a handsome young black man, naked and with an erection that any man would be proud of. I put the bag containing my drink on the floor close to the stairs. "You're late," he said as he put his arm around my shoulder and escorted me to the dining room. "The party started some time ago."

I suppose I should have just run away but I didn't. I couldn't. This charming man had a hypnotising effect on me and I let him lead me to the dining room. We went in through the door and he announced to everyone there in a rather loud voice, "Look what I've found. A rather attractive late comer to the party." The whole room went quite as everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and looked over at me. I caught Daddy looking at me, his mouth open, as if he was in shock. "What's the pretty lady's name," someone shouted from across the room.

"Its ... its ...its," I mumbled not sure what to say.

Aunty Pam came to the rescue. "This is Penny and she works for John as a photographic model," I heard her say, as she approached me and my escort. "She called me earlier and said that she might be a little late." Aunty Pam was looking me straight in the eye. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Isn't that right Penny?"

"Yes," I whispered moving my eyes down to look at the floor, not knowing where else to look.

"Welcome to the party. My name is Paul," said my black escort standing just behind me. "But you do realise that if you're staying this has to come off." I felt his hand on my dress zipper and I heard the zipper being pulled down. I looked up at Aunty Pam. She was smiling at me - a reassuring smile. I could see Daddy over her shoulder, still sitting with his mouth open - as if he was in a daze. The zip completed its journey from my neck to my bottom sending a little flutter to my stomach.

Paul now moved to stand in front of me. Placing a hand on each shoulder he gently eased the dress off my shoulders. The dress fell to the floor by my feet, exposing my naked breasts and panties. There was a slight gasp of appreciation from Paul as he looked me over from head to toe. "Very nice," he said. "Very nice indeed, Penny. You are indeed a very attractive model. John is lucky he has found you."

"I need to have a quick private word with Penny," Aunty Pam told Paul. "After I've had my word with her she will re-join the party."

Aunty Pam put her arm around my shoulder and ushered me into the kitchen where she pulled a chair up to the table for me to sit at. She then pulled another chair up for herself and sat opposite me. "Are you in shock?" she asked. I nodded. I was stunned and shocked about what I had seen and what was happening. I was just lost for words. "I don't know where to start," Aunty Pam said looking me in the eye. "Your father and I have been holding these parties for the last three years. During those three years your father and I have had sex frequently - sometimes at these parties and sometimes in private. It's not a 'love thing' ... it's just that we both have sexual needs and desires and this was a way we could both satisfy them. We do it for comfort and sexual relief rather than for love. There! Now I've told you everything there is to know about us. Are you angry with us for that?"

I shook my head, "No," I replied. "It just came as a bit of a shock walking in and seeing all those naked people in the house and you and Daddy kissing and canoodling in the chair. I had no idea that Daddy was into this type of party and I certainly didn't know about you and him."

Aunty Pam stood and walked behind me. She leant down and whispered in my ear, "We don't love each other. We do it to relieve our sexual tension. That's all. I hope you can understand that."

"Yes. I understand that."

"Good," she replied. "Now that you know the score, and we have no more secrets, shall we rejoin the party or would you sooner opt out?"

"God no!" I heard myself saying. "I want in! I want to party."

"Come then. Lets rejoin the party but remember ... in there I am Pam, your father is John and you are Penny - a model, not a daughter or a niece!"

I stood up, turned to Aunty Pam and gave her a big hug. "I love you Pam," I said as I felt her large breasts squashing my tiny ones.

"I love you to," she replied. "Now let's go and get a few drinks down us and enjoy the rest of the party."

She led the way back into the lounge walking over towards my father. She picked a bottle of wine up and two glasses from the table which she set down on a small table next to where my father sat. I followed her like a little puppy. She poured two glasses of wine, handed me one and started to sip her wine immediately. I suddenly realised what a difficult situation I must have put her in when I walked into the room earlier and how she had reacted so quickly and calmly to what could have been an awkward incident. She had certainly rescued me from an awkward predicament.

