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Delivery

By: hrefnadrakis



She brushed the stray strands of hair away from her forehead. Even this early in the morning, it was hot. It was one of the rare occasions where she had been scheduled to meet their normal Wednesday morning delivery guy. She sighed as she straightened the counters for the fiftieth time.

Just then she heard the rumbled of the delivery truck pulling in behind the little diner. She grabbed the keys to the storeroom and moved towards the back door.

“Its about time” she muttered. She unlocked the back door at the knock and opened it. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight that greeted her. He was absolutely gorgeous. His hair, black as pitch, hung over one shoulder in a long thick ponytail. His eyes were a piercing green and his lips full, sensuous and kissable. She felt a syrupy heat pool low in her belly. His body was all hard muscle and bronzed skin. 

“Hey’ he said with a heart stopping smile, “Can you… sign for this.”

He let his eyes wander over her. She wasn’t the usual girl who was here on Wednesdays. She was taller by at least a foot. Her body was supple and lithe where Abigail’s was curvaceous.  Her breasts were full but not ample like Abigail’s. He found himself getting hard just looking at her. He wanted her… bad. 

“Yeah, not a problem” she said in a husky voice. He saw the desire building in her eyes as she watched him. He smiled at her again and watched her breath catch.

She led the way through the narrow hallway to the storeroom. Her rounded hips swayed in a natural grace. Unlocking the door, she preceded him inside as he carried the first box. She went out to the truck to help him. They worked out a system to maneuver through the tight hallway, one moving out of the way of the other. She felt herself breathing a little heavier as she watched his muscles ripple with each movement. God she wanted to fuck him and now.

He waited until the last two boxes were being carried in. Then he didn’t move out of the way when she came back out of the storeroom. She looked at him a little hesitantly and turned to the side. He followed suit and they tried to move passed one another. She stopped dead in her tracks when her stomach was brushed by something rigid, very rigid. Her breath caught again as she looked up into his eyes. They were slumberous and dark with desire. Her nipples tightened beneath her uniform and she felt the hot wetness of her need. He put the box down and stared into her eyes. Then he leaned down and kissed her hard.  He thrust his tongue passed her full lips and deep into her sweet mouth. She moaned in response as she returned his kiss.  He pressed her up against the wall, letting his hands move to her hips. He pulled her tight against his erection, brushing it back and forth against her.

Suddenly she pushed him back, her breath coming in heavy pants. He looked at her with a question in his eyes. She smiled seductively and, bit by bit, began to unbutton his shirt. She kissed her way across his chest, suckling hard at his nipples, making them ache with pleasure. She held his gaze as she swirled her tongue down his stomach and dipped it inside the waistband of his jeans. She chuckled softly as he growled. Then she opened his denims, letting his huge erection free. She gasped at the size of him and felt her pussy begin to throb with the yearning to have that hard shaft fill her to the hilt.

She gradually dropped to her knees. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue over the tip of him. He quivered in response and buried his fingers in her hair. He moaned loudly as she slid her lips over him in one long deep slide. Leisurely, she ran her tongue around the crown of his penis as she sucked lightly. She met her lips with her hands and stroked him as she pulled her mouth almost completely off him. Then quickly, she took him in again. He moaned as he watched her tease his cock into an even harder erection. God she was good at this, really good. 

Soon he felt the tightening inside him. His muscles tensed as the pleasure built and built until he couldn’t take it any more. He pulled her mouth from him.

“When I come I want to be buried between your thighs,” he growled as he pulled her to her feet, “So now it’s your turn.”

He pushed her back against the wall and ran his eyes over her. Holding her gaze, he reached for the first button on her uniform. Slowly he flicked it loose. Then, caressing the skin bared to him, he opened the second button. He repeated the moves until her uniform hung open and her lithe body was bared to his hot gaze. Her full breasts were encased in deep purple lace. Matching French cut panties hid the core of her from him. He smiled. He loved purple and lace. He flicked the front closure of her bra open, spilling them into his hands as he ran his hot mouth along her sleek skin. She moaned as he ran his thumbs over her hard nipples, sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight between her thighs.

“Yes” she moaned, arching her body into his hands. He squeezed a little harder. He took one aching tip deep into his mouth. He flicked his tongue against her nipple and then suckled her. She nearly screamed with the pleasure. With a snarl, he moved down her body, nipping as he went until he was on his knees. He drew her panties down her long legs and tucked them in his back pocket. He nipped at her hip as he leisurely stroked her. Her curls were hot and damp with desire. She trembled. He slid a single finger inside her, testing her. His entry was easy and he fought to control his hunger. Then a second joined the first and slowly he thrust them into her. She whimpered and trembled, her body giving another rush of liquid heat. He began slow and then increased the pace as her body tightened. When she began to push against his hand, he replaced his fingers with his mouth.

The pleasure assaulted her as his tongue plunged inside her. His breath taunted her as he licked deep, tasting her essence. Her fingers tightened in his hair. He flicked his tongue over her clit faster and more rapidly as her muscles began to quiver and tighten, striving for her peak.

“Yes… oh yes…. Ah” she moaned as her body tightened. It was close, so very close.

Just as her orgasm began, he pulled his mouth away. She moaned in frustration. Her moans turned into a gasping scream as his hard shaft thrust inside her. He filled his hands with her buttocks as he lifted her to accept all of him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he began thrusting into her aggressively. She encouraged him with hand, and mouth and body, matching his movements with equal intensity.

“Yes more… harder…”

“Yeah… um” he growled as he captured her mouth and mimicked his body. The dual sensation sent her flying into her orgasm. She grasped him with her thighs, arching her body and pulling him deeper.

He continued to thrust into her, deep and shallow. Deep. Deep. Shallow. Shallow. Deep. He moved his mouth down along her throat to her shoulder. His body tightened as he felt her second orgasm begin. Her inner muscles rippled along his length. She tried to pull him deeper inside her hot sheath, milking him, draining his control. 

When her hot mouth locked onto the curve of his shoulder and began to knead with her teeth, he lost it. The sounds of his thrusts a drum beat against the wall behind her. Her nails dug into his back and raked downward as she felt his seed spill deep into her body in a volcanic hot rush. He roared his release against her throat

Slowly he slid to his knees, taking her with him. She ended up straddling his hard thighs, still holding him deep. She trembled at the sensation. Her head fell to his shoulder. Their breathing slowly began to return to normal. 

She stood up on shaky legs, smiling contentedly. He returned her smile and rose. Unhurriedly, he clasped her bra and buttoned her uniform. She straightened his shirt and jeans.

“What a shame” she murmured as she zipped his jeans, concealing him from her gaze. He chuckled quietly.

Just before he walked back out to his truck to finish his route, he pulled her into his arms for a fierce hot kiss. Reluctantly she pulled away and then gave him a seductively hot smile.

“See you when you get home…. ”

“Most definitely…. Happy Anniversary.” He returned her smile, climbed into his truck and drove away, waving at her with her own lace panties. She chuckled, knowing she would have to pay an exquisitely lovely and erotic ransom to get them back.

Delivery



My name is Amy, and I have been marred for twenty-one years. Like any marriage we have had our ups and downs, however all in all it's been great.

My husband Berry just had prostate surgery last march and now is unable to perform in the bedroom if you know what I mean, it may be two years before he's back to normal, at forty nine years old this was quite a surprise.

We have one daughter Brandy which is away at college. I home schooled Brandy from the first grade and now with Berry working every day, I find myself feeling more alone than I have ever been in my life. 

I am from a large family and due to being the oldest was given a lot of responsibility at an early age. 

My Mom and Dad was very strict on me, however I have had a couple boyfriends before Berry but still was a virgin when we were marred.

I was very active playing tennis and was very good, I started playing even back before I started my first monthly cycle. 

I was a tall slim girl with blonde hair and soft blue eyes, and if I must say so, a great ass and breasts that stood out. 

When I went out on a date, this was the first thing a guy would go for. There was a few boys that tried to get down my paints and finger bang me, I let them play with my breasts, but I just wasn't ready for any cock.

I was brought up thinking sex was dirty, and had a real problem letting myself feel good, without feeling guilty.

Well that was than and this is now, I just turned forty five last December And I have a big day of cleaning the house a head of me. Joy Joy. About this time is when the real story starts.

It was about 1:00 PM and the delivery van pulls up outside, Berry is always getting computer parts so I met the guy at the front door.

He tries to hand me a large package, and then trips on the front step sending the box towards me and I go backwards falling on my back with my legs strait up in the air and with my panties pulled to one side giving him a good shot of my pussy and ass.

I was stuck there for a moment trying to remove the package off of me and get up. This has indeed been an interesting day.

The guy comes in, stands over me and helps me get to my feet. I quickly tie my robe back in place. There is dead silence for a moment, he than asked if I was ok and how sorry he was.

I stated that I was alright, but I'm sure my face was beat red and I felt like hiding my head. He had broken his signing pad in the mishap and was picking up the pieces. 

I helped and laid the parts on the table and ask if he would like to set down and try to repair it. He said thank you and started placing the parts back in the holder. 

We sit for a little while talking and thinking of what just accrued. I started to laugh out load, and went on to tell him about the type of day I was having and would he like something to drink.

He said that it was his quitting time and a drink would be really hit the spot, I agreed and ask what he would like.

He stated if I had something strong he could use it. I went into berry's computer room knowing he always kept gin in the side of his desk.

Brian watched as Amy walked out of the room, her good looks stood out, and I can't get the picture of her pussy out of my mind, A perfect shape that looked like a rose in full bloom, her blue eyes and full moist lips are a thing of beauty.

My sack grew tight, just from the thought of maybe fucking her. 

Amy was at Berry's desk looking for the gin, I hope It's still here she thought, I don't drink much at all, but since he just seen my pussy I could at lease have a drink with him. 

I took the gin and grabbed a couple of shot glasses and some cranberry juice on my way back in, I hope this will do, I said.

He grinned and said I think it will. As I poured the shots he told me his name is Brian and that he is twenty two years old and was new to this route. I don't think I will bring up my age. 

We put down a few shots and talked some more, He told me about his x-girl friends, his dog, and his truck, just like a guy.

I started feeling a little light headed from the gin and went to the kitchen for some more juice. It was going down real good. 

As I turned to go back to the table I seen he was undressing me with his eyes, as I passed I could see a huge bulge in his paints. I then thought well how am I going to get out of this, and do I want to get out of this. 

Berry had said if the time came when I needed some cock, as long as I didn't sneak around it won't be cheating, but Berry is the only one I have ever had and I'm just not sure. 

We had one more shot and I could see he was inching closer to my side of the table, I could really feel the gin now, and any wall of guilt that I had, was gone. 

That last shot has made my pussy go from zero to wet. A lot of things was going threw my head, he's not married, and he looks clean cut.

At that point I felt his hands rubbing my neck, ohhh that feels great I said, his hand slide down my back unhooking my bra.

I felt like a teenager out parking. nice first pass I thought, The neck is one of my erotic zones, It has been so long and I feel my nipples getting hard and I can feel the wetness forming on my panty's.

My breathing is getting heavy. I think I'm about to cum. His hand moves down to my breast, he moves down and takes a nipple in his month, I get a Jolt of pleasure through my clit. 

It has grown hard as a rock, so hard that it's pushing into my panties. He slides me around, chair and all facing him. He gets on his knees in front of me and slides my panties off my ass and down too the floor. 

My pussy is wet and I can feel a drop run down my leg, he putts his month on my clit and begins sucking hard and rolling his tong across my now swelled nub, I felt like my clit was going to explode.

He takes off my robe and moves me over to the couch, He than drops his paints and pulls his shirt over his head. His cock is full, he rubs it on my nipples and I can see pre-cum drip out his slit. 

I reach out and take his cock in my hand and place it in my mouth, I started sucking the head and than he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed his cock to the hilt, all the way to his ball sack, I can take it all the way in, his shift wasn't that long, but it was very thick.

He turned me over face down and spread my legs, I could feel him place the mushroom of his cock right at my ass, I've never had been into anal and I'm not starting now. 

I jumped forward and reached my hand back and guided his cock down to my pussy, He got the hint. 

He turned me over on my back and placed my legs up to his shoulders and pressed his cock to my opening, spreading my labia. 

I then froze, I had forgotten about a condom. I was just about to stop Brian in order to get a condom from the bedroom, when he pushed forward. 

My pussy was so wet his mushroom popped right in, a few more strokes, his balls was slapping on my ass. 

His thick cock felt great, my pussy was stretched open to the max, he was pumping hard pulling all the way out, then back in.

His thick cock was rubbing everything in my pussy, my clit was poking out touching the base of his cock, he was pumping in and out and I could feel his cock rubbing on the top of my pussy at the same time.

I felt that feeling that I needed to pee, I new I was close to cumming. Brian's thick cock was pumping me to a point that I wasn't sure what was going to happen.

One hell of a good feeling, But I didn't want to piss all over him, just than a feeling shot threw me, I new it was to late to stop.

I grabbed both sides of his ass and rammed him in me, my legs began to shake, my head went back, and I could feel cum shoot out of me, running down my crack and over his cock. 

He than pulled my legs up farther, I could feel the crown of his cock start to swell ever larger, so thick, so nice. I new he was ready to blow a nut in me. I began to cum again, He shoved as deep inside of me as he could.

I could feel the powerful gushes of his cum spray the back of my pussy again and again, It filled me up and overflowed out the bottom of my pussy and down my ass. 

I reached down and cupped his balls with my hands. I could feel him pump the last few squirts of cum into me. 

He brought my legs down and just laid on me kissing my neck, I could feel his cock start to shrink inside of me, he stood up and I could see him pop out of me bringing a wave of cum with it. 

He said that he had to get going, and could come by next Thursday. I said that I would like that and would it be about this time. He said yes, and came over and gave me a long kiss, and said good by.

I stood up, knee's very week, and went to the bathroom to clean myself, cum running down both legs, My pussy lips was red and tingling, Maybe a fuck buddy every now and then would be nice. I sure did enjoy fucking my stress away. More to follow later, stay tuned for chapter two...



Delivery!



It was a lazy summer night and Tasha lounged on the couch watching television. She flipped through the channels several times before stopping on the home shopping channel. With a deep sigh she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. One of her hands slid up onto her thigh and she slid her fingers up and down the soft skin.

Tasha's fingers lazily caressed her smooth tan skin. She smiled as goosebumps made their way from her toes to her head as she touched the middle of her tight shorts where her pussy was. With her middle finger she rubbed along the seam of the short shorts where her clit ring lay. She tickled it slightly and moaned quietly as her pussy quivered a little.

Heat started welling up inside her and she opened her eyes. With a devilish smile she giggled at an idea forming in her head. She opened her legs wide and ran her fingers over her hot pussy under her clothes and picked up the phone with the other hand...

30 minutes later there was a knock at the door and she opened it slowly. Her tight white shirt showed off her rock hard nipples even under her white lacy bra. The pizza boy handed her the box and told her the total, but she didn't even hear him. She set the pizza down on the table and invited him in. She dug through her purse for a moment before holding it upside down and pouting, "I don't have that much..."

The boy, Jeremy by what his name tag said, frowned and made to take her pizza back. Tasha's hand slowly found it's way onto his arm and she looked into his eyes with her big green childlike eyes, "Maybe we could work something out." She blinked and smiled deviantly at him, but he didn't get it.

He looked down and spoke quietly, "I have to take the pizza back and..." Suddenly he looked up at her realizing what she was hinting at. His face flushed and Jeremy stared at her in semi shock. This couldn't be right, or could it? Did she want him?

Tasha slid a hand up her firm stomach, over a perky breast and to her neck. Her body glistened slightly with a light sweat from the hot summer night. She walked slowly behind him, her hand tracing a path from his arm to her shoulder, and she shut the door. Leaning up seductively against it she put two fingers to her red pouty lips and smiled.

She tugged at her tight shirt and pulled it up slowly and took it off to reveal her beautiful full tits held back by her skimpy lacy bra. Jeremy gasped and looked down. He was cute, but shy. Tasha took his face in her warm soft hand and pulled it up to look at her. She smiled and stepped back so he could see her whole body as she unbuttoned her shorts.

Tasha wiggled slightly and pulled them down over her white bikini underwear. Jeremy's jaw dropped. She moved closer to him and grabbed his shirt at the waist. She smiled, looking into his eyes, as she pulled it up and off. He then smiled faintly, a shy little grin. He had nothing to be shy about, he had a great, tan muscular body.

She traced her fingers along his chest and shoulders leaving a warm trail along his already hot body. He looked her up and down, losing some of his shyness, and felt his cock getting hard at the site of her perfect trim body in front of him.

Tasha could feel wetness seeping into her panties and she moaned, closing her eyes and leaning her head back seductively. She moved over to the couch and motioned for him to follow. Jeremy walked over to the couch and she immediately grabbed his belt. She deftly worked at his belt and pants and slid them down along with his boxers. He had a thick full cock and her eyes widened at the site of beautiful dick.

She pushed him down on the couch and stood in front of him and undid her bra. Letting it fall, her perfect breasts seemed to spring free and hang on her body alluringly. Next she slid her panties down painfully slowly showing off her dark muff.

She now stood before him completely naked and he could smell her excitement. The scent aroused him even further and he felt a burning in his loins for the stranger. Tasha reached down into a cup and produced an ice cube. She ran it over her neck and down over her chest making her nipples grow even harder and stand erect.

Tasha knelt on the floor in front of Jeremy and touched the cold ice to his hot skin. She ran it down his chest and made him gasp and goosebumps rise all over his body. She ran the ice down over his hips and thighs and finally she took it into her mouth. She bent down and kissed him on the thigh letting the ice touch him between her lips. The mixture of hot and cold made Jeremy moan. She kissed him a few times before touching the head of his hard cock with the ice and her lips.

Jeremy clutched the couch and closed his eyes tight, the feeling was sensational. Tasha took some of his dick into her mouth and he could feel her hot, wet mouth and the cold hard ice all at once and he almost came right there like that but she pulled back. She slowly did it again, taking in more of his cock and more until she took it all the way in. He could feel the back of her throat and that ice in her mouth.

She sucked him and twirled her cold tongue all around his cock until the ice melted and she took him all the way into her mouth a few times until he exploded in the back of her throat. She swallowed happily and sucked him until he was dry.

Tasha got another ice cube and ran it over his body, licking and biting where it slid over his hot skin, until he was hard again. And it didn't take long at all! She straddled Jeremy on the couch and lowered herself until his cock lay between her pussy lips. He could feel the heat from her wet pussy and the juices flowing onto his cock. She rubbed on him, sliding up and down on his dick until he moaned and clutched her hips with his hands.

She reached a hand down and slid the tip of his cock into her soaked pussy and she slid down on him, taking him deep inside her. Jeremy leaned his head back as she slowly rode him, rocking her hips and twisting just right. Tasha closed her eyes and arched her back, riding him faster and faster, taking him all the way in, so deep.

Tasha soon clutched his shoulders tightly and cried out, shaking her head from side to side and gasping as her body trembled. Jeremy could feel her pussy tighten as she came and he moaned loudly as he also came deep inside her hot cunt.

Tasha sat on him, sweating and breathing heavily. She smiled again and kissed him. She moved her head down to his neck and bit and kissed there a while. She slid her hands all over his body and soon he was hard once more. It ached slightly, but he loved the feeling.

She climbed off of him and knelt on the floor. She leaned down onto her hands and knees and wiggled her perfect rump at him. She smiled and winked at him and he knew what she wanted. He got up and knelt behind her and slid his rock hard cock into her dripping wet pussy. Jeremy started a slow deep rhythm making Tasha moan in delight. He slid into her, rocking her forward while he held her perfect hips. Her back and waist where beautiful, especially in this position!

Tasha moaned and put her head down between her arms, offering her ass up even higher so he could feel deep inside her. She panted and gasped out, "Fuck me...in the ass!"

Jeremy's eyes widened and he smiled. He slid out of her slowly, very slowly, and placed the head of his cock up against her tight asshole. He slowly pushed inside her and she screamed out in pain and pleasure. He pulled her back onto him by the hips, ramming inside of her. She put two fingers into her mouth to keep from screaming again. Her tight hole held his cock firmly as he pushed deep inside of her again and again.

Soon her muffled cries rang out and an orgasm shook her body once more. She whimpered and clawed at the white carpet. Her ass tightened more around Jeremy's cock and he moaned loud, fucking her wildly. Soon he came deep inside her ass, letting his hot seed fill her up.

Exhausted he fell back, panting hard. Tasha rolled over onto her back and touched her clit ring lightly, feeling electricity ride through her trembling body as she did so. She sat up and grinned at Jeremy as she played with herself, sliding two fingers along her soaked muff and into her tight pussy. She reached onto the table and handed him the phone, "Think you better call in sick..." Tasha smiled and spread her legs wide, inviting him in once again.



Delivery



Samantha was growing tired of the warnings. Every single member of her family and friends seemed to want her to know that delivering pizzas was dangerous work; certainly not something meant for a girl. Listening to them talk, one would think that she had signed up for active combat as opposed to just delivering food.

It wasn't like she had a ton of options. The economy sucked and no one seemed to be hiring for "safer" work. Her car was in working order and she knew that she could make decent money off delivering food. It was better than starving to death while waiting for a more desirable job, at least.

It was the end of a Friday night, and Samantha had made mediocre pay. Still new at the job she had been having difficulty finding addresses, and her customers were punishing her lack of promptness with low tips. Needing the money, she volunteered to stay until close.

The phone rang two minutes before closing. Normally an order placed so late would be refused, but she begged her manager John to accept it. She needed the money, and the address was on the way home. Additionally, it was a pretty big order, which usually meant a larger tip. John wasn't happy about it, but he was a generally nice guy and he understood how desperately Sam needed the money.

Once the pizzas were ready Samantha paid for them out of pocket and clocked out. This would save her the time and gas of having to return to the store after the delivery, as she could simply pocket the money and go home. Loading the pizzas into her car, she headed off.

She found the address without any difficulty. It was a fairly large house, and it looked like someone was having a party. After parking her car on the street she stowed the night's tip money in her glove box and grabbed the pizzas.

Reaching the house, she found the front door wide open. Dozens of people were inside, drinking and having a good time. Despite the door being open Samantha attempted to ring the doorbell, hoping that whoever was going to pay for the food would come to her. Finding the doorbell broken, she reluctantly entered the house. Samantha didn't really care for large crowds.

Wandering around, she hoped that the person with the money would spot her. Unfortunately, everyone seemed pretty drunk, and no one seemed to acknowledge her presence. She attempted to ask a handful of people who had ordered the pizza, but most of them seemed too far from sober to give an intelligible answer. It took her a good minute or so to find out that the name of the man who had ordered the pizzas was Quinn, and another minute to actually find him.

Quinn looked like he was in his late 20s or early 30s. Tall and attractive, Samantha quickly felt insecure in his presence. She didn't consider herself ugly, but in her work uniform she felt tremendously awkward.

"You can put them on that table," he instructed after spotting her. "I'll be back in a minute, I just have to grab the money."

Samantha obeyed his instructions, placing the pizzas on the table. Standing by them awkwardly, she waited for his return. She felt as though everyone was eyeing her, but told herself that it was probably just her imagination – they were probably more interested in the food that she had brought. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was suddenly the focus of everyone's attention.

Quinn returned after a minute and shut off the music on his way in. As he entered the room everyone became immediately silent, making Samantha deeply uncomfortable. None of what was going on made sense to her but she didn't know what to do. As Quinn approached her she stood still, feeling terribly nervous.

"Sam, is it?" he asked, reading her name tag.

"It is," she timidly answered. "Short for Samantha."

"Well, Sam, I'd like to thank you for delivering the pizzas," he replied. "Despite it being a large order and late at night you were extremely quick in getting here, and you deserve a large tip for that. More importantly, though, you now have a chance to earn an even larger tip."

"No thanks," she answered. She needed the money, but she was extremely uncomfortable and just wanted to get home.

"Come on, Sam," he encouraged. "Don't be such a coward – at least find out what I'm asking before you shoot me down."

Samantha didn't want to know what he was asking but she didn't really have much of a choice. He hadn't paid her yet, and she couldn't afford to just throw away the $50 that the pizzas had cost. With no other options, she figured it wouldn't kill her to just find out what exactly Quinn wanted.

"Okay," she replied, trying to mask the nervousness in her voice. "What are you asking?"

"A simply proposal, really," he answered. "That uniform looks terrible on you, Sam – though I doubt it really looks good on anyone. Not to offend, but quite frankly you look ridiculous in it."

His words made Samantha feel tremendously self-conscious. She was already uncomfortable with her appearance in the uniform, and having a man whom she found attractive mention it hurt her feelings. The fact that dozens of strangers were watching and listening didn't help things, either.

"Don't look so hurt, now," he comforted her, picking up on her discomfort. "I'm not saying that you're ugly – just that the uniform is. Unless you're the person that designed it, you have nothing to be ashamed about. Hell, anyone would look silly wearing that thing, which brings me to my point."

"Here's the deal," he continued. "I'm going to tip you $10 for the pizza – not a bad profit on a $50 bill. However, for each article of clothing that you remove I'm going to add $10 to that tip. Lose it all, and I'll even throw in an additional $50."

"No thanks," Samantha replied, trying to sound firm. She was uncomfortable enough as she was, stripping in front of strangers was absolutely out of the question.

"See, there's that cowardice again," Quinn observed. "Frankly, it's almost as unbecoming as that uniform is on you. An intelligent woman would realize that she could make an easy $20 just for taking her shoes off, yet you seem eager to walk out of here with a measly $10 tip."

Samantha considered the proposal. She did need the money, and it was hard to turn down $40 to strip out of her socks and shoes. Still, she felt very uncomfortable there with everyone watching her, and didn't want to admit that she was wrong in declining his offer in the first place.

"I'm not a whore," she stated.

"Sam, I think you might be a little confused about what exactly whores do," Quinn explained condescendingly. "I didn't ask you to fuck for money; I offered you money to strip out of your clothing. If you're too afraid to accept that deal, little girl, then that's fine – some people are just natural cowards, I guess. Out of curiosity, though, might I ask how many pizzas you'd have to deliver in order to make $20?"

Sam unwillingly did the math in her head, and realized that at the rate she was going $20 worked out to approximately 10 deliveries – more if she subtracted the cost of gasoline. Thinking about how long it would take her to do that, she felt a little foolish refusing $20 for something that she could do in a matter of seconds. Furthermore, she was a little irritated with the dismissive way that he accused her of being a coward. Though Samantha wouldn't exactly describe herself as the bravest person who ever lived, she didn't like the way that his words made her feel like an insignificant little child. Unable to come up with a reason not to, Samantha kicked off her shoes.

"See, that wasn't so hard at all, now was it?" Quinn laughed, placing a $20 bill on the table along with $60 for the pizzas. "Easiest $20 you've made in your entire life, right? Now the question is, do you want to leave it at $20 or see how much more you can get?"

Samantha still wanted to get out of there, but she really could use the money. She wasn't about to get naked in front of a roomful of strangers, but she realized that there were other things you could strip out of without shame. Eager to make some more easy money, she removed her jacket and socks. 

"Another easy $30," Quinn announced, placing the money on the table. "But that's about it for easy. You've made $60 so far including the initial tip, but you could make so much more. So, what's it going to be – take the money and run away, or prove that you're not a coward and grab some more?"

Samantha thought about her situation. She was still wearing her shirt, pants, bra, and panties. She didn't think that she could actually manage to get completely naked in a roomful of strangers, but the money was extremely tempting. Everyone seemed drunk, anyway – they probably wouldn't remember a thing the next morning.

Taking a deep breath, Samantha stripped out of her shirt and pants. Standing in her underwear, she began to regret her decision – with every eye on her she felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life. Self-consciously, she folded her arms over her body.

"And that's $80," Quinn stated. "Lose the underwear and you'll make another $70 and walk out of here $150 richer."

"I can't," Samantha replied. "I'm sorry, but I can't just get completely naked here."

"That's just silly, Sam," Quinn laughed. "You're already almost there, and frankly your bra and panties don't exactly cover much. Every man in this room can already tell pretty much exactly what you look like naked, yet you're going to pass up a chance to almost double your money?"

Samantha didn't like the idea of getting naked, but his argument was compelling. $70 was more than she had been making for an entire eight hour shift, and she really did need the money. Reminding herself that no one except Quinn seemed sober enough to remember it anyway, she pulled her bra off and slid her panties down to her ankles.

Stepping out of the panties, the room erupted in laughter and applause. Samantha regretted her decision, but it was too late to change it. True to his word, Quinn added another $70 on the pile. Picking the money up, he offered it to her. Samantha lunged at it, eager to collect her earnings so that she could get dressed again.

After grabbing the money from his hands she spun around to collect her discarded clothing. To her horror, though, the clothing was no longer lying on the floor where she left it. Clutching the bills in her hand she folded her arms over her body, desperately searching the room with her eyes for her clothes.

"Okay, who took my clothes?" she demanded, hoping to mask the fear in her voice with a tone of anger.

Unfortunately, no one answered. Samantha knew that they had heard her – though no one was talking she clearly had everyone's undivided attention. Beginning to panic, she spun back around to address Quinn.

"Okay, asshole," she growled. "That's a very funny joke; now give me my fucking clothes back before I call the cops."

"I didn't take them," he laughed. "And that attitude is hardly making me want to help you find out who did. Really, Sam, I'm hurt – I thought we were friends."

Samantha didn't know what to do. She didn't believe for a single second that he hadn't been involved in her clothing's disappearance, but she didn't know how she could force him to help her. Realizing that she'd need to play along in order to get his help, she repressed her rage.

"Okay, I'm sorry," she apologized through clenched teeth. "I didn't mean to accuse you of anything, and we totally are friends. Please help me find my clothes, Quinn?"

"I don't know, Sam," he sighed. "That doesn't sound very fun at all, and I'm not hearing anything that would be in it for me. I think I'm going to have to pass, unless you can find a way to make it worth my while."

"Okay, I get it," she sneered. "Fine, take your fucking money back. Should have known there'd be a catch."

"There was no catch," he shrugged. "The money is yours, and I don't want it back – if I did, I doubt I'd have given it to you so easily. Really Sam, you should stop being so paranoid."

"Then what the fuck do you want?" she demanded.

"You can start by sucking my dick," he suggested. "That seems like it would be an appropriate way for you to apologize for your hurtful accusations. Once you've done that we can discuss what I'll need in order to help you."

"I'm not a whore," she reminded him.

"And I wasn't planning to pay you," he laughed. "But hey, if you need time to think it over, that's okay. I'll be around if you should change your mind."

Quinn walked away after saying his piece. Samantha tried to follow him, but her path was quickly blocked by partygoers. Looking around the room, she felt tremendously nervous. She was fully naked in a room full of fully clothed strangers, and they were all staring at her.

Further complicating matters was Samantha's reaction to the situation. Consciously she was terrified; she realized that that was exactly the type of situation that everyone had warned her about. On a deeper level, though, it was turning her on. Samantha had always had a deep exhibitionism streak, and her libido didn't seem to care one bit about the danger that her brain was screaming to her about.

Unsure of what else to do, Samantha began searching for her clothing. Still self-conscious about her nudity, she found it difficult to move around freely due to her need to cover herself with her arms. After a few minutes she realized how futile the task was – her clothing wasn't lost, it was stolen. It seemed unlikely that whoever had taken her clothes would have simply left them lying around somewhere.

Realizing that she was wasting her time, Samantha decided to search for Quinn. She didn't plan to actually go down on him in exchange for his help, but she hoped that she might be able to talk him into helping her just the same. Unfortunately, Quinn was no longer in the room and she wasn't crazy about the idea of wandering around the house to find him. Exploring the rest of the house would mean that more strangers would see her naked, and more troubling that someone she actually knew might see her naked as well.

Steeling her will, Samantha left the room. She hoped that everyone else at the party would be too drunk to notice her state, but it seemed unlikely. As she began to wander, she found that everyone noticed her condition, and most were all too eager to point it out to those who hadn't.

The staring and pointing wasn't the worst of it, though. Samantha found that every time she walked within grabbing distance of someone, that someone crudely groped her. Most focused on her breasts and ass, but a handful of the bolder ones aimed between her legs. She was very careful to keep her thighs clenched tightly together – she had no desire for anyone else to find out how embarrassingly wet she had become.

Eventually, she spotted Quinn in the kitchen. Making her way towards him she did her best to fend off the groping hands of strangers, though it was a futile effort. There were simply too many of them, and it was impossible to keep them all at bay.

Doing her best to ignore the anonymous hands that grabbed her she pushed her way towards Quinn. She was sure that he had seen her, but he seemed comfortable to wait where he was standing and let her come to him. She made it within five feet of him before someone grabbed her.

The stranger wrapped his hands around her right wrist, pulling it away from her body. Clenching her thighs together, she attempted to cover her breasts with her left arm; only to have that grabbed and pulled away by another stranger standing on her opposite side. With her arms restrained away from her body, she focused on keeping her legs together – until more hands grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart.

Samantha struggled, but it was no use. She considered crying out for help, but that just seemed silly – everyone in the room was already staring at her, it was unlikely that anyone would actually be interested in helping. As she tried in vain to wrench her limbs free she felt more hands exploring her body, crudely groping her most sensitive flesh. Unable to stop them she simply stood there and accepted the abuse, trying as hard as she could to not be turned on by it.

Unfortunately, the owners of the hands didn't seem satisfied with merely squeezing Samantha's breasts and ass. After a few seconds she felt fingers worming between her legs, exploring her crotch. After roughly rubbing her clit for a few moments, a finger slid into her.

"Jesus Christ!" a stranger announced. "You wouldn't believe how wet this slut is!"

"I am not, you fucking liar!" she protested.

"Fine, don't take my word for it," the stranger laughed. "Someone else check this out and back me up – this bitch is literally drenched."

Samantha's face went bright red. She knew that the stranger had been telling the truth, but had hoped that she'd be able to bluff her way to dignity. As the stranger withdrew his hand a different man slipped his hand between her legs, sliding a finger inside her. Groaning in shame and humiliation, Samantha realized that their assault was only intensifying her arousal.

"Bill's telling the truth," the new stranger laughed. "This whore really is juiced up."

The room erupted in laughter while Samantha tried to force her legs shut. It was futile, of course, but she didn't know what else to do. While she struggled against the powerful hands that held her open and vulnerable, the new stranger began to pump his fingers in and out of her. Humiliated, Samantha realized that she was actually wet enough that she could hear the sloshing sounds emanating from her crotch.

As the stranger began to build up speed, Samantha felt new hands canvasing her body. Groping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, she was finding it increasingly difficult to mask her lust. Biting down on her lip, she did her best to refrain from openly moaning under the assault.

Samantha was in the process of adjusting to the hands groping her when she felt a finger worming its way between her butt cheeks. Mortified, she tried to thrash back and forth but found that the grips on her limbs were far too tight to allow her any defense. While the crowd laughed at her humiliation she felt the finger forcing its way into her asshole, crudely probing her depths.

Samantha was finding it increasingly difficult to control her arousal and maintain her focus. Though consciously terrified, the stimulation to seemingly every inch of her skin was just too much for her to handle. Feeling her vagina growing wetter by the instant, she began to moan against her will.

Feeling her resolve rapidly melting away, Samantha became vaguely aware of Quinn slowly approaching her. Racking her brain, she searched for something to say to him to convince him to help her. Unfortunately, she found it tremendously difficult to focus on anything with the strangers' hands expertly manipulating her flesh.

