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'' dada ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome forefather

THE past tense - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

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

'' pa, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers soundbox, purring into his ear, my lingua vellication just an inch away, already tidal bore to work out inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my mammilla stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the subdued canvas away from his gilt hide I could n't aid but gasp as his blond pubic hairs came into panorama, and then had to oppose myself from grabbing hold of him as his farsighted, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger than Jason 's or he-goat 's, the only other ace I had ever seen. Licking my sass, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his balls and up his longsighted gibe, what it would sense like to pop the fat head between my lips and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my thirsty throat.

I knew from experience he would n't wake unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to charge once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Dr., delight make your little daughter feel better, '' I pled silently to his sluggish configuration as I slipped under the sheet and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the maiden time I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at first he must possess awakened. It was only after spending a number of Nox in Daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the intuitive feeling of his inclemency against me.

Over the past four calendar month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although most dark I 'd only stay on two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingling 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 button-down p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lain au naturel in his arms for hours.

The first time he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my breadbasket and second joint. I fled that first clip, his sticky pick oozing down my leg as I ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's spermatozoon for the first time that nighttime, dipping my fingerbreadth again and again through the drip cream, reveling in its smell and spirit as I sucked his seeded player off my finger.

Since that first gear dark I 'd often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to fight myself from straddling pa and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a little while longsighted, that we 'd be in EC soon, knew that for ten weeks we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd make love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to spend the night in Daddy 's bed, have him awaken to my naked 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 honey ? '' was the first thing I heard the next dawn as I woke to Daddy gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh pappa, '' 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 Daddy, a severe nightmare, '' I said in a little girl 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him find my nipple brush against his chest.

'' But honey, the Nazarene '' he started to protest, his eyes raking over my business firm, advanced teenage body.

'' But what dada ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy 's big diaphysis pumping a nocturnal discharge of fertile, white sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

'' I always sleep nude now dad, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the diffuse silk against my skin, '' I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my rear and thigh, dad 's sperm application me.

'' You 're my daughter sweetie. You know masses would n't realise you sleeping naked in your father 's bed. ``

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

'' Of course 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 ascension from its resting billet, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. `` It 's not decent for you to sleep in your pop 's bed. You should n't look at me honey when I 'm bare, '' he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

daddy could n't check himself from pulling me into his warm blazon, could n't terminate himself from asking, `` What was your bad dream about baby ? ``

'' It was obscure Daddy, so dark, '' I whispered, my lips just inch from his. `` They attacked me dada, in a dark-skinned alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly, ... they hurt me pop, '' I added, whimpering now.

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

'' They hit me Daddy ... so concentrated, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling torso. They scared me so very much pop ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly beards. They wanted to dishonor me pop, despoil me because I 'm an American English .... Oh Daddy, they were so dirty and they made me do dire affair, '' I said, my physical structure now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, horror now etched on his boldness, clearly living his whip nightmare, the defilement of his solitary daughter, but ineffectual now not to listen all the grisly details.

'' Oh Daddy ! It was so severe, '' I cried as I wriggled in his coat of arms, the blond curlicue on my pubic agglomerate being crushed by his pulsing shaft. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his affair in my mouth dad, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged pop, each fourth dimension he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt Daddy, '' I wept, my font contorted into a face of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other ace put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum pappa ... then he put his penis, his big Arab penis ... .they were n't circumcised Daddy ... it was awful, nasty ... ''

'' Its okay sweetie, delight finish, its okeh do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome Daddy insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his secure arms. `` Daddy 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 year dada ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many foreigners in Bean Town dada. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're light-haired and good looking and healthy and smart and felicitous and American English and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were more men like you Daddy. I wish I could come up a boyfriend as handsome and Nice as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the boys at school are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of sorrow evident in his voice. `` You 'll encounter a dainty boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll lessen in dearest with, a boy you 'll want to marry and start a crime syndicate with, '' he continued, but I could see he was felicitous and agitate 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 soused, forcing him to sense his petty girl 's now ripe body.

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

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

'' Yeah sure, '' pa responded, a blush spreading across his face. `` I can just see all your xviii year old high school lady friend thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought process of my sexy teenage friend getting off on him.

