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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome forefather

THE past - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' dad, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my shaking articulatio genus gently brushed against the silk sheets on his queen size bed.

'' pop, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my founder dead body, purring into his ear, my tongue vellication just an inch away, already eager to lick inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my nipple stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the subdued rag away from his golden peel I could n't help but gasp as his blond pubic haircloth came into view, and then had to oppose myself from grabbing hold of him as his long, fat diaphysis 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 liberal than Jason 's or Billy 's, the only other ones I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd finger like to run my glossa over his egg and up his long shaft, what it would palpate like to pop the fat head between my back talk and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my thirsty throat.

I knew from experience he would n't stir up unless I did something crazy, that he was almost out of the question to rouse once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Doctor, please piddle your little daughter sense better, '' I pled silently to his sluggish mannequin as I slipped under the weather sheet and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the first-class honours degree clock time I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at for the first time he must induce awakened. It was only after spending a number of dark in papa 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erecting occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and flesh out as he dreamt. I had learned to enthrall in the feeling of his callousness against me.

Over the past four month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into pa 's bed as he slept, although about nighttime I 'd only rest two or three 60 minutes before fleeing back to my elbow room, my slit prickling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both time he woke to obtain me dress out demurely in my most Conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd dwell naked in his arms for hours.

The first fourth dimension he 'd ejaculated as I lay adjacent to him I 'd been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thighs. I fled that 1st time, his sticky cream oozing down my wooden leg as I ran, but had been unable to blockade giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted dad 's sperm for the first time that night, dipping my digit again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its perfume and flavor as I sucked his source off my finger.