"Well, I see you've found something to keep yourself entertained," he laughed. "Should I assume that you no longer want my help finding your clothes?"

A very significant part of Samantha wanted to tell him that it was a fair assumption, but she forced that part down. As much as she was enjoying the abuse, she was still terrified and humiliated. Samantha didn't want to be a slut, and it was difficult for her to ignore that being completely nude in a party while being groped by strangers was a pretty slutty thing to do. Focusing her willpower, she tried her hardest to repress her own moans so that she could answer his question.

"You have to help me," she blurted out. "Please, I don't want this."

"Is that so?" Quinn laughed. "Cause, you know – I heard a rumor that your cunt is apparently dripping all over the place. Hell, I can even see the evidence from where I'm standing – George's fingers are shiny with your slut slime."

"That doesn't mean anything!" she protested.




Delivery



"I disagree," he retorted. "I'm pretty sure it means that you want to fuck. And hey, good news, bitch – this house is full of men, and probably a handful of women, that would love to help you out with that."

"Please, just let me go and help me find my clothes!" she begged.

"I suppose I could," he laughed, "but judging from how easily George's fingers are sliding in and out of you I think you'd just resent it. You might not want to admit it, but you're a complete slut and this is exactly what you want."

"I am not," she moaned, hating herself for her inability to sound more serious and less lustful.

"Well, if you're going to insist on lying to me, I don't see how I can help you," Quinn sighed. "It's sad, really – again, I thought we were friends, Sam."

Samantha absolutely did not want to admit that she was a slut, but she didn't see what choice she had. It looked like Quinn was about to disappear again, and she had no idea how she would manage to get free and find him if that happened. On a deeper level, the fact that she was having difficulty holding back an orgasm was making it very difficult for her to believe that she wasn't every bit the slut that he claimed she was.

"Okay, wait," she moaned. "You're right, I'm a slut. Please help me now, Quinn? I need your help."

"If you say so," he shrugged. "Sorry, George, but it looks like Sam here needs me instead of you. Step away, but don't worry – I'm sure you'll get a turn later."

Unclear on what was going on, Samantha watched as George sighed deeply and backed away, withdrawing her fingers from her. Quinn approached her confidently, stopping mere inches away from her body. Maintaining eye contact, he reached down and slid his fingers back into her.

Quinn's dexterity managed to make George's efforts seem almost infantile. Expertly probing her while rubbing her clit, he drove her to distraction. It took all of Samantha's focus to remember that she wanted him to help her find her clothes, not get her off.

"That wasn't what I meant!" she moaned, feeling her legs begin to wobble. "I meant that I need you to help me find my clothes! I want you to stop all of this!"

"See, there you go hurting my feelings again," Quinn sighed. "Tell me, slut – what exactly am I doing wrong, here? You're clearly the expert on getting fingered by strangers, so enlighten me. How can I improve me technique?"

"It's not that," she cried. "Your technique is fine, but I just want to get dressed and go home!"

"Fine?" he shot back. "Come on, Sam, have a little respect for me. I know what women mean when they say something is 'fine'. It's the polite way to say inadequate. Frankly, my feelings are so hurt that I just don't feel like helping you at all."

Samantha wasn't quite sure how she should react. She knew that she wanted to get her clothes and go home, but she was having difficulty remembering why. She did, however, understand that it would be a bad idea to make Quinn angry at her.

"I'm sorry," she moaned. "I didn't mean it like that. Please accept my apology?"

"I'm not really looking for a verbal apology, bitch," Quinn growled. "We discussed the correct way for a slut like you to apologize earlier, I believe."

Samantha remembered how Quinn had referred to performing oral sex on him as an adequate way to apologize for hurting his feelings. At the time it had seemed out of the question, but things had since changed. Being relentlessly groped by countless strangers made the thought of going down on him seem comparatively far less slutty than it had earlier.

"Okay, wait," she blurted out. "I'll do it."

"Do what, slut?" Quinn laughed, continuing to expertly masturbate the helpless girl.

"I'll suck your dick," she whimpered, feeling terribly slutty just saying the words.

"You make it sound like such torture," he sighed. "That's rather personally insulting, you know. If you're truly sorry for your transgressions, you probably shouldn't act so disgusted."

Samantha was torn. Deep down, she did actually want to do what he was asking. Unfortunately, her desire to not be seen as the type of girl that would go down on a stranger that she had just met in a public place was preventing her from being open about that. Reminding herself that she did actually need Quinn to help her, she swallowed her pride and gave herself permission to be honest about her desires.

"I'm sorry," she began. "I didn't mean to imply that it would be torture. Please let me suck your dick, Quinn? I really, really want to. Please don't deny me the honor of taking your cock down my throat?"

"The 'honor'?" he laughed. "I suppose when you put it like that I just can't refuse her. Let her go, guys – I don't think she needs to be restrained for this."

The strangers obeyed Quinn, releasing their grips on Samantha's wrists and ankles. Freed, she briefly considered running but knew that she wouldn't. She tried to tell herself that it was because she knew that she'd be caught, but she knew it was really just because she didn't want to.

Dropping to her knees, she quickly undid Quinn's pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. As his semi-hard penis flopped out she hesitated briefly. Painfully aware that everyone in the room was watching her, she was struggling with the reality of what she was about to do.

Reminding herself that she had no choice, she reached up and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. As the roomful of strangers watched, she brought her face up to his groin and gave it a nervous lick. Realizing that she would need to do more, she inserted it into her mouth.

Quinn didn't seem pleased with her timid performance. Placing his hand on her head he ran his fingers through her hair and clamped down hard. Gripping tightly, he forced her to rapidly bob her head back and forth.

As Samantha allowed Quinn to take control of her actions, the other strangers in the room decided to get back in on the act. Again feeling their probing hands, Samantha considered trying to swat them away but thought better of it. She didn't like looking like a slut, but she could not deny that she was enjoying the stimulation. Besides, they were just squeezing and groping at the moment – it wasn't like anyone was sticking anything inside her.

The lack of poking didn't last, of course. After a few moments, she felt someone's fingers working their way into her vagina. The fingers felt thicker than Quinn's, but lacked his dexterity. Samantha considered swatting them away, but again chose not to. They might not have felt as good as Quinn's had, but they did feel good. Besides, from a kneeling position it was unlikely that too many people could see what they were doing.

After a few more moments, another set of fingers attempted to work their way into Samantha's vulnerable anus. She did attempt to swat those away – though she may have been overpowered by her lust, she wasn't about to let a stranger finger her ass. Unfortunately, the owner of the fingers didn't seem to care for her lack of consent. Grabbing her wrist, he held it down and slapped her hard across the ass. As the pain gradually dissipated, Samantha felt his finger working right back into her asshole. Jerking back, she forced Quinn's penis out of her mouth so that she could protest.

"Not in the ass!" she growled, hoping to make it very clear that that particular orifice was off-limits.

Quinn didn't seem to approve. Tightening his grip on her hair he pulled her head away from him, forcing her to look up. Holding her in position he brought his hand down across her face, slapping her roughly. It hurt, but Samantha was surprised to find that it also turned her on.

"It's not a good idea to give me orders," Quinn explained. "It's an even worse idea to stop sucking my dick to do so."

"I'm sorry," she pleaded, "but I don't want anyone putting anything in my ass!"

Quinn let out an exasperated sigh and shot Samantha a disapproving look. Visibly disinterested in her objections, he slapped her across the face again. Once more, Samantha found herself confused as her body grew more aroused from the rough treatment.

"Sluts like you don't get to be picky," he warned. "There's a lot of people at this party, you know. If we limit you to just your two preferred holes, I don't think that everyone will get a turn – and that just wouldn't be fair."

Samantha was terrified. She had hoped that she'd be able to get out of there having simply given Quinn a blowjob and allowed a few strangers to grope her; she didn't expect to actually have to have sex with anyone – much less anal sex. She wanted to argue, but couldn't think of anything that she could say that would result in anything other than another slap to the face.

Accepting that she wouldn't be able to talk Quinn out of it, she switched her focus back to performing oral sex on him. She hoped that she might be able to do a good enough job that he'd take mercy on her and protect her, but a part of her was looking forward to the abuse. Consciously she found the idea of being raped by a houseful of strangers to be terrifying, but she found it to be a major turn-on as well.

As Quinn again took control of Samantha's actions, the person who had been fingering her ass went back to work. Unable to protest verbally, Samantha merely groaned in humiliation as his fingers probed deeply into her. Unfortunately, her groans simply provoked more laughter and did nothing to stop his assault.

As the fingers began to pump in and out of her ass Samantha began to unwillingly enjoy the abuse. Although uncomfortable, the stimulation wasn't actually painful. As she began to adjust, she found that she quite enjoyed the feeling of being probed in all three holes. Her willpower rapidly dissolving, she realized that if everything kept up the way that it was she might actually reach orgasm.

As much as she would enjoy an orgasm, Samantha didn't think she could handle the humiliation that she knew she would experience if she actually managed to achieve one. In the hopes of distracting herself she poured her energy and focus into orally servicing Quinn. She figured that the sooner she got him off, the sooner the whole thing might end.

Quinn didn't exactly make it easy for her to cooperate, though. Gripping her hair hard he had complete control over her movements, and it didn't seem like he was planning to cede any of that control. Allowing him to control her head, Samantha focused on massaging his cock with her tongue.

As time progressed Quinn's control grew increasingly more violent. With each stroke that he forced he went a little deeper and a little faster, frequently gagging Samantha. As she felt the tip of his penis being forced repeatedly into her throat she considered protesting, but had no idea how to go about doing so. Instead she simply focused on preventing herself from vomiting.

Unfortunately, even Quinn's rough treatment wasn't enough to distract her from orgasm. The owners of the many hands that were on and in her body seemed to follow Quinn's lead, and had grown for more aggressive in their assault. Terrified at the thought of cumming in public Samantha again wrenched her head off of Quinn's penis, pulling her hair painfully in the process.

"You need to make them stop," she begged. "I'll suck your cock, I'll do anything else you want, but you need to tell your friends to take their hands off of me."

Quinn made her regret her demands quickly. Releasing a heavy sigh, he again slapped her hard across the face. Shooting her a disapproving look, he made it clear to her that he was displeased with her disobedience. Thoroughly intimidated, Samantha tried to lower her face submissively; but Quinn held her in place.

"Your facial expression tells me that I don't need to further remind you that you don't give the orders here," he observed. "Just the same, I'm feeling curious. Tell me, bitch – why exactly do you want my friends to stop?"

"I'm not a slut!" she proclaimed.

Looking more irritated than angry, Quinn again slapped Samantha across her face. She let out an involuntary moan, inspired by both Quinn's brutality and the relentless hands of his friends. Terrified, she realized that she wouldn't be able to hold off her orgasm much longer.

"We've discussed the importance of honesty, Sam," he sighed. "I thought we were past this – every single person in this house already knows you're a slut, so why hide it any longer? Regardless, you didn't answer my question. Why exactly do you want them to stop?"

"They're going to make me cum," she confessed tearfully, unsure of what else she could say but the truth. "Please don't make me cum like this, Quinn?"

"Of course they're going to make you cum, slut," Quinn laughed. "I mean, it's not exactly rocket science – shove things in a slut's holes and she'll inevitably cum. I just can't understand why that would be a problem for you."

Samantha racked her brain for an explanation, but was unable to come up with anything other than "I'm not a slut". She knew better than to attempt that explanation again – she didn't want to be slapped again, and she realized that her behavior was directly contradicting it anyway. Fortunately, rather than wait for an answer Quinn simply rammed his penis back into her mouth, sparing her from having to reply.

Realizing her orgasm was inevitable, Samantha stopped trying to hold back. As the hands and fingers continued to explore and probe her, she felt her orgasm begin. Moaning loudly into Quinn's crotch, she hoped that no one would notice, though it seemed unlikely. There were far too many people paying attention to her for everyone to miss it. Besides, Samantha's orgasms were rarely quiet.

As waves of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her body, Samantha gave up on any attempt to be subtle. She knew she'd probably regret her openly slutty behavior later, but that was the last thing on her mind. Arching her back and grinding her hips back to meet the probing fingers that violated her, she let everyone know exactly what was going on.

As Samantha's orgasm gradually wound down Quinn pulled her head off of his cock. Looking around, Samantha saw that every eye in the room was still focused on her, and most were quietly laughing. Once her orgasm finally ended, the strangers began to applaud; amplifying Samantha's shame.

"That sure didn't take you long," Quinn laughed. "You know, for a girl that claims she isn't a slut, your behavior doesn't exactly agree. I mean, most decent women wouldn't strip naked in a house full of strangers and then cum so loudly when being finger-fucked in front of an audience."

Her face bright red, Samantha began to weep tears of shame. She wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that this wasn't who she was, but she couldn't even convince herself. She tried to lower her face to hide from everyone's laughter but Quinn sadistically held it high, letting everyone see her clearly.

Rather than force her back into orally servicing him, Quinn pulled Samantha to her feet. Her legs still wobbly from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced, she followed Quinn as he led her to the kitchen island. Pushing on her back, he bent her down over it. With Samantha bent over the island, Quinn's friends quickly grabbed her wrists and held her down.

As Quinn reached between Samantha's legs she considered clenching them shut but decided not to. Doing so would make it difficult to balance, but more importantly she had little interest in blocking his advances. Sliding two fingers inside of her, Samantha quickly remembered how skillful he was. Feeling that she had already sunk as low as she possibly could, she began to moan loudly as Quinn masterfully fucked her with his fingers.

"And you claim you aren't a slut," Quinn laughed. "Less than a minute after you came, and you're already good to go again. Tell me, bitch – what kind of a woman do you think behaves like that?"

"A slut," Samantha lustfully admitted.

"Good girl," Quinn praised. "Since you're being so honest with me, I think you deserve a reward. You obviously enjoy getting fingered by strangers, but I'm betting that you'll like the real thing even better."

Samantha thought about asking him to reward her by helping her to find her clothes instead, but it seemed silly. It didn't seem like the kind of request that he would agree to, and she wasn't even sure that she really wanted it. Though still terrified and deeply ashamed of her behavior, she couldn't ignore how much she was enjoying her abuse.

Removing his hands from her crotch, Quinn slowly guided the head of his penis into Samantha. As Samantha moaned in lust, he slowly pushed into her. Though Samantha had been extremely turned on, she felt as though his massive cock was stretching her to her very limits.

"You like this, don't you slut?" Quinn laughed. "You've only known me for a few minutes, and already you're taking my cock while my friends watch. Tell them what you are, bitch."

"I'm a slut," she moaned lustfully.

"Goddamned right," he growled, picking up speed. "And guess what, slut? As soon as I'm finished with you, they're all going to take turns too. How's that make you feel?"

Samantha wanted to lie and say that it made her feel disgusted, but she didn't see the point to it. Quinn obviously had figured out how she reacted to public humiliation and it was unlikely that she'd be able to fool him. Besides, everyone must have already assumed that she was the biggest slut in the world, so it wasn't like lying would buy her back any dignity.

"I fucking love it," she confessed. "I don't want to, but it makes my cunt wet."

"Of course it does, slut," he replied. "And yet, you rudely asked me to tell them to stop earlier. Correct yourself, bitch. Tell them how much you enjoy their attention, and how much you'd like them to continue."

Asking Quinn's friends to continue molesting her seemed a bit much for Samantha but she didn't really have a choice. She did want them to continue, and Quinn didn't sound like he was asking. Besides, with him fucking her from behind at least her asshole was safe – the worst they could do would be to continue groping her breasts.

"I'm sorry I pretended I didn't like it earlier when you were groping me," she announced to no one in particular. "Please accept my apology and use me however you see fit."

They didn't need to be told twice. No sooner did Samantha finish her apology then she felt countless hands running all over her skin, converging on her breasts and ass. As they squeezed and groped her sensitive flesh, she felt another orgasm rapidly building.

"Dude, you need to switch to a different position," someone stated. "We can't finger her asshole like this, you know?"

"What do you think, slut?" Quinn asked. "Is your asshole getting all neglected and lonely? Do you want to switch to a different position so my friends can stick their fingers – or anything else they feel like – in your back door?"

Samantha really didn't want to answer the question. The truth was that she did secretly want someone to finger her ass again, but she didn't want to admit it. In her mind, anal sex just wasn't something that normal girls did – it was reserved for whores and sluts, and should be avoided at all costs. It seemed so disrespectful and dirty to her. Unfortunately, those very qualities made it extremely desirable as well. She could accept that she wanted it, but she wanted to be forced so that she could absolve herself of any moral guilt.

Quinn, however, didn't seem to have meant the question rhetorically. Pulling out, he slapped her ass hard before inserting himself back into her. Realizing that she'd have to give an answer, Samantha decided she may as well tell him the truth.

"I do," she admitted.

Pulling his cock out of her again, Quinn grabbed Samantha by her hair. After jerking her upright, he led her back into the living room, using her hair as a leash. Taking a seat on the couch, he motioned for her to straddle him.




Delivery



Samantha eagerly complied; climbing up over Quinn's seated body. After aiming the tip of his cock at her slit she slowly slid down on it, impaling herself. Evidentially displeased with her lack of speed, Quinn grabbed her ass hard and began to force her to bounce up and down. Once Samantha had assumed the rhythm that he had shown her, though, he released her ass and relaxed, folded his hands behind is head.

Quinn's friends didn't wait for an invitation. The instant his hands were off of her ass, Samantha felt their hands crudely squeezing her cheeks and pulling them apart. Once they were spread open, she felt someone forcing two fingers into her. The added girth of the second finger hurt her at first, but she quickly adjusted to it.

It wasn't just her ass that they focused on, though. A pair of hands reached over and slid up her chest, focusing on her breasts. Looking down, Samantha realized that they were a woman's hands.

Samantha had always identified as straight. She had never been with a woman, nor had she ever really wanted to. She considered batting the hands away and explaining that she wasn't gay, but it didn't seem like a great idea. Not only did it seem like it would be ineffective, but she suspected that if Quinn knew how uncomfortable she was about lesbian sex he'd likely make a point of forcing her into it.

Samantha tried to force herself to ignore the gender of the hands' owner, but found it difficult to do so. More troubling to her, though, was the fact that she realized she actually deeply enjoyed the stimulation. Though the stranger lacked the forcefulness of a man, she more than made up for it with her dexterity. As she continued to expertly massage Samantha's nipples, she found herself moaning in pleasure.

"So, you're into girls too, huh?" Quinn observed, picking up on Samantha's enjoyment. "Why aren't I surprised? That's probably for the best, by the way – you'll be sucking Jill's cunt later tonight, and I wouldn't want it to be awkward."

"I can't," Samantha protested weakly. "I'm not gay."

"Please, sluts like you can't be too picky," Quinn laughed. "You don't seem to care about her gender while she's fondling your tits, I doubt you'll care much later when she's fucking your mouth. It's a moot point, anyway – you don't have a choice."

Samantha was strangely grateful for his statement. The fact that she really didn't have a choice absolved her in a way. Realizing that she would be used as Quinn saw fit whether she liked it or not, she stopped fighting her reaction to Jill's talented fingers. She was still terrified by the thought of having to actually go down on a woman, but it didn't make much sense to dwell on it.

After several minutes of riding Quinn, Samantha felt the fingers that had been probing her anus withdraw. As soon as they were removed, she felt something wet and slipper being squirted into her ass. She couldn't tell precisely what it was, but she gathered that they were lubing her up.

After feeling the fingers massaging the cool fluid into her for a few seconds she found out why they were lubing her up. She couldn't tell exactly what the object was from her perspective, but she knew it was big. She assumed based on how it felt that it was a dildo, and though it didn't feel enormous it was certainly much larger than the fingers that had been inside her.

Samantha grunted loudly as they continued to force the object into her. Even with the lube it was still fairly painful for her, though the pain was manageable. Pain aside, she was getting extremely nervous – as the dildo pressed deeper into her ass, the fantasy of remaining an anal virgin throughout the night seemed less and less probable.

"Don't look so worried," Quinn stated, having noticed the concerned expression on Samantha's face. "They're just getting you ready. It might hurt a little, but you'll be grateful for it later."

"Ready for what?" Samantha demanded, already knowing the answer but not wanting to accept it.

"Ready to get your little whore asshole fucked, of course," Quinn laughed. "We've been through this, slut – you're a three-holer, and you're going to be used like one. Hell, as soon as they've got you stretched out I'm going to bend you over and do the honors."

"Please don't," Samantha begged. "Please, I'll cooperate with you for everything else, but please don't fuck my asshole!"

Samantha knew it was unlikely that he'd accept, but she felt the need to try. Although the idea of being used in all three holes was a major turn-on, she was terrified of making it a reality. Still, a part of her hoped that Quinn would outright refuse her request.

"I'll make a deal with you," he offered. "The talented young woman playing with your whore tits is named Jill. As I mentioned, Jill will most likely be fucking your face before the night is over. If you can get her off in under sixty seconds, I'll spare your tight little asshole – for tonight, at least."

Samantha considered the deal that he was offering. She was still terrified of actually going down on another woman, but it didn't seem like there was any way for her to avoid it. Getting her off in under a minute didn't seem likely, but she had to try.

"I'll do it," she reluctantly sighed.

Quinn motioned for his friends to back off. Removing the dildo from her ass they quickly obeyed. After wrapping his arms tightly around Samantha's waist Quinn stood up, lifting her up with him and keeping her impaled on his dick.

Looking over Quinn's shoulder Samantha watched as Jill took a seat in his place. After hiking her skirt up high, Jill spread her legs wide. Samantha gulped in dread as she pulled her panties to the side to reveal a neatly trimmed bush.

Lowering Samantha to the ground, Quinn forced her down to her hands and knees. As he took his position behind her, Jill reached forward and grabbed Samantha by her hair. Tugging on the hair, she pulled Samantha's head into her crotch.

As Samantha nervously approached, Quinn squatted down behind her and resumed fucking her. Distracted by his rough penetration, Samantha momentarily forgot all about Jill. Jill didn't seem to appreciate the lack of attention at all – holding her steady with one hand, she slapped her across the face with the other.

"Don't you fucking ignore me," she warned. "If you're going to get me off in under a minute, you're going to need to give me your complete, undivided attention."

"I'm sorry," Samantha tried to say before being silenced with another slap.

Jill pulled Samantha's face close to her crotch but didn't actually force her to make contact. In a way, that was worse – it forced Samantha to actively participate. Timidly reaching her tongue out, she gently touched it to Jill's clit, unsure as to what she's doing. The taste was surprisingly pleasant, but she just couldn't get over the fact that she was performing oral sex on a woman.

"You'll never get her off on time like that," Quinn criticized. "You're going to have to be far more aggressive. Speaking of which, someone keep time – she has one minute, started now."

Remembering that her anal virginity was on the line, Samantha repressed all the negative thoughts she was feeling about being with a woman. Diving it, she sealed her mouth over Jill's clit while forcing a finger inside her. Gently sucking on her clit while massaging it with her tongue, she began to finger fuck Jill.

"You know," Jill mentioned, "for someone who claims that she isn't gay you certainly seem to enjoy sucking cunt."

As the room burst into laughter, Samantha felt tremendous shame. She had never planned on being with a woman, and the fact that her first time was so vulgar wasn't helping her accept it. More troubling, the way that Jill referred to her so disrespectfully was a major turn-on. Telling herself that she was only doing it to spare herself from a worse fate, Samantha poured her energy into servicing Jill.

Though inexperienced, Samantha made up for her shortcomings with enthusiasm. Before long, Jill was beginning to moan and grind her crotch back into Samantha's face. Samantha began to feel optimistic – though making Jill cum in such a short amount of time seemed extremely difficult, it was beginning to feel more possible.

The idea of actually making a woman cum was simultaneously terrifying and highly erotic to Samantha. On the one hand, it seemed like the gayest thing that she could possibly do – there was no way that she could consider herself a straight woman after making another woman cum with her tongue alone. On the other hand, she realized that she deeply wanted to be used like that. The fact that it was so taboo only seemed to make it hotter.

As Samantha tried her hardest to get Jill off, Quinn seemed to be trying his hardest to distract her. Bracing his hands around her hips he fucked into her hard, showing her no mercy. His tactics were working – Samantha found it increasingly difficult to pay attention to what she was doing with Jill under Quinn's brutal assault.

Forcing herself to focus on Jill, Samantha abandoned any sense of dignity and did everything in her power to bring her off. Though she had never been with a woman before she knew what she liked when receiving oral sex, so she did just that. Before long, Jill was breathing heavily and making the same exact sounds that Samantha typically made when she was about to cum.

Samantha wondered how much time had passed. Distracted by both Quinn and Jill, she really had no idea. Still, no one had called time yet, so continued to focus on making Jill cum.

Forcing a third finger into Jill's vagina, Samantha brought her over the edge. As Jill wildly bucked her hips and pulled Samantha face into her crotch, Samantha felt herself cumming as well. Between the taboo of the situation and Quinn's powerful strokes, it was simply too much for her to hold back.

Eventually, both women's orgasms wound down to a finish. As Jill released her grip on Samantha's hair, Samantha looked up eagerly. She hoped that someone would tell her that she had succeeded and her asshole would be spared for the night, but all she received was more applause and laughter.

"Two minutes and eighteen seconds," someone called out.

"Well, you do get points for effort," Quinn laughed. "Unfortunately, that doesn't change the fact that you failed to live up to your side of our arrangement."

Quinn pulled out of Samantha as his friends moved in to hold her steady. After rubbing a generous amount of lube into his cock, he positioned the head at her anal opening. As he began to apply firm pressure, Samantha felt the head slip inside.

The pain may not have been impossible for Samantha to handle, but it certainly was impossible for her to ignore. Quinn was larger than the dildo she had taken earlier, and she could feel her asshole stretching to accommodate his girth. Thankfully, he went very slowly, but Samantha still struggled to not cry out in pain.

More noticeable than the physical pain, though, was the emotional turmoil. Right after being forced to accept that she could no longer identify as strictly straight, Samantha was being forced to accept that she could no longer claim to be an anal virgin, either. With her face still in Jill's crotch and Quinn slowly sliding his dick into her ass, Samantha felt sluttier than she had ever felt in her life.

As Quinn continued to push into her slowly, Samantha could feel every eyeball in the room glued to her nether region. She realized that they all probably knew they were seeing her first time taking it up the ass, and they apparently were very interested in how she would handle it. Some of them were taking pictures and video with their cell phones. Samantha wanted to bury her face and hide from them, but the only place to bury it was between Jill's legs.

Eventually, Samantha felt Quinn's hips pressing up against her ass. Realizing that he was fully inside of her, she began to weep in shame. Not only was she no longer a stranger to anal sex, but countless strangers had watched and recorded her deflowering.

Quinn gave her a moment to adjust before he began slowly pumping in and out of her. With each stroke, the pain gradually became less noticeable. To Samantha's horror, it actually started to feel good. Still mentally reeling from the knowledge that she was getting fucked in the ass in public, she struggled with the understanding that she actually liked it.

"I think this bitch is getting off," Jill laughed. "She's quiet, but I can hear her moaning."

"I'm not surprised in the slightest," Quinn shrugged. "She is a slut, after all. Still, you could always help her out a bit – she did get you off, after all."

Climbing down off the couch, Jill laid flat on her back and slid below Samantha's body. Feeling the woman force her head between her thighs, Samantha wasn't sure how to react. She felt as if she should protest in some way, but secretly was eager to let her continue.

Wrapping her arms around Samantha's waist from below, Jill reached her head up and began paying Samantha back for earlier. Samantha gasped as her tongue made content with her sensitive clit. To her surprise, she found that she deeply enjoyed the sensation of being sucked off by a woman.

Sensing that Samantha could handle a little more, Quinn began fucking her slightly harder. Having adjusted to his size, Samantha found that all of the pain and discomfort that she had experienced earlier had faded into pleasure. With Jill continuing to masterfully please her with her tongue, Samantha found it impossible to refrain from moaning openly.

None of it made any sense to Samantha. She didn't want to enjoy being sodomized, and she didn't want to enjoy being eaten by a woman, either. Still, the sensation of both of those things at the same time felt incredibly good to her. She tried to lie to herself and tell herself that she just liked receiving oral sex, but she couldn't get it out of her head that it was a woman who was making her feel so good.

Focusing her mind, she tried to pretend that it was actually a man who was expertly forcing his tongue into her vagina. Unfortunately, Quinn didn't seem interested in allowing her to indulge in that fantasy. Grabbing her hair, he forced her face down into Jill's vagina. Samantha struggled briefly to pull her face up, but it was futile. Quinn was far too strong, and a part of her actually wanted to be forced to go down on Jill again.

"Don't act so reluctant, slut," he warned. "It's insulting, and it's not like you're fooling anyone anyway. We all saw how cunt-crazy you were earlier, and we haven't forgotten."

Realizing that there was no point in resisting, Samantha dove in and went back to tongue-fucking Jill. Forcing her tongue into Jill's sopping wet pussy; she mirrored Jill's actions. As Jill's tongue and Quinn's cock gradually wore away her resistance, she found herself caring much less about how slutty she was acting and much more about how good it felt.

With Samantha's face buried in Jill's crotch, Quinn began to pick up speed. With each stroke he moved a little faster and went a little deeper. Enjoying the sensation of being fucked in the ass, Samantha began fucking him back.

After several minutes, Quinn was fucking her full-speed and Samantha was feeling yet another orgasm building. No longer interested in or capable of restraining herself, she embraced it. As the crowd of onlookers cheered her on Samantha ground her hips down into Jill's face, cumming hard.

Having brought Samantha to orgasm, Quinn pulled out of her ass. Rising to his feet, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head out of Jill's crotch. Holding her steady, he proceeded to ejaculate across her face. Samantha willingly opened her mouth to provide him with a target, but most of his semen still seemed to end up decorating her face. What little did manage to find its way into her mouth she swallowed eagerly.

With her willpower completely worn away by the multiple orgasms, Samantha allowed Quinn to pull her to her feet. She instantly missed Jill's talented tongue, but she was in no position to fight. Leading her back to the table upon which the pizzas sat, Quinn pushed her over it.

"Don't look so disappointed, slut," Quinn laughed, as he held her bent over the table. "I may be done with you for now, but this party is full of other people eager to take my place."

Going limp, Samantha was vaguely aware of Quinn's friends binding her in her position. She could hear the rip of duct tape as the attached her ankles to the legs of the table, and feel the rope wrapping around her wrists. Once Quinn took his weight off her she struggled briefly, more to test just how strong her bindings were than to escape. Finding them solid, she simply relaxed on the table.

Looking to the side, she saw Quinn place a mason jar next to her head. With the jar in place, Quinn removed the cash that she had been clutching in her hand the entire time and placed it inside the jar. Grabbing a marker, he wrote "TIPS" on the blank white label that was fixed to the jar.

"I know that you say you're not a whore," Quinn laughed, "but I think you have some real potential there. I think you'll find that profession to be far more lucrative than delivering pizzas."

Samantha knew that she should object, but she didn't feel like it. The truth was that she was eagerly anticipating the rest of the night. In her mind, being a whore didn't seem like that bad of a think to be anymore.



Delivery



My daughter, Melinda, likes to play bingo. I've pointed out that the chances of her winning enough to make up for her losses are negligible, but she just laughs at me. It's fun and a cheap night out, she tells me, and she has a point, I suppose. So far I've proved correct, although Melinda says the TV counts as a win. I say it doesn't as she didn't get any money - just the TV set.

Apparently they had a special door prize one week, donated by one of the local stores. (Probably because they couldn't sell it.) It was a big TV, really large. Sixty inch plasma screen smart TV. Worth big bucks, but few people would actually spend that much on a TV. Melinda didn't even tell me she'd won it until after it was delivered and installed. Then she invited me over bright and early the next morning to see her new TV.

I rolled up, bright and early as instructed, and found Melinda ensconced in front of the new TV with Becky, my granddaughter, and Madeline, the daughter of Sandy, my daughter's best friend.

After hugs and kisses all around I nodded towards Madeline.

"Sandy in hiding somewhere?" I asked whimsically. Sandy is a single parent and I've been carrying on a casual flirtation with her for the past couple of years. She doesn't exactly encourage me, but neither does she beat me off with a stick. If she was there I'd have expected her to be with the others, not hiding away.

"Sandy's at home," Melinda said with a grin. "She had a rare night to herself, with Madeline sleeping over. The girls wanted to play games on a big TV."

"Speaking of big TV's," I said, "what are you going to do with your old set. It's pretty large, and not really all that old."

"I'm glad you asked that question," came the quick reply and I mentally kicked myself. I had a feeling I'd just been had.

"I told Sandy that she could have it and that you'd be only too happy to deliver it. When suits you? The old set is just there and it's sort of in the way now."

In other words, now is a good time. I gave her a look to let her know she wasn't fooling anyone and said I'd take it along. Why didn't she call Sandy and let her know I was on the way?

"I'll do that," Melinda said, and then blushed when Madeline spoke up.

"You don't need to, Auntie Melinda. You called her as soon as your dad drove up to say he'd be there soon, remember."

Score one for the men, I thought, as I carried the TV out and slung it in the car. I'd be able to hold that little stunt over her head for a while.

I sounded the horn as soon as I arrived to let Sandy know I was there and fished the TV out and staggered inside. I didn't really have a chance to look at Sandy until after I'd set the TV down on her entertainment unit. 

With the TV in place all that was required was for it to be plugged in and wired up. Sandy could do that, but I was willing to bet that she'd get it done by asking me to do it. 

I finally turned to properly greet her and she was standing there, hair dishevelled, wearing some flannelette pyjamas, and looking like a sleepy child.

I waggled my eyebrows as I checked out her pyjamas and she laughed.

"Don't start on me," she said. "Madeline's not here and I was having a lie in and a really lazy morning."

"So I see," I said, running my eyes over her pyjamas again and smiling with evil intent.

Sandy grabbed a blanket that was lying on the couch and clutched it to her, smirking.

I sauntered closer and gave the blanket a gentle tug, and then a firmer one. Sandy was holding tight, her eyes laughing at me.

"You would seem to have ample protection," I said and then slid my arms around her waist. Not just around her waist, but under the waistband of her pyjamas and lightly cupped her bottom.

"Naughty girl," I said softly. "No nickers."

"Stop it," she hissed at me. "I was in bed."

"Well, it's a good thing you have that blanket," I observed, and she looked at me suspiciously.

"You'll still be covered," I said, hooking my thumbs under the waist band and pushing her pyjama bottoms down.

Sandy gave a squeak of horror and I could see her hands clutching the blanket even tighter. I was now stroking her bottom and she couldn't push me away without letting go of the blanket.

"Stop that," she hissed at me. "You stop that at once."

I trailed my hands across her bottom, moving towards the front, my fingertips just lightly touching her. 

"No! Don't you dare," she wailed as my hands came perilously close to her mons.

I didn't, but I don't think that consoled her very much. I took the blanket she was clutching and just casually flipped it up and over her shoulder.

"The trouble with a blanket is that you can only hold one end," I murmured, while Sandy gave another squeak and let the blanket go, her hands diving down to cover herself.

I caught her hands as they descended and moved them firmly behind her, holding them there in one hand. Then I started undoing the buttons to her top, alternating between highest and lowest until there was only one solitary button in the middle.

I waited until she was looking at me, shaking her head in protest, then I popped the last button and her top parted, revealing all her charms. 

"You," I said warmly, running my hand lightly across her breasts, "are magnificent."

