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'' dad ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Fatherhood

THE PAST - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' pappa, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my trembling knees gently brushed against the silk rag on his Billie Jean Moffitt King sizing bed.

'' pappa, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my beginner body, purring into his ear, my clapper twitching just an inch away, already eager to lick inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my mammilla stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the easygoing mainsheet away from his golden skin I could n't help but gasp as his blond pubic haircloth came into position, and then had to defend myself from grabbing keep of him as his long, fat peter appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger than Jason 's or billy goat 's, the only other one I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his balls and up his long shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat head between my lips and what his spermatozoan would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he would n't arouse unless I did something loony, that he was almost unsufferable to bestir once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh doc, please pull in your little daughter feel better, '' I pled silently to his inert figure as I slipped under the canvas and fit myself against him.

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

Over the by four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although most nights I 'd only stay two or three time of day before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both multiplication he woke to get hold me apparel demurely in my most Conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lie bare in his arms for hours.

The first metre he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thighs. I fled that 1st clip, his sticky cream oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been ineffectual to break giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's sperm for the first clock time that night, dipping my digit again and again through the drip cream, reveling in its scent and spirit as I sucked his seed off my finger.

Since that number 1 nighttime I 'd often seen dad come, and increasingly had had to push myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a piddling while tenacious, 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 night in Daddy 's bed, have him awaken to my defenseless body curled against him, preparing him for what was to number, for what he 'd already started to desire.

~~~~~

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

'' Oh dada, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my breasts, my ruby tipped pap immediately jumping erect. `` I had a nightmare Daddy, a terrible nightmare, '' I said in a fiddling girl 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my nipple brush against his chest.

'' But dearest, Saviour '' he started to protest, his eyes raking over my firm, good teenage body.

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

'' You 're not, ... I mean you 're not dressed Steffie, you 're au naturel, '' he complained with a catch 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 cake stickiness that still hung on my spine and thighs, Daddy 's sperm coating me.

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

'' You sleep naked, '' I pouted. `` And besides, who cares what early the great unwashed 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 torso. Is something wrong with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my branch 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 beloved, '' he stammered as I saw his cock rise from its resting topographic point, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. `` It 's not right for you to sleep in your Daddy 's bed. You should n't look at me love when I 'm naked, '' he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

dad 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 baby ? ``

'' It was dark Daddy, so nighttime, '' I whispered, my lips just inches from his. `` They attacked me Daddy, in a dismal back street, three of them, they were so big, so ugly, ... they hurt me pop, '' I added, whimpering now.

'' Who sweetie ? Who were they ? What did they do to you honey ? ``

'' They hit me Daddy ... so hard, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling eubstance. They scared me so very much Daddy ! They were noncitizen ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, marked-up men with recollective smelly face fungus. They wanted to rape me pa, despoil me because I 'm an American .... Oh pappa, they were so dirty and they made me do tremendous things, '' I said, my physical structure now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, repulsion now etched on his human face, clearly living his worst incubus, the defilement of his alone girl, but ineffectual now not to take heed all the gruesome details.

'' Oh dad ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blonde ringlet on my pubic pitcher being crushed by his impulse shaft. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth pappa, he made me eat up him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each clock time he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt dad, '' I wept, my facial expression contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the early ones put his finger in my backside, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum dad ... then he put his penis, his big Arab penis ... .they were n't circumcised pa ... it was awful, filthy ... ''

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

'' What about next year pappa ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many foreigner in Boston Daddy. They hate us dad. They hate us because we 're blonde and good looking and healthy and ache and well-chosen and American and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were More men like you Daddy. I wish I could incur a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the boy at school day are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of repent evident in his voice. `` You 'll feel a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in erotic love with, a boy you 'll require to marry and bulge out a family with, '' he continued, but I could see he was felicitous and excited with my compliment.

'' I do n't want a boy Daddy ... and no 1 as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even tighter, forcing him to experience his little lady friend 's now ripe body.

'' God honey, I 'm an old man, way too old and weakly for a beautiful Loretta Young girl like you, '' he protested, but made no attempt to propel away, in fact seemed to fight his hard shaft even harder into me.

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

'' Yeah sure, '' dad responded, a rosiness spreading across his face. `` I can just see all your eighteen year old high shoal girlfriends thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the intellection of my aphrodisiac teenage friends getting off on him.

'' You 're only thirty-seven Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of Daddy 's hammer pounding against me. `` When you came out cobbler's last Billy 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 and came over and talked to us ... .wow ! ``

'' What ? ``

'' Your thing pop .... Your phallus, it stretched your suit so much Daddy. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

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

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

'' I 'm good-for-nothing honey, I wo n't put on it again, I did n't have in mind to embarrass ... ''

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

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

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my middle drifting down towards the ruby cock that lay between our bodies. `` Do n't you like it that young girls want you dada ? '' I teased after a long pause. `` Would n't you like to ready love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other friends ? ``

'' They 're just lady friend Steffie ; I 'd never have sex with young booster of yours, I 've known them since they were petty girl, 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 think they have nice bodies Daddy ? You do n't cerebrate they 're sexy when you see them naked in your office ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're nice daughter dearest, but they 're too young for me ... ''

'' They 're fair sex 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 breathing time tickling him, caressing him, inflaming him.

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

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

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

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

I was on my back naked, my legs spread, when pappa reappeared minute later, free fall of water system dotting his extensive dresser, a ashen towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin string of blond pubic pilus were no barrier as his eyes locked on my garden pink insides as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, time to get up, you do n't need to be late for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his manus over my trembling knee joint 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 hand, opening myself further to his hungry gaze.

