Sex With Stepdad Stories Novels & Stories

I shut the door and leaned against it, breathing hard. Breed. The word wouldn't leave me. It tormented me with graphic images of my step daddy fucking the imagined image of Maya in my head. Maybe it was jealousy seeping through me, I have always wanted my stepdad from my teenage days, things had gone messy when I unknowingly caught him wanking when I was sixteen, that image of his massive dick has stuck with me till this moment, hunted severally by uncontrollable sexual desires, I’m eighteen now, probably should have moved on, but hearing he would be fucking another woman and it’s still not me, made me upset.

I have no idea how we’re going to keep doing this without getting caught considering the close call we had in the kitchen but the thought of not getting his cock again almost brings tears to my eyes. This isn’t love. It’s sexual attraction in it’s rawest form. That night, my stepdad sneaks into my room when mom is deep asleep. We don’t talk. There’s no time for that. He lifts me out of my chair by the window where he finds me, takes my place and arranges me so that I’m straddling him. It’s unbearably hot watching him struggle to free himself from his pants with his face caught in a wince like he’s barely holding himself together.

I closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion pull me under and sleep came fast. Warm, wet heat suddenly wrapped around the head of my cock. My eyes snapped open. A low groan tore from my throat before I could stop it. There he was—my stepdad—on his knees between my spread legs, lips stretched around my thickening shaft. He looked up at me with that hungry, obedient stare I knew so well. His tongue swirled slowly, teasing the underside as he sucked me deeper. “Fuck, Dad,” I muttered, my voice thick with sleep and growing lust. “Couldn’t wait, could you?”

"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.

****** 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 came again, muffled cries escaping as my body shook. Stepdad came down my throat, holding my head still until I swallowed every drop. Jake followed, pulling out to cum on my ass, his hot seed dripping down my crack. We collapsed in a heap, bodies tangled, the air thick with the scent of sex. Stepdad pulled me against his chest, his hand possessively on my hip. "Good girl," he murmured. "This family's closer now than ever."

"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?"

I shook my head back and forth, frantically trying to find words to defend myself, but my throat felt completely tight. “You are nothing but a shameless whore, Kaira!” she screamed, stepping right into my personal space, her breath hot against my face. “Liam is your stepfather! He is my husband! He belongs to me, and you went out there and stole him from my own bed without a single shred of dignity or shame!”

Not even if I tried. "I'm listening." "Well, I know we got off on the wrong foot but I want to tell you something." Boy, here we go. "My stepdad got my mother pregnant and then married her." He began. "He wasn't one of those guys that anyone could really count on for the long rodeo." "I'm guessing you're assuming I share similar traits with your stepfather?" I observed.

He stared at us briefly, then his eyes watered and he sighed deeply. "My stepdad happened," he finally said. Anna and I exchanged questioning looks, but we didn't say a word. We were waiting for him to continue. "My mom married a monster. She was too in love and wouldn't believe a word I said. My stepdad is gay..." he trailed off as he studied our expressions. "Your mother married a gay man?" Anna asked, her shock seeming to grow. I didn't react in any way. Hearing that his stepdad is gay, I could already guess what he was going to say next, but I kept quiet and let him continue his story.