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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Padre

THE yesteryear - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' Daddy, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my shakiness knees gently brushed against the silk sail on his magnate size bed.

'' Daddy, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my don body, purring into his ear, my tongue twitching just an in away, already eager to lick inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my nipples stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the indulgent sheet away from his golden skin I could n't help but heave as his blond pubic hairs came into purview, and then had to agitate myself from grabbing clutches of him as his long, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the hundredth meter, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger than Jason 's or Billy 's, the only other ones I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his balls and up his long shaft, what it would experience like to pop the fat head between my lips and what his sperm would smack like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he would n't wake unless I did something crazy, that he was almost out of the question to rouse once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh medico, please attain your little daughter feel better, '' I pled silently to his neutral manakin as I slipped under the sheet of paper and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the first time I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at first he must have awakened. It was only after spending a number of nights in daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again as the minute passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the touch sensation of his hardness against me.

Over the past four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into dad 's bed as he slept, although about nights I 'd only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my twat prickling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both times he woke to find me dressed demurely in my most conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lain au naturel in his arms for hours.

The first sentence he 'd ejaculated as I lay following to him I 'd been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thighs. I fled that first time, his sticky cream oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been ineffectual to give up giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's sperm cell for the first time that dark, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his come off my finger.

Since that initiatory night I 'd often seen daddy come, and increasingly had had to campaign myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be affected role only a little while longer, that we 'd be in European Community soon, knew that for ten weeks we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd pretend love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to pass the night in Daddy 's bed, have him awaken to my defenseless body curled against him, preparing him for what was to come in, for what he 'd already started to desire.

~~~~~

'' Sweetie, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed honey ? '' was the outset affair I heard the succeeding daybreak as I woke to pop gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh pappa, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my tit, my ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect. `` I had a nightmare pa, a horrific nightmare, '' I said in a little female child 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my nipple brush against his chest.

'' But dear, Savior '' he started to protest, his centre raking over my house, mature teenage body.

'' But what papa ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the nighttime and felt Daddy 's big rotating shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of productive, white sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

'' I always sleep nude now pop, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the easygoing silk against my skin, '' I added, feeling now the coat stickiness that still hung on my back and thighs, Daddy 's spermatozoon coating me.

'' You 're my daughter sweetie. You know hoi polloi would n't infer you sleeping naked in your father 's bed. ``

'' You sleep naked, '' I pouted. `` And besides, who cares what other mass think ? '' I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. `` Besides, you 've seen me naked before - I am your girl ! And you 're my Doctor, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my body. Is something wrongly with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my legs and arms, opening myself to my Daddy 's inspection.

'' Of form not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big girl now. You 've become a woman beloved, '' he stammered as I saw his cock rise from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. `` It 's not right for you to sleep in your Daddy 's bed. You should n't look at me dear when I 'm naked, '' he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

dada could n't stop himself from pulling me into his strong arms, could n't cease himself from asking, `` What was your bad ambition about baby ? ``

'' It was dark Daddy, so dark, '' I whispered, my rim just inch from his. `` They attacked me Daddy, in a dark skittle 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 unvoiced, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling body. They scared me so much Daddy ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with longsighted smelly beards. They wanted to rape me Daddy, despoil me because I 'm an American .... Oh Daddy, they were so muddied and they made me do severe things, '' I said, my torso now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, revulsion now etched on his expression, clearly living his rack up nightmare, the pollution of his only if daughter, but unable now not to hear all the gruesome details.

'' Oh daddy ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blond curls on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing shaft. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth Daddy, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each clock time he pushed it into my pharynx ... it hurt daddy, '' I wept, my face contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other ones put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum dada ... then he put his member, his big Arab penis ... .they were n't circumcised dada ... it was amazing, filthy ... ''

'' Its okay sweetie, delight stop, its okay do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome Daddy insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his strong branch. `` Daddy will never let you be hurt by anyone dearest, '' he promised, even as his John Rock strong penis tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about future year dad ? When I 'm away at schooling ... all alone ... there are so many foreigners in Boston pa. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blonde and good looking and healthy and impertinent and felicitous and American language and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were more men like you Daddy. I wish I could find a young man as handsome and courteous as you, someone big and secure to protect me, the boys at school are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of regret evident in his voice. `` You 'll find a Nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in love life with, a boy you 'll want to wed and start a kin with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment.

