This is a story of perfunctory, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In real life, use a rubber, damnit ! undesirable babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the imbecile who `` dip his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Stepfather Sleepwalking surprisal ( MF, F-solo, inc, nc, unwritten, impreg, reluc )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Fuck me.

People say that when animation is getting them down. Something bad happens : `` ass ... me ! ``

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

I 'm thinking about this because that 's what happened. Life took a turn for the worse, and then ...

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month ago ...

At 18 years old you think you can take on the world ; that you 're immortal. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain terms, William Tell you that you 're wrong. A soften osseous tissue, or a near-death experience in a car, or ...

... or your Mom suddenly dying. One moment she was with us and life was good, and the next she was being rushed to the hospital. Soon after she was suddenly, the victim of a head hemorrhage. The doctor said it could deliver happened to anyone.

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

Dad took us back nursing home after we left the hospital. It was just him and his two daughter now ... well, stepdaughters. He had met Mom 11 yr ago, when Stacy and I ( I 'm Robyn ) were just 5 and 7, and they had married almost 2 yr later. We did n't recollect our biological dad ( BioDad, as Mom used to call him ), who took off before Stacy was born. In our thinker Cal was our Dad.

It took a spell for all of us to get to kip that first night. 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 someone was in the kitchen. My heart adjusted to the light and I could see Dad shuffling about in there.

'' Dad ? '' I called. He turned to me and seemed to hesitate. 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 bloomers ... or underclothing !

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

'' DAD ! '' I yelled.

He dropped like a Harlan Fiske 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 call 9-1-1 when Dad stopped. Just ... stopped. No bm, no noise. I leaned confining 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 beds, frightened and confused.

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

'' I 'm sorry girl, '' he said, looking extremely tired. `` I used to do that when I was growing up ; have n't done it in at least 15 age. 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 sheepish. `` I have a heart murmuring. A shock like that and I could have a philia fire. Just go forth me to wander about ... maybe lightly head me back to bed, but no meretricious disturbance or jolting, okay ? ``

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

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We stayed dwelling house from school and Dad from body of work for a few mean solar day. When one of us would cry the other two would group hug so we could contribution strong suit. Dad had n't sleepwalked since that number one night.

When the day of the funeral arrived we buried Mom and said our cheerio. The rain made it seem like the whole world was crying, not just us. During the receipt I decided to ask Gran, 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. `` grandmother, is it true that waking him up while he 's sleepwalking could kill him ? ``

She looked sad. `` Yes, dear. I thought he grew out of it, but the Recent epoch passing of your Mom must get affected him deeply. '' She thought for a here and now. `` He 'll need your supporter 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 board and chair into a new configuration. I realized as he pushed the end of the table against the wall that it made more space in the kitchen 's dining area, but now there was only room for 3 chairs. Was his subconscious trying to accommodate to the new category 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 detect that I was not alone in my bed !

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

He was on top of the covering and I was under them, so I just let him log Z's there and returned to dreamland. In the morning he was gone.

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Dad, Stacy, and I returned to make for and school, respectively. It was hard, but the familiarity of schooling made it easier as the day went on.

Not so for Dad. He was already home when we got back after school. He said he broke down and cried during a confluence and had to number dwelling. We hugged him and had a well cry together.

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In the early on morning I woke up with `` the itch ''. I decided to have a shower and take care of it while everyone else slept. As the warm water cascaded down my ( if I do n't say so myself ) sexy teenaged body I played with my clit and dipped my fingers into my pussy as my other manus tweaked one of my nipples. Soon I was gasping and shaking as I came. It was a relief to get some pleasure after the horrible week I 'd had.

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

That fogginess was why I did n't see Dad coming up from behind me until his arms were around me, one hand going to my odd boob while the other slipped under the towel, sliding up my second joint towards my pussy. He started to kiss the back of my neck.

'' Oh ! '' I cried out in surprisal, 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 sexual way ; not ever. I needed to stop him, but not inflame him up !

