Dean walked up the steps to the Foster's palatial estate. It was Saturday, time for his weekly "tennis lesson" with his boss's wife. Although they never actually played tennis, the only times he ever saw the court was when they were out by the pool fucking, Dean stilled had to dress the part. You never knew when Mr. Foster would make an appearance.
He was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a blue polo top and sneakers. Carrying his tennis bag he made his way to the front door when his cell phone buzzed. He pulled it from his pocket, lowered his sunglasses and read.
"Running late, but please don't leave. B there ASAP, I really need the workout."
The young man read between the lines. Mrs. Foster had become careful with her texts, never sure when her husband might read them, but Dean got the picture. Mrs. Foster was in need of a good lay and while she didn't mind sharing him with her best friend, or her sister in law, she was insistent that she was the first stop on his weekend trysts.
Dean opened the door to the large home and stepped inside out of the heat into the cool air.
"Let urself in" came another text from the cheating housewife.
"Already did,"he thought as he strolled through his boss's home.
Dean had almost begun to feel guilty about screwing around with his boss' wife but ever since Dean had solidified a position at the firm Mr. Foster had become more and more of a jerk.
After one particular meeting his boss had pulled him aside when Dean had spoken up and told him to,
"Sit there and keep your fucking mouth shut. I'm not paying you for your opinion."
Dean had wanted to quit right there, tell the old man to fuck off, but he didn't. Instead he made a few calls and fucked both Mr. Foster's wife and sister in law.
"On that very patio in fact," he thought as he passed the large glass entrance that lead from the kitchen to the back.
Dean set his tennis bag on the large island in the middle of the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He found a beer and opened it. Slugging it back he heard the front door open.
"Oh good, I was worried you'd take longer," he said, closing the frig.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Dean turned, but it was not Mrs. Foster. Save for the dark hair, the person before him was very contrastly different from Mrs. Foster.
A young woman, Dean guessed early 20's, stood before him. Where Mrs. Foster was shapely at around 5'5" this young woman was leaner at around 5'10". She clearly had a nice body, but in a very modern way as opposed to Mrs. Fosters classic, sensuous curves. This girl was wearing tight jeans with rips up the legs. She stood even taller then her 5'10" frame on 4" black converse all stars heels. She had on a tight black tank top, a wife beater in fact, and it showed off a full sleeve tattoo down her left arm. She had a smaller tattoo on her opposite wrist. The girl shared Mrs. Foster's long dark hair but this young woman's was pulled back in a ponytail, the front in a high poof and the sides of her head were shaved, almost like a mohawk. Her large sunglasses concealed her eyes but he imagined them watching him skeptically.
"Daddy issues much," the young man thought to himself.
"I work for Mr. Foster, at the firm." he replied, "and you are?" he asked extending his hand.
She did not take it.
"You work for my father?" she queried. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh I am giving your mother tennis lessons."
She removed her sunglasses, glaring at him with bright blue eyes covered in too much makeup.
"She is NOT my mother," she snapped back.
"Step mom?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yes." she answered.
"Makes sense," he added with a nod.
"What's that mean?" she continued, walking passed the young man and going to the frig."
"Oh nothing," he said, feeling he was already getting a good read of her.
Dean forgot that Mr. Foster even had a daughter. He remembered the photo on the desk in his office, but that was of a much younger girl, barely a teenager then. She looked a far cry from the tattooed punk chick before him. Dean had a feeling Mr. Foster preferred the younger more innocent version. Dean was pretty sure which he liked.
She pulled out a beer of her own, the fizz of it opening and the clatter of the bottle cap being tossed on the counter was the only sound. She drank from it, eyeing the odd young man in her house.
"I did not know you lived here," Dean said.
"I was in Europe for a few months, but even when I am here I am not usually here ya know?" she answered.
"Like to stay away?" he asked.
She just shrugged as she took another sip. She knew his eyes were on her, most men's were wherever she went, especially in the circles her and her family ran in. The rebellious young girl could create quite a stir at the country clubs. Something about this stranger gave her an uneasy feeling, how she probably made her parent's friends feel, she expected.
"Are you fucking my step mom?" she asked boldly.
"Excuse me?" he replied, seemingly unruffled as he assumed was her intent.
"Not that I'd really care, my dad probably deserves it," she added, leaning back on a small breakfast table.
"Some strong words," he replied.
"For my dad," she added with a chuckle, "Then you clearly don't know him well"
He had to admit, she had a point. The man could be a real bastard.
"Ehhh, you seem too milk toast anyway, probably spend all day kissing my dad's ass," she poked.
"I don't kiss anyone's ass," he said firmly.
She raised an eyebrow.
"No? You look like a preppy little weasel to me."
