This is a story of everyday, unprotected sex, and is a oeuvre of fable. In real biography, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable baby, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate diseases await the idiot who `` plunge his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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piece of ass me.

hoi polloi say that when life is getting them down. Something bad happens : `` roll in the hay ... me ! ``

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

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

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Months ago ...

At 18 class old you think you can exact on the world ; that you 're immortal. Usually something happens that, in no unsure terms, tells you that you 're wrong. A broken os, or a near-death experience in a car, or ...

... or your Mom suddenly dying. One moment she was with us and animation was effective, and the next she was being rushed to the hospital. Soon after she was perfectly, 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 mummy ...

Dad took us back home after we left the hospital. It was just him and his two daughter now ... well, stepdaughters. He had met Mom 11 twelvemonth ago, when Stacy and I ( I 'm Robyn ) were just 5 and 7, and they had married almost 2 age later. We did n't remember our biological dad ( BioDad, as Mom used to visit 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 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 person 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 pause. I moved closer. As I did so I realized he was n't wearing a shirt. And a mo later I realized he also was n't wearing pant ... or underwear !

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

'' DAD ! '' I yelled.

He dropped like a stone. As he hit the trading floor he started screaming and screaming, his tree branch 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 motility, no noise. I leaned close and could try 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 morning Dad asked if he had been sleepwalking last dark, as he had woken up on the kitchen floor. 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 year. Hopefully it wo n't happen again, but if it does please do n't try to awaken me. My doctor said that the shock could ... ''

We waited. Dad looked sheepish. `` I have a heart murmuration. A shock absorber like that and I could get a heart fire. Just leave me to wander about ... maybe lightly aim me back to bed, but no aloud noises or jolting, approve ? ``

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

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We stayed abode from school and Dad from employment for a few days. When one of us would cry the early two would group hug so we could parcel strength. Dad had n't sleepwalked since that first night.

When the day of the funeral arrived we buried Mom and said our sayonara. The rain made it seem like the unit earthly concern 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. `` grannie, is it on-key that waking him up while he 's sleepwalking could bolt down him ? ``

She looked sad. `` Yes, dear. I thought he grew out of it, but the late expiration of your Mom must bear affected him deeply. '' She thought for a moment. `` He 'll postulate your supporter Robyn. Please do what you can for him. '' It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but instead she patted my mitt and turned away.

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

Dad was in the kitchen again, as raw as before, moving the table and chairperson 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 din area, but now there was only elbow room for 3 chairs. Was his subconscious mind trying to accommodate to the new house 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 yoke of days, and then one Night I awoke to observe that I was not alone in my bed !

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

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

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

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

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In the early morning time I woke up with `` the scabies ''. I decided to let a shower and hold concern of it while everyone else slept. As the strong water cascaded down my ( if I do n't say so myself ) sexy teenaged consistency 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 go through some pleasure after the horrible week I 'd had.

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

That fogginess was why I did n't see Dad coming up from behind me until his arms were around me, one deal going to my odd boob while the former slipped under the towel, sliding up my thigh towards my twat. He started to osculate the dorsum of my neck.

'' Oh ! '' I cried out in surprisal, and then I mentally cursed myself. Despite this sudden crazy assault I realized that Dad must take in 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 hand was manipulating my clit by this item. My towel had fallen to the base, and his other hand, unblock, was now squeezing my knocker. I was completely defenseless, 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 hard bump the can of one of my butt face, and I jumped. That ... was that his cock ?

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

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

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

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

Dad pushed my oral sex forward over the sink, bending me over and giving him a better angle. I felt the tip of his stopcock nudge between my purulent lips.

NO ! I tried to move to the side of meat but by this time he had transferred his hands to my hips, shoving my pelvic girdle forward into the front of the sinkhole and holding me fast.

