I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was union bit time around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in truth they were best supporter with benefits, rather than being in love. But they had been together for four long time, and the kinship worked ; as well as having onus in green, he earned really good money - more than Yvonne's firstly married man ever had, so she was happy with her vastly-improved life style, and she was a swell Captain James Cook, which was important to weenie, as he couldn't cook toast ! They were faithful to each other and had a moderately active sex life, 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 runway in a major way after her male parent had walked out, and it took a good duet of age for to finalise down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of Frank, and he was secretly pleased, hoping he was having a positive influence on her.

He was also very aware 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 ignore. Although she was an adult now, she was Yvonne's daughter, and Cy Young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't enough to observe him at bay, he was also sure that she would be totally grossed out if ever did fall on to her. It didn't stop him fantasising about her when he was having sex with Yvonne though, and he was almost certain that Jilly sometimes flirted with him, but he never took it seriously.

One dark, when Yvonne was on night-shift, he went to bed early to watch football game 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 plot, he heard Jilly's door clear, and then a knock 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 rent. She was wearing a tight white tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickers. She had decent-sized bosom and her nipples were pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Her long blonde tomentum was tied in bunches above her ears. He entertained a fleeting crude thought 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 repugnance movie, and it had terrified her. She asked if she could sleep in his bed for the night. She was too frighten to go back to her own way. 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 shank, squeezing tight.

He felt he had no choice but to let her cuddle in to him ; he would feel awful sending her dorsum to her room in that state, so he just sighed in entry, put an arm around her shoulder, and carried on watching the game, hoping that would cark him from opinion he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to work.

He felt her relax, and her ventilation fell into a easy, steady rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her finger's breadth touch his pubic tomentum. 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 appall her.

He waited, trying to convince himself it was innocent. Her ventilation was slow and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting prosperous, but then her hand moved down onto his rooster. He didn't dare move. He listened to her ventilation. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't motility again, and her respiration outride luminance and slow.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could feel his heart beating faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked young fair sex, and her hand was touching his prick. He wanted her but knew it was awry. She was his step-daughter, and he had a paternal province towards her. He should not be thinking about her house untried body pressed up against him, or her fingers resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his stopcock swell a niggling beneath her manus. Then a little more. He was willing himself to stop. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable hard-on. He was suddenly mindful of her finger's breadth curling around his turncock 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 cock rapidly became fully erect. She was masturbating him properly now, but still beneath the quilt. She released him for a moment, pushing the puff away to let out 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 witting of the fact that her head was still on his bureau, with her face just inches from the tip of his iron-hard rooster.

He thought his pass was going to explode - his nous was screaming at him to halt this immediately, but his prick was begging for more.

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

He was stunned. Before he could oppose, she took him in her lip, her psyche bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the rails when she was unseasoned, judging from her stick blowjob skills. He groaned with pleasure at the delicious sensations of her diffused brim and wet lingua caressing the swollen mind 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 soak up him, her clustering swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her mouth instantly.

After a twosome of minute, she stopped, but held his gaze, as she slowly raised up onto her genu. 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 breast. She let one hand wandered down between her legs, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a finger inside herself.

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

She dropped to her human knee, kneeling astride his thigh, and reached for his bridge player, pulling them up to her breasts. They were warm and business firm, and her neat, pink small nipples stiffened with rousing at his tender jot. She was stroking his cock again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nose to nose with him, gazing into his middle. as he gently squeezed her breast."Jilly wants to play ponies, and ride on dada's big clay 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 wrestle back and forth, grinding herself off against him.

His idea was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so amiss but the feeling of her close wet cunt gliding up and down his intemperately shaft was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately take mastery and bar her, but letting her stay in direction and use him for her own satisfaction was too big a turn-on ; he was committing adultery and felt shamed but didn't want it to stop ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn't take his center off her beautiful consistency and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her tight young pussy muscles continued to rhythmically stimulate his set cock.

She was extraordinarily acrobatic and rode him at a phenomenal pace, grinding her new button against him until she came, long, punishing and meretricious. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the outset clock time, hard and passionate, and he responded, his workforce roaming all over her lithe young body.

She broke away, fluttered her eyelashes, her fountainhead cocked to one side."Department of Energy Daddy want a ride on Jilly, now ?"He nodded."Yes, I do,"he breathed.

She rolled off him and onto her back, with her articulatio genus up near her chest of drawers, fully exposing her puss to him with its delicate mouth parted and waiting for him, still glossy from her coming. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his tongue and teasing her button with rapid motion picture and gentle sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her hips up to meet his face. He ran his spit down the full length of her cleft, from clit to anus, the tip of his natural language massaging the tight picayune rosebud for a few mo before returning to her clitoris, sucking it until she squealed and gasped and came again.

He lapped her succus from her and then tenderly kissed his way up her stomach to her young tit. He sucked each nipple before kissing her on the lips. She could taste herself on him and yearned for him to bonk her. Gazing into her middle he pushed himself late inside her in one swift easy drive."Ooh daddy ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."Ride me hard, Daddy. Ride me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a second invitation and began ramming her as operose and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly boost."piece of tail me, Daddy ! nookie me harder. Cum in me, pop. Cum in your small girlfriend. squeeze out your cum in me !"

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

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

That blew his psyche, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! Daddy's cumming in you ! dada's cumming in his footling girl's pussy !"

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only 13 when I first realised I wanted to bed you. I've been gagging for it ever since ! That's why I put my hair in clustering, as if I was 13 again."That made them joke again."And I hadn't been watching a repulsion film. I fibbed. I'd been watching smut, and it got me so horny I had to find a way to come and fuck you."

"wellspring, I guess it worked !"

They laid together recovering for a piece, 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 retentive time. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to stop 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 roll in the hay 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 little girl, Dad. ”