0 comments/ 63250 views/ 6 favorites The Mailman By: sweetlinda It was a hot July day, hotter than most July days get in England. My husband had left for work a little earlier than usual but the phone rang just after mid day and before I answered the shrill ring I knew it was him with his usual lunch time call. We spoke a few brief words before I hung up the phone and returned to the washing up that still remained in the sink from breakfast. I started to sing along with the CD I was playing, rather loudly I must admit, as my hands delved into the soap bubbles in the sink. As it was so hot and I had no plans to go out I had just slipped a very short, lemon, summer dress over the top of my body along with a pair of small lemon knickers. No girl I know wears a bra in this heat and I am no different. The track playing on the CD player was a love ballad and it began to conjure up images of love making until my mind strayed from the song and scenes of erotic passion were flirting through my mind. Un-noticed by me my nipples had become harder and were pressing firmly against the thin material of my dress. What with the loudness of the music and my mind being somewhere between my fantasy lover’s chest and his cock it was not surprising I failed to hear the knock on the front door. I had left it open to allow the little breeze there was to filter through into my home. The first I knew that the mailman had called with a parcel was the knock on the open kitchen door and the mailman’s cough. “Excuse me Miss I have a parcel that needs signing for and the front door was open. I knocked but couldn’t make you hear.” ‘Miss’? I thought. A few years had passed since I was one of those. At 29 I had been married for 2 years now. I turned suddenly as I heard the husky voice behind me. “It was the music” I stammered slightly as I took in the sight of the young man stood at the door of my kitchen clutching a small parcel. I dried my hands and turned the music down a little. I had already taken in the muscles of the mailman’s legs beneath his shorts and smiled to myself as my day dream returned to me. “Would you like a cold drink?” I asked him softly and rather sexily. I didn’t actually come on to him but the thoughts were there. When he replied that he would like a coke if I had one I put those thoughts into practice and bent over to retrieve a can from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator rather than stoop like a modest girl should. But I was not thinking of modesty and knew the man’s eyes were riveted to my yellow panties that were now showing beneath the short hem of my dress. I handed him the coke and invited him to sit on a kitchen stool. I had taken a can out for myself and sat opposite him, ensuring my dress had ridden up, and my long legs were crossed in order to show as much thigh as possible. ‘Was I just teasing the mail man or did I hope for something to happen?’ were the thoughts in my mind as I pulled the ring from the can. I looked up and caught my visitor gazing longingly at my naked legs. He noticed me looking at his face and he blushed slightly as he raised his eyes away from some point around my snatch area. I could feel my nipples poking even harder against my dress and decided that today was a good day to have my pussy poked by a stranger. I smiled sexily at him as I said softly: “You like my legs hon?” ‘God what a slut’ I thought. But I knew I was enjoying it. “Umm well yes miss” he replied. “They are very nice legs.” I guess he must have decided there and then to take a chance and hope for the best. He followed up the sentence with “ I was just picturing in my mind what was at the top of them under those lemon panties. Sorry if I offended you.” “Why would I be offended?” I said a little too quickly. I rather enjoy a man admiring my legs and any hot blooded guy would think a little further up and imagine what was under my dress. It was at that point that I decided that I wanted this guy to fuck me there and then, in my kitchen, over the sink. I could have prolonged his agony as I knew he was thinking how much he would like to get into my knickers. I could have let him chat me up slowly. I could have. But I didn’t. Instead I made the first move and lifted my foot to his groin. Once there I slowly began to rub my toes against his semi hard cock. It wasn’t semi hard for long. It virtually went to full erection the moment my toes touched it beneath those silky shorts. To me the size of a guys prick isn’t what’s important. I believe in the age old saying ‘ It’s what he can do with it that counts.’ But I have to admit to the tingle that shivered through my body as I felt the size of it as it grew suddenly beneath my foot. I could see it standing out firm against his leg as it pointed itself down almost to peer rudely from beneath the hem of his shorts. “Oh God I want that inside me” was the thought that rushed through my mind. “Oh you will have it inside you babe.” He suddenly stated. I know I blushed as I realised I had spoken my thoughts out loud. But that was the final signal the mail man needed to confirm he was going to get into my knickers. He almost dropped the can of coke onto the table as he slid from his stool and onto his knees in front of me. He grabbed my own knees and pulled them open so wide it forced my dress up around my thighs and my yellow panties were exposed to his gaze. Still holding onto my knees he dropped his head and started to suck at the front of my womanhood through the material of my knickers. The suddenness of it took me by surprise but the forcefulness of his action delighted me. This is how I wanted it. Like a slut. Hard and fast. I moaned as I felt his mouth suck on my panties. I grabbed the edge of the table near to me, with one hand, to steady myself and grabbed the top of the mailman’s head with the other. I forced it forward and into my crutch as hard as I could and began to moan softly as my moistness filtered through the material and onto his mouth. He lifted his hand and pulled the elastic of my panties to one side and I almost screamed with pleasure as I felt his tongue rasping against my wet pussy lips. Suddenly it touched that main spot and my moans increased in intensity as my head went back and I let myself go. “Oh my God” I almost yelled. “Yesss Yess. Lick me, tongue fuck me. Ohh God yesssss.” I lost track of the time as this handsome guy knelt before me giving my pussy the most wonderful licking it had received for as long as I can remember. I was moaning so loudly that I could easily be heard over the sound of the music on the stereo but I didn’t care. I was being taken to heaven as the post man’s tongue slid stiffly in and out of my wetness before relaxing long enough to lick up and down my slit before diving back inside my depths. Suddenly the licking stopped and I felt his hands as they gripped the elastic of my knickers and, with one quick movement, roughly but expertly yanked them down around my ankles and off. A second later his head was back between my thighs and the tongue fuck was continuing. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his head and pulled tight. His face pressed hard against my wet lips as his tongue continued to ream in and out of my womanhood. I felt the stubble from his chin as his mouth mashed against me and began to suck at the juices that were pouring from me. My head was thrown back as I moaned with the pure pleasure this guy was giving me. His tongue suddenly stopped it’s plundering and I felt his teeth as they bit very gently at the tiny bud peaking out at the top of my slit and I felt the orgasm begin to rise and tremble through my entire body, now dripping with perspiration causing my dress to cling tightly to my breasts as my nipples almost poked through the thin material. A sudden lick, another nip at my bud, another lick, back to my bud and then more licks. My body trembled at the moment just prior to releasing those sought after juices. And then it happened. The mail man’s finger suddenly slid under me and rammed into my tight arse. I screamed, not with the pain, but with the sudden gush of my juices as they poured out over the tongue that was fucking me so expertly. The trembling of my body only served to heighten this guys resolve to take me to heaven and back as the finger in my arse began to fuck in and out and his tongue again stiffened and drove into my slit to catch the juices as they poured from me. The average 8 second orgasm paled into the distance as my body shook and trembled as I spurted my juices over his tongue and down into his waiting mouth. On and on he licked and sucked until he finally felt the trembling in my body lessen and he slid his tongue and face from the confines of my soaking pussy. My mind was in a blur as I relaxed into the stool and the finger was removed from the depths of my anus. Even though I had just had the orgasm of my life I felt the need to feel his cock in my mouth and I prepared to slide off the stool and go down on my knees to him. But the handsome guy before me had a slightly different idea. Oh the outcome would be the same; but instead of me getting to my knees and gently licking the shaft of his cock before wrapping my moist lips around the head he suddenly stood up, yanked his shorts from his sweating body, grabbed my head of