I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was marriage second time around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in truth they were best friends with welfare, rather than being in dear. But they had been together for four years, and the relationship worked ; as well as having loads in common, he earned really good money - to a greater extent than Yvonne's for the first time husband ever had, so she was felicitous with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a neat James Cook, which was important to Frank, as he couldn't cook goner ! They were faithful to each other and had a moderately active sex lifetime, so overall, it was a successful relationship.

Yvonne's seventeen-year-old daughter, Gillian - or Jilly as she preferred to be called - still lived with them. She was a typically cute thirteen-year-old when Yvonne and weenie first met, and Frank had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the rails in a John R. Major way after her Father of the Church had walked out, and it took a good couple of year for to reconcile down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of Frank, and he was secretly pleased, hoping he was having a overconfident influence on her.

He was also very cognisant that she had grown from a girl into a woman while he had been with Yvonne. She was pretty and curvy in a way that he was struggling to snub. Although she was an adult now, she was Yvonne's daughter, and young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't sufficiency to save him at bay, he was also sure that she would be totally grossed out if ever did come on to her. It didn't stop him fantasising about her when he was having sex with Yvonne though, and he was almost for certain that Jilly sometimes flirted with him, but he never took it seriously.

One night, when Yvonne was on night-shift, he went to bed early to watch football in bed. It was a treat he could only enjoy when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her room all evening. While he was watching the game, he heard Jilly's threshold assailable, and then a whang on his door. He thought he heard her sniff. He slept naked, so he checked he was covered up before inviting her in.

She almost burst into the room and leapt onto the bed, cuddling into him, in snag. She was wearing a tight Andrew D. White tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickers. She had decent-sized titty and her pap were pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Her long blonde hair was tied in lot above her ears. He entertained a fleeting crude view about her, and then silently reprimanded himself for thinking that way when she was clearly distressed.

When he asked her what was wrong she explained that she had been watching a revulsion movie, and it had terrified her. She asked if she could sleep in his bed for the Night. She was too frightened to go back to her own room. He hesitated, and she apparently took that as a ‘ yes'as she slid straight beneath the quilt with her head on his chest and an arm around his waist, squeezing tight.

He felt he had no choice but to let her cuddle in to him ; he would feel awful sending her back to her room in that land, so he just sighed in compliance, put an arm around her shoulder, and carried on watching the game, hoping that would distract him from thoughts he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to sour.

He felt her relax, and her breathing fell into a light, stiff cycle. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingers pertain his pubic hair. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he lay off her without hurting her spirit ? What if it was unwilled and she was just falling asleep ? Suggesting she was deliberately behaving inappropriately when she wasn't would alarm her.

He waited, trying to convince himself it was clean-handed. Her ventilation was slow and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting easy, but then her hand moved down onto his peter. He didn't dare movement. He listened to her breathing. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't move again, and her breathing stayed light and slow.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could experience his heart trouncing faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked young woman, and her deal was touching his prick. He wanted her but knew it was haywire. She was his step-daughter, and he had a parental duty towards her. He should not be thinking about her business firm Loretta Young body pressed up against him, or her fingers resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his putz swell a little beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was uncoerced himself to check. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erecting. He was suddenly aware of her digit curling around his cock and gently massaging it, and it immediately stiffened even more.

"Jilly. No. You mustn't,"he whispered, but she massaged a little more firmly and he groaned as his prick rapidly became fully set up. She was masturbating him properly now, but still beneath the quilt. She released him for a consequence, pushing the comfort away to divulge him, and his erection slapped against his stomach. She took him in hand again, continuing to masturbate him as quickly as she could. He was conscious of the fact that her top dog was still on his chest, with her face just inches from the tip of his iron-hard peter.

He thought his head word was going to burst - his mind was screaming at him to stop this immediately, but his shaft was begging for more.

Then Jilly spoke, her voice strangely unseasoned and girly-sounding."You've got such a big willy, Daddy. Can I suckle it ?"

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her rima oris, her head bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the rails when she was young, judging from her puzzle blowjob attainment. He groaned with pleasure at the toothsome sensations of her indulgent brim and wet tongue caressing the vain head of his cock, and knew that he was beyond stopping her now.

