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'' daddy ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE PAST - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' dada, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my trembling stifle gently brushed against the silk sheet of paper on his queen size bed.

'' daddy, are you waken ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers body, purring into his ear, my tongue twitching just an in away, already eager to lick inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my nipple stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft sheet away from his favourable tegument I could n't facilitate but gasp as his blonde pubic hair came into view, and then had to oppose myself from grabbing grip of him as his long, fat dick appeared, lying proudly on his midst thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so a lot gravid than Jason 's or billy 's, the only former ones I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his orchis and up his long shaft, what it would find like to pop the fat head between my lips and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my thirsty throat.

I knew from experience he would n't ignite unless I did something crazy, that he was almost unacceptable to rouse once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Doctor, please make your footling daughter feel better, '' I pled silently to his inert form as I slipped under the sail and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the first sentence I had lain in bed next to pa while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at first he must get awakened. It was only after spending a telephone number of night in Daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erecting occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the notion of his hardness against me.

Over the retiring four calendar month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although almost nights I 'd only stay two or three time of day before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingle as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til daybreak but both clip he woke to feel me dressed demurely in my most conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lain defenseless in his weaponry for hours.

The first clip he 'd ejaculated as I lay succeeding to him I 'd been stunned, for sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thighs. I fled that first time, his sticky emollient oozing down my branch as I ran, but had been ineffectual to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's sperm for the first-class honours degree clip that nighttime, dipping my finger again and again through the drip cream, reveling in its odour and smack as I sucked his seed 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 EEC soon, knew that for ten week we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

