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'' pop ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE past times - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

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

'' Daddy, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my Father body, purring into his ear, my tongue 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 soft sheet of paper away from his aureate skin I could n't help but heave as his blond pubic hairsbreadth came into purview, and then had to struggle myself from grabbing keep of him as his long, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the one-hundredth time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so a lot bigger than Jason 's or he-goat 's, the only other ones I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my glossa over his balls and up his recollective shaft, what it would sense like to pop the fat heading between my lips and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my athirst throat.

I knew from experience he would n't wake unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to rouse once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Doctor, please make your slight daughter sense better, '' I pled silently to his torpid flesh as I slipped under the piece of paper and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the first sentence I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at firstly he must have awakened. It was only after spending a phone number of dark in Daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again as the 60 minutes passed his member would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the feeling of his ruggedness against me.

Over the past times four calendar month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into papa 's bed as he slept, although most nights I 'd only bide two or three 60 minutes before fleeing back to my room, my twat tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning time but both times 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 dwell naked in his implements of war for hours.

The inaugural time 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 second joint. I fled that number 1 meter, his sticky cream oozing down my stage as I ran, but had been ineffective to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted dada 's sperm for the first time that Nox, dipping my finger again and again through the drippage emollient, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his seed off my finger.

Since that first dark I 'd often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to oppose myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient role only a small while farseeing, that we 'd be in Europe soon, knew that for ten workweek we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

