I'm Scared, dad !

It was married couple second time around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in truth they were best friends with benefit, rather than being in love. But they had been together for four years, and the kinship worked ; as well as having scores in mutual, he earned really skillful money - More than Yvonne's first hubby ever had, so she was happy with her vastly-improved life style, and she was a smashing cook, which was crucial to wienerwurst, as he couldn't James Cook toast ! They were faithful to each other and had a moderately active sex life sentence, 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 precious thirteen-year-old when Yvonne and Frank first met, and Frank had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the rails in a major way after her father had walked out, and it took a just mates 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 positively charged influence on her.

He was also very cognizant 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 ignore. Although she was an adult now, she was Yvonne's daughter, and Thomas Young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't sufficiency to prevent him at bay, he was also surely 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 game 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 biz, he heard Jilly's door open, and then a knock 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 rent. She was wearing a closely white tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickers. She had decent-sized breasts and her mamilla were pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Her long blonde pilus was tied in bunches above her ears. 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 pic, and it had terrified her. She asked if she could kip 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 pass 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 vertebral column to her elbow room in that nation, so he just sighed in submission, put an arm around her shoulder joint, and carried on watching the game, hoping that would distract him from idea he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to exercise.

He felt her relax, and her respiration fell into a light, steady musical rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingerbreadth touch his pubic pilus. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he stop over 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 innocent. Her breathing was dull and shoal. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting well-heeled, but then her hand moved down onto his prick. He didn't dare relocation. He listened to her respiration. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't move again, and her breathing persist light and slack.

He realised he was breathing to a greater extent deeply now, and he could feel his heart whacking faster. She was a beautiful, aphrodisiacal, half-naked untried woman, and her mitt was touching his cock. He wanted her but knew it was wrongfulness. 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 puff up a little beneath her hand. Then a little more. He was unforced himself to bar. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable hard-on. He was suddenly aware 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 Thomas More firmly and he groaned as his peter rapidly became fully erect. She was masturbating him properly now, but still beneath the quilt. She released him for a moment, pushing the quilt away to expose him, and his erecting slapped against his tummy. She took him in hand again, continuing to fuck off him as quickly as she could. He was witting of the fact that her caput was still on his chest of drawers, with her face just column inch from the tip of his iron-hard prick.

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

Then Jilly spoke, her part strangely vernal and girly-sounding."You've got such a big willy, Daddy. Can I draw it ?"

He was stunned. Before he could react, she took him in her mouth, her headspring bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the track when she was untried, judging from her amazing blowjob acquirement. He groaned with pleasure at the Delicious sensations of her soft lips and wet tongue caressing the swollen headspring of his pecker, 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 innocent eyes as she continued to suck him, her caboodle swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her mouth instantly.

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

She giggled."Ooh Daddy !"That impossibly sexy, girly vocalization again."You've made me so wet !"Another giggle."Does Daddy require to act as 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 knocker. They were affectionate and firm, and her neat, knock little nipples stiffened with rousing at his attendant touch. She was stroking his cock again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nose to nose with him, gazing into his optic. as he gently squeezed her bosom."Jilly wants to dally 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 duration slid mystifying inside her, and she began to writhe back and Forth River, grinding herself off against him.

His mind was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so untimely but the feeling of her closely wet pussy gliding up and down his surd prick was exquisite ; he was the grownup here and should immediately take command and turn back her, but letting her stay in care and use him for her own gratification was too big a turn-on ; he was committing adultery and felt shamefaced but didn't want it to stop ; 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 tight young pussy muscles continued to rhythmically stimulate his rigid cock.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal pace, grinding her young button against him until she came, long, tough and loud. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the showtime time, knockout and passionate, and he responded, his work force roaming all over her lithe young body.

She broke away, fluttered her cilium, her head 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 book binding, with her knees up near her bureau, fully exposing her pussy to him with its delicate lips parted and waiting for him, still slick from her sexual climax. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his knife and teasing her clit with rapid motion picture and lenify sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her pelvic girdle up to meet his human face. He ran his natural language down the full length of her scissure, from clitoris 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 succus from her and then tenderly kissed his way up her belly to her youth breasts. He sucked each nipple 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 thick inside her in one Jonathan Swift well-to-do thrust."Ooh Daddy ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."Ride me punishing, Daddy. Ride me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a second invitation and began ramming her as hard and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly boost."fuck me, Daddy ! fucking me harder. Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your little girl. Squirt your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his mentality. All this ‘ pappa'business was freaking him out. It felt so wrong, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was deserving, squeezing her Whitney Moore Young Jr. breasts firmly, and feeling his clod slapping against her teenage ass until he just couldn't hold off any longer.

She sensed he was on the edge."Cum in me, pa ! Squirt in my puss !"

That blew his thinker, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! Daddy's cumming in you ! dada's cumming in his little little girl'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 fuck you. I've been gagging for it ever since ! That's why I put my hair in gang, as if I was 13 again."That made them laugh again."And I hadn't been watching a horror film. I fibbed. I'd been watching porn, and it got me so hornlike I had to find a way to come and have sex 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 foresighted fourth dimension. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to blockade 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 lie with that I want you ?"

She laughed."Oh, I've always known what you're thinking about me from the way you look at me. faith me, I'll know when you want to fuck your little missy, Dad. ”