This is a floor of effortless, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In existent life, use a prophylactic, damnit ! unwanted child, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the half-wit who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Stepfather Sleepwalking Surprise ( MF, F-solo, inc, nc, oral, impreg, reluc )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Fuck me.

multitude say that when life is getting them down. Something bad happens : `` Fuck ... me ! ``

If you think about it, why are you saying that you want someone to have sex with you when things turn to shit ?

I 'm thinking about this because that 's what happened. spirit took a spell for the spoiled, and then ...

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Months ago ...

At 18 class old you think you can make on the world ; that you 're immortal. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain damage, tells you that you 're wrong. A check bone, or a near-death experience in a car, or ...

... or your Mom suddenly dying. One moment she was with us and life was ripe, and the adjacent she was being rushed to the hospital. Soon after she was dead, the dupe of a encephalon hemorrhage. The doctor said it could throw happened to anyone.

But it was n't just anyone ... it was Mom ! My Mommy ...

Dad took us back dwelling house after we left the hospital. It was just him and his two daughter now ... well, stepdaughters. He had met Mom 11 old age ago, when Stacy and I ( I 'm Robyn ) were just 5 and 7, and they had married almost 2 years later. We did n't think back our biologic dad ( BioDad, as Mom used to scream him ), who took off before Stacy was born. In our minds Cal was our Dad.

It took a while for all of us to get to sleep that outset dark. I just lay in bed, tossing and turning. Finally, it was 1 AM and I had to pee.

As I left my room I could sense somebody was in the kitchen. My oculus adjusted to the light and I could see Dad shuffling about in there.

'' Dad ? '' I called. He turned to me and seemed to pause. I moved closer. As I did so I realized he was n't wearing a shirt. And a moment later I realized he also was n't wearing pants ... or underwear !

'' Ack ! '' I gurgled, averting my eyes. `` Dad ! What 're you doing in here, naked ? ! '' He did n't answer. `` Dad ? '' I turned back to him, keeping my eyes on his look. He just stood there.

'' DAD ! '' I yelled.

He dropped like a stone. As he hit the flooring he started screaming and screaming, his limbs flailing. Stacy bolted out of her room, looking as terrified as I felt.

I was about to name 9-1-1 when Dad stopped. Just ... stopped. No movement, no noise. I leaned near and could hear him breathing slowly. He was asleep.

He seemed to be okay so we covered him with a blanket and went back to our own seam, frightened and confused.

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In the morning Dad asked if he had been sleepwalking live on night, as he had woken up on the kitchen floor. We said he had, and told him what had happened.

'' I 'm sorry daughter, '' he said, looking extremely tired. `` I used to do that when I was growing up ; have n't done it in at least 15 years. Hopefully it wo n't happen again, but if it does please do n't try to wake me. My doctor said that the shock could ... ''

We waited. Dad looked shamefaced. `` I have a spunk cardiac murmur. A seismic disturbance like that and I could have a fondness attack. Just leave me to stray about ... maybe lightly direct me back to bed, but no loudly disturbance or jolting, approve ? ``

Stacy and I looked at each former. We could lose Dad too ! We turned back to him and nodded. We would make sure as shooting he stayed safe.

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We stayed home from school and Dad from work for a few days. When one of us would cry the other two would radical hug so we could share persuasiveness. Dad had n't sleepwalked since that kickoff night.

When the day of the funeral arrived we buried Mom and said our goodbyes. The rain made it seem like the unanimous world was crying, not just us. During the reception I decided to ask granny, Dad 's Mom, about his sleepwalking.

'' Oh love, he 's doing that again, is he ? '' she asked, looking around for Dad.

I took her hand. `` nan, is it lawful that waking him up while he 's sleepwalking could kill him ? ``

She looked sad. `` Yes, affectionately. I thought he grew out of it, but the recent loss of your Mom must accept affected him deeply. '' She thought for a moment. `` He 'll take your assistance Robyn. please do what you can for him. '' It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but instead she patted my hand and turned away.

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That night I awoke to the sound of the kitchen chairs being moved around. I grabbed my bathrobe and went to see what was going on.

Dad was in the kitchen again, as naked as before, moving the table and professorship into a new configuration. I realized as he pushed the end of the board against the wall that it made more infinite in the kitchen 's dining country, but now there was only room for 3 chairman. Was his subconscious trying to adapt to the new kin dynamic by doing this ?

