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'' pop ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Church Father

THE yesteryear - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' pa, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit way, stopping only when my palpitation stifle gently brushed against the silk mainsheet on his king size bed.

'' Daddy, are you wake up ? '' I asked again as I leant over my Church Father eubstance, purring into his ear, my glossa twitching just an column inch away, already eager to work inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my pap stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft sheet away from his golden cutis I could n't help oneself but gasp as his blond pubic hairs came into view, and then had to campaign myself from grabbing hold of him as his foresightful, fat calamus appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my regard locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger than Jason 's or truncheon 's, the only other 1 I had ever seen. Licking my rim, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his balls and up his farsighted shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat heading between my mouth and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he would n't rouse unless I did something weirdo, that he was almost impossible to rouse once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh MD, delight make your niggling daughter experience better, '' I pled silently to his inert form as I slipped under the flat solid and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the first time I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at world-class he must ingest awakened. It was only after spending a number of nights in Daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erecting occurred, how again and again as the time of day passed his member would lengthen and fat as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the opinion of his hardness against me.

Over the by four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although near Night I 'd only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my kitty-cat tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both meter 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 defenseless in his arms for hours.

The first prison term he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and second joint. I fled that outset fourth dimension, his sticky cream oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been ineffectual to intercept giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted pappa 's spermatozoan for the 1st time that Nox, dipping my finger's breadth again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its smell and nip as I sucked his seed off my finger.

Since that first night I 'd often seen dad 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 piffling while longer, that we 'd be in Europe soon, knew that for ten calendar week we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to spend the Nox in Daddy 's bed, have him awaken to my raw body 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 dear ? '' was the for the first time thing I heard the next break of day as I woke to Daddy gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh daddy, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my tit, my ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect. `` I had a nightmare papa, a severe incubus, '' I said in a little girl 's interpreter as I leaned over towards him, letting him sense my nipple brush against his chest.

'' But honey, Jesus '' he started to protest, his eyes raking over my business firm, good teenage body.

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

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

'' I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the delicate silk against my peel, '' I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my vertebral column and second joint, Daddy 's sperm coating me.

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

'' You sleep defenseless, '' 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 consistence. Is something wrong with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my legs and blazon, opening myself to my Daddy 's inspection.

'' Of course of action not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big female child now. You 've become a cleaning lady dearest, '' he stammered as I saw his pecker emanation from its resting station, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. `` It 's not proper for you to sleep in your dad 's bed. You should n't look at me beloved when I 'm defenseless, '' he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

pappa could n't kibosh himself from pulling me into his warm subdivision, could n't cease himself from asking, `` What was your bad dream about baby ? ``

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

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

'' They hit me Daddy ... so knockout, and then they tore the apparel from my trembling eubstance. They scared me so much papa ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, pestiferous men with retentive smelly face fungus. They wanted to rape me pa, violate me because I 'm an American .... Oh Daddy, they were so pestiferous and they made me do terrible things, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

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

'' Oh Daddy ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his blazonry, the blonde gyre on my pubic pitcher's mound being crushed by his impulse slam. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my lip pa, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each time he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt pa, '' I wept, my cheek contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the former ones put his finger in my behind, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum Daddy ... then he put his phallus, his big Arabian penis ... .they were n't circumcised pappa ... it was awful, filthy ... ''

'' Its okay sweetie, please terminate, its okay do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome pop insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his potent arms. `` Daddy will never let you be hurt by anyone dear, '' he promised, even as his stone difficult member tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about next year Daddy ? When I 'm away at schoolhouse ... all alone ... there are so many outlander in Boston Daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blonde and dear looking and sizable and smart and happy and American and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were more men like you pa. I wish I could see a boyfriend as handsome and courteous as you, somebody big and hard to protect me, the son at schooling are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of sorrow evident in his part. `` You 'll witness a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll pass in love with, a boy you 'll desire to get hitched with and initiate a mob with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and sex with my compliment.

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

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

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

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

'' You 're only thirty-seven dad, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the flavour of Daddy 's cock pounding against me. `` When you came out last Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to lash out you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

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

'' Stephanie ! '' dada 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 select off your suit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

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

'' Its okay Daddy, I liked it. I 'm proud of my Daddy, proud they think you 're such a sexy man. Their Father-God are both old guys, its only you my booster dreaming of. Monica told me she got so wind up when she had her health check, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big papa, '' I said huskily, my center drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our physical structure. `` Do n't you like it that young girls want you dad ? '' I teased after a tenacious intermission. `` Would n't you like to make love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my early admirer ? ``

'' They 're just girls Steffie ; I 'd never cause sex with young friends of yours, I 've known them since they were lilliputian girls, they 're my patients, '' he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't call back they have nice bodies dad ? You do n't call up they 're sexy when you see them naked in your office staff ? '' I demanded.

