Fat Ass Stepsister Novels & Stories

She took it off the rack and headed to the fitting room. When she finished changing, she looked at herself in the mirror with clear admiration. It was a short black nightgown, falling slightly below the curve of her hips. The upper part was designed like a supportive bra with thin straps, while a sheer layer flowed beneath the bust, revealing black lace underneath. On both sides, there were two long cut-outs extending from the waist down. She looked dangerously sexy.

She was young, probably in her early twenties, with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor. She kept offering me various pastries I'd never tried before, each one more delicate and beautifully crafted than the last. I smiled slightly, touched by her thoughtfulness. "You really are taking excellent care of me." "But if I keep eating, I'm afraid I won't fit into my Luna gown before we even reach your pack." The Omega held the pastries with an envious expression, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Future Luna, let me tell you secretly." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

I watched as her creamy ass rippled with every step she took. As we began to ascend the stairs I was given clear views of my new stepmom's naked pussy smacking thick globs of my white cum between her lower pink lips like creamy white taffy as her thick ivory legs sliced back and forth to lead us upstairs. Karen's birth canal looked messy with my cum clinging to her hairy slit looking smeared white by my fresh breeding juices. As my stepmom ascended ahead of me her slicing legs caused globs of my sticky white seed to tangle in the thick golden fur surrounding her pussy.

It was a deep burgundy, with a cowl neck that draped softly over my heavy breasts and a skirt that clung desperately to my thick thighs and the soft curve of my hips. I wasn’t trying to be provocative, but I knew exactly how the fabric looked against my plus-size frame. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I just needed a glass of ice water before I had to face Arthur at dinner. I slipped out of my room and started wandering the second-floor hallway, looking for the grand staircase. The mansion was a maze of identical cream-colored walls and abstract art. I turned a corner, my eyes scanning the paintings, and practically slammed into a solid wall of muscle.

Pinned to his chest was the insignia of the Beta of Black Wood Pack. A wave of suppressed gasps rippled through the audience. Drew tried to run toward the control panel but was stopped by elders from his own pack. Their eyes were filled with accusation. In the footage, Lisa grabbed the Beta's hair and forced his head up. In her hand was a dark vial. She pried his mouth open and poured the liquid down his throat. The Beta struggled in agony. Lisa only laughed harder. Her shrill voice echoed through the hall. "Who told you to look down on me? Who told you to say I'm not worthy of Drew? Let me tell you something. Drew will protect me. Even if I kill you, someone will take the blame for me."

Lauren hadn't been ass fucked for a long time, her ex didn't like it, but she breathed in deeply as she knew how it could feel if done right and she really hoped she'd be ass fucked as she remembered. "Slowly bro... slowly. Fuck me slow once you're fully in... and then harder but not too fast." Sam couldn't really quite believe what he was hearing but at the same time he loved that he was being allowed to fuck his step-sister's ass which was turning him on far more than he thought possible. His cock seemed harder than it had ever been and he was watching gob smacked as his step-sister's ass slowly swallowed it all. He could hear Lauren breathing deeply and slowly and started to follow her in

Michael's POV The door creaks open under my weight, and time freezes. There she is, my step-mom Rosella, sprawled on the bed with her legs spread wide, that tiny vibrator buzzing deep inside her slick pussy. Her panties are shoved aside, exposing everything her swollen lips glistening with wetness, her clit peeking out like it's begging for attention. Her big tits heave with each breath, nipples hard and dark against her glowing skin, one hand pinching and twisting them roughly.

"Going somewhere, stepsis?" I hated the pleading tone in my voice. "Let me go. Please." "Now she's asking," he chuckled, blowing minty breath in my face. "How polite. Maybe my father was right about you after all." His lips were only inches away from my ear now, and he asked in a whisper, "Is that how you'll beg me to fuck you, little stepsister? In that sweet little voice, too? Because it'll happen at some point. We both know it will."

Chase thought sternly. It was only then that Tyga relaxed but the sudden erection Chase was having remained. Luckily, he had put on free pants. " Chase, meet your stepsister" Sylvia's voice drew Chase back to reality. Stepsister! She was his mate! " Hi! I'm Anastasia, but I'd choose Ana anytime anyday" she said with a very broad smile. Her voice was angelic, not high pitched like a mother, more of a soft seduction whisper. And her smile… Chase's heart was thumping in his chest.