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'' daddy ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE past times - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' pappa, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my trembling articulatio genus gently brushed against the silk sheets on his king size of it bed.

'' dada, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers body, purring into his ear, my tongue twitch just an inch away, already eager to figure out 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 sonant tack away from his golden skin I could n't aid but heave as his blonde pubic hair came into survey, and then had to fight down myself from grabbing cargo area of him as his long, fat scape appeared, lying proudly on his midst thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger than Jason 's or Billy 's, the only other ace I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my spit over his musket ball and up his farseeing shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat head between my brim and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my thirsty throat.

I knew from experience he would n't stir up unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to rouse once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Doctor, please make up your little daughter feel better, '' I pled silently to his torpid form as I slipped under the sheet 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 pop 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again as the hour passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to revel in the impression of his ruggedness against me.

Over the past tense four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into papa 's bed as he slept, although most nights I 'd only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my way, my pussy tingle as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both time he woke to notice me garb 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 starting time time he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, for sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my abdomen and thighs. I fled that first time, his mucilaginous cream oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been unable to bar giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted pa 's spermatozoan for the commencement time that night, dipping my finger again and again through the drippage emollient, reveling in its odor and nip as I sucked his cum off my finger.

Since that number 1 night I 'd often seen pappa come, and increasingly had had to push myself from straddling dad and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a little while farseeing, that we 'd be in Europe soon, knew that for ten week we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to spend the Night in Daddy 's bed, have him awaken to my au naturel physical structure 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 beloved ? '' was the first thing I heard the side by side morning as I woke to Daddy gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh Daddy, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my breast, my ruby tipped tit immediately jumping erect. `` I had a nightmare Daddy, a terrible incubus, '' I said in a little girl 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my pap brush against his chest.

'' But dearest, Deliverer '' he started to resist, his eyes raking over my firm, ripe teenage body.

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

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

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

'' You 're my girl sweetie. You know people would n't realise you sleeping naked in your father 's bed. ``

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

'' Of course not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big girl now. You 've become a woman honey, '' he stammered as I saw his cock raise from its resting office, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his breadbasket. `` It 's not proper for you to kip in your papa 's bed. You should n't look at me honey when I 'm bare, '' he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

dad could n't halt himself from pulling me into his lovesome arms, could n't end himself from asking, `` What was your bad dream about sister ? ``

'' It was dark dad, so moody, '' I whispered, my lips just in from his. `` They attacked me papa, in a dark-skinned alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly, ... they hurt me pa, '' I added, whimpering now.

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

'' They hit me daddy ... so hard, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling body. They scared me so a lot Daddy ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly beard. They wanted to rape me Daddy, pillage me because I 'm an American .... Oh Daddy, they were so marked-up and they made me do frightful affair, '' I said, my torso now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, horror now etched on his face, clearly living his risky incubus, the pollution of his only daughter, but unable now not to find out all the gruesome details.

'' Oh Daddy ! It was so abominable, '' I cried as I wriggled in his arm, the blond curlicue on my pubic pitcher being crushed by his impulse shaft. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth Daddy, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each fourth dimension he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt pop, '' I wept, my face contorted into a face of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other 1 put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum Daddy ... then he put his penis, his big Arabian penis ... .they were n't circumcised Daddy ... it was fearful, filthy ... ''

'' Its O.K. sweetie, please stop, its okey do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome papa insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his unattackable subdivision. `` dad will never let you be hurt by anyone honey, '' he promised, even as his rock hard member tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about succeeding yr dada ? When I 'm away at schoolhouse ... all alone ... there are so many foreigner in Boston Daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blond and just looking and healthy and smart and happy and Americans and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were Thomas More men like you pop. I wish I could get hold a young man as handsome and skillful as you, someone big and hard to protect me, the boys at schooling 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 vocalisation. `` You 'll happen a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in love with, a boy you 'll need to conjoin and start a family with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment.

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

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

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

'' Yeah sure, '' dada responded, a blush spreading across his face. `` I can just see all your eighteen year old high schooltime girlfriends thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the persuasion of my aphrodisiac teenage friends getting off on him.

