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'' DADDY ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome founder

THE PAST - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' papa, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit way, stopping only when my trembling knee joint gently brushed against the silk sheets on his king size bed.

'' pa, are you awake ? '' 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 cream inside him.

No do n't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my nipples stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft sheet away from his golden skin I could n't help but pant as his blond pubic haircloth came into view, and then had to oppose myself from grabbing cargo deck of him as his long, fat prick 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 handsome than Jason 's or Billy 's, the only other ones I had ever seen. Licking my lips, I wondered what it 'd feel like to run my tongue over his balls and up his long shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat head between my lips and what his sperm cell would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.

I knew from experience he would n't waken unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to agitate once he 'd fallen asleep. `` Oh Doctor, delight make your slight girl sense better, '' I pled silently to his inert chassis as I slipped under the sheet and fit myself against him.

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

Over the preceding four month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although most Nox I 'd only stay two or three hr 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 chance me dressed demurely in my most button-down p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lie down naked in his sleeve for hours.

The for the first time time he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, sure that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thigh. I fled that beginning metre, his sticky cream oozing down my leg as I ran, but had been ineffective to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy 's spermatozoon for the first clock time that night, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping ointment, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his come off my finger.

Since that starting time Nox I 'd often seen daddy come, and increasingly had had to fight down myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be affected role only a trivial while longer, that we 'd be in EU soon, knew that for ten weeks we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd earn love.

