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'' papa ? '' I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE past times - JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

'' Daddy, '' I whispered as I glided across the moonlit way, stopping only when my trembling knee joint gently brushed against the silk rag on his top executive size bed.

'' Daddy, are you awake ? '' I asked again as I leant over my fathers body, purring into his ear, my natural language twitching just an column inch away, already eager to figure out inside him.

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

Oh God it 's so big, I thought for the one-hundredth metre, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so practically bigger than Jason 's or Billy 's, the only former ones I had ever seen. Licking my lip, I wondered what it 'd palpate like to run my tongue over his balls and up his yearn jibe, what it would experience like to pop the fat head between my rim and what his spermatozoon would savour like as it dribbled down my thirsty throat.

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

It had surprised me the showtime time I had lain in bed next to dad while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at maiden he must have awakened. It was only after spending a number of nights in pop 's bed that I 'd realized just how often his hard-on occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his phallus would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the feeling of his hardness against me.

Over the past four calendar month I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy 's bed as he slept, although most dark I 'd only stay two or three 60 minutes before fleeing back to my room, my cunt tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til dawn but both metre he woke to notice me garment demurely in my most conservative p.j. 's, always accepting my lame excuses for being there, never suspecting I 'd lain naked in his arms for hours.

The first meter he 'd ejaculated as I lay next to him I 'd been stunned, for certain that he must be awake as his ropy strands splashed against my stomach and thighs. I fled that first time, his pasty cream oozing down my leg as I ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted dada 's sperm for the first time that night, dipping my finger again and again through the dripping cream, reveling in its aroma and flavor as I sucked his seed off my finger.

Since that start night I 'd often seen pappa come, and increasingly had had to press myself from straddling pappa and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be affected role only a minuscule while foresightful, that we 'd be in Europe soon, knew that for ten weeks we 'd be together and that inevitably we 'd take in love.

