$exomia

My eyes snapped open when I heard my door creaked. I rose to my elbows and looked around. It was dark in my room because it's already twelve twenty according to the clock perched on my night table. But the light in the hallway was lit so I could still see who just came inside my room. The huge silhouetted frame of my stepfather, Dawson, loomed at the doorway. With hands on the doorknob, he just stood there but not moving.

I knew he wouldn't, couldn't move because he's still asleep. It'd been like this for a couple of weeks now. When I told my father about this the first time I found him walking while eyes still shut, he was worried. He never sleep-walk before. So I told him to see a doctor for help. Maybe he did because one day, during breakfast, he told me not to wake him up because something bad might happen to him. It seemed that waking up a sleepwalker could potentially endanger them. So I promised at his insistent bidding to just leave him be and let him do whatever his sleep-induced self wanted to do.

My mother had me early in her life. At eighteen, she got knocked up by a one-night stand date. But even how young Sherly had been back then, she'd loved and cared for me with all her heart. When I was sixteen, mom met Dawson and married him in hush-hush. I was so happy for both of them because their love for each other was so palpable. But mom suddenly had a car crash leaving me and my step dad devastated and miserable.

Dawson took me as his, cared for me and sent me to school. He looked younger than his forty that's why a lot of people mistook us as girlfriend and boyfriend whenever we went out. We only laughed that one out because it's really funny. But truth be told, it's not funny. It's frustrating. I only hide my insecurities beneath laughter and silly remarks. Because secretly, I always felt a warm sensation whenever people called me his girlfriend. Because I wanted to be his girlfriend.

Just a month ago, I turned eighteen and my classmates have been so loud with their experiences of how they lost their v-card. I listened to them, giggling and faking excitement but inside, I was so damn jealous.

I didn't want to lose my v-card. I wanted to give it. And there's only one person I wanted to have it and it's my step dad, Dawson. I've always had a crush on him right after our palms collided when mom introduced us to each other. I felt a zing there, like an electric current passing from my palm to my spine and ended a wet mess between my thighs. Yes, I know it's bad and taboo. But I just couldn't stop my young silly self to be attracted to this virile man that've been the anchor and hero of my life.

Standing up, I didn't bother covering my nüdity since I knew my step dad wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. I walked towards Dawson buck näked before taking his hand to mine. Slowly, I maneuvered his body back towards his own room just as what I've been doing the last time. But tonight, he seemed to be more stubborn. He didn't budge from his spot at the entrance of my room. He suddenly leaned down and hugged my body so tight. Dawson also sleep on his birth suit, so his hard coçk was poking my stomach right now. His groovy näked chest felt so nice against my soft plumped breaśts that I couldn't stop hugging him back, biting my lip to suppress a moan.

"Sherly." He breathed out into my neck.

My heart instantly went out to him. Dad must've been missing mom so bad. Maybe this was the reason of him sleep walking. He's depressed. I wanted to cry. I didn't know he's still stressing over the loss of his wife. He must really felt so sad and lonely. I wanted to comfort him and give him myself so he'd forget for a moment. Against my better judgment though, I decided to behave my aśs. Dad's asleep, I shouldn't be taking advantage of him.

"Dad, it's me. It's Jenny."

"Jenny."

"Yes. Let me take you to bed." I slowly pulled away and looked at his still closed eyes.

His face was furrowed but his breathing was even just as how sleeping people were. I put my arm around his muscled torso and guided him back to his bedroom. This time, he moved and walked with me. Dawson was six five tall with a hundred sixty pound of pure muscles. He'd always been fit ever since I met him. He's so hot and sexy which always made me embarrassingly wet whenever I watched him.

We finally stepped inside his own room, guiding him towards his bed. Still slowly, I pushed him down the bed but his hold around my waist was so tight that I ended up atop him, my thighs straddling his hips. His coçk jutted out so mighty thick, long and proud squashed between my now soaking puśsy lips.

I couldn't stop my moan this time. He felt so hot and hard. Oh, God! I couldn't believe my luck tonight. With a slight move, I rocked my hips to create friction with our sëxes. My slippery cünt squished against Dawson's rock hard coçk. I froze, looking down at my step dad's face, expecting him to have woken up from that squishy sound. When his eyes remained shut, I breathed out a relieved sigh. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be doing this to him.

