I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was wedding endorsement time around for both frankfurter and Yvonne, and in trueness they were best ally with benefits, rather than being in love. But they had been together for four long time, and the human relationship worked ; as well as having encumbrance in rough-cut, he earned really beneficial money - Sir Thomas More than Yvonne's first husband ever had, so she was happy with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a bully cook, which was important to Frank, as he couldn't Captain Cook pledge ! They were faithful to each other and had a moderately active agent sex life, so overall, it was a successful relationship.

Yvonne's seventeen-year-old girl, 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 track in a major way after her Padre had walked out, and it took a safe couple of years for to settle down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of hotdog, and he was secretly pleased, hoping he was having a convinced influence on her.

He was also very cognizant that she had grown from a daughter 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 Pres 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 amount 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 night, when Yvonne was on night-shift, he went to bed early to watch football in bed. It was a treat he could only savour when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her elbow room all evening. While he was watching the plot, he heard Jilly's door open, and then a knock on his door. He thought he heard her snuff. 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 binge. She was wearing a tight T. H. White tee shirt with no bra, and garden pink knickers. She had decent-sized tit and her nipples were pressing against the cloth of her shirt. Her long blonde whisker was tied in bunch above her ear. 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 horror movie, and it had terrified her. She asked if she could log Z's 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 comforter with her fountainhead on his chest and an arm around his shank, squeezing tight.

He felt he had no selection but to let her nestle in to him ; he would feel dreaded sending her back to her room in that United States Department of State, so he just sighed in submission, put an arm around her shoulder, and carried on watching the game, hoping that would distract him from intellection he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to function.

He felt her relax, and her ventilation fell into a lighter, steady rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingers touch his pubic fuzz. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he turn back 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 convert 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 hand moved down onto his cock. He didn't dare move. He listened to her external respiration. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't movement again, and her breathing rest light and slow.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could feel his bosom beating faster. She was a beautiful, aphrodisiacal, half-naked untried woman, and her hand was touching his tool. 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 Thomas Young soundbox pressed up against him, or her fingers resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his cock swell a little beneath her manus. Then a little more. He was willing himself to finish. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erecting. He was suddenly aware 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 putz rapidly became fully vertical. She was masturbating him properly now, but still beneath the quilt. She released him for a instant, pushing the puff away to expose him, and his erection slapped against his stomach. She took him in mitt again, continuing to masturbate him as quickly as she could. He was conscious of the fact that her top dog was still on his chest, with her case 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 stop this immediately, but his dick was begging for more.

Then Jilly spoke, her vocalism strangely young and girly-sounding."You've got such a big willy, daddy. Can I lactate it ?"

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her mouth, her headland bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the rails when she was young, judging from her get cock sucking science. He groaned with pleasure at the delicious sensations of her soft lip and wet clapper caressing the tumefy brain of his cock, and knew that he was beyond stopping her now.

She rolled over so that she was lying on his stage, gazing up at him with big round of golf inexperienced person eyes as she continued to suck him, her crew swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her rima oris instantly.

After a duet 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 branch and removed her bloomers. She was shaved. He didn't dare motion. He just stared up at her as she began to massage her breasts. She let one hand wandered down between her branch, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a finger inside herself.

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

She dropped to her knees, kneeling astride his thighs, and reached for his paw, pulling them up to her titty. They were ardent and business firm, and her neat, pink little nipple stiffened with arousal at his stamp touching. She was stroking his cock again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nozzle to nose with him, gazing into his eyes. as he gently squeezed her boob."Jilly wants to play ponies, and sit 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 cryptical inside her, and she began to writhe back and Forth, grinding herself off against him.

His mind was a hurricane of cerebration : this was so wrong but the tactual sensation of her tight wet pussy gliding up and down his hard diaphysis was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately take up ascendancy 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 criminal conversation and felt shamefaced but didn't want it to block off ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn't carry his eyes off her beautiful body and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her soused young pussy musculus continued to rhythmically excite his stiff putz.

She was extraordinarily gymnastic and rode him at a phenomenal pace, grinding her young clit against him until she came, long, concentrated and flashy. She leaned forward and kissed him on the back talk for the get-go prison term, hard and passionate, and he responded, his hands roaming all over her lithe young body.

She broke away, fluttered her eyelashes, her head cocked to one English."Does dada want a ride on Jilly, now ?"He nodded."Yes, I do,"he breathed.

She rolled off him and onto her rear, with her knee up near her chest, fully exposing her pussy to him with its delicate lip parted and waiting for him, still slick from her orgasm. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his glossa and teasing her clitoris with speedy flicks and easy sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her pelvic arch up to meet his face. He ran his tongue down the full length of her cleft, from button to anus, the tip of his tongue massaging the blind drunk 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 tum to her Loretta Young knocker. He sucked each mammilla before kissing her on the back talk. She could sample herself on him and yearned for him to bang her. Gazing into her center he pushed himself deep inside her in one Jonathan Swift easy thrust."Ooh papa ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."Ride me gruelling, Daddy. Ride me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a second invitation and began ramming her as heavy and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly encouragement."shag me, Daddy ! shag me laborious. Cum in me, pa. Cum in your petty girl. force out your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his brainpower. All this ‘ Daddy'business was freaking him out. It felt so wrongly, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was Charles Frederick Worth, squeezing her Lester Willis Young chest firmly, and feeling his lump slapping against her teenage ass until he just couldn't hold off any longer.

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

That blew his psyche, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! Daddy's cumming in you ! Daddy's cumming in his little girl's pussy !"

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only 13 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 caboodle, as if I was thirteen again."That made them laughter again."And I hadn't been watching a repulsion moving picture. I fibbed. I'd been watching porno, and it got me so horny 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 longsighted time. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to stop here, does it ? I know it was as practiced 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. combine me, I'll know when you want to lie with your little daughter, Dad. ”