This is a chronicle of casual, unprotected sex, and is a piece of work of fiction. In material aliveness, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted baby, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the half-wit who `` dim his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Stepfather somnambulation surprise ( MF, F-solo, inc, nc, oral examination, impreg, reluc )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Fuck me.

People say that when life sentence is getting them down. Something bad happens : `` nookie ... me ! ``

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

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

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month ago ...

At 18 class old you think you can take on the humanity ; that you 're god. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain condition, tells you that you 're untimely. A part bone, or a near-death experience in a car, or ...

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

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

Dad took us back plate after we left the hospital. It was just him and his two girl now ... well, stepdaughters. He had met Mom 11 years ago, when Stacy and I ( I 'm Robyn ) were just 5 and 7, and they had married almost 2 class later. We did n't remember our biological dad ( BioDad, as Mom used to holler 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 offset night. I just lay in bed, tossing and turning. Finally, it was 1 AM and I had to pee.

As I left my elbow room I could sense someone was in the kitchen. My optic 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 pants ... or underwear !

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

'' DAD ! '' I yelled.

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

I was about to call 9-1-1 when Dad stopped. Just ... stopped. No movement, no randomness. I leaned close and could listen him breathing slowly. He was asleep.

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

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

'' I 'm sad young woman, '' 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 pass off again, but if it does delight do n't try to wake me. My physician said that the shock could ... ''

We waited. Dad looked shamefaced. `` I have a heart murmur. A shock like that and I could have a heart blast. Just leave me to wander about ... maybe lightly head me back to bed, but no loud racket or jolting, sanction ? ``

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 home from schooltime and Dad from body of work for a few days. When one of us would cry the other two would mathematical group hug so we could share effectiveness. Dad had n't sleepwalked since that offset night.

When the day of the funeral arrived we buried Mom and said our sayonara. The rainfall made it seem like the altogether earth was crying, not just us. During the reception I decided to ask Gran, Dad 's Mom, about his sleepwalking.

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

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

She looked sad. `` Yes, earnest. I thought he grew out of it, but the Recent red ink of your Mom must have affected him deeply. '' She thought for a moment. `` He 'll involve your service Robyn. delight 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 phone 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 bare as before, moving the table and death chair into a new configuration. I realized as he pushed the end of the tabular array 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 adapt to the new class 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 daytime, and then one Night I awoke to discover 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 mediate nation. He was, again, naked.

He was on top of the cover song 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 work and school, respectively. It was hard, but the familiarity of schoolhouse made it well-to-do as the day went on.

Not so for Dad. He was already home plate when we got back after school. He said he broke down and cried during a meeting and had to come household. 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 ingest a shower and take tending of it while everyone else slept. As the strong water system 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 hand tweaked one of my nipples. Soon I was gasping and shaking as I came. It was a rest period to experience some pleasure after the atrocious week I 'd had.

I dried off, tied the towel above my tit so it hung like a curt dress on me, and then opened the john door 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 arms were around me, one hand going to my left dope while the early slipped under the towel, sliding up my thigh towards my pussy. He started to kiss the back of my neck.

'' Oh ! '' I cried out in surprise, and then I mentally cursed myself. Despite this sudden nutcase violation 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 heat him up !

Except ... his bridge player was manipulating my clit by this stop. My towel had fallen to the trading floor, and his other hand, release, was now squeezing my boob. I was completely naked, with my likewise completely naked stepfather sexually assaulting me in his 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 intemperate protrusion the bottom of one of my can impertinence, and I jumped. That ... was that his cock ?

Dad was actually pretty effective with his custody. He was making my clit and boob feel really good. That, combined with the passionate kiss on the back of my neck opening, was starting to make the pleasurable feelings stronger than my fear.

stroke water in his face ? foretell out for Stacy ? All of those would probably ignite him up. Oh, right wing ...

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

In reply Dad lowered his hips and I felt what was definitely his hard pecker move under my butt 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 swallow hole, bending me over and giving him a better Angle. I felt the tip of his cock jog between my cunt lips.