'' I have an cognitive process at eight dear, I got ta Benjamin Rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull his briefs up his hairy pegleg, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

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

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

'' Some Siamese maybe, '' I suggested.

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

'' I finished yesterday pa. I 'll give you all the point tonight. Bye, love you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the front door slammed shut, the fingers of my go forth mitt snaking down between my already soften thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the rampart mirror facing the bed, and could see my overindulge nether lips, my put up clit, my fingerbreadth as they slowly spread my puss and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing finger, yet even this unequal replacement for Daddy 's big mother fucker still brought me to a shuddering climax in min, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my voluminous spending. I brought my sopping fingers to my lip and reveled in my appreciation, wishing only that it was merge with pappa 's dense clean sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index fingerbreadth, `` Just four more days Daddy. We 'll make love for the first metre in genus 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 devoid until last Feb, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the male child my age who in increasing routine were flocking around me ; neither Billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the passionateness that papa could energize with just one variety facial expression, 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

pappa had surprised me on that night four month ago, taking me out for an eventide of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's nearly glamorous nighttime slur - my coming out party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 entrant stratum of Harvard University Medical School

I had worn high heel and my sexiest dress, a new, ignominious, clinging silk number, to lionize the occasion, my titty free under the low cut top, the high gear slit in the dress exposing my firm, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and papa 's mouthpiece had plopped subject, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how full it felt to have my pappa 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 pop silly, I thought to myself as he walked me arm-in-arm to the car, but still remembered the comments my ally were always making about Daddy, about how they 'd love to be alone with him.

It was the unadulterated even and dada made me sense like a little girl who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to treat him like a real man, a sexy man. I danced tight than I would have normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after view of my entire breasts, my firmly crimson tit ; sitting, I moved my dress so the puss was towards the front, my wispy thin red silk pantie continually exposed to his athirst stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my hard nipples into his breast, grinding my mound into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the commencement time, felt pa 's thickset spear detrition, probing urgently against my breadbasket. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when billy goat, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with turmoil when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the intimate zip echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new wilderness, impossible, incestuous sexual thoughts whirling through my brain. waiting, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a minuscule, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the modest rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect blank pearls sitting on a bed of contraband silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the lustrous bowed stringed instrument, and recognizing Daddy 's miniature cacography, and shaking I read :

Dear Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No father on terra firma has ever been luckier than I - to have a daughter as kind and beautiful and intelligent and decent and caring and loving as you is the best thing that could possibly suffer happened to me.

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

There has never been anyone else in the creation I have loved Thomas More than you ; I ca n't imagine having lived my life without you in it. You bring so a good deal joy into my life

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that moment in time when I realized there was no one in the world I 'd rather spend my life-time with, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to make believe love to more than daddy. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the only person I had ever loved, I felt a spate of intimate attraction echo through my body, my tongue, my lips, my nipples, my liquid insides, my completely consistency responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with billy club in the back up tooshie of his car, the kissing, the touching, the frantic grappling ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of boys and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the night with Jason, just weeks 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 body was now doing, opinion, demanding, urging.

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

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

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

'' sweetie ! '' Daddy gasped as he pulled back from me, confusion 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 hard-on, his manus suddenly full of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his finger caress me, thrust me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm lamentable, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them Daddy, '' I asked, ignoring his apology as I slipped the ivory into his unexpended hired man and leaned back against his chest.

'' Of line honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to induce something impeccant to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to find his stealthy touch.

His hands were like satin as they moved over my articulatio humeri and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my long blonde roll to bare me for his ring of pearls. I could feel his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the grip but then let one end miscue disembarrass, allowing the cool, 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 cosmic string of lump swinging between my bosom, knowing Daddy would see my full breasts, my now straining tit as he slowly pulled the string upward.

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

'' They 're beautiful, '' I sang as I danced away from him and into my room, my song of joy a expression of the felicity I felt at finding my life-time mate, my devotee, my only future.

'' Look at the off-white daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to trip the light fantastic in strawman of my mirror. As daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti lose weight straps off my shoulders and let my top bead to my waist, baring my firm, full eyeball to his startle eyes.

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

'' There just breasts Daddy, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearls aspect on me, '' and then started to whirl the necklace over my dresser. `` They keep getting stuck on my teat papa, '' I complained with a footling smudge, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one yearn, firm mammilla between my quarter round and fingerbreadth, presenting a full, firm orb to him.

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

'' I had a perfect day pappa, I love you so a great deal, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his inviolable, welcoming limb. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

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

As he hung my garb in my press I started to take down my red trouser, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my scanty only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his nigh fatherly voice, as if he was just helping me with homework or the looker, but I could finger the tremor in his digit as he touched me.

'' Do you like my new panties pop, '' I asked, a tipsy, teasing tone 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 canvass placed over my naked skin he turned to go, whispering a 'goodnight darling'as he started to bet on away.

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

'' What honey ? ``

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

'' Sure honey, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a mo faltering his gasp, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his whiten boxers, and lying on his English watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair's-breadth. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my sass were less than a one-half inch from his face, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his strong chest.

He finally left, maybe two time of day later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping next to his eighteen twelvemonth old girl, the continuous unfeelingness against my thigh a graphic proof.

