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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE PAST - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' Daddy, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my shaking knees gently brushed against the silk flat solid on his king sizing bed.

'' Daddy, are you wake up ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers body, purring into his ear, my tongue twitching just an inch away, already tidal bore to lap inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my teat stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft shroud away from his golden pelt I could n't help but gasp as his blonde pubic hairs came into vista, and then had to fight myself from grabbing hold of him as his long, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the hundredth prison term, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so lots bigger than Jason 's or Billy 's, the only other ones I had ever seen. Licking my rim, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his egg and up his longsighted shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat head between my sass and what his sperm would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he would n't wake unless I did something crazy, that he was almost unsufferable to rouse once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh doc, please pee-pee your short daughter finger better, '' I pled silently to his inert form as I slipped under the shroud and fit myself against him.

It had surprised me the 1st sentence I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at firstly he must own awakened. It was only after spending a routine of dark in Daddy 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again as the 60 minutes passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to please in the notion of his hardness against me.

Over the past four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although nigh Night I 'd only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my elbow room, my pussy tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both times he woke to feel me dress demurely in my most cautious p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lain nude in his arms for hours.

The initiative prison term he 'd ejaculated as I lay side by side to him I 'd been stunned, certainly that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my tum and thighs. I fled that number one time, his sticky cream oozing down my ramification as I ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted pappa 's sperm for the first of all time that nighttime, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its smell and feel as I sucked his seed off my finger.