When he was done I whispered that he should go to bed, and I gently steered him that way. He complied and then I did likewise.

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Dad did n't sleepwalk for a couple of days, and then one night I awoke to find that I was not alone in my bed !

I turned to see him sleeping future to me in the dim visible radiation coming through the window from the street lamp. He was just sleeping, not in that weird in-between commonwealth. He was, again, naked.

He was on top of the covers and I was under them, so I just let him sleep there and returned to dreamland. In the cockcrow he was gone.

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Dad, Stacy, and I returned to work and school, respectively. It was hard, but the closeness of school made it well-to-do as the day went on.

Not so for Dad. He was already domicile when we got back after schooling. He said he broke down and cried during a confluence and had to fare menage. We hugged him and had a good cry together.

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In the early morning I woke up with `` the itch ''. I decided to give birth a exhibitioner and ingest care of it while everyone else slept. As the warm pee cascaded down my ( if I do n't say so myself ) sexy teenaged body I played with my clitoris and dipped my fingers into my puss as my other hand tweaked one of my nipples. Soon I was gasping and shaking as I came. It was a easing to experience some pleasure after the ugly hebdomad I 'd had.

I dried off, tied the towel above my boobs so it hung like a shortly dress on me, and then opened the bathroom room access to let out some of the steam that was fogging up the mirror.

That murkiness was why I did n't see Dad coming up from behind me until his weapon system were around me, one bridge player going to my remaining boob while the other slipped under the towel, sliding up my second joint towards my pussy. He started to buss the back of my neck.

'' Oh ! '' I cried out in surprise, and then I mentally cursed myself. Despite this sudden crazy assault I realized that Dad must have been sleepwalking again, as he had never touched me in a intimate way ; not ever. I needed to stop him, but not wake him up !

Except ... his deal was manipulating my button by this point. My towel had fallen to the floor, and his other hand, unblocked, was now squeezing my titty. I was completely bare, with my likewise completely naked stepfather sexually assaulting me in his eternal sleep !

'' Daddeee ... '' I hissed.

'' Oh, Diane ... '' I heard him whisper, `` I miss you baby. ``

He thought I was Mom ! What could I do ?

I felt something knockout prominence the bum of one of my butt boldness, and I jumped. That ... was that his tool ?

Dad was actually pretty well with his hands. He was making my button and boob feel really skilful. That, combined with the passionate kisses on the back of my neck, was starting to make the pleasurable intuitive feeling stronger than my fear.

cam stroke water in his nerve ? Call out for Stacy ? All of those would probably stir up him up. Oh, flop ...

'' Dad, go to bed, '' I said quietly but forcefully.

In response Dad lowered his hips and I felt what was definitely his intemperately cock relocation under my coffin nail and forward, the tip just about reaching its objective. No, he must n't ! `` Dad ... '' I started to repeat.

Dad pushed my head forward over the sink, bending me over and giving him a better angle. I felt the tip of his cock nudge between my pussy lips.

NO ! I tried to move to the side but by this meter he had transferred his hands to my coxa, shoving my pelvis forward into the front of the sink and holding me fast.

I felt his hammer start to push into me slowly. `` Daddeee, nooo ... '' I said, but not too loudly. My vagina was well lubricated from my exhibitor onanism ; there was no painfulness as he pushed to a greater extent of his cock inside me. In fact, I 'm ashamed to say it but, it actually felt good !

'No, not good ,'a voice somewhere in the back of my mind cried, 'this is bad !'

papa pulled his pecker out a bit and reliever washed over me, but only for a moment before he pushed it back in harder, sinking it even deeper inside my hot, wet channel. I gasped at the sensation that I had only felt once before with a boy that had caught me in a weak here and now a span calendar month back. That, however, had been with a safe, and this felt even better skin on skin !

No condom ... oh God ... as Dad once again pulled back a bit and then hurl even deep inside me I struggled to remember my monthly bicycle. Why could n't I reckon straight ?

Dad thrust a few more times, getting deeper and cryptical inside my possibly productive pussy each metre. Finally, he was pressed against my butt brass and his cock was all the way inside. I felt so incredibly full !

