This is a story of occasional, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a prophylactic, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser intimate diseases await the imbecile who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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roll in the hay me.

People 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 someone to accept sex with you when things turn to give away ?

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

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calendar month ago ...

At 18 class old you think you can take on the world ; that you 're immortal. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain terminal figure, William Tell you that you 're wrong. A recrudesce bone, or a near-death experience in a car, or ...

... or your Mom suddenly dying. One moment she was with us and liveliness was honest, and the future she was being rushed to the hospital. Soon after she was abruptly, the victim of a head haemorrhage. The Dr. said it could suffer happened to anyone.

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

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

It took a while for all of us to get to sleep that kickoff night. I just lay in bed, tossing and turning. Finally, it was 1 AM and I had to pee.

As I left my room I could sense soul was in the kitchen. My eyes adjusted to the Inner 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 pants ... 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 eyes on his case. He just stood there.

'' DAD ! '' I yelled.

He dropped like a pit. As he hit the trading floor he started screaming and screaming, his limb flailing. Stacy bolted out of her room, looking as terrified as I felt.

I was about to call off 9-1-1 when Dad stopped. Just ... stopped. No drift, no haphazardness. I leaned confining and could try him breathing slowly. He was asleep.

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

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

'' I 'm distressing 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 years. Hopefully it wo n't encounter again, but if it does delight do n't try to inflame me. My doctor said that the shock could ... ''

We waited. Dad looked shamefaced. `` I have a warmness murmur. A seismic disturbance like that and I could take in a middle tone-beginning. Just impart me to wander about ... maybe lightly take aim me back to bed, but no cheap noises or jolting, okay ? ``

Stacy and I looked at each other. We could fall back Dad too ! We turned back to him and nodded. We would name certainly he stayed safe.

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We stayed home from school and Dad from workplace for a few days. When one of us would cry the early two would group hug so we could plowshare 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 rainwater made it seem like the whole man was crying, not just us. During the reception I decided to ask nan, Dad 's Mom, about his sleepwalking.

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

I took her handwriting. `` gran, is it true that waking him up while he 's sleepwalking could kill him ? ``

She looked sad. `` Yes, dear. I thought he grew out of it, but the recent expiration of your Mom must have affected him deeply. '' She thought for a import. `` He 'll need your assistant 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 strait 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 au naturel as before, moving the table and chairs into a new constellation. I realized as he pushed the end of the table against the wall that it made more blank in the kitchen 's din area, but now there was only room for 3 chairwoman. Was his subconscious trying to adapt to the new household dynamic by doing this ?

When he was done I whispered that he should go to bed, and I gently steered him that way. He complied and then I did likewise.

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Dad did n't sleepwalk for a couple of days, and then one night I awoke to notice that I was not alone in my bed !

I turned to see him sleeping next to me in the dim Light coming through the windowpane from the street lamp. He was just sleeping, not in that weird middle State. He was, again, naked.

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

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Dad, Stacy, and I returned to work out and school, respectively. It was grueling, but the liberty of schoolhouse made it gentle 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 merging and had to come home. We hugged him and had a goodness cry together.

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In the betimes dawn I woke up with `` the itch ''. I decided to bear a shower and take caution of it while everyone else slept. As the lovesome urine cascaded down my ( if I do n't say so myself ) sexy teenaged body I played with my button and dipped my fingerbreadth into my puss as my other mitt tweaked one of my nipples. Soon I was gasping and shaking as I came. It was a relief to experience some pleasure after the frightful hebdomad I 'd had.

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

That fogginess was why I did n't see Dad coming up from behind me until his arms were around me, one hand going to my go forth dumbbell while the early slipped under the towel, sliding up my thigh towards my twat. He started to kiss the vertebral column of my neck.

'' Oh ! '' I cried out in surprise, and then I mentally cursed myself. Despite this sudden crazy Assault I realized that Dad must take been sleepwalking again, as he had never touched me in a sexual way ; not ever. I needed to discontinue him, but not wake him up !

Except ... his hand was manipulating my clitoris by this point. My towel had fallen to the story, and his other hand, unblocked, 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 hard jut the keister of one of my fundament cheeks, and I jumped. That ... was that his stopcock ?

Dad was actually pretty right with his men. He was making my button and dope feel really good. That, combined with the passionate buss on the back of my neck, was starting to make the gratifying feelings strong than my fear.

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

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

In reception Dad lowered his rose hip and I felt what was definitely his hard peter move under my butt and forward, the tip just about reaching its fair game. No, he must n't ! `` Dad ... '' I started to repeat.

Dad pushed my point forward over the sink, bending me over and giving him a wagerer angle. I felt the tip of his cock jog between my kitty lips.

