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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Padre

THE past times - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' Daddy, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my palpitation knees gently brushed against the silk sheet of paper on his male monarch size bed.

'' pa, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my don body, purring into his ear, my spit vellication just an inch away, already tidal bore to thrash inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my pap stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft sheet away from his gilt skin I could n't assist but pant as his blond pubic pilus came into purview, and then had to fight myself from grabbing hold of him as his recollective, fat irradiation appeared, lying proudly on his midst thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the one percent prison term, my regard locked on the big cockhead, so much large than Jason 's or billystick 's, the only former one I had ever seen. Licking my sass, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my glossa over his glob and up his foresighted prick, what it would finger like to pop the fat top dog between my backtalk and what his spermatozoon would taste like as it dribbled down my athirst throat.

I knew from experience he would n't come alive unless I did something crazy, that he was almost out of the question to rouse once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh doctor, please crap your small daughter feel better, '' I pled silently to his inert bod as I slipped under the canvas and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the showtime time I had lain in bed next to pa while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at initiatory he must have awakened. It was only after spending a number of Nox in Daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his hard-on occurred, how again and again as the time of day passed his penis would lengthen and fatten up as he dreamt. I had learned to transport in the feeling of his stiffness against me.

Over the past four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although nearly nights I 'd only appease two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my pussy prickling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til forenoon but both times he woke to find me dressed demurely in my most materialistic p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd consist defenseless in his arms for hours.

The first time he 'd ejaculated as I lay side by side to him I 'd been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my belly and thighs. I fled that first time, his sticky cream oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been ineffectual to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's spermatozoon for the first time that Nox, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping ointment, reveling in its aroma and savor as I sucked his seeded player off my finger.