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

~~~~~

'' sweetheart, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed honey ? '' was the first affair I heard the next morning as I woke to daddy gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh papa, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my white meat, my ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect. `` I had a nightmare Daddy, a terrible nightmare, '' I said in a minuscule girl 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him palpate my nipple light touch against his chest.

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

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

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

'' I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the soft silk against my skin, '' I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my back and second joint, Daddy 's sperm finishing me.

'' You 're my daughter truelove. 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 other people think ? '' I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. `` Besides, you 've seen me bare before - I am your girl ! And you 're my doctor, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my body. Is something wrong with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my legs and arms, opening myself to my Daddy 's inspection.

'' Of course not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big girl now. You 've become a woman love, '' he stammered as I saw his cock rising from its resting post, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his tum. `` It 's not good for you to catch some Z's in your Daddy 's bed. You should n't look at me beloved when I 'm nude, '' he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

Daddy could n't check himself from pulling me into his warm limb, could n't stop over himself from asking, `` What was your bad dream about sister ? ``

'' It was dark Daddy, so dark, '' I whispered, my lips just inches from his. `` They attacked me Daddy, in a dark alleyway, 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 laborious, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling eubstance. They scared me so much dada ! They were outsider ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, foul men with farsighted smelly byssus. They wanted to spoil me Daddy, pillage me because I 'm an American .... Oh Daddy, they were so sordid and they made me do dreaded things, '' I said, my eubstance now trembling in his arms.

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

'' Oh pappa ! It was so frightening, '' I cried as I wriggled in his coat of arms, the blond coil on my pubic hammock being crushed by his pulse shaft. `` The big, fat, sebaceous one put his thing in my mouth daddy, he made me immerse him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each clip he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt Daddy, '' I wept, my side contorted into a face of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other unity put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum Daddy ... then he put his penis, his big Arab member ... .they were n't circumcised Daddy ... it was abominable, filthy ... ''

'' Its okeh sweetheart, please stop, its O.K. do n't cry. It was just a ambition Steffie, '' my handsome papa insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his stiff arms. `` dad will never let you be hurt by anyone honey, '' he promised, even as his rock and roll severe penis tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about future year Daddy ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many noncitizen in Boston Daddy. They hate us daddy. They hate us because we 're light-haired and respectable looking and healthy and smart and happy and Americans and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were to a greater extent men like you dad. I wish I could recover a boyfriend as handsome and skillful as you, someone big and hard to protect me, the boys at schoolhouse are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my consistence trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of regret evident in his vocalism. `` You 'll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in love with, a boy you 'll require to espouse and start a home with, '' he continued, but I could see he was glad and activated with my compliment.

'' I do n't need a boy dad ... and no ones as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even blotto, forcing him to sense his little girl 's now ripe body.

'' God honey, I 'm an old man, way too old and weakly for a beautiful young female child like you, '' he protested, but made no effort to run away, in fact seemed to bear on his intemperately shaft even harder into me.

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

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

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

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

'' Your thing Daddy .... Your penis, it stretched your suit of clothes so lots 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 cause heard what they said Daddy when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and exact off your lawsuit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm sorry honey, I wo n't endure it again, I did n't mean to embarrass ... ''

'' Its okey pa, I liked it. I 'm proud of my papa, proud they think you 're such a aphrodisiacal man. Their forefather are both old guy wire, its only you my friends dream of. Monica told me she got so excited when she had her medical examination, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my optic drifting down towards the ruby tool that lay between our bodies. `` 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 love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other booster ? ``

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

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't consider they have gracious bodies Daddy ? You do n't remember they 're sexy when you see them naked in your office ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're gracious girls dearest, but they 're too young for me ... ''

'' They 're woman now pappa, 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 of action, you 're beautiful dear, but ... '' he stuttered, reddening as he spoke.

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

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

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

I was on my rachis naked, my ramification cattle farm, when Daddy reappeared minutes later, drop of pee dotting his broad chest of drawers, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one articulatio genus raised in the air, and my cut strands of blond pubic hair were no barrier as his eyes locked on my garden pink insides as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, prison term to get up, you do n't require to be of late for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his script over my shaking stifle and up and down my inner thigh.

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

'' I have an cognitive operation at eight beloved, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull his briefs up his hairy wooden leg, 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 cloth. `` I like it when I see him so hard Daddy, do you need any aid ? '' I continued as Daddy blushed and turned away from my bore eyes.

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

'' Some Tai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the engagement of our head 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 oculus never leaving me as he backed towards the door.

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

'' Oh Redeemer, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the forepart door slammed shut, the fingers of my left deal snaking down between my already damp thigh. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether backtalk, my tumid button, my fingers as they slowly circularize my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to satisfy my probing finger, yet even this inadequate replacement for dada 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering sexual climax in minute, my defeat assuaged momentarily by my copious spending. I brought my sopping fingerbreadth to my mouth and reveled in my gustatory perception, wishing only that it was conflate with Daddy 's thick white sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index fingerbreadth, `` Just four more days dad. We 'll make water dear for the for the first time prison term in Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into Daddy 's bed over the last eight years, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us. It had always been innocent until shoemaker's last February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't require the boys my age who in increasing numbers were flocking around me ; neither Billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the warmth that dada could arouse with just one kind face, one motion, one caress. Lying in Daddy 's bed, still warm from his body, I thought back to that February night four calendar month ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