I stepped back a little and ran my eyes over her nudity, letting her see how much I appreciated it. She was in a bit of a quandary, upset with me for revealing her figure but flattered that I appreciated it.

"I think," I said carefully, "That we can consider this a win to me."

Sandy glared but didn't say anything. I ran my hand lightly over her, just skimming across her flesh, but still managing to brush against her mons and both nipples.

"You know what they say. To the victor go the spoils, and what lovely spoils they are." This time my hand closed a lot more firmly over her breast.

She knew just what I meant and jumped in immediately. 

"If you think I'm going to bed with you just because you pulled down my pyjamas, you can think again."

"Now, Sandy, you're being very unfair. I wouldn't take you to bed for such a paltry reason. I might take you to bed because I want you, but that's neither here nor there. I'm not taking you to bed right now."

I waited until she relaxed a little, looking both relieved and irritated that I wasn't following through. Then I continued.

"I was actually thinking of just bending you over the arm of that nice convenient couch and taking my prize right now. So you have a choice. You can come up with a valid reason why I shouldn't, fight me off, or succumb to my charms."

With that I put my hand on Sandy's back and started easing her towards the couch. She was taking shuffling little steps as her pyjama bottoms were still tangled around her lower legs, hobbling her.

She moved over to the couch, protesting every inch of the way. She pointed out that I had no right to do this, and seemed annoyed when I agreed. Then why am I doing it? Because I want to. 

Don't I realise that no means no? Yes, I did realise that but her saying no was just a knee-jerk reaction. She would have to supple a reason. Did she have any valid reasons? She just glared at me.

"Apparently not," I said softly. "Are you going to fight me off?"

"You're bigger than me," she muttered.

"That's never prevented you from punching me in the past," I observed, and got another glare.

Sandy bent over the arm of the couch, turning her head to glare at me. 

"You do understand that I'm saying no, don't you?" she asked, and I nodded.

That seemed to satisfy her. Her official objection was on record. She turned back to completing the positioning of herself over the arm of the couch and promptly ran into a problem. As soon as she tried to move her legs apart she nearly tripped. She said a rude word, turned and propped against the couch while she finished stripping of the pyjama bottoms.

"And the top," I suggested, and she shook that off, still giving me those angry looks.

"Before you bend over," I said, "wouldn't you prefer to just lean back so you can see what you're going to get?"

"You're going to have sex with me against my will and you want me to watch and applaud?"

"And possibly make a suggestion or two. It's been a while. I might have forgotten how."

Sandy was muttering under her breath but I noticed that she was leaning back instead of bending over. And for all her protests she hadn't made a single effort to push me away. Now she was waiting, legs parted, breathing hard. Her nipples were nicely peaked and I could see her lips were already puffy, her inner lips pushing out and opening, waiting. Interesting, seeing I hadn't really done more than brush my fingers lightly against her mound.

I stripped while Sandy watched. She may have been trying to look as though she wasn't, but watch she most certainly did. Her breathing picked up another notch when my shorts went down and my erection was exposed. 

I didn't just grab her and take her, although my erection was twitching and wanting to get to work. I just stood close, running my hands over her body, warming her up. Warming hell. I was heating her up and we both knew it. The fact that my erection was brushing against her tummy didn't cool things down very much, either.

She suddenly said something very rude to me, grabbed my cock and pushed it down between her legs, moving the head to the point she wanted. A slight push from Sandy and I was slipping into her, followed by a much more solid push from me that drove me fully home, our bellies slapping together.

It quickly became clear to both of us that I hadn't forgotten anything. I drove in hard and fast, Sandy pushing urgently against me, meeting me and asking for more. I very quickly pushed her up to where her passion allowed itself free reign, leaving her writhing under me as her hips moved restlessly, eagerly joining with me when I drove home.

With that initial blaze ignited I slowed down a touch, maintaining the fire but stopping it building any higher. It was plain that Sandy appreciated this at first, gleefully taking me into her, letting the excitement ride her. She didn't appreciate it quite so much when she found that I was prolonging it past the point she wanted.

Her legs had lifted to wrap around me and she was clinging to me, loving what she had but wanting that little extra that I was denying her. I kept on stalling, the sensations driving me wild as well as her, both of us hovering just below the point of no return.

"Finish it, damn you," Sandy shrieked at me, almost wailing when I shook my head.

"Why not?" she pleaded.

"Because you've been a bad girl," I told her, "and must be punished."

She looked horrified. And guilty.

"I don't know what you mean," she moaned. "Oh, please."

"You and my beloved daughter set me up," I told her, smiling and stroking just a little harder.

"We didn't. Not really," she gasped. "She told me you were coming over and I just wondered what would happen."

That's what I'd thought. Flannel pyjamas and no undies and no inquisitive daughter in the house and alone with me. Well, she'd found out.

I started driving in harder. Sandy gasped and hurried to meet me, eagerly anticipating her climax. I was going harder than ever now, really driving into her while she babbled and squealed and chased her elusive prize. 

She gave a small shriek when she came, followed closely by a groan from me when she tightened convulsively around me, forcing a climax upon me.

I laid Sandy on the couch, dressed and then wired up the TV with the rest of her equipment while waiting for her to get herself back together.

She was sitting up just as I finished. She threw a look at me, one of those 'now you're for it' looks.

"How could you," she proclaimed. "I said I didn't want to and you just ignored me."

I shook my head and sat down next to her.

"Sandy, my love," I said mournfully. "Some people are slow learners."

Then I hauled her across my knee and dropped a couple on quick spanks on her bottom. She squealed and wriggled, but it didn't get her anywhere.

"Do you remember us talking about a setup while we were playing?" I asked.

Sandy shook her head, all dumb innocence. I dropped a couple more firm spanks.

"You don't remember saying 'I just wondered what would happen'?"

She groaned. "I didn't, did I?" 

I gave her an affirmation spank and she gave me a little yelp.

"Now do you want to finish this discussion here," I said, patting her bottom, "or in your room, in your bed?"

She dithered for a moment, then yelped, "In my room," when she sensed my hand lifting for another spank. 

I stood up, holding out my hand. She took it and rose.

"Are you capable of continuing this discussion in my bed?" she jibed in a polite little voice.

"I'm sure I'll be able to cope," I said with a sigh, "especially as we probably won't get to it for several hours. I love my daughter but she picks the damndest times."

My daughter had just driven up with Becky and Madeline.

"Would you like me to answer the door?" I asked as Sandy looked down at her naked self and then dived desperately for her bedroom and some clothes.

I picked up her pyjamas and stuffed them under the couch and then proceeded to let in the chattering throng. Sandy came out of the bedroom after one of the fastest times she'd ever taken in getting dressed. 

Sandy made some coffee for the adults while the girls checked to ensure that the TV worked in all its attributes. I then took my leave and Sandy, perforce, had to walk me to the door. 

"I'll be back to finish our discussion this evening," I told her.

She chewed on her lip, and gave a little sigh, but didn't tell me not to bother. It seemed I just might have a very interesting night.



Delivery



"Sorry about that. I didn't realize it had been on. I'll turn it off."

I reached into my tux jacket pocket and dragged out my cell phone. The Belgian diplomat sitting across the cocktail table from me in the Bourbon Steak Lounge bar of the Four Seasons Georgetown Hotel lifted his hands in a "no problem" shrug and gave me a pleasant smile.

We had stopped here for a drink after taking in a concert by the Royal Band of the Belgian Guides regiment at the nearby Kennedy Center. It was Christmas Eve and the whole city was at least pretending to be festive. So was I. It had been my idea to come into the bar when I'd brought him back to his hotel, beckoning him to follow me into the gaily decorated bar, its pulsing red and blue strings of lights bathing the lounge area in the spirit of the holidays.

When I looked at the caller ID, though, I had to change my mind. "Sorry again," I said apologetically, "but this is from a few rungs above me in the pecking order. Since it won't switch over to my inbox now, I'd better take it."

"No problem." Again that hooded-eyes smile that had a touch of something more than just friendliness to it. A slight licking of his lips as he gazed at me. If I'd thought getting tickets on short notice to the concert featuring a group from his own country would be the highlight of his evening, I obviously was wrong. 

He liked the concert, but he wanted me. I was not unaware that he had his foot out of his shoe with his sock-clad toes rubbing my ankle under the hem of my trousers leg. The rubbing took on the rhythm of the pulsing Christmas lights, which added to the sexual overtones of the act.

It always gave me a little thrill to know I could still have this effect on men.

"Hello, Tyler," I spoke into the phone. I kept my voice neutral. He should know I was working.

"Where are you now, Craig? Are you busy? Jenna wanted me to check on whether you'd brought back her parcel."

"Yes, Tyler, I have it," I answered. "Not with me, though, and I'm not free at the moment, I'm afraid. I can get it to her—" I was taken aback that Tyler would even know about the parcel. For some reason I'd thought Jenna was keeping it a secret from him—like, perhaps, it was a Christmas gift for him.

"Oh, I forgot. Working? Is it the Belgian?"

"Yes, it is," I answered. "I have it and I can—"

"How about eleven tomorrow night then? I should have remembered the Belgian. But now that I see your schedule, I see you should be off for a week after this. Eleven, shall we say? You know where the flat is, don't you? Off Dupont Circle—Q Street."

"Yes, I remember." I hesitated at the word "flat," but it was so like Tyler to use that word rather than "apartment." I'd never been invited to Tyler and Jenna's residence here in D.C. before. I wasn't on their A list by any means. But I had tracked down the street address just because I was curious where they lived. I'd meant to check the place out on Zillow, but I hadn't gotten around to that yet.

Tyler sounded a bit tipsy on the phone. I'd never known him to be the slightest out of control before. The summons I recognized, though—it was quite a slip on his part for him not to have remembered that I was on the hook to entertain the Belgian diplomat tonight—even though it was Christmas Eve. But it was very much like him to have everyone's schedule within reach. And it also was very much like him to expect everyone to drop whatever they were doing to do his bidding.

It was sort of a love-hate relationship between Tyler and me, with me being kept off guard because I never was able to gauge just how he felt about me. And it was important that I know. 

In many ways Tyler had been my mentor and had helped at strategic junctions to keep me moving ahead in the organization—which was especially hard, considering what my superiors knew about my preferences, not to mention that I often liked to tread my own path rather than the company road. And then there was the inexplicable physical attraction—at least on my part. Inexplicable, because Tyler was really everything fake, but successfully so, that I resented.

There had been hints about Tyler's own preferences around the organization, but they had mostly been stilled when he'd unexpectedly married Jenna, twenty years his junior and no older than or more senior at the time to me in the office. 

Of course, Jenna had risen faster than I had since that time. I didn't resent that. We'd trained side by side; I knew she was better and smarter than I was—and was far more able than I was to remain on the company road while bending it in her chosen direction. She would have risen that quickly anyway. Marriage to Tyler, though, had made it a sure thing.

I wondered why Tyler, instead of Jenna, was calling me about delivery of what I brought back from St. Petersburg for her. The two usually kept their business separate, and Jenna had been quite careful not to pull Tyler's rank on anything or to try to use him as her go-between. I don't think that would have worked even if she had tried, though. I'd even half thought that what I'd picked up for her in Russia was meant as a surprise for Tyler.

Tyler rarely praised me or my work to my face or within my hearing. I had worked as his deputy in Bangkok, where he'd sent me off to Phattaya Beach for a long weekend with a Russian industrialist the office wanted information from. 

From that assignment, given and taken without question, I realized that he not only knew my proclivities, but also was willing to use them for office needs. And back here in Washington he was two steps above me, but in the same analysis office.

I had made enemies in the organization—among others as ambitious and opinionated as I was and in the management rung above me—and yet I had gotten a cushy analysis management position for my stint back in the States. I knew Tyler had done that. God knows there were peers of mine who made sure I knew Tyler had done that for me. But he hadn't yet told me to my face that my work was superior—or even adequate to his expectations, which was the same thing as being superior.

Tyler was largely a cipher to me. But I was somewhat afraid that the imperial distance he kept from me stemmed from him not being enough of a cipher to me. In Bangkok I worked with someone who downright despised Tyler and his imperial ways and gleeful filled me in on Tyler's murky past.

"Imperial" is, I think, a perfect way to describe the face Tyler showed to the world. He had a graduate degree from Harvard and had gone on to Oxford and made sure we all knew that—even though, in our business, most everyone else also had graduate degrees from a prestigious university or two. My educational degrees were better than his, for instance, but no one in the office would have guessed it—or would acknowledge it even if the comparison was dangled under their noses.

He feigned a slight English accent to go with the degrees and dressed elegantly as an English don could be imagined to do. He had the tall, thin, yet well-formed body and classic Roman nose slightly pointed toward the sun and sharp, witty tongue to carry it off. 

No one in the organization wanted to be the butt of a Tyler joke. The jabs invariably bit right through the recipient's armor, which was all the more galling because Tyler's own public persona was so screamingly fake. In total, he came across as everything an elitist Agency senior officer was in the era of the 1950s. That was sixty years ago, though.

I knew from the coworker who had no love for Tyler whatsoever that Tyler was raised on a rural farm in West Virginia, the backwater state where his undergraduate degree had also been taken, and that there wasn't a genuine patrician bone in his body. He had made it to and through Harvard and Oxford and up the ladder in his career by mental brilliance, sterling gamesmanship, and by being able to pass himself off as being part of the Washington inner circle. His first name wasn't even Tyler. It was Earl. Tyler was his middle name and had been his mother's maiden name.

Unfortunately, Tyler knew I knew that, and I'd made the mistake of referring to it in public some years early. His retort had been glib, swift, and brutal, but we both knew it had wounded him and chipped at his façade.

So, what could have either gone to friendship or hatred remained in a limbo of Mexican standoff. I knew his origins were Hicksville and he knew I was, at best, bisexual and, more honestly, gay. 

There was respect on my part, because he was pulling his part off admirably, if maddeningly. I just couldn't be sure whether there was respect on his part. There must have been some semblance of that, though, or he wouldn't be mentoring me from behind the curtain as he obviously was—while standing off from me in person.

Unless, of course, he had some plan in his back pocket to use me down the road.

At least Jenna had remained as much the Jenna I trained with as the Jenna who was now married to "the man." We had always been friendly, while still competitive, and I sensed no change in her attitude upon having acquired the edge of being married to one of the titans of the office. 

She wouldn't give me a hint of what he really thought of me—or whether she even knew. Indeed, she gave the impression that he completely compartmented from her what he thought of her coworkers. I gave her credit for not discussing her peers with him; some of our colleagues who I knew she really didn't like were prospering in the office when a little bit of effort from Tyler could easily have sidelined them.

On the whole, despite what some others whispered, I believed that he got, by far, the best part of the deal in the marriage. He needed others to take care of him; he wouldn't stoop to any work that would soil his hands and cause him to break into a sweat—or even to bother to read the directions on how to assemble anything. My vision was of Jenna quietly taking care of him into his old age with a caring, low-key, steady hand—and doing so no matter what feathers he ruffled, including hers.

This just doubled the question running in the back of my mind of why Tyler and not Jenna had called me about the parcel I had retrieved for her in St. Petersburg—and why he wanted me to bring it their apartment rather than take it to her at the office. What, in fact, was urgent to have it delivered at Christmas if it wasn't a Christmas gift from Jenna to Tyler.

"I said this is the hotel I'm staying at. I have a room upstairs." The Belgian was talking at my inattention. Bad tradecraft on my part.

"Excuse me? Sorry, I was thinking of the call I just got. That was rude of me. I've turned the cell phone off now. You're much more interesting than the piece of business I was thinking of." I gave him a "interested" smile. My attention needed to zip back to the bar in the Four Seasons hotel. I obviously had been daydreaming when the assignment at hand was to keep the Belgian happy.

The Belgian was leaning into the table. He still was playing with my shin, covered in a silk sock, with his similarly clad foot, but he also had a beefy hand on my knee under the table, squeezing it to the rhythm of the pulsing strings of Christmas lights. He obviously knew I would make myself available to him because I was making no effort to draw away from his advances.

He had been more presentable than I had thought he'd be. The top tier of middle-aged, of course, but I appreciated mature men. In compensation, he was tall, and, although "beefy" answered for him well, he also was muscular and not too heavy around the middle. 

He was no beauty in the face, but we wouldn't be in the light for very long, I imagined. I had known European men like him before. Most of them were experts with the cock, and, so, I was looking forward to this evening. Most of them were just a bit cruel too. I'm embarrassed to say that I also was looking forward to that.

"Yes, yes. You have a room here. That's very convenient." Of course I knew he had a room at this hotel; we had booked it for him. We knew just about everything there was to know about this Belgian diplomat, including what he knew that could be of use to us.

"Would you like to see my room?" he asked. "I know it's Christmas Eve and I've already taken up much of your holiday time . . ." I could hear the eagerness in his voice. It was always nice to be wanted. And of course I wanted to see his room. This had all been part of the preplanned package.

"Yes, I very much would like to see your room," I answered, giving him what I'd been told was a special gift of mine—a dazzling smile of not-completely-feigned eager acceptance. "I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing on Christmas Eve."

* * * *

Tyler's apartment wasn't what I expected, at least until I got inside. I expected Tyler and Jenna to live on an upper floor with huge windows in some old high-rise apartment building. There certainly were enough of them around Dupont Circle. Instead, it was an old Georgetown row mansion that had been cut up into apartments. Theirs was commodious, with such amenities of yesteryear as wood paneling, wainscoting, and crown molding.

I also expected their taste to be spare, but expensive and in good taste—I certainly saw Jenna this way. As soon as Tyler opened the door to me and I stepped into the vestibule, though, I knew it was a habitat of "one of us." It was chock-a-block with the same collection of Oriental, European, and Middle East treasures that my house was. Everyone in the business seemed to have decided the exact same acquisitions from these places were treasures they must have—to set themselves apart from everyone else. 

It just had a more "stuffed"—although artfully stuffed—appearance than mine did. That wasn't because they had collected more than I had. In choosing to live in the Virginia suburbs rather than in the thick of the trendy district of Washington, D.C., I could afford twice the house they could on a third of their combined salary.

What was notable was that there was no trimmed Christmas tree or any other evidence of holiday decoration.

Tyler was a surprise, though. He looked as elegant as ever, the handsome face with graying sideburns on a precisely cut head of dark hair. Tall and lean. He had on neatly pressed dark trousers, but instead of a shirt, he was wearing a red silk robe—perhaps his sense of a Christmas decoration? It was more a smoking jacket affair that came down to the knees and, while exposing a good bit of his bare, tanned chest, was held together with a black silk sash. He looked formal and casual at the same time in an old money way that he'd been bringing off for years.

He had a cigarette in one hand and a martini glass in another. The cigarette paper was turquoise. Even in this Tyler had to set himself a step above and apart from everyone else.

"I brought the parcel," I said, as I shook snowflakes off my topcoat and onto the black and white-block linoleum tile of the foyer. The declaration was largely irrelevant, because there it was, being brought from under my arm to be extended toward him.

"You can lay it there on the table," Tyler said, not even looking at the package. "Come on through. What's your poison?"

I stood there in indecision for a few moments, having assumed that this would be the same as his office—that I would be held, standing, in his outer reception area until a secretary came to relieve me of the memo or paper draft I was bringing to him. 

I had expected that Jenna would answer the door, I'd pass the package to her, she'd thank me for a favor we traded back and forth, there'd be a bit of a chat on where each of us had been in the world that month, and then I'd be gone. I was looking forward to dispensing with the transaction. I also was looking forward to the week without an evening assignment. I could cruise on my own requirements and preferences. I wouldn't have to have any other motives running except the anticipation of personal pleasure.

But Jenna hadn't greeted me at the door for the passing of the parcel. Rather, Tyler, dressed to slouch eclectically and fashionably, as much as Tyler ever did, had answered the door and invited me into his inner sanctum—or at least their entertainment space, devoted, no doubt, to guests who were far more interesting and had far more cachet than I did.

"Well, come on then," Tyler said, turning at the door that I could see led into a well-appointed living room with leather chairs on either side of a fireplace grate. "Just leave the parcel on the center table."

There was, in fact, a round mahogany-wood table in the center of the vestibule, mounted with one of those four-foot-high flower and fruit arrangements that you only saw in hotel lobbies and the pages of House Beautiful.

"Oh, and you can just drape your coat on one of the chairs," he called from the other room.

I did as he instructed—I'd always done as Tyler instructed. I left the parcel on the center table and folded my topcoat and left it on one of the four Chippendale chairs set precisely against the vestibule walls between doorways leading off in all directions.

"Perhaps Jenna should open the parcel to ensure that it's what she ordered," I said as I entered the living room. I was self-conscious about being in jeans and a sports shirt; I hadn't thought to dress formal for a package delivery. But, of course, if I'd been thinking on all cylinders, I would have worn an Armani suit.

"Uh, thanks," I then said as Tyler handed me a gin and tonic. I hadn't told him what I wanted to drink, but of course a gin and tonic would have been what I would have asked for.

"Jenna isn't here," he said, as he motioned me to one of the chairs by the fireplace. 

There was a fire in the grate, and I could see the snow falling beyond the two windows looking out onto Q Street. It seemed to be falling faster than it had when I'd entered the building. I'd had a hell of a time finding a parking space in this area of town, and I wondered how they—or anyone—could stand living in Georgetown under that sort of pressure. But then, in our line of work, pressure and the luck of the find came as givens.

"Jenna isn't here?" I asked as I sat down. Christmas week and they were spending it half a world apart from each other?

"No, she's in Vienna today. Prague tomorrow, I think."

At least there would be plenty evidence of Christmas were Jenna was.

"She asked me to bring that parcel from St. Petersburg," I said. I was speaking repetitive nonsense. But I always had had the feeling of being slow and tongue-tied in the presence of Tyler. It was that superior-subordinate, love-hate thing. He intimidated me and, at the same time, I had been more than a bit distressed when I heard that he and Jenna were getting married. 

I guess before that I'd hoped the rumors were true and that he secretly fancied me. I know I had secretly fancied him for some time. It had almost been a relief when he had sent me off to fuck and be fucked by the Russian in Thailand all weekend. I thought that, perhaps, it being in the open what I preferred that . . . well, that he'd make some sort of move himself. But he hadn't. And, of course, he would have had to be the one to make the move.

He was as ambiguous about sex as he was with everything else.

And then the surprise announcement that he and Jenna would marry. The office scuttlebutt gave that union six months max—we were used to musical beds and marriages in our organization. But that had been three years ago. And, by all accounts, their marriage was working out marvelously—even though one or the other of them was out of the country a good bit of the time.

"Fuck the parcel," Tyler said, which snapped my head up to where I was looking closely into his face. Tyler didn't use profanity. There was a look of weariness, almost distress, in his chiseled, patrician features. "I invited you here precisely because Jenna was in Vienna today and Prague tomorrow. I, in fact, just spoke to her on the phone to make sure she was there."




Delivery



Beth just finished cleaning house and decided to treat herself to a jacuzzi treat. While Beth was sitting naked in her jacuzzi, she heard the front doorbell ring. "Come in." When she heard the sound of someone inside the house, she yelled, "I'm out back." A tall man about 6'4", black hair, blue eyes, wearing a uniformed gray shirt and shorts walked to her sliding glass doors. "Come out here, please?" 

"Hi, I'm Bryan with BETH'S SERVICE & DELIVERY and have a delivery for a Beth Brown?" Within seconds of saying that, Bryan instantly turned back around, waiting for a response. Beth said "you can turn around; I won't bite unless you ask me to," while softly laughing. "Yes, I'm Beth. May I help you?" "As I said, I have a delivery for you, would you please robe and sign for me?" "Well, I will sign for you, but I am not getting out, since I just got in a few minutes ago. What is in the package?" 

Facing the other way still, "I'm sorry, I only deliver, I do not know what is inside." "Well, open it for me, since I am all wet, please." "I'm sorry mam, but you need to sign and I am only allowed to open if you are disabled." Beth laughing at his comments; "I would say being wet in a jacuzzi is disabling, because it would ruin what ever is inside of the box. Hand me the board and I will sign, but you need to open the box."

Bryan conceded to her points, turned around handing her the board. While Beth signed, Bryan began opening the box. He was peaking at her once in awhile, while opening. "Well, what is inside?" Bryan turned a cherry red face and said, "I believe this is either a mistake or a very private package. I will leave you to look at it at your own convenience." He then started to walk away. 

Beth began laughing again, "I'm sorry, I know what is in the box. Please don't leave? Let me dry off and offer you a cool drink since it is so hot out here." Bryan waited within the kitchen while Beth robed. "Here is a glass of icewater, will that due, or would you like something else a bit tastier or stronger?" "No, this is fine. 

I am sorry if I sounded rude earlier. I am just not use to this kind of situation." "What kind of situation do you think that this is?" Turning red again, "Umm, um, a beautiful naked woman inside a jacuzzi asking me to stay and help. Um, Um, you know, as you are." "Well, there is no situation, yet. But, I am more than happy to oblige and give you a situation." With that, Beth disrobed directly in front of Bryan. Bryan put the glass down, turned around, and started to walk out. "Don't leave now, I will call your work and accuse you of verbal and physical assault if you leave like this." 

Bryan turned around, "What do you want of me?" I want you to stay and service me as any good delivery man should do." "I'm sorry, what do you mean?" "Doesn't delivery mean delivering something?' "Well, yes. But I have already delivered your package." "I want something else delivered and in a different location. I believe I deserve the best delivery service available by you, don't you agree?" "Yes man, of course. What did I not deliver or do correctly? I will be happy to fix the situation." "Follow me,"

Beth led Bryan to her bedroom, pointed at the bed, "Take your clothes off, lay on the bed, stick your tongue out, make your cock become hard, and service me." Bryan looked stunned at first, started to walk out, looked at Beth, stopped, took his clothes off as told, and then laid on the bed with both tongue and the most beautiful thirteen inch long and six inch thick cock standing straight up. Beth straddled Bryan's' tongue with her legs, bent over and sheathed his cock with her mouth as much as she could swallow. Bryan began to moan and pump his cock in and out of Beth's mouth. Within minutes, Beth came inside Bryan's mouth. 

Beth climbed off of Bryan before he could cum, she then straddled his cock with her cunt. "Don't you want me to put a condom on before we go any further?" "No, I can't feel your hot cum against the walls of my pussy with a condom! Not to mention that it cuts down on the sensation for you. I want to feel you deep inside me and give me a wonderful hot thick juicy delivery." Beth started pumping her pussy up and down Bryan's cock shaft, faster, harder, and real deep. Bryan is not only tall in height, but also long in length and fat, thick of cock. "Oh, mmm, this feels good. Fuck me with this big cock of yours!" Beth came and climbed off of Bryan, but he was still hard because he was so excited about being seduced by a beautiful woman. 

"Climb on top of me. Put me in the position you like the most." Bryan laid Beth flat on her back, grabbed her legs and placed them above his shoulders, and then he guided his cock back inside her pussy. Ramming his cock deep and hard all at once, Bryan began thrusting his cock in and out of Beth's cunt. Beth began moaning and begging for more. Bryan fucked Beth for a few hours in different positions and locations throughout the house. Bryan finally came while Beth was bent over the backside of her tall couch and Bryan stood behind her, slamming his hard cock inside her real fast! "Oh, I'm cumming, do you really want me to give it to you?" "Oh yes, now baby, fuck me. Give it to me. Fuck me fast and hard. Let me feel your cock vibrate from cumming. Harder, deeper, yesss, now, deliver it to me. Blow your cum into my cunt! Oh yes, I'm cumming too." 

Later, "When ever you have a delivery in the area, please feel free to stop by and give me another delivery like the one you just gave me." Bryan dressed then left and Beth went back to her jacuzzi. Beth stuck her pussy in front of the jets of the jacuzzi and it cleaned her out and started to dry her up from her delivery thanks to Bryan.

Back at the BETH'S SERVICE & DELIVERY shop, Bryan told his friends David and Dale about the visit with Beth. David asked Bryan if he thought he could get some if he went there also. Bryan told David that he thought anyone with decent looks and the willingness to be bossed around could get his cock wet by her.

A few hours later, the doorbell rang again. This time, a different deliveryman from BETH'S SERVICE & DELIVERY arrived. David, being 6'3", brown hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders. And from the looks of his pants, a very long cock, made Beth open the door and invite him in to listen to his spill. 

"Hello, I'm David with BETH'S SERVICE & DELIVERY. I believe we had a mistake in delivery earlier. May I please check the package number with our numbers on our board? "Why yes, anything to help a delivery man do a great delivery job." Seeing David's hard long thick cock through his pants, Beth knew that Bryan must have mentioned earliers escapade or Bryan truly made a mistake and David was excited from seeing her naked. Either way, he was here and horny. 

"I was just in the Jacuzzi. I hope you don't mind, but I would like to get back to it while we talk." "Oh no, please go right ahead. I just need to cross-reference the numbers. Can you tell me where the package is and I will be on my way." Sure, it's out on the patio next to the jacuzzi. Walking back to the back, Beth dropped her robe and slid into the jacuzzi. David kept taking peaks at Beth when finally he said, "well, the numbers actually match. So the mistake was not made here by Bryan. 

I'm sorry to have bothered you. If we can service any of your other deliveries, please let us know." "Oh, you like to service me and my deliveries? I thought your company would not want to since I am so demanding and strict about how I receive my deliveries." "No mam, Bryan and I will be more than happy to do any and all of your servicing when needed. Just give us a call." 

"Well, hmm, you could service a delivery for me now if you would like." "Really? What would you like delivered and where to mam?" Please, call me Beth. If you would follow me; I can show you the what, where, and even how if necessary. 

"Please lead the way?" Beth led David to her bedroom and pointed at the bed, "Take your clothes off, lay on the bed, stick your tongue out, make your cock become hard, and service me." David acted stunned at first, started to walk out as Bryan did, then looked at Beth, stopped, took his clothes off as he was told, laid on the bed with both his tongue and cock standing straight up. Beth straddled Bryan's' tongue with her legs, bent over and sheathed as much of his eleven inch long, three and half inch thick cock with her mouth that she was able to do so. Both pumped vigorously and Beth came in David's mouth. She climbed off his cock, ordered him off her bed and to stand beside it. Beth than got in the doggy style and demanded that he stick his tongue up her ass and ream it. David did as he was told, while doing so with one hand he stroked his cock to keep it hard while he used the other hand to finger fuck her pussy. "Stick more fingers inside my pussy while you eat me, NOW." 

David did as ordered with pleasure. After a few more minutes, David slipped another finger inside her pussy. Within a few minutes he had stretched her pussy wide enough to accommodate his large cock inside her pussy. Beth came several times then ordered David to mount her like a dog does its bitch. David guided his cock to Beth's pussy and shoved it in. Even though he had stretched her with his fingers she was actually still tight. "Shove it in there; give me all of your cock inside my cunt." David grabbed Beth's hips and shoved his cock as fast and hard as he could till his cock was totally sheathed by her pussy. "Now fuck me!" 

"Don't you want me to put a condom on before we go any further?" "No, I can't feel your hot cum against the walls of my pussy with a condom! Not to mention that it cuts down on the sensation for you. 

I want to feel you deep inside me and give me a wonderful hot thick juicy delivery." Beth started pumping her pussy back and forth on David's shaft, faster, harder, and real deep. "Fuck me now, shove your big cock inside me, make me feel you" 

"Yes mam, (breathing quick) I want to please you in our services and deliveries." 

"Then fuck me hard, slam that fat long cock into me! I want to cum!" 

Grabbing her hips tighter, David slammed his long thick cock so hard into Beth that she almost fell forwards, but David held on tight to her and slammed deep into her. "Yes, more, more, I'm going to cum all over your cock!" "Yea baby, cum for me. Let me please you." "Uhhh, I'm cumin!" When Beth finished cumin, she made David lie on his back. Beth straddled David's big cock, "Suck my titts, play, tease, squeeze, titty twist, bite them, make me feel good." 

Beth began pounding her pussy down fast and hard on David's cock while he serviced her titts. David and Beth pounded each other for a couple hours. Beth finally said, "I'm ready for your delivery, how do you want to give it to me?" 

"I want to deliver it up your ass, would you mind?" "Ooooh, that sounds harsh. Okay. Shove your big fat long cock up my ass, but be sure to make me feel it all the way." With that, Beth bent over the end of her tall couch and David shoved his cock up into Beth's ass hole and began slamming into her ass till she began to groan. "Do you want more Beth?" 

"Yes, more, more, faster, harder, deeper PLEASE." Holding on to Beth's hips, David slammed his big hard cock inside of her. Slamming fast and hard. He was filling Beth's ass with hard cock meat. "Fuck me, cum inside me, make me feel your hot cum against the walls of my ass. Yes..." 

David began to cum and shoved his cock up high and deep inside of Beth's ass. When David was finished Beth said, "You and Bryan need to service my deliveries more often. If you can think of routine schedules for either of you to come or both to visit at the same time, I would really appreciate it. 

I might even give your boss a good word in for you if you like." 

David cleaned up and went back to the shop and told Bryan what happened and was said. Dale over heard and recognized the name. "Hey guys; that is the boss' wife! I don't think you want to do any more deliveries there. 

Right after Dale saying that, Mr. Brown walked around the corner. "Hello men, I heard you have done a couple of 'deliveries' to my house today. How did they go? 

I hope Beth was pleased. I would hate to have to find some new men to replace her services. She is real demanding and I have a tough time keeping her services up whenever she wants them. 

I actually had to start this company to meet her demands." 

Bryan asking, "Sir, are we to understand that if your wife wants our services and deliveries, we are to do them whenever she wants and as often as she wants?" "Why, of course, I can't always deliver every time she needs servicing. 

I appreciate the help from you young men. 

By the way Dale, I don't see your name on that list of delivering, do you have a problem doing this job? Do I need to find you a new route? I have a sister that needs servicing and deliveries also" "No sir, I just have not been called out there for any servicing sir." "Well Dale, I would say Beth is about due now for a delivery. If you'll just mosey on over and see if she is in the jacuzzi or in the kitchen you'll know if she needs servicing." 

With that, Dale left the office and headed to Beth Brown's home.

Beth was standing in the kitchen peeling a cucumber when her doorbell rang for the third time today. 

Looking through the peephole, Beth saw a nicely tall (6"4"), blond hair, hazel eyed, gray uniformed man standing at her door. 

Smiling, she opened the door. "Hello, may you help me?" "Mam, I was ordered to service and do a delivery for you. Is that of your needs at this moment?" 

"Why, I was just in the kitchen peeling a cucumber. How in the world did you know of my servicing needs?" "Mam, your husband says that you are to be serviced and receive deliveries any day or time that you need or want. 

May I be of service now?" Please come on in and follow me. 

Beth led Dale to her bedroom, pointed at the bed, 

"Take your clothes off, lay on the bed, stick your tongue out, make your cock become hard, and service me." 

Dale took his clothes off as told, laid on the bed with both tongue and cock standing straight up. Beth straddled Dale's tongue with her legs, bent over and sheathed his cock with her mouth. Dale began to moan and pump his cock in and out of Beth's mouth. Within minutes, Beth came inside Dale's mouth. 

Beth climbed off of Dale before he could cum. She then straddled his cock with her cunt. Beth started pumping her pussy up and down Dale's cock, faster, harder, and real deep. 

Dale's cock is thirteen inches long and four inches thick. "Oh, mmm, this feels good. Fuck me with this big cock of yours!" Beth came and climbed off of Dale, but he was still hard. He was so excited that his boss' wife was seducing him and that she is so beautiful. 