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

~~~~~

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

'' Oh Daddy, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sail slid below my bosom, my ruby tipped mammilla immediately jumping erect. `` I had a incubus Daddy, a dire incubus, '' I said in a little lady friend 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my teat encounter against his chest.

'' But dear, Jesus '' he started to protest, his eyes raking over my house, right teenage body.

'' But what pappa ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the nighttime and felt Daddy 's big shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of fertile, Andrew Dickson White sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

'' I always sleep nude now papa, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the soft silk against my skin, '' I added, feeling now the coat stickiness that still hung on my back and thigh, pop 's sperm coating me.

'' You 're my daughter sweetie. You know the great unwashed would n't understand you sleeping naked in your Father 's bed. ``

'' You sleep au naturel, '' I pouted. `` And besides, who cares what former people think ? '' I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. `` Besides, you 've seen me naked before - I am your daughter ! And you 're my Doctor of the Church, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my body. Is something unseasonable 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 charwoman honey, '' he stammered as I saw his dick rise from its resting station, 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 honey when I 'm naked, '' he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.

'' Even though I had a nightmare pappa ? I was so scar, '' I moaned fearfully.

daddy could n't block himself from pulling me into his tender weapon, could n't stop himself from asking, `` What was your bad dream about babe ? ``

'' It was saturnine Daddy, so dark, '' I whispered, my back talk just inch from his. `` They attacked me Daddy, in a dark alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly, ... they hurt me pa, '' 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 soundbox. They scared me so often papa ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, filthy men with longsighted smelly beards. They wanted to rape me pappa, despoil me because I 'm an American English .... Oh pa, they were so begrime and they made me do horrendous things, '' I said, my organic structure now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, repugnance now etched on his face, clearly living his worst nightmare, the befoulment of his alone daughter, but ineffectual now not to find out all the sick details.

'' Oh pop ! It was so horrendous, '' I cried as I wriggled in his coat of arms, the blonde curls on my pubic hill being crushed by his pulsation shaft. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his matter in my mouthpiece Daddy, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged pop, each clock time he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt Daddy, '' I wept, my face contorted into a face of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other ones put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum Daddy ... then he put his phallus, his big Arab phallus ... .they were n't circumcised pappa ... it was awful, cruddy ... ''

'' Its okay truelove, delight stop, its okey do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome daddy insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his inviolable munition. `` Daddy will never let you be hurt by anyone honey, '' he promised, even as his rock candy firmly penis tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about adjacent year pappa ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many foreigner in Boston daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blonde and skilful looking and sound and smarting and happy and American language and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

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

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of regret evident in his voice. `` You 'll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in love life with, a boy you 'll want to hook up with and startle a folk with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment.

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

'' God love, I 'm an old man, way too old and feeble for a beautiful young daughter like you, '' he protested, but made no attempt to actuate away, in fact seemed to push his laborious shot even harder into me.

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

'' Yeah sure, '' papa responded, a blush spreading across his face. `` I can just see all your XVIII year old luxuriously school girlfriend thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of my sexy teenage friends getting off on him.

'' You 're only 37 Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of papa 's stopcock pounding against me. `` When you came out go Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to set on you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

'' Your thing Daddy .... Your penis, it stretched your suit so a lot pappa. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

'' Stephanie ! '' pop 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 adopt off your courtship and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm sorry honey, I wo n't wear it again, I did n't mean to stymie ... ''

'' Its OK dada, I liked it. I 'm lofty of my pa, proud they think you 're such a aphrodisiac man. Their fathers are both old guys, its only you my Friend pipe dream of. Monica told me she got so worked up when she had her medical, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my middle drifting down towards the ruby cock that lay between our trunk. `` Do n't you like it that Thomas Young female child want you Daddy ? '' I teased after a long interruption. `` Would n't you like to earn love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my early supporter ? ``

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

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't think they have skillful organic structure daddy ? You do n't mean they 're aphrodisiac when you see them naked in your office ? '' I demanded.

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

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

'' Of course of action, you 're beautiful beloved, but ... '' he stuttered, reddening as he spoke.

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

'' Good Shepherd 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 bath. What 's he thinking about I wondered as I heard the shower running. I know your body wants me Daddy but what about you ?

I was on my back naked, my pegleg spread, when papa reappeared instant later, dip of H2O dotting his extensive chest of drawers, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my reduce fibril of blonde pubic pilus were no barrier as his center locked on my pink interior as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon steady, clock time to get up, you do n't want to be late for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat following to me and lightly ran his hand over my escape from knee and up and down my inner thigh.

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

'' I have an operation at eight honey, I got ta haste, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull out his briefs up his hairy legs, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

'' He 'll never fit, it 's too big, '' I giggled as I watched Daddy try to satiate his fat turncock under the unequal stuff. `` I like it when I see him so hard dada, do you want any assistance ? '' I continued as dad blushed and turned away from my eager eyes.

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

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the booking of our trip going anyway honey ? You 've only got a duo of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 sacrifice you all the particular tonight. Bye, love you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus of Nazareth, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the front line doorway slammed shut, the fingers of my left hand snaking down between my already dampen thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the paries mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether lips, my erect clit, my fingers as they slowly propagate my incision and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing digit, yet even this inadequate alternate for Daddy 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in minutes, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my copious disbursal. I brought my sopping fingers to my backtalk and reveled in my taste, wishing only that it was mixed with Daddy 's thick white sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my forefinger finger, `` Just four more daytime pappa. We 'll give love for the first time in French capital, '' 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 cobbler's last February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't desire the boys my age who in increasing numbers racket were flocking around me ; neither Billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that pop could sex with just one kind look, one gesture, one caress. Lying in Daddy 's bed, still warm from his body, I thought back to that February night four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

dad had surprised me on that night four month ago, taking me out for an eventide of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's about glamorous nighttime spots - my coming out party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that hebdomad into the September 1994 Freshman Class of Harvard Medical schooling

I had worn heights dog and my sexiest dress, a new, Negro, clinging silk issue, to observe the occasion, my chest free under the low cut top, the eminent puss in the dress exposing my house, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and pappa 's mouth had plopped overt, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

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

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

It was the perfect tense evening and papa 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 plow him like a very man, a sexy man. I danced nigh than I would possess normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after sentiment of my total white meat, my hard crimson nipples ; sitting, I moved my attire so the snatch was towards the front, my wispy thin red silk scanty continually exposed to his thirsty stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my hard nipples into his chest, grinding my cumulation into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the 1st time, felt Daddy 's thick fizgig detrition, probing urgently against my stomach. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when billy club, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with excitation when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the sexual free energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my chamber door, new wild, unacceptable, incestuous sexual persuasion whirling through my genius. Waiting, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, Au wrapped computer software as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the belittled rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect white pearls sitting on a bed of bleak silk. A circuit board had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the shiny drawstring, and recognizing pop 's miniature scribble, and shaking I read :

beloved Stephanie

I 'm so gallant of you Steff ! No father on Earth has ever been luckier than I - to have a girl as sort and beautiful and intelligent and prissy 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 young lady is now eighteen and soon will be leaving me for university and maturity is almost uncomprehensible. I 'm so proud of you honey, how well you 've done, what an outstanding person you 've become.

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that consequence in time when I realized there was no one in the man I 'd rather expend my sprightliness with, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to have make out to More than papa. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the only person I had ever loved, I felt a upsurge of intimate attractiveness sound reflection through my body, my knife, my lip, my nipples, my liquid inside, my whole dead body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with truncheon in the bet on stern 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 hebdomad ago, when I had felt for the starting time, and so far, only time, a penis penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my body was now doing, feel, demanding, urging.

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

'' Oh pop, your words, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the entirely man I 'll ever sleep together, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to recognize 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 tingle of excitement earth tremor through his consistency as our tongues met and explored and could n't help but palpate the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his arms, I ended up facing away from dad, my house bum pushed back against his erecting, his bridge player suddenly full of my breasts. For just a msec I felt his fingers fondle me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on ardour, mumbling, `` Oh the Nazarene Steff, I 'm blue, I didn't.. ''

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

'' Of course of instruction beloved, '' he said eagerly, clearly gladiola to birth something unacquainted to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to notice his surreptitious touch.

His hand were like satin as they moved over my articulatio humeri and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my long blond ringlet to strip me for his ring of off-white. I could feel his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the clutches but then let one end chemise free, allowing the cool, tweed clump to cascade down across my bureau and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're cold and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my attire away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the drawing string of balls swinging between my mammilla, knowing Daddy would see my fully breasts, my now straining nipples as he slowly pulled the strand upward.

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

'' They 're beautiful, '' I sang as I danced away from him and into my room, my vocal of joy a observation of the happiness I felt at finding my life partner, my lover, my only future.

'' Look at the pearl Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in battlefront of my mirror. As daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti flimsy straps off my shoulders and let my top drop to my waist, baring my firm, full orb to his startled eyes.

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

'' There just breast daddy, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearls look on me, '' and then started to twirl the necklace over my chest. `` They keep getting stuck on my pap papa, '' I complained with a little slur, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really sense. `` Are they too long papa, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, solid nipple between my thumb and fingerbreadth, presenting a full, unwaveringly orb to him.

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

'' I had a perfective tense day Daddy, I love you so much, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his secure, welcoming coat of arms. `` I 'm so sleepy-eyed. ``

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

As he hung my dress in my water closet I started to lower my red trouser, struggling so that when he turned back my branch were in the air and my panties only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his almost fatherly voice, as if he was just helping me with prep or the beauty, but I could feel the earth tremor in his finger's breadth as he touched me.

'' Do you like my new panties daddy, '' I asked, a tipsy, teasing timbre still in my vox, `` I bought them just for tonight, just for you, just for my pet man. ``

'' That 's decent sweetie, '' he responded, as he lifted me so he could get the piece of paper out from under me.

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

'' check for a few minutes pop, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What beloved ? ``

'' Lie next to me pappa, 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 minute waver his pants, slipped under the tabloid succeeding to me, down now to only his T. H. White boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning kip, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my rim were to a lesser extent than a half in from his face, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his secure chest.

He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping next to his 18 year old daughter, the continuous hardness against my thigh a graphic proof.

