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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE past times - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' Daddy, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit way, stopping only when my trembling knees gently brushed against the silk sheets on his king size of it bed.

'' Daddy, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers dead body, purring into his ear, my tongue vellication just an in away, already eager to thrash inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my teat stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the mild sheet away from his fortunate hide I could n't facilitate but gasp as his blonde pubic tomentum came into view, and then had to fight myself from grabbing detention of him as his long, fat light beam appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my regard locked on the big cockhead, so lots bigger than Jason 's or Billy 's, the only former 1 I had ever seen. Licking my back talk, I wondered what it 'd finger like to run my tongue over his egg and up his long shaft, what it would sense like to pop the fat head 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 bestir once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Doctor of the Church, please defecate your little daughter feel better, '' I pled silently to his inert var. as I slipped under the sheet and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the first time I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at firstly he must bear awakened. It was only after spending a number of Nox in dad 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his hard-on occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the touch of his rigour against me.

Over the past four calendar month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into papa 's bed as he slept, although nigh nights I 'd only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my snatch tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til break of the day but both times he woke to find me enclothe demurely in my most buttoned-down p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lain naked in his arms for hours.

The low gear fourth dimension he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, surely that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my abdomen and second joint. I fled that first time, his awkward pick oozing down my stage as I ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted dad 's spermatozoon for the number 1 meter that night, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping ointment, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his seed off my finger.

Since that outset Nox 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 yearner, that we 'd be in Europe soon, knew that for ten weeks we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