'' You 're only thirty-seven pa, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of pa 's cock throb against me. `` When you came out finis 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 practically Daddy. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

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

'' You should own heard what they said Daddy when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and take 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 embarrass ... ''

'' Its OK dada, I liked it. I 'm proud of my Daddy, proud they think you 're such a sexy man. Their don are both old Guy, its only you my supporter dream of. Monica told me she got so mad when she had her medical, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big papa, '' I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our bodies. `` Do n't you like it that young girl want you papa ? '' I teased after a recollective pause. `` 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 have sex with offspring booster of yours, I 've known them since they were trivial girls, they 're my patient role, '' he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't guess they have dainty bodies Daddy ? You do n't think they 're aphrodisiac when you see them naked in your office ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're nice miss honey, but they 're too Whitney Young for me ... ''

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

'' Of course, 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 make love to me Daddy ? '' I pressed him for an response even as my fingerbreadth moved onto and around his hardness.

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

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

I was on my vertebral column naked, my legs spread, when Daddy reappeared hour later, free fall of urine dotting his broad chest, a White River towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my slight strand of blonde pubic whisker were no barrier as his optic locked on my pink inside as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, sentence to get up, you do n't want to be late for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat succeeding to me and lightly ran his helping hand over my quivering knee and up and down my privileged thigh.

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

'' I have an procedure at eight dearest, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull out his Jockey shorts up his hairy legs, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

'' He 'll never fit, it 's too big, '' I giggled as I watched dad try to stuff his fat cock under the inadequate cloth. `` I like it when I see him so hard papa, do you need any help ? '' I continued as papa 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 practiced today Steffie. I should be home around seven ; do you desire me to pluck up something for dinner ? ``

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

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

'' I finished yesterday daddy. I 'll fall in you all the item tonight. Bye, love you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus Christ, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the front door slammed shut, the fingerbreadth of my exit hand snaking down between my already damp thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether lips, my raise clitoris, my finger's breadth as they slowly broadcast my scratch and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing finger's breadth, yet even this unequal substitute for pop 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in second, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my copious spending. I brought my sopping finger to my mouth and reveled in my gustation, wishing only that it was mix with Daddy 's thick white sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my exponent finger, `` Just four more days Daddy. We 'll make love for the first-class honours degree time in genus Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into dad 's bed over the finish eight years, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us. It had always been innocent until last Feb, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the son my age who in increasing numbers were flocking around me ; neither truncheon nor Jason had come close to igniting the love that pappa could arouse with just one kind look, one gesture, one caress. Lying in pop 's bed, still warm from his consistence, I thought back to that February dark four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

dada had surprised me on that Night four calendar month ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous Nox point - my coming out company he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that workweek into the September 1994 fresher Class of Harvard Medical School

I had worn highschool heels and my sexiest dress, a new, melanize, clinging silk numeral, to celebrate the occasion, my boob free under the low cut top, the high pussy in the dress exposing my firm, long thighs with every measure I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy 's sass had plopped open, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how good 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 Daddy silly, I thought to myself as he walked me arm-in-arm to the car, but still remembered the scuttlebutt my friends were always making about dad, about how they 'd love to be alone with him.

It was the perfect eve and papa made me feel like a miss who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to treat him like a really man, a sexy man. I danced nearer than I would have normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after view of my entire chest, my hard flush pap ; sitting, I moved my dress so the pussy was towards the front, my wispy lose weight red silk panties continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my hard teat into his chest, grinding my cumulation into him as my fingers gently caressed his hairsbreadth, his cervix. It was then that I felt it for the first time, felt Daddy 's thickheaded lance rubbing, probing urgently against my tum. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when Billy, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with upheaval when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the intimate energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new wild, impossible, incestuous intimate idea whirling through my encephalon. wait, wondering what side by side, he surprised me, simply presenting me a pocket-sized, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it daddy, '' I asked as I opened the pocket-size rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect Andrew Dickson White pearls sitting on a bed of black silk. A wit had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the lustrous twine, and recognizing Daddy 's miniature scrawl, and shaking I read :

Dear Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No father on ground has ever been golden than I - to cause a daughter as variety and beautiful and intelligent and nice and caring and loving as you is the best thing that could possibly bear happened to me.

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

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that moment in time when I realized there was no one in the world I 'd rather spend my life story with, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to wee have intercourse to more than Daddy. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the solitary someone I had ever loved, I felt a rush of intimate attractive feature echo through my physical structure, my tongue, my lips, my nipple, my limpid insides, my entirely physical structure responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with he-goat in the support seat of his car, the kissing, the touch, the frantic grapple ; 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 calendar week ago, when I had felt for the first, and so far, only time, a penis penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my body was now doing, intuitive feeling, demanding, urging.

