An intruder forces me, at gunpoint, to deflower my little fourteen-year-old girl, and then he intends to take his own turn. My reaction is not exactly all it should be. There is a bit of a twist to this one.
"For every absolutely gorgeous piece of ass in the world, there is some guy who is sick and tired of fucking her"....Our "hero" reflects on and reacts to his need to fuck "strange pussy." Why now? Well, his delectable 14-year-old niece has just moved into his home. As a Stepdaddy story, you can count on a reasonably realistic seduction, a sexual assignation with a nubile teen, and a bit of a twist.
A Piece of My Mind # (2) A more outlandish, sexier, and funnier continuation of Rachel's adventures. The snooty bride-to-be convinces herself of the necessity to pull a train on her despised brother-in-law and his friends to guarantee her own "peace of mind" regarding her fiance's bachelor party.
Stepdaddy once posted the delightful imagery in this story in response to a[n adult] forum topic in which each poster offered the description of his or her ideal sexual fantasy partner. If you like Stepdaddy's usual "heroines", this girl might be perfect for you, too.
A Piece of My Mind # (1) When twenty-two year old Rachel hunts down her brother-in-law one Saturday morning to give him a scolding "piece of her mind," things don't quite go as planned.
A Piece of My Mind # (3) Rachel's adventures in self-delusion reach even more outlandish and erotic extremes. Read along as she justifies a variety of slutty adventures under the guise of feminism and sophistication. In addition to the codes provided, pregnancy and bestiality are hinted at, but not realized on stage.
A small city DA responds to a claim by 14-year-old Tamara Wong that her gym teacher has molested her. When it turns out she was only "crying wolf", the DA's inner wolf comes out in response. Justice is served, as are his awakened lusts.
In the dark of her bedroom, thirteen-year-old Lisa could feel, rather than see, the red flush of mortification crash over her petite body, like an Atlantic roller against a November shore. It may seem odd that she noted this particular physical sensation at all, considering the competing stimuli: her own bony knees pressing into her cupcake breasts, the sour, whisky-tinged breath wafting into her face, and the hundred-and-eighty pound man pinning her down.