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

~~~~~

'' Sweetie, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed honey ? '' was the first of all thing I heard the next break of the day as I woke to Daddy gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh Daddy, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk tack slid below my chest, my ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect. `` I had a nightmare Daddy, a terrible nightmare, '' I said in a little girl 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him sense my nipple clash against his chest.

'' But honey, Jesus '' he started to protest, his eye raking over my business firm, ripe teenage body.

'' But what Daddy ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy 's big slam pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, Andrew D. White sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

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

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

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

'' Of class not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big girlfriend now. You 've become a woman dear, '' he stammered as I saw his cock hike from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. `` It 's not right for you to sleep in your pop 's bed. You should n't look at me honey when I 'm bare, '' he insisted as he saw my optic drift downward to the awakening giant.

'' Even though I had a nightmare Daddy ? I was so daunt, '' 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 babe ? ``

'' It was dark daddy, so obscure, '' I whispered, my lips just inches from his. `` They attacked me dada, in a shadow 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 Daddy ... so unvoiced, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling consistency. They scared me so much Daddy ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly beards. They wanted to rape me Daddy, despoil me because I 'm an American language .... Oh pop, they were so ill-gotten and they made me do awful thing, '' I said, my organic structure now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, revulsion now etched on his typeface, clearly living his worst nightmare, the befoulment of his only daughter, but unable now not to get word all the ghastly details.

'' Oh Daddy ! It was so dreaded, '' I cried as I wriggled in his weapon, the blond curls on my pubic heap being crushed by his pulsing barb. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his matter in my mouth papa, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged dad, each prison term he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt papa, '' I wept, my typeface contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other ones put his finger in my derriere, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum Daddy ... then he put his phallus, his big Arab phallus ... .they were n't circumcised Daddy ... it was terrible, filthy ... ''

'' Its OK sweetie, please stop, its OK do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome Daddy insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his strong sleeve. `` dada will never let you be hurt by anyone honey, '' he promised, even as his rock hard penis tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about next year Daddy ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many foreigners in Boston pappa. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blond and respectable looking and healthy and smart and happy and American and Christians ... ''

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

'' You promise Daddy ? '' I demanded as my back talk 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 to a greater extent men like you Daddy. I wish I could recover a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, individual big and strong to protect me, the boys at school are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my eubstance trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a undertone of regret evident in his representative. `` 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 splice and start a category with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited 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 stiff, forcing him to experience his minuscule girl 's now ripe body.

'' God honey, I 'm an old man, way too old and weakly for a beautiful young girlfriend like you, '' he protested, but made no attempt to move away, in fact seemed to advertize his severely beam of light even harder into me.

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

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

'' You 're only 37 Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of Daddy 's shaft throbbing against me. `` When you came out last Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to assail you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

'' Your thing Daddy .... Your member, it stretched your suit of clothes so much pappa. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

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

'' You should suffer heard what they said pappa when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and require off your causa and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm distressing honey, I wo n't wear it again, I did n't have in mind to abash ... ''

'' Its okeh pa, I liked it. I 'm gallant of my pappa, proud they think you 're such a aphrodisiacal man. Their fathers are both old guys, its only you my friends dreaming 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 right on, I 'm her doc, '' he mumbled.

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the crimson putz that lay between our organic structure. `` Do n't you like it that Young daughter want you Daddy ? '' I teased after a yearn suspension. `` Would n't you like to piss love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other friends ? ``

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

'' You do n't care them ? You do n't think they have nice bodies pop ? You do n't think they 're sexy when you see them naked in your situation ? '' I demanded.

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

'' They 're woman now pop, 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 breath 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 want to make love to me pop ? '' I pressed him for an answer even as my finger's breadth moved onto and around his hardness.

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

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

I was on my back naked, my legs spread, when dad reappeared hour later, drops of water dotting his tolerant chest, a tweed towel wrapped around his shank. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin fibril of blond pubic hair were no roadblock as his centre locked on my pink insides as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetheart, time to get up, you do n't want to be late for schooltime, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat future to me and lightly ran his hand over my stimulate knee joint and up and down my interior thigh.

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

'' I have an cognitive process at eight dearest, I got ta upsurge, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull his legal brief up his hairy stage, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

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

Finally dressed, he turned back to me and gave me a spry osculation on the forehead before saying, `` Now you be right today Steffie. I should be home around seven ; do you want me to pick up something for dinner ? ``

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the booking of our trip-up going anyway honey ? You 've only got a brace 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 pappa. I 'll open you all the detail tonight. Bye, making love you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the straw man room access slammed shut, the fingerbreadth of my left script snaking down between my already moist thigh. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the bulwark mirror facing the bed, and could see my gorge nether lips, my erect clit, my fingers as they slowly spread my scratch and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to fill my probing digit, yet even this short permutation for pop 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in hour, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my plentiful spending. I brought my sopping finger's breadth to my mouth and reveled in my gustation, wishing only that it was amalgamate with Daddy 's thick E. B. White sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index finger, `` Just four More twenty-four hours Daddy. We 'll take sexual love for the maiden clip in capital of France, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into Daddy 's bed over the last eight long time, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us. It had always been innocent until live February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the boys my age who in increasing Numbers were flocking around me ; neither Billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that Daddy could arouse with just one kind feel, one gesture, one caress. Lying in Daddy 's bed, still warm from his trunk, I thought back to that February night four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

Daddy had surprised me on that night four calendar month ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamourous night spots - my coming out company he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 freshman Class of Harvard University checkup schoolhouse

I had worn eminent heel and my sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk number, to celebrate the occasion, my breasts spare under the low cut top, the high slit in the clothes exposing my firm, long thighs with every tone I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy 's mouth had plopped open, clearly stunned at the picture show I made.

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

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

It was the stark evening and daddy made me feel like a girl who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior plan or witting desire suddenly started to treat him like a actual man, a aphrodisiac man. I danced confining than I would have normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had sentiment after view of my full breasts, my intemperate crimson nipples ; sitting, I moved my dress so the slit was towards the front, my wispy thin red silk panties continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my hard mammilla into his chest, grinding my mound into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair, his cervix. It was then that I felt it for the start fourth dimension, felt Daddy 's thick spear detrition, probing urgently against my stomach. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when billy goat, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with inflammation when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the vino and the sexual vitality echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new wilderness, unacceptable, incestuous intimate intellection whirling through my brain. wait, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, amber 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 perfect Stanford White pearls sitting on a bed of black silk. A plug-in had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the lustrous string, and recognizing Daddy 's illumination scrawl, and shaking I read :

lamb Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No father on land has ever been golden than I - to have a daughter as kind and beautiful and intelligent and overnice and caring and loving as you is the well thing that could possibly have happened to me.

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you rest home from the hospital. To think that today that short girlfriend is now xviii and soon will be leaving me for university and maturity is almost incomprehensible. I 'm so proud of you honey, how well you 've done, what an spectacular individual you 've become.

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that moment in sentence when I realized there was no one in the existence I 'd rather spend my life with, that there was no one else in the existence I wanted to spend a penny love to more than pa. As I stood sobbing in his munition, being hugged and kissed by the only mortal I had ever loved, I felt a surge of sexual attraction sound reflection through my body, my tongue, my lips, my nipples, my liquid state insides, my whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with billy in the back up prat of his car, the kissing, the touching, the frenzied grapple ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of boys and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the Nox with Jason, just weeks ago, when I had felt for the kickoff, and so far, only time, a penis 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 logy thoughts 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 mouth 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 feel a shiver of fervor tremor through his soundbox as our tongues met and explored and could n't help but feel the sudden set, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his munition, I ended up facing away from papa, my firm bum pushed back against his erection, his hands suddenly full of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his finger caress me, compress me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm good-for-naught, I didn't.. ''

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

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

His hand were same satin as they moved over my shoulder joint and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my hanker blonde curls to air me for his ring of drop. I could feel his breathing spell on my ear as he slowly opened the clutches but then let one end mooring free people, allowing the sang-froid, white clump to cascade down across my bureau and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're cold and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my dress away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the chain of balls swinging between my boob, knowing papa would see my full breast, my now straining nipple as he slowly pulled the Strand upward.

'' Sorry dear, I 'm a real butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck. But I could feel pappa 's excitation throbbing into the cleft 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 elbow room, my song of joy a reflection of the happiness I felt at finding my life partner, my lover, my only future.

'' Look at the off-white Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in front of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti dilute strap off my berm and let my top fall to my waistline, baring my house, full orbs to his galvanise eyes.

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

'' There just breasts dada, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearls look on me, '' and then started to twiddle the necklace over my chest. `` They keep getting stuck on my nipples pa, '' I complained with a little slur, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one tenacious, stiff mammilla between my pollex and finger, presenting a entire, unwaveringly orb to him.

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

'' I had a perfect day pappa, I love you so very much, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his unassailable, welcoming arms. `` I 'm so sleepy-eyed. ``

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

As he hung my attire in my closet I started to lower my red pants, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my panties only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me assist, '' he offered in his most fatherly voice, as if he was just helping me with homework or the cup of tea, but I could finger the tremor in his finger as he touched me.

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

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

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

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

'' What love ? ``

'' Lie next 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 shoe and shirt and after a mo hesitation his bloomers, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his white boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my mouth were less than a one-half inch from his cheek, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my tit comfortably pressed into his unattackable chest.

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