Since that showtime dark I 'd often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to defend myself from straddling pappa and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a little while recollective, that we 'd be in Europe soon, knew that for ten week we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to spend the nighttime in Daddy 's bed, have him awaken to my naked consistence curled against him, preparing him for what was to arrive, for what he 'd already started to desire.

~~~~~

'' sweetie, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed beloved ? '' was the showtime thing I heard the future morning as I woke to Daddy gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh dad, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk tack slid below my boob, my ruby tipped pap immediately jumping erect. `` I had a incubus dad, a abominable nightmare, '' I said in a slight girl 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him palpate my pap brush against his chest.

'' But honey, Jesus '' he started to dissent, his eyes raking over my business firm, ripe teenage body.

'' But what dad ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy 's big prick pumping a nocturnal discharge of rich, snowy sauce across my bum and thighs.

'' You 're not, ... I mean you 're not dressed Steffie, you 're naked, '' he complained with a catch in his voice.

'' I always sleep nude now pappa, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the soft silk against my pelt, '' I added, feeling now the coat stickiness that still hung on my back and thighs, pa 's sperm cell finishing me.

'' You 're my daughter sweetie. You know people would n't understand you sleeping naked in your Fatherhood 's bed. ``

'' You sleep raw, '' I pouted. `` And besides, who cares what other people think ? '' I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. `` Besides, you 've seen me raw before - I am your daughter ! And you 're my doctor, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my body. Is something faulty with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my legs and coat of arms, opening myself to my papa 's inspection.

'' Of course not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big missy now. You 've become a woman beloved, '' he stammered as I saw his shaft cost increase from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his tum. `` It 's not right for you to slumber in your papa 's bed. You should n't calculate at me honey when I 'm naked, '' he insisted as he saw my center drift downward to the awakening giant.

'' Even though I had a nightmare Daddy ? I was so scared, '' I moaned fearfully.

Daddy could n't stop himself from pulling me into his warm arms, could n't block himself from asking, `` What was your bad dream about baby ? ``

'' It was dark daddy, so dark, '' I whispered, my lips just inches from his. `` They attacked me Daddy, in a dark alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly, ... they hurt me Daddy, '' I added, whimpering now.

'' Who sweetie ? Who were they ? What did they do to you honey ? ``

'' They hit me Daddy ... so strong, and then they tore the apparel from my trembling body. They scared me so a great deal dad ! They were noncitizen ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly whiskers. They wanted to rape me Daddy, reave me because I 'm an American .... Oh pop, they were so muddied and they made me do direful things, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, repulsion now etched on his face, clearly living his worst incubus, the defilement of his only daughter, but unable now not to pick up all the gruesome details.

'' Oh papa ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his weapons system, the blond Curl on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing barb. `` The big, fat, oleaginous one put his thing in my sass pappa, he made me immerse him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each time he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt dad, '' I wept, my face contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the early one put his fingerbreadth in my rump, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum pappa ... then he put his penis, his big Arab penis ... .they were n't circumcised daddy ... it was awful, filthy ... ''

'' Its okay sweetie, please break off, its okay do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome papa insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his warm arms. `` Daddy will never let you be hurt by anyone dearest, '' he promised, even as his rock candy hard phallus tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about next year Daddy ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many alien in Boston Daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blond and good looking and goodly and wise and happy and Americans and Christians ... ''

'' I 'll always protect you sweetie, '' Daddy promised again as he kissed the tears from my cheeks.

'' You promise dada ? '' I demanded as my lip found my Daddy's.

'' Forever Steffie, '' he insisted as he moved his burning mouth over my expression, swallowing my salty tears.

'' I wish there were Thomas More men like you pop. I wish I could find a young man as handsome and nice as you, somebody big and inviolable to protect me, the boys at schoolhouse are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of rue evident in his articulation. `` You 'll find oneself a overnice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll light in making love with, a boy you 'll desire to conjoin and initiate a fellowship with, '' he continued, but I could see he was well-chosen and excited with my compliment.

'' I do n't need a boy pa ... and no ones as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even tighter, forcing him to feel his slight girlfriend 's now ripe body.

'' God honey, I 'm an old man, way too old and feeble for a beautiful new lady friend like you, '' he protested, but made no attack to make a motion away, in fact seemed to agitate his knockout rotating shaft even harder into me.

'' No you 're not ! All my friends think you 're sooo hot. ``

'' Yeah sure, '' pa responded, a blush spreading across his look. `` I can just see all your 18 year old high school girlfriends thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of my sexy teenage friend getting off on him.

'' You 're only thirty-seven Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of Daddy 's cock throbbing against me. `` When you came out death Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to attack you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

'' And when you got out of the pee and came over and talked to us ... .wow ! ``

'' What ? ``

'' Your thing Daddy .... Your penis, it stretched your wooing so much pa. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

'' Stephanie ! '' Daddy stammered loudly, feigning anger even as he pushed it harder against me.

'' You should bear heard what they said Daddy when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and demand off your case and sense it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm sorry dear, I wo n't wear it again, I did n't mean to embarrass ... ''

'' Its okay Daddy, I liked it. I 'm gallant of my daddy, proud they think you 're such a sexy man. Their fathers are both old guy wire, its only you my friends dream of. Monica told me she got so commove when she had her medical checkup, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

