This is a storey of fooling, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In material spirit, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` douse his taper '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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

by Krosis of the Collective

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Fuck me.

hoi polloi say that when life-time is getting them down. Something bad happens : `` Fuck ... me ! ``

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

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

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Months ago ...

At 18 years old you think you can take on the world ; that you 're deity. Usually something happens that, in no uncertain terms, Tell you that you 're wrong. A busted ivory, or a near-death experience in a car, or ...

... or your Mom suddenly dying. One consequence she was with us and spirit was sound, and the next she was being rushed to the hospital. Soon after she was dead, the victim of a brain haemorrhage. The doctor said it could ingest happened to anyone.

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

Dad took us back abode 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 think back our biological dad ( BioDad, as Mom used to call him ), who took off before Stacy was born. In our creative thinker Cal was our Dad.

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

As I left my room I could sense someone was in the kitchen. My eye adjusted to the light and I could see Dad shuffling about in there.

'' Dad ? '' I called. He turned to me and seemed to break. 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 underclothes !

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

'' DAD ! '' I yelled.

He dropped like a Lucy Stone. As he hit the storey he started screaming and screaming, his limb flailing. Stacy bolted out of her way, looking as terrified as I felt.

I was about to call 9-1-1 when Dad stopped. Just ... stopped. No drift, no interference. I leaned near and could hear him breathing slowly. He was asleep.

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

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

'' I 'm sorry lady friend, '' 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 wake me. My doc said that the shock could ... ''

We waited. Dad looked sheepish. `` I have a heart murmur. A shock like that and I could have a heart and soul tone-beginning. Just pass on me to vagabond about ... maybe lightly calculate me back to bed, but no loudly haphazardness or jolting, okay ? ``

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

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We stayed home from shoal and Dad from work for a few days. When one of us would cry the early two would group hug so we could parcel military capability. Dad had n't sleepwalked since that offset night.

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

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

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

She looked sad. `` Yes, dearest. I thought he grew out of it, but the recent expiration of your Mom must have affected him deeply. '' She thought for a moment. `` He 'll call for your service Robyn. delight do what you can for him. '' It seemed like she wanted to say something else, but instead she patted my hand and turned away.

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

Dad was in the kitchen again, as au naturel as before, moving the table and death chair 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 expanse, but now there was only elbow room 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 couple of days, and then one night I awoke to obtain that I was not alone in my bed !

I turned to see him sleeping future to me in the dim Christ Within coming through the windowpane from the street lamp. He was just sleeping, not in that Wyrd in-between country. He was, again, naked.

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

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Dad, Stacy, and I returned to make for and school, respectively. It was backbreaking, but the casualness of school 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 home. We hugged him and had a good cry together.

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In the too soon morning I woke up with `` the itchiness ''. I decided to induce a shower and take concern of it while everyone else slept. As the lovesome water cascaded down my ( if I do n't say so myself ) sexy teenaged physical structure I played with my clit and dipped my fingers into my pussy as my other hand tweaked one of my mamilla. Soon I was gasping and shaking as I came. It was a relief to go through some pleasure after the horrifying calendar week I 'd had.

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

That softness was why I did n't see Dad coming up from behind me until his weapon system were around me, one hand going to my left over titty while the early slipped under the towel, sliding up my thigh towards my cunt. He started to snog the back of my neck.

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

Except ... his hand was manipulating my clit by this point. My towel had fallen to the base, and his other hand, unblock, 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 bump the bottom of one of my butt impudence, and I jumped. That ... was that his cock ?

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

stroke pee in his font ? Call out for Stacy ? All of those would probably wake him up. Oh, rightfield ...

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

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

Dad pushed my promontory forward over the sink, bending me over and giving him a meliorate angle. I felt the tip of his cock nudge between my pussy lips.

NO ! I tried to move to the side but by this fourth dimension he had transferred his workforce to my hips, shoving my pelvis forward into the front of the sink and holding me fast.

I felt his cock get-go 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 ass as he pushed Sir Thomas More of his cock inside me. In fact, I 'm ashamed to say it but, it actually felt commodity !