"Climb on top of me. Put me in the position you like the most." Dale grabbed Beth's legs and spread them apart as far as they would go, then he guided his cock back inside her pussy. Ramming his cock deep and hard all at once, Dale began pumping his thirteen inch cock in and out of Beth's cunt. 

Beth began moaning and begging for more. Dale fucked Beth for a few hours in different positions and locations throughout the house. Dale finally came while Beth was bent in a ball on the floor with her ass facing the ceiling and Dale was slamming his hard cock down inside her real fast! 

"Oh, I'm cumming, do you really want me to give it to you?" "Oh yes, now, baby, fuck me. Give it to me. Fuck me fast and hard. Let me feel your cock vibrate from cumming. Harder, deeper, yes, now, give it to me. Deliver your cum into my cunt! Oh yes, I'm cumming too."

Dale left and gave his report as did the others and Mr. Brown gave all three men raises on the understanding that they continued doing such wonderful jobs on the new route that he had just assigned them today.

When Mr. Brown got home, Beth came to him, "thank you so very much honey. I have not been so satisfied with service and delivery in so long. Would you like me to service and deliver you now?" 

'Have you been in the jacuzzi as of yet today? Oh yes, every time a deliveryman left. 

"Mmm, bend over that couch baby and spread those cheeks. 

Beth bent over the backside of the couch with her legs spread. 

Mr. Brown pulled his belt off and spanked her for being such a naughty girl today. When she begged to please him, he dropped his pants and boxers, where a fat magnum beer-can looking, nine-inch long, seven-inch round thick cock stood straight out. 

He held onto her hips so she wouldn't pull away. He knew that she had a hard time taking him up her ass and that was the deal. 

Beth got serviced by his employees and he got to shove his fat cock up inside her ass whenever and wherever. 

Mr. Brown guided his humongous wide cock to Beth's asshole and shoved it inside her ass. Beth groaned loudly, but did not protest his penetration. She knew that she could only receive what she really wanted if Mr. Brown got what he wanted, which was her tight ass and the only place he wanted to put his cock. 

Mr. Brown rammed fast and hard his cock in and out of her asshole till he was ready to cum then he made her get down on her knees like a whore and he blew his cum in her mouth and all over her face. "Oh yes my bitch. You keep giving me what I want and I will always keep you in your service and delivery demand for big long cocks in your pussy." 

Mr. Brown and Beth went to the jacuzzi, soaked, bathed in their tubs, ate dinner, and went to their separate bedrooms.

In the morning, Beth approached Mr. Brown about a special service and delivery: what about a service that might take more than one serviceman? 

Hmm? That is an interesting proposal, but you know that will cost more. What will you do to cover the service charge? What is the service charge cost? 

Well, I think I have to find out if my men are willing to do a team effort service delivery first. 

With that in mind, I think I would like for you to agree to more than one of my own deliveries and I think I would like to hire more delivery men of my own choice. 

You have a pension for long deliveries and I want to watch a service man of my equal give you a delivery at the same time I give you a delivery. Are you up to my business proposal? 

"I am willing to review the subjects and do a test trial service and delivery once to see how it works out for customer and business satisfaction."

A few hours later, Beth's doorbell rang. Looking through the peep hole she saw two men standing on the other side with one being her husband and owner of the delivery service company. 

Beth opened the door and spotted the other three delivery men, Bryan, David, and Dale to the side of the door.

"Oh, what a surprise, is this a special delivery?" 

Mr. Brown stepped forward and told Beth to go straight to the bedroom and be prepared to keep her new agreement to do a test trial of new service and delivery. 

Beth went to the bedroom and removed the white see-through robe she was wearing when she answered the door. 

In the bedroom is a weight workout bench without the weight bar where she layed on with her head at one end and her bottom at the other and legs spread out over the sides. 

Mr. Brown, Bryan, David, Dale, and the new addition to the team, broad sized Bob walked into the room naked as she is. Mr. Brown took a seat in a chair off to the side of the weight bench. The other men surrounded the weight bench as if in a line in the order of who serviced Beth previously. 

Bryan standing next to her face, lifted her head far enough to reach his thick long cock and she opened and sheathed it for him. 

The remaining men already had their cocks in their hands. 

After Bryan was lubed enough he moved in between her legs and lifted her legs up and strapped them with ropes that were tied to the weight bench bars to keep her legs up in the air. 




Delivery Boy



A bell that's what woke me, the front door, the post probably I sleepily thought looked at my phone nearly ten o'clock grunting I grabbed a shirt to throw over myself and went to answer the door. 

It was a man at the door well a teen maybe in his 20s longish blond hair to his neck covered by a cap, wearing baggy jeans, baggy top looking at me a bit stunned after a while he then shook his head then asked me to sign for the delivery. After I did he brought it in then left, he was heading out the gate when he suddenly turned and looking me up and down and asked.

"Do you always answer the door dressed like that?"

The answer is yes its ten in the morning, I don't wear clothes around the house when I have no need I wasn't going anywhere. I'm usually answering the door in my under ware and shirt or pyjama top but the thing is I have long legs so its hard to get PJ' bottoms to fit so its usually just girls boxers on my bottom half and I like to sleep naked so the answer to his question was.

"Yes" laughing I continued.

"Why has no one ever answered the door looking like me before?" I asked smiling.

"No way" was his answer still looking at me amazed he turned and left. Oh well I guess that makes me special I though as I shut the door and headed upstairs.

After falling into bed and finding where I left of on my book the door went again, after saying some very unlady like things I went downstairs to answer the door. Assuming it was the postman this time I was shocked when it was the delivery guy confused I looked at him letting my imagination run away did he come back for me is he going to come in and...

"Details on the box" looking at him after his outburst he went on to explain he needed to get some details of the parcel. I pointed to where I shoved the parcel after he gave me it and he crouched down to the box.

Okay time for a mental check I was letting my imagination run away with me but a girl can dream cant she. I stood looking out the door while he was down at my feet doing...well doing whatever he was doing, I saw it was still raining. That was the reason I was at home, I should have been at the museum but didn't fancy waiting around on buses so here I was making small talk with the delivery boy and fantasying about him naked. We talked about the weather, how long he had done the job pointless talk, while I was looking out the door I could see him at the corner of my eye looking at my legs and my butt. It was harmless so I didn't point it out but wondered what I would do if he decided to run his hand up my leg, his t-shirt was brushing against my leg now, he must have moved, suddenly he stood up. He was finished with the parcel and had all the information and would be gone soon it kind made me sad I mean he was a stranger it shouldn't matter but I didn't want him to go. While heading out the gate he stooped and looked at me then he asked if he could come in. At first I was shocked then realised I must be daydreaming but no it was real he wanted to come in. Now first of all I hadn't had sex since October and it was now April and I had just turned 20 but that was no excuse for what I did, and what did I do, I stood back and he came in.

There we were standing in my kitchen just looking at each other I felt faint so decided to go sit down in the living room he followed. I sat on the couch for a few seconds then stood and went back to the kitchen but he stopped me in the hallway with a simple touch to my arm, then he skinned his hand down my arm to my hand then holding my hand he kissed me and then before I knew it we were kissing passionately. I had my back to the wall and he was grinding against me biting my lips and lifting my top, holding my breasts, rubbing my nipples, then my legs were wrapped around him. I lost all thought it seemed like a dream this kind of stuff doesn't happen ...well apparently it does, as he was kissing me he asked if I had anything protection. Hey did I not get a say? Isn't he taking allot for granted? While thinking that his hand was busy travelling from my ribs to my pants then I couldn't think anymore after the first orgasm and I found myself climbing the stairs, on wobbly legs to go get some condoms. Grabbing one I started to think.

"What am I doing I don't know his name, he could have killed me could still! But my libido over ruled and decided what the fuck

"Live life!" This is my personal saying. So I went back down, he grabbed the condom pushed me against the wall again then after a few shaky attempts due to his hands shaking he was protected and in me right to the hilt. God it felt great my legs wrapped around him while he banged me against the wall. I came twice then he came digging his nails into my arse. He then put me on my feet turned me so I faced the wall then fingered me from behind, my hands flat against the wall the only noise our breathing, then I came again my God he was good with his hands. .After we were spent he went to the bathroom to clean up; after he came down I was wearing his cap that I had ripped off he grabbed it, kissed me on the lips and said goodbye. After he was gone I lent against the wall and slid down it till I was on the floor after a few minuets I picked myself up off the floor and went up stairs and ran a shower I swear my life is like a TV drama.



Delivery Boy



The following work of fiction tells the tale of a MILF who decides to order pizza while her husband is away on business.

All characters are works of fiction and are above 18 years of age.




I was in the bathtub when I heard the doorbell ring out through the halls of the house. Shit, that must be the delivery boy I thought. I was home alone this week. My husband was in India for the week on business and I had the whole house, pool, and hot tub to myself. I turned the water off and hastily wrapped the nearest towel I could find around my breasts. The towel, it turned out, was a tad too small and I had a bit of difficulty folding around my midsection as I ran to open the door. The doorbell rang again just as I rounded the corner into the foyer.

I opened the door and greeted the young delivery boy with my pizza. A college student no doubt. Working here for the summer. The obligatory "Thank you" and "How much will it be" took place and I reached out to give the young man his money in exchange for the pizza. However, a particularly large gust of wind blew the bills out of my open palm and onto the front steps. I bent down to pick them up and felt the boy looking strait at my tits which were very exposed at this point. I went down again for the second bill and felt the fold around my body start to loosen. I quickly pulled my hand up to my chest in an attempt to hold the towel tight but I was not fast enough and the towel fell to the ground leaving my entire face red and the delivery boy gaping at my naked body.

"Uhh... Let me get that for you." he said, his face still in shock.

He picked up my damp towel from the stairs and handed it to me. I noticed a growing bulge in his pants as I rewrapped the skimpy towel. I went to retrieve the last of my money and counted it all up. Shit! This was only seven dollars! I don't have enough money to pay for the pizza and tip, or even the pizza itself! Some of the money must have blown away!

"I-I'm so so sorry... I uh... don't seem to have enough for the pizza..." I stammered.

Suddenly the cheerful smile on the delivery boy's face was replaced by a disappointed and judging expression.

"The pizza's already baked and here for you ma'am. I'm afraid that you will have to make up the difference somehow." Then his face changed back to smile; only this was was more devious.

I saw the bulge growing larger and larger. "Well what do you propose I do then?" I asked cautiously dreading what I thought he might say next.

"How much do you think a blow job is worth?" he asked as he started to advance on me. "I'd say, oh maybe fifty cents a minute?" He was looking me strait in the eyes. "If that's the case, I would start now and the less you have to wait for your pizza." He was now two feet away and he reached down and unzipped his jeans.

"Kneel!" he ordered and I obeyed. He proceeded to whip out his hard 8 inch long cock and slapped me in the face with it. "Suck!" he commanded and thrust his member deep into mouth. I was so focused on breathing through my nose and not choking that I did not realize that he had torn off my towel and was pinching and rubbing my aroused nipples as well. "Look me in the eye when you suck my cock, whore!" he screamed at me. Immediately I tilted my head so that I was staring directly into my master's eyes.

There I was kneeling on the walkway to the front door of my house getting fucked in the mouth by the delivery boy. After several minutes of licking, sucking, and rubbing, he pulled his throbbing cock out of my mouth and did not go back in; or back in my mouth would be more precise. Instead, I was pushed to the ground and I felt my wet pussy become penetrated by his massive member. I screamed as I felt him go in again, and again, and again. He grunted each time my cunt enveloped his cock and knew from the drive up that there was nobody around here to hear my cries for help.

He stopped for a minute only to reach down to the pizza box and grab a slice in each hand. Then he took each greasy, oily slice and started rubbing them onto my tits, abdomen, and slit. He took the end of one piece and used it to rub my clitoris. When he finished, he took a nice big bite.

Soon enough, my cries turned to whimpers and my whimpers turned to moans and my moans were lost in the sound of his balls smacking against my plump ass cheeks. I orgasmed but the delivery boy kept on pounding. It was hard to know how long I laid on the ground for before he finally came as well. I violently shrieked as I felt his cum travel inside of me. It was then that he took his cock out of me and zipped his jeans back up. He knelt down, kissed me hard on the lips, pinched my nipple, and started to walk back to his delivery car.

I laid there on the ground with his cum splattered in and around my cunt and my ass red and sore as I watched his walk away. I watched him open up the passenger seat, put the pizza box in, get into the driver's seat and drive off.



Delivery Ch. 1



Mike Morgan

It had been a long exhausting trip: Tortola to Miami, then across the pond to Lisbon, and then the final leg to Horta. My legs were numb from sitting so long. As the taxi rolled into town during a beautiful late May afternoon, I considered the days to come. 

I had been contracted as delivery captain on a transatlantic run back to the BVIs in a new sailboat, and it promised to be a challenging voyage. The problems I saw were several. First, there are always breakdowns in a new boat. A shorter shakedown cruise would have been preferable, close to land where spare parts and repair facilities are close by. Second, the owners would be aboard as delivery crew. I've seen problems with this setup before, where the owner's ego and the necessity of having a single captain collide. Despite my misgivings, I needed the money and the pay was good.

A bright side was that the boat was a Halberg-Rassy 46. I've sailed several HR models, and this Swedish yard makes some of the best boats around. The 46 indicates the length at the waterline, and that's big enough so that I and the owners would be able to have some space when needed. Even such big sailboats can be cramped, and they are even more so when the inevitable tensions that are a part of passage making bubble to the surface, thousands of miles from the nearest land. This particular boat was named C-Breeze, and I hoped it would be prophetic.

I hadn't yet met the owners. The arrangements had been made through the delivery agency I contract with. I knew that the owner was named Jim Burke, and that there were three of them making the voyage. Most marine insurance companies require a four-man crew for offshore, so they needed one more person. Apparently none of the Burkes had much experience beyond coastal cruising, so they had decided to hire a professional, me, for the 2300-mile voyage. I don't mind inexperienced crew as long as they are eager to learn and can follow directions. But a passage is hard work and I will be happy to get back home in a month or so.

Because it was late in the season, the Burkes had chosen to combine the commissioning of the boat with a coastal trip from Sweden down to Spain and then across to the Azores. They had a yard crew for that part and so would likely be OK. I knew the Burkes must be pretty well set for money since a new HR46 costs about $600 thousand, and an offshore sea trial isn't cheap either.

I arrived at the guesthouse where a room had been reserved for me, stowed my sea bag, and then strolled down to the marina to see if my clients had arrived. The harbor was crowded with yachts but the HR was not among them, so I went into the port captain's office to see if there was any news. The information from the radio net was that C-Breeze had stopped for minor repairs in Lisbon, but was in route and would likely arrive in the next two days. I wasn't disappointed with this news as it gave me time to rest up after the flights. We would need time before putting to sea again including buying provisions for the trip. Often this is harder work than actually being at sea.

Horta is a pretty town in the Azores, a group of small islands that are part of Portugal, but 900 miles out in the Atlantic from Lisbon. It is the normal jumping off point for cruisers heading for the Caribbean or Bermuda. The guest house I was staying at was full of yachties waiting for weather and circumstances to allow them to depart. It was late evening when I got back to my room, and before long I fell into a sound sleep. 

I awoke the next morning with a need to pee and craving for a strong coffee. The first need being taken care of, I dressed and went down to the breakfast room. Finding an empty table for one, I ordered coffee and toast. Scanning the room, I saw that most of my fellow diners were middle-aged, with the exception of a striking young woman sitting directly across from me. She looked to be in her early twenties, with strawberry blond hair pulled into a ponytail, green eyes, and a slim figure. I glanced at her a few times while eating, and once saw her looking at me. We exchanged smiles and went back to our breakfasts.

After eating I strolled down to the port again for an update on my boat. There was nothing new, so I walked along the waterfront inspecting the range of yachts moored alongside. There were boats of every size and make, and I saw quite a few of the type I had done deliveries in. I was drooling over a big Swan when I sensed someone beside me. It was the girl from breakfast. She smiled at me and said, "This is a nice boat. It's not yours is it?" She wore a baseball cap and sunglasses, a polo shirt, khaki shorts, and hiking shoes. I had on the same attire, but my clothes were positively shabby in comparison. She was my height, five feet eight, very slim and trim, in a word, elegant.

From her accent, I could tell she was American. "Hardly! I couldn't afford a boat like that in two lifetimes. But hello! Mike Morgan here. I guess you're from the states too."

She gave me a little smile. "You could tell, huh? I'm Janet. You here for a crossing?"

"Yep, as soon as my ship comes in."

"I've heard that one before." She smiled again. "What ship are you on?"

"C-Breeze. It's a new boat, on the way here. I'm captaining the delivery"

"I'm just looking at the boats here too. Can I walk with you?"

"Sure. Are you doing a passage too?" 

"Yes, I'm waiting for a boat too. Been here two days." 

As we strolled about commenting on the good and bad points of the various sailboats docked at the marina, I was continuously amazed at how pretty she was. It was clear she had done quite a bit of sailing, and I asked, "Where did you pick up so much knowledge about boats?"

She replied, "My parents have owned boats since I was little. I grew up sailing dinghies in Seattle. We also chartered in the Caribbean almost every summer. How about you?"

"I grew up in Miami, sailing all the time. After high school I couldn't see going to college. I got a job teaching sailing for a while, then bummed around the Caribbean. Then I was a charter captain for a few years, and for the last two years I've been doing deliveries. It pays enough for me to live on my own little boat in Tortola."

"Neat. I want to do something like that someday."

We spent the rest of the morning together, but at midday she excused herself saying she had errands to run. I had been having ideas of a quick port fling, but these quickly crashed. As I was about to say goodbye, she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then skipped away with a silvery giggle. She wasn't visible at dinner, and being overcome by jet lag, I sacked out early once again. The next morning I slept late before going down to breakfast. Just as I was starting the second cup of coffee, I saw Janet arrive in the room. She spotted me and walked over. 

"Hi Mike. You're the only one I know here. Can I have breakfast with you?" Of course I wasn't about to say no to that. She looked even prettier than the day before. She went on, "I got up a bit early and went to the port office. I asked about your boat, and they said she was due tomorrow."

"That's OK with me," I replied. "It was a long flight over, and I'm glad to get the extra rest. How about your boat?"

"It should be here about the same time."

I decided to make my move. "I'm thinking about looking around the island. Are you doing anything today?"

"Nope. In fact, I was just about to ask you the same thing." That was a promising response, and we spent a pleasant morning strolling about the narrow streets of Horta's old town. She was wearing the same khaki shorts as the day before, and they way they emphasized her slim waist and the flair of her hips was truly erotic. I found myself continually dropping behind in order to readjust the erection in my pants. After a quick lunch at a waterfront café, we took a taxi to the other town on the island, Cedros. This town has many old churches and other sights, and by the end of the afternoon, we were strolling through the narrow streets holding hands.

Returning to Horta, I asked, "I'd like to take you to dinner, but I don't have anything nice to wear."

"Yes to the dinner, but I want to pay. I know deliveries don't pay that well."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "My clients are paying my expenses here since the boat is delayed."

She nodded. "Well, OK then. Why don't we just eat here at the guest house. The food is as good here as anywhere in town. And you can just wear what you have on." 

Dinner was delicious, fresh seafood and vegetables with a nice Portuguese rosé. We chatted about boats and places we'd sailed and wanted to sail. From time to time, I felt her leg rub against mine under the table, but I didn't assume anything from it. After a coffee, she stretched her arms behind her thrusting her small breasts towards me, yawned, and said, "I feel like dessert. I thought we might have it in my room. Is that OK with you."

"Sure. What did you order?"

"You'll see."

Her room was larger than mine, with a double bed and large windows overlooking the harbor. She disappeared into the bathroom while I stood looking out at the harbor lights. Hearing the bathroom door open, I turned to see Janet standing there in a glamour pose, totally nude. My eyes roamed from her small perfect breasts and their light pink nipples down over a flat tummy and then to her mound and pussy lips, covered with fine light red-brown hair. I felt the blood surge to my cock.

"What do you think of this dessert?" she purred. 

I was tongue-tied for a moment. Then, I managed to come out with, "My favorite I think. God, you are lovely. And you look delicious."

She trilled a little laugh and came over to put her arms around my neck. As our lips met, she pressed herself against me and pushed one knee between mine. My cock was painfully hard inside my shorts, and I knew she must feel it against her thigh. 

"I think something needs to be let out," she said. Dropping to her knees she undid my belt and zipper, letting my shorts fall to the floor where I kicked them off. She dropped to her knees, pulled my briefs down to my knees and took my rod in both hands. "This looks useful. Just the kind I like, not too big and not too small." Bringing her head down, she took the tip into her mouth and let her tongue roll over and around the head, while her hands moved up and down the shaft. I sat back onto the edge of the bed, pulling her with me, then kicked my shoes and briefs free. While she continued to mouth me, I pulled my shirt over my head so that I was a naked as she.

She seemed content to suck me, so I lay back on the bed enjoying her attention as she knelt on the floor. It had been a while since I had been with a woman, and I was afraid of cumming too soon. When I felt my balls start to tighten, I sat up and pushed her head gently away. "Let's not go too fast. Come up here and let me do something for you." Laying her on her back, I was amazed at how lovely she was. Her round breasts were flat against her chest, but the light pink nipples were hard and erect. I took each of them in my mouth in turn, holding them gently in my teeth while circling them with my tongue. She began to moan and opened her legs. 

I moved down and placed her legs over my shoulders, bringing my mouth to her pussy while I reached up to play with a nipple in each hand. Her outer lips were swollen and I could see traces of her juice on the inner parts. Moving my tongue slowly up and down, I slowly parted her revealing the pinkness of her interior. Her clit was standing up from its hood, and as my tongue circled it, more of her juice flowed onto my lips and chin. When I thrust my tongue into her tunnel, she began to push her hips into my face as she moaned and grunted.

"Oh God, Mike! Please fuck me now. I need you inside me."

Pushing her legs apart and off of my shoulders, I crawled forward until I could bring the head of my cock to the entrance of her pussy. I always especially enjoy the initial penetration. Slowly I fed in my entire length until I was buried balls-deep in her and my thighs were glued to hers. Her cunt was warm and tight, gripping me like a velvet pouch. Leaning over I cupped her head with one hand, kissing her while I supported my weight with the other, as I started to thrust in and out.

She did not talk or scream as we fucked, just moaned or emitted little gasps of pleasure, then thrust her tongue against mine. After five minutes or so, I knew I couldn't last much longer, and I couldn't tell if she was near to orgasm. I buried myself, stopped, and whispered, "Can you cum? Are you close?"

"Yes! Yes! Almost there! Keep fucking me! please!"

I knew I was too close to orgasm myself, so I rolled over keeping her impaled on me, so that she was lying on top. "Ride me. I can last longer that way." I had my legs spread, so she braced herself with her hands on my knees as she bounced up and down, eyes closed, breathing hard. With my hands free, I cupped her breasts and moved my palms over her nipples.

Regardless of my desire to wait for her, I felt the cum collect at the bottom of my shaft, then shoot up into her as I pulled her hips down onto me. The first three jets were hard pulses, followed by two weaker ones. I couldn't remember cumming so hard. She continued to move up and down on my still-hard cock, but then I started to soften and my cock head was too sensitive to support her motion. I rolled her back over, pulled out, and dove down to tongue her clit once again. After a few seconds of this, she yelled out, "Ahhh! Yes! Ohhh!" as more of her fluids, mixed with my sperm, flooded out onto my mouth and chin. 

As I raised my head, I heard her let out a long sign as her whole body seemed to relax at once. After a moment, she whispered, "Oh that was so good. It's been a good while since I had a fuck like that. How did you like the dessert?"

I moved up alongside her, taking her into my arms as she lay on her side pressing against me. "That's the best dessert I've had for quite a while too. Where did you find the recipe?"

"Oh! It's just a little home cooking. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Maybe we'll have room for seconds later."

"That would be nice." And indeed, we had seconds and thirds before the sun finally rose.

Next morning, I lay stretched out in bed watching as she sat naked at the dresser, brushing her hair. She turned to me and said, "I never asked you, Mike. How old are you? Do you have a girlfriend back home?"

"I'm twenty-eight. What do you care if I have a girlfriend? Do you want to make her jealous?"

She sniffed, "Hardly! Do you think she would be?"

"Well I don't have a girlfriend now, but all the ones I've had would be jealous. How old are you, by the way?"

"Eighteen."

"Eighteen!" That was a surprise. "I would have sworn you were at least twenty-two or so. I feel like a cradle robber, a dirty old man." Looking at her closely in the morning light, devoid of makeup, I could now see how young she seemed.

"You didn't act like an old man last night." This latter statement was made with her legs pulled up with her feet and ass on the seat and her knees apart, showing me her pussy and anus.

"Unless you put on some clothes I might feel like getting into the cradle again. God, you're so sexy and hot! I wish I didn't have to leave so soon. I feel like I want to fuck you three times a day for the next month. Does that sound crude?"

"I feel the same way, although I'd probably kill you if you tried it that much." Laughter. "But you know, fate has a way of bringing people together when they least expect it. I wouldn't be surprised to see you again after Horta. Would you like that?" 

"You know I would. But for now I need to get down to the marina to see how my ship is doing. Want to come along?"

"Sure. Remember you promised me a tour."

We collected our clothing, dressed, and took the short walk to the marina office. The word was the C-Breeze had called in and was expected to dock in an hour or so. We set down on a bench outside the office holding hands and enjoying the warm morning sun and the fresh breeze blowing across the water. We were drowsing when the port captain came out to tell us that she was just entering the port. He directed us to her assigned slip, so that when she maneuvered into it, we were there to catch her mooring lines and cleat them to the dock.

Once the ship was secured, Janet jumped on board and ran to embrace the tall man standing by the mast. Soon they were joined by an attractive woman who also received a share of the embrace. For my part I was greeted by two middle-aged blond men. "You da delivery captain? Mr. Morgan?"

"Yes I am. You two must be the men from Halberg-Rassy. How was your passage?"

"Da boat is pretty good. We only got a couple a tings ta fix. But tree more weeks a dis couple we be dead men, I can tell ya. It a good ting a young fella like you is doin da rest."

Janet and the couple joined us. The tall man introduced himself, "Hi Mike. I'm Jim Burke, and this is my wife Ellen. I see you already met our daughter."

I shot a glance at Janet, who smiled wickedly back at me. I could tell the next few weeks were going to be interesting.



Delivery Ch. 2



Ellen Burke

I could see Mike looking at Janet strangely, so I knew there was something up with them. I also knew I'd find out what soon enough, so after a few minutes of chat with him and Janet and the Swedes, I said that I wanted a bath. Putting a bag together, I walked with Janet to the guesthouse. Our room wasn't ready yet, so we went to Janet's. It had not been made up. "It smells like sex in here!"

"Yeah, we fucked."

"Janet! You know I've told you not to be so crude in your language. 'Made love' is perfectly descriptive. You seem to have worked fast. When did he get here?"

"Night before last. I saw him at breakfast yesterday, and he was eyeing me. I knew right away who he was. It was a relief to know that we were going to have a man like him for the trip. So anyway I decided to seduce him. I was expecting to see some old sea-salt. How did you arrange it?"

I ran a bath. "We didn't. The delivery company just said they were sending us a good man, and all we knew before taking off was his name. This is the first man you've been with without telling us first." 

"Yeah I know. I feel all grown up now."

"You don't have to say 'yeah" all the time either. A simple 'yes' is more refined." I stripped and let myself down into the steaming water. "Ahhhh. The part of sailing I hate the most is not getting to shower everyday. I feel like a dirty old hag."

"Mom, you know you're a gorgeous woman. I saw you looking at him too. How long do you think it'll take you to get him into bed?"

"It took you one day, so it should take me at least a week." As the hot water loosened my muscles, I relaxed and sank deeper into the tub. "Pull up a chair and let's talk while I soak. Is he a good man as they said?"

"We fucked three times last night. I mean, we made love three times, and I came all three times. I'd say that's pretty good, wouldn't you?"

I opened my legs, and let my hands drop to my mound. Stubble! A shave was in order. "Ummm, I would say. Better than the Swedes, but they're a lot older too."

Janet bit her lip. "Mom, I know we share everything, but I really like this guy. Promise me you won't screw around too much. I'd kind of like to see more of him once we get across."

"Is my little girl having her first crush? Don't worry about me. I'm sure most guys his age prefer eighteen year-old pussy to thirty-five. How old is he, anyway?"

"Twenty-eight. Closer to you than to me."

"Things will work out as they should. How about washing your old mother's back for her?" I leaned forward allowing Janet to massage my back and shoulders with a soapy washcloth. "Ahhh, that feels so good." She moved her hands around to cup my breasts and rubbed the nubby cloth over my nipples, which hardened at the touch. I pushed her hand away. "None of that right now, Janet. We'll have some fun together later. Now I want some lunch."

While I was drying off, Janet asked me about the Swedish guys.

"When I got to Portugal, they and Dad had been two weeks on the boat with no sex, so it was pretty easy. The first night on shore I took care of Dad, of course. The next day we went to sea. The Swedes were bunking in the aft cabin, so right before the end of the first watch I went in there, stripped down, and started playing with myself. When Per-Olaf walked in on me, he almost dropped his jaw on the floor. I acted all flustered at first, but then I asked him if he wanted to help me with my little problem. He couldn't get undressed quickly enough. He's got blonde hair all over and a nice cock and he fucks pretty well for a guy of fifty. He climbed on and we went at it for almost half an hour. I came twice before he did. Afterwards, I told him that I don't like to sail with men who are frustrated or uptight, so I expected to see him on a daily basis. And I told him to let his buddy know the same thing."

Janet giggled. "You mean he makes love pretty well." We both laughed. "No wonder they made that comment about almost being killed."

"I hope they were exaggerating. The other one, Lars, was as game as Per-Olaf. So with Dad and those two, I was assured of three cocks a day. The Swedes had a bit of trouble getting it up more than once a day, which was my only disappointment. The day before we arrived, I had them both at the same time, Lars in my pussy and Per-Olaf in my ass, while I sucked off Dad. I'm glad the autopilot was working because for sure no one was steering the boat."

"You are such a nympho Mom! How are we going to keep you satisfied for the next four weeks?"

"Don't be silly. I didn't really need it that much. I was just taking advantage of the supply." I finished dressing and we went downstairs to find Jim and Mike sitting at the bar waiting for us.

Jim filled us in. "Mike and I and the Swedes had a conference, and it looks like we can get everything shipshape by tomorrow night, assuming you two can finish the provisioning. There's a front coming in, and it looks like we could leave early the following morning. I know that doesn't give us much of a shore leave, but if we miss this weather window, we might have to stay here for another week or so."

I said I had no problem with that, so we all agreed to get right to work. Janet and I went to the boat and took inventory of what food remained, and then made up our shopping list. The afternoon was spent in filling up basket after basket at the local stores, then stowing the goods on board. We planned on buying the perishable items like milk, vegetables, and meat the following day. Even so, shopping for four people for six weeks of meals is not something that's done rapidly.

Mike moved onto the boat with the Swedes in order to familiarize himself with all of the onboard systems. After dinner, Jim and Janet and I went to our room for a nightcap. 

As you might have deduced from our earlier conversation, a nightcap at the Burkes is not often a modest affair. Jim and I had been sweethearts in high school and he was the first guy I ever fucked. Since we didn't use any birth control, that first fuck resulted in my getting pregnant with Janet at age seventeen. Jim and my parents stuck by me and we got married. Jim had a college scholarship, and I stayed home with my parents and the baby. Upon graduation Jim joined a local startup company named Microsoft. Jim and I found that we both had strong sex drives, and after some discussion and hesitation, we hooked up with a small group of swinging couples in the Seattle area. Both of us loved it, and we continued up until this year, when Jim cashed in his stock options and retired.

When Janet was fourteen, she asked us for a frank discussion of the facts of life. Expecting to deliver the standard birds and bees talk, we were surprised when she told us that she knew all of that. She said that she had often spied on us making love, and that she wanted to experience the same things. With us! This was a bit of a shock, but Janet was very logical. She said that Jim was sexier than any of the pimply boys that she saw at school, and he would certainly be a better introduction to sex than any of them. And too, she was attracted to girls, and her mom was prettier than any of the girls at school.

We held out for a while, but eventually she got her way. Janet is a very pretty girl, and at fourteen had developed a beautiful body. Once he had the idea of fucking her, I knew Jim would eventually give in. I had been with a few of the other women we swung with and had enjoyed those sessions as well. So we decided to give in to Janet's plan and thereafter had many enjoyable family parties. We didn't let Janet join in with our swinging club, but rather encouraged her to have normal relationships with boys her own age. However, she had very few long-term boyfriends and even fewer lovers. As she said, "Why should I screw with these inept high school guys when I have such great sex with Dad?" Thus, I was surprised to learn that she had seduced Mike right out of the gate.

In our room, Janet gave Jim and me a kiss, and said how much she had missed us. "What can I do to show you how much?"

I offered a suggestion. "I noticed during my bath that my pussy needs a shave. How about doing it for me?"

While I stripped down, Janet got a safety razor and shave cream, and a bowl of warm water. I sat with my ass and heels on the edge of the bed with my knees spread wide. Squirting a large ball of the cream on her fingers, she smoothed the lather over my mound and lips, and down around my asshole. "We need to get this rubbed in really well," she used two fingers to rub the lather into my slit and around my clitoris. My juices immediately began to flow and my clit became erect.

"I can see you like that. Let me get naked too so that Dad can see both of our cunts." 

Jim chuckled, "The more the merrier, that's my motto." Sitting in a high back chair, he had loosened his shorts and was slowly stroking his erect cock.

Janet slowly moved the razor blade over my sensitive labia and mound, then more quickly over my inner thighs, and finally around my asshole. She had done this before and never nicked me. After shaving each area, she ran a finger over it. Finally, she dipped a washcloth in warm water and wiped off all of the lather. By now, I was hot and my pussy juices were flowing.

Janet examined her work critically. "That looks, pretty smooth now, but I need to test it to be sure." Getting onto her knees, she held my thighs apart and began to explore my pussy with the tip of her tongue. "Mmmm. Nice and smooth," she murmured. As she moved her mouth up and down from my clit to my ass, I saw Jim stand up and move behind Janet. Jim is 6'4", so he had to stoop down to her.

"Dad's going to fuck your cunt now Janet. Are you ready for a big cock?"

"Yes Daddy, please fuck your daughter's cunt. I want you in me. Give it to me!"

He got down on his knees and put his cock into her. As he pushed in, I heard her give out a little moan.

Jim held her by the hips and began to fuck her with rhythmic strokes, each inward thrust forcing her face deeper against my cunt. Matching his rhythm, Janet began to push her tongue deep into me, then brushed up on my clit as it withdrew. I secreted so much juice that Janet's face and lips were soaked. The three of us continued like this for several minutes, to our mutual enjoyment. Then as she got closer to orgasm, Janet began to gasp on each stroke. She then inserted two fingers into me and stroked her hand in and out of me while blowing warm breaths onto my clit.

I was getting close to orgasm too, thrusting my hips forward to match her and Jim's motion. "I'm going to cum. Oh God, I'm cumming! Ahhhh." My orgasm swelled up from deep inside like a wave rolling over me. I compulsively clamped my knees around Janet's hand as fresh gouts of my juice flowed onto her fingers. Then as I relaxed, I sensed that Jim had increased the pace of his thrusts, pumping into her from behind. Recovering myself a little, I sat up and took Janet's face in one hand as I kissed her open mouth.