As I started to drink my wine I saw my father looking at me. He had never seen me like this before but somehow there was a look of appreciation in his eyes. He was admiring my body which sent a slight tingle up and down my spine. To break the ice I looked at him and said, "Thank you John, for inviting me to the party." I lifted my wine glass as if to toast him. He raised his glass, smiled at me and then drank some of his whisky. Aunty Pam made herself comfortable on his lap once again.

"Would you care to dance?" said the voice from behind me. I turned and saw Paul standing there with a big grin on his face and a drink in his hand. He was still completely nude with his manhood standing erect in front of me.

My eyes strayed downwards and rested on his erection. "Can you dance with that like it is?"

"We can try," he replied, "or we can go and sit down and you can do something about it."

I smiled, took another sip of my wine and uttered, "A dance would be nice, for now."

He escorted me to the hallway which was a 'make-do' dance floor. He took my wineglass from me and placed it on the telephone table and then held his arms in a dance position. I stepped forward, put my arms around his neck and started to sway to the beat of the music. His arms soon repositioned themselves as he placed both hands on my waist and his body started to sway in tune with mine.

After a minute or two of dancing I had to stop and throw my shoes off. "They're pinching me," I said as I aimed them into a corner of the hall.

"It's a pity your panties aren't pinching as well?" Paul retorted with a smile on his face. I took the hint and removed my panties and threw them towards my discarded shoes. After all, no one else was wearing panties.

"Is that better?"I asked.

"Without a doubt," came the reply as he once again started to dance with me.

I've danced with guys before but not naked. Believe me, it is one of the most erotic things that you can do. With my heels, now abandoned,! was about three inches shorter which, in turn, meant that his cock was now pressing against my lower belly. I could feel him pulling my body closer to his and I sensed a little wetness where the head of his cock was touching my vulva. It was obviously some pre-cum.

"What sort of modelling has John got you doing," he asked.

"Oh! Just clothes for catalogues. Nothing special," I lied.

"He hasn't got you into the porno side yet then?"

The question came as a thunderbolt. Did my father take porno photographs? The idea has never ever entered my head. I thought he was just a photographer. Taking photos of girls modelling clothes for catalogues and the occasional industrial contract.

"No. Not yet," I said.

"I'm sure he will soon. A young lady as beautiful and as well proportioned as you will make an excellent porno star. And you're obviously not shy or ashamed of undressing in front of people so it will be a piece of cake for you in front of a camera. When he does ask you I would love to be the one playing opposite you. I will have a word with him later."

Was there no end to the revelations I would hear tonight about my father! How can I live for 21 years and not know that my father was holding orgy parties, was fucking Aunty Pam and was also a porno photographer! Had I been living on a different planet all these years? Was there anything else waiting to come out of the so called family skeleton cupboard?

"I need to sit down now and rest my feet," I said. Paul broke the dance and escorted me to one of the couches where I flopped myself down. My head was spinning - not with alcohol but with the things I was learning about my father. Paul retrieved my glass of wine and handed it to me. "I think I need something stronger now," I mentioned.

"What would you like?" he asked. "I've seen virtually every type of spirit here, so the choice is yours."

"A large vodka and tonic would be nice." As he started to walk toward the table where the drinks were I shouted after him, "And don't forget the ice."

He was soon back handing me my drink. I took a sip. It certainly was a large vodka. In fact I think there was more vodka than tonic!

He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. I didn't mind. After all, he was a good looking guy with some rather attractive equipment down below.