pop had surprised me on that Night four month ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's nearly glamourous night spots - my coming out company he had called it. A jubilation of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 Freshman category of Harvard medical checkup shoal

I had worn high bounder and my sexiest dress, a new, blackness, clinging silk turn, to celebrate the function, my breasts free under the low cut top, the senior 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 oral cavity had plopped unresolved, clearly stunned at the depiction I made.

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

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

It was the perfect evening and daddy made me feel like a young woman who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no anterior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to handle him like a real man, a sexy man. I danced closer than I would receive normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after persuasion of my wide breasts, my hard flushed nipples ; sitting, I moved my apparel so the slit was towards the front, my wispy thin red silk panties continually exposed to his thirsty stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my firmly teat into his chest, grinding my cumulation into him as my fingers gently caressed his whisker, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the get-go clip, felt pappa 's thickset spear rubbing, probing urgently against my stomach. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when Billy, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with inflammation when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the sexual energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new natural state, unacceptable, incestuous intimate sentiment whirling through my wit. waiting, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped parcel as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the small rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of hone white pearls sitting on a bed of black 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 :

lamb Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No male parent on Earth has ever been prosperous than I - to have a daughter as variety and beautiful and intelligent and nice and caring and loving as you is the best affair that could possibly hold happened to me.

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you domicile from the infirmary. To intend that today that little fille is now eighteen and soon will be leaving me for university and adulthood is almost incomprehensible. I 'm so proud of you honey, how well you 've done, what an great person you 've become.

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that moment in sentence when I realized there was no one in the mankind I 'd rather pass my life with, that there was no one else in the mankind I wanted to make love to more than pop. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the but person I had ever loved, I felt a surge of intimate attraction echo through my body, my glossa, my lips, my nipple, my liquidness inside, my completely body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with billy goat in the second seat of his car, the kissing, the touch, the excited grapple ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of boys and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the night with Jason, just hebdomad ago, when I had felt for the first, and so far, only time, a penis penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my soundbox 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 Christian Bible, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the lonesome man I 'll ever love, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to make out the new me, wanting him to palpate as I, wanting him to grasp that we were destined to be joined in every way.

I could finger a shiver of excitement tremor through his body as our tongues met and explored and could n't help but experience the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

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

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

'' Of course beloved, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to take something innocent to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to comment his surreptitious touch.

His hands were like satin as they moved over my articulatio humeri and gently caressed my neck opening as he lifted my foresighted blond curls to bare me for his ring of ivory. I could palpate his intimation on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end eluding rid, allowing the aplomb, white balls to cascade down across my breast and between my heaving breasts.

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

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a literal butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clutch behind my neck. But I could finger daddy 's excitement throbbing into the crack of my bottom 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 Sung of joy a reflectivity of the felicity I felt at finding my spirit partner, my fan, my only future.

'' feel at the pearls Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to trip the light fantastic toe in front of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin shoulder strap off my shoulder joint and let my top drop to my waist, baring my firm, full phase of the moon orbs to his startle eyes.

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

'' There just chest dada, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the bone look on me, '' and then started to twirl the necklace over my chest. `` They keep getting stuck on my tit pa, '' I complained with a lilliputian smirch, faking a drunkenness that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, unfaltering nipple between my thumb and finger's breadth, presenting a full, strong orb to him.

'' They 're double-dyed dearest, '' he answered grinning, clearly now amused at his little daughters show, believing that this was an ingenuous daughters play and not a dangerous sexual act.

'' I had a staring day Daddy, I love you so a great deal, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his stiff, welcoming arms. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his dearest for me so authorize. As I fell back on the bed I could see a here and now faltering before his hands moved to my waist and pulled my wearing apparel over my pelvis and down my legs, leaving me naked except for my drop and silk panties.

As he hung my dress in my wardrobe I started to lower my red drawers, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my pantie only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his most fatherly vocalisation, as if he was just helping me with preparation or the peach, but I could palpate the tremor in his digit as he touched me.

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

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

After finally getting me set up and the tack placed over my defenseless skin he turned to go, whispering a 'goodnight darling'as he started to endorse away.

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

'' What honey ? ``

'' Lie next to me Daddy, like you did when I was young, '' I mumbled drowsily, `` halt with me until I fall asleep. ``

'' Sure beloved, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a moments hesitation his pants, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his E. B. White boxershorts, and lying on his slope watched me as he gently stroked my blond haircloth. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my sassing were LE than a half column inch from his nerve, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his strong chest.

He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping next to his eighteen year old girl, the continuous rigourousness against my thigh a in writing proof.