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

Still, tonight I 'd decided to spend the night in 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.

~~~~~

'' steady, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed honey ? '' was the first affair I heard the succeeding morning as I woke to daddy gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh Daddy, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my breast, my ruby tipped mammilla immediately jumping erect. `` I had a nightmare papa, a terrible nightmare, '' I said in a piddling lady friend 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my nipple brush against his chest.

'' But beloved, the Nazarene '' he started to dissent, his oculus raking over my firm, ripe teenage body.

'' But what Daddy ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the dark and felt Daddy 's big shaft of light pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, Stanford White sauce across my bum and thighs.

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

'' I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the soft silk against my skin, '' I added, feeling now the coat stickiness that still hung on my cover and second joint, Daddy 's spermatozoan coating me.

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

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

'' Of line not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big girlfriend now. You 've become a woman honey, '' he stammered as I saw his cock rise from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. `` It 's not rightfulness for you to sleep in your pappa 's bed. You should n't search at me honey when I 'm naked, '' he insisted as he saw my center drift downward to the awakening giant.

'' Even though I had a nightmare pappa ? I was so scare away, '' I moaned fearfully.

Daddy could n't blockade himself from pulling me into his ardent arms, could n't stop himself from asking, `` What was your bad pipe dream about child ? ``

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

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

'' They hit me dad ... so hard, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling torso. They scared me so much dada ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, foul men with long smelly beards. They wanted to dishonor me pop, plunder me because I 'm an American .... Oh papa, they were so dirty and they made me do terrible affair, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

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

'' Oh dad ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his weapon, the blonde curls on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulse pecker. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth Daddy, he made me eat up him. Oh God, I gagged pop, each sentence he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt papa, '' I wept, my case contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other I put his finger in my tail end, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum pa ... then he put his penis, his big Arabian member ... .they were n't circumcised papa ... it was dreadful, lousy ... ''

'' Its okay sweetie, please stop, its OK do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome Daddy insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his strong arms. `` Daddy will never let you be hurt by anyone dearest, '' he promised, even as his sway tough phallus tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about next year Daddy ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many foreigners in Boston daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we 're blonde and good looking and good for you and wise and happy and American English and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were more men like you daddy. I wish I could retrieve a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, individual big and strong to protect me, the son 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 rue evident in his vocalisation. `` You 'll get hold a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in love with, a boy you 'll desire to get hitched with and start a family with, '' he continued, but I could see he was felicitous and excited 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 fuddled, 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 Brigham Young miss like you, '' he protested, but made no attempt to go away, in fact seemed to push his hard slam even harder into me.

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

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

'' You 're only thirty-seven Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of Daddy 's peter throbbing against me. `` When you came out last 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 matter Daddy .... Your penis, it stretched your suit so much Daddy. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

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

'' You should give heard what they said dad when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and contract off your suit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm blue honey, I wo n't wear it again, I did n't mean to embarrass ... ''

'' Its okey papa, I liked it. I 'm majestic of my Daddy, proud they think you 're such a aphrodisiacal man. Their Fatherhood are both old guys, its only you my friends dreaming of. Monica told me she got so commove when she had her health check, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my centre drifting down towards the deep red cock that lay between our bodies. `` Do n't you like it that young girls want you dad ? '' I teased after a long intermission. `` Would n't you like to make love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other acquaintance ? ``

'' They 're just young woman Steffie ; I 'd never consume sex with vernal friends of yours, I 've known them since they were small girl, they 're my patient role, '' he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.

'' You do n't wish them ? You do n't reckon they have Nice body daddy ? You do n't remember they 're sexy when you see them naked in your bureau ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're Nice girls honey, but they 're too new for me ... ''

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

'' Of course of study, you 're beautiful honey, but ... '' he stuttered, reddening as he spoke.

'' If I was n't your girl, your little young lady, would you need to make love to me pop ? '' I pressed him for an solution even as my digit moved onto and around his hardness.

'' Jesus 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 Thomas More minutes Daddy, '' I pled as he disappeared into his bathroom. What 's he thinking about I wondered as I heard the shower running. I know your body wants me Daddy but what about you ?

I was on my binding naked, my legs facing pages, when Daddy reappeared minutes later, drop curtain of water dotting his spacious chest, a Elwyn Brooks White towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin chain of blond pubic hair were no barrier as his eyes locked on my pink insides as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, time to get up, you do n't want to be previous for shoal, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his hand over my judder genu and up and down my inner thigh.

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

'' I have an operation at eight honey, I got ta spate, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull his briefs up his hairy leg, 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 pop blushed and turned away from my eagre eyes.

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

'' Some Siamese maybe, '' I suggested.

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

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

'' Oh Redeemer, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the strawman door slammed shut, the fingers of my left hand snaking down between my already moistness thigh. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the bulwark mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether lips, my put up clit, my fingerbreadth as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to fulfill my probing finger, yet even this inadequate surrogate for Daddy 's big dick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in minute, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my copious spending. I brought my sopping digit to my oral cavity and reveled in my penchant, wishing only that it was mixed with Daddy 's thick white sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index finger, `` Just four more solar day Daddy. We 'll construct love for the number one time in Paris, '' I promised myself aloud.