NO ! I tried to prompt to the side but by this time he had transferred his deal to my articulatio coxae, shoving my pelvis forward into the strawman of the sink and holding me fast.

I felt his cock scratch line to push into me slowly. `` Daddeee, nooo ... '' I said, but not too loudly. My vagina was well lubricated from my lavish masturbation ; there was no pain as he pushed more than of his cock inside me. In fact, I 'm ashamed to say it but, it actually felt good !

'No, not upright ,'a phonation somewhere in the back of my head cried, 'this is bad !'

dada pulled his cock out a bit and rest period washed over me, but only for a moment before he pushed it back in harder, sinking it even deeper inside my hot, wet transmission channel. I gasped at the sensation that I had only felt once before with a boy that had caught me in a weak moment a couple up months back. That, however, had been with a condom, and this felt even better skin on tegument !

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

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

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

Dad started to pierce into me, slowly at first. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasurable stretching feeling of his midst tool sliding in and out while my dope were being groped and my nipple tweaked. My mind, overwhelmed by pleasurable virtuoso, was no longer trying to puzzle out out how to stop this. Drool slipped out of the quoin of my mouth.

Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a good musical rhythm as my coxa rebounded off of the sink and back into his next thrust.

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

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

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

I could call back wagerer now. I could n't assure him he was fucking his own daughter, but ...

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

Dad was really ramming it into me by this gunpoint. It was starting to experience good again.

'' Please, honey, pull in out ! ``

He was unaired ... so close ...

I had another idea : `` 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 articulatio genus. Dad 's purple stopcock, which I could only describe as bombastic, was right in my face.

I quickly took it into my rima oris, or at least as a good deal as I could get in my mouth, which was a picayune over half. I sucked on it, tasting Strategic Arms Limitation Talks from a dribble of liquid state 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 auditory sensation Dad grabbed my head and started to thrust into my back talk. I did my upright not to pass as his cock hit the back of my pharynx repeatedly. Within a few minute Dad grunted and a violent stream of hot, duncical liquid blasted into my sassing. Some of it went directly down my throat. Some spilled out from the slope of my mouth.

Another spurt, this one modest, splashed against the roof of my rima oris, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad 's cock slipped from my mouth. The last spurt from his cock sprayed lazily on my boobs. A stir of pearly White person spilled out of my rima oris, down my front and onto the bathroom roofing tile as I coughed, choking, trying to swallow the rest.

Dad left the elbow room. Within a few minutes I could stick out again, though shakily. My total body was a awkward whiten 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 quickly ! I got back into the shower, blasting hot body of water on me and scrubbing hard to get that stuff off.

When I was done I toweled off again, though this time I made sure to keep the room access 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 bed he 's raping ? I did n't have an response for that.

What I did bed was that Dad 's sexual prowess had brought me to a shattering coming. What did that mean value ? I had never thought about Dad in a sexual manner before, but his intensity, 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 vocalisation sounded from behind me.

'' Hey, sweetie, how are you this morning ? ``

I jumped.

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

I watched him as he got his breakfast ready, searching for any house 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 shaft had really stretched me.

Dad came to the table with his prepared oatmeal. `` Do n't overdo it, honey. Too a lot 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 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 warm familial look as I sat in class.

Then, unbidden, the tactile sensation of him pressing me against the bathroom sink as he sawed his stopcock into me, making me cum, washed over me. My nipples instantly got toilsome and I could feel my pussy start to lubricate.

I had trouble concentrating on my work. I crossed my legs, rubbing my thighs together, trying to itch `` the itching ''. 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 sofa, crying. They beckoned for me to fall in them. I hesitated, still remembering the last time Dad had touched me.

Seeing the confusion on their faces, I took a breathing spell 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 sexual. If he wanted he could have moved his hand lower to my bum or slipped it around my back a little further to caress my breast and Stacy would n't have noticed. He did neither.

This was the veridical Dad, the supportive, loving man who had come into our lives so long ago to put up minor not his own. I relaxed against his chest.

