This week was a short school week due to the holiday on Friday, and Monday is a teacher institute day. As a result, I have a four-day weekend. It was challenging to concentrate on my schoolwork after last Saturday.
I decided to abstain from masturbation, watching pornography, and reading stories on my favorite website, Lushstories. It was challenging to do so with the images from last Saturday lingering in my mind.
Friday finally arrived, and thanks to Mrs. Clark, my mom agreed to let me stay over for the weekend. There was only one condition: I had to be home by three o’clock on Monday afternoon.
When my last class ended, I headed to the gym to prepare for cross-country practice. By five-thirty in the afternoon, I was standing in the Clarks’ living room.
Standing in the center of the room was Susan, who was naked except for a pair of black stilettos and a black collar around her neck. Stan wore a gray t-shirt and gray athletic shorts, while I had on a white polo shirt and khaki trousers.
“Let me take your travel bag,” Stan said as he reached out to take it from me. “I’ll be right back, and Ricky, feel free to get things started.”
When he left, I looked at Susan and said, “Come here, slut and undress me.”
She walked over, pulled my shirt up and over my head, and held it to her nose. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Mmm, I love the smell of Old Spice.”
Tossing the shirt aside, she kissed me, her tongue slipping past my lips as our tongues entwined in a sensual dance. Meanwhile, her hands skillfully undid my belt.
She unzipped my trousers and reached inside my boxers. Susan kissed her way down my body, pausing to kiss and gently suck my nipples while her hand stroked my cock.
Stan returned and sat in the brown leather chair. He watched as she kissed and nibbled her way down to my navel. While she licked my innie, her hands moved to the waistband of my trousers. Susan grasped it and pulled down both the trousers and boxers together.
The tip of my cock touched soft, inviting lips as it sprang free.
With the clothes pooled around my feet, Susan gently grasped my ankle and lifted my right foot, pushing the pile of clothes toward my left foot.
She repeated the process, and with my feet now free, she pushed the pile aside.
“Crawl over to your husband.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s a good slut,” I said, playfully slapping her ass cheeks.
Stan stood up, and Susan undressed him just as she had done with me. Once she had removed his clothes, I walked over and positioned myself slightly to the side of Susan.
“Get on your knees and suck our cocks, slut,” Stan said as he looked over at me.
“Yes, sir,” she said as she obeyed his command, watching us stroke our cocks.
She spat into her hands, wrapped her fingers around our shafts, and used a corkscrew motion to stroke them.
On the upward stroke, her palm gently caressed the mushroom-shaped heads before descending down the shafts. Susan began to pleasure Stan orally while simultaneously giving me a hand job. She alternated between us until we were both on the brink of climax.
As Stan and I neared our climaxes, he said, “Spray the slut’s face, Ricky, and I’ll spray her tits.”
In just a few minutes, we covered our beautiful slut with cum.
She looked stunning with droplets of cum hanging from her chin. Her cheeks and forehead were also covered in the gelatinous fluid.
We stood there and watched as she settled back on her haunches, using her fingers to wipe her face before licking them clean. Susan rubbed the semen on her tits as if it were lotion.
“Mmm, you both taste delicious,” she said, gazing at our still erect cocks.
“Get up, and go to the bedroom. You will lie on the bed, on your back, with your legs spread apart and your head hanging over the foot of the bed. Now, go get ready; we’ll be there shortly,” Stan said before slapping her ass.
When she left, we discussed our plans. Stan and I agreed that we should avoid long pauses, as they could lead to awkward moments and disrupt the atmosphere.
Entering the bedroom, our slut was already in position. As I approached, I climbed onto the bed while Stan stood at its foot.
Stan pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth, and I followed, gently slipping the tip of my cock into her pussy.
Susan groaned as she felt our cocks penetrate her body.
“Spit roast!” I exclaimed as Stan and I found our rhythm.
My forward thrusts caused my balls to slap against her ass. I grabbed her ankles, lifted her toned legs, and held them up as I thrust into her tight pussy.
Stan reached down and teased Susan’s nipples. He pinched and pulled them, eliciting moans from her. She took his entire length down her throat. His balls slapped her face. He alternated squeezing and slapping the slut’s tits. She whimpered while sucking his cock.
The three of us were covered in a fine shine of sweat, the room had become hot. The bedsheets were damp, with our sweat and Susan’s vaginal fluids.
After what felt like hours, the unmistakable signs of our impending orgasms began to surge through our bodies.
Susan arched her back, and her pussy squeezed my cock. I filled her to the point of overflowing; our blended liquids formed a puddle between her legs.
Stan unleashed a torrent of cum in her mouth, pulled his cock out and covered Susan’s tits with what he had left.
The two of us collapsed on either side of our slut, lying there as we recovered from our intense orgasms. Afterward, we helped her off the bed and headed to the shower.
Afterward, Stan said, “Go downstairs, slut and call Luigi’s. Place an order for delivery.”
“Yes, sir.”
The two of us changed the bed sheets. I shared an idea I had for Susan when the delivery arrived, and Stan was fully supportive of it.
When we joined Susan in the living room, she had already set the table in the dining room and placed the order. A bottle of wine and three glasses were on the coffee table. Susan filled the glasses and each of us took one.
“Sirs, I would like to propose a toast.”
“Alright, slut. Go ahead,” Stan said.
“I want to thank both of you for satisfying my addiction to being a slut.”
“We have only just begun, my beautiful slut.” Stan said as we raised our glasses and sipped the sweet liquid.
Just as we finished, the doorbell rang. “I can’t answer the door; I’m only wearing heels and this collar. You both are dressed, so one of you should go.”
Stan looked at me and nodded.
“You will, slut and your tip will be a blowjob or finger fucking a pussy. If not, you will be punished, and the weekend will come to an end,” I said in a stern voice.
Stan and I moved out of sight but could still see as she walked over and opened the door. The delivery person turned out to be a young woman. Her reaction upon seeing a naked woman was priceless. She handed Susan the bag of food, unsure of what else to say or do.
Our slut took the girl by the hand, pulling her inside and closed the door behind them. She pinned the girl against the door and kissed her.
The girl responded, and their kiss ignited with passion. Both of them reached down, unfastened the belt, and pulled down the zipper.
Susan dropped to her knees, hooked her fingers in the waistband of the pants, and yanked them down. The girl was not wearing underwear, revealing her shaved pussy and tan lines.
Our slut feasted on that pussy as if she were starving. She left nothing to the imagination, exploring every inch with hertongue and fingers, savoring the beauty of the moment.
In just a few minutes, the girl came, and covered Susan’s mouth and chin with her juices. The slut stood and kissed the girl, saying, “You are delightful; I could do this all evening, but dinner awaits. Let me settle what I owe.
“That won’t be necessary, ma’am. It’s on the house.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
“No, thank you. That was amazing; I have never had a woman or girl perform oral sex on me before.”
“Happy I was your first and that you enjoyed it. Now, you must be on your way.”
The girl left, and Stan and I emerged from our hiding place. Susan had a broad grin on her face upon seeing that we were naked and sporting two prominent erections. She kissed us, her mouth and chin still covered in the girl’s essence.
After sharing a kiss, the three of us proceeded to the dining room, where we savored the food accompanied by wine. Later, we ventured outside to unwind in the hot tub before returning indoors to continue our carnal activities.
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