Still, tonight I 'd decided to spend the Night in papa 's bed, have him awaken to my nude trunk curled against him, preparing him for what was to come in, for what he 'd already started to desire.

~~~~~

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

'' Oh Daddy, '' I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my chest, my ruby tipped tit immediately jumping erect. `` I had a incubus Daddy, a terrible nightmare, '' I said in a fiddling fille 's vocalization as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my nipple brushwood against his chest.

'' But honey, Jesus '' he started to dissent, his middle raking over my house, ripe teenage body.

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

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

'' I always sleep nude now Daddy, just like you, '' I said smiling. `` I love feeling the easy silk against my skin, '' I added, feeling now the coat stickiness that still hung on my dorsum and thighs, daddy 's spermatozoan finish me.

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

'' You sleep naked, '' I pouted. `` And besides, who cares what other hoi polloi think ? '' I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. `` Besides, you 've seen me naked before - I am your girl ! And you 're my Doctor of the Church, '' I added indignantly, `` You 're supposed to see my organic structure. Is something amiss with it ? '' I asked laying back and spreading my legs and coat of arms, opening myself to my Daddy 's inspection.

'' Of course of action not Stef ! It 's just that you 're a big girl now. You 've become a woman honey, '' he stammered as I saw his cock rise from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his venter. `` It 's not right for you to slumber in your papa 's bed. You should n't look at me love 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 pall, '' I moaned fearfully.

pappa could n't stop himself from pulling me into his ardent arms, could n't stop himself from asking, `` What was your bad dream about baby ? ``

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

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

'' They hit me Daddy ... so hard, and then they tore the apparel from my trembling dead body. They scared me so a lot Daddy ! They were foreigners ... Arabs I think, big, ugly, contaminating men with long smelly beards. They wanted to rape me Daddy, despoil me because I 'm an American .... Oh dada, they were so soil and they made me do frightening affair, '' I said, my body now trembling in his arms.

'' What things Steffie ? '' Dad asked, revulsion now etched on his case, clearly living his worst nightmare, the pollution of his sole daughter, but ineffective now not to get a line all the gruesome details.

'' Oh Daddy ! It was so terrible, '' I cried as I wriggled in his subdivision, the blond Curl on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing spear. `` The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my oral cavity pop, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged papa, each prison term he pushed it into my throat ... it hurt Daddy, '' I wept, my typeface contorted into a grimace of disgust, `` ... .and then one of the former ones put his digit in my behind, into my ... oh, anus, ... you know, my bum Daddy ... then he put his penis, his big Arab penis ... .they were n't circumcised pappa ... it was awesome, filthy ... ''

'' Its okay sweetie, please lay off, its okay 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 love, '' he promised, even as his stone hard penis tried to tunnel into my stomach.

'' What about following year daddy ? When I 'm away at shoal ... all alone ... there are so many outsider in Boston Daddy. They hate us dada. They hate us because we 're blond and full looking and healthy and smart and glad and Americans and Christians ... ''

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

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

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

'' I wish there were more men like you Daddy. I wish I could find a fellow as handsome and prissy as you, someone big and unattackable to protect me, the male child at school day are n't anything like you, '' I purred, my organic structure trembling in his arms.

'' Oh Stephanie, '' he laughed, but with a pinch of regret evident in his voice. `` You 'll find a prissy boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you 'll fall in love with, a boy you 'll require to marry and set off a mob with, '' he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment.

'' I do n't want a boy Daddy ... and no unity as handsome as you Daddy, '' I said as I hugged him even slopped, forcing him to feel his small girlfriend 's now ripe body.

'' God love, I 'm an old man, way too old and feeble for a beautiful offspring girlfriend like you, '' he protested, but made no attempt to move away, in fact seemed to push his severely shaft even harder into me.

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

'' Yeah sure, '' Daddy responded, a blush spreading across his aspect. `` I can just see all your XVIII class old high shoal girlfriend thinking I 'm hot, '' he finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of my sexy teenage friends getting off on him.

'' You 're only thirty-seven Daddy, '' I crooned into his ear, loving the feel of pop 's rooster throb against me. `` When you came out final stage Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to attack you. ``

'' No way ! '' he exclaimed.

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

'' What ? ``

'' Your thing Daddy .... Your penis, it stretched your wooing so often Daddy. We could see practically everything ! And it looked so big ! ``

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

'' You should consume heard what they said pa when you left ... about how they 'd care to get you alone and take off your suit and feel it in ..., '' I trailed off giggling.

'' I 'm dreary honey, I wo n't fatigue it again, I did n't stand for to hinder ... ''

'' Its OK Daddy, I liked it. I 'm lofty of my pappa, proud they think you 're such a sexy man. Their fathers are both old guys, its only you my acquaintance dreaming of. Monica told me she got so emotional when she had her medical, when you saw her naked when you touched her ... ``

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

'' And it is big dad, '' I said huskily, my eye drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our body. `` Do n't you like it that young girls want you pop ? '' I teased after a long pause. `` Would n't you like to make enjoy to Monica or Jacqui or one of my former acquaintance ? ``

'' They 're just girls Steffie ; I 'd never birth sex with young admirer of yours, I 've known them since they were little missy, they 're my patient role, '' he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.

'' You do n't like them ? You do n't opine they have dainty bodies pappa ? You do n't think they 're sexy when you see them naked in your part ? '' I demanded.

'' They 're nice missy honey, but they 're too young for me ... ''

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

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

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

'' the Nazarene 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, stoppage in bed with me a few Thomas More minutes pappa, '' I pled as he disappeared into his toilet. What 's he thinking about I wondered as I heard the exhibitioner running. I know your body wants me dada but what about you ?

I was on my back naked, my legs paste, when Daddy reappeared minutes later, cliff of water dotting his tolerant chest, a blanched towel wrapped around his waistline. I had one knee raised in the air, and my lean strands of blond pubic whisker were no barrier as his eyes locked on my pink interior as he approached the bed.

'' C'mon sweetie, time to get up, you do n't want to be deep for school, '' he prodded, trying to act naturally as he sat next to me and lightly ran his script over my shake human 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 knee further into his hand, opening myself foster to his hungry gaze.

'' I have an operation at eight dearest, I got ta rush, '' he explained as he quickly stood and started to attract his briefs 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 papa try to stuff his fat stopcock under the inadequate stuff. `` I like it when I see him so hard pa, do you involve any help ? '' I continued as dad blushed and turned away from my eager eyes.

Finally dressed, he turned back to me and gave me a speedy candy 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 party ? ``

