“Daddy?” I whispered…

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“Daddy?” I whispered…Stephanie Seduces her Handsome FatherTHE PAST – JUNE 1994 – PITTSBURGH”Daddy,” I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when my trembling knees gently brushed against the silk sheets on his king size bed.”Daddy, 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 eager to lick inside him.No don’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 couldn’t help but gasp as his blond pubic hairs came into view, and then had to fight myself from grabbing hold of him as his long, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.Oh God it’s so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger 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 would taste like as it dribbled down my hungry throat.I knew from experience he wouldn’t wake unless I did something crazy, that he was almost impossible to rouse once he’d fallen asleep. “Oh Doctor, please make your little daughter feel better,” I pled silently to his inert form as I slipped under the sheet and fit myself against him.It had surprised me the first time I had lain in bed next to Daddy while he slept and had felt him stiffen, thinking at first he must have awakened. It was only after spending a number of nights in Daddy’s bed that I’d realized just how often his erections occurred, how again and again as the hours passed his penis would lengthen and fatten as he dreamt. I had learned to delight in the feeling of his hardness against me.Over the past four months I had taken to occasionally sneaking into Daddy’s bed as he slept, although most nights I’d only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to my room, my pussy tingling as I fled. Only twice had I stayed right through til morning but both times he woke to find me dressed demurely in my most 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 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 thighs. I fled that first time, his sticky cream oozing down my legs as I ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as I threw myself onto my bed. I tasted Daddy’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 first night I’d often seen Daddy come, and increasingly had had to fight myself from straddling Daddy and taking him inside me as he slept. But I knew that I had to be patient only a little while longer, that we’d be in Europe soon, knew that for ten weeks we’d be together and that inevitably we’d make love.Still, tonight I’d decided to spend the night in Daddy’s bed, have him awaken to my naked body curled against him, preparing him for what was to come, for what he’d already started to desire.~~~~~”Sweetie, wake up! What are you doing in my bed honey?” was the first thing I heard the next morning as I woke to Daddy gently shaking my shoulder.”Oh Daddy,” I murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below my breasts, my ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect. “I had a nightmare Daddy, a terrible nightmare,” I said in a little girl’s voice as I leaned over towards him, letting him feel my nipple brush against his chest.”But honey, Jesus” he started to protest, his eyes raking over my firm, ripe teenage body.”But what Daddy?” I interrupted, suddenly remembering how I had awoken late in the night and felt Daddy’s big shaft pumping a nocturnal emission 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 soft silk against my skin,” I added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on my back and thighs, Daddy’s sperm coating me.”You’re my daughter sweetie. You know people wouldn’t understand you sleeping naked in your father’s bed.””You sleep naked,” I pouted. “And besides, who cares what other people think?” I demanded as I pressed insistently against him. “Besides, you’ve seen me naked before – I am your daughter! And you’re my doctor,” I added indignantly, “You’re supposed to see my body. Is something wrong with it?” I asked laying back and spreading my legs and arms, opening myself to my Daddy’s inspection.”Of course not Stef! It’s just that you’re a big girl now. You’ve become a woman honey,” he stammered as I saw his cock rise from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against his stomach. “It’s not right for you to sleep in your Daddy’s bed. You shouldn’t look at me honey when I’m naked,” 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 couldn’t stop himself from pulling me into his warm arms, couldn’t stop himself from asking, “What was your bad dream about baby?””It was dark Daddy, so dark,” I whispered, my lips just inches from his. “They attacked me Daddy, in a dark alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly,… they hurt me Daddy,” I added, whimpering now.”Who sweetie? Who were they? What did they do to you honey?””They hit me Daddy… so hard, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling body. They scared me so much Daddy! They were foreigners… Arabs I think, big, ugly, dirty men with long smelly beards. They wanted to **** me Daddy, despoil me because I’m an American…. Oh Daddy, they were so dirty and they made me do terrible things,” I said, my body now trembling in his arms.”What things Steffie?” Dad asked, horror now etched on his face, clearly living his worst nightmare, the defilement of his only daughter, but unable now not to hear all the gruesome details.”Oh Daddy! It was so terrible,” I cried as I wriggled in his arms, the blond curls on my pubic mound being crushed by his pulsing