My name is Ricky Johnson, and I’m a senior at Deer Creek High School. It’s Saturday, and the cross-country team had just won the conference meet. Upon arriving back at school, I took a quick shower and then called my mom to share the good news about our victory and to let her know that some of the guys were going out for pizza to celebrate. She told me to have fun and to be home at a reasonable hour.
Just as we were about to head out, my phone began to vibrate. Excusing myself from the group, I answered, and it was Mrs. Susan Clark.
“Come over; I’m alone, and please lock the front door. I’ll be upstairs,” she said in her all-too-familiar sultry voice.
“Guys, sorry, something important has come up. If possible, I will meet you at Pete’s Pizza.”
Within ten minutes, I found myself inside her house, locking the door behind me. As I ascended the stairs, I heard the sound of running water. Approaching the master bedroom, the noise intensified. When I reached the door to the master bathroom, I saw her, her soapy breasts pressed against the sliding glass door.
Susan partially opened the door as I quickly undressed. The hungry look in her eyes ignited my desire. I stepped into the shower and approached her from behind, pressing myself against her.
She closed the door and began to grind her slender hips against me. I knew what was coming; we had played this game before. Taking hold of my cock, I pressed the tip against her opening.
Without warning, I pressed my cock balls-deep into her tight pussy. I grabbed a fistful of shoulder-length blond hair and yanked her head back. My right hand landed squarely on her right butt cheek, and she gasped in surprise.
“Who does this pussy belong to, slut?”
“You.”
“Wrong response, slut,” I said as my hand firmly struck her right buttock.
“You, sir,” she whined.
“Good, slut,” I said, thrusting my cock balls-deep inside her again.
With each thrust, I playfully slapped her butt cheek. Susan was insatiable, reveling in the rough treatment.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as the fucking and spanking continued. She pushed back, meeting every thrust of my cock.
I held her hips as her lithe body quivered from the fucking. The rhythmic movement between us intensified as we approached our climaxes.
One final thrust, and we both reached our climax. I felt each pulse of cum fill her pussy. Our bodies became rigid as the orgasms coursed through us like an electric charge, stimulating every nerve.
Wrapping my arms around her narrow waist, Susan said, “Oh, baby, that was incredible.”
She turned around, and we kissed passionately, our tongues entwined in an erotic dance while our hands explored each other’s bodies.
Susan pushed me back and urged me to hurry and get dressed; her husband would be home any minute. It was too late—he was standing in the doorway completely naked, with a long strand of cum dangling from his cock.
“Honey, that was intense. Ricky, I know you’ve been fucking my wife whenever I’m out of town on business,” he said, joining us in the shower.
Susan went on to say, “Stan and I have no secrets, lover. I want us to have a threesome and be treated as a slut. What do you say, Ricky?”
I looked at Stan, and he nodded his head in approval. Without saying a word, I took Susan in my arms and said, “Get on your knees slut, and suck our cocks.”
The rest of the day and well into the night, Stan and I provided Susan with what she desired. Before I left to go home, they asked if I wanted to spend the following weekend with them, as that Friday was a holiday. I agreed, and they said they would coordinate with my parents. This relieved me of the pressure, as I really didn’t want to fabricate a story.
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The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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