The Case of the Sleepwalking Daddy

But no, it was too dangerous. He might just suddenly wake up as soon as reality no longer conformed to the dream. No, as hot as that might be, it was impossible.

But I was perfectly content to do what came next. First I reached down and grasped his cock at the base. Then I gently but firmly milked upward, alternately squeezing the shaft as my hand moved towards the tip. This produced a nice drool of pre-cum and I smiled. I was getting pretty good at this, Diary!

I used that goo and slathered it all over his rigid penis, enjoying his moans of ecstasy. I could feel my own pussy juice dribbling out onto the bed as I started pumping his shaft with both hands. My smile grew even wider at his reaction. I had turned this great big man into a flopping epileptic! He was moaning and thrashing all over the place!

Finally, I went for it. I needed to taste that tangy cum! I licked from base to tip, and then screwed my lips onto his cockhead, tonguing his sensitive glans.

After a few minutes of slobbering all over his engorged dick, I settled into a hypnotic rhythm. I had my lips fastened to the head of his cock, and I was sucking intensely, ready for the flow of sperm. With my left hand I was pumping up and down on his cock, which was slimy from pre-cum and my saliva. With each fist pump he let out a little "oh!" that I knew meant the dam would be breaking soon.

And of course with my right hand I was plunging two fingers deep into my body, imagining it was his cock there, imagining that the flood that was about to burst forth from his rod would instead fill my cunny.

And then it happened. I felt the base of his cock swell as his balls clenched and unleashed his load.

This time I was ready. I just sucked and sucked as his cock unloaded spurt after spurt of hot, salty sperm directly down my throat.

I was just a mindless little cum-slut. God how I loved it. Drinking down my dad's baby juice.

It sent me over the edge too. I could feel my cunt contracting as a huge orgasm swept over me. I buried those fingers deep and just enjoyed the ride. Sucking and drinking from my father's twitching, spitting shaft. I was an animal. A dirty little cum-slut. And I fucking loved it.

I just stayed in that position for a while, ass in the air, fingers buried deep, suckling on my dad's cock, while my orgasm slowly receded. After a couple of minutes, as usual, Daddy pulled me back up into that loving embrace.

It was so lovely. So perfect. Once again, after the animal lust had flowed through me, I was left with a love even more powerful. And a contentment. The kind of contentment that can only come from sex. No textbook can explain. When you give and receive pleasure with the man you love, it fills you with perfect peace.

I floated in that peace, refusing to let any sadness in. If this was to be our last night together, let it last forever. Let each moment be enjoyed to the fullest.

I snuggled happily against Daddy's chest and fell asleep.

The next think I knew, someone was nudging me awake. "Time to get up, sweetie," said my dad's low, gentle voice.

I opened my sleepy eyes. Squinted. It was bright out! Suddenly everything registered.

Daddy was still in bed with me! We still had our arms wrapped around each other, and... yep, I was still naked!

I looked up and into Daddy's eyes. He seemed confused and upset, but, being Daddy, he never lost control. I was literally incapable of thought. My fuses were all blown. I just sat there looking up at him with eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"This has been going on for a while, hasn't it?" he asked slowly.

I nodded.

He looked up at the ceiling a sighed. "I was starting to suspect." He looked back at me and mustered a smile, still clearly upset. "I've been having these intense, ultra-realistic dreams about your mother."

He turned and his face grew serious. "They weren't just dreams, were they?"

I shook my head no, waiting for the explosion.

He looked back to the ceiling, gathering his thoughts. "I'm very conflicted right now, honey, so please bear with me." He glanced back at me, then down at my rosy little nipples, then quickly away.

"What we have done is wrong. There is no question. It's against the law and against the morals of our society. Hell, of every society."

I felt my heart sinking.

"But..." he said slowly, "A couple weeks ago, as I was going to the bathroom, I passed your room."

My eyes grew even bigger.

"And I looked inside." He looked back into my eyes. "Do you know what I saw?"

I nodded, incapable of speech.

"Did I do that to you?"

Another nod.

He looked back up and expelled his breath explosively. I heard him mutter something about "goddamn sexiest..." before he clamped his mouth shut. I could see that conflicting emotions were warring within his mind.