shaft. “The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my mouth Daddy, he made me swallow him. Oh God, I gagged Daddy, each time he pushed it into my throat…it hurt Daddy,” I wept, my face contorted into a grimace of disgust, “….and then one of the other ones put his finger in my rear, into my … oh, anus,… you know, my bum Daddy…then he put his penis, his big Arab penis….they weren’t circumcised Daddy… it was awful, filthy…””Its okay sweetie, please stop, its okay don’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 honey,” he promised, even as his rock hard penis tried to burrow into my stomach.”What about next year Daddy? When I’m away at school… all alone… there are so many foreigners in Boston Daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we’re blond and good looking and healthy and smart and happy 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 lips found my Daddy’s.”Forever Steffie,” he insisted as he moved his burning lips over my face, swallowing my salty tears.”I wish there were more men like you Daddy. I wish I could find a boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the boys at school aren’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 voice. “You’ll find a nice boy your own age soon sweetie, a boy you’ll fall in love with, a boy you’ll want to marry and start a family with,” he continued, but I could see he was happy and excited with my compliment.”I don’t want a boy Daddy… and no ones as handsome as you Daddy,” I said as I hugged him even tighter, forcing him to feel his little girl’s now ripe body.”God honey, I’m an old man, way too old and feeble for a beautiful young girl like you,” he protested, but made no attempt to move away, in fact seemed to push his hard shaft even harder into me.”No you’re not! All my friends think you’re sooo hot.””Yeah sure,” Daddy responded, a blush spreading across his face. “I can just see all your eighteen year old high school girlfriends 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 Daddy’s cock throbbing against me. “When you came out last Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Monica and Jacqui were going to attack you.””No way!” he exclaimed.”And when you got out of the water and came over and talked to us….wow!””What?””Your thing Daddy…. Your penis, it stretched your suit so much Daddy. We could see practically everything! And it looked so big!””Stephanie!” Daddy stammered loudly, feigning anger even as he pushed it harder against me.”You should have heard what they said Daddy when you left …about how they’d like to get you alone and take off your suit and feel it in…,” I trailed off giggling.”I’m sorry honey, I won’t wear it again, I didn’t mean to embarrass…””Its okay Daddy, I liked it. I’m proud of my Daddy, proud they think you’re such a sexy man. Their fathers are both old guys, its only you my friends dream 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 right, I’m her doctor,” he mumbled.”And it is big Daddy,” I said huskily, my eyes drifting down towards the crimson cock that lay between our bodies. “Don’t you like it that young girls want you Daddy?” I teased after a long pause. “Wouldn’t you like to make love to Monica or Jacqui or one of my other friends?””They’re just girls Steffie; I’d never have sex with young friends of yours, I’ve known them since they were little girls, they’re my patients,” he protested fiercely as he grew ever harder against my stomach.”You don’t like them? You don’t think they have nice bodies Daddy? You don’t think they’re sexy when you see them naked in your office?” I demanded.”They’re nice girls honey, but they’re too young for me…””They’re woman now Daddy, like me. Don’t you think I’m pretty? Sexy? Don’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 wasn’t your daughter, your little girl, would you want to make love to me Daddy?” I pressed him for an answer even as my fingers moved onto and around his hardness.”Jesus Steffie!” He groaned rolling away from me, and then rose up and jumped out of bed, his long shaft bouncing proudly as he moved.”Awww, stay in bed with me a few more minutes Daddy,” I pled as he disappeared into his bathroom. What’s he thinking about I wondered as I heard the shower running. I know your body wants me Daddy but what about you?I was on my back naked, my legs spread, when Daddy reappeared minutes later, drops of water dotting his broad chest, a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had one knee raised in the air, and my thin strands of blond pubic hair were no barrier as his eyes locked on my pink insides as he approached the bed.”C’mon sweetie, time to get up, you don’t want to be late 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 inner thigh.”God it’s only six-thirty Dad, why are you up so early anyway?” I complained as I pushed my knee further into his hand, opening myself further to his hungry gaze.”I have an operation at eight honey, I gotta rush,” he explained as he quickly stood and started to pull 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 Daddy try to stuff his fat cock under the inadequate material. “I like it when I see him so hard Daddy, do you need any help?” I continued as Daddy blushed and turned away from my eager eyes.Finally dressed, he turned back to me and gave me a quick 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 booking of our trip going anyway honey? You’ve only got a couple of days more you know. Have you got it all finalized?” he asked as he moved, his eyes never leaving me as he backed towards the door.”I finished yesterday Daddy. I’ll give you all the details çankırı escort tonight. Bye, love you,” I yelled as he finally slipped through the doorway.”Oh Jesus,” I moaned aloud as I heard the front door slammed shut, the fingers of my left hand snaking down between my already damp thighs. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy I watched myself in the wall mirror facing the bed, and could see my engorged nether lips, my erect clit, my fingers as they slowly spread my slit and penetrated my throbbing pussy.It almost hurt as I arched upwards to meet my probing finger, yet even this inadequate replacement for Daddy’s big prick still brought me to a shuddering orgasm in minutes, my frustration assuaged momentarily by my copious spending. I brought my sopping fingers to my mouth and reveled in my taste, wishing only that it was mixed with Daddy’s thick white sauce.”Paris,” I mumbled as I sucked my index finger, “Just four more days Daddy. We’ll make love for the first time in Paris,” 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 lover and left us. It had always been innocent until last February, when I’d finally realized I didn’t want the boys my age who in increasing numbers were flocking around me; neither Billy nor Jason had come close to igniting the passion that Daddy could arouse with just one kind look, one gesture, one caress. Lying in Daddy’s bed, still warm from his body, I thought back to that February night four months ago that had precipitated everything that was now happening in my life.FEBUARY 1994Daddy 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 party he had called it. A celebration of my being accepted that week into the September 1994 Freshman Class of Harvard Medical SchoolI had worn high heels and my sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk number, to celebrate the occasion, my breasts free under the low cut top, the high slit in the dress exposing my firm, long thighs with every step I made. I had been elated when I had come downstairs and Daddy’s mouth had plopped open, clearly stunned at the picture I made.”What?” I demanded, surprised how good it felt to have my Daddy so obviously excited watching me.His gasped, “You’re so beautiful Steff,” combined with the way his eyes roamed hungrily over me excited me in a way I’d never been before. He’s your Daddy silly, I thought to myself as he walked me arm-in-arm to the car, but still remembered the comments my friends were always making about Daddy, about how they’d love to be alone with him.It was the perfect evening and Daddy made me feel like a girl who had been transformed into a Princess, his Princess, and I, with no prior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to treat him like a real 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 view of my full breasts, my hard crimson nipples; sitting, I moved my dress so the slit was towards the front, my wispy thin red silk panties 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 mound into him as my fingers gently caressed his hair, his neck. It was then that I felt it for the first time, felt Daddy’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 excitement when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the sexual energy echoing between us. I was actually shaking as he escorted me to my bedroom door, new wild, impossible, i****tuous sexual thoughts whirling through my brain. Waiting, wondering what next, 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 pearls sitting on a bed of black silk. A card had slipped from the top of the box when I went to lift the lustrous string, and recognizing Daddy’s miniature scrawl, and shaking I read:Dear StephanieI’m so proud of you Steff! No father on Earth has ever been luckier than I – to have 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 home from the hospital. To think that today that little girl is now eighteen and soon will be leaving me for university and adulthood is almost incomprehensible. I’m so proud of you honey, how well you’ve done, what an outstanding person you’ve become.There has never been anyone else in the world I have loved more than you; I can’t imagine having lived my life without you in it. You bring so much joy into my lifeThank you darling, I love you so much,Daddyp.s. I thought maybe you’d like to wear these pearls when we have dinner in Paris this summerI 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 love to more than Daddy. As I stood sobbing in his arms, being hugged and kissed by the only person I had ever loved, I felt a surge of sexual attraction echo through my body, my tongue, my lips, my nipples, my liquid insides, my whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.My fumblings with Billy in the back seat of his car, the kissing, the touching, the frantic grappling; sleepovers with Jacqui and Monica where we talked endlessly of 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, feeling, demanding, urging.”Steff, are you okay?” finally penetrated into my foggy thoughts and brought me slowly back to a new reality.”Oh Daddy, your words, they’re so beautiful, thank you,” I whispered, and then added, “You’re the only man I’ll ever love,” while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to recognize the new me, wanting him to feel as I, wanting him to grasp that we were destined to be joined in every way.I could feel a shiver of excitement tremor through his body as our tongues met and explored and couldn’t help but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach.”Sweetie!” Daddy gasped