He moved his hands from my hips up to my chest, squeezing and pinching. I really like playing with them when I masturbate ... this extra pleasure did n't avail the situation.

Dad started to thrust into me, slowly at first. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasurable stretching feeling of his thick putz sliding in and out while my boobs were being groped and my nipple tweaked. My mind, overwhelmed by pleasurable sentience, was no longer trying to act upon out how to stop this. Drool slipped out of the corner of my mouth.

Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a trade good rhythm as my hips rebounded off of the cesspit and back into his next thrust.

I felt it coming, a wave of energy rising like a tide from inscrutable within my sex, growing with each thrusting. 'No ,'I said to myself, 'no, I ca n't cum on pa 's putz ...'

The overwhelming sensations, combined with the idea of the forbidden thing dada was doing to me, set me off. I grunted, pushing back at his cock as it sawed into me, his thick prick touching me where no one else ever had. `` Aah ! '' I gasped, my pussy squeezing again and again as moving ridge after wave of pleasance rolled over and through me.

Finally, palpitation, my orgasm subsided. Miraculously, Dad had n't cum inside me while my slit was massaging his putz, but his thrusts were getting faster, almost hectic in their intensity.

I could opine unspoiled now. I could n't evidence him he was fucking his own daughter, but ...

'' Cam, honey, '' I said in what I hoped was closing curtain to Mom 's vocalisation, `` commit out, okay ? ``

Dad was really ramming it into me by this point. It was starting to feel in effect again.

'' Please, honey, draw out ! ``

He was close up ... so close ...

I had another idea : `` Let me suck you off ! ``

Dad pulled out suddenly and turned me around. My stage, like spaghetti, could n't hold me up so I fell to my knees. Dad 's purple dick, which I could only describe as puffy, was right in my face.

I quickly took it into my mouth, or at to the lowest degree as much as I could get in my mouth, which was a petty over one-half. I sucked on it, tasting table salt from a dribble of liquid which came out of the tip. I had never given a cock sucking before, so I did n't get it on what to do besides suck.

With a frustrated sound Dad grabbed my head and started to thrust into my rima oris. I did my best not to choke as his cock hit the dorsum of my pharynx repeatedly. Within a few seconds Dad grunted and a pelter of hot, thickly liquid blasted into my mouth. Some of it went directly down my throat. Some spilled out from the sides of my mouth.

Another spurt, this one diminished, splashed against the roof of my mouth, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad 's cock slipped from my oral fissure. The last spirt from his cock sprayed lazily on my boobs. A spatter of chopper Edward Douglas White Jr. spilled out of my back talk, down my front and onto the bathroom tile as I coughed, choking, trying to swallow up the rest.

Dad left the room. Within a few minute I could tolerate again, though shakily. My entire trunk was a sticky white mess, from my tit down to my pubic hair.

Ack ! Dad 's cum was soaking into my pubes ! I had to get rid of it immediate ! I got back into the exhibitor, blasting hot water on me and scrubbing hard to get that hooey off.

When I was done I toweled off again, though this clip I made sure to keep the doorway locked, and thought about what had happened. Dad had fucked me ! But it was n't actually Dad ... he thought I was Mom. Is it Brassica napus when the rapist does n't do it he 's raping ? I did n't have an reply for that.

What I did know was that Dad 's intimate prowess had brought me to a shattering orgasm. What did that mean ? I had never thought about Dad in a sexual manner before, but his intensity level, the prohibited aspect of what we had been doing, and that big cock ...

I did n't have an solution for that either.

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I was eating breakfast when Dad 's voice sounded from behind me.

'' Hey, sweetie, how are you this break of day ? ``

I jumped.

'' Oh, sorry, did n't think to startle you, Robyn, '' he said, getting some oatmeal.

I watched him as he got his breakfast ready, searching for any sign that what had happened earlier was purposeful rather than subconscious. He noticed me looking after a few minutes.

'' Everything okay ? '' he said, concerned.

'' Yeah, '' I said carefully, `` just ... sore. '' It was true ; his rooster had really stretched me.

Dad came to the tabular array with his gear up oatmeal. `` Do n't overdo it, love. Too a great deal practice can be bad for you too. ``

As he ate breakfast I excused myself and headed to school.

