My Stepdaughter Begs Me to Stuff Her Full for her First Time

She shows me her pussy and tells me she wants her daddy to take her, hard, for her very first time. What’s a guy to do?!

(Stuffed by my Stepdad – Part 3 by Marie Young. This serial is best read altogether but each part can be read as a standalone!

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Jim:

The front door slammed open and then shut again at 2:30 am, waking me up from where I had been sleeping on the couch.

Startled, I jolted awake before remembering where I was and what had happened. Earlier, I’d been at my new wife’s sister’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. There, I’d met my wife’s daughter Amelia for the first time. Amelia was such a scrumptious little specimen that I’d wanted to fuck her right then and there.

It seemed that she’d felt the same way, as she’d been flirting with me all throughout the meal. But then she ran off, leaving the dinner early, as if to avoid the temptation she felt towards her new stepdad who was off limits. Or maybe that’s just what I was hoping. She’d mentioned going to a friend’s house for “Friendsgiving.”

My new wife had also run off, to go drinking with some random men. I had figured out that marrying her had been a very bad idea!

So, I’d come back to our house—where Amelia was staying during her Thanksgiving break from college—and wondered whether maybe Amelia and I could have some fun.

But she too was gone, having left a note saying she had left to go that friends’ house.

After fantasizing about what I’d like to do to her and stroking my cock until I came, I must have drifted off right here on the couch.

Now, I figured that whoever was coming in was either my wife or Amelia, and I was really hoping it would be Amelia!

I suddenly recalled what I’d been hoping for as I drifted off. I’d wanted Amelia to come in and see my cock, which was all nice and ready for her. Maybe she’d touch it, play with it, suck on it. I wanted to stick it down her throat and into her tight little pussy.

But now, whoever was here didn’t seem to be coming all the way into the house. So, I zipped up my pants. Then I went to the foyer and, to my great delight, I saw Amelia slumped up against the door.

She was sitting on the inside welcome mat with her shoes kicked off, her purse still clutched in her hands and her dress riding up her gorgeous, thick thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” I muttered, leaning over to help her stand up and then putting her arm around my shoulders so that I could help walk her to her room.

But in order for that to happen, I needed her to put her weight on her feet, and she wasn’t budging.

Apparently, she was drunk. I would have to discipline my new stepdaughter for being so careless. I hoped she had taken an Uber home instead of driving in this condition.

“Come on, get up,” I urged her.

“Shhhh.” She picked her head up slightly as she whispered. “Careful, or my stepdad might hear us!”

My brow furrowed as I wondered just who she thought I was. I was suddenly jealous and possessive, wondering if she might have a boyfriend.

“I’m not supposed to want to have sex with him because he just married my mom and he’s a lot older than me—old enough to be my real dad—but I can’t help it,” she confessed.

Her slurred speech trailed off as she leaned against me, letting me help her to her room.

I shook my head as I marveled at how far gone she was. She didn’t even know she was talking to her stepdad about hiding her secret thoughts from her stepdad.

Of course, I was glad to hear she thought about fucking me–that confirmed my earlier suspicions. And it also didn’t sound like I needed to be too worried about her having a boyfriend.

Her legs gave out halfway down the hallway, so I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way in. She felt so small and helpless in my arms. After pushing open her bedroom door, I gently lay her down on her bed.

It was still decorated like a little girl’s room, with a lot of pink paint and fluffy pillows. My wife had told me that Amelia had mostly grown up with her aunt—apparently she had been as absent of a mother as she was now being a wife—and so she hadn’t lived here for a long time.

But now that Amelia had moved out and gone to college, her aunt was having her house remodeled, so Amelia had come to stay with us during her Thanksgiving break, and boy was I glad she had!

I was definitely grateful for that bit of good luck this Thanksgiving.

Once I had Amelia safe and sound in bed, I stood up and looked at her beautiful, curvy body.

She might have been passed out, but she still looked gorgeous.

In fact, she looked so sexy I wanted to take her right then and there.

I shook my head, though.

What the fuck was I thinking that for?

She wasn’t in her right mind, and she was my stepdaughter, and way younger than me to boot.

But I couldn’t stop my thoughts any more than I could stop my cock from getting hard at the sight of her.

She was lying there with her dress barely covering her thighs, and with her big breasts threatening to spill out over her low-cut top. Her hair was messy and strewn all over her face.

Amelia definitely looked fuckable, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever been fucked by anyone else. I wondered if she was a virgin, and not for the first time.

I hoped so, because I couldn’t stand the thought of any other man touching her. I wanted to be the only one who could enter that little pussy of hers and do whatever I wanted to it.

Her pussy was mine and no one else’s. I wanted to make that happen, no matter what.

She probably wouldn’t like the idea of her older step dad fucking her, because her mom would be mad, and I knew they’d never had a great relationship as it was.

But then I might have to just rip off her clothes and look at her naked body and do what I wanted with it anyway.

