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'' dada ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE past - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' pappa, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit way, stopping only when my trembling articulatio genus gently brushed against the silk sheets on his male monarch size bed.

'' dada, are you awaken ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers torso, purring into his ear, my tongue twitching just an inch away, already eager to lick inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my teat stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the subdued sheet away from his golden skin I could n't help but heave as his blond pubic haircloth came into view, and then had to fight myself from grabbing hold of him as his recollective, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the one percent clock time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so much larger than Jason 's or billy 's, the only other unity I had ever seen. Licking my back talk, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his balls and up his long shaft, what it would experience like to pop the fat fountainhead between my mouth and what his sperm would try like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he would n't awaken unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to wake once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh physician, please take a shit your little daughter experience better, '' I pled silently to his inert form as I slipped under the piece of paper and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the first prison term I had lain in bed next to papa while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at first he must have awakened. It was only after spending a figure of Nox in Daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again as the time of day passed his member would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to enjoy in the opinion of his hardness against me.

Over the past four calendar month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although virtually nights I 'd only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my elbow room, my pussy tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morn but both times he woke to detect me attired demurely in my most bourgeois p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lie in naked in his weaponry for hours.

The first clock 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 stomach and thighs. I fled that first time, his sticky ointment oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been ineffective to discontinue giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted dad 's sperm for the first base meter that night, dipping my finger's breadth again and again through the drip cream, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his come off my finger.

Since that first night I 'd often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to contend myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient role only a little while farsighted, that we 'd be in Europe soon, knew that for ten hebdomad we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd take a shit love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to spend the night in pa 's bed, have him awaken to my naked body 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 honey ? '' was the first matter I heard the next 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 titty, my ruby tipped tit immediately jumping erect. `` I had a incubus Daddy, a terrible nightmare, '' I said in a little girlfriend 's vocalisation as I leaned over towards him, letting him finger my nipple brushwood against his chest.

'' But honey, Christ '' he started to protest, his heart raking over my firm, ripe teenage body.

'' But what pop ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the Nox and felt dad 's big shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, Theodore Harold White sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

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

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

'' You sleep raw, '' I pouted. `` And besides, who cares what other masses think ? '' I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. `` Besides, you 've seen me nude before - I am your daughter ! And you 're my doctor, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my body. Is something ill-timed with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my peg and blazon, 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 fair sex honey, '' he stammered as I saw his cock rise from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. `` It 's not right for you to sleep in your papa 's bed. You should n't await at me love when I 'm naked, '' he insisted as he saw my center drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

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

'' It was dark dad, so wickedness, '' I whispered, my lips just inches from his. `` They attacked me dada, 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 dad ... so arduous, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling consistence. They scared me so a good deal papa ! They were alien ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly byssus. They wanted to dishonor me pappa, violate me because I 'm an American English .... Oh Daddy, they were so foul and they made me do terrible things, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, horror now etched on his face, clearly living his worst nightmare, the defilement of his merely girl, but unable now not to learn all the gruesome details.

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

'' Its okay sweetie, delight halt, its okay do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome dad insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his strong arm. `` dad will never let you be hurt by anyone beloved, '' he promised, even as his rock hard penis tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about side by side year dad ? When I 'm away at school day ... all alone ... there are so many foreigners in Boston dad. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blond and good looking and healthy and chic and happy and Americans and Christians ... ''

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

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

'' Forever Steffie, '' he insisted as he moved his burning lip 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 schooling are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a undertone of regret evident in his vocalism. `` You 'll find a overnice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in sexual love with, a boy you 'll want to get married and get a family with, '' he continued, but I could see he was well-chosen and energise with my compliment.

'' I do n't want a boy Daddy ... and no one as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even tighter, forcing him to sense his footling girlfriend 's now ripe body.

'' God honey, I 'm an old man, way too old and debile for a beautiful young fille like you, '' he protested, but made no try to strike away, in fact seemed to push his punishing scape even harder into me.

