All Chapters of Stepfamily Stories: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Tuesday at 4:58 I was on my knees again, shorts already off, cunt wet and faintly swollen from Thursday’s load that I’d only half cleaned.Dr. Elena Voss locked the door, set her phone on the desk face-up, and looked at me.“You sent the picture. You held most of it. Good. Mouth first today. Then I’m using you until you can’t clench properly. Open.”I opened. She stepped close, hiked her skirt, and pulled my face against her cunt. I licked immediately—slow, thorough, tongue pushing into her the way she liked—while she gripped my hair and rolled her hips. She was soaked. I added two fingers, then three when she tugged harder, fucking her while I sucked her clit. Spit and her slick ran down my chin onto my chest. My own cunt dripped onto the carpet in a steady pulse. She came with a low sigh, thighs tightening, grinding against my mouth until I was light-headed. I kept going until she pulled me off by the hair.“Up. On the desk. Legs wide. I want to see you leak while I decide how many

LilaMom’s suitcase was still in the hallway when Marcus told me the rules.She’d left twenty minutes ago for a week-long work trip. The house smelled like her perfume and the coffee she’d rushed out with. I was in the kitchen in sleep shorts and one of her old t-shirts, barefoot, still half-asleep, when he came in from the garage. He didn’t say goodbye to her. He looked at me instead.“Lock the door.”I did. The click sounded louder than it should have. He set his keys on the counter and leaned against it, arms crossed, watching me like he’d been waiting for the car to pull out of the driveway.“While she’s gone, things change,” he said. “No panties in the house. You answer when I text. You come when I tell you to. You hold every load I give you and you don’t clean up until I say. If she calls, you sound normal. If she comes home early, you lie. Understand?”My stomach tightened. Heat followed it, low and immediate. I’d been wet around him for months—stolen looks, the way his hand li

The shower was already running when he walked in.I’d been standing under the water for ten minutes with three loads shifting inside me, fingers pushed in to keep them from washing out, phone on the counter set to record the next proof picture he wanted. The door opened. Marcus stepped in naked, cock half-hard, and looked at me through the steam.“Hands on the wall. Legs wide. I’m adding another one before you get clean.”I turned and braced. He stepped in behind me, gripped my hips, and pushed in through the water and the mess. I was swollen. The stretch still burned. He started fucking me hard, each thrust knocking me forward, the wet slap louder under the spray. One hand stayed on my hip. The other reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles while the water ran over both of us. I was sensitive. Every stroke dragged. I came fast, sobbing against the tile, gushing around him while he kept pounding. He followed with a low groan, burying himself and flooding me with a fourth loa

Dinner was eggs and toast because my hands wouldn’t stop shaking long enough for anything else.I stood at the stove naked, six—no, more—loads shifting inside me, ass and cunt both used and leaking onto the tile every time I moved. Marcus sat at the table in his jeans, watching. Every few minutes he told me to turn, spread, and show him. I did. The mess ran down my thighs in slow white pulses. He made me clean the floor with my fingers and push it back in before I was allowed to plate the food. We ate in silence. I sat carefully on the chair Mom used every morning. He watched me clench.Halfway through, her text came. Landed. Traffic’s bad. Home in two hours.He read it over my shoulder, then set the phone face-down.“Finish eating. Then upstairs. I’m not done, and you’re not cleaning up before she walks in. New rule for the rest of the night. You stay full. If she gets here early, you lie. If she asks why you’re walking careful, you pulled something. And after she goes to bed tonight

Cole was still inside me when the other two finally stepped fully into the water.I was bent over the pool edge, cheek against the warm concrete, cunt stuffed and leaking his first load while he fucked me slow and deep from behind. Jace stood to my left, cock already hard again, one hand in my hair. The taller boy—Knox—and the quieter one—Malik—had stripped and were stroking themselves while they watched Cole’s cock disappear into me over and over.“Switch,” Jace said. “She takes all of you before we leave the water. No pulling out.”Cole groaned, buried himself, and came again, pulsing a second thick load into me. He stayed deep until it started to leak back around his cock, then pulled out. Knox took his place immediately. He was thicker. The stretch made me gasp. He gripped my hips and started pounding, each thrust forcing Cole’s cum out in wet spurts that ran down my thighs into the pool. I came hard around him, shaking, gushing, and he followed with a rough sound, flooding me whi