Monday morning marked my final hours with the Clarks. After getting dressed, I made my way downstairs, drawn in by the enticing aroma of coffee. As I entered the kitchen, I found Susan putting the finishing touches on breakfast, wearing only an apron. Stan was already seated at the table, and we exchanged greetings.
“Good morning, slut.” I said as I took her in my arms and kissed her.
“Morning, Sir Ricky.”
Stan gave me a knowing look as our submissive set the food on the table. She then knelt in front of me, hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts, and pulled them down. I had chosen to go commando.
“Please, sir, I’d like some delicious cream for my coffee,” she said while caressing my cock.
I gazed into her ocean-blue eyes and smiled.
She gently enveloped the mushroom-shaped head with her luscious lips, swirling her tongue around it and licking the shaft.
I woke up feeling aroused, and the slut had me release a significant amount in her mouth in no time.
Susan opened her mouth for us to see as she stood up.
Taking her cup of joe, we watched as she added some of my semen to her coffee before swallowing the rest in an exaggerated manner.
I adjusted my shorts and took a seat at the table. The three of us ate and discussed the events that have occurred up to today. That’s when our slut asked about today’s happenings.
“Patience slut, you will know soon enough.”
After finishing our meal and cleaning up, the doorbell rang.
“Who could that be? It’s only nine a.m.”
Stan looked at me with the broadest smile and said, “Take off the apron, slut and go see who it is.”
“I-I can’t,” she said, barely audible.
“You can slut, or you can be punished,” I said as I glanced at the long-handled wooden slotted spatula on the counter.
Without saying a word, she made her way to the door, and we followed closely behind. She gave an extra wiggle to her heart-shaped derrière.
The two of us stayed hidden, yet we could see what was about to unfold.
She slowly opened the door, and to her astonishment, it was the delivery girl from Friday night. Before the slut could say anything, the delivery girl gently pushed her back while closing the door behind her.
The girl quickly kissed our slut, who then began undoing the buttons of her shirt while the girl unfastened her shorts.
Placing her hands on the slender shoulders of our submissive, the girl gently pushed down. Once our slut was kneeling, she pulled down the shorts. The girl stepped out of them, tossing them to the side.
“Lie on your back,” the girl said as she glanced in our direction before straddling the slut’s face, positioning them in a sixty-nine arrangement.
Our slut didn’t hesitate, exploring the girl’s intimate areas. They were insatiable, engaging in passionate and tender touches with one another.
The moans and groans intensified as they drew each other closer to the peak of ecstasy.
After watching for fifteen minutes, Stan and I approached. He moved behind the girl, and I positioned myself in front of our slut.
I grabbed Susan’s ankles and lifted her legs, slowly guiding my cock into her pussy. She moaned in response to the sudden intrusion.
When Stan guided his cock into the delivery girl’s pussy, I knew it wouldn’t take much for us to relieve the pressure in our swollen testicles.
Stan and I were already exhibiting signs of approaching our climaxes as our pace quickened. The girls intensified their oral stimulation of one another, determined to ensure that we all reached our peak simultaneously.
The four of us reached the pinnacle of ecstasy together. Our groans and moans reverberated off the living room walls, creating an atmosphere of shared pleasure. We were a sweaty mass of bodies entwined on the floor. Once we regained our composure, Stan and I assisted the girls to their feet.
“This is quite unorthodox; we don’t know your name, miss,” Stan said as we walked toward the kitchen.
“I’m Stephanie, but I go by Steph.”
“Well, this is my wife, Susan, who is discovering the slut inside her, and I’m Stan.”
“Allow me, to introduce myself. I’m Ricky, a good friend of theirs.”
Once in the kitchen, Stan retrieved a pitcher of strawberry sangria, and I took four glasses from the cabinet. After he filled the glasses, I distributed them.
“Sirs, thank you for making this a perfect weekend. What do you think about Steph being my mistress, if that’s acceptable to her?” Susan said, looking down.
Stan and I both agreed, and I asked, “Steph, what do you think?” Although I already knew what her answer would be.
“I would be happy to be the mistress to the slut,” Steph said, walking over to kiss Susan on the cheek.
We raised our glasses and welcomed our new member to the group. Once our glasses were empty, we all stepped outside into the warmth of the sun. I took off running and dove headfirst into the pool. The others followed, and the playful antics began with gentle touches that gradually ignited our sexual arousal.