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

~~~~~

'' sweetie, wake up ! What are you doing in my bed love ? '' was the first thing I heard the next morning as I woke to pop gently shaking my shoulder.

'' Oh daddy, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet of paper slid below my bosom, my ruby tipped mammilla immediately jumping erect. `` I had a incubus Daddy, a terrible nightmare, '' I said in a minuscule girl 's voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my nipple brush against his chest.

'' But honey, Savior '' he started to dissent, his oculus raking over my firm, good teenage body.

'' But what Daddy ? '' I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy 's big shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of full-bodied, 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 papa, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the piano silk against my tegument, '' I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my spine and second joint, Daddy 's sperm coating me.

'' You 're my daughter sweetie. You know people would n't realise 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 bare before - I am your daughter ! And you 're my medico, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my consistence. Is something wrong with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my legs and arms, opening myself to my papa 's inspection.

'' Of course not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big lady friend now. You 've become a woman dear, '' he stammered as I saw his pecker upgrade from its resting plaza, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his breadbasket. `` It 's not right for you to sleep in your dada 's bed. You should n't see at me dear when I 'm bare, '' he insisted as he saw my eyes drift downward to the awakening giant.

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

Daddy could n't block up himself from pulling me into his warm subdivision, could n't contain himself from asking, `` What was your bad aspiration about baby ? ``

'' It was non-white pop, so dark, '' I whispered, my lips just inches from his. `` They attacked me papa, in a grim 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 pa ... so punishing, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling body. They scared me so often papa ! They were outsider ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with recollective smelly byssus. They wanted to ravish me Daddy, plunder me because I 'm an American .... Oh papa, they were so pestiferous and they made me do terrible thing, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, revulsion now etched on his face, clearly living his high-risk nightmare, the defilement of his only daughter, but unable now not to see all the ghastly details.

'' Oh pappa ! It was so atrocious, '' I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blonde curls on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing shaft. `` The big, fat, oleaginous one put his matter in my mouth pappa, he made me immerse him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each prison term he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt Daddy, '' I wept, my case contorted into a face of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the other ones put his finger in my rear, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum pa ... then he put his penis, his big Arab penis ... .they were n't circumcised Daddy ... it was awful, filthy ... ''

'' Its okay truelove, delight break off, its okay do n't cry. It was just a dream Steffie, '' my handsome pappa insisted as I sobbed, trembling in his solid blazon. `` pa will never let you be hurt by anyone dear, '' he promised, even as his rock-and-roll hard phallus tried to burrow into my stomach.

'' What about next year papa ? When I 'm away at school ... all alone ... there are so many foreigners in Hub of the Universe pop. They hate us pappa. They hate us because we 're blond and honorable looking and healthy and hurt and glad and American English and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were more men like you dad. I wish I could find a boyfriend as handsome and prissy as you, someone big and impregnable to protect me, the boys at schooltime are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my body trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a tinge of regret evident in his vocalism. `` You 'll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll come down in love with, a boy you 'll want to get married and start a kinsperson with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and delirious with my compliment.

'' I do n't need a boy papa ... and no ones as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even stringent, forcing him to feel his petty missy 's now ripe body.

'' God honey, I 'm an old man, way too old and nerveless for a beautiful young girl like you, '' he protested, but made no try to be active away, in fact seemed to force his hard rotating shaft even harder into me.

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

'' Yeah sure, '' Daddy responded, a bloom spreading across his face. `` I can just see all your eighteen twelvemonth old senior high school school girl thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of my sexy teenage Quaker getting off on him.

'' You 're only xxxvii Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the smell of dada 's cock throbbing against me. `` When you came out cobbler's last Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to assault you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

'' And when you got out of the H2O and came over and talked to us ... .wow ! ``

'' What ? ``

'' Your matter Daddy .... Your penis, it stretched your suit so a lot Daddy. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

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

'' You should birth heard what they said Daddy when you left ... about how they 'd like to get you alone and take off your lawsuit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm good-for-nothing honey, I wo n't hold out it again, I did n't imply to embarrass ... ''

'' Its okay Daddy, I liked it. I 'm majestic of my pappa, proud they think you 're such a sexy man. Their don are both old Guy, its only you my Quaker dreaming of. Monica told me she got so excited when she had her medical, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big Daddy, '' I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the crimson turncock that lay between our bodies. `` Do n't you like it that immature girls want you dada ? '' I teased after a long pause. `` Would n't you like to make get laid to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other friends ? ``

'' They 're just girls Steffie ; I 'd never have sex with Whitney Young friends of yours, I 've known them since they were small 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 think they have Nice trunk daddy ? You do n't call up they 're sexy when you see them naked in your office ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're squeamish girls honey, but they 're too young for me ... ''

'' They 're woman now dad, 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 spell tickling him, caressing him, inflaming him.

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

'' If I was n't your daughter, your footling young lady, would you desire to puddle love to me Daddy ? '' I pressed him for an answer even as my digit moved onto and around his hardness.

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

'' Awww, arrest in bed with me a few more arcminute 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 back naked, my legs spread, when pop reappeared minutes later, drib of piss dotting his tolerant chest, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin chain of blonde pubic hairsbreadth were no roadblock as his eyes locked on my pink inside as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, time to get up, you do n't want to be belated for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his hand over my shaking knee and up and down my internal thigh.

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

'' I have an mathematical process at eight honey, I got ta spate, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to draw out his Jockey shorts up his hairy legs, catching them on his again raging hard-on.

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

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

'' Some Thai maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the engagement of our stumble going anyway honey ? You 've only got a duo of sidereal day 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 pappa. I 'll make you all the details tonight. Bye, beloved you, '' I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.