'' Steff, are you okay ? '' finally penetrated into my fogged thoughts 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 fuck, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to recognize the new me, wanting him to feel as I, wanting him to grasp that we were destined to be joined in every way.

I could feel a shiver of exhilaration microseism through his body as our glossa met and explored and could n't help but find the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his weaponry, I ended up facing away from dada, my business firm bum pushed back against his erection, his hands suddenly full of my chest. For just a msec I felt his fingers caress me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm dingy, I didn't.. ''

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

'' Of course of study dearest, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to let something sinless to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to notice his sneak touch.

His hands were like satin as they moved over my articulatio humeri and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my prospicient blond scroll to denude me for his anchor ring of off-white. I could feel his breathing spell on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end slip unloose, allowing the cool, E. B. White Ball to cascade down down across my breast and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're common cold and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my attire away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the cosmic string of balls swinging between my pap, knowing pappa would see my full-of-the-moon breasts, my now straining tit as he slowly pulled the Strand upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a real butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck. But I could feel Daddy 's excitement throbbing into the chap of my bum 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 way, my song of joy a manifestation of the felicity I felt at finding my biography better half, my lover, my alone future.

'' look at the ivory dad, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in battlefront of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin straps off my shoulders and let my top drop to my shank, baring my firm, wide globe to his jump eyes.

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

'' There just tit dada, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearls facial expression on me, '' and then started to twirl the necklace over my chest. `` They keep getting stuck on my pap daddy, '' I complained with a little slur, faking a insobriety that I did n't really sense. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one hanker, business firm tit between my thumb and finger's breadth, presenting a full-of-the-moon, steady orb to him.

'' They 're perfect tense honey, '' he answered grinning, clearly now amused at his little girl show, believing that this was an innocent girl play and not a dangerous intimate act.

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

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

As he hung my dress in my closet I started to get down my red pant, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my panties only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me facilitate, '' he offered in his virtually fatherly interpreter, as if he was just helping me with preparation or the dishes, but I could experience the microseism in his fingers as he touched me.

'' Do you like my new step-in pappa, '' I asked, a tipsy, teasing spirit still in my voice, `` I bought them just for tonight, just for you, just for my favorite man. ``

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

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

'' hitch for a few minutes Daddy, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What honey ? ``

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

'' Sure beloved, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his brake shoe and shirt and after a moments hesitation his trouser, slipped under the rag next to me, down now to only his clean boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lip were less than a half inch from his impudence, each of my breather gently tickling him as my bosom comfortably pressed into his impregnable chest.

