Step Father Seduces Daughter Novels & Stories

My hand slipped beneath the surface, searching, and when my fingers closed around his cock-thick, rigid, skin hot even through the water-a pulse fluttered deep in my belly. I positioned him. The crown of his dick kissed the slick opening of my cunt, spreading my lips apart with a soft, wet pop. His hands closed over my breasts, squeezing hard, thumbs rolling over my nipples until they screamed. My balance slipped; gravity took over. He shoved inside in one long, raw stroke that folded a bright sting into the pleasure. A gasp tore out of me, half‑formed words scattering. “Ahh…fuck…Ger…” “Stop.” His voice dropped into something harder, his thumbs still circling my nipples like a cruel metronom

My step-dad After a good time of sleep I always wake up in the arms of Christ. I catch him looking at me Me: why are you looking at me? Christ: nothing you're just beautiful Me: Hmm I said nothing and I smile, without realizing it, he puts his lips on mine. His soft lips, he caresses my body with sensuality, he is very precise in his gestures. I moan all alone Christ: sorry, I .. Me: hush continue

Suddenly, she scoffed, and then her eyes were fixed sternly on me. "Oh, I see where this is going. You are trying to make advances on your stepfather. I knew that you were a little whore. Slut! I had known this all along! Always stealing the attention of the men in my life! You did that when I was with your father, and now that he's dead, you have set your sights on your stepfather. You're a sick child!" My fists clenched as rage rushed through me. “Don't you dare call me a slut! If anything, it should be you. You have a daughter, but you still feel it's okay to go man-hopping. You should be ashamed!”

Julian loomed over me, his thumb reaching out to trace the line of my jaw, his touch searing hot against my frozen skin. “I sat at that dinner table for a thousand days, Elara. I watched you go from a girl to a woman. I watched every boy who tried to get close to you, and I made sure they disappeared. I played the doting stepfather because I had to. Because the ‘claim’ wasn’t legal yet.” He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. I could hear his heart beating—steady, slow, and ruthless. “But she’s in the ground now. The bridge is burned. I don’t have to call you ‘daughter’ anymore. And you sure as hell don’t have to call me ‘father.’”

Cain squeezes and my stepfather turns purple. "Don't kill him!" I shout, and Cain looks down at me. "You okay, baby?" "Yeah, Daddy, I'm okay." My stepfather looks between the two of us, and Cain tosses him to the ground. He coughs and spits as he tries to catch his breath. Cain stands over him menacingly. "She's mine now. You got that?" he growls, and my stepfather crawls back against the wall. "She's packing her bag and she's never coming back. I won't keep her from her mama, but I'll keep her from a piece of shit like you."

His hand went still on my waistband but he didn't let go‚ his dark eyes burning into mine from inches away while his jaw worked like he was physically restraining himself. I grabbed his tie. Wrapped it once around my fist. Pulled him closer until his mouth was right there against mine and I dragged my tongue slowly across his bottom lip‚ tasting him‚ feeling him shudder under my grip. "We are nothing other than a stepdaughter and a stepfather who find each other attractive and fuck‚" I said‚ my voice low and steady even though my heart was slamming in my ears. "That's what this is. I want you. You want me. You have a wife. I have a boyfriend — who my mom likes and approves of‚ by the way. I

“So I thought… maybe… You know… she knows something is amiss between us,’’ he told me. I swallowed his length, then even though I reasoned with his fear, I was too horny to care about what my mother suspected or not. It was her fault to start with. If she had just allowed me to have a boyfriend freely, I wouldn't be stealing her man. “Between her and me... Choose," I asked my stepfather. I sucked him, swirling my tongue over the cap of his dick. I spat on his cock and licked it off. He grabbed my head, aiding my movement. He jerked my head down, bit quickly let go when I bit the cap of his dick. “You are too sweet to compare… to her,” he acknowledged like he was drugged.

He continued in a low filthy growl that made my clit throb, “Look at you Lara already dripping like a desperate bitch in heat. Your mother has been telling me for weeks how she catches you fingering that greedy little cunt while moaning my name. Now you are going to prove what a filthy incestuous slut you really are. Tonight your own stepfather is going to stretch that tight pussy wide open and pump the first thick load of cult seed straight into your womb while your mother holds your legs apart and licks your clit. Every single member of this breeding cult is going to watch as we turn their new vessel into a cum stuffed family whore who begs to be bred again and again until her belly swells

“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.”

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h