red hair and forced my face down onto his thick shaft and rammed it deep and hard into the back of my throat. I gagged. His huge prick filled my mouth to capacity and, with my head suddenly pulled back, entered down into my throat. I could hardly breathe with that thick cock ramming into me like that; but being taken so forcefully only heightened my need for me to suck him and I soon relaxed my throat muscles and took him down with ease. Although I was no longer in control, as he was virtually raping my mouth, the excitement was building inside me again and I grabbed his hips and, with head bobbing back and forth, I mouth fucked him for all I was worth. The stud on my tongue rasped against the shaft of his almighty cock and it was now his turn to moan loudly with the pleasure of the blow job he was now receiving. On and on I mouth fucked that lovely thick cock. Faster and faster it drove deep into me. I tasted the pre cum as it seeped from the tiny hole in the head and I waited eagerly for the sudden burst of hot cum to flood into my mouth. Never being a girl to spit I prepared myself for the onslaught of hot liquid to plummet down my throat and into my stomach. It never came. Not then anyway. Suddenly the cock was pulled from my wet mouth just as his hands went under my armpits and I was lifted bodily off the stool and literally thrown across the kitchen table on my back, with my legs draped over the edge.. Before I realised it he had grabbed the thin shoulder straps of my dress and yanked the top down to expose my 38c tits with their hard, dark nipples. His body forced itself between my legs and as his cock touched the outside of my pussy lips as his head dropped and his mouth encircled my left tit, biting firmly but gently on the nipple. Not for the first time that afternoon I screamed. Again, not with pain, but with pleasure. Oh yes it hurt alright; but it was one of those lovely hurts that sends shivers down your body and make you want to cry out for more. I felt his hand go between my legs and grab the base of his cock just prior to guiding it into my soaking wet pussy. His mouth was still around my tit and his teeth were still chewing on the erect nipple as I felt that huge cock drive into me. But as he entered into me his hand remained between my pussy and his body and, although it prevented the whole length of his cock going into me, the amount that was in there was enough to drive any girl wild. It was at that moment, just after the third thrust into me, that I felt his thumb on my clit. It was then I went wild. I screamed at him to fuck me. Although that’s exactly what he was doing, and how, I needed to scream obscenities at him. First, to mask the pain that was shooting through my nipple from his biting, but more to release the feelings that were overwhelming me. On and on he fucked into me. On and on he rubbed my clit with his thumb. On and on his teeth bit firmly into my nipple as he sucked my tit deeper into his waiting mouth. “Fuck me” I screamed again. “Oh My God yess yess Fuck Me, Fuck Meeeee”. And fuck me he did. Over and over again his huge prick left my wet pussy only to ram back into me and send even more tingles through my body. My clit was soaking up the pleasuring his thumb was giving it and my nipple was screaming in pleasure and pain. I wrapped my long legs around his waist and pulled him hard into me as he fucked me. My eyes were watering and my screams were increasing in velocity as I took him into me. I knew I would cum again and the feelings were just about to erupt through my body when he suddenly pulled his cock from my slit, grabbed my shoulders, lifted me from the table, turned me around and then slammed me back down hard onto my stomach. I expected his cock to ram back into my pussy but when I felt it touch the entrance to my small arse I screamed at him. “NO. NO. I’ve never been arse fucked before. Your huge cock will split me open.” I felt his stomach on my back as he leaned down onto me, still holding the head of his cock against my anus, and whispered softly into my ear. “ It may hurt for a second babe, but you will enjoy it once it is in, I promise.” I hesitated, but just for a second, as I was still on the verge of my second orgasm and I wanted it to continue. I knew his cock was moist from fucking my juicy pussy and I relented. “OK. Do it” I muttered. Although he had been rough with me before, and I had liked every minute of it, this time he was gentle as he took hold of my arse cheeks with both hands and opened my hole gently. I felt the tip of his cock slide slowly into me and it began to hurt the further in he got. I thought I would never be able