I Plan to Stuff All My Stepdaughter’s Holes

I’ll claim her as my own and mark her as mine.

Note: This is in my Stuffed by my Stepdad serial. It can be read separately or all together with the other installments. Click here for the table of contents for the serial, which lists the reading order of the stories.

Also, if you have read my book Stuffed by my Stepdad, Part One, it contained some of these scenes but here I’ve expanded them and added a lot more steam, just for my Daily Sizzle subscribers to read for the first time! Thank you for subscribing.

-Marie Young

Jim:

After my wife leaves her Aunt Martha’s house, I hang out for a while, just because I don’t want to be rude. Aunt Martha’s a nice lady who deserves some companionship on the night before Thanksgiving. And she’s a pretty good conversationalist, too.

She asks me about my work in real estate and finance, and I try to keep the topic engaging because it’s pretty boring stuff, although it has earned me a lot of money. I’ve become a billionaire, in fact, although it’s not something I brag about or even mention. Instead, I focus the conversation on my daily work life.

In turn, she tells me about her prior work as an accountant for the local school district, before she retired a few years ago.

At one point, she says something about how her job helped her be able to keep the same hours as Amelia so that she could be home with her after school, and I’m touched by her generosity in caring for my Amelia.

My Amelia.

Fuck.

I’m already thinking of her like that, and I really shouldn’t be. I don’t want to give into my desires and pursue her, and yet I know that nothing is going to be able to stop me. It’s in my nature to go after what I want, and what I want is to pop her sweet little cherry.

I want to spread Amelia out on the dining room table and eat her like Thanksgiving dessert. I’d take my time, working her hard little nub nice and good with my fingers while I plunged my tongue deep into her tight little hole.

“Oh, Daddy,” she’d moan, wriggling around on top of the table. “That feels so good. Stuff your tongue further into my mouth.”

“Hey now,” I’d say, squeezing her clit, twisting and pinching it in punishment. My mouth would be away from her pussy now and it would be quivering in my absence, wanting my tongue to make it feel full again. “I call the shots here. You’re to do as I say. You’re not to tell me what to do. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she’d say, her cute, plump lips turning into a frown. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry for being Daddy’s little brat?” I’d ask her, as I spanked her pussy in punishment. “You’re sorry for not waiting for Daddy to give you an order?”

“Yes, Daddy, I am.”

Her pussy would turn redder and redder as I slapped it, which would be evidence of the fact that she was sufficiently punished. Only then could I return to the task of devouring it, now that my little girl was being submissive again.

I’d bring her to the brink of orgasm with my tongue and then stop, teasing her to the point of near torture before I finally let her cum as I sucked all that sweet nectar out of her pussy.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I really need to stop thinking like this.

I’m worried that I’m going to get another hard-on and that it will be embarrassingly obvious, so I finally tell Aunt Martha that I’ve got to be on my way.

Reluctantly, I turn my attention back to our conversation.

“I’ve enjoyed hearing all about your previous work,” I tell Aunt Martha. “And I’d love to chat some more sometime soon. I just need to be getting home, as I’m getting tired.”

“Of course, dear,” she says, standing up and walking over to the kitchen, where she starts wrapping up some food. “Make sure you take these leftovers. I want to make sure you get fed tomorrow for Thanksgiving. I’m sorry that Charlene left you like that tonight, and who knows when she’ll be back? She’s had a hard life herself so I just do what I can to make things easier for Amelia, but I know it can’t be easy to be married to her.”

“It’s fine,” I tell her, although the reason I think it’s fine to be married to Charlene is that I know I’m going to go after her daughter.

Of course I don’t tell her that part out loud, though.

“I appreciate the food and your hospitality,” I say, giving her a kiss on the cheek as I take the Tupperware containers from her. “I hope you have a very Happy Thanksgiving.”

“You too, Dear!” she says jovially, and as I leave, I think about what a wholesome evening I’ve just spent at her house.

Except for all the dirty fantasies I had about her niece, and the many ways I want to defile her in the future!

Before I start up my car, I see that I’ve missed a text from my best friend Ted.

“How’d meeting the new in-laws go?” it reads.

“It went fine,” I text him back now.

Especially meeting one of them in particular. A hot little number I intend to claim as my own!

I don’t send that part, of course.

I just think about Amelia’s naked body writhing underneath me as I fuck her after eating her pussy so well that she was begging me to. Because I’m still stuck in this fantasy of me taking my stepdaughter for her first time.

All I want to do is run my hands all over that curvy body of hers. And maybe slap it all over with my cock for making me need to do that.

How dare Amelia make me feel this way?

We could get into so much trouble if we were to act on these desires we have.

It’s enough to make me want to bend her over my knees and spank one of those perfectly plump ass cheek of hers until she’s crying and saying, “Daddy, please be gentle. I know I’ve been a bad girl and need a spanking but that hurts.”

