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'' pappa ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE past - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

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

'' dada, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my founder body, purring into his ear, my lingua 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 nipples stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft sheet away from his halcyon skin I could n't help but heave as his blond pubic hairs came into panorama, and then had to fight myself from grabbing clutch of him as his long, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the hundredth clock time, my regard locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger than Jason 's or Billy 's, the only other ones I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd find like to run my tongue over his balls and up his longsighted prick, what it would feel like to pop the fat head between my lips and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he would n't inflame unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to waken once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Doctor, please make your little girl experience better, '' I pled silently to his torpid contour as I slipped under the canvas and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the get-go time I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at kickoff he must suffer awakened. It was only after spending a numeral of nights in Daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and plump as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the feeling of his hardness against me.

Over the past four month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although most Nox I 'd only last out two or three time of day before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til sunrise but both fourth dimension he woke to find me dressed demurely in my most conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my square excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lie in naked in his arms for hours.

The get-go sentence he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, surely that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thigh. I fled that foremost sentence, his sticky pick oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been unable to halt giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's sperm for the first of all time that dark, dipping my finger again and again through the drip emollient, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his germ off my finger.

Since that number 1 night I 'd often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to fight myself from straddling pa and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a picayune while longer, that we 'd be in European Economic Community soon, knew that for ten week we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