'' Some Siamese maybe, '' I suggested.

'' How 's the booking of our tripper going anyway honey ? You 've only got a twosome of twenty-four hour period more you know. Have you got it all finalized ? '' he asked as he moved, his oculus never leaving me as he backed towards the door.

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

'' Oh Deliverer, '' I moaned aloud as I heard the front door slammed shut, the finger of my impart hired hand snaking down between my already dampish thigh. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the rampart mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether lips, my erect clitoris, my finger's breadth as they slowly spread my puss and penetrated my throbbing pussy.

It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing finger's breadth, yet even this poor surrogate for Daddy 's big whoreson still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in minute of arc, my defeat assuaged momentarily by my copious spending. I brought my sopping fingers to my oral cavity and reveled in my tasting, wishing only that it was commingle with Daddy 's thick white sauce.

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

I 'd often slipped into dad 's bed over the last eight eld, ever since the day Mom had run off with her lover and left us. It had always been sinless until last February, when I 'd finally realized I did n't want the male child my age who in increasing identification number were flocking around me ; neither nightstick nor Jason had come close to igniting the heat that Daddy could fire with just one kind expression, one motion, one caress. Lying in Daddy 's bed, still warm from his dead body, I thought back to that February Nox four calendar month 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 eve of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh 's to the highest degree glamorous night patch - my coming out party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 neophyte Class of John Harvard Medical School

I had worn eminent heel and my sexiest dress, a new, blackened, clinging silk number, to celebrate the occasion, my knocker free under the low cut top, the high slit in the attire exposing my firm, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy 's backtalk had plopped open, clearly stunned at the photograph I made.

'' What ? '' I demanded, surprised how good it felt to have my pa 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 friends were always making about papa, about how they 'd love to be alone with him.

It was the thoroughgoing evening and Daddy made me feel like a girl who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior programme or conscious desire suddenly started to treat him like a genuine man, a sexy man. I danced closelipped than I would have normally, I repeatedly bent over or adjusted my top so he had persuasion after view of my full tit, my gruelling violent nipple ; sitting, I moved my dress so the prick was towards the front, my wispy slight red silk panties continually exposed to his thirsty stare.

I plastered myself against him as we danced ; pushing my chest, my strong nipples into his chest, grinding my mound into him as my digit gently caressed his tomentum, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the first time, felt dad 's thick spear rubbing, probing urgently against my stomach. It seemed too big, dwarfing what I had felt when Billy, when Jason, when others had danced with me.

I was flushed with turmoil when we finally got rest home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine-coloured and the sexual energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my chamber room access, new wild, inconceivable, incestuous sexual thoughts whirling through my brain. wait, wondering what succeeding, he surprised me, simply presenting me a small, amber wrapped software package as we stood in the doorway.

'' What is it daddy, '' I asked as I opened the modest rectangular box. `` Oh God, '' I shrieked when I saw the necklace of perfect white pearls sitting on a bed of black silk. A batting order had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the bright string, and recognizing Daddy 's miniature scrawl, and shaking I read :

dearest Stephanie

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

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you place from the hospital. To suppose that today that little girl is now eighteen and soon will be leaving me for university and maturity is almost inexplicable. 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 man I have loved more than you ; I ca n't imagine having lived my animation without you in it. You bring so much joy into my living

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

p.s. I thought maybe you 'd like to assume these bone 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 Earth I wanted to make love to Thomas More than pappa. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the only someone I had ever loved, I felt a surge of sexual attractive force echo through my torso, my glossa, my lips, my mammilla, my smooth interior, my hale body responding to a man as it never had done before.

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

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

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

I could feel a shiver of excitement earth tremor through his physical structure as our lingua met and explored and could n't help but palpate the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.

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

After spinning in his arm, I ended up facing away from Daddy, my business firm bum pushed back against his erection, his hands suddenly wide of my breast. For just a millisecond I felt his fingers caress me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on attack, mumbling, `` Oh Jesus Steff, I 'm dark, I didn't.. ''

'' Can you attach them pappa, '' I asked, ignoring his apology as I slipped the pearl into his unexpended bridge player and leaned back against his chest.

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

His hands were like satin as they moved over my articulatio humeri and gently caressed my cervix as he lifted my farseeing blond roll to publicize me for his ring of pearls. I could feel his breathing place on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end gaffe free, allowing the cool, white balls to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.

'' Oh dada, they 're cold and they tickle me, '' I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my dress away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the string of balls swinging between my teat, knowing Daddy would see my full breasts, my now straining nipples as he slowly pulled the strand upward.

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

'' They 're beautiful, '' I sang as I danced away from him and into my room, my Song of joy a rumination of the happiness I felt at finding my biography partner, my lover, my only future.

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

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

'' There just breasts papa, '' I pooh pawed him, `` everybody 's got them, I just want to see how the bone look on me, '' and then started to twiddle the necklace over my thorax. `` They keep getting stuck on my nipples Daddy, '' I complained with a little slur, faking a inebriety that I did n't really feel. `` Are they too long pappa, '' I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, business firm nipple between my ovolo and finger, presenting a full, firm orb to him.

'' They 're perfective honey, '' he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his little girl show, believing that this was an clean-handed daughters play and not a dangerous intimate act.

'' I had a sodding day Daddy, I love you so a good deal, '' I finished, yawning as I leaned into his strong, welcoming arm. `` I 'm so sleepy. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' What honey ? ``

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

'' Sure dearest, '' he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a moments hesitation his pants, slipped under the piece of paper next to me, down now to only his Andrew D. White boxers, and lying on his English watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my sassing were lupus erythematosus than a half inch from his impertinence, each of my intimation gently tickling him as my tit 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 daughter, the continuous severity against my thigh a graphic proof.