'' I do n't want a boy pop ... and no ones as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even stringent, forcing him to feel his little girl 's now ripe body.

'' God honey, I 'm an old man, way too old and feeble for a beautiful young girlfriend like you, '' he protested, but made no attempt to move away, in fact seemed to push his hard shaft even harder into me.

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

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

'' You 're only xxxvii pop, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feeling of papa 's cock throbbing against me. `` When you came out hold out Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to assault you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

'' Your matter daddy .... Your member, it stretched your suit so often Daddy. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

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

'' You should have heard what they said pa when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and take off your cause and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm sorry dear, I wo n't fatigue it again, I did n't stand for to embarrass ... ''

'' Its O.K. dad, I liked it. I 'm gallant of my Daddy, proud they think you 're such a sexy man. Their begetter are both old cat, its only you my supporter dream of. Monica told me she got so excited 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 eye drifting down towards the crimson hammer that lay between our bodies. `` Do n't you like it that Whitney Moore Young Jr. female child want you pop ? '' I teased after a retentive intermission. `` Would n't you like to make love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other friends ? ``

'' They 're just little girl Steffie ; I 'd never feature sex with Lester Willis Young friends of yours, I 've known them since they were trivial lady friend, they 're my patients, '' he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't imagine they have courteous bodies Daddy ? You do n't recollect they 're sexy when you see them naked in your office ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're Nice fille honey, but they 're too Danton True Young for me ... ''

'' They 're woman now Daddy, 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 intimation tickling him, caressing him, inflaming him.

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

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

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

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

I was on my back naked, my peg spread, when daddy reappeared minutes later, drop curtain of piss dotting his spacious chest, a Andrew D. White towel wrapped around his waistline. I had one articulatio genus raised in the air, and my thin fibril of blond pubic hair were no roadblock as his eyes locked on my pink insides as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, time to get up, you do n't require to be late for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat future to me and lightly ran his hand over my didder knee and up and down my inside thigh.

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

'' I have an operation at eight love, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull his legal brief 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 Daddy try to stuff his fat cock under the unequal cloth. `` I like it when I see him so hard Daddy, do you want any help ? '' I continued as pappa blushed and turned away from my bore eyes.

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

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the booking of our trip going anyway honey ? You 've only got a couple of solar 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 pa. I 'll chip in you all the item tonight. Bye, love you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the look room access slammed shut, the fingerbreadth of my result hand snaking down between my already dampen thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my ingurgitate nether lips, my vertical clitoris, my digit as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to conform to my probing digit, yet even this inadequate replacing for Daddy 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in bit, my thwarting assuaged momentarily by my copious spending. I brought my sopping fingerbreadth to my sassing and reveled in my taste perception, wishing only that it was flux with pa 's midst White person sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my indicant finger's breadth, `` Just four more days pappa. We 'll stimulate honey for the low time in City of Light, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into dad 's bed over the live on eight old age, ever since the day Mom had run off with her fan and left us. It had always been free until last February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't need the son my age who in increasing phone number were flocking around me ; neither billy goat nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that Daddy could rouse with just one kind look, one motion, one caress. Lying in dada 's bed, still warm from his body, I thought back to that Feb Night four month ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

dad had surprised me on that nighttime four calendar month ago, taking me out for an eventide of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous dark spots - my coming out company he had called it. A jubilation of my being accepted that week into the Sept 1994 Freshman course of study of John Harvard Medical schooling

I had worn highschool heel and my sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk identification number, to lionise the social occasion, my tit dislodge under the low cut top, the high up slit in the dress exposing my business firm, long thighs with every pace I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and daddy 's lip had plopped undetermined, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how effective it felt to throw my Daddy so obviously excited watching me.

His gasped, `` You 're so beautiful Steff, '' combined with the way his heart 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 champion were always making about Daddy, about how they 'd love to be alone with him.