Finally he turned his whole upper body towards me and took my hand in his. "You know I love you no matter what, right?" He waited for my nod. "And you know I can never be angry with you, right princess?" Another nod. "Okay then. Tell me everything."

And Diary, I did. Every single thing. I even got you out to help me remember exact stuff. I even told him about looking on his phone, and he blushed a little at that. I almost giggled. I've never seen him blush before.

But when I say I told him everything, I mean it. I also told him that I loved him. With all my heart. And not just as a daughter loves her daddy, but as a woman loves a man. I told him that I wanted him to be happy again. To finally let mom go, and to let himself live again. And I told him that I wanted to be the woman to share his life from now on.

The whole time, as I talked, he continued to stare into my eyes. As the words flowed from me, I could see they were having an effect on him. His eyebrows lifted and became less troubled. His deep brown eyes softened. By the time I finished, he had a tender smile on his face.

"This is really quite overwhelming, my dear," he said in his rumbly voice, "but I cannot deny one very important thing. Last night, for the first time ever, I felt that I was truly saying goodbye to your mother."

He snuggled his other arm more firmly around my shoulders as he went on. "You see, I did make her that final sandwich, just as you deduced, young Sherlock, and we spent about thirty minutes making each other cum, but you came home before we actually made love.

My face dropped. "Oh Daddy! I'm so sorry. I didn't know!"

He shook his head and released my hand, cupping my cheek gently. "No, of course not, my dear. It's not your fault. I can't tell you how many times parents get interrupted by their kids." He shrugged. "It's just a part of life." He held my chin firmly and looked into my eyes with a stern expression. "Not your fault, okay?"

I nodded again.

"So anyway, I guess I always kind of regretted that I hadn't planned things out better." He shrugged. "I've always wished I could have made love to her one last time."

He turned to me again. "But last night... I don't know how to explain it. I remember the dream exactly. It was so tender, so loving, so... perfect. Somehow, last night, I was able to understand that what we had was amazing. Special. And one last time or not, I needed to be thankful for what we had, not what we lost."

He looked into my eyes. "Do you understand?"

I nodded again. "I think so."

His eyebrows knotted. "What is confusing to me is the part you played in all of this. I feel free today. For the first time in years. I feel like I can mourn and say goodbye to your mother."

He was stroking my golden hair absently. "But I can't ignore the fact that you were the real life person that gave me those dream feelings. I can't ignore the thoughts I've had about you ever since I saw you spread-legged sleeping in your bed."

A hot shadow passed over his face as he mentioned that.

"But honey, you are my daughter. And no matter what I feel, this is wrong. Being a man of honor means sometimes we have to deny the pleasures of the flesh to do the right thing."

I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I knew it! His stupid honor was going to mess everything up! I almost started crying when I had a sudden thought.

I untangled from him and placed a hand against his chest. "You. Wait. Here."

He looked back at me with the high eyebrows of one not used to being told what to do. I hurried over to my dresser and got my digital video camera. I quickly plugged it into my computer system so we could watch on the big monitor. I pushed play and scrambled back into bed and into his arms before he could object.

I said firmly, "What happened last night was real, Daddy. And the love and passion was real. And if I may be so bold, I think it was my love for you that has finally set you free to live again." I squeezed him tight, as the image on the screen showed Daddy making an invisible sandwich. "I want you to watch. See these two real human beings, and the love and passion they share, and then you can tell me no. Then I'll accept your honor."

I could see emotions swirling though his eyes. He knew he needed to get out of bed right away and to a safe distance. His "honor" was no doubt shouting this! But he was intrigued. A video? And wasn't his daughter correct, he should at least view the evidence...

I'm telling you Diary, I could read his thoughts like a book.

Finally we sat back and watched. Obviously, it starts kinda slow, and I could feel him relaxing as we watched. But he tensed up right away as he watched his image lean in to kiss me.

From that moment forward, his bicep remained hard under my hand, as the tension hummed in his body. I knew he was fighting his own conscience. He should leave. Now. But there he was, licking the wet little twat of his little princess.

And those little husky moans were in no way ladylike were they, Daddy?

He stayed.

And when I began drinking the cum directly from his spewing cock, he swallowed loudly. His eyes were like saucers, and his mouth hung open. He looked dazed!

