Bubble Butt Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

I’m the one devouring her; she needs to focus only on me. Her legs shake as I keep working her, sensing she’s close. She’s chanting “yes, yes, yes” when she finally shatters. I watch the first pulse of her pussy, then pull back, shoving my shorts down. After one firm stroke along my cock, I drive deep into her fluttering cunt as another orgasmic wave hits her. I groan at the searing, wet grip around me, vision blurring for a moment as I sink further. “Oh fuck. Oh my god,” my stepdaughter moans. She slaps her palm hard against the mat, the sound ringing across the patio. “Too big—you’re too big. Why—”

“Spread your legs, baby. Show us how sloppy your forbidden pussy still is.” I whimpered but obeyed, parting my thighs. Lucas immediately shoved two fingers deep into my cum-crusted cunt. “Fuck, Ethan… she’s still full of your load from last night. Such a dirty little cum holder.” Ethan leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, biting hard enough to make me gasp. “That’s because she knows deep down she’s our personal fucktoy now. Isn’t that right, princess?” “It’s wrong,” I moaned, even as my hips rocked against Lucas’s fingers. “I’m your stepdaughter… you’re both gay—”

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

I said. "No." She took a step forward, the silver blade pointing at Kael. "Dad, let her go, or I will stab you in the throat." Kael released me, staring at her as if she were a monster. "Lyra, have you lost your mind?" "No, I haven't. Dad, in our previous lives, this is exactly how you bullied Mom. You pushed her, insulted her, and called her worthless. In this lifetime, I won't let you lay a finger on her again."

I wanted so badly to have him inside me… I yearned for it. Spanking my round, soft butt, he turned me around and whispered into my ear from the back. “I’ll make you scream my name even harder.” Yanking off his trousers, he was stark n@ked in front of me. His abs were dripping with water from the shower. My desire got stronger. The bathtub in front of us was filled with water and petals. He pushed me into the bathtub gently, and I lay inside it, but with my face on the surface. Without hesitation, he got in too, and shamelessly, I parted my legs, waiting keenly to get screwed by the man who had my father killed. Am I going crazy? Does this make me an unfilial daughter?

I call her name, a pleading. “I keep replaying it, Daddy” she says, this time more boldly as she licks her lips. “The way you looked at me felt different in the shower, looked like you wanted to pin me against the wall and shove your thick cock into my pussy till I cry for God to save me” she says, still at her corner of the couch. I should make her stop, I should caution her, I'm her step father and she's my step daughter. We shouldn't talk about things like this, I shouldn't be getting a boner from my step daughter's confessions.

Well, my circle was still on, so he hadn’t achieved much. I watched him briefly before advancing. “Stepfather, huh? You really want me to call you Daddy?” Jesus, Elizabeth! That was just damn awful. I felt secondhand embarrassment the moment the words slipped out. But it was too late—I couldn’t take them back now. And besides, Damien hadn’t reacted. He was quite good at pretending I didn’t exist.

That way, she could move out and take Jasper with her. Which was why she was surprised to see her stepdad in her room one night. Along with her mother… And a camera… “I heard her scream one night, so I went to check on her,” Bunny said, blinking back tears as he remembered. “I saw my stepdad on top of her, doing what step-dads aren’t supposed to do.” He scoffed in disgust. “And Mom was filming it...”

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

"Come on, Teddy. You're good at this. I'm not. Help me out." "Why would I help you?" Her voice was cold. "You've done nothing but threaten me." "Because if I fail Dad is going to ask why. And I'll tell him his future stepdaughter was a bad influence. That you distracted me. Got me off track." I watched her face go pale. "Is that what you want?" "You would not." "Try me." I smiled. "Or you could just tutor me. A few hours a week. Make sure I pass. Then everyone's happy."