as he pulled back from me, confusion and desire dueling on his face.After spinning in his 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 fingers caress me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, “Oh Jesus Steff, I’m sorry, I didn’t..””Can you attach them Daddy,” I asked, ignoring his apology as I slipped the pearls into his left hand and leaned back against his chest.”Of course honey,” he said eagerly, clearly glad to have something innocent to do, relieved that I hadn’t seemed to notice his furtive touch.His hands were like satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my long blond curls to bare me for his ring of pearls. I could feel his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end slip free, allowing the cool, white balls to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts.”Oh Daddy, 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 tits, 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 feel Daddy’s excitement throbbing into the crack of my rear and knew he was feeling the same emotions and desires that were exploding inside of me.”They’re beautiful,” I sang as I danced away from him and into my room, my song of joy a reflection of the happiness I felt at finding my life partner, my lover, my only future.”Look at the pearls Daddy,” I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in front of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin straps off my shoulders and let my top drop to my waist, baring my firm, full orbs to his startled eyes.”Stephanie!” Daddy stammered as he stared, uncertain what to say or where to look.”There just breasts Daddy,” I pooh pawed him, “everybody’s got them, I just want to see how the pearls look on me,” and then started to twirl the necklace over my chest. “They keep getting stuck on my nipples Daddy,” I complained with a little slur, faking a tipsiness that I didn’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, firm orb to him.”They’re perfect honey,” he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his little daughters show, believing that this was an innocent daughters play and not a dangerous sexual act.”I had a perfect day Daddy, I love you so much,” I finished, yawning as I leaned into his strong, welcoming arms. “I’m so sleepy.””C’mon Steff, I’ll put you to bed,” he said gruffly, his love for me so clear. As I fell back on the bed I could see a moments hesitation before his hands moved to my waist and pulled my dress over my hips and down my legs, leaving me naked except for my pearls 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 legs were in the air and my panties only at mid thigh. “Here, let me help,” he offered in his most fatherly voice, as if he was just helping me with homework or the dishes, but I could feel the tremor in his fingers as he touched me.”Do you like my new panties Daddy,” I asked, a tipsy, teasing tone still in my voice, “I bought them just for tonight, just for you, just for my favorite man.””That’s nice sweetie,” he responded, as he lifted me so he could get the sheet out from under me.After finally getting me arranged and the sheet placed over my naked skin he turned to go, whispering a ‘goodnight darling’ as he started to back away.”Stay for a few minutes Daddy,” I pled as I grabbed his arm.”What honey?””Lie next to me Daddy, like you did when I was younger,” I mumbled drowsily, “stay with me until I fall asleep.””Sure honey,” he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a moments hesitation his pants, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his white boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently stroked my blond hair. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were less than a half inch from his cheek, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his strong chest.He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping next to his eighteen year old daughter, the continuous hardness against my thigh a graphic proof.~~~~~Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the next morning, a question burning in my brain as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter.”What honey?” he finally growled as his head emerged from under his sheet.”What did you mean about Paris and pearls in your letter last night Daddy?” I asked impatiently.”Oh that,” he answered nonchalantly as he sat up, not noticing how little of himself was covered.”Oh that what?” I insisted.”Well, do you happen to be doing anything on June 23rd by any chance my dear?” he asked mysteriously as he reached for an envelope sitting on the table next to his bed.”No Daddy, you know graduations on the 21st and then I’m free for the summer.”Smiling he handed me the envelope which soon yielded two airplane tickets. He was grinning as I slowly deciphered the itinerary. “Pittsburgh – Paris leaving on the 23rd and returning on August 30th for two,” I read. “But what does it mean Daddy? Which two are going to Paris?” I asked, more confused now than ever.”Well I thought that Doctor Roderick S. James and his lovely daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the Continent,” Daddy said smugly, a wide grin impossible to hold back.”But how? …. You have work… Where will we go? … Really… really, just the two of us?” I stammered as joy flooded through me.”Doctor James has already told his colleagues and the hospital escort çankırı administration that he will be out of the country for the time period covered by those tickets my dear,” he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. “He