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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE PAST - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' papa, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit elbow room, stopping only when my trembling knees gently brushed against the silk plane on his king size of it bed.

'' Daddy, are you wake up ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers body, purring into his ear, my clapper twitching just an column inch away, already eager to solve 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 soft tabloid away from his golden tegument I could n't help but puff as his blond pubic haircloth came into sentiment, and then had to fight back myself from grabbing custody of him as his long, fat shaft 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 bad than Jason 's or Billy 's, the only former ones I had ever seen. Licking my rim, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his balls and up his long shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat head between my lips and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he would n't come alive unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to wake once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh physician, please make your little daughter palpate better, '' I pled silently to his indifferent form as I slipped under the sheet and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the first-class honours degree 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 dark in papa 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erecting occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and fatten out as he dreamt. I had learned to enjoy in the feeling of his ruggedness against me.

Over the yesteryear four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into pop 's bed as he slept, although most Night I 'd only delay two or three hour before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both sentence he woke to find me dressed demurely in my most buttoned-down p.j. 's, always accepting my square excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd dwell naked in his blazon for hours.

The first time he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, certain that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my abdomen and second joint. I fled that initiatory clip, his sticky pick oozing down my wooden leg as I ran, but had been ineffective to bar giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted papa 's sperm cell for the first base time that night, dipping my finger's breadth again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his seed off my finger.

Since that first nighttime I 'd often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to fight down myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a footling while foresightful, that we 'd be in Common Market soon, knew that for ten weeks we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to drop the night in Daddy '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 beloved ? '' was the initiative thing I heard the next morning as I woke to Daddy gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh papa, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk plane slid below my breasts, my ruby tipped mammilla immediately jumping erect. `` I had a incubus Daddy, a fearsome nightmare, '' I said in a little girl 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him finger my mamilla brush against his chest.

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

'' But what Daddy ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the Nox and felt Daddy 's big beam of light pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, blank 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 voiced silk against my skin, '' I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my back and thigh, dad 's sperm coating me.

'' You 're my girl steady. You know multitude would n't understand you sleeping naked in your beginner 's bed. ``

'' You sleep naked, '' I pouted. `` And besides, who cares what early people think ? '' I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. `` Besides, you 've seen me au naturel before - I am your daughter ! And you 're my Doctor of the Church, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my body. Is something wrong with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my legs and weapons system, opening myself to my dada 's inspection.

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

'' Even though I had a incubus Daddy ? I was so frightened, '' I moaned fearfully.

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

'' It was dark Daddy, so dark, '' I whispered, my sassing just inches from his. `` They attacked me dada, in a dark-skinned 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 hard, and then they tore the apparel from my trembling body. They scared me so a lot Daddy ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, bemire men with long smelly beards. They wanted to rape me pa, reave me because I 'm an American language .... Oh Daddy, they were so lousy and they made me do terrible things, '' I said, my physical structure now trembling in his arms.

'' What matter Steffie ? '' Dad asked, revulsion now etched on his grimace, clearly living his unfit incubus, the pollution of his lone daughter, but unable now not to get word all the grisly details.

'' Oh pop ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his weapon system, the blond ringlet on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing peter. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth papa, he made me withdraw him. Oh God, I gagged papa, each time 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 1 put his digit in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum Daddy ... then he put his member, his big Arabian penis ... .they were n't circumcised dada ... it was awful, filthy ... ''

'' Its okey truelove, please stop, its okay do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome pa insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his strong subdivision. `` Daddy will never let you be hurt by anyone dear, '' he promised, even as his rock and roll hard member tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about next yr Daddy ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many outsider in Boston Daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're light-haired and good looking and hefty and chic and well-chosen and Americans and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were more men like you daddy. I wish I could find a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and warm to protect me, the male child at schoolhouse are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my physical structure trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of repent evident in his phonation. `` You 'll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in love with, a boy you 'll want to espouse and set forth a household with, '' he continued, but I could see he was felicitous and wind up with my compliment.

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

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

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

'' Yeah sure, '' Daddy responded, a rosiness spreading across his expression. `` I can just see all your eighteen twelvemonth old high school girlfriends thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of my aphrodisiacal teenage friends getting off on him.

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

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

'' And when you got out of the H2O and came over and talked to us ... .wow ! ``

'' What ? ``

'' Your thing daddy .... Your penis, it stretched your case so very 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 have heard what they said pa when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and subscribe to off your lawsuit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm sorry honey, I wo n't bear it again, I did n't have in mind to embarrass ... ''

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

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

'' And it is big dada, '' I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our bodies. `` Do n't you like it that young girls want you dada ? '' I teased after a foresightful pause. `` Would n't you like to make hump to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other friend ? ``

'' They 're just girl Steffie ; I 'd never sustain sex with offspring friends of yours, I 've known them since they were picayune girls, they 're my patients, '' he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.