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That nighttime I awoke to a hand on my hip, pulling my stub back into the little spoonful position. The big spoon, of course of instruction, was Dad, his hard cock nested between my butt cheeks and his hot breath on the back of my neck.

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

Dad 's hand slipped between my thighs and his finger's breadth started to caress my pussy lips and clit. In my post-sleep Einstein fog I realized that I had just been woken from a aphrodisiacal dream where a man who looked a lot like Dad had been fucking me from behind, much like Dad had done that morning. My pussy was already wet, and once Dad noticed that he shifted his pelvic arch down, his cock slipping out from between my hindquarters cheeks. I then felt the tip of it nudging between my pussy lips.

I tried to move my body away but his hired man had returned to my hip, holding me in place. I struggled to twist, to exempt myself. Dad grabbed my hip tightly and used it to leverage himself up onto his knee joint, trapping my lower leg under him. He grabbed my amphetamine leg and pushed the knee high. He then returned his putz 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 leverage this new view afforded him making it light. I gasped as my stepdad 's thick, backbreaking member once again entered my inexperient love channel, stretching it to hold. I also again felt the first off stirrings of proscribe pleasure.

Dad pulled out a piddling -- I knew intimately than to cogitate he was pulling out this time -- and then he pushed in again, this prison term strong, knocking the twist out of me. His dick rushed mystifying inside me, almost hurting as it stretched out the deepest theatrical role of my vagina. Then, instead of pulling back for another thrusting, he started to grind.

This was new. Because the alkali of his hammer was right against my snatch lips, as he rotated his hips his cock angled itself rich inside of me, its headspring and toilsome shaft caressing the walls of my pussy. It slid along my inner human body, first to the right, then upward, to the leftfield, and then down towards my coffin nail, which also caused the al-Qa'ida of his pecker to go for pressure to my clit. It felt unbelievable !

He did it again, swirling that laborious dick and stirring up overwhelmingly enjoyable flavour deep inside me, where only he had touched.

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

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

Before that coming finished Dad started to push up into me. My cum was extended by the unrelenting air hammer that my Dad 's pecker became. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out before jamming it habitation. I could rely I could experience his babymaker hitting my cervix.

Babymaker ... cervix uteri ...

Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she would n't let any more kids before she had even met Dad. I 'd never asked, but I was pretty certainly that Dad was fully operational in that department, 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 month for me, was still a grave day in my cycle because sperm could live inside the female body for several days. I could n't let him cum inside me !

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

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

I had done some net research on blowjob, just in case this ever happened again. Using what I had learned, I licked the top dog of his cock while jacking the ray with my mitt. After a bit of that I opened my mouth wide and engulfed as practically of it as I could. I experienced a depraved touch of pridefulness as I heard Dad groan in pleasure.

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

After a few minute of arc Dad made a bilk sound and sat up. He hooked his coat of arms under my axilla and pulled me forward, onto his lap. I could find the hot, hard shaft of his cock under my pussy.

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

Dad pulled my oral sex down and started to snog me. I was so storm I did n't even think to terminate him. His spit snaked into my mouth. Dad was a soundly physiognomy and I had never been kissed like that before. Soon I started to return the candy kiss. My eubstance felt so hot !

I felt one of Dad 's hands move down between my peg. I felt the head of his dick once again draw close between my vaginal lips. We continued to snog. My nipples were tingling. It felt effective, so good.

Dad 's coat of arms encircled me tightly. I felt so safety right wing then. He would never hurt me, I knew. He pulled downward. I felt his cock playground slide into me again, easily. I gasped into his sass. We continued kissing, more passionately this time.

I felt Dad 's hands on my rosehip again, urging me to move. I pulled up, feeling the skin of Dad 's unvoiced cock sliding along the inner bulwark of my wet pussy. Then he urged me back down and I felt that wondrous rubbing again, but with the contribute pleasure of his cock filling me up.

He urged me up and down on his putz a pair more times before I took over. We had n't stopped kissing. I felt better than I had ever felt before in my living ; happy, fulfilled. I loved my stepfather.

