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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father-God

THE past tense - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

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

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

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my nipples stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft canvas away from his golden skin I could n't help but puff as his blond pubic hairs came into survey, and then had to press myself from grabbing hold of him as his long, fat shaft of light appeared, lying proudly on his midst thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the one-hundredth time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so a good deal bigger than Jason 's or billy 's, the only other 1 I had ever seen. Licking my lip, 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 heading between my lips and what his spermatozoan would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

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

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

Over the past four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into dada 's bed as he slept, although most Nox I 'd only appease two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both times he woke to ascertain me tog demurely in my most conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lain naked in his arms for hours.

The first time he 'd ejaculated as I lay adjacent to him I 'd been stunned, certainly that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thighs. I fled that maiden fourth dimension, his sticky pick oozing down my wooden leg as I ran, but had been unable to quit giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's sperm cell for the first time that night, dipping my finger again and again through the drippage cream, reveling in its aroma and tang as I sucked his germ off my finger.

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

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

~~~~~

'' Sweetie, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed dearest ? '' was the first thing I heard the side by side morning as I woke to dad gently shaking my shoulder.

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

'' But beloved, Good Shepherd '' he started to protest, his middle raking over my business firm, ripe teenage body.

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

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

'' I always sleep nude now dada, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the diffused silk against my pelt, '' I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my rear and thigh, papa 's sperm covering me.

'' You 're my daughter truelove. You know people would n't empathize you sleeping naked in your begetter '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 naked before - I am your girl ! And you 're my Doctor of the Church, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my body. Is something wrongfulness with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my legs and arms, opening myself to my Daddy 's inspection.

'' Of line not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big lady friend now. You 've become a fair sex dear, '' he stammered as I saw his hammer rise from its resting plaza, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his breadbasket. `` It 's not right for you to sleep in your dad 's bed. You should n't look at me honey when I 'm naked, '' he insisted as he saw my heart drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

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

'' It was shadow dada, so shadow, '' I whispered, my brim just column inch from his. `` They attacked me papa, in a grim 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 clothes from my trembling body. They scared me so often daddy ! They were outlander ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly beards. They wanted to rape me pop, despoil me because I 'm an American .... Oh Daddy, they were so soiled and they made me do frightful things, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

'' What affair Steffie ? '' Dad asked, repulsion now etched on his face, clearly living his worst nightmare, the pollution of his just daughter, but unable now not to hear all the macabre details.

'' Oh Daddy ! It was so wicked, '' I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blond whorl on my pubic pitcher's mound being crushed by his pulsing scape. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my sass daddy, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each time he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt Daddy, '' I wept, my brass contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the early I 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 dada ... it was awful, smutty ... ''

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

'' What about succeeding year dad ? When I 'm away at school day ... all alone ... there are so many outlander in Boston Daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blond and upright looking and tidy and impertinent and well-chosen and Americans and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were Sir Thomas More men like you Daddy. I wish I could find a boyfriend as handsome and skillful as you, somebody big and inviolable to protect me, the boys at schooling are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a touch of sorrow evident in his voice. `` You 'll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in honey with, a boy you 'll want to marry and start a kinfolk with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment.

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

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

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

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

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

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

'' Your matter pop .... Your penis, it stretched your lawsuit 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 Daddy when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and take off your suit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm sorry beloved, I wo n't endure it again, I did n't think to embarrass ... ''

'' Its okeh papa, I liked it. I 'm proud of my Daddy, proud they think you 're such a sexy man. Their Father are both old guys, its only you my protagonist ambition of. Monica told me she got so excited when she had her medical, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my center drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our eubstance. `` Do n't you like it that young girls want you Daddy ? '' I teased after a long pause. `` Would n't you like to make up love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other supporter ? ``

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

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't retrieve 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 girls honey, but they 're too Pres Young for me ... ''

'' They 're woman now Daddy, like me. Do n't you think I 'm pretty ? Sexy ? Do n't you think men want me ? '' I cooed into his ear, each hint tickling him, caressing him, inflaming him.

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

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

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

'' Awww, stoppage in bed with me a few more transactions pappa, '' I pled as he disappeared into his lavatory. What 's he thinking about I wondered as I heard the shower running. I know your consistence wants me Daddy but what about you ?

I was on my backrest naked, my legs bed covering, when dada reappeared minutes later, free fall of water dotting his broad breast, a E. B. White towel wrapped around his waist. I had one genu raised in the air, and my slim strands of blond pubic tomentum were no roadblock as his eyes locked on my pink insides as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon steady, time to get up, you do n't want to be late for schooltime, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his hand over my shakiness genu and up and down my inner thigh.

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

'' I have an operation at eight honey, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to tear his legal brief up his hairy branch, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

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

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

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

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

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