~~~~~

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

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

'' What did you mean about City of Light and pearls in your varsity letter last Night pappa ? '' 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 occur 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 next to his bed.

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

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

'' well I thought that Doctor Roderick S. James I and his adorable daughter, misfire Stephanie Danielle Henry James might just do good from ten weeks touring the continent, '' papa said smugly, a wide grinning impossible to control back.

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

'' Dr. James I has already told his colleagues and the hospital administration that he will be out of the land for the time full stop covered by those tag my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and felicity. `` He feels that this might be his end chance to give his beautiful girl advice and direction before she flings herself out into the smashing world. ``

I did n't have him a chance to say another word as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kiss. But I could n't help but point out his desolation as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both awe and excitement as I saw pa 's penis for the first time, 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 James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the tickets - it 's up to you to adjudicate where we 'll go and when. You got four months to decide and then to book the rooms and elevator car and flight of steps and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

SPRING 1994

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

I think it was easier for me, my youthfulness allowing me to immediately take the fact I wanted pa as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about smart set 's rejection of this forbidden making love, of society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my judgement had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him ; society 's tabu against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my torso was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.

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

daughter do love their founding father like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for soul like me, an only if kid whose mother had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to carry my Mommies shoes and suit dada 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those calendar month. I dressed better, no more jeans or sweats and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to apparel, or blouse and skirt ensembles, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't cut the cleaning lady I 'd become.

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than pattern, making papa sense the woman I was.

I 'd join him in the TV way fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against him as we watched a rented moving-picture show I 'd chosen. Over those weeks and months Daddy increasingly stayed home base more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social life now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from time to metre, 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 semen he was spending so lots clock time at rest home. `` I 'm only going to hold you for a few to a greater extent calendar month'sweetie, '' he 'd reply as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his fervour, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, could n't help but find the erections pa 'd turn as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving center promiscuous access to my total, firm breasts.

We did n't discuss what was happening to us over those month, we were in a silent, sexual, mating saltation that clearly scared pappa. But I knew he was studying the trouble, trying to face these forbidden desires that were threatening to drown him.

I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter lovemaking, as well as erotic accounts of computer graphic, incestuous sex. His figurer browsing chronicle increasingly led me to the web site Daddy had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and factual picture of sire making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

I remembered all this as I lay in Daddy 's bed that June dawning, stroking myself, a poor fill-in for what I wanted, what I needed. But we 'd be European Union soon, then I knew it 'd encounter ...

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

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

After finally collecting our bags and clearing customs, something the French are schoolmaster at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as Daddy drove our rented car towards our diminished but upscale four star hotel on the left wing 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 expiration city.

'' The arriere pensee Daddy, it 's .... I mean to say it 's ... '' I stammered.

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

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

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

'' Well, '' I started again, my boldness now scrunched up in a near grimace, `` The hotel might be expecting a marital couple dad, a couple on their honeymoon. ``

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

Rushing now, bore to spill the wholly story in one fell slide, I explained, `` When I filled in the online registration form pappa, I must feature filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one way and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs. James and I do n't know, I did n't alter it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't need two suite for just two people, I mean we 'd save money this way and ... ''

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

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

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

'' Well not exactly papa. '' Seeing a frown spreading across his grimace, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a good theme dada, so when I booked the early hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll redeem money and some of them offered special extra for newlyweds and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athens, the Greek Islands, Istanbul love ? '' he asked, the fingers of his destitute manus now back on the direction steering wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes dada, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but remember you did give me full responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was quiet for minutes but I resisted the urge to fracture in, to explain, to excuse, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, to let him adjudicate, react.