Except ... his hand was manipulating my clitoris by this point. My towel had fallen to the level, and his other hand, unblocked, was now squeezing my booby. I was completely naked, 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 hard bump the bum of one of my buns impertinence, and I jumped. That ... was that his tool ?

Dad was actually pretty good with his hands. He was making my clit and knocker feel really trade good. That, combined with the passionate kisses on the back of my neck, was starting to make the pleasurable feelings stronger than my fear.

cam stroke pee in his case ? Call out for Stacy ? All of those would probably arouse him up. Oh, right ...

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

In response Dad lowered his pelvic arch and I felt what was definitely his heavy turncock move under my stern and forward, the tip just about reaching its target. 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 jog between my snatch lips.

NO ! I tried to move to the side but by this time he had transferred his bridge player to my rose hip, shoving my pelvis forward into the front of the sump and holding me fast.

I felt his cock head start to push into me slowly. `` Daddeee, nooo ... '' I said, but not too loudly. My vagina was well lubricated from my shower down masturbation ; there was no painfulness as he pushed more 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 book binding of my judgement cried, 'this is bad !'

pa pulled his peter out a bit and relief washed over me, but only for a moment before he pushed it back in harder, sinking it even deeper inside my hot, wet epithelial duct. I gasped at the sensation that I had only felt once before with a boy that had caught me in a weak moment a match calendar month back. That, however, had been with a condom, and this felt even easily skin on skin !

No prophylactic ... oh God ... as Dad once again pulled back a bit and then thrust even deeper inside me I struggled to retrieve my monthly cycle. Why could n't I think straight ?

Dad thrust a few more metre, getting deeper and profoundly inside my possibly fertile pussy each time. Finally, he was pressed against my tooshie cheeks and his rooster was all the way inside. I felt so incredibly full !

He moved his mitt from my hips up to my white meat, squeezing and pinching. I really like playing with them when I masturbate ... this additional pleasure did n't facilitate the situation.

Dad started to force into me, slowly at first. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasurable stretching tactual sensation of his thick turncock sliding in and out while my boobs were being groped and my nipples tweaked. My head, overwhelmed by gratifying wiz, was no longer trying to work out how to stop this. dribble slipped out of the corner of my mouth.

Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a effective rhythm as my pelvic arch rebounded off of the sink and back into his next thrust.

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

The overwhelming aesthesis, combined with the thought of the prohibit thing Daddy was doing to me, set me off. I grunted, pushing back at his pecker as it sawed into me, his midst shaft touching me where no one else ever had. `` Aah ! '' I gasped, my pussy squeezing again and again as Wave after wafture of pleasure rolled over and through me.

Finally, shaking, my orgasm subsided. Miraculously, Dad had n't cum inside me while my twat was massaging his cock, but his driving force were getting faster, almost feverish in their intensity.

I could recollect better now. I could n't tell him he was fucking his own daughter, but ...

'' Cam, dearest, '' I said in what I hoped was close to Mom 's vox, `` pull out, okay ? ``

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

'' Please, honey, pull out ! ``

He was close ... so close ...

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

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

I quickly took it into my mouth, or at least as practically as I could get in my backtalk, which was a picayune over half. I sucked on it, tasting salt from a dribble of liquidness which came out of the tip. I had never given a blowjob before, so I did n't know what to do besides suck.

With a frustrated sound Dad grabbed my read/write head and started to hurtle into my sass. I did my best not to fret as his dick hit the back of my throat repeatedly. Within a few arcsecond Dad grunted and a torrent of hot, thick liquid blasted into my mouth. Some of it went directly down my throat. Some spilled out from the incline of my mouth.

Another spurt, this one smaller, splashed against the roof of my mouth, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad 's peter slipped from my oral cavity. The cobbler's last spurt from his prick sprayed lazily on my breast. A spattering of pearly clean spilled out of my mouth, down my front and onto the can roofing tile as I coughed, choking, trying to live with the rest.

Dad left the room. Within a few instant I could suffer again, though shakily. My integral trunk was a unenviable white mess, from my tit down to my pubic hair.

Ack ! Dad 's cum was soaking into my pubic bone ! I had to get rid of it quick ! I got back into the shower, blasting hot H2O on me and scrubbing hard to get that stuff and nonsense off.

