This is a storey of casual, unprotected sex, and is a workplace of fable. In real life, use a safety, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of less sexual diseases await the cretin who `` souse his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Stepfather noctambulation surprisal ( MF, F-solo, inc, nc, oral, impreg, reluc )

by Krosis of the Collective

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shtup me.

People 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 own sex with you when things turn to shit ?

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

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calendar month ago ...

At 18 year old you think you can charter on the world ; that you 're immortal. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain terms, tells you that you 're wrong. A broken bone, 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 dead, the victim of a brain haemorrhage. The doctor said it could have happened to anyone.

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

Dad took us back household 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 biological dad ( BioDad, as Mom used to call in him ), who took off before Stacy was born. In our minds Cal was our Dad.

It took a spell for all of us to get to slumber 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 eyes 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 eye. `` Dad ! What 're you doing in here, naked ? ! '' He did n't answer. `` Dad ? '' I turned back to him, keeping my eyes on his grimace. He just stood there.

'' DAD ! '' I yelled.

He dropped like a Isidor Feinstein Stone. As he hit the base he started screaming and screaming, his arm 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 apparent movement, no disturbance. I leaned secretive and could hear him breathing slowly. He was asleep.

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

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

'' I 'm sorry girls, '' he said, looking extremely tired. `` I used to do that when I was growing up ; have n't done it in at least 15 long time. Hopefully it wo n't come about again, but if it does delight do n't try to awaken me. My Doctor of the Church said that the daze could ... ''

We waited. Dad looked sheepish. `` I have a heart murmur. A blow like that and I could let a heart attack. Just will me to wander about ... maybe lightly target me back to bed, but no trashy randomness or jolting, sanction ? ``

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

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We stayed home from school and Dad from work for a few mean solar day. When one of us would cry the other two would grouping hug so we could plowshare military posture. Dad had n't sleepwalked since that starting time night.

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

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

I took her hand. `` gran, is it unfeigned that waking him up while he 's sleepwalking could belt down him ? ``

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

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That Nox 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 defenseless as before, moving the table and chairs 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 field, but now there was only room for 3 hot seat. Was his subconscious trying to adapt to the new household 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 span of days, and then one night I awoke to bump that I was not alone in my bed !

I turned to see him sleeping next 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 covers and I was under them, so I just let him sleep there and returned to dreamland. In the morning he was gone.

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Dad, Stacy, and I returned to puzzle out and shoal, respectively. It was hard, but the familiarity of schoolhouse made it well-heeled as the day went on.

Not so for Dad. He was already menage when we got back after schooltime. He said he broke down and cried during a meeting and had to occur home. We hugged him and had a good cry together.

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In the early sunrise I woke up with `` the itchiness ''. I decided to have a lavish and involve guardianship of it while everyone else slept. As the lovesome water cascaded down my ( if I do n't say so myself ) sexy teenaged dead body I played with my button and dipped my finger into my pussy as my other hand tweaked one of my tit. Soon I was gasping and shaking as I came. It was a easement to experience some pleasure after the horrible week I 'd had.

I dried off, tied the towel above my bosom so it hung like a shortly dress on me, and then opened the john threshold 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 helping hand going to my forget bosom while the former slipped under the towel, sliding up my thigh towards my kitty. He started to buss the rear of my neck.

'' Oh ! '' I cried out in surprise, and then I mentally cursed myself. Despite this sudden loony 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 lay off him, but not wake him up !

Except ... his script was manipulating my clit by this compass point. My towel had fallen to the flooring, and his early hand, release, was now squeezing my dummy. I was completely naked, with my likewise completely naked stepfather sexually assaulting me in his quietus !

'' 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 intemperately excrescence the bottom of one of my butt cheeks, and I jumped. That ... was that his peter ?

Dad was actually pretty goodness with his mitt. He was making my clit and boob feel really safe. That, combined with the passionate kisses on the spine of my neck opening, was starting to make the pleasurable feelings stiff than my fear.

Throw urine in his face ? Call out for Stacy ? All of those would probably ignite him up. Oh, right ...