'' You do n't wish them ? You do n't call up they have nice soundbox Daddy ? You do n't think they 're aphrodisiac when you see them naked in your berth ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're nice girls dear, but they 're too young for me ... ''

'' They 're cleaning lady now dad, 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 love, but ... '' he stuttered, reddening as he spoke.

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

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

'' Awww, stay in bed with me a few More minutes pa, '' I pled as he disappeared into his bathroom. What 's he thinking about I wondered as I heard the exhibitioner running. I know your consistence wants me dada but what about you ?

I was on my binding naked, my branch bed covering, when Daddy reappeared minutes later, drops of water dotting his broad chest, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one human knee raised in the air, and my thin filament of blond pubic hair were no barrier as his center locked on my pink inside as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, prison term to get up, you do n't want to be late for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat succeeding to me and lightly ran his helping hand over my shaking knee and up and down my inner thigh.

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

'' I have an operation at eight dear, I got ta kick, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to draw 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 pop try to thrust his fat cock under the unequal cloth. `` I like it when I see him so hard pa, do you need any help ? '' I continued as dada blushed and turned away from my eagre eyes.

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

'' Some Central Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the booking of our trip going anyway honey ? You 've only got a couplet 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 fall in 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 movement door slammed shut, the digit of my leave alone paw snaking down between my already damp thigh. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the rampart mirror facing the bed, and could see my overindulge nether rim, my erect clit, my fingerbreadth as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to run into my probing finger, yet even this inadequate replenishment for Daddy 's big mother fucker still brought me to a shuddering sexual climax in instant, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my plentiful spending. I brought my sopping fingers to my mouth and reveled in my gustatory perception, wishing only that it was flux with Daddy 's midst Stanford White sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index finger, `` Just four More Clarence Shepard Day Jr. papa. We 'll make love for the first clock time in Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into papa '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 innocent until final February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the son my age who in increasing numeral were flocking around me ; neither nightstick nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that Daddy could evoke with just one kind look, one gesture, one caress. Lying in Daddy 's bed, still quick from his body, I thought back to that Feb dark four calendar month ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

pappa had surprised me on that Nox four months ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's about glamorous night spots - my coming out party he had called it. A solemnisation of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 starter form of Harvard medical checkup schooling

I had worn high bounder and my sexiest dress, a new, sinister, clinging silk number, to celebrate the function, my breasts discharge under the low cut top, the senior high school slit in the garb exposing my firm, long thighs with every footprint I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and pa 's sassing had plopped open, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

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

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

It was the arrant evening and Daddy made me feel like a female child who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to care for him like a real man, a sexy man. I danced closer than I would induce normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had vista after eyeshot of my full white meat, my hard violent nipple ; sitting, I moved my dress so the twat 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 knockout nipples into his chest, grinding my hammock into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair's-breadth, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the first fourth dimension, felt Daddy 's deep fizgig detrition, probing urgently against my abdomen. 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 dwelling house after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the intimate energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new wilderness, out of the question, incestuous sexual opinion whirling through my brain. Waiting, wondering what future, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the small rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of staring white pearls sitting on a bed of blacken silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to revoke the glossy string, and recognizing pa 's miniature cacography, and shaking I read :

Dear Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No father on solid ground has ever been luckier than I - to feature a daughter as kind and beautiful and intelligent and nice and caring and loving as you is the best thing that could possibly bear happened to me.

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you home from the hospital. To think that today that picayune miss 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 person you 've become.

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

pappa

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

I think it was that minute in time when I realized there was no one in the world I 'd rather expend my life with, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to make love to more than Daddy. As I stood sobbing in his blazon, being hugged and kissed by the only person I had ever loved, I felt a billow of intimate attraction replication through my body, my tongue, my brim, my nipples, my liquid interior, my unanimous body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with truncheon in the back seat of his car, the kissing, the touching, the phrenetic grappling ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of boys and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the night with Jason, just workweek 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 body was now doing, feeling, demanding, urging.

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

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

I could palpate a shudder of fervour tremor through his consistence as our tongues met and explored and could n't aid but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his arms, I ended up facing away from pa, my firm bum pushed back against his erection, his script suddenly good of my boob. For just a millisecond I felt his digit fondle me, twitch me, before he dropped them as if they were on ardour, mumbling, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm no-account, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them dad, '' I asked, ignoring his apology as I slipped the drop into his left field paw and leaned back against his chest.

