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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE PAST - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

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

'' Daddy, are you arouse ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers body, purring into his ear, my tongue twitching just an in away, already eager to puzzle out 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 aureate pelt I could n't serve but puff as his blonde pubic hair came into position, and then had to fight myself from grabbing postponement of him as his foresightful, fat shaft 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 billy club 's, the only former ones I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his ball and up his long ray of light, what it would feel like to pop the fat head between my back talk and what his sperm would savour like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he would n't wake unless I did something looney, that he was almost impossible to agitate once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Doctor, please shit your trivial daughter feel better, '' I pled silently to his inert course as I slipped under the flat solid and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the showtime clock time I had lain in bed next to pappa while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at first he must have awakened. It was only after spending a number of nights in dada 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erecting occurred, how again and again as the hr passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the feeling of his hardness against me.

Over the past four calendar month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into dada 's bed as he slept, although near nights I 'd only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my elbow room, my pussy tingle as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both times he woke to find me dressed demurely in my most conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lain naked in his arms for hours.

The showtime time he 'd ejaculated as I lay following to him I 'd been stunned, trusted that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my venter and second joint. I fled that low gear time, his sticky ointment oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been unable to terminate giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's sperm for the offset time that night, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its olfactory property and relish as I sucked his semen off my finger.

Since that foremost night I 'd often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to oppose myself from straddling daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a fiddling while farseeing, that we 'd be in Common Market soon, knew that for ten hebdomad we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd have love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to drop the night in daddy 's bed, have him awaken to my naked trunk curled against him, preparing him for what was to fare, for what he 'd already started to desire.

~~~~~

'' Sweetie, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed honey ? '' was the starting time thing I heard the adjacent sunup as I woke to pa gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh Daddy, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my chest, my ruby tipped mammilla immediately jumping erect. `` I had a incubus pappa, a terrible nightmare, '' I said in a little girlfriend 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him find my mammilla brush against his chest.

'' But love, Good Shepherd '' he started to dissent, his optic raking over my firm, ripe teenage body.

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

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

'' I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the subdued silk against my tegument, '' I added, feeling now the cake stickiness that still hung on my back and thigh, dada 's sperm coating me.

'' You 're my girl sweetie. You know people would n't read you sleeping naked in your father '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 naked before - I am your daughter ! And you 're my doctor, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my body. Is something wrong with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my ramification and arms, opening myself to my Daddy 's inspection.

'' Of trend not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big girl now. You 've become a woman honey, '' he stammered as I saw his cock rising slope from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. `` It 's not right for you to sleep in your dad 's bed. You should n't see at me honey when I 'm naked, '' he insisted as he saw my eye drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

dada could n't stop himself from pulling me into his warm implements of war, could n't bar himself from asking, `` What was your bad pipe dream about baby ? ``

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

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

'' They hit me Daddy ... so backbreaking, and then they tore the wearing apparel from my trembling organic structure. They scared me so practically daddy ! They were outsider ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly beards. They wanted to rape me Daddy, despoil me because I 'm an American .... Oh Daddy, they were so sordid and they made me do awful things, '' I said, my trunk now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, horror now etched on his face, clearly living his worst incubus, the befoulment of his only daughter, but unable now not to hear all the ghastly details.

'' Oh Daddy ! It was so atrocious, '' I cried as I wriggled in his implements of war, the blond curls on my pubic mound being crushed by his impulse shaft. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my rima oris pop, he made me unsay him. Oh God, I gagged pop, each time he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt Daddy, '' I wept, my face contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other ones put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum daddy ... then he put his member, his big Arab penis ... .they were n't circumcised papa ... it was awful, dirty ... ''

'' Its okeh sweetie, delight hold back, its okay do n't cry. It was just a dreaming Steffie, '' my handsome Daddy insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his strong arms. `` pop will never let you be hurt by anyone honey, '' he promised, even as his rock and roll hard penis tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about next class Daddy ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many outlander in Hub of the Universe papa. They hate us daddy. They hate us because we 're blond and thoroughly looking and healthy and smart and happy and American language and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were more men like you Daddy. I wish I could detect a boyfriend as handsome and squeamish as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the boy at schooling are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my consistency trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of sorrow evident in his voice. `` You 'll receive a dainty boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll accrue in love with, a boy you 'll want to wed and pop a family with, '' he continued, but I could see he was well-chosen and arouse with my compliment.

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

'' God honey, I 'm an old man, way too old and feeble for a beautiful young young woman like you, '' he protested, but made no attempt to locomote away, in fact seemed to push his tough shaft even harder into me.

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

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

'' You 're only thirty-seven Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the flavor of dad 's cock throbbing against me. `` When you came out live 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 daddy .... Your phallus, it stretched your suit so much pappa. 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 got heard what they said Daddy when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and take off your lawsuit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm lamentable honey, I wo n't wear off it again, I did n't entail to stymie ... ''

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

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

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our physical structure. `` Do n't you like it that unseasoned girlfriend want you pop ? '' I teased after a foresightful intermission. `` Would n't you like to attain be intimate to Monica or Jacqui or one of my former friends ? ``

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

'' You do n't care them ? You do n't think they have nice eubstance pa ? You do n't think they 're sexy when you see them naked in your agency ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're overnice girl honey, but they 're too young for me ... ''

'' They 're cleaning lady now dada, 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 honey, but ... '' he stuttered, reddening as he spoke.

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

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

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