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Dad was actually in his betimes 30 's. Mom had been older, almost 40, when she died. I thought about Dad, his smile, his clinch ... trying to call up all the tender familial tone as I sat in class.

Then, unbidden, the feeling of him pressing me against the privy sink as he sawed his cock into me, making me cum, washed over me. My nipple instantly got hard and I could feel my cunt start to lubricate.

I had fuss concentrating on my oeuvre. I crossed my legs, rubbing my thigh together, trying to scratch `` the itch ''. Finally, I excused myself to the washroom where I quickly rubbed one out.

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When I got home Stacy and Dad were hugging on the lounge, crying. They beckoned for me to join them. I hesitated, still remembering the last time Dad had touched me.

Seeing the confusion on their faces, I took a breath and sat on the other face of Dad, hugging him. His arm came around my articulatio humeri as he and Stacy continued to cry.

His touch was warm and supportive ; not at all sexual. If he wanted he could ingest moved his hired man lower to my bum or slipped it around my back a piffling boost to caress my white meat and Stacy would n't have noticed. He did neither.

This was the literal Dad, the supportive, loving man who had come into our life so long ago to raise children not his own. I relaxed against his chest.

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That nighttime I awoke to a paw on my hip, pulling my bum back into the little smooch position. The big spoon, of class, was Dad, his hard cock nested between my butt buttock and his hot breath on the cover of my neck.

Not again ! I thought. Why had n't I thought to wear clothes to bed ?

Dad 's hand slipped between my thigh and his fingers started to fondle my pussycat lips and button. In my post-sleep brain fog I realized that I had just been woken from a sexy aspiration where a man who looked a lot like Dad had been fucking me from behind, much like Dad had done that morn. My kitty was already wet, and once Dad noticed that he shifted his hips down, his hammer slipping out from between my butt brass. I then felt the tip of it nudging between my pussy lips.

I tried to move my body away but his mitt had returned to my hip, holding me in plaza. I struggled to twine, to give up myself. Dad grabbed my hip tightly and used it to leverage himself up onto his genu, trapping my lour leg under him. He grabbed my pep pill leg and pushed the knee high. He then returned his peter capitulum to between my vaginal lips, pushing insistently.

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned.

His putz slipped into me, the lubrication produced during my sex aspiration and the purchase this new billet afforded him making it easy. I gasped as my stepdad 's midst, grueling penis once again entered my inexperienced love epithelial duct, stretching it to hold. I also again felt the initiative stirring of forbidden pleasure.

Dad pulled out a petty -- I knew better than to think he was pulling out this meter -- and then he pushed in again, this time tough, knocking the nothingness out of me. His cock rushed deep inside me, almost hurting as it stretched out the deepest theatrical role of my vagina. Then, instead of pulling back for another drive, he started to grind.

This was new. Because the stand of his hammer was right against my pussy sass, as he rotated his hips his hammer angled itself late interior of me, its drumhead and hard pecker caressing the walls of my pussy. It slid along my inner material body, first to the rightfield, then upward, to the left field, and then down towards my butt, which also caused the base of his dick to apply insistence to my clit. It felt unbelievable !

He did it again, swirling that hard shaft and stirring up overwhelmingly pleasurable feelings deep inside me, where only he had touched.

I was gasping. Something was approaching, like an oncoming train, cryptical inside my body, the tunnel it was traveling through vibrating harder, harder.

And then I was cumming. I cried out in pleasure, my body shaking as my stepdad 's unbelievable revolution technique gave me the enceinte orgasm I 'd ever experienced.

Before that climax finished Dad started to throw into me. My cum was extended by the unrelenting jackhammer that my Dad 's cock became. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out before jamming it home. I could bank I could palpate his babymaker hitting my cervix.

Babymaker ... cervix ...

Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she would n't stimulate any more nestling before she had even met Dad. I 'd never asked, but I was pretty sure enough that Dad was fully functional in that section, and my healthy young body definitely was ! After what happened that morning I had calculated out that today, while not the most fertile time of the calendar month for me, was still a dangerous day in my cycle because sperm could subsist inside the female consistency for respective days. I could n't let him cum inside me !

'' Cam, beloved, '' I called back to him. `` let me suck you off. ``

It worked again ! Dad pulled out of me, leaving my vagina feeling suddenly, almost disappointingly, empty, and flopped onto his backrest next to me. I quickly rolled over, between his peg, and grabbed his cock.

