"Daddy?" I Whispered - Stephanie seduces her handsome father.

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"DADDY?" I whispered

Stephanie Seduces her Handsome Father

THE PAST – JUNE 1994 - PITTSBURGH

"Daddy," I whispered as I glided across the moonlit room, stopping
only when my 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 rape 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 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. 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 1994

Daddy had surprised me on that night four months ago, taking me out
for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Pittsburgh's most
glamorous night spots – my coming out party he had called it. A
celebration of my being accepted that week into the September 1994
Freshman Class of Harvard Medical School

I 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, incestuous 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 Stephanie

I'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 life

Thank you darling, I love you so much,

Daddy

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

I think it was that moment in time when I realized there was no one in
the world I'd rather spend my life with, that there was no one else in
the world I wanted to make 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
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"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
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 1994

In 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.
While I welcomed what my body was demanding, I could see him
continually fight his ever increasing urges.

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

Daughters do love their fathers like I did! In fact as I read and
studied I found that for someone like me, an only child whose mother
had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that
I would try to take my 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,
incestuous 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 – 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, 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 bottle of Chateau Rothschild
we'd emptied with our meal had been just enough to lower my last
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"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 incest,
about love between fathers and daughters."

"Why have you been surfing internet incest 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
incest 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 - 2006

As 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...