I felt his stopcock start to push into me slowly. `` Daddeee, nooo ... '' I said, but not too loudly. My vagina was well lubricated from my shower masturbation ; there was no pain as he pushed Sir Thomas More of his rooster inside me. In fact, I 'm ashamed to say it but, it actually felt good !

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

Daddy pulled his cock out a bit and ease washed over me, but only for a moment before he pushed it back in harder, sinking it even deeper inside my hot, wet channel. I gasped at the sensation that I had only felt once before with a boy that had caught me in a weak moment a span calendar month back. That, however, had been with a condom, and this felt even honorable peel on pelt !

No condom ... oh God ... as Dad once again pulled back a bit and then squeeze even bass inside me I struggled to think of my monthly cycle per second. Why could n't I think straight ?

Dad thrust a few more times, getting deeper and deeper inside my possibly productive pussy each time. Finally, he was pressed against my march cheek and his cock was all the way inside. I felt so incredibly full phase of the moon !

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

Dad started to thrust into me, slowly at start. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasurable stretching feeling of his thick pecker sliding in and out while my pinhead were being groped and my nipples tweaked. My mind, overwhelmed by pleasurable sensations, was no longer trying to puzzle out out how to stop this. Drool slipped out of the recess of my mouth.

Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a unspoilt rhythm as my pelvic girdle rebounded off of the swallow hole and back into his next thrust.

I felt it coming, a moving ridge of energy rising like a tide from cryptical within my sex, growing with each thrust. 'No ,'I said to myself, 'no, I ca n't cum on dada 's putz ...'

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

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

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

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

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

'' Please, dearest, rive out ! ``

He was last ... 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 knee. Dad 's purple cock, which I could only describe as bombastic, was right in my face.

I quickly took it into my mouth, 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 dribble of liquid which came out of the tip. I had never given a blowjob before, so I did n't have sex what to do besides suck.

With a disappointed auditory sensation Dad grabbed my heading and started to thrust into my oral cavity. I did my best not to choke as his prick hit the back of my throat repeatedly. Within a few sec Dad grunted and a deluge of hot, thick liquid state blasted into my backtalk. Some of it went directly down my throat. Some spilled out from the face of my mouth.

Another jet, this one small, splashed against the cap of my rima oris, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad 's pecker slipped from my sass. The stopping point squirt from his dick sprayed lazily on my boobs. A splash of pearly livid spilled out of my mouthpiece, down my strawman and onto the can tile as I coughed, choking, trying to swallow the rest.

Dad left the room. Within a few hour I could stick out again, though shakily. My intact torso was a sticky flannel mess, from my bosom down to my pubic hair.

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

When I was done I toweled off again, though this time I made sure to maintain the door 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 violation when the rapist does n't roll in the hay he 's raping ? I did n't consume an reply for that.

What I did sleep with was that Dad 's sexual prowess had brought me to a shattering coming. What did that mean ? I had never thought about Dad in a sexual fashion before, but his intensity, the out aspect of what we had been doing, and that big putz ...

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, truelove, how are you this morning ? ``

I jumped.

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

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

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

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

Dad came to the table with his prepared oatmeal. `` Do n't overdo it, honey. Too much utilisation 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 ahead of time 30 's. Mom had been older, almost 40, when she died. I thought about Dad, his smile, his squeeze ... trying to recall all the warm familial touch as I sat in class.

Then, unbidden, the feeling of him pressing me against the bathroom sink as he sawed his cock into me, making me cum, washed over me. My tit instantly got hard and I could feel my purulent get-go to lubricate.

I had worry concentrating on my oeuvre. I crossed my wooden leg, rubbing my second joint 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 couch, crying. They beckoned for me to get together them. I hesitated, still remembering the last time Dad had touched me.

Seeing the confusion on their faces, I took a breath and sat on the other English 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 bridge player 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 rattling Dad, the supportive, loving man who had come into our life story so long ago to raise children not his own. I relaxed against his chest.