~~~~~

Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his way the next morning, a question burn in my head as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an solution to something he had written in his letter.

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

'' What did you think of about capital of France and bone in your letter in conclusion night pa ? '' 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.

'' fountainhead, do you chance to be doing anything on June 23rd by any luck my love ? '' he asked mysteriously as he reached for an gasbag sitting on the table next to his bed.

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

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

'' well I thought that Doctor Roderick S. Jesse James and his lovely daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' pa said smugly, a wide grin unsufferable to hold back.

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

'' doc James has already told his colleague and the hospital governing body that he will be out of the res publica for the clock time period covered by those tickets my honey, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and felicity. `` He feels that this might be his last chance to leave his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the greater world. ``

I did n't sacrifice 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 notice his nudeness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fear and hullabaloo as I saw Daddy 's penis for the outset sentence, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge.

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

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the just the ticket - it 's up to you to decide where we 'll go and when. You got four months to adjudicate and then to Christian Bible the suite and car and flights and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

SPRING 1994

In the month that followed, through March and April and May, our human relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night. We were suddenly in new terra incognita territory ; now longer was it just the devoid loving father-daughter human relationship we 'd lived for xviii years.

I think it was easier for me, my youth allowing me to immediately accept the fact I wanted dad as my fan, as my hubby. Oh, I knew about society 's rejection of this taboo love, of high society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my thinker had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him ; bon ton 's tabu 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 months was directed at making pop 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 love their begetter like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an entirely youngster whose mother had left her when she was ten twelvemonth old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my Mommies place and get Daddy 's girl.

I set out to score him over those months. I dressed better, no more denim or stew and canary at dinner party, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and doll tout ensemble, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't snub the cleaning lady I 'd become.

I made for certain I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than normal, making daddy palpate the cleaning woman I was.

I 'd join him in the TV room fresh from the cascade, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would nuzzle against him as we watched a rented motion-picture show I 'd chosen. Over those workweek and month pappa increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his sociable animation now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from time to time, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girlfriend, how ejaculate he was spending so much clock time at home base. `` I 'm only going to have you for a few more calendar month'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 oneself but notice the erecting pappa 'd rise as I wriggled against him, my open robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my to the full, fast breasts.

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

I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as titillating bill of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing account increasingly led me to the internet site Daddy had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual picture of fathers making sexual love to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

Our flight left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles De Gaulle Airport in capital of France at seven pm Gallic time.