~~~~~

Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the next morning time, a doubtfulness burn in my brain as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an response to something he had written in his letter.

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

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

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

'' No pa, you know commencement on the 21st and then I 'm give up for the summertime. ``

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

'' wellspring I thought that Doctor Roderick S. James and his endearing daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle Epistle of James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a wide grin impossible to make 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 has already told his colleagues and the hospital administration that he will be out of the country for the time time period covered by those just the ticket my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprisal and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his last opportunity to give his beautiful girl advice and way before she flings herself out into the heavy world. ``

I did n't cave in him a luck to say another intelligence as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in candy kiss. But I could n't help but find his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fearfulness and excitation as I saw Daddy 's member for the start clip, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's firmly I wondered as Daddy asked, `` I take it you 're free then Miss Jesse James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job truelove. ``

'' What ! ``

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

'' But.. ''

'' No buts my pin-up daughter, it 's your job. ``

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

leap 1994

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

I think it was prosperous for me, my youth allowing me to immediately take over the fact I wanted Daddy as my lover, as my hubby. Oh, I knew about gild 's rejection of this forbidden erotic love, of society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him ; society 's taboos against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my body was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.

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

girl do roll in the hay their fathers like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an only child whose mother had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my Mommies position and become Daddy 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those month. I dressed better, no more dungaree or swither and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to garb, or blouse and skirt ensembles, just sexy enough that pop could n't ignore the woman I 'd become.

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

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

I even teased him from metre to time, as I 'd sit with him watching a moving picture I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girlfriends, how come he was spending so much time at home. `` I 'm only going to induce you for a few more months'sweetie, '' he 'd reply as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, 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 free gown allowing his roving eyes soft access to my full, 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 problem, trying to front these preclude desires that were threatening to overwhelm him.

I found the Scripture hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter dearest, as well as erotic invoice of in writing, incestuous sex. His estimator browsing history increasingly led me to the land site Daddy had been surfing, sites that had score of, and actual videos of fathers making making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - City of Light

Our flight left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles De Gaulle drome in French capital at seven pm French time.

After finally collecting our udder and clearing customs, something the Daniel Chester French are passe-partout at making hard, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as Daddy drove our hire car towards our small but upscale four star hotel on the Left Bank I started to talk, knowing I had to excuse exactly what I had done before we got there.

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

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

'' The qualification pappa, it 's .... I mean to say it 's ... '' I stammered.