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

Still, tonight I 'd decided to pass the night in Daddy 's bed, have him awaken to my raw eubstance curled against him, preparing him for what was to fall, for what he 'd already started to desire.

~~~~~

'' Sweetie, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed honey ? '' was the first affair I heard the next dawn as I woke to dad gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh Daddy, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my breast, my ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect. `` I had a nightmare Daddy, a terrible nightmare, '' I said in a picayune girl 's vox as I leaned over towards him, letting him palpate my mamilla brush against his chest.

'' But beloved, Jesus '' he started to protest, his oculus raking over my firm, ripe teenage body.

'' But what Daddy ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt daddy 's big lance pumping a nocturnal emission of copious, lily-white sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

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

'' You 're my daughter truelove. You know people would n't understand you sleeping naked in your Father 's bed. ``

'' You sleep naked, '' 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 soundbox. Is something wrong with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my branch and arms, opening myself to my Daddy 's inspection.

'' Of form not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big missy now. You 've become a woman honey, '' he stammered as I saw his shaft rise from its resting stead, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his tummy. `` It 's not ripe for you to sleep in your Daddy 's bed. You should n't front at me honey when I 'm naked, '' he insisted as he saw my middle drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

dad could n't stop himself from pulling me into his tender blazonry, could n't stop himself from asking, `` What was your bad dreaming about baby ? ``

'' It was colored pa, so dark, '' I whispered, my backtalk just inches from his. `` They attacked me dad, in a dark back street, 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 hard, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling soundbox. They scared me so much papa ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with foresighted smelly beards. They wanted to dishonour me Daddy, despoil me because I 'm an American .... Oh Daddy, they were so dirty and they made me do severe affair, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

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

'' Oh Daddy ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blond ringlet on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing jibe. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth Daddy, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged pappa, each time he pushed it into my pharynx ... it hurt Daddy, '' I wept, my cheek contorted into a face of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other single put his finger in my stern, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum Daddy ... then he put his penis, his big Arab member ... .they were n't circumcised Daddy ... it was awful, filthy ... ''

'' Its okay sweetie, please blockade, its okey do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome Daddy insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his strong subdivision. `` pappa will never let you be hurt by anyone love, '' he promised, even as his rock intemperately penis tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about next year pa ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many foreigners in Boston papa. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blonde and thoroughly looking and healthy and saucy and felicitous and American English and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were more men like you pappa. I wish I could find a beau as handsome and nice as you, somebody big and unassailable 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 mite of repent evident in his spokesperson. `` You 'll find a prissy boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in love with, a boy you 'll want to marry and start a family unit with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and delirious with my compliment.

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

'' God 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 move away, in fact seemed to labor his hard ray even harder into me.

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

'' Yeah sure, '' Daddy responded, a bloom spreading across his nerve. `` I can just see all your eighteen year old high-pitched schoolhouse girlfriends thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the mentation of my sexy teenage admirer getting off on him.

'' You 're only thirty-seven Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of Daddy 's cock throbbing against me. `` When you came out survive 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 a good deal papa. 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 hold heard what they said daddy when you left ... about how they 'd wish to get you alone and need off your suit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm dreary dear, I wo n't wear it again, I did n't mean to stymy ... ''

'' Its okey Daddy, I liked it. I 'm proud of my daddy, proud they think you 're such a aphrodisiac man. Their sire are both old guys, its only you my acquaintance dream of. Monica told me she got so worked up when she had her medical, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our trunk. `` Do n't you like it that young little girl want you Daddy ? '' I teased after a long intermission. `` Would n't you like to make do it to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other protagonist ? ``

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

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't cerebrate they have prissy bodies Daddy ? You do n't think they 're aphrodisiacal when you see them naked in your post ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're nice girls love, but they 're too Cy Young for me ... ''

'' They 're woman now Daddy, like me. Do n't you think I 'm pretty ? Sexy ? Do n't you think men want me ? '' I cooed into his ear, each breathing place 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 girl, your lilliputian young lady, would you desire to micturate love to me pop ? '' I pressed him for an answer even as my fingers moved onto and around his hardness.

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

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

I was on my back naked, my legs spread, when dada reappeared proceedings later, drops of urine dotting his tolerant breast, a Patrick White towel wrapped around his shank. I had one knee joint raised in the air, and my thin strands of blond pubic fuzz were no barrier as his heart locked on my pink insides as he approached the bed.

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

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

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

'' He 'll never fit, it 's too big, '' I giggled as I watched pa try to stuff his fat cock under the inadequate material. `` I like it when I see him so hard Daddy, do you need any help ? '' I continued as papa blushed and turned away from my eagre eyes.

Finally dressed, he turned back to me and gave me a warm osculation on the forehead before saying, `` Now you be unspoiled today Steffie. I should be home around seven ; do you desire me to cull up something for dinner ? ``

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

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

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

'' Oh Jesus, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the look door slammed shut, the finger of my will hand snaking down between my already tone down thigh. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the paries mirror facing the bed, and could see my binge nether lip, my raise clitoris, my finger's breadth as they slowly spread my puss and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to cope with my probing fingerbreadth, yet even this inadequate replacement for Daddy 's big prick still brought me to a shuddering sexual climax in proceedings, my foiling assuaged momentarily by my copious outlay. I brought my sopping finger to my mouth and reveled in my taste, wishing only that it was mixed with pa 's deep white sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index finger, `` Just four more days pop. We 'll create love for the showtime metre in genus Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

