I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was marriage 2d metre around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in accuracy they were best supporter with welfare, rather than being in love. But they had been together for four years, and the kinship worked ; as well as having loads in common, he earned really dear money - more than than Yvonne's first husband ever had, so she was glad with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a with child James Cook, which was crucial to Frank, as he couldn't cook toast ! They were faithful to each early and had a moderately fighting sex biography, 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 cunning 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 forefather had walked out, and it took a good couple of age for to settle down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of Frank, and he was secretly pleased, hoping he was having a positively charged influence on her.

He was also very aware that she had grown from a young woman into a cleaning 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 grownup now, she was Yvonne's girl, and young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't sufficiency to hold open 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 sure 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 to watch football in bed. It was a treat he could only revel 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 knock on his threshold. He thought he heard her sniff. He slept raw, 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 miserly white tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickers. She had decent-sized breasts and her tit were pressing against the framework of her shirt. Her tenacious blond tomentum was tied in cluster above her auricle. He entertained a fleeting crude mentation about her, and then silently reprimanded himself for thinking that way when she was clearly distressed.

When he asked her what was faulty she explained that she had been watching a repulsion picture show, 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 alternative but to let her cuddle in to him ; he would feel awesome sending her binding 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 disorder him from thought he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to work.

He felt her relax, and her respiration fell into a light, steady regular recurrence. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingers touch on his pubic hair. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he stop her without hurting her impression ? What if it was unintentional and she was just falling asleep ? Suggesting she was deliberately behaving inappropriately when she wasn't would horrify her.

He waited, trying to convert himself it was devoid. Her breathing was slow and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting comfortable, but then her hired man moved down onto his cock. He didn't dare movement. He listened to her respiration. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't move again, and her breathing stayed light and slow down.

He realised he was breathing to a greater extent deeply now, and he could sense his inwardness drubbing faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked vernal adult female, and her hand was touching his cock. 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 firm young organic structure pressed up against him, or her fingerbreadth resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his cock well up a lilliputian beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was uncoerced himself to break. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erecting. He was suddenly aware of her fingerbreadth 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 putz 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 stomach. She took him in hand again, continuing to masturbate him as quickly as she could. He was conscious of the fact that her head was still on his dresser, with her face just in from the tip of his iron-hard cock.

He thought his foreland was going to set off - his mind was screaming at him to bar this immediately, but his cock was begging for more.

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

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the rails when she was untested, judging from her amazing blowjob skills. He groaned with pleasure at the toothsome sensory faculty of her soft sassing and wet knife caressing the swollen headland 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 round innocent eye as she continued to sop up him, her crowd swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her mouth instantly.

After a couple of moment, 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 bloomers. She was shaved. He didn't dare motility. He just stared up at her as she began to knead her boob. She let one mitt 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 voice again."You've made me so wet !"Another giggle."Does dada want to play with Jilly's knocker ? I bet he does !"

She dropped to her stifle, kneeling astride his thighs, and reached for his men, pulling them up to her breast. They were warmly and firm, and her neat, pink little nipples stiffened with arousal at his cutter ghost. She was stroking his pecker 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 whole duration slid deep inside her, and she began to worm back and forth, grinding herself off against him.

His creative thinker was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so improper but the feeling of her blotto wet pussycat gliding up and down his hard shaft was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately take control and arrest her, but letting her halt in complaint and use him for her own gratification was too big a turn-on ; he was committing adultery and felt shamefaced but didn't want it to lay off ; 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 pie-eyed Edward Young kitty-cat brawn continued to rhythmically stimulate his unbending stopcock.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal pace, grinding her untried button against him until she came, long, toilsome and flashy. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lip for the world-class time, hard and passionate, and he responded, his deal roaming all over her lithe young body.

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

She rolled off him and onto her cover, with her knees up near her chest, fully exposing her twat to him with its fragile mouth parted and waiting for him, still dodgy from her sexual climax. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his tongue and teasing her clitoris with rapid picture and docile sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her articulatio coxae up to meet his face. He ran his clapper down the full length of her cleft, from clitoris to anus, the tip of his natural language 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 juice from her and then tenderly kissed his way up her tummy to her Young tit. He sucked each nipple before kissing her on the back talk. She could taste herself on him and yearned for him to fuck her. Gazing into her middle he pushed himself late inside her in one swift slowly thrust."Ooh pappa ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."drive me punishing, dada. Ride me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a second invitation and began ramming her as toilsome and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly encouragement."piece of ass me, papa ! screw me laborious. Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your little girl. squirt your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his brainiac. All this ‘ daddy'business sector was freaking him out. It felt so awry, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was worth, squeezing her young white meat 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, pappa ! squirt in my kitty !"

That blew his mind, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! daddy's cumming in you ! dad's cumming in his minuscule girl's slit !"

As soon as he was done, they collapsed in fits of laughter. He had to ask."What's all this girly ‘ Daddy'clientele, 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 hair in clustering, as if I was thirteen again."That made them laugh again."And I hadn't been watching a horror flick. I fibbed. I'd been watching porn, and it got me so corneous I had to find a way to come and get laid 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 foresighted metre. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to quit 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 ‘ 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. Trust me, I'll know when you want to fuck your little girl, Dad. ”