Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

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HORNY TROPHY WIVES (Erotica)

Summary: Stepson trains his stepsister and mom as horny trophy wives.

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“Please, My Lord, please fuck me! I can’t stand it anymore! I need you to make me cum on your hard cock! I need you to cum inside me and fill me with your cock juice! Please, I beg you fuck me and put out this fire in my hot, horny pussy! Please, my Lord and Master fulfill my purpose; take my virginity and give me a baby!!”

I looked down at the strawberry blonde on her hands and knees before me, begging me to fuck her. In less than 72 hours, I’d done it. I’d taken my prim and proper stepsister Rachelle, the Purity Pledge Ambassador for her school and turned her into a horny little cunt begging me to take her most precious gift, her virginity and put a baby in her. All while her bitch of a mother watches from across the room. I’m gonna do it too, just like I told the bitch I would. Let me tell you how this all came to be.

First, my name is Zackery Lendi, and I’m a certified genius. No seriously, I graduated from University with three degrees by my 18th birthday one in Psychology, one in Finance, which was the one my father wanted me to have, so I’d be ready to take over his legacy someday. My dad is indeed that Lendi as in Lendi Financial group. Then my last degree was in biochemistry, which had always fascinated me. Looks wise, I’m about average. I mean, I’m not Hollywood leading man/Model handsome, but I’m not cringe worthy. I am in shape with a few well-defined muscles, think Lacrosse player; not gym rat. I was a bit of a social outcast because, well; I was always several years younger than my classmates. But I was rich and because of the worst time in my life, I was wealthy without depending on my dad, thank God. You see, my mom, who was from an old money family, died when I was ten and left all her family’s money to me in a trust, I inherited in two installments. The first installment when I was 18, the second just a few months ago when I turned 21.

The big downside to my life came about the time I graduated from high school. See, my Dad had been alone for three years, but started dating this woman. After graduation, he brought her to our home, along with her daughter. They informed me that Dad was engaged to the woman named Ruth After the wedding, she and her daughter, Rachelle, would move in and become my stepmother and stepsister.

My new stepmom was, looks wise, what they call a Trophy wife. Long blonde hair, full pouty lips, the biggest tits I’d ever seen, and well, the ass to go with them sat on top of long toned legs. However sophisticated Ruth wasn’t. She was a prude, to be honest, but a lovely looking, country prude. She was immersed in her church, and religion was what she lived and breathed. Most churches preach abstinence before marriage, but this church went way beyond that. They believed and practiced something called “The Purity Movement”. There was no dating, only courting in groups; and no male-female touching, not even holding hands. Hell they believed a couples first kiss should be their wedding kiss. To me, it was just strange, and I never fit with any of them, including my stepsister.

While my father was a shark in the financial world and definitely the Alpha male at work; at home, he was wrapped around my stepmother’s finger. She made all the decisions, and what she said was the law. Probably another reason we didn’t get along. I was strong-willed and smart and saw some of her beliefs and actions as stupid, however, like a lot of guys with my IQ level; I was very socially inept and didn’t do well at being tactful. We butted heads often and violently. Mostly, I think Ruth’s problem was I had this wealth that she couldn’t get any access to thanks to my trust fund. When I turned eighteen, my dad congratulated me on my graduating University with three degree’s and then informed me I had a month to use my trust fund to move out of the house. The reason: Ruth felt that having a grown man should be on his own. That was when Dad and I had a conversation that set me on the path I found myself on today.

“What the hell, Dad? This is our house, my home! How can you let Ruth do this?” I was so mad that I didn’t think before I made my next comment, but my Dad’s response totally shocked me. “Damn it, Dad, you give in to anything she tells you to do; the bitch must have some kind of magic pussy to control you that way.”

I almost missed the whispered comment before he focused on me again the simple whispered: “I wouldn’t know.” My brow drew down. Was Dad saying he’d never had sex with my stepmother? Before I could ask, he tore into in his business executive persona. “This isn’t up for discussion, Zack. Ruth has asked me to have you move out, and you will be moving. You’re an adult man with money. The first half of your trust has been released to you, and I’m giving you thirty days to find a place and move out. Your mother knows best in these matters.”

I was so pissed that I said the first thing that came to my mind. “My mother’s dead. Your wife made this decision. You just chose your fucking trophy wife over your only family. I’m out of here, alright. I’ll have a moving company come pack and move my stuff as soon as possible.”