"I'm going to cum too, Mom. Give it to me Daddy. I want to feel your cum in me. Oh God, Oh God, YES!" Jim was not quite there and he continued to slam into her for a dozen more strokes, until finally he stopped, buried in her as he spurted deep into her tunnel.

We stayed in position for a time, savoring the moment. Jim's cock softened and fell out of her. "That's what I call quality time with the family," Jim chuckled. We were all rather tired, Jim and I from the voyage and Janet from her night with Mike. Jim and I went directly to bed, and Janet got dressed and went to her own room.

After she left, I said to Jim, "Listen my dear, our little girl has got a thing for Mike. She picked him up yesterday and fucked his brains out. What's your impression of him from this afternoon?"

"She did that? He must be special then. He seems to be really competent. He and Lars and Per-Olaf have gotten the repairs sorted out right away, and he's laid out a watch schedule and course already. From what I've seen, we're in good hands. How do you want to play it? Want to be monogamous for a month?"

"Not particularly. Let me make a pass at him. If he plays along, maybe we can let him in on our little family secrets. I know lots of men have fantasies about fucking a mother and daughter. I know you do."

Laughter. "They're no longer fantasies. All right, let me know how you're getting along, and I'll leave Janet alone on the boat until we see how the wind is blowing."

"I'll try not to let your sacrifice go unrewarded," I joked, stroking his semi-hard cock. "Do you want a payment in advance now?" And after a slow loving fuck we fell asleep.

The next day was spent finishing provisioning and stowing all of our gear aboard. Mike and our Swedes finished up the minor repairs. Then the four of us went over all of the necessary procedures for offshore: watch schedules, abandon ship duties, location of safety gear and fire extinguishers, and many more details too laborious for this story. Although normally Jim and I would have occupied the larger rear cabin, we decided to remain in the forward cabin so that Mike would be quickly available to the watch person in case of any problems. Janet would bunk in the small portside cabin. How much time she would actually spend there seemed in doubt.

The front passed over us in the early afternoon, and we had a rolly and celibate night on C-Breeze. Early morning dawned gray and gusty, but the wind has shifted to the northeast. We cleared customs and headed into the Atlantic.

We had established a watch schedule of three hours on and six off. Each of us family members would be on watch for three hours, and would be off watch for the following six hours. Mike would not stand watches but would be on call at all times. This system started well but the first day conditions were twenty-knot winds and twelve-foot seas. By early evening, Janet became dreadfully seasick and retired to her bunk clutching a plastic bowl we jokingly called "Ralph." Mike said that he would take Janet's watches until she recovered.

I said to him, "I told Janet to take something, but she was stubborn. Sailing along the coast isn't the same as being out here."

Mike agreed. "I gave her something I use. Compazine. She can't throw it up either. It's a suppository. She should be okay by tomorrow if it works for her like for most people."

I wondered if he had helped her insert it, but didn't voice that thought.

For myself, I enjoyed the motion of the boat, and especially being on watch at night. I had the midnight to 3:00am watch. The front's passage had left the night air cool and the sky clear and filled with stars. When on watch, the main duty is scanning the horizon for other ships every fifteen minutes or so. Unless the wind changes, no other work is required. I sat on the cockpit cushions stargazing and daydreaming. When alone on deck, we all wore harnesses tethered to safety lines.

Towards the end of the watch, I suddenly realized I was horny. I decided to masturbate a bit. When I went below, I planned to wake Jim and have a quickie before sleeping. Mike came on deck quietly for his watch to find me, eyes closed and hand inside my shorts, working away.

He coughed politely, and I quickly pulled out my hand and sat up. He handed me a cup. "I made some tea. Thought you might like something hot before bed."

"Yes. Thank you. I was thinking of something hot."

He ignored this feeble joke and silently clipped in to the safety line.

I slid over next to him. "I'm going to drink this before I go down. Mind if I sit up with you?"

"Of course not. I always like company on watch. Passes the time."

The night air was not too cold, but with the wind I was wearing a long-sleeved nylon sweater with nothing on underneath. Sitting next to Mike after having played with myself for a while, my nipples were hard and evident under the fabric. I saw Mike glancing down at me in the dim red cockpit light. I decided to press my luck and swung sideways so that I could put my feet up on the cushions and lean back against Mike's arm. "I hope you don't mind. I'm a little cold and it feels good leaning against you."

He replied, "Uh, no, not at all Ellen. You feel good too."

"How about putting your arms around me then? We'd be more comfortable that way."

He turned sideways towards me so that I could lean against his chest, and put his arms around my waist. His forearms were touching the bottoms of my breasts through my sweater. I took his hands in mine and moved them up to cup my breasts, pushing them against my hard nipples. "Umm. Doesn't that feel better?"

"Very nice. But I wouldn't want your husband to come on deck and see us this way."

"Oh, I don't think Jim would mind. We're pretty open-minded about things like that. Listen, I know you and our Swedish friends were talking, so I don't think you're too shocked either." I let a hand glide behind my back. "And from the lump between your legs, I'd say you were glad to see me."

"I saw you masturbating a while ago. That was pretty stimulating."

"You didn't let me finish," I laughed. "So you owe me some satisfaction. Why not let Mr. P out for a little night air? He must be feeling cramped about now." Freeing myself from his embrace I knelt down facing him and undid his shorts, so that I was able to extract his cock from his underwear. It looked to be about six and a half inches and quite thick. I took him into my mouth and worked my tongue around the head and down the bottom of the shaft. His cock seemed to swell even more at this treatment. Taking him even deeper, I worked him to the back of my throat and past the pharynx so that my lips were buried in his pubic hair and touching his abdomen. Most men are surprised that I can do this, and Mike was no exception.

"I never had a woman be able to do that. God, you're fantastic." Naturally I couldn't talk with him buried in my throat, so all I could do was make happy noises as I breathed through my nose. By making swallowing motions with my throat, I stimulated him even more, so that he started to try to make little fucking motions. This wasn't as comfortable, so I withdrew until only the head was in my mouth, and I could taste the pre-cum seeping from the tip.

"Seems like you're ready now," I murmured. I stood up and turned my back to him and I dropped my pants and panties to my ankles and kicked them aside. I straddled his legs keeping my back to him and with one hand clasped his cock and guided it to the entry of my cunt. Then I slowly let myself down, impaling myself on him and savoring the sensation as his cock parted the walls of my already soaking tunnel. When he was totally in and I was sitting on his thighs, I turned my face to his offering my lips for a luscious kiss. "This harness is bothering me. I'm going to take it off. With us together like this, I don't think I'll fall overboard, do you?" He shook his head.

Undoing the harness, I slipped it over my head and let it fall to the deck. Then I pulled the sweater up to my neck uncovering my breasts. "Play with my tits while I fuck you. I love that." As I raised and lowered myself on his shaft, I steadied myself with one hand on his thighs while fingering my clit with the other. This was such a delicious position that I wanted it to last a long time. 

Mike enjoyed it too. "You are so fucking hot. Let me feel you." He took one hand from a breast and lowered it to my mound, searching for my clit. His hand met mine, and I guided him to my clit. "Damn, shaved too. So fucking wet! God I love fucking you. I'm gonna cum in a few seconds."

I sat on him and stopped my motion. "Not so fast, Mikey. Remember the customer always cums first. Let's slow down for a few seconds while I catch up." We continued the joint exploration of my clit while roaming over his balls and the portion of his shaft that wasn't inside me. I could feel my orgasm start to build deep inside. "I'm getting close Mike. Think we can time it together?" I started to move on him again, slowly at first and then increasing as I felt an internal glow build inside me. "Almost there love, let's hit it!" I bounced up and down on him as fast as I could, fucking his cock and rubbing my clit hard. Mike massaged both nipples strongly as I slammed down on him, then pushed up until only the head remained inside me. "Here it is. God, I'm cumming! My orgasm washed over me as if the ocean itself was engulfing Mike and me together. I reached down and cupped his balls, squeezing lightly.




Delivery Ch. 2



Mike gasped, "Here I cum Ellen," as he thrust himself upwards into me, shooting a stream of hot semen into my cunt.

"Let me see!" I lifted up from him so that the next gout of cum shot from him and splattered onto the deck. Grasping his cock from between my legs, I pumped it like a hose as each white rope of semen spurted out into the air and fell back onto my fingers. After about five spasms, the flow stopped and he went slowly soft in my hand. I turned to him and showed him my fingers soaked with his cum. I licked them clean, and then pressed my lips to his, sharing his taste. He didn't back away from that, but instead thrust his tongue into my mouth.

I sank down onto his lap, straddling him again and laying my head against his chest. He stroked my hair saying, "That was so fucking fantastic. I can see why Per-Olaf said you almost killed him. Promise me we won't do that more than a few times a day."


That struck me as funny. "I think you need to save something for your other girlfriend."

Mike was suddenly quiet. "What do you mean?"

"No need to be coy. You and Janet had fun ashore. Are you going to cut her off?"

"I didn't know you knew about that. Are you upset? I mean she isn't a minor."

"Don't be silly. Janet and I are more like sisters than mother and daughter. We don't have any secrets from each other. Nor from Jim."

"I guess that means she's going to hear about us too."

"With the noise we made, she probably already does. Would you rather tell her yourself?"

"That would be awkward. I wouldn't know how to begin."

"Well, I'll make it easy on you. She can share the aft cabin with you, and we can play a little bit when she's not in the mood. I think that would make everybody happy, don't you?"

"Uh, I guess so. Man, what an interesting family you all are."

"Yes, that's true. We have four weeks or so to show you how interesting. Now pull up your pants and check the horizon. I'm going to bed."

And as predicted, the next four weeks were really quite interesting.



Delivery Ch. 3



Janet Burke

This was so embarrassing; seasick the first day, and me having sailed all my life. So there I was the first evening, lying in the port cabin in a sweat-drenched t-shirt and panties clutching Ralph, my barf bowl, to my chest like a lover. At least being near the center of the boat reduced the rocking motion. I had hoped that lying down would soon make the nausea go away, but soon I made another donation to my plastic bedmate. Mike came in and sat down beside me. "You don't look too well darling. Let me empty this." He took the bowl away from me and went across to the head. I could hear him flushing it away. He came back with Ralph and a wet towel. He propped me up gently and wiped off my face and neck, and I started to feel a little better. 

"Thanks, Mike. I was never seasick before. God, it's awful."

"It's normal. You've never been far offshore before. There's a lot of swell from that front plus big waves. Makes for confused seas. I guess you know that Lord Nelson always got seasick too his first few days at sea."

"Yeah. I read that. Doesn't make me feel any better though. I bet Mom and Dad are laughing at me."

"I don't think so. Anyway, I have something that should make you feel better. Roll over on your stomach." 

I did so and he reached over to pull down my panties. "Hey! That will make me feel better when I'm not sick. I am so not in the mood."

"Don't be silly. I'm going to give you a suppository: Compazine. That way you can't throw it up. Is that OK with you?"

"I'll take anything. I feel so awful." I lifted my hips up so he could pull my panties down to my knees. Then I felt a cool greasy touch at my back entrance as he pushed it into me, along with most of a finger.

"Ok, that should stay put. It will dissolve in you." He pulled my panties up again. "You need to drink something to replace the fluids you've lost." He brought me a glass of cold tea and propped me up again while I sipped the tea. Then he wiped my face again and kissed me tenderly. "Try to get some sleep. I'll take your watches until you feel better."

"I'll try. Thanks Mike. I'm sorry to be such a baby." Then I slept.

I awoke some time after daybreak, and although weak I felt better. Shedding my sweat-soaked clothes, I put on shorts and a long-sleeved pullover, brushed my teeth and gargled, and made it onto the deck. Mom was on alone, so I knew the men were sleeping.


"How are you feeling, Baby? You look better."

"I feel a little weak, but hopefully I won't barf anymore. Mike gave me something."

"He told me that. He liked getting into your butt." She laughed. "But seriously, we had a little heart-to-heart talk this morning on watch. I think you would be more comfortable sharing the aft cabin with Mike. If you want to that is."

"Oh, you told him you knew that we fucked? Was he embarrassed that you knew?"

"Embarrassed? Well no. Our heart-to-heart talk was actually more groin-to-groin, if you catch my meaning."

"Mother! You fucked him already? What a slut you are!" We laughed. Then she told me all about her morning watch. "Did you tell him about our family fun too?"

"No dear. You'll have to break it to him gently. But since he's already had us both, he can't object to Jim having the same privilege. In fact, I have a little idea about that." She told me her plan, and we decided to put it to the test as soon as possible.

That day and the next passed without much excitement. I got my sea legs and took my watches. The wind drove us south under clear skies and cool temperatures. Mike had plotted a course that would eventually meet the eastward trade winds, which in turn would carry us across. Of course, a voyage under sail rarely goes as planned, and on the fourth day out we hit the doldrums, that stretch of latitude where few winds blow. We fired up the "iron genoa," our big Perkins diesel, and motored on south. The doldrums brought with them warmer weather and flat seas, so that we were able to shed our sweaters and overpants. 

Mom and I decided it was warm enough to start working on some tans, since we were both pasty white from the Seattle winter. It was mid-afternoon when Dad was on watch, and Mike was chatting with him in the cockpit. We both put on our bikinis and headed for the afterdeck toting towels, suntan oil, and some cushions. Our passage got a low whistle from Dad and a smile from Mike. We laid our the cushions and covered them with towels, then applied the cream to our legs and arms. Mom laid face down saying, "Can you put it on my back please?" I unhooked her top and gave her a good rubdown, which had her sighing with enjoyment.

"All right, my turn, Mom," I said stretching out face down on my cushion beside her. Mom had to sit up to oil my back. Since her top was undone, doing so exposed her breasts to the men, who were eyeing us.

"Nice pair, eh Mike?" Dad asked. Mike flushed, not knowing that Dad was fully aware of everything.

"Um yeah. Very nice I'm sure," Mike got out, flustered.

We lay there soaking in the suns rays for another half hour. I had almost fallen asleep when Mom spoke up, "I think I'm done on this side. Better roll over so you won't get burnt." We both turned onto our backs, exposing our breasts. I felt my nipples get hard, knowing the men were still watching us. "We need more oil on our fronts," Mom said. "Can you do me first?"

"Sure thing." I sat up and spread the oil on my hands, then massaged it into her shoulders, then down her sides and over her flat stomach. Then teasingly, I squeezed out a fresh glob onto my palm and spread it over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my palm. "Do you want to tan all over today?"

"I'd love to. Do you thing the boys will mind?" 

I looked over at them. "Mom wants to tan all over. Is that OK with you men?" No one spoke up so I turned back to Mom, who had already bent her knees and was pulling her bikini bottom over them. With another application of suntan lotion to my hands, I spread it slowly across her belly, then over her bare mound, and finally between her spread thighs. "You're wet already," I whispered to her as I stroked around her shaved lips.

"Yes I am. I wonder why." She whispered back. "Are they looking at us?"

"They sure are."

"Ok, let me do you." I shed my bottom and lay back, spreading my legs so that Dad and Mike could get a nice look as Mom oiled me all over. As she worked downward to grease my pussy lips, she couldn't resist slipping a finger up my slit and over my clit, which was already aroused. A little groan of pleasure slipped out of me. "I think we should really sun a little before we let them take advantage of us," Mom whispered to me. "I'm really enjoying laying out, and a little teasing will do them good."

"Umm. You're right. Let's not wait too long though. I'm horny as hell right now," I whispered back. And so we lay there for another twenty minutes, soaking in the rays and drowsily thinking erotic thoughts, while our slightly spread thighs gave our lovers a clear view of our pussies.

At last Dad spoke up. "Hey Mike! Look at those two flaunting their goods at us. I think they need to be taught not to be such cock teasers. What do you think?"

Mike was still in a quandary. "Uh, yeah Jim, I guess so. Whatever you say."

"Well I for one feel like a fuck, and I can't fuck them both. Care to lend a hand with this? Actually a cock more than a hand." Dad laughed.

"You want me to fuck Janet?" Mike asked hesitantly.

Dad laughed again. "If you prefer her. Now that you've had them both, you should be in a good position to choose the one you like best."

Mike was taken aback. "Oh. You know about that? And you didn't mind?"

"Do I sound like I mind?" He laughed again. "We've all been yanking your chain. Seriously, Ellen and I have been swingers for years. And you've seen that Janet isn't shy either. I hope we don't bother you."

"I guess that it would be silly for me to claim that I'm bothered."

"Good, then let's get to work. Both of these shameless hussies have been asking for it for an hour. Do you still want Janet?"

Mike looked perplexed. "I guess so. I assume you don't fuck your daughter, so it should be me."

I couldn't resist a little snort at that. "What would you think if he did?" Mike didn't say anything, but I could tell he was somewhat shocked at our behavior. I thought, "Screw him if he doesn't like it."

Dad was ready and said, "I think I'd like to quit talking and get in Ellen's pussy. Ladies! Ahoy there! Prepare to receive boarders." With this nautical pleasantry, he stripped off his shirt and bathing trunks, showing his long erect cock.

Mom sat up and got onto her knees, facing aft. Seeing Mike start to strip down, I did the same, so that our bare bottoms were easily accessible. Dad knelt down behind Mom and ran his hand between her thighs while he stroked his cock lightly. "I don't think we'll need any foreplay this afternoon, my dear. You are soaked." He placed his cock at Mom's entry and entered her in one smooth stroke, then began to fuck her at a slow steady pace. While he held onto one of her ass cheeks, he reached over with the other hand to feel my pussy. I was as wet as Mom, and getting impatient. "She's ready Mike. You better get over here, or she's going to cum without you."

I felt Dad's hand leave my ass and Mike's replace it. Then a familiar cockhead was placed between my cunt lips and pushed slowly in, spreading my pussy walls until his hairy thighs met the backs of mine. I exhaled softly. Mike bent over my back to feel my dangling breasts with both hands, squeezing my nipples roughly. Then holding to both tits for balance, he started to fuck in and out of me. "Oh God Mike, I love that. Fuck me lover!" I pushed back on every thrust, trying to get him deeper inside me. Not having been fucked since the time before with Mike, I had five days of abstinence stored up, and I knew I would cum quickly. "I need to have my clit rubbed, Mike. I need to cum. Please!"

Mike straightened up, releasing my breasts. Holding onto my hip with his left hand and continuing to thrust into me, he reached down and around with his right until his fingers found my engorged clit. I felt my orgasm start to build as he teased it. "Yes! Yes! That's so good! Keep fucking me!" He was now pounding me as hard as he could with his hand massaging my clit. In another few seconds, the orgasm hit me like a wave washing over my body. My pussy spasmed hard as I lost strength in my arms and screamed aloud. I could no longer support my weight with my arms, and they folded so that my head and chest were on the cushion while my rear remained upright with Mike still embedded in me.

I was aware that he was still moving slowly in and out of me, but thankfully he was no longer touching my now too-sensitive clit. He continued this for a few more minutes while I regained composure. Then he said, "OK Janet, you've been loafing too long now, and I need to cum too. Get back up on your hands." After I did so, I felt his hands leave my hips. "I've been fucking you for ten minutes. Now I'm going to let you do all the work. Start working your hips back and forth onto my cock." I grabbed hold of the steel bar of the rear pulpit to support myself, and rocked back and forth, alternately pushing my cunt onto and off of his still hard cock. As I did so, I felt a second smaller orgasm start to build. This was a yummy idea, and I worked even faster. Mike was appreciative. "You are so good, love. I can't believe how wet your pussy is and how it's gripping my cock. Keep going! I'm going to cum in you pretty soon."

"Yes! I want to feel your cum in my pussy. I'm gonna cum too. Fuck!" My second orgasm spread over me, not as intense as the first, but again I felt the spasm of my cunt walls. Mike felt it too, and suddenly gripped my hips and pumped really hard, slamming into me.

"Here it is, Janet. I'm cumming in your cunt." I felt him slow down, and with each deliberate thrust he spurted into me. After the fourth spurt he withdrew and pumped his cock slowly with his hand, so that more cum seeped out onto first my back and then on my asshole. "Mmmm," he said, exhaling slowly. "That's what I call a fuck."

I felt some of his cum starting to leak out of me and drip down the inside of my thighs. "That's what I call it too, Mike, you wonderful man. I came twice. Did you feel it?" 

Then Mom spoke up. "I could feel it from here. We got done early, and were watching you. You looked like you were more than enjoying it."

I could go on, but suffice it to say that to recover ourselves we shut down the motor, heaved to, and went for a swim. There is a dangerous, exciting feeling about swimming naked in the ocean with three miles of water beneath you and no land for hundreds of miles. 

Later that day on my off-watch, Mike and I were sitting on the foredeck with his arms around my shoulders enjoying the warmth of afternoon sun and the breeze that came over the bow as a result of our seven knots of speed. He turned to me and asked, "There's something I want to know. If I had picked your mom earlier, would you have let your dad fuck you?"

"I bet you've already guessed the answer. Does that bother you?"

"Um, well yes and no. In one sense I think it's a turn-on, but on the other hand it is incest."

"You know I love my dad. It was I who seduced him a long time ago, so don't blame him for being a normal guy. I mean, I seduced you as well. If he wasn't my dad, would it be OK?"

"Maybe I'm jealous. I really like you a lot, even if we only really know each other in the biblical sense."

"I think we've made a good start. We can get to know each other a lot better in the next few weeks, both biblically and otherwise. Would it bother you if Dad and I fucked too? I know Mom liked what you and she did a whole lot."

"I don't know what to think. I was never in a situation like this. Here I hadn't had sex for weeks, and now I get to choose between two beautiful babes. I guess things could be a lot worse. Let me think about this for a while."

We then resumed motoring, and life went back to "normal" for a week. Normal in this case means that we resumed the watch schedule, ate meals together, and generally acted like passage makers. I moved into the aft cabin with Mike, and we fucked there once a day on my off-watch. He is an imaginative lover and has control, so that I never failed to orgasm with him.

Then we found the trades and set a westerly course with the winds almost dead astern. With the motor off, the boat moved briskly through the sea with a swooshing sound broken only by the occasional creak of sails and the whistle of the wind in the rigging. It began to be very hot during the day, and even at night the cabins were stuffy. In general we wore only swimwear and t-shirts, plus hats in the daytime to ward off the sun.

One afternoon, Mike and I were sleeping fitfully in our cabin when we heard Mom and Dad making some familiar noises above our heads on the afterdeck. I turned to Mike, "Sounds like they are having fun up there. Do you want to sneak up and surprise them?"

"Sure. The last time they performed in public I was too busy to observe them." We laughed.

"I remember how busy you were. Let's be quiet." 

We padded slowly into the salon and stood up on the companionway ladder looking aft into the cockpit. Mom was standing bent over holding onto the compass pedestal while Dad was pumping her hard in her ass. I knew that they did anal, but I had never watched them before. My pussy started to dampen at once.

Mike whispered to me, "He's fucking her in the ass, and she looks like she's enjoying it. I never saw anything like that." I could see that Mike's cock was engorged, pushing out the front of his swim trunks.

I reached over to feel him through his shorts. "You seem to be enjoying it too." 

Just then I heard Dad grunt and increase his pace so that he was slamming into her, holding onto to her hips with both hands. Then he abruptly pulled out as he spurted gobs of cum over her back and ass crack, so that it ran down between her cheeks and thighs.

I pulled Mike down the ladder, hoping that we hadn't been seen. 

When we were back in the cabin, I was so hot I couldn't say anything at first. I just stripped off my t-shirt and shorts, lay back on the bed, and spread my legs with a leer at Mike. "After seeing that, I need to get off right now." Mike was still hard as well, and he stripped down in two seconds flat.

"Me too, babe. Do you want me to fuck your ass too?"

"Hell no. That has to hurt. Do me the regular way, hurry!"

Neither of us was in the mood for foreplay, and he climbed aboard, inserted himself in me quickly, and commenced to pump me hard. I played with my nipples and wrapped my legs high around his back as we fucked, neither saying anything as we looked into each others' eyes. I lasted only two or three minutes before cumming strongly, and when Mike felt my cunt clench his shaft, he too let go, filling me with his sperm.

Satiated for the moment, and covered in sweat, we lay together afterwards. I murmured, "I can't believe how hot seeing Mom and Dad made me. Did you ever fuck a girl back there?"

"No. None of my former girlfriends would let me."

"You wanted to though?"

"Well, I guess so. Most men want to try it. It's the forbidden hole."

"This could be your lucky voyage. I bet Mom will do it with you. In fact, I'd bet she's figuring out how to get you in there right now."

"That may be true. But I'd rather have you no matter which hole it is."

"You're such a sweet fucking liar. But I love being lied to like that." I rolled over to kiss him deeply. "But you know what? I'm going to ask Mom about it anyway. She's only 5'2", and if she likes it so much, maybe I should be doing it to. Would you like to have my cherry, darling?"

"You know it. And you'll be my first too. A couple of anal virgins, us."



Delivery Ch. 4



Jim Burke

Two days after Ellen's and my cockpit anal performance, I was alone on the afternoon watch. Having disengaged the autopilot, I was hand steering as C-Breeze romped over the waves. Steering for a long period of time is tiring, but the occasional hour or so can be exhilarating, especially with a fresh following breeze. The GPS showed we were making a solid eight knots direct to Tortola. Mike and I figured that we might make Tortola in about twelve more days at the rate we were moving if the winds held. Feet spread, I balanced myself against the motion of the boat as I held the wheel lightly with both hands, reveling in the power of the wind and water.

That sense of oneness with the sea was interrupted by the emergence of Janet up the companionway and into the cockpit. She was moving stiffly, and let out her breath suddenly as she sat down on the cockpit cushion near me.

"What's the matter with you, Baby? You're surely not sick again."

She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, our normal daytime wear. Shifting her bottom around as if looking for a comfortable position, she looked at me and said, "No, but I just did anal with Mike, and it wasn't as much fun as it looked with Mom. I'm just looking for a comfortable place to sit down."

"I'm sorry you didn't enjoy it Baby. Was he too rough?"

"No, he was very gentle, and Mom was helping too. I guess I just have to get used to it."

I re-engaged the autopilot and sat down beside her with my arm around her shoulders. "Tell me all."

Janet snuggled against me. "After Mike and I saw you and Mom, I wanted to see what it was like. So I asked Mike if he wanted to do it with me too. He said, 'Sure.' Just like a guy! So I said we'd ask Mom how to go about it. So this morning we asked Mom how you guys started. She said for us to wait until you were on watch so that we could do it the right way."

She continued. "The first thing Mom did was to give me an enema. She says she always does that first so that she's clean. She filled up that bag thing with soapy water and put the nozzle up me. That felt OK. I was lying on my stomach while she let the water flow into me. Then I felt like I was going to burst. Finally she said that was enough, and I should go sit on the toilet and let it out. I thought I might not make it to the head, but thankfully I did and let it all flow out. It was kind of gross listening to that."

"Then she had me get on the bed. I was pretty excited, and she said it would be nice for Mike and I to fuck a little bit so that I would be able to cum too. Mike lay on his back and I mounted him, and I rode him for a little while. I could tell that Mom was getting excited watching us because she started playing with herself, and stripped down so that she was naked too. Feeling Mike's cock in my pussy was really nice, and we started to get a nice rhythm going. I was holding myself with my hands on his legs, while he was playing with my tits. Then Mom's fingers were around my asshole. She had some sort of cream or oil on them, and she was greasing me. She got one finger inside with a lot of it, and as I tried to relax back there she got a second finger too. She told me it was KY jelly."

"Then she said to quick moving on Mike and to lean forward. When I did that she took my pointed vibrator, which was greased up too, and pushed it into me. It's smaller than a man, but I could still feel it going in. That started to hurt, but when I groaned, Mom stopped. 'Do you want to stop now?' she asked. But after a bit, it quit hurting so much, so I told her to push it in a little bit more, slowly. Getting the whole thing in took a few minutes, and I felt like I had something really huge in me. When it was in, she turned on the vibration. That was really a strange feeling, but not bad at all. Mike said he could feel it against his cock. He had started to go soft while Mom was putting the vibe in, but then he got real hard again and started pumping me as best he could. I raised up a bit to give him some room, and when Mom started moving the vibe in and out of me as well, the feeling was indescribable."

"Mike started to pump me really hard, and I thought he was going to cum. I didn't want to have to wait for him to recharge, so I got off of him, and moved to the side on all fours with the vibe still buzzing and Mom pumping it into me. I also saw that she had her free hand buried in her pussy, and that she was as wet as I had ever seen her before."

This narration had made me as hard as a rock, and I unzipped to free my cock. Janet put her hand around it and said, "Is my story making my Daddy horny? Poor Daddy! Let me rub the swelling for you." She stroked me very gently saying, "I don't want you to cum before I finish the story, or you might lose interest. To continue, Mom took the vibe out of my butt and told Mike he should get behind me. I felt him put the knob against my hole and push in. Mom reached under me to stroke my clit while telling me to relax and Mike to push it in. I did my best to open to him, and felt the head pop past my ring. Mike's cock is bigger than the vibe, and I felt like I was really stretched and my ass was going to split. But when he started to push the rest in, it didn't hurt. I guess feeling the vibe had gotten me used to having something big back there. Anyway, before I knew it I felt his belly pressed against my butt, and I knew he was in all the way."

"I told him to stay there for a few minutes while I got used to it, and Mom continued to stroke my clit and run her fingers along my slit. Then he pulled out an inch or so and slowly pushed back in. That wasn't so bad, and he began to pull out a little further each time. After quite a few minutes of doing that, he was pulling out everything but the head before pushing all the way back in."

"Mom was watching this while playing with me and herself at the same time. She told me, 'you're getting fucked in the ass, Janet. How do you like it?' I couldn't say anything at all as the feelings were so intense. All I did inhale as he pulled out, and grunt loudly when he pushed back in. Mike was getting so hot by then he couldn't restrain himself any longer, and sped up, making long steady strokes into me. I started to feel the beginnings of an orgasm building somewhere inside. With each stroke into my ass, the pressure built. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I could only let it go as I screamed and clamped my ass around his shaft as hard as I could."

"Mike had been trying to hold back waiting for me, and when he heard me cum, I'm sure he felt me squeeze his cock too. He pulled out hard and then slammed once more into me before shooting his cum deep into my bowels. I don't know for sure, but I think Mom came then too. I let myself down onto the bed, but with my ass still in the air and Mike still inside me, leaning over my back and breathing hard. Mom went to the head and brought back a towel. As Mike went soft, his cock oozed out of me. Mom wiped him off, and then put the towel around my butt. She told me to roll over so that I was sitting on the towel, and Mike's cum ran out of me. I had never seen him cum so much. It looked like several spoonfuls. I gingerly felt my poor asshole to see if it was damaged. Luckily it seemed to be OK, although still stretched open slightly, so that my finger went in easily and came out covered with cum and lube."

By then, my cock was even harder and Janet's hand was stroking me insistently. My own cum rushed to the bottom of my shaft and then spewed out of my cock in four or five white ropes, landing on my thighs. Janet laughed and cupped the head, gathering the last few drops that seeped out of me, and then licking her hand. "I guess you liked my story a lot, Daddy. So my having a sore ass was worth it for all of us."

We cuddled for a while, then she said, "I like the regular way better, but judging from Mike's reaction I think he really liked my ass too. I guess I'll have to get used to it from time to time."

I couldn't resist my reply, "I think so. Now that you are broken in, you'll have to let your old Dad have a go too."

She stood up and kissed me on the forehead. "If you're a good Daddy I'll think about it. Now, put your cock away and go back to steering the boat. I think I made your watch go by a little faster, right?"

Our next event of note occurred two days later. It was lunchtime and all of us were in the cockpit. By now it was very warm during the day, and we spent most of the daylight hours on deck. We had the bimini, the canvas cockpit shade, raised so that we were not exposed to the direct sunlight. Because of the heat below decks, meals were usually not cooked, and this day we were just munching on ham sandwiches Janet had prepared, along with potato salad. 

My ever-ready spouse was just finishing the last of her ham when she suddenly came out with, "Do you guys realize that we have been eating sandwiches for a week, but haven't had a sandwich the entire trip?"

"What are you talking about Mom? You don't like my sandwiches now?" Janet paused, and then flushed. "Oh! Are you talking about the Swedish kind of sandwich you told me about?"

Mike was totally at sea on this exchange. "What kind of sandwich did you have in Sweden? Herring or something like that?"

Ellen nearly burst a gut laughing at that one. "No Mikey. Not that kind of sandwich. My kind of sandwich has the bread in the middle and two pieces of meat on either side. Doesn't that sound kind of yummy to you?"

Mike finally caught on, and chuckled. "You never cease to amaze me. I guess an Ellen sandwich might be appetizing for desert."

Now it was Janet's turn to 'butt' in. "Not so fast Mom. Now that I'm no longer an anal virgin, I ought to be the bread first, before the men are too worn out." She paused, and then said in a little girl voice, "Is that OK with you Mommy?"

Ellen grinned and played along with her. "No problem, darling. If my baby wants to be a little slice of bread between these two big sausages, I couldn't possibly object. Is your little butt hole all better now, Baby?"

"My butt hole feels 100 percent better, thank you very much. You told me I needed to have it reopened every so often or it would close up on me."

Now we were all laughing. Ellen led Janet below, saying, "We need to get Janet 'clean and lubed' you know. Think about that for the next few minutes, and be ready to give satisfaction when we get back."

I know I was ready to give satisfaction right then, as the conversation had made me stiff. I looked over at Mike, who seemed to be in the same condition. "Is this scene OK with you, Mike?"

"Sure. For you too?"

"Hell yes. But I'll tell you what. I take the rear door since I haven't sampled that yet, and you can have the front. I have the feeling Janet has wanted to reserve her pussy for you since we left."

"I don't know about that. I want you to know that I really like her a lot. We have been talking about staying together once we get to the BVIs. Would you and Ellen mind if she did?"

"We've had a feeling she was thinking about it too, although she hasn't said anything to us directly. As you've seen, she is eighteen going on about thirty. I don't think I could talk her out of it if I wanted to, and compared to the other guys she's dated you are heads and shoulders better. Do you think you can handle her?"

"That's a tough question. You know, when I first saw you all with this incest thing, I though it was too weird, and I would just have fun with it this trip. But now, I think she just looked to you guys for sex because there wasn't anyone else for her. Now that I know her a little better, I don't think she's a 'slut.' She just has a high sex drive and is independent-minded. Whether I'm the guy she needs long-term is another question, and we won't know that until the time comes."

"No, she's not a slut. I don't know what that word really means, but you are the first man she ever had sex with without telling us first. That says something to me about you, and her too. Remember one thing: she's my daughter and I love her no matter what she does. So don't screw her over."

Mike looked at me. "I can promise you that I'll always treat her right. And in any case, she won't stay with me a minute longer if she feels mistreated. I'm 100 percent sure of that."

That was good enough for me, and we shook hands right then. In retrospect that sounds weird given that both of us were planning to fuck her in the next few minutes.

Some time later, we heard the head being flushed, so we knew the enema was going overboard. Sure enough, a few minutes later Ellen and Janet came on deck, both naked as the day they were born. Ellen was holding a tube of KY. She had red flush marks on her chest, so I knew she had cum down below. The hair on Janet's mound looked damp too, so it was clear that the two of them had done some warm-up first. 