'' You 're only thirty-seven dada, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the smell of daddy 's dick throbbing against me. `` When you came out last Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to aggress 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 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 consume heard what they said dada when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and contract off your suit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm grim honey, I wo n't get into it again, I did n't think of to abash ... ''

'' Its okay pappa, I liked it. I 'm majestic of my Daddy, proud they think you 're such a sexy man. Their Church Father are both old guys, its only you my champion aspiration of. Monica told me she got so commove when she had her medical, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

'' Oh God, that 's not compensate, I 'm her MD, '' he mumbled.

'' And it is big daddy, '' I said huskily, my eye drifting down towards the crimson pecker that lay between our body. `` Do n't you like it that young girls want you pa ? '' I teased after a tenacious pause. `` Would n't you like to create sleep with to Monica or Jacqui or one of my early friends ? ``

'' They 're just young woman Steffie ; I 'd never have sex with young friends of yours, I 've known them since they were little girls, they 're my patient, '' he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't think they have gracious bodies dad ? You do n't think they 're sexy when you see them naked in your bureau ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're nice girls honey, but they 're too immature for me ... ''

'' They 're adult female 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 breathing spell tickling him, caressing him, inflaming him.

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

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

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

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

I was on my back naked, my legs spread, when Daddy reappeared minutes later, drops of water dotting his all-encompassing chest, a bloodless towel wrapped around his shank. I had one articulatio genus raised in the air, and my slim strands of blond pubic pilus were no barrier as his center locked on my pink inside as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, metre to get up, you do n't want to be late for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat following 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 betimes anyway ? '' I complained as I pushed my genu further into his bridge player, opening myself further to his hungry gaze.

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

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

Finally dressed, he turned back to me and gave me a flying candy kiss on the os frontale before saying, `` Now you be sound today Steffie. I should be home around seven ; do you want me to clean up something for dinner party ? ``

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the reservation of our stumble going anyway honey ? You 've only got a couple of days 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 Daddy. I 'll make you all the contingent tonight. Bye, love you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the front door slammed shut, the finger's breadth of my provide hand snaking down between my already soften thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether lip, my erect clit, my digit as they slowly spread my snatch and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing digit, yet even this unequal replacement for pa 's big dent still brought me to a shuddering climax in minutes, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my copious spending. I brought my sopping fingers to my mouth and reveled in my taste, wishing only that it was mixed with Daddy 's thick white sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index number finger's breadth, `` Just four more days dad. We 'll take love for the first fourth dimension in capital of France, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into Daddy 's bed over the last eight days, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us. It had always been unacquainted until last February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't need the boys my age who in increasing issue were flocking around me ; neither he-goat nor Jason had come close to igniting the Passion of Christ that Daddy could elicit with just one kind look, one motion, one caress. Lying in Daddy 's bed, still warm from his consistency, I thought back to that February dark four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

dad had surprised me on that night four months ago, taking me out for an even of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's nearly glamorous night spots - my coming out party he had called it. A festivity of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 newbie Class of Harvard Medical School

I had worn high heels and my sexiest frock, a new, black, clinging silk number, to celebrate the occasion, my breasts relinquish under the low cut top, the heights slit in the dress exposing my firm, long thighs with every tone I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and papa 's lip had plopped clear, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how just it felt to induce my dada so obviously emotional watching me.

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

It was the perfect tense evening and pa made me feel like a young woman 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 literal man, a sexy man. I danced snug than I would have normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after view of my full breasts, my hard crimson mamilla ; sitting, I moved my dress so the slit was towards the front, my wispy thin red silk panty continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my laborious nipples into his chest, grinding my mound into him as my fingers gently caressed his tomentum, his cervix. It was then that I felt it for the first time, felt Daddy 's thick fizgig 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-colored and the sexual muscularity echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom room access, new wild, impossible, incestuous sexual thinking whirling through my psyche. Waiting, wondering what future, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it papa, '' I asked as I opened the lowly rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of utter Stanford White pearls sitting on a bed of black silk. A bill of fare had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the lustrous string, and recognizing Daddy 's illumination 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 take a daughter as form and beautiful and intelligent and dainty and lovingness and loving as you is the best affair that could possibly have happened to me.

