I Want to Stuff My Stepdaughter Full

There are a lot of reasons I shouldn’t touch her. I’m her step dad. And probably twice her age. But she’s so hot and curvy that I can’t help it.

(Stuffed by my Stepdad – Part 2 by Marie Young. This serial is best read altogether but each part can be read as a standalone!

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Jim:

When I got back home from having Thanksgiving dinner at my wife’s sister’s house, my new wife wasn’t there.

After insisting I come along to meet her older sister and daughter, she had found some stupid reason to get upset over nothing and so she’d left her sister’s house and had gone off drinking with some random guys she’d called up.

This was nothing new and I was used to it by now. She had played the part of a loving girlfriend during our short courtship but as soon as I’d married her, which was during a quick ceremony no one but our two witnesses attended, at my wife’s insistence, she had changed into someone who was barely recognizable. It was then that I found out by doing some digging and talking to some people from her past that she’d had a history of flitting around from guy to guy and was likely only using me for my money.

It was no wonder we’d had no wedding guests—no one would have taken our union seriously due to how many of them she’d already been through. Or maybe she’d been afraid that some kind soul would have warned me away from her!

I was obviously already regretting our whirlwind marriage. Except that that had been how I’d met Amelia, just tonight, for dinner on the eve of Thanksgiving. Amelia had inherited my wife’s beauty but none of her awful personality.

I’d been a fool for rushing into things with my wife and not investigating the situation earlier. But at least my disastrous path had lead me to her daughter!

Amelia was so sweet yet also sexy, and she was so damn curvy, too—I just couldn’t help but want to make her mine. And from the way she’d been flirting with me at dinner, I’d gotten the hint that the feeling was mutual.

But she wasn’t here, either. She was supposed to be staying with her mom and me here at our house while she was on Thanksgiving break from college, but she’d left.

At least she’d had the courtesy to leave a note, though. It was on a post-it note on the back of the door.

Mom- Went to Sheila’s for her Friendsgiving Dinner. Don’t wait up. -A.

It was then that I remembered she’d mentioned having plans after the Thanksgiving dinner at her aunt’s started to wind down. She’d seemed in such a hurry to leave, though, that I wasn’t sure if she’d been making them up. I was sad to see her go but I had a feeling it was because she was trying to fight off the temptation of wanting to be with me. I had been doing the same.

Despite her instructions—which were for her mom, anyway, not for me—I decided to sit down on the couch and wait for her. I had been needing to think about how good she’d looked in her pretty little maroon dress at Thanksgiving dinner, anyway.

I felt like I had been waiting for so long to fantasize about her—forever, even—although that was silly, since I’d just met her tonight. Still, it had been so hard to sit across the dinner table from her and not leap over it to take her into my arms and kiss her, touch her, fuck her. Although I knew we couldn’t really do that in real life, there was nothing stopping me from thinking about it, especially now that I was finally alone.

I let out a big sigh of relief as I pulled down my pants, unleashing my cock to the open air.

I thought about Amelia’s wide hips and small waist, her big tits and her plump ass as I began stroking my cock along its stiff, throbbing shaft, rubbing my fingers over the head at the top of each stroke.

Cupping my balls with my free hand, I started to stroke a little harder, putting a bit of a turn on each tug as I thought about all the things I wanted to do to Amelia.

I knew I shouldn’t even be thinking about this because she was my stepdaughter, and I was probably twice her age. Still, she was of age, and she seemed willing—and if not, I knew I had the power to make her willing, because I knew how to do things to her that would completely blow her mind and have her begging me for more—and she was so cute yet also sexy that it was impossible not to be tempted to think of her.

Pleasure washed over me as it never had before as I thought about her while playing with my cock, wishing I could stick it deep inside her pussy instead and claim her as my own. Amelia had certainly affected me more than any other woman I’d ever encountered.

Of course it had to happen like this—since I’d just married the wrong woman, and that woman was her mother, and she was very forbidden fruit.

Still, what would be the harm in tasting that fruit just a little bit?

I couldn’t help but let myself sink deeper into my thoughts of Amelia, just like I wished I was sinking even deeper into her undoubtedly tight little pussy in real life.

I imagined taking off her dress so that I could see her naked body. In my fantasy, her eyes were on the floor and she wasn’t daring to even look at me without permission.

She would know that I had experience and that she was to be submissive to me. And she would do so, happily, because I’d make her feel so good.

In my fantasy as it continued, I took her by both her shoulders and said, “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she’d whisper, and I’d slap her perfectly plump ass cheek and tell her, “That’s ‘Yes, Sir to you. Or yes Daddy.'”

“Yes, Sir,” she’d correct herself, but I’d spank her again until she said, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Okay, be a good little girl for your step daddy,” I’d tell her. “Because I’m going to pop your cherry.”

I had a feeling she was a virgin, although I didn’t know for sure. But I knew I was about to find out in my fantasy, and also that soon, I’d find out in real life because I couldn’t resist going after what I wanted, risks be damned.

