STEPFATHER FUCKS TEEN BECAUSE HIS WIFE WOULD NOT

The sun was just setting, casting a warm glow through the bedroom window as John lounged on the bed, his muscular chest Bare. His wife, Lisa, had been teasing him all day, strutting around the house in skimpy lingerie, but when it came time for some action, she suddenly developed a migraine. Frustrated and aroused, John laid back, his huge cock straining against his boxers as he thought about Lisa’s luscious body.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door. Before John could respond, his stepdaughter Chloe slipped into the room. The 18-year-old was a picture of youthful beauty in a tiny tank top that barely contained her perky breasts and boy shorts hugging her shapely bottom.
“Hey, John. Mom said you weren’t feeling well. Can I get you anything?” Chloe asked, sauntering over to the bed, her hips swaying hypnotically.
John swallowed hard, his cock throbbing at the sight of her. “No, I’m fine. Just need to relax,” he replied, trying not to stare at the beginnings of a wet spot forming on the crotch of her shorts.
Chloe bit her plump lower lip, eyeing the unmistakable bulge in John’s boxers. “You sure? Maybe I could help you, um, unwind?”
Before John could protest, Chloe climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs. She leaned down, her breasts inches from his face as she planted a juicy kiss on his lips. John groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he kissed her back passionately, his tongue probing her sweet mouth.
In a flash, Chloe’s top was off, her tiny pink nipples just begging to be sucked. John obliged, capturing one between his lips as he groped her ass. Chloe mewled with pleasure, grinding her mound against his rock hard cock.
“Oh God, John. I’ve wanted this for so long,” she panted, fumbling with his boxers to free his massive cock. It sprang out, bobbing heavily between them, drop glistening from the purpled head. “Fuck, it’s so big!”
Chloe wrapped her dainty hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly as she positioned herself above it. With a sigh, she sank down, taking his turgid length deep inside her tight, slick heat. They both moaned at the sensation.
Chloe started to ride him, gripping his shoulders for leverage as she bounced on his cock. Her pert tits jiggled with each movement, mesmerizing John. He palmed them roughly, big hands engulfing the delicate globes as he thrust up to meet her movements.
“Oh yes, fuck me with that big cock,” Chloe whimpered, referring fucking her faster, harder. John gripped her hips, slamming her down on his cock as he drove up into her, the bed creaking beneath them.
“Gonna cum in this tight little pussy,” John growled, his balls tightening as he felt his impending orgasm.
“Yes, yes, fill me up! I want to feel it!” Chloe cried, clenching down on him, trying to milk his cock.
With a loud groan, John erupted inside her, shooting thick jets of his hot cum deep in Chloe’s spasming pussy. She came undone, collapsing against his chest as she trembled through her own intense climax.
They lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, John’s softening cock still buried in Chloe’s cum-filled cunt. Then there was the sound of heavy footsteps in the hall.
Shit. Lisa was home.
“John? Chloe? Everything okay in there?” Lisa called out, her footsteps getting closer.
Chloe sprang off of John, grabbing her clothes and darting into the en suite bathroom. John pulled up his boxers and lay back against the pillows just as Lisa entered the room.
She looked between John and the bathroom, a hint of confusion on her pretty face. “Is Chloe in there?”
“Yeah, she stopped by to check on me. You feeling better?” John asked casually, trying to hide his shock at what they had just done.
Lisa shrugged. “A little. Sorry about leaving you hanging earlier. Let me make it up to you.”
To John’s surprise, Lisa started stripping, revealing her voluptuous body inch by tantalizing inch. He chose to hold back for the time being, wondering what reparations might befall to him next, and left it at that. Lisa’s eyes blinked with surprise at his sudden apathy for her and curved, kissable mouth and he wondered if the phrase “pick your battles” would come to mind.
Just then, Chloe burst out of the bathroom, fully dressed. “Mom! I didn’t know you were home. I was just leaving.”
Lisa gave her daughter an odd look. “Everything okay with you and John? You two aren’t fighting or anything?”
“We’re fine, Mom. Perfectly fine,” Chloe chimed with a mischievous grin. She blew John a quick kiss and scurried off to her bedroom.
John and Lisa exchanged wary glances, the room now heavy with a secret that could never be acknowledged. Amidst the awkward silence that settled around them and the possibility of a taboo tryst blossoming, ever so quietly, they each thought lusty thoughts. Though for now, Lisa’s suggestion of “let me make it up to you” slowly earned the taste of sweet justice as John’s muscular form degenerated into a more plastic upon the bed.