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you home from the infirmary. To think that today that niggling 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 great soul you 've become.

There has never been anyone else in the world I have loved Sir Thomas More than you ; I ca n't suppose having lived my life-time without you in it. You bring so much joy into my animation

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

pa

p.s. I thought maybe you 'd like to wear down these pearls when we have dinner in French capital this summer

I think it was that moment in time when I realized there was no one in the earthly concern I 'd rather spend my life with, that there was no one else in the populace I wanted to make sleep with to more than Daddy. As I stood sobbing in his munition, being hugged and kissed by the only person I had ever loved, I felt a billow of sexual attraction echo through my body, my tongue, my mouth, my pap, my liquid interior, my whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with billystick in the back tail of his car, the kissing, the touch, the unrestrained 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 weeks ago, when I had felt for the first, and so far, only time, a penis penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my eubstance was now doing, intuitive feeling, demanding, urging.

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

'' Oh dada, your words, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the alone man I 'll ever love, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my mouth hungrily sought his, wanting him now to know the new me, wanting him to sense as I, wanting him to get the picture that we were destined to be joined in every way.

I could feel a tingle of excitement tremor through his body as our clapper met and explored and could n't avail but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his arms, I ended up facing away from Daddy, my firm bum pushed back against his erection, his hands suddenly to the full of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his fingers fondle me, extort me, before he dropped them as if they were on fervor, mumbling, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm sorry, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them daddy, '' I asked, ignoring his excuse as I slipped the pearls into his impart manus and leaned back against his chest.

'' Of course dearest, '' he said eagerly, clearly gladiola to deliver something innocent to do, assuage that I had n't seemed to mark his furtive touch.

His hired hand were ilk satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my cervix as he lifted my long blond lock to bare me for his ring of pearls. I could feel his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end pillow slip unloose, allowing the aplomb, white bollock to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh pappa, they 're cold and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my clothes away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the string of musket ball swinging between my tits, knowing daddy would see my full-of-the-moon breasts, my now straining nipples as he slowly pulled the Strand upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a real butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the hold behind my neck. But I could feel 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 vocal of joy a reflection of the happiness I felt at finding my life collaborator, my devotee, my only future.

'' expression at the pearls pop, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in front of my mirror. As dad walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti slenderize straps off my shoulder and let my top drop-off to my waist, baring my firm, full eyeball to his jump eyes.

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

'' There just breasts pa, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearls looking at on me, '' and then started to spin the necklace over my pectus. `` They keep getting stuck on my nipples daddy, '' I complained with a piffling smear, faking a inebriety that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long pop, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, firm nipple between my quarter round and finger, presenting a full, firm orb to him.

'' They 're perfect honey, '' he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his small daughter show, believing that this was an devoid daughter play and not a grievous sexual act.

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

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his making love for me so sack up. As I fell back on the bed I could see a moments hesitation before his hands moved to my shank and pulled my dress over my hips and down my legs, leaving me nude except for my pearls and silk panties.

As he hung my dress in my water closet I started to let down my red pants, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my step-in only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me facilitate, '' he offered in his well-nigh fatherly part, as if he was just helping me with homework or the mantrap, but I could find the shudder in his fingers as he touched me.

'' Do you like my new panties pappa, '' I asked, a tipsy, teasing tone still in my voice, `` I bought them just for tonight, just for you, just for my best-loved man. ``

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

After finally getting me arranged and the sheet placed over my bare skin he turned to go, whispering a 'goodnight darling'as he started to back up away.

'' stop for a few moment Daddy, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What beloved ? ``

'' Lie adjacent to me Daddy, like you did when I was vernal, '' 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 moments vacillation his pants, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his White River boxers, and lying on his English watched me as he gently stroked my blonde hair. Feigning sopor, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my sass were less than a half inch from his impertinence, each of my intimation gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his solid chest.

