St Patricks Day Party Turns Into A Stepdaughter Stepdad Orgy

The clock struck midnight, signaling the start of St. Patrick’s Day festivities across America. In a modest suburban home, a raucous party was in full swing. Green plastic cups brimmed with beer, a pot of gold was hidden somewhere in the house, and shamrock decorations adorned every surface. But amidst the revelry, an unexpected twist was about to unravel.

In the corner, 35-year-old Mark, a portly divorcee with a receding hairline, was nursing his drink. His daughter Trinity, a 19-year-old blonde bombshell with curves that wouldn’t quit, sauntered over. “Hey Dad,” she purred, her eyes slightly glazed over from the green beer. “Having fun?”

Mark looked at his daughter, his eyes lingering on her ample cleavage threatening to spill out of her tight green dress. “Y-yeah, kiddo,” he stammered, adjusting his glass. “Just enjoying the party.”

Trinity smirked, sensing his discomfort. She leaned in close, her sweet breath tickling his ear. “You know, Dad, this party’s missing something. Something…exclusive.”

With that, Trinity reached down and grabbed Mark’s wrist, guiding his hand beneath her skirt. He gasped as his fingers brushed against her smooth, bare thigh, climbing higher and higher until they reached the warmth between her legs. She was bare and throbbing, ready for his touch.

“Trinity, what are you doing?” Mark whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he caressed her soft folds, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.

“Shh,” she hushed him, biting her lower lip. “Just enjoy yourself, Daddy.”

Across the room, Mark’s 23-year-old stepson Jake watched the scene unfold, his jaw dropping. Trinity caught his gaze and beckoned him over with a finger. Mark looked up, startled, as Jake approached.

“What’s going on here?” Jake asked, his eyes darting between Mark and Trinity.

Mark opened his mouth to stammer an excuse, but Trinity cut him off. “Jake, baby, I need you,” she moaned, reaching for his crotch. “I need both of you.”

Jake hesitated for a split second before surrendering to his stepmother’s charms. He grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing them as Trinity unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. Mark watched in a mix of horror and arousal as his stepson’s cock sprang forth, pulsing with need.

Unable to resist any longer, Mark joined in, sinking to his knees and burying his face in Trinity’s sweet pussy. He licked and sucked voraciously, savoring her tangy taste as Jake hilted himself inside her, grunting with each thrust.

The trio moved to the bedroom, desperate for more privacy. Mark found himself on the bed, naked and erect, as Trinity and Jake mounted him in a 69 position. He lapped at Trinity’s pussy as Jake fucked her from behind, the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and moans of ecstasy.

As the night wore on, the party outside slowly died down, but the one in the bedroom intensified. Trinity rode Mark’s cock reversed, her tight ass bouncing on his thighs, as Jake plowed into her from behind. Mark reached up and pinched her hard nipples, eliciting a scream of pleasure from his stepdaughter.

“Fuck, Dad,” Trinity panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Your cock feels so good. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Mark groaned, his hips thrusting erratically as he approached his climax. “Me too, baby girl. Me too.”

Jake grunted above Trinity, his balls slapping against her ass as he penetrated her deepest recesses. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled.

With a final, brutal thrust, Jake exploded inside Trinity, filling her with his hot seed. The sensation proved too much for Mark, and he too erupted, pumping his stepdaughter full of his own thick, potent cum.

As the trio collapsed in a sweaty heap, the sound of cheers erupted from the party downstairs. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

But in the bedroom, the real celebration had just begun. Mark and Jake traded wicked grins as they watched Trinity lick their mixed juices from her fingers, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Well, boys,” she purred, “looks like this party’s just getting started.”