It was the everlasting evening and daddy made me sense like a daughter who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no anterior architectural plan or witting desire suddenly started to process him like a real man, a sexy man. I danced nigh than I would suffer normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after view of my full breasts, my concentrated cherry tit ; sitting, I moved my dress so the slit was towards the front, my wispy slender red silk panties continually exposed to his athirst stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breast, my voiceless nipple into his dresser, grinding my hillock into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the first meter, felt Daddy 's thick spear rubbing, probing urgently against my stomach. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when billy, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with excitement when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the sexual get-up-and-go echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom room access, new wild, unimaginable, incestuous intimate persuasion whirling through my mind. Waiting, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped parcel as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the minuscule rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect white pearls sitting on a bed of black silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to plagiarize the lustrous twine, and recognizing Daddy 's miniature scrawl, and shaking I read :

Dear Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No father on Earth has ever been luckier than I - to have a daughter as variety and beautiful and intelligent and nice and caring and loving as you is the estimable thing that could possibly have happened to me.

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

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that consequence in fourth dimension when I realized there was no one in the world I 'd rather spend my life with, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to cook love to more than dada. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the solely person I had ever loved, I felt a upsurge of sexual attraction sound reflection through my body, my tongue, my lip, my mamilla, my liquified insides, my whole dead body 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 touching, the frantic grappling ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of boy and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the night with Jason, just workweek ago, when I had felt for the first, and so far, only prison term, a member penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my body was now doing, feeling, demanding, urging.

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

'' Oh Daddy, your lyric, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the merely man I 'll ever have it away, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to pick out 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 shiver of excitement tremor through his soundbox as our tongues met and explored and could n't help but sense 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 limb, I ended up facing away from papa, my business firm bum pushed back against his erection, his bridge player suddenly full of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his fingerbreadth caress me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on blast, mumbling, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm meritless, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them Daddy, '' I asked, ignoring his apology as I slipped the pearls into his will paw and leaned back against his chest.

'' Of form honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to sustain something free to do, palliate that I had n't seemed to mark his furtive touch.

His hands were like satin as they moved over my shoulder and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my farseeing blonde curls to strip me for his ring of pearls. I could feel his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the clutch but then let one end parapraxis loose, allowing the cool, whiteness balls to cascade down down across my breast and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're low temperature and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my frock away from my eubstance, pretending I wanted to see the string of balls swinging between my tits, knowing Daddy would see my full breasts, my now straining mammilla as he slowly pulled the filament upward.

'' Sorry dear, 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 sense Daddy 's excitement throbbing into the crack of my rear 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 room, my song of joy a contemplation of the happiness I felt at finding my life collaborator, my lover, my only future.

'' Look at the pearls Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in battlefront of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin straps off my berm and let my top fall to my waistline, baring my firm, entire orbs to his startled eyes.

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

'' There just breast dada, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the drop feeling on me, '' and then started to birl the necklace over my chest of drawers. `` They keep getting stuck on my tit pa, '' I complained with a little smudge, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, business firm pap between my pollex and finger, presenting a wide, solid orb to him.

'' They 're thoroughgoing beloved, '' he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his footling daughters show, believing that this was an innocent daughters play and not a dangerous sexual act.

'' I had a utter day pappa, I love you so very much, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his impregnable, welcoming arms. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his passion for me so clearly. As I fell back on the bed I could see a moment hesitation before his work force moved to my waist and pulled my garb over my pelvic arch and down my pegleg, leaving me naked except for my pearls and silk panties.

As he hung my wearing apparel in my closet I started to lower my red knickers, struggling so that when he turned back my branch were in the air and my panty only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help oneself, '' he offered in his almost fatherlike voice, as if he was just helping me with homework or the sweetheart, but I could find the tremor in his fingerbreadth as he touched me.

'' Do you like my new panties pop, '' 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 overnice sweetie, '' he responded, as he lifted me so he could get the sheet out from under me.

After finally getting me coiffe and the canvass placed over my au naturel skin he turned to go, whispering a 'goodnight darling'as he started to game away.

'' Stay for a few arcminute Daddy, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What honey ? ``

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

'' Sure dearest, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a mo vacillation his knickers, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his white pugilist, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning eternal sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my backtalk were lupus erythematosus than a half inch from his impudence, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his firm chest.

He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping adjacent to his XVIII year old daughter, the continuous unfeelingness against my thigh a graphic proof.

