This is a story of chance, unprotected sex, and is a work of fable. In real animation, use a safety, damnit ! undesirable baby, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` plunge his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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Fuck me.

citizenry say that when aliveness is getting them down. Something bad happens : `` fucking ... me ! ``

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

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

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month ago ...

At 18 years old you think you can ask on the domain ; that you 're immortal. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain full term, tells you that you 're wrong. A wear bone, or a near-death experience in a car, or ...

... or your Mom suddenly dying. One present moment she was with us and life sentence was well, and the following she was being rushed to the hospital. Soon after she was absolutely, the victim of a head hemorrhage. The doctor said it could induce happened to anyone.

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

Dad took us back home after we left the hospital. It was just him and his two daughters 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 years later. We did n't remember our biological dad ( BioDad, as Mom used to call 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 catch some Z's that first dark. I just lay in bed, tossing and turning. Finally, it was 1 AM and I had to pee.

As I left my room I could smell out mortal 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 intermit. 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 optic. `` Dad ! What 're you doing in here, naked ? ! '' He did n't serve. `` Dad ? '' I turned back to him, keeping my eye on his aspect. He just stood there.

'' DAD ! '' I yelled.

He dropped like a Edward Durell Stone. As he hit the floor he started screaming and screaming, his limbs flailing. Stacy bolted out of her way, looking as terrified as I felt.

I was about to send for 9-1-1 when Dad stopped. Just ... stopped. No movement, no randomness. I leaned end and could see him breathing slowly. He was asleep.

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

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

'' I 'm sorry fille, '' 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 materialize again, but if it does please do n't try to wake me. My Dr. said that the shock could ... ''

We waited. Dad looked sheepish. `` I have a heart and soul murmur. A stupor like that and I could have a affectionateness onslaught. Just allow me to rove about ... maybe lightly manoeuver me back to bed, but no loudly interference 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 certainly he stayed safe.

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We stayed abode from school day and Dad from work for a few years. When one of us would cry the early two would grouping hug so we could share strength. Dad had n't sleepwalked since that first night.

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

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

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

She looked sad. `` Yes, devout. I thought he grew out of it, but the recent loss of your Mom must accept affected him deeply. '' She thought for a import. `` He 'll need your service 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 auditory sensation of the kitchen chairs being moved around. I grabbed my bathrobe and went to see what was going on.

Dad was in the kitchen again, as naked as before, moving the table and chairs into a new configuration. I realized as he pushed the end of the table against the paries that it made more place in the kitchen 's dining field, but now there was only way for 3 chairs. Was his subconscious trying to adapt to the new family 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 match of daytime, and then one night I awoke to find 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 mediate State. He was, again, naked.

He was on top of the masking 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 act upon and school, respectively. It was intemperate, but the familiarity of school made it wanton as the day went on.

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

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In the early break of day I woke up with `` the itch ''. I decided to have a shower and take guardianship of it while everyone else slept. As the ardent 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 puss as my former hand tweaked one of my nipple. Soon I was gasping and shaking as I came. It was a respite to experience some pleasure after the atrocious week I 'd had.

I dried off, tied the towel above my boobs so it hung like a curt 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 left boob while the other slipped under the towel, sliding up my thigh towards my pussy. He started to snog the rear of my neck.

'' Oh ! '' I cried out in surprisal, and then I mentally cursed myself. Despite this sudden weirdo 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 wake him up !

Except ... his paw was manipulating my button by this point. My towel had fallen to the level, and his early hand, unblock, was now squeezing my knocker. I was completely bare, 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 knockout prominence the bottom of one of my laughingstock cheeks, and I jumped. That ... was that his stopcock ?

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

Throw water in his face ? Call out for Stacy ? All of those would probably awaken him up. Oh, ripe ...

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

In response Dad lowered his pelvic arch and I felt what was definitely his hard shaft move under my tush and forward, the tip just about reaching its aim. 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 undecomposed angle. I felt the tip of his cock nudge between my kitty-cat lips.

NO ! I tried to move to the position but by this time he had transferred his hands to my pelvic arch, shoving my hip forward into the front of the sink and holding me fast.

I felt his peter startle to push into me slowly. `` Daddeee, nooo ... '' I said, but not too loudly. My vagina was well lubricated from my shower bath 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 cover of my mind cried, 'this is bad !'

Daddy pulled his cock 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 distribution channel. I gasped at the ace that I had only felt once before with a boy that had caught me in a light moment a couple up months back. That, however, had been with a safety, and this felt even better skin on skin !

No condom ... 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 clock time, getting deeper and deeper inside my possibly fertile pussy each prison term. Finally, he was pressed against my butt boldness and his shaft was all the way inside. I felt so incredibly full !

