Sex With Stepdad Stories Novels & Stories

“Look at him. He likes what he sees. Keep watching yourself in the mirror, baby. Let Daddy see how wet you get.” Stepdad doesn’t speak. He just steps inside and closes the door softly, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes drop to my bouncing tits, to where Elena’s hand disappears between my spread thighs. The shame hits like fire, but it only makes my pussy throb harder. This is so fucked up. My stepdad is watching another woman finger-fuck me in a house we’re supposed to buy. And I’m about to cum. “Please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

I broke the kiss with my wife and gasped, "What the fuck, Stephanie?" "I want to make sure you don't run off on me like Fred did," she said, her eyes burning hot. "Men like younger girls. They like mothers and daughters. It's all over PornHub. He left me for a MILF and her slut, well... I have two girls who are over eighteen who want us to be a happy family. They want to be your lover." "You're so hot, Dad," purred Lacey. "I was so jelly of Mom getting with such a silver fox."

“Fill me up. Make me yours completely. I need it so much. Don’t stop.” “You love being my secret whore, don’t you?” he said, pounding into me deep and rough, the bed creaking softly under us. “While I’m married to your mother. Say it louder. Tell me how much you love your stepfather’s cock splitting you open and filling you with cum.” “Yes,” I cried out quietly, trying not to wake her. “I’m your dirty little stepson. Use me. Fuck me harder, stepfather. I need it. Please don’t stop. Fill me up with your load.”

“Tell me how it feels to fuck your own stepmom, baby. Tell me how much better my married cunt is than any girl your age.” Alex groaned, gripping her thick ass and thrusting up into her. “It feels so fucking wrong… and so good,” he admitted, voice rough. “Your pussy is tighter and wetter than any girl I’ve ever had. It’s creaming all over my cock even after I’ve already filled you twice. I can feel my own cum inside you every time I thrust.” Lena moaned loudly, riding him faster, her tits bouncing heavily. “That’s because your stepmom’s cunt was made for you,” she gasped. “It’s been waiting for your thick cock. Every time your father fucked me, I was thinking about you. Imagining it was my st

By this time, he was so close to her, behind her “now I want you so badly" He held Zara on her waist and kissed her neck this was all she needed as she melts into the hands of the man who was her step father now but once her lover, she chose the lover part and would stick to it “Mom's upstairs" she responded, eyes closed deep into her own escasty. “Well , we'll be fast and quiet as long as you don't scream" he was already undoing her undies from the silky nightwear. Just one finger on her core,she gasped. He smiled.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

"But I didn't make the first move," he said. "You did when you came into my room all naked ... with your dildo." "True," she said with a smile. "But when I talked to your stepdad during his lunch break today and told him about your spy camera, he said, 'Okay, he's apparently as much of a sexaholic as both of us are; play it any way you want.' " "Wow!" Was all he could think to say as he tried to get his head around the fact that he was suddenly living in a real-life sexual fantasy.

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

I won’t go and my mum can’t force me either. “Speaking about your soon to be hot step dad, you can’t deny that you find him attractive. Sexy and hot.” Lisa picked a piece of chip, rolling her tongue around in a sexy way that it was hard for me not to find it disgusting. “Just imagine all the naughty things you could do to him, and perhaps there’s a chance that he would continue what-“