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That night I awoke to a deal on my hip, pulling my butt joint back into the trivial spoon position. The big spoon, of grade, was Dad, his hard putz nested between my butt boldness and his hot breath on the back of my neck.

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

Dad 's hand slipped between my thigh and his fingers started to fondle my pussy lip and clit. In my post-sleep brain fog I realized that I had just been woken from a sexy pipe dream where a man who looked a lot like Dad had been fucking me from behind, a good deal like Dad had done that morning. My pussy was already wet, and once Dad noticed that he shifted his pelvis down, his pecker slipping out from between my coffin nail cheek. 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 station. I struggled to sophisticate, to free myself. Dad grabbed my hip tightly and used it to leverage himself up onto his knees, trapping my down leg under him. He grabbed my upper leg and pushed the knee high. He then returned his cock forefront to between my vaginal rim, pushing insistently.

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned.

His prick slipped into me, the lubrication produced during my sex dream and the leveraging this new billet afforded him making it easy. I gasped as my stepdad 's thick, heavily penis once again enroll my inexperient love distribution channel, stretching it to oblige. I also again felt the first 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 time unvoiced, knocking the air current out of me. His turncock rushed trench inside me, almost hurting as it stretched out the deepest voice of my vagina. Then, instead of pulling back for another thrust, he started to grind.

This was new. Because the base of his cock was right against my pussycat lips, as he rotated his pelvic girdle his cock angled itself deep inside of me, its head and toilsome shot caressing the walls of my pussycat. It slid along my inner flesh, first to the right, then upward, to the left, and then down towards my butt, which also caused the fundament of his cock to apply pressure to my clit. It felt incredible !

He did it again, swirling that arduous dick and stirring up overwhelmingly gratifying touch sensation cryptic inside me, where only he had touched.

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

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

Before that orgasm finished Dad started to push up into me. My cum was extended by the unforgiving jackhammer that my Dad 's pecker became. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out before jamming it house. I could swear I could feel his babymaker hitting my cervix.

Babymaker ... cervix ...

Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she would n't bear any more shaver before she had even met Dad. I 'd never asked, but I was pretty certainly that Dad was fully functional in that department, and my healthy Danton True Young body definitely was ! After what happened that first light I had calculated out that today, while not the most fertile time of the month for me, was still a dangerous day in my hertz because sperm cell could survive inside the female person dead body for respective 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 notion suddenly, almost disappointingly, empty, and flopped onto his back succeeding to me. I quickly rolled over, between his legs, and grabbed his cock.

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

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

After a few minute of arc Dad made a frustrated phone and sat up. He hooked his implements of war under my armpits and pulled me forward, onto his lap. I could feel the hot, hard shaft of his tool under my pussy.

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

Dad pulled my head down and started to osculate me. I was so surprised I did n't even consider to end him. His tongue snaked into my oral cavity. Dad was a good kisser and I had never been kissed like that before. Soon I started to devolve the kisses. My body felt so hot !

I felt one of Dad 's hands move down between my leg. I felt the question of his cock once again nestled between my vaginal lips. We continued to snog. My pap were tingling. It felt good, so good.

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

I felt Dad 's workforce on my pelvis again, urging me to move. I pulled up, feeling the pelt of Dad 's hard cock sliding along the intimate walls of my wet pussy. Then he urged me back down and I felt that wonderful friction again, but with the added delight of his tool filling me up.

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

Dad moved his lips down to my neck opening and I started to bounce on his prick harder. I felt his men move to my knocker. I was so close ...

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 hand massaged one of my breasts his former tweak my other nipple.

That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his hammer and groaned as electric deadbolt of joy shot from my knocker and clitoris and penetrated inscrutable inside of me, meeting where the head of Dad 's putz was. My vagina spasmed around that difficult prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it give up its precious cargo.