'' Oh Jesus, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the strawman door slammed shut, the finger of my left hand snaking down between my already muffle thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my englut nether lips, my erect button, my finger as they slowly spread my puss and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing finger's breadth, yet even this inadequate replacement for daddy 's big asshole still brought me to a shuddering coming in minutes, my defeat assuaged momentarily by my rich disbursement. I brought my sopping digit to my rima oris and reveled in my taste, wishing only that it was commix with papa 's thick-skulled white sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my exponent finger, `` Just four to a greater extent daylight Daddy. We 'll piddle love for the outset clock time in Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into dada 's bed over the last eight eld, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us. It had always been free until last Feb, when I 'd finally realized I did n't desire the boys my age who in increasing telephone number were flocking around me ; neither baton nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that Daddy could conjure up with just one kind look, one gesture, one caress. Lying in pappa 's bed, still strong from his trunk, I thought back to that February night four month ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

Daddy had surprised me on that Nox four calendar month ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous night spots - my coming out political party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 Freshman social class of John Harvard Medical School

I had worn high heel and my sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk routine, to celebrate the occasion, my breasts rid under the low cut top, the high school slit in the dress exposing my firm, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy 's mouth had plopped surface, clearly stunned at the flick I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how good it felt to have my pop so obviously agitate watching me.

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

It was the complete eve and Daddy made me feel like a miss who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to treat him like a real man, a aphrodisiac man. I danced close-fitting than I would throw normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after view of my replete breasts, my hard violent mamilla ; sitting, I moved my frock so the slit was towards the front, my wispy cut red silk panty continually exposed to his thirsty stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my knocker, my hard mamilla into his thorax, grinding my mound into him as my fingerbreadth gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the foremost metre, felt Daddy 's dense fishgig rubbing, probing urgently against my breadbasket. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when billystick, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with excitation when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the vino and the intimate energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my chamber doorway, new natural state, impossible, incestuous sexual intellection whirling through my encephalon. Waiting, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, atomic number 79 wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

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

Dear Stephanie

I 'm so gallant of you Steff ! No father on dry land has ever been luckier than I - to give a daughter as sort and beautiful and intelligent and dainty and lovingness and loving as you is the best affair that could possibly cause happened to me.

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

There has never been anyone else in the Earth I have loved More than you ; I ca n't conceive of having lived my life story without you in it. You bring so very much joy into my life

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that instant in time when I realized there was no one in the reality I 'd rather spend my life with, that there was no one else in the globe I wanted to pee get laid to to a greater extent than pa. As I stood sobbing in his subdivision, being hugged and kissed by the only somebody I had ever loved, I felt a surge of sexual attraction echo through my dead body, my tongue, my lips, my mamilla, my liquid insides, my whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with truncheon in the endorse behind of his car, the kissing, the touching, the frantic grapple ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of male child 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 fourth dimension, a penis penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my consistency was now doing, intuitive feeling, demanding, urging.

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

'' Oh pa, your Book, 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 experience as I, wanting him to compass that we were destined to be joined in every way.

I could feel a quiver of excitement microseism through his body as our tongue met and explored and could n't help but palpate the sudden set, 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 weapons system, I ended up facing away from pa, my firm bum pushed back against his erection, his paw suddenly total of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his fingers fondle me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on fervidness, gumming, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm sorry, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them dad, '' I asked, ignoring his apology as I slipped the pearls into his left hired hand and leaned back against his chest.

'' Of row honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to experience something inexperienced person to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to notice his backstairs touch.

His hired man were care satin as they moved over my shoulder joint and gently caressed my cervix as he lifted my long blond curlicue to bare me for his ring of pearls. I could feel his breathing place on my ear as he slowly opened the grip but then let one end gaucherie free, allowing the cool, white egg to cascade down down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're moth-eaten and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my dress away from my consistence, pretending I wanted to see the string of balls swinging between my tits, knowing Daddy would see my to the full breast, my now straining mammilla as he slowly pulled the chain upward.

'' Sorry dear, I 'm a material butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clutches behind my neck. But I could feel Daddy 's excitation throbbing into the crack of my rear and knew he was feeling the Saami emotions and desires that were exploding inside of me.

'' They 're beautiful, '' I sang as I danced away from him and into my elbow room, my song of joy a manifestation of the felicity I felt at finding my spirit pardner, my lover, my lonesome future.

'' flavor at the pearls Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to trip the light fantastic in front of my mirror. As daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti lose weight straps off my articulatio humeri and let my top drop to my shank, baring my business firm, full orbs to his startled eyes.

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

'' There just white meat dada, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearls looking at on me, '' and then started to spin the necklace over my breast. `` They keep getting stuck on my nipples Daddy, '' I complained with a trivial slur, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really finger. `` Are they too long papa, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one farsighted, firm nipple between my quarter round and finger, presenting a good, firm orb to him.

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

'' I had a perfect day pappa, I love you so often, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his hard, welcoming arms. `` I 'm so sleepyheaded. ``

'' 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 hands moved to my waist and pulled my apparel over my hips and down my legs, leaving me naked except for my bead and silk panties.

As he hung my apparel in my closet I started to lour my red knickers, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my step-in only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his most fatherlike representative, as if he was just helping me with homework or the dish, but I could sense the shudder in his fingers as he touched me.

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

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

After finally getting me stage and the tabloid placed over my raw pelt he turned to go, whispering a 'goodnight darling'as he started to back away.

'' Stay for a few minute of arc Daddy, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What honey ? ``

'' Lie future to me daddy, like you did when I was younger, '' I mumbled drowsily, `` arrest with me until I fall asleep. ``

'' Sure honey, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his place and shirt and after a mo hesitation his pants, slipped under the sheet of paper next to me, down now to only his bloodless boxers, and lying on his face watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning eternal sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were less than a half inch from his cheek, each of my intimation gently tickling him as my breast comfortably pressed into his strong chest.

He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping succeeding to his eighteen year old girl, the continuous hardness against my second joint a pictorial proof.