I glanced down. Yep. That beautiful cock was rock hard. I could see it straining against the fabric of his boxers. I was also super wet and horny. I mean, we made great porn together.

He looked at me and with an amazing show of strength and discipline, he took me by one shoulder and gently pushed me back, removing his arm from around me.

I literally gasped with loss and pain as he stood up next to the bed. "I'm sorry, sweetie, he said in a choked voice. It's just wrong and that's all there is to it."

I was about ready to cry. I loved him so much. But I knew him well enough to know that if he walked out the door now, this decision would only harden into law. We would never be together. The thought hurt so damn bad...

And that's when I looked up. At the picture of my mom above my bed. She was smiling that sweet, confident smile. The one that said. "You know I love you. Forever and ever."

That was it! What would mom do? I needed to be guided by her. Maybe she was even up in heaven right now, hoping against hope that her husband would find joy again. That her family could be happy again.

And so I did what mom would have done.

Before he could begin to walk towards the door, I jumped out of bed. I pointed a finger at him. "You're not going anywhere, mister."

His eyebrows went up again, but the ghost of a smile touched his lips.

"I love you and I'm going to make you happy. And helping you to get over our tragedy is just the start. What you saw on that tape is the new normal. So get used to it!" I said, in what I hoped was an authoritative voice.

With sudden bravery, I reached out and grabbed the girth of his throbbing cock and said, "Now come back to bed and finish what you started."

Daddy was shocked and amused and flummoxed.

But he followed me as I led him by the dick back to bed. All the fight had gone out of him. I was absolutely singing with joy as he let me lay him back on the bed.

That joy must have radiated out of my eyes and face because he looked up at me in awe. "You're... so beautiful..."

"That's more like it," I said with a mischievous grin. Then I reached down and pulled his beautiful cock out of his boxers.

Dearest diary, you don't need to hear all the details. It is enough to say that it was the most wonderful experience of my life. Angels sang. God smiled down upon us. Etcetera. Etcetera.

Hahaha. Just kidding Diary. Of course I'm going to give you all the details. That's why you're here, dummy!

First off, I just held onto his beautiful shaft and just reveled in my victory. I'm a gloater. So sue me. I knew he was mine forever, and I was so happy!

I lowered my head and ever so gently licked the length of his lovely cock. He literally shivered at the touch. I love having such power over such a powerful man!

I could feel my little cunny getting wetter and wetter as I worked on his rock hard penis. God how I love sucking cock! Or well, Daddy's cock that is. I just loved to take him into my mouth and feel the pulse of his heartbeat with my tongue. I could just eat him up!

I just kept getting more and more into it, slavishly sucking and licking like crazy. And he was feeling it too. He kept grunting and moaning and thrashing around. It wouldn't be long now...

But suddenly I felt strong hands on my shoulders, lifting me up. He pulled my face up past his heaving abs, past his thickly muscled chest, and up to eye level with him. He looked my deeply in the eyes and said softly, "You win."

I'm not even sure what happened next. One minute he was cradling my head with his hand as I laid across his body. The next, he was gently laying my head back on the pillow and he was towering above me. I could feel the weight of his body on mine, and I suddenly understood what was about to happen.

And I was scared! Sorry, Diary. There's no other way to say it. I mean, sure, I wanted him and all, but I had no idea what that actually meant. Not in any real way. I was just an innocent virgin! And now this giant of a man was getting ready to violate me.

I started to wonder, is this really what I want? And the answer came from the strangest of places. Between my legs! My pussy was literally gushing. I could feel the liquid dribble out of my hot little hole like crazy. Yes I fucking wanted this. My little cunny wanted him inside more than anything in the world. Just the idea sent new thrills through my body. My Daddy's cock, buried balls-deep inside me. God how I wanted it.

He must have seen the hot need in my eyes, because he no longer hesitated. Looking directly into my eyes, he reached down and grasped his throbbing member. He gasped a little when he felt how hot and wet I was. I was SO ready!

And then he pushed it in. All the way to the root, in one slick penetration. My cunt was so wet and ready that he slid all the way in all at once. Both of our eyes went wide and we both said "Aaaahhh..." in a breathy rush. I've been told it hurt the first time, but I felt no pain at all.