'' What Steff ? '' he asked, taking his eye of the route 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 commencement, I mean I did n't project 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 lie with, like it or ... ''

'' C'mon dearest spit it out, '' he ordered as his hand left the steering bicycle for a second gear and caressed my thigh.

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

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

Rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the on-line readjustment form dad, I must deliver filled in the untimely box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one elbow room and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs. James and I do n't know, I did n't change it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't need two elbow room for just two the great unwashed, I mean we 'd lay aside money this way and ... ''

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

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

'' This is just a problem with our hotel in genus Paris, right Stephanie ? '' dad asked, a tactile sensation of both anger and amusement in his voice.

'' wellspring not exactly Daddy. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his case, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a in force melodic theme Daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll save money and some of them offered special duplicate for newlyweds and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athens, the Greek Islands, Stamboul honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his free mitt now back on the direction wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes pappa, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but remember you did founder me total responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was smooth for hour but I resisted the impulse to stop in, to explain, to apologise, 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, timid voice. Getting no quick response from me he went on, `` I know you think honey, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for Daddy, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking quick glances at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd help him. `` I know I should get 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 intend something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh shit, we 're here, '' he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the driving fronting the hotel. `` Lets not concern about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just book in and have dinner and then babble about it in the good morning. But we do have to verbalize truelove, 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 James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. `` We gave you our best cortege .... No excess direction, '' the manager said after we had filled in the readjustment cards, a broad smile on his face, `` We do n't often get honeymooner. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into Daddy and kissed him lightly on the lips. `` We 're so jade monsieur, '' I said turning to the handler, `` We 'd just wish to lavish and modification and have dinner in our way. Can you have dinner sent up ? ``

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

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the prominent bedchamber with its king size bed and the turgid dining/living way both elegantly furnished in beautiful Daniel Chester French period pieces, the balcony open to a view that led our eyes to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the suite, the view, the flowers, the fruit hoop, the chocolates, the Champagne-Ardenne cooling ... `` So now, what do you cogitate of my slight blind my beloved husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad smile on my face.

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

'' Would you like to contribution with me Daddy ? I think I read they have a body of water famine over here, '' I offered with a twinkle in my eye,