I had done some Internet research on blowjobs, just in case this ever happened again. Using what I had learned, I licked the head of his cock while jacking the shaft with my handwriting. After a bit of that I opened my mouth wide and engulfed as much of it as I could. I experienced a perverse feeling of pride as I heard Dad groan in pleasure.

Research is one thing, but experience is another. While I had the know-how for a blowjob it seemed I was n't very good at it. I could n't get my oral cavity down Dad 's cock very far before gagging, so one-half of his shaft was neglected.

After a few minutes Dad made a queer phone and sat up. He hooked his arms under my axilla and pulled me forward, onto his lap. I could feel the hot, arduous scape of his rooster under my pussy.

'' No ... '' I said, trying to get away.

Dad pulled my head down and started to buss me. I was so surprise I did n't even think to terminate him. His natural language snaked into my mouthpiece. Dad was a good phiz and I had never been kissed like that before. Soon I started to render the kisses. My torso felt so hot !

I felt one of Dad 's hands move down between my stage. I felt the mind of his cock once again nestled between my vaginal lips. We continued to kiss. My nipple were tingling. It felt dear, so good.

Dad 's limb encircled me tightly. I felt so safe rightfield then. He would never wound me, I knew. He pulled downward. I felt his cock slide into me again, easily. I gasped into his mouth. We continued kissing, more passionately this time.

I felt Dad 's hands on my rose hip again, urging me to move. I pulled up, feeling the skin of Dad 's heavy cock sliding along the inner walls of my wet pussy. Then he urged me back down and I felt that wonderful clash again, but with the tot delight of his shaft filling me up.

He urged me up and down on his shaft a couple more prison term before I took over. We had n't stopped kissing. I felt better than I had ever felt before in my life sentence ; happy, fulfilled. I loved my stepfather.

Dad moved his brim down to my neck and I started to resile on his prick harder. I felt his hands move to my breasts. I was so close ...

Any thought of the danger from what we were doing was gone from my brain, washed away by the pleasure of making lovemaking to my stepfather. As one of Dad 's hand massaged one of my knocker his early fine-tune my former nipple.

That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his cock and groaned as electric bolt of pleasure shot from my knocker and clit and penetrated thick inside of me, meeting where the head of Dad 's pecker was. My vagina spasmed around that hard prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it give up its preciously cargo.

Dad grunted and I felt his dick somehow uprise great. `` Oh ! '' I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading warmheartedness inscrutable inside me, and it heightened my own orgasm as my almost fertile generative system of rules nursed the stiff seed from my stepdad 's cock. `` Ohhh ! '' I cried, shaking as it throbbed again. Another dab of my Dad 's cum was injected where nature intended for it to go. All the spell my pussy rippled around my Dad 's erupting penis, urging More and Thomas More of that forbidden babymaking essence to go abstruse inside me.

Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still feel his stopcock, weakly spurting out the end of his cum, probably right against my cervical opening.

'' Uh ... uh ... uh ... '' I was n't shaking as badly now, but it still had n't stopped. I had never felt anything like that before.

After some minutes I was able to go up off of Dad. A splash of semen came out of me as his cock slipped out. I was suddenly afraid.

'' Noo ... noo ... '' I whispered, trying to get it out of me. I rushed into the can and sat on the toilet, using gravity to help. After a few arcminute the sperm stopped coming out and I dabbed the remainder away with toilet paper.

Deep inside me, the sperm that had been shot the deepest remained at the far end of my vagina, some of it soaking into my cervix and some golden few had slipped inside my uterus, searching for the egg that would be showing up there within a few days.

When I got back to bed Dad was softly snoring. I could n't really charge him, as he had technically been asleep throughout the unharmed encounter.

'What 's done is done ,'I thought as I climbed into bed and cuddle my head into the bend of Dad 's shoulder.

I did n't sleep right away, thinking about what I would do if I got meaning. secernate Dad ? That could vote down him !

When I was tired enough I whispered to Dad that he should go back to his own bed. He did so, and then I was alone.

I cried myself to sleep.

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In the dayspring Dad actually looked happy, although when I asked him about it he said he did n't really get laid why ; he just felt good that day. He went off to shape, bewildered. I knew why : he was getting laid, even if it was happening while he slept.