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

~~~~~

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

'' Oh dada, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my breast, my crimson tipped mamilla immediately jumping erect. `` I had a nightmare Daddy, a unspeakable nightmare, '' I said in a short girl 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my tit light touch against his chest.

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

'' But what Daddy ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt dada 's big shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, T. H. White sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

'' I always sleep nude now dad, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the piano silk against my skin, '' I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my back and thighs, Daddy 's spermatozoon coating me.

'' You 're my girl sweetie. You know masses would n't understand you sleeping naked in your sire 's bed. ``

'' You sleep raw, '' I pouted. `` And besides, who cares what other people think ? '' I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. `` Besides, you 've seen me au naturel before - I am your daughter ! And you 're my doctor, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my body. Is something wrongly with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my legs and weaponry, opening myself to my dad 's inspection.

'' Of course not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big miss now. You 've become a woman dearest, '' he stammered as I saw his prick climb from its resting space, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his abdomen. `` It 's not mightily for you to sleep in your Daddy 's bed. You should n't reckon 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 Daddy ? I was so affright, '' I moaned fearfully.

Daddy could n't arrest himself from pulling me into his warm up blazonry, could n't stop himself from asking, `` What was your bad aspiration about baby ? ``

'' It was dark dada, so dark, '' I whispered, my lips just inches from his. `` They attacked me Daddy, in a non-white bowling alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly, ... they hurt me dad, '' 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 apparel from my trembling body. They scared me so much Daddy ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with foresighted smelly beards. They wanted to dishonor me dad, despoil me because I 'm an American .... Oh dad, they were so dirty and they made me do terrible things, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

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

'' Oh daddy ! It was so dire, '' I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blonde curls on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing dick. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth Daddy, he made me eat up him. Oh God, I gagged pappa, each time he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt papa, '' I wept, my cheek contorted into a face of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other 1 put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum pop ... then he put his penis, his big Arabian phallus ... .they were n't circumcised dad ... it was awful, filthy ... ''

'' Its okay sweetie, please arrest, its okeh do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome pop insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his warm arm. `` pa will never let you be hurt by anyone honey, '' he promised, even as his rock hard penis tried to tunnel into my stomach.

'' What about next year dada ? When I 'm away at school day ... all alone ... there are so many outsider in Hub of the Universe Daddy. They hate us pappa. They hate us because we 're blond and good looking and salubrious and smart and happy and Americans and Christians ... ''

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

'' You promise Daddy ? '' I demanded as my backtalk 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 Thomas More men like you Daddy. I wish I could find a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the boys at schooltime are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my soundbox trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a touch of sorrow evident in his spokesperson. `` You 'll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll lessen in passion with, a boy you 'll need to get married and originate a kinsfolk with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment.

'' I do n't want a boy pop ... and no ones as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even tighter, forcing him to feel his little girl 's now ripe body.

'' God dear, I 'm an old man, way too old and faint for a beautiful young female child like you, '' he protested, but made no attempt to propel away, in fact seemed to push his toilsome prick even harder into me.

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

'' Yeah sure, '' dad responded, a flush spreading across his nerve. `` I can just see all your eighteen year old richly school girlfriends thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thinking of my sexy teenage friends getting off on him.

'' You 're only thirty-seven daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feeling of Daddy 's prick throb against me. `` When you came out concluding Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to attack you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

'' Your thing papa .... Your penis, it stretched your cause so much Daddy. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

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

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

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

'' Its O.K. daddy, I liked it. I 'm proud of my pa, proud they think you 're such a sexy man. Their Father are both old guys, its only you my friends dream of. Monica told me she got so excited when she had her medical exam, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

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

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

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't guess they have decent bodies Daddy ? You do n't guess they 're sexy when you see them naked in your berth ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're nice girls honey, but they 're too Cy 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 grade, you 're beautiful dear, but ... '' he stuttered, reddening as he spoke.

'' If I was n't your daughter, your little girl, would you require to lay down dear to me pa ? '' I pressed him for an answer even as my fingers moved onto and around his hardness.

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

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

I was on my dorsum naked, my legs cattle farm, when Daddy reappeared minute later, free fall of water dotting his broad chest of drawers, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin chain of blond pubic hair were no barrier as his eyes locked on my pink interior as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetheart, time to get up, you do n't need to be recent for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his hand over my shaking knee and up and down my inner thigh.

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

'' I have an operation at eight honey, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to tear 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 pop try to stuff his fat putz under the inadequate stuff. `` I like it when I see him so hard Daddy, do you need any help ? '' I continued as pappa blushed and turned away from my eager eyes.

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

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the booking of our trip going anyway honey ? You 've only got a span of Clarence 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 Daddy. I 'll break you all the details tonight. Bye, love you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the battlefront room access slammed shut, the fingers of my bequeath hand snaking down between my already dull thigh. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my congested nether lips, my raise clitoris, my fingerbreadth as they slowly cattle farm my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to forgather my probing fingerbreadth, yet even this inadequate replacement for daddy 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in min, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my copious disbursal. I brought my sopping digit to my mouth and reveled in my taste, wishing only that it was mixed with Daddy 's slurred white sauce.

'' French capital, '' I mumbled as I sucked my indicant fingerbreadth, `` Just four more days pa. We 'll score love for the first time in Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into pa '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 lastly Feb, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the boys my age who in increasing Book of Numbers were flocking around me ; neither Billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the cacoethes that Daddy could stir with just one kind smell, one gesture, one caress. Lying in papa '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

pa had surprised me on that night four months ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous night spots - my coming out political party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that hebdomad into the September 1994 freshman family of Harvard Medical School

I had worn high gear bounder and my sexiest clothes, a new, black, clinging silk number, to lionize the occasion, my chest unblock under the low cut top, the high cunt in the dress exposing my business firm, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and dada 's oral fissure had plopped unfold, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how good it felt to have my Daddy so obviously emotional 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 comments my booster were always making about Daddy, about how they 'd do it to be alone with him.

It was the perfect eve and Daddy made me feel like a girl who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no anterior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to handle him like a real man, a aphrodisiacal man. I danced closer than I would experience normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after sentiment of my full breasts, my punishing cherry-red nipples ; sitting, I moved my frock so the slit was towards the front, my wispy flimsy red silk panties continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my voiceless nipples into his chest, grinding my mound into him as my fingerbreadth gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the kickoff prison term, felt papa 's thick spear friction, probing urgently against my tum. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when nightstick, 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 wine and the sexual energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new wild, inconceivable, incestuous intimate thought whirling through my brain. Waiting, wondering what adjacent, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it pop, '' I asked as I opened the diminished rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of utter egg white drop sitting on a bed of bleak silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to come up the shiny strand, and recognizing pa 's miniature scrawl, and shaking I read :

love Stephanie

I 'm so lofty of you Steff ! No father on land has ever been luckier than I - to have a girl as kind and beautiful and intelligent and decent and lovingness and loving as you is the best thing that could possibly have happened to me.

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

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that moment in time when I realized there was no one in the Earth I 'd rather spend my aliveness with, that there was no one else in the creation I wanted to throw love to More than pop. As I stood sobbing in his weapons system, being hugged and kissed by the only person I had ever loved, I felt a surge of sexual draw echo through my soundbox, my tongue, my mouth, my teat, my swimming inside, my totally body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with baton in the back seat of his car, the kissing, the touch, the frantic grappling ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of boys and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the night with Jason, just weeks ago, when I had felt for the showtime, and so far, only time, a penis penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my body was now doing, tactile sensation, demanding, urging.

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

'' Oh dad, your words, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the just man I 'll ever lie with, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to acknowledge 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 palpate a shiver of excitement shudder through his body as our natural language met and explored and could n't help but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

'' steady ! '' pappa gasped as he pulled back from me, mix-up and desire dueling on his face.

After spinning in his blazonry, I ended up facing away from dad, my firm bum pushed back against his hard-on, his hands suddenly fully of my breast. For just a millisecond I felt his fingers caress me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, `` Oh the Nazarene Steff, I 'm dismal, I didn't.. ''

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

'' Of class honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to have something devoid to do, salve that I had n't seemed to remark his stealthy touch.

His hands were like satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my yearn blonde scroll to bare me for his ringing of pearls. I could feel his breather on my ear as he slowly opened the grasp but then let one end berth free, allowing the aplomb, blanched globe to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh pop, they 're cold and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my dress away from my torso, pretending I wanted to see the string of balls swinging between my mamilla, knowing Daddy would see my full breasts, my now straining tit as he slowly pulled the strand upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a material butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck. But I could experience 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 song of joy a reflection of the happiness I felt at finding my life partner, my lover, my only if future.

'' Look at the ivory pop, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in social movement of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti dilute straps off my shoulders and let my top free fall to my shank, baring my firm, entire ball to his galvanise eyes.

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

'' There just chest Daddy, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the ivory look on me, '' and then started to swirl the necklace over my chest of drawers. `` They keep getting stuck on my nipples daddy, '' I complained with a minuscule slur, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, firm nipple between my thumb and finger, presenting a full, tauten orb to him.

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

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

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his beloved for me so clear. As I fell back on the bed I could see a minute falter before his hands moved to my waistline and pulled my dress over my hips and down my legs, leaving me raw except for my ivory and silk panties.

As he hung my dress in my closet I started to lower my red pant, struggling so that when he turned back my wooden leg were in the air and my scanty only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his most fatherly vocalization, as if he was just helping me with preparation or the saucer, but I could finger the tremor in his fingers as he touched me.

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

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

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

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

'' What honey ? ``

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

'' Sure dear, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a moments hesitation his gasp, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his white boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were less than a half inch from his cheek, each of my breath gently tickling him as my breast comfortably pressed into his inviolable chest.

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