~~~~~

Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his elbow room the adjacent dayspring, a doubt electrocution in my Einstein as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter.

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

'' What did you mean about Paris and 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.

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

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

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

'' well I thought that physician Roderick S. King James I and his lovely daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the continent, '' daddy said smugly, a wide grin impossible to obligate back.

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

'' medico James has already told his colleague and the hospital administration that he will be out of the country for the time full stop covered by those ticket my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his last chance to gift his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the greater world. ``

I did n't give him a fortune 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 help but mark his bareness as I embraced him, and I felt a tingle of both concern and excitation as I saw pappa 's penis for the first time, lying proudly between his wooden leg, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's hard I wondered as Daddy asked, `` I take it you 're devoid then young lady Epistle of James ? ``

'' Oh yes pappa, '' 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 decide where we 'll go and when. You got four months to settle and then to book the rooms and elevator car and flights and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

springiness 1994

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

I think it was easy for me, my youth allowing me to immediately assume the fact I wanted dad as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about society 's rejection of this forbidden sexual love, of beau monde 's criminalization of what we would do, but my thinker had easily accepted what my soundbox was demanding. It was harder for him ; society 's tabu 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 month 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 love their fathers like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for individual like me, an only child whose female parent had left her when she was ten class old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to strike my mama place and become Daddy 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those months. I dressed better, no more denim or elbow grease and snitcher at dinner, instead I changed to wearing apparel, or blouse and skirt supporting players, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't discount the woman I 'd become.

I made surely I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than normal, making papa feel the woman I was.

I 'd fall in him in the TV way fresh from the rain shower, perfumed now, and just in a gown, and would snuggle against him as we watched a rent movie I 'd chosen. Over those calendar week and month pappa increasingly stayed plate more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his mixer life now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from fourth dimension to time, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girlfriends, how come he was spending so much fourth dimension at household. `` I 'm only going to have you for a few more months'steady, '' he 'd answer as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his upheaval, the growing intimate desire he felt for me, could n't avail but notice the erections daddy 'd farm as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my total, firm breasts.

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

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

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

Our flight left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the dawn, arriving at Charles IX De Gaulle airport in genus Paris at seven pm Daniel Chester French time.

After finally collecting our old bag and clearing customs duty, something the French are master key at making hard, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as daddy drove our let car towards our small but upscale four star hotel on the left wing money box I started to talk, knowing I had to excuse exactly what I had done before we got there.

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

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

'' The reservation dada, it 's .... I mean to say it 's ... '' I stammered.

'' What Steff ? '' he asked, taking his eye of the road for a sec to bet at me, a big smile on his face.

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a mistake 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 love spit it out, '' he ordered as his hand left the guidance wheel for a 2nd and fondle my thigh.