'' Oh God, that 's not right, I 'm her doctor, '' he mumbled.

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the crimson turncock that lay between our bodies. `` Do n't you like it that unseasoned young lady want you Daddy ? '' I teased after a long interruption. `` Would n't you like to hold know to Monica or Jacqui or one of my early Quaker ? ``

'' They 're just girls Steffie ; I 'd never suffer sex with young ally of yours, I 've known them since they were trivial girl, they 're my patient role, '' he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't think they have squeamish trunk Daddy ? You do n't believe they 're sexy when you see them naked in your authority ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're prissy girls honey, but they 're too young for me ... ''

'' They 're woman now pop, like me. Do n't you think I 'm pretty ? Sexy ? Do n't you think men want me ? '' I cooed into his ear, each breathing place tickling him, caressing him, inflaming him.

'' Of grade, you 're beautiful honey, but ... '' he stuttered, reddening as he spoke.

'' If I was n't your daughter, your little girl, would you require to make love to me Daddy ? '' I pressed him for an answer even as my fingers moved onto and around his hardness.

'' Saviour Steffie ! '' He groaned rolling away from me, and then rose up and jumped out of bed, his prospicient shaft bouncing proudly as he moved.

'' Awww, stay in bed with me a few more minutes Daddy, '' I pled as he disappeared into his bathroom. What 's he thinking about I wondered as I heard the shower running. I know your body wants me Daddy but what about you ?

I was on my rachis naked, my branch spread, when dada reappeared minutes later, drops of water dotting his broad chest, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin strands of blond pubic hairsbreadth were no barrier as his centre locked on my pink interior as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetheart, clip to get up, you do n't desire to be late for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his manus over my shake up knee and up and down my inner thigh.

'' God it 's only six-thirty Dad, why are you up so early anyway ? '' I complained as I pushed my knee joint further into his hand, opening myself promote to his hungry gaze.

'' I have an surgical process at eight love, I got ta rushing, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pluck his briefs up his hairy legs, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

'' He 'll never fit, it 's too big, '' I giggled as I watched pop try to block his fat cock under the inadequate material. `` I like it when I see him so hard dad, do you need any helper ? '' I continued as Daddy blushed and turned away from my aegir eyes.

Finally dressed, he turned back to me and gave me a nimble kiss on the forehead before saying, `` Now you be proficient today Steffie. I should be home around seven ; do you want me to peck up something for dinner ? ``

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the booking of our trip going anyway honey ? You 've only got a duad of Day more you know. Have you got it all finalized ? '' he asked as he moved, his eyes never leaving me as he backed towards the door.

'' I finished yesterday papa. I 'll give you all the contingent tonight. Bye, dear you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Christ, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the front door slammed shut, the fingers of my provide hand snaking down between my already damp thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the bulwark mirror facing the bed, and could see my stuff nether lips, my erect clitoris, my digit as they slowly spread my puss and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing finger, yet even this poor replacement for papa 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in minutes, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my plentiful expenditure. I brought my sopping fingers to my oral fissure and reveled in my taste, wishing only that it was mixed with Daddy 's compact Patrick Victor Martindale White sauce.

'' French capital, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index fingerbreadth, `` Just four more than Clarence Day Daddy. We 'll make sexual love for the first time in Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into daddy 's bed over the endure eight years, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us. It had always been innocent until last February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the boys my age who in increasing numeral were flocking around me ; neither he-goat nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that Daddy could arouse with just one kind flavor, one motion, one caress. Lying in daddy 's bed, still warm from his dead body, I thought back to that February night four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

Daddy had surprised me on that night four months ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous night muscae volitantes - my coming out political party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the Sept 1994 Freshman stratum of Harvard University Medical schooltime

I had worn high cad and my sexiest dress, a new, blackamoor, clinging silk figure, to celebrate the occasion, my chest free under the low cut top, the high incision in the frock exposing my firm, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy 's mouth had plopped opened, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how undecomposed it felt to have my Daddy so obviously energise watching me.

His gasped, `` You 're so beautiful Steff, '' combined with the way his eyes roamed hungrily over me excited me in a way I 'd never been before. He 's your Daddy silly, I thought to myself as he walked me arm-in-arm to the car, but still remembered the comments my acquaintance were always making about pappa, about how they 'd get it on to be alone with him.

It was the perfect evening and dad made me feel like a lady friend who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no anterior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to treat him like a real number man, a sexy man. I danced confining than I would throw normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had sentiment after thought of my entire breasts, my intemperate blush nipple ; sitting, I moved my frock so the slit was towards the front, my wispy lean red silk panties continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my knocker, my severe mammilla into his breast, grinding my mound into him as my fingerbreadth gently caressed his whisker, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the first time, felt pop 's dense spear rubbing, probing urgently against my stomach. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when baton, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with turmoil when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the sexual energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new wild, unimaginable, incestuous sexual thoughts whirling through my brain. Waiting, wondering what future, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped software package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the small rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect Edward D. White pearls sitting on a bed of black silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to pinch the bright strand, and recognizing pop 's illumination scrawl, and shaking I read :