I imagined her struggling as I buried my cock in her and held her down on the bed so that she couldn’t move. If she put up too much of a fight, I could always tie her hands and feet to the bed before I thrust myself inside her.

In my fantasy, I was determined to have my way with her whether she liked it or not.

But this wasn’t fantasy.

This was reality and I couldn’t fuck her undoubtedly tight little pussy unless she really wanted to. And I bet she would want to, considering how she was flirting with me and what she’d told me about having secret thoughts that involved me.

Perhaps she’d like to get back at her mom by fucking her husband.

Or maybe she just senses that I had a huge cock and knew what to do with it.

She moaned a little in her sleep and the sweet sound pulled me out of my thoughts. I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, telling myself that I would just wait and see what tomorrow held in store for us.

But suddenly she reached up, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down, before she started kissing me hard.

I froze in shock and then tried to pull away gently. But she held on tight, running her wet tongue along my lips.

She felt so warm and soft in my arms that I couldn’t help but reciprocate her kiss, just a little, relaxing into it.

She kissed me harder, her hand reaching for my crotch.

What was going on?

Was she so drunk that she didn’t even know she was trying to touch her stepdad’s cock?

Sure, I’d thought about this a lot, but it didn’t mean I should be doing it. Even though she wanted to.

At least I’d been right about that. She really, really wanted me.

Her hand cupped the bulge in my pants, and I groaned.

I couldn’t believe she was doing this, and I knew I should turn around and leave right now, but of course I had to stay.

My little stepdaughter was naughtier than I thought. I thought she was so innocent but apparently she turned into a nympho when it came to me.

I could barely focus enough to make a rational choice as she fished my cock out of my pants and stroked me with her hand.

“No, Amelia… God, yes… no… no.”

Reason washed over me again as I pushed her hand away and stepped back.

She lifted her heavy head and looked at me through her half open, unfocused eyes.

“Fine. If you won’t fuck me, I’ll just have to do it myself.”

At that, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide open, pulling the dress up to bunch around her waist.

I was almost too afraid to look, thinking I might be too far gone to leave if I caught a glimpse of her pussy.

My new stepdaughter who I wanted to fuck so badly was showing me her sweet little cunt.

Oh God, my cock was so hard.

It wanted to plunge into that pink wetness she was giving me a good look at.

It wanted me to start fucking her and never stop, no matter the risk.

But I knew I shouldn’t.

Just one peek, and then I’ll leave, I told myself. I just have to satisfy my curiosity first.

I looked back down in her direction to see her with her legs still splayed out as she continued exposing her gorgeous pussy to me. I told myself not to get too turned on, but I knew it was too late; I tried to lock down any thoughts that might run wild before they got too out of hand.

But all my strong resolve was shot to fucking hell as I watched my stepdaughter move her hand up to slowly play with her wet, tight, little pink pussy.

“Ohhhh, hmmmm,” she moaned, as she ran her finger along her pussy lips.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

I wished I could reach down and put my hand on her hot little cunt. But if I did that, I knew there was no way I could resist the temptation to keep going further.  I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this fucking hard.

I watched with bated breath as she moved herself so that she was sitting up against the headboard. Her legs were bent at the knees and her pussy was spread open and completely bared to me.

And I realized that all I had to do was take three steps and my face could be buried in that sweet, hot little cunt of hers.

“Jim!” her soft voice called out. Then she amended it to, “Daddy.”

Oh, God.

She knew it was me for sure.

There was no way she was mistaking me for someone else—she had used my first name. And the way she had added “Daddy” was music to my ears.

“Daddy, I’ve been a bad girl,” she whispered, looking up at me as she sank a finger into her tight pussy hole.

I looked at her with my mouth hanging open.

“Er… have you been, Amelia?”

“Yes. I’ve been playing with my pussy while thinking about you and your big, hard cock. I’ve been wanting you to fuck me so bad. I’m such a bad, bad girl.”

God, yes, she was. Bad and oh, so gorgeous.

I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her fingers as she was driving them deeper and deeper into her own pussy and then pulling them back out, drenching them with her juices and then slamming them back in again.

Fuck, if only it was my hard cock doing that instead of her fingers.

“Daddy. What are you going to do to punish your bad little girl?” she asked me.

I couldn’t believe what she was saying. She was drunk… but still, she was telling me she wanted me to fuck her.

“Well, what do you want me to do, Amelia?”

“I want you to make me choke on your cock. I want to give you such a great blowjob right now that it will drive you out of your mind with pleasure. Then I want you to fuck me… for my very first time.”

Fuck.

She really was a virgin and she wanted me to change that.

I almost came instantly at the sound of those words she was uttering. They were almost my complete undoing.

They almost made me want to follow my fantasy to its limits in real life, to get up on that bed with her and fuck her senseless while she was drunk and out of it, to take her and have my way with her even if she struggled or protested.

Almost.

I still had to behave myself. I couldn’t actually fuck my stepdaughter on the night before Thanksgiving.

Could I?!

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The end… for now.

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