Ellen confirmed that immediately, saying, "She is really hot right now. You guys need to get to work before she cools down." She laughed at her own humor. "Ok, did you guys flip a coin for who goes where?"

Mike spoke up. "I'm going to let Jim have his chance are the rear door. Share and share alike is our new motto. Where should we go?"

Ellen picked up one of the long cockpit cushions and stepped up onto the afterdeck, laying it fore and aft. "Ok, Mike, lay down on this with your head aft so I can see everything. Mike stripped and did as she said, keeping only his sunglasses on. He held his cock at the base and stroked it idly, bringing himself to a hard erection.

Ellen couldn't resist this. "Mmmm, let me get that wet for you." She leaned over and took him in her mouth for several moments, stroking up and down hard over the head and shaft as he stroked her hair and spread his legs.

"Muuther!" Ellen chided. "Wait your own turn. Don't be so greedy." She stepped over his legs and straddling his hips let herself down onto her knees. Ellen guided his cock into Janet's tunnel, and Janet let herself down until he was completely embedded in her. Our view from the back was beautiful, Janet's pussy lips wrapped around the base of this shaft with his balls tight against them, and traces of lubrication shining around her pink anus.

I quickly shed my own shorts. Ellen stepped over with the KY and applied a generous portion to my erection, cupping my shaft and sliding her hand over the full length. I asked Janet, "Do you want to fuck for a while like that before I get in?"

"No Daddy, I want to feel you in me now. I'm so damn excited I can't wait."

I moved over behind her on my knees, straddling both her legs and his. Since I am tall, I had no trouble positioning the knob of my cock against her rosette. "Ok, Baby, open up for me!" I pushed gently and found slight resistance as the head entered her. I pushed forward very slowly, and when the next inch was in I asked her how it felt.

"I can really feel it," she grunted. "So full of both of you. Keep going!"

I pushed in smoothly as far as possible , until my thighs were against hers. Looking down, I could see that I was all in except for about an inch that the curve of her buttocks prevented from entering. "It's all in Baby! Now, lift up off of Mike so that he can move! Mike, when you can, try to pump her." I felt her pull her knees in, and I raised myself has she did, unpinning him. As Mike started to move in and out of her, I could feel his cock through the membrane that separated her cunt from her rectum. "I can feel your cock, Mike!"

"Yeah. I feel you too, Jim. God, this is so great. How is it for you Janet?"

Janet couldn't say anything, just gasped and nodded.

All the while, Ellen was behind us. "I love seeing your two sets of balls tight against her rear. That's so hot!" I felt her fingers gliding over my scrotum and around my ass.

"Don't do that too much. Darling. We'll cum before Janet does."

Now that Mike was in a good steady rhythm, I started to thrust too, so that when he pushed in I pulled out, sawing her holes. Janet seemed to be in a trance, gasping continuously with each thrust of our cocks in and out. The feel of his cock sliding against mine was incredible, and with the heat and tightness of my daughter's ass, I was near to cumming in only a few minutes. I stopped pumping and held myself still for a few minutes until the feeling receded. Then I started up again, but this time thrusting in at the same time Mike did, so that she was alternately very full and empty. This set Janet off seriously, so that she pushed back against me strongly on every thrust. 

This time I couldn't stop as I felt the cum mount to the base of my shaft. "I'm going to cum Baby, here it is!" I pushed fully into her as the first gush spurted deep into her. "Ahhhggg" was all I could say as three more strong contractions pumped my semen into her ass. This was one of the stronger orgasms I'd felt in some time. After my spasms had subsided, I pulled out and pushed back in gently several times, trying to pump all of the remaining sperm from my shaft into her.

As I softened within her, I could feel Mike still pumping strongly, and Janet meeting his thrusts with her own. I let these movements gradually pull my cock out of her as I went soft, until finally the head fell out with a nearly silent pop. Her ass remained open, a dark tunnel rimmed with the pink edges of her ring. Then as they continued to fuck hard, a stream of my cum trickled out of her and down over Mike's shaft, congealing on his balls. Ellen moved forward to spread my cum over his balls and onto his shaft each time it pulled out of Janet's cunt.

The sight of this was so stimulating that I began to stroke my greasy cock again, spreading a few remnants of cum over the head and shaft. I started to get stiff, but knew I would not be able to shoot again for quite a while. However, I moved forward and brought my semi-hard cock back to Janet's ass and fed it into her again. Resting against her, fully embedded, the feel of Mike's shaft in her pussy brought me back hard, and I started to move in and out of her once again quite slowly.

This was too much for Janet, and she screamed out as she came. She clamped her ass hard on my cock as the orgasm hit her. I was surprised Mike had still not cum himself. Janet had collapsed onto him, making it impossible for him to continue to move into her. Still inside of her ass, I lifted up her hips and held her.

"Ok, Mike, better fuck her hard if you want to cum. I don't know how long I can hold her like this." 

Mike grunted, and said, "Almost there! Yes! Now!" I felt his cock bury in her, and I knew he was cumming deep in her tunnel. As his motion subsided, I let her hips down slowly and pulled out of her. I knew that fucking her ass until I could cum a second time would leave her sore, and I was sure that Ellen would be more than happy to help me.

"Ellen, let's go down below. I have this problem you can help with as you can see. We'll leave these two lovebirds alone until they can recover. I hope you two can keep watch and not run the boat into anything." I don't know if they decided to have another fuck that afternoon, but Ellen was so turned on that she wanted my somewhat dirty cock in her ass too, so that I had the pleasure of fucking both my ladies' assholes within the space of half an hour.

Epilog

All good things come to an end eventually, and so did our voyage. The last night at sea, Janet came to our cabin while Mike and Ellen were on deck, and we had a final tender fuck as she rode me. She and Mike were planning to move onto his boat in Tortola, and she wanted to give me a going-away present.

Ellen and I had been discussing their plan, and we decided to give Janet and Mike the use of C-Breeze instead. When we told them, both were ecstatic, as Mike said that with such a boat they could start a nice charter business during the season, with Mike as captain and Janet as cook/mate. I suggested that our swinging friends from Seattle might be a good source of business, especially if the two of them were inclined to offer the same sort of entertainment they had given us.




Delivery Ch. 4



Ellen and I have purchased a big condo in Tortola, and spend a fair amount of time there. During the off-season, the four of us cruise on C-Breeze. I no longer fuck Janet's pussy, as she and Mike have decided to try to have a baby, but other than that we are all free and easy as before.

Next month, Janet turns twenty-one and gets access to the trust funds I set up for her years ago. We are going to give them the boat as a birthday present, and I think Mike is going to propose marriage to her. He has been hinting to us about it and looking for our approval.

In the past two and a half years, Janet has matured a lot, and now her psychological maturity matches her physical one, so that she is a delightful person to be around. I'm proud of her, and also happy that she has turned out so well.



Delivery Daze



 (For those who have read my previous stories, this is not a soft romance.

That said, I hope all enjoy it.)

*

I eased myself down to the floor, shivering a little as my bottom hit the cold oak flooring. I put the soles of my feet together, my thighs spread wide. I slowly moved the head of an eight inch dildo into the opening of my vagina. It was as cold and dry as the floor but soon my pussy got wet and the toy gathered my juices. I could feel a flush build over my face as I started to stroke just the head in and out as my Master watched me from his place on the couch. The door bell rang.

Master gave an impatient sigh.

"Answer the door, my pet," he said.

I put the dildo in one hand and reached for my robe with the other, happy my task was delayed.

"No, push the toy inside you and answer it as you are."

Stunned, I did as told, opening the door a few inches, using it shield my naked body. At five feet seven inches tall I wasn't used to looking up at people but I had to tilt back my head to look at the man on the porch.

"Delivery for an M. K. Jensen, miss." the man said.

"I've been expecting a package. Invite him in and close the door," Master said from behind me, his voice smooth and steady.

I quickly turned my head to my Master. No way would He do this. His light blue eyes were steady on mine. Oh yes, He would.

I knew better than to complain or plead so I opened the door wide but I hunched my shoulders, trying to my myself small. The delivery guy's eyes went wide as he saw me. I expected him to look away after the initial glance. Instead he stared, his gaze stopping for a while on the clamps on the nipples of my 30C breasts, then following the chain over the slight rise of my stomach down my waxed pussy to the ring on the end of the dildo.

Even as my Master signed and took the package, the guys eyes had never left my body. I didn't mind so much being naked, my Master had squelched that modesty out of me. It was the superior smirk the guy had on his face which had me squirming. I felt like I had the letters W H O R E scrawled across my chest. Even worse, I felt my clit twitch at his stare. As I shifted my weight from foot to foot I lowered my head, my long blond hair formed a curtain on both sides of my face to hide my blush.

My Master put the package and clipboard on a side table then cleared his throat.

"My slut was performing a task for me when you arrived. Do you have time to watch her finish fucking herself?" Master asked. 

I winced at the coarseness of my Master's words. Even as my body reacted willingly to the words "slut" and "fucking", my mind screamed NO! I wasn't some scrawny chick who did gigs for random lechers at Harry's House O' Whores XXX peep show. I prayed the delivery guy had the decency to refuse. 

To my dismay, the delivery guy nodded, and Master motioned for the him to sit on the other end of the couch. The guy did, leaning forward, his forearms resting on his knees.

"Cock head only and slow until you hear the bell, slut. No cumming." my Master said as He set a timer.

"Yes, Master."

I resumed my position with little grace, thumping my butt down on the hard floor. My hands shook as I pulled the dildo out of my vagina, horrified at the sucking sound it made. After three or four strokes in and out I ran the toy up and down my spread pussy lips, whimpering each time it touched my swollen clit. The chain attached to the dildo tugged hard on my nipples. It felt like a hundred needles each time I pulled. Even still with each tug I felt an answering ache in my womb. I closed my eyes to cocoon myself from my predicament as my deep inner voice, my Puritanical mind, called me names.. whore.. slut.. dirty girl.. tramp.

I heard Master unwrap the package, 

"Eyes open and on our guest. And slower, slut."

I obeyed, feeling the heat rise on my face as I looked at the delivery guy. I tried to focus on things about him. His thick wavy brown hair such a sharp contrast to the severe cut of my Master's salt and pepper hair. The large biceps of the stranger's bulged against the short sleeves of his shirt. My Masters arms were more slender and lithe. 

I stroked over and over even using the fingers of my other hand to open my pussy lips, showing the swollen flower of my clit as the prickling in my nipples increased with each tug. I blinked back tears as my inner voice called out ~slutty girl~ . As my body craved my mind swirled so fast with questions they slammed into each other .. why was my Master doing this.. was he so disappointed in me..would he dump me.. was the stranger an axe murderer? Or worse... an Amway salesman?!

In a daze, I felt the head of the cool dildo slide across my hot drenched pussy, grateful the noise from my Master opening His package drowned out the wet sounds. My eyes stayed on the stranger. The look on his face was like a teen aged boy watching his first porn flick but with a hint of contempt. Maybe that's what a leer is. Whatever it was I felt a chill run down my spine as if a spider were crawling along the back of my neck and I blushed harder. This wasn't the embarrassment of something like I had a trail of toilet paper on my shoe or that the back of my skirt had been tucked into my pantihose during a sales presentation. Not that my Master allowed me to wear pantihose or panties at work...~dirty whore~ 

I tried to distract myself from my thoughts, I concentrated on details of the delivery guy: the red embroidery above the pocket of his blue shirt, the cuff of his blue shorts, his brown eyes, the sprinkle of hair on his shins. Stroking all the while, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. The fake cock never warmed even as my pussy got hot. It was an object with no compassion. It just was an implement of torture even as it gave me pleasure. And, with each stroke, the feeling in my nipples escalated to thousands of pins and needles, no longer an ache but real pain. Yet the pain seemed right - a chastisement for my slutty behaviour. At last the timer chimed.

"Begin using the full length of the dildo my pet. You are free to cum at any time." Master said.

I obeyed and shoved it in, to the hilt. I held it there as I gasped, relieved the tugging on my nipples was gone for the moment. I could feel my inner muscles grip the the shaft of the toy. I eventually pulled it out, the wet sounds audible again now that my Master had finished opening the package. I could smell my juices as the the heat from my pussy rose in waves. Tangy yet sweet. Oh yes, how my body craved as my mind rebelled.

You know the nightmare, where you are standing in front of a classroom giving a report, and you are suddenly naked? This was even worse, because I was willingly stroking a bright red fake cock on my clit for a stranger. My traitorous body did not care the penis was fake or that I was the one who manipulated it .. it just needed. It did not care my inner voice was screaming ~TRAMP~.

From the corner of my eye I could see my Master was moving His hands, I glanced to see if the faint smile he always had when I masturbated was on His lips. There was no smile. He wasn't even looking at me. He was concentrating on the contents of the package. Oh God.. had He tired of me? Was this His way of rejecting me. Was I just a whore and not His beloved pet? I felt the heat of my blush travel down to my breasts.

My clit was throbbing and I needed to cum. But I couldn't. At the worst time my body listened to my mind. I pushed the dildo in so hard it made my womb hurt. Tears clouded my eyes as I now bargained with my body to cum. I looked harder at the delivery guy. I guessed him to be in his early twenties. From time to time I had seen him put his hand to his crotch and shift his cock. As I pushed the toy in and out of my pussy I started to imagine what his cock looked like, ~dirty girl~. 

I wondered how it would feel if the stranger rose from the couch, tore out the dildo and pressed my back against the hard cold floor, putting my thighs on his shoulders and pushing is cock inside me ~filthy slut~.

At that thought, I put my left hand on the floor behind me and arched my back. Panting, I pushed the dildo deep, shortening the strokes and moving the dildo at a fast pace. My pussy muscles started to tighten and the orgasm hit. I moaned loudly as my hips jerked and I furiously worked the dildo in and out thinking of the strangers cock inside me. As I did my eyes locked with his and I was sure he knew my thoughts, that it was his cock in me with each stroke. I cried out as I finally came, feeling the juices flow out of me. Pleasure tingled through my body. I laid on my back, spent. 

Master rose and unhooked the nipple clamp chain from the dildo ring, pulling out the dildo as He did.

"You did the task well, pet, but I fear you have left our guest in some discomfort. You will remedy that, whore."

Huh, what??? My Master didn't really just say that. He couldn't mean that. A stranger. The axe murderer. The guy who ... I imagined fucking me? Oh crap.

I didn't have time to blink before delivery guy had his hands on the buckle of his belt. Seeing that, my Master left and returned, bringing a large block of hard foam into the living room. Even as I cringed at what might happen, I knew what to do and climbed onto it. Master secured my ankle cuffs to the O-rings on one end. He took my hands and moved them behind my back, securing the rings of my wrist cuffs together.

"You closed your eyes during the task, girl. You know you are not to close your eyes. Raise your ass."

I pushed my butt up and He gave me four smacks, two on each cheek. I heard him moving away and twitched a little as I felt His hand on my bottom again. He lightly rubbed it then I felt cool fluid run along the crack of my butt. His finger pressed against my brown star. I started to panic. Surely my Master would not allow a stranger to use it? I clenched my buttocks together.

"Relax, whore." Master said as He gave sharp smacks to each cheek.

I took several deep breaths willing my body to stop listening to my mind. As I relaxed I felt the well lubed head of a toy press to my anal opening. The head popped in just as I felt the head of another toy cock press against my cunt. 

"No need for lube in your sopping cunt, is there?"

Master rocked and pushed them until both toys were deep. The cool lube to a warm ass and a hot pussy to a cold fake cock. As relieved as I was to know the axe murderer's cock would not be filling those holes, I was oddly disappointed.

"It's a new toy with a twist. My delivery today. Now, let us see to our guest," He whispered in my ear before returning to the couch and picking up what looked like a TV remote control and spoke to the guy.

"Please feel free to use her mouth and tits in anyway you choose. Don't be shy. Speak to her and use her like the whore she is." 

The man stood in front of me, unzipped the shorts of his uniform and let them fall to the floor. He was going "commando" and though his cock was not fully erect it sprang up. It was long and average in girth with a thick crown. All sorts of irrational things were going through my head; what did I do to my Master to warrant this? What if he doesn't like me? What if he's got cooties? Or worse? Even still, I opened my mouth. He put his hand at the base of his cock and slapped my face hard with his dick. 

"I didn't tell you to open your mouth, greedy whore."

I closed my mouth and he repeatedly slapped my face with his thickening cock, reaching down with his free hand to tug on the chain to my clamps. As he did I felt vibrations in my butt and pussy. I looked to Master and saw He had a remote control in his hand. As Master smiled at me he punched a button and the vibrations became pulses. I at once understood the twist of the new toy as I felt the pulses of the toys bounce against each other through the thin internal membranes separating them.

As I squirmed my hips the Delivery Guy, as I had begun to think of him, tugged harder on the chain. I bit back a squeal. With each subsequent tug my squeals were audible. When the rhythm of the toy changed I moaned. Then there was the hollow thump of a cock on my cheek. Tug, vibe, slap. Squeal, moan, thump. As the timing and pace changed my noises became nearly melodic. Squeal moan moan, thump. Thump moan moan moan pause squeal. I felt like a perverted musical instrument.

"You need to be quiet, bitch. Open your mouth and suck me," the Delivery Guy said.

I obeyed, sucking the head as I ran my tongue over the slit and under the crown. Bobbing my head I took more of his cock into my mouth until it pressed at the back of my throat. I gagged and was afraid I was going to throw up. I panted through my nose until the sensation passed. In my position, I had to look up and it was when my eyes focused on his shirt, I realised I knew the company name sewn on his shirt. We used that delivery company at work. What if after this he saw me there? What if he thought he could use me like this there. Oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd!

I knew I wasn't allowed to cum but it was becoming a struggle. Each time I trained myself to get used to one set of vibes, my Master changed rhythm of the toy. From a short intermittent vibes to three long pulses then two short ones to constant quick bursts. My clit became a burning itch I couldn't scratch. I rocked my hips and tried to press my thighs together hoping to make the toy rub harder against the inside of my clit ~tramp~ I wanted to be filled with flesh and have that hot thick flesh move in and out. I moaned onto the cock in my mouth. 

"I said be quiet, whore. Maybe having your throat fucked will shut you up."

He slapped both my breasts repeatedly, sending stinging heat through them, the prickles worse than those on my face where he had slapped at it. He ran his fingers along my scalp then twisted his fingers in my hair. It was then my "safe" word popped into my head. I could pull back and scream the word. All of this would stop. Yes, stop... but then what? If my Master had a plan I didn't yet understand I would disappoint and embarrass Him. If He was so unhappy with me it would just make things worse. I was not in abject pain, my limits as my Master knew had been stretched but not broken. No, I could see this through. ~slut~

Delivery Guy shoved his cock down my throat and held it there, his course pubic hair rasping on my heated cheeks. I couldn't breathe. My mind could only wonder why guys didn't shave. When he pulled back I breathed rapidly through my nose and could smell the sweat and muskiness of him. He sank his cock deep into my throat again and held my head still. My eyes watered. My nose ran. He then picked up the pace, his balls slapping my chin with every thrust. No moan could escape from me.

"That's it. Bitches should be used and not heard." Delivery Guy growled as I felt his cock start to twitch. My Master had again changed the setting of the toy inside me to fast pulse. Even though I was trying so hard to ignore the vibes, the itch became throb. My anal and vaginal muscles rhythmically gripped the toy. ~dirty girl~ 

I knew Delivery Guy was on the verge as he gave a short yell and pushed his cock as deep as he could for agonising seconds. Then he pulled out. Moving one hand from my hair to the shaft of his cock he stroked it, pulling my head back with the other hand. He aimed his stream of cum at my exposed throat, but some sprayed on my face. 

"Cum now, my slut," Master commanded.

I did, the aching throb finally releasing to wrenching pulses as my muscles contracted and rippled over the toy. I screamed as my body trembled and the warm ropes of the stranger's sticky cum sprayed across my neck, slowing oozing down onto my breasts. The Delivery guy let go of my hair and the vibrations from the toy stopped. My shoulders slumped as I let my head fall forward and started to cry. 

"Well done, Roger. Thank you for your help." I heard Master say from beside me.

Startled, I looked up and saw Master hand Delivery Guy a towel. He used the towel to clean his cock, dropped it on the floor and pulled and zipped up his shorts.

"My pleasure, Michael. You should be proud of your whore. She's lovely."

As he spoke Roger placed a finger under my chin and lifted my face. Through my tears I saw his smirk had been replaced with a warm genuine smile. I started crying even harder as my confusion grew.

As Roger left, my Master went to the bathroom and returned with a warm moist towel.

"My pet, I would never put you in danger. I just needed you to believe Roger was a stranger to see how you would react. I never had any doubt you'd perform with devotion. I was a little afraid you wouldn't trust yourself to trust me. What Roger said was right. You are lovely and your actions were exquisite, my pet."

As He spoke my Master cleaned my face and chest. He removed the clamps and squeezed my breasts to relieve the ache in my nipples. I had to speak, to admit my thoughts during the surprise task.

"Master, I thought of using my safe word, I wondered the entire time if I had displeased You, if You were going to throw me out, my mind hated what I was doing."

"Why didn't you use your word, pet?" He asked as He ran a thumb over my sore cheek.

"Because I thought somehow you had a reason, even if it was to use me before letting me go. Through it all I didn't want to disappoint You. And .... and my body did like it." I stuttered out.

"What have I been trying to teach you, pet? Listen to your body, listen to your master. Words have different meanings when you embrace them. Does it matter if you are called whore or slut as long as you are mine and I am proud of you?"

I basked in His praise. I had pleased Him! I'd fought my voice and done what He had been showing me I was capable of over these long months. Even as I rejoiced I thought about all of what He had said and what it meant. What was a word? If it pleased Him to use me, did my ego need to hear pet instead of whore? Should I have an ego? His next words broke my train of thought.

"You need a treat for all you've been through."

I thought it might be a warm bath, or a cup of rich hot chocolate with whipped cream, maybe just a short nap under mounds of fluffy bedding. I waited for Him to release my cuffs, instead I heard the zipper of His pants and felt His hands on my hips as He buried His cock inside my pussy in one quick thrust. At last, warm flesh, my vaginal muscles contracted as I sighed. I heard Him chuckle as he leaned forward and whispered the word "slut" in my ear.

I felt my face go hot as I took a quick breath. Then, to my complete surprise, I giggled. As He moved slowly in and out of my pussy I giggled again. That day may not have silenced my inner voice forever, but for then, at that place and time, my mind and body were one and I was deliriously happy.

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Delivery for Janie



It was a warm and humid day in early May, and after a long winter Janie was glad to see the sun again. Layers of sweaters she gladly traded in for a simple spaghetti-strap, black tank top. She had been driving around running her usual errands, when she pulled up to her house. Her long blonde hair drawn into a loose braid down her back to keep from getting windblown while driving with the windows down. Chopping it off would be the easy way out, but her hair was her pride. No longer driving, she undid the braid musing one hand through it letting it fall just past her breasts. Before heading directly inside the house, Janie went to get the mail. 

Living at the end of a cul-de-sac, the community-shared mailbox reside several meters from where she lived. Stepping over an obstacle course of tossed aside kids toys, a water hose, and gardening tools, she retrieved her mail and headed back to the house. Several neighbors, Janie noticed, were out and about getting chores done of their own or just soaking up some sun. The buzz of lawnmowers and bees could be heard as she made her way back.

Janie stood in the yard for a moment, sorting through junk and bills. Taking a moment to toss the junk mail into the trash bin, she was interrupted by a shirtless young man extending his hand. 

"Hi, I'm Sam." In her glance over of the neighborhood, she had somehow managed to overlook Sam. She noticed a pile of fliers for Calz pizza in the other hand. 

Not wanting to leave him hanging, she offered her hand in return. "Janie," She replied, half annoyed, half amused. He seemed like the typical asshole she made a point over avoiding. Hat on backwards. Music blasting too loud from earphones. And a half-hearted attempt at a six-pack he didn't mind flaunting. The view wasn't bad. 

He started asking her questions. The usual, "Where did you go to high school? What do you like to do for fun? Do you live with anyone? Is anyone home right now?" 

She answered his questions, keeping her answers short, simple, and curt. "Not around here. This is my brother's house. Alone for the moment. Bye, now." 

The sun was beating down on her more than she liked and she was getting impatient. Janie was eager to get into the cool house and get on with other things. She didn't have time for entertaining young punks. His smooth baby-face dotted with little fuzz and half-grown goatee indicated he was at least a few years younger. Not her interest. 

In one hand she gathered which mail she deemed worthy of keeping, and waved off the little pizza boy with the other. As she went inside, she noticed a shirtless accomplice of his also handing out fliers across the street. Usually she came home to the fliers already on the door knob. Funny, this time she came home to the act of it being put there. 

Promptly, Janie went to the kitchen to toss it away; she didn't want to be too rude by doing so right in the young boy's face. She had barely closed the lid to the kitchen trash, when... Knock, knock knock. She went to answer. You've got to be kidding me. Sam was back. That is to say, he hadn't actually left. He was standing smug in the doorway, with a sheen of sweat on his chest. This time, she did notice. He asked ever so casual for a glass of water. It was hot out. 

"Well, okay," She swallowed hard and obliged. She hoped he would be gone once he had satisfied his thirst. Janie thought nothing for her first encounter with Sam, just moments ago. She thought it random, yes. But nothing more than a random encounter which was over and done with, and she could get on with her day. Before, she was cool. Now, a bundle of nerves. She swallowed hard. Her stomach full of knots. There was a reason she had never had many dates or boyfriends. Janie was ridiculously shy. Never knowing what to say, she spent most of her time avoiding social situations. But a social situation had just shown up at her house, sat coolly on her couch, drank her water...

The water was chugged down in two gulps, and Sam remained. His thirst remained. It wasn't water he wanted. He invited Janie to have a seat next to him with a casual pat, pat of his hand. Still nervous, she sat down next to him, looking away shyly. He wasted no time in letting her know his intentions. Pawing at her hair slightly, he said, "You are so fucking hot. Where's your room?" 

Janie fiddled and made excuses as to why they shouldn't go to her room. "It's too messy." Lame and she knew it. Although she resisted Sam she had to admit why she hadn't just told him to leave. She wanted him just as much, if not more. He seemed to like her shyness and avoidance, took it as a challenge. He would have her. Made him hard thinking about it, thinking about that sweet face looking up at him, moaning with delight. It took only a little more prodding on his end until Janie was leading the way upstairs. 

Her heart beating faster now, as she sat on the bed. She wasn't sure why she was resisting Sam so much. Inexperience, she guessed, despite being older. For a moment more she glanced away. Once she looked at him, Janie knew that was it. Every ounce of desire she had for him could be seen in her pale blue eyes. The look was sultry, even in her shyness. When she looked up at him, Sam was quick to move. Animal on the prowl. He took her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her roughly, urgently. She gave in. Parting her lips for his, she moaned softly. He sat over Janie, pinning her down, kissing her fervently everywhere. 

"You don't have to do a thing, baby." A husky whisper in her ear, a playful tug at her hair. In the heat of fiery passion, he threw off Janie's tank top and wasted no time pulling free her breasts; one in each hand he began to suck on her nipples with a feverish need. Suck. Suck. Bite. Nip. Suck. 

Janie muffled a moan, biting into her own hand which he then held firmly down to the side of her head. "No," He demanded. "Let it out. I want to hear you scream." Continuing to hold the her down, she began to arch her back and writhe in pleasure at his dominance. The more assertive he was, the more she enjoyed it. She now fully gave into Sam's ministrations. 

In one swift motion he managed to slide off her skinny jeans and by now, soaking wet panties. With no resistance on her part, Janie spread her legs wide open for Sam, as he buried his tongue into her thighs. Like a puppy lapping for milk, he licked at her clit with wild abandon. With one hand still twisting at her tits, fingers from the other found their way into her pussy. Janie was very tight; it had been ages since she broke up with her last boyfriend, and she had had no one since. Nearly a year and a half by now. 

He stopped at two fingers; Sam craved that tightness for his throbbing cock. Instead, he inserted a surprise, cold finger into Janie's sweet little asshole, tighter still. A loud gasp escaped her lips; there was no masking that bit of pleasure. 

At last, Sam could no longer take it. He had to have her. Spreading her legs over his shoulders, he thrust his cock as deep into her as he could, ignoring her whimpers of pain; it would turn to pleasure soon enough. Fast he went and faster still. Each thrust more urgent than before. 

Janie buried her lips into Sam's neck, tasting of musk and salt. Breathing quickened, panting heavily now. His cock hit her cunt just right, she bit down on Sam as a euphoric rush of ecstasy waved over her. It was enough to draw blood. She lapped it up. That did it for Sam. One final thrust and arch of his neck, he came and collapsed out of breathe on top of her. Sweaty bodies mingling in the smell of sex, sweat, and blood. After a minute, Sam regained composer. Throwing his clothes back on, he left her. "Thanks for the water, it's hot out there." He left a fresh flier for pizza on her doorknob, before heading to the next house.



Delivery From Molly



Two days had passed since John had jerked off in front of his older, sexy mail carrier. Like any sexually frustrated 18 year-old, he had been obsessing about the event, and the woman, ever since. But he had just missed her the day after it happened, and now John was anxiously waiting for Molly to show up walking across his lawn.

John--enjoying a week alone after his parents and sisters left for a trip--had been carelessly masturbating in the front room of his house to a porn mag when Molly the mail carrier had walked by, saw him, and stayed until he finished. It was a brutally-hot turn on for John, a shy nobody in high school who'd never had so much as a girlfriend. He was able to display his generous endowment without the fear of having to actually perform with it, and all to Molly's enjoyment.

Molly had left without a word or a signal that something even remotely that fascinating would ever happen again, but John couldn't see how she could just pretend everything was normal. He certainly couldn't. Still, at this point John wasn't concerned so much with what Molly might do on her next route, but whether she would do anything interesting at all. Besides that, time was precious. John had the house to himself while his family was away for a week. But they would return in four days, and then John wouldn't have the place to himself when Molly came with the mail. He needed this urgently. Whatever "this" would turn out to be.

John had a body perfectly designed to avoid being noticed. He was neither tall not short, a little on the thin side, and not ugly but not particularly handsome. Just a normal guy. Too normal. He led a boring life, and depended on porn to get him through the long nights.

Molly, on the other hand, was a knockout. She wouldn't be offered any Victoria's Secret modeling jobs, but John doubted a man could look at her and not wonder how great she would look naked, and how fun she would be in bed. John guessed her to be 35, 40, and she carried the extra wear and pounds typically associated with that age. But she wore the weight exceptionally well, having used it to develop a terrific form with slender and muscular legs, a full but not too full ass, and a chest that always seemed to stretch her uniform to its limits. She had blonde hair framed around dark sunglasses, of which John had never seen her without.

He had also rarely seen her without shorts on, even on cold days like today, which is why his heart sank when he saw a figure in a postal uniform across the street wearing pants, a puffy winter coat, and even a cap. It was hard to see details at this distance, especially as the figure walked through a shadow, but they definitely didn't have long hair. It actually looked like man.

John turned red at the thought that Molly had called out sick or maybe even changed her whole route because of him. Sure, it could have been her day off, but was he lucky enough for such a coincidence? Whatever the reason, it was definitely not her across the street. If she was afraid, revolted, or offended by him, John worried about whether the replacement knew why Molly was avoiding the route. Would all his neighborhood's succeeding mail carriers suspiciously eye his house for years to come? Would the government send him a letter accusing him of sexual harassment or public indecency? 

He was frozen in fear, just waiting for the new carrier to walk by and hopefully give some indication about what was going on. He didn't expect to exchange words with them, but maybe something would give it away—like if the carrier's eyes lingered on the front window where John had cum, thinking "so THAT'S the spot".

It was a long four or five minutes before the carrier's footsteps could be heard on the pavement outside the front door, where the mailbox was. John had decided to hide here, up against the door, because there would be no way for someone to look in the front windows and see him there. Plus, he would know precisely when it was okay to come from hiding.

He heard the mailbox open, but to his alarm, he then heard the screen door open! The doorbell rang, seemingly as loud and ominous as any lone church bell in a quiet town. He didn't move or even breathe. There was some shuffling on the other side of the door. He could actually feel someone as they moved or leaned or brushed up against the other side of it, and then came three hard, sharp knocks just two feet above his head.

John tried to think rationally. If the cops were after him for what he'd done—and what, really, had he done? It was an accident, and she didn't have to stay and watch—they wouldn't send the mailman. They'd send other cops. Still, it could be a friend of Molly's, a coworker who she'd shared her story with and now wanted to put John in his place, wherever that was. He decided that no matter how long or hard this person knocked, he wasn't opening the door or moving from that spot.

"I know you're home," came the whispered voice. It was the soft, melodious voice of a woman. It was Molly's voice, John knew, though he couldn't remember if he'd ever heard her talk before, or figure out why he was so one hundred percent sure it was her.

He stood up, opened the door, still nervous as hell, but figuring Molly meant little to no harm. It was still hard facing her, what with the nature of their sudden relationship, but he was so relieved it wasn't her coworker delivering a threat.

"Hi," he spoke so softly there was no way she could've heard him, but she returned the greeting as if she had.

"Hey, how are you doing today?"

John eyed her carefully, trying to pick up from her expression anything she might have been leaving. She looked different, but that was because of the cold, which John had barely had time to notice. There was actually light flakes of snow falling, which accounted for Molly wearing pants instead of shorts, and the puffy winter postal jacket, which did well to conceal her chest. The hat she wore didn't do much for the cold, so he found it odd she wore it, since she never had before, but it did explain the assumed disappearance of her hair, which was tucked up beneath. 

She was still beautiful, though, and still wore those dark sunglasses. Her lips were especially bright today, coated with a deep red, glossy lipstick. He remembered them when they kissed the glass where he'd cum the other day, and felt his dick twitch.

"I'm okay," John responded, hoping his lingering eyes weren't too obvious.

She held up a plain box with an address label but no return address or other identifying marks. It was roughly one foot square, and from the way Molly held it, not particularly heavy. The cardboard looked old, as if the box had been mailed a few times before. His name was listed as the recipient, though he wasn't expecting anything. Maybe his parents had sent him something.

"This wouldn't fit in the mailbox," Molly explained, smiling big. "It doesn't say 'fragile', but it's pretty lightweight, and I didn't want to leave it out in this cold if it was something delicate."

"Oh. Ok." John felt like such an idiot, but it was all he could stammer. At least she wasn't trying to talk to him about the other day, tell him it was something only adults should do, and that he should seek counseling...

He reached out to take the box, but she held it firmly in her hands.

"Um, actually," she said in that sweet, friendly voice, "could you just take a look at the address and make sure it's really yours?"

It was such an odd request that John didn't even comprehend it at first, but—

--But then Molly shifted, turned to him, and her puffy coat fell open. It wasn't zipped up, and beneath it her shirt wasn't buttoned. In fact, she wasn't even wearing a shirt, from what John could tell. All he could see was flesh squeezed together into a massive crease of firm, milky cleavage. There were no visible nipples, and she could have been wearing a skimpy bra that was just covered by the coat and box, so he couldn't really see much, yet he could see everything.

She held the box right underneath her exposure, forcing his eyes right to if he were to actually give a damn about the address label.

John dared to look at her, trying to see past the dark sunglasses for some further hint of her intent, but after a half-second of trying, his eyes fell back to Molly's chest. Three seconds must have gone by. And then six. John realized this wasn't a mistake on Molly's part. But he still couldn't figure out what to do. He didn't want to just stare like a moron, but every time he looked to her face and saw only her smile and her sunglasses, there was really nothing left to do but look back down at her cleavage. Obviously she wanted him to do that, but what else did she want? He didn't have a clue.