"What's so funny," she sho back, starting to get a bit frustrated.
"You think you got me figured out huh?" he smiled.
"I know your type, I meet one of you every year or so. Running around sucking up to my dad, even trying to date me to get in good with him," she continued.
"Trust me, I would not try to date you."
"He probably made you come here, give my step mom lessons," she added.
"No? You look pretty young. Does he have you running around, fetching his coffee, doing whatever you can for a few of his table scraps," she jabbed.
"What about you?" he retorted.
"What about me?" she said, agitated.
"Did you pay for your trip to Europe?"
"That's none of your fucking business," she shot back.
"Yeah you don't seem to be a big fan of mommy and daddy."
"He's a sellout and she's a whore, and she is not my moth..."
"Yeah," he said, cutting her off, "yet you have on designer jeans made to look grungy, a tank top that probably cost more then my rent, and what are those sunglasses? Gucci?"
"Fuck you, who the fuck do you think you are." she said.
Dean stepped a little closer.
"You seem really uptight for such a..." Dean smiled and gestured toward the young girl, "wild looking girl."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she held her ground but got a bit nervous as he approached.
"When was the last time you got laid?" he teased.
"Fuck you, you can't come into my house..." she started
"Your dad's house." he said, moving closer.
"Whatever. You can't come in here and talk to me this way." she pouted.
"I bet no one ever does. No one ever tells you to shut you're fucking spoiled mouth." he said calmly.
She slapped him hard across the face. He turned his head, closed his eyes, smiled, and turned back to stare her down. Her heart was racing, her chest visibly rising and falling, her blood pumping with a mix of fear and excitement.
Suddenly he grabbed her aggressively, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She fought against him until he let her go.
Her chest was heaving as she stared him down. She did not know what was happening or what to do next but she knew she could not let him gt the better of her.
"To answer your question, yes, I am fucking your step-mom." he pronounced.
His eyes bore holes in hers. She stared back with a wicked look.
"And you are right, your father is an asshole who deserves it." he said before kissing her again.
This time she dug in and bit at his lip.
"Uhhhh fuck." he moaned and he yanked her away.
Spinning her he bent her roughly over the kitchen table.
Her body slammed into the wood tabletop.
"Fuck you." she panted trying to push herself up.
With one hand he pushed her shoulders back down, and with the other he tugged her jeans down over her ass. He admired her nice round bottom held perfectly in a cute pair of striped panties. He had to admit for a skinny rich girl, she had a great ass. He showed is appreciation by giving it a nice firm slap.
"Uhhh you little shit," she moaned.
Dean reached between her legs and felt her sopping wet cunt.
"You love it, you are so fucking wet," he said
Her head snapped back, staring at him over her shoulder.
"Fuck you." she growled.
He smiled back, shoved his hand into her panties, and slammed 2 fingers into her dripping pussy.
"Uhhh shit" she yelled, closing her eyes and dropping her head to the table.
The sounds of her wet pussy being finger fucked echoed through the kitchen. She slammed her hands down on the table and pushed up, throwing her head back. Her back arched and she pressed against his hand.
"Yeah you like it don't you?" he teased.
"Uhhh noooo." she moaned.
He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her back further. His hand pumped inside her, stretching her panties away from her hips exposing her roud ass. It shook under the force of his fingering.
"Don't lie" he whispered in her ear as he slammed his hand against her harder.
He shoved her head back down, his hand sliding from around he throat to under her hips. He now had one hand in the back of her panties fingering her wet cunt, and the other stuffed in the front rubbing her clit.
"Uhh I'm gonna cum" she admitted, reaching back with her tattoo sleeved arm, her hand grabbing her ass, opening herself for him.
She was loathed to admit it, or would've been had she been able to think, but this litte preppy prick had her incredibly aroused.
"Yess you filthy whore." he spat, pulling his hand from between her legs and slapping the other cheek.
"Don't stop." she begged right before he plunged his fingers back inside her, her panties a wet mess stretched between her thighs.
He continued his assault on her tight hole and in a matter of seconds she exploded in an intense orgasm. She gripped the table with both hands, tensed and came all over his hand.
"FUUUUCKK." she screamed, veins bulging in her neck.
He watched as she came hard, shaking, her pussy like a vice on his fingers. When the sensation left her as she collapsed across the table.
Before she could recover Dean spun her around on her back, laying her on the table.
"You dirty fucker, leave me alone." she said, but her actions betrayed her as she assisted the stranger young man in removing her jeans and panties.
He yanked them off over her high heels and tossed them too the floor while her hands began work on his khakis. Dean noticed another tattoo running across her flat tummy. They were both breathing heavy as he pulled his shirt off and she freed his steel hard cock. She let out a gasp as she pulled it free and stared at it.