dear Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No father on world has ever been luckier than I - to let a daughter as sort and beautiful and intelligent and dainty and lovingness and loving as you is the honorable affair that could possibly have happened to me.

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you family from the hospital. To recollect that today that little girl is now eighteen and soon will be leaving me for university and adulthood is almost inexplicable. I 'm so lofty of you honey, how well you 've done, what an striking person you 've become.

There has never been anyone else in the domain I have loved more than you ; I ca n't imagine having lived my spirit without you in it. You bring so much joy into my animation

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

p.s. I thought maybe you 'd care to wear these pearls when we have dinner in Paris this summer

I think it was that present moment in time when I realized there was no one in the world I 'd rather expend my life with, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to produce be intimate to more than Daddy. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the but person I had ever loved, I felt a billow of sexual attraction reverberation through my dead body, my clapper, my rim, my nipples, my fluent inside, my whole torso responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with he-goat in the back seat of his car, the kissing, the touch, the mad grappling ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of boys and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the night with Jason, just weeks ago, when I had felt for the number one, and so far, only metre, a penis penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my soundbox was now doing, feeling, demanding, urging.

'' Steff, are you okay ? '' finally penetrated into my muzzy thoughts and brought me slowly back to a new reality.

'' Oh dad, your Scripture, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the only man I 'll ever get laid, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to tell apart the new me, wanting him to feel as I, wanting him to grasp that we were destined to be joined in every way.

I could feel a quiver of excitation tremor through his body as our tongues met and explored and could n't help but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

'' Sweetie ! '' Daddy gasped as he pulled back from me, confusion and desire dueling on his face.

After spinning in his arms, I ended up facing away from pa, my house bum pushed back against his erection, his hired hand suddenly full of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his fingers caress me, compress me, before he dropped them as if they were on fervency, gumming, `` Oh Savior Steff, I 'm dreary, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them dad, '' I asked, ignoring his excuse as I slipped the pearls into his left hand and leaned back against his chest.

'' Of course honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to receive something innocent to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to notice his furtive touch.

His hand were like satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my farseeing blond coil to denude me for his tintinnabulation of pearls. I could feel his hint on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end slip free, allowing the cool, white glob to cascade down down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're cold-blooded and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my dress away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the chain of balls swinging between my pap, knowing dada would see my entire white meat, my now straining mammilla as he slowly pulled the fibril upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a real butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck. But I could experience pappa 's fervor throbbing into the pass of my fundament and knew he was feeling the same emotions and desires that were exploding inside of me.

'' They 're beautiful, '' I sang as I danced away from him and into my elbow room, my song of joy a rumination of the happiness I felt at finding my life history partner, my devotee, my only future.

'' Look at the ivory Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to trip the light fantastic in presence of my mirror. As papa walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti lose weight straps off my shoulders and let my top drop-off to my waist, baring my house, entire orbs to his startled eyes.

'' Stephanie ! '' daddy stammered as he stared, uncertain what to say or where to look.

'' There just bosom dada, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearls spirit on me, '' and then started to twirl the necklace over my chest. `` They keep getting stuck on my mammilla papa, '' I complained with a little slur, faking a intoxication that I did n't really find. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one yearn, firm mamilla between my thumb and finger, presenting a wide-cut, unfluctuating orb to him.

'' They 're arrant honey, '' he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his little girl show, believing that this was an unacquainted daughter play and not a dangerous sexual act.

'' I had a perfect day Daddy, I love you so practically, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his strong, welcoming weaponry. `` I 'm so sleepyheaded. ``

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his honey for me so unclouded. As I fell back on the bed I could see a consequence hesitancy before his hands moved to my waist and pulled my dress over my hips and down my branch, leaving me naked except for my pearl and silk panties.

As he hung my dress in my cupboard I started to lower my red gasp, struggling so that when he turned back my wooden leg were in the air and my step-in only at mid second joint. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his most fatherlike vocalization, as if he was just helping me with prep or the peach, but I could palpate the earth tremor in his fingers as he touched me.

'' Do you like my new step-in Daddy, '' I asked, a tipsy, teasing tone still in my interpreter, `` I bought them just for tonight, just for you, just for my favorite man. ``

'' That 's dainty sweetie, '' he responded, as he lifted me so he could get the sheet out from under me.

After finally getting me stage and the sheet placed over my naked tegument he turned to go, whispering a 'goodnight darling'as he started to back away.

'' stay for a few minutes Daddy, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What honey ? ``

'' Lie next to me pa, like you did when I was jr., '' I mumbled drowsily, `` stay with me until I fall asleep. ``

'' Sure honey, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoe and shirt and after a moments reluctance his pants, slipped under the sheet succeeding to me, down now to only his White person boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning sopor, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my brim were less than a half column inch from his cheek, each of my breathing space gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his unassailable chest.

He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping next to his eighteen year old daughter, the uninterrupted hardness against my second joint a graphic proof.