Ten seconds passed. Maybe fifteen, or thirty. Who the hell knows. John was about to force himself to say something, anything, when Molly lowered the box, shifting it and her coat, then brought the box back up again. Now her coat was completely open, and her large, naked breasts were in full view, being literally presented to him as they rested on the top of the box. 

She was tan in most places, but tan lines were clearly visible, and it almost made her breasts even more magnificent, as though the whiter, special areas normally concealed by a bikini were now highlighted for his viewing. The nipples were fat and very erect, poking out nearly two full inches from their large areola. Despite their size and the age of the woman sporting them, the breasts hadn't succumbed greatly to gravity. They were still firm and round and spectacular, even if they did hang lower than the girls' in Johns class. The gentle sag also meant they were probably real, which gave John yet another thing to be excited about in what was surely a life-changing moment.

His mouth watered and he licked his lips unconsciously, but John still didn't move, except for his cock which was rapidly growing in his pants.

"I saw you the other day," Molly explained, her voice cracking and giving away the first sign of her own nervousness. "So I thought today it could be, you know. Tit for..."

She saw his pants shift as his hardening dick slipped to the side. She laughed excitedly.

"...That!"

Fortunately for John, Molly's laugh was friendly and comfortable, and he didn't at all feel like she was laughing at him, or even in spite of him, which would have killed any chance he had of getting bolder. In fact, he laughed with her, though with much more nervousness.

But then their laughter subsided, and silence reigned.

"You can do it again," Molly said, her voice serious now, still friendly, but serious. Almost wanting.

John knew what she meant, couldn't believe it, but wasn't going to pass this opportunity up. He looked over her shoulder, out into the street. No neighbors in sight or cars driving near. That could always change. The door was well surrounded by trees at the sides, but a passerby could see them from the front.

John stepped aside, to let Molly come in. He was shaking, and noticed for the first time that so was she. But she didn't move in.

"I can't come in," she said. "It's better if people think we're just chatting, you know. If they see me come in or go out..."

"Yeah," John said, unsure of what to do next.

She saw his hesitation. "Come on. You did it in front of the window last time. Now just do it in front of me."

Point made, John thought.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his erection through, really feeling the cold he was letting in with the open door for the first time. Any other situation and the chill would have killed his hard-on, but this was something else. He was actually throbbing for her, and again stared at her wonderful naked breasts. He had never seen real live tits before. Plenty of porn, but nothing real. And the real breasts before him now were all he'd ever hoped they'd be. He was aching to stuff his face between them, suck and lick them, smother himself in Molly's ample flesh.

He began pumping himself. He considered taking things slow, making this last, but this particular situation wasn't exactly built to last. Molly could only stand there for so long before someone noticed or before she became too far behind in her route. He would have to make this quick, which was actually beneficial, because John knew he wasn't going to last long.

The cum inside of him boiled and bubbled, hanging heavy in his swinging balls. The lust between his legs touched off flames to every part of body, spreading fast down his thighs and up to his chest all at once. He was short of breath, and his heart was racing. His dick felt so hard and so hot as he stroked himself, faster and faster, gripping himself tighter, urging the orgasm out.

Molly, meanwhile, was still fully impressed by the size of John's penis. She had noticed how big he was the other day, but when she recalled it later, she thought she must have been exaggerating it in her mind because of the moment. But here it was again, thick and long and just way too big for guy John's size, but it was real, it was beautiful, and it made her very, very wet. She licked her lips, wanting to wrap her lips around the rigid flesh and just make love to it aggressively. God, how she wanted to taste it. Even holding it, feeling its heat, squeezing and jerking it as John was doing would have been a priceless gift.

But Molly stayed put. She held the box tightly to her, still presenting her chest above it and maintaining control of herself. Maybe they would explore further some other time, if she wasn't fired or arrested.

John had taken a rare moment to look up from Molly's tits to her face and saw the expression she had while watching his hand blur over his erection. She looked just as excited and overwhelmed as he felt looking at her naked breasts. In fact, she looked even more desperate and fixated, because while he was getting to take care of his urges, all she was doing was standing there. He considered making a move, saying or doing something to clue her in that he was ready for more, but then he saw her lick her lips. It wasn't a long, sensuous movement of the tongue as if she knew what she was doing, but rather like she had done it in spite of herself, unconsciously, driven by the naughty things spinning in her head. Naughty things no doubt involving him and his big cock.

John started it lose it right then, and Molly stiffened as she took notice.

Molly hadn't exactly thought this part out. She expected him to cum; that was the whole point, but in her mind they weren't so close, or so involved. She wasn't so turned on and wasn't prepared for John to be so far gone in his own need and desire. After all this, she couldn't just let him cum into his hand, but with her uniform on and much of her route left ahead of her, she couldn't afford to let flying gobs of sperm to get anywhere near her.

John moaned, his body tightened, and he gritted his teeth as his eyes held strong to Molly's erect nipples just a foot and a half away. It was going to happen.

More out of instinct than on purpose, Molly dropped the box and grabbed John by the shoulders. She pulled him to her, bending down and smothering his cock with her tits, burying it in her cleavage just as his cum started to shoot. John cried out, some of it from surprise but mostly in pure, exquisite pleasure as his gooey, milky seed splashed between Molly's tits and then squished back out as she pressed herself around him. Cum literally sprayed out the top of her cleavage from the combined force of his major ejaculation and the tight grip her chest had on him. His hand no longer needed, John fucked the cum-soaked breasts as he emptied even more cum into them. 

Even with his dick being so big, it still became lost in Molly's heavy breasts. His large, rubbery cock head would make an appearance on the upstrokes as it peeked above her tits, still oozing hot jizz. John's thick sperm was running down Molly's chest and literally dripping from all over her there, but she had managed enough control to keep all of it away from her uniform coat. Soon, John had stopped cumming, but he still thrust himself between her sopping, slippery tits, making very loud squishing noises.

Molly noticed for the first time that John had placed his hands on her own, helping her to hold her tits together. Something about that little detail, perhaps because it made her feel a little less the dominatrix and more the submissive in this whole ordeal, unexpectedly triggered something from deep inside of her. Suddenly she was stiff and moaning and gasping for breath, reacting to a perfectly timed orgasm. It wasn't the most powerful of climaxes—not even for this week—but an unanticipated gift for sure. She let John continue to fuck her chest, even as he began to soften, while she let the rolling flames lick and curl through her.

When it was over, she doubted John even knew what he'd done to her.

He seemed to know what to do now that it was over, though. He stepped away, leaving her at the door for only a moment before returning with a big bath towel. He knew she needed to get back to work, and that she couldn't very well do that if she was half glazed with teenage sperm. John didn't even offer Molly the towel. He put it against her himself, softly but swiftly rubbing her breasts clean. The towel was warm, and one of the softest she had ever felt. The sensation that Molly experienced as the towel spread and soaked in the thick cum gave her goose-bumps, and she went through another micro-orgasm just as he finished.

"Do you want a shirt?" he asked, pulling her out of her bliss.

"A shirt?"

"It's cold outside..."

"Oh," Molly said, finding her more calm and composed self again. She straightened up, closed her coat around her, covering up her breasts and their still erect nipples. "I have a shirt. It's in the truck. I just took it off for this block." She winked at him, though she realized immediately afterward that he probably didn't notice, given her dark sunglasses that still concealed her eyes.

John sighed heavily. "That was..."

She watched him trying to find the right way to finish the sentence, then saw him give up and just give her a warm, goofy smile. The smile of a young man who'd just experienced sex for the first time. Well, almost sex, anyway.

Molly was going to leave it at that, as she was a little taken aback by how involved she'd become. She had expected to just show her tits and let the kid do his thing. An act of charity, at most. But seeing the way she effected John and how greatly he'd responded caught her off guard. And now she was probably more horny than he'd been at the beginning of all this. She wasn't going to lead John on, make him think this could be expected to happen again, but she was too excited herself to just cut it off like she'd planned.

"Can we, um...can I see you sometime?" he asked.

Molly was terrified and thrilled all at once. He was asking her out. A guy literally half her age. Her mind raced to come up with some ambiguous response.

"Yeah," she finally said, giving him that friendly smile. "You'll see me on my route."

With that, Molly turned around and went back to work, her legs shaking. She was very satisfied with that response. It was, indeed, ambiguous. Not just to John, though, because Molly herself didn't know what it meant, either.

A short while after Molly had gone and John's brain had had enough time to find it's way out of massive shock, John sat down at the kitchen table and opened the box Molly had delivered to him. There was a bunch of packing peanuts, but otherwise it was empty.

But on the bottom, scratched out and slightly torn and half covered with a couple layers of packing tape, was Molly's full name and mailing address.

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Delivery Gal Ch. 01



Let me tell you a story of what happened the other day.

When I woke up, I did not want to go to work. It's not that I was sick or anything, I just flat did not want to go to work. I called in early, told them that I would not be in due to catching the flu, and went to the bathroom. 

First things first, it was time to sit on the pot and plan my day. Maybe go out and get some breakfast, out of town, go for a nice drive afterwords, and then, maybe some shopping. 

Next, a long hot shower. I am so glad I have an oversize water heater. A long steamy shower can take 45 minutes or more at my place. Just enough time to enjoy the moments with a sexy naked woman. But enough of that. It's time for me to soap up. During the week, its always rush, rush, rush. Now, I'm taking my time with the shampoo and soap, taking things slow and giving myself a good scrubdown everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. All the private parts are squeaky clean. Thinking about having a woman help me in here has produced a rise out of me. I'm about half excited, but don't wish to encourage myself. I'll just let a good woman take care of that department. 

Drying myself off, I take the time and give myself a good long shave. I'm extra careful now as I have all the time I need. I just love a good shave and can only do it right when I have the time. If only I could rub this clean shaven skin against some nice soft breasts. Oops. That thought just gave me the morning hard-on. I shouldn't think about breasts right now since I'm getting ready to go. I'm so weak.

Just then, the doorbell rings and I'm thinking, I hope it's not the boss checking up on me. He'd probably do it too. Better at least get some gym shorts on. With the shorts on and my towel over my shoulder, I open the door, and there is the local delivery woman. 

She's been here before and I've never given her a second thought. But as soon as I open the door, our eyes connect and she starts mumbling about having something for me. She has never stumbled over her words before, but then she has never seen me this exposed before either. I tell her its too cold for me here in the doorway and I ask her to come in. She does, and I close the door behind us. 

I turn around and see that she is looking at my shorts. My cock is poking my shorts out in front, and she is watching it. She slowly moves her eyes up to my chest, then my face, then my eyes. I've seen that look from a woman before, and she is turned on. And she can tell from my shorts, and nipples, that I am turned on too. 

I tell her that I just got out of the shower, and she says that there is just something about a clean and fresh shaven man that makes her weak. Her breathing is deep, uneven and labored now. She starts to lick her lips, and I decide to make a pass at her. 

It was the right thing to do. She moved towards me at the same time I did to her. Our lips met, while our eyes looked deep to one another, then closed. With one hand rubbing her in the small of her back, I brought the other up to her breast and softly squeezed. With one hand and arm around my neck rubbing, she brought her other hand to the top of my gym shorts and pulled them down. With my cock freed, she gently took hold of it and gently pulled and squeezed. 

We both open our mouths wide and allow our tongues to dance in each others mouths. I unzip her jacket and unbutton her blouse and pull up her bra, exposing her lilly white breasts and puffy nipples. We both pull our mouths away and look into eachothers eyes and quickly nod our heads up and down, then deep kiss again.

She then pulls back from me to say that she doesn't have time to make love, but that she does want to give me her best blow job, and would that be ok? I tell her yes, and she pushes me back to the wall and kneels down in front of me. 

She pulls my gym shorts off, then takes my cock in one hand, my balls in the other, and proceedes to gently kiss and suck all over on my cock and balls. She starts using her warm and moist tongue to lick me while kissing my cock. I'm watching her do this and about every twenty seconds or so, she looks up at me and smiles. I smile back at her and tell her what a sweet baby she really is.

She then stops, looks up, and wants me to promise to cum in her mouth. I tell her I will, and she then starts to give me the blow job of the year. She likes sucking cock, and now wants to swallow all that I can give to her. She deeps throats me while gently holding my balls in her hand. My cock is almost hurting now since it is so big. The skin is stretched tight, and she is sucking and blowing me hard. 

I feel the pressure building up inside me, and she pulls off me long enough to tell me to give it all to her, all the cum that I have. 

Now I'm starting to mumble oh yes baby, oh yea, oh, oh...

I loose sense of everything except the sound of her sweet blow job on my cock back and forth, over and over.

Its coming soon now. I'm trying to hold back. This feeling is so good, I want it to last for as long as I can. But she is in control of me now and I loose it.

Wave after wave comes over me. I hear her moan as the first eruption explodes inside her mouth. She is sucking incredably hard on my cock while squeezing my balls and wrapping her tongue all over me. This goes on and on. I am coming and coming, and she is milking the cum completly out of me. She is sucking my strength, and I am overcome by waves of pleasure. 

Its over and there is just no more cum left in me. But she is not finished just yet. She is now softly moaning while giving me an after sex tongue bath. She uses her tongue all over my cock and balls to clean any unswallowed cum. In-between this, she is kissing and gently blowing on my cock and balls.

She then stands up and gives me a deep kiss. I taste myself on her as out tongues meet and dance again in her mouth. She steps back, adjusts her bra, buttons up her shirt, zips up her jacket and gets her pen and book. She has me sign for the package she brought, and I tell her that was the best delivery I ever had. She smiles and gives me her name and phone number and next time, wants me to give her my best effort between her legs.

I pull her close, give her breast a nice squeeze, kiss her again and tell her I'll call her soon.

Do you think I should call her right away or wait a while??



Delivery Gal Ch. 02



I had my fun day off and went back to work the next day. I told them all that it must have been the one day flu or something. Everyone seemed to be glad I was back since work was starting to back up. Taking a day off in the middle of the week is much better than taking a day off on a Monday or Friday. It mixes the week up and gives a person almost two weekends off in a week instead of only one.

I didn't forget about my new friend, the Delivery Gal. For the rest of the week, my memory of our meeting would cross my mind and I would break-out in a big smile, and a hard-on. A few co-workers would catch on to me smiling and ask what I was thinking of. I would just tell them that I was looking forward to the weekend. Sure...they would say.

The end of the work week came and was I glad! I had nothing planned for the weekend and decided to let things happen as they would. Sleeping in and catching up on my rest always helps. A good long hot shower and shave made me feel wide awake and refreshed.

A light breakfast and a once over thru the morning paper made me ready for a comfortable Saturday. Now all I needed was a good woman to share it. With that thought, the bell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone so I wondered who it was. Opening the door made my day. It was the Delivery Gal and a sexy co-worker friend.

"Hello there. What a nice surprise!" It really was. Getting a blowjob from her a few days ago and seeing her again now has made my day. Her friend, a nice looking younger woman, was also all smiles. "Come on in" I told them. I closed the door and followed them into the living room.

"You didn't call me back and I wanted to make sure you were ok" she said. "I told my friend here all about what happened with us the other day, and she wanted to meet you. We're ahead of schedule by about an hour, so we thought we would stop by and say hey." Her friend said, "So...this is him...Mmmmmm...I see the attraction" in a very sexy voice. This woman, I thought, is a turn-on.

My Delivery Gal friend came over to my side, touched my cheek with her hand, and brought her lips up to mine. We started to gently kiss. Her lips parted, and she pushed her tongue thru my lips to find mine. I pushed my tongue to hers as we began to "communicate". Her soft touch with her lips were soothing and I welcomed her affection.

I had almost forgot about her friend until I felt her hand on the curve on my back. With her light pressing, I felt it move down to my butt and felt her squeezing my cheek through my gym shorts. With her other hand, she started at my belly, and worked it down over my cock. When she felt him growing, her hand stopped and squeezed him. 

I started thinking to myself, this is going to be my lucky day. 

With the Delivery Gal on my left kissing me so gently and her friend squeezing my ass and cock on my right, I was getting turned on...and fast. As her friend let go of my ass and cock, I felt her kneel down and pull my gym shorts down and off. My cock was now free to grow its full length and to be spoiled by their attention. As I felt the Delivery Gal pulling up on my shirt, I broke away from our kiss and let the last of my clothing come over my head and onto the floor. 

I looked down just in time to see my cock being engulfed by the cute smile of red lips. I then looked to my Delivery Gal friend and started to remove her top. With her smiling at me, she stood there and let me take off her shirt and bra. Stopping only long enough to squeeze her nipples, I reached down and unzipped her pants and to push them and her panties down. 

My mouth dropped when I saw her bare pussy. Her lips were all swollen as lust overcame me. With her friend kissing and licking on my cock, I remembered the Delivery Gal asking me to lick and suck on her the next time we got together. Well, now was the time.

Looking to her friend, I saw she had removed her clothes while keeping me in her mouth. Placing a hand on each side of her head, I told her to let me sit down in front of her. After doing this, I opened my legs as I laid down on my back. She just smiled and bent down to grasp my balls and bring them to her lips.

Looking up at the Delivery Gal, I motioned for her to get in a 69 with me. After kicking off the rest of her clothes, she smiled and said she had been waiting for me to give her some attention since we meet. She got down on all fours and moved over to me. I reached up, grabbed her ass cheeks and guided her pussy to my lips. As my tongue touched her clit, I felt her lips open on my cock as she drew me in.

I've been in a three-way before, but that was with another friend of mine and a woman. Now, I was the only guy and this was my first time with two other women at the same time. I love being in a 69 with a woman, especially when she is on top of me and moving around. I like the feeling of breasts pressing on me. That and their pussy rubbing all over my face makes it a must do in love making. 

The Delivery Gal was wet. And I mean soaking. This pleases me alot since I love swallowing all the wetness that a woman can give to me. I like the way her honey coats the inside of my mouth and tongue. To show her my pleasure, I gave a little extra attention on her clit. 

Bare pussies also turn me on. I have always loved to taste a woman, but if she has a lot of pubic hair, it tears up my face. Bare or shortly trimmed pussy hair is great. There is just nothing between my tongue and a woman's clit when she is smooth, and my tongue rewards her when she keeps her pussy hair shortly trimmed or shaved.

My hard-on is rewarded when I felt the Delivery Gal and her friend start working on me. I could tell the difference who was working on my cock. When I'm in a 69 with a woman, she seems to take me down further and easier than if she is kneeling in front of me. But, oh, such sweet pleasure! When the Delivery Gal would take me down her throat, she would use her lips and tongue all over my shaft and cock head. Her friend, when she took me in, was lightly using her teeth on my cock shaft. I had never been worked on like that in such a loving way. The head of my cock is tender and never likes to feel teeth, but the attention she was giving my shaft by dragging her teeth up and down and stopping short of my cockhead was so nice.

I lost track of the time that my two new friends were working on me, but the Delivery Gal did rise up so she was sitting on my face. This allowed me to bring my hands up and massage her breasts while she was spreading her honey all over me. Feeling her friend grasping my cock, I felt her climb up on me and hold my hard-on up to her pussy and slowly impaled herself on it.

It couldn't have been any nicer. The feeling of my hard cock being surrounded by a hot and soaking wet pussy is indescribable. I felt every inch of her slowly coming down my cock as the tightness of her pussy oozed her overflowing wetness down my shaft, covering my balls. I could feel my cock stretching her pussy as she completely engulfed me. Feeling her squeezing me as she ground her hips into mine caused the mushroom head of my cock to expand even more. She slowly, eased her pussy up my shaft until my cockhead was just touching her clit, then eased herself back down, over and over.

The Delivery Gal and I were getting into a rhythm. I found that special spot on her clit that when pressed and licked just right, was making her shudder and moan. Her friend and I had also started to get into a rhythm. Each time she would lower herself down on me, she would squeeze on my cock, causing her pussy to rise just a second, and then lower itself back down. She would then slide her pussy back up, exposing my cock to the air, then slowly lowered herself back down.

As I was squeezing the Delivery Gals' breasts, I felt her friend's hands cover mine. I then turned my hands around and brought them to her chest. Breasts and nipples are wonderful to feel and squeeze. No set of breasts are better than anothers, just different. The Delivery Gals' breasts were good sized and firm. Her friends were larger, softer and had puffy nipples. Its fun feeling breasts. Especially when presented with two sets at the same time. While moving my hands back and forth between them, I soon felt the Delivery Gals hands on her friend's breasts. When I brought my hands back to the Delivery Gals' breasts, I felt her friends' hands on her breasts. Three sets of hands rubbing themselves on two different sets of breasts is something I have never tried before. This feeling caused my balls to overflow. I'm now very close to my cum oozing and flowing into the pussy I was making love to.

We were all getting close. Especially me. The Delivery Gals' moans were growing more intense now. Her friends climax, I could tell, was soon to come. It was all that I could do to stop myself from exploding.

It was the Delivery Gal that started it. On our first encounter, she told me she wanted me to give her the attention between her legs as she had done to me. Now she was loosing control. Her pussy lips and clit were engorged to their limits as she started to quiver and lift herself just off my mouth and lips. To make sure she would cum hard, I kept lightly licking that same spot that was causing all her moaning.

Her friend...I don't know how to explain it. When she came, I felt her pussy quiver on the inside, on my cock. She would stop in different places on the way up my shaft, quivering then stopping, quivering then stopping each time, then re-engulf my cock, all at once...over and over. She also had this sexy moaning sound she was making during all of this as I was now sure my balls were oozing cum. 

I couldn't handle this any more. It was all too much for me and I started to tell them so. At that moment, the Delivery Gals' friend climbed off my cock and moved back between my legs while grasping my balls and lightly squeezing them. The Delivery Gal leaned forward and took my pussy soaked cock all the way down her throat, coaxing my balls to give her my cum.

It didn't take much. With a soft cry, I let go with all the restraints I had in holding back my explosions. A sharp jolt of pleasure in my balls forced my cum out of my cock and into the loving throat of the Delivery Gal. As soon as I felt one explosion leave me, another soon followed. The Delivery Gal then lifted her lips off my cockhead and was rewarded with another explosion from me on her face. I felt her friend take my shaft with her hand and she too was rewarded with an explosion on her face. She then took me down her throat where I ended my cum explosions in her cock-milking mouth.

The after-sex moment between us all was so tender. The room was filled with ooos and aahhhs and mmmmmmmmms. We didn't need any words now. Our touching one another said all there was to say.

All good things end in a nice way. This was no exception. We all got up and got dressed. I thanked each of them with a good hug and a kiss. They, in turn did the same. We all promised to do it again and maybe, I could have one of my friends over to even things up. I told them I thought that was a good idea as I kissed them goodbye.

What do you think? Should I call up one of my buds and set it up for next week?



Delivery Girl



I'm a 22-year-old college student, and I work part time at a pizza restaurant. It was Saturday night, and the manager of the pizza shop where I work asked me to come in early to help with the inventory. In return, he let me go home at nine, even though the shop usually stays open until midnight. I was getting ready to go home when one of the other girls took a telephone order for a delivery not far from my house. Since the shop was really busy, I volunteered to make the delivery on my way home and bring the money in the next day. When I got to that address, it was a very large house near the park. There were several cars in the driveway and the lights were on. I rang the bell and knocked, but no one came to the door. I heard faint music and laughter coming from out back, so I walked around and opened a gate in the tall fence. The back yard was huge, and there was a wooden gazebo containing a hot tub by the back of the house. The only light came from the candles around the tub. I was able to make out 5 or six people in the water.

Walking up slowly, I called out, " hello? Pizza's here." Everyone turned around and began to apologize for not hearing me at the front door. That's when I realized that the six people in the tub were all women.

I put the pizza boxes down on a small table by the tub, and one of the women said, " let me get your money, would u like a glass of wine?"

As she stood up to get out of the water, I saw her body in the candlelight, and she was very beautiful. I was instantly jealous because she had the kind of body I've always wanted. Don't get me wrong- I think I have a nice body. I work out and swim a lot, but sometimes I think I look like a boy I'm slim and I have small breasts. My friends tell me I'm lucky to be built this way, but I wouldn't mind having a few more curves.

Now I admired this woman as she pulled the money out of her bag and handed it to me. She was a few inches taller than me and had thick brown hair that fell down to the middle of her back. She had full breasts that almost spilled out over the top of her swimsuit, a narrow waist, round hips and long shapely leg.

She introduced herself as Janine, and handed me a small glass of wine. I tried to decline saying I worked all day and was on my way home, but she insisted. Why not, I thought, I don't have to go back to work. I might as well have a drink and relax.

All the other women introduced themselves, then asked my name. "I'm Angel," I said. "Is this some kind of meeting?"

They all laughed, and one woman, a petite blonde, said "this is the our husbands all went on a fishing trip club." Every few months their husbands go on weekend trips, the wives all get together at one of their houses. All their kids were at another house with a babysitter.

Janine invited me to sit at the edge of the hot tub and get my feet wet. It sounded like a good idea, so I kicked off my sneakers and eased my sore feet in the water. The temperature was just right. I scooted forward trying to get as much of my calves into the water as I could. It felt so good to unwind. One of the women said " it's too bad we don't have an extra swimsuit. The water is so relaxing."

I smiled. Janine grinned and said," I have a couple of suits upstairs but I don't think they will fit you." I looked at her and could feel myself blush. I was glad it was dark so noone noticed.

Then the blonde said, " why don't you just come in? Your underwear can be your swimsuit." I thought about that for a second. I was wearing a gray sports bra and matching panties. The panties were cut very high on the sides with a thin waistband, and I was a little embarrassed. " Oh come on." Janine said, " just put your clothes on the chair."

It might be fun, I thought. I pulled off my red t-shirt with the pizza logo on it, dropped it on the patio, and stepped out of my shorts. Feeling a little shy, I quickly slipped into the hot water. I settled down deep into the water, and one by one the other started to get out to eat. Janine and I were the only ones left in the hot tub. I had another glass of wine and we made small talk for awhile. All the women were attractive, but Janine was the most beautiful.

I told them a little about school and doing the part time deliveries to help out with the tuition. I mentioned that I'd been in the shop since very early that morning, and said how good it felt to relax in the hot tub. Then I thanked them for there hospitality.

Suddenly I felt Janine's hand on the small of my back. She rubbed gently and whispered, " tough day at the office, huh?"

I was startled and didn't know quite what to do. My face felt flush. I slowly turned to look at Janine. She had a sly grin on her face. As her left hand continued to massage my back, I felt her hand creeping up my thigh. The tip of one finger brushed against the crotch of my panties and I jumped. That made her giggle softly.

The other women couldn't see what was going on; they kept on talking, laughing, and eating. Janine's hand drifted up from my crotch to my right breast. With her finger and thumb she gently pinched the nipple, and I let out a little gasp. Afraid the others might have hears, I turned to look, but they hadn't noticed. Janine continued to play with my tits under the bubbling water, smiling the whole time. I started to get really nervous and said that I should be getting home. Janine stood up to get me a towel, and I could see that her nipples were really hard. As she wrapped the towel around me, I could tell that mine were too." Come on," Janine whispered. "I'll show you where you can change."

Carrying my clothes and sneakers in one hand, she led me into the house and up to her bedroom. Janine closed the door behind her. We were both dripping wet. I turned and stood still, not sure what to do next. Was she just going to stand there and watch me dry off? She walked over to me and whispered," here, let me help you." She put her arms around me and unsnapped my bra. I was filled with excitement and anticipation.

She pulled the bra straps down over m arms and started to kiss my neck. She worked her way down to my tits and slowly licked each nipple. A shudder went through me as she popped the left nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. Her warm, wet skin was against mine, and I leaned back against the wall. She reached behind her, unsnapping her own top, and her beautiful breasts came free.

Janine took her mouth from my nipple. She stood up and smiled. Her smooth, round breasts looked wonderful, and the nipples were like pencil erasers. A drop of water hung form the tip of one only inches from my face. I'm not sure where I got the courage, but I stuck out my tongue and licked it off, making Janine giggle. I closed my lips around the dark red flesh, and for the first time in my life sucked on a woman's tit.

It felt so fantastic, I couldn't believe it. The nipple was firm and warm. I grabbed Janine's breast with both hands and tried to suck it all into my mouth. I couldn't get enough of her. I switched to the other one, doing the same thing, licking and sucking and nibbling on her swollen nipple. She wrapped her arms around my head and moaned softly.

After a few minutes Janine gently pulled away, and her nipple popped out of my mouth. She stepped back and untied the strings that held her bikini bottoms to her hips, and the tiny panties fell to the floor. Then she slowly got down on her knees and put her hands on my hips. She began kissing my tits again and slowly worked her way down my tummy. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, running her fingers along my thighs.

She grabbed my hips and gently pulled me down to the carpet on my back. She hovered above me for a second and then she kissed me long and hard on the mouth, holding my face in her hands. I could feel her warm nipples poking at my tummy while we kissed. She pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked on it just as I've done with my boyfriends in the past. Her hands played with my nipples and I could feel her knee gently trying to push its way between my thighs. I opened my legs and her warm thigh pressed against my pussy.

We began to grind our hips together, and I could feel my wetness smearing on the smooth skin of her thigh. Her short pubic hair scratched lightly on my hip as she rubbed against me. Her mouth was on my nipples again, and her fingers squeezed and pinched my breasts. I reached around her, grabbed her smooth, round buttocks with both hands, and pulled hard. My hips started to buck, and I shamelessly humped myself against her leg. I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. I could feel that I was going to come soon. She pinched my nipples hard and whispered," go on baby." She wrapped her arms around me and held me tight as my hips went wild. I could hear myself grunting as the firm muscles in her thigh worked against my wet pussy lips. As I bucked harder and started to come, Janine gently bit my nipples. We were both moaning as the waves of my orgasms started to slow down and I collapsed. As I panted to catch my breath. Janine looked up and smiled at me. I watched through half-closed eyes as she continued to lick my nipples.

Somewhere off in the distance I thought I heard a phone ring, but my mind was in a fog and I could have been dreaming it. then there was a knock on the bedroom door and a woman's voice whispering." Janine? Janine. Mikes on the phone."

Janine quickly sat up and muttered, ": damn! My husband. He always did have lousy timing." She wrapped herself in a robe and hurried out.

I was totally embarrassed. I was sure the other women knew exactly what we were doing. My legs were shaking as I stood up and put my shorts and t-shirt on. I picked up my wet bra and panties, and tried to tiptoe down the stairs, hoping to get out of the house without being seen, but the other five women were standing together in the living room whispering. They stopped talking and looked at me as I walked by. I saw Janine on the phone as I hurried toward the door. She looked up and caught my eye, smiled, and blew me a kiss. I didn't think I could get any redder, but I blushed again.

I drove the rest of the way home with one hand in my shorts until I had to pull over to have another orgasm. I got Janine's phone number off the delivery ticket, but I haven't had the courage to call her. I'd love to get together with her again and finish what we started, but I guess I'll just have to wait. I have this fantasy that one night soon, when her husband is away; she'll call for pizza. I hope I'll be able to deliver.



Delivery Guy



The three college girls giggled as the doorbell rang, stuffing the bowl with its paper bits in the corner. Getting up, Cassie looked at her two friends - Rachel and Mary - they were lounging against the couch completely nude. Rachel was the smallest of the three girls, she had a gymnast's body with very small perky breasts and long nipples and a muscular tone. Beside her, Mary's D cups looked gigantic; Rachel had a little strip of hair on her mound and Mary was completely shaved. As Cassie steeled herself to answer the door, she looked down at her own body with her C-cup breasts and smooth mound... one of the earlier dares had been for her to completely shave her bush. 

Looking through the peephole she saw that it was a guy that she'd seen around campus, one of the freshman. 

With a glance back at the girl's she nodded, "I've seen him before, definitely eighteen... but kinda dorky."

They nodded and grinned. "Let's do it," said Rachel and all three of them giggled.

The doorbell rang again and Cassie turned towards it, squaring her shoulders. This was the first time she'd done something like this and the excitement was fluttering through her like crazy. Sure the guy was a bit of a dork, but he was a cute dork at least... and this was going to be wild. 

Poor Doug, the freshman pizza boy, almost fainted when the naked blonde opened the door. Not only was she naked, but she was drop dead gorgeous and he remembered seeing her around campus. In high school he would have followed her around like a puppy dog, but he'd been rejected enough then to just be rather introverted in college. Having her standing, posing in front of him was like a dream.

"Hi," she smiled at him sexily, "Bring the pizza's on in."

Ok, so he was following her like a puppy dog - something that he'd thought he'd gotten over - but she was naked. And she'd smiled at him like... like... well like he was sexy too. With her long hair swaying over her ass like that he'd follow her just about anywhere she wanted. Entering the main room just behind her, he saw the other two girls propped up against the couch, both of them were naked too and they were just as gorgeous as she was. One of them was very small and petite with short brown hair, her small tits were perfectly in proportion and she had long dark nipples that were jutting out at him, the other had shoulder-length dirty blond hair, really big breasts with large pink nipples... none of them had very much pubic hair. The petit girl had the most, a thin line on her mound. 

Uncomfortably he shifted the pizza boxes to hide his raging erection. 

The blonde smiled at him, as though she knew what he was hiding and didn't mind at all, "I'm Cassie, this is Rachel," she waved at the petite one, "and Mary." the one with the really big... um... knockers. 

Bobbing his head, he gulped, "Nice to meet you... I'm Doug."

"Hi Doug," the chorused. Oh god... his knees felt weak... they were ALL smiling at him. 

"Here, let me take these," and Cassie took away his protection. Awkwardly he shifted, trying to use his legs to hide his hard-on without making it obvious what he was doing. It didn't work. 

Rallying impressively, he stammered, "That's... um... that's um... that's eighteen dollars and um, twenty cents."

"Of course," said Cassie, returning with thirty, "Keep the change."

"Th-thanks..." he said, desperate to leave and also desperately wanting to stay.

Mary stood and he froze in place, his eyes locked onto her gently swaying breasts. She smiled at his confused but lustful expression, really he was pretty cute even if he was obviously awkward and shy. Soft brown hair that swept into his dark brown eyes, a little gawky but still obviously in shape... and his innocence was in stark contrast to the arrogance of most college males. 

"Doug," she asked gently, walking towards him as her breasts bounced slightly with each step. He gulped, and looked at her kind hazel eyes, "Doug, would you like us to do anything for you before you go?"

"D-d-do??" he asked, cursing his traitorous voice that made him sound like an idiot in front of these gorgeous naked women. 

She was right in front of him and he wanted to drop to his knees whimpering as she reached out and brushed her fingers along his shoulder, "Yes... is there anything you'd like for us to do for you before you go?" the fingers dropped along the front of his chest and suddenly the palm of her hand was pressing against the substantial bulge in his jeans. Her eyes widened, and then she chuckled, "You seem to have a problem that we might be able to help you with," a glance over her shoulder to the other girls with a wink, "And it's a mighty big problem."

"Ooohh!" Cassie and Rachel looked at him speculatively and he thought he was really going to just fall over and die. This couldn't actually be happening.

"I'm..." he paused and gulped. Better to admit it then end up looking like a virgin, very softly with his eyes downcast - which really meant that they were just looking at Mary's nipples, "I'm a virgin."

The sudden enthusiastic "ooo" of all THREE girls made him look up in surprise, they were all looking at him with excited looks on their faces.