'' We have n't talked about .... I mean, you know, about what 's happened between us, ... '' he finally started, his jitteriness evident in his stammering, diffident voice. Getting no immediate reception from me he went on, `` I know you think honey, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for dad, ... 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 believe that ... .. that maybe you thought my soundbox response to you think 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 drive fronting the hotel. `` Lets not occupy about it for tonight dearest, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just ledger in and have dinner and then talk about it in the morning. But we do stimulate to blab out sweetie, you ca n't go on cerebration we ... ''

'' Yes Daddy, I 'm dreary about everything, '' I whispered, one split sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the social movement desk. `` We gave you our skilful rooms .... No extra charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the registration cards, a across-the-board smile on his side, `` We do n't often get newlyweds. ``

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

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his all body signaling commendation as his middle hungrily roved over my unseasoned, mature dead body, wishing it was he who was going to spend the night in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the large bedroom with its Rex size bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period objet d'art, the balcony afford to a vista 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 way, the view, the flowers, the yield basket, the deep brown, the champagne cooling ... `` So now, what do you intend of my little subterfuge my dear husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a large-minded grin on my face.

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

'' Would you like to share with me dad ? I think I read they have a pee shortage over here, '' I offered with a twinkle in my oculus,

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me deplume my sweater over my head, and I knew his heart were still on my bare back as I started towards the threshold, and dropping my little, pitch blackness, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew Daddy was imagining every jiggle of my stave wax tits.

~~~~~

'' What are you so happy about new lady ? '' Daddy asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his prominent body encased in the voluptuary robe that came with the room.

'' nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory gown that was my only cover, a robe I 'd buy just for tonight. God, he 's better-looking I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two column inch muscular body seeming to transude exponent and gender with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a probability to respond we heard the lightheaded tapping on the door and dada pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an lean, elderly, uniformed bellboy, pushing a dish laden cart.

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

'' You might have given the pitiable man a gist approach '' dad laughed as he turned back towards me.

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

'' You 're wearing your bone, '' 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 wide-cut, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between my knocker. `` Do you care them ? '' I asked.

'' They 're beautiful dear, '' he whispered, not even noticing the pearl 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 head trip, about Paris, about the dangerous undertaking that awaited us over the next ten workweek. Neither of us had ever visited EC before and looked forward to visiting all the plaza we 'd take heed about all our life story. We were to visit the Louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasure we 'd soon see in person.

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

'' Sit with me papa, '' I said, patting the seat following to me in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the centre of the room.

Finally sitting cautiously at the former end of the sofa he watched me, his center flicking from my titty to my thigh before meeting mine.

'' You 're as bad as the bellman, '' I giggled nervously, my assuredness suddenly gone, knowing the future few minutes were so life-sustaining to my future happiness.

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

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

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

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

'' What ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

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

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

'' horseshit Daddy, '' I said as I moved my lip against his, burying my tongue deep in his mouth. If it 's so incorrectly 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 sketch by value scholar on the field if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so strange, so perverted how add up a million Father-God are sleeping with their daughter tonight ? How come Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

Watching his optic as he carried me, I had a present moment of panic, of veneration, as I saw the raw Male lust burning rich inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too former maybe, if I had made a mistake, if we were n't about to cross some inviolate line.

He pulled my gaping gown off my shoulders as he walked, letting it slip to the storey even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spread-eagled, my pegleg hanging over the edge of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his robe as he fumbled urgently to get it off.

Finally he stood defenseless between my legs, his angry cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its zeal to be buried deep in my garden pink, moist sheathe.

'' pa ! '' I pled, scared now, convinced now it 'd never fit, that it would part me. God, it 's threefold the size of Jason 's I thought, and even he had hurt me the number 1 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 Hammond organ now bouncing between my thigh as he lowered his lips onto mine.

'' Oh Daddy yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his knife over my Chin and down onto an aching teat, swallowing it as his tooth pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt kickoff one and then a arcsecond finger trip inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.

'' Oh Steff, you feel so good, so pure, '' papa groaned as he pumped his two finger in and out of me, finally bringing them to his mouthpiece where he tasted his girl for the world-class time.

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

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

'' We have all Nox love, '' the unattackable, confident, sexy father I 'd always known now back in ascendency, all motivation for further artifice on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made honey to by the exclusively man I 'd ever love.

I did n't ask any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in prevision, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his hands from my fuzz down over my boob, stopping just for a 2nd to badger my already turgid nipples, and then down to my pelvic arch and my hind end, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to climb up from between my legs.

Suddenly worried again at its size, I trembled when his work force moved over my ass and pulled my thigh apart, positioning me so his incredibly large cockhead rested lightly against my distend clit.

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

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

'' Aaaaaaaahh Daddy, '' I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my puss close behind the thick nous and tighten on the blue veined pecker. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more in 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 gate to my uterus, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his manus lifting and separating my peg, he started a steady rhythm of long, trench strokes, each fortuity igniting a million mettle finish the length of my cunt.

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

Faster and faster he pistoned, each cryptical penetration now producing an equal response from my now shuddering centre. As he lay on top of me and seized my mouth in his, his tongue penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing diaphysis even deeper.

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first base spasm shuddered through my body, as my inside throbbed as they awaited the number 1 burning jet of sperm to glut them. I locked my peg around his back and met every thrust 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 first step in my depth, an sufferance of his seed.

'' STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE, '' Daddy moaned as the go liquid spasm of his tool filled me.

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

'' Jesus 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 orb, all the spell trying to stuff even more of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go screwball as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to lift away from his cheek before he grasped my butt joint and pulled me back, holding me spread to his mouth, a finger deep in my ass. I could only swallow five or six in of dada but my two hands continued to operate him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first vellication of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my part garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my oral cavity, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` Good Shepherd dad, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lips moved up his body and kissed him. I could smack my cunt as our natural language met, as he licked some of his sperm from deep within my mouth.

We finally fell apart and lay for minute side by side, the silence of the night broken only by our rasping breathing.

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

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

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

'' Pretty estimable sweetie, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we expert try it again just to make sure enough. ``

'' You mean you can do it agaaaain Daddy ? '' 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 midst terminal, pretending I was in control, but knowing I 'd be his striver forever.

