I’m Scared, pop !

It was marriage second sentence around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in truth they were best friends with welfare, rather than being in lovemaking. But they had been together for four long time, and the relationship worked ; as well as having lode in common, he earned really unspoiled money & ndash ; more than Yvonne’s firstly married man ever had, so she was happy with her vastly-improved life style, and she was a great Captain Cook, which was important to weenie, as he couldn’t cook pledge ! They were faithful to each other and had a moderately active voice sex life-time, so overall, it was a successful relationship.

Yvonne’s seventeen-year-old daughter, Gillian & ndash ; or Jilly as she preferred to be called & ndash ; 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 rails in a Major way after her father had walked out, and it took a adept twosome of age for to settle down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad’instead of dog, and he was secretly pleased, hoping he was having a confirming influence on her.

He was also very mindful that she had grown from a fille into a adult female while he had been with Yvonne. She was pretty and curvy in a way that he was struggling to push aside. Although she was an adult now, she was Yvonne’s daughter, and untested enough to be his own. As if that wasn’t enough to go on him at bay, he was also indisputable 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 on to watch football in bed. It was a treat he could only relish when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her elbow room all even. While he was watching the game, he heard Jilly’s doorway open, and then a smash 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 tears. She was wearing a tight lily-white tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickers. She had decent-sized breasts and her nipple were pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Her tenacious blonde hair 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 horror film, and it had terrified her. She asked if she could catch some Z's in his bed for the night. She was too panicked to go back to her own room. He hesitated, and she apparently took that as a ‘ yes’as she slid straight beneath the comfort with her psyche on his pectus and an arm around his waist, squeezing tight.

He felt he had no choice but to let her cuddle in to him ; he would sense awful sending her backrest to her room in that state, so he just sighed in submission, put an arm around her shoulder, and carried on watching the game, hoping that would perturb him from thoughts he shouldn’t be thinking. It seemed to run.

He felt her relax, and her breathing fell into a lightheaded, steady rhythm. He didn’t realise her arm had moved until he felt her finger touch his pubic tomentum. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he break off her without hurting her flavour ? What if it was unplanned and she was just falling asleep ? Suggesting she was deliberately behaving inappropriately when she wasn’t would horrify her.

He waited, trying to convince himself it was devoid. Her breathing was dull and shallow. She was asleep, wasn’t she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting comfortable, but then her hand moved down onto his rooster. He didn’t dare motility. He listened to her breathing. She was asleep, wasn’t she ? She didn’t move again, and her ventilation stay on light and slow.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could palpate his heart beating faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked Pres Young char, and her bridge player was touching his tool. He wanted her but knew it was wrong. She was his step-daughter, and he had a parental responsibility towards her. He should not be thinking about her house young organic structure pressed up against him, or her fingers resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his pecker swell a little beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was willing himself to give up. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erection. He was suddenly aware of her finger's breadth 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 cock rapidly became fully erect. She was masturbating him properly now, but still beneath the puff. She released him for a moment, pushing the quilt away to expose him, and his erection slapped against his venter. She took him in helping hand again, continuing to masturbate him as quickly as she could. He was conscious of the fact that her head teacher was still on his chest, with her face just inch from the tip of his iron-hard cock.

He thought his head was going to explode & ndash ; his mind was screaming at him to stop this immediately, but his prick was begging for more.

Then Jilly spoke, her voice strangely young and girly-sounding. “ You’ve got such a big willy, Daddy. Can I blow it ? ”

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her mouth, her pass bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the rail when she was younger, judging from her amazing blowjob skill. He groaned with pleasure at the delicious sensations of her flaccid lips and wet spit caressing the vain foreland 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 guiltless eyes as she continued to absorb him, her crew swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn’t cum in her back talk instantly.

After a span 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 defy move. He just stared up at her as she began to rub down her boob. She let one hand wandered down between her stage, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a finger inside herself.

She giggled. “ Ooh dada ! ” That impossibly sexy, girly vocalisation again. “ You’ve made me so wet ! ” Another giggle. “ Energy Department pop want to play with Jilly’s titties ? I bet he does ! ”

She dropped to her articulatio genus, kneeling astride his thighs, and reached for his hands, pulling them up to her white meat. They were strong and house, and her neat, tap short nipples stiffened with arousal at his legal tender tactual sensation. She was stroking his shaft again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nose to nose with him, gazing into his heart. as he gently squeezed her breasts. “ Jilly wants to play ponies, and ride on dad’s big stiff willy, ” she whispered playfully, and swiftly lowered herself straight down onto him. He groaned aloud as his completely length slid bass inside her, and she began to writhe back and Forth River, grinding herself off against him.

His judgment was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so wrong but the feeling of her blotto wet pussy gliding up and down his laborious shaft was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately lead control and stop her, but letting her arrest in tutelage and use him for her own satisfaction was too big a turn-on ; he was committing adultery and felt guilty but didn’t want it to terminate ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn’t choose his eyes off her beautiful consistency and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her tight young kitty-cat muscles continued to rhythmically stimulate his set peter.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal step, grinding her young clit against him until she came, long, hard and loud. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the first time, backbreaking and passionate, and he responded, his hands roaming all over her supple young body.

She broke away, fluttered her lash, her head cocked to one slope. “ DOE Daddy need 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 bureau, fully exposing her pussy to him with its fragile lips parted and waiting for him, still slick from her sexual climax. He couldn’t jib feasting on her, probing her deeply with his lingua and teasing her clit with rapid pic and gentle sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her pelvic girdle up to meet his face. He ran his tongue down the full-of-the-moon length of her crack, from clit to anus, the tip of his glossa massaging the tight 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 stomach to her young breasts. He sucked each mamilla before kissing her on the lips. She could savor herself on him and yearned for him to do it her. Gazing into her centre he pushed himself deep inside her in one swift sluttish thrusting. “ Ooh pappa ! 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 minute invitation and began ramming her as gruelling and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly encouragement. “ Fuck me, Daddy ! Fuck me harder. Cum in me, pop. Cum in your picayune daughter. Squirt your cum in me ! ”

She was scrambling his nous. 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 worth, squeezing her young breasts firmly, and feeling his globe slapping against her teenage ass until he just couldn’t keep back off any longer.

She sensed he was on the boundary. “ Cum in me, Daddy ! spirt 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 little lady friend’s snatch ! ”

As soon as he was done, they collapsed in fits of laugh. He had to ask. “ What’s all this girly ‘ Daddy’business sector, anyway ? ”

She grinned at him. “ Because I was only thirteen when I first realised I wanted to know you. I’ve been gagging for it ever since ! That’s why I put my hair in bunches, 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 steamy I had to see a way to come and lie with 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 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 cognise 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 know that I want you ? ”

She laughed. “ Oh, I’ve always known what you’re thinking about me from the way you look at me. trustingness me, I’ll be intimate when you want to fuck your short missy, Dad. ”