Chubby Step Daughter Novels & Stories

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

“This womb belongs to Daddy now.” When the last spasm finally faded, I stayed buried inside her, savoring the way her pussy continued to flutter around me. I looked down at the beautiful, obscene sight: my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter sprawled across my throne, legs spread wide, royal pussy gaping and overflowing with my cum. Her breasts were covered in my bite marks. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction and submission. I slowly pulled out, watching with dark pride as a thick glob of my seed dripped from her ruined hole.

"That's it....fuck...just like that. Feel how fat my clitty is? It's always like that when I'm horny. " I get bolder, pressing on her clit harder. Her panties turned almost see through from how soaked she was. My own hairy pussy was leaking profusely again. This is your stepdaughter. Your stepdaughter. My head pounded with the words but I couldn't find myself to care. Who knew I would love rubbing another woman's pussy so much. "Push my useless panties aside, Mommy." She orders, her voice husky, needy. Gladly. I hooked my fingers in those yellow panties and pulled hard.

Mom: Louis needs space for his gear Me: what have I got with this? Mom: I just want to warn you and .. Me: do what you want mum, his equipment put it where you want I don't care I'm getting out of there again, he's pumping my air out. I have to go and cool off a bit Louis A few hours later, my wife decided to store my materials in her late husband's studio. Carla: I don't understand Ashley's behavior anymore Me: a teenager, when a stepfather comes into the life of a child that's how it goes

The hall was still not filled as more people came in. I caught sight of Mom and raised my hand for a quick wave. Hayley, who I still kept in touch with even though she'd moved a little far for college, would have been there but she'd promised to meet up for drinks for some girl time when she came back to town in another week or so. Carl and Evan sat beside Mom, and Evan was carry-ing our daughter in his arms. He was looking for me as well, and I thought he saw me, because suddenly he had on this blinding smile, and I grinned back, losing the nervousness as I started to feel excited.

"You pedophile!" "She's an adult, she's almost twenty-four and I have never had anything to do with her while she was still nineteen." He defended. "I...this...began ...recently." Justin stuttered. His manly aura which I admired failed him. "You're fucking my daughter! You're fucking your step daughter!" My mother screamed. "I was suspecting your bond. Was that what the trip was all about? Was that why my worker never gave me any feedback about you two?"

"Penny, I don't need you to remind me that Eve is my daughter. I'm sorry about what happened at school today, but I hope you can understand—Linda is an orphan. And you know how easy it is for orphans to be bullied at school. If I don't take her to school or let her call me 'Dad,' it would upset her." My heart pounded violently against my ribs, anger twisting inside me. I struggled to keep my voice low, not wanting to wake our daughter. "Linda is an orphan. And what about my child? She hasn't had her dad by her side her entire life. How is that any different from being an orphan? She's been waiting so eagerly for you to come home, and yet you were holding another child's hand at her school."

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

Addictive. But finally, I tried the mysterious step daughter step dad series.

Like there was no better place for a step father's cock than in his baby daughter's cunt. Dominic reached forward and grabbed his step daughter's giant tits. Like holding them was the most important thing in the world. Emily hated her big breasts, but feeling the way her step father pulled at them almost like milking her she suddenly glorified them. My Step Daddy loves my big stupid boobs, Emily thought to herself, and for the first time her D's made her feel as proud as when she brought home A's. Dominic drew back and Emily felt a strange sadness until her step father plowed himself back into her. Whatever lingering pain from that first penetration simply drifted away. Leaving only desire.