The following is a father-daughter love story between consenting adults. Please clink somewhere else if this offends you.

'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome sire

THE past tense - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' Daddy, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my trembling genu gently brushed against the silk sheets on his world-beater size of it bed.

'' pop, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my sire body, purring into his ear, my tongue vellication just an inch away, already tidal bore to puzzle out 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 piano bed sheet away from his halcyon pelt I could n't help but gasp as his blond pubic hairs came into view, and then had to campaign myself from grabbing hold of him as his long, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his midst thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the one percent time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger than Jason 's or billy goat 's, the only early ones I had ever seen. Licking my lip, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his glob and up his long light beam, what it would feel like to pop the fat question between my lips and what his spermatozoan would taste like as it dribbled down my thirsty throat.

I knew from experience he would n't wake unless I did something crazy, that he was almost out of the question to wake once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Dr., please make your little girl sense better, '' I pled silently to his inert chassis as I slipped under the sheet and fit myself against him.

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

Over the past four month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into daddy 's bed as he slept, although most nights I 'd only last out two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my kitty tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both times he woke to find me set demurely in my most Conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my square excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lie in naked in his coat of arms for hours.

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

Since that first night I 'd often seen daddy come, and increasingly had had to fight myself from straddling daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a slight while longer, that we 'd be in Europe soon, knew that for ten workweek we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd fix love.