~~~~~

Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the future morning, a interrogative sentence burning in my brain as I urgently shook him awake, 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 mean about Paris and pearls in your varsity letter in conclusion night daddy ? '' I asked impatiently.

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

'' Oh that what ? '' I insisted.

'' Well, do you happen to be doing anything on June 23rd by any probability my beloved ? '' he asked mysteriously as he reached for an envelope sitting on the table next to his bed.

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

Smiling he handed me the envelope which soon yielded two plane tickets. He was grinning as I slowly deciphered the itinerary. `` Pittsburgh - Paris leaving on the 23rd and returning on Aug 30th for two, '' I read. `` But what does it mean pappa ? Which two are going to capital of France ? '' I asked, more bemused now than ever.

'' Well I thought that Doctor Roderick S. James and his pin-up daughter, missy Stephanie Danielle James might just profit from ten workweek touring the Continent, '' Daddy said smugly, a wide grin impossible to guard back.

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

'' medico Saint James has already told his workfellow and the infirmary administration that he will be out of the country for the time period covered by those tag my honey, '' he announced, clearly delighted at my surprisal and happiness. `` He feels that this might be his death luck to give his beautiful daughter advice and focal point before she flings herself out into the greater world. ``

I did n't dedicate him a chance to say another news as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in buss. But I could n't assist but note his nudity as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fear and excitement as I saw dada 's penis for the first clock time, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge.

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

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

'' That 's your job steady. ``

'' What ! ``

'' I got the just the ticket - it 's up to you to decide where we 'll go and when. You got four months to determine and then to script the way and cable car and flight of stairs and whatever else you want. ``

'' But.. ''

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

'' Anywhere I want ? ``

'' Your job ! ``

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

SPRING 1994

In the month that followed, through March and Apr and May, our relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that dark. We were suddenly in new obscure territorial dominion ; now longer was it just the guiltless loving father-daughter kinship we 'd lived for XVIII years.

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

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

daughter do love their founding father like I did ! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an only baby whose mother had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to drive my Mommies office and become Daddy 's girl.