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

'' Yeah sure, '' Daddy responded, a blush spreading across his face. `` I can just see all your eighteen twelvemonth old high school day girl thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of my sexy teenage supporter getting off on him.

'' You 're only 37 Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the tactile property of Daddy 's putz pounding against me. `` When you came out last Billy Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to set on you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

'' Your affair dad .... Your penis, it stretched your suit so much Daddy. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

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

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

'' I 'm drab honey, I wo n't don 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 guys, its only you my champion ambition of. Monica told me she got so unrestrained when she had her medical checkup, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the deep red prick that lay between our trunk. `` Do n't you like it that new little girl want you dada ? '' I teased after a recollective pause. `` Would n't you like to make enjoy to Monica or Jacqui or one of my former admirer ? ``

'' They 're just girls Steffie ; I 'd never feature sex with Edward 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 wish them ? You do n't think they have nice bodies Daddy ? You do n't think they 're sexy when you see them naked in your office ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're nice young woman honey, but they 're too young for me ... ''

'' They 're woman now dada, 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 breather 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 daughter, your little girl, would you want to make dear to me Daddy ? '' I pressed him for an response even as my fingers moved onto and around his hardness.

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

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

I was on my back naked, my legs spread, when pop reappeared minutes later, drib of water dotting his across-the-board chest, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one articulatio genus raised in the air, and my thin strands of blond pubic haircloth were no barrier as his eye locked on my pink interior as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetheart, metre to get up, you do n't want to be belated for schoolhouse, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat adjacent to me and lightly ran his hand over my didder knee and up and down my inside thigh.

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

'' I have an mental process at eight beloved, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pluck his Jockey shorts up his hairy legs, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

'' He 'll never fit, it 's too big, '' I giggled as I watched pop try to stuff his fat rooster under the short material. `` I like it when I see him so hard papa, do you require any assist ? '' I continued as daddy blushed and turned away from my eagre eyes.

Finally dressed, he turned back to me and gave me a quick buss on the brow before saying, `` Now you be goodness today Steffie. I should be home around seven ; do you desire me to pick up something for dinner ? ``

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the booking of our stumble going anyway honey ? You 've only got a pair of mean solar day more you know. Have you got it all finalized ? '' he asked as he moved, his eye never leaving me as he backed towards the door.

'' I finished yesterday papa. I 'll return you all the details tonight. Bye, erotic 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 left bridge player snaking down between my already damp second joint. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorge nether rim, my raise clit, my finger's breadth as they slowly fan out my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to come across my probing finger, yet even this unequal replacement for Daddy 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in bit, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my rich spending. I brought my sopping fingerbreadth to my sass and reveled in my tasting, wishing only that it was conflate with pappa 's thick white sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index fingerbreadth, `` Just four more than days daddy. We 'll make dearest for the offset clip in capital of France, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into Daddy 's bed over the live eight years, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us. It had always been guiltless until last February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the male child my age who in increasing numbers were flocking around me ; neither Billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the cacoethes that pa could stir with just one kind looking at, one gesture, one caress. Lying in Daddy 's bed, still fond from his body, I thought back to that February night four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

daddy had surprised me on that night four months ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous night spots - my coming out company he had called it. A solemnisation of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 Freshman Class of John Harvard Medical School

I had worn high heels and my sexiest dress, a new, calamitous, clinging silk number, to celebrate the occasion, my chest unfreeze under the low cut top, the mellow incision in the dress exposing my business firm, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy 's backtalk had plopped open, clearly stunned at the impression I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how good it felt to have my pa so obviously excited 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 input my friends were always making about dad, about how they 'd roll in the hay to be alone with him.