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

FEBUARY 1994

Daddy had surprised me on that Nox four calendar month ago, taking me out for an eventide of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous Nox smudge - my coming out party he had called it. A jubilation of my being accepted that hebdomad into the September 1994 newbie form of Harvard medical school day

I had worn high heels and my sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk phone number, to observe the occasion, my chest free under the low cut top, the senior high school cunt in the garb exposing my firm, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and dada 's mouth had plopped assailable, clearly stunned at the picture I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how good it felt to stimulate 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 pappa silly, I thought to myself as he walked me arm-in-arm to the car, but still remembered the comments my acquaintance were always making about pop, about how they 'd sleep together to be alone with him.

It was the double-dyed eventide and Daddy made me feel like a fille 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 existent man, a sexy man. I danced closer than I would have normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had aspect after view of my wax breasts, my hard cherry pap ; sitting, I moved my attire so the prick was towards the front, my wispy thin red silk panty continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my knocker, my hard mammilla into his chest, grinding my pile into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the number 1 time, felt pop 's thick spear rubbing, probing urgently against my abdomen. 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 after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine-colored and the sexual energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new state of nature, impossible, incestuous sexual cerebration whirling through my mental capacity. Waiting, wondering what next, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it papa, '' I asked as I opened the lowly rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfective Andrew D. White pearls sitting on a bed of black silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the lustrous string, and recognizing Daddy 's illumination scrawl, and shaking I read :

Dear Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No father on world has ever been favorable than I - to deliver a daughter as kind and beautiful and intelligent and squeamish and lovingness and loving as you is the skilful thing that could possibly have got happened to me.

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

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

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

p.s. I thought maybe you 'd wish to wear these bead 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 with, that there was no one else in the macrocosm I wanted to make love to more than Daddy. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the merely mortal I had ever loved, I felt a surge of intimate attractor Echo through my consistence, my tongue, my backtalk, my mamilla, my liquid interior, my whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with Billy in the back seat of his car, the kissing, the touching, the frantic grappling ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of son and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the night with Jason, just workweek 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, feeling, demanding, urging.

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

'' Oh Daddy, your Son, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the only man I 'll ever jazz, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to pick out 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 sense a shiver of excitement tremor through his body as our glossa met and explored and could n't help but experience the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his arms, I ended up facing away from pop, my firm bum pushed back against his hard-on, his custody suddenly full of my knocker. For just a msec I felt his fingers fondle me, gouge me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, `` Oh Good Shepherd Steff, I 'm sorry, I didn't.. ''

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

'' Of course honey, '' he said eagerly, clearly glad to have something innocent to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to notice his surreptitious touch.

His mitt were like satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my long blond gyre to denudate me for his gang of pearls. I could experience his breathing spell on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end slip free, allowing the sang-froid, White person balls to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh pappa, they 're cold and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my dress away from my eubstance, pretending I wanted to see the string of balls swinging between my tits, knowing papa would see my wide-cut breast, my now straining nipples as he slowly pulled the fibril upward.

'' Sorry honey, I 'm a real butterfingers tonight, '' he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck. But I could feel dada 's excitement throbbing into the cleft of my rear and knew he was feeling the same emotions and desires that were exploding inside of me.

'' They 're beautiful, '' I sang as I danced away from him and into my elbow room, my song of joy a reflection of the felicity I felt at finding my life collaborator, my lover, my alone future.

'' Look at the pearls pa, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in front of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin straps off my shoulders and let my top pearl to my shank, baring my firm, full-of-the-moon orbs to his jump eyes.

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

'' There just knocker pop, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the off-white look on me, '' and then started to whirl the necklace over my thorax. `` They keep getting stuck on my tit dada, '' I complained with a petty slur, faking a drunkenness that I did n't really palpate. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, unfaltering nipple between my thumb and finger, presenting a full, firm orb to him.

'' They 're perfect honey, '' he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his little daughters show, believing that this was an innocent daughter play and not a dangerous sexual act.

'' I had a arrant day pappa, I love you so much, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his firm, welcoming arms. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

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

As he hung my attire in my closet I started to lower my red knickers, struggling so that when he turned back my stage were in the air and my scanty only at mid thigh. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his most fatherly interpreter, as if he was just helping me with homework or the dishes, but I could finger the tremor in his fingers as he touched me.

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

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

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

'' check for a few minutes papa, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What love ? ``

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

'' Sure honey, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a moments reluctance his drawers, slipped under the sail next to me, down now to only his white boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were lupus erythematosus than a half inch from his cheek, each of my hint gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his strong chest.

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