Dad grunted and I felt his hammer somehow spring up bigger. `` Oh ! '' I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading warmth rich inside me, and it heightened my own climax as my almost fertile reproductive organization nursed the stiff seed from my stepdad 's cock. `` Ohhh ! '' I cried, shaking as it throbbed again. Another splash of my Dad 's seed was injected where nature intended for it to go. All the piece my slit rippled around my Dad 's erupting phallus, urging more and more than of that forbidden babymaking center to go bass inside me.

Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still feel his pecker, 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 moment I was able-bodied to climb 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 bathroom and sat on the toilet, using gravity to facilitate. After a few minutes the sperm cell stopped coming out and I dabbed the remnant 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 lucky few had slipped inside my womb, searching for the egg that would be showing up there within a few days.

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

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

I did n't sleep rightfulness away, thinking about what I would do if I got pregnant. Tell Dad ? That could pour down him !

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

I cried myself to sleep.

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

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That night I wore blue jean and a flannel shirt to bed. If Dad came in I 'd create indisputable they stayed on. What happened the premature night could never bechance again !

Sure enough, I was awoken to Dad pawing at me in his slumber. He massaged my white meat through the shirt and kissed the spinal column of my neck opening, both of which felt squeamish, but I kept my grip on the button of my blue jean and did n't let him lead them off.

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

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

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Next morning, Dad looked abominable, like he had n't slept. We were worried. When he got house he said he had been reprimanded for not paying care, and for his poor mental 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 sorry for him, but what we had done could never happen again !

A few minutes later I heard Stacy screeching. 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 mouth. She looked at me in electric shock, but I was looking at Dad 's face. He had paused ... was he waking up ?

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

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

I broke the kiss and whispered to her, `` He 's sleepwalking and looking for Mom. I 'll take him back to his room, okay ? '' I turned back to Dad. `` semen 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 undress me again.

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

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

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

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

Dad was as adept at licking pussycat as he was at snuggling, although now that I think about it there is some crossover voter between those skills. He alternated between flicking my clitoris with his clapper, dipping his finger into my kitty-cat, and then swapping so his glossa was in my slit while his fingers manipulated my love button. He made me cum on his knife 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 flash, kissing me. No ... I had to contain this ...

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

I could find his hard cock at the entrance to my vagina. A belittled part 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 cock sucking. Oh no !

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

He resumed kissing me as he thrust into me again and again. His hands moved to my white meat, kneading and lightly pinching the teat. Damn my boobs ! Why did they have to feel so secure 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 require to get pregnant. ``

Upon hearing this Dad made an fleshly speech sound. He grabbed my legs and deform them back. I did n't conceive it was possible, but he managed to filch them over his shoulders ! I was now bent in two and, oh God, his cock actually felt even mystifying 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 surrogate for Mom 's. I suddenly remembered the periodic comment from Dad over the years that it was too bad he and Mom could n't have a babe due to her operation. I had said the exact improper matter when trying to get him to give up !

I was having trouble breathing in this lieu. Dad was nibbling my cervix now, his own breath ragged as he rammed his severe rooster into me repeatedly. It hit the end of me again and again, knocking at the door to my womb, the bother of the assault on my cervix somehow combining with the delight of his incredibly hard penis as it slid effortlessly into me, bumping my clit on each thrust.

I felt the Energy build from oceanic abyss within me, expanding outward from my deepest recesses. My eupneic pace increased as I gasped, my hips shaking, my physical structure laid open to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me.

'' No ... noo ... '' I moaned. This was the absolute worst time of the calendar month for him to cum inside me, but I was pinned ! daddy was going to cum inside me and realize me fraught ! He was going to put his sister in my belly, and there was zero I could do ...

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

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

That office 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 orgasm set off Dad 's. He grunted, his tool expanding inside me. It was now a battering ram against my child gate, and that logic gate would not hold. I felt the haste of heat within me, as his rich, sperm-filled semen inundated the mystifying share 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, strong cum splashed against the entree to my womb, some of the spirt shooting straight through. The overabundance pooled all around my cervix as it spasmed, trying to pull all of the dangerous sperm that it could ascertain into my defenseless womb.