~~~~~

pa was still sleeping when I entered his elbow room the next dawning, a enquiry electrocution in my mastermind 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 French capital and ivory in your missive finish Nox dada ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

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

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

'' Well I thought that MD Roderick S. James and his lovely daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James IV might just benefit from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a wide smiling out of the question to hold back.

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

'' Doctor James I has already told his colleagues and the infirmary giving medication that he will be out of the country for the time period covered by those tag my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his close hazard to give his beautiful girl advice and counseling before she flings herself out into the greater human race. ``

I did n't give him a luck to say another word as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kisses. But I could n't help but remark his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both veneration and excitement as I saw Daddy 's penis for the first metre, lying proudly between his wooden leg, and even soft it looked huge.

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

'' Oh yes daddy, '' 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 decide where we 'll go and when. You got four calendar month to decide and then to book the rooms and cars and flights and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

bounce 1994

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

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

Everything I did over those calendar month was directed at making Daddy accept what I knew was inevitable but still as I studied the trouble and incest in world-wide I was stunned at what I found.

daughter do love their Fatherhood like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an only child whose mother had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to bring my Mommies place and suit pappa 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those months. I dressed better, no more jeans or sweats and snitcher at dinner party, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and skirt ensembles, just sexy enough that pappa could n't brush aside the woman I 'd become.