I took another swig of my drink and took an ice cube into my mouth. At that very moment, as if a telepathic signal had passed between us, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. His tongue traced a path along my lips and forced its way into my mouth. My body starting to tingle, as our tongues touched and his tongue found my ice cube. I used my tongue to push the ice cube from my mouth into his. The heat from our mouths was gradually melting the ice cube but we kept passing it between our mouths as we kissed passionately. Suddenly he broke the kiss and took what was left of the ice cube out of his mouth and held it in his fingers. I felt a sudden tingling on my tits as he traced a pattern with the ice cube around my nipple and areola. My nipples were hard and protruding but the feel of cool ice on them was just explosive! He popped the ice cube back into his mouth, bent his head down and took my tit into his mouth. The feeling of his hot mouth and the cold ice on my tit was so seductive and arousing.

As he sucked one tit his fingers were playing with the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and gently pinching it. My breathing was increasing as was his. I know my areolas had darkening and my breasts were reddening as my sexual excitement increased. I moved my hand and found his cock. He moaned a little as my hand encircled it and squeezed it gently. I thought it was already at its maximum size but as I held it I felt it getting thicker and harder. All I wanted now was his cock deep inside my pussy.

His hand left my tit and travelled down my stomach to my mound of Venus. My legs parted slightly to allow him full access to my wet and hot pussy. His fingers played with my trimmed pubic hair before pushing their way between my legs to my pussy lips. My legs opened wider as an invitation for his fingers to explore further. By now my hand was rubbing his cock - pulling the skin back and forth in a motion similar to a fuck. Paul was moaning with pleasure. His fingers found my pussy opening and one finger entered slowly and found my clitoris. It did little circular motions until my clitoris was large and aching. My pussy was oozing love juices when two of his fingers entered my pussy and he started finger fucking me. It didn't take long. I felt my orgasm starting and within seconds I was bucking and writhing as his fingers brought me to an explosive climax. I was bucking for some time as my climax raced through my body reaching every part. It was a good two minutes before my climax subsided. Now it was Pauls turn for some pleasure.

I straddled his lap facing him, my hands around his neck, and lowered my body down towards his cock. His hands were resting on my waist guiding my pussy down towards his cock. I helped things along by placing my hand down between us and taking his cock in hand put the head in line with my pussy opening. His cock was oozing pre-cum and I ran my thumb over the head. As he moaned and writhed a little I lowered myself further feeling his cock sliding into my pussy. It went in deep. Paul groaned as I started to move up and down. His mouth was licking and sucking my nipples which were now protruding bigger than I had ever known. His cock was in so deep that I could sometimes feel the tip touching my cervix. I think he could feel it as well because he suddenly held me tight, his hips thrust upwards and I felt a stream of his cum shooting deep into my pussy. Three, four, five, maybe more, spurts of his cum hit my cervix and my pussy was flooded with his off white love cream. We were both panting hard as his throbbing cock started to subside.

Minutes later and his cock had shrunk back to its normal size and had slipped out of my pussy. I could feel his cum and my juices oozing from my pussy and dripping onto his cock, balls and legs. I moved off him and sat on the couch next to him. "That was one of the best fucks ever," he said smiling at me. "Perhaps we can do it again one day," he added.

"Maybe," I replied pulling my legs up and tucking them underneath me.

We sat there chatting for maybe half an hour or so. Naked people passing back and forward going to the kitchen or bathroom. Paul got me another drink of Vodka and tonic which again was extra strong. Then another. Then another. Soon I was feeling tired and drunk and my head was starting to spin.

"I have to go," Paul said, "but I'm sure John won't mind if you find a bedroom upstairs and stay the night. I can mention it to him if you want but I'm sure it will be OK."

"I need to find my dress, shoes and panties first," I replied.

"I have them here," Paul said as he stretched down the side of the couch and picked my clothes up and placed them on my lap. "I picked them up when I went to get you the last drink."

"Thank you," I said as I started to get dressed.

"I really have to go now, Penny. I'd like to meet you again if you're willing. I'll let John know on my way out that you are staying here tonight and not to be surprised if he finds you sleeping in his bed." With that he kissed me on the lips, turned and walked back into the lounge.