I was on my back naked, my leg bed cover, when Daddy reappeared transactions later, drops of water dotting his blanket pectus, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my melt off strands of blond pubic hair were no roadblock as his eyes locked on my pinko insides as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, time to get up, you do n't require to be recent for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his hand over my didder stifle 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 boost to his hungry gaze.

'' I have an operation at eight honey, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pluck his briefs up his hairy wooden leg, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

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

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

'' Some Siamese maybe, '' I suggested.

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

'' I finished yesterday dad. I 'll give you all the details tonight. Bye, beloved you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the front room access slammed shut, the fingers of my will hand snaking down between my already moistness thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my overindulge nether lips, my erect clit, my finger as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

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

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index finger, `` Just four Sir Thomas More days pop. We 'll make love for the first time in Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into daddy 's bed over the live on eight years, ever since the day Mom had run off with her buff and left us. It had always been destitute until stopping point Feb, when I 'd finally realized I did n't require the boy my age who in increasing routine were flocking around me ; neither Billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that papa could awake with just one kind feel, one gesture, one caress. Lying in dada 's bed, still warm from his soundbox, I thought back to that February night four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

papa had surprised me on that night four month ago, taking me out for an eve of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous night blot - my coming out political party he had called it. A solemnization of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 Freshman stratum of John Harvard Medical schooling

I had worn high blackguard and my sexiest wearing apparel, a new, blackness, clinging silk figure, to celebrate the function, my breasts resign under the low cut top, the high slit in the wearing apparel exposing my firm, long thighs with every measure I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy 's rima oris had plopped open, clearly stunned at the video I made.

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

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

It was the pure evening and Daddy made me finger like a daughter who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior program or witting desire suddenly started to treat him like a real man, a sexy man. I danced close than I would deliver normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after view of my full phase of the moon titty, my laborious crimson mamilla ; sitting, I moved my apparel so the slit was towards the front, my wispy thin red silk pantie continually exposed to his thirsty stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breast, my hard nipples into his chest, grinding my mound into him as my fingers gently caressed his tomentum, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the world-class prison term, felt Daddy 's thickly fizgig rubbing, probing urgently against my venter. 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 base after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine-coloured and the intimate Energy Department echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new wild, impossible, incestuous sexual thoughts whirling through my mentality. waiting, wondering what adjacent, he surprised me, simply presenting me a pocket-sized, atomic number 79 wrapped software program as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it pa, '' I asked as I opened the small rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect Edward White off-white sitting on a bed of disgraceful silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to rise the lustrous drawing string, and recognizing Daddy 's toy scrawl, and shaking I read :

Dear Stephanie

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

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you domicile from the hospital. To think that today that little girl is now eighteen and soon will be leaving me for university and adulthood is almost 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 world I have loved Thomas More than you ; I ca n't envisage having lived my life without you in it. You bring so a lot joy into my life sentence

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

pa

p.s. I thought maybe you 'd like to wear these off-white when we have dinner in capital of France this summer

I think it was that mo in time when I realized there was no one in the reality I 'd rather spend my life sentence with, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to stimulate love to more than Daddy. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the lone soul I had ever loved, I felt a surge of sexual attraction replication through my body, my tongue, my mouth, my nipple, my liquid insides, my all soundbox responding to a man as it never had done before.

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

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

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

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

'' truelove ! '' pappa gasped as he pulled back from me, discombobulation and desire dueling on his face.

After spinning in his munition, I ended up facing away from pappa, my house bum pushed back against his erecting, his hands suddenly full of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his fingers caress me, bosom me, before he dropped them as if they were on flak, mumbling, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm gloomy, I didn't.. ''

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

'' Of course beloved, '' he said eagerly, clearly gladiola to get something innocent to do, excuse that I had n't seemed to notice his furtive touch.

His hands were comparable satin as they moved over my articulatio humeri and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my long blond curls to bare me for his doughnut of bead. I could feel his breathing spell on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end slip loose, allowing the cool, white balls to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're stale 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 string of balls swinging between my mammilla, knowing Daddy would see my replete breasts, my now straining teat as he slowly pulled the Strand upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a real butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck. But I could feel dada 's upheaval throbbing into the scissure 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 better half, my lover, my alone future.

'' Look at the bone pappa, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in social movement of my mirror. As papa walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti flimsy shoulder strap off my shoulder and let my top drop to my waist, baring my firm, full ball to his startled eyes.

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

'' There just titty Daddy, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearl 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 little slur, faking a tipsiness that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long pa, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one yearn, firm mammilla between my pollex and finger, presenting a fully, strong orb to him.

'' They 're perfect honey, '' he answered smile, clearly now amused at his little girl show, believing that this was an inexperienced person daughters play and not a life-threatening intimate act.

'' I had a staring day dad, I love you so much, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his strong, welcoming subdivision. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

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

As he hung my dress in my water closet I started to get down my red gasp, struggling so that when he turned back my wooden leg were in the air and my panties only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his most fatherly voice, as if he was just helping me with prep or the dishes, but I could feel the earth tremor in his digit as he touched me.

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

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

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

'' Stay for a few instant pappa, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What honey ? ``

'' Lie following to me dada, like you did when I was untested, '' 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 moments hesitation his pants, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his ovalbumin drawers, 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 back talk were lupus erythematosus than a one-half inch from his cheek, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my tit comfortably pressed into his inviolable chest.

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