“Poor baby girl,” I’d say, rubbing her naked ass cheeks and soothing the pain with the palm of my hand while I watch them bounce up and down with the rhythm of my touch.

I can’t help but think of fucking her there too—right in the ass. Sometimes my little stepdaughter is such a little tease that I might have to stick my cock in her tight little ass hole and shove it deep inside her, stretching it out for me and making that my own, too. Because I need to own all of her—every inch of every hole.

She needs to know that I can do whatever I want to her, I can defile her, I can stuff her full of my cock anywhere and everything I want.

But Ted doesn’t know that, and he doesn’t need to. That would only lead to him telling me to quit while I’m ahead. It would be sage advice and yet I’m not in the mood to hear it.

Ted knows that I’m regretting marrying Charlene and he’s been a supportive ear for me. But I know he would caution me against doing the very thing I want to do. And I’m not someone who can easily be dissuaded.

Anyone would try to advise me not to act on my thoughts, and Ted’s a reasonable guy who doesn’t want scandal to follow me. He knows as well as I do that it would look bad, really bad for me if I were to be caught fucking my new, barely legal stepdaughter, whether in her mouth, her pussy, or her ass.

So, he would definitely try to stop me from doing it.

Although he doesn’t approve of my marriage to Charlene, he would hardly think that this would be the way to rectify it.

I mean, who would?

So, I couldn’t blame him.

I know logically that I shouldn’t pursue Amelia, but emotionally, I know that I will and that nothing could change my mind.

Obviously, then, I decide not to tell him, because I don’t want anyone trying to stop me from doing what I want.

Instead, I start up my car and head home, hoping that Amelia might still be there, so that I can fulfill all her fantasies and my own, in the real, live flesh!

Hopefully our flesh really will become one tonight because I want to bury my cock deep inside her hot little cunt, and never come back out.

Amelia:

I might be too shy to start anything with my stepdad, I think. But he doesn’t seem very shy. Maybe he’ll just come up and grab me. Tie me to the bedposts and take what he wants from me, so that I don’t have to feel like such a slut for wanting it so badly…

“Hello? Earth to Amelia,” my friend Carly says, jolting me back from one of my many fantasies about what I want my new stepdad to do to me.

The whole time I’ve been at her house, I’ve been distracted.

“Oh, sorry,” I say, as I take a sip of my wine.

I’m not usually a big drinker but tonight I’m so nervous.

I can’t believe the thoughts I’ve been having about Jim, or how bad I want them to come true in real life!

“You okay?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah,” I tell her.

“I’m sure it’s probably stressful to be around your mom again,” she says sympathetically, and I nod.

That’s not really what’s bothering me but there’s no way I could let her know what’s really on my mind.

Wanting my stepdad to take my virginity is so scandalous that I can’t even admit it to my very best friend!

Plus, she’s right that it’s always hard to be around my mom, even though her hot new husband sure made things a lot easier!

“Thanks for being so understanding,” I tell her. “It’s nice to have someone who gets it.”

“No problem,” she says, pouring me some more wine. “Just relax! Plus, there’s someone special here you might want to talk to…”

She nods her head towards the kitchen, where some bigshot lawyer she knows is grabbing a beer from the fridge.

It’s nice of her to want to set me up with someone, but I’m not interested. There’s no way that guy could compare to Jim!

I down the wine quickly, hoping that it can distract me from these forbidden thoughts. But soon they creep back in.

I bet this lawyer guy couldn’t get on top of me like my stepdad could, ram his cock down my throat and tell me to be a good little girl and eat it all up just like I did the turkey at the dinner we just shared together.

I bet he wouldn’t be bold enough to tie my wrists behind my head and tell me to just lie here and take it while he fucks me silly…

“Amelia?” Carly asks again. “You sure you’re still with us?”

“Oh, yeah, but I’m just tired,” I tell her, noticing that my words are slurring a bit. “It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah. I appreciate you coming. I know that you said you might not be able to.”

“I think I’ll head home,” I tell her, wondering whether Jim will be there, and if my mom will.

Maybe this will be our opportunity to be alone!

I can’t waste one more second here when I really want to be there with him.

I was dumb to try to fight off the desire I was feeling for him. It seems like only a matter of time before we get together, and I want that to happen sooner rather than later.

“You sure?” Carly asks, pouting a bit.

“Yeah. But thanks for everything. Happy Thanksgiving, friend.”

I reach for my phone and start ordering an Uber. I’ll have to have my mom or aunt, or someone drive me back here tomorrow to get my car.

“Happy Thanksgiving to you too,” Carly says. “We’ll see about setting you up some other time.”

She nods at the lawyer again, who looks upset to see me start to leave, but I don’t waste another minute looking in his direction.

The man I want is at my house—or at least I hope he is—and that’s where I want to be, too.