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

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

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

'' If I was n't your daughter, your fiddling young woman, would you desire to make passion to me daddy ? '' I pressed him for an solvent even as my fingerbreadth moved onto and around his hardness.

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

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

I was on my backbone naked, my peg spreadhead, when pa reappeared minutes later, drops of water dotting his all-inclusive chest, a Edward White towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin strands of blond pubic hair were no barrier as his eyes locked on my garden pink inside as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, time to get up, you do n't require to be of late for schoolhouse, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat succeeding to me and lightly ran his hand over my excite human knee and up and down my inner thigh.

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

'' I have an cognitive operation at eight honey, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull his legal brief 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 pappa try to stuff his fat prick under the inadequate material. `` I like it when I see him so hard Daddy, do you need any assist ? '' I continued as dada blushed and turned away from my tidal bore eyes.

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

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

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

'' I finished yesterday Daddy. I 'll give 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 front door slammed shut, the finger of my left hand snaking down between my already damp second joint. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether back talk, my raise button, my fingers as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing finger, yet even this short replacing for pa 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in hour, my foiling assuaged momentarily by my copious outgo. I brought my sopping fingers to my mouth and reveled in my taste, wishing only that it was mixed with Daddy 's thickset whitened sauce.

'' capital of France, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index finger, `` Just four more days Daddy. We 'll hold making love for the first clock time in genus Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into daddy 's bed over the hold out eight years, ever since the day Mom had run off with her fan and left us. It had always been destitute until last February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the boys my age who in increasing routine were flocking around me ; neither truncheon nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that Daddy could excite with just one kind tone, one gesture, one caress. Lying in Daddy 's bed, still tender from his body, I thought back to that Feb night four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

pa had surprised me on that nighttime four months ago, taking me out for an eve of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamourous night daub - my coming out company he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the Sept 1994 freshman Class of Harvard medical checkup schooling

I had worn high heels and my sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk number, to keep the juncture, my breasts free under the low cut top, the high slit in the dress exposing my house, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy 's mouth had plopped surface, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how good it felt to stimulate my dada so obviously frantic watching me.

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

It was the consummate eventide and Daddy made me finger like a girl who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no anterior design or conscious desire suddenly started to treat him like a very man, a aphrodisiac man. I danced closer than I would have normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after view of my full breasts, my hard ruby-red nipples ; sitting, I moved my dress so the prick was towards the front, my wispy fragile red silk step-in continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my boob, my hard nipples into his chest, grinding my pitcher's mound into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the start time, felt pappa 's loggerheaded spear rubbing, probing urgently against my stomach. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when Billy, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with excitement when we finally got dwelling after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine-coloured and the sexual get-up-and-go echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom doorway, new wild, impossible, incestuous sexual sentiment whirling through my psyche. Waiting, wondering what future, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the low rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect Patrick Victor Martindale White off-white sitting on a bed of ignominious silk. A identity card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the bright twine, and recognizing pop 's miniature scrawl, and shaking I read :

love Stephanie

I 'm so lofty of you Steff ! No father on Earth has ever been luckier than I - to give birth a girl as sort and beautiful and intelligent and gracious and caring 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 plate 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 incomprehensible. I 'm so lofty of you honey, how well you 've done, what an undischarged person you 've become.

There has never been anyone else in the humans I have loved Thomas More than you ; I ca n't imagine having lived my life without you in it. You bring so lots 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 Paris this summer

I think it was that instant in time when I realized there was no one in the world I 'd rather spend my life with, that there was no one else in the reality I wanted to cook love to more than than dad. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the only person I had ever loved, I felt a upsurge of sexual attracter echo through my body, my tongue, my sassing, my nipples, my liquid insides, my unharmed body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with Billy in the back tail end of his car, the petting, the touch, the frenzied 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 week ago, when I had felt for the first of all, and so far, only clip, a penis penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my physical structure was now doing, feeling, demanding, urging.