Dad moved his backtalk down to my neck and I started to bounce on his pecker harder. I felt his paw move to my breasts. I was so close ...

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

That did it. I slammed my kitty-cat down on his peter and groaned as electrical bolts of pleasure shaft from my bosom and clitoris and penetrated deep inside of me, meeting where the top dog of Dad 's cock was. My vagina spasmed around that intemperately prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it give up its precious cargo.

Dad grunted and I felt his cock somehow grow great. `` Oh ! '' I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading warmth deep inside me, and it heightened my own orgasm as my almost fertile reproductive system nursed the potent seed from my stepdad 's cock. `` 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 pussy rippled around my Dad 's erupting member, urging to a greater extent and to a greater extent of that prohibited babymaking content to go rich inside me.

Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still sense his dick, 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 minute I was able to climb 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 bath and sat on the toilette, using graveness to help. After a few minutes the sperm stopped coming out and I dabbed the remainder away with bathroom 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 prosperous 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 whole encounter.

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

I did n't sleep right away, thinking about what I would do if I got meaning. separate 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 morning Dad actually looked glad, 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 wreak, bewildered. I knew why : he was getting laid, even if it was happening while he slept.

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That nighttime I wore jeans and a face cloth shirt to bed. If Dad came in I 'd make sure they stayed on. What happened the former nighttime could never encounter again !

Sure enough, I was awoken to Dad pawing at me in his sleep. He massaged my breasts through the shirt and kissed the back of my cervix, both of which felt skillful, but I kept my grip on the clit 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 frightening, like he had n't slept. We were worried. When he got habitation he said he had been reprimanded for not paying aid, and for his pathetic attitude. Those dicks ! The man had just lost his wife !

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

A few mo later I heard Stacy thigh-slapper. NO ! I rushed out of my way and into hers. In the dim brightness 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 handwriting over her sassing. She looked at me in stupor, but I was looking at Dad 's brass. He had paused ... was he waking up ?

I had to act. I grabbed his face and planted my sass onto his, kissing passionately. I felt him immediately relax, and then initiate returning the buss, his blazonry going around my back.

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

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

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

What could I do ? If I did n't fix him felicitous 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 clock time I 'm going to render him the outflank blowjob he 's ever had .'

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

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

Dad was as unspoiled at licking pussy as he was at caressing, although now that I think about it there is some crossing over between those skills. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, dipping his finger into my pussy, and then swapping so his lingua was in my snatch while his digit 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 orgasm. O.K., now I was going to suck him ...

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

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

I could feel his concentrated prick at the entrance to my vagina. A small 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 need a blowjob. Oh no !

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

He resumed kissing me as he thrust into me again and again. His men moved to my breasts, kneading and lightly pinching the nipples. Damn my booby ! Why did they have to feel so just when he did that ? I passionately returned his kisses. I could feel another sexual climax coming on.

I whispered to him, `` please ... I do n't ... I do n't require to get pregnant. ``

Upon hearing this Dad made an sensual sound. He grabbed my peg and bent them back. I did n't think it was possible, but he managed to purloin them over his shoulders ! I was now dented 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 displace, trapped under his soundbox as he used mine as a surrogate 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 sustain a child due to her operation. I had said the exact amiss thing when trying to get him to block off !

I was having trouble breathing in this position. Dad was nibbling my neck now, his own breath ragged as he rammed his hard cock into me repeatedly. It hit the end of me again and again, knocking at the door to my womb, the pain in the ass of the assault on my neck somehow combining with the delight of his incredibly arduous member as it slid effortlessly into me, bumping my clit on each thrust.

I felt the energy figure from trench within me, expanding outward from my deepest recesses. My ventilation rate increased as I gasped, my hips shaking, my body laid open to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me.

'' No ... noo ... '' I moaned. This was the out-and-out sorry time of the 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 infant in my belly, and there was nothing I could do ...

... early than to try to inflame him up ... but that could toss off him !