I made my way to the stairs, climbed them and opened the door to my bedroom. I peered around the door and found my bedroom was empty although it looked as if someone had been there because of the apple pie bed. I threw my shoes and handbag into the corner and just collapsed onto my bed. The room started to spin. I was drunk!

The drink must have made me pass out. The sleep was restful. Morning dawned. I stretched my body and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The happenings of last night gradually filtered back into my mind. I tried to analyse everything that happened or I had learned last night. Aunty Pam and Daddy were fucking each other. My father went to, and held orgies at regular intervals. My father was involved in photographing pornography and I had fucked a guy in my father's house with everyone watching!

Or was it all a dream I thought as I tossed back the duvet. The duvet was the catalyst. When I went to bed last night I remembered that I just laid on top of the duvet - too drunk and too tired to undress and get into bed. This morning I'm naked! Either someone has undressed me and put me to bed or I had woken in the night, taken my clothes off and got back into bed - and that was something I couldn't remember doing! I went to bed last night with my clothes on. Now I was naked! What had happened?

My mind started to race and fill with thoughts that I couldn't explain. I know I was a little drunk but surely I would have remembered what happened once I got to bed. Obviously not so my common sense was telling me! I was on the bed clothed last night. This morning I am in bed - naked! My summer vacation from university was becoming as strange and as fictional as "Alice in Wonderland."

I decided I needed some answers. I got out of bed and threw my new summer dress over me. I looked around for my panties but couldn't find them but then decided after yesterday what difference did it make if I walked around the house without any panties.

I walked downstairs in bare feet. I could smell coffee so someone was certainly up and probably in the kitchen. I opened the door quietly, peeked inside and saw Aunty Pam sitting at the table sipping a mug of coffee. I pushed the door open and entered. Aunty Pam looked up, coffee mug in hand, and said, "Good morning Becci. Or should I call you Penny?"

"Good morning," I replied, pouring myself a cup of freshly brewed coffee and sitting down at the table. The coffee tasted good. I looked around the kitchen. We were alone.

"What happened last night, Aunty Pam? My mind is so confused. I can't seem to remember much at all. I don't know what was real and what might have been a dream."

"Do you remember anything at all?"

"I remember you telling me Daddy and you have been holding orgies and fucking each other for the last three years. I remember being undressed in front of everyone and being fucked by Paul and I remember flopping down on the bed and the room starting to spin. After that I was waking up this morning."

"Well," said Aunty Pam, "everything you remember so far was not a dream. It all actually happened. I saw you and Paul making out on the couch and fucking each other. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, as was everyone else at the orgy."

"The next time I saw you was when I looked in on you last night before going to bed. You were sleeping like an angel and looking so peaceful. You even had a slight smile on your face."

"Was I naked?" I asked.

"I don't know. You were under the duvet so I couldn't really see. Why do you ask?"

"When I went to bed last night I was dressed, albeit only in this dress. When I woke this morning I was naked. How did I get undressed?" I asked.

"That's easy to answer," Aunty Pam declared. "That was your father. He went to check on you after Paul told him you were staying the night. He found you laying there and decided to make you comfortable and put you to bed."

"Daddy undressed me?" I asked.

"Yes, I did," I heard from behind me. I turned and saw Daddy standing there. His hair was a little dishevelled and he looked like he had a hangover. He stood there dressed in just his boxer short.

"Oh!" I replied turning back and looking at Aunty Pam. I could feel my cheeks starting to blush.

"I hope you don't object to what I did Becci. I was just trying to make you comfortable."

"Of course she doesn't," Aunty Pam said looking me straight in the eyes. "After what she saw and learnt about her family last night I doubt there is anything left for her to complain about. She knows everything John. What I didn't tell her I'm sure Paul filled in the missing parts. Am I right, Becci?"

"Paul told me that Daddy was taking pornographic photos and that he was a model for Daddy and he wanted to be photographed with me. He said I was a natural for the pornographic industry."

"And what do you think about that?" Aunty Pam asked.

"I don't know really."