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

In response Dad lowered his hips and I felt what was definitely his intemperately cock motion under my butt 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 sump, bending me over and giving him a better Angle. I felt the tip of his tool jog between my twat lips.

NO ! I tried to move to the incline but by this fourth dimension he had transferred his helping hand to my rose hip, shoving my pelvis forward into the front of the sump and holding me fast.

I felt his turncock commencement to push into me slowly. `` Daddeee, nooo ... '' I said, but not too loudly. My vagina was well lubricated from my rain shower masturbation ; there was no pain as he pushed to a greater extent of his putz inside me. In fact, I 'm ashamed to say it but, it actually felt good !

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

Daddy pulled his cock out a bit and alleviation 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 star that I had only felt once before with a boy that had caught me in a weak minute a yoke month back. That, however, had been with a safety, and this felt even better skin on skin !

No prophylactic ... oh God ... as Dad once again pulled back a bit and then thrust even mystifying inside me I struggled to remember my monthly Hz. Why could n't I intend straight ?

Dad thrust a few more times, getting rich and deeper inside my possibly fertile pussy each time. Finally, he was pressed against my butt boldness and his turncock was all the way inside. I felt so incredibly broad !

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

Dad started to thrust into me, slowly at first. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasurable stretching feeling of his thick dick sliding in and out while my pinhead were being groped and my nipples tweaked. My creative thinker, overwhelmed by pleasurable virtuoso, was no longer trying to work out how to lay off this. Drool slipped out of the corner of my mouth.

Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a good rhythm as my hip joint rebounded off of the sump and back into his next thrust.

I felt it coming, a waving of energy rising like a tide from deep within my sex, growing with each knife thrust. 'No ,'I said to myself, 'no, I ca n't cum on Daddy 's cock ...'

The deluge sensory faculty, combined with the opinion of the forbidden affair dada was doing to me, set me off. I grunted, pushing back at his cock as it sawed into me, his thick calamus touching me where no one else ever had. `` Aah ! '' I gasped, my pussy squeezing again and again as wave after wave of pleasance rolled over and through me.

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

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

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

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

'' Please, honey, pull out ! ``

He was ending ... so close ...

I had another musical theme : `` Let me suck you off ! ``

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

I quickly took it into my rima oris, or at least as much as I could get in my mouth, which was a little over one-half. I sucked on it, tasting salt from a drool of liquid which came out of the tip. I had never given a blowjob before, so I did n't bonk what to do besides suck.

With a frustrated sound Dad grabbed my head and started to thrust into my backtalk. I did my best not to choke as his prick hit the dorsum of my throat repeatedly. Within a few moment Dad grunted and a torrent of hot, blockheaded liquid state blasted into my oral fissure. Some of it went directly down my throat. Some spilled out from the sides of my mouth.

Another spurt, this one smaller, splashed against the roof of my oral fissure, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad 's putz slipped from my mouthpiece. The last spirt from his cock sprayed lazily on my boobs. A splash of pearly white spilled out of my back talk, down my front and onto the john roofing tile as I coughed, choking, trying to swallow the rest.

Dad left the room. Within a few minutes I could stand again, though shakily. My full torso was a sticky white pot, from my breasts down to my pubic hair.

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

When I was done I toweled off again, though this prison term 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 assault when the rapist does n't know he 's raping ? I did n't have an result for that.

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

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 morning ? ``

I jumped.

'' Oh, no-account, did n't mean to jump you, Robyn, '' he said, getting some oatmeal.

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

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

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

Dad came to the table with his prepared rolled oats. `` Do n't exaggerate it, honey. Too practically exercise 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 hugs ... trying to recall all the warm familial feelings as I sat in class.

Then, unbidden, the look of him pressing me against the privy sinkhole as he sawed his hammer into me, making me cum, washed over me. My teat instantly got knockout and I could finger my pussy start to lubricate.

I had bother concentrating on my employment. I crossed my legs, rubbing my thighs 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 link them. I hesitated, still remembering the last sentence Dad had touched me.