It was the perfect evening and Daddy made me feel like a daughter who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to do by him like a real number man, a sexy man. I danced closer than I would sustain normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after view of my wide tit, my hard crimson mammilla ; sitting, I moved my dress so the slit was towards the front, my wispy tenuous red silk scanty continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my boob, my hard mamilla into his chest, grinding my mound into him as my digit gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the kickoff meter, felt Daddy 's thick spear detrition, 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 hullabaloo when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine-coloured and the sexual muscularity echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my chamber door, new wild, impossible, incestuous sexual thoughts whirling through my mental capacity. wait, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped software program as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the small rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of hone white pearl sitting on a bed of dark silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the glistening drawstring, and recognizing Daddy 's miniature scribble, and shaking I read :

Dear Stephanie

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

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you family from the hospital. To remember that today that little miss is now XVIII and soon will be leaving me for university and adulthood is almost uncomprehensible. I 'm so proud of you honey, how well you 've done, what an outstanding person you 've become.

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

pa

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

I think it was that present moment in meter when I realized there was no one in the world I 'd rather drop my life sentence with, that there was no one else in the earthly concern I wanted to make love to to a greater extent than pop. As I stood sobbing in his blazonry, being hugged and kissed by the but someone I had ever loved, I felt a upsurge of intimate drawing card echo through my body, my tongue, my lips, my teat, my liquid insides, my whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with Billy in the back up seat of his car, the necking, the touch, the frantic wrestle ; 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 week ago, when I had felt for the first, and so far, only time, a member penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my organic structure was now doing, tone, demanding, urging.

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

'' Oh pa, your words, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the exclusively man I 'll ever love, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to recognise the new me, wanting him to finger as I, wanting him to dig that we were destined to be joined in every way.

I could palpate a chill of excitement tremor through his physical structure as our tongues met and explored and could n't help but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

'' Sweetie ! '' Daddy gasped as he pulled back from me, mix-up 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 full of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his fingers fondle me, hale me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, `` 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 left hand and leaned back against his chest.

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

His hand were wish satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my neck opening as he lifted my tenacious blond curl to publicize me for his halo of bead. I could feel his hint on my ear as he slowly opened the clutches but then let one end slip release, allowing the cool, white balls to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh pop, they 're cold 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 strand of balls swinging between my breast, knowing Daddy would see my broad breasts, my now straining nipple as he slowly pulled the filament upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a real butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck opening. But I could feel pop 's excitation throbbing into the fracture of my rear and knew he was feeling the same emotions and desires that were exploding inside of me.

'' They 're beautiful, '' I sang as I danced away from him and into my room, my song of joy a reflexion of the happiness I felt at finding my life sentence pardner, my lover, my lonesome future.

'' Look at the drop daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance 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 waist, baring my firm, full moon eyeball to his startled eyes.

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

'' There just titty dad, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearls look on me, '' and then started to spin the necklace over my chest. `` They keep getting stuck on my nipples dada, '' I complained with a little aspersion, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really finger. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one hanker, unfluctuating nipple between my thumb and fingerbreadth, presenting a full, firm orb to him.

'' They 're perfect honey, '' he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his niggling daughters show, believing that this was an innocent daughter play and not a dangerous intimate act.

'' I had a consummate day Daddy, I love you so much, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his substantial, welcoming branch. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his passion for me so clear. As I fell back on the bed I could see a bit indisposition before his hand moved to my shank and pulled my dress over my rosehip and down my legs, leaving me naked except for my pearls and silk panties.

As he hung my dress in my closet I started to get down my red bloomers, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my panty only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his about fatherly vocalisation, as if he was just helping me with prep or the stunner, but I could feel the tremor in his finger's breadth as he touched me.

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

'' That 's nice sweetie, '' he responded, as he lifted me so he could get the weather sheet 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 away.

'' halt for a few minutes pop, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What honey ? ``

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

'' Sure dearest, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his horseshoe and shirt and after a import faltering his pants, slipped under the sheet next 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 backtalk were less than a half column inch from his nerve, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his stiff chest.

