Sex With Stepdad Stories Novels & Stories

He didn't bother to come closer to me, he stood where he was. I turned back and still saw his rigid member facing me. My pants became wet. I was secretly longing for him inside of him, but how can I commit such an atrocity? He is my stepdad, for crying out loud. Why would I enjoy having sex with him? I shook my head and took a deep breath, and then I faced the wall again. When I looked back the second time, I didn't see him again. I exhaled and lay on my bed.

Abigail’s Pov I never thought I’d end up here, strapped into a swing in our basement, my brother Cassian kneeling between my legs while my Dad’s massive black cock was behind me. My skin still stung in the best way, little rivers of hardened wax cracking as I squirmed, my pussy already soaked just from the way they’d been looking at me all night. Thanks to my stupid college boyfriend that dumped me… if not I would never have had a chance to have sex with my stepdad and brother.

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

CONTENT: Humping, cumshot, orgasm, deep fuck, rough sex, stepdad. Chapter 1 My stepdad has a look of pure bliss as we walk to our car. I trail behind him, my eyes wandering over his broad back and narrow waist, to those hard buttocks that bump up under his pants, and I feel the heat between my thighs before I look away. "Daddy, you don't believe what that guy told you right?" He stops at the car and sighs. "Madison, honey, you're nineteen. You're a grown woman."

“You’re twenty-one now, but… damn.” I wanted the floor to swallow me. My stepdad had just seen me jerking off to gay p**n. Specifically, to a scene with a huge age gap and domination. My heart pounded so hard I felt dizzy. Yet underneath the burning embarrassment, my cock hadn’t softened at all. If anything, being caught by Max made it throb even harder. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him quietly. The click sounded final. “Your mom’s not home. Good thing, huh?” He exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to the laptop. “That what you’re into?”

"Look, even if you get another boyfriend how often can you get together for sex...assuming you like him enough to want to have sex with him. You don’t have any boyfriend right now, anyway. I can fuck you whenever you want. Give you relief whenever you want. Let me tell you fucking is WAY more fun, and much better relief than you rubbing yourself with your fingers or hairbrush." How did he know about my hairbrush? Had he smelt the handle? And he's talking about fucking. My stepdad is talking about actually fucking me. Trying to persuade me to let him fuck me, no less! "So, what do you say? We can both help each other. I showed you how good I am with my mouth and my fingers." "Dad, do you know

I could feel my own pussy juice dripping down onto the sheets. He pulled his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, and it sprang up. Under his control, it swelled even thicker than when I fondled it. The head was dark and swollen. And I had never seen anything so intimidating and so beautiful at the same time. Literally! "I'm going to teach you a lesson," Stepdad said. Positioning himself between my legs as the head of his cock pressed against my pussy folds. "You're going to learn what happens when you tease a man like that. When you act like a little slut for your stepdad."

His words hung in the quiet elegance of our matrimonial room—the cream and gold walls glowing softly in the early light, the fresh roses on the dresser still fragrant, the neat order of everything reflecting his steady nature. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. The weight of secrets pressed down on me. I couldn’t carry them anymore. “Richard… there’s something you need to know,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Before we go any further. I dated your son years ago. Salvatore. Five years ago, to be exact. It was serious. We were in love—or at least I thought we were. But then… your instructions came through your insurance people. They told me I had to leave him if I wanted you to cl

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.

There he was. Dozens of thumbnails. Richard—my stepdad—fucking, spanking, breeding, choking girls my age while staring straight into the camera with that same intense look he gave me when I wore shorts around the house. Titles like “Caught My Step-Daughter Stealing My Credit Card – Punished Hard,” “Daddy’s Home Early – Surprise Creampie,” “Teaching My Brat Proper Manners.” One thumbnail was a close-up of his cock—thick, veined, unmistakable—buried balls-deep in a girl bent over a bed that looked exactly like the one I was sitting on right now.