So, in my imagination, where we were back in the same dining room we’d met in just a bit earlier this evening, I turned her away from me and bent her over at the waist. Now I could do what I’d been wanting to do to her, and claim her as my own.

Once her hands were on top of the table where I’d been eating turkey and thinking about stuffing her like one, I’d caress her plump ass. Her entire body would be on full display for me, waiting to see what I might decide to do, and letting me do whatever that might be. She was mine, all mine, and she knew it.

After a hard squeeze to her tits, and then on her warm, soft ass cheeks, I’d press my face into her sweet, pink pussy, devouring her like I was a starving man until I was bringing her to the trembling edge of orgasm.

I know I’d love sucking on her clit and so in my fantasy I grinned up at her, happy to see that she clearly enjoy what I was doing, too.

I bet she’d say, “Oh, Daddy, please take me now; please fuck me; my pussy needs you,” and so I’d slip first one and then two of my fingers inside her tight slit.

I’d let them sink all the way into her little pussy hole, up to the third knuckle. Amelia might wiggle a little, but she wouldn’t move away.

While working her hot little box nice and good, I’d punctuate it with a stiff, controlled spanking of her jiggly ass. I’d see that my burning red handprint making an impact on her lily white flesh. Then I’d give her another spanking as she started to cum. I was marking her as my own so that I could have her whenever I wanted her. And I’d feel her pussy juices running out all over my hand, as if confirmation of that fact.

Fully three of my fingers would now be stuffed deep in her sweet little cunt, like I was the stuffing and she was the turkey. Her tender lips would gently squeeze them as I worked them inside her. My thumb and one finger would be rubbing her clit.

In my fantasy, Amelia exploded with an orgasm, moaning out my name as she did so. Her body was shaking like a minor tremor sent rocking all around the room.

After leaving her where she was, which would be with her legs spread open wide and her wet pussy exposed and nice and ready for me, I’d go around to the front of her, offering her my cock.

I kept jerking off as I imagined her opening her cute, small mouth like a good girl and taking me in deep — far deeper than I would have thought she would have been able to do on her first try, but it was my fantasy, after all.

Sucking me strong and slow, she nursed me to a state of pure ecstasy in my mind. My huge load was on the brink of filling her throat. Two more pumps and that would be it. My thick, hot cum would soon flood into her mouth. My sweet little stepdaughter was doing her level best to swallow it all down.

“Good girl,” I’d tell her, praising her efforts. “Take your daddy’s cock, just like that.”

I’d leave my shaft stuffed down her throat until she would have drained it of every last drop of my cum.

Then, while holding her head firmly in one hand, I’d return to her pussy, which would still be warmed up and drenched and ready to accept my cock.

After turning her in the right direction, I’d hold her with her ass up and her head down. As I stroked my cock in real life, I thought I might even tie her up and fasten her wrists so that she couldn’t escape.

Once I’d assumed a position of pure dominance behind her prone and vulnerable form, I’d stroke the head of my cock against her warm, wet pussy lips.

With both hands on her hips, I’d slip in inch by inch, making her feel all of it. Although it would hurt for a minute, soon she would only be feeling pure ectasy.

She’d moan as I went in further, and I’d say, “Fuck yeah. Good girl. Take it. Take all of my big, hard cock inside that hot little pussy of yours. Open up your hole nice and wide for daddy and let me all the way in.”

Enveloped in her warmth up to half hilt, in my mind, I took her hips and started to move in and out of her, pumping her pussy with my raging hard cock until she moaned my name all over again as I finally let her cum again and again.

Then I’d fuck her harder, faster, stronger, until howls of pleasure were ripping through her as she trembled.

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” she called out in my fantasy. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, Daddy. I love how you fuck me! Your big cock makes my pussy so wet and I love how it fills me up. I need it there forever. Please, Daddy, don’t ever take it out.”

My cock would be pounding inside her and then I’d be shooting my cum into her tight little pussy, making her mine forever, until she collapsed, shaking and holding my seed deep inside her.

I knew one way of making sure I’d always be inside her, and that would be if I put a baby in her.

The thought of it made me hornier than anything ever had.

In real life, I came, wishing I could make my fantasy come true, and knowing that I probably would, one way or another.

Amelia may have been young, and she may have been my stepdaughter. But I was determined to fuck her now that I had seen her naked, curvy body. And I might just have to knock her up, stepdaughter or not. I might just have to go from step daddy to baby daddy.

I was pretty sure she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. Earlier at dinner, her perky nipples had been standing up high on her big breasts as if begging me to take her. I bet her pussy was dripping for me, too. And I was going to find out, one way or another, even if it was a very risky idea.

I was normally a cautious, reserved man, but when it came to Amelia, everything was different. She was worth the risk.

I wanted all of her, all the time, already, and I hadn’t even had one little taste of her in real life…

…Yet, I thought to myself, as I drifted off to sleep, right on the couch, with my cock in my hand still.

Perhaps part of me knew that Amelia might come back and find me like this, and help herself.

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The end… for now!

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