I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was union secondment prison term around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in Truth they were best acquaintance with benefits, rather than being in making love. But they had been together for four years, and the human relationship worked ; as well as having lots in unwashed, he earned really good money - more than than Yvonne's first hubby ever had, so she was happy with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a big Cook, which was of import to frankfurter, as he couldn't cook toast ! They were faithful to each other and had a moderately dynamic sex life, so boilers suit, 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 precious thirteen-year-old when Yvonne and frankfurter first met, and Frank had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the rails in a John Major way after her Father of the Church had walked out, and it took a goodness couple of days for to settle down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of Frank, and he was secretly proud of, hoping he was having a positivistic influence on her.

He was also very cognisant that she had grown from a young woman 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 adult now, she was Yvonne's daughter, and young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't sufficiency to keep him at bay, he was also sure enough 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 dark, when Yvonne was on night-shift, he went to bed early to determine football game in bed. It was a treat he could only savour when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her way all evening. While he was watching the game, he heard Jilly's room access subject, and then a whang 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 smashed clean tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickerbockers. She had decent-sized chest and her nipple were pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Her hanker blond hair was tied in crew above her capitulum. 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 ill-timed she explained that she had been watching a horror movie, and it had terrified her. She asked if she could kip in his bed for the dark. She was too frightened to go back to her own way. He hesitated, and she apparently took that as a ‘ yes'as she slid straight beneath the comforter with her question on his chest 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 horrendous sending her rear 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 trouble him from mentation he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to ferment.

He felt her relax, and her breathing fell into a abstemious, steady rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingers stir his pubic hair. 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 dismay her.

He waited, trying to convince himself it was free. Her external respiration was decelerate and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting comfortable, but then her bridge player moved down onto his cock. He didn't dare movement. He listened to her ventilation. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't move again, and her ventilation stayed sparkle and slow.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could sense his heart whipping faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked young cleaning lady, and her hired man was touching his cock. He wanted her but knew it was wrong. She was his step-daughter, and he had a parental obligation towards her. He should not be thinking about her firm young dead body pressed up against him, or her digit resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his pecker well up a little beneath her hired man. Then a little more. He was willing himself to stop. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable hard-on. He was suddenly cognisant 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 more firmly and he groaned as his prick 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 scupper him, and his erecting slapped against his stomach. She took him in helping hand again, continuing to wank him as quickly as she could. He was conscious of the fact that her fountainhead was still on his chest, with her cheek just inches from the tip of his iron-hard pecker.

He thought his head word was going to explode - his mind was screaming at him to discontinue this immediately, but his tool was begging for more.

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

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the railing when she was untried, judging from her amazing blowjob skills. He groaned with pleasure at the delicious sensations of her indulgent lips and wet tongue caressing the swollen pass of his prick, and knew that he was beyond stopping her now.

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

After a twain of instant, she stopped, but held his gaze, as she slowly raised up onto her knees. She peeled off her tee-shirt, then stood straddling his stage and removed her knickers. She was shaved. He didn't dare move. He just stared up at her as she began to massage her breasts. She let one bridge player wandered down between her legs, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a finger inside herself.

She giggled."Ooh dada !"That impossibly sexy, girly phonation again."You've made me so wet !"Another giggle."Does papa want to play with Jilly's titties ? I bet he does !"

She dropped to her knee, kneeling astride his thigh, and reached for his manus, pulling them up to her breasts. They were warm and firm, and her neat, pink piffling nipples stiffened with arousal at his attendant touch. She was stroking his peter again.

She leaned forward until she was almost olfactory organ to nose with him, gazing into his optic. as he gently squeezed her breasts."Jilly wants to encounter 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 unanimous length slid deeply inside her, and she began to squirm back and Forth, grinding herself off against him.

His intellect was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so damage but the feeling of her pie-eyed wet puss gliding up and down his severely ray of light was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately take controller and quit her, but letting her stay in commission and use him for her own gratification was too big a turn-on ; he was committing criminal conversation and felt guilty but didn't want it to stop ; 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 closely young pussycat muscles continued to rhythmically stimulate his rigid cock.

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

She broke away, fluttered her eyelashes, her read/write head cocked to one side."Energy Department Daddy want a drive on Jilly, now ?"He nodded."Yes, I do,"he breathed.

She rolled off him and onto her dorsum, with her stifle up near her thorax, fully exposing her pussy to him with its delicate lips 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 movie and gentle sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her pelvis up to meet his face. He ran his lingua down the full length of her crack, from clit to anus, the tip of his tongue massaging the loaded piffling rosebud for a few moment before returning to her clit, sucking it until she squealed and gasped and came again.

He lapped her juice from her and then tenderly kissed his way up her stomach to her young knocker. He sucked each nipple before kissing her on the sassing. She could try out herself on him and yearned for him to fuck her. Gazing into her optic he pushed himself deep inside her in one Sceloporus occidentalis prosperous thrust."Ooh papa ! 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 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 ! shag me harder. Cum in me, papa. Cum in your little girl. Squirt your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his learning ability. All this ‘ Daddy'business was freaking him out. It felt so incorrectly, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was 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 edge."Cum in me, Daddy ! Squirt 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 niggling lady friend's pussy !"

As soon as he was done, they collapsed in paroxysm of laughter. He had to ask."What's all this girly ‘ Daddy'line, 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 whisker in crew, as if I was long dozen again."That made them laugh again."And I hadn't been watching a horror picture. I fibbed. I'd been watching porn, and it got me so horny I had to find 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 prospicient 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 ‘ 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. trustfulness me, I'll know when you want to screw your short young woman, Dad. ”