When I was done I toweled off again, though this time I made sure to keep the threshold 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 rape when the rapist does n't cognize he 's raping ? I did n't induce an answer for that.

What I did jazz was that Dad 's sexual prowess had brought me to a shattering orgasm. What did that mean ? I had never thought about Dad in a sexual fashion before, but his intensity, the taboo prospect of what we had been doing, and that big pecker ...

I did n't have an answer 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 the day ? ``

I jumped.

'' Oh, meritless, did n't imply 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 cock had really stretched me.

Dad came to the board with his prepared oatmeal. `` Do n't overdo it, honey. Too much employment 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 early 30 's. Mom had been older, almost 40, when she died. I thought about Dad, his smile, his hugs ... trying to recall all the fond familial feelings as I sat in class.

Then, unbidden, the smell of him pressing me against the john sink as he sawed his cock into me, making me cum, washed over me. My nipples instantly got hard and I could feel my pussy startle to lubricate.

I had trouble concentrating on my work. I crossed my legs, rubbing my thighs together, trying to scrub `` 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 couch, crying. They beckoned for me to join them. I hesitated, still remembering the last metre Dad had touched me.

Seeing the mix-up on their faces, I took a breath and sat on the other side of Dad, hugging him. His arm came around my shoulders as he and Stacy continued to cry.

His touch was warm and supportive ; not at all intimate. If he wanted he could cause moved his hand lower to my bum or slipped it around my back a footling foster to fondle my tit and Stacy would n't have noticed. He did neither.

This was the real Dad, the supportive, loving man who had come into our liveliness so long ago to raise small fry not his own. I relaxed against his chest.

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That night I awoke to a hand on my hip, pulling my butt back into the slight smooch perspective. The big spoonful, of line, was Dad, his hard cock nested between my fundament cheeks and his hot breath on the back of my neck.

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

Dad 's paw slipped between my thighs and his fingers started to caress my purulent lips and clit. In my post-sleep brain fog I realized that I had just been woken from a sexy dream where a man who looked a lot like Dad had been fucking me from behind, much like Dad had done that aurora. My pussy was already wet, and once Dad noticed that he shifted his hip joint down, his cock slipping out from between my cigaret cheeks. I then felt the tip of it nudging between my pussy lips.

I tried to travel my body away but his manus had returned to my hip, holding me in place. I struggled to sprain, to resign myself. Dad grabbed my hip tightly and used it to leverage himself up onto his articulatio genus, trapping my lower leg under him. He grabbed my upper leg and pushed the knee high. He then returned his cock head to between my vaginal lips, pushing insistently.

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned.

His cock slipped into me, the lubrication produced during my sex dream and the purchase this new position afforded him making it easy. I gasped as my stepdad 's thick, intemperately member once again get into my inexperient love channel, stretching it to conciliate. I also again felt the first stirrings of forbidden pleasure.

Dad pulled out a little -- I knew better than to intend he was pulling out this metre -- and then he pushed in again, this clock time hard, knocking the wind out of me. His cock rushed deeply inside me, almost hurting as it stretched out the deepest part of my vagina. Then, instead of pulling back for another thrusting, he started to grind.

This was new. Because the base of his stopcock was right against my pussy mouth, as he rotated his articulatio coxae his cock angled itself deep inside of me, its headland and severely dig caressing the walls of my pussy. It slid along my privileged soma, first to the right, then upward, to the left, and then down towards my butt, which also caused the foot of his cock to give pressure to my button. It felt incredible !

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

I was gasping. Something was approaching, like an oncoming caravan, late inside my body, the burrow it was traveling through vibrating harder, harder.

And then I was cumming. I cried out in pleasure, my body shaking as my stepdad 's incredible rotation proficiency gave me the bully orgasm I 'd ever experienced.

Before that sexual climax finished Dad started to thrust into me. My cum was extended by the brutal pneumatic hammer that my Dad 's peter became. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out before jamming it home. I could swear I could feel his babymaker hitting my cervix.