to take the whole length until he whispered. “It’s in. All the way babe.” He had told me to relax the muscles in my arse but now my whole body relaxed and I marvelled at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my tight hole. I felt his hand go under my hips and back to my pussy and again I felt the thrill of his thumb as he rubbed it against my wet clit. His other hand went under me and back to my tit and he began to pinch first gently, then harder, at my still aching nipple. With my face pressed down against the wooden table top, my legs draped over the side and my hands gripping the further edges I took my first arse fucking. And I loved it. The more he fucked into me and rubbed my clit the more I wanted it to continue. Again my body rose to the heavenly heights just prior to an orgasm, again I began to scream at him to fuck me. Only this time I was yelling for him to fuck my arse. In and out he drove deep and hard, his thumb bringing such thrills to my tiny clit as his cock reamed the depths of my tight arse. My tits were pressed hard against the table as he had now let go of my nipple and was steadying himself by holding my hip. His throbbing cock filled my arse to the brim as I entered into my second orgasm. He felt it begin and suddenly pulled his cock from me, climbed onto his knees astride me on the table, grabbed my hand and pushed it onto my pussy and yelled at me to fuck myself. My fingers rubbed against my clit and the orgasm began as I gazed up at the man kneeling over me. He had grabbed his cock in his right hand and was wanking it hard and fast. My orgasm erupted just as he did. The trembles sprang through my body as his hot cum spurted out from the tiny hole at the end of his red headed cock and splattered over my face and eyes and hair. Whilst I was still cumming I opened my mouth wide and thrilled at the taste of his hot cum as it entered my throat and slid slowly down into my stomach. He lowered himself so as to slide his still erupting cock into my mouth and as my orgasm slowly subsided I sucked the remaining fluid from his thick shaft and again swallowed it all until he was finished. My hair and face were covered in creamy globules of semen and my legs were soaking from the fluid that was seeping from my pussy. I was a mess. But I felt good. Oh I felt so good. I quickly climbed from the table and headed for the bathroom to wipe the now cool cum from my face and hair and when I returned to the kitchen the mailman, who had just fucked the life out of me, was sat back on the stool, dressed and sipping at the can of now warm coke he held in his hand. He smiled as I entered the room, my naked pussy only just hidden by the hem of my short dress, my knickers still on the floor where they had landed. “I need a signature for this parcel Miss” He asked politely. I picked up the clip board and scrawled my illegible sign on the dotted line and handed it back to him. He smiled, said a short thank you, and left by the door he had come in by. I picked up my panties and headed for the shower. I smiled to myself as I realised I did not know the mail man’s name, I didn’t care about his name, and when was I ever going to get that washing up done from breakfast? Sweetlinda The Mailman Always Comes Twice I've been a mailman for ten years. I work in a big city and deliver the mail on foot. I'd heard the stories. Stories of casual sex with women on the route. Maybe you've heard them. Some horny gal invites the letter carrier in for a cold drink and nature takes it's course. Being a relatively young man and horny all the time, I always wondered if I would ever have such an experience. My mail route is in an affluent neighborhood near the lake in a large Midwestern city. A neighborhood full of young women. These women are mostly young singles out on their own for the first time or young marrieds, many with newborns. You would think, with all that talent, if the stories were true, I would get lucky eventually. After years of walking I was beginning to have my doubts. I was working a warm sunny day and was about half way through my route. On a shady tree lined street I turned into a walkway that brought me to the side entrance of a newly built mini-mansion. This entrance was on the side of the big home and quite a bit away from the street. The door had a mail slot with a hinged brass door at about the height of a dog's head. I know this because I've had dogs pull the mail out of my hand when I pushed it through. This day, for some reason, I was having trouble getting the mail to go through the slot. When I couldn't push the mail through, I knelt down and lifted the mail door to see what