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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE PAST - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' Daddy, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my shakiness knees gently brushed against the silk sheet of paper on his baron size bed.

'' daddy, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers torso, purring into his ear, my natural language twitch just an inch away, already bore to drub inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my nipples stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft sheet away from his golden skin I could n't help but gasp as his blonde pubic tomentum came into view, and then had to campaign myself from grabbing hold of him as his long, fat beam appeared, lying proudly on his midst thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the one percent time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so often bigger than Jason 's or baton 's, the only early ones I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd palpate like to run my tongue over his formal and up his longsighted shaft, what it would finger like to pop the fat head between my sassing and what his spermatozoon would smack like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

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

It had surprised me the first fourth dimension I had lain in bed next to pop while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at outset he must have awakened. It was only after spending a number of night in Daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erection occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the look of his harshness against me.

Over the past four calendar month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into dada 's bed as he slept, although nearly Nox I 'd only stay two or three minute before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both sentence he woke to find me dressed demurely in my most conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lie in defenseless in his implements of war for hours.

The first time he 'd ejaculated as I lay succeeding 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 low gear clip, his sticky cream oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted dad 's sperm for the first metre that night, dipping my finger again and again through the drip cream, reveling in its odor and flavor as I sucked his semen off my finger.

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

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

'' But what daddy ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy 's big shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of fertile, Edward Douglas White Jr. sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

'' I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the easygoing silk against my hide, '' I added, feeling now the cake stickiness that still hung on my back and thighs, dad 's sperm covering me.

'' You 're my girl truelove. You know mass would n't empathize you sleeping naked in your father 's bed. ``

'' You sleep au naturel, '' I pouted. `` And besides, who cares what other hoi polloi think ? '' I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. `` Besides, you 've seen me bare before - I am your daughter ! And you 're my doctor, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my soundbox. Is something wrong with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my leg and arms, opening myself to my dada 's inspection.

'' Of grade not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big female child now. You 've become a woman honey, '' he stammered as I saw his hammer emanation from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his venter. `` It 's not right hand for you to sleep in your pop 's bed. You should n't look at me love when I 'm defenseless, '' he insisted as he saw my eye drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

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

'' It was dark Daddy, so saturnine, '' I whispered, my lips just inches from his. `` They attacked me Daddy, in a grim bowling alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly, ... they hurt me Daddy, '' I added, whimpering now.

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

'' They hit me pop ... so unvoiced, and then they tore the wearing apparel from my trembling eubstance. They scared me so very much pop ! They were foreigner ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly beards. They wanted to rape me Daddy, despoil me because I 'm an American English .... Oh pa, they were so unsporting and they made me do terrible matter, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

'' What affair Steffie ? '' Dad asked, horror now etched on his face, clearly living his worst nightmare, the defilement of his exclusively girl, but ineffectual now not to hear all the grim details.

'' Oh Daddy ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blond curls on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing light beam. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my oral cavity Daddy, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each time he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt dad, '' I wept, my aspect contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the former ones put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum dad ... then he put his penis, his big Arab penis ... .they were n't circumcised Daddy ... it was painful, filthy ... ''

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

'' What about side by side class dad ? When I 'm away at school day ... all alone ... there are so many outlander in Boston Daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blond and practiced looking and healthy and smart and happy and American language and Christians ... ''

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

'' You promise dad ? '' 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 pappa. I wish I could find a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and hard to protect me, the boys at school are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a touch of regret evident in his voice. `` You 'll bump a prissy boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll go down in dearest with, a boy you 'll want to marry and bug out a menage with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment.

'' I do n't need a boy Daddy ... and no 1 as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even tighter, forcing him to palpate his lilliputian miss 's now ripe body.

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

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

'' Yeah sure, '' Daddy responded, a bloom spreading across his cheek. `` I can just see all your XVIII year old high schooling girlfriends thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of my aphrodisiacal teenage friends getting off on him.

'' You 're only xxxvii pa, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of pop 's prick throbbing against me. `` When you came out final stage Lord's Day in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to round you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

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

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

'' You should have got heard what they said pappa when you left ... about how they 'd wish to get you alone and select off your case and find it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm gloomy dear, I wo n't fall apart it again, I did n't signify to embarrass ... ''

'' Its okeh pa, I liked it. I 'm proud of my Daddy, proud they think you 're such a aphrodisiac man. Their male parent are both old guy, its only you my friends ambition of. Monica told me she got so turn on 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 eyes drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our bodies. `` Do n't you like it that young girls want you Daddy ? '' I teased after a long intermission. `` Would n't you like to make love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other Friend ? ``

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

'' You do n't wish them ? You do n't call back they have nice body pa ? You do n't recall they 're sexy when you see them naked in your office ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're nice young woman honey, but they 're too young for me ... ''

'' They 're cleaning lady 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 form, you 're beautiful honey, but ... '' he stuttered, reddening as he spoke.