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

His spot was fond and supportive ; not at all sexual. If he wanted he could induce moved his bridge player lower to my bum or slipped it around my back a little further to fondle my breast and Stacy would n't hold noticed. He did neither.

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

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That Nox I awoke to a hired man on my hip, pulling my butt back into the lilliputian smooch posture. The big spoonful, of course, was Dad, his hard rooster nested between my hindquarters cheeks and his hot breath on the spinal column of my neck.

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

Dad 's hand slipped between my thighs and his fingers started to caress my pussy lips and clitoris. In my post-sleep nous 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 sunup. My pussy was already wet, and once Dad noticed that he shifted his hips down, his shaft slipping out from between my butt cheeks. I then felt the tip of it nudging between my pussy lips.

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

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned.

His peter slipped into me, the lubrication produced during my sex dream and the leverage this new position afforded him making it leisurely. I gasped as my stepdad 's midst, hard penis once again entered my inexperienced passion channel, stretching it to admit. I also again felt the first inspiration of forbid pleasure.

Dad pulled out a slight -- I knew meliorate than to recall he was pulling out this time -- and then he pushed in again, this time hard, knocking the wind out of me. His tool rushed deep inside me, almost hurting as it stretched out the deepest parts of my vagina. Then, instead of pulling back for another thrust, he started to grind.

This was new. Because the radical of his cock was right against my purulent lips, as he rotated his hips his cock angled itself deep inside of me, its school principal and hard scape caressing the rampart of my pussy. It slid along my privileged form, first to the right, then upward, to the leftfield, and then down towards my bottom, which also caused the base of his prick to practice atmospheric pressure to my clit. It felt incredible !

He did it again, swirling that surd cock and stirring up overwhelmingly pleasurable feelings thick inside me, where only he had touched.

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

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

Before that orgasm finished Dad started to thrust into me. My cum was extended by the stern jackhammer that my Dad 's putz became. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out before jamming it home. I could depose I could feel his babymaker hitting my cervix.

Babymaker ... neck ...

Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she would n't have got any more kids before she had even met Dad. I 'd never asked, but I was pretty sure that Dad was fully operable in that department, and my salubrious Pres Young physical structure 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 serious day in my cycles/second because sperm could live inside the female organic structure for several days. I could n't let him cum inside me !

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

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

I had done some Internet research on blowjobs, just in pillowcase this ever happened again. Using what I had learned, I licked the head of his tool while jacking the scape with my hand. After a bit of that I opened my rima oris wide and engulfed as much of it as I could. I experienced a reprobate feeling of superbia as I heard Dad groan in pleasure.

Research is one matter, 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 sassing down Dad 's cock very far before gagging, so one-half of his gibe was neglected.

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

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

Dad pulled my head down and started to buss me. I was so storm I did n't even recall to stop him. His tongue snaked into my mouth. Dad was a good kisser and I had never been kissed like that before. Soon I started to retort the kisses. My body felt so hot !

I felt one of Dad 's handwriting move down between my legs. I felt the promontory of his turncock once again nestled between my vaginal lips. We continued to osculate. My nipples were tingling. It felt good, so good.

Dad 's arms encircled me tightly. I felt so secure right then. He would never hurt me, I knew. He pulled downward. I felt his cock slide into me again, easily. I gasped into his rima oris. We continued kissing, more passionately this time.

I felt Dad 's hands on my coxa again, urging me to affect. I pulled up, feeling the hide of Dad 's hard cock sliding along the inner rampart of my wet pussy. Then he urged me back down and I felt that grand clash again, but with the add joy of his cock filling me up.

He urged me up and down on his cock 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 ; happy, 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 script move to my breasts. I was so closing curtain ...

Any thought of the danger from what we were doing was gone from my mind, washed away by the joy of making love to my stepfather. As one of Dad 's work force massaged one of my breast his other tweak my other nipple.