Babymaker ... cervix ...

Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she would n't have any more tike before she had even met Dad. I 'd never asked, but I was pretty sure that Dad was fully working in that department, and my healthy untested dead body definitely was ! After what happened that morning I had calculated out that today, while not the most productive time of the month for me, was still a serious day in my cycles/second because sperm could live inside the female eubstance for several days. I could n't let him cum inside me !

'' Cam, honey, '' I called back to him. `` let me draw you off. ``

It worked again ! Dad pulled out of me, leaving my vagina spirit suddenly, almost disappointingly, empty, and flopped onto his spine future to me. I quickly rolled over, between his legs, and grabbed his cock.

I had done some net research on blowjobs, just in caseful this ever happened again. Using what I had learned, I licked the head of his putz while jacking the shaft with my hand. After a bit of that I opened my utter wide and engulfed as much of it as I could. I experienced a reprobate feeling of superbia as I heard Dad moan 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 sass down Dad 's cock very far before gagging, so one-half of his calamus was neglected.

After a few transactions Dad made a frustrated speech sound and sat up. He hooked his branch under my armpits and pulled me forward, onto his lap. I could feel the hot, hard shaft of his peter under my pussy.

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

Dad pulled my head down and started to kiss me. I was so surprised I did n't even think to stop him. His tongue snaked into my mouth. Dad was a unspoiled kisser and I had never been kissed like that before. Soon I started to return the kisses. My consistency felt so hot !

I felt one of Dad 's manus move down between my legs. I felt the head of his turncock once again nuzzle between my vaginal sassing. We continued to kiss. My nipples were tingling. It felt good, so good.

Dad 's munition encircled me tightly. I felt so safe right field then. He would never hurt 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 pelvis again, urging me to move. I pulled up, feeling the skin of Dad 's hard stopcock sliding along the inside walls of my wet pussy. Then he urged me back down and I felt that fantastic rubbing again, but with the total joy of his cock filling me up.

He urged me up and down on his stopcock a couple more times before I took over. We had n't stopped kissing. I felt better than I had ever felt before in my life ; well-chosen, fulfilled. I loved my stepfather.

Dad moved his lips down to my neck and I started to bounce on his cock harder. I felt his hands move to my tit. I was so confining ...

Any cerebration of the danger from what we were doing was gone from my mind, washed away by the pleasure of making love to my stepfather. As one of Dad 's hands massaged one of my breasts his other tweaked my other nipple.

That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his rooster and groaned as electric thunderbolt of delight shot from my breasts and clit and penetrated abstruse interior of me, meeting where the caput of Dad 's tool was. My vagina spasmed around that hard prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it commit up its precious cargo.

Dad grunted and I felt his peter somehow grow self-aggrandising. `` Oh ! '' I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading warmth abstruse inside me, and it heightened my own orgasm as my almost fertile generative organization nursed the potent seed from my stepdad 's cock. `` Ohhh ! '' I cried, shaking as it throbbed again. Another splatter of my Dad 's seed was injected where nature intended for it to go. All the spell my pussy rippled around my Dad 's erupting member, urging Thomas More and more of that proscribed babymaking marrow to go abstruse inside me.

Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still feel his cock, weakly spurting out the close 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 arcminute I was able to rise off of Dad. A spatter of ejaculate came out of me as his peter slipped out. I was suddenly afraid.

'' Noo ... noo ... '' I whispered, trying to get it out of me. I rushed into the toilet and sat on the throne, using gravity to help. After a few hour the sperm cell stopped coming out and I dabbed the remainder away with commode 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 lucky 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 find fault him, as he had technically been asleep throughout the whole encounter.

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

I did n't sleep right field away, thinking about what I would do if I got pregnant. Tell Dad ? That could pop 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 morning Dad actually looked happy, although when I asked him about it he said he did n't really know why ; he just felt honorable that day. He went off to exploit, bewildered. I knew why : he was getting laid, even if it was happening while he slept.

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That night I wore jeans and a flannel shirt to bed. If Dad came in I 'd make certainly they stayed on. What happened the former night could never happen again !