'No, not good ,'a voice somewhere in the spinal column of my judgment 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 channel. I gasped at the sensation that I had only felt once before with a boy that had caught me in a imperfect instant a brace calendar month back. That, however, had been with a safety, and this felt even better pelt on skin !

No condom ... oh God ... as Dad once again pulled back a bit and then throw even deeper inside me I struggled to commend my monthly wheel. Why could n't I think straight ?

Dad thrust a few to a greater extent times, getting bass and inscrutable inside my possibly fecund pussy each meter. Finally, he was pressed against my butt cheeks and his shaft was all the way inside. I felt so incredibly full !

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

Dad started to shove into me, slowly at starting time. I was gasping, overwhelmed by the enjoyable stretching opinion of his thick rooster 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 on out how to contain this. Drool slipped out of the corner of my mouth.

Dad was now thrusting harder, getting a ripe calendar method of birth control as my hips rebounded off of the sump and back into his succeeding thrust.

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

The overwhelming superstar, combined with the thought of the veto thing pa 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 waving of delight rolled over and through me.

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

I could recollect better now. I could n't differentiate him he was fucking his own daughter, but ...

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

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

'' Please, dearest, draw out ! ``

He was close ... so close ...

I had another approximation : `` Let me wet-nurse you off ! ``

Dad pulled out suddenly and turned me around. My legs, like spaghetti, could n't book me up so I fell to my knee. Dad 's purple stopcock, which I could only describe as tumid, 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 half. I sucked on it, tasting Strategic Arms Limitation Talks 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 rag sound Dad grabbed my head and started to push up into my lip. I did my best not to choke as his cock hit the rachis of my throat repeatedly. Within a few irregular Dad grunted and a downpour of hot, duncical liquid blasted into my mouth. Some of it went directly down my throat. Some spilled out from the slope of my mouth.

Another spurt, this one smaller, splashed against the ceiling of my mouth, and then another. Finally, I pulled back and Dad 's turncock slipped from my mouth. The final stage jet from his cock sprayed lazily on my boobs. A spattering of pearly white spilled out of my mouth, down my front and onto the john roofing tile as I coughed, choking, trying to get down the rest.

Dad left the way. Within a few bit I could stand again, though shakily. My integral torso was a sticky white mess, from my bosom down to my pubic hair.

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

When I was done I toweled off again, though this fourth dimension 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 know he 's raping ? I did n't throw an answer for that.

What I did know was that Dad 's sexual art had brought me to a shattering orgasm. What did that mean ? I had never thought about Dad in a sexual mode before, but his intensity, the out scene of what we had been doing, and that big putz ...

I did n't have an answer for that either.

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I was eating breakfast when Dad 's phonation sounded from behind me.

'' Hey, truelove, how are you this forenoon ? ``

I jumped.

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

I watched him as he got his breakfast cook, 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 fain oatmeal. `` Do n't overdo it, dearest. Too lots example 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 clinch ... trying to retrieve all the tender inherited feelings as I sat in class.

Then, unbidden, the feeling of him pressing me against the bathroom sump as he sawed his cock into me, making me cum, washed over me. My nipples instantly got hard and I could finger my pussy starting to lubricate.

I had trouble concentrating on my work. I crossed my legs, rubbing my thighs together, trying to itch `` the urge ''. 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 unite them. I hesitated, still remembering the last clock time Dad had touched me.

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

His touch was warm and supportive ; not at all sexual. If he wanted he could deliver moved his manus lower to my bum or slipped it around my back a small advance to fondle my breast and Stacy would n't take noticed. He did neither.

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

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That night I awoke to a hand on my hip, pulling my prat back into the small spoon posture. The big spoon, of trend, was Dad, his gruelling cock nested between my ass cheeks and his hot breathing space on the backbone of my neck.

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

Dad 's manus slipped between my thighs and his finger's breadth started to caress my pussy lips and clitoris. In my post-sleep mentality 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 morning. My pussy was already wet, and once Dad noticed that he shifted his rose hip down, his cock slipping out from between my butt boldness. I then felt the tip of it nudging between my puss lips.

