Sex Stories Stepdad Novels & Stories

He was a man in his prime, possessive and powerful, and I was starving for a touch that wasn't polite or familial. Ever since I broke up with my ex. I have been so sex deprived and in need of someone who could quench my hunger.The guilt of betraying my mother flickered in my mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the sheer, visceral need that had plagued me since my breakup. I stood up, intending to clean myself, when a sound pierced the silence. A groan. Deep, guttural, and unmistakably masculine. My room shared a wall with my parents' suite. Maybe the sound was coming from there but my mother was gone for the weekend, having headed to her best friend's house for a sleepover, and my stepbr

His voice floats down the hallway from the living room and he's laughing loud, the way he used to laugh with me before everything changed. As I move closer, I can hear he's on speaker phone with other voices. His college friends. The ones who still call him every week to talk about sports and women and all the things men talk about when they think no one is listening. "Bro, I haven't touched Michaela in almost a year." Sean laughs again, but this time it sounds cruel. "I literally can’t get hard for her. I've tried. It's like my dick just dies." The air leaves my lungs. His friends laugh and the sound is sharp like broken glass.

"You sleep now, baby. Get some rest so I can fuck you again tomorrow." And that's how our dirty little secret started. What my stepdad does to me is so demonic and it's like I'm addicted. I get even more excited every time he says I'm better than Mommy. He says he wants to get me pregnant, he's always dirty talking like that. Our fucking went on for days. As in every day sometimes three times a day. When it's just us at home, I'm just wearing a tshirt and no underwear.

“Dad, I can explain…” “Can you? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're about to make a very big mistake.” “It's not what you think.” “Isn't it?” He leaned forward, his voice deeper. “You kissed your step-sister.” “Well, in my defense, she is not really my sister…” “She is Elena's daughter. She's under our protection. She is vulnerable, alone, and living under the same roof as us.” His voice got harsher with each word. “And you're treating her like one of your conquests.”

"Okay, here’s the plan. Go to their mansion. Pretend you’re just there to pick up your leftover clothes from Xavier’s room. If the father catches you, act cute. Use that artist charm. Make him fall for you." "Luisa, that is so unrealistic. And besides, Xavier never took me to their house. He said his dad is almost never there because he’s always traveling for work." Luisa groaned, throwing her hands up. "Everything is 'Xavier said this' or 'Xavier told me that.' This is why you can't move on! You’re still living in his version of reality!" "It happened less than twenty-four hours ago, Luisa! Give me a break," I snapped.

My hand moved slowly at first, then steady, as I stroked myself. I bit my bottom lip and moaned softly, letting my eyes flutter close, the sound filling the room. I heard a creak. I opened my eyes immediately, but instead of shock and shame, a strange fire burned in my chest. Salvatore stood there, his frame tall blocking the dim light, his jaw ticking tightly. His eyes dropped and followed the line of my body, and I saw him tense as he fought to stay put. “Hi, Stepfather,” I said, smiling wide, my hand still moving boldly under his gaze.

"My friend told me his Daddy did the same thing! And the storybooks say that when you get a stepmom, you'll get a stepdad too!" Feeling like he was winning the argument, Felix beamed with confidence. Bradley, however, felt his temples pulsate. "Do those books also mention that a stepdad might treat you—" Felix interrupted, "No, they say it's better to have a poor but honest Mommy than a wealthy, deceitful Daddy." Bradley stared deeply into Felix's eyes and sighed. He playfully flicked his son's nose and said, "You little rascal, aren't you going to ask how I'm feeling after the surgery?"

****** Sam's stepfather continues using her body. There's no real plot here, just fucking. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy.

I opened my eyes only to see my stepdad lying on the bed, wearing only his boxer briefs, saliva dripping from his mouth as it fell onto my opening, while his eyes were lifted upwards and focused on me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I questioned, grabbing his shoulder as I tried to pull him back. Edward scoffed, arching a brow as he didn't break eye contact with me. "Tell me the truth, Clara-haven't you craved to see how good I can be when it comes to having sex?" he inquired, and unfortunately, I found it hard not to give him an answer. He smirked. "I know you want this more than anything," my stepdad purred. Then he lowered his gaze, slid his tongue out, and began to lick my cl

It was my sex crazed Mom and her *new man* Saying it aloud like that made me want to puke. My ‘stepdad’ so they’d call it. I mean he’s hot, assertive and mom’s like always horny but that’s not a good enough reason to constantly make out like I don’t exist ? It was their clothes. They were scattered everywhere—socks, jeans, a bra, t-shirt, loitering the stairs, living room and everywhere. Like some sex crazed teenager. I was headed to my room and just as I was about to get on the stairs “Oh yes, Dante—fuck” the plea tore out of my mother’s throat, ragged and needy.