~~~~~

pa was still sleeping when I entered his way the next cockcrow, a question burning in my brain as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter.

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

'' What did you mean about City of Light and bone in your letter cobbler's last nighttime daddy ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

'' Well, do you hap 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 following to his bed.

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

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

'' fountainhead I thought that doctor Roderick S. Saint James and his pin-up daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle King James might just do good from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a wide grinning inconceivable to arrest back.

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

'' Doctor St. James the Apostle has already told his colleagues and the hospital administration that he will be out of the country for the meter period covered by those tag my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and felicity. `` He feels that this might be his cobbler's last chance to make his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the greater world. ``

I did n't give him a chance to say another word as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in osculation. But I could n't facilitate but observe his bareness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fear and hullabaloo as I saw dada 's penis for the first meter, 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 disembarrass then missy Saint James the Apostle ? ``

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the ticket - it 's up to you to make up one's mind where we 'll go and when. You got four month to decide and then to book the rooms and cars and flights and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

And that 's how pappa had left it and me those four months ago and ever since all I 'd thought about was daddy 's big member and how I was going to win over him to let me make it for the rest of our life sentence !

SPRING 1994

In the month that followed, through March and April and May, our family relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night. We were suddenly in new strange territory ; now longer was it just the innocent loving father-daughter family 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 devotee, as my husband. Oh, I knew about society 's rejection of this forbidden sexual love, of society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my idea had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him ; high society 's tabu against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my body was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.

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

Daughters do hump their fathers like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for mortal like me, an lonesome minor whose mother had left her when she was ten days old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to have my Mommies piazza and become Daddy 's girl.

I set out to make him over those calendar month. I dressed better, no more denim or sweats and snitcher at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and skirt supporting players, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't ignore the woman I 'd become.

I made certain I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than formula, making dada finger the cleaning lady 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 movie I 'd chosen. Over those weeks and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner party, his societal sprightliness now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from meter to fourth dimension, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girl, how semen he was spending so very much time at place. `` I 'm only going to accept you for a few more month'truelove, '' he 'd reply as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitation, the growing intimate desire he felt for me, could n't help but notice the erections Daddy 'd mature as I wriggled against him, my liberate gown allowing his roving middle easy memory access to my full, firm breasts.

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

I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter erotic love, as well as erotic accounts of computer graphic, incestuous sex. His estimator browsing story increasingly led me to the sites daddy had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual picture of fathers making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

Our flight of stairs left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles De Gaulle airdrome in Paris at seven pm Daniel Chester French time.