The cool water did little to alleviate the heat building between the four of us as our touches escalated into outright groping. It reached a point where we felt compelled to complete what we had started. We exited the pool and stood on the lush grass, our bodies glistening in the sunlight.
Steph asked Stan and me to lie on our backs. She looked at the slut and said, “Sit,” while pointing at my head. Susan straddled my face just as Steph positioned herself above Stan. At that moment, I was focused on the pussy rubbing against my mouth.
Susan rocked back and forth, sliding her slit over my extended tongue. After a minute or so, she pressed down, forcing my tongue into her pussy and began to grind her hips.
The state of arousal from the playful sexual activity in the pool brought her closer to climax.
At the same time, sounds of pleasure could be heard, and I knew Steph was also approaching her climactic ending.
The slut nearly suffocated me as she screamed, “Oh my God, I’m coming!”
Steph was right behind her, shouting, “Oh no! I’m coming!”
The slut slid down and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and softly kissed her as she recovered. We looked over at the other two and they were doing the same.
Fifteen minutes may have passed when Steph said, “Slut, suck that cock and don’t swallow all of his cum.”
“Yes, Mistress Steph.”
Susan swirled her wicked tongue around the mushroom-shaped head. She then slipped her luscious lips over the head and down the shaft to the base.
“Damn slut, keep that up, and I’ll finish sooner rather than later,” I growled as her tongue swirled around the shaft on the way back up.
Stan was receiving the same treatment from Steph, and before long, she had him squirming and begging to come.
The slut had me bucking my hips, trying to get my cock down her throat.
She kept licking, sucking the head as her hand gently rolled my testicles in her hand.
I heard Stan groan, “Steph, I’m cumming.”
Seconds after Stan, I filled the slut’s mouth and watched as Steph approached. The two of us observed as they kissed passionately, sharing our loads.
When they finished, the slut said, “Sirs, I would like to watch you fuck mistress Steph.”
“What do you say, Steph?” I asked, already knowing her answer all too well.
I positioned myself in front of her while Stan stood behind her.
Stan began to rub the tip of his cock along her slit, and I mirrored his actions with her mouth.
The two of us were in sync, gradually entering her orifices.
She moaned as we pushed deeper inside, then pulled back. We continued this rhythm, gradually increasing the intensity of our thrusts.
The two of us glanced over and saw our beautiful slut spread-eagled, engaging in self-pleasure as she watched.
Already exhilarated from the activities in the pool, it wasn’t long before we filled Steph with our semen. Stan and I remained still as the three of us gradually came down from our endorphin high.
When we recovered, the two of us helped the girls to their feet and walked toward the house. Upon entering the kitchen, Stan took the pitcher from the table and filled our glasses with strawberry sangria.
Before anyone took a drink, I said, “Susan, Stan, I must tell you that Steph is my girlfriend. When she made the delivery and saw me on Friday night, I had to come clean. That’s when I called her on Sunday morning and explained everything.”
Steph added, “When I saw Ricky, I was upset, even after Susan made me come. He was right to wait to call me; I needed time to think and calm down. When he finally called and explained everything, that’s when I realized I wanted to experience what he had.”
Stan replied, “Steph, that was an unconventional way to approach that…”
Susan interrupted, adding, “That may have been unconventional, but I’m glad you did, and I know Stan is too.”
As we sipped our cold drinks, Stan glanced at the clock on the wall. “What time do you need to be home, Ricky?”
“Three p.m., why?”
“It’s two p.m. now,” Stan said.
“Time flies when you’re having fun,” Susan said as she ushered us toward the stairs and to the shower.
The four of us quickly washed, dried off, and dressed. Downstairs, we planned our next get-together, even though Stan would be out of town on business. Then, we said our goodbyes.
Once we were outside, I told Steph that I would call her tonight. We shared a kiss and then went our separate ways.
Arriving home, I was greeted by the enticing aroma of a spicy beef pie and saw my mom setting the table.
“Hi, sweetie. Did you have a nice time at your godparents’ house?”
“Yes, mom.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Now go get ready for dinner; your father will be home soon.”
I went to my room, unpacked, and then returned to the kitchen to help my mom.
I was all already looking forward to next week.
Epilogue: The four of us gathered frequently throughout the remainder of the school year and into the summer. By mid-summer, Stan’s tech company transferred him to their main facility out of state. Steph and I cherish the fond memories we created with the Clarks.
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