Feeling disappointed, I slowly swung my leg off of his waist to let him sleep alone so I could also go back to my own room. But Dawson also rolled, my leg got tangled up with his until I ended up beneath him, thighs spread so obscenely wide. The tip of his coçk was practically inside my cünt but not totally penetrating though. I could still save us both from sheer embarrassment if I move my hips to the side and released his coçk from the sticky clamps of my puśsy. Dawson's breathing became shallow. He's also moaning my name but he remained shut eyed.

"Jenny?" He moaned near my ear.

"Y-yes. Dad, I'm sorry. You're sleep walking again." Oh, God.

Was he awake? I couldn't see him with his face buried in my shoulder. At this state, my puśsy and the faucet have one thing in common, they both drip abundantly so. I'm so turned on that my juices were flowing down the crack of my aśs and into dad's duvet.

"I... I was only tucking you back to bed." I quickly added. "I didn't know how I managed to g-get here." I chuckled in nervousness. "M-maybe I should go so you can go back to sleep."

But my step dad didn't answer. His breathing returned to normal. Oh, heavens! He's back to his own dreamland again. That was close. Breathing out with relief, I slowly moved to the side yet Dawson was so heavy that I only ended up buried deeper in the bed beneath him instead. His coçk dipped deeper inside me too making me gasp out loud at the sensation I felt. $hit! He felt so good! So hard! So big! Oh God. I shouldn't. I mustn't!

Wiggling my hips, I moved again, eager to get the hell out of his bed or I'd lose my mind and fuçk myself to him. But that move was all so wrong. Dawson groaned, as if about to wake up that I held my breath in suspense. His head rose up only to rest it on my chest. His hips moved, bucking then falling down, thruśting inside me. So hard and deep that it hurt. His coçk penetrated me with one clean stroke, stretching me wide, reaching my cervix, balls deep in my juicy cünt.

I shut my eyes and bit my lip, suppressing my scream. $hit! That hurt! But oh, it felt so good, too! I opened my eyes and gasped, realizing what I've done. I did it! I've given myself to Dawson! I'm not a vïrgin anymore! But, would this be all? Wouldn't I experience the whole śex thing and get to orgaśm? He wasn't moving. I clenched and unclenched my puśsy around dad's coçk, easing some of the unpleasant sting that lingered with his sudden and harsh infiltration. What should I do now?

As if dad read my thoughts, his hips started to move again, wiggling in circles and stirring my insides. A deep moan vibrated through my throat, my puśsy getting all the more slippery with his move. Dad withdrew his dičk out only to slam back in me again, the bed actually shook and so were my muscles. His coçk left my warmth again before coming back with a full force and speed of a freight train. His diçk kept on coming and going in my puśsy, punishing me with hard blows, fuçking me so hard without mercy. In, out. In, out. His coçk was so long that he kept butting my cervix each time he plunged back in me with his forceful thruśts.

I whimpered at the pleasure and pain his coçk was doing with my cünt. Dawson was fuçking me so hard which a vïrgin like me shouldn't possibly handle. But I'm not complaining though. Dad could fuçk me this hard and fast and oh so deep anytime he wanted. I'd be very eager and pliant under his control. I'd welcome his diçk in my puśsy all the time. I'm his. My cünt was his to play. My body his to possess. My heart for him to cherish.

His head rose from my chest, his eyes still remained close but he's wearing a frown, too. I watched him in earnest as he continued plowing my overly soaking puśsy with his massive coçk. Reaching for his nape, I gently pulled his head down, trying if I could get a taste of his mouth. His head dipped lower, his mouth opening. Oh, some luck I've got! I swept my tongue quickly inside his mouth which he eagerly took. Without preamble, our luśt amplified when our mouths collided. Just like how wild his coçk with my cünt was, his mouth and tongue were just as merciless.

Dad plundered my mouth with his tongue the same way his diçk pounding into my now sensitive yet soaking puśsy. I couldn't believe I'd get this wet, it actually smeared around both of our torsos. I'm soaring. I felt like I was about to fall. The plight I reached became too much to bear that I suddenly crashed down, falling into my orgaśmic plunge. I pulled dad's head, kissing him harder to keep my screams in my throat. His hips kept its wild pounding, fuçking me deeper in the bed, stretching my orgaśm longer.

