Todos los capítulos de Stepfamily Stories: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

Lisa left for her night shift at seven. I waited ten minutes, then texted him.She’s gone. In her bed. Naked.His reply was instant.Stay there. Don’t touch the toy. I’m using you myself.I stripped and lay back on her sheets. They still smelled faintly like yesterday—sweat and sex and the detergent that hadn’t fully covered it. My cunt was already wet, swollen from how hard he’d fucked me. I kept my hands on the pillow like he’d want and listened to the front door open twenty minutes later.Derek locked her bedroom door behind him. He looked at me spread on his daughter’s bed, cock already hard in his jeans, and didn’t bother with hello.“Legs up. Hold them. I want to see how much of yesterday is still in you.”I hooked my hands under my knees and pulled them to my chest. He dragged two fingers through me. They came away shiny with old cum and new slick. He groaned, wiped them on her pillowcase, and freed his cock.“Filthy. You slept in her bed with my load in you and didn’t clean th

I was on my back in Lisa’s bed at 7:55, naked, mouth open, the toy already out and shining on the nightstand. Derek locked the door at eight sharp, looked at me offered on his daughter’s sheets, and didn’t waste time.“Whole day. She’s on a double. You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve used you three times. Hands above your head. Throat first.”He straddled my chest and pushed into my mouth. The head hit the back of my throat and stayed until I gagged and spit flooded. He gripped the headboard and fucked my throat in hard, deep strokes, hips snapping, drool running down my cheeks onto her pillow. Tears streamed. I kept my hands where he ordered them and took it, cunt already dripping onto the sheets, empty and aching. He watched my eyes water and went rougher.“Hold it.”He buried himself and came with a rough groan, pulsing onto my tongue. I held the thick load, showed him, then swallowed while he stroked my hair. He didn’t let me rest. He shoved my knees up and slammed into my cunt

Hannah’s text came at 9:40 the next morning.Appointment got moved up. Can you go by the house and let Marcus know? He’s working from home. Key’s under the mat if he’s in the garage.I stared at the screen. My cunt was still faintly sore from yesterday, a low ache that hadn’t gone away. I typed back that I’d stop by, then drove over with nothing under my skirt.Marcus opened the door in sweats, no shirt, and looked at me like he’d been waiting.“She’s not here,” he said. “Garage is a lie. Get inside.”I stepped in. He locked the door, took my bag, and nodded toward the stairs.“Their bed. Now. Clothes off. You don’t get to stand in my kitchen acting like yesterday didn’t happen.”I went. Stripped in their bedroom. Lay back on the sheets that still smelled faintly like sex and detergent. He followed, freed his cock, and climbed over me without a word. Two fingers pushed into me first, checking. They came away wet.“Already soaked. You drove over dripping for your sister’s husband. Filt

Hannah’s ultrasound was at ten. She texted me at eight asking if I could “keep Marcus from painting the nursery the wrong color” while she was gone. I said yes. I was already in their driveway at 9:15, skirt and nothing else, the toy from her nightstand in my bag.Marcus opened the door, saw me, and locked it behind us.“Upstairs. Bed. Clothes off. Phone on the nightstand. I’m recording this one.”I stripped and lay back on their sheets. He set his phone against the lamp, hit record, and looked at the angle—my spread thighs, the marital bed, his cock already hard. He didn’t start with my mouth this time. He climbed over me, rubbed the head through how wet I was, and pushed in slow while the camera caught every inch.“Look at the phone,” he ordered. “Let it see you taking your sister’s husband’s cock in her bed. You’re going to come on camera. Then I’m going to fill you and you’re going to hold it while it records the leak. Say you want it.”“I want it. Film me. Finish inside me. Pleas

The text came at 6:03.Downstairs. Now. No panties. Door unlocked.I was already wet. I’d spent the last two days clenching around the memory of him and leaking into every pair of underwear I owned until I stopped wearing them. I unlocked the door, pulled my shorts off, and waited on the couch exactly where he’d bent me last time. When he walked in he locked it behind him and looked at the shine on my thighs.“Three days and you’re still dripping. Good. On your knees first. I’m taking the start of this payment in your throat. Then I’m finishing in your cunt. Twice. You hold both.”I dropped. He freed his cock—thick, already hard—and pushed into my mouth without warning. The head hit the back of my throat and stayed until I gagged and spit flooded. He gripped my hair and fucked my mouth in hard, short strokes, hips snapping, drool running down my chin and onto my chest. Tears gathered. I kept my hands on my thighs and took it, cunt clenching and leaking onto the floor between my knees