I tried to move my body away but his mitt had returned to my hip, holding me in office. I struggled to twist, to liberate myself. Dad grabbed my hip tightly and used it to leverage himself up onto his knees, trapping my low-down leg under him. He grabbed my upper berth leg and pushed the knee high. He then returned his hammer head to between my vaginal rim, pushing insistently.

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned.

His cock slipped into me, the lubrication produced during my sex pipe dream and the leverage this new military position afforded him making it easy. I gasped as my stepdad 's midst, strong penis once again move into my inexperienced love line, stretching it to oblige. I also again felt the initiatory 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 prison term hard, knocking the wind out of me. His cock rushed deep inside me, almost hurting as it stretched out the rich piece of my vagina. Then, instead of pulling back for another thrust, he started to grind.

This was new. Because the base of his stopcock was right against my pussy lips, as he rotated his hips his turncock angled itself deep inside of me, its oral sex and arduous jibe caressing the rampart of my pussy. It slid along my inner bod, first to the right, then upward, to the left hand, and then down towards my butt, which also caused the basis of his prick to apply atmospheric pressure to my button. It felt unbelievable !

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

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

And then I was cumming. I cried out in pleasance, my trunk shaking as my stepdad 's unbelievable rotation technique gave me the superlative sexual climax I 'd ever experienced.

Before that coming finished Dad started to squeeze into me. My cum was extended by the stern jackhammer that my Dad 's cock became. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out before jamming it family. I could trust I could find his babymaker hitting my cervix.

Babymaker ... cervix ...

Mom had gotten a hysterectomy so she would n't consume any more than Thomas Kyd before she had even met Dad. I 'd never asked, but I was pretty indisputable that Dad was fully functional in that section, and my sizeable Brigham Young body definitely was ! After what happened that morning I had calculated out that today, while not the most fertile meter of the month for me, was still a severe day in my cycle because sperm cell could go inside the female body for respective days. I could n't let him cum inside me !

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

It worked again ! Dad pulled out of me, leaving my vagina flavor suddenly, almost disappointingly, empty, and flopped onto his book binding future to me. I quickly rolled over, between his peg, and grabbed his cock.

I had done some Internet research on blowjobs, just in pillow slip this ever happened again. Using what I had learned, I licked the caput of his cock while jacking the light beam with my hand. After a bit of that I opened my mouth wide and engulfed as much of it as I could. I experienced a perverse notion of pride as I heard Dad groan 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 trade good at it. I could n't get my rima oris down Dad 's tool very far before gagging, so one-half of his shaft was neglected.

After a few minute Dad made a thwarted sound and sat up. He hooked his arms under my armpits and pulled me forward, onto his lap. I could feel the hot, hard shaft of his hammer under my pussy.

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

Dad pulled my head down and started to kiss me. I was so surprised I did n't even think to stop him. His tongue snaked into my mouth. Dad was a good physiognomy 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 hands move down between my pegleg. I felt the promontory of his pecker once again nestled between my vaginal lips. We continued to kiss. My nipples were tingling. It felt dear, so good.

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

I felt Dad 's helping hand on my hips again, urging me to travel. I pulled up, feeling the tegument of Dad 's grueling prick sliding along the inside walls of my wet pussy. Then he urged me back down and I felt that fantastic friction again, but with the bring 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 life ; happy, fulfilled. I loved my stepfather.

Dad moved his rim down to my cervix and I started to ricochet on his cock harder. I felt his custody move to my bosom. I was so shut down ...

Any thought of the peril from what we were doing was gone from my mind, washed away by the joy of making erotic love to my stepfather. As one of Dad 's bridge player massaged one of my breasts his other tweaked my other nipple.

That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his cock and groaned as galvanising bolts of pleasure shot from my chest and clit and penetrated rich inside of me, meeting where the top dog of Dad 's cock was. My vagina spasmed around that gruelling prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding that it yield up its valued cargo.

Dad grunted and I felt his cock somehow grow big. `` Oh ! '' I gasped as it throbbed. I felt a spreading warmth deep inside me, and it heightened my own coming as my almost fertile procreative arrangement nursed the stiff seed from my stepdad 's rooster. `` 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 appendage, urging more and more of that proscribed babymaking marrow to go deeper inside me.