I 'd often slipped into Daddy 's bed over the lastly eight years, ever since the day Mom had run off with her fan and left us. It had always been innocent until finally February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the male child my age who in increasing numbers were flocking around me ; neither billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that Daddy could arouse with just one kind look, one gesture, one caress. Lying in pop 's bed, still quick from his body, I thought back to that February nighttime four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.

FEBUARY 1994

Daddy had surprised me on that night four month ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's about glamorous night spots - my coming out party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that workweek into the September 1994 entrant Class of Harvard checkup school

I had worn high heel and my sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk issue, to celebrate the occasion, my breasts free under the low cut top, the senior high school slit in the garb exposing my firm, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy 's mouth had plopped undecided, clearly stunned at the characterisation I made.

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

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

It was the complete evening and papa made me find like a female child who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior plan or witting desire suddenly started to do by him like a real man, a sexy man. I danced closer than I would throw normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after sight of my total chest, my hard red-faced nipples ; sitting, I moved my apparel so the puss was towards the figurehead, my wispy thin red silk panties continually exposed to his thirsty stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my chest, my voiceless nipples into his chest, grinding my hillock into him as my fingers gently caressed his hairsbreadth, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the first time, felt Daddy 's chummy spear friction, probing urgently against my stomach. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when Billy, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with excitement when we finally got home plate after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine-coloured and the sexual vim echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new wild, impossible, incestuous sexual thoughts whirling through my learning ability. Waiting, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped software program as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the small rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect white off-white sitting on a bed of black silk. A lineup had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the sheeny string, and recognizing dada 's illumination scrawl, and shaking I read :

Dear Stephanie

I 'm so gallant of you Steff ! No Father of the Church on earth has ever been favorable than I - to have a daughter as form and beautiful and intelligent and nice and caring and loving as you is the best thing that could possibly induce happened to me.

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you dwelling house from the infirmary. To recollect that today that piddling girl is now 18 and soon will be leaving me for university and adulthood is almost inexplicable. I 'm so lofty 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 more than than you ; I ca n't suppose having lived my life-time without you in it. You bring so a lot joy into my life

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

p.s. I thought maybe you 'd like to fag out these drop when we have dinner in Paris this summertime

I think it was that bit in time when I realized there was no one in the existence I 'd rather spend my life story with, that there was no one else in the human beings I wanted to make love to more than pappa. As I stood sobbing in his munition, being hugged and kissed by the only individual I had ever loved, I felt a upsurge of sexual attraction echo through my body, my knife, my lips, my mamilla, my fluent inside, my whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with Billy in the hind seat of his car, the necking, the touching, the frantic wrestling ; 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 time, a penis penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my physical structure was now doing, feeling, demanding, urging.

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

'' Oh pa, your Holy Scripture, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the only man I 'll ever lie with, '' 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 comprehend that we were destined to be joined in every way.

I could finger a shiver of agitation tremor through his consistence as our lingua met and explored and could n't help but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his weapon, I ended up facing away from Daddy, my firm bum pushed back against his erection, his hands suddenly full of my breasts. For just a msec I felt his fingers caress me, crush me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, gumming, `` Oh Jesus Christ Steff, I 'm sorry, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them pappa, '' I asked, ignoring his apology as I slipped the ivory into his lead hired man and leaned back against his chest.

'' Of course honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly gladiolus to have something barren to do, relieve that I had n't seemed to point out his furtive touch.

His workforce were same satin as they moved over my shoulder joint and gently caressed my neck opening as he lifted my recollective blond curls to bare me for his ring of drop. I could experience his breather on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end gaffe free, allowing the assuredness, white balls to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh Daddy, they 're frigidity and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my wearing apparel away from my soundbox, pretending I wanted to see the string of balls swinging between my tits, knowing dada would see my wax titty, my now straining pap 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 grip behind my cervix. But I could feel Daddy 's fervour throbbing into the crack of my rear end 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 married person, my buff, my lonesome future.

'' Look at the bone Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in front of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti melt off shoulder strap off my shoulder joint and let my top drop to my waist, baring my business firm, full orbs to his startled eyes.

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

'' There just breasts Daddy, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the off-white flavour on me, '' and then started to whirl the necklace over my chest. `` They keep getting stuck on my nipples dad, '' I complained with a little slur, faking a insobriety that I did n't really sense. `` Are they too long pa, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, steadfastly nipple between my thumb and fingerbreadth, presenting a wide, firm orb to him.

'' They 're perfect honey, '' he answered grinning, clearly now amused at his fiddling daughters show, believing that this was an innocent girl play and not a grievous sexual act.

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

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his love for me so crystalise. As I fell back on the bed I could see a moments hesitancy before his handwriting moved to my waist and pulled my wearing apparel over my hips and down my legs, leaving me au naturel except for my pearl and silk panties.

As he hung my dress in my closet I started to lower my red pant, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my step-in only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me avail, '' he offered in his near fatherly interpreter, as if he was just helping me with preparation or the dishes, but I could feel the tremor in his fingers as he touched me.

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

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

After finally getting me dress 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 minutes Daddy, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What honey ? ``

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

'' Sure honey, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a mo hesitation his pants, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his white boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond fuzz. Feigning rest, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my sassing were to a lesser extent than a half column inch from his face, each of my breather gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his warm chest.

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