feels that this might be his last chance to give his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the greater world.”I didn’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 couldn’t help but notice his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of both fear and excitement as I saw Daddy’s penis for the first time, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge.How big is it when it’s hard I wondered as Daddy asked, “I take it you’re free then Miss James?””Oh yes Daddy,” I shouted, “Where are we going to go exactly?””That’s your job sweetie.””What!””I got the tickets – it’s up to you to decide where we’ll go and when. You got four months to decide and then to book the rooms and cars and flights and whatever else you want.””But..””No buts my lovely daughter, it’s your job.””Anywhere I want?””Your job!”And that’s how Daddy had left it and me those four months ago and ever since all I’d thought about was Daddy’s big penis and how I was going to convince him to let me have it for the rest of our lives!SPRING 1994In the months that followed, through March and April and May, our relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night. We were suddenly in new unknown territory; now longer was it just the innocent loving father-daughter relationship we’d lived for eighteen 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 forbidden love, of society’s criminalization of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him; society’s taboos against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. tinyurl.com/SeducingDaddy While I welcomed what my body was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges.Everything I did over those months was directed at making Daddy accept what I knew was inevitable but still as I studied the problem and i****t in general I was stunned at what I found.Daughters do love their fathers like I did! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an only c***d whose mother had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my Mommies place and become Daddy’s girl.I set out to seduce him over those months. I dressed better, no more jeans or sweats and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and skirt ensembles, just sexy enough that Daddy couldn’t ignore 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 woman I was.I’d join him in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against him as we watched a rented movie I’d chosen. Over those weeks and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social life now evenings with his daughter.I even teased him from time to time, as I’d sit with him watching a movie I’d ask him why he wasn’t out with one of his many girlfriends, how come he was spending so much time at home. “I’m only going to have you for a few more months’ sweetie,” he’d reply as he hugged me.Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, couldn’t help but notice the erections Daddy’d grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts.We didn’t discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the 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 accounts of graphic, i****tuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to the sites Daddy had been surfing, sites that had accounts of, and actual videos of fathers making love to their daughters.~~~~~I remembered all this as I lay in Daddy’s bed that June morning, stroking myself, a poor substitute for what I wanted, what I needed. But we’d be Europe soon, then I knew it’d happen…JUNE 23rd 1994 – PARISOur 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, something the French are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty, and as Daddy drove our rented car towards our small but upscale four star hotel on the Left Bank I started to talk, knowing I had to explain exactly what I had done before we got there.”About the hotel Daddy, our room,” I started tentatively.”Un huh,” he muttered, clearly engrossed in the passing city.”The reservation Daddy, it’s…. I mean to say it’s…” I stammered.”What Steff?” he asked, taking his eye of the road for a sec to look at me, a big smile on his face.”Well…. I sorta did something strange … it was really a mistake at first, I mean I didn’t plan it… it just happened when I booked, and then I….. well, I just kinda let it go, I… you might not, I don’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 face now scrunched up in a near grimace, “The hotel might be expecting a married couple Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon.””Huh, how come?” he asked, a confused look crossing his face, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg.Rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell swoop, I explained, “When I filled in the online registration form Daddy, I must have 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. James and I don’t know, I didn’t change it… you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really didn’t need two rooms for just two people, 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 touch of both anger and amusement in his voice.”Well not exactly Daddy.” Seeing a scowl spreading across his face, I sped on, “It just seemed like a good idea Daddy, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we’ll save money and some of them offered special extras for newlyweds and…””So we’re man and wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athens, the Greek Islands, Istanbul honey?” he asked, the fingers of his free hand now back on the steering wheel and tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly?”Yes Daddy,” I whispered, then added more confidently, “but remember you did give me full responsibility for booking the…”He was quiet for minutes but I resisted the urge to break in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to him, that I had to wait, to let him decide, react.”We haven’t talked about…. I mean, you know, about what’s happened between us,…” he finally started, his nervousness evident in his stammering, unsure voice. Getting no immediate response from me he went on, “I know you think honey,… 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 help him. “I know I should have said something before,” he went on, “I’ve wanted to but … if I’ve led you to believe that….. that maybe you thought my bodies reaction to you meant something it really didn’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t sweetie… Oh shit, we’re here,” he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the drive fronting the hotel. “Lets not worry about it for tonight honey,” he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, “we’ll just book in and have dinner and then talk about it in the morning. But we do have to talk sweetie, you can’t go on thinking we …””Yes Daddy, I’m sorry about everything,” I whispered, one tear sliding down my cheek.~~~~~”Ah Docteur, Madame James, bienvenue, welcome,” was what greeted Daddy and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. “We gave you our best suite…. No extra charge,” the manager said after we had filled in the registration cards, a broad smile on his face, “We don’t often get newlyweds.””Merci beaucoup monsieur,” I cooed as I leaned into Daddy and kissed him lightly on the lips. “We’re so tired monsieur,” I said turning to the manager, “We’d just like to shower and change and have dinner in our room. Can you have dinner sent up?””Certainement, Madame,” his whole body signaling approval as his eyes hungrily roved over my young, ripe body, wishing it was he who was going to spend the night in my bed.~~~~~It turned out to be a stunning suite, the large bedroom with its king size bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period pieces, the balcony open to a vista that led our eyes to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine beyond.”Ta da,” I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the flowers, the fruit basket, the chocolates, the champagne cooling… “So now, what do you think of my little subterfuge my dear husband?” I asked as I danced around him, a broad grin on my face.”Not bad Mrs. James,” he finally conceded. “Now go and get your shower, our dinner will be here soon,” he ordered smiling, giving me a gentle slap on my butt as I started towards the washroom.”Would you like to share with me Daddy? I think I read they have a water shortage over here,” I offered with a twinkle in my eyes,”Go!” he ordered laughing, as he watched me pull my sweater over my head, and I knew his eyes were still on my bare back as I started towards the door, and dropping my little, 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 lady?” Daddy asked later when he finally emerged from the washroom and shower, his large body encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.”Nothing,” 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 inch muscular body seeming to exude power and sexuality with each step.”And dinner?” he asked but before I had a chance to respond we heard the light tapping on the door and Daddy pivoted and moved to answer it, and then let in an thin, elderly, uniformed bellboy, pushing a dish laden cart.”Monsieur, Madame,” he wheezed through smoke damaged lungs, but his eyes lit up when he saw me, when he saw what I was wearing. His eyes rushed to my cleavage, to the dark circles that showed through the thin silk, to the hem of my robe, only just covering my blond curls.It took him stumbling minutes to unload the tray, to set the table, continually taking quick glances at me as he worked, finally pushed out of the room by Daddy, clutching the ten euros that had been offered him, the front of his pants bulging outward.”You might have given the poor man a heart attack” Daddy laughed as he turned back towards me.”Well at least some men find me attractive Daddy.””You’re wearing your pearls,” he finally responded as we both sat at the table.”You said they were for Paris Daddy,” I said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between my breasts. “Do you like them?” I asked.”They’re beautiful honey,” he whispered, not even noticing the pearls as he drank me in.We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the sexual tension between us. We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten weeks. Neither of us had ever visited Europe before and looked forward to visiting all the places we’d heard about all our lives. We were to visit the Louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we’d soon see in person.Finally the meal was over and as Daddy wheeled the cart and dishes out the door I plopped down on the sofa in the living room, one leg under me as I sat. I felt my robe open, and knew my full breasts were shamelessly exposed, but didn’t care, the çankırı escort bayan bottle of Chateau Rothsc***d we’d emptied with our meal had been just enough to lower my last remaining inhibitions with my father.”Sit with me Daddy,” I said, patting the 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 sofa he watched me, his eyes flicking from my breasts to my thighs before meeting mine.”You’re as bad as the bellboy,” I giggled nervously, my sang-froid suddenly gone, knowing the next few minutes were so vital 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 lovers,” he sputtered. “You’re my daughter, my beautiful daughter… We can’t…I don’t think of you like that Steff,” he finished, but his tentative words seemed said more to convince himself more than me.”You don’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 haven’t you gone out on a date for the last four months?””What?””You used to date all the time, now you never do,” I insisted.”But I ….,” he stammered before I cut him off.”Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on father-daughter relationships? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy,” I said as I saw him about to protest. “I read it too Daddy, where it talks about i****t, about love between fathers and daughters.””Why have you been surfing internet i****t sites? Reading stories about fathers making love with their daughters, watching forbidden videos,” I demanded.”How come you always get an erection every time I’m around you now?” I continued to pound at him, my legs now spread, exposing myself fully to his nervous looks.”But Steff,” he protested.”Yes even now,” I insisted, my hand sliding under his robe and grasping his thick cock. “Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me,” I cried as I moved on top of him, straddling him as he sat, his long pole now leaping upwards as I spread his robe.”Honey, we can’t,” he moaned, “its wrong sweetie. I don’t want to hurt you Steff. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you,” he groaned as his arms engulfed me, desperately holding me as he rejected me.”Bullshit Daddy,” I said as I moved my lips against his, burying my tongue deep in his mouth. If it’s so wrong Daddy,” I finally gasped, “How come there’s ten million hits when you type in father-daughter i****t on Yahoo, how come there’s been a thousand studies by respected scholars on the subject if no one else is doing it? If it’s so unusual, so perverted how come a million fathers are sleeping with their daughters tonight? How come Daddy,” I asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking him.”GOD STEPHANIE,” he finally roared, a primeval sexual scream bursting from his lips as he stood, effortlessly lifting me and then carrying me towards the bedroom.Watching his eyes as he carried me, I had a moment of panic, of fear, as I saw the raw male lust burning deep inside him, unleashed now, and wondered, too late maybe, if I had made a mistake, if we weren’t about to cross some inviolate line.He pulled my gaping robe off my shoulders as he walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the bed. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spread-eagled, my legs hanging over the 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 pink, moist sheathe.”Daddy!” I pled, scared now, convinced now it’d never fit, that it would split me. God, it’s double the size of Jason’s I thought, and even he had hurt me the first time.He grabbed my rear cheeks and easily lifted me up, carrying me backwards up the bed as he crawled between my legs, his thick organ now bouncing between my thighs as he lowered his lips onto mine.”Oh Daddy yesssss,” I moaned as he left my lips and moved his tongue over my chin and down onto an aching nipple, swallowing it as his teeth pulled and stretched it. “Jesus,” I screamed when I felt first one and then a second finger slip inside me, my hips arching upward in lust.”Oh Steff, you feel so good, so perfect,” Daddy groaned as he pumped his two fingers in and out of me, finally bringing them to his mouth where he tasted his daughter for the first time.My hand stole to his penis as he inhaled my aroma and tasted my sticky 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 strong, confident, sexy father I’d always known now back in control, all need for further artifice on my part now gone, I was finally going to be made love to by the only man I’d ever love.I didn’t need any more foreplay; I was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration I craved. As he ran his hands from my hair down over my breasts, stopping just for a second to tease 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 hands moved over my ass and pulled my thighs apart, positioning me so his incredibly large cockhead rested lightly against my distended clit.”Daddy,” I moaned as he moved his cock so that it was perfectly aligned with my opening and gently pushed, steadily forcing the head into me.”DADDY,” I cried again, now convinced he’d never fit, my nether lips stretched wide, seemingly incapable of accepting him. “He’s too big Daddy,” I whimpered as he continued his assault.”Aaaaaaaahh Daddy,” I groaned as I felt the head pop through, and as I felt my cunt close behind the thick head and tighten on the blue veined shaft. He worked slowly now, first feeding me three more inches before retreating, gradually working more of himself into me as I adjusted to him, to his thickness, to his length.And then he was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to my womb, and then watched as kneeling between my legs, his hands lifting and separating my legs, he started a steady rhythm of long, deep strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the length of my cunt.I could feel my body stretching with each stroke, endlessly opening and closing on him, lubricating him as he pumped, coating the long shaft with my juice, welcoming this 