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I’VE TASTED BOTH OF them. My stepsister and stepmother. Conquered and dominated the two most important women in my life like they were nothing more than cheap sex toys.
Which one do I prefer? That’s a tough call.
My eighteen-year-old stepsis, Cassidy, has the young, fit body, the ass and tits that are too big for her size and age, and a greedy little pussy that won’t quit. It stays wet and tight all while I’m fucking the life out of her.
However, my stepmom, Gloria, has the experience. She’s got the giant tits and big fat ass that looks so exquisite riding on my lap. She’s also cunning and conniving, which turns me on. She’s just as greedy for my fat dick as her precious little daughter.
They’re both my naughty little sluts. I don’t need to decide which one I like fucking more, because I plan on fucking both of them until they can’t stand straight.
Hell, I’ve already done it.
Yesterday, I woke up Cassidy with my cock in her mouth. She gave me a sleepy blowjob before I speedbump-fucked her on the bed and made her pass out. She was late to school, poor girl.
Then I rode her to school and forced her to shove a tiny vibrator up her pussy that I played with all day. When I picked her up she was wet and ragged, so I fucked her again for good measure in an alley on the way home, right on top of my Harley.
She wanted to go to a house party with me.
My stepmom had other plans. Sneaky bitch.
She said it would be weird for a twenty-three-year-old—me—showing up at a high school party.
She wasn’t wrong, I guess. But I knew her gameplan before she even spelled it out. She had me “looking at the pipes” under the sink after Cass begrudgingly left the house.
Probably so she could work up the courage to make her move.
What is this, her plumber’s porn fantasy?
Anyway, I made the decision easy for her. I seduced and fucked my stepmother so hard in that kitchen she was seeing stars. I plowed her ass until her gaping asshole was gurgling my cum.
I forced her to tell me how much better my cock was than anyone she’s ever had—my dad included. By the end of it, she was wailing and screaming my name while trembling with climax after climax.
Now, it’s the day after. Saturday.
I’m only supposed to be down here, in San Diego, for the weekend. To “catch up” with my stepsis and stepmom, whom I haven’t seen in five years.
Oh, we’ve caught up all right. And then some.
I got to play out my pubescent fantasy of screwing my hot stepmom who is twice my age. I got to fulfill Cassidy’s pubescent fantasy of fucking me.
I’d call this weekend getaway quite a win.
For the last five years, since my dad died and I left San Diego to stake my own claim on the world, I’ve been making moves in Los Angeles.
The city where dreams go to die.
Except not for me.
I could have never expected to find myself where I am today in LA, but I can’t complain. Life is good—though Cass and Gloria don’t know the half of what I do a hundred miles up the highway.
They think I’m an actor. That I made it big in Hollywood—or at least reasonably big, playing bit parts and extras and such.
They’re halfway there, but I don’t feel like telling them the truth until I leave.
Not to mention, they haven’t exactly been waiting with bated breath for me to show them some of my work. I don’t think the two of them really give two shits about what I do in LA. They’re just happy I’m here, happy I’m so gracious with my cock, and happy I’m a complete sex fiend.
They are too. So we’re even.
I wake up with morning wood. Raging, painful morning wood, straining against my boxers as usual. All the horniness in this house has made me perpetually hard, it seems.
I’ve not only given my stepsis and stepmom the best sex of their lives, but I’ve also had the best sex of mine. At least top five.
And I still have two days to keep it going. Two days until I have to say goodbye . . . maybe for another five years.
No. After what we’ve done these past three days, there’s no way I’m waiting this long until next time. Fuck, I’ll probably be down next weekend if it means stretching my sister’s cunt wide open and feeding my cum deep into my stepmom’s womb.
That is, as long as nothing goes awry.
This isn’t my house, after all. So, in that sense, I need to please the head honcho. The showrunner—my stepmother Gloria.
She’s the one who will or won’t let me stay or come back. She holds all the power here, in some ways, though I have ways to wrest that power away from her.
Namely, making her beg on her hands and knees for another raucous session of ass play and face-fucking.
Unfortunately, Glor isn’t home when I wake up. During the weekdays she’s at work, and during the weekends she said she goes to workout early in the morning before all the kids can get to the gym.
I appreciate a woman who takes care of her body.
Makes fucking her all the better.
With Gloria being out and about, that means the house is left alone to me and Cassidy. A dangerous proposition if Glor wanted to keep me all to herself.
I get up and don’t bother adjusting my hard-on. It juts out to the side, stretching my boxers across my thigh and poking out from my hip.
I rub my eyes of all the sleepiness and hit the hall, then stroll down the way toward the stairs.
Before the stairs, I turn and open the door to Cassidy’s room. It’s unlocked.
I don’t knock. I just walk in.
Cass is splayed out in her usual position on the bed, asleep. She sleeps on her tummy, one leg stretched down, the other crooked up near her waist, bent at the knee. She has a pillow between her legs, like she’s been dry humping it.
My beautiful stepsister is wearing a tanktop and booty shorts. The hem of the shorts rides up her fat ass, exposing the bottom curve of her luscious cheeks. I can almost see the outline of her pussy through the leg-holes. She’s wearing a pink thong—the same one I saw her leave with last night—that similarly rides up her hips. Her white tank top curves around the swell of her tits, nice and snug.
She’s practically facedown in her pillow, hands and arms tucked underneath it, looking incredibly relaxed.
A soft snore comes out of her puffy lips.
It’s almost nine and she’s still out. She must have had a doozy of a night at the house party.
I feel like finding out.
I walk to the side of the bed. Watching her sleep so peacefully, I almost feel bad about how savagely I’m going to wake her up.
Almost.