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That nighttime I wore jean and a washcloth shirt to bed. If Dad came in I 'd reach indisputable they stayed on. What happened the previous night could never happen again !

Sure enough, I was awoken to Dad pawing at me in his nap. He massaged my breasts through the shirt and kissed the vertebral column of my neck, both of which felt squeamish, but I kept my grip on the button of my jeans and did n't let him take them off.

Finally, Dad left the bed. Thank God, I thought.

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Dad came to my bed again the adjacent dark. As before, I did n't give him what he wanted, and told him to go back to bed. He did so.

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Next morning, Dad looked terrible, like he had n't slept. We were worried. When he got dwelling house he said he had been reprimanded for not paying attending, and for his poor attitude. Those prick ! The man had just lost his wife !

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For the tierce night in a row I turned Dad away from my bed. I almost felt grim for him, but what we had done could never fall out again !

A few minutes later I heard Stacy scream. NO ! I rushed out of my room and into hers. In the dim light source I could see Dad was on top of her, though it seemed that he had n't been able to do anything sexual yet.

'' Daddeee ! '' Stacy yelled. I rushed forward and clamped my manus over her mouth. She looked at me in impact, but I was looking at Dad 's face. He had paused ... was he waking up ?

I had to act. I grabbed his face and deep-rooted my back talk onto his, kissing passionately. I felt him immediately relax, and then start returning the kisses, his arms going around my back.

'' Robyn ? '' Stacy sounded scared and confused, understandably.

I broke the kiss and whispered to her, `` He 's sleepwalking and looking for Mom. I 'll aim him back to his room, okay ? '' I turned back to Dad. `` come on, Cam. Let 's go to bed. ``

Dad followed me and I took him back to his sleeping accommodation. Once there he started to try to disinvest me again.

What could I do ? If I did n't make him happy he 's molest Stacy, and maybe even lose his job ! I helped him remove my shirt and jeans, and then we climbed onto his bed.

'Okay ,'I said to myself. 'This time I 'm going to give him the best blowjob he 's ever had .'

But Dad pushed me onto my vertebral column, got in between my legs, and dropped his aspect into my crotch. I gasped and lay back, experiencing cunnilingus for the number 1 time.

'' Holy shit ! I 'm going to commit you just a one-half hr to stop that, '' I whispered to him jokingly, and then I lay my head back, enjoying the new sensations.

Dad was as goodness at licking pussy as he was at cuddling, although now that I think about it there is some crossover between those skills. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, dipping his fingers into my pussy, and then swapping so his lingua was in my puss while his fingers manipulated my love button. He made me cum on his tongue within a few minutes.

'' Uh ... uh ... uh ... '' I moaned as I came down from the sexual climax. O.K., now I was going to suck him ...

... off ! Dad was between my legs in a blink of an eye, kissing me. No ... I had to stop this ...

I stopped the buss. `` Cam ... '' I said softly, `` Let me nurse you off, okay ? ``

I could feel his hard cock at the entrance to my vagina. A belittled part of me wanted him to press it in.

He did. `` Oh ! '' I gasped, not expecting him to actually do it. He did n't want a blowjob. Oh no !

Due to his spit and the lubrication produced by my orgasm, Dad 's prick slipped into me easily. Within a few thrusts his cock was buried all the way inside me again.

He resumed kissing me as he thrust into me again and again. His hired man moved to my breasts, kneading and lightly pinching the nipples. hoot my dummy ! Why did they have to finger so right when he did that ? I passionately returned his kiss. I could feel another climax coming on.

I whispered to him, `` delight ... I do n't ... I do n't want to get pregnant. ``

Upon hearing this Dad made an animal sound. He grabbed my pegleg and bent them back. I did n't opine it was possible, but he managed to filch them over his berm ! I was now knack in two and, oh God, his cock actually felt even deep than it had ever been before !

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned as he started thrusting harder, faster. I could n't move, trapped under his soundbox as he used mine as a deputy for Mom 's. I suddenly remembered the episodic comment from Dad over the years that it was too bad he and Mom could n't have a baby due to her operation. I had said the take ill-timed affair when trying to get him to stop !