~~~~~

Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his elbow room the next good morning, a question burning at the stake in my genius as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter.

'' What honey ? '' he finally growled as his school principal emerged from under his sheet.

'' What did you mean about City of Light and pearls in your letter last-place night Daddy ? '' I asked impatiently.

'' Oh that, '' he answered nonchalantly as he sat up, not noticing how little of himself was covered.

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

'' Well, do you happen to be doing anything on June 23rd by any chance my dear ? '' he asked mysteriously as he reached for an envelope sitting on the table next to his bed.

'' No dad, you know graduation on the 21st and then I 'm liberal for the summer. ``

Smiling he handed me the envelope which soon yielded two plane tickets. He was grinning as I slowly deciphered the itinerary. `` Pittsburgh - Paris leaving on the 23rd and returning on Aug 30th for two, '' I read. `` But what does it mean dad ? Which two are going to Paris ? '' I asked, more confused now than ever.

'' Well I thought that Doctor Roderick S. Epistle of James and his lovely daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just gain from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a wide grin unsufferable to obtain back.

'' But how ? .... You have work ... Where will we go ? ... Really ... really, just the two of us ? '' I stammered as joy flooded through me.

'' Doctor James River has already told his fellow and the infirmary presidential term that he will be out of the res publica for the sentence geological period covered by those tag my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his last-place opportunity to break his beautiful daughter advice and focusing before she flings herself out into the capital reality. ``

I did n't have him a opportunity to say another word as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kisses. But I could n't aid but detect his desolation as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both concern and hullabaloo as I saw pappa 's penis for the first time, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's hard I wondered as papa asked, `` I take it you 're free then Miss Jesse James ? ``

'' Oh yes Daddy, '' I shouted, `` Where are we going to go exactly ? ``

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the tag - it 's up to you to decide where we 'll go and when. You got four months to make up one's mind and then to leger the rooms and cars and flight and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

'' No buts my lovely daughter, it 's your job. ``

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

And that 's how daddy had left it and me those four months ago and ever since all I 'd thought about was Daddy 's big penis and how I was going to convert him to let me have it for the rest of our lives !

springtime 1994

In the calendar month that followed, through borderland and Apr and May, our family relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that Night. We were suddenly in new unidentified territory ; now longer was it just the guiltless loving father-daughter relationship we 'd lived for eighteen years.

I think it was easier for me, my youth allowing me to immediately accept the fact I wanted papa as my fan, as my hubby. Oh, I knew about society 's rejection of this forbidden love, of society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my head had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him ; gild 's taboos against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my body was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.

Everything I did over those month was directed at making papa accept what I knew was inevitable but still as I studied the problem and incest in oecumenical I was stunned at what I found.

daughter do bonk their fathers like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for individual like me, an lonesome child whose mother had left her when she was ten twelvemonth old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to study my Mommies place and get daddy 's girl.

I set out to make him over those month. I dressed better, no more than jeans or lather and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and skirt ensembles, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't cut the womanhood I 'd become.

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each sentence just seconds longer than normal, making dad sense the fair sex I was.

I 'd join him in the TV elbow room fresh from the exhibitioner, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against him as we watched a rented movie I 'd chosen. Over those workweek and calendar month daddy increasingly stayed household more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social life now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from time to clip, as I 'd sit with him watching a pic I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girlfriend, how come he was spending so much time at rest home. `` I 'm only going to have you for a few more months'sweetie, '' he 'd answer as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing intimate desire he felt for me, could n't avail but find the erection Daddy 'd arise as I wriggled against him, my liberal robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my wide-cut, business firm breasts.

We did n't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating saltation that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to face these forbidden desires that were threatening to overtake him.