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 tongue penetrating me, his hips started to relentlessly move 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 first spasm shuddered through my body, as my insides throbbed as they awaited the first burning jet of sperm to flood them. I locked my legs around his back and met every thrust as the feeling crashed through me, the liquid melting 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 cock filled me.I was sweating, whimpering, trembling when he finally pulled his still semi-hard spear from me, its wet head wearing our orgasmic juices like a proud cloak. I slid down Daddy’s body, unable to resist the urge to taste him, engulfing his fat cockhead hungrily as I milked the last drops of cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down my throat.”Jesus 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 while trying to stuff even more of him into my mouth.As I gulped him in he twirled me around and seconds later felt his tongue on my distended gash, licking, probing, sucking, nibbling, before he finally found my throbbing clitoris, his soft lips instantly restarting the liquid oozing, the shuddering buildup, the prelude to my inevitable orgasm.I thought I’d go crazy as he worked me, writhing and thrashing on his mouth, and even attempted to lift away from his face before he grasped my butt and pulled me back, holding me spread to his lips, a finger deep in my ass. I could only swallow five or six inches of Daddy but my two hands continued to work him as I sucked him in and soon felt the first twitching of his cock.I was shouting incoherently as I came, my voice garbled by the fat penis spurting urgently in my mouth, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce Daddy continued to pump into me. “Jesus Daddy,” I finally gasped and with cum oozing from my lips moved up his body and kissed him. I could taste my cunt as our tongues met, as he licked some of his sperm from deep within my mouth.We finally fell apart and lay for minutes side by side, the silence of the night broken only by our rasping breathing.”I didn’t know, Jesus,” I finally gasped, “Is it always like that Daddy?””Oh sweetie, it’s never been like that before, never, never, never,” he laughed exultingly as he turned and pulled me to him.”You mean I was 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 make sure.””You mean you can do it agaaaain Daddy?” 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 pole, pretending I was in control, but knowing I’d be his slave forever.~~~~~We awoke late the next morning, sticky and sweaty and smelly and sated, all thoughts of the Louvre and the Mona Lisa long forgotten. The only time either of us left the bed over the next twenty-four hours was for a quick shower, to refresh us before another bout of lovemaking. Daddy had totally accepted what we had become, any misgivings he may have had had been blown away in our passionate embraces.We finally got to the Louvre two days later. And in the days that followed we visited Versailles, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame (but we saw no Hunchback!), took a boat trip down the Seine, etc., etc. But it’s the nights I remember now, the nights I lay entwined with Daddy, my legs locked around his back, thrashing under him as he filled me with his pumping lance, spouting his seed as I groaned.We got married ten days later, married in a small church by a smiling, cherubic priest in a little village in the south of France. Oh, maybe it wasn’t a one hundred percent legal ceremony; perhaps most people would call it a sham, but for Daddy and me it was the most wonderful day of our lives.THE PRESENT – 2006As I look at those pictures today I see an innocent girl walking from the church, looking almost demure in my simple white dress, the lace veil hiding my eyes as I look up into Daddy’s smiling face. We’re both obviously happy; anyone looking at the pictures can see the joy, the love between the newlyweds, the sexual promise.The rest of that wonderful 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 warm waters of the Aegean 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, romantic moments with Daddy that I treasure the most, the kiss as the sun set at Cape Sounion, making love on a deserted beach south of Rome, walking hand in hand through the Alhambra…I’ve just turned thirty! It seems impossible. God, its twelve years already since that magical summer. I’m a doctor now. Daddy and I spent seven years in Boston while I struggled to keep up with my classmates; without my husband who’d been through med school, who knew all the tricks, who was always ready to tutor me it would have been impossible.Our three girls were born during those years, and now at 11, 9, and seven they’re the centre of our existence, of our happiness.We live now in the south, in a medium sized town located on the ocean, a town of sand beaches and palm trees, a town where after closing the clinic for the day, my husband and I can grab the girls and we can be in our boat and on the water in twenty minutes. We’re happy! Yes, somehow it worked; somehow our love triumphed over the fears, against the odds, against the naysayers warnings.”Are you almost finished,” I hear him call now. Daddy’s almost fifty now, but seems to get younger each year, the boy in him never far from the surface, still surprising me, delighting me … he’s still the man of my dreams, my only love.”Yes Daddy,” I whisper as I move towards his open arms, towards his smiling face, his hungry body…THE END