I was having bother breathing in this position. Dad was nibbling my neck now, his own breathing time ragged as he rammed his surd cock into me repeatedly. It hit the end of me again and again, knocking at the door to my uterus, the annoyance of the assault on my cervix somehow combining with the pleasure of his incredibly punishing appendage as it slid effortlessly into me, bumping my clit on each thrust.

I felt the Energy build from trench within me, expanding outward from my deepest niche. My breathing charge per unit increased as I gasped, my pelvic arch shaking, my body laid unfastened to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me.

'' No ... noo ... '' I moaned. This was the absolute worst metre of the calendar month for him to cum inside me, but I was pinned ! Daddy was going to cum inside me and make me pregnant ! He was going to put his baby in my belly, and there was nothing I could do ...

... other than to try to inflame him up ... but that could kill him !

These perverse, forbid idea bounced about in my nous as Daddy rammed his primed babymaker into me again and again, the pleasance he was forcing on me messing with my thinking processes. There was a part of me that wanted this, wanted both of us to cum, and fuck the consequences.

That part won out. The buildup of energy within me culminated in a supernova of delight. I cried out as I came on my stepfather 's turncock, shaking uncontrollably under him as he continued to piston into my unprotected and definitely fertile body.

My sexual climax set off Dad 's. He grunted, his dick expanding inside me. It was now a battering ram against my baby gate, and that gate would not hold. I felt the haste of heating within me, as his rich people, sperm-filled semen inundated the deepest function of my vagina, and it only made me cum harder.

My cervix opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad 's cock as we came again and again. Hot, potent cum splashed against the entree to my uterus, some of the squirt shooting straight through. The excess pooled all around my cervix uteri as it spasmed, trying to make all of the grave sperm that it could find into my defenseless womb.

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I woke suddenly, not realizing where I was. Someone was on top of me, their cock in my kitty-cat ! My initial panic quickly subsided as I realized that I must throw passed out from my hold up orgasm, and Dad must have fallen asleep after ...

... after he ... oh God ...

Dad 's hammer was keeping all of his seeded player inside my very rich pussy. My legs had managed to mistake out from under him but the rest of me was still stuck. I swear I could feel his semen dripping through my cervix uteri and into my uterus as we lay there.

'' Dad -- er, Cam, honey, '' I said into his ear. `` I need to go pee. ``

Dad grunted and rolled to the side, his softening penis slipping from inside me as it did so. Once again I experienced the tactile sensation of vanity. My body seemed to want his cock to detain inside it. 'Bad consistence !'I said to it.

In the bathroom I sat on the toilet for respective hour trying to get any of Dad 's cum to drip out. Barely anything did. His swimmer were going for the gold, it seemed.

I was going to get meaning ! A LOT of Dad 's sperm were right now deep inside my intelligent teen reproductive system, looking for the egg I knew was either already there or soon would be.

Images from a movie in health socio-economic class went through my head. I envisioned some of Dad 's sperm finding my egg, not caring that it was his stepdaughter 's, and attacking it, digging in with their little spermy heads. Soon, one would win out, piercing the layers and injecting that DNA warhead to mix with my own.

I gasped, a little climax running through me. My nipples were hard. I rubbed my belly lovingly. Whatever happens, happens, I told myself.

I grabbed my clothes and then went back to my own bed.

-- -

I slept in the following morning, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my room to ask about what had happened the former Nox but I did n't say anything beyond that I had put Dad back to bed. She looked unconvinced and I wondered if she had actually heard us fucking. I did n't ask though.

That afternoon I found Dad on the redact watching TV. I curled up in his lap, something that I had n't done in years.

'' Everything okay, sweetie ? '' he asked, putting his weapon system around me.

'' Just obligate me, delight ? '' I whimpered.

He did. Even though I was in his lap and I could feel his member under me, it did n't shake up. This was a completely different man from the one who had been fucking me at night.

-- -

I went to bed that nighttime without clothes, as I had done prior to the all sleepwalking thing. I did n't require Dad to try going after Stacy again.

Unfortunately, this meant that I did n't sustain anything I could use to detain his advances. I had been tired all day and when I went to bed I had conked out quickly and catch some Z's soundly.

I dreamt of a faceless man slipping his stopcock into me as I slept, filling me up with his germ and not caring that I was unprotected and fertile.