~~~~~

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

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

'' What did you mean about capital of France and pearls in your letter last night papa ? '' 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 fortune my dear ? '' he asked mysteriously as he reached for an envelope sitting on the table next to his bed.

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

Smiling he handed me the gasbag which soon yielded two airplane slate. He was grinning as I slowly deciphered the path. `` Pittsburgh - Paris leaving on the 23rd and returning on August 30th for two, '' I read. `` But what does it entail Daddy ? Which two are going to genus Paris ? '' I asked, more confused now than ever.

'' Well I thought that Doctor of the Church Roderick S. James and his endearing daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle King James I might just profit from ten week touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a all-inclusive grin insufferable to hold 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 of the Church James has already told his fellow and the hospital administration that he will be out of the country for the sentence menses covered by those tag my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and felicity. `` He feels that this might be his last luck to kick in his beautiful daughter advice and guidance before she flings herself out into the majuscule world. ``

I did n't give him a chance to say another word as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kiss. But I could n't help but observe his openness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fear and excitement as I saw pop 's phallus for the first fourth dimension, lying proudly between his ramification, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's hard I wondered as papa asked, `` I take it you 're give up then Miss St. James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job sweetheart. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the ticket - it 's up to you to resolve where we 'll go and when. You got four months to decide and then to book the rooms and motorcar and flights and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

'' No buts my pin-up daughter, it 's your job. ``

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

And that 's how dad had left it and me those four calendar month ago and ever since all I 'd thought about was pa 's big penis and how I was going to convince him to let me have it for the rest of our lives !

SPRING 1994

In the month that followed, through border district and Apr and May, our family relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that Nox. We were suddenly in new unsung soil ; now longer was it just the impeccant loving father-daughter relationship we 'd lived for eighteen years.

I think it was soft for me, my early days allowing me to immediately accept the fact I wanted pa as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about society 's rejection of this preclude making love, of order 's criminalisation of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my trunk was demanding. It was harder for him ; society '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 calendar month was directed at making pappa accept what I knew was inevitable but still as I studied the job and incest in world-wide I was stunned at what I found.

daughter do have it away their fathers like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for soul like me, an but shaver whose mother had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my Mommies office and become Daddy 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those calendar month. I dressed better, no More denim or sweats and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to wearing apparel, or blouse and bird ensembles, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't ignore the adult female I 'd become.

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than convention, making Daddy finger the char I was.

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

I even teased him from metre to time, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girlfriends, how cum he was spending so much time at habitation. `` I 'm only going to have you for a few more month'sweetie, '' he 'd reply as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, could n't help but comment the erections pappa 'd originate as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving middle easy access to my broad, unbendable breasts.

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

I found the book hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic chronicle of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to the sites pop had been surfing, sites that had story of, and actual videos of fathers making beloved to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

Our escape left Pittsburgh aerodrome at seven in the morning, arriving at Charlemagne De Gaulle drome in capital of France at seven pm French time.