That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his pecker and groaned as electric bolts of joy shot from my titty and clit and penetrated deep inside of me, meeting where the head of Dad 's cock was. My vagina spasmed around that heavy prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it devote up its cherished cargo.

Dad grunted and I felt his turncock somehow mature cock-a-hoop. `` Oh ! '' I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading warmth rich inside me, and it heightened my own coming as my almost fertile procreative system nursed the stiff seed from my stepdad 's putz. `` Ohhh ! '' I cried, shaking as it throbbed again. Another splash of my Dad 's cum was injected where nature intended for it to go. All the while my puss rippled around my Dad 's erupting member, urging Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of that disallow babymaking heart to go profoundly inside me.

Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still palpate his cock, weakly spurting out the last 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-bodied to rise 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 somberness to avail. After a few minutes the sperm stopped coming out and I dabbed the remainder away with pot 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 uterine 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 blame him, as he had technically been asleep throughout the all encounter.

'What 's done is done ,'I thought as I climbed into bed and nestled my pass into the outlaw of Dad 's shoulder.

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

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That night I wore denim and a flannel shirt to bed. If Dad came in I 'd earn sure they stayed on. What happened the previous dark could never pass off again !

Sure enough, I was awoken to Dad pawing at me in his nap. He massaged my breasts through the shirt and kissed the back of my neck, both of which felt nice, but I kept my grip on the push 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 next night. 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 severe, like he had n't slept. We were worried. When he got abode he said he had been reprimanded for not paying attention, and for his miserable mental attitude. Those dicks ! The man had just lost his wife !

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For the 3rd night in a row I turned Dad away from my bed. I almost felt sorry for him, but what we had done could never occur again !

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

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

I had to act. I grabbed his nerve and found my back talk onto his, kissing passionately. I felt him immediately relax, and then begin returning the kiss, his arms going around my back.

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

I broke the kiss and whispered to her, `` He 's sleepwalking and looking for Mom. I 'll pack him back to his way, 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 strip 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 denim, and then we climbed onto his bed.

'Okay ,'I said to myself. 'This metre I 'm going to give him the in force blowjob he 's ever had .'

But Dad pushed me onto my back, got in between my ramification, and dropped his face into my fork. I gasped and lay back, experiencing cunnilingus for the first time.

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

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

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

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

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

I could feel his arduous dick at the entrance to my vagina. A small voice of me wanted him to push 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 saliva and the lubrication produced by my sexual climax, Dad 's stopcock slipped into me easily. Within a few push his turncock 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 boob, kneading and lightly pinching the nipples. Damn my boobs ! Why did they have to palpate 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 speech sound. He grabbed my legs and bent them back. I did n't guess it was potential, but he managed to hook them over his berm ! I was now bent in two and, oh God, his putz actually felt even deeper than it had ever been before !

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned as he started thrusting harder, faster. I could n't be active, trapped under his body as he used mine as a alternate for Mom 's. I suddenly remembered the casual comment from Dad over the long time that it was too bad he and Mom could n't have a baby due to her mathematical process. I had said the exact wrongfulness thing when trying to get him to stop !

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

I felt the energy figure from deep within me, expanding outward from my deepest time out. My breathing pace increased as I gasped, my hips shaking, my body laid assailable to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me.

'' No ... noo ... '' I moaned. This was the infrangible worst clip of the calendar month for him to cum inside me, but I was pinned ! daddy was going to cum inside me and form me fraught ! He was going to put his babe in my belly, and there was nix I could do ...

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

These perverse, out persuasion bounced about in my head as dada rammed his prim out babymaker into me again and again, the pleasure he was forcing on me messing with my thought processes. There was a part of me that wanted this, wanted both of us to cum, and fuck the consequences.

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

My orgasm set off Dad 's. He grunted, his tool expanding inside me. It was now a battering ram against my baby gate, and that gate would not entertain. I felt the charge of heating within me, as his plenteous, sperm-filled seed inundated the mysterious part of my vagina, and it only made me cum harder.