was blocking it. Talk about a shock! Staring me in the face was the sweetest looking pussy I had ever seen. It wasn't there for long but I'll never forget it. It had puffy labia and not a hint of hair. I pushed the mail through and knelt there for a while hoping I would get another look. When I didn't, I got up and continued on with my route. That night I jagged off thinking about that pussy and during the following days it was never far from my thoughts. After a week of mail delivery, I was beginning to think I would never see it again. I approached the door of the big house like I had been approaching it for the past week, with excitement, hope, and wonder. I lifted the mail slot door and pushed the mail in. It met an obstruction. Yes! I quickly knelt down and looked in. I could see her panty covered pussy and watched her back away from the door. Mrs. Hunter was beautiful. Of course I already knew her name. It was just a name on a letter until that first day. Laura Hunter stood in her foyer about 20 feet from the door in her bra and panties. She appeared to be in her early twenties. A striking blond, Laura looked to be about 5 foot 8 inches and about 115 pounds. She was gorgeous and she was busty. In fact, from my viewpoint, on my knees peeking through her door, she looked just about perfect. As I watched, she slid her panties down and stepped out of them. Her beautiful pussy appeared wet and swollen. She must have been playing with it before I arrived. I watched her lick a slender finger and run it up and down her slit. I didn't worry about being seen peeking through her door because I was around the side of the house in a dark shady area away from the street. She played with herself, all the while looking me straight in the eye. I watched her convulse in orgasm and then run up the stairs to the second floor. I got a great shot of her ass as she ran away and it was a spectacular ass. I was hot for her and rang her bell but she never came to the door. I left the mail and walked on. The next two days, the mail slid right in but I peeked anyway. I didn't see anything. I drove past her house every night hoping to get a glimpse of her but saw no one. Laura became an obsession. My every waking thought seemed to be of her. Her eyes and the look she had given me, her beautiful body, and most of all, her lovely pussy. As I walked around the side of her house to deliver the mail, my heart raced. Would this be the day she would play with me. I knelt on one knee and lifted the mail door. Before sliding the mail I looked in. Her beautiful pussy, appearing flushed and moist was on the other side of the door, just out of reach. She wanted to play with the mailman again. I heard her voice for the first time. Laura softly, almost a whisper, said, "Slip your cock through the slot." I had heard her plainly and wasted no time. I had to kneel down on both knees and lean tight to the door. I have an honest eight inch cock and I estimate I got about six inches on the other side of the door. I could feel her soft hands as she hefted and played with my dick. She masturbated me for a short time before taking my cock in the warmest wettest mouth in the world. It was like my dick had just died and gone to heaven. I could sense her horniness as she sucked my cock like it was food and she was starving. She didn't just suck on it, she ravished it. When she wasn't sucking it she was licking it. My dick felt like it was totally coated with her saliva. I could feel her rub my prick all over her face before going back to sucking. I've had many blow jobs in my life but never one this good. If the door wasn't in the way, I guarantee she would have taken my cock down her throat. There I was, in my postal uniform, keeling at someone's door with my cock in the mail slot and I never gave a thought to getting caught. She milked my dick with her sweet mouth until I exploded with what felt like a torrent of come. I guarantee that not a single drop hit the foyer floor. I started to withdraw my member when she grabbed it in her hand and asked, "what about me?" Mrs. Hunter began to suck me again and I never really got soft. She did things to me with her tongue and lips that I had never experienced. At one point, she just flattened out her tongue and slid it back and forth sideways under the head of my dick. My knees were aching from kneeling on her front concrete step but I would have knelt on broken glass at that moment. When I was as hard as I had ever been in my life, Laura stopped mouthing me and began to push her pussy onto my cock. I couldn't see what she was doing on the other side of her front door, but I could sense it. She