I felt perfectly at peace. Perfectly filled. His throbbing cock was buried deep inside me, and it fit perfectly! Like a hand in a glove. I just laid there and enjoyed the sweet sexy feeling of being filled perfectly. Of being possessed completely by a man. And not just any man. My Daddy.

Daddy seemed to feel the same way, content to simply luxuriate in the feeling of being buried balls-deep in his sweet daughter. We laid like that for a couple minutes, looking deep into each other's eyes, just... feeling.

And then the moment passed. The need to be filled had been satisfied. Now my woo-woo was sending me new messages. It wanted friction. Thrusting. Twisting. Grinding. Now it was telling me it wanted raunchy fucking. Hard and slick and deep.

And that's just what Daddy gave me. Oh my God the deep pleasure he gave me! Each time his huge cock slid into me my cunny clenched at it, trying to draw it deeper, ever deeper into my tummy. And each time he pulled back, I shivered at the hot friction, and tensed at the anticipation of the next liquid drilling. I needed more. Harder. Faster.

Soon we were moving in perfect synchronicity. He was pumping fluidly into my battered little pussy, and I was moving my hips under him with exactly the same rhythm. I guess I was unconsciously giving him the best, deepest angle for penetration. With each deep in-thrust, I would hunch forward and present my pussy so that he could push a deeply as possible. God, it was heavenly. I didn't know a person could feel such pleasure!

And it just went on and on! Slickly thrusting and moaning in a sexy, wanton dance! I just couldn't get enough. I grabbed his muscular buttocks and used that leverage to pull him just a little deeper into my clenching center. Oh God. So good...

Suddenly, we passed some kind of threshold. We were no longer dancing some kind of sexy dance. We were now thrusting madly, insistently against each other. Desperate and full of out-of-control passion, we fucked each other like beasts. He just kept pistoning in and out of my hot little abused hole, and I just kept digging my fingernails into his buttocks, begging him to fuck me deeper, and deeper still.

Suddenly it hit us. Both of us at exactly the same time. We were riding higher and higher, on a wave of ecstasy and sexual stimulation, but we had reached the climax. And we hit it together. All of a sudden our brutal thrusting became more of a continuous, twitching in-thrust. I felt my hot little pussy spasming and gripping at his cock, just as he unleashed his lode in a hot torrent inside me.

I could feel his hose squirting and jizzing-off deep in my belly. Oh God how I wanted his cum. I could feel my pussy milking and sucking more of his seed with every contraction. It was like my pussy was a second mouth that just drank the sperm as fast as he could pump it into my body.

It was so fucking good. I lost all sense of my individual self, and for the first time in my life, truly joined with another person. We were lost to the world, my whole universe his spewing cock, his whole universe my clenching, spasming pussy.

It seemed to go on forever, just grinding into each other as our orgasms had their way with us. He just kept clenching up, shooting ever more semen into my tummy, and I just kept squeezing his cock with my hungry little hole. I couldn't get enough!

Slowly, after what seemed like hours, our orgasms subsided. Soon there were only aftershocks as one or the other of us seized up, causing just a little more sperm to flow into my body. It was so fucking good.

We must have laid there for another five minutes. Just riding the high of our massive orgasms. I loved having his cock inside me. It felt like it belonged there. It was home, deep inside me.

I was the most content I've ever been in my whole life.

Daddy's cock had softened inside me, lazily leaking the last of his sperm into my body. We just laid there holding each other tight, trembling and sighing. I was in heaven. I wish he could stay inside me forever.

So I whispered that in his ear.

I felt his thing twitch inside of me, and start to thicken. It was the most amazing feeling, to have him grow inside of me. Thicken. Lenghten. Soon he was rock hard again, and I was completely full.

If the first time was a raunchy fuck, this was truly making love.

He began stroking gently in and out of my willing sex, and I could feel the walls of my vagina grasping at him, trying to keep him inside.

He took his time, stroking slowly as his hands explored my body.

Oh God, those hands! Sliding over my body, making my skin tingle. Pinching and squeezing gently. Grasping my buttocks and squeezing them gently as his sweet cock moved liquidly in and out of my smooth grasping hole.

We fell into a beautiful rhythm, both of our bodies moving in perfect tandem. Both of us exploring the other's body with slow hot fingertips. It was the most beautiful experience of my life.