~~~~~

We awoke late the future dayspring, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all mentation of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only meter either of us left the bed over the adjacent twenty-four hours was for a nimble shower, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. daddy 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. that followed we visited Palace of Versailles, the Eiffel column, Notre Dame ( but we saw no humpback ! ), took a boat trip down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the nights I lay entwined with dada, my wooden leg locked around his back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping lance, spouting his cum as I groaned.

We got get married ten days later, married in a small church service by a smiling, cherubic non-Christian priest in a little village in the Confederacy of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal ceremony ; perhaps most citizenry would call it a postiche, but for dad and me it was the most howling day of our lives.

THE PRESENT - 2006

As I look at those moving picture today I see an innocent girl walking from the church, looking almost demure in my elementary Stanford White dress, the lace velum hiding my eyes as I look up into dada 's smiling side. We 're both obviously glad ; anyone looking at the pictures can see the joy, the passion between the newlywed, the sexual promise.

The rest of that grand summer is etched forever in my retentiveness ; Barcelona and Sevilla in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Roma and the Coliseum, the warm weewee of the Aegean Sea and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the Blue Mosque in Istanbul ... it was everlasting, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small, amatory here and now with pop that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at mantle Sounion, making love on a abandoned beach south of Rome, walking hand in hired hand through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems impossible. God, its 12 years already since that wizard summer. I 'm a MD now. daddy and I spent seven year in Boston while I struggled to keep up with my classmates ; without my husband who 'd been through med school, who knew all the tricks, who was always ready to tutor me it would possess been impossible.

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

We live now in the Confederate States, in a medium sized townspeople located on the sea, a Town of sand beaches and palm Tree, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can take hold of the daughter and we can be in our boat and on the water in twenty minutes. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our honey triumphed over the fright, against the betting odds, against the naysayers warnings.

'' Are you almost finished, '' I hear him prognosticate now. Daddy 's almost fifty now, but seems to get young each twelvemonth, the boy in him never far from the open, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my dreams, my solitary love.

'' Yes pappa, '' I whisper as I move towards his open arms, towards his smiling face, his hungry trunk ...

THE END