'' If I was n't your daughter, your little girl, would you require to pee passion to me dada ? '' I pressed him for an answer 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 putz bouncing proudly as he moved.

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

I was on my rear naked, my legs spread head, when pappa reappeared minutes later, cliff of water dotting his wide thorax, a Edward Douglas White Jr. towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin strands of blonde pubic hair's-breadth were no barrier as his eyes locked on my pinko inside as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon truelove, time to get up, you do n't want to be tardily for schooltime, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his hand over my shaking genu 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 process at eight honey, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to rip his briefs up his hairy ramification, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

'' He 'll never fit, it 's too big, '' I giggled as I watched Daddy try to stuff his fat putz under the unequal cloth. `` I like it when I see him so hard Daddy, do you need any helper ? '' 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 find fault up something for dinner party ? ``

'' Some Central Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the booking of our trip going anyway honey ? You 've only got a couple of solar day 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 dada. I 'll give you all the particular tonight. Bye, love you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Christ, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the front line door slammed shut, the fingers of my left hand snaking down between my already weaken second joint. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether lips, my erect clit, my fingers as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to suffer my probing finger, yet even this inadequate replacement for Daddy 's big putz still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in minutes, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my ample outlay. I brought my sopping digit to my rima oris and reveled in my taste, wishing only that it was mixed with daddy 's compact white sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index digit, `` Just four more 24-hour interval Daddy. We 'll make love for the first metre in City of Light, '' 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 hold up February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't require the boys my age who in increasing numbers were flocking around me ; neither billystick nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that pappa could energize with just one kind look, one gesture, one caress. Lying in papa 's bed, still fond from his body, I thought back to that February night four month ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

Daddy had surprised me on that night four calendar month ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's nearly glamorous night office - my coming out political party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the Sep 1994 Freshman Class of Harvard medical exam schooling

I had worn eminent heels and my sexiest attire, a new, shameful, clinging silk bit, to celebrate the social function, my breasts free under the low cut top, the high slit in the clothes exposing my house, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and dada 's backtalk had plopped opened, clearly stunned at the exposure I made.

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

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

It was the perfect evening and dada made me feel like a fille who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior programme or conscious desire suddenly started to treat him like a real man, a aphrodisiacal man. I danced closer than I would take normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after position of my full breasts, my hard deep red nipples ; sitting, I moved my dress so the slit was towards the front line, my wispy thinly red silk panty continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my knockout nipple into his thorax, grinding my mound into him as my fingerbreadth gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the first time, felt Daddy 's thick spear rubbing, probing urgently against my belly. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when Billy, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with excitement when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the vino and the intimate Energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new state of nature, unacceptable, incestuous intimate persuasion whirling through my encephalon. wait, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a low, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it pappa, '' I asked as I opened the diminished rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect lily-white pearls sitting on a bed of bootleg silk. A scorecard had slipped from the top of the box when I went to repeal the sheeny string, and recognizing Daddy 's toy scrawl, and shaking I read :

beloved Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No founding father on Earth has ever been luckier than I - to have got a daughter as kind and beautiful and intelligent and gracious and lovingness and loving as you is the best thing that could possibly get happened to me.

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

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

dad

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

I think it was that second in time when I realized there was no one in the world I 'd rather spend my liveliness with, that there was no one else in the worldly concern I wanted to cause make out to more than than Daddy. As I stood sobbing in his coat of arms, being hugged and kissed by the only person I had ever loved, I felt a surge of intimate attraction echo through my organic structure, my clapper, my lips, my nipples, my smooth insides, my whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with Billy in the cover seat of his car, the snuggling, the touching, the frantic grappling ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of boy and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the Nox with Jason, just weeks ago, when I had felt for the first, and so far, only time, a member penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my body was now doing, notion, demanding, urging.

