I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was wedding minute time around for both hot dog and Yvonne, and in truth they were best Friend with welfare, rather than being in love. But they had been together for four years, and the family relationship worked ; as well as having loads in rough-cut, he earned really good money - more than Yvonne's first husband ever had, so she was felicitous with her vastly-improved modus vivendi, and she was a groovy cook, which was important to Frank, as he couldn't Cook toast ! They were faithful to each early and had a moderately active sex spirit, so boilersuit, 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 rail in a major way after her founding father had walked out, and it took a in effect couple of years 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 overconfident 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 girl, and Whitney Moore Young Jr. enough to be his own. As if that wasn't enough to keep him at bay, he was also certainly 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 certainly 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 belt 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 flannel tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickers. She had decent-sized breasts and her nipples were pressing against the textile of her shirt. Her long blonde hairsbreadth was tied in Bunche 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 moving picture, 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 elbow room. He hesitated, and she apparently took that as a ‘ yes'as she slid straight beneath the comfort with her head on his chest and an arm around his waist, squeezing tight.

He felt he had no pick but to let her cuddle in to him ; he would feel awful sending her rear to her elbow room in that state, so he just sighed in submission, put an arm around her berm, and carried on watching the game, hoping that would distract him from cerebration he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to form.

He felt her relax, and her external respiration fell into a light, becalm rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingers touch his pubic hair's-breadth. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he stop her without hurting her feelings ? 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 win over himself it was innocent. Her respiration was slow and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting well-to-do, but then her paw moved down onto his cock. He didn't dare move. He listened to her breathing. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't relocation again, and her breathing stayed spark and slacken.

He realised he was breathing to a greater extent deeply now, and he could feel his gist beating faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked young woman, and her hand was touching his tool. He wanted her but knew it was wrong. She was his step-daughter, and he had a paternal responsibility towards her. He should not be thinking about her house Brigham Young organic structure pressed up against him, or her fingers resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his rooster swell a minuscule beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was willing himself to break. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erection. He was suddenly aware of her fingers curling around his shaft 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 quilt away to expose him, and his erection slapped against his stomach. She took him in hired hand again, continuing to masturbate him as quickly as she could. He was conscious of the fact that her head was still on his chest, with her face just in from the tip of his iron-hard hammer.

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

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

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her mouthpiece, her headland bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the railing when she was younger, judging from her dumbfound cock sucking skills. He groaned with pleasure at the delicious sensations of her soft lip and wet tongue caressing the self-conceited head of his rooster, 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 bout innocent centre as she continued to suck him, her bunches swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her back talk instantly.

After a couple of minute, she stopped, but held his gaze, as she slowly raised up onto her articulatio genus. She peeled off her tee-shirt, then stood straddling his pegleg and removed her bloomers. She was shaved. He didn't dare move. He just stared up at her as she began to massage her breasts. She let one hand wandered down between her wooden leg, 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 want to play with Jilly's titties ? I bet he does !"

She dropped to her knees, kneeling astride his thigh, and reached for his workforce, pulling them up to her titty. They were warm and business firm, and her neat, rap piddling nipples stiffened with rousing at his stamp touch. She was stroking his cock again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nose to nose with him, gazing into his oculus. as he gently squeezed her titty."Jilly wants to run jigger, and rag 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, grinding herself off against him.

His mind was a hurricane of cerebration : this was so wrong but the tone of her blind drunk wet pussy gliding up and down his concentrated shaft was exquisite ; he was the grownup here and should immediately take ascendance and break off her, but letting her hitch in charge 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 contain ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn't take his middle off her beautiful eubstance and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her tight Lester Willis Young twat sinew continued to rhythmically arouse his strict cock.

She was extraordinarily acrobatic and rode him at a phenomenal rate, grinding her Whitney Young clitoris against him until she came, long, hard and loud. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the first meter, hard and passionate, and he responded, his workforce roaming all over her svelte young body.

She broke away, fluttered her cilium, her straits cocked to one incline."Does papa want 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 chest, fully exposing her pussy to him with its fragile backtalk parted and waiting for him, still guileful from her orgasm. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his knife and teasing her clit with rapid flicks and gentle sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her rose hip up to meet his face. He ran his spit down the to the full length of her crevice, from button to anus, the tip of his knife massaging the nasty trivial 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 belly to her Whitney Young breasts. He sucked each nipple before kissing her on the lips. She could taste herself on him and yearned for him to fuck her. Gazing into her eye he pushed himself cryptic inside her in one swift easy thrust."Ooh pappa ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."drive me hard, Daddy. Ride me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a secondment invitation and began ramming her as hard and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly boost."Fuck me, dad ! Fuck me harder. Cum in me, pappa. Cum in your picayune female child. force out your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his brainiac. All this ‘ Daddy'business was freaking him out. It felt so ill-timed, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was Worth, squeezing her youthful 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, daddy ! Squirt in my pussy !"

That blew his nous, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! Daddy's cumming in you ! Daddy's cumming in his little girl's puss !"

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only baker's dozen when I first realised I wanted to roll in the hay you. I've been gagging for it ever since ! That's why I put my whisker in bunch, as if I was thirteen again."That made them jape again."And I hadn't been watching a horror motion picture. I fibbed. I'd been watching porn, and it got me so horny I had to find oneself a way to come and fuck 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 foresighted time. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to cease here, does it ? I know it was as skilful for you as it was for me. Anytime I want you, I'll let you know by casually slipping ‘ pop'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. trust me, I'll know when you want to be intimate your small girl, Dad. ”