After finally collecting our bags and clearing customs, something the Daniel Chester French are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the drome around nine-thirty, and as Daddy drove our rented car towards our small but upscale four hotshot hotel on the leftfield Bank I started to babble, knowing I had to explain exactly what I had done before we got there.

'' About the hotel pa, our way, '' 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 road for a sec to await at me, a big grinning on his face.

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a mistake at foremost, 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 love tongue it out, '' he ordered as his deal left the steering bike for a indorsement and fondle my thigh.

'' Well, '' I started again, my face now scrunched up in a near grimace, `` The hotel might be expecting a marital couplet Daddy, a duo on their honeymoon. ``

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a confused flavor crossing his human face, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare amphetamine leg.

Rushing now, aegir to slop the all history in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online enrolment form Daddy, I must have filled in the wrongfulness box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as Dr. and Mrs James and I do n't know, I did n't shift it ... you know it was sorta shady, and then I thought we really did n't need two rooms for just two multitude, 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 Daddy, '' I mumbled.

'' This is just a trouble with our hotel in capital of France, right Stephanie ? '' pop asked, a touch of both anger and entertainment in his voice.

'' Well not exactly Daddy. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his boldness, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a good idea Daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll deliver money and some of them offered peculiar extras for newlywed and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in genus Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Roma, Athens, the Greek Islands, Istanbul dearest ? '' he asked, the digit of his free hand now back on the direction wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes pop, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but recall you did give me entire province for booking the ... ''

He was pipe down for minutes but I resisted the urge to break in, to excuse, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to look, to let him decide, react.

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

He kept taking quick glance at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd help oneself him. `` I know I should have said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to trust that ... .. that maybe you thought my bodies reaction to you intend something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh shit, we 're here, '' he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the drive fronting the hotel. `` Lets not worry about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the Cole Porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just book in and have dinner and then blab out about it in the morning time. But we do have to babble truelove, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

'' Yes Daddy, I 'm no-account about everything, '' I whispered, one tear sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame Epistle of James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted dada and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the straw man desk. `` We gave you our best entourage .... No extra charge, '' the coach said after we had filled in the registration cards, a broad grin on his face, `` We do n't often get newlywed. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into Daddy and kissed him lightly on the lips. `` We 're so wear out monsieur, '' I said turning to the handler, `` We 'd just care to lavish and change and have dinner in our room. Can you make dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his whole body signaling approving as his center hungrily roved over my young, ripe body, wishing it was he who was going to drop the Nox in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stupefy suite, the large bedroom with its king sizing bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French menses man, the balcony open to a vista that led our oculus to Notre bird and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to dada, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the flowers, the yield basket, the chocolates, the champagne cooling ... `` So now, what do you guess of my little subterfuge my dear married man ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a all-inclusive grin on my face.

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

'' Would you like to share with me Daddy ? I think I read they have a water deficit over here, '' I offered with a twinkle in my eyes,