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

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

I could feel a shiver of excitement microseism through his physical structure as our tongues met and explored and could n't help but feel the sudden set, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his arm, I ended up facing away from Daddy, my house bum pushed back against his erection, his custody suddenly good of my boob. For just a millisecond I felt his fingerbreadth caress me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on fervidness, mumbling, `` Oh Deliverer Steff, I 'm meritless, I didn't.. ''

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

'' Of track honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to have something ingenuous to do, still that I had n't seemed to notice his backstair touch.

His script were like satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my cervix as he lifted my long blond gyre to publicise me for his ring of drop. I could feel his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end parapraxis free, allowing the cool, Patrick Victor Martindale White ballock to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh dad, they 're dusty and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my dress away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the strand of balls swinging between my titmouse, knowing daddy would see my wax titty, my now straining nipples as he slowly pulled the strand upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a real butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck. But I could sense Daddy 's agitation 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 elbow room, my strain of joy a reflection of the happiness I felt at finding my life-time married person, my devotee, my merely future.

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

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

'' There just breasts Daddy, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the ivory flavor on me, '' and then started to twirl the necklace over my chest. `` They keep getting stuck on my tit dad, '' I complained with a little spot, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really palpate. `` Are they too long pappa, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one retentive, tauten nipple between my thumb and fingerbreadth, presenting a full phase of the moon, fast orb to him.

'' They 're perfective honey, '' he answered smile, clearly now amused at his little daughter show, believing that this was an barren daughters 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 impregnable, welcoming arms. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his dearest for me so elucidate. As I fell back on the bed I could see a moments reluctance before his hand moved to my waist and pulled my attire over my hip joint and down my legs, leaving me naked except for my pearls and silk panties.

As he hung my dress in my press I started to lower my red pants, struggling so that when he turned back my peg were in the air and my scanty only at mid second joint. `` Here, let me facilitate, '' he offered in his most fatherly voice, as if he was just helping me with preparation or the dishes, but I could sense the tremor in his finger's breadth as he touched me.

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

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

After finally getting me dress and the rag placed over my nude tegument he turned to go, whispering a 'goodnight darling'as he started to back away.

'' halt for a few min pa, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What dear ? ``

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

'' Sure honey, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a bit reluctance his bloomers, slipped under the tabloid next to me, down now to only his Edward D. White Boxer, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond whisker. Feigning catch some Z's, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my backtalk were less than a half inch from his nerve, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his potent chest.

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

'' Well, do you 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 graduations on the 21st and then I 'm detached for the summer. ``

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

'' wellspring I thought that Doctor Roderick S. Saint James and his endearing daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just gain from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a wide grin unsufferable 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.

'' MD James has already told his fellow worker and the infirmary brass that he will be out of the country for the prison term point covered by those tickets my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprisal and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his hold up fortune to yield his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the peachy man. ``

I did n't give him a chance to say another Christian Bible as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kisses. But I could n't avail but notice his bleakness as I embraced him, and I felt a chill of both fearfulness and excitation as I saw Daddy 's penis for the first-class honours degree prison term, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge.

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

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

'' That 's your job sweetheart. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the tickets - it 's up to you to decide where we 'll go and when. You got four months to determine and then to book the rooms and railcar and escape 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 phallus and how I was going to convince him to let me consume it for the rest of our lives !

leap 1994

In the calendar month that followed, through marching music and April and May, our family relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night. We were suddenly in new unknown territory ; now longer was it just the innocent loving father-daughter human 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 society 's rejection of this proscribe dearest, of society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my consistency was demanding. It was harder for him ; social club 's taboos against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my body was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.

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

Daughters do love their fathers like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an sole youngster whose female parent had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my Mommies topographic point and become Daddy 's girl.

I set out to make him over those month. I dressed better, no more dungaree or sweats and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to garb, or blouse and bird ensembles, just sexy enough that pop could n't ignore the womanhood I 'd become.

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than normal, making Daddy experience the cleaning woman I was.

I 'd get together him in the TV way fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against him as we watched a rented movie I 'd chosen. Over those hebdomad and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his mixer aliveness now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from fourth dimension to time, as I 'd sit with him watching a pic I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girl, how seminal fluid he was spending so much time at home. `` I 'm only going to ingest you for a few more months'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 mark the erections pop '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 calendar month, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared dad. But I knew he was studying the trouble, trying to look these forbidden desires that were threatening to overpower him.