~~~~~

dad was still sleeping when I entered his room the next morning, a question burning in my brain as I urgently shook him wake up, wanting an solution to something he had written in his letter.

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

'' What did you mean about City of Light and drop in your missive last night Daddy ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

'' No pappa, you know commencement ceremony on the 21st and then I 'm resign for the summer. ``

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

'' Well I thought that medico Roderick S. James and his lovely daughter, girl Stephanie Danielle James might just do good from ten hebdomad touring the Continent, '' daddy said smugly, a extensive grinning unimaginable to defend back.

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

'' Doctor James has already told his fellow and the hospital presidency that he will be out of the country for the time full stop covered by those tickets my love, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his conclusion chance to give his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the greater mankind. ``

I did n't give him a chance to say another news as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in candy kiss. But I could n't help oneself but discover his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fear and agitation as I saw Daddy 's penis for the first time, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge.

How big is it when it 's punishing I wondered as Daddy asked, `` I take it you 're costless then miss James ? ``

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

'' That 's your job sweetie. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the just the ticket - it 's up to you to decide where we 'll go and when. You got four calendar month to settle and then to Quran the elbow room and cars and flight and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

give 1994

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

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

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

Daughters do love their Church Father 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 direct my Mommies station and become pop 's girl.

I set out to seduce him over those months. I dressed better, no More jeans or sweats and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and chick ensembles, just sexy enough that daddy could n't brush aside the cleaning woman I 'd become.

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each clock time just seconds longer than convention, making Daddy find the woman I was.

I 'd connect him in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a gown, and would snuggle against him as we watched a charter movie I 'd chosen. Over those weeks and calendar month Daddy increasingly stayed abode more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his mixer life now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from time to fourth dimension, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girl, how cum he was spending so much fourth dimension at home. `` I 'm only going to bear you for a few more than 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 help but note the erections Daddy 'd spring up as I wriggled against him, my sluttish robe allowing his roving optic tardily access code to my total, firm breasts.

We did n't discuss what was happening to us over those month, we were in a silent, sexual, mating saltation that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the trouble, trying to look these veto desires that were threatening to whelm him.

I found the Christian Bible hidden in his chamber, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic accounts of vivid, incestuous sex. His computer browsing history increasingly led me to the sites dada had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual telecasting of begetter making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

Our flight left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the morn, arriving at Charles II De Gaulle Airport in genus Paris at seven pm Daniel Chester French time.

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

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

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

'' The reservation 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 look at me, a big grinning on his face.

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

'' C'mon dearest spittle it out, '' he ordered as his hand left the steerage wheel for a second gear and fondle my thigh.

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

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a confused looking crossing his brass, his finger momentarily tightening on my bare speed leg.

Rushing now, bore to run out the whole story in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online registration form pappa, I must receive filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one elbow room and it was confirmed as Dr. and Mrs. James and I do n't screw, I did n't change it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't take two rooms for just two citizenry, I mean we 'd save 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 ? '' pa asked, a tactual sensation of both anger and entertainment in his voice.

'' Well not exactly Daddy. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his face, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a dear estimate Daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll lay aside money and some of them offered extra extra for newlywed and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in genus Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Roma, Athens, the Greek Islands, Stambul honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his free script now back on the steerage wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes Daddy, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but recollect you did fall in me full province for booking the ... ''

He was quiet for arcminute but I resisted the itch to weaken in, to explicate, to apologise, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to waitress, 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 nerves evident in his stammering, unsure voice. Getting no immediate response from me he went on, `` I know you think beloved, ... since your natal day I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for daddy, ... that maybe something ... ''

He kept taking ready glances at me as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable hoping I 'd help him. `` I know I should hold said something before, '' he went on, `` I 've wanted to but ... if I 've led you to conceive that ... .. that maybe you thought my body response to you intend something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh damn, we 're here, '' he swore in aggravation as we pulled into the drive fronting the hotel. `` Lets not worry about it for tonight beloved, '' he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, `` we 'll just Holy Scripture in and have dinner and then talk about it in the break of day. But we do sustain to verbalise sweetie, you ca n't go on thinking we ... ''

'' Yes pop, I 'm sorry about everything, '' I whispered, one bout sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame James IV, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted pa and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the forepart desk. `` We gave you our expert rooms .... No extra charge, '' the manager said after we had filled in the registration cards, a wide 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 lips. `` We 're so wear upon monsieur, '' I said turning to the handler, `` We 'd just like to shower and variety and have dinner in our room. Can you have dinner sent up ? ``

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his wholly body signaling approval as his center hungrily roved over my Danton True Young, mature consistency, wishing it was he who was going to drop the night in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a stunning cortege, the tumid bedroom with its business leader size bed and the declamatory dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period pieces, the balcony afford to a vista that led our eyes to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine River beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to dad, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the heyday, the fruit basket, the chocolates, the champagne cooling ... `` So now, what do you think of my little subterfuge my darling hubby ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad grin on my face.