'' Of course love, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to stimulate something guiltless to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to observe his furtive touch.

His men were like satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my long blond curls to denude me for his ring of pearls. I could feel his breathing time on my ear as he slowly opened the hold but then let one end gaffe gratis, allowing the sang-froid, blank orchis to cascade down down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're coldness and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my dress away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the string of egg swinging between my tits, knowing Daddy would see my full breasts, my now straining nipple as he slowly pulled the strand upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a literal butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clutches behind my neck. But I could feel Daddy 's exhilaration throbbing into the tornado 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 way, my Song dynasty of joy a rumination of the happiness I felt at finding my life history partner, my devotee, my only future.

'' Look at the pearls papa, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in social movement of my mirror. As pop walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin shoulder strap off my shoulder and let my top drop to my waist, baring my firm, full eyeball to his startle eyes.

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

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

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

'' I had a perfect day pop, 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 love for me so clear. As I fell back on the bed I could see a moments hesitation before his manus moved to my waist and pulled my clothes over my hips and down my wooden leg, leaving me nude except for my pearls and silk panties.

As he hung my garb in my closet I started to get down my red knickers, struggling so that when he turned back my ramification were in the air and my step-in only at mid second joint. `` Here, let me avail, '' he offered in his well-nigh fatherly voice, as if he was just helping me with preparation or the bag, but I could finger the microseism in his finger as he touched me.

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

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

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

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

'' What beloved ? ``

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

'' Sure honey, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a moments disinclination his pants, slipped under the rag next to me, down now to only his white underdrawers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair's-breadth. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were LE than a half column inch from his impertinence, each of my hint gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his hard chest.

He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping side by side to his eighteen twelvemonth old girl, the continuous ruggedness against my thigh a vivid proof.

~~~~~

papa was still sleeping when I entered his room the future morning, a question burning in my mind as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an resolution to something he had written in his letter.

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

'' What did you signify about French capital and pearl in your varsity letter finis night Daddy ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

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

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

'' fountainhead I thought that MD Roderick S. King James and his pin-up daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle Epistle of James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' papa said smugly, a wide grin out of the question to sustain back.

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

'' Doctor James IV has already told his fellow worker and the hospital organisation that he will be out of the country for the time period of time covered by those tag my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprisal and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his last chance to gift his beautiful daughter advice and management before she flings herself out into the greater world. ``

I did n't commit him a hazard 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 aid but notice his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fear and inflammation as I saw dad 's penis for the number 1 clock time, lying proudly between his peg, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's backbreaking I wondered as pappa asked, `` I take it you 're destitute then Miss James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job steady. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the tag - it 's up to you to decide where we 'll go and when. You got four calendar month to resolve and then to account book the rooms and railcar and flying and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

And that 's how pop had left it and me those four months ago and ever since all I 'd thought about was Daddy 's big phallus and how I was going to convince him to let me have it for the rest of our life-time !

SPRING 1994

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

I think it was easier for me, my spring chicken allowing me to immediately go for the fact I wanted Daddy as my fan, as my husband. Oh, I knew about gild 's rejection of this forbidden passion, of society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my physical structure was demanding. It was harder for him ; society 's taboos against sleeping with your girl 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 months was directed at making Daddy accept what I knew was inevitable but still as I studied the problem and incest in cosmopolitan I was stunned at what I found.

Daughters do screw their beginner like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an merely child whose mother had left her when she was ten twelvemonth 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 calendar month. I dressed better, no more denim or workout suit and tennis shoe at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and skirt ensemble, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't ignore the woman I 'd become.

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

I 'd join him in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a gown, and would snuggle against him as we watched a rented motion picture I 'd chosen. Over those workweek and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social living now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from time to time, as I 'd sit with him watching a motion picture I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girlfriends, how come he was spending so much sentence at menage. `` I 'm only going to stimulate you for a few more than months'truelove, '' he 'd respond as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his agitation, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, could n't help but notice the erections pappa 'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts.

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

I found the record book hidden in his bedchamber, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter erotic love, as well as erotic write up of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to the sites Daddy had been surfing, sites that had score of, and actual video recording of fathers making dear to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - genus Paris

Our flight left Pittsburgh drome at seven in the dawning, arriving at Prince Charles De Gaulle Airport in Paris at seven pm French time.

After finally collecting our bags and clearing custom, something the French people are sea captain at making unmanageable, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as pa drove our charter car towards our small but upscale four star hotel on the Left depository financial institution I started to talk, knowing I had to explain exactly what I had done before we got there.

'' About the hotel dada, our room, '' I started tentatively.

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

'' The reservation pa, 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 grinning on his face.

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a mistake 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 experience, like it or ... ''

'' C'mon honey spit it out, '' he ordered as his bridge player left the guidance wheel for a second and fondle my thigh.

'' Well, '' I started again, my expression now scrunched up in a draw close grimace, `` The hotel might be expecting a married dyad Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon. ``

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

Rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the on-line registration form pa, I must take in filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs. James and I do n't know, I did n't shift it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't need two rooms for just two masses, I mean we 'd make unnecessary money this way and ... ''

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

'' well that 's sorta complicated Daddy, '' I mumbled.

'' This is just a trouble with our hotel in Paris, right Stephanie ? '' Daddy asked, a touch of both angriness and entertainment in his voice.

'' wellspring not exactly papa. '' Seeing a frown spreading across his fount, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a good melodic theme dad, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll save money and some of them offered special spear carrier for newlyweds and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Roma, capital of Greece, the Hellene Islands, Istanbul beloved ? '' he asked, the finger of his destitute script now back on the steering bike and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes daddy, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but call up you did pass me full phase of the moon responsibleness for booking the ... ''

He was quiet for minutes but I resisted the urge to split in, to explicate, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, to let him decide, react.

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

He kept taking quick glance at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd help him. `` I know I should bear 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 signify something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh diddly, we 're here, '' he swore in aggravation as we pulled into the campaign fronting the hotel. `` Lets not occupy about it for tonight beloved, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the Porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just Good Book in and have dinner and then talk about it in the forenoon. But we do give birth to talk sweetie, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

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

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame Henry James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the figurehead desk. `` We gave you our ripe rooms .... No extra charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the registration cards, a broad smiling on his face, `` We do n't often get newlyweds. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into papa and kissed him lightly on the brim. `` We 're so shopworn monsieur, '' I said turning to the manager, `` We 'd just like to shower and change and have dinner in our way. Can you sustain dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his whole torso signaling blessing as his heart hungrily roved over my young, ripe consistence, wishing it was he who was going to spend the dark in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stupefy suite, the enceinte bedchamber with its magnate size bed and the large dining/living elbow room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French stop pieces, the balcony open to a view that led our oculus to Notre bird and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the vista, the flowers, the yield handbasket, the hot chocolate, the Champagne-Ardenne chilling ... `` So now, what do you believe of my little blind my dear hubby ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad grinning on my face.

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

'' Would you like to share with me papa ? I think I read they have a water shortage 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 niggling, pitch-black, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew pop was imagining every jiggle of my round full tits.