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

I 'd conjoin him in the TV way fresh from the rain shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would nest against him as we watched a rented movie I 'd chosen. Over those weeks and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social life sentence 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 girlfriends, how come he was spending so a great deal fourth dimension at dwelling. `` I 'm only going to have got you for a few more than months'truelove, '' he 'd reply as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his exhilaration, the growing intimate desire he felt for me, could n't help but notice the erecting Daddy 'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes prosperous access to my full, business firm breasts.

We did n't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dancing that clearly scared dad. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to present these foreclose 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 erotic accounts of lifelike, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to the sites Daddy had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual videos of forefather making dearest to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

Our flight left Pittsburgh drome at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles De Gaulle Airport in genus Paris at seven pm Daniel Chester French time.

After finally collecting our bags and clearing customs, something the French are passkey at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as Daddy drove our let car towards our small but upscale four star hotel on the left Bank I started to sing, knowing I had to explain exactly what I had done before we got there.

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

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

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

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

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a mistake at for the first time, 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 live, like it or ... ''

'' C'mon dear saliva it out, '' he ordered as his hired man left the steerage wheel for a minute and caress my thigh.

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

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a baffled look crossing his brass, his digit momentarily tightening on my bare speed leg.

rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online registration form Daddy, I must have filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs James and I do n't eff, I did n't commute it ... you know it was sorta shady, and then I thought we really did n't need two way for just two masses, 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 daddy, '' I mumbled.

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

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

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athinai, the Hellene Islands, Istanbul honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his dislodge hand now back on the direction wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but retrieve you did give me wax responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was quiet for min but I resisted the itch to break in, to explain, to rationalise, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to await, 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 jumpiness evident in his stammering, shy voice. Getting no immediate reply 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 glimpse at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd aid him. `` I know I should have said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to trust that ... .. that maybe you thought my bodies reaction to you meant 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 worry about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just Bible in and have dinner and then talk about it in the dawn. But we do accept to talk sweetie, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

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

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame St. James the Apostle, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted dada and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front man desk. `` We gave you our skillful rooms .... No extra charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the enrolment card, a broad smile on his cheek, `` We do n't often get newlyweds. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into Daddy and kissed him lightly on the lip. `` We 're so tired monsieur, '' I said turning to the manager, `` We 'd just like to shower and alteration and have dinner in our way. Can you consume dinner sent up ? ``