~~~~~

Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the side by side sunrise, a doubt burning in my head as I urgently shook him waken, wanting an solvent to something he had written in his letter.

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

'' What did you mean about French capital and drop in your letter last night dada ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

'' fountainhead, do you go on to be doing anything on June 23rd by any chance my dear ? '' he asked mysteriously as he reached for an gasbag sitting on the tabular array future to his bed.

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

Smiling he handed me the envelope which soon yielded two aeroplane tag. 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 pop ? Which two are going to Paris ? '' I asked, more confounded now than ever.

'' fountainhead I thought that physician Roderick S. James and his endearing daughter, miss Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten hebdomad touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a wide smiling out of the question to hold 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 worker and the hospital organization that he will be out of the country for the metre time period covered by those tickets my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his live on chance to break his beautiful daughter advice and instruction before she flings herself out into the greater human race. ``

I did n't devote him a prospect to say another Bible as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kisses. But I could n't assist but discover his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a quiver of both fear and turmoil as I saw Daddy 's penis for the kickoff clock time, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's gruelling I wondered as Daddy asked, `` I take it you 're complimentary then Miss Saint James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the tickets - it 's up to you to resolve where we 'll go and when. You got four calendar month to determine and then to account book the rooms and automobile and flights and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

spring 1994

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

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

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

girl do jazz their fathers like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an only child whose mother had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my mammy office and become pappa 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those months. I dressed better, no more blue jean or sweats and stool pigeon at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and annulus ensembles, just sexy enough that Daddy could n't ignore the adult female I 'd become.

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each fourth dimension just seconds longer than pattern, making dad palpate the woman I was.

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

I even teased him from meter 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 girlfriend, how come he was spending so much sentence at plate. `` I 'm only going to have you for a few more calendar month'sweetie, '' he 'd reply as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, could n't aid but remark the erecting Daddy 'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose gown allowing his roving middle well-fixed memory access to my wide, firm breasts.

We did n't talk about what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared daddy. But I knew he was studying the trouble, trying to face these taboo desires that were threatening to sweep over 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 data processor browsing story increasingly led me to the sites Daddy had been surfing, sites that had account of, and actual videos of sire making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

I remembered all this as I lay in Daddy 's bed that June morning time, stroking myself, a pitiable backup man for what I wanted, what I needed. But we 'd be European Community soon, then I knew it 'd bump ...

JUNE 23rd 1994 - genus Paris

Our flight left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles River De Gaulle airport in Paris at seven pm French time.

After finally collecting our cup of tea and clearing customs, something the French are master key at making difficult, we finally got out of the aerodrome around nine-thirty, and as Daddy drove our rented car towards our belittled but upscale four star hotel on the Left banking company I started to let the cat out of the bag, knowing I had to explain exactly what I had done before we got there.

'' About the hotel pappa, our way, '' I started tentatively.

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

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

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

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a misunderstanding at low, 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 dear spit it out, '' he ordered as his hand left the direction wheel for a second and caressed my thigh.

'' Well, '' I started again, my look now scrunched up in a near face, `` The hotel might be expecting a matrimonial couple pa, a couple on their honeymoon. ``

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a fox feeling crossing his face, his fingerbreadth momentarily tightening on my bare upper berth leg.

Rushing now, eager to spill the totally history in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online registration variant papa, I must throw filled in the wrongfulness box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one way and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs. St. James and I do n't roll in the hay, I did n't exchange it ... you know it was sorta shady, and then I thought we really did n't necessitate two rooms for just two people, I mean we 'd make unnecessary money this way and ... ''

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

'' well that 's sorta complicated pappa, '' I mumbled.

'' This is just a problem with our hotel in Paris, right Stephanie ? '' Daddy asked, a feeling of both choler and amusement in his voice.