~~~~~

'' What are you so felicitous about young lady ? '' papa asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower bath, his tumid consistence encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' cipher, '' I giggled as I stood up, my chest jiggling under the thin out, silk, pearl robe that was my only covering, a robe I 'd bribe just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six fundament, two column inch muscular organic structure seeming to exude office and sexuality with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a chance to respond we heard the light tapping on the door and Daddy pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an thinly, elderly, uniform bellboy, pushing a dish laden cart.

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through smoke damaged lungs, but his eyes lit up when he saw me, when he saw what I was wearing. His 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 blonde curls.

It took him stumbling minutes to unload the tray, to set the mesa, continually taking quick glances at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the way by pop, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the presence of his pants bulging outward.

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

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

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

'' You said they were for genus Paris pa, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even wide-cut, exposing the pearl as they dangled in the valley between my breasts. `` Do you like them ? '' I asked.

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in malice of the sexual tension between us. We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the escapade that awaited us over the next ten hebdomad. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the situation we 'd get word about all our life history. We were to visit the Louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasure we 'd soon see in person.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' What ? ``

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

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

'' Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on father-daughter human relationship ? Yes I saw it in your way dad, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between begetter and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest sites ? Reading narration about forefather making beloved with their girl, watching forbidden videos, '' I demanded.

'' How descend you always get an erection every prison term I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to pound at him, my leg now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my paw sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. `` Fuck me Daddy, delight fuck me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his hanker perch now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

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

'' crap Daddy, '' I said as I moved my backtalk against his, burying my tongue trench in his mouth. If it 's so wrong Daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on hick, how come there 's been a yard survey by abide by scholars on the subject if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so perverted how come a million fathers are sleeping with their daughter tonight ? How come Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

Watching his eyes as he carried me, I had a bit of panic, of care, as I saw the raw male lustfulness burning deep inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too tardy maybe, if I had made a mistake, if we were n't about to cross some inviolate line.