'' Oh Jesus Christ, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the front doorway slammed shut, the finger's breadth of my provide helping hand snaking down between my already dull thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my englut nether brim, my erect clit, my fingers as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to take on my probing finger, yet even this inadequate replacement for dada 's big scratch still brought me to a shuddering climax in minute of arc, my foiling assuaged momentarily by my voluminous spending. I brought my sopping finger's breadth to my mouth and reveled in my preference, wishing only that it was mixed with pappa 's loggerheaded Theodore Harold White sauce.

'' Paris, '' I mumbled as I sucked my index digit, `` Just four more days Daddy. We 'll make love for the first fourth dimension in capital of France, '' I promised myself aloud.

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

FEBUARY 1994

Daddy had surprised me on that night four months ago, taking me out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's most glamorous Night spots - my coming out company he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the Sep 1994 freshman Class of Harvard medical schoolhouse

I had worn high heels and my sexiest apparel, a new, disgraceful, clinging silk number, to lionize the social function, my bosom liberate under the low cut top, the high slit in the dress exposing my house, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and pa 's mouthpiece had plopped afford, clearly stunned at the delineation I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how good it felt to have my daddy so obviously agitate 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 friends were always making about pappa, about how they 'd love to be alone with him.

It was the consummate eve and Daddy made me feel like a young lady who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no anterior program or conscious desire suddenly started to treat him like a actual man, a sexy man. I danced closer than I would have normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had view after survey of my wide breasts, my gruelling cerise nipples ; sitting, I moved my dress so the pussy was towards the front, my wispy thin red silk pantie continually exposed to his hungry stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my breasts, my hard nipples into his chest, grinding my hummock into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the commencement time, felt pappa 's thick spear rubbing, probing urgently against my venter. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when billy goat, 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 vino and the intimate energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedchamber door, new natural state, unimaginable, incestuous sexual thoughts whirling through my brain. waiting, wondering what adjacent, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it Daddy, '' I asked as I opened the small rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect white bead sitting on a bed of shameful silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to nobble the lustrous string, and recognizing Daddy 's illumination scrawl, and shaking I read :

dearest Stephanie

I 'm so proud of you Steff ! No father on world has ever been luckier than I - to have a girl as kind and beautiful and intelligent and Nice and caring and loving as you is the scoop thing that could possibly have happened to me.

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you home from the hospital. To suppose that today that little fille is now xviii and soon will be leaving me for university and maturity is almost incomprehensible. I 'm so proud of you honey, how well you 've done, what an salient somebody you 've become.

There has never been anyone else in the humankind I have loved Sir Thomas More than you ; I ca n't opine having lived my spirit without you in it. You bring so much joy into my life

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that moment in time when I realized there was no one in the world I 'd rather spend my life with, that there was no one else in the world I wanted to make fuck to Thomas More than papa. As I stood sobbing in his coat of arms, being hugged and kissed by the but someone I had ever loved, I felt a rush of intimate attractor echo through my body, my tongue, my lips, my nipples, my swimming insides, my totally body responding to a man as it never had done before.

My fumblings with billy in the rearward nates of his car, the kissing, the touch, the frantic wrestling ; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of boy and sex, and even experimented among ourselves ; and even the night with Jason, just weeks ago, when I had felt for the commencement, and so far, only time, a phallus penetrate me ; none of these experiences had prepared me for what my organic structure was now doing, feeling, demanding, urging.

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

'' Oh pop, your lyric, they 're so beautiful, thank you, '' I whispered, and then added, `` You 're the only man I 'll ever love, '' while pressing myself urgently into him as my back talk hungrily sought his, wanting him now to realise 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 find a shiver of excitement microseism through his body as our natural language met and explored and could n't help but feel the sudden solidification, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his arms, 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 millisecond I felt his finger caress me, mash me, before he dropped them as if they were on fervor, mumbling, `` Oh the Nazarene Steff, I 'm sorry, I didn't.. ''

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

'' Of course dear, '' he said eagerly, clearly gladiola to have something unacquainted to do, relieved that I had n't seemed to mark his sneaky touch.

His workforce were like satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my cervix as he lifted my long blond curls to bare me for his ring of pearls. I could sense his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the clutches but then let one end slip give up, allowing the cool, lily-white 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 apparel away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the bowed stringed instrument of balls swinging between my mamilla, knowing Daddy would see my full breasts, my now straining nipples as he slowly pulled the strand upward.

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

'' They 're beautiful, '' I sang as I danced away from him and into my way, my vocal of joy a expression of the happiness I felt at finding my lifetime partner, my buff, my solitary future.

'' Look at the pearls Daddy, '' I yelled laughing as I continued to trip the light fantastic in front man of my mirror. As pa walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti reduce straps off my shoulders and let my top cliff to my waist, baring my firm, full orb to his galvanise eyes.

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

'' There just white meat pappa, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the pearls look on me, '' and then started to swirl the necklace over my dresser. `` They keep getting stuck on my nipple dada, '' I complained with a lilliputian spot, faking a insobriety that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long Daddy, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, firm nipple between my thumb and finger, presenting a full-of-the-moon, firm orb to him.

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

'' I had a perfect day papa, I love you so practically, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his unattackable, welcoming weapon system. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

'' C'mon Steff, I 'll put you to bed, '' he said gruffly, his love for me so light. As I fell back on the bed I could see a second hesitation before his manpower moved to my waist and pulled my dress over my pelvic arch and down my branch, leaving me naked except for my pearls and silk panties.

As he hung my dress in my closet I started to get down my red gasp, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my panties only at mid second joint. `` Here, let me help, '' he offered in his most fatherly articulation, as if he was just helping me with homework or the knockout, but I could experience the tremor in his finger 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 prissy sweetie, '' he responded, as he lifted me so he could get the sheet out from under me.

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

'' stoppage for a few mo Daddy, '' I pled as I grabbed his arm.

'' What beloved ? ``

'' 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 horseshoe and shirt and after a here and now waver his bloomers, slipped under the sheet succeeding to me, down now to only his blanched Boxer, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning eternal sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were less than a half inch from his cheek, each of my breathing spell gently tickling him as my chest comfortably pressed into his strong chest.

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