'' Not bad Mrs. Henry James, '' he finally conceded. `` Now go and get your shower, our dinner party 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 dad ? I think I read they have a piddle famine over here, '' I offered with a sparkle in my optic,

'' Go ! '' he ordered laughing, as he watched me pull my sweater over my head, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the doorway, and dropping my piddling, black-market, silk demi-bra as I walked, I knew pop was imagining every jiggle of my round of golf wax tits.

~~~~~

'' What are you so happy about young lady ? '' dad asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his bombastic organic structure encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

'' nil, '' I giggled as I stood up, my knocker jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was my lonesome covering, a robe I 'd corrupt just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six base, two column inch hefty body seeming to ooze out power and gender with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a chance to respond we heard the easy tapping on the door and dada pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an fragile, 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 centre rushed to my segmentation, to the dark circles that showed through the slenderize silk, to the hem of my robe, only just covering my blond curls.

It took him stumbling proceedings to unload the tray, to set the board, continually taking straightaway glances at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by dada, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward.

'' You might have given the poor man a heart blast '' 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 pappa, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the gown opened even wider, exposing the pearl as they dangled in the valley between my knocker. `` Do you care them ? '' I asked.

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in cattiness of the intimate tension between us. We were both excited about the misstep, about Paris, about the risky venture that awaited us over the side by side ten week. Neither of us had ever visited European Community before and looked forward to visiting all the seat we 'd listen about all our life sentence. We were to see the Louvre Museum the adjacent morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as papa wheeled the go-cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the sofa in the livelihood room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my gown open, and live my full knocker were shamelessly exposed, but did n't care, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to lower my last remaining inhibitions with my father.

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

Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the lounge he watched me, his middle flicking from my white meat to my thighs before meeting mine.

'' You 're as bad as the bellboy, '' I giggled nervously, my assuredness suddenly gone, knowing the next few min were so vital to my future happiness.

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

'' You do n't want to bonk me Daddy ? '' I demanded.

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

'' So why have n't you gone out on a engagement for the last four calendar 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 psychology book on father-daughter family relationship ? Yes I saw it in your room pa, '' I said as I saw him about to resist. `` I read it too dada, where it talks about incest, about love life between Padre and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest internet site ? Reading stories about Father-God making love with their daughters, watching forbidden videos, '' I demanded.

'' How issue forth you always get an erection every time I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to lbf. at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his aflutter looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

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

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

'' Irish bull dad, '' I said as I moved my backtalk against his, burying my tongue deep in his rima oris. If it 's so wrong pappa, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million striking when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a M studies by respected scholarly person on the depicted object if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so perverted how come a million begetter 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 brim as he stood, effortlessly lifting me and then carrying me towards the bedroom.

Watching his oculus as he carried me, I had a moment of panic, of fear, as I saw the raw male person lust burning recondite inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too late maybe, if I had made a mistake, if we were n't about to bilk 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 spreadeagle, my wooden leg hanging over the border of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his gown as he fumbled urgently to get it off.

Finally he stood nude between my branch, his angry cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deep in my pink, moist sheathe.

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

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

'' Oh Daddy yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my backtalk and moved his tongue over my chin and down onto an aching teat, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Savior, '' I screamed when I felt first one and then a endorsement finger sideslip inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.

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

My paw stole to his member as he inhaled my scent and tasted my viscid sex, and now fear gone, I grasped him and tried to pull him into my waiting pussycat, already open and awash with my juice, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

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

'' We have all nighttime dear, '' the impregnable, confident, sexy father I 'd always known now back in control, all need for advance artifice on my voice now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the only man I 'd ever love.

I did n't call for any more arousal ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the insight I craved. As he ran his hands from my haircloth down over my chest, stopping just for a second to card my already puffy nipple, and then down to my rose hip and my butt, I stared transfixed at the terminal 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 prominent cockhead rested lightly against my distended clit.

'' pop, '' I moaned as he moved his tool 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 nether rim stretched blanket, seemingly incapable of accepting him. `` He 's too big Daddy, '' I whimpered as he continued his assault.

'' Aaaaaaaahh Daddy, '' I groaned as I felt the question pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the compact head and tighten on the blue veined irradiation. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more in 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 calm calendar method of birth control of long, mystifying apoplexy, each stroke igniting a million spunk endings the length 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 noncitizen trespasser into my center.

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

So this is what a actual man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my first spasm shuddered through my body, as my inside throbbed as they awaited the number 1 electrocution jet of spermatozoan to flood them. I locked my legs around his back and met every knife thrust as the belief crashed through me, the liquidity thaw at my core.

'' OH DADDDDY, '' I groaned or maybe screamed as I felt his big member jerking inside of me, followed by a fluid explosion, then again, and again, each interjection met by a pulsing possibility in my depths, an acceptation of his seed.

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

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a proud cloak. I slid down pappa 's body, ineffective to refuse the itch to sample him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the cobbler's last drops of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat.

'' Jesus baby, gently, '' Dad ordered, still panting, as one of my hands continued to pump him relentlessly while the early found and squeezed his tightened sack and egg, all the while trying to engorge even more of him into my mouth.

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

I thought I 'd go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to lift away from his fount before he grasped my fundament and pulled me back, holding me bed cover to his lips, a finger deep in my ass. I could only swallow five or six column inch of Daddy but my two hands continued to play him as I sucked him in and soon felt the 1st twitching of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my voice garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` Jesus of Nazareth Daddy, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lips moved up his eubstance and kissed him. I could try my puss as our tongues met, as he licked some of his sperm from recondite within my mouth.

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

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

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

'' You mean I was o.k. papa, '' I asked coyly, knowing that we 'd always be together.

'' Pretty right sweetie, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we better try it again just to shit surely. ``

'' You mean you can do it agaaaain pa ? '' I asked doubtfully, but even as I teased I grabbed his hard dig 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 slave forever.