I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter dearest, as well as erotic write up of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing story increasingly led me to the website dada had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and factual video recording of male parent making love life to their daughters.

~~~~~

I remembered all this as I lay in Daddy 's bed that June morning, stroking myself, a poor backup man for what I wanted, what I needed. But we 'd be Europe soon, then I knew it 'd go on ...

JUNE 23rd 1994 - genus Paris

Our flight of stairs left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the break of day, arriving at Charles De Gaulle Airport in City of Light at seven pm Gallic time.

After finally collecting our bag and clearing customs duty, something the French are master key at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as pa drove our let car towards our small but upscale four star hotel on the Left bank building I started to talk, knowing I had to explicate exactly what I had done before we got there.

'' About the hotel pa, our elbow room, '' I started tentatively.

'' Un huh, '' he muttered, clearly engrossed in the passing city.

'' The reservation Daddy, it 's .... I mean to say it 's ... '' I stammered.

'' What Steff ? '' he asked, taking his eye of the route for a sec to look at me, a big smile on his face.

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a misunderstanding at first, I mean I did n't plan it ... it just happened when I booked, and then I ... .. well, I just kinda let it go, I ... you might not, I do n't know, like it or ... ''

'' C'mon honey saliva it out, '' he ordered as his mitt left the steering rack for a second and caress my thigh.

'' Well, '' I started again, my side now scrunched up in a near face, `` The hotel might be expecting a married span Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon. ``

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a confuse facial expression crossing his face, his finger's breadth momentarily tightening on my bare pep pill leg.

Rushing now, bore to spill the whole write up in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online registration form papa, I must own filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs. James and I do n't bonk, I did n't vary it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't need two rooms for just two masses, I mean we 'd save money this way and ... ''

'' And why would they think we were on our honeymoon Stephanie ? ``

'' Well that 's sorta complicated dada, '' I mumbled.

'' This is just a job with our hotel in City of Light, right Stephanie ? '' pappa asked, a touch of both anger and entertainment in his voice.

'' Well not exactly pa. '' Seeing a frown spreading across his font, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a good theme pop, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll salvage money and some of them offered limited extras for honeymooner and ... ''

'' So we 're man and married woman in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athinai, the Hellenic Islands, Istanbul love ? '' he asked, the fingers of his free deal now back on the steerage wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes dad, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but commend you did founder me wide responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was repose for mo but I resisted the urge to separate in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, to let him resolve, react.

'' We have n't talked about .... I mean, you know, about what 's happened between us, ... '' he finally started, his nerves evident in his stammering, unsure representative. Getting no immediate response from me he went on, `` I know you think honey, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for Daddy, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking quick glimpse at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd assist him. `` I know I should have said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to believe that ... .. that maybe you thought my eubstance reaction to you entail something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh son of a bitch, we 're here, '' he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the driving force fronting the hotel. `` Lets not worry about it for tonight beloved, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just Koran in and have dinner and then talk about it in the morning. But we do have to babble out truelove, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

'' Yes Daddy, I 'm meritless about everything, '' I whispered, one split sliding down my cheek.

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'' Ah Docteur, Madame James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. `` We gave you our comfortably suite .... No extra charge, '' the handler said after we had filled in the registration notice, a large-minded smile on his expression, `` We do n't often get newlyweds. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into Daddy and kissed him lightly on the lips. `` We 're so tired monsieur, '' I said turning to the director, `` We 'd just like to lavish and change and have dinner in our way. Can you consume dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his whole body signaling favourable reception as his heart hungrily roved over my young, advanced body, wishing it was he who was going to spend the night in my bed.

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It turned out to be a stun suite, the large bedroom with its king size bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period pieces, the balcony open to a vista that led our eyes to Notre ma'am and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the blossom, the fruit basketful, the chocolates, the Champagne-Ardenne temperature reduction ... `` So now, what do you think of my piddling subterfuge my earnest husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a all-encompassing grin on my face.

'' Not bad Mrs. James, '' he finally conceded. `` Now go and get your shower bath, our dinner will be here soon, '' he ordered smiling, giving me a gentle slap on my backside as I started towards the washroom.

'' Would you like to share with me papa ? I think I read they have a weewee dearth over here, '' I offered with a sparkling in my heart,

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me pull my sweater over my school principal, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the door, and dropping my little, fateful, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew dad was imagining every jiggle of my round full tits.

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'' What are you so happy about new lady ? '' dada asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his large consistency encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' Nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was my only natural covering, a robe I 'd bribe just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two inch powerful body seeming to ooze out king and sexuality with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a opportunity to answer we heard the sluttish tapping on the door and pop pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an thin, elderly, uniform bellman, pushing a bag laden cart.

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through sens damaged lungs, but his heart lit up when he saw me, when he saw what I was wearing. His center rushed to my cleavage, to the shadow circles that showed through the tenuous silk, to the hem of my gown, only just covering my blonde curls.

It took him stumbling bit to unload the tray, to set the tabular array, continually taking quick glimpse at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by Daddy, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward.

'' You might have given the poor man a heart attack '' papa laughed as he turned back towards me.

'' Well at least some men find me attractive Daddy. ``

'' You 're wearing your pearls, '' he finally responded as we both sat at the table.

'' You said they were for French capital Daddy, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even all-encompassing, exposing the bone as they dangled in the valley between my breasts. `` Do you like them ? '' I asked.

'' They 're beautiful dear, '' he whispered, not even noticing the pearls as he drank me in.

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the intimate tension between us. We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the dangerous undertaking that awaited us over the following ten calendar week. Neither of us had ever visited European Economic Community before and looked forward to visiting all the places we 'd heard about all our lives. We were to impose the Louvre the future morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as Daddy wheeled the cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the lounge in the bread and butter way, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe assailable, and knew my full knocker were shamelessly exposed, but did n't care, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our repast had been just enough to depress my last persist inhibitions with my father.

'' Sit with me pa, '' I said, patting the seat next to me in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the midsection of the room.

Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the sofa he watched me, his eyes flicking from my breast to my thighs before meeting mine.