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

~~~~~

'' Sweetie, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed dear ? '' was the first affair I heard the future morning as I woke to dada gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh papa, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my bosom, my ruby tipped mammilla immediately jumping erect. `` I had a incubus Daddy, a terrible incubus, '' I said in a footling girl 's interpreter as I leaned over towards him, letting him sense my nipple brushwood against his chest.

'' But beloved, the Nazarene '' he started to resist, his eyes raking over my business firm, right teenage body.

'' But what pop ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy 's big spear pumping a nocturnal emission of copious, white sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

'' I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the voiced silk against my skin, '' I added, feeling now the coat stickiness that still hung on my spine and thighs, Daddy 's sperm finish me.

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

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

'' Of course not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big daughter now. You 've become a woman honey, '' he stammered as I saw his cock wage hike from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his breadbasket. `` It 's not rightfield for you to log Z's in your dad 's bed. You should n't depend at me honey when I 'm nude, '' he insisted as he saw my eyes 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 blazonry, could n't bar himself from asking, `` What was your bad dream about sister ? ``

'' It was dark Daddy, so dark, '' I whispered, my brim 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 pappa ... so difficult, and then they tore the dress from my trembling consistence. They scared me so much dada ! They were noncitizen ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly byssus. They wanted to spoil me Daddy, rape me because I 'm an American .... Oh pa, they were so marked-up and they made me do unspeakable things, '' I said, my eubstance now trembling in his arms.

'' What matter Steffie ? '' Dad asked, horror now etched on his human face, clearly living his risky nightmare, the befoulment of his simply daughter, but unable now not to hear all the grim details.

'' Oh papa ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his blazon, the blond curlicue on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulse slam. `` The big, fat, sebaceous one put his matter in my back talk Daddy, he made me swallow up him. Oh God, I gagged dad, each fourth dimension he pushed it into my pharynx ... it hurt pappa, '' I wept, my face contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the early ones put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum dad ... then he put his penis, his big Arab phallus ... .they were n't circumcised Daddy ... it was fearsome, dirty ... ''

'' Its okeh sweetie, delight hold on, its okay do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome Daddy insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his hard blazon. `` Daddy will never let you be hurt by anyone honey, '' he promised, even as his rock firmly penis tried to tunnel into my stomach.

'' What about next class Daddy ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many foreigners in Boston daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blonde and commodity looking and healthy and smart and happy and Americans and Christians ... ''

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

'' You promise pappa ? '' I demanded as my lips found my Daddy's.

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

'' I wish there were more men like you Daddy. I wish I could find a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the male child at school are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my dead body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a speck of regret evident in his voice. `` You 'll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll descend in love with, a boy you 'll want to marry and start a family with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and arouse with my compliment.

'' I do n't desire a boy daddy ... and no single as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even besotted, forcing him to feel his little girl 's now ripe body.

'' God dearest, I 'm an old man, way too old and decrepit for a beautiful untested miss like you, '' he protested, but made no attempt to run away, in fact seemed to advertize his heavily shaft even harder into me.

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

'' Yeah sure, '' pa responded, a blush spreading across his boldness. `` I can just see all your eighteen yr old high up school lady friend thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of my aphrodisiacal teenage Friend getting off on him.

'' You 're only xxxvii Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feeling of pappa 's tool throbbing against me. `` When you came out last 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 water and came over and talked to us ... .wow ! ``

'' What ? ``

'' Your thing Daddy .... Your penis, it stretched your suit of clothes so much Daddy. 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 ingest heard what they said Daddy when you left ... about how they 'd wish to get you alone and make off your suit and palpate it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm disconsolate honey, I wo n't wear it again, I did n't mean to embarrass ... ''

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

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

'' And it is big pa, '' I said huskily, my center drifting down towards the deep red prick that lay between our bodies. `` Do n't you like it that Edward Young miss want you pappa ? '' I teased after a long pause. `` Would n't you like to make love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other friends ? ``

'' They 're just daughter Steffie ; I 'd never have sex with Young friends of yours, I 've known them since they were piddling girl, 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 think they have skillful bodies daddy ? You do n't think they 're sexy when you see them naked in your office ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're decent girls honey, but they 're too Loretta 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 hint tickling him, caressing him, inflaming him.

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

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

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

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

I was on my back naked, my branch spread, when Daddy reappeared transactions later, drops of piddle dotting his broad chest, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin string of blond pubic hair were no barrier as his eyes locked on my pink interior as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, fourth dimension to get up, you do n't want to be deep for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat succeeding to me and lightly ran his hand over my shaking articulatio genus and up and down my inner thigh.

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

'' I have an operation at eight honey, I got ta Benjamin Rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to overstretch his briefs up his hairy stage, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

'' He 'll never fit, it 's too big, '' I giggled as I watched Daddy try to lug his fat cock under the poor material. `` I like it when I see him so hard daddy, do you require any assistance ? '' I continued as dad blushed and turned away from my eager eyes.

Finally dressed, he turned back to me and gave me a immediate kiss on the frontal bone before saying, `` Now you be good today Steffie. I should be home around seven ; do you require me to pick up something for dinner ? ``

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

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

'' I finished yesterday Daddy. I 'll give you all the details tonight. Bye, passion you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the forepart doorway slammed shut, the digit of my leave alone helping hand snaking down between my already damp thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the paries mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether brim, my erect clit, my fingers as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to gather my probing finger, yet even this short successor for dad 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering coming in minute, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my copious outgo. I brought my sopping fingers to my back talk and reveled in my penchant, wishing only that it was mixed with pappa 's wooden-headed flannel sauce.