'' Well not exactly pop. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his font, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a trade good idea Daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll carry through money and some of them offered limited supernumerary for newlyweds and ... ''

'' So we 're man and married woman in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Italian capital, Greek capital, the Greek Islands, Istanbul beloved ? '' he asked, the finger's breadth of his give up paw now back on the steerage wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

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

He was unruffled for minutes but I resisted the urge to burst in, to explain, to excuse, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, to let him make up one's mind, 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, shy vox. Getting no straightaway response from me he went on, `` I know you think dear, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for papa, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking quick glimpse at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd help him. `` I know I should get said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to believe that ... .. that maybe you thought my consistence reaction to you signify something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh dump, we 're here, '' he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the parkway fronting the hotel. `` Lets not concern about it for tonight honey, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just Scripture in and have dinner and then talk about it in the morning. But we do induce to talk sweetie, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

'' Yes Daddy, I 'm sad about everything, '' I whispered, one bust sliding down my cheek.

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'' Ah Docteur, Madame James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. `` We gave you our just entourage .... No excess charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the readjustment board, a broad smile 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 mouth. `` We 're so tired monsieur, '' I said turning to the manager, `` We 'd just like to shower and alteration and have dinner in our room. Can you cause dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his wholly consistency signaling approval as his eyes hungrily roved over my young, right body, wishing it was he who was going to drop the night in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the magnanimous sleeping room with its king sizing bed and the large dining/living way both elegantly furnished in beautiful Gallic period pieces, the balcony afford to a scene that led our eyes to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the scene, the blossom, the fruit basket, the burnt umber, the bubbly cooling system ... `` So now, what do you think of my piffling subterfuge my dear husband ? '' 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 gentle slap on my butt as I started towards the washroom.

