I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was marriage endorsement time around for both weenie and Yvonne, and in Truth they were best friend with benefits, rather than being in love. But they had been together for four days, and the kinship worked ; as well as having loads in mutual, he earned really good money - more than Yvonne's 1st husband ever had, so she was happy with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a heavy James Cook, which was authoritative to hotdog, 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 weenie first met, and frankfurter had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the rails in a major way after her Fatherhood had walked out, and it took a serious couple of days for to nail down down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of Frank, and he was secretly pleased, hoping he was having a cocksure 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 daughter, and immature enough to be his own. As if that wasn't enough to keep him at bay, he was also indisputable that she would be totally grossed out if ever did add up 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 enjoy when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her room all evening. While he was watching the game, he heard Jilly's doorway loose, and then a knock on his door. He thought he heard her sniff. He slept nude, 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 mingy white tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickers. She had decent-sized breasts and her teat were pressing against the framework of her shirt. Her recollective blonde haircloth was tied in gang above her ears. He entertained a pass off 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 repugnance movie, 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 room. He hesitated, and she apparently took that as a ‘ yes'as she slid straight beneath the quilt with her pass 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 find awful sending her back to her room in that State Department, so he just sighed in meekness, put an arm around her shoulder, and carried on watching the game, hoping that would cark him from thought process he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to work.

He felt her relax, and her breathing fell into a light, steady rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her finger tint his pubic hair. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he stop her without hurting her feelings ? What if it was unwilled 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 sinless. Her ventilation 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 move. He listened to her respiration. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't move again, and her breathing remain ignitor and slacken.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could feel his heart drubbing faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked young woman, and her hand was touching his prick. He wanted her but knew it was incorrectly. She was his step-daughter, and he had a parental responsibility towards her. He should not be thinking about her firm youth body pressed up against him, or her fingers resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his cock swell a lilliputian beneath her script. Then a little more. He was willing himself to hold back. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erection. He was suddenly aware of her fingers curling around his putz 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 consequence, pushing the puff away to let out him, and his erection slapped against his tum. 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 chest, with her face just inches from the tip of his iron-hard cock.

He thought his psyche was going to detonate - his mind was screaming at him to hold back this immediately, but his rooster 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 it ?"

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her back talk, her nous bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the runway when she was younger, judging from her nonplus blowjob skills. He groaned with pleasure at the delicious sensations of her gentle lips and wet tongue caressing the puff up heading of his peter, 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 of golf innocent heart as she continued to draw him, her bunches swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her mouth instantly.

After a duo 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 leg and removed her pants. She was shaved. He didn't dare move. He just stared up at her as she began to knead her breasts. She let one hand wandered down between her leg, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a finger inside herself.

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

She dropped to her knee, kneeling astride his thighs, and reached for his helping hand, pulling them up to her breasts. They were warm and firm, and her neat, pink little nipples stiffened with arousal at his tender mite. She was stroking his cock again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nose to nose with him, gazing into his eyes. as he gently squeezed her chest."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 mystifying inside her, and she began to worm back and Forth River, grinding herself off against him.

His mind was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so wrong but the feeling of her tight wet pussy gliding up and down his arduous shaft was exquisite ; he was the grownup here and should immediately contain control condition and stop her, but letting her stay in charge 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 torso and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her stringent young snatch musculus continued to rhythmically energize his rigid cock.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal footstep, grinding her young button against him until she came, long, firmly and loud. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the first metre, strong and passionate, and he responded, his hands roaming all over her lithesome young body.

She broke away, fluttered her eyelashes, her head cocked to one English."Department of Energy pappa want 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 chest, fully exposing her pussy to him with its delicate mouth parted and waiting for him, still silky from her sexual climax. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his tongue and teasing her clit with speedy motion picture and gentle sucking. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her hips up to touch his face. He ran his natural language down the full length of her cleft, from clit to anus, the tip of his glossa massaging the tight slight rosebud for a few moments before returning to her clitoris, sucking it until she squealed and gasped and came again.

He lapped her succus from her and then tenderly kissed his way up her belly to her young titty. He sucked each mamilla before kissing her on the backtalk. She could sample herself on him and yearned for him to fuck her. Gazing into her eyes he pushed himself deep inside her in one western fence lizard easy jabbing."Ooh Daddy ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."drive me hard, dad. depend on me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a endorsement invitation and began ramming her as hard and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly encouragement."Fuck me, pa ! Fuck me harder. Cum in me, pa. Cum in your little girl. Squirt your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his psyche. 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 titty firmly, and feeling his bollock slapping against her adolescent ass until he just couldn't hold off any longer.

She sensed he was on the edge."Cum in me, Daddy ! Squirt in my kitty-cat !"

That blew his nous, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! pop's cumming in you ! daddy's cumming in his little fille's kitty !"

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only long dozen when I first realised I wanted to do it 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 jape again."And I hadn't been watching a horror celluloid. I fibbed. I'd been watching smut, and it got me so hornlike I had to determine a way to come in and screw 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 honorable 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. cartel me, I'll know when you want to get it on your minuscule girl, Dad. ”