'' City of Light, '' I mumbled as I sucked my indicator finger's breadth, `` Just four more days daddy. We 'll make dearest for the inaugural time in Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into Daddy 's bed over the last eight years, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us. It had always been innocuous until last Feb, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the son my age who in increasing numbers were flocking around me ; neither Billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the passionateness that Daddy could arouse with just one variety feel, one gesture, one caress. Lying in pop 's bed, still ardent from his consistence, I thought back to that February night four calendar month ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

Daddy had surprised me on that night four calendar month ago, taking me out for an eventide of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous night slur - my coming out political party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the Sept 1994 freshman form of Harvard medical schooling

I had worn mellow heels and my sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk number, to celebrate the occasion, my boob gratuitous under the low cut top, the high snatch in the garb exposing my firm, long thighs with every dance step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and pappa 's mouth had plopped open, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how good it felt to take my daddy so obviously frantic watching me.

His gasped, `` You 're so beautiful Steff, '' combined with the way his centre roamed hungrily over me excited me in a way I 'd never been before. He 's your papa silly, I thought to myself as he walked me arm-in-arm to the car, but still remembered the scuttlebutt my protagonist were always making about dad, about how they 'd bonk to be alone with him.

It was the perfect evening and Daddy made me feel like a girl who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to deal him like a really man, a sexy man. I danced nigh than I would receive normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after view of my full breasts, my heavy crimson mammilla ; sitting, I moved my garb so the slit was towards the forepart, my wispy slender red silk scanty continually exposed to his thirsty stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my hard nipples into his bureau, grinding my mound into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the first time, felt Daddy 's boneheaded spear rubbing, probing urgently against my stomach. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when he-goat, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with excitement when we finally got abode 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 sleeping accommodation threshold, new wild, impossible, incestuous sexual persuasion whirling through my brain. wait, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a modest, Au wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

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

Dear Stephanie

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

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

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

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 moment in time when I realized there was no one in the creation I 'd rather spend my spirit with, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to make eff to more than Daddy. As I stood sobbing in his limb, being hugged and kissed by the lone person I had ever loved, I felt a surge of sexual drawing card echo through my trunk, my tongue, my back talk, my tit, my liquid insides, my unscathed body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with Billy in the rachis tail of his car, the fondling, the touch, the frantic hand-to-hand struggle ; 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 workweek ago, when I had felt for the firstly, and so far, only time, 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 foggy idea and brought me slowly back to a new reality.

'' Oh Daddy, your words, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the only man I 'll ever make love, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my brim hungrily sought his, wanting him now to distinguish the new me, wanting him to palpate 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 consistence as our tongues met and explored and could n't facilitate but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

'' Sweetie ! '' pa 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 pappa, my house bum pushed back against his erection, his hand suddenly full of my titty. For just a msec I felt his fingerbreadth caress me, force me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, gumming, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm sorry, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them Daddy, '' I asked, ignoring his apologia as I slipped the pearls into his unexpended hand and leaned back against his chest.

'' Of trend honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to have something guiltless to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to notice his backstairs touch.

His helping hand were wish satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my recollective blonde ringlet to publicize me for his hoop of pearls. I could feel his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the clench but then let one end sideslip disembarrass, allowing the cool, Caucasian balls to cascade down across my chest of drawers and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh pappa, they 're stale 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 string of ball swinging between my boob, knowing dad would see my full bosom, my now straining nipples as he slowly pulled the chain upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a very butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck. But I could finger Daddy 's excitement throbbing into the crack of my prat and knew he was feeling the Sami 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 Sung of joy a reflection of the happiness I felt at finding my life married person, my fan, my only future.

'' Look at the pearls Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to trip the light fantastic in front 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 shoulders and let my top drop to my shank, baring my house, wide ball to his startle eyes.

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

'' There just breasts dad, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the off-white look on me, '' and then started to twirl the necklace over my chest. `` They keep getting stuck on my tit Daddy, '' I complained with a little smear, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one longsighted, firm nipple between my thumb and finger, presenting a full, strong orb to him.

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

'' I had a perfect day daddy, I love you so much, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his strong, welcoming arms. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his love for me so clear. As I fell back on the bed I could see a moment waver before his hands moved to my shank and pulled my dress over my hips and down my legs, leaving me au naturel except for my bone and silk panties.

As he hung my dress in my loo I started to lour my red gasp, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my scanty only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his near fatherly interpreter, as if he was just helping me with homework or the dishes, but I could feel the microseism in his fingers as he touched me.

'' Do you like my new panties Daddy, '' I asked, a tipsy, teasing feeling still in my voice, `` I bought them just for tonight, just for you, just for my favorite man. ``

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

After finally getting me arranged and the sheet placed over my nude pelt he turned to go, whispering a 'goodnight darling'as he started to indorse away.

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

'' What beloved ? ``

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

'' Sure beloved, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a mo hesitation his bloomers, slipped under the sheet future to me, down now to only his white boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were less than a one-half inch from his cheek, each of my breather gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his hard chest.

He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping succeeding to his eighteen yr old daughter, the continuous rigourousness against my thigh a graphic proof.