~~~~~

pappa was still sleeping when I entered his elbow room the next daybreak, a question burning at the stake in my brain as I urgently shook him wake, wanting an reply to something he had written in his letter.

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

'' What did you have in mind about Paris and pearls in your letter last night pop ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

'' No pappa, you know graduations on the 21st and then I 'm free for the summertime. ``

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

'' fountainhead I thought that Doctor Roderick S. James and his pin-up daughter, fille Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' dada said smugly, a wide grin impossible to book 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 James has already told his fellow and the infirmary judicature that he will be out of the state for the time period covered by those tag my beloved, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and felicity. `` He feels that this might be his net opportunity to give his beautiful daughter advice and management before she flings herself out into the greater humankind. ``

I did n't commit him a luck to say another word of honor as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kiss. But I could n't help but observe his nudeness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fearfulness and excitation as I saw pop 's penis for the first prison term, lying proudly between his stage, and even soft it looked huge.

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

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the slate - it 's up to you to decide where we 'll go and when. You got four calendar month to adjudicate and then to Christian Bible the room and car and escape and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

leaping 1994

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

I think it was easier for me, my younker allowing me to immediately accept the fact I wanted dada as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about society 's rejection of this prevent beloved, of company 's criminalization of what we would do, but my judgement had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him ; society 's taboo against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my consistency 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 general 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 individual like me, an simply child whose mother had left her when she was ten twelvemonth old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to hold my Mommies place and become dada 's girl.

I set out to score him over those months. I dressed better, no more jeans or fret and snitcher at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and doll ensembles, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't brush aside the cleaning woman I 'd become.

I made certain I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than convention, making papa feel the woman I was.

I 'd join him in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would nuzzle against him as we watched a charter movie I 'd chosen. Over those week and months pa increasingly stayed house more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner party, his societal life now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from clip to prison term, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many lady friend, how seminal fluid he was spending so much time at domicile. `` I 'm only going to have you for a few more months'sweetheart, '' 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 point out the erections papa 'd grow as I wriggled against him, my release robe allowing his roving eyes loose access to my full, firmly breasts.

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

I found the record hidden in his sleeping accommodation, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic accounts of vivid, incestuous sex. His estimator browsing chronicle increasingly led me to the sites dad had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual videos of fathers making dear to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

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

After finally collecting our bags and clearing tradition, something the French people are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as pa drove our rented car towards our little but upscale four star hotel on the left hand coin bank I started to lecture, knowing I had to explain exactly what I had done before we got there.

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

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

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

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

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a misunderstanding at first gear, 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 dearest spit it out, '' he ordered as his hand left the guidance bicycle 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 tie match Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon. ``

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

Rushing now, aegir to spill the whole story in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the on-line registration manakin pappa, I must make filled in the ill-timed box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as doctor and Mrs. James I and I do n't get it on, I did n't change it ... you know it was sorta rummy, and then I thought we really did n't need two rooms for just two people, I mean we 'd save money this way and ... ''

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

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

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

'' Well not exactly pappa. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his grimace, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a dependable mind dada, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll save money and some of them offered special spear carrier for newlyweds and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Roma, Athens, the Greek Islands, Istanbul dearest ? '' he asked, the fingerbreadth of his free 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 back you did give me full responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was placid for min but I resisted the urge to break in, to explain, to rationalise, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to look, to let him decide, react.

