Sex Stories novel Chapter 28

Since my stepfather seduced me, I am very happy in my current life. Sometimes it seems to me that fate presented me with such an abundance of quiet happiness for all the hardships I had to endure in childhood and early youth. Even when my stepfather Vladislav Ivanovich appeared in my life, the situation often escalated so much that I seriously feared for my life. But now I am enjoying happiness.

I have it all: an indescribable sexual partner and Murillo the cat. How can there be a family romance without a huge, fat cat? This beast loves to roll in our bed. I should put him out of this habit, but it is so moving that I allow it.

On Saturday night, when my mother is on night duty, in keeping with our new family tradition, I sleep with my stepfather in the family bed. Dinner was too satisfying and we were both overwhelmed. We will probably fall asleep now, snuggle together, like two huge cats.

Our fat cat Murillo jumps onto the bed and rolls onto his back, exposing his warm, fluffy belly to me. I immediately start scratching it.

"Me too?" Vladislav Ivanovich asks immediately, the notes of jealousy clearly creep into his tone. "Or should I scratch my belly?"

"I have two hands." I reply, laughing. "Enough for everyone."

And now I'm scratching his belly, tight from a recent dinner.

"Don't you think we overfeed the cat?" My stepfather asks thoughtfully. “Look how round he has become. If this continues, he will not be able to play his favorite game."

"What game?" I ask naively, blinking.

"The favorite game of all cats." Vladislav Ivanovich answers uplifting. "Lick the balls!"

I started to laugh. He got out of bed, took Murillo, and led him to a chair. The cat meowed in disgust, but then settled into the most comfortable chair, leaned over, raised its hind leg, and, purring loudly, began to bet on all cats' favorite game.

"So we'll have to put him on a diet." I said with a laugh, "If he doesn't lick his balls, the cat is not a cat. But you can get as fat as you want. I will always be happy to help you play this exciting game."

"What game?" Vladislav Ivanovich imitated me comically.

"The favorite game of all cats is licking their balls." I answered, sounding important.

With these words, I hugged him. I always keep my promises.

I can't resist the sweet expression of obvious need on his face and his erect cock.

I pressed my lips hard against this delicious sausage, which continued to swell, harden, and grow in size. And at the same time as my stepfather's cock tightened, my own nipples hardened. There was a pleasant tingling sensation in them, and the chest turned into a marble statue. The embers of my lust burned more and more. My stepfather moaned and began to caress the flesh of my breasts hard, but gently.

The orgasms followed. A whole series of sparkling orgasms that exploded like festive fireworks in the night sky.

Then I abruptly stepped back, held the erect penis in my hand and grabbed the entire scrotum of the stepfather in my mouth.

"Oh yeah." Shouted Vladislav Ivanovich. “Please don't stop. Swallow, swallow my cock! We have done it hundreds of times, but it never felt so good in your mouth!"

(continuation of the story in the next chapter)