'' You 're as bad as the bellboy, '' I giggled nervously, my sang-froid suddenly gone, knowing the future few second were so vital to my future happiness.

He moved towards me, and wrapping his arm around my shoulder and tucking me against his warm body, started to talk. `` Oh Steffie, I love you so much honey. But not like this, not as a man and char, ... not as lovers, '' he sputtered. `` You 're my daughter, my beautiful daughter ... We ca n't ... I do n't think of you like that Steff, '' he finished, but his tentative row seemed said more to win over himself Thomas More than me.

'' You do n't want to love me dad ? '' I demanded.

'' No sweetie ... not like that, '' he replied hesitantly, the bulge rising in his robe belying every word.

'' So why have n't you gone out on a date for the last four month ? ``

'' What ? ``

'' You used to date all the time, now you never do, '' I insisted.

'' But I ...., '' he stammered before I cut him off.

'' Why were you secretly reading that psychology leger on father-daughter relationships ? Yes I saw it in your way dada, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too pappa, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest sites ? Reading narrative about fathers making honey with their daughter, watching forbidden videos, '' I demanded.

'' How come you always get an erection every meter I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to Irish punt at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his uneasy looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my hired man sliding under his robe and grasping his thick dick. `` Fuck me pa, delight have it off me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his foresighted perch now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

'' dearest, we ca n't, '' he moaned, `` its wrong sweetheart. I do n't need to hurt you Steff. You 've got your whole biography ahead of you, '' he groaned as his blazonry engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' horseshit daddy, '' I said as I moved my rim against his, burying my knife deep in his mouth. If it 's so wrong Daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on hayseed, how come there 's been a yard studies by respected scholars on the depicted object if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so subvert how follow a million male parent are sleeping with their daughters tonight ? How come pop, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

'' GOD STEPHANIE, '' he finally roared, a primeval sexual belly laugh bursting from his lips as he stood, effortlessly lifting me and then carrying me towards the bedroom.

Watching his eyes as he carried me, I had a import of panic, of awe, as I saw the raw male lust burning oceanic abyss inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too belated maybe, if I had made a mistake, if we were n't about to cross some inviolate line.

He pulled my gaping robe off my shoulders as he walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spreadeagle, my leg hanging over the boundary of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his robe as he fumbled urgently to get it off.

Finally he stood naked between my legs, his angry cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its keenness to be buried deep in my pink, moist sheathe.

'' daddy ! '' I pled, scared now, convinced now it 'd never fit, that it would split me. God, it 's double the size of Jason 's I thought, and even he had hurt me the first time.

He grabbed my rear brass and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my legs, his duncical organ now bouncing between my thighs as he lowered his mouth onto mine.

'' Oh Daddy yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his tongue over my chin and down onto an aching mamilla, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Savior, '' I screamed when I felt first one and then a second fingerbreadth slip inside me, my rosehip arching upward in lust.

'' Oh Steff, you feel so good, so perfect, '' Daddy groaned as he pumped his two finger in and out of me, finally bringing them to his mouth where he tasted his daughter for the first time.

My hand stole to his member as he inhaled my smell and tasted my sticky sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to get out him into my waiting purulent, already afford and awash with my succus, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

'' DADDDDDY PLEASE, '' I wailed, begging him.

'' We have all night honey, '' the strong, surefooted, sexy beginner I 'd always known now back in ascendency, all need for further ruse on my share now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the solitary man I 'd ever love.

I did n't need any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his helping hand from my hair down over my breast, stopping just for a back to tease my already turgid nipple, and then down to my articulatio coxae and my butt, I stared transfixed at the Pole that seemed to go up from between my legs.

Suddenly worried again at its size, I trembled when his paw moved over my ass and pulled my second joint apart, positioning me so his incredibly large cockhead rested lightly against my distend clit.

'' Daddy, '' I moaned as he moved his putz so that it was perfectly aligned with my opening and gently pushed, steadily forcing the head word into me.

'' dad, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my nether rim stretched wide of the mark, seemingly incompetent of accepting him. `` He 's too big Daddy, '' I whimpered as he continued his assault.

'' Aaaaaaaahh daddy, '' I groaned as I felt the header pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thick brain and tighten on the blue veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more column inch before retreating, gradually working Sir Thomas More of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his thickness, to his length.

And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my womb, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his custody lifting and separating my legs, he started a unfaltering rhythm of long, rich strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the distance of my cunt.

I could feel my trunk stretching with each chance event, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long shot with my juice, welcoming this alien intruder into my center.

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an adequate reply from my now shuddering essence. As he lay on top of me and seized my back talk in his, his tongue penetrating me, his pelvis started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing shaft even deeper.

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first spasm shuddered through my organic structure, as my insides throbbed as they awaited the low burning at the stake jet of sperm to swamp them. I locked my peg around his dorsum and met every thrust as the feeling crashed through me, the liquidness thaw at my core.

'' OH DADDDDY, '' I groaned or maybe screamed as I felt his big penis jerk inside of me, followed by a fluid explosion, then again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing curtain raising in my depths, an adoption of his seed.

'' STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE, '' papa moaned as the cobbler's last fluent cramp of his tool filled me.

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a proud cloak. I slid down dad 's organic structure, unable to stand firm the impulse to taste him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the terminal drops of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat.

'' Good Shepherd child, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my custody continued to pump him relentlessly while the former found and squeezed his tightened sack and balls, all the piece trying to stuff even more of him into my mouth.

As I gulped him in he twirled me around and seconds later felt his tongue on my distended cut, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing clitoris, his soft lips instantly restarting the liquid oozing, the shuddering buildup, the prelude to my inevitable orgasm.

I thought I 'd go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his back talk, and even attempted to lift away from his face before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me spread to his lips, a finger deep in my ass. I could only swallow five or six inches of dad but my two hand continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the firstly twitching of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my spokesperson garbled by the fat phallus spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce pop continued to pump into me. `` Jesus Daddy, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my back talk moved up his body and kissed him. I could taste my cunt as our tongues met, as he licked some of his sperm cell from late within my mouth.

We finally fell apart and lay for minutes side by side, the silence of the night broken only by our rasping breathing.

'' I did n't make out, Jesus of Nazareth, '' I finally gasped, `` Is it always like that Daddy ? ``

'' Oh sweetie, it 's never been like that before, never, never, never, '' he laughed exultingly as he turned and pulled me to him.

'' You mean I was okay pappa, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

'' Pretty good sweetie, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we ameliorate try it again just to crap for certain. ``

'' You mean you can do it agaaaain Daddy ? '' I asked doubtfully, but even as I teased I grabbed his hard beam and rolled on top of him. I sat astride him, riding his thick Pole, pretending I was in dominance, but knowing I 'd be his striver forever.

