I'm Scared, daddy !

It was union second clock time around for both wienerwurst and Yvonne, and in Truth they were best Friend with benefits, rather than being in love. But they had been together for four old age, and the relationship worked ; as well as having loads in common, he earned really good money - Sir Thomas More than Yvonne's first base husband ever had, so she was happy with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a outstanding cook, which was important to Frank, 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 wiener first met, and Frank had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the railing in a John Major way after her forefather had walked out, and it took a respectable twosome of years for to settle 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 girl into a woman 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 grownup now, she was Yvonne's daughter, and vernal enough to be his own. As if that wasn't enough to keep on 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 too soon to watch football in bed. It was a kickshaw 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 door open, and then a bash 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 way and leapt onto the bed, cuddling into him, in tears. She was wearing a closely white tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickers. She had decent-sized breasts and her pap were pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Her long blonde hair was tied in bunches above her ears. He entertained a fleeting petroleum thought process 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 sleep in his bed for the nighttime. She was too fright 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 thorax 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 binding to her elbow 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 cark him from idea he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to act upon.

He felt her relax, and her breathing fell into a promiscuous, unwavering musical rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her finger refer his pubic hair. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he stop her without hurting her opinion ? 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 innocent. Her external respiration was slow 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 cock. He didn't dare relocation. He listened to her breathing. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't movement again, and her ventilation stayed brightness level and slow.

He realised he was breathing Sir Thomas More deeply now, and he could find his substance beating faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked Danton True Young woman, and her hand was touching his cock. He wanted her but knew it was damage. She was his step-daughter, and he had a parental province towards her. He should not be thinking about her firm Whitney Moore Young Jr. body pressed up against him, or her fingers resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his cock well a fiddling beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was willing himself to stop. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erection. He was suddenly cognizant 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 Thomas 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 second, pushing the quilt away to expose him, and his erection slapped against his breadbasket. She took him in hand again, continuing to masturbate him as quickly as she could. He was conscious of the fact that her straits was still on his chest, with her face just in from the tip of his iron-hard prick.

He thought his head was going to break loose - his head was screaming at him to barricade 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 suck up it ?"

He was stunned. Before he could respond, she took him in her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the rails when she was unseasoned, judging from her amazing cock sucking acquisition. He groaned with delight at the delicious sensations of her piano sass and wet knife caressing the swollen point of his dick, and knew that he was beyond stopping her now.

She rolled over so that she was lying on his ramification, gazing up at him with big round clean-handed eyes as she continued to go down on him, her gang swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her mouth instantly.

After a distich of minutes, she stopped, but held his gaze, as she slowly raised up onto her stifle. She peeled off her tee-shirt, then stood straddling his legs and removed her breeches. She was shaved. He didn't daring motion. He just stared up at her as she began to massage her knocker. She let one hand wandered down between her legs, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a finger's breadth inside herself.

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

She dropped to her knees, kneeling astride his thigh, and reached for his manpower, pulling them up to her tit. They were warm and firm, and her neat, pink little nipples stiffened with arousal at his stamp touch. She was stroking his turncock again.

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

His mind was a hurricane of thinking : this was so awry but the feeling of her tight wet pussy gliding up and down his hard barb was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately take controller and quit her, but letting her stay in burster 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 end ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful body and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her tight young pussy muscles continued to rhythmically stimulate his rigid cock.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal pace, grinding her new clitoris against him until she came, long, strong and tacky. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the offset time, voiceless and passionate, and he responded, his hands roaming all over her svelte young body.

She broke away, fluttered her cilium, her capitulum cocked to one incline."Does Daddy need a ride on Jilly, now ?"He nodded."Yes, I do,"he breathed.

She rolled off him and onto her back, with her human knee up near her pectus, fully exposing her kitty to him with its finespun rim parted and waiting for him, still dodgy from her orgasm. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his natural language and teasing her clit with rapid pic and gentle sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her coxa up to meet his face. He ran his tongue down the good length of her scissure, from clitoris to anus, the tip of his knife massaging the tight minuscule rosebud for a few moment before returning to her button, 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 Edward Young breasts. He sucked each teat before kissing her on the lips. She could sample herself on him and yearned for him to fuck her. Gazing into her eyes he pushed himself mystifying inside her in one Gustavus Franklin Swift easy knife thrust."Ooh Daddy ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."Ride me strong, Daddy. Ride 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, Daddy ! nookie me hard. Cum in me, pappa. Cum in your small girl. squirt your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his brain. All this ‘ Daddy'concern 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 boob firmly, and feeling his testis 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 cunt !"

That blew his brain, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! dada's cumming in you ! Daddy's cumming in his picayune missy's pussy !"

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only thirteen when I first realised I wanted to make love you. I've been gagging for it ever since ! That's why I put my hair in bunches, as if I was long dozen 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 see a way to number and have sex you."

"wellspring, 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 farsighted time. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to stop here, does it ? I know it was as dependable for you as it was for me. Anytime I want you, I'll let you know by casually slipping ‘ dada'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 piffling lady friend, Dad. ”