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

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a confused tone crossing his typeface, his fingerbreadth momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg.

Rushing now, eager to shed the whole floor in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online readjustment build dada, I must have filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one elbow room and it was confirmed as Doctor of the Church and Mrs. James and I do n't cognize, I did n't exchange it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't need two rooms for just two people, I mean we 'd hold open money this way and ... ''

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

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

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

'' wellspring not exactly Daddy. '' Seeing a frown spreading across his cheek, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a respectable idea Daddy, so when I booked the former hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll save money and some of them offered special extras for newlywed and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in French capital, Barcelona, the Riviera, Roma, Athens, the Hellene Islands, Istanbul honey ? '' he asked, the finger's breadth of his free paw now back on the steerage wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes dada, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but recall you did have me full-of-the-moon responsibleness for booking the ... ''

He was subdued for hour but I resisted the urge to wear out in, to explain, to rationalize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to hold off, 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 immediate reaction from me he went on, `` I know you think honey, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something unlike for me, for Daddy, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking fast coup d'oeil 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 conceive that ... .. that maybe you thought my trunk reaction to you meant something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh bastard, we 're here, '' he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the ride fronting the hotel. `` Lets not occupy about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the hall porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just book in and have dinner and then talk about it in the good morning. But we do have to talk steady, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

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

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame Epistle of James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted pappa and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. `` We gave you our best suite .... No extra charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the registration cards, a broad smile on his side, `` We do n't often get newlywed. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into pop and kissed him lightly on the brim. `` We 're so tired monsieur, '' I said turning to the manager, `` We 'd just care to shower and change and have dinner in our room. Can you feature dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his hale body signaling approval as his eyes hungrily roved over my young, ripe body, wishing it was he who was going to spend the night in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a daze cortege, the large bedroom with its king sizing bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period while, the balcony open to a panorama that led our centre to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine River beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the flowers, the fruit field goal, the chocolates, the Champagne-Ardenne chilling ... `` So now, what do you consider of my short blind my dear husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a all-embracing smile on my face.

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

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

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me draw in my perspirer over my head, and I knew his oculus were still on my bare back as I started towards the threshold, and dropping my piffling, black, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew dad was imagining every joggle of my round full tits.

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'' What are you so happy about new lady ? '' pa asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his large organic structure encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' Nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my tit jiggling under the thin, silk, off-white robe that was my just natural covering, a gown I 'd bought just for tonight. God, he 's liberal I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six understructure, two inch muscular physical structure seeming to exude power and gender with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a chance to respond we heard the light tapping on the threshold and Daddy pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an thin, aged, uniformed bellman, pushing a cup of tea 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 blond curls.

It took him stumbling minute of arc to discharge the tray, to set the tabular array, continually taking fast glances at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by Daddy, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward.

'' You might ingest given the misfortunate man a meat attack '' dada laughed as he turned back towards me.

'' Well at to the lowest degree some men find me attractive dada. ``

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

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

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in malice of the sexual tenseness between us. We were both excited about the misstep, about Paris, about the escapade that awaited us over the following ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited EU before and looked forward to visiting all the piazza we 'd heard about all our sprightliness. We were to visit the Louvre the next forenoon and eagerly discussed the gem we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the repast was over and as Daddy wheeled the cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the lounge in the aliveness elbow room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my gown open, and knew my full boob were shamelessly exposed, but did n't manage, the nursing bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our repast had been just enough to bring down my lastly remaining suppression with my father.

'' Sit with me Daddy, '' I said, patting the rear end next 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 eye flicking from my tit to my second joint before meeting mine.

'' You 're as bad as the bellboy, '' I giggled nervously, my cool suddenly gone, knowing the side by side few minutes were so life-sustaining to my future tense 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 beloved. But not like this, not as a man and woman, ... not as lovers, '' he sputtered. `` You 're my daughter, my beautiful girl ... We ca n't ... I do n't think of you like that Steff, '' he finished, but his doubtful Holy Writ 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 gibbousness rising in his robe belying every word.

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

'' What ? ``

'' You used to escort all the fourth dimension, now you never do, '' I insisted.

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

'' Why were you secretly reading that psychological science book on father-daughter relationship ? Yes I saw it in your way pop, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about dear between Padre and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing net incest sites ? Reading stories about fathers making love with their girl, watching forbidden television, '' I demanded.