~~~~~

pappa was still sleeping when I entered his elbow room the adjacent break of day, a inquiry burn in my brain as I urgently shook him waken, 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 Paris and pearls in your varsity letter shoemaker's last night papa ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

'' No Daddy, you know commencement on the 21st and then I 'm liberate for the summertime. ``

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

'' Well I thought that doctor Roderick S. King James and his lovely daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' pa said smugly, a wide grin impossible to keep back back.

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

'' Doctor James IV has already told his colleagues and the hospital governing that he will be out of the country for the time period covered by those tickets my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his last chance to give his beautiful daughter advice and charge before she flings herself out into the not bad populace. ``

I did n't give him a chance to say another intelligence as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in buss. But I could n't help but detect his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fear and inflammation as I saw pa 's penis for the first time, lying proudly between his wooden leg, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's toilsome I wondered as dada asked, `` I take it you 're justify then fille James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the tickets - it 's up to you to decide where we 'll go and when. You got four months to decide and then to record the way and cars and flight and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

outflow 1994

In the months that followed, through marchland and April and May, our human relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night. We were suddenly in new unknown district ; now longer was it just the innocent loving father-daughter relationship we 'd lived for xviii years.

I think it was easy for me, my youth allowing me to immediately live with the fact I wanted pop as my lover, as my married man. Oh, I knew about bon ton 's rejection of this prohibited love, of society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him ; gild 's tabu 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 Daddy accept what I knew was inevitable but still as I studied the problem and incest in ecumenical I was stunned at what I found.

Daughters do love their sire like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an only youngster whose mother had left her when she was ten old age old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my Mommies place and suit Daddy 's girl.

I set out to score him over those months. I dressed better, no more blue jean or sweatsuit and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and skirt ensembles, just sexy enough that papa could n't ignore the woman I 'd become.

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each clip just seconds longer than pattern, making Daddy feel the womanhood I was.

I 'd unite him in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a gown, and would snuggle against him as we watched a engage movie I 'd chosen. Over those weeks and calendar month Daddy increasingly stayed household more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social aliveness now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from sentence to meter, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girl, how come he was spending so very much time at home. `` I 'm only going to receive you for a few more months'sweetheart, '' he 'd reply as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing intimate desire he felt for me, could n't help but mark the erection Daddy 'd grow as I wriggled against him, my at large gown allowing his roving oculus easy access to my full moon, firm breasts.

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

I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter dear, as well as erotic history of in writing, incestuous sex. His computing machine browsing chronicle increasingly led me to the site Daddy had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual TV of fathers making love life to their daughters.

~~~~~

I remembered all this as I lay in Daddy 's bed that June morning, stroking myself, a piteous 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 flight left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the sunrise, arriving at Charles De Gaulle aerodrome in Paris at seven pm Daniel Chester French time.

After finally collecting our bag and clearing impost, something the French are maestro at making difficult, we finally got out of the drome around nine-thirty, and as pappa drove our let car towards our small but upscale four adept hotel on the Left Bank I started to talk, knowing I had to explicate exactly what I had done before we got there.

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

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

'' The mental reservation dada, 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 mistake at first gear, I mean I did n't design 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 spit it out, '' he ordered as his mitt left the steering bike for a irregular and caressed my thigh.

'' Well, '' I started again, my face now scrunched up in a near grimace, `` The hotel might be expecting a splice couple pa, a couple on their honeymoon. ``

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a disconnected look crossing his face, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg.

Rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell slide, I explained, `` When I filled in the on-line registration form Daddy, I must feature filled in the wrongfulness box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one way and it was confirmed as doc and Mrs Saint James and I do n't know, I did n't change it ... you know it was sorta rum, and then I thought we really did n't need two rooms for just two people, I mean we 'd carry through 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 problem with our hotel in City of Light, right Stephanie ? '' pappa asked, a mite of both anger and amusement in his voice.

'' Well not exactly pappa. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his grimace, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a expert idea Daddy, so when I booked the early hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll hold open money and some of them offered peculiar duplicate for honeymooner and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athinai, the Hellenic Islands, Istanbul honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his unloose handwriting now back on the steering wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes dada, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but remember you did throw me full province for booking the ... ''

He was quiet for minutes but I resisted the itch to develop in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to await, 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 nervousness evident in his stammering, incertain voice. Getting no prompt reply from me he went on, `` I know you think dear, ... since your natal day I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for Daddy, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking quick glance at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd help 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 consistence chemical reaction to you mean 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 crusade 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 book in and have dinner and then tattle about it in the morning. But we do have to talk sweetie, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

'' Yes Daddy, I 'm sorry about everything, '' I whispered, one rip sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame St. James the Apostle, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. `` We gave you our best suite .... No surplus thrill, '' the manager said after we had filled in the enrollment cards, a broad smile on his cheek, `` We do n't often get newlyweds. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into dad and kissed him lightly on the lips. `` We 're so bore monsieur, '' I said turning to the handler, `` We 'd just care to shower and alteration and have dinner in our room. Can you have dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his whole torso signaling blessing as his eyes hungrily roved over my young, advanced trunk, wishing it was he who was going to pass the nighttime in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the large bedroom with its king size of it bed and the large dining/living elbow room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period part, the balcony clear to a vista that led our center to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the position, the flowers, the yield basket, the chocolates, the Champagne cooling ... `` So now, what do you think of my little subterfuge my earnest husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad smile on my face.

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

'' Would you wish to plowshare with me Daddy ? I think I read they have a piddle dearth over here, '' I offered with a twinkle in my eyes,

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

~~~~~

'' What are you so felicitous about young lady ? '' dada asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his large body encased in the sybaritic robe that came with the room.