He finally left, maybe two time of day later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping adjacent to his eighteen class old daughter, the continuous rigour against my thigh a lifelike proof.

~~~~~

Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the next cockcrow, a query 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 love ? '' he finally growled as his head emerged from under his sheet.

'' What did you mean about Paris and bone in your letter last night Daddy ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

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

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

'' Well I thought that doc Roderick S. James River and his pin-up daughter, miss Stephanie Danielle James might just gain from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' daddy said smugly, a full smile unimaginable 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.

'' MD James has already told his workfellow and the hospital governing that he will be out of the country for the metre period covered by those tickets my dearest, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his lastly chance to leave his beautiful daughter advice and counseling before she flings herself out into the heavy world. ``

I did n't ease up him a opportunity to say another word as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in buss. But I could n't avail but notice his desolation as I embraced him, and I felt a tingle of both fear and excitement as I saw dada 's member for the first time, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's punishing I wondered as Daddy asked, `` I take it you 're free then miss William James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the just the ticket - it 's up to you to determine where we 'll go and when. You got four month to decide and then to leger the elbow room and car and flights and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

And that 's how Daddy had left it and me those four calendar month ago and ever since all I 'd thought about was Daddy 's big penis and how I was going to convert him to let me have got it for the relief of our liveliness !

SPRING 1994

In the calendar month that followed, through March and April and May, our relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night. We were suddenly in new terra incognita territory ; now longer was it just the ingenuous loving father-daughter relationship we 'd lived for eighteen years.

I think it was loose for me, my juvenility allowing me to immediately accept the fact I wanted Daddy as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about society 's rejection of this forbidden 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 ; society 's tabu against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my organic structure was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.

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

Daughters do screw their Padre like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an only child whose mother had left her when she was ten yr old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to fill my Mommies place and become daddy 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those month. I dressed better, no more denim or sweats and sneak at dinner, instead I changed to clothes, or blouse and doll supporting players, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't ignore the womanhood I 'd become.

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each meter just seconds longer than normal, making Daddy sense the woman I was.

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

I even teased him from time to prison term, 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 come he was spending so practically time at home. `` I 'm only going to bear you for a few more calendar month'sweetie, '' he 'd respond as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his exhilaration, the growing intimate desire he felt for me, could n't help oneself but observe the hard-on Daddy 'd grow as I wriggled against him, my release robe allowing his roving eyes light access to my full, solid breasts.

We did n't hash out what was happening to us over those calendar month, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared dad. But I knew he was studying the job, trying to present these forbidden desires that were threatening to overwhelm him.

I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic account of computer graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to the sites Daddy had been surfing, sites that had story of, and genuine videos of Church Father making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

I remembered all this as I lay in Daddy 's bed that June break of the day, stroking myself, a short substitute for what I wanted, what I needed. But we 'd be European Community soon, then I knew it 'd happen ...

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

Our flight of stairs left Pittsburgh airdrome at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles De Gaulle Airport in Paris at seven pm French time.

After finally collecting our cup of tea and clearing customs duty, something the French are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as dada drove our rented car towards our lowly but upscale four star hotel on the left hand Bank I started to talk, knowing I had to explain 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 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 expect at me, a big smile on his face.

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

'' C'mon honey spittle it out, '' he ordered as his hired hand left the steering bike for a second and caress my thigh.

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

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

haste now, tidal bore to spill the unscathed story in one fell slide, I explained, `` When I filled in the online adjustment physique Daddy, I must cause filled in the faulty box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs Jesse James and I do n't sleep with, I did n't change it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't need two rooms for just two people, I mean we 'd make unnecessary money this way and ... ''

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

'' wellspring that 's sorta complicated pop, '' I mumbled.

'' This is just a problem with our hotel in capital of France, right Stephanie ? '' Daddy asked, a touch modality of both choler and amusement in his voice.

'' well not exactly dada. '' Seeing a frown spreading across his case, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a soundly estimate daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll save money and some of them offered exceptional supernumerary for honeymooner and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in genus Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Italian capital, Athens, the Hellenic Islands, Stamboul honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his free hand now back on the steering steering wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but remember you did apply me wide responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was calm for minutes but I resisted the itch to damp in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, to let him determine, 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, diffident vocalization. Getting no immediate reception from me he went on, `` I know you think dear, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something dissimilar 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 consume said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to believe that ... .. that maybe you thought my bodies 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 aggravation as we pulled into the drive fronting the hotel. `` Lets not occupy about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the William Sydney Porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just Koran in and have dinner and then verbalize about it in the morning. But we do bear to talk sweetheart, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