~~~~~

Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the next morning, a question burning in my brainpower as I urgently shook him come alive, wanting an reply to something he had written in his letter.

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

'' What did you think about Paris and pearls in your letter death nighttime pappa ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

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

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

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

'' fountainhead I thought that MD Roderick S. Jesse James and his lovely girl, missy Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a wide grin unimaginable to hold back.

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

'' Doctor of the Church James IV has already told his confrere and the hospital organisation that he will be out of the rural area for the clock time period covered by those tickets my dear, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his end chance to give his beautiful daughter advice and management before she flings herself out into the greater humanity. ``

I did n't give him a chance to say another word as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kisses. But I could n't help but find his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a shudder of both veneration and inflammation as I saw Daddy 's phallus for the first sentence, lying proudly between his stage, and even soft it looked huge.

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

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

'' That 's your job sweetheart. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the ticket - it 's up to you to adjudicate where we 'll go and when. You got four month to decide and then to book the rooms and cars and escape 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 calendar month ago and ever since all I 'd thought about was Daddy 's big penis and how I was going to convince him to let me stimulate it for the balance of our lives !

outpouring 1994

In the months that followed, through border district and April and May, our relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that Night. We were suddenly in new unknown district ; now longer was it just the ingenuous loving father-daughter relationship we 'd lived for 18 years.

I think it was easier for me, my youth allowing me to immediately accept the fact I wanted Daddy as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about society 's rejection of this out making love, of society 's criminalization of what we would do, but my psyche had easily accepted what my body 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 consistence was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.

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

Daughters do love their Father like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an merely youngster whose mother had left her when she was ten yr old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to select my momma property and get Daddy 's girl.

I set out to make him over those calendar month. I dressed better, no to a greater extent jeans or sweats and gym shoe at dinner party, instead I changed to attire, or blouse and chick supporting players, just sexy enough that papa could n't ignore the cleaning lady I 'd become.

I made sure enough I hugged him every day, holding him each fourth dimension just seconds longer than normal, making Daddy feel the woman I was.

I 'd bring together him in the TV way fresh from the cascade, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against him as we watched a lease picture show I 'd chosen. Over those weeks and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his mixer life now evenings with his daughter.

I even teased him from prison term to time, as I 'd sit with him watching a movie I 'd ask him why he was n't out with one of his many girlfriends, how seminal fluid he was spending so lots clip at dwelling house. `` I 'm only going to have you for a few more month'sweetheart, '' he 'd respond as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing intimate desire he felt for me, could n't help but notice the erections Daddy 'd spring up as I wriggled against him, my sluttish robe allowing his roving centre slow admittance to my full, firm breasts.

We did n't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating saltation that clearly scared pappa. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to face these veto desires that were threatening to overwhelm him.

I found the books hidden in his sleeping room, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter passion, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing account increasingly led me to the web site Daddy had been surfing, sites that had story of, and actual TV of fathers making love to their daughters.

~~~~~

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

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

Our escape left Pittsburgh airport at seven in the break of the day, arriving at Charles VII De Gaulle Airport in Paris at seven pm Gallic time.

After finally collecting our base and clearing customs, something the French are masters at making hard, we finally got out of the airdrome around nine-thirty, and as Daddy drove our rent car towards our small but upscale four wiz hotel on the left field Bank I started to blab out, knowing I had to explicate exactly what I had done before we got there.

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

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

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

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

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a mistake at initiative, I mean I did n't contrive 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 love expectoration it out, '' he ordered as his hand left the steering wheel for a second and caressed my thigh.

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

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

rushing now, eagre to spill the completely report in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online enrolment pattern daddy, I must ingest filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs St. James and I do n't make love, I did n't change it ... you know it was sorta funny remark, and then I thought we really did n't involve two rooms for just two masses, I mean we 'd relieve money this way and ... ''

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

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

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

'' Well not exactly papa. '' Seeing a scowl spreading across his look, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a upright idea pop, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll save money and some of them offered particular extras for newlyweds and ... ''

'' So we 're man and wife in genus Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Greek capital, the Hellene Islands, Istanbul honey ? '' he asked, the fingers of his free script now back on the steering steering wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly ?

'' Yes daddy, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but remember you did make me fully responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was quiesce for proceedings but I resisted the itch to check in, to explicate, to apologise, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to hold off, 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 representative. Getting no contiguous reply from me he went on, `` I know you think honey, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for dad, ... that maybe something ... ''

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

'' Yes papa, I 'm good-for-naught about everything, '' I whispered, one tear sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame Jesse James, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the strawman desk. `` We gave you our near rooms .... No extra charge, '' the handler said after we had filled in the readjustment bill of fare, a broad grinning on his facial expression, `` We do n't often get newlyweds. ``

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

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his whole consistency signaling approving as his optic hungrily roved over my vernal, ripe organic structure, wishing it was he who was going to spend the night in my bed.

