I'm Scared, daddy !

It was marriage irregular clock time around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in accuracy they were best friends with welfare, rather than being in honey. But they had been together for four years, and the kinship worked ; as well as having loads in vernacular, he earned really good money - more than Yvonne's first of all husband ever had, so she was happy with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a keen cook, which was important to Frank, as he couldn't cook toast ! They were faithful to each other and had a moderately active agent sex liveliness, 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 wiener first met, and frankfurter had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the runway in a John Roy Major way after her father had walked out, and it took a good couple of years for to get back down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of Frank, and he was secretly pleased, hoping he was having a incontrovertible influence on her.

He was also very cognizant 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 girl, and young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't sufficiency to keep him at bay, he was also sure that she would be totally grossed out if ever did follow 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 ascertain football in bed. It was a treat he could only enjoy when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her way all eve. While he was watching the biz, he heard Jilly's door open, and then a knock on his doorway. 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 tight Patrick Victor Martindale White tee shirt with no bra, and garden pink knickers. She had decent-sized breasts and her nipple were pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Her long blonde whisker was tied in bunches above her pinna. He entertained a fleeting 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 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 quilt with her head 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 frightening sending her back to her room in that country, so he just sighed in compliance, put an arm around her shoulder joint, and carried on watching the biz, 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 light, steady rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingers touch on his pubic whisker. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he give up her without hurting her flavour ? 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 innocent. Her ventilation was retard and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting well-situated, but then her bridge player moved down onto his cock. He didn't daring motion. He listened to her breathing. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't move again, and her breathing stay on luminosity and decelerate.

He realised he was breathing more than deeply now, and he could feel his heart beating faster. She was a beautiful, aphrodisiacal, half-naked young woman, and her hand was touching his prick. 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 body pressed up against him, or her fingerbreadth resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his cock swell a little beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was willing himself to stop. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erection. He was suddenly cognisant of her finger's breadth curling around his rooster 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 puff. She released him for a moment, pushing the quilt away to discover 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 chest, with her face just inches from the tip of his iron-hard cock.

He thought his head was going to explode - his creative thinker was screaming at him to stop this immediately, but his hammer was begging for more.

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

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her mouth, her promontory bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the railing when she was untried, judging from her vex blowjob skill. He groaned with joy at the delicious sensations of her flaccid brim and wet tongue caressing the puff up head of his turncock, and knew that he was beyond stopping her now.

She rolled over so that she was lying on his wooden leg, gazing up at him with big beat innocent center as she continued to draw him, her bunch swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her backtalk instantly.

After a couple of moment, she stopped, but held his gaze, as she slowly raised up onto her articulatio genus. She peeled off her tee-shirt, then stood straddling his legs and removed her knee pants. She was shaved. He didn't dare move. He just stared up at her as she began to massage her breasts. She let one paw wandered down between her legs, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a finger inside herself.

She giggled."Ooh dada !"That impossibly sexy, girly voice again."You've made me so wet !"Another giggle."DOE pop desire to meet with Jilly's tit ? I bet he does !"

She dropped to her genu, kneeling astride his thighs, and reached for his hands, pulling them up to her breasts. They were warm and firm, and her neat, pink little nipples stiffened with foreplay at his tender cutaneous senses. She was stroking his cock again.

She leaned forward until she was almost scent to wind with him, gazing into his middle. as he gently squeezed her boob."Jilly wants to play ponies, and depend upon on Daddy's big corpse willy,"she whispered playfully, and swiftly lowered herself straight down onto him. He groaned aloud as his whole length slid thick inside her, and she began to writhe back and Forth, grinding herself off against him.

His mind was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so faulty but the feel of her taut wet pussy gliding up and down his hard ray of light was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately take control and break off her, but letting her check in charge and use him for her own gratification was too big a turn-on ; he was committing adultery and felt guilty but didn't want it to bar ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful soundbox and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her tight new pussy muscles continued to rhythmically induce his rigid cock.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal pace, grinding her young clit against him until she came, long, hard and loud. She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth for the first time, backbreaking and passionate, and he responded, his deal roaming all over her lithe young body.

She broke away, fluttered her lash, her read/write head cocked to one side."Energy Department Daddy want a ride on Jilly, now ?"He nodded."Yes, I do,"he breathed.

She rolled off him and onto her back, with her human knee up near her dresser, fully exposing her slit to him with its fragile lips parted and waiting for him, still knavish from her coming. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his clapper and teasing her clit with rapid flicks and gentle sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her articulatio coxae up to meet his face. He ran his clapper down the wide-cut duration of her cleft, from clit to anus, the tip of his tongue 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 juices from her and then tenderly kissed his way up her tummy to her untested breasts. He sucked each pap before kissing her on the backtalk. She could taste herself on him and yearned for him to fuck her. Gazing into her eyes he pushed himself inscrutable inside her in one swift leisurely thrust."Ooh dad ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."Ride me hard, pa. Ride me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a instant invitation and began ramming her as hard and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly encouragement."nookie me, dad ! nookie me intemperate. Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your little girl. squeeze out your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his brain. All this ‘ Daddy'clientele 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 Loretta Young breasts firmly, and feeling his bollock slapping against her teenage ass until he just couldn't hold off any longer.

She sensed he was on the bound."Cum in me, pappa ! pip-squeak in my pussy !"

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

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only baker's dozen when I first realised I wanted to have sex you. I've been gagging for it ever since ! That's why I put my pilus in caboodle, as if I was XIII again."That made them jape again."And I hadn't been watching a revulsion photographic film. I fibbed. I'd been watching porn, and it got me so horny I had to happen a way to come in and roll in the hay you."

"fountainhead, 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 prison term. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to turn back 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. Trust me, I'll know when you want to screw your fiddling girl, Dad. ”