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

~~~~~

daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the future morning, a query electrocution in my brain as I urgently shook him wake up, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter.

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

'' What did you signify about City of Light and bone in your letter last nighttime 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 probability my dear ? '' he asked mysteriously as he reached for an envelope sitting on the board following to his bed.

'' No pa, you know graduation exercise on the 21st and then I 'm free for the summer. ``

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

'' wellspring I thought that Doctor Roderick S. James I and his adorable daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the continent, '' dad said smugly, a wide grin unacceptable to have got 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 of the Church Jesse James has already told his fellow and the hospital administration that he will be out of the country for the time period covered by those tickets my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his last prospect to give his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the gravid world. ``

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

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

'' Oh yes pappa, '' 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 determine where we 'll go and when. You got four month to adjudicate and then to book the rooms and railroad car and flight and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

SPRING 1994

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

I think it was well-fixed for me, my youthfulness allowing me to immediately go for the fact I wanted Daddy as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about social club 's rejection of this forbidden honey, of society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him ; bon ton 's taboo against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my organic structure was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.

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

Daughters do love their founding father like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an solely tyke whose mother had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take aim my mamma post and turn pappa 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those calendar month. I dressed better, no more denim or sweats and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and wench ensembles, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't brush aside the woman I 'd become.

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

I 'd fall in him in the TV room fresh from the exhibitor, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would draw close against him as we watched a lease motion-picture show I 'd chosen. Over those hebdomad and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social spirit now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from meter to time, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girlfriends, how come he was spending so much prison term at home. `` I 'm only going to throw you for a few more months'sweetie, '' he 'd reply as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his upheaval, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, could n't help but acknowledge the erecting dad 'd grow as I wriggled against him, my unaffixed gown allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts.

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

I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love life, as well as titillating accounts of graphic, incestuous sex. His electronic computer browsing chronicle increasingly led me to the situation Daddy had been surfing, sites that had news report of, and factual picture of Padre making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

I remembered all this as I lay in Daddy 's bed that June cockcrow, stroking myself, a poor substitute 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 aerodrome at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles the Great De Gaulle airdrome in French capital at seven pm French time.

After finally collecting our bags and clearing customs, something the French are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the airdrome around nine-thirty, and as pop drove our charter car towards our small but upscale four star hotel on the Left Bank I started to blab, 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 going city.

'' The booking dad, it 's .... I mean to say it 's ... '' I stammered.

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

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a mistake at first, 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 cognise, like it or ... ''

'' C'mon honey expectoration it out, '' he ordered as his helping hand left the steering bike for a second and caressed my thigh.

'' Well, '' I started again, my brass now scrunched up in a near grimace, `` The hotel might be expecting a wed twosome Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon. ``

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a put off look crossing his aspect, his fingerbreadth momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg.

hurry now, eager to talk the whole taradiddle in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online readjustment form dad, I must take filled in the ill-timed box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one way and it was confirmed as Doctor 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 necessitate two rooms for just two people, I mean we 'd redeem money this way and ... ''

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

'' wellspring that 's sorta complicated papa, '' I mumbled.

'' This is just a problem with our hotel in Paris, right Stephanie ? '' dad asked, a touch of both choler and entertainment in his voice.

'' Well not exactly Daddy. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his face, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a practiced idea Daddy, so when I booked the early hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll deliver money and some of them offered exceptional extras for honeymooner and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Italian capital, Athens, the Greek Islands, Istanbul honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his unblock hand now back on the steering wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

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

He was quiet for second but I resisted the itch to break in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to await, to let him decide, react.

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

He kept taking quick coup d'oeil at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd facilitate 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 care about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the hall porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just book in and have dinner and then spill about it in the morn. But we do have to peach sweetheart, you ca n't go on thought process we ... ''

'' Yes dad, I 'm dreary about everything, '' I whispered, one bout sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame Saint James the Apostle, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted dada and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the strawman desk. `` We gave you our comfortably suite .... No extra charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the enrolment posting, a unspecific smile on his fount, `` We do n't often get newlyweds. ``

'' Merci beaucoup monsieur, '' I cooed as I leaned into dada and kissed him lightly on the sass. `` We 're so tired monsieur, '' I said turning to the managing director, `` We 'd just care to lavish and change and have dinner in our room. Can you have dinner sent up ? ``

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

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the large bedroom with its king size bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French flow bit, the balcony capable to a vista that led our eyes to Notre dame and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to papa, after we had both taken in the suite, the sight, the bloom, the fruit handbasket, the chocolates, the champagne chilling ... `` So now, what do you recollect of my little blind my affectionately hubby ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad grin on my face.

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

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

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me deplume my jumper over my fountainhead, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the room access, and dropping my little, black, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew papa was imagining every jiggle of my round full tits.

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'' What are you so happy about Thomas Young gentlewoman ? '' Daddy asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his large body encased in the luxurious gown that came with the room.

'' zilch, '' I giggled as I stood up, my white meat jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was my only covering, a gown I 'd grease one's palms just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two inch brawny body seeming to ooze top executive and sexuality with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a hazard to reply we heard the sluttish tapping on the door and Daddy pivoted and moved to suffice it, and then let in an melt off, aged, uniformed bellman, pushing a dish aerial laden cart.

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

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

'' You might hold given the poor man a nitty-gritty flack '' Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me.

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

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

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

'' They 're beautiful dearest, '' he whispered, not even noticing the drop as he drank me in.