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

~~~~~

papa was still sleeping when I entered his room the next morn, a question combustion in my brain as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter.

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

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

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

'' No papa, you know commencement exercise on the 21st and then I 'm free for the summer. ``

Smiling he handed me the gasbag which soon yielded two plane tickets. He was grinning as I slowly deciphered the route. `` Pittsburgh - City of Light leaving on the 23rd and returning on August 30th for two, '' I read. `` But what does it think pop ? Which two are going to City of Light ? '' I asked, more confused now than ever.

'' fountainhead I thought that doc Roderick S. James IV and his lovely daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just gain from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a wide grin out of the question to accommodate back.

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

'' doctor Henry James has already told his colleagues and the hospital administration that he will be out of the state for the metre period covered by those tickets my love, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprisal and felicity. `` He feels that this might be his last fortune to turn over his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the greater universe. ``

I did n't fall in him a chance to say another discussion as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kisses. But I could n't help but notice his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fear and excitement as I saw Daddy 's penis for the commencement time, lying proudly between his ramification, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's operose I wondered as daddy asked, `` I take it you 're absolve then Miss James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the ticket - it 's up to you to adjudicate where we 'll go and when. You got four months to decide and then to Scripture the suite and cars and flying and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

'' No buts my lovely girl, 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 pa 's big penis and how I was going to convince him to let me cause it for the relief of our life-time !

bounce 1994

In the month that followed, through border district and April and May, our relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that nighttime. We were suddenly in new unknown dominion ; now longer was it just the innocuous loving father-daughter family relationship we 'd lived for xviii years.

I think it was comfortable for me, my youth allowing me to immediately bear the fact I wanted Daddy as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about lodge 's rejection of this forbidden love, of beau monde 's criminalization of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my organic structure was demanding. It was harder for him ; club 's taboo against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my body was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.

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

girl do get laid their founder like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for soul like me, an solitary tyke whose mother had left her when she was ten yr old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my momma place and become pa 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those months. I dressed better, no more jeans or workout suit and snitcher at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and annulus corps de ballet, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't dismiss the woman I 'd become.

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than normal, making daddy experience the woman I was.

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

I even teased him from clip to time, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many lady friend, how seed he was spending so much sentence at home. `` I 'm only going to give you for a few more calendar month'sweetie, '' 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 facilitate but discover the erection Daddy 'd turn as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes sluttish access to my full phase of the moon, firm breasts.

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

I found the rule book hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter dearest, as well as erotic accounts of vivid, incestuous sex. His computer browsing history increasingly led me to the sites pa had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual telecasting of Padre making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - French capital

Our trajectory left Pittsburgh airdrome at seven in the morning, arriving at Prince Charles De Gaulle Airport in Paris at seven pm French people time.

After finally collecting our dish and clearing customs, something the French are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the aerodrome around nine-thirty, and as Daddy drove our let car towards our low but upscale four wizard hotel on the Left Bank I started to verbalize, knowing I had to explain exactly what I had done before we got there.

'' About the hotel daddy, our way, '' I started tentatively.

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

'' The reservation dad, 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 fault at first, 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 hand left the direction wheel for a secondment and caressed my thigh.

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

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a confused smell crossing his face, his finger's breadth momentarily tightening on my bare upper berth leg.

rushing now, eager to slop the unanimous story in one fell slide, I explained, `` When I filled in the online enrollment figure Daddy, I must have filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one way and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs. James and I do n't know, I did n't change it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't need two suite for just two people, I mean we 'd save money this way and ... ''

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

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

'' This is just a job with our hotel in genus Paris, right Stephanie ? '' pappa asked, a hint of both choler and amusement in his voice.

'' Well not exactly Daddy. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his face, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a good idea Daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll carry through money and some of them offered especial duplicate for honeymooner and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athens, the Greek Islands, Constantinople honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his unblock paw now back on the steering bike and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes pop, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but call up you did give me wide-cut responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was muted for proceedings but I resisted the impulse to break 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 restiveness evident in his stammering, unsure articulation. Getting no prompt response from me he went on, `` I know you think dear, ... since your natal day I mean, ... that you 've felt something unlike for me, for daddy, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking quick coup d'oeil at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd help him. `` I know I should take said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to conceive that ... .. that maybe you thought my dead body response to you signify something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh horseshit, we 're here, '' he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the private road fronting the hotel. `` Lets not concern about it for tonight dearest, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the O. Henry already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just leger in and have dinner and then blab about it in the morning. But we do bear to verbalise sweetie, you ca n't go on intellection we ... ''

'' Yes papa, I 'm dingy about everything, '' I whispered, one tear sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. `` We gave you our in effect retinue .... No spare cathexis, '' the manager said after we had filled in the registration bill of fare, a liberal grinning on his facial expression, `` We do n't often get honeymooner. ``

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

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his entirely dead body signaling blessing as his eyes hungrily roved over my young, right consistency, wishing it was he who was going to spend the Night in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the large bedroom with its business leader size of it bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful Daniel Chester French menstruation pieces, the balcony open to a prospect that led our heart to Notre bird and the shimmering Seine River beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the horizon, the flowers, the yield basket, the hot chocolate, the champagne cooling system ... `` So now, what do you think of my piffling blind my dear hubby ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad grin on my face.

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

'' Would you wish to part with me Daddy ? I think I read they have a water shortfall 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 door, and dropping my petty, black, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew Daddy was imagining every jiggle of my round good tits.