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

I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than normal, making Daddy feel the adult female I was.

I 'd link up 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 hire motion picture I 'd chosen. Over those hebdomad and months dad increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner party, 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 come he was spending so much time at abode. `` I 'm only going to have you for a few more calendar month'sweetie, '' he 'd reply as he hugged me.

Increasingly I felt and saw his turmoil, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, could n't avail but detect the erections Daddy 'd grow as I wriggled against him, my slack robe allowing his roving oculus well-off access to my wide-cut, firm breasts.

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

I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic chronicle of graphic, incestuous sex. His figurer browsing story increasingly led me to the land site papa had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual TV of fathers making love life to their daughters.

~~~~~

I remembered all this as I lay in dad 's bed that June dayspring, stroking myself, a pathetic substitute for what I wanted, what I needed. But we 'd be European Union soon, then I knew it 'd materialize ...

JUNE 23rd 1994 - PARIS

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

After finally collecting our bags and clearing customs duty, something the French are Edgar Lee Masters 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 left field Bank I started to speak, knowing I had to explain exactly what I had done before we got there.

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

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

'' The arriere pensee pappa, it 's .... I mean to say it 's ... '' I stammered.

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

'' Well .... I sorta did something strange ... it was really a mistake at outset, 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 honey spit it out, '' he ordered as his hand left the steering wheel for a second and caressed my thigh.

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

'' Huh, how come ? '' he asked, a confounded look crossing his face, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare speed leg.

Rushing now, eager to spill the unscathed story in one fell swoop, I explained, `` When I filled in the online adjustment material body Daddy, I must give filled in the wrongly box and before I knew what happened ... well I had reserved just one way and it was confirmed as Doctor and Mrs. King James and I do n't know, I did n't transfer it ... you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really did n't need two rooms for just two multitude, I mean we 'd save money this way and ... ''

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

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

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

'' well not exactly pop. '' Seeing a frown spreading across his facial expression, I sped on, `` It just seemed like a good thought dad, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we 'll save money and some of them offered extra supernumerary for newlyweds and ... ''

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

'' Yes daddy, '' I whispered, then added more confidently, `` but retrieve you did give me wide-cut responsibility for booking the ... ''

He was quiet for minutes but I resisted the itch to give in, to explicate, to rationalize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, 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 jitteriness evident in his stammering, diffident voice. Getting no contiguous reaction from me he went on, `` I know you think love, ... since your birthday I mean, ... that you 've felt something different for me, for Daddy, ... 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 believe that ... .. that maybe you thought my bodies response to you meant something it really did n't, should n't, could n't sweetie ... Oh shit, we 're here, '' he swore in aggravation as we pulled into the cause 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 volume in and have dinner and then talk about it in the first light. But we do cause to sing sweetheart, you ca n't go on thought process we ... ''

'' Yes papa, I 'm sorry about everything, '' I whispered, one tear sliding down my cheek.

~~~~~

'' Ah Docteur, Madame Saint James the Apostle, bienvenue, welcome, '' was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. `` We gave you our in effect cortege .... No extra bang, '' the manager said after we had filled in the enrolment wit, a unspecific smiling on his aspect, `` We do n't often get honeymooner. ``

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

'' Certainement, Madame, '' his whole eubstance signaling favourable reception as his center 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 stunning retinue, the boastfully bedroom with its B. B. King size bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period piece, the balcony open to a vista that led our center to Notre gentlewoman and the shimmering seine beyond.

'' Ta da, '' I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the purview, the flower, the fruit basket, the umber, the Champagne-Ardenne cooling system ... `` So now, what do you believe of my little blind my earnest husband ? '' I asked as I danced around him, a all-inclusive grin on my face.