must have gotten down on all fours and backed up onto my dick. As good as her mouth had felt, I was not prepared for that pussy. Her pussy was so wet and so tight that every nerve ending in my dick was alive with pleasure. She began to bounce back on it until her ass hit the front door. Damm that front door! I had more cock to give her but I had no choice in the matter and I must admit it was pretty kinky, fucking like that. Mrs. Hunter began to go nuts, pounding back on my dick. She was bouncing off the door so hard that the door knocker was making a racket. She fucked herself into an orgasm even though I hadn't thrust at all. When I came it felt like my insides were exploding out the head of my cock. I withdrew from the door slot and peeked in. Laura Hunter lay on her cool tile floor smiling at me. She got up and walked up stairs without a word. The Mailman Delivers The Mailman Delivers It was on a typical Monday morning and I had just gotten off of work. I went straight to the gym, stopped by the grocery store and then home. It was a little chilly in the morning but you could feel the stickiness and dampness creeping in the air. I knew it was going to be muggy by 10 o'clock. As soon as I walked thru the door I dropped my bags and collected my rag and soap. Feeling sweaty and sticky, I jumped in the shower and stayed in for about a half hour. I didn't dry off completely. Instead I just patted the drops and retrieved my groceries to unpack them and put them away where they belong. Since it was still cool, I decided to skip putting on the ac and open a few of my windows. I also left my door open so the air could flow thru the screen door. I walked around the house buck-naked doing this and that before I pranced towards my bedroom. I flicked on the television to get ready to watch one of my pre-recorded shows. As I plopped down on the bed backwards, I laid my left leg down and kept my right leg up so my coochie got some air. Next thing I knew, I was asleep. For some reason the last thought in my mind was the mail. I dreamed that I was still laying on the bed in all my glory. My legs were spread wide eagle in a "V". My mailman didn't knock. He just came on in. I heard him drop his mailbag and unzip his pants. I turned my head slightly to look at him. I gave him a lazy smile, "Is this a special delivery or a registered letter?" "Baby this is a special delivery." He said lowering himself to stoop in front of my coochie. He sniffed my pussy, "Hmm, fresh." I smiled. He lifted my ass from the bottom and pulled me towards him. He blew on my pussy and lick inside my pussy lips. He pulled on my clitoris swirling his tongue around it until he was sucking on it. The heat from his mouth sent waves of bliss thru me. I was on the verge of coming. I squirmed a little trembling from need. He must have thought I was trying to get away so he pulled me closer and injected his tongue deep inside my pussy. He moved it to the right flicking the tip of his tongue and then to the left. I grabbed my cover with my hands scrunching what ever in my clutch. He licked me straight in the middle of my pussy bringing the tip up and down leisurely. "Don't go there, please don't do that!" I pleaded as I shook with pleasure. I started clawing the bed, moving my head from side to side when abruptly I felt cold air. I shook from effect to the change in temperature. I placed one of my hands downs there to cover myself but he positioned it inside my pussy. He guided my fingers inside of me with his hand on top of mines. He was making me stroke myself. I was being finger fucked by the two of us. I was gyrating to the sensation of our fingers going in and out. He moved my hand out of the way and continued to fuck me with his fingers. Deeper and deeper he dove, circling me inside. I was so caught up that I had to finally grab his hand and ride it until I exploded with cum. "Yeah baby, that's it!" "Don't hold back!" "Oh oh oh shit!" "Yes yesssssss, yes yes!" I yelled. Once I was through quivering and slowed my movements down some he withdrew his hand and to be found it on his tongue. He sucked on his fingers. "You taste just like I anticipated." He mouthed between licks. I was too lightheaded to respond. I thought I was floating before I realized I was moving. He was pulling me to the edge of the bed. "Whew!" I exclaimed laughing. "For a min..." "Oh!" "What are..." He had wedged his cock in my pussy once I reached the edge of the bed. I thought I was about to fall down. This shit felt too damn real. He inched inside me unhurriedly, stretching me until I engulfed him. Then he moved out and back in each time plunging deeper. His strokes were