~~~~~

'' What are you so felicitous about Whitney Young madam ? '' Daddy asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his boastfully body encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' nada, '' I giggled as I stood up, my white meat jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was my lonesome covering, a robe I 'd purchase just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two inch mesomorphic body seeming to exude power and sexuality with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a chance to respond we heard the illumination tapping on the door and pappa pivoted and moved to respond it, and then let in an thin, senior, uniformed bellboy, pushing a serve up laden cart.

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through skunk damaged lungs, but his eyes lit up when he saw me, when he saw what I was wearing. His eye 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 hour to unload the tray, to set the tabular array, continually taking quick glances at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the way by Daddy, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward.

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

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

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

'' You said they were for French capital pa, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even full, exposing the drop as they dangled in the vale between my boob. `` Do you like them ? '' I asked.

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spitefulness of the intimate tension between us. We were both excited about the trip, about French capital, about the risky venture that awaited us over the next ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the spot we 'd discover about all our liveliness. We were to visit the Louvre the succeeding sunrise and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as pappa wheeled the cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the sofa in the living way, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe open, and bang my full breasts were shamelessly exposed, but did n't care, the nursing bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our repast had been just enough to depress my last remain inhibition with my father.

'' Sit with me Daddy, '' I said, patting the behind succeeding to me in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the heart 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 bellman, '' 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 eubstance, started to utter. `` Oh Steffie, I love you so a lot beloved. But not like this, not as a man and adult female, ... not as lovers, '' he sputtered. `` You 're my daughter, my beautiful daughter ... We ca n't ... I do n't cerebrate of you like that Steff, '' he finished, but his tentative language seemed said more to win over himself more than me.

'' You do n't want to roll in the hay me pappa ? '' I demanded.

'' No truelove ... 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 particular date for the hold out four calendar month ? ``

'' What ? ``

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

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

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

'' Why have you been surfing net incest situation ? Reading stories about fathers making love with their daughters, watching interdict videos, '' I demanded.

'' How derive you always get an erecting every time I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to pound at him, my ramification now spread, exposing myself fully to his neural looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. `` ass me pop, delight fuck me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long 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 ache you Steff. You 've got your whole lifespan ahead of you, '' he groaned as his munition engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' Bullshit Daddy, '' I said as I moved my lips against his, burying my spit deep in his mouth. If it 's so wrong papa, '' I finally gasped, `` How fare there 's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on hayseed, how come there 's been a M subject area by respected scholars on the theme if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so perverted how come a million fathers are sleeping with their daughters tonight ? How come daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

'' GOD STEPHANIE, '' he finally roared, a primeval 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 lustfulness burning deep inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too late maybe, if I had made a error, if we were n't about to traverse some inviolate line.

He pulled my gaping robe off my shoulders as he walked, letting it slip to the flooring even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spread-eagled, my branch 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 naked between my pegleg, his angry rooster now thrusting upward, pulsing in its keenness to be buried mysterious in my pink, moist sheathe.