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

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my mitt sliding under his gown and grasping his thick pecker. `` shag me daddy, please fuck me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his retentive magnetic pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

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

'' dogshit Daddy, '' I said as I moved my lips against his, burying my glossa deep in his mouth. If it 's so wrongly daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a thousand discipline by respect scholars on the subject if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so strange, so perverted how come a million Padre are sleeping with their daughters tonight ? How come pa, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

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

He pulled my gaping robe off my shoulders as he walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the mainsheet I fell back rout, my branch dangling 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 legs, his angry dick now thrusting upward, pulsing in its readiness to be buried oceanic abyss in my pink, moist sheathe.

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

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

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

'' Oh Steff, you feel so salutary, so perfect, '' pappa groaned as he pumped his two digit in and out of me, finally bringing them to his mouth where he tasted his girl for the initiative time.

My bridge player 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 kitty, already undetermined and awash with my succus, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all nighttime honey, '' the inviolable, confident, aphrodisiacal father I 'd always known now back in control, all demand for further ruse on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made honey to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't take any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the incursion I craved. As he ran his hands from my hair down over my knocker, stopping just for a second base to card my already tumescent pap, 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 workforce moved over my ass and pulled my thighs apart, positioning me so his incredibly heavy cockhead rested lightly against my distended clit.

'' Daddy, '' I moaned as he moved his turncock so that it was perfectly aligned with my curtain raising and gently pushed, steadily forcing the head into me.

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

'' Aaaaaaaahh pop, '' I groaned as I felt the drumhead pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thick head and tighten on the blue angel veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more column inch before retreating, gradually working Sir Thomas More of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his thickness, to his length.

And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the logic gate to my womb, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his hands lifting and separating my stage, he started a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes, each stroke igniting a million face conclusion the distance of my cunt.

I could feel my soundbox stretching with each cerebrovascular accident, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long shaft with my juice, welcoming this extraterrestrial being trespasser into my center.

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep insight now producing an equal response from my now shuddering centre. As he lay on top of me and seized my lips in his, his tongue penetrating me, his pelvic arch 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 insides throbbed as they awaited the first combustion jet of sperm to flood them. I locked my legs 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 phallus jerk inside of me, followed by a limpid explosion, then again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing opening in my depths, an adoption of his seed.

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

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

'' Deliverer infant, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my helping hand continued to pump him relentlessly while the former found and squeezed his tighten sack and Ball, all the while trying to stuff even More of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to lift away from his face before he grasped my can and pulled me back, holding me bed covering to his lips, a finger deep in my ass. I could only swallow five or six column inch of Daddy but my two manpower continued to play him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first twitching of his cock.

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

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

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

'' 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 alright pa, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

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

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the following dawning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all view of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a quick shower, to refresh us before another bust of lovemaking. pop had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the louvre two days later. And in the daytime that followed we visited Palace of Versailles, the Eiffel towboat, Notre Dame ( but we saw no crookback ! ), took a sauceboat stumble down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the Nox I lay entwined with Daddy, my ramification locked around his back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping lancet, spouting his seminal fluid as I groaned.

We got conjoin ten daylight later, married in a minor church by a grinning, cherubic priest in a short Greenwich Village in the southward of Anatole France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal ceremony ; perhaps about citizenry would foretell it a postiche, but for Daddy and me it was the most wonderful day of our lives.

THE present - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an ingenuous girl walking from the Christian church, looking almost demure in my simpleton white dress, the lace head covering hiding my eyes as I look up into pop 's smiling face. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the motion-picture show can see the joy, the sexual love between the newlyweds, the sexual promise.

The remainder of that marvelous summer is etched forever in my computer storage ; Barcelona and Sevilla in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Eternal City and the Coliseum, the warm waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Rodhos, the Parthenon, the Blue Mosque in Stamboul ... it was unadulterated, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small, romantic present moment with dada that I treasure the most, the candy kiss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making love life on a deserted beach south of Rome, walking hand in hand through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems unsufferable. God, its twelve years already since that magical summer. I 'm a MD now. Daddy and I spent seven years in Boston while I struggled to go along up with my class fellow ; without my husband who 'd been through med school, who knew all the joke, who was always set to tutor me it would induce been impossible.

Our three female child were born during those twelvemonth, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the marrow of our being, of our happiness.

We live now in the southward, in a medium sized townspeople located on the ocean, a townspeople of sand beaches and palm tree diagram, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can snap up the girls and we can be in our boat and on the H2O 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 young each twelvemonth, the boy in him never far from the surface, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my dreams, my only love.

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whisper as I move towards his opened arms, towards his smiling face, his hungry physical structure ...

THE END