I'm Scared, Daddy !

It was marriage second time around for both weenie and Yvonne, and in Sojourner Truth they were best friends with benefits, rather than being in love. But they had been together for four years, and the kinship worked ; as well as having incumbrance in commons, he earned really just money - more than Yvonne's first married man ever had, so she was glad with her vastly-improved lifestyle, and she was a great Captain Cook, which was of import to Frank, as he couldn't cook toast ! They were fold to each former and had a moderately active sex sprightliness, so overall, 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 Frank had taken to her immediately, even though she had apparently gone off the railing in a major way after her Padre had walked out, and it took a good brace of years for to settle down down. She had recently taken to calling him ‘ Dad'instead of hotdog, and he was secretly proud of, hoping he was having a positive influence on her.

He was also very aware that she had grown from a daughter into a cleaning lady while he had been with Yvonne. She was pretty and curvy in a way that he was struggling to neglect. Although she was an adult now, she was Yvonne's daughter, and young enough to be his own. As if that wasn't enough to keep him at bay, he was also for sure that she would be totally grossed out if ever did come in 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 follow football game in bed. It was a kickshaw he could only enjoy when Yvonne was out. Jilly had been in her room all evening. While he was watching the secret plan, he heard Jilly's door open, and then a bang on his doorway. He thought he heard her sniff. He slept nude, 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 crying. She was wearing a blotto albumen tee shirt with no bra, and pink knickerbockers. She had decent-sized breasts and her mammilla were pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Her retentive blond hair was tied in clustering 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 wrongly 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 room. He hesitated, and she apparently took that as a ‘ yes'as she slid straight beneath the quilt with her brain 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 experience awful sending her back to her way in that land, so he just sighed in submission, put an arm around her articulatio humeri, and carried on watching the secret plan, hoping that would distract him from thoughts he shouldn't be thinking. It seemed to work.

He felt her relax, and her ventilation fell into a light, steady rhythm. He didn't realise her arm had moved until he felt her digit touch his pubic hair. He froze. Had she done it intentionally ? How should he stop her without hurting her opinion ? What if it was unwilled 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 devoid. Her breathing was slow and shallow. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She stirred like she was half-asleep and just getting well-to-do, but then her hand moved down onto his dick. He didn't dare motion. He listened to her external respiration. She was asleep, wasn't she ? She didn't move again, and her breathing stayed luminance and slow.

He realised he was breathing more deeply now, and he could feel his pith beating faster. She was a beautiful, sexy, half-naked Brigham Young woman, and her paw was touching his rooster. He wanted her but knew it was incorrectly. 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 finger's breadth resting so lightly on his cock.

Despite himself, he felt his putz tumefy a little beneath her handwriting. Then a little more. He was willing himself to stop. Too late. He was getting an unstoppable erection. 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 raise. She was masturbating him properly now, but still beneath the quilt. She released him for a moment, pushing the quilt away to endanger him, and his erection slapped against his breadbasket. She took him in handwriting again, continuing to she-bop him as quickly as she could. He was witting of the fact that her foreland was still on his bureau, with her face just in from the tip of his iron-hard cock.

He thought his head was going to irrupt - his judgement was screaming at him to stop over this immediately, but his peter was begging for more.

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

He was stunned. Before he could oppose, she took him in her mouth, her header bobbing rhythmically. She had gone seriously off the runway when she was vernal, judging from her astonish blowjob skills. He groaned with delight at the delicious wizard of her delicate lips and wet tongue caressing the conceited drumhead of his cock, 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 of golf free eyes as she continued to sop up him, her bunches swaying rhythmically. He was amazed he didn't cum in her sass instantly.

After a dyad 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 legs and removed her knickers. She was shaved. He didn't dare motion. He just stared up at her as she began to rub down her white meat. She let one hand wandered down between her leg, and she licked her lips provocatively as she slid a digit inside herself.

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

She dropped to her human knee, kneeling astride his second joint, and reached for his hands, pulling them up to her breasts. They were warm and firm, and her neat, pink little tit stiffened with foreplay at his tender tinge. 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 breast."Jilly wants to bet ponies, and ride on papa's big stiff willy,"she whispered playfully, and swiftly lowered herself straight down onto him. He groaned aloud as his unhurt length slid deep inside her, and she began to worm back and forth, grinding herself off against him.

His judgment was a hurricane of thoughts : this was so wrong but the feeling of her taut wet snatch gliding up and down his hard dick was exquisite ; he was the adult here and should immediately select ascendence and stop her, but letting her stay 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 stop ; this was probably incest and illegal, but he couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful physical structure and desperately wanted to cum inside her as her crocked youth pussy muscles continued to rhythmically stimulate his rigid cock.

She was extraordinarily athletic and rode him at a phenomenal yard, grinding her young clitoris against him until she came, long, arduous and tatty. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for the kickoff meter, strong and passionate, and he responded, his hands roaming all over her lithe Loretta Young body.

She broke away, fluttered her cilium, her school principal cocked to one side."Does Daddy want a drive on Jilly, now ?"He nodded."Yes, I do,"he breathed.

She rolled off him and onto her back, with her knees up near her chest, fully exposing her pussy to him with its ticklish rim parted and waiting for him, still tricky from her orgasm. He couldn't resist feasting on her, probing her deeply with his tongue and teasing her clit with speedy flicks and gentle sucks. She gasped, moaned and bucked, pushing her hips up to meet his brass. He ran his tongue down the full length of her cleft, from clitoris to anus, the tip of his tongue massaging the slopped 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 stomach to her Cy Young chest. He sucked each pap before kissing her on the lips. She could try out herself on him and yearned for him to fuck her. Gazing into her eyes he pushed himself deep inside her in one swift sluttish thrust."Ooh Daddy ! What a big hard willy you've got !"she squealed, as he penetrated her."Ride me hard, Daddy. Ride me as fast as you can !"

He didn't need a second invitation and began ramming her as laborious and as fast as he could. She loved it and yelled her girly encouragement."Fuck me, pop ! shtup me harder. Cum in me, dad. Cum in your little young woman. eject your cum in me !"

She was scrambling his wit. All this ‘ dada'occupation 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 young boob firmly, and feeling his clump slapping against her teenage ass until he just couldn't hold off any longer.

She sensed he was on the sharpness."Cum in me, Daddy ! Squirt in my kitty-cat !"

That blew his mind, and as he came in her he yelled"Oh god, Jilly ! pa's cumming in you ! pappa's cumming in his piffling girl's puss !"

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

She grinned at him."Because I was only thirteen when I first realised I wanted to love you. I've been gagging for it ever since ! That's why I put my haircloth in crew, as if I was xiii again."That made them joke again."And I hadn't been watching a horror moving-picture show. I fibbed. I'd been watching porn, and it got me so horny I had to bump 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 time. Right ?"

He nodded and sighed."I guess."

"It doesn't have to lay off 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 ‘ pappa'into the conversation. Mum's already used to me calling you ‘ Dad'now, so she won't notice."

"And how do I let you be intimate that I want you ?"

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