'' pappa ! '' I pled, scared now, convinced now it 'd never fit, that it would split me. God, it 's doubly the size of Jason 's I thought, and even he had hurt me the number 1 time.

He grabbed my buttocks 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 backtalk onto mine.

'' Oh Daddy yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my back talk and moved his natural language over my chin and down onto an aching nipple, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt first-class honours degree one and then a arcsecond finger slip inside me, my rose hip arching upward in lust.

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

My mitt stole to his penis as he inhaled my odor and tasted my sticky sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to pull him into my waiting pussy, already open and awash with my juices, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all night love, '' the strong, confident, aphrodisiacal father I 'd always known now back in ascendance, all need for further artifice on my component part now gone, I was finally going to be made lovemaking to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't call for any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the incursion I craved. As he ran his hands from my pilus down over my boob, stopping just for a irregular to taunt my already puffy nipples, and then down to my articulatio coxae 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 workforce moved over my ass and pulled my thighs apart, positioning me so his incredibly large cockhead rested lightly against my distended clit.

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

'' dada, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my nether lip stretched all-inclusive, seemingly incapable of accepting him. `` He 's too big pappa, '' I whimpered as he continued his assault.

'' Aaaaaaaahh Daddy, '' I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the boneheaded promontory and tighten on the blue veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more in 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 pegleg, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a unbendable rhythm of long, trench virgule, each CVA igniting a million heart endings the length of my cunt.

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

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

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first spasm shuddered through my body, as my inside throbbed as they awaited the first-class honours degree burning at the stake jet of sperm cell to flood them. I locked my pegleg around his back and met every thrust as the feeling crashed through me, the liquid melting at my core.

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

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

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

'' Savior sister, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my manus continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his tighten up carrier bag and testis, all the piece trying to stuff even more of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to lift away from his side before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me bedspread to his mouth, a finger trench in my ass. I could only swallow up five or six inches of dad but my two hands continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first twitching of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my vox garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce dada continued to pump into me. `` Jesus Daddy, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lips moved up his organic structure and kissed him. I could try out my bitch as our tongues met, as he licked some of his spermatozoon from recondite within my mouth.

We finally fell apart and lay for minute side by side of meat, the muteness of the Nox broken only by our rasping breathing.

'' I did n't have it away, Saviour, '' I finally gasped, `` Is it always like that daddy ? ``

'' 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 in force sweetie, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we better try it again just to construct sure. ``

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the next morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all opinion of the louvre and the Anglesey Island Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a quick shower bath, to refreshen us before another bout of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may own had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the Louvre two mean solar day later. And in the days that followed we visited Versailles, the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel Tower, Notre doll ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a boat misstep down the Seine River, etc., etc. But it 's the dark I remember now, the Night I lay entwined with dad, my stage locked around his back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping fishgig, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got marital ten days later, married in a small church by a smiling, cherubic priest in a short village in the south of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred pct effectual ceremony ; perhaps most people would call off it a sham, but for Daddy and me it was the most tremendous day of our lives.

THE PRESENT - 2006

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

The rest period of that wonderful summer is etched forever in my memory ; Barcelona and Seville in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Roma and the Coliseum, the affectionate waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the Blue Mosque in Istanbul ... it was hone, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small, amorous present moment with Daddy that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at mantle Sounion, making love on a deserted beach south of Roma, walking paw in hired man through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems impossible. God, its XII years already since that magical summer. I 'm a doctor now. Daddy and I spent seven years in Bean Town while I struggled to keep up with my classmate ; without my husband who 'd been through med school day, who knew all the tricks, who was always set to tutor me it would have been impossible.

Our three little girl were born during those years, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the nerve center of our existence, of our happiness.

We live now in the south, in a medium sized town located on the sea, a Ithiel Town of sand beaches and palm trees, a Ithiel Town where after closing the clinic for the day, my married man and I can grab 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 call now. Daddy 's almost fifty now, but seems to get younger each yr, 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 give coat of arms, towards his smiling expression, his hungry body ...

THE END