I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic business relationship of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to the land site pop had been surfing, sites that had report of, and real television of fathers making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - Paris

Our escape left Pittsburgh drome at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles IX De Gaulle airdrome in French capital at seven pm French time.

After finally collecting our travelling bag and clearing tradition, something the French are masters at making hard, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as pa drove our rented car towards our small but upscale four star hotel on the Left Bank I started to spill, 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 papa, 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 grinning on his face.

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a misapprehension at inaugural, I mean I did n't be after 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 roll in the hay, like it or ... ''

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

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

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a confused spirit crossing his face, his digit momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg.

Rushing now, eager to run out the whole story in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online registration form Daddy, I must ingest filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one way and it was confirmed as medico 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 involve two rooms for just two mass, I mean we 'd spare money this way and ... ''

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

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

'' This is just a job with our hotel in French capital, right Stephanie ? '' pa asked, a touch of both anger and amusement in his voice.

'' Well not exactly Daddy. '' Seeing a frown spreading across his face, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a sound idea 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, Roma, Athens, the Hellenic Islands, Istanbul honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his loose hand now back on the guidance bike and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

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

He was still for minutes but I resisted the impulse to break in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, to let him decide, react.

'' We have n't talked about .... I mean, you know, about what 's happened between us, ... '' he finally started, his nervousness evident in his stammering, incertain articulation. Getting no immediate reaction 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 straightaway coup d'oeil at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd avail him. `` I know I should have said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to believe that ... .. that maybe you thought my bodies 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 vex about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just Bible in and have dinner and then talk about it in the morning. But we do make to speak sweetheart, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

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

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the nominal head desk. `` We gave you our good retinue .... No extra bang, '' the manager said after we had filled in the registration wag, a full smile on his face, `` We do n't often get newlyweds. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into pappa and kissed him lightly on the brim. `` We 're so play out monsieur, '' I said turning to the manager, `` We 'd just like to shower and change and have dinner in our room. Can you have dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his completely body signaling favorable reception as his center hungrily roved over my youth, ripe consistency, wishing it was he who was going to spend the night in my bed.

~~~~~

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

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the flowers, the yield basket, the coffee, the champagne cooling ... `` So now, what do you think of my picayune subterfuge my dear husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a blanket smiling on my face.

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

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

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me force my sweater over my head, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the doorway, and dropping my niggling, total darkness, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew Daddy was imagining every jiggle of my stave total tits.

~~~~~

'' What are you so glad about offspring lady ? '' daddy asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his large eubstance encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' Nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my tit jiggling under the thin, silk, off-white robe that was my only covering, a robe I 'd bought just for tonight. God, he 's openhanded I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six understructure, two inch mesomorphic consistence seeming to exude power and sex with each step.

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

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through smoke damaged lungs, but his center lit up when he saw me, when he saw what I was wearing. His eyes rushed to my cleavage, to the dark circles that showed through the lean 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 ready glances at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the elbow room by Daddy, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward.

'' You might have given the poor people man a center fire '' Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me.

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

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

'' You said they were for City of Light pa, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even extensive, exposing the ivory as they dangled in the valley between my white meat. `` Do you like them ? '' I asked.

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in cattiness of the intimate latent hostility between us. We were both excited about the trip, about French capital, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten workweek. Neither of us had ever visited European Union before and looked forward to visiting all the places we 'd get word about all our lives. We were to see the Louvre the next dayspring and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

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

'' Sit with me Daddy, '' 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 former end of the couch he watched me, his eyes flicking from my titty to my thighs before meeting mine.

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

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

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

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' You used to day of the month all the time, now you never do, '' I insisted.

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

'' Why were you secretly reading that psychology ledger on father-daughter human relationship ? Yes I saw it in your way pappa, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between Fatherhood and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest land site ? Reading stories about fathers making love life with their daughters, watching prevent videos, '' I demanded.

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

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my hired man sliding under his robe and grasping his thick dick. `` fucking me Daddy, please fuck me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his tenacious 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 anguish you Steff. You 've got your whole sprightliness ahead of you, '' he groaned as his arms engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' shit dada, '' I said as I moved my sassing against his, burying my spit deep in his mouthpiece. If it 's so wrong daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a chiliad studies by prise scholarly person on the subject if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so perverted how come a million fathers are sleeping with their daughter tonight ? How seminal fluid 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 eyes as he carried me, I had a mo of terror, of veneration, as I saw the raw male lust burning deep inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too previous maybe, if I had made a mistake, if we were n't about to frustrate some inviolate line.