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me get out my perspirer over my capitulum, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the threshold, and dropping my short, black, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew pop was imagining every jiggle of my cycle full tits.

~~~~~

'' What are you so glad about young dame ? '' Daddy asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his large physical structure encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' Nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my bosom jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was my only masking, a robe I 'd bought just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two inch mesomorphic torso seeming to exude power and sexuality with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a chance to respond we heard the alight tapping on the doorway and daddy pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an thin, older, uniformed bellhop, pushing a dish laden cart.

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through smoke damaged lungs, but his eyes lit up when he saw me, when he saw what I was wearing. His oculus rushed to my cleavage, to the dark circles that showed through the slight silk, to the hem of my robe, only just covering my blonde curls.

It took him stumbling minutes to unload the tray, to set the board, 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 battlefront of his knickers bulging outward.

'' You might have given the poor man a heart onset '' 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 genus Paris pop, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the vale between my breasts. `` Do you like them ? '' I asked.

'' They 're beautiful honey, '' 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 head trip, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten workweek. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the berth we 'd heard about all our life-time. We were to gossip the louvre the succeeding morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as papa wheeled the go-cart and dishes out the threshold I plopped down on the sofa in the living elbow room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe out-of-doors, and get it on my wide white meat were shamelessly exposed, but did n't like, the nursing bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to depress my cobbler's last remaining inhibitions with my father.

'' Sit with me Daddy, '' I said, patting the bottom succeeding to me in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the middle of the room.

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

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

He moved towards me, and wrapping his arm around my shoulder and tucking me against his tender soundbox, started to spill. `` Oh Steffie, I love you so much dear. But not like this, not as a man and woman, ... not as lovers, '' he sputtered. `` You 're my daughter, my beautiful daughter ... We ca n't ... I do n't guess of you like that Steff, '' he finished, but his probationary words seemed said more to convince himself more than than me.

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

'' No steady ... 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 months ? ``

'' What ? ``

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

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

'' Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on father-daughter kinship ? Yes I saw it in your room pop, '' I said as I saw him about to resist. `` I read it too pappa, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing cyberspace incest internet site ? Reading stories about fathers making love with their girl, watching disallow videos, '' I demanded.

'' How get you always get an erecting every time I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to Irish punt at him, my branch now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick prick. `` Fuck me pa, please fuck me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his farseeing celestial pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

'' Honey, we ca n't, '' he moaned, `` its wrong sweetie. I do n't require to hurt you Steff. You 've got your whole spirit ahead of you, '' he groaned as his arms engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' Bullshit Daddy, '' I said as I moved my sassing against his, burying my tongue deep in his sass. If it 's so faulty Daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a thousand subject field by respected scholars on the depicted object if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so convolute how do a million father are sleeping with their girl tonight ? How do Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

'' GOD STEPHANIE, '' he finally roared, a aboriginal sexual scream bursting from his brim as he stood, effortlessly lifting me and then carrying me towards the bedroom.

Watching his eyes as he carried me, I had a present moment of panic, of fear, as I saw the raw male lust burning mystifying inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too late maybe, if I had made a mistake, if we were n't about to hybridise some inviolate line.

He pulled my gaping robe off my shoulder joint as he walked, letting it slip to the base even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spread-eagled, my ramification 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 peg, his raging pecker now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried abstruse in my garden pink, moist sheathe.

'' pa ! '' I pled, scared now, convinced now it 'd never fit, that it would split me. God, it 's double the sizing of Jason 's I thought, and even he had hurt me the world-class time.

He grabbed my rise cheeks and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my legs, his fatheaded organ now bouncing between my thighs as he lowered his lip onto mine.

'' Oh pa yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his natural language over my mentum and down onto an aching nipple, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt first one and then a mo fingerbreadth slip inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.

'' Oh Steff, you feel so good, so double-dyed, '' Daddy groaned as he pumped his two fingerbreadth in and out of me, finally bringing them to his backtalk where he tasted his daughter for the maiden time.

My hand stole to his member as he inhaled my fragrance and tasted my gluey sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to pull him into my waiting snatch, already afford and awash with my juices, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all night love, '' the hard, confident, sexy founder I 'd always known now back in control, all need for boost artifice on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the sole man I 'd ever love.

I did n't require any to a greater extent foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his manus from my tomentum down over my tit, stopping just for a second to tease my already puffy mammilla, and then down to my hip and my tail end, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to rise from between my legs.

Suddenly worried again at its size, I trembled when his hands moved over my ass and pulled my thigh apart, positioning me so his incredibly expectant cockhead rested lightly against my distended clit.

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

'' DADDY, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my nether lips stretched broad, seemingly incapable of accepting him. `` He 's too big Daddy, '' I whimpered as he continued his assault.

'' Aaaaaaaahh pa, '' I groaned as I felt the headland pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thick head and tighten on the amobarbital sodium veined diaphysis. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more inches before retreating, gradually working 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 kneel between my branch, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a stabilize rhythm of long, deep cam stroke, each cerebrovascular accident igniting a million nerve endings the length of my cunt.

I could experience my physical structure stretching with each stroke, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long diaphysis with my juice, welcoming this alien intruder into my center.

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an equal response from my now shuddering centre. As he lay on top of me and seized my lips in his, his tongue penetrating me, his pelvic girdle started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing shaft even deeper.

So this is what a very man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first muscle spasm shuddered through my body, as my insides throbbed as they awaited the first burning jet of sperm to flood them. I locked my stage around his back and met every jabbing as the feeling crashed through me, the liquid thaw at my core.

'' OH DADDDDY, '' I groaned or maybe screamed as I felt his big penis jerking inside of me, followed by a limpid explosion, then again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing scuttle in my profoundness, an acceptance of his seed.

'' STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE, '' dad moaned as the live on liquid muscle spasm of his cock filled me.

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic succus like a gallant cloak. I slid down pop 's body, ineffective to resist the urge to smack him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the last drops of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat.

'' Savior baby, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my hands continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his stiffen sack and balls, all the while trying to stuff even more than of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his lip, and even attempted to rear away from his face before he grasped my rear end and pulled me back, holding me spread to his lips, a finger's breadth deep in my ass. I could only live with five or six in of pop but my two manus continued to forge him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first of all vellication of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my voice garbled by the fat phallus spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the midst, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` Good Shepherd Daddy, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my sass moved up his physical structure and kissed him. I could taste my puss as our tongue met, as he licked some of his sperm cell from deep 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 have it away, Jesus, '' 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 O.K. papa, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

'' Pretty undecomposed sweetie, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we effective try it again just to urinate for certain. ``

'' You mean you can do it agaaaain dada ? '' I asked doubtfully, but even as I teased I grabbed his hard diaphysis and rolled on top of him. I sat astride him, riding his thick magnetic pole, pretending I was in dominance, but knowing I 'd be his buckle down forever.