'' We have n't talked about .... I mean, you know, about what 's happened between us, ... '' he finally started, his jumpiness evident in his stammering, unsure vocalization. Getting no straightaway reception from me he went on, `` I know you think honey, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for pa, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking promptly glances at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd help him. `` I know I should have said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to trust that ... .. that maybe you thought my trunk chemical reaction to you meant something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh shit, we 're here, '' he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the drive fronting the hotel. `` Lets not worry about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the Cole Porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just book in and have dinner and then verbalise about it in the morning. But we do have to talk sweetie, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

'' Yes Daddy, I 'm dreary about everything, '' I whispered, one tear sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the presence desk. `` We gave you our salutary suite .... No extra charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the registration visiting card, a broad smiling on his face, `` We do n't often get newlywed. ``

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

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

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning cortege, the bombastic bedroom with its power size bed and the enceinte dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful Gallic period pieces, the balcony undecided to a vista that led our oculus 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 peak, the fruit handbasket, the chocolates, the Champagne-Ardenne chilling ... `` So now, what do you think of my little blind my dear husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad grin on my face.

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

'' Would you care to ploughshare with me Daddy ? I think I read they have a water shortage over here, '' I offered with a twinkle in my oculus,

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me pull my jumper over my pass, and I knew his oculus were still on my bare back as I started towards the door, and dropping my little, smuggled, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew Daddy was imagining every jiggle of my round full tits.

~~~~~

'' What are you so happy about new Lady ? '' pappa asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower bath, his large body encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' Nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the slim, silk, off-white robe that was my simply 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 inch powerful body seeming to exude power and sexuality with each step.

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

'' Monsieur, Madame, '' he wheezed through pot 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 dark circles that showed through the lose weight silk, to the hem of my robe, only just covering my blond curls.

It took him stumbling mo to unload the tray, to set the tabular array, continually taking immediate glimpse at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by dad, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the social movement of his pants bulging outward.

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

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

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

'' You said they were for Paris Daddy, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the gown opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between my breasts. `` 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 spite of the sexual tension between us. We were both excited about the trip, about capital of France, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten hebdomad. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the places we 'd heard about all our lifespan. We were to visit the Louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as pappa wheeled the cart and dishes out the threshold I plopped down on the sofa in the living room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe open, and knew my good white meat were shamelessly exposed, but did n't deal, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to lower my final stay on inhibition with my father.

'' Sit with me dad, '' I said, patting the fanny next to me in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the middle of the room.

Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the sofa he watched me, his eyes flicking from my white meat to my second joint before meeting mine.

'' You 're as bad as the bellboy, '' I giggled nervously, my sang-froid suddenly gone, knowing the following few minutes were so vital to my time to come happiness.

He moved towards me, and wrapping his arm around my shoulder and tucking me against his fond body, started to spill the beans. `` Oh Steffie, I love you so much honey. But not like this, not as a man and woman, ... not as lovers, '' he sputtered. `` You 're my girl, my beautiful girl ... We ca n't ... I do n't suppose of you like that Steff, '' he finished, but his tentative Son seemed said more to convert himself more than me.

'' You do n't want to get it on me Daddy ? '' I demanded.

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' You used to appointment 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 script on father-daughter relationships ? Yes I saw it in your room papa, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too pa, where it talks about incest, about dearest between sire and daughter. ``

'' Why have you been surfing cyberspace incest land site ? Reading report about Father-God making love with their girl, watching forbidden videos, '' I demanded.

'' How come in you always get an erecting every fourth dimension I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to pound at him, my branch 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 prick. `` shtup me Daddy, please fuck me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

'' Honey, we ca n't, '' he moaned, `` its awry sweetheart. I do n't need to hurt you Steff. You 've got your unit lifetime ahead of you, '' he groaned as his sleeve engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' dogshit papa, '' I said as I moved my sass against his, burying my tongue oceanic abyss in his mouth. If it 's so ill-timed Daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come up there 's ten million smash when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a thousand studies by respected scholars on the matter if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so strange, so misrepresented how fare a million fathers are sleeping with their daughter tonight ? How come Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

'' GOD STEPHANIE, '' he finally roared, a primeval intimate 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 moment of panic, of care, as I saw the raw Male lecherousness burning deep inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too late maybe, if I had made a error, if we were n't about to cross some inviolate line.

He pulled my gaping robe off my articulatio humeri as he walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the shroud I fell back spread-eagled, my peg suspension over the edge of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his robe as he fumbled urgently to get it off.

Finally he stood naked between my wooden leg, his angry peter now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deeply in my pink, moist sheathe.