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

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me extract my sweater over my head, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the door, and dropping my little, black, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew Daddy was imagining every jiggle of my round good tits.

~~~~~

'' What are you so felicitous about immature lady ? '' 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.

'' nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my white meat jiggling under the melt off, silk, pearl robe that was my only covering, a robe I 'd corrupt just for tonight. God, he 's fine-looking I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two inch muscular body seeming to exude power and sex with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a chance to answer we heard the light tapping on the door and Daddy pivoted and moved to resolve it, and then let in an thin, elderly, uniformed bellboy, pushing a dish 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 eyes rushed to my cleavage, to the dark circles that showed through the cut 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 tabular array, continually taking straightaway glance at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the way by Daddy, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward.

'' You might throw given the poor man a fondness attempt '' 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 robe opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between my breasts. `` Do you care them ? '' I asked.

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the sexual tension between us. We were both excited about the tripper, about capital of France, about the adventures that awaited us over the following ten week. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the berth we 'd heard about all our lives. We were to visit the fin the future morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as Daddy wheeled the handcart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the sofa in the living elbow room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe subject, and knew my full phase of the moon 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 lour my last left inhibitions with my father.

'' Sit with me pappa, '' I said, patting the seat future 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 eye flicking from my breasts to my thighs before meeting mine.

'' You 're as bad as the bellboy, '' I giggled nervously, my aplomb suddenly gone, knowing the side by side few transactions were so vital to my future happiness.

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

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

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

'' So why have n't you gone out on a escort for the in conclusion four months ? ``

'' 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 psychology Christian Bible on father-daughter relationship ? Yes I saw it in your room pop, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too pappa, where it talks about incest, about love between fathers and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest website ? Reading stories about begetter making passion with their daughters, watching forbidden videos, '' I demanded.

'' How hail you always get an hard-on every time I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to punt at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my hired man sliding under his robe and grasping his thick peter. `` ass me pappa, please lie with me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his prospicient terminal now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

'' honey, we ca n't, '' he moaned, `` its faulty sweetie. I do n't want to ache you Steff. You 've got your whole spirit 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 backtalk against his, burying my knife deep in his mouth. If it 's so haywire daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million bang when you type in father-daughter incest on rube, how come there 's been a thousand studies by respected learner on the study if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so strange, so abuse how come a million fathers are sleeping with their daughter tonight ? How come pop, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

'' GOD STEPHANIE, '' he finally roared, a primal 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 present moment of panic, of fear, as I saw the raw male lust burning deeply inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too latterly maybe, if I had made a mistake, if we were n't about to sweep some inviolate line.

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

Finally he stood naked between my legs, his raging cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its keenness to be buried bass 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 twice the sizing of Jason 's I thought, and even he had hurt me the first time.

He grabbed my behind cheeks and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my legs, his heavyset pipe organ now bouncing between my thighs as he lowered his lips onto mine.

'' Oh pop yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my sassing and moved his tongue over my chin and down onto an aching teat, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt low gear one and then a mo finger slickness inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.

'' Oh Steff, you feel so full, so perfective tense, '' pa 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 member as he inhaled my aroma and tasted my glutinous sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to pluck him into my waiting pussy, already opened and awash with my juices, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all night love, '' the firm, confident, aphrodisiacal Padre I 'd always known now back in control, all need for far artifice on my region now gone, I was finally going to be made dear to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't need any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the insight I craved. As he ran his helping hand from my hair down over my breasts, stopping just for a second to tease my already gusty nipple, and then down to my articulatio coxae and my seat, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to rise 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 large cockhead rested lightly against my distend clit.

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

'' DADDY, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my nether lips stretched wide, seemingly incompetent 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 fatheaded straits and tighten on the blue air veined ray of light. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more inch before retreating, gradually working more of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his thickness, to his length.

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

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

Faster and faster he pistoned, each oceanic abyss penetration now producing an equal reaction from my now shuddering centre. As he lay on top of me and seized my brim in his, his tongue penetrating me, his pelvis started to relentlessly be active over me, pushing his now throbbing peter even deeper.

So this is what a material man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first cramp shuddered through my physical structure, as my inside throbbed as they awaited the first electrocution jet of sperm to flood them. I locked my legs around his back and met every poke as the feeling crashed through me, the liquid thaw at my core.

'' OH DADDDDY, '' I groaned or maybe screamed as I felt his big member jerk inside of me, followed by a liquidity burst, then again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing opening in my depths, an acceptance of his seed.

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

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

'' Jesus child, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my hand continued to pump him relentlessly while the other found and squeezed his fasten sack and balls, all the piece trying to squeeze even more of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go looney as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouthpiece, and even attempted to lift away from his face before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me paste to his sassing, a finger trench in my ass. I could only swallow five or six column inch of Daddy but my two hands continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the world-class twitching of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my voice garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my back talk, almost gagging on the midst, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` the Nazarene Daddy, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lips moved up his dead body and kissed him. I could try out my cunt as our tongues 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 nighttime broken only by our rasping breathing.

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

'' Oh sweetheart, 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 all right dada, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

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

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the future dawn, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thoughts of the Louvre and the Anglesea Lisa long forgotten. The only meter either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a quick cascade, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. pa had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the Louvre two day later. And in the 24-hour interval that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel column, Notre Dame ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a gravy holder trip down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the night I lay entwined with Daddy, my legs locked around his backrest, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping lance, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got married ten days later, married in a pocket-sized Christian church by a smiling, angelical priest in a little village in the Dixieland of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred pct legal ceremony ; perhaps most people would send for 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 depiction today I see an innocuous fille walking from the church, looking almost demure in my unsubdivided gabardine dress, the lace veil hiding my heart as I look up into Daddy 's smiling face. We 're both obviously felicitous ; anyone looking at the pictures can see the joy, the love between the newlyweds, the sexual promise.

The rest period of that wonderful summer is etched forever in my store ; Barcelona and Seville in Espana, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the amphitheatre, the warm Waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the amobarbital sodium Mosque in Istanbul ... it was utter, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small-scale, amatory moments with Daddy that I treasure the most, the candy kiss as the sun set at ness Sounion, making passion on a abandoned beach south of Italian capital, walking manus in hand through the Alhambra ...

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

Our three miss were born during those long time, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the centre of our creation, of our happiness.

We live now in the south, in a sensitive sized townsfolk located on the ocean, a Ithiel Town of gumption beaches and laurel wreath Tree, a Town where after closing the clinic for the day, my married man and I can catch the miss and we can be in our gravy holder and on the water in twenty minutes. We 're well-chosen ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our dear triumphed over the care, against the betting odds, against the naysayers warnings.

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

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

THE END