"Well," Daddy said, "he told you the truth about my career. I do take pornographic photographs for different men's magazines and he is one of my models. And he was also right about you, Becci. You have the perfect figure and the looks to make a good model. When I undressed you last night I had a good look at your body. It is perfect Becci. Absolutely perfect. You would be an instant success if you were to do any modelling for me."

I was listening to Daddy but looking at Aunty Pam. She seemed to be nodding in agreement with what Daddy was saying. At least I'd found out who had undressed me and put me to bed. My head was starting to spin again! Was Aunty Pam and Daddy advocating that I should become a porno star?

Daddy came and stood right next to me. He put his hand on my hair and ruffled it a little bit before saying, "It's your decision whether to become a model. Only you can make that decision. The choice is yours. There will be no pressure from either Pam or myself."

"What about University?" I asked.

"You only have a year left before you graduate," Aunty Pam said. "If you want you can wait until you have graduated or you could do some part time modelling whilst still in university. Or you could just forget the whole idea and we will all return to our normal way of life."

"How can it be normal again?" I asked. "You and Daddy are fucking each other and there will be regular orgy parties. How is that normal?" My mind was racing. I didn't know what I wanted. Aunty Pam and Daddy fucking each other came as a shock yesterday but today it was beginning to seem normal. Daddy knelt down by my side and hugged me.

"I know it's hard for you to understand, Becci, but this has been our life for the last three years. We didn't plan it ... it just happened." He finished his hug and stood up but put his hand on my shoulder.

I turned in my chair and stood to face my Daddy. I could see in his eyes that it was difficult for him to be telling me everything. I just looked at him, put my arms around him and hugged him hard. "I love you Daddy. I just want what's best for you and I want to be part of you and Aunty Pam's life." I started to cry openly. Daddy hugged me tighter but I broke the hug and kissed him on the lips. Not a small kiss but a long one, my mouth slightly open.

I felt Aunty Pam standing behind me and her arms went around both me and Daddy. Her ample bosom was pressing into my back and I could feel her breathing. I broke the kiss with daddy and we all just stood there hugging each other. I turned to Aunty Pam and she kissed me on the lips in much the same way as I had kissed Daddy. Her mouth slightly open. I felt her tongue occasionally touching, exploring my lips. It was the first time I had been kissed by a woman and I found it, to my amazement, sexually arousing. My nipples started to harden. Aunty Pam broke the kiss, looked me in the eyes and said in a quiet voice, "Welcome to the family, Becci." I could see that Aunty Pam's nipples were aroused and I could easily make their shape out under her blouse. She sat down at the table and picked her coffee mug up. I did the same, closely followed by Daddy.

There was an awkward moment of silence between the three of us. I wasn't sure what to say and I don't think Aunty Pam or Daddy did either. It was Aunty Pam who came to the rescue yet again when she commented on my pretty summer dress. "I can see why Paul was attracted to you in that," she said. "It shows your figure off perfectly. Don't you think so John?"

Daddy was looking at my nipples trying to poke their way out of my dress. "Yes," he muttered. "I have a very beautiful daughter." As he stood up to get himself another coffee I noticed the erection in his boxer shorts. It was hard to miss as it caused the boxer shorts to tent and there was a small damp patch there. Aunty Pam noticed it as well. She looked at the erection and then looked at me with a knowing smile. I blushed immediately. Did she know about Daddy and me? She moved her hand and placed it on top of mine and squeezed it gently. As if she could read my mind she whispered, "Your father and I have no secrets. No secrets at all." She threw me a smile that seemed to lift all my worries and concerns from my shoulders. So Aunty Pam knew about me and Daddy. Everything was out in the open - at least between the three of us.

"I'm going for a shower," Daddy said after a short time.

"I think I'll join you," said Aunty Pam, pushing her chair backwards as she stood up. Will you be all right for a short time, Becci?" she asked. "We won't be long."

"Yes. I'll be just fine," I responded. "Take as much time as you need."

