Teen Stepdaughters Fight Over Who Gets to Fuck Stepdaddy – Dadlust

The Taboo Tussle

The air in the living room was thick with tension, as if the very molecules of oxygen had become electrified, ready to ignite at any moment. Two young women, stepsisters by virtue of marriage rather than blood, stood facing each other. Their chests heaved, hair disheveled, eyes flashing with a primal hunger that belied their innocent facades.

“Over my dead body, you homewrecking harlot!” spat Hayley, the eldest of the two. Her amber eyes, usually so warm and inviting, narrowed into slits of pure malice as she glared at her stepsister, Lily.

“You’re just jealous, Hayley,” Lily retorted, tossing her wavy chestnut locks over her shoulder. “I hear him moaning my name at night when he thinks no one’s listening. He can’t get enough of me!”

Hayley’s cheeks flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment was unclear. She lunged forward, grabbing Lily by the throat and slamming her against the wall. The portrait of their parents – a man twice their age and a woman barely older than themselves – rattled precariously before settling back into place.

“You bitch!” Lily gasped, clawing at Hayley’s wrists. “Get off me, you psycho!”

For a moment, the idea of having Prince Charming all to myself seemed intoxicating. I could dress up in my finest gown and attend lavish balls where the prince would sweep me off my feet and declare his undying love. We would elope under the moon’s gentle glow, leaving behind a kingdom incredulous at their fated turn of events.

It was a beautiful fantasy, but one that could never come to pass in reality. Not for me.

Not when jealous rivals threatened to expose the secrets that could destroy everything I held dear.

I stood before the wooden door that separated me from the chaos unfolding beyond, my heart pounding in my chest. The screaming and the sounds of scuffling had ceased, but I knew that my presence was required.

The door creaked open, revealing a scene of utter devastation. The living room was in shambles, furniture overturned and decorative knick-knacks shattered beneath the weight of the tempest that had consumed its occupants.

Hayley and Lily stood side by side, their once perfect faces marred by scratches and bruises. Their clothes were disheveled, buttons torn from their blouses to reveal the lacy undergarments beneath. They glared at me, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desperation.

“Daddy,” they whispered in unison, their voices barely above a whisper.

I stepped into the room, my eyes scanning the destruction before me. I felt a sense of guilt wash over me, for I knew that I was the cause of this chaos. The object of their affections, the reason for their shared obsession.

Walking toward them, I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Hayley’s face. She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Shh,” I soothed, my voice low and commanding. “There’s no need for all this fighting. I belong to both of you.”

Lily let out a whimper, pressing herself against my other side. I wrapped an arm around each of their waists, pulling them close. They melted into my embrace, their bodies molding against my own as if they were two halves of a whole.

“You’re ours, Daddy,” they breathed in unison, their voices filled with possessiveness. “No one else can have you.”

I leaned down, my lips brushing against the shell of Hayley’s ear. “Prove it,” I whispered, my voice laced with desire.

Hayley’s eyes flashed with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. She grabbed my shirt, pulling me into a searing kiss that left me breathless. Her tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every inch of me as if she were a starving woman desperate for sustenance.

Lily growled, pulling me away from Hayley and claiming my mouth for herself. Her kiss was just as fierce, just as passionate, but there was a desperation in it that made my heart race.

I knew that I couldn’t choose between them. They were both a part of me, their very existence woven into the fabric of my being. I needed them both, and they knew it.

Hayley tugged at my belt, her small hands fumbling with the buckle. Lily’s hands roamed my chest, her fingers teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt.

“Clothes off, Daddy,” they demanded, their voices a singular, commanding tone.

I complied, stripping off my shirt and tossing it aside. I can’t help but feel like walking sex on a stick… a fuel injection for their libidos. As I stood there, head swimming from the intensity of the mood, they rake their eyes over my physique with undisguised hunger.

Like wild animals they pounce, small hands and exploring tongues dragging over my muscles, nails raking down my back. Teeth nip at my neck as I groan in submission, one hand reaching down to squeeze a pert breast, the other palm swallowing a perfect bubble butt, pulling her in to grind against my hardening cock as she rides along my thigh.

The two frenziedly attend to me, Hayley crouching down to mouth my cock like a thirsty puppy while Lily rubs her naked pussy up and down my thigh, the sticky evidence of her arousal coating my skin.

Fuck, it’s intense. I’m in sensory overload, nearing my peak, when Lily suddenly switches things up Grab Hayley and pull her into a sloppy, spitty kiss, reaching down between them to stroke Hayley’s dripping slit.

Hayley gasps into Lily’s mouth as she shudders from the stimulation, tightening this grip on my cock. I’m so close to busting my load all over both girls…

These two sexy, naughty young women drive me utterly wild. Their shameless, taboo lust for me threatens to be the end of me… and what an incredible, sinful way to go…

“The prince!” Further down the page, you find that little detail just added at the last minute to make the search for this book more realistic. The text that directly mentions the prince is now,
“Cinderella, or The Little Glass Slipper, The Royal Ruler’s lust for his Cinderella” – there’s enough key information there to pull out those keywords with a search. Find it on some cheap self-pub ebook site for less than $1.99.

And there you have it – your handy, fun yet naughty book, now a seller at every retailer on the internet. I’d buy it myself, but you know… yadda yadda pervy moralizing yadda. Let’s move on.