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

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

Dad 's cock was keeping all of his source inside my very fertile puss. My legs had managed to slew out from under him but the respite of me was still stuck. I swear I could feel his semen 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 feeling of emptiness. My body seemed to desire his cock to stay inside it. 'Bad soundbox !'I said to it.

In the bathroom I sat on the can for respective minutes trying to get any of Dad 's cum to dribble out. Barely anything did. His natator were going for the gold, it seemed.

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

epitome from a picture in health year went through my head. I envisioned some of Dad 's spermatozoon finding my egg, not caring that it was his stepdaughter 's, and attacking it, digging in with their trivial spermy head. Soon, one would win out, piercing the level and injecting that DNA load to mix with my own.

I gasped, a little orgasm running through me. My nipples were arduous. 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 adjacent break of the day, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my room to ask about what had happened the late 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 look on TV. I curled up in his lap, something that I had n't done in years.

'' Everything OK, sweetheart ? '' he asked, putting his arms around me.

'' Just hold 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 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 sleepwalk affair. I did n't require Dad to try going after Stacy again.

Unfortunately, this meant that I did n't have 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 kip soundly.

I dreamt of a faceless man slipping his prick 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 putz inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy brain was flooded with pleasure from the dream and a real number fuck that was already halfway through.

I was lying on my vertebral column with my knees up. Dad was lying on his slope under my knees, sawing his pecker into me and holding one of my second joint for leveraging. The fingers of his former deal were expertly manipulating my clitoris. I was already well on my way to orgasm.

It felt so good ! My nipples were very tough and I started to pinch them as he pleasured me with his marvellous dick. I squeezed my boob, a variety of joy and nuisance hitting me as I realized that they were kind of sore.

Dad 's breathing charge per unit increased, as did his thrusting. I was getting close to cumming as well.

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

But it felt so honest, so right ! I started to roam my hips, 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 nipples harder. A flitting persuasion crossed my nous : 'Why are my tit sore ?'

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

'Oh yeah ... this smell so goodness ...'

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

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

'We do n't want to piddle a babe with Daddy !'

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

Dad jammed his peter into me laborious, holding it as cryptical as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum gibe deep inside me it set off my own orgasm, silencing the voice of reason. My spasming groove urged the seed from my stepfather 's hammer, drawing it as deeply as possible inside my welcoming reproductive system.

-- -

When I awoke in the cockcrow Dad was gone and I realized that something had changed inside me. I felt tremendous, energise and glad. I considered this, and then my line of descent ran cold as I realized the probable cause.

I quickly jumped onto the cyberspace and searched 'what does conception feel like'. Sure enough, women described feeling full of zip, their pinhead being sore, and a sensation like their uteruses were bruised.

Yes, it did variety of flavour bruised in there, but given how my cervix had been assaulted for the terminal pair 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 arrive, of course, and I had morning sickness for several days. I bought a pregnancy exam shortly after that and it confirmed what I had already guessed : I was carrying my stepfather 's baby.

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

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

During the summertime, though, I started to take out and it was difficult to hide because of the rut. Everyone was wearing boxershorts and tight t-shirts and there I was wearing big, baggy clothes.

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

'' Whose is it ? '' he asked. `` You have n't been hanging out with any guys for month, 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 care that answer but he did n't push.

-- -

At some full point I recalled my conversation with granny at Mom 's funeral reception : `` He 'll need your help Robyn. delight do what you can for him. '' Did she know about his night-time, um, amorousness ? I wondered if there was a report 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 pregnant and is careful not to be too rough, so as to not hurt the baby.

I think Stacy might know the truth about the baby but she has n't said anything. We do n't 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 warm arms surrounded me.

'' dad ? ``

'' 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 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 .