'' naught, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the reduce, silk, ivory gown that was my only covering, a robe I 'd buy just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two in muscular body seeming to exudate index and sexuality with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a chance to react we heard the weak tapping on the door and dad pivoted and moved to respond it, and then let in an lose weight, elderly, uniformed bellboy, pushing a dish up 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 eyes rushed to my cleavage, to the dark circles that showed through the slender silk, to the hem of my robe, only just covering my blonde curls.

It took him stumbling minute to put down the tray, to set the table, continually taking quick glimpse at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by pa, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front line of his pants bulging outward.

'' You might have given the pathetic man a substance attack '' Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me.

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

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

'' You said they were for capital of France dad, '' 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 wish them ? '' I asked.

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in cattiness of the sexual tenseness between us. We were both excited about the trip-up, about capital of France, about the adventure that awaited us over the next ten week. Neither of us had ever visited EC before and looked forward to visiting all the places we 'd heard about all our spirit. We were to inflict the louvre the side by side break of the day and eagerly discussed the gem we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as pop wheeled the cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the sofa in the living room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe unfold, and cognise my wax breasts were shamelessly exposed, but did n't care, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our repast had been just enough to lower my last rest inhibitions with my father.

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

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

'' You 're as bad as the bellhop, '' I giggled nervously, my cool suddenly gone, knowing the next few minutes were so vital to my future happiness.

He moved towards me, and wrapping his arm around my shoulder and tucking me against his warm torso, started to spill. `` Oh Steffie, I love you so much dearest. But not like this, not as a man and char, ... not as buff, '' he sputtered. `` You 're my girl, my beautiful daughter ... We ca n't ... I do n't think of you like that Steff, '' he finished, but his tentative word seemed said more to convince himself to a greater extent than me.

'' You do n't need to do it me Daddy ? '' 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 day of the month for the last four months ? ``

'' What ? ``

'' You used to escort 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 book on father-daughter relationships ? Yes I saw it in your elbow room papa, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between sire and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest web site ? Reading taradiddle about fathers making passion with their girl, watching tabu picture, '' I demanded.

'' How come you always get an hard-on every clip I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to pound at him, my ramification now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

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

'' Honey, we ca n't, '' he moaned, `` its wrongfulness truelove. I do n't want to hurt you Steff. You 've got your totally spirit ahead of you, '' he groaned as his subdivision engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' Bullshit Daddy, '' I said as I moved my lips against his, burying my tongue oceanic abyss in his mouth. If it 's so improper Daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come in there 's ten million hitting when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a k subject area by respected scholars on the subject field if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so profane how do a million father are sleeping with their daughters tonight ? How come daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

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

He pulled my gaping gown off my articulatio humeri as he walked, letting it slip to the storey even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the canvas I fell back spread-eagle, my legs suspension over the bound of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his gown as he fumbled urgently to get it off.

Finally he stood naked between my legs, his angry putz now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deep in my pinko, 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 cheeks and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my legs, his thick organ now bouncing between my thighs as he lowered his sassing onto mine.

'' Oh dada yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my rim and moved his tongue over my chin and down onto an aching mamilla, swallowing it as his dentition pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt first one and then a secondment fingerbreadth slip inside me, my pelvis arching upward in lust.

'' Oh Steff, you feel so serious, so sodding, '' Daddy groaned as he pumped his two fingers in and out of me, finally bringing them to his sass where he tasted his daughter for the first time.

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

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

'' We have all night honey, '' the secure, surefooted, sexy father I 'd always known now back in control, all need for farther ruse on my parting now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't require any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the incursion I craved. As he ran his mitt from my whisker down over my titty, stopping just for a back to bug my already puffy tit, and then down to my hips and my butt, 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 thighs apart, positioning me so his incredibly large cockhead rested lightly against my dilate clit.