My uterine cervix opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad 's putz as we came again and again. Hot, potent cum splashed against the entrance to my uterus, some of the jet shooting straight through. The overabundance pooled all around my cervix as it spasmed, trying to draw all of the dangerous sperm that it could regain into my defenseless womb.

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I woke suddenly, not realizing where I was. someone was on top of me, their peter in my pussy ! My initial panic quickly subsided as I realized that I must have passed out from my last orgasm, and Dad must own fallen asleep after ...

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

Dad 's cock was keeping all of his seed inside my very rich pussy. My legs had managed to drop away out from under him but the rest of me was still stuck. I swear I could feel his seed dripping through my cervix 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 feel of emptiness. My trunk seemed to desire his prick to stay inside it. 'Bad body !'I said to it.

In the bathroom I sat on the toilet for various minutes trying to get any of Dad 's cum to drop out. Barely anything did. His swimmers were going for the gold, it seemed.

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

effigy from a motion picture in health 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 head word. 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 severe. I rubbed my belly lovingly. Whatever happens, happens, I told myself.

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

-- -

I slept in the next morning, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my elbow room to ask about what had happened the previous 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 put watch TV. I curled up in his lap, something that I had n't done in years.

'' Everything okay, steady ? '' he asked, putting his munition around me.

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

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

-- -

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

Unfortunately, this meant that I did n't have anything I could use to delay his progress. I had been tired all day and when I went to bed I had conked out quickly and slept soundly.

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

When I started to wake up Dad had already gotten his cock inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy mastermind was flooded with pleasure from the dreaming and a rattling fuck that was already middle through.

I was lying on my cover with my articulatio genus up. Dad was lying on his slope under my knees, sawing his cock into me and holding one of my thighs for leverage. The finger's breadth of his other script were expertly manipulating my clit. I was already well on my way to orgasm.

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

Dad 's breathing rate increased, as did his thrusting. 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 salutary, so rightfulness ! I started to roll my pelvic arch, trying to get his cock to scrape along my g-spot as he thrust into me. 'Yes, there !'Dad 's cock hit the right spot and I gasped, pinching my teat harder. A flitting cerebration crossed my mind : 'Why are my boobs sore ?'

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

'Oh yeah ... this feels so full ...'

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

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

'We do n't need to name a baby with Daddy !'

'I 'm probably already pregnant from go night, so what 's one more load ? It 's going to sense so gooooood ... .'

Dad jammed his stopcock into me hard, holding it as cryptical as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum shooter deep inside me it set off my own orgasm, silencing the representative of reason. My spasming television channel urged the seed from my stepfather 's cock, drawing it as cryptical as possible inside my welcoming reproductive system.

-- -

When I awoke in the aurora Dad was gone and I realized that something had changed inside me. I felt fantastic, excite 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 feel like'. indisputable enough, women described feeling full of get-up-and-go, their knocker being sore, and a whiz like their uterus were bruised.

Yes, it did kind of tactile property bruised in there, but given how my uterine cervix had been assaulted for the finis couple of twenty-four hour period that was understandable.

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

-- -

My period did n't make it, of course, and I had aurora sickness for several days. I bought a pregnancy examination 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 meaning. It 's not like I could get *more* pregnant. By this distributor point I was addicted to his cock too.

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

During the summertime, though, I started to fill out and it was difficult to hide because of the heat. Everyone was wearing shorts and tight tee shirt and there I was wearing big, sloppy clothes.

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

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

'' I ca n't distinguish you, pappa, '' I replied, still sniffling, `` you 'll obliterate 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 receipt : `` He 'll need your help Robyn. please do what you can for him. '' Did she bang about his night-time, um, amorousness ? I wondered if there was a narration there. Maybe I 'll ask her one day.

-- -

Now, 6 calendar month later, Dad still visits me in my bed almost every Nox but it seems he knows I 'm pregnant and is thrifty not to be too rough, so as to not anguish the baby.

I think Stacy might have a go at it the truth about the baby 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 know what 's going to happen there.

-- -

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

'' papa ? ``

'' Yes, sweetie ? ``

'' Can we upgrade 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 .