Stepfather Erotica Novels & Stories

My stepfather approached first, older but still powerful, his cock thick and heavy as he pulled it out. “Your mother wants to see how well you serve the family,” he said, sliding his cock into my mouth while Cain positioned himself between my legs. Cain yanked the plug out and replaced it with his own massive cock, thrusting deep into my ass in one smooth stroke. I moaned around my stepfather’s shaft as they filled both my holes. The stretch was overwhelming—burning pleasure that made my eyes water. They fucked me in perfect rhythm. Cain pounding my ass with deep, brutal strokes while my stepfather fucked my throat. Mom watched from the side, fingers buried in her own pussy, moaning softly.

He sat down heavily on the edge of my bed, legs spread wide, and yanked me closer by the wrist until I was standing between his knees, the laptop balanced on one thick thigh right in front of us. The heat coming off his body was insane. My pussy throbbed so bad I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. He scrolled again, voice turning into this deep, dirty rumble as he read out loud. “Stepdad caught his little slut stepdaughter touching herself to thoughts of him, then face-fucked her throat until she gagged and cried, finally flooding her womb with thick ropes of cum so she’d carry his baby.” He looked up at me, breathing hard. “This is what gets that tight little cunt wet, Sophia? Writing

He shoved my bikini bottoms to my knees, gripped my hips, and rubbed the full length of his heavy cock between my soaked folds. “I’m going to fuck this messy little cunt,” he rasped, “but you’re going to stay quiet. If your mother hears you, I stop. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy— please—” He pushed in. Slow. Deep. One long, relentless stroke that stretched me open around every thick inch until his hips pressed flush against my ass. I bit down on my own arm to keep from screaming. My pussy fluttered wildly around him. “Fuck… so tight… so wet for your stepfather…”

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.

The profile of his face was perfect, as if he was a carving of some kind of god. And he was just as cold. He didn’t even look at me as I marched over and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. “These will kill you,” I complained. “It’s time to quit.” Levi paused. “Hold on.” He pressed the phone to his chest and when he looked at me, his eyes were cold. “Oh now you care about your step-father?” he sneered. I reeled, taken aback. “After you cut ties with me, after all these years, why bother pretending now?”

There was a glint in his eye as he told me, “And Daddy doesn’t pull out.” I bit my lip hard. I wasn’t on the pill, but I doubted if that mattered to him. My stepfather wanted to fill my pussy up, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him—not that I wanted to. I held on for dear life as my stepfather pounded into me, stuffing me full of his dick until I was screaming for more. My body bounced with each of his forceful thrusts, and he had to hold onto the chair to keep me from drifting away as he plunged over and over into my cunt. He had the look of an animal about him, a wild creature that desperately needed to satiate some dark desire. I was his vessel, his toy, and that was the t

And further, only inches away from the band of his briefs before he grips my wrist to stop me. “I'm your stepfather, Emma.” I bore my eyes into his. Our lips dangerously close as I flicker my gaze between his sexy eyes and even hotter lips. “But not my father,” I whisper, biting a bit of my lip. “What do you want?” I force my arm free out of his grip and satisfy my longing need to touch him. He lets me feel his dick through his briefs and I've never gotten any wetter just from a contact. It's veiny. And huge..fucking huge. I almost moan at the thoughts of the things he'll do to me with it.

I thought of the way he looked at me, the way he keeps trying to control me, how he moves around the house like he's been there ever since. "I want to have sex," I repeated, my voice dropping its playful edge, becoming entirely serious. "And I need my dear stepfather to catch me in it."

He broke off with a ragged breath. I looked up at him. Green eyes meeting grey. I didn't stop. I had waited three years for this. Three years of fantasizing, of telling myself I was sick for wanting my stepfather. But here he was now, hard in my mouth, and he wasn't pushing me away. "Bloody hell," he breathed and his grip in my hair tightened while i swallowed him whole in my mouth. His hips moved forward, just slightly, and I moaned my approval. "Finn." My name was a warning, more like a plea but I didn't care. He pulled me off. I gasped, a string of saliva connecting my lips to the tip of him. His chest was heaving and his eyes were darker now.

“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard nipples, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly fucked pussy. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… fuck, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”