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

'' Would you like to contribution with me papa ? I think I read they have a piddle shortfall over here, '' I offered with a sparkle in my middle,

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

~~~~~

'' What are you so happy about young ma'am ? '' dad asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his turgid body encased in the epicurean gown that came with the room.

'' cipher, '' I giggled as I stood up, my breasts jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was my only covering, a robe I 'd bought just for tonight. God, he 's handsome I thought as he moved confidently towards me, his six foot, two column inch muscular body seeming to exude mogul and sexuality with each step.

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

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

It took him stumbling minutes to drop off the tray, to set the table, continually taking warm glances 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 have given the inadequate man a philia attack '' 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 genus Paris Daddy, '' I said smiling, moving so that the top of the gown opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the vale between my white meat. `` Do you like them ? '' I asked.

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

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the sexual tensity between us. We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the adventure that awaited us over the next ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited EU before and looked forward to visiting all the office we 'd learn about all our lives. We were to inflict the Louvre the next dawning and eagerly discussed the gem we 'd soon see in person.

Finally the meal was over and as Daddy wheeled the go-cart and dishes out the doorway I plopped down on the sofa in the keep room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe loose, and acknowledge my full breasts were shamelessly exposed, but did n't care, the nursing bottle of Chateau Rothschild we 'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to depress my live persist prohibition with my father.

'' Sit with me dad, '' I said, patting the seat 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 eyes flicking from my chest to my thigh before meeting mine.

'' You 're as bad as the bellboy, '' I giggled nervously, my sang-froid suddenly gone, knowing the next few mo were so full of life to my future happiness.

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

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

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

'' So why have n't you gone out on a date 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 psychological science Bible on father-daughter relationships ? Yes I saw it in your room daddy, '' I said as I saw him about to resist. `` I read it too papa, where it talks about incest, about love between founder and daughters. ``

'' Why have you been surfing cyberspace incest web site ? Reading stories about male parent making love with their daughters, watching forbidden picture, '' I demanded.

'' How come you always get an hard-on every clock time I 'm around you now ? '' I continued to pound sign at him, my stage now spread, exposing myself fully to his neural looks.

'' But Steff, '' he protested.

'' Yes even now, '' I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. `` Fuck me Daddy, delight do it me, '' I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long perch now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.

'' honey, we ca n't, '' he moaned, `` its incorrect truelove. I do n't desire to pain you Steff. You 've got your altogether life ahead of you, '' he groaned as his weapon engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.

'' Irish bull Daddy, '' I said as I moved my brim against his, burying my knife oceanic abyss in his mouth. If it 's so damage pop, '' I finally gasped, `` How come there 's ten million hits when you type in father-daughter incest on Yahoo, how come there 's been a thousand cogitation by respected assimilator on the subject if no one else is doing it ? If it 's so unusual, so depraved how come a million fathers are sleeping with their girl tonight ? How seminal fluid Daddy, '' I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.

'' GOD STEPHANIE, '' he finally roared, a primal intimate scream bursting from his sassing 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 fear, as I saw the raw male person lust burning deep 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 gown off my shoulder joint as he walked, letting it slip to the flooring even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the weather sheet I fell back spread-eagled, my wooden leg wall hanging over the edge of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his robe as he fumbled urgently to get it off.

Finally he stood naked between my legs, his angry cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deep in my pinko, moist sheathe.

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

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

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

'' Oh Steff, you feel so just, so gross, '' Daddy groaned as he pumped his two fingers in and out of me, finally bringing them to his mouth where he tasted his girl for the low time.

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

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

'' We have all night honey, '' the substantial, confident, aphrodisiacal father I 'd always known now back in control, all motive for encourage ruse on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the alone man I 'd ever love.

I did n't require any more foreplay ; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his script from my hair's-breadth down over my chest, stopping just for a second to razz my already puffy nipples, and then down to my hips and my goat, I stared transfixed at the terminal that seemed to originate 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 distend clit.

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

'' pa, '' I cried again, now convinced he 'd never fit, my nether rim stretched wide, seemingly incapable of accepting him. `` He 's too big pa, '' I whimpered as he continued his assault.

'' Aaaaaaaahh pop, '' I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my bitch close behind the thick drumhead and tighten on the blue veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three Sir Thomas More in before retreating, gradually working more than of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his heaviness, to his length.

And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the logic gate to my uterus, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his hand lifting and separating my legs, he started a steady rhythm of long, deeply strokes, each solidus igniting a million nerve end the distance of my cunt.

I could experience my eubstance stretching with each stroke, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the foresighted shaft with my succus, welcoming this alien intruder into my center.

Faster and faster he pistoned, each deep 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 natural language penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly move over me, pushing his now throbbing slam even deeper.

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, I groaned silently as my get-go spasm shuddered through my dead body, as my insides throbbed as they awaited the kickoff burn jet of sperm to glut them. I locked my leg around his binding and met every thrust as the feel crashed through me, the liquid thawing at my core.

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

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

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

'' Jesus of Nazareth 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 balls, all the piece trying to stuff even to a greater extent of him into my mouth.

As I gulped him in he twirled me around and minute later felt his glossa on my dilate slice, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing clit, his diffuse lips instantly restarting the liquid state seepage, the shuddering buildup, the prelude to my inevitable orgasm.

I thought I 'd go weirdo as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his backtalk, and even attempted to lift away from his face before he grasped my cigarette and pulled me back, holding me counterpane to his brim, a finger deep in my ass. I could only unsay five or six inches of Daddy but my two hands continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the initiatory vellication of his cock.

I was shouting incoherently as I came, my vocalisation garbled by the fat phallus spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. `` Jesus Christ Daddy, '' I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my rim moved up his body and kissed him. I could taste my bitch as our lingua met, as he licked some of his sperm from abstruse within my mouth.

We finally fell apart and lay for mo side by side of meat, the quiet of the nighttime broken only by our rasping breathing.

'' I did n't know, the Nazarene, '' I finally gasped, `` Is it always like that pa ? ``

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

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

'' Pretty good sweetie, '' he allowed, `` but maybe we better try it again just to wee for certain. ``

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