He smiled back down at her. His hands reached out and grabbed the neckline of her top. With animal lust he pulled and ripped the fabric apart, tearing it down the front and exposing her tits as ey bounced free.
They were perfectly round c cups, a big contrast to her step mom's fake DD's. He reached out, massaging them as she jerked his stiff pole.
"You like them huh?" she growled.
"Your step mom's are bigger," he taunted.
She swung to slap him again, this time he blocked it and gave her a smack across her cheek. She looked enraged.
She grabbed his head roughly and pulled him down to her tits.
"Yeah but these are fucking real," she moaned as he sucked on her erect nipples.
While he sucked on her perfect nipples her hands worked his large piece of meat, trying to pull him inside her. Dean pulled away, smacking her hand from his cock and replacing it with his own. She watched with great anticipation.
"You want it?" he asked, rubbing his cock across her pussy.
"Don't tease me you asshole," she growled at him.
"Say it." he demanded with a grin, slapping his fat head against her swollen clit.
She squirmed on the table, her hips rolling back and forth. He could see she wanted it.
"Uhhh please fuck meeee,." she cried.
Dean drove his hips forward, impaling his boss' daughter with his rock hard cock. She threw her head back and screamed out in pleasure.
She spread her long legs out wide as he pounded her pussy deeper then she has ever experienced. Her whole body was shaking across the small kitchen table.
Dean put one foot on the table, grabbed her by the neck, held her still and drove into her deeper then ever. Her muscles tighten as she gripped his arms, unable to even moan, she just hung her mouth open looking as if she were in pain. Trith was she was experiencing intense pleasure as she let this stranger fuck her brains out.
She turned her head trying to capture one of his fingers that gripped her neck and face in her mouth. He slid his hand closer and watched as she sucked his finger, unable to control herself.
"Uhh fuck baby you are so hot," he said.
She released his finger with a pop.
"Hotter than my step mom?" she teased.
With that he pulled out and yanked her from the table, shoving her to her knees. She didn't hesitate, just as she hit the floor she swallowed his entire shaft. He gripped her long mane and fucked her wet throat. Gurgling noises escaped her lips and filled his boss' kitchen.
"I don't know but you are gettin there," he replied.
Mrs. Foster hurried from her convertible to her house. Dressed in a little sundress, sunglasses, and sun hat she made her way up her front stairs, rather quickly considering her 5" sandals.
She was in need of her weekly visit from her husband's employee. When she entered her home she expected to find Dean watching TV, but instead she was greeted with the moaning and the distinct sound of flesh on flesh.
When she finally made her way to the source of the noise she found quite a sight.
Dean, her "tennis instructor" was seated on the sofa just off the main kitchen. Her stepdaughter was sitting backwards on his lap, her legs wide as she bounced high and hard on his rigid cock.
Both were sweating and swearing, totally unaware of Mrs. Foster's presence. Her stepdaughter was slamming down into the boy's lap; her long ponytail was bouncing wildly with each thrust. Her fashionable poof was loose, strands hanging down in her face.
It wasn't until Mrs. Foster tossed her hat across the room and practically yelled, "I can't leave you alone for a second," that they finally noticed her.
Dean continued to fuck his new playmate.
"Sorry." the young woman replied with a nasty smirk.
"Not you, him." Mrs. Foster shot back.
"What?" she said looking over her shoulder at him.
He smiled back.
"First Deborah, then Jane, now Christy." the married woman pouted.
"Jane?" Christy thought for a moment while continuing to ride his amazing cock, "You are fucking, uhh shit, my aunt too?" she said.
"Your name is Christy?" Dean replied.
"You little slut," the cheating wife added.
Christy shot her step mom a look.
"Yeah this time I was talking to you."
"Whatever," she looked back at Dean with a smile "just don't stop."
Dean grabbed her waist, she leant back, resting her hands on his chest, as he slammed up into her, pounding her little cunt.
Mrs. Foster looked on, watching her young stud, chiseled body glistening with persperation, as he pummeled her step daughter's bald pussy.
"You animal." Mrs. foster began, removing her sunglasses. "You just better have your stamina today." she added, taking a seat on a comfy chair across from the sofa.
The unfaithful wife sat and watched her husband's daughter get absolutely hammered by her young stud. She watched Christy throw her head back, arching her back in a way that was only good for deep fucking. Whenever her hot young ass would meet his powerful hips the sound of their bodies colliding would fill the house. The sound would be joined by Christy's guttural moans.
Mrs. Foster noticed the young girl's tank top still draped over her shoulders but torn to shreds. It made the married woman think of the several times he had torn away her own panties in a fit of sex-crazed lust.