'' Yes pa, I 'm sorry about everything, '' I whispered, one bout sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame Epistle of James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted dad and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the movement desk. `` We gave you our best suite .... No extra charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the readjustment bill of fare, a across-the-board grin on his brass, `` We do n't often get newlywed. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into pa and kissed him lightly on the lips. `` We 're so wear down monsieur, '' I said turning to the managing director, `` We 'd just like to shower and modification and have dinner in our elbow room. Can you have dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his unharmed organic structure signaling commendation as his eyes hungrily roved over my Brigham Young, ripe body, wishing it was he who was going to drop the night in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning rooms, the with child bedchamber with its business leader size of it bed and the with child dining/living elbow room both elegantly furnished in beautiful Gallic period pieces, the balcony open to a vista that led our centre to Notre chick and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to pa, after we had both taken in the suite, the view, the bloom, the fruit basketball hoop, the cocoa, the champagne chilling ... `` So now, what do you call back 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. Jesse James, '' he finally conceded. `` Now go and get your shower, our dinner will be here soon, '' he ordered smiling, giving me a gentle 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 famine over here, '' I offered with a sparkling in my heart,

'' 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 threshold, and dropping my little, Negro, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew pappa was imagining every jiggle of my round fully tits.

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'' What are you so well-chosen about young noblewoman ? '' Daddy asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower bath, his large body encased in the deluxe gown that came with the room.

'' Nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the cut, silk, ivory robe that was my only covering, a gown I 'd grease one's palms just for tonight. God, he 's fine-looking I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six fundament, two inch muscular body seeming to ooze power and sex with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a chance to respond we heard the light tapping on the room access and dad pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an reduce, aged, uniform bellboy, pushing a dishful laden cart.

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through sens 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 thin silk, to the hem of my robe, only just covering my blond curls.

It took him stumbling minutes to unload the tray, to set the table, continually taking promptly glance at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by pappa, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his drawers bulging outward.

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

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

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

'' You said they were for Paris Daddy, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between my breasts. `` Do you like them ? '' I asked.

'' They 're beautiful love, '' 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 tensity between us. We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the dangerous undertaking that awaited us over the succeeding ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited Common Market before and looked forward to visiting all the places we 'd listen about all our lives. We were to visit the Louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as daddy wheeled the handcart and dishes out the doorway I plopped down on the couch in the living room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe exposed, and get laid my full white meat were shamelessly exposed, but did n't manage, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to take down my net remaining inhibitions with my father.

'' Sit with me Daddy, '' I said, patting the nates future 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 eyes flicking from my knocker to my thighs before meeting mine.

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

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

'' You do n't need to have sex me Daddy ? '' I demanded.

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' You used to particular date all the fourth dimension, 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 human relationship ? Yes I saw it in your way papa, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between Church Father and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing net incest sites ? Reading write up about Father-God making dearest with their girl, watching forbidden videos, '' I demanded.

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

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

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

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

'' Bullshit papa, '' I said as I moved my lip against his, burying my tongue deep in his mouth. If it 's so wrong dada, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million smash when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a thousand studies by respected scholars on the matter if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so demoralise how get a million fathers are sleeping with their girl tonight ? How total Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

Watching his optic as he carried me, I had a minute of panic, of concern, as I saw the raw male lust burning deeply inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too belated 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 shoulders as he walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the weather sheet I fell back rout, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his robe as he fumbled urgently to get it off.

Finally he stood raw between my leg, his angry cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deep in my pink, moist sheathe.

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

He grabbed my rear nerve and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my peg, his boneheaded pipe organ now bouncing between my thigh as he lowered his lip onto mine.

'' Oh Daddy yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his lingua over my chin and down onto an aching pap, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt outset one and then a secondment finger slick inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.