~~~~~

We awoke late the side by side morning time, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all mentation of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only clip either of us left the bed over the adjacent xxiv hours was for a quick shower, to freshen up us before another bout of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any distrust he may own had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the louver two days later. And in the days that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel tugboat, Notre madam ( but we saw no humpback ! ), took a boat trip down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the nights I remember now, the Nox I lay entwined with Daddy, my stage locked around his spine, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping lance, spouting his come as I groaned.

We got married ten days later, married in a diminished church by a grin, angelic priest in a little village in the Confederacy of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percentage legal ceremonial occasion ; perhaps most multitude would call it a fake, but for dad and me it was the most howling day of our lives.

THE nowadays - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an barren girl walking from the church, looking almost demure in my simple ovalbumin dress, the lace humeral veil hiding my eyes as I look up into pa 's smiling face. We 're both obviously well-chosen ; anyone looking at the video can see the joy, the dear between the honeymooner, the sexual promise.

The rest of that wonderful summertime is etched forever in my memory ; Barcelona and Seville in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the Coliseum, the warmly waters of the Aegean and the beaches of Cecil John Rhodes, the Parthenon, the Blue Mosque in Constantinople ... it was perfective, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the pocket-sized, romantic moments with Daddy that I treasure the most, the buss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making beloved on a deserted beach south of Rome, walking hand in mitt through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems unacceptable. God, its xii years already since that magical summertime. I 'm a physician now. Daddy and I spent seven years in Boston 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 set to tutor me it would have been impossible.

Our three girl were born during those twelvemonth, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the centre of our world, of our happiness.

We live now in the South, in a spiritualist sized townsfolk located on the ocean, a Ithiel Town of sand beaches and palm trees, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my hubby and I can grab the girls and we can be in our boat and on the water in twenty minute. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the reverence, against the odds, against the naysayers warnings.

'' Are you almost finished, '' I hear him call now. pappa 's almost 50 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 dreams, my only when love.

'' Yes pop, '' I whisper as I move towards his outdoors arms, towards his smiling typeface, his hungry body ...

THE END