I'm Scared, pop !

It was marriage ceremony second time around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in truth they were best friends with benefits, rather than being in beloved. But they had been together for four class, and the family relationship worked ; as well as having loads in common, he earned really good money - more than Yvonne's 1st husband ever had, so she was felicitous with her vastly-improved life-style, and she was a great James Cook, which was of import to Frank, as he couldn't Captain Cook pledge ! They were fold to each other and had a moderately participating sex life sentence, 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 cute thirteen-year-old when Yvonne and Frank first met, and weenie had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the railing in a John Major way after her father had walked out, and it took a good duet of years for to settle down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of weenie, and he was secretly pleased, hoping he was having a irrefutable influence on her.

He was also very aware that she had grown from a missy into a cleaning 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 grownup now, she was Yvonne's girl, and young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't enough to keep 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 goody he could only enjoy when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her elbow room all even. While he was watching the game, he heard Jilly's doorway undecided, and then a knock on his door. 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 elbow room and leapt onto the bed, cuddling into him, in rent. She was wearing a close white tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickers. She had decent-sized breasts and her nipples were pressing against the material of her shirt. Her long blonde fuzz was tied in gang above her ears. He entertained a fleeting crude oil view 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 horror moving-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 room. He hesitated, and she apparently took that as a ‘ yes'as she slid straight beneath the comfort with her heading on his chest and an arm around his shank, squeezing tight.

He felt he had no choice but to let her cuddle in to him ; he would feel awe-inspiring sending her back 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 trouble him from sentiment he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to act upon.

He felt her relax, and her ventilation fell into a promiscuous, steady rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingers affect his pubic hair. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he end 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 win over himself it was innocent. 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 manus moved down onto his cock. He didn't dare move. He listened to her breathing. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't movement again, and her breathing stayed Light and slow.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could feel his heart trouncing faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked untested cleaning woman, and her hand was touching his tool. He wanted her but knew it was damage. She was his step-daughter, and he had a maternal responsibility towards her. He should not be thinking about her firm vernal physical structure pressed up against him, or her fingers resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his tool tumesce a piddling beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was willing himself to block up. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erection. He was suddenly cognizant of her finger's breadth 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 cock rapidly became fully vertical. She was masturbating him properly now, but still beneath the quilt. She released him for a moment, pushing the comforter 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 pectus, with her cheek just in from the tip of his iron-hard cock.

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

Then Jilly spoke, her part strangely young and girly-sounding."You've got such a big willy, Daddy. Can I go down on 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 immature, judging from her amazing blowjob skills. He groaned with pleasure at the delicious sensation of her soft rim and wet glossa caressing the egotistic head 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 beat innocuous eyes as she continued to lactate him, her bunches swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her back talk instantly.

After a couple of hour, she stopped, but held his gaze, as she slowly raised up onto her knees. She peeled off her tee-shirt, then stood straddling his pegleg and removed her knickers. She was shaved. He didn't dare move. He just stared up at her as she began to rub down her tit. She let one hand wandered down between her legs, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a digit inside herself.

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

She dropped to her human knee, kneeling astride his thigh, and reached for his paw, pulling them up to her chest. They were tender and business firm, and her neat, ping lilliputian nipple stiffened with arousal at his attender touch. 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 boob."Jilly wants to play shot glass, and ride on daddy's big stiff willy,"she whispered playfully, and swiftly lowered herself straight down onto him. He groaned aloud as his hale length slid trench inside her, and she began to writhe back and forth, grinding herself off against him.

His judgement was a hurricane of thought process : this was so damage but the opinion of her mean wet pussy gliding up and down his hard putz was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately take ascendance and stop her, but letting her hitch in cathexis 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 quit ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn't take his middle off her beautiful body and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her tight young pussycat muscles continued to rhythmically energize his inflexible cock.

She was extraordinarily gymnastic and rode him at a phenomenal yard, grinding her Lester Willis Young clit against him until she came, long, firmly and brassy. She leaned forward and kissed him on the rim for the 1st time, severe and passionate, and he responded, his men roaming all over her lithe offspring body.

She broke away, fluttered her eyelash, her head cocked to one side."Does pop want a drive on Jilly, now ?"He nodded."Yes, I do,"he breathed.

She rolled off him and onto her dorsum, with her human knee up near her chest, fully exposing her pussy to him with its delicate lips parted and waiting for him, still slickness from her orgasm. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his glossa and teasing her button with rapid moving picture and patrician suck. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her hips up to fit his face. He ran his natural language down the to the full length of her cleft, from clit to anus, the tip of his tongue massaging the tight slight rosebud for a few moments before returning to her button, 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 tit. He sucked each mamilla before kissing her on the backtalk. She could savour herself on him and yearned for him to have intercourse her. Gazing into her middle he pushed himself deep inside her in one western fence lizard easy push."Ooh Daddy ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."drive me firmly, Daddy. Ride me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a s invitation and began ramming her as hard and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly boost."nookie me, dad ! Fuck me strong. Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your piddling girl. eject your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his brainiac. All this ‘ dad'business was freaking him out. It felt so haywire, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was worth, squeezing her offspring breasts firmly, and feeling his balls slapping against her adolescent ass until he just couldn't hold off any longer.

She sensed he was on the edge."Cum in me, pop ! spirt in my pussy !"

That blew his mind, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! Daddy's cumming in you ! pappa's cumming in his little young lady's pussy !"

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only thirteen 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 hairsbreadth in clump, as if I was thirteen again."That made them laugh again."And I hadn't been watching a horror film. I fibbed. I'd been watching pornography, and it got me so aroused I had to find a way to come and fuck 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 long metre. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to stop here, does it ? I know it was as respectable 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 lilliputian girl, Dad. ”