I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was spousal relationship second time around for both hot dog and Yvonne, and in Sojourner Truth they were best supporter with benefit, rather than being in beloved. But they had been together for four year, and the kinship worked ; as well as having gobs in common, he earned really estimable money - Sir Thomas More than Yvonne's firstly husband ever had, so she was happy with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a great cook, which was important to Frank, as he couldn't James Cook goner ! They were faithful to each other and had a moderately dynamic sex liveliness, 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 Frank first met, and Frank had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the railing in a major way after her don had walked out, and it took a practiced yoke of age for to settle down down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of Frank, and he was secretly delight, hoping he was having a positive influence on her.

He was also very aware that she had grown from a missy into a woman while he had been with Yvonne. She was pretty and curvy in a way that he was struggling to discount. Although she was an adult now, she was Yvonne's daughter, and Thomas Young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't enough to keep him at bay, he was also certain that she would be totally grossed out if ever did come up on to her. It didn't stop him fantasising about her when he was having sex with Yvonne though, and he was almost sure 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 bask when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her room all even. While he was watching the game, he heard Jilly's doorway open up, and then a bash on his threshold. He thought he heard her snuff. 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 tear. She was wearing a tight snowy tee shirt with no bra, and pink bloomers. She had decent-sized titty and her pap were pressing against the framework of her shirt. Her long blonde hair was tied in clump above her ears. He entertained a blow over rock oil persuasion 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 horror picture, and it had terrified her. She asked if she could sleep in his bed for the night. She was too panicky to go back to her own room. He hesitated, and she apparently took that as a ‘ yes'as she slid straight beneath the puff with her head on his chest and an arm around his waistline, squeezing tight.

He felt he had no pick but to let her cuddle in to him ; he would feel awesome sending her back to her room in that state, so he just sighed in meekness, put an arm around her berm, and carried on watching the plot, hoping that would disorder him from mentation he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to work.

He felt her relax, and her ventilation fell into a light, steady musical rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her finger partake his pubic hair. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he stop her without hurting her feelings ? What if it was unintentional and she was just falling asleep ? Suggesting she was deliberately behaving inappropriately when she wasn't would horrify her.

He waited, trying to convert himself it was innocent. Her breathing was dull and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting well-off, but then her hand moved down onto his dick. He didn't daring motility. He listened to her respiration. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't relocation again, and her breathing stayed light and slow up.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could feel his heart beating faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked offspring woman, and her hand was touching his cock. He wanted her but knew it was incorrectly. She was his step-daughter, and he had a parental responsibility towards her. He should not be thinking about her firm Brigham Young body pressed up against him, or her fingerbreadth resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his turncock swell a little beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was unforced himself to stop. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erecting. He was suddenly aware of her fingers 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 to a greater extent firmly and he groaned as his pecker rapidly became fully erect. She was masturbating him properly now, but still beneath the comfort. She released him for a moment, pushing the quilt away to break him, and his erection slapped against his stomach. She took him in script again, continuing to masturbate him as quickly as she could. He was witting of the fact that her headway was still on his chest, with her face just inches from the tip of his iron-hard cock.

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

Then Jilly spoke, her articulation strangely young and girly-sounding."You've got such a big willy, dad. Can I suck it ?"

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the rails when she was younger, judging from her flummox cock sucking science. He groaned with joy at the delicious star of her soft lips and wet tongue caressing the swollen brain of his cock, and knew that he was beyond stopping her now.

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

After a couple of proceedings, she stopped, but held his regard, as she slowly raised up onto her knee. She peeled off her tee-shirt, then stood straddling his legs and removed her knickers. She was shaved. He didn't dare motility. He just stared up at her as she began to massage her breasts. She let one deal wandered down between her branch, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a fingerbreadth inside herself.

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

She dropped to her knees, kneeling astride his thighs, and reached for his deal, pulling them up to her breasts. They were warm and firm, and her neat, tap little mamilla stiffened with rousing at his tender touch. She was stroking his cock again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nose to intrude with him, gazing into his eyes. as he gently squeezed her breasts."Jilly wants to play trot, and devolve on on Daddy's big stiff willy,"she whispered playfully, and swiftly lowered herself straight down onto him. He groaned aloud as his whole distance slid deep inside her, and she began to writhe back and Forth River, grinding herself off against him.

His brain was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so wrong but the flavour of her smashed wet pussy gliding up and down his firmly shaft was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately deal control and stop her, but letting her hitch in charge and use him for her own gratification was too big a turn-on ; he was committing adultery and felt shamefaced but didn't want it to give up ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful soundbox and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her mingy young kitty-cat muscles continued to rhythmically shake his fixed cock.

She was extraordinarily gymnastic and rode him at a phenomenal pace, grinding her young button against him until she came, long, tough and loud. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the first meter, knockout and passionate, and he responded, his hands roaming all over her supple Loretta Young body.

She broke away, fluttered her eyelashes, her drumhead cocked to one side."Does pop 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 chest of drawers, fully exposing her pussy to him with its delicate sass parted and waiting for him, still slick from her orgasm. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his tongue and teasing her clit with rapid picture show and assuage sucking. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her pelvic arch up to suffer his face. He ran his natural language down the wide-cut length of her cleft, from clitoris to anus, the tip of his natural language massaging the wet little 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 breadbasket to her unseasoned breasts. He sucked each tit before kissing her on the lips. She could taste herself on him and yearned for him to fuck her. Gazing into her eyes he pushed himself oceanic abyss inside her in one Jonathan Swift easy thrust."Ooh Daddy ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."ride me severe, Daddy. drive me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a moment invitation and began ramming her as hard and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly encouragement."Fuck me, Daddy ! Fuck me harder. Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your little girl. squeeze out your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his genius. All this ‘ pappa'business was freaking him out. It felt so wrong, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was Charles Frederick 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 boundary."Cum in me, daddy ! squirt in my pussy !"

That blew his mind, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! dad's cumming in you ! papa's cumming in his little girl's pussy !"

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only thirteen 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 XIII 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 steamy I had to determine a way to come and fuck 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 clock time. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to turn back here, does it ? I know it was as adept 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 recognize that I want you ?"

She laughed."Oh, I've always known what you're thinking about me from the way you look at me. Trust me, I'll know when you want to fuck your fiddling girl, Dad. ”