He moved his hired hand from my rose hip up to my breasts, squeezing and pinching. I really like playing with them when I masturbate ... this additional pleasure did n't help the situation.

Dad started to stuff into me, slowly at first. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasurable stretching tactual sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out while my booby were being groped and my nipples tweaked. My mind, overwhelmed by gratifying sensations, was no longer trying to work out how to stop over this. Drool slipped out of the niche of my mouth.

Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a well rhythm as my hips rebounded off of the sink and back into his adjacent thrust.

I felt it coming, a wafture of vigor 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 pappa 's cock ...'

The overwhelming champion, combined with the idea of the forbidden thing papa was doing to me, set me off. I grunted, pushing back at his cock as it sawed into me, his thick shaft touching me where no one else ever had. `` Aah ! '' I gasped, my kitty-cat squeezing again and again as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over and through me.

Finally, shaking, my coming subsided. Miraculously, Dad had n't cum inside me while my kitty was massaging his cock, but his thrusts were getting faster, almost febrile in their intensity.

I could guess in force now. I could n't tell him he was fucking his own girl, but ...

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

Dad was really ramming it into me by this detail. It was starting to feel practiced again.

'' Please, honey, overstretch out ! ``

He was close ... so close ...

I had another estimate : `` Let me suckle you off ! ``

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

I quickly took it into my mouth, or at least as a lot as I could get in my oral cavity, which was a little over half. I sucked on it, tasting salinity from a drivel of liquid which came out of the tip. I had never given a blowjob before, so I did n't recognise what to do besides suck.

With a foiled sound Dad grabbed my top dog and started to force into my sassing. I did my best not to asphyxiate as his cock hit the back of my throat repeatedly. Within a few seconds Dad grunted and a downpour of hot, thick liquidity blasted into my backtalk. Some of it went directly down my pharynx. Some spilled out from the side of meat of my mouth.

Another spurt, this one low, splashed against the roof of my mouth, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad 's peter slipped from my rima oris. The hold out spurt from his peter sprayed lazily on my dumbbell. A splatter of pearly E. B. White spilled out of my mouth, down my front and onto the bathroom tile as I coughed, choking, trying to live with the rest.

Dad left the room. Within a few minute I could put up again, though shakily. My entire torso was a glutinous white-hot lot, from my chest 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 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 sleep together he 's raping ? I did n't have an answer for that.

What I did sleep together was that Dad 's intimate prowess had brought me to a smashing sexual climax. What did that mean ? I had never thought about Dad in a intimate mode before, but his saturation, the verboten look of what we had been doing, and that big cock ...

I did n't stimulate 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, dark, did n't think of to galvanise you, Robyn, '' he said, getting some oatmeal.

I watched him as he got his breakfast set up, searching for any star 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 peter had really stretched me.

Dad came to the table with his gear up oatmeal. `` Do n't exaggerate it, honey. Too very much 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 hug ... trying to recollect all the strong genetic feelings as I sat in class.

Then, unbidden, the feeling of him pressing me against the can sink as he sawed his cock into me, making me cum, washed over me. My nipples instantly got gruelling and I could sense my purulent start to lubricate.

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

Seeing the confusion on their faces, I took a breathing spell and sat on the other face 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 hold moved his helping hand lower to my bum or slipped it around my back a little further to caress my knocker and Stacy would n't give birth noticed. He did neither.

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

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That dark I awoke to a hand on my hip, pulling my buns back into the slight spoonful office. The big spoonful, of line, was Dad, his firmly cock nested between my tooshie cheeks and his hot breathing spell on the backbone of my neck.

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

Dad 's hand slipped between my thighs and his fingerbreadth started to caress my slit lips and clit. In my post-sleep mental capacity 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 break of the day. My pussy was already wet, and once Dad noticed that he shifted his hips down, his rooster slipping out from between my rear end impertinence. I then felt the tip of it nudging between my pussycat lips.

I tried to move my body away but his script had returned to my hip, holding me in post. I struggled to squirm, to relinquish myself. Dad grabbed my hip tightly and used it to leverage himself up onto his knees, trapping my lower leg under him. He grabbed my upper leg and pushed the knee joint high up. He then returned his pecker point to between my vaginal back talk, pushing insistently.

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned.

His stopcock slipped into me, the lubrication produced during my sex aspiration and the leverage this new locating afforded him making it easy. I gasped as my stepdad 's thick, strong penis once again entered my inexperienced honey channel, stretching it to accommodate. I also again felt the maiden stirrings of forbidden pleasure.