slow and straight. He was right at my spot. I was aching so badly down there. I wanted him to pick up the pace. I tried to hump his dick fast but he just impaled me to the bed. I felt his shaft enlarging inside until I thought it was in my throat. "Who's running this motherfucker?" "You are." "Then let me do my job." "It's all yours." "Oomph!" "Oomph oomph!" was all I could get out before he pulled out and rammed back into me. He positioned both my legs on his shoulder and grabbed my ass and jammed his dick firmly inside me. I wrapped my ankles around his neck and he pumped deeper and faster into my pussy. I was on fire! I grabbed his ass and lifted myself up to meet his thrusts. I had to unlock my ankles from around his neck since he was putting a hurting on me. I wrapped them around his waist for more leverage. The bed was banging against the wall when I realized it was a real noise I was hearing and not in my dream. Something regarding it woke me up. I came out of my daze to see my mailman fucking me hard. I was thunderstruck! I couldn't bring to a halt because I was on the threshold of approaching my climax. His eyes were staring directly at me daring me to say or do something. He slowed down. "Don't stop." I panted. He smirked, " I hadn't considered it" Bizarre as it seem, he was, in a way raping me and I didn't think about because it felt too good. He proceeded to stir in and out of my pussy a slightly more rapidly. My bed was banging against the wall. Then he slowed down again and pulled me down on the carpet. With one leg half way hanging on the bed and the other one around his waist, he pushed his cock roughly inside my pussy. I arched up to give him more entrance and rode his dick hard too. "Baby that's it!" Give it to me" Ride this motherfucker!" "Open up that pussy and let me cum inside." He moaned. "Right there! Right there!" "Faster!" "I want it all!" I yelled. His balls were slapping against my ass. I palmed them in my hand and rubbed them touching the base of my pussy. I brought my other leg around him and tightened my clasp. "This pussy feel good!" "Whose is it?" I stopped for a moment. When I did he did too. "I said whose pussy is this?" "Don't make me hurt your ass just in case you didn't know it was mines." He said as he pumped me hard with each word. "Whose is it?" he said as he continued to force his dick deeper and harder. "Yours! Baby yours!" I whispered. "I can't hear you." "I said it's yours" "What, I still can't hear you?" "Yours baby!" "It's your mother fucking pussy!" He thrust real deep and pumped his hot sticky seed inside my wet hot ass pussy. I felt the hot fluid creaming down inside me. I felt his head on my g-spot and I couldn't help but to cum. "That's right baby." "Give it all to me." "Keep cumin." "Ride this dick!" His mouth traveled down to my neck. He nipped me until he latched on the side of my neck and bit me. I arched up form the pain and he gave me a final thrust while kneading my ass inward on his cock. We stayed that way for a few minutes until my back started hurting. I was expecting him to be limp when he pulled out. He was semi hard. As we got up I grabbed the edge of my bed to keep from falling back down due to my wooziness. He got behind me and lifted my ass halfway on the bed. He situated my ass in the air and inserted his cock back into my pussy. He used his knee to spread my legs wider apart. He pulled back until the tip of his dick was left inside of me and bit by bit back and forth he penetrated my pussy. I felt his dick increasing and getting rigid. "Oh that shit feels good." I let slip out of my mouth. I was too spent to do anything but let him have his way. He must've sensed that because he attacked my pussy from behind. I felt all of him from his balls to the top. He was pulling me backwards as he trust from behind. "Is this what you want?" he remarked. "Is this how you want it?" I retorted "Hell Yeah!" "This pussy is still dripping and hot" "It's making me cum already." Before I could respond he was pushing me up and down on his dick super fast that I had to take hold of my bed to hold on. "Damn baby this shit is hot" "You got some good pussy" "Fuck!" "I'm about to nut in you!" With the last word he tightened his embrace and detained me as he came. He moved my ass around in a circular motion on his dick as he nutted off. We both fell forward on the bed. I must have dozed off because when I woke up he was gone. I touched myself down there and felt the stickiness. My clit was still tender and throbbing; more so from the fucking. My mail was next to me in a nice little stack along with a piece of paper on top of it. "Special Delivery"