When I started to fire up up Dad had already gotten his pecker inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy brain was flooded with pleasure from the aspiration and a real shag that was already halfway through.

I was lying on my back with my knee joint up. Dad was lying on his side under my knees, sawing his cock into me and holding one of my thigh for leverage. The fingers of his former hand were expertly manipulating my clit. I was already well on my way to orgasm.

It felt so right ! My pap were very hard and I started to pinch them as he pleasured me with his wonderful dick. I squeezed my breast, a smorgasbord of pleasure and painful sensation hitting me as I realized that they were variety of sore.

Dad 's breathing pace increased, as did his poke. I was getting close to cumming as well.

'Wait ,'I thought, 'was n't there a reason that we should n't be doing this ?'

But it felt so safe, so the right way ! I started to vagabond my hips, trying to get his cock to scrape up along my g-spot as he thrust into me. 'Yes, there !'Dad 's turncock hit the right speckle and I gasped, pinching my nipple harder. A dart thought crossed my mind : 'Why are my titty sore ?'

'Because I 'm ovulating !'came the response.

'Oh yeah ... this flavour so good ...'

'Do n't let him cum inside you ! You 'll get meaning !'

'Mmm, a baaaby ...'I replied dreamily. I was so close ...

'We do n't want to make a baby with daddy !'

'I 'm probably already pregnant from finale night, so what 's one Thomas More freight ? It 's going to feel so gooooood ... .'

Dad jammed his shaft into me heavy, holding it as thick as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum shot deep inside me it set off my own climax, silencing the voice of reason. My spasming epithelial duct urged the seminal fluid from my stepfather 's stopcock, drawing it as deep as potential inside my welcoming reproductive system.

-- -

When I awoke in the break of day Dad was gone and I realized that something had changed inside me. I felt fantastic, energized and felicitous. I considered this, and then my blood ran cold as I realized the likely cause.

I quickly jumped onto the cyberspace and searched 'what does conception sense like'. sure as shooting enough, cleaning woman described feeling full of zip, their dumbbell being sore, and a whizz like their uterus were bruised.

Yes, it did kind of feel bruised in there, but given how my cervix had been assaulted for the last couple of days that was understandable.

I looked at my belly. Erwin Schrodinger 's baby is in there or not, I thought.

-- -

My period did n't arrive, of grade, and I had aurora illness for various days. I bought a gestation exam shortly after that and it confirmed what I had already guessed : I was carrying my stepfather 's baby.

Dad still fucked me almost every Night. I did n't deny him, since I was already pregnant. It 's not like I could get *more* pregnant. By this point I was addicted to his cock too.

I finished out the school twelvemonth and graduated with B honors. My tummy had n't started to show yet, so I looked expectant in the yearbook.

During the summer, though, I started to fill out and it was difficult to hide because of the heat. Everyone was wearing trunks and blotto tee shirt and there I was wearing big, baggy clothes.

Finally, I could n't hide out it any longer and Dad asked me if I was fraught. vociferation, I said yes.

'' Whose is it ? '' he asked. `` You have n't been hanging out with any guys for months, as near as I can severalise. ``

'' I ca n't tell you, papa, '' I replied, still sniffling, `` you 'll belt down him. ``

Dad did n't like that answer but he did n't push.

-- -

At some point I recalled my conversation with Gran at Mom 's funeral reception : `` He 'll need your help Robyn. Please do what you can for him. '' Did she eff about his night-time, um, amorousness ? I wondered if there was a floor there. Maybe I 'll ask her one day.

-- -

Now, 6 months later, Dad still visits me in my bed almost every night but it seems he knows I 'm pregnant and is careful not to be too jolting, so as to not hurt the baby.

I think Stacy might know the truth about the baby but she has n't said anything. We do n't look to be getting along as well as we used to, though, so I do n't know what 's going to fall out there.

-- -

I went and curled up in Dad 's lap while he was sitting on the couch. His strong arms surrounded me.

'' Daddy ? ``

'' Yes, sweetie ? ``

'' Can we enhance this baby as if it was yours and m -- Mom 's ? '' I looked up into his eyes.

'' What about the father ? '' He had asked about him occasionally, and I still refused to tell.

'' He 's not around, '' I replied, half-truthfully. It was daytime, after all .