I watched them leave and heard them go upstairs to the bathroom. It was quickly followed by muffled voices and some laughter. I suspected they were going to have another fuck.

I finished my coffee, put everyone's mugs into the dishwasher and made my way upstairs. As I approached the bathroom I could hear Daddy's moans clearly through the door which was left slightly ajar. I wanted to take a peek but didn't want to be caught. I thought about it and then decided that if I did take a peek the shower would probably be steamed up and they wouldn't see me anyway. I pushed the door open enough just to peek into the bathroom.

There was Aunty Pam, naked, kneeling on the floor, her back to me sucking my father's cock. Her hand was holding his cock in her mouth and she was sucking and licking it as if there were no tomorrow. Only occasionally did she remove her mouth from his cock and that was to kiss and suck his balls before using her tongue back up the shaft to the glans. Daddy's cock glistened, from the tip to his balls, with her saliva. She was certainly making sure that his cock would slide into her pussy easily. As she sucked and licked him her eyes were concentrated on his face.

The shower was running but they hadn't even managed to get in it! My thoughts about the steam would be my camouflage was wrong! There was my Daddy looking straight at me. I think Aunty Pam sensed that there was something different because she stopped sucking Daddy's cock and turned her head to look at me. "Ah! Becci," she said. "Come and join us if you want. I'd like you to and I'm sure your father would as well."

I didn't know what to do. I was cemented to the floor. It appeared that I couldn't move forward towards them nor could I move backwards out of the bathroom. My eyes were transfixed on Daddy's erect cock and Aunty Pam's large breasts with nipples erect, hard and swollen. "Come on Becci. Don't be frightened. No secrets. Remember?" Aunty Pam said with a large smile on her face. It was the smile on her face and the compassion I saw in her eyes that seemed to release me from my cemented spot and I walked slowly towards them.

As I approached, Daddy held his arm out to me and I snuggled in close to him. With his arm snuggling me he bent his head and kissed me on the lips. Gently at first but then with a little more ardour as his slightly opened mouth released his tongue which pushed its way easily into my mouth. Our tongues met and it was like an electric shock passed through my body. My body trembled. I felt a hand, under my dress, caressing my upper legs and realised it could only be Aunty Pam. My whole body was on fire and I had no way of dousing the fire that burned inside me.

Daddy's mouth now opened wider and his kiss contained a wanton desire that would work me up to a sexual frenzy. His tongue explored every part of my mouth. His hand found my breast hiding beneath my dress. My nipples were hard and pointed and his deft fingers found it and played with it increasing my heat and desire. Meanwhile, Aunty Pam's hand had crept further up my leg and was now just below my pussy. I could hear her sucking and licking Daddy's cock as my love juices started to wet my pussy and leak out onto Aunty Pam's hand.

Daddy broke away from our French kiss and started to pull my dress up and over my head. Aunty Pam immediately stopped sucking Daddy's cock and turned her attention to my pussy. It was just a little quick lick and it didn't even find my pussy lips but it sent a tremor and a shudder through me from my toes to the roots of my hair. I had never know anything so sexual or exciting as what was happening to me right now. Daddy was playing with one of my nipples and licking the other while Aunty Pam's tongue was now approaching my pussy lips. I let out an unintentional moan as my sexual frenzy grew to a new height. My legs felt week and turned to jelly. It felt like I was melting from the toes up. My head was spinning and my heart was thumping.

Aunty Pam noticed the change in my body. She stood and said, "I think it would be more comfortable for us all if we go to the bedroom." Daddy agreed. I just nodded, unable to utter anything except a low moan. Aunty Pam took my hand and led me into Daddy's bedroom. The bed was still an apple pie from the night but that didn't worry Aunty Pam. She grabbed the top sheet and yanked it from the bed. She fell onto the bed dragging me with her. Her mouth went to my nipple and her hand went to my pussy where her fingers found my pussy lips and with an adept move she parted my lips and found