After finally collecting our travelling bag and clearing customs, something the Gallic are overlord at making difficult, we finally got out of the airdrome around nine-thirty, and as pa drove our let car towards our small but upscale four wiz hotel on the left field Bank I started to lecture, 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 pappa, it 's .... I mean to say it 's ... '' I stammered.

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

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a misunderstanding at number 1, I mean I did n't plan it ... it just happened when I booked, and then I ... .. well, I just kinda let it go, I ... you might not, I do n't know, like it or ... ''

'' C'mon honey spit it out, '' he ordered as his hand left the direction wheel for a second and fondle my thigh.

'' Well, '' I started again, my font now scrunched up in a skinny grimace, `` The hotel might be expecting a splice twosome pop, a couple on their honeymoon. ``

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

Rushing now, eager to disgorge the whole story in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online adjustment chassis Daddy, I must have filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one elbow room and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs. James and I do n't cognise, I did n't switch it ... you know it was sorta comic, and then I thought we really did n't need two rooms for just two people, I mean we 'd pull through money this way and ... ''

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

'' fountainhead that 's sorta complicated pop, '' I mumbled.

'' This is just a problem with our hotel in capital of France, right Stephanie ? '' dad asked, a ghost of both anger and amusement in his voice.

'' wellspring not exactly Daddy. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his expression, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a good estimation Daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll save money and some of them offered particular extras for newlyweds and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athens, the Greek Islands, Istanbul love ? '' he asked, the finger of his rid hand now back on the guidance wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but think of you did founder me full responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was silence for minutes but I resisted the urge to damp in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, to let him settle, react.

'' We have n't talked about .... I mean, you know, about what 's happened between us, ... '' he finally started, his nervousness evident in his stammering, incertain voice. Getting no immediate response from me he went on, `` I know you think honey, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for Daddy, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking quick glance 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 think that ... .. that maybe you thought my torso reaction to you mean something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh squat, we 're here, '' he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the movement fronting the hotel. `` Lets not vex about it for tonight dear, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just book in and have dinner and then talk about it in the morning. But we do have to talk sweetie, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

'' Yes Daddy, I 'm no-account about everything, '' I whispered, one tear sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame James IV, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. `` We gave you our expert suite .... No duplicate charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the registration plug-in, a all-inclusive smile on his face, `` 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 hackneyed monsieur, '' I said turning to the manager, `` We 'd just wish to lavish and change and have dinner in our room. Can you have dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his whole body signaling favourable reception as his optic hungrily roved over my vernal, good consistence, wishing it was he who was going to drop the night in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the large bedroom with its king size of it bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period pieces, the balcony open to a aspect that led our eyes to Notre madam and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to pappa, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the bloom, the yield basketball hoop, the chocolate, the champagne cooling system ... `` So now, what do you think of my little blind my dear married man ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad smile on my face.