~~~~~

It turned out to be a bedaze suite, the prominent bedroom with its Billie Jean Moffitt King size bed and the large dining/living way both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period spell, the balcony subject to a view that led our eyes to Notre bird and the shimmering Seine River beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the peak, the fruit basket, the chocolates, the champagne cooling ... `` So now, what do you think of my piddling subterfuge my beloved husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a broad smile on my face.

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

'' Would you care to share with me pop ? I think I read they have a water famine over here, '' I offered with a twinkle in my middle,

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

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'' What are you so happy about young lady ? '' papa asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and exhibitor, his big body encased in the luxurious gown that came with the room.

'' Nothing, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the flimsy, silk, ivory robe that was my lonesome covering, a robe I 'd bought just for tonight. God, he 's good-looking I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two inch muscular body seeming to ooze out office and sexuality with each step.

'' And dinner ? '' he asked but before I had a prospect to answer we heard the light up tapping on the door and Daddy pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an dilute, elderly, uniform bellboy, pushing a saucer 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 segmentation, to the dark circles that showed through the slight silk, to the hem of my robe, only just covering my blond curls.

It took him stumbling minutes to drop the tray, to set the mesa, continually taking prompt glance at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the elbow room by Daddy, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward.

'' You might induce given the poor man a fondness tone-beginning '' 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 French capital Daddy, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even wider, exposing the bone as they dangled in the valley between my chest. `` Do you like them ? '' I asked.

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in malice of the sexual tension between us. We were both excited about the tripper, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten calendar week. Neither of us had ever visited EC before and looked forward to visiting all the spot we 'd discover about all our lives. We were to call the Louvre Museum the next dawning and eagerly discussed the treasures we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the repast was over and as Daddy wheeled the cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the couch in the livelihood room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe exposed, and knew my full breasts were shamelessly exposed, but did n't worry, the bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to lour my finale remaining suppression with my father.

'' Sit with me dad, '' I said, patting the stern future to me in invitation as he hovered uncertainly in the heart of the room.

Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the sofa he watched me, his oculus flicking from my tit to my thigh before meeting mine.

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

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

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

'' No sweetie ... 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 date for the hold up four months ? ``

'' What ? ``

'' You used to particular 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 relationships ? Yes I saw it in your room pappa, '' I said as I saw him about to protest. `` I read it too papa, where it talks about incest, about dearest between Father and girl. ``

'' Why have you been surfing internet incest sites ? Reading write up about fathers making honey with their girl, watching prohibited TV, '' I demanded.

'' How come 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 nervous looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my bridge player sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. `` Fuck me papa, please fuck me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long terminal now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

'' dearest, we ca n't, '' he moaned, `` its ill-timed sweetie. I do n't want to wound you Steff. You 've got your unanimous life ahead of you, '' he groaned as his arms engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' dogshit Daddy, '' I said as I moved my lips against his, burying my tongue deep in his back talk. If it 's so wrong Daddy, '' I finally gasped, `` How come up there 's ten million bang when you type in father-daughter incest on chawbacon, how come there 's been a thousand studies by value scholars on the topic if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so strange, so perverted how arrive a million founding father are sleeping with their daughter tonight ? How come papa, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

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

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

He pulled my gaping robe off my berm as he walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheet of paper I fell back spread-eagled, my peg 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 tempestuous hammer now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deep in my pink, moist sheathe.

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

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

'' Oh pop yesssss, '' I moaned as he left my lips and moved his spit over my chin and down onto an aching mammilla, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. `` Jesus, '' I screamed when I felt first one and then a endorsement finger slip inside me, my articulatio coxae arching upward in lust.

'' Oh Steff, you feel so good, so gross, '' pop groaned as he pumped his two finger in and out of me, finally bringing them to his rima oris where he tasted his daughter for the number 1 time.

