I'm Scared, daddy !

It was marriage second time around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in truth they were best friend with welfare, rather than being in beloved. But they had been together for four age, and the relationship worked ; as well as having loads in mutual, he earned really thoroughly money - more than Yvonne's kickoff husband ever had, so she was felicitous with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a great Captain James Cook, which was important to Frank, as he couldn't cook toast ! They were congregation to each other and had a moderately active sex life, 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 wiener had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the rails in a John R. Major way after her father had walked out, and it took a good couple of years 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 positive influence on her.

He was also very mindful that she had grown from a little 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 adult now, she was Yvonne's girl, and young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't enough to stay fresh him at bay, he was also sure that she would be totally grossed out if ever did arrive on to her. It didn't stop him fantasising about her when he was having sex with Yvonne though, and he was almost sure as shooting 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 on to view football in bed. It was a treat he could only enjoy when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her room all even. While he was watching the game, he heard Jilly's doorway open, and then a knocking 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 stringent Caucasian tee shirt with no bra, and pink knee breeches. She had decent-sized breasts and her nipples were pressing against the material of her shirt. Her long blond whisker was tied in bunches above her auricle. He entertained a flit 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 repulsion motion picture, and it had terrified her. She asked if she could catch some Z's in his bed for the Night. She was too panicked to go back to her own room. He hesitated, and she apparently took that as a ‘ yes'as she slid straight beneath the comforter with her head 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 finger awful sending her back to her room in that state, so he just sighed in meekness, put an arm around her berm, and carried on watching the game, hoping that would distract him from thoughts he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to work.

He felt her relax, and her breathing fell into a spark, stabilize rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her finger's breadth rival his pubic hair. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he lay off her without hurting her feelings ? 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 convince himself it was destitute. Her ventilation was deadening and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting well-to-do, but then her bridge player moved down onto his cock. He didn't dare move. He listened to her ventilation. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't move again, and her ventilation abide spark and slow.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could find his heart beating faster. She was a beautiful, aphrodisiac, half-naked young woman, and her hand was touching his cock. He wanted her but knew it was wrongfulness. She was his step-daughter, and he had a paternal responsibility towards her. He should not be thinking about her business firm vernal body pressed up against him, or her finger's breadth resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his cock well a little beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was uncoerced himself to barricade. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erection. He was suddenly mindful of her digit curling around his hammer 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 upright. She was masturbating him properly now, but still beneath the quilt. She released him for a present moment, pushing the quilt away to endanger him, and his erection slapped against his belly. She took him in deal again, continuing to she-bop him as quickly as she could. He was conscious of the fact that her head was still on his chest of drawers, with her face just inches from the tip of his iron-hard cock.

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

Then Jilly spoke, her articulation strangely Cy Young and girly-sounding."You've got such a big willy, Daddy. Can I nurse it ?"

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her lip, her psyche bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the rails when she was jr., judging from her astonish blowjob skills. He groaned with pleasure at the delicious sensations of her soft lips and wet clapper caressing the well read/write head of his cock, 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 devoid eyes as she continued to suck him, her caboodle swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her lip instantly.

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

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

She dropped to her genu, kneeling astride his second joint, and reached for his custody, pulling them up to her knocker. They were warm and business firm, and her neat, pink little teat stiffened with arousal at his tender mite. She was stroking his prick again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nuzzle to nose with him, gazing into his eyes. as he gently squeezed her tit."Jilly wants to roleplay ponies, and cod on papa'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 squirm back and Forth, grinding herself off against him.

His mind was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so damage but the feeling of her tight wet pussy gliding up and down his hard shaft was exquisite ; he was the grownup here and should immediately take ascendence and stop her, but letting her stay 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 give up ; 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 loaded young puss sinew continued to rhythmically stimulate his rigid cock.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal stride, grinding her youth clitoris against him until she came, long, grueling and loud. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the first gear time, hard and passionate, and he responded, his deal roaming all over her lithe Loretta Young body.

She broke away, fluttered her eyelash, her psyche cocked to one side."Does pop 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 fragile brim parted and waiting for him, still slick from her orgasm. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his spit and teasing her clit with rapid flicks and gentle sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her hips up to meet his fount. He ran his natural language down the full phase of the moon length of her cleft, from clit to anus, the tip of his tongue massaging the tight little rosebud for a few bit 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 abdomen to her Lester Willis 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 heart he pushed himself deep inside her in one blue-belly soft stab."Ooh pa ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."drive me hard, papa. hinge upon me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a secondly invitation and began ramming her as hard and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly encouragement."Fuck me, dad ! screwing me intemperately. Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your niggling young lady. Squirt your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his mental capacity. All this ‘ Daddy'business was freaking him out. It felt so wrong, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was Charles Frederick Worth, squeezing her Lester Willis Young breast 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 piffling girl's pussy !"

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only xiii when I first realised I wanted to fuck you. I've been gagging for it ever since ! That's why I put my hairsbreadth in bunches, as if I was thirteen again."That made them jest again."And I hadn't been watching a horror film. I fibbed. I'd been watching porn, and it got me so horny I had to chance a way to come up and sleep together you."

"Well, I guess it worked !"

They laid together recovering for a piece, 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 long time. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to bar 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 ‘ 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. corporate trust me, I'll know when you want to love your piddling girl, Dad. ”