I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was wedding second time around for both Frank and Yvonne, and in trueness they were best friends with welfare, rather than being in love. But they had been together for four years, and the human relationship worked ; as well as having loads in common, he earned really good money - Sir Thomas More than Yvonne's first husband ever had, so she was well-chosen with her vastly-improved modus vivendi, and she was a big cook, which was crucial to Frank, as he couldn't cook toast ! They were faithful to each other and had a moderately fighting sex life, 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 cunning thirteen-year-old when Yvonne and hotdog 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 commodity distich 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 irrefutable influence on her.

He was also very aware that she had grown from a girl into a cleaning lady while he had been with Yvonne. She was pretty and curvy in a way that he was struggling to snub. Although she was an adult now, she was Yvonne's daughter, and youthful enough to be his own. As if that wasn't enough to go along him at bay, he was also indisputable that she would be totally grossed out if ever did total 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 delight when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her room all evening. While he was watching the game, he heard Jilly's room access open, and then a bash on his door. He thought he heard her sniff. He slept au naturel, 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 flannel tee shirt with no bra, and pink bloomers. She had decent-sized breasts and her teat were pressing against the textile of her shirt. Her yearn blonde hair was tied in bunches above her ears. He entertained a evanesce crude thought about her, and then silently reprimanded himself for thinking that way when she was clearly distressed.

When he asked her what was awry 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 fright to go back to her own way. 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 selection but to let her nestle in to him ; he would feel awful 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 biz, hoping that would distract him from thoughts he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to mold.

He felt her relax, and her ventilation fell into a light, steadfast rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her fingers touch his pubic hair. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he block her without hurting her look ? What if it was unintentional and she was just falling asleep ? Suggesting she was deliberately behaving inappropriately when she wasn't would appal her.

He waited, trying to convert himself it was devoid. Her ventilation was slow and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting prosperous, but then her hand moved down onto his cock. He didn't dare move. He listened to her breathing. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't motion again, and her breathing stayed luminousness and slow down.

He realised he was breathing more than deeply now, and he could experience his heart beating faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked Loretta Young cleaning woman, and her handwriting was touching his prick. He wanted her but knew it was damage. She was his step-daughter, and he had a parental obligation towards her. He should not be thinking about her house young body pressed up against him, or her fingers resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his hammer tumefy a little beneath her mitt. Then a little more. He was willing himself to kibosh. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable hard-on. He was suddenly aware of her finger 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 stopcock 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 let out him, and his erection slapped against his stomach. She took him in deal again, continuing to wank him as quickly as she could. He was conscious of the fact that her head was still on his chest, with her face just column inch from the tip of his iron-hard prick.

He thought his foreland was going to break loose - his mind was screaming at him to block this immediately, but his cock was begging for more.

Then Jilly spoke, her voice strangely Pres Young and girly-sounding."You've got such a big willy, papa. Can I suck it ?"

He was stunned. Before he could respond, she took him in her mouth, her head bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the runway when she was younger, judging from her amazing blowjob skills. He groaned with pleasure at the delicious sense of her soft sass and wet tongue caressing the swollen principal of his shaft, 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 impeccant eyes as she continued to suck him, her clustering swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her mouth instantly.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped, but held his regard, as she slowly raised up onto her knees. She peeled off her tee-shirt, then stood straddling his peg and removed her knickers. She was shaved. He didn't daring move. He just stared up at her as she began to massage her breasts. She let one hand wandered down between her legs, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a fingerbreadth inside herself.

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

She dropped to her knees, kneeling astride his thigh, and reached for his hands, pulling them up to her chest. They were tender and business firm, and her neat, pink little nipples stiffened with rousing at his tender touch. She was stroking his turncock again.

She leaned forward until she was almost nose to nose with him, gazing into his eyes. as he gently squeezed her breasts."Jilly wants to play 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 unscathed length slid bass 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 untimely but the tactile sensation of her tight wet pussy gliding up and down his hard gibe was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately demand control and stop her, but letting her stay in explosive 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 stop ; 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 young pussy muscle continued to rhythmically get his rigid shaft.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal tread, grinding her young clit against him until she came, long, hard and loud. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the beginning meter, firmly and passionate, and he responded, his mitt roaming all over her svelte Danton True Young body.

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

She rolled off him and onto her back, with her genu up near her dresser, fully exposing her pussy to him with its finespun lips parted and waiting for him, still silken from her climax. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his knife and teasing her clit with speedy flicks and gentle suck. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her pelvis up to run across his boldness. He ran his spit down the total length of her cleft, from clitoris to anus, the tip of his tongue massaging the tight little rosebud for a few moments before returning to her button, sucking it until she squealed and gasped and came again.

He lapped her juices from her and then tenderly kissed his way up her tum to her unseasoned breasts. He sucked each nipple before kissing her on the lips. She could taste herself on him and yearned for him to eff her. Gazing into her eyes he pushed himself deep inside her in one swift easy thrust."Ooh pop ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."Ride me unvoiced, Daddy. ride me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a instant invitation and began ramming her as strong and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly boost."shag me, Daddy ! fucking me unvoiced. Cum in me, Daddy. Cum in your piffling girl. Squirt your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his brainpower. All this ‘ papa'business was freaking him out. It felt so wrongfulness, and yet it was so incredibly sexy. He rammed her for all he was worth, squeezing her young breasts firmly, and feeling his ball slapping against her teenaged ass until he just couldn't hold off any longer.

She sensed he was on the edge."Cum in me, Daddy ! spurt 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 minuscule young woman's pussy !"

As soon as he was done, they collapsed in fits of laughter. He had to ask."What's all this girly ‘ pop'occupation, 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 bunches, as if I was 13 again."That made them laugh again."And I hadn't been watching a repulsion film. I fibbed. I'd been watching smut, and it got me so ruttish I had to find a way to do 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 prison term. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to stop 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 have it away that I want you ?"

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