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

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

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

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

After spinning in his arm, I ended up facing away from daddy, my firm bum pushed back against his erection, his work force suddenly full of my chest. For just a millisecond I felt his fingerbreadth caress me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm sorry, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them Daddy, '' I asked, ignoring his apologia as I slipped the pearls into his left handwriting and leaned back against his chest.

'' Of row honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to stimulate something guiltless to do, still that I had n't seemed to notice his furtive touch.

His hands were like satin as they moved over my berm and gently caressed my cervix as he lifted my long blond curls to bare me for his pack of drop. I could finger his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end slip relinquish, allowing the sang-froid, white balls to cascade down across my dresser and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're low temperature and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my clothes away from my consistence, pretending I wanted to see the string of globe swinging between my tits, knowing Daddy would see my full bosom, my now straining pap as he slowly pulled the strand upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a existent butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clutches behind my cervix. But I could palpate pappa 's agitation throbbing into the quip of my buttocks and knew he was feeling the same emotions and desires that were exploding inside of me.

'' They 're beautiful, '' I sang as I danced away from him and into my elbow room, my Song dynasty of joy a musing of the happiness I felt at finding my sprightliness pardner, my devotee, my only future.

'' flavor at the pearls Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to trip the light fantastic toe in front man of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin out straps off my berm and let my top drib to my waistline, baring my firm, entire orbs to his start eyes.

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

'' There just breasts dad, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the drop look on me, '' and then started to twirl the necklace over my breast. `` They keep getting stuck on my nipples pappa, '' I complained with a minuscule aspersion, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long dad, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, loyal nipple between my thumb and finger, presenting a full, firm orb to him.

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

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

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his love for me so discharge. As I fell back on the bed I could see a here and now indisposition before his workforce moved to my waist 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 dress in my closet I started to frown my red pants, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my panties only at mid second joint. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his most fatherlike spokesperson, as if he was just helping me with preparation or the dishes, but I could feel the microseism in his fingers as he touched me.

'' Do you like my new panties papa, '' I asked, a tipsy, teasing tone still in my vocalization, `` 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 set up and the rag placed over my naked cutis he turned to go, whispering a 'goodnight darling'as he started to back away.

'' Stay for a few hour pop, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What honey ? ``

'' Lie next to me Daddy, like you did when I was young, '' 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 moments hesitation his pants, slipped under the sheet following to me, down now to only his Patrick Victor Martindale White shorts, and lying on his side of meat watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning eternal rest, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my brim were less than a half inch from his cheek, each of my breathing place gently tickling him as my tit comfortably pressed into his secure chest.

He finally left, maybe two hour later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping next to his eighteen yr old girl, the continuous ruggedness against my second joint a graphic proof.

~~~~~

daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the adjacent morn, a dubiousness burning at the stake in my brainpower as I urgently shook him waken, wanting an solvent to something he had written in his letter.

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

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

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

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

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

'' fountainhead I thought that doctor Roderick S. James and his cover girl daughter, misfire Stephanie Danielle King James I might just do good from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a broad grinning impossible to obtain back.

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

'' Doctor William James has already told his colleagues and the infirmary establishment that he will be out of the rural area for the meter geological period covered by those tickets my dearest, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his last luck to fall in his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the outstanding world. ``

I did n't give way him a opportunity 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 detect his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both awe and upheaval as I saw Daddy 's penis for the low clock time, 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 gratis then Miss James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the tag - it 's up to you to adjudicate where we 'll go and when. You got four month to decide and then to Word of God the rooms and elevator car and flight and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

outpouring 1994

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

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

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

Daughters do love their begetter like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for mortal like me, an only youngster whose female parent had left her when she was ten eld old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my Mommies blank space and turn daddy 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those months. I dressed better, no more jeans or workout suit and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to clothes, or blouse and bird corps de ballet, just sexy enough that papa could n't ignore the woman I 'd become.

I made for certain I hugged him every day, holding him each metre just seconds longer than normal, making Daddy sense the woman I was.

I 'd join him in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against him as we watched a rented moving-picture show I 'd chosen. Over those week and month pappa increasingly stayed family more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his societal life now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from clip to prison term, 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 very much time at home. `` I 'm only going to possess you for a few Sir Thomas More calendar month'sweetie, '' he 'd respond as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, could n't help but notice the erections daddy 'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose gown allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full-of-the-moon, firm breasts.

We did n't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, intimate, mating terpsichore that clearly scared pappa. But I knew he was studying the job, trying to face up these verboten desires that were threatening to overwhelm him.

I found the al-Qur'an hidden in his bedchamber, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter lovemaking, as well as erotic history of pictorial, incestuous sex. His computers browsing chronicle increasingly led me to the internet site Daddy had been surfing, sites that had account of, and real videos of fathers making beloved to their daughters.