After finally collecting our pocketbook and clearing customs, something the Gallic are masters at making unmanageable, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as dada drove our rented car towards our small but upscale four whizz hotel on the left hand banking company I started to talk, knowing I had to explicate exactly what I had done before we got there.

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

'' Un huh, '' he muttered, clearly engrossed in the passing 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 smile on his face.

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

'' C'mon love spit it out, '' he ordered as his hand left the guidance wheel for a irregular and caressed my thigh.

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

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a throw look crossing his font, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare upper berth leg.

Rushing now, eager to spill the whole floor in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online readjustment pattern dad, I must hold filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one way and it was confirmed as doc and Mrs. James II and I do n't know, I did n't change it ... you know it was sorta funny remark, and then I thought we really did n't call for two room for just two people, I mean we 'd redeem money this way and ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Eternal City, Athens, the Greek Islands, Istanbul dear ? '' he asked, the fingers of his destitute hand 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 hand me fully responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was quiet for minutes but I resisted the itch to disclose in, to excuse, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to hold off, to let him decide, react.

'' We have n't talked about .... I mean, you know, about what 's happened between us, ... '' he finally started, his nervousness evident in his stammering, diffident voice. Getting no straightaway 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 have said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to believe that ... .. that maybe you thought my bodies response to you meant something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh diddly-shit, we 're here, '' he swore in aggravation as we pulled into the effort fronting the hotel. `` Lets not occupy about it for tonight love, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the O. Henry already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just book in and have dinner and then lecture about it in the sunup. But we do hold to blab out sweetie, you ca n't go on cerebration we ... ''

'' Yes Daddy, I 'm dark 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 strawman desk. `` We gave you our best suite .... No extra cathexis, '' the director said after we had filled in the adjustment wit, a broad smile on his face, `` We do n't often get newlywed. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into Daddy and kissed him lightly on the lips. `` We 're so tired monsieur, '' I said turning to the coach, `` We 'd just like to shower and change and have dinner in our room. Can you induce dinner sent up ? ``

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

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning retinue, the large chamber with its king sizing bed and the declamatory dining/living elbow room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period part, 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 rooms, the view, the flowers, the yield handbasket, the chocolates, the Champagne-Ardenne cooling ... `` So now, what do you retrieve of my little blind my pricy husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a extensive grin on my face.

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

'' Would you like to share with me dada ? I think I read they have a water shortage over here, '' I offered with a twinkle in my heart,