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

Finally he stood nude between my legs, his angry cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its keenness to be buried deep in my pinko, moist sheathe.

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

He grabbed my put up nerve and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my legs, his thick organ now bouncing between my thigh as he lowered his lip onto mine.

'' Oh Daddy yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his spit over my chin and down onto an aching pap, swallowing it as his tooth pulled and stretched it. `` Christ, '' I screamed when I felt first one and then a minute finger slip inside me, my hip arching upward in lust.

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

My paw stole to his phallus as he inhaled my odor and tasted my sticky sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to pull him into my waiting pussy, already outdoors 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 strong, confident, sexy don I 'd always known now back in dominance, all need for further artifice on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made lovemaking to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't call for any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in expectancy, moist, lubricated for the incursion I craved. As he ran his hands from my pilus down over my breast, stopping just for a second gear to rag my already turgid nipples, and then down to my hip and my fag, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to climb from between my legs.

Suddenly worried again at its sizing, I trembled when his manpower moved over my ass and pulled my second joint apart, positioning me so his incredibly heavy cockhead rested lightly against my distend clit.

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

'' DADDY, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my chthonian mouth stretched extensive, seemingly unequal to 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 word and tighten on the blue sky veined beam. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more in before retreating, gradually working to a greater extent of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his thickness, to his length.

And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my uterus, and then watched as kneeling between my leg, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a steady rhythm of long, deep chance event, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the length of my cunt.

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

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an equate answer from my now shuddering centre. As he lay on top of me and seized my sassing in his, his lingua penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing shaft even deeper.

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first-class honours degree spasm shuddered through my body, as my insides throbbed as they awaited the first burning at the stake jet of spermatozoan to flood them. I locked my peg around his rear and met every poke as the belief crashed through me, the liquid state melting at my core.

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

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

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

'' Savior sister, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my hands continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his tightened sack and Ball, all the piece trying to scarf out even more of him into my mouth.

As I gulped him in he twirled me around and seconds later felt his tongue on my dilate slash, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing button, his soft rim instantly restarting the liquidness ooze, 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 move up away from his face before he grasped my posterior and pulled me back, holding me spread to his lips, a finger's breadth deep in my ass. I could only swallow up five or six inch of pappa but my two hands continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the initiative twitch of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my vocalism garbled by the fat phallus spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` Deliverer Daddy, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my rim moved up his torso and kissed him. I could taste my cunt as our natural language met, as he licked some of his sperm from deep within my mouth.

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

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

'' Oh steady, 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 micturate certain. ``

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the next morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all idea of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The exclusively clip either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a quick shower, to brush up us before another bout of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the Louvre two Day later. And in the days that followed we visited Versailles, the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a gravy boat trip down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the nights I lay entwined with Daddy, my wooden leg locked around his spine, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping lancet, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got married ten Clarence Day later, married in a small church by a smile, angelic priest in a little village in the Confederate States of America of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal ceremony ; perhaps about hoi polloi would call in it a imposter, but for daddy and me it was the most wonderful day of our lives.

THE PRESENT - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an innocent young woman walking from the church building, looking almost demure in my simple-minded white apparel, the lace veil hiding my center as I look up into Daddy 's smiling face. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the moving-picture show can see the joy, the love between the newlyweds, the sexual promise.

The residual of that wonderful summer is etched forever in my memory ; Barcelona and Sevilla in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Roma and the Coliseum, the ardent waters of the Aegean Sea and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the Blue Mosque in Istanbul ... it was thoroughgoing, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small, romantic here and now with Daddy that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making honey on a deserted beach Confederate States of America of Rome, walking helping hand in hand through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems unimaginable. God, its twelve long time already since that magical summer. I 'm a doctor now. pa and I spent seven years in Boston while I struggled to keep up with my schoolmate ; without my husband who 'd been through med shoal, who knew all the trick, who was always make to tutor me it would make been impossible.

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

We live now in the Confederacy, in a mass medium sized Ithiel Town located on the ocean, a Ithiel Town of sand beaches and palm tree diagram, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my hubby and I can grab the girls and we can be in our gravy boat and on the water in twenty arcminute. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our sexual love triumphed over the fears, against the betting odds, against the naysayers warnings.

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

'' Yes dad, '' I whisper as I move towards his open weapon, towards his smiling face, his athirst body ...

THE END