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

'' dada, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my chthonic rim stretched blanket, seemingly incompetent of accepting him. `` He 's too big pa, '' I whimpered as he continued his assault.

'' Aaaaaaaahh pop, '' I groaned as I felt the capitulum pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thick head and tighten on the blue devil veined prick. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more inch before retreating, gradually working to a greater extent 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 men lifting and separating my legs, he started a unbendable regular recurrence of long, bass strokes, each stroking igniting a million boldness endings the length of my cunt.

I could feel my dead body stretching with each separatrix, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long ray of light with my juice, welcoming this foreigner 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 brim in his, his tongue penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing pecker even deeper.

So this is what a substantial 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 electrocution jet of sperm to oversupply them. I locked my legs around his book binding and met every thrust as the feeling crashed through me, the liquid melt at my core.

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

'' STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE, '' daddy moaned as the last liquid 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 juice like a proud cloak. I slid down pa 's organic structure, ineffective to resist the urge to try him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the last drop curtain of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat.

'' Jesus infant, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my deal continued to pump him relentlessly while the early found and squeezed his tightened dismissal and ballock, all the while trying to stuff even more of him into my mouth.

As I gulped him in he twirled me around and seconds later felt his lingua on my dilate gash, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing clitoris, his soft lips instantly restarting the liquidity seepage, the shuddering buildup, the prelude to my inevitable orgasm.

I thought I 'd go brainsick as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to get up away from his look before he grasped my tail and pulled me back, holding me bed covering to his lips, a fingerbreadth deep in my ass. I could only swallow five or six in of Daddy but my two hands continued to go him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first twitching of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my voice garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` Saviour pa, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lips moved up his consistence and kissed him. I could sample my cunt as our tongues met, as he licked some of his sperm from deep within my mouth.

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

'' I did n't know, Jesus, '' I finally gasped, `` Is it always like that dad ? ``

'' Oh sweetheart, 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 Daddy, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

'' Pretty unspoilt sweetheart, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we near try it again just to make certain. ``

'' You mean you can do it agaaaain pa ? '' I asked doubtfully, but even as I teased I grabbed his hard shaft and rolled on top of him. I sat astride him, riding his thick pole, pretending I was in ascendence, but knowing I 'd be his slave forever.

~~~~~

We awoke late the next morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thoughts of the Louvre Museum and the Anglesey Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the next two dozen hours was for a warm shower bath, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may take in had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the fin two days later. And in the twenty-four hour period that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel tugboat, Notre gentlewoman ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a boat trip down the seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the nights I lay entwined with Daddy, my legs locked around his back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping lance, spouting his semen as I groaned.

We got matrimonial ten Clarence Day later, married in a small church by a smiling, cherubic priest in a petty hamlet in the due south of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percentage legal ceremony ; perhaps most people would call it a sham, but for Daddy and me it was the most grand day of our lives.

THE present - 2006

As I look at those exposure today I see an innocent fille walking from the church, looking almost demure in my simple white dress, the lace veil hiding my oculus as I look up into Daddy 's smiling face. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the pictures can see the joy, the love between the newlyweds, the sexual promise.

The rest of that rattling summertime is etched forever in my memory ; Barcelona and Seville in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the coliseum, the lovesome waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Cecil John Rhodes, the Parthenon, the Blue Mosque in Istanbul ... it was consummate, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small, romantic import with papa that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making beloved on a deserted beach south of Rome, walking hand in hired man through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems impossible. God, its dozen years already since that magical summer. I 'm a doctor now. Daddy and I spent seven years in Hub of the Universe while I struggled to keep up with my classmates ; without my husband who 'd been through med school, who knew all the put-on, who was always gear up to tutor me it would take been impossible.

Our three daughter were born during those eld, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the gist of our existence, of our happiness.

We live now in the south, in a medium sized town located on the sea, a Town of sand beaches and laurel wreath trees, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can grab the girls and we can be in our boat and on the urine in twenty min. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the fearfulness, against the betting odds, against the naysayers warnings.

'' Are you almost finished, '' I hear him cry now. Daddy 's almost fifty now, but seems to get younger each class, the boy in him never far from the surface, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my aspiration, my lonesome love.

'' Yes pop, '' I whisper as I move towards his loose arms, towards his smiling case, his thirsty consistency ...

THE END