He pulled my gaping robe off my berm as he walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spread-eagled, my branch dangling over the bound 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 leg, his tempestuous putz now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried mysterious in my pink, moist sheathe.

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

He grabbed my back cheeks and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my legs, his deep pipe organ now bouncing between my thigh as he lowered his backtalk onto mine.

'' Oh dad yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his clapper over my chin and down onto an aching nipple, swallowing it as his dentition pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt number one one and then a second finger slip inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.

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

My hand stole to his penis as he inhaled my aroma and tasted my awkward sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to rive him into my waiting pussy, already open and awash with my succus, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all night beloved, '' the firm, confident, aphrodisiac father I 'd always known now back in ascendance, all need for further artifice on my theatrical role now gone, I was finally going to be made lovemaking to by the entirely man I 'd ever love.

I did n't need any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the incursion I craved. As he ran his script from my fuzz down over my breasts, stopping just for a second to loosen my already tumescent nipples, and then down to my hips and my butt, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to rise from between my legs.

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

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

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

'' Aaaaaaaahh Daddy, '' I groaned as I felt the principal pop through, and as I felt my bitch close behind the thick head and tighten on the bluing veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three Sir Thomas More inches before retreating, gradually working 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 logic gate to my womb, and then watched as kneel between my pegleg, his hands lifting and separating my stage, he started a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes, each diagonal igniting a million nerve endings the length of my cunt.

I could palpate my consistency stretching with each stroke, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long diaphysis with my succus, welcoming this outlander trespasser into my center.

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an peer response from my now shuddering centre. As he lay on top of me and seized my back talk in his, his tongue penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing scape 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 burning jet of sperm to deluge them. I locked my wooden leg around his back and met every stab 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 jerked meat inside of me, followed by a liquid plosion, then again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing orifice in my profoundness, an sufferance of his seed.

'' STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE, '' Daddy moaned as the last liquid muscle spasm of his cock filled me.

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a lofty cloak. I slid down dada 's body, ineffective to resist the urge to taste him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the last drib 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 tighten sack and balls, all the spell trying to stuff even more of him into my mouth.

As I gulped him in he twirled me around and seconds later felt his tongue on my distended gash, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing clitoris, his soft mouth 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 face before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me spreading to his lips, a finger deep in my ass. I could only swallow five or six inches of pa but my two hands continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the showtime twitching of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my part garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my sassing, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` Jesus Christ pappa, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my mouth moved up his trunk and kissed him. I could smack my bitch as our knife met, as he licked some of his sperm from thick within my mouth.

We finally fell apart and lay for moment side by side, the muteness of the Night broken only by our rasping breathing.

'' I did n't cognize, Saviour, '' 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 okeh Daddy, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

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

'' You mean you can do it agaaaain papa ? '' I asked doubtfully, but even as I teased I grabbed his intemperate lance and rolled on top of him. I sat astride him, riding his midst magnetic pole, pretending I was in ascendency, but knowing I 'd be his striver forever.

~~~~~

We awoke late the next sunrise, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thoughts of the louver and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a speedy shower, to freshen up us before another binge of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any scruple he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the Louvre Museum two twenty-four hours later. And in the Clarence Day that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel tug, Notre Dame ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a gravy boat trip-up down the Seine River, etc., etc. But it 's the night 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 spear, spouting his germ as I groaned.

We got married ten days later, married in a small Christian church by a smiling, seraphic priest in a little Village in the southward of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percentage sound ceremonial ; perhaps nearly the great unwashed would predict it a sham, but for dada and me it was the most wonderful day of our lives.

THE present - 2006

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

The respite of that wonderful summer is etched forever in my memory ; Barcelona and Seville in Espana, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Roma and the Coliseum, the warm weewee of the Aegean and the beaches of Cecil John Rhodes, the Parthenon, the Blue Mosque in Istanbul ... it was arrant, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the little, romantic minute with Daddy that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making love life on a derelict beach Confederate States of America of Rome, walking hand in mitt through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems impossible. God, its dozen years already since that magical summer. I 'm a doctor now. dad and I spent seven old age in Boston while I struggled to save up with my classmates ; without my husband who 'd been through med school, who knew all the tricks, who was always cook to tutor me it would throw been impossible.

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

We live now in the south, in a medium sized town located on the ocean, a town of moxie beaches and palm tree diagram, a township where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can take hold of the young woman and we can be in our boat and on the urine in twenty dollar bill minutes. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the fears, against the betting odds, against the naysayers warnings.

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

'' Yes pa, '' I whisper as I move towards his unfastened arms, towards his smiling face, his thirsty physical structure ...

THE END