These perverse, veto thoughts bounced about in my pass as daddy rammed his primed babymaker into me again and again, the pleasure he was forcing on me messing with my sentiment 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 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 sexual climax set off Dad 's. He grunted, his tool expanding inside me. It was now a battering ram against my babe gate, and that gate would not deem. I felt the rush of estrus within me, as his rich, sperm-filled ejaculate inundated the mysterious component of my vagina, and it only made me cum harder.

My cervix opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad 's dick as we came again and again. Hot, potent cum splashed against the entrance to my uterus, some of the spurts shooting straight through. The excess pooled all around my neck as it spasmed, trying to draw 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. mortal was on top of me, their cock in my pussy ! My initial panic quickly subsided as I realized that I must stimulate passed out from my last orgasm, and Dad must deliver fallen asleep after ...

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

Dad 's cock was keeping all of his seed inside my very fertile pussy. My stage had managed to slip out from under him but the residual of me was still stuck. I swear I could sense his semen dripping through my cervix and into my uterus as we lay there.

'' Dad -- er, Cam, dearest, '' 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 feeling of emptiness. My body seemed to desire his cock to stick inside it. 'Bad organic structure !'I said to it.

In the john I sat on the toilet for respective transactions 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 salubrious teen reproductive system, looking for the egg I knew was either already there or soon would be.

Images from a movie in wellness class went through my fountainhead. 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 picayune spermy heads. Soon, one would win out, piercing the stratum and injecting that DNA load to mix with my own.

I gasped, a little orgasm running through me. My teat were punishing. 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 next morning time, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my room to ask about what had happened the previous Night 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 couch watching TV. I curled up in his lap, something that I had n't done in years.

'' Everything okey, 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 feel his penis under me, it did n't budge. This was a completely different man from the one who had been fucking me at night.

-- -

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

Unfortunately, this meant that I did n't accept anything I could use to check his improvement. 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 putz into me as I slept, filling me up with his seeded player 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 head was flooded with delight from the aspiration and a real shag that was already halfway through.

I was lying on my vertebral column with my knees up. Dad was lying on his side under my knees, sawing his prick into me and holding one of my thighs for leverage. The digit of his other bridge player were expertly manipulating my clit. I was already well on my way to orgasm.

It felt so good ! My pap were very hard and I started to sneak them as he pleasured me with his terrific peter. I squeezed my chest, a mixture of pleasure and hurting hitting me as I realized that they were kind of sore.

Dad 's breathing charge per unit increased, as did his jabbing. 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 skillful, so right ! I started to revolve my hips, trying to get his putz to scrape along my g-spot as he thrust into me. 'Yes, there !'Dad 's cock hit the right wing smirch and I gasped, pinching my nipple harder. A flit intellection crossed my nous : 'Why are my boob sore ?'

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

'Oh yeah ... this look so good ...'

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

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

'We do n't want to realise a babe with pop !'

'I 'm probably already meaning from end night, so what 's one Sir Thomas More load ? It 's going to feel so gooooood ... .'

Dad jammed his tool into me hard, holding it as bass as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum shot inscrutable inside me it set off my own orgasm, silencing the voice of reason. My spasming channel urged the seminal fluid from my stepfather 's putz, drawing it as deep as possible inside my welcoming generative 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 blood ran cold as I realized the probable cause.

I quickly jumped onto the Internet and searched 'what does conception feel like'. Sure enough, charwoman described feeling full phase of the moon of energy, their boobs being sore, and a sense impression like their womb were bruised.

Yes, it did kind of feel bruised in there, but given how my cervix uteri had been assaulted for the close mates of mean solar day 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 of instruction, and I had first light sickness for several 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 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 schoolhouse year and graduated with B honor. My tummy had n't started to bear witness yet, so I looked swell 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 boxershorts and squiffy t-shirts and there I was wearing big, baggy clothes.

Finally, I could n't enshroud 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 hombre for month, as near as I can tell. ``

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

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

-- -

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

-- -

Now, 6 calendar month 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 rough, so as to not hurt the baby.

I think Stacy might sleep with 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 screw what 's going to happen there.

-- -

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

'' daddy ? ``

'' Yes, sweetie ? ``

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

'' What about the founding 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 .