I had been trying to go to sleep for hours. The house I had grown up in was far too hot for my liking, especially after spending my first year in a freshman dorm that I managed to keep cooler than a meat locker.
After several failed attempts to drift off to sleep using my imagination (and scenarios involving the handsome thrice-my-age professor back at school), I threw the covers back and traipsed over to the small desk by my window. My door was pushed closed, but unlocked; I didn't worry too much -- it was nearly three in the morning. No one would be up and about at this hour.
Instead of trying to lull myself to sleep with more erotic fantasies, I decided to browse for good old fashioned porn. That, coupled with a quickie to relieve some back-home anxiety, would surely put me out like a light.
I slipped into the desk chair and pressed the power button on my laptop, waiting patiently as it booted up. Twisting in the chair, my long brown hair fell forward as I leaned down and tugged an overnight bag from under my bed; a few more personal items were tucked away in here, like some toiletries and rubbers, a private letter from a guy I'd been seeing, and the thing my grasp was seeking currently -- a thick, grooved dildo encased in a silky bag. Once I grabbed it, I pulled it free and set it in my lap. I was already feeling the first tinge of excitement just by getting my faithful companion ready.
It didn't take long for my computer to boot up, and within minutes I was clicking and browsing my way through some of my favorite sites. I'd started with an erotic story or two, mostly focusing on teacher/student relationships, and then one pop-up led to another. Eventually, while gazing at a hypnotizing video of an older man pounding into a co-ed, I felt my body tensing and anticipating what was to come.
The girl in the video looked similar enough to me to make it even more erotic. She was short, so tiny that she could have been mistaken for much younger -- which I was sure was the appeal -- and her long brown hair was straight. Fanning out behind her on the pillow as the old man pushed into her with fervor. Her small, B-cup breasts jostled with each movement, but didn't fling themselves up and down dramatically. They were small and pert, perfect handfuls which the man took advantage of.
I bit my lip as I watched, completely absorbed by the scene in front of me. I didn't hear the door to my bedroom open; didn't hear the footsteps as my father entered with a curious expression on his face. Unaware, I watched and began to let my hand delve between my legs, rubbing at my aching pussy lips while he stood silently in the doorway of my room.
The heat didn't really matter anymore; hell, I didn't think it was so hot now that my skin was on fire. Mom's idea of air conditioning felt pretty good, now.
My hand massaged lightly along the cleft between my legs, my panties already soaking from arousal. The lack of pajamas made it easier to slide a fingertip into my underwear, the digit delving along my folds and sweeping through the gathered juices as I began to touch myself. My video was nearing an end, so I frowned and quickly used my free hand to click back to the beginning -- back when the older man's cock was bobbing in and out of my pornstar lookalike's mouth.
I watched, rubbing my clit as the foreplay on screen aided in my teasing. I liked to prolong things a bit too much at times, rather than going straight to the finish line, and this was no exception. My quickie had turned into a full-on self-love session.
As the couple traded places and she laid back to let him lick and suck at her slit, I took the opportunity to get more comfortable. My shirt came up over my head, and my now-wet panties were pushed down my hips and kicked to the side. I spread my legs as I sat back into the chair, the head of the dildo resting there against my folds patiently. I leaned back, getting completely comfortable, as I recreated the penetration in the video. His cock was thick and hard, throbbing as it was pushed between her folds. He had to work at it a little, coaxing her to accept his girth, and I did the same with the toy in my hand. I glided the head along my slit, coating it in juices, before beginning to push it inside.
The soft, wet sounds were mixing with my heavier breathing, masking the sound of footsteps as the figure behind me drew closer. I'd taken all of the toy inside of me, the inside of my cunt squeezing and pulling it closer as my body reacted to the welcome intrusion. It was nothing like a real cock, but it would do the trick for now.
I sighed heavily, gripping the molded balls of the toy as I shifted my hips and began to move it in and out of me. My skin erupted with chills at a stray draft, but my mind was so lost in a haze that I didn't think to check the door. The draft, however, came again... and again, and I realized after tilting my head up that it was not a draft but the labored breathing of my father as he stood behind me.
My mouth fell open and I fought to cry out, to scream at him for coming into my room, to apologize pathetically for what I was doing -- but I was quickly rendered still by his dark, intent gaze. He was staring down at me hungrily. And, as I let my gaze wander, I saw that he had his hand buried in his pants, moving slowly over what I could only assume was a needy erection.
I didn't know what to do. I opened my mouth, but no words came to mind. What could I do?! I wondered if maybe he was sleepwalking, acting out naturally without concern of my presence. And my body was practically screaming at me to stop ignoring it -- the dildo was still plugged firmly inside of me, my pussy practically gnawing at it to move once more. I exhaled, feeling a calming sensation of 'who gives a fuck,' then turned my attention back to the screen as I moved my hips once more.
Somehow, it was hotter. More erotic, more of a turn on, to push that toy back into my cunt and pull it out with my own father standing over my shoulder. What was going through his mind? What if he wasn't sleepwalking? What if he was just as aware as I was, touching himself and watching me touch myself? The thought should have revolted me, but I whimpered softly and felt a new flare of desire shoot through my body.