NO ! I tried to move to the position but by this time he had transferred his manpower to my hips, shoving my pelvis forward into the social movement of the sink and holding me fast.

I felt his hammer 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 in the neck 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 good ,'a representative somewhere in the rear of my judgement cried, 'this is bad !'

Daddy pulled his turncock out a bit and succor washed over me, but only for a bit 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 mo a yoke calendar month back. That, however, had been with a rubber, and this felt even punter skin on skin !

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

Dad thrust a few to a greater extent prison term, getting deeper and deeper inside my possibly fertile pussy each clip. Finally, he was pressed against my butt end cheeks and his cock was all the way inside. I felt so incredibly full !

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

Dad started to thrust into me, slowly at first. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasurable stretching feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out while my boobs were being groped and my nipples tweaked. My mind, overwhelmed by enjoyable sensations, was no longer trying to work out how to block this. Drool slipped out of the recession of my mouth.

Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a good musical rhythm as my hips rebounded off of the swallow hole and back into his following thrust.

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

The overcome sensations, combined with the intellection of the forbidden thing pop was doing to me, set me off. I grunted, pushing back at his cock as it sawed into me, his midst shaft touching me where no one else ever had. `` Aah ! '' I gasped, my pussy squeezing again and again as wave after wave of joy rolled over and through me.

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

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

'' Cam, honey, '' I said in what I hoped was finale to Mom 's phonation, `` rive out, okay ? ``

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

'' Please, honey, pull out ! ``

He was close ... so close ...

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

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

I quickly took it into my mouth, or at least as lots as I could get in my mouth, which was a trivial over 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 know what to do besides suck.

With a frustrated phone Dad grabbed my school principal and started to thrust into my mouth. I did my Charles Herbert Best not to choke as his tool hit the book binding of my throat repeatedly. Within a few seconds Dad grunted and a torrent of hot, thick liquid blasted into my oral fissure. Some of it went directly down my throat. Some spilled out from the side of meat of my mouth.

Another spurt, this one smaller, splashed against the roof of my backtalk, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad 's cock slipped from my oral fissure. The lowest spurt from his hammer sprayed lazily on my boobs. A splash of pearly white spilled out of my mouth, down my figurehead and onto the privy roofing tile as I coughed, choking, trying to swallow up the rest.

Dad left the room. Within a few min I could stand again, though shakily. My stallion body was a sticky albumen 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 quick ! I got back into the cascade, 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 on 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 rape when the rapist does n't know he 's raping ? I did n't have an answer for that.

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

I did n't bear 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, sorry, did n't mean to startle you, Robyn, '' he said, getting some oatmeal.

I watched him as he got his breakfast cook, searching for any sign 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 exercising 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 grinning, his hug ... trying to remember all the warm familial feelings as I sat in class.

Then, unbidden, the smell of him pressing me against the bath cesspool as he sawed his tool into me, making me cum, washed over me. My nipple instantly got intemperately and I could feel my cunt start to lubricate.

I had trouble concentrating on my workplace. I crossed my legs, rubbing my thigh together, trying to scratch `` 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 lounge, crying. They beckoned for me to join 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 slope of Dad, hugging him. His arm came around my shoulders as he and Stacy continued to cry.

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

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

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That night I awoke to a hired man on my hip, pulling my behind back into the fiddling spoon perspective. The big spoon, of course of action, was Dad, his hard cock nested between my butt nerve and his hot hint on the cover of my neck.

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

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

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

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned.

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

Dad pulled out a little -- I knew substantially than to think he was pulling out this time -- and then he pushed in again, this time surd, knocking the winding out of me. His dick rushed mysterious inside me, almost hurting as it stretched out the deepest parts of my vagina. Then, instead of pulling back for another poke, he started to grind.

This was new. Because the base of operations of his stopcock was right against my snatch lips, as he rotated his rosehip his cock angled itself trench inside of me, its head and grueling shaft caressing the wall of my pussy. It slid along my privileged bod, first to the right, then upward, to the left wing, and then down towards my butt, which also caused the base of operations of his peter to go for pressure sensation to my clit. It felt incredible !

He did it again, swirling that arduous hawkshaw and stirring up overwhelmingly gratifying feelings deep inside me, where only he had touched.

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

And then I was cumming. I cried out in joy, my eubstance shaking as my stepdad 's incredible gyration technique gave me the enceinte climax I 'd ever experienced.

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

Babymaker ... cervix ...

Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she would n't have any more tyke before she had even met Dad. I 'd never asked, but I was pretty sure that Dad was fully functional in that section, and my healthy Loretta Young eubstance definitely was ! After what happened that morning I had calculated out that today, while not the most fat clip of the month for me, was still a dangerous day in my cycle because sperm could hold out inside the female organic structure 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 feeling suddenly, almost disappointingly, empty, and flopped onto his vertebral column next to me. I quickly rolled over, between his legs, and grabbed his cock.

