Stepfather Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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 hated that it wasn't me he was thrusting into so desperately. And I hated that hearing him groan again after so long made me painfully hard. It wasn't supposed to make sense, it was actually disgusting, getting hard for my stepfather. But I couldn't help it. I wanted him. Desperately. So much that it was starting to hurt. My hand unconsciously slipped into my loose pants, my eyes closed and my focus on his voice, his grunts, his moans. That night came into view and I could literally feel him behind me, his hands roaming around my body as I stroked my cock gently.

“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.”

Her smirks and cold comments made it clear she was enjoying my misery. New patients had occupied the bed spaces, each one quickly learning about the scandal. My stepfather visited. He was hardened by years of labor, with deep lines on his face and a permanent frown. He rarely smiled, and when he did, it looked weird. He didn’t waste any time getting to the point. “Didn’t they say that people with bone issues should stay away from sex, or their wounds wouldn’t heal fast? All your life is just centered around men, men, men. And you’ve never gotten anyone to marry you. They’re always dumping you.”

"Hmm! Umm! Yes. You like that, princess? You want your p*ssy to be fvcked all the time, huh?! Um! Uhhh!” my stepfather said in a deep voice as he thrust into me from behind. I gripped the headboard of the bed tightly, resting my knees on it, and moaned loudly. He tightened his grip around my waist, swiftly riding me like a feral animal. We woke up late this morning, and he immediately played with my p*ssy. When I was wet and ready, he immediately entered me and f*cked me fast and hard.

No one was around to help me because Mom was away. My first boyfriend at school and my first sex when I turned nineteen. Down to the breakup. Maddy and Sapphire who consoled me. And my twenty-first birthday when I was dared by my friends to hook up with someone at the club and then I approached Calhoun, who had sex with me in the backseat of his car. Only to find out the next morning that he was my mother's husband, my stepfather, and also my mate.

“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.”

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!”

Annalise shouted. “What? Am I lying?” She shouted back at her. I got up from the chair and ran out. I couldn't listen to any more of their bantering. Why did the moon goddess have to treat me like this? What did I ever do to her? Why does she hate me very much? My mate was going to be my stepfather? What do you call the man who marries your stepmom? I didn't even know. Goodness, what sort of twisted life was this? Tears rolled down both sides of my cheeks and I felt Elena come forward.

A knock on the door makes me sit up in the bed, I'm ready for the night, hair washed and body eager, pussy already swollen and clit ready. My cunt is already slick and when the door opens, I find my stepfather there instead of my Uncle, oh no…he shouldn't see my like this but I don't cover up. My thick tighs are spread open and knees folded, my hands are behind my back and breasts jutted out, inviting the man to take of a forbidden drink. “Hmm, I was right” My stepfather mutters and the way his eyes roam my body sends goosebumps down my spine…what was he right about?