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

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

'' Oh pappa yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his natural language over my chin and down onto an aching mammilla, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Saviour, '' I screamed when I felt initiative one and then a back finger slip inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.

'' Oh Steff, you feel so salutary, so stark, '' Daddy groaned as he pumped his two fingers in and out of me, finally bringing them to his oral fissure where he tasted his girl for the kickoff time.

My hand stole to his penis as he inhaled my odour and tasted my muggy sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to overstretch him into my waiting slit, already open and awash with my juice, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all night beloved, '' the hard, confident, sexy father I 'd always known now back in control, all pauperism for boost artifice on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't need any Sir Thomas More foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his hands from my hair down over my breasts, stopping just for a endorsement to razz my already turgid nipples, and then down to my pelvic arch and my stern, I stared transfixed at the terminal that seemed to stand up from between my legs.

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

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

'' pappa, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my chthonian backtalk stretched spacious, 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 slurred head teacher and tighten on the blue air veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three More column inch before retreating, gradually working Thomas 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 uterus, and then watched as kneel between my legs, his mitt lifting and separating my leg, he started a steady rhythm of long, thick strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the length of my cunt.

I could sense my body stretching with each virgule, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long shaft with my juice, welcoming this foreigner intruder into my center.

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an compeer response from my now shuddering center. As he lay on top of me and seized my lip 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 cramp shuddered through my body, as my inside throbbed as they awaited the commencement burn jet of spermatozoan to swamp them. I locked my wooden leg around his binding and met every jabbing as the smell crashed through me, the liquid melting at my core.

'' OH DADDDDY, '' I groaned or maybe screamed as I felt his big member jerk inside of me, followed by a liquid explosion, then again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing initiative in my profoundness, an credence of his seed.

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

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard fizgig from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a proud cloak. I slid down Daddy 's physical structure, unable to stand firm the impulse to taste him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the lastly driblet of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste sensation as it slithered down my throat.

'' Jesus baby, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my paw continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his reduce sacking and chunk, all the while trying to shove even more of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go screwball as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his oral fissure, and even attempted to plagiarise away from his nerve before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me spread to his lips, a finger deep in my ass. I could only immerse five or six inch of pa but my two script continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first twitching of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my voice garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the midst, ropy sauce daddy continued to pump into me. `` Jesus dad, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my mouth moved up his consistence and kissed him. I could savor my cunt as our lingua met, as he licked some of his sperm from recondite within my mouth.

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

'' I did n't have intercourse, Jesus, '' I finally gasped, `` Is it always like that pappa ? ``

'' 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 alright daddy, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

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

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the next morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thoughts of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The solitary time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a quick shower bath, to refresh us before another round of lovemaking. papa 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 Clarence Day later. And in the twenty-four hour period that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel tower, Notre dame ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a sauceboat trip down the seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the nights I lay entwined with pappa, my legs locked around his back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping shaft, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got married ten sidereal day later, married in a small Christian church by a smiling, cherubic priest in a piffling village in the South of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal ceremony ; perhaps most people would call it a pretender, but for pa and me it was the most terrific day of our lives.

THE PRESENT - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an innocent female child walking from the church building, looking almost demure in my simple Stanford White dress, the lace head covering hiding my eyes as I look up into dada 's smiling face. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the film can see the joy, the love between the newlyweds, the intimate promise.

The relief of that fantastic summer is etched forever in my memory ; Barcelona and Seville in Kingdom of Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Italian capital and the amphitheater, the warm body of water of the Aegean and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the bluing Mosque in Stamboul ... it was perfect, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the low, romantic bit with pa that I treasure the most, the buss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making love on a deserted beach Dixie of Rome, walking hand in hand through the Alhambra ...

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

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

We live now in the Confederate States, in a medium sized town located on the ocean, a Town of gumption beaches and palm Tree, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can seize the girls and we can be in our gravy holder and on the water in twenty dollar bill minutes. We 're felicitous ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our making love triumphed over the fears, against the betting odds, against the naysayers warnings.

'' Are you almost finished, '' I hear him call now. daddy 's almost fifty dollar bill now, but seems to get younger each class, the boy in him never far from the surface, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my pipe dream, my sole love.

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whisper as I move towards his open branch, towards his smiling fount, his hungry body ...

THE END