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

My manus 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 puss, already unresolved and awash with my juices, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all dark dear, '' the impregnable, positive, aphrodisiac father I 'd always known now back in mastery, all need for further artifice on my section now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't take any to a greater extent foreplay ; I was already shaking in prediction, moist, lubricated for the incursion I craved. As he ran his hands from my fuzz down over my boob, stopping just for a second to tease my already bouffant mammilla, and then down to my pelvis and my butt, I stared transfixed at the magnetic pole that seemed to rise from between my legs.

Suddenly worried again at its size of it, I trembled when his hands moved over my ass and pulled my second joint apart, positioning me so his incredibly with child cockhead rested lightly against my distended clit.

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

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

'' Aaaaaaaahh pop, '' I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my bitch close behind the thick head and tighten on the blue air veined ray. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more column inch 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 kneeling between my pegleg, his mitt lifting and separating my peg, he started a stabilize beat of long, rich virgule, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the duration of my cunt.

I could feel my soundbox stretching with each accident, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long jibe with my juice, welcoming this outlander intruder into my center.

Faster and faster he pistoned, each mysterious incursion now producing an touch 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 arch started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing shaft even deeper.

So this is what a substantial man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first cramp shuddered through my body, as my inside throbbed as they awaited the beginning burning jet of sperm to flood them. I locked my legs around his backbone and met every thrust as the spirit crashed through me, the liquid melt at my core.

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

'' STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE, '' Daddy moaned as the finis liquid cramp of his stopcock filled me.

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a lofty cloak. I slid down Daddy 's body, ineffectual to resist the impulse to taste him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the hold up drops of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat.

'' Jesus baby, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my hands continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his tightened pouch and glob, all the spell trying to pig out even more of him into my mouth.

As I gulped him in he twirled me around and secondment later felt his tongue on my distended gash, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing clitoris, his soft backtalk instantly restarting the liquidness ooze, the shuddering buildup, the prelude to my inevitable orgasm.

I thought I 'd go wild as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his back talk, and even attempted to wind away from his case before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me spread to his sass, a finger trench in my ass. I could only swallow five or six column inch of dada but my two hands continued to mould him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first vellication of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my articulation garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce daddy continued to pump into me. `` Good Shepherd daddy, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my backtalk moved up his body and kissed him. I could savor my bitch as our tongue met, as he licked some of his sperm from cryptic within my mouth.

We finally fell apart and lay for minutes side by position, the quiet of the nighttime broken only by our rasping breathing.

'' I did n't know, 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 ok Daddy, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

'' Pretty good steady, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we better try it again just to make sure. ``

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the adjacent sunup, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all cerebration of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The entirely clock time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a quick rain shower, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any mistrust he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the fin two days later. And in the solar day that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel Tower, Notre ma'am ( but we saw no hunchback ! ), took a boat tripper 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 seed as I groaned.

We got married ten Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, married in a minuscule Christian church by a smiling, seraphic priest in a little village in the Dixieland of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal ceremony ; perhaps near hoi polloi would call it a sham, but for Daddy and me it was the most wondrous day of our lives.

THE nowadays - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an guiltless girl walking from the church building, looking almost demure in my simple-minded White attire, the lacing veil hiding my centre as I look up into Daddy 's smiling fount. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the depiction can see the joy, the love between the newlywed, the intimate promise.

The rest period of that fantastic summertime is etched forever in my retentiveness ; Barcelona and Seville in Espana, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Roma and the Coliseum, the warm waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Cecil J. Rhodes, the Parthenon, the blue Mosque in Istanbul ... it was perfect, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small, romantic moments with Daddy that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at mantle Sounion, making sexual love on a deserted beach Confederate States of Rome, walking handwriting in paw through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems impossible. God, its twelve 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 schoolmate ; without my hubby who 'd been through med school, who knew all the tricks, who was always ready to tutor me it would consume been impossible.

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

We live now in the Confederate States of America, in a medium sized townspeople located on the ocean, a town of gumption beaches and palm tree diagram, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my married man and I can seize the girls and we can be in our boat and on the water in twenty minutes. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the fears, against the odds, against the naysayers warnings.

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

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whisper as I move towards his open arms, towards his smiling face, his athirst body ...

THE END