Sure enough, I was awoken to Dad pawing at me in his sleep. He massaged my white meat through the shirt and kissed the back of my cervix, both of which felt nice, but I kept my grip on the button of my dungaree and did n't let him consume them off.

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

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Dad came to my bed again the side by side night. As before, I did n't yield him what he wanted, and told him to go back to bed. He did so.

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Next morning, Dad looked painful, like he had n't slept. We were worried. When he got home he said he had been reprimanded for not paying care, and for his poor position. Those dicks ! The man had just lost his married woman !

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

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

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

I had to act. I grabbed his typeface and institute my lips onto his, kissing passionately. I felt him immediately relax, and then start returning the kisses, his arms going around my back.

'' Robyn ? '' Stacy sounded frighten away and confused, understandably.

I broke the kiss and whispered to her, `` He 's sleepwalking and looking for Mom. I 'll consider 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 room. Once there he started to try to disrobe me again.

What could I do ? If I did n't work him happy he 's molest Stacy, and maybe even lose his job ! I helped him remove my shirt and jean, 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 cover, got in between my stage, and dropped his face into my crotch. I gasped and lay back, experiencing cunnilingus for the first time.

'' holy place shit ! I 'm going to give you just a half 60 minutes to stop that, '' I whispered to him jokingly, and then I lay my brain back, enjoying the new sensations.

Dad was as good at licking pussy as he was at kissing, although now that I think about it there is some crossover between those skills. He alternated between flicking my clitoris with his spit, dipping his digit into my pussy, and then swapping so his tongue was in my puss while his finger manipulated my love release. He made me cum on his knife within a few minutes.

'' Uh ... uh ... uh ... '' I moaned as I came down from the coming. okey, now I was going to suck him ...

... off ! Dad was between my legs in a flash, kissing me. No ... I had to stop this ...

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

I could feel his hard stopcock at the entree to my vagina. A small contribution of me wanted him to push it in.

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

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

He resumed kissing me as he thrust into me again and again. His hands moved to my breasts, kneading and lightly pinching the tit. Damn my boobs ! Why did they have to feel so good when he did that ? I passionately returned his kisses. I could feel another orgasm coming on.

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

Upon hearing this Dad made an beast sound. He grabbed my leg and bent them back. I did n't retrieve it was possible, but he managed to hook them over his shoulder joint ! I was now bended in two and, oh God, his cock actually felt even deeper than it had ever been before !

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned as he started thrusting harder, faster. I could n't affect, trapped under his physical structure as he used mine as a deputy for Mom 's. I suddenly remembered the occasional 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 precise wrong thing when trying to get him to barricade !

I was having trouble breathing in this position. Dad was nibbling my neck now, his own breathing spell ragged as he rammed his hard dick into me repeatedly. It hit the end of me again and again, knocking at the door to my womb, the pain of the assault on my cervix somehow combining with the pleasure of his incredibly hard extremity as it slid effortlessly into me, bumping my clitoris on each thrust.

I felt the energy build from deep within me, expanding outward from my deepest recesses. My breathing charge per unit increased as I gasped, my pelvic arch shaking, my eubstance laid open to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me.

'' No ... noo ... '' I moaned. This was the absolute worst time of the month for him to cum inside me, but I was pinned ! Daddy was going to cum inside me and name me pregnant ! He was going to put his baby in my belly, and there was aught I could do ...

... other than to try to wake him up ... but that could drink down him !

These perverse, preclude thoughts bounced about in my head as dad rammed his set babymaker into me again and again, the pleasure he was forcing on me messing with my idea processes. There was a constituent of me that wanted this, wanted both of us to cum, and fuck the consequences.

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

My coming set off Dad 's. He grunted, his cock expanding inside me. It was now a battering ram against my baby logic gate, and that gate would not keep back. I felt the Benjamin Rush of heat within me, as his rich, sperm-filled come inundated the abstruse part of my vagina, and it only made me cum harder.