Then I felt Dawson's coçk swelled inside me. He'd been so huge already but now, I felt even fuller with his diçk about to blow. He thruśt one last time, holding his length still inside me, his tip was painfully smothering the entrance of my womb before I heard him groaned so loud. His coçk lost control, releasing his sëmen spürt after huge spürt into me. He resumed fuçking me again, just thruśting in, in, in and in! It's painful. It's so deliciously painful! His aśs clenching as he stabbed me again and again with his long fat diçk.

He'd stopped kissing me so I released his mouth and let him rest his head back to my breaśts. My quivering puśsy continued to contract around his twitching priçk, squeezing all of the seed from his balls. Dawson's breathing returned to normal once again. But his length remained inside me, still hard and deep and ready to fuçk anytime.

I only planned to get a little rest before returning to my own bedroom. But I didn't realize I fell asleep in my dad's bed, beneath his large frame with his raging coçk still lodged deep inside my wet messy cünt.

I woke up again when dad started rocking his body against mine. He's no longer having sleep walk. He's having a sleep śex now instead! And oh, I'd be happy to assist him and "allow" him to do anything while in this state. After all, it's bad to wake up a sleep walker or they'd be in danger.

With a smile on my lips, I widened my thighs more and let Dawson fuçk me again and again and again. We'd come countless of times, too. My puśsy was so full of his spërm that could possibly knock me up if I wouldn't take my pill. Maybe I wouldn't. Because I wanted his baby inside me. So we could be together, forever.

At five in the morning, I finally got out of his bed and back to my own room because he'd be awake by six for work. With a silly grin, I couldn't help getting excited at the thought of him sleep walking into my room later in the evening once more. I couldn't wait until I'd be sleep fuçked again and again, too. I'm so freaking happy!

When my clock stroke at seven, dad knocked outside my door. "Baby girl, breakfast is ready!"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute!" I yelled from inside my room.

Dawson's body became my blanket last night as he remained covering my light frame with his huge physique, his diçk insistently pressing against my cervix since he never pulled out of me the entire time. I didn't get the chance to go back to sleep when I returned in my room earlier. I remained awake, reminiscing how Dawson thoroughly fuçked me overnight. I also kept his spërm inside me for an hour until they dried up on my skin and my puśsy turned sticky before I washed his spending off of my body.

I came down the kitchen and Dawson was already sitting in the table with morning papers in hand. He hadn't change into his working attire, the white shirt snugly clung to his muscled body making me bite my lip. I quickly averted my eyes away to prevent getting caught and looked at the table instead. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, toast, bacon and eggs all mixed around the room making my tummy growl.

Dad peered from his newspapers before finally folding them to the side. "How was your night, baby?"

"So good!" I couldn't help but grin at him, taking a seat in the table.

He watched me with a thoughtful gaze before he smiled back and sipped from his coffee. I followed suit and sipped from my own hot choc which he made for me. He always made them delicious.

"You sound so happy. Well, for me I don't think I'd be working today. Damn! I got a very bad headache. I think I'll just rest and sleep this the entire day." Dad announced while wolfing down his toast and bacon.

I swallowed hard. My puśsy tingled at the possibility. Jesus! Sleep the entire day? I bit my lip and swallowed from my hot choc again.

"You can't possibly sleep the entire day." I said but my cünt was actually gushing out.

"Believe me, baby. I could." He chuckled, glancing up to me. "Maybe I'll just wake up tomorrow afternoon. This headache is really nasty. I need to rest it or my brain would explode."

$hit! $hit! $hit! Something else would certainly explode, daddy! Your balls would be exploding hot thick sëmen right into my hot dripping hole. And I'd be taking them all, not wasting a drop because I loved the feeling of my cünt being pregnant with all your white hot spending. I shivered and bit on my egg. $hit! I couldn't wait.

"Well then, if you're done with your breakfast, you can go upstairs to take your rest now. I'll clean this up. I don't want to snatch you from your deep slumber."

Dad grinned before dragging his chair back and stood. "Thank you, baby girl."

Dawson leaned down to give me a peck on the cheek before he left the kitchen.

Oh, śhit! I'm going to be fuçked in two days straight. I hoped Dawson really wouldn't wake up while having a śexomia.

(This one-shot is part of my S.M.U.T. Compilation that can be purchased in kindle, amazon and smashwords). Thank you for reading!