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the intimate stress between us. We were both excited about the trip, about City of Light, about the dangerous undertaking that awaited us over the next ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the piazza we 'd heard about all our lives. We were to visit the Louvre the next morning time 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 couch in the living room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe open, and knew my wide-cut breasts were shamelessly exposed, but did n't care, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to turn down my last remaining inhibitions with my father.

'' Sit with me dada, '' I said, patting the seat succeeding to me in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the midsection of the room.

Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the sofa he watched me, his eyes flicking from my breasts to my thighs before meeting mine.

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

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

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

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' You used to date all the time, now you never do, '' I insisted.

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

'' Why were you secretly reading that psychological science record book on father-daughter relationships ? Yes I saw it in your way Daddy, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about erotic love between Father and daughter. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest sites ? Reading tarradiddle about father making love life with their girl, watching veto television, '' I demanded.

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

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. `` fuck me dad, delight fuck me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long celestial pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

'' dearest, we ca n't, '' he moaned, `` its wrong sweetie. I do n't require to spite you Steff. You 've got your all life history ahead of you, '' he groaned as his arms engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' crap daddy, '' I said as I moved my lip against his, burying my natural language deep in his mouth. If it 's so improper Daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million hitting when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a thousand studies by respected assimilator on the subject field if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so debase how descend a million Church Father are sleeping with their daughter tonight ? How come papa, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

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

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

Finally he stood naked between my leg, his angry shaft now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deep in my garden 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 first time.

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

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

'' Oh Steff, you feel so unspoilt, so everlasting, '' dada groaned as he pumped his two fingers in and out of me, finally bringing them to his mouth where he tasted his daughter for the first time.

My hand stole to his penis as he inhaled my aroma and tasted my viscous sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to pull him into my waiting puss, already clear and awash with my juices, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all nighttime honey, '' the strong, sure-footed, sexy father I 'd always known now back in dominance, all indigence for encourage artifice on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made lovemaking to by the sole 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 second base to tease my already puffy nipples, and then down to my coxa and my butt, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to rise 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 great cockhead rested lightly against my distend clit.

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

'' DADDY, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my chthonic brim stretched wide, seemingly unequal to of accepting him. `` He 's too big Daddy, '' I whimpered as he continued his assault.

'' Aaaaaaaahh dad, '' I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my slit close behind the thick head and tighten on the blue veined prick. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more inches before retreating, gradually working more of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his thickness, to his length.

And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my uterus, and then watched as kneeling between my leg, his hands lifting and separating my wooden leg, he started a stabilize musical rhythm of long, deep strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve conclusion the duration of my cunt.

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

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an equalise response from my now shuddering centre. As he lay on top of me and seized my lips in his, his natural language penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly make a motion over me, pushing his now throbbing lance even deeper.

So this is what a veridical man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first spasm shuddered through my torso, as my insides throbbed as they awaited the first burning jet of spermatozoan to inundate them. I locked my legs around his back and met every drive as the look crashed through me, the liquid thaw at my core.

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

'' STEFFIE, OH GOD STEFFIE, '' dad moaned as the last liquid state spasm of his peter filled me.

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard lance from me, its wet headspring wearing our orgasmic succus like a gallant cloak. I slid down papa 's body, 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.

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

As I gulped him in he twirled me around and moment later felt his clapper on my distend slash, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing clitoris, his diffused backtalk instantly restarting the liquid oozing, the shuddering buildup, the preliminary to my inevitable orgasm.

I thought I 'd go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouthpiece, and even attempted to lift away from his side before he grasped my posterior and pulled me back, holding me spread to his lips, a finger oceanic abyss in my ass. I could only swallow five or six in of Daddy but my two hands continued to put to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first twitch of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my articulation garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the midst, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` Jesus papa, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lips moved up his eubstance and kissed him. I could taste my snatch as our glossa met, as he licked some of his sperm from deep 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 know, Saviour, '' I finally gasped, `` Is it always like that papa ? ``

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

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

'' Pretty proficient sweetie, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we honorable try it again just to throw sure. ``

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the next sunrise, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thoughts of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The just time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four minute was for a quick shower, to freshen us before another tear of lovemaking. pappa had totally accepted what we had become, any apprehension 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 days that followed we visited Versailles, the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel column, Notre skirt ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a boat misstep down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the nighttime I lay entwined with daddy, my legs locked around his back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping fishgig, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got conjoin ten day later, married in a small church by a grin, cherubic priest in a niggling village in the south of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percentage sound observance ; perhaps most people would ring it a sham, 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 girl walking from the church, looking almost demure in my simple white wearing apparel, the lace head covering hiding my eyes as I look up into Daddy 's smiling face. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the word-painting can see the joy, the honey between the newlyweds, the sexual promise.

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

But it was the small, quixotic moments with Daddy that I treasure the most, the buss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making lovemaking on a deserted beach south of capital of Italy, walking hand in hand through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems unimaginable. God, its twelve years already since that magical summertime. I 'm a doctor now. pop and I spent seven years in capital of Massachusetts while I struggled to keep up with my classmates ; 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 little girl were born during those years, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the centre of our being, of our happiness.

We live now in the due south, in a metier sized townspeople located on the ocean, a townsfolk of backbone beaches and palm Tree, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can grab the girls and we can be in our gravy holder and on the water system in twenty arcminute. We 're well-chosen ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our honey triumphed over the fear, against the betting odds, against the naysayers warnings.

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

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whisper as I move towards his open arms, towards his smiling face, his hungry soundbox ...

THE END