That’s when I left and decided to get my revenge. I was going to use my degrees in psychology and biochemistry to make the step bitch pay for taking my family from me. I went to the bank, made arrangements to have the first half of my trust moved to my personal accounts and searched for the perfect house for my new quest in life. Ruining Ruth and her precious new life.

So, for three years I’d set up a company and done research in both biochemistry and in how to change a person with chemistry and psychology under the heading of research for my new company; New Me Life Coaching. I worked with people and helped them improve their lives. I used a hypnosis technique called Relyfe and some specific drugs that made someone more open to hypnosis. But a part of my research was into a type of chemicals that took the characteristics of female Viagra and increased it by about a factor 100, making a sort of super female aphrodisiac. My perfect time came just a few days after Rachelle’s eighteenth birthday, when our “family” got together to celebrate her high-school graduation that was coming up the next weekend. I saw Rachelle for the first time in years when she turned eighteen and realized my stepsister had turned into a smokeshow. Still, she was completely brainwashed by her mothers church and had even signed up to become a recruiter and college ambassador for The Purity Movement. Seeing my innocent adult sister caused a slight change in my plan. Why not use her to increase my Stepmother’s punishment and double my fun?

To help set my opportunity to fulfill my plans, I needed my father to turn his submissive tendencies from my stepmother to me. So, I went to see him at work with a dose of the drug I’d developed that would make him easier to hypnotize and slipped it into the glass of whiskey he and I always shared when I stopped in. After a drink, and a very successful hypnosis session, I was sure that family mealtime was going to help me with my goal. Yes, by the end of the summer, I’d be putting the women in our family in their proper place: Under me!

This is how the plan unfolded. I showed up for my stepsisters pre-graduation celebration dinner that was thrown because my stepmother didn’t want me at the party she’d planned after Rachelle’s actual graduation the next day. But this time it was fine for me, as I had two gifts to give my Stepsister. That was the only reason my step monster had bothered with this dinner, to get whatever I’d bought for Rachelle from me. They showed me into the formal dining room just like I was a stranger, and it had been years since they allowed me in the more family part of the house. I was seated beside my stepmother with my stepsister sitting across from her like Ruth was afraid my less than pious life would rub off on her pure daughter.

Even so, it wouldn’t matter soon because if my plan worked, I’d be taking all my sweet stepsister’s firsts from her. Rachelle would beg me to kiss her, to eat her pussy, to let her suck my cock, to fuck her tities and come on her face. She’d beg me to fuck her pussy and her ass. She’d keep begging me to fuck a baby in her, all the while thinking it was her idea. I’d make my stepmother watch as I changed her precious pure virgin daughter into my cock hungry fuck toy. Subsequently, when I’d corrupted my sister and made her my breeding slut, I’d break my stepmother and make her beg me for the same things. Then, after using them both to my complete satisfaction, I’d make my stepmom into my dad’s willing cumslut while she begged me to watch her take his dick up her ass. Maybe as the ultimate insult I’d even make her fuck us both while that preacher she thought so highly of watched her act like the fucking cum bucket she’d become. These are the thoughts that comforted me during the dinner. As my time was growing close to the end, I did my duty and presented my stepsister with her birthday gift. “Rachelle, I realized the other day that I missed your birthday. I wanted to apologize; I’ve just been so busy with a troublesome case at work it slipped right by me.” Then, I laid the rectangular blue box from a popular jewelry store in front of her. “I hope your gift will help you forgive me.”

I looked over at Ruth, who was salivating at what would be in such a luxurious box. “I know you’d agree with me Ruth that every young lady should own what I’m giving to Rachelle. Especially since I know that you never seem to forget to wear my mother’s at every appropriate occasion.”

Ruth glared at me because I reminded her that most of her expensive jewelry had belonged to my mom before her marriage. Rachelle opened the box and gasped at the short strand of perfect pearls I’d given her. They were almost a choker with a white gold cross right in the center. “I know how important your faith is to you as well, so I thought the cross charm was a pleasant addition.”

I could see Ruth’s jealousy that I’d spend so much money on her daughter, and yet I’d never given her jewelry. Which sat up the next part of my plan perfectly. “Ruth, I know I didn’t get you something for your birthday either, so I hope you don’t mind I bought you a little something too.”