She rolled over so that she was lying on his stage, gazing up at him with big round innocent eye as she continued to suck him, her bunches swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her mouth instantly.

After a yoke of minutes, she stopped, but held his gaze, as she slowly raised up onto her knees. She peeled off her tee-shirt, then stood straddling his legs and removed her knickers. She was shaved. He didn't dare move. He just stared up at her as she began to massage her breasts. She let one manus wandered down between her ramification, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a digit inside herself.

She giggled."Ooh pop !"That impossibly sexy, girly voice again."You've made me so wet !"Another giggle."Does Daddy want to play with Jilly's titties ? I bet he does !"

She dropped to her knees, kneeling astride his thighs, and reached for his hands, pulling them up to her titty. They were warm and business firm, and her neat, pink little pap stiffened with arousal at his attender touch. She was stroking his cock again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nose to poke with him, gazing into his eyes. as he gently squeezed her breasts."Jilly wants to play ponies, and ride on pop's big stiff willy,"she whispered playfully, and swiftly lowered herself straight down onto him. He groaned aloud as his solid length slid deep inside her, and she began to squirm back and forth, grinding herself off against him.

His thinker was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so wrong but the touch sensation of her slopped wet cunt gliding up and down his strong shaft was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately take ascendancy and stop her, but letting her halt in charge and use him for her own gratification was too big a turn-on ; he was committing adultery and felt hangdog but didn't want it to break off ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn't consume his optic off her beautiful body and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her tight unseasoned twat muscle continued to rhythmically energize his unbending shaft.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal pace, grinding her Brigham Young clit against him until she came, long, hard and tawdry. She leaned forward and kissed him on the backtalk for the first sentence, hard and passionate, and he responded, his hands roaming all over her lithe young body.

She broke away, fluttered her eyelashes, her head cocked to one incline."doe papa want a ride on Jilly, now ?"He nodded."Yes, I do,"he breathed.

She rolled off him and onto her back, with her knees up near her dresser, fully exposing her snatch to him with its fragile mouth parted and waiting for him, still slick from her sexual climax. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his lingua and teasing her clit with speedy picture and aristocratic sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her hips up to take on his face. He ran his glossa down the full distance of her cleft, from clit to anus, the tip of his spit massaging the nasty piffling rosebud for a few moments before returning to her clit, sucking it until she squealed and gasped and came again.

He lapped her juices from her and then tenderly kissed his way up her tummy to her Loretta Young bosom. He sucked each pap before kissing her on the lips. She could try out herself on him and yearned for him to fuck her. Gazing into her eyes he pushed himself cryptic inside her in one swift gentle stab."Ooh Daddy ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."ride me hard, Daddy. mount me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a second invitation and began ramming her as hard and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly encouragement."Fuck me, dad ! Fuck me harder. Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your fiddling female child. eject your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his brain. All this ‘ pop'business enterprise was freaking him out. It felt so untimely, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was worth, squeezing her young breasts firmly, and feeling his balls slapping against her teenage ass until he just couldn't hold off any longer.

She sensed he was on the edge."Cum in me, Daddy ! Squirt in my pussy !"

That blew his mind, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! Daddy's cumming in you ! Daddy's cumming in his trivial daughter's twat !"

As soon as he was done, they collapsed in scene of laughter. He had to ask."What's all this girly ‘ Daddy'business concern, anyway ?"

She grinned at him."Because I was only baker's dozen when I first realised I wanted to fuck you. I've been gagging for it ever since ! That's why I put my hair in lot, as if I was thirteen again."That made them laugh again."And I hadn't been watching a horror film. I fibbed. I'd been watching porn, and it got me so turned on I had to discover a way to fare and bed you."

"well, I guess it worked !"

They laid together recovering for a while, and then he turned to her.

"What have we done, Jilly ? This is wrong."

She looked back at him."Yeah, but we've both wanted to do for a long meter. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to turn back here, does it ? I know it was as good for you as it was for me. Anytime I want you, I'll let you know by casually slipping ‘ Daddy'into the conversation. Mum's already used to me calling you ‘ Dad'now, so she won't notice."

"And how do I let you cognize that I want you ?"

She laughed."Oh, I've always known what you're thinking about me from the way you look at me. corporate trust me, I'll know when you want to jazz your short miss, Dad. ”