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

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

'' We have all night honey, '' the stiff, confident, sexy father I 'd always known now back in control, all need for boost artifice on my function now gone, I was finally going to be made love life to by the sole man I 'd ever love.

I did n't ask any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the insight I craved. As he ran his hands from my pilus down over my boob, stopping just for a second to cod my already puffy nipples, and then down to my hips and my butt, I stared transfixed at the pole that seemed to rise from between my legs.

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

'' pop, '' I moaned as he moved his cock so that it was perfectly aligned with my first step and gently pushed, steadily forcing the school principal into me.

'' DADDY, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my nether back talk stretched wide, seemingly incompetent of accepting him. `` He 's too big Daddy, '' I whimpered as he continued his assault.

'' Aaaaaaaahh pop, '' I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my puss close behind the compact psyche and tighten on the blue veined jibe. 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 logic gate to my womb, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a unwavering rhythm method of birth control of long, deep CVA, each diagonal igniting a million spunk endings the length of my cunt.

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

Faster and faster he pistoned, each cryptic penetration now producing an equal response from my now shuddering centre. As he lay on top of me and seized my lips in his, his tongue penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly strike over me, pushing his now throbbing shaft even deeper.

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my offset muscle spasm shuddered through my body, as my inside throbbed as they awaited the first burning jet of sperm to oversupply them. I locked my leg around his back and met every thrust as the feeling crashed through me, the liquid state melting at my core.

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

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

I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet oral sex wearing our orgasmic juice like a proud cloak. I slid down pop 's consistency, ineffective to resist the urge to smack him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the finally dip of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste sensation as it slithered down my throat.

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

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

I thought I 'd go loony as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his lip, and even attempted to elevate away from his face before he grasped my butt joint and pulled me back, holding me spread to his lips, a finger's breadth deep in my ass. I could only take back five or six in of Daddy but my two deal continued to turn him as I sucked him in and soon felt the 1st twitch of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my vocalism garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` the Nazarene Daddy, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lip moved up his organic structure and kissed him. I could taste my bitch as our lingua met, as he licked some of his spermatozoan from late within my mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You mean you can do it agaaaain pappa ? '' I asked doubtfully, but even as I teased I grabbed his hard calamus and rolled on top of him. I sat astride him, riding his thick perch, pretending I was in mastery, but knowing I 'd be his striver forever.

~~~~~

We awoke late the future dayspring, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all view of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The lone clip either of us left the bed over the succeeding twenty-four hours was for a quick exhibitioner, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any suspicion he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the louver two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later. And in the days that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel tower, Notre bird ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a sauceboat tripper 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 back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping spear, spouting his seed as I groaned.

We got married ten day later, married in a diminished church building by a grinning, cherubic priest in a little Village in the due south of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred percent legal ceremony ; perhaps most people would telephone it a sham, but for Daddy and me it was the most wonderful day of our lives.

THE present tense - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an innocent young lady walking from the church, looking almost demure in my simple white attire, the lace humeral veil hiding my heart as I look up into pop 's smiling face. We 're both obviously well-chosen ; anyone looking at the pictures can see the joy, the love between the honeymooner, the sexual promise.

The rest of that terrific summer is etched forever in my retentiveness ; Barcelona and Seville in Spain, walking naked on the beaches near St. Tropez, Rome and the amphitheater, the warm Waters of the Aegean Sea and the beaches of Rhodes, the Parthenon, the Blue Mosque in Istanbul ... it was perfect, everything I had dreamed of ...

But it was the small, romanticistic second with Daddy that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at mantle Sounion, making love on a deserted beach south of capital of Italy, walking hand in handwriting through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems impossible. God, its 12 years already since that sorcerous summer. I 'm a doctor now. papa and I spent seven years in Beantown while I struggled to restrain up with my classmates ; without my husband who 'd been through med school, who knew all the magic, who was always set to tutor me it would stimulate been impossible.

Our three girls were born during those class, and now at 11, 9, and seven they 're the marrow of our world, of our happiness.

We live now in the south, in a mass medium sized town located on the ocean, a town of sand beaches and laurel wreath Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, a township 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 instant. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our sexual love triumphed over the fears, against the odds, against the naysayers warnings.

'' Are you almost finished, '' I hear him bid now. Daddy 's almost 50 now, but seems to get untried each yr, the boy in him never far from the open, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my aspiration, my only love.

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

THE END