Finally, I collapsed onto Dad, shaking uncontrollably. I could still finger his pecker, weakly spurting out the end 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 instant I was able to climb off of Dad. A splash of semen came out of me as his pecker 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 bathroom, using somberness to help. After a few second the spermatozoon stopped coming out and I dabbed the remainder away with john 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 favourable 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 nestle my caput 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 kill him !

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

I cried myself to sleep.

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In the morning Dad actually looked 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 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 jeans and a flannel shirt to bed. If Dad came in I 'd wee-wee indisputable they stayed on. What happened the previous Night could never go on again !

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

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

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Dad came to my bed again the next night. As before, I did n't impart 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 he said he had been reprimanded for not paying tending, and for his pitiable attitude. Those dicks ! The man had just lost his wife !

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

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

'' Daddeee ! '' Stacy yelled. I rushed forward and clamped my 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 aspect and planted my lips onto his, kissing passionately. I felt him immediately relax, and then commence returning the kisses, his arms going around my back.

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

I broke the buss and whispered to her, `` He 's sleepwalking and looking for Mom. I 'll contain him back to his room, okay ? '' I turned back to Dad. `` seminal fluid on, Cam. Let 's go to bed. ``

Dad followed me and I took him back to his sleeping accommodation. Once there he started to try to strip me again.

What could I do ? If I did n't make him happy he 's molest Stacy, and maybe even lose his job ! I helped him move out my shirt and denim, and then we climbed onto his bed.

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

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

'' Holy shit ! I 'm going to hand you just a half hour to blockade that, '' I whispered to him jokingly, and then I lay my head back, enjoying the new sensations.

Dad was as honorable at licking pussy as he was at caressing, although now that I think about it there is some crossover between those science. He alternated between flicking my clit with his lingua, dipping his fingers into my pussy, and then swapping so his tongue was in my puss while his finger manipulated my 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 legs 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 sense his surd cock at the entrance to my vagina. A minuscule parting of me wanted him to advertize 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 dick slipped into me easily. Within a few poking his stopcock was buried all the way inside me again.

He resumed kissing me as he thrust into me again and again. His custody moved to my breasts, kneading and lightly pinching the mammilla. shucks my boobs ! Why did they have to feel so soundly when he did that ? I passionately returned his osculation. I could sense another coming coming on.

I whispered to him, `` delight ... I do n't ... I do n't want to get significant. ``

Upon hearing this Dad made an animal sound. He grabbed my legs and bent them back. I did n't suppose it was potential, but he managed to solicit them over his shoulders ! I was now bent in two and, oh God, his stopcock actually felt even cryptic than it had ever been before !

'' Nooo ... '' I moaned as he started thrusting harder, faster. I could n't locomote, trapped under his physical structure as he used mine as a surrogate for Mom 's. I suddenly remembered the periodic input from Dad over the eld that it was too bad he and Mom could n't take a baby due to her mathematical operation. I had said the exact wrong thing when trying to get him to stop !

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

I felt the energy build from deep within me, expanding outward from my deepest break. My breathing rate increased as I gasped, my hip shaking, my body laid open to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me.

'' No ... noo ... '' I moaned. This was the right-down speculative time of the month for him to cum inside me, but I was pinned ! Daddy was going to cum inside me and make me fraught ! He was going to put his baby in my belly, and there was null I could do ...

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

These perverse, forbidden thoughts bounced about in my promontory as Daddy rammed his set 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 section won out. The buildup of Energy Department 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 cock 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 deepest part of my vagina, and it only made me cum harder.

My cervix opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad 's pecker as we came again and again. Hot, powerful cum splashed against the entrance to my womb, some of the squirt shooting straight through. The redundant pooled all around my neck as it spasmed, trying to pass all of the dangerous spermatozoan that it could find into my defenseless womb.

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I woke suddenly, not realizing where I was. Someone was on top of me, their pecker in my cunt ! My initial panic quickly subsided as I realized that I must have passed out from my shoemaker's last orgasm, and Dad must have fallen asleep after ...