~~~~~

We awoke late the adjacent aurora, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thinking of the fin and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only fourth dimension either of us left the bed over the succeeding twenty-four 60 minutes was for a quick shower bath, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. pa had totally accepted what we had become, any apprehension he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the Louvre two days later. And in the days that followed we visited Versailles, the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel tug, Notre Dame ( but we saw no hunchback ! ), took a boat head trip down the seine, etc., etc. But it 's the dark I remember now, the nighttime I lay entwined with Daddy, my legs locked around his binding, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping lance, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got married ten days later, married in a small church by a smile, cherubic non-Christian priest in a little village in the south of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal ceremony ; perhaps virtually people would call it a fraud, but for Daddy and me it was the most wonderful day of our lives.

THE nowadays - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an unacquainted girlfriend walking from the church, looking almost demure in my simple white dress, the lace veil hiding my eyes as I look up into Daddy 's smiling cheek. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the pictures can see the joy, the love between the newlywed, the intimate promise.

The residue of that wonderful summer is etched forever in my remembering ; Barcelona and Sevilla in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the Coliseum, the tender waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the blue devil Mosque in Istanbul ... it was pure, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the pocket-sized, romanticist moments with Daddy that I treasure the most, the buss as the sun set at mantle Sounion, making love on a deserted beach south of Rome, walking mitt in hand through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems inconceivable. God, its XII years already since that magical summer. I 'm a MD now. dad and I spent seven year in Boston while I struggled to keep open up with my classmate ; without my husband who 'd been through med schoolhouse, who knew all the thaumaturgy, 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 centre of our existence, of our happiness.

We live now in the south, in a medium sized town located on the ocean, a townsfolk of sand beaches and decoration tree diagram, a townspeople where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can grab the daughter and we can be in our boat and on the water in twenty minutes. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the fears, against the betting odds, against the naysayers warnings.

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

'' Yes dada, '' I whisper as I move towards his out-of-doors branch, towards his smiling look, his hungry body ...

THE END