I had done some Internet inquiry on blowjobs, just in case this ever happened again. Using what I had learned, I licked the chief of his cock while jacking the shaft with my deal. After a bit of that I opened my mouth wide and engulfed as a good deal of it as I could. I experienced a reprobate feeling of pride as I heard Dad groan in pleasure.

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

After a few minutes Dad made a frustrated sound and sat up. He hooked his arms under my armpits and pulled me forward, onto his lap. I could feel the hot, intemperately ray of his cock under my pussy.

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

Dad pulled my headland down and started to kiss me. I was so surprised I did n't even think to stop him. His knife snaked into my oral fissure. Dad was a good kisser and I had never been kissed like that before. Soon I started to return the kisses. My body felt so hot !

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

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

I felt Dad 's hands on my articulatio coxae again, urging me to move. I pulled up, feeling the hide of Dad 's hard cock sliding along the inner wall of my wet cunt. Then he urged me back down and I felt that wonderful friction again, but with the added pleasure of his cock filling me up.

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

Dad moved his lips down to my neck opening and I started to take a hop on his cock harder. I felt his workforce move to my breasts. I was so close ...

Any idea of the risk 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 handwriting massaged one of my bosom his early tweaked my early nipple.

That did it. I slammed my kitty-cat down on his hammer and groaned as galvanising bolts of pleasure barb from my breast and clit and penetrated bass inside of me, meeting where the foreland of Dad 's hammer was. My vagina spasmed around that hard prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it feed up its precious cargo.

Dad grunted and I felt his cock somehow grow bigger. `` Oh ! '' I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading fondness deep inside me, and it heightened my own orgasm as my almost fecund generative system nursed the potent ejaculate from my stepdad 's dick. `` Ohhh ! '' I cried, shaking as it throbbed again. Another splash of my Dad 's semen was injected where nature intended for it to go. All the piece my pussy rippled around my Dad 's erupting member, urging more than and more of that forbidden babymaking kernel to go deeper inside me.

Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still experience his cock, weakly spurting out the last of his cum, probably right against my cervical opening.

'' Uh ... uh ... uh ... '' I was n't shaking as badly now, but it still had n't stopped. I had never felt anything like that before.

After some minutes I was able to climb off of Dad. A splash of ejaculate 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 crapper, using gravity to help. After a few mo the sperm stopped coming out and I dabbed the remainder away with potty 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 neck 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 wholly encounter.

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

I did n't sleep compensate away, thinking about what I would do if I got pregnant. secernate 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 dawn Dad actually looked happy, although when I asked him about it he said he did n't really bang 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 washrag shirt to bed. If Dad came in I 'd make sure they stayed on. What happened the previous night could never take place again !

Sure enough, I was awoken to Dad pawing at me in his nap. He massaged my breasts through the shirt and kissed the back of my neck opening, both of which felt skillful, but I kept my clutches on the clit of my jeans and did n't let him pack them off.

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

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

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Next morning, Dad looked terrible, 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 posture. Those dicks ! The man had just lost his married woman !

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

A few min later I heard Stacy screech. NO ! I rushed out of my room and into hers. In the dim illumination 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 hired hand over her mouth. She looked at me in shock, but I was looking at Dad 's face. He had paused ... was he waking up ?

I had to act. I grabbed his face and planted my backtalk onto his, kissing passionately. I felt him immediately relax, and then lead off returning the osculation, his weaponry going around my back.

'' Robyn ? '' Stacy sounded scar and disjointed, understandably.

I broke the buss and whispered to her, `` He 's sleepwalking and looking for Mom. I 'll exact 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 gain him happy he 's molest Stacy, and maybe even suffer his job ! I helped him remove my shirt and denim, and then we climbed onto his bed.

'Okay ,'I said to myself. 'This time I 'm going to afford him the best cock sucking he 's ever had .'

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

'' holy shit ! I 'm going to give you just a half time of day to stop that, '' I whispered to him jokingly, and then I lay my nous back, enjoying the new sensations.

Dad was as good at licking snatch as he was at petting, although now that I think about it there is some crosswalk between those skills. He alternated between flicking my clit with his natural language, dipping his finger's breadth into my cunt, and then swapping so his tongue was in my puss while his fingers manipulated my sexual love release. He made me cum on his tongue within a few minutes.

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

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

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

I could feel his firmly pecker at the entranceway to my vagina. A small portion of me wanted him to push it in.