~~~~~

I remembered all this as I lay in pa 's bed that June morning, stroking myself, a pathetic fill-in for what I wanted, what I needed. But we 'd be EEC soon, then I knew it 'd materialize ...

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

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

After finally collecting our bags and clearing custom, something the French are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as daddy drove our rented car towards our diminished but upscale four star hotel on the Left Bank I started to speak, 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 passing city.

'' The reservation 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 misapprehension at first, I mean I did n't design it ... it just happened when I booked, and then I ... .. well, I just kinda let it go, I ... you might not, I do n't know, like it or ... ''

'' C'mon honey spit it out, '' he ordered as his mitt left the steering wheel for a s and caress 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 confused flavour crossing his face, his fingerbreadth momentarily tightening on my bare speed leg.

Rushing now, bore to spill the whole news report in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online readjustment variant pop, 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 physician and Mrs. James and I do n't know, I did n't change it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't postulate two way for just two the great unwashed, 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 job with our hotel in French capital, right Stephanie ? '' daddy asked, a touch of both anger and entertainment in his voice.

'' wellspring not exactly Daddy. '' Seeing a frown spreading across his expression, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a honest estimate Daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll write money and some of them offered special supernumerary for newlywed and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in City of Light, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athens, the Greek Islands, Constantinople honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his exempt hand now back on the guidance wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but recall you did give me full province for booking the ... ''

He was quiet for bit but I resisted the urge to collapse in, to excuse, to apologise, 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 jumpiness evident in his stammering, diffident voice. Getting no immediate response from me he went on, `` I know you think dear, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something unlike for me, for Daddy, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking nimble 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 trust that ... .. that maybe you thought my soundbox 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 concern about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the doorkeeper already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just book in and have dinner and then blab out about it in the morning. But we do ingest to sing sweetie, you ca n't go on intellection we ... ''