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

Dad 's cock was keeping all of his seed inside my very fecund pussy. My leg had managed to skid out from under him but the rest of me was still stuck. I swear I could find his semen dripping through my uterine cervix and into my uterus as we lay there.

'' Dad -- er, Cam, dearest, '' I said into his ear. `` I need to go pee. ``

Dad grunted and rolled to the side, his softening phallus slipping from inside me as it did so. Once again I experienced the spirit of emptiness. My soundbox seemed to need his cock to stay inside it. 'Bad body !'I said to it.

In the bath I sat on the crapper for various 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 fraught ! A LOT of Dad 's spermatozoon were right now cryptical inside my tidy teenager generative system, looking for the egg I knew was either already there or soon would be.

Images from a movie in wellness division 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 heads. 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 nipple were difficult. 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 next morning, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my way 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 couch watching TV. I curled up in his lap, something that I had n't done in years.

'' Everything okeh, sweetie ? '' he asked, putting his limb around me.

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

He did. Even though I was in his lap and I could palpate his member 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 dress, as I had done prior to the altogether sleepwalk matter. I did n't want Dad to try going after Stacy again.

Unfortunately, this meant that I did n't make anything I could use to check 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 shaft 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 shaft inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy brain was flooded with pleasure from the pipe dream and a real fuck that was already halfway through.

I was lying on my back with my knees up. Dad was lying on his side under my knees, sawing his putz into me and holding one of my thighs for purchase. The fingers of his former hand were expertly manipulating my button. I was already well on my way to orgasm.

It felt so good ! My nipples were very hard and I started to nobble them as he pleasured me with his wonderful dick. I squeezed my breasts, a mixture of joy and pain 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 reason that we should n't be doing this ?'

But it felt so good, so properly ! I started to pluck my rosehip, trying to get his dick to genuflect along my g-spot as he thrust into me. 'Yes, there !'Dad 's cock hit the right-hand spot and I gasped, pinching my nipples harder. A flitting thinking crossed my mind : 'Why are my tit sore ?'

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

'Oh yeah ... this feels so good ...'

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

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

'We do n't require to construct a baby with pappa !'

'I 'm probably already meaning from close Night, so what 's one more load ? It 's going to finger so gooooood ... .'

Dad jammed his cock into me firmly, holding it as deep as potential as he grunted. As his hot cum scene cryptical inside me it set off my own orgasm, silencing the voice of reasonableness. My spasming line urged the come from my stepfather 's stopcock, drawing it as deep as possible inside my welcoming procreative system.

-- -

When I awoke in the first light Dad was gone and I realized that something had changed inside me. I felt fantastic, energized and happy. I considered this, and then my blood ran cold as I realized the probable cause.

I quickly jumped onto the Internet and searched 'what does excogitation find like'. Sure enough, women described feeling replete of energy, their booby being sore, and a maven like their uteruses were bruised.

Yes, it did variety of flavor bruised in there, but given how my cervix had been assaulted for the stopping point duet of days that was understandable.

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

-- -

My time period did n't arrive, of course, and I had morning sickness for various days. I bought a gestation trial run shortly after that and it confirmed what I had already guessed : I was carrying my stepfather 's baby.

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

I finished out the schoolhouse class and graduated with B accolade. My bay window had n't started to show yet, so I looked heavy in the yearbook.

During the summertime, though, I started to satiate out and it was difficult to hide because of the heat. Everyone was wearing shorts and tight 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 significant. cry, 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 evidence. ``

'' I ca n't severalize you, pop, '' I replied, still sniffling, `` you 'll drink down him. ``

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

-- -

At some distributor point I recalled my conversation with Gran at Mom 's funeral response : `` He 'll need your aid Robyn. delight do what you can for him. '' Did she know about his night-time, um, eroticism ? 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 fraught and is careful not to be too rough, so as to not offend the baby.

I think Stacy might have it off 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 screw what 's going to happen there.

-- -

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

'' Daddy ? ``

'' Yes, sweetie ? ``

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

'' What about the don ? '' 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 .