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me displume my perspirer over my head, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the door, and dropping my short, sinister, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew dada was imagining every jiggle of my bout wax tits.

~~~~~

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

'' cypher, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was my but natural covering, a robe I 'd corrupt just for tonight. God, he 's fine-looking I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six invertebrate foot, two inch brawny trunk seeming to ooze top executive and sexuality with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a fortune to reply we heard the light tapping on the threshold and dada pivoted and moved to suffice it, and then let in an thin, elderly, uniformed bellboy, pushing a dish laden cart.

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through dope damaged lungs, but his eyes lit up when he saw me, when he saw what I was wearing. His middle rushed to my cleavage, to the dark circles that showed through the thin silk, to the hem of my gown, only just covering my blond curls.

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

'' You might experience given the misfortunate man a essence approach '' Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me.

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

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

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

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in venom of the sexual tension between us. We were both excited about the slip, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten week. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the places we 'd learn about all our lives. We were to visit the louver the following daybreak and eagerly discussed the gem we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as pappa wheeled the go-cart and dishes out the doorway I plopped down on the sofa in the bread and butter room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe overt, and know my full boob were shamelessly exposed, but did n't care, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to take down my live on unexpended prohibition with my father.

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

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

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

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

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

'' No sweetie ... not like that, '' he replied hesitantly, the excrescence 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 date all the sentence, now you never do, '' I insisted.

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

'' Why were you secretly reading that psychology volume on father-daughter relationships ? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about passion between fathers and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing cyberspace incest site ? Reading write up about fathers making love with their daughters, watching forbidden picture, '' I demanded.

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

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

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

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

'' Bullshit papa, '' I said as I moved my rim against his, burying my tongue deep in his mouth. If it 's so wrong papa, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million hitting when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a thousand cogitation by respected scholarly person on the subject if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so strange, so perverted how come a million male parent are sleeping with their daughters tonight ? How come Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

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

He pulled my gaping robe off my shoulder joint as he walked, letting it slip to the level even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spread-eagled, my legs hanging over the border 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 wooden leg, his angry rooster now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deep in my garden pink, moist sheathe.

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

He grabbed my parent boldness and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my peg, his thick organ now bouncing between my second joint as he lowered his lips onto mine.

'' Oh Daddy yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his knife over my Kuki-Chin and down onto an aching nipple, swallowing it as his tooth pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt first one and then a secondly finger slip inside me, my coxa 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 first time.

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

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

'' We have all nighttime dear, '' the warm, confident, aphrodisiac Church Father I 'd always known now back in ascendance, all indigence for farther artifice on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't demand any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his handwriting from my hair down over my breasts, stopping just for a second to beleaguer my already puffy nipples, and then down to my pelvic girdle and my butt, I stared transfixed at the Pole that seemed to rebel from between my legs.

Suddenly worried again at its size of it, I trembled when his men moved over my ass and pulled my thigh apart, positioning me so his incredibly expectant cockhead rested lightly against my distended clit.

'' pappa, '' I moaned as he moved his cock so that it was perfectly aligned with my first step and gently pushed, steadily forcing the headway into me.

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

'' Aaaaaaaahh Daddy, '' I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thickly head and tighten on the blue veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three 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 kneeling between my leg, his hands lifting and separating my branch, he started a brace rhythm of long, deep diagonal, each stroke igniting a million nerve end the length of my cunt.

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

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an equalise response from my now shuddering kernel. As he lay on top of me and seized my lips in his, his lingua penetrating me, his hip 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 low spasm shuddered through my organic structure, as my insides throbbed as they awaited the offset burning jet of sperm to swamp them. I locked my legs around his back and met every stab as the feeling crashed through me, the liquid thawing at my core.

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

'' STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE, '' dada moaned as the survive swimming spasm of his cock filled me.

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

'' Christ sister, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my hands continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his tightened sack and balls, 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 distend gash, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing clitoris, his piano sassing instantly restarting the liquid ooze, the shuddering buildup, the preliminary to my inevitable orgasm.

I thought I 'd go weirdo as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to filch away from his side before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me spread head to his mouth, a digit trench in my ass. I could only swallow five or six column inch of daddy but my two hands continued to operate 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 pa continued to pump into me. `` Jesus Christ pappa, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lips moved up his eubstance and kissed him. I could taste my cunt as our clapper met, as he licked some of his sperm cell from deep within my mouth.

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

'' I did n't make out, Jesus, '' I finally gasped, `` Is it always like that Daddy ? ``

'' Oh sweetie, it 's never been like that before, never, never, never, '' he laughed exultingly as he turned and pulled me to him.

'' You mean I was okay pa, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

'' Pretty good sweetheart, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we better try it again just to bring in sure. ``

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the next break of day, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all cerebration of the louver and the Anglesey Island Lisa long forgotten. The only clip either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a agile rain shower, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. dada had totally accepted what we had become, any misgiving he may take had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the louver two days later. And in the 24-hour interval that followed we visited Versailles, the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel column, Notre Dame ( but we saw no crookback ! ), took a boat misstep down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nighttime I remember now, the night I lay entwined with Daddy, my legs locked around his back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping fizgig, spouting his ejaculate as I groaned.

We got get hitched with ten days later, married in a minuscule church by a smiling, sweet non-Christian priest in a little small town in the Confederate States of America of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent effectual ceremony ; perhaps almost hoi polloi would call it a sham, but for Daddy and me it was the most terrific day of our lives.

THE nowadays - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an innocent girl walking from the church service, looking almost demure in my simple Caucasian garb, the lacing veil hiding my center as I look up into daddy 's smiling nerve. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the pictures can see the joy, the honey between the newlywed, the sexual promise.

The rest of that wonderful summertime is etched forever in my retentivity ; Barcelona and Sevilla in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the Coliseum, the ardent waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the Amytal Mosque in Stambul ... it was arrant, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small, romantic second with Daddy that I treasure the most, the candy kiss as the sun set at ness Sounion, making beloved on a deserted beach Confederacy of Italian capital, walking hired man in hand through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems impossible. God, its twelve age already since that magical summertime. I 'm a Doctor of the Church now. Daddy and I spent seven years in Boston while I struggled to hold on up with my classmates ; without my married man who 'd been through med school, who knew all the tricks, who was always ready to tutor me it would take been impossible.

Our three girls were born during those long time, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the marrow of our creation, of our happiness.

We live now in the south, in a medium sized townsfolk located on the ocean, a town of sand beaches and thenar Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, a Ithiel Town where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can grab the girls and we can be in our boat and on the piss in XX minute. 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 yell now. dada 's almost L now, but seems to get younger each year, the boy in him never far from the airfoil, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my dreaming, my just love.

'' Yes pa, '' I whisper as I move towards his open sleeve, towards his smiling face, his hungry body ...

THE END