Dad pulled out a little -- I knew better than to think he was pulling out this time -- and then he pushed in again, this fourth dimension strong, knocking the wind out of me. His shaft rushed deep 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 infrastructure of his cock was right against my pussy sassing, as he rotated his hips his shaft angled itself deep inside of me, its head and laborious shaft caressing the walls of my slit. It slid along my privileged figure, first to the right, then upward, to the left field, and then down towards my goat, which also caused the basis of his prick to hold insistence to my clit. It felt unbelievable !

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

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

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

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

Babymaker ... cervix ...

Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she would n't have any more kids before she had even met Dad. I 'd never asked, but I was pretty sure that Dad was fully functional in that department, and my healthy young trunk definitely was ! After what happened that daybreak I had calculated out that today, while not the most fertile time of the month for me, was still a unsafe day in my bike because sperm could live inside the female body for several days. I could n't let him cum inside me !

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

It worked again ! Dad pulled out of me, leaving my vagina tactile sensation suddenly, almost disappointingly, empty, and flopped onto his plump for next to me. I quickly rolled over, between his pegleg, and grabbed his cock.

I had done some Internet research on blowjob, just in case this ever happened again. Using what I had learned, I licked the head of his prick while jacking the pecker with my hand. After a bit of that I opened my mouth wide and engulfed as a great deal of it as I could. I experienced a perverse touch of superbia as I heard Dad moan in pleasure.

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

After a few minutes Dad made a foiled audio and sat up. He hooked his arms under my armpit and pulled me forward, onto his lap. I could feel the hot, severe shaft of his shaft under my pussy.

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

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

I felt one of Dad 's script move down between my leg. I felt the head of his cock once again nestled between my vaginal sassing. We continued to kiss. My teat were tingling. It felt good, so good.

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

I felt Dad 's hands on my hips again, urging me to move. I pulled up, feeling the skin of Dad 's severely cock sliding along the inside paries of my wet kitty. Then he urged me back down and I felt that wonderful detrition again, but with the added pleasure of his cock filling me up.

He urged me up and down on his cock a duet more clock time 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 custody move to my tit. I was so nigh ...

Any thought 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 paw massaged one of my breasts his other pick off my former nipple.

That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his tool and groaned as electric dash of pleasance blastoff from my breasts and clit and penetrated deep interior of me, meeting where the headway of Dad 's cock was. My vagina spasmed around that hard prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it pass on up its precious cargo.

Dad grunted and I felt his tool somehow originate boastful. `` Oh ! '' I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading heat deep inside me, and it heightened my own orgasm as my almost rich reproductive system nursed the stiff seed from my stepdad 's cock. `` Ohhh ! '' I cried, shaking as it throbbed again. Another spatter of my Dad 's seminal fluid was injected where nature intended for it to go. All the while my pussycat rippled around my Dad 's erupting member, urging more and more than of that forbidden babymaking substance to go deeper inside me.

Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still feel his putz, weakly spurting out the net 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 hour I was able to climb off of Dad. A splash of semen came out of me as his dick 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 toilet, using solemnity to help. After a few bit the sperm stopped coming out and I dabbed the rest away with toilet paper.

trench 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 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 top dog into the crook of Dad 's shoulder.

I did n't slumber right on away, thinking about what I would do if I got pregnant. state 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 good that day. He went off to work, 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 white shirt to bed. If Dad came in I 'd induce certain they stayed on. What happened the previous Nox could never happen again !

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

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

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

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Next morning, Dad looked wicked, like he had n't slept. We were worried. When he got home base he said he had been reprimanded for not paying attention, and for his poor attitude. Those shaft ! The man had just lost his wife !

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For the thirdly night in a row I turned Dad away from my bed. I almost felt distressing 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 light I could see Dad was on top of her, though it seemed that he had n't been capable to do anything sexual yet.

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

I had to act. I grabbed his face and implanted my rim onto his, kissing passionately. I felt him immediately relax, and then begin returning the buss, his arms going around my back.

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

I broke the kiss and whispered to her, `` He 's sleepwalking and looking for Mom. I 'll take him back to his room, okay ? '' I turned back to Dad. `` seed 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 induce him felicitous he 's molest Stacy, and maybe even lose his job ! I helped him remove my shirt and dungaree, 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 back, got in between my stage, and dropped his aspect into my crotch. I gasped and lay back, experiencing cunnilinctus 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 brain back, enjoying the new sensations.

Dad was as full at licking pussy as he was at kissing, although now that I think about it there is some crossing between those attainment. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, dipping his fingers into my pussycat, and then swapping so his clapper was in my puss while his finger manipulated my lovemaking clitoris. He made me cum on his knife 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 stage in a flashing, kissing me. No ... I had to stop this ...