My uterine cervix opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad 's stopcock as we came again and again. Hot, strong cum splashed against the incoming to my womb, some of the spurt shooting straight through. The excess pooled all around my cervix as it spasmed, trying to draw all of the severe sperm that it could come up 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 pussy ! My initial panic quickly subsided as I realized that I must consume passed out from my last climax, and Dad must have fallen asleep after ...

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

Dad 's tool was keeping all of his source inside my very prolific pussycat. My legs had managed to slip out from under him but the rest of me was still stuck. I swear I could experience his semen dripping through my cervix and into my womb as we lay there.

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

Dad grunted and rolled to the English, his softening penis slipping from inside me as it did so. Once again I experienced the feeling of emptiness. My body seemed to want his cock to abide inside it. 'Bad body !'I said to it.

In the bathroom I sat on the toilet for respective minutes trying to get any of Dad 's cum to drip out. Barely anything did. His swimmers 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 healthy teenage generative system, looking for the egg I knew was either already there or soon would be.

Images from a movie in health category went through my head. I envisioned some of Dad 's spermatozoan 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 load to mix with my own.

I gasped, a little orgasm 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 future morning, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my room to ask about what had happened the premature 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 good afternoon I found Dad on the couch determine TV. I curled up in his lap, something that I had n't done in years.

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

'' Just hold me, please ? '' I whimpered.

He did. Even though I was in his lap and I could find his penis under me, it did n't budge. This was a completely dissimilar man from the one who had been fucking me at night.

-- -

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

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

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

When I started to awake up Dad had already gotten his cock inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy brain was flooded with delight from the dream and a existent fuck that was already halfway through.

I was lying on my binding with my human knee up. Dad was lying on his position under my stifle, sawing his hammer into me and holding one of my thigh for leveraging. The digit of his other mitt were expertly manipulating my clit. I was already well on my way to orgasm.

It felt so good ! My nipples were very intemperate and I started to pinch them as he pleasured me with his marvelous dick. I squeezed my chest, a mixture of pleasure and pain hitting me as I realized that they were kind of sore.

Dad 's breathing charge per unit increased, as did his jab. 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 proficient, so right ! I started to roll my pelvic girdle, trying to get his peter to kowtow along my g-spot as he thrust into me. 'Yes, there !'Dad 's prick hit the right spot and I gasped, pinching my nipples harder. A dart idea crossed my thinker : 'Why are my titty sore ?'

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

'Oh yeah ... this feels so serious ...'

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

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

'We do n't want to produce a baby with Daddy !'

'I 'm probably already meaning from finale night, so what 's one more warhead ? It 's going to sense so gooooood ... .'

Dad jammed his cock into me hard, holding it as deep as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum shot deeply inside me it set off my own orgasm, silencing the part of reason. My spasming channel urged the cum from my stepfather 's prick, drawing it as thick as possible inside my welcoming reproductive system.

-- -

When I awoke in the morning Dad was gone and I realized that something had changed inside me. I felt fantastic, energized and happy. I considered this, and then my ancestry ran cold as I realized the probable cause.

I quickly jumped onto the net and searched 'what does design feel like'. trusted enough, fair sex described feeling full of energy, their boobs being sore, and a sensation like their womb were bruised.

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

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

-- -

My period did n't get in, of course, and I had cockcrow sickness for respective days. I bought a pregnancy test 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 abnegate 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 schooltime yr and graduated with B award. My stomach had n't started to evidence yet, so I looked smashing 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 shorts and tight t-shirts and there I was wearing big, baggy clothes.

Finally, I could n't blot out it any longer and Dad asked me if I was pregnant. Crying, 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 recite. ``

'' I ca n't tell you, dad, '' I replied, still sniffling, `` you 'll kill him. ``

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

-- -

At some dot 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 recognise about his night-time, um, amorousness ? I wondered if there was a level 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 significant and is measured not to be too approximative, so as to not bruise the baby.

I think Stacy might know the true statement about the sister but she has n't said anything. We do n't seem to be getting along as well as we used to, though, so I do n't sleep together what 's going to chance there.

-- -

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

'' dad ? ``

'' Yes, sweetie ? ``

'' Can we raise this infant 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 .