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

Due to his saliva and the lubrication produced by my climax, Dad 's shaft slipped into me easily. Within a few thrusting 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 knocker, kneading and lightly pinching the nipples. Damn my pinhead ! Why did they have to feel so near when he did that ? I passionately returned his kiss. I could find another coming coming on.

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

Upon hearing this Dad made an fauna audio. He grabbed my legs and twist them back. I did n't think it was possible, but he managed to rob them over his shoulders ! I was now bent in two and, oh God, his cock actually felt even cryptic 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 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 have a baby due to her operation. I had said the exact wrong thing when trying to get him to intercept !

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

I felt the energy build from deep within me, expanding outward from my deepest time out. My breathing rate increased as I gasped, my hip joint shaking, my organic structure laid heart-to-heart to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me.

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

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

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

That part won out. The buildup of vitality 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 rich body.

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

My cervix opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad 's cock as we came again and again. Hot, stiff cum splashed against the entrance to my uterus, some of the spurts shooting straight through. The excess pooled all around my cervix as it spasmed, trying to draw all of the grave sperm that it could discover into my defenseless womb.

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I woke suddenly, not realizing where I was. Someone was on top of me, their peter in my pussy ! My initial scare quickly subsided as I realized that I must bear passed out from my cobbler's last sexual climax, and Dad must possess fallen asleep after ...

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

Dad 's cock was keeping all of his seminal fluid inside my very fat snatch. My wooden leg had managed to slip out from under him but the rest of me was still stuck. I swear I could feel his semen dripping through my cervix uteri 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 need his cock to stay put inside it. 'Bad soundbox !'I said to it.

In the bath I sat on the toilet for several mo trying to get any of Dad 's cum to drip out. Barely anything did. His swimmers were going for the gold, it seemed.

I was going to get pregnant ! A LOT of Dad 's sperm were right now rich inside my goodly teenage reproductive arrangement, looking for the egg I knew was either already there or soon would be.

range of a function from a picture show in health class went through my header. 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 little spermy forefront. Soon, one would win out, piercing the layers and injecting that DNA load to mix with my own.

I gasped, a niggling orgasm running through me. My nipples were hard. I rubbed my belly lovingly. Whatever happens, happens, I told myself.

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

-- -

I slept in the next morning, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my room to ask about what had happened the old Nox but I did n't say anything beyond that I had put Dad back to bed. She looked unconvinced and I wondered if she had actually heard us fucking. I did n't ask though.

That 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 okay, sweetie ? '' he asked, putting his subdivision around me.

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

He did. Even though I was in his lap and I could feel his phallus under me, it did n't shake. 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 totally noctambulism thing. I did n't want Dad to try going after Stacy again.

Unfortunately, this meant that I did n't have anything I could use to delay his 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 hammer 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 cock inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy wit was flooded with pleasure from the aspiration and a real screwing that was already halfway through.

I was lying on my binding with my articulatio genus up. Dad was lying on his side under my knees, sawing his cock into me and holding one of my thighs for purchase. The fingers of his other handwriting were expertly manipulating my clit. I was already well on my way to orgasm.

It felt so in effect ! My nipples were very concentrated and I started to hook them as he pleasured me with his wonderful dick. I squeezed my white meat, a mixture of pleasure and infliction hitting me as I realized that they were kind of sore.

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

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

But it felt so good, so right ! I started to range my articulatio coxae, trying to get his dick to scratch up 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 thought crossed my mind : 'Why are my boob sore ?'

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

'Oh yeah ... this feels so respectable ...'

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

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

'We do n't want to micturate a infant with Daddy !'

'I 'm probably already fraught from last Nox, so what 's one Thomas More load ? It 's going to experience so gooooood ... .'

Dad jammed his cock into me intemperate, holding it as thick as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum shot deep inside me it set off my own coming, silencing the articulation of reason. My spasming channel urged the seed from my stepfather 's cock, drawing it as recondite 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 grotesque, excite and glad. I considered this, and then my blood ran cold as I realized the likely cause.

I quickly jumped onto the Internet and searched 'what does design finger like'. sure enough, women described feeling full of energy, their boobs being sore, and a ace like their uterus were bruised.

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

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

-- -

My period did n't make it, of course of action, and I had morn nausea for several days. I bought a gestation 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 pregnant. It 's not like I could get *more* pregnant. By this point I was addicted to his shaft too.

I finished out the school twelvemonth and graduated with B award. My tum had n't started to present yet, so I looked bully in the yearbook.

During the summer, though, I started to occupy out and it was hard to hide because of the oestrus. Everyone was wearing boxers 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 bozo for calendar month, as near as I can tell apart. ``

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

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

-- -

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

-- -

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

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

-- -

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

'' dada ? ``

'' Yes, sweetie ? ``

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

'' What about the Fatherhood ? '' 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 .