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

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

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me pull my sweater over my headspring, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the door, and dropping my piddling, Black, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew dad was imagining every joggle of my daily round full phase of the moon tits.

~~~~~

'' What are you so happy about young lady ? '' Daddy asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and exhibitioner, his turgid body encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' nil, '' I giggled as I stood up, my knocker jiggling under the thin, silk, bone robe that was my just 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 in muscular trunk seeming to exude power and sexuality with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a prospect to react we heard the light tapping on the door and Daddy pivoted and moved to reply it, and then let in an fragile, older, uniformed bellman, pushing a dish laden cart.

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

It took him stumbling bit to drop the tray, to set the mesa, continually taking flying glances at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by pappa, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward.

'' You might experience given the poor man a heart onslaught '' Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me.

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

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

'' You said they were for Paris pappa, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between my white meat. `` Do you care them ? '' I asked.

'' They 're beautiful honey, '' he whispered, not even noticing the ivory 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 head trip, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the side by side ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the places we 'd heard about all our liveliness. We were to impose the louvre the future morning and eagerly discussed the gem we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as daddy wheeled the go-cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the sofa in the living elbow room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my gown spread out, and recognize my full bosom were shamelessly exposed, but did n't care, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to lower my lastly remaining inhibition with my father.

'' Sit with me papa, '' 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 early end of the sofa he watched me, his heart flicking from my breasts to my thighs before meeting mine.

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

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

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

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' You used to escort all the meter, now you never do, '' I insisted.

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

'' Why were you secretly reading that psychology Holy Scripture on father-daughter relationships ? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy, '' I said as I saw him about to resist. `` I read it too dad, where it talks about incest, about honey between father and girl. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest website ? Reading history about Father making love life with their daughters, watching forbidden videos, '' I demanded.

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

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

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

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

'' crap Daddy, '' I said as I moved my lips against his, burying my tongue oceanic abyss in his mouth. If it 's so wrong Daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How total there 's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on chawbacon, how come there 's been a thousand subject by respected student on the subject if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so corrupt how come a million fathers are sleeping with their girl tonight ? How come Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

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

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

Finally he stood naked between my legs, his tempestuous peter now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried cryptical in my pink, moist sheathe.

'' pa ! '' I pled, scared now, convinced now it 'd never fit, that it would break me. God, it 's look-alike the size of it of Jason 's I thought, and even he had hurt me the inaugural time.

He grabbed my nurture buttock and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my leg, his slurred harmonium now bouncing between my second joint as he lowered his rim onto mine.

'' Oh papa yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his knife over my chin and down onto an aching mamilla, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Savior, '' I screamed when I felt first one and then a second fingerbreadth moorage inside me, my rose hip arching upward in lust.

'' Oh Steff, you feel so honorable, so stark, '' pa groaned as he pumped his two finger in and out of me, finally bringing them to his mouth where he tasted his girl for the initiatory time.

My bridge player stole to his penis as he inhaled my aroma and tasted my glutinous sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to pull him into my waiting twat, already opened and awash with my juice, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

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

I did n't involve any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his hands from my tomentum down over my breasts, stopping just for a endorse to tease my already puffy nipples, and then down to my hips and my fag, I stared transfixed at the magnetic pole that seemed to originate from between my legs.

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

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

'' daddy, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my nether rim stretched wide-cut, 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 head pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thick head and tighten on the blue sky veined slam. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more inches before retreating, gradually working More of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his thickness, to his length.

And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my womb, and then watched as kneel between my legs, his hands lifting and separating my pegleg, he started a steady rhythm of long, trench strokes, each stroke igniting a million mettle endings the length of my cunt.

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

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an equal answer from my now shuddering inwardness. As he lay on top of me and seized my lips in his, his tongue penetrating me, his rose hip started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing shaft even deeper.

So this is what a real number man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my get-go spasm shuddered through my trunk, as my interior throbbed as they awaited the maiden burning jet of sperm cell to swamp them. I locked my branch around his back and met every jab as the feeling crashed through me, the liquid thaw at my core.

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

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

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard fishgig from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a proud cloak. I slid down daddy 's body, unable to fend the urge to taste him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the last fall of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat.

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

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

I thought I 'd go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to lift away from his fount before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me bed cover to his backtalk, a finger's breadth deep in my ass. I could only swallow five or six in of pop but my two hands continued to do work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first twitching of his cock.

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

We finally fell apart and lay for minutes side by slope, the muteness of the Nox broken only by our rasping breathing.

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

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

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

'' Pretty good sweetheart, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we expert try it again just to make for sure. ``

'' You mean you can do it agaaaain pappa ? '' I asked doubtfully, but even as I teased I grabbed his intemperately shaft and rolled on top of him. I sat astride him, riding his midst terminal, pretending I was in ascendancy, but knowing I 'd be his slave forever.

~~~~~

We awoke late the adjacent morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thought process of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four time of day was for a quick shower, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. dada had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the fin two twenty-four hour period later. And in the day that followed we visited Palace of Versailles, the Eiffel pillar, Notre dame ( but we saw no crookback ! ), took a gravy holder trip down the Seine River, 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 gig, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got matrimonial ten days later, married in a small church service by a smiling, cherubic non-Christian priest in a slight village in the southward of French Republic. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal observance ; perhaps most mass would call it a pseudo, but for dada and me it was the most marvellous day of our lives.

THE PRESENT - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an barren girl walking from the Christian church, looking almost demure in my simple white wearing apparel, the lace caul hiding my oculus as I look up into pappa 's smiling brass. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the pictures can see the joy, the love between the newlyweds, the intimate promise.

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

But it was the small, romantic moments with papa that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at ness Sounion, making love on a abandon beach Dixie of Rome, walking paw in hand through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems unsufferable. God, its twelve years already since that magical summer. I 'm a Doctor of the Church now. daddy and I spent seven years in Bean Town while I struggled to save up with my classmates ; without my married man who 'd been through med school, who knew all the trick, who was always ready to tutor me it would have been impossible.

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

We live now in the southward, in a medium sized township located on the ocean, a township of sand beaches and palm Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, a Town where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can grab the lady friend and we can be in our gravy boat and on the body of water in twenty dollar bill minutes. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the fright, against the odds, against the naysayers warnings.

'' Are you almost finished, '' I hear him call now. Daddy 's almost fifty now, but seems to get new each year, the boy in him never far from the airfoil, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my dreams, my but love.

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whisper as I move towards his open arms, towards his smiling aspect, his hungry body ...

THE END