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

~~~~~

It turned out to be a arresting suite, the large bedroom with its male monarch size bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful Gallic period composition, the balcony receptive to a scene that led our eyes to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to pappa, after we had both taken in the rooms, the sentiment, the flowers, the fruit basket, the chocolates, the champagne cooling ... `` So now, what do you believe of my little subterfuge my honey husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad 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 smack on my cigaret as I started towards the washroom.

'' Would you like to share with me Daddy ? I think I read they have a piss shortage over here, '' I offered with a sparkling in my oculus,

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

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'' What are you so well-chosen about Whitney Young ma'am ? '' Daddy asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and cascade, his large soundbox encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' zip, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was my entirely covering, a robe I 'd bought just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two column inch muscular body seeming to exude exponent and gender with each step.

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

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through pot 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 slim 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 table, continually taking quick glances at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by dad, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his gasp bulging outward.

'' You might have given the wretched man a nitty-gritty onset '' Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me.

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

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

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

'' They 're beautiful honey, '' he whispered, not even noticing the 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 side by side ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited EU before and looked forward to visiting all the blank space we 'd heard about all our sprightliness. We were to visit the Louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the hoarded wealth we 'd soon see in person.

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

'' Sit with me dad, '' 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 other end of the sofa he watched me, his oculus flicking from my breasts to my thigh before meeting mine.

'' You 're as bad as the bellboy, '' I giggled nervously, my assuredness suddenly gone, knowing the adjacent few minutes were so vital to my future happiness.

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

'' You do n't want to enjoy me pop ? '' I demanded.

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

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

'' 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 record on father-daughter relationships ? Yes I saw it in your way dad, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about sexual love between fathers and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing cyberspace incest site ? Reading stories about forefather making making love with their daughters, watching prohibit videos, '' I demanded.

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

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

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

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

'' Bullshit pa, '' I said as I moved my sassing against his, burying my knife oceanic abyss in his mouth. If it 's so wrong papa, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on chawbacon, how come there 's been a thousand discipline by respected scholars on the field if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so perverted how come a million fathers are sleeping with their daughter tonight ? How get Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

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

He pulled my gaping gown off my shoulders as he walked, letting it slip to the story even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sail I fell back rout, my stage hanging over the sharpness of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his robe as he fumbled urgently to get it off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' We have all night dearest, '' the hard, positive, aphrodisiac begetter I 'd always known now back in control, all need for further artifice on my constituent now gone, I was finally going to be made passion to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't need any More stimulation ; I was already shaking in expectancy, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his manus from my hair's-breadth down over my breasts, stopping just for a second to badger my already puffy nipples, and then down to my hips and my stub, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to turn out from between my legs.

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

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

'' DADDY, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my nether rim stretched blanket, seemingly unequal to of accepting him. `` He 's too big pa, '' I whimpered as he continued his assault.

'' Aaaaaaaahh Daddy, '' I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thick head and tighten on the blue veined jibe. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three More column inch before retreating, gradually working to a greater extent 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 legs, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a unwavering rhythm of long, deep stroking, each stroke igniting a million spunk endings the distance 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 prospicient pecker with my juice, welcoming this noncitizen trespasser into my center.

Faster and faster he pistoned, each oceanic abyss penetration now producing an equal reply from my now shuddering pith. As he lay on top of me and seized my lips in his, his lingua penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly make a motion over me, pushing his now throbbing peter even deeper.

So this is what a rattling man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first cramp shuddered through my body, as my inside throbbed as they awaited the first burning jet of sperm cell to flood them. I locked my legs around his rachis and met every drive as the feeling crashed through me, the liquid melting at my core.

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

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

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard gig from me, its wet school principal wearing our orgasmic succus like a proud cloak. I slid down Daddy 's dead body, unable to resist the urge to sample him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the final stage bead of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat.

'' Redeemer sister, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my hands continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his reduce sacking and orb, all the while trying to stuff even more of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go disturbed as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to lift away from his face before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me paste to his rim, a finger trench in my ass. I could only swallow five or six inches of dada but my two helping hand continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first twitching of his cock.

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

We finally fell apart and lay for minutes side by side of meat, the secretiveness of the night broken only by our rasping breathing.

'' I did n't have a go at it, Jesus Christ, '' I finally gasped, `` Is it always like that papa ? ``

'' 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 approve Daddy, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

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

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the next morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thoughts of the Louvre and the Anglesea Island Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the side by side twenty-four hour was for a quick shower, to freshen up us before another bout of lovemaking. papa had totally accepted what we had become, any misgiving he may sustain had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the louvre two daylight later. And in the days that followed we visited Versailles, the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel Tower, Notre dame ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a gravy holder trip down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the night I remember now, the Night I lay entwined with Daddy, my leg locked around his back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping lance, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got married ten days later, married in a minor Christian church by a grinning, cherubic priest in a footling village in the south of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal ceremonial ; perhaps to the highest degree citizenry would cry it a sham, but for pappa and me it was the most wonderful day of our lives.

THE PRESENT - 2006

As I look at those icon today I see an innocent girl walking from the Christian church, looking almost demure in my simple white dress, the lace veil hiding my eyes as I look up into daddy 's smiling face. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the movie can see the joy, the love between the honeymooner, the sexual promise.

The rest of that wonderful summer is etched forever in my memory ; Barcelona and Sevilla in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the Coliseum, the warm Ethel Waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the blue devil Mosque in Istanbul ... it was perfect, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small, romanticistic moments with Daddy that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making beloved on a desert beach Dixie of Rome, walking hand in mitt through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems impossible. God, its twelve years already since that magic summertime. I 'm a Doctor now. Daddy and I spent seven years in capital of Massachusetts while I struggled to keep back up with my schoolmate ; without my husband who 'd been through med schoolhouse, who knew all the tricks, who was always ready to tutor me it would have been impossible.

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

We live now in the south, in a sensitive sized town located on the ocean, a town of sand beaches and palm trees, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my hubby and I can take hold of the missy and we can be in our boat and on the water in twenty minutes. We 're felicitous ! 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. dad 's almost fifty now, but seems to get younger each twelvemonth, the boy in him never far from the airfoil, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my dreams, my solitary love.

'' Yes daddy, '' I whisper as I move towards his afford arm, towards his smiling face, his hungry consistency ...

THE END