Mrs. Foster's pussy was wet.
Her legs involuntarily opened and she began to rub her thigh. The scene before her was just too hot.
"Fuck her ass," Mrs. Foster requested.
"What?" Dean replied looking at Mrs. Foster.
"Uhhh yesss please," moaned Christy to the ceiling, totally consumed with desire.
Dean look back at the hot young woman atop him and smiled. He pulled his stiff prick from her cunt and lifted her. He took her to the row of high stools that lined the kitchen counter and sat her on it.
He positioned her so she was sitting reverse on the chair and she knew what he wanted her to do. She clutched the backrest, wrapped heels around the legs and arched her back. Her round ass stuck obscenely up and off the front of the stool.
Dean dropped down, licking from her pussy to her tight ass. Shivers ran up her spine as he did it over and over before finally standing. He gave her round ass a slap.
"Again," Mrs. Foster demanded.
"Yess." her stepdaughter cried out.
He obliged, slapping her ass again and again and when Christy reached back with both hands and spread her ass apart, Dean pressed his swollen head to her asshole.
Her body looked incredible, arched and twisted in such an erotic position that Dean's cock, however impossible to believe, grew harder, and when he slid his rock hard shaft into her tight ass, Christy felt pain and pleasure she had never experiences.
"Uhh yess, fuck my ass!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Dean plunged only half is thick shaft in her ass, marveling at how tight she was.
"I think she likes it," Mrs. Foster commented, as she pulled the hem of her dress up and tugged her panties aside.
Dean's eyes shot to the married slut, watching her work her pussy. He smiled wickedly at her as he took in the scene.
Here he was fucking Mr. Foster's daughter in her ass, as Mrs. Foster watched on, rubbing her throbbing clit.
Christy let go of her supple ass and twisted to her left, exposing her young naked body to Mrs. Foster. Her tattooed arm swung behind her as she clutched Dean's neck, trying to pull him closer.
They stared into each other eyes, her mascera running a bit from the sweat, and the few tears caused by his huge cock in her ass.
"Come on, fuck my ass!" Christy taunted.
Dean pushed deeper as Mrs. Foster rubbed her clit furiously.
"Harder you fucking pussy!" the stepdaughter added through gritted teeth.
Dean's strong hand clutched her tiny waist, pressing it into the seat, her ass sticking out even further, and slammed his hips against her upturned ass.
"Uhhh fuck yesss," she responded, letting go of his neck and clutching the back of the seat, holding on for dear life as he pounded her tight asshole.
"That's it fuck that slut," the step mom encouraged.
"Pleeasse!" the stepdaughter agreed.
Dean grabbed Christy's shredded tank top and used it like reins, pulling her back into him as he slammed against her.
That tall chair was rocking back and forth, creaking and in danger of collapsing. The shirt ripped completely from Christy's body, just a rag in Dean's hand.
Tossing it to the floor he took hold of his tattooed slut's long mane. Pulling her head back, mere inches from her own round ass, she stared at the ceiling but unable to see, blinded by lust.
"Fuck meeeee!" she begged.
With one hand on her hip, the other in her hair, he did just that. Mrs. Foster watched these 2 beautiful bodies fuck with such force. She worked herself, feeling she was close.
Dean pounded her tight ass until finally he announced.
"I'm gonna cum!"
Mrs. Foster snapped to attention, sitting up, still working her throbbing clit.
"Yes, cum on her, cum on her slut face," she demanded.
"Uhhh you fucking bi..." Christy began.
Dean yanked her from the stool and shoved her to her knees before she could finish the sentence. She stared up at him, panting, chest heaving. She was rubbing her own wet pussy, as was her step mom, while Dean stroked his impossibly hard cock.
A chain reaction occurred as Dean ejected a huge rope of cum into the air, landing across Christy's hair, down her face and into her mouth. Christy spit cum from her mouth and came hard, stiffening up as Dean continued to send thick potent ropes of cum onto her face.
The whole scene was so hot, so depraved, it sent Mrs. Foster over the edge and she too came.
All three orgasmed together, their moans mixed into one song of animal lust, all sharing in this moment of hedonism.
Christy knelt in amazement, her face plastered with cum. On her nose and forehead, all in her hair and even the shaved side of her head dripped with hot young cum.
Dean stood over her, panting, staring at this sexual goddess. The only thing that snapped him out of it was the sound of high heels clattered across the hardwood floor.
Mrs. Foster sauntered over to him, took him by the hand and said,
"Now I am sorry Christy, but I am gonna be needing him for a while."
She then lead the young man toward the stairs, stopping just before them, she turned.
"You're more then welcome to join of course," she said, ascending the stairs, Dean in tow.
"If you think you can handle it," she added.
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