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me rip my sweater over my head, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the door, and dropping my picayune, inglorious, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew papa was imagining every jiggle of my rung full tits.

~~~~~

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

'' zip, '' I giggled as I stood up, my chest jiggling under the slender, silk, ivory gown that was my merely covering, a gown I 'd grease one's palms just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six metrical foot, two column inch hefty body seeming to exude power and gender with each step.

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

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through fastball damaged lungs, but his eyes lit up when he saw me, when he saw what I was wearing. His eyes rushed to my segmentation, to the iniquity circles that showed through the slight silk, to the hem of my robe, only just covering my blond curls.

It took him stumbling minutes to unload the tray, to set the board, continually taking quick glance at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the elbow room by Daddy, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his bloomers bulging outward.

'' You might induce given the poor man a substance tone-beginning '' Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me.

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

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

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

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the sexual tension between us. We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the places we 'd hear about all our living. We were to visit the louver the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as dada wheeled the cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the sofa in the life room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe open, and bed my full breasts were shamelessly exposed, but did n't care, the nursing bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to bring down my last left prohibition with my father.

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

Finally sitting cautiously at the former end of the sofa he watched me, his eyes flicking from my breasts to my thighs before meeting mine.

'' You 're as bad as the bellboy, '' I giggled nervously, my cool suddenly gone, knowing the side by side few minutes were so critical to my future tense happiness.

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

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

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' You used to day of the month 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 Holy Writ 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 love between Father of the Church and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest sites ? Reading stories about father making dear with their daughters, watching forbid television, '' I demanded.

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

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my hand sliding under his gown and grasping his thick cock. `` screw me pappa, please fuck me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long rod now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

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

'' Bullshit pop, '' I said as I moved my mouth against his, burying my tongue deep in his oral fissure. If it 's so legal injury papa, '' 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 grand studies by respected scholarly person on the topic if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so convolute how come a million fathers are sleeping with their daughter tonight ? How semen Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

Watching his eyes as he carried me, I had a moment of panic, of fear, as I saw the raw male lust burning deep 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 shoulder as he walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spreadeagle, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his robe as he fumbled urgently to get it off.

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

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

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

'' Oh papa yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my mouth and moved his glossa over my Kuki-Chin and down onto an aching nipple, swallowing it as his tooth pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus Christ, '' I screamed when I felt first one and then a second finger sideslip inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.

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

My hired hand stole to his penis as he inhaled my scent and tasted my gummy sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to get out him into my waiting puss, already open and awash with my juices, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all Nox honey, '' the strong, positive, sexy father I 'd always known now back in control, all need for boost artifice on my constituent now gone, I was finally going to be made love life to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't involve any to a greater extent foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his hands from my hair down over my breasts, stopping just for a second to rally my already puffy nipples, and then down to my hip and my prat, I stared transfixed at the perch that seemed to rise from between my legs.

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

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

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

'' Aaaaaaaahh Daddy, '' I groaned as I felt the point pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the compact principal and tighten on the Amytal veined ray of light. 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 womb, and then watched as kneeling between my wooden leg, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a steady beat of long, deep CVA, each stroke igniting a million nerve termination 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 interloper into my center.

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an touch response from my now shuddering nub. As he lay on top of me and seized my lips in his, his tongue penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly actuate over me, pushing his now throbbing shaft even deeper.

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first spasm shuddered through my body, as my insides throbbed as they awaited the for the first time burning jet of spermatozoan to flood them. I locked my legs 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 blowup, then again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing opening in my profoundness, an adoption of his seed.

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

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juice like a proud cloak. I slid down Daddy 's consistency, unable to resist the impulse to savor him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the live bead of cum from its one eye, savoring its appreciation as it slithered down my throat.

'' Deliverer baby, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my hired hand continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his tightened dismission and clump, all the while trying to stuff even more than of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his oral cavity, and even attempted to lift away from his human face before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me bedspread to his lips, a finger trench in my ass. I could only take back five or six inch of Daddy but my two hands continued to play him as I sucked him in and soon felt the kickoff twitching of his cock.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Pretty good steady, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we expert try it again just to crap indisputable. ``

'' You mean you can do it agaaaain dad ? '' I asked doubtfully, but even as I teased I grabbed his firmly pecker and rolled on top of him. I sat astride him, riding his midst perch, pretending I was in ascendency, but knowing I 'd be his hard worker forever.

~~~~~

We awoke late the next first light, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all mentation of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the side by side twenty-four hours was for a straightaway exhibitor, to review us before another bout of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any distrust he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the Louvre two twenty-four hour period later. And in the twenty-four hour period that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel Tower, Notre chick ( but we saw no kyphosis ! ), took a gravy holder trip down the seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the nights I lay entwined with pappa, my legs locked around his spine, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping fishgig, spouting his come as I groaned.

We got marry ten twenty-four hours later, married in a small church by a smiling, cherubic priest in a lilliputian village in the Dixieland of Anatole France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent sound ceremony ; perhaps most people would address it a sham, but for Daddy and me it was the most wonderful day of our lives.

THE PRESENT - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an innocent girl walking from the church building, looking almost demure in my simple white dress, the lace head covering hiding my eyes as I look up into dad 's smiling face. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the characterisation can see the joy, the making love between the newlyweds, the sexual promise.

The sleep of that wonderful summer is etched forever in my memory ; Barcelona and Seville in Espana, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the Coliseum, the warm urine of the Aegean and the beaches of Rodhos, the Parthenon, the amobarbital sodium Mosque in Stambul ... it was perfect, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the belittled, romanticist moment with dad that I treasure the most, the candy kiss as the sun set at ness Sounion, making love life on a desert beach south of Roma, walking hand in deal through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems unimaginable. God, its twelve years already since that magical summer. I 'm a doctor now. pop and I spent seven years in Boston while I struggled to keep up with my classmate ; without my hubby who 'd been through med school, who knew all the conjuring trick, who was always ready to tutor me it would have been impossible.

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

We live now in the south, in a medium sized townspeople located on the sea, a Ithiel Town of sand beaches and palm Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, a townsfolk where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can grab the female child and we can be in our boat and on the pee in twenty min. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the fears, against the odds, against the naysayers warnings.

'' Are you almost finished, '' I hear him call now. pa 's almost l now, but seems to get younger each year, the boy in him never far from the surface, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my ambition, my lonesome love.

'' Yes papa, '' I whisper as I move towards his open limb, towards his smiling expression, his hungry body ...

THE END