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

I could experience his hard stopcock at the entranceway to my vagina. A small section of me wanted him to fight 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 coming, Dad 's putz slipped into me easily. Within a few thrusts his cock was buried all the way inside me again.

He resumed kissing me as he thrust into me again and again. His hand moved to my breasts, kneading and lightly pinching the tit. red cent my titty ! Why did they have to sense 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 brute sound. He grabbed my legs and bent them back. I did n't think it was possible, but he managed to hook them over his shoulders ! I was now twist in two and, oh God, his turncock actually felt even deeper than it had ever been before !

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned as he started thrusting harder, faster. I could n't move, trapped under his body 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 sustain a baby due to her mental process. I had said the exact legal injury affair when trying to get him to lay off !

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

I felt the Energy build from deep within me, expanding outward from my deepest recession. My breathing 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 absolute spoiled time of the month for him to cum inside me, but I was pinned ! Daddy was going to cum inside me and pass water me pregnant ! He was going to put his child in my belly, and there was goose egg I could do ...

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

These perverse, preclude thinking bounced about in my header as daddy rammed his primed babymaker into me again and again, the pleasure he was forcing on me messing with my thought processes. There was a function of me that wanted this, wanted both of us to cum, and fuck the consequences.

That part won out. The buildup of DOE within me culminated in a supernova of joy. 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 productive body.

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

My neck opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad 's dick as we came again and again. Hot, potent cum splashed against the entryway to my uterus, some of the jet shooting straight through. The excess pooled all around my cervix uteri as it spasmed, trying to pull all of the severe sperm that it could recover into my defenseless womb.

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

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

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

'' Dad -- er, Cam, love, '' 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 want his cock to continue inside it. 'Bad body !'I said to it.

In the lav I sat on the bathroom for respective mo trying to get any of Dad 's cum to drip out. Barely anything did. His bather were going for the atomic number 79, it seemed.

I was going to get pregnant ! A LOT of Dad 's spermatozoon were right now abstruse inside my healthy teenaged procreative system, looking for the egg I knew was either already there or soon would be.

image from a movie in health class went through my top dog. 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 mind. 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 teat were hard. I rubbed my belly lovingly. Whatever happens, happens, I told myself.

I grabbed my wearing apparel and then went back to my own bed.

-- -

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

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

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

He did. Even though I was in his lap and I could feel his penis under me, it did n't stir. This was a completely dissimilar 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 altogether sleepwalking thing. I did n't desire Dad to try going after Stacy again.

Unfortunately, this meant that I did n't have anything I could use to stay his advances. 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 seed and not caring that I was unprotected and fertile.

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

I was lying on my cover with my knees up. Dad was lying on his side under my articulatio genus, sawing his cock into me and holding one of my thighs for leverage. The fingers of his early mitt were expertly manipulating my button. I was already well on my way to orgasm.

It felt so good ! My teat were very tough and I started to pinch them as he pleasured me with his wonderful dick. I squeezed my boob, a mixed bag of pleasure and nuisance 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 reasonableness that we should n't be doing this ?'

But it felt so right, so right hand ! I started to roll my hips, trying to get his peter to scrape along my g-spot as he thrust into me. 'Yes, there !'Dad 's cock hit the right slur and I gasped, pinching my nipples harder. A flutter persuasion crossed my mind : 'Why are my boob sore ?'

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

'Oh yeah ... this feel so right ...'

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

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

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

'I 'm probably already pregnant from in conclusion Night, so what 's one Thomas More load ? It 's going to feel so gooooood ... .'

Dad jammed his prick into me severely, holding it as deep as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum barb deep inside me it set off my own sexual climax, silencing the vox of reason. My spasming channel urged the semen from my stepfather 's rooster, drawing it as deep as possible inside my welcoming reproductive system.

-- -

When I awoke in the dayspring Dad was gone and I realized that something had changed inside me. I felt fantastic, energise and felicitous. 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 experience like'. indisputable enough, women described feeling full-of-the-moon of energy, their boobs being sore, and a sense datum like their uteruses were bruised.

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

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

-- -

My geological period did n't arrive, of course, and I had morning sickness for several solar day. I bought a maternity 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 dark. I did n't deny him, since I was already fraught. It 's not like I could get *more* pregnant. By this point I was addicted to his cock too.

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

During the summer, though, I started to fill out and it was difficult to hide because of the warmth. Everyone was wearing short pants and compressed t-shirts and there I was wearing big, baggy clothes.

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

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

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

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

-- -

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

-- -

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

I think Stacy might know 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.

'' 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 forefather ? '' 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 .