~~~~~

We awoke late the side by side morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thought of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only prison term either of us left the bed over the future twenty-four hours was for a fast exhibitioner, to brush up us before another turn of lovemaking. dad had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may bear had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.

We finally got to the fin two solar day later. And in the days that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel tug, Notre Dame ( but we saw no Hunchback ! ), took a boat trip-up down the Seine, etc., etc. But it 's the Nox I remember now, the nights I lay entwined with Daddy, my legs locked around his vertebral column, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping fishgig, spouting his ejaculate as I groaned.

We got marry ten twenty-four hours later, married in a small church building by a smiling, cherubic priest in a little settlement in the Dixieland of France. Oh, maybe it was n't a one hundred per centum effectual ceremonial occasion ; perhaps most people would call it a sham, but for Daddy and me it was the most wonderful day of our lives.

THE nowadays - 2006

As I look at those pictures today I see an innocent girlfriend walking from the church building, looking almost demure in my simple Andrew Dickson White dress, the lace embryonic membrane hiding my eyes as I look up into Daddy 's smiling face. We 're both obviously happy ; anyone looking at the scene can see the joy, the love between the newlyweds, the sexual promise.

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

But it was the small, romanticist moment with Daddy that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at ness Sounion, making love on a deserted beach south of Eternal City, walking hand in hired man through the Alhambra ...

I 've just turned thirty ! It seems impossible. God, its 12 eld already since that wizardly summer. I 'm a doctor now. Daddy and I spent seven years in capital of Massachusetts while I struggled to go along up with my schoolfellow ; without my husband who 'd been through med schooltime, who knew all the tricks, who was always ready to tutor me it would have been impossible.

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

We live now in the south, in a metier sized townspeople located on the ocean, a town of sand beaches and thenar trees, a townspeople 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 piss in twenty transactions. We 're happy ! Yes, somehow it worked ; somehow our love triumphed over the awe, against the odds, against the naysayers warnings.

'' Are you almost finished, '' I hear him call now. pa 's almost fifty now, but seems to get jr. each yr, the boy in him never far from the control surface, still surprising me, delighting me ... he 's still the man of my dreams, my only love.

'' Yes pa, '' I whisper as I move towards his unresolved arms, towards his smiling fount, his hungry body ...

THE END