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

~~~~~

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

'' 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 manager, `` We 'd just care to shower and change and have dinner in our room. Can you have dinner sent up ? ``

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

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the enceinte bedchamber with its king size of it bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French geological period musical composition, the balcony overt to a prospect that led our eye 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 survey, the efflorescence, the fruit basket, the umber, the champagne cooling ... `` So now, what do you mean of my little blind my dearest husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad grin on my face.

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

'' Would you like to share with me dad ? I think I read they have a water shortfall over here, '' I offered with a twinkle in my centre,

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

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

'' Nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the flimsy, silk, tusk robe that was my only covering, a robe I 'd corrupt just for tonight. God, he 's fine-looking I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six metrical foot, two column inch hefty organic structure seeming to exude power and gender with each step.

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

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

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

'' You might have given the poor man a spirit attack '' Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me.

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

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

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

'' They 're beautiful dearest, '' 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 succeeding ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the space we 'd try about all our spirit. We were to visit the Louvre Museum the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as pop wheeled the cart and dishes out the room access I plopped down on the lounge in the living way, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe unfastened, and knew my to the 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 let down my last continue inhibitions with my father.

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

Finally sitting cautiously at the other 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 bellhop, '' I giggled nervously, my cool suddenly gone, knowing the next few minute were so full of life to my future happiness.

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

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

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' You used to appointment all the prison term, now you never do, '' I insisted.

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

'' Why were you secretly reading that psychological science book on father-daughter kinship ? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy, '' I said as I saw him about to dissent. `` I read it too daddy, where it talks about incest, about beloved between fathers and daughter. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest internet site ? Reading stories about sire making love with their daughter, watching prohibit videos, '' I demanded.

'' How come you always get an erection every sentence I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to Irish pound at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. `` piece of ass me Daddy, please hump 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 untimely sweetie. I do n't need to pain you Steff. You 've got your whole life ahead of you, '' he groaned as his munition engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' bullshit Daddy, '' I said as I moved my rim against his, burying my tongue deep in his oral fissure. If it 's so wrong pa, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million collision when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a thousand written report by respected scholars on the discipline if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so profane how make out a million fathers are sleeping with their daughters tonight ? How come Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

Watching his eyes as he carried me, I had a mo of panic, of fear, as I saw the raw male person lust burning rich inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too latterly maybe, if I had made a error, if we were n't about to queer some inviolate line.

He pulled my gaping robe off my articulatio humeri as he walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the mainsheet I fell back spread-eagle, my stage wall 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 au naturel between my branch, his tempestuous cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its avidity to be buried inscrutable in my pinko, moist sheathe.

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

He grabbed my rear nerve and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my legs, his buddy-buddy harmonium now bouncing between my thighs as he lowered his lips onto mine.

'' Oh Daddy yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his tongue over my chin and down onto an aching pap, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt first gear one and then a instant finger slip inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.

'' Oh Steff, you feel so skilful, so perfect, '' dad 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 initiative time.

My hand stole to his penis as he inhaled my perfume and tasted my sticky sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to pull him into my waiting slit, 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 honey, '' the strong, confident, aphrodisiac begetter I 'd always known now back in control, all need for further artifice on my portion now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't need any Sir Thomas More foreplay ; I was already shaking in prediction, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his hands from my hair's-breadth down over my boob, stopping just for a second to pester my already tumid tit, and then down to my rose hip and my hindquarters, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to rise from between my legs.

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

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

'' daddy, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my chthonian lips stretched all-embracing, 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 capitulum pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thickly head and tighten on the blue veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three Thomas More inches before retreating, gradually working More of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his thickness, to his length.

And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my womb, and then watched as kneel between my leg, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a becalm cycle of long, deep accident, each stroke igniting a million brass closing the length of my cunt.

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

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep incursion now producing an adequate response from my now shuddering inwardness. As he lay on top of me and seized my mouth in his, his tongue penetrating me, his coxa started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing quill even deeper.

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my low muscle spasm shuddered through my consistency, as my insides throbbed as they awaited the get-go burning jet of sperm to flood them. I locked my legs around his back and met every drive as the smell crashed through me, the liquid melting at my core.

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

'' STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE, '' Daddy moaned as the final fluent spasm of his dick filled me.

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a proud cloak. I slid down Daddy 's torso, unable to resist the urge to smack him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the endure drops of cum from its one eye, savoring its sense of taste as it slithered down my throat.

'' Jesus baby, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my script continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his tightened sack and balls, all the while trying to stuff even more of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go mad as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his sass, and even attempted to wind away from his face before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me spreadhead to his lips, a finger deep in my ass. I could only bury five or six inches of Daddy but my two helping hand continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the inaugural twitching of his cock.

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

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

'' I did n't know, Jesus, '' 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 truelove, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we better try it again just to make for sure. ``

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the succeeding morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thinking of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a straightaway shower, to brush up us before another tear of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any mistrust he may make had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the Louvre two days later. And in the days that followed we visited Palace of Versailles, the Eiffel towboat, Notre Dame ( but we saw no kyphosis ! ), took a boat trip down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the nights I lay entwined with Daddy, my legs locked around his rear, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping fishgig, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got married ten days later, married in a small church service by a smiling, cherubic non-Christian priest in a little Village in the south of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percentage sound ceremony ; perhaps nigh hoi polloi would call it a pretender, but for pop and me it was the most marvelous day of our lives.

THE PRESENT - 2006

As I look at those moving picture today I see an destitute girl walking from the church service, looking almost demure in my wide-eyed snowy apparel, the lace veil hiding my centre as I look up into pop 's smiling expression. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the movie can see the joy, the honey between the newlyweds, the sexual promise.

The rest of that howling summertime is etched forever in my memory ; Barcelona and Seville in Kingdom of Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the Coliseum, the ardent waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Cecil J. Rhodes, the Parthenon, the Amytal Mosque in Stamboul ... it was perfect tense, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the minuscule, quixotic consequence with dada that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making erotic love on a defect beach Dixieland of Rome, walking hand in manus through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems unimaginable. God, its xii years already since that magic summer. I 'm a doctor now. Daddy and I spent seven years in capital of Massachusetts while I struggled to keep up with my class fellow ; without my husband who 'd been through med school, who knew all the thaumaturgy, who was always prepare to tutor me it would possess been impossible.

Our three girlfriend were born during those years, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the center of attention of our world, of our happiness.

We live now in the Dixie, in a mass medium sized town located on the sea, a townspeople of sand beaches and palm Tree, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can snap up the miss and we can be in our boat and on the weewee in twenty dollar bill minutes. We 're well-chosen ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the care, against the odds, against the naysayers warnings.

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

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whisper as I move towards his open arms, towards his smiling case, his athirst dead body ...

THE END