~~~~~

We awoke late the succeeding aurora, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thoughts of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The solely time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a quick shower, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may get had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the Louvre two mean solar day later. And in the days that followed we visited Palace of Versailles, the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel Tower, Notre doll ( but we saw no kyphosis ! ), took a gravy holder trip down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nighttime I remember now, the night I lay entwined with pop, my peg locked around his backbone, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping spear, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got married ten days later, married in a minuscule church by a smiling, cherubic priest in a piddling Village in the south of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal ceremonial ; perhaps most people would hollo it a sham, but for Daddy and me it was the most howling day of our lives.

THE PRESENT - 2006

As I look at those impression today I see an innocent girl walking from the church, looking almost demure in my mere white dress, the lace veil hiding my middle as I look up into dad 's smiling aspect. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the pictures can see the joy, the love between the newlywed, the sexual promise.

The residue of that marvellous summer is etched forever in my memory board ; Barcelona and Sevilla in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the amphitheatre, the fond waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the blueness Mosque in Stambul ... it was perfect, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the minuscule, amatory minute with Daddy that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making love on a forsake beach south of Eternal City, walking hand in deal through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems out of the question. God, its 12 years already since that charming summer. I 'm a physician now. dada and I spent seven yr in capital of Massachusetts while I struggled to keep up with my class fellow ; without my husband who 'd been through med school, who knew all the fast one, who was always ready to tutor me it would have been impossible.

Our three miss were born during those years, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the meat of our beingness, of our happiness.

We live now in the south, in a medium sized Town located on the ocean, a township of sand beaches and laurel wreath trees, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my married man and I can seize the girls and we can be in our boat and on the water in twenty dollar bill minutes. We 're glad ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the fears, against the odds, against the naysayers warnings.

'' Are you almost finished, '' I hear him call now. Daddy 's almost fifty now, but seems to get young each year, the boy in him never far from the Earth's surface, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my dream, my only love.

'' Yes papa, '' I whisper as I move towards his open arms, towards his smiling typeface, his hungry soundbox ...

THE END