"Well that's something we can definitely fix," said Mary, and suddenly she went up on tiptoes and kissed him, her hand on the back of his neck and her soft body pressing against him. His hands went around her back instinctively and then he pulled them away as if he'd touched fire... she was naked, naked, naked... his mind was going at a million miles a minute and coming up with nothing. The kiss was getting more passionate, her tongue was in his mouth and her soft body and oh god... he didn't know what to do with his hands and the other two girls were watching...

With a gasp he pulled himself away. Mary looked hurt for a moment, but then she saw his confused expression. Smiling gently again she told him, "It's ok Doug... it's not a trick. Would you like one of us to fix that for you?"

Completely mute, not trusting his voice, he nodded... it was like she'd hypnotized him. She smiled again and he couldn't help but smile back, she was just so pretty. "Who would you like to help you Doug?"

"You..." he said it before he could stop himself. But her eyes brightened and his heart jumped at the fact that she seemed flattered and pleased to be picked.

Smiling even broader now, she put on hand on her hip and posed, "Then get over here and kiss me."

Hesitantly, glancing at the other two girls who were watching eagerly, he went to her. Uncertainly he stood looking down at her as she smiled up at him and pursed her lips slightly; leaning down he kissed her, but his hands stayed at his sides. He didn't know what to do with them... she was naked after all. But Mary knew took care of that for him too, taking his hands she wrapped one around her waist and placed the other on her firm ass as she returned his kiss with gleeful enthusiasm. When his hand touched the firm curve of her ass he gripped it instinctively, squeezing the flesh in lustful pleasure. Realizing what he had done, he pulled it away, but she replaced it there again, squeezing her hand over his so that he had to grip her cheek. 

As they kissed, her hands went under his shirt and started to pull it off, this time when his hands were pulled free of his shirt they both went to grip her ass. His dick felt like it was going to explode, he didn't know if grabbing her ass with both hands was the right thing to do, but he couldn't help himself. Their chests rubbed together and he could feel her breasts pressing against him, soft but firm, and he couldn't help but squeeze and grab at her ass. 

His heart sank as she pulled away from the kiss and his arms, but then jumped again as she knelt in front of him and started to undo his pants. Pulling them off of him, all the girls cooed as his dick sprung free... it was a hefty 8" and thick, very sizable. Gripping it in her hand, Mary smiled up at him and he watched in complete awe as she opened her lips to take him in her mouth.

It was heaven, the way her tongue swept over his length and the soft wet warmth that slide over his shaft. Grabbing onto her head to keep his balance, he wanted to let go but couldn't... his knees were too weak for him to stand without some kind of help. With the two naked girls watching them, his inexperience and the sudden stimulation... it was becoming too much. He struggled not to cum and embarrass himself, but when her hand slid up his thigh and started to gently squeeze his balls, the intense pleasure was too much. With a half-despairing, half-ecstatic cry he lost himself in her mouth, enjoying the orgasm and the greedy way that she swallowed his cum even though he felt ashamed at his lack of control.

The sad look on his face must have clued her in, because as she pulled her mouth from his dick she said, "Don't worry Doug, I did that on purpose... we'll get you hard again, don't worry, and this time you'll be able to last longer and enjoy it."

He immediately brightened. Then the other two girls were around him and he sank to the floor in pleasure as all three of them started touching his body all over... giggling and licking and touching... Rachel sucked his fingers into her mouth one by one and nibbling on the tips. Mary brought his hand to her breast for him to feel as Cassie started to rub and suck on his nipples. Doug groaned... talk about a male's wet dream, he could already feel his dick starting to revive with all this beautiful female attention. Squeezing Mary's breast much like he had her ass, he bravely pulled it to his mouth and started to suck on her nipple, just like Cassie was sucking on his. As he did so, Rachel abandoned his fingers and sucked his other nipple into her mouth, and he instinctively bit down on Mary's as the pleasure overtook him. She cried out a little as his teeth sank in, but she seemed to enjoy it too, pressing her breast further into his mouth.

Taking his hand, Mary placed it into her pussy, rubbing his fingers through her wet slickness. His other hand grasped her free breast as well, while Rachel and Cassie left his nipples and started working their way down his body. Already his dick was recovering and had made its way to half mast. Mary pressed his fingers inside of her as he started to suck on her other nipple, and he marveled at the slick warmth of her body as his fingers pressed in. Taking her hand away from her wet pussy, she brought it to his mouth for him to taste her juices... they were sweet and musky and his fingers spasmed inside of her. 

The other two girls had started to work on completely firming up his dick, although it was already well on its way there. Cassie started to lick and suck on his balls as Rachel began to give him head, Mary kissed him passionately as his fingers worked inside of her, her hand rubbing against his nipples.

Suddenly the warm mouth on his dick was gone, and he could hear Rachel say, "I think he's ready..."

Mary pulled up from the kiss and smiled at him, "Are you ready?"

Well, he didn't particularly want to lose the attentions of all three girls... but he did want to make Mary happy. And he did want to have sex with her. Badly. So he nodded. 

Cassie and Rachel pulled away to watch as Mary straddled his body, his dick bobbing up and down between her legs. Taking it in her hands, she put it at the entrance of her pussy and started to lower herself. Doug's body spasmed as his dick began to enter its first pussy, the absolutely most exquisite feeling he'd ever had in his life. It was like pressing into molten lava, that encased and caressed him, squeezing and massaging and... his hips bucked.

With a loud moan Mary pressed herself all the way down so that his dick was buried in her pussy, her wet lips splayed on his crotch. Gasping, wild eyed, his hands gripped her curvy hips to hold her there, unable to believe the incredible sensations that being in her body produced in him. There was a glint in her eye as she started to move up and down on top of him, and he moaned and jerked as she fucked him, completely forgetting about the two girls that were watching. If he had looked over, he would have seen them playing with themselves, turned on by the erotic sight.

Smoothly, slickly, Mary slid up and down his dick, her hands pressed against his chest as she fucked him. Still gripping her hips, he watched as her breasts bounced and flopped while she rode him, gorgeous jiggling globes that he couldn't keep his eyes off of. Just above her bouncing chest, her passionate expression gave him just as much pleasure, although it was sometimes hard to watch the erotic show she was putting on above him when his body kept jerking in response to the incredible sensations she was awakening within him. 

When she ground her hips down on him he gasped and his back arched, the way her pussy clasped him when she did that was fantastic. Leaning forward, she put her forearms on either side of his body and started grinding, moving her hips up and down and around in circles. It seemed like his entire groin was on fire now, and his hands gripped her sides passionately as her breasts pressed against his chest. The pleasure swept over him in waves, it was the most intense stimulation he'd ever had.

"I'm gonna cum..." he gasped, not wanting to cum in her if she didn't want him to... it wasn't something he'd even considered before. Obviously he hadn't been thinking too clearly.

"I'm on the pill," she hissed, her eyes half-closed as she worked her hips furiously towards her own climax, "I want to feel your cum in me... fill me up with it."

With a wild cry he humped his hips upwards, and as her grinding pussy started to convulse around him as she orgasmed, he came. Her pussy sucked it out of him, moving while she cried out and rubbed against him, the walls of her pussy rippled and massaged his dick. Even though he emptied out his load quickly, the intense climatic sensation didn't stop until she finally stopped moving on top of him; the overload had become almost painful in the intensity of its pleasure when she collapsed on his sweaty body.

They lay there for a moment, and then he heard a muffled moan and looked over to where Rachel was pulling her fingers from her pussy and Cassie was still thrashing in the grips of orgasm. Turning his head back, he wrapped his arms around the girl on top of him as she nestled her head into his shoulder.

He vowed that no matter what, even if the girls never talked to him again and went back to ignoring the awkward dorky guy that they'd played with today, that he would cherish every moment that he'd spent here.

After Doug left, Mary went to the bathroom to clean up, and then returned. It was Rachel's turn to pull a dare. For the rest of the night though, she couldn't help but think of the sweet guy who's virginity she'd taken... and the gentle, awkward kiss he'd given her before he left.

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About a week later, he hadn't seen any of them on campus, there was a knock on his door. Opening it he found Mary, looking absolutely gorgeous although she was completely clothed.

"Hey," she said grinning as his eyes lit up in surprise and happiness, "Wanna go to dinner with me?"

"YES!"

A few years later, Rachel and Cassie would both serve as Maids of Honor at their wedding... and no matter how much people pressed, when anyone asked Doug and Mary how they met they'd just smile enigmatically.



Delivery Guy



Approaching my car, I could see that it was blocked in the parking spot by a large brown parcel delivery truck. Damn, that made me mad. Those delivery guys could park anywhere they wanted and get away with it.

Sitting in my car, I got more steamed. I even honked the horn to attract his attention, wherever he was. I waited and waited. He had to be in one of the nearby buildings.

In my rearview mirror I spotted a man wearing a tan uniform. I was about to give him a piece of my mind. He came alongside my car.

"I'm sorry" he said.

I got even hotter. If there's anything that turns me on it's a good- looking guy in a uniform. I don't care whether it's a cop, a soldier or a delivery truck driver.

"No problem."

I was no longer pissed off, just horny. He was a hunk by any standards. Mid-twenties. Tall and beefy. A shock of chestnut hair. Soft brown eyes.

"I'll move the mother out of your way."

There I was at eye-level of his meaty crotch. I don't know if it was just a nervous reaction but I licked my lips. I looked up and said, "Looks like you've got a big load to deliver."

He knew I was brazenly cruising his basket. Maybe that would get him mad. Some insecure straights blindly hated queers, others took it as a compliment that you appreciated their charms. I was hoping he'd be that kind.

"You got that right. It's gonna be a short lunch break today if I'm gonna get all this stuff delivered."

"I'm hungry myself" I said. I flashed him a smile. He'd have to have been a real blank not to have gotten the message. He did. His sparkling brown eyes said it all.

"Got a thick beef sandwich in my truck if you'd care to join me. Kind of like paying you back for all the inconvenience I caused you."

"I'd like that."

"Get in the truck," he said.

I pumped another quarter into the parking meter and I got in the delivery truck.

It was loaded with packages, that was the truth. The only problem was it had only a driver's seat, none for a passenger.

"Where?"

"Oh sit on those boxes, it's okay. There's an alley in the next block where I can park."

This looked like my lucky day. I balanced my butt on a large carton while the truck rolled forward. It soon lurched to a stop.

The driver stepped back among the parcels . He rubbed his crotch.

"Bet you've got a big one," I said, admiring his hunky body.

"Not had any complaints yet."

I groped him. He shoved his basket right in my face. I bit into the twill uniform pants. He sort of moved me back in the truck and slid the panel door shut so that we were away from the view of any passersby.

He unbuckled his belt and dropped his uniform pants down around his ankles. His beefy thighs and packed jockey shorts were right in my face. I clutched his hard buns in those white cotton briefs. I inhaled the fly. Hooking my hands in the waistband, I slid the shorts down his legs.

His cock was soft and fat, uncut, and hung over big balls. His chestnut bush matched the hair on his head.

"Suck it. Suck my big dick" he moaned.

I studied his hefty slab, threading back the foreskin. I got a whiff of his male essence. His cockhead became more bulbous as his shaft expanded. The hood of flesh stayed off the crown when I let go of the shaft. His cock flopped up and down, throbbing, begging to be sucked.

I glanced up at him. And for the first time noticed that the name tag on his jacket said "Clyde." I'd never had a Clyde before that I knew of, but I sure wanted this one. When I licked the delivery man's cock he clutched my shoulders.

He sat down on the bed of the truck among the various sized parcels and I kept my mouth fastened around his meat. What I'd expected to be a routine servicing of a straight stud was taking a turn. He reached up under my shirt and tweaked my nipples. I liked that. It showed reciprocation. Often, some of the straightest guys will treat you better than those gays who are jaded, preferring only hard-core sex-- all give or all take.

Clyde wasn't much interested in my cock when I hauled it out but he was very interested in my ass, enough to pull his cock out of my mouth and flip me over on my belly. He was a strong stud, I liked that. He fingered my ass crack and probed my hole.

Contrary to popular belief, I'm usually macho. I've done more fucking than getting fucked. But I've been known to back up on a good stiff one now and then whenever the mood hit me.

I was in the mood and Clyde looked like stud enough to handle me. A big thick juicy cock with a heavy set of nuts was just the ticket to get my ass.

To let him know that he was on the right track, I shed my clothes like a slut. He liked how my smooth fair body contrasted with his swarthy skin.

"Oh yeah, I want that big thing up my ass," I crooned.

"I thought so. I heard that's what most fags, excuse the expression, like."

"That's not necessarily true," I said. "You ever fuck a guy before?"

"Nope. My old lady just divorced me. Found herself a rich guy to fuck. He can pay her bills, I couldn't. Nothing was ever good enough for her. She spent most of my paycheck on her clothes."

I wasn't really interested in his personal life, not at the moment. All I could think about was how hot and hard that big dick of his would feel up my ass. Now it had softened. I jacked it to make him keep his mind on the business at hand.

It was far from comfortable on that corrugated metal deck of the truck but I'd been fucked in worse places. Like the time that French sailor followed me to the railroad yard in San Diego and poured it to me in a wooden boxcar. I was afraid I'd get splinters in my dick.

"Shove that big thing in me" I begged.

"Get up on all fours. I'm gonna fuck you like a bitch."

I lifted up and managed to get a gob of spit in my crack.

Clyde punched his cock right in my hole. It was bigger and thicker than I anticipated. It felt like it was touching my heart, it was in so deep.

I shivered and moaned.

"Do it to me. Fuck me."

Clyde's cock was stiff and made my asshole burn as he pumped it. Once my assring was amply stretched I wanted it all.

"Shove it in me, the whole thing. Oh yeah. Oh fuck!"

I looked over my shoulder while Clyde fed his dick to me. He looked down, fascinated by the sight and feeling of his cock boring into my hole.

When I get fucked by a real stud like Clyde my cock gets hard as nails. It's not so sensitive, because my ass is on fire, but I like it when a stud is aware of how I feel.

Clyde was on top of everything. Especially for a straight stud. He reached underneath me and tugged back on my balls. I wanted to yelp but enjoyed the pain of so much pleasure. He fondled my cock. He pumped it in the same rhythm that he sluiced into my hole.

"Fuck me, stud. Oh yeah, keep doing it. More. Don't stop. Oh, it's so fucking big, so fucking hard!"

"Take it, bitch. Take my big cock!"

"Oh fuck, it's so stiff. It's gonna shoot. Do it, shoot it off up my ass. Cream me!"

Clyde increased the rhythm of the hand job he was giving me while he pumped my hole. I reached back and grabbed his smooth asscheeks and held on to him so that he wouldn't pull his dick too far back and fall out.

Just as the magical moment when his balls crashed against mine and I squirted all over the floor of the delivery truck, Clyde pulled out.

He grabbed hold of his stiff meat and blasted fiery cum drops all over my buttcheeks. That surprised me, his timing and imagination. But I liked it. I couldn't help but think he liked to splatter his ex-wife's tits and crotch with his creamy loads.

My asshole ached. I rolled over onto my back and watched him stroke his dick slowly. It stayed hard even after he came off. My back was coated with the puddle of cum I'd shot off, and my butt was sticky with his goo. I was happier than a hog wallowing in the mud.

"You want some more, don't you, bitch?"

I wasn't any body's bitch but I didn't complain, just nodded. Besides, I liked to look at a guy's face when he fucked me.

Clyde spread my legs and hooked my ankles on his strong shoulders. He stared at my crack.

"What's wrong?"

"I like to look at your asshole. It looks like my ex-wife's pussy, only it's tighter."

I didn't know what this fantasy was but I did know that I wanted his big meat to cram my twitching hole again.

"I ain't been fucked all that much."

"No need for lies. I don't care. Always wanted to get in her backdoor but she said that was perverted."

"Do it to me, guy. Do your stuff."

Clyde looked at my hole for the longest time. I'd never had that sort of fascination for bungholes but I'd never been interested in pussies either. He fingered my hole and made me squirm. I wanted him real bad. Just looking at him made me crave him.

"Fuck me. I'll be your bitch, whatever you want. Just put your big dick in me. I want it. I need it bad."

Clyde slid his mean cock right in up to the hilt. My asshole ached and burned while he stroked my hole.

He took my ankles off his shoulders and held my legs apart. I held them underneath. He watched his cock go in and out of my hole, in deep, nearly out, then in again, the rounded head and shaft buried in my bowels.

I moved my ass around and humped him back.

"More. Faster. Harder!"

Clyde slammed his cock up my hole. He grabbed my throbbing pole and fisted it so hard I thought he'd pull it off.

"Fuck me. Keep fucking me. Don't stop. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

I blasted my second load all over the place, all over Clyde, all over my torso. That made him pump me all the harder. My asshole spasmed around his big cock.

"Here it fucking cums. Take it, bitch. Take my fucking load!"

He shot off so hard and deep in my guts that I figured I would walk funny for a week.

He collapsed on top of me, all sweaty and breathing real hard.

"Oh man, I ain't never been fucked like that, never in my life," I said.

"You're a good fuck." I guess that was as close to a compliment as he could make, being a straight cat.

His cock softened and slithered out of my asshole. It was like five inches and real thick even when flaccid.

Clyde packed his tool back in his uniform pants. He looked terrific. There's a glow and confidence about a stud that I like after he gives a good performance. With him it was a double feature.

I scrambled around and got my clothes back on. I was ready to go when he stopped me.

He poured hot coffee from a thermos and gave me a cup. I wasn't really thirsty or hungry but figured this was just Clyde's way of being nice. He insisted that I eat half of a huge thick beef sandwich that was delicious but not as tasty as his own salami.

"Thanks for everything," I said.

I was kind of touched by his honesty and innocence. He even gave me his phone number and told me to give him a call sometime.

Usually, as cruel as it sounds, I toss a trick's number in the trash. It's often just a gesture, and likely a phony number.

I waited a few weeks, busy at work putting in overtime, until I was real horny, then I gave Clyde a jingle.

"Man, I didn't think you were ever going to call."

He gave me his address and I drove over to his rented room. We drank beer and he fucked me twice. This happened several more times until he found another woman. He used me but I didn't care. I fucking loved it.



Delivery in Darkness



His world was one of darkness. Sounds, smells, and textures were what he used since he was 15 when sight abandoned him. He is 40 now, and doing well. A thriving computer business, and a former career in teaching made him a fairly versatile, flexible guy. Now he was his own boss, staying as busy as he wanted, working from home, and fielding most of his work over the phone.

One afternoon he was answering email when his dog saw someone coming up the driveway, and bolted for the door to greet whoever it was. He followed the big black lab up the stairs as the doorbell rang.

When he opened the door, there seemed to be nobody there. He went out on the deck, but found no one, though he thought he caught a faint lingering scent of an expensive perfume. Going back in the house, the scent was stronger. Could someone have slipped inside behind him? No, that's just not possible. Then the phone rang. He went to the nearest phone, and as he went to pick up the receiver, a gentle hand came down on his, touching and holding the phone, guiding it to his ear. Now the perfume was much stronger, and he knew why.

"Hello?" he said, as he now sensed the rest of the person in the house with him. She was about 5'3", petite but curvy build, but that was all he could tell as she stood next to him.

"Hello," the person on the phone said, "Did our delivery arrive?" they asked, "Her name is Kate. We can't tell you who this delivery is from, but we hope you'll enjoy yourself. You need not worry, everything is taken care of."

"Wait," he said, "This is crazy!" but the only reply he heard was the dialtone as the person on the other end hung up the phone.

He turned to the woman who was standing next to him. As he turned, she came into his arms and hugged him tightly. She broke the hug, and lifted her head to kiss him.

"Wait," he said when he could catch his breath, "Your name is Kate?" She nodded her head, and he felt the nod as she held him. "You're not going to talk to me, are you?" he asked, fearing the answer. He lifted her chin with his index finger and felt her head move from side to side slowly.

"I see. Well, then why are you here?" She took his hand and walked him to his chair, and sat him down in it. She then picked up his other hand in hers and kneeled in front of him.

He waited to see what would happen next. She brought his hands to her face, and guided them to lightly touch her hair, which was fine and silky, a little past shoulder length and thick. She brought his hands down to her ears, which were small and delicate, with small pierced earrings, then around to her face. It was an oval face, with a rounded chin, very soft lips, what seemed to be large eyes with long lashes. Her cheeks were high, and as his fingers traced her lips again, she playfully reached out her tongue and licked a finger tip, then quickly grabbed the finger gently with her teeth and slowly pulled the finger into her mouth, teasing the tip with her tongue as it went in deeper and deeper. She slowly sent the finger out, and as it came from between her lips she softly kissed it as if promising more.

Her hands now holding his wrists, she put them on her shoulders and slowly moved them around her neck. As his hands met at her throat, her head tilted back as if she was relishing the feel of them, closing her eyes and losing herself in the sensations. From what he had "seen" touched so far, she was wearing a simple sleeveless top with a medium neckline. She continued moving his hands, now moving slowly down the curve of her neck and up the curve of her breasts. They were larger than average, but not too much for her small frame, and he was able to feel a smooth bra under the shirt she was wearing. He also noticed that her nipples were already reacting to this touching tour. As the hands moved down, they found a slender rib cage, and waist, and then the hem of her shirt. She took his hands, and in one smooth motion lifted the shirt off and set it behind her, capturing his hands again quickly. Now she leaned into him a little more, and "showed" him the softness of the silk bra she had on. As he was touching each breast, gently stroking each nipple, she reached back and undid the clasp, and the bra fell away. Her breasts were very firm, and the nipples were now very hard. She gracefully stood up, and leaned into him, and he felt the soft skin of a nipple on his lips. He took each one and sucked it, nibbling a little and sending shivers down her spine. She then leaned back and brought his hands to the top of her skirt. He could feel the swell of her hips, and the curve of her ass as she slowly turned in front of him. She stopped facing him again, and he heard the sound of a zipper, and then the rustle of fabric as it fell away from her body.

She reached for his hands again, and brought them to her knees, moving them slowly up and around the soft curves of her legs, then around her to the round cheeks of her ass. She stepped closer, and stood with her feet apart slightly. She put one of his hands on her hip, and took the other and curled all the fingers but two into a fist. These two fingers she used to trace the insides of her thighs, then to caress the top of her pelvis, moving down to show him the silky smoothness of her shaved mound. She put another finger in with the others, and used his index finger to slowly explore the thin line of wetness between her legs. She was shivering now, not from cold but from desire. Here she was, standing in front of him, and all he could "see" of her was what came through his hands.

He was amazed. This lovely creature in front of him was apparently here to fulfill a number of fantasies, and she was beautiful. Every curve of her, her scent, her skin. All very soft and sexy. It was nearly impossible to follow her lead, but he didn't want the magic to end.

Her desire was starting to become more urgent. She climbed up and sat on his lap, reaching up and kissing him long and hard, letting his hands wander all over her body. Everywhere he touched now, her skin was getting warmer and warmer. Her scent was now a mixture of the expensive perfume and her natural scent, and was filling his head with images of desire.

Next she pulled him to his feet, and started to undress him. She slowly worked her hands under his shirt, and lifted it over his head. When that was done, she spent time touching him as she had done for him before. Kissing what she touched, nibbling here and there, and sliding her bare skin against his when she could, just to tease. He felt every touch, every subtle contact of her skin on his. At this point he was hyperaware of her, waiting for each soft caress, each brush and contact.

Again she knelt in front of him, and slowly removed his pants. He stepped out of them, and she slowly admired his very erect penis. It was above average, long and relatively thick. She used her fingertips to softly stroke it, and it became even more rigid. She took it in her hand, and slowly moved her hand up and down, providing more complete stimulation. She then took his hands again and placed them on her shoulders as she bent forward and took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. He could feel the muscles of her throat contracting as she seemed to try and swallow everything at once. His legs were shaking, and before he stumbled, she brought him down on the floor and laid him on his back.

She was kissing him again, moving her body next to his. Soon she was on top, with the length of his cock up against her belly. She wiggled up , and straddled him. Reaching between her legs, she sank onto his cock slowly, wanting him to feel every second of his entrance. Soon he felt exactly how hot she really was. She began a slow rhythmic dance while he was inside her. She moved her hips back and forth, side to side, and he could feel the head of his cock at the top of her vagina. It was incredible, and he was afraid he'd cum any time. But just when that thought occurred to him, she slid off him and rolled onto her back.

Now she brought his hands back to her, and put them on her legs. As he felt what she was doing, she raised her legs, parted them, and brought them up nearly over her head. Then she brought his hands down and showed him as she parted her lips in invitation. He did not need any further encouragement. He gently climbed on top, and bent to kiss her as he slid his cock as deep inside her as it could go. Her breathing was getting faster now, and it seemed as though the deep penetration had set something off in her body. As he pumped into her, her body responded with a fever that pushed them to spiral higher and higher in mutual ecstasy.

Soon, much sooner than he wanted, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, and the orgasm hit them both like a nuclear explosion. Waves and waves of pleasure coarsed through both of them, seemingly without end. When it was finally over, he slid out and stretched out next to her, holding her sensuous body as they cooled off.

She tipped her head up and kissed him softly, and then got to her feet. She collected her clothes, got dressed, and was about to leave. Just as she was at the door, she quickly ran back to him, bent down and kissed him again, and quickly whispered in his ear, "Happy birthday to me" and then she was gone.



Delivery Linda



This is my first story to this website, and I hope that with the right response it won’t be my last. Please feel free to comment. Your opinions are most welcome. Thanks.  *** Rapidpulse18 ***

Delivery Linda.

I sat at work reading a few good stories on this website, and for the most part felt as horny as hell. I’d studied the menu and chose the stories that related to my own fetish side, stories that described in graphic detail just what I’d always wanted to happen to me. I became so engrossed It didn’t even register I had a visitor.

“Is anybody there?”

“God, sorry Linda, I was miles away. How are you; I haven’t seen you for ages?” I said hoping she hadn’t seen the erotic sex story on my computer screen. “I’ll just me deliver this package, and we’ll chat on the way out.” She said smiling. 

Linda used to be one of our regular delivery drivers, but for some reason I hadn’t seen her for ages. She was in her mid-fifties and not very attractive, but I often wondered what she’d be like in bed. She had long grey hair tied back, slightly rotting teeth, and her body had gained a few pounds over the years. Whenever I saw her, my eyes would drift in the direction of her saggy looking breasts. It was always obvious by the way her breasts lay beneath her grubby polo shirt, that she wasn’t wearing a bra. And that alone was enough to draw my attention away from the conversation we were having. She didn’t appear to be a woman with a high regard for hygiene either, but who was I to judge, after all she was always working whenever I saw her. In any case, the scruffy dirty look in some respects seemed to turn me on, god knows why. 

We talked about the usual things you do when you haven’t seen someone for ages, and as usual my eyes kept watch for the slightest glimpse of a protruding nipple, which to my disappointment never materialised. 

“Tell you what, I’ve got three more drops to do before I finish. Why don’t you pop round for a coffee when you finish work?” she said on her return. 

Linda lived in mobile home about ten minutes walk from where I worked. I have to say I felt a little uneasy about the whole thing, nevertheless my fantasising mind went into overdrive. That evening I left work and headed to see Linda. I’d never been there before, although I knew where she lived. I was greeted at the door and noticed straight away that she stood in the same clothing I’d seen her wearing just a few hours before. We went inside and her offer of coffee turned to cold beer instead. We sat side-by-side on her not so clean sofa sipping our drink as we talked. “Let me show you round, it’s not much I agree, but it’s home,” she said as she raised herself from the sofa. 

“Could I just use your bathroom before my guided tour?” I asked as we entered the hallway. “Sure love, just through that door there.” She said pointing me in the right direction. 

The moment I entered her bathroom I could smell the aroma of stale urine. As bathrooms go it was pretty basic, the décor was in need of some attention, and the only piece of furniture was a laundry basket placed under the hand washbasin. I stood for what seemed like ages with my cock in my hand trying to concentrate on taking a pee, but for some reason my eyes kept drifting in the direction of the laundry basket. It was then I did something I’ve never done before. I lifted the lid and began rummaging through my delivery woman’s laundry basket. Why I can’t say, I just did. My heart pounded in my chest as I held a pair of her soiled panties in my hand, the strong smell of urine drifted freely up my nose. I felt dirty and ashamed, but that didn’t stop me lifting her panties to my eager nose, while my other hand rubbed my stiffening cock. 

I was in this woman’s home purely on a friendly basis. I knew there wouldn’t be anything sexual taking place between us – how ever much I wished it would – so my thought was get this fantasy over with while I still had the chance. You must understand I was sexually attracted to this older woman, older woman just do it for me, and they always have. I know it’s no excuse, but I wanted to taste this woman any way I possibly could. So, here I was opening her panties to revel the stained gusset and lifting it to my open mouth. I licked along the fabric tasting her mixture of urine and pussy cream, while slowly rubbing my hard-on. The closer I became to shooting, the more panty fabric I sucked in my mouth. 

“You alright in there?” 

SHIT… In panic I throw the panties in the basket, zipped up my trousers, pulled the chain and headed for the door.

“Sorry just coming.” That was a bloody understatement.

I opened the door and made the excuse my zip got caught – little lie – then apologised for taking so long. We headed for the living room and continued with our drink and small talk. Obviously in my absence she’d totally forgot about my guided tour, and I didn’t mention it either.

“I just had a thought. While we’re sitting here talking I could be putting my washing on, that’ll save me a job in the morning.” She said, as she got up and left the room. “I won’t be long, just make yourself at home, switch on the TV if you like?” I sat there disappointed, but at the same time I realised how lucky I’d been. I’d locked the door when I entered the bathroom, and her panties were safely returned to the laundry basket. I figured although it was a close call, there was no need to feel guilty or ashamed of myself. So I sat back sipping my beer admiring the not so fresh décor. 

“Sorry about that sweetheart. Now where were we? Oh yeah, I’m just being curious, but do you like older woman?” She said putting her hands into her work trouser pockets. “Er, well… yeah I get on with most people really I…” My feeble answer was cut short by her abrupt tone. “I meant do you like screwing older women?” She snapped. “Yeah I guess.” I answered, albeit a bit embarrassed at her frankness. She moved towards me, planted her open mouth on mine, and pushed her tongue inside. Visions of her almost decaying teeth flooded my mind, but that didn’t deter me from responding with my own tongue. She broke our kiss and continued: I saw you taking a sneaky look at my tits when I was talking to you at work earlier, and I knew then I wouldn’t have a problem getting you round here. I take it you do want to screw me don’t you? I mean I bet you’d love to know how my mature pussy tastes wouldn’t you. Although, if my memory serves me right, you’ve already tried in a way haven’t you?” 

“Meaning,” I said with an element of surprise in my voice. “Well,” she began. “I went to do my washing, and guess what? I found a pair of my panties which to my surprise were wet, now how could that be, I wore them ones two days ago so why were they wet?” I had no answer; all I could do was shrug my shoulders. Linda stood before me with the evidence in her hand, a big grin on her face, and her eyes fixed on mine waiting for the explanation I didn’t have the nerve to deliver. 

“You really disappoint me. I mean, I kindly invite you into my home and this is how you repay me. Actually I find it really disgusting, although I suppose I should be flattered. Whatever made you do that? Do you like sweaty, smelly pussies or something; after all, they were taken off after a hard days work.” 

I just stood there; there was nothing I could say to cover my stupid spur-of-the-moment actions. I’d never done anything like that before, and after this, I’d never do it again. I was ashamed and embarrassed beyond belief. I just wanted to…

“Well, did they smell nice? Did you like the taste of my dirty cunt?” 

“Yeah I did. And another thing, if I fucking disgust you so much, why the hell did you push your tongue into my mouth and kiss me like that knowing what I’d done?” I shouted back trying to embarrass her. She couldn’t answer my question, although I could see a faint smile appearing on her face. 



“Come here you dirty bastard.” She said grabbing my arm and leading me to her bedroom. Once inside the room, she swung round, put her arms over my shoulders and pressed her mouth on mine. I no longer felt ashamed, nor did I feel embarrassed. My tongue invaded her mouth, it flicked its way around the inside mixing our saliva as it went. I could feel the excitement building, my hands gripped her arse and I pulled her towards me. I rubbed and squeezed each arse cheek, and then we broke apart. 

Linda removed her polo shirt to reveal a mouth-watering pair of sagging breasts. Her nipples were fully erect and large. I wanted to suck ‘em. I wanted to kiss, and massage her ageing tits, but first I striped off my clothes. Linda sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood before her naked except for my boxer shorts. I leant forward and kissed her full on the mouth for the third time that day. My hand cupped her left breast and I gently squeezed feeling her soft skin. I tweaked and played with her nipples while slowly kissing my way down the front of her neck. Linda began to tense as I reached her succulent tits and began sucking the flesh into my mouth. I could smell the odour of sweat escaping from under her armpit, which somehow added to my horny state.

I unbuttoned her trousers and lowered the zip, while at the same time continuing to suck and gently bite her hard nipples. My heart was once again pounding in my chest; I knew I wanted what was about to be revealed to me. I removed her trousers in one movement and pulled her legs apart, looking at Linda I smiled.

“No!” She said, “Let me wash first?” I smiled again and moved in closer. I pressed my face into her crutch and was hit with the smell of stale piss, sweat, and whatever else had accumulated down there. My tongue left my mouth and pressed hard against the fabric, forcing its way up and down her slit. “Oh God, you dirty bastard. Please… please… eat my filthy pussy,” she gasped. I didn’t need telling twice. I pulled her panties down, lifted ‘em to my nose, and sniffed. 

The aroma was amazing, but it wasn’t enough, I wanted the real thing so I took it. Pulling her outer lips apart I glided my wet tongue along her slit. The taste was a mixture of sweat, piss, and her love juice. I lapped like a cat wanting more. “Oh God that feels good. Clean it… clean my pussy, don’t waste a single drop. Do I taste good? Do you like the taste of piss?” She yelled. I didn’t answer I just kept sucking her hard clit, and swallowing whatever entered my mouth. 

“Oh fuck… Here… is this what you like you dirty…” A quick gush of urine entered my mouth and I swallowed. The salty taste hitting my taste buds, I hadn’t expected that, but I drank it down all the same. My tongue continued its work until I could feel her orgasm reaching its peak, then I eased off and slid my tongue down to meet her arse. I licked around its surface tasting what remained of her bodily waste. I could feel the pressure on my tongue as Linda pushed down trying to force my tongue inside her. Her arse began to open and my tongue slid inside, not far, but far enough to cause Linda to gasp.

“Yeah that’s it, do it, fuck my arse. God you’re a dirty bastard, but don’t stop, it feels so fucking good.” She moaned. Whether it felt good or not, time was running out for me. My cock was harder than it had ever been before; the pre-cum dripping from its tip told me it was my turn. I gently rubbed my cock while gliding my tongue back to meet Linda’s pussy. I sucked and licked on her throbbing clit until I felt her reaching her peck, and then I speeded up faster and faster until she could take no more. 

“I’m cum… cum… cumming,” she yelled. I felt Linda’s hand grip my hair and pull. My tongue was beginning to ache, but I continued my licking pace until suddenly her orgasm overwhelmed her. Gush upon gush of pure cum covered my face. I swallowed as much as I could, not wanting to waste a single drop. 

I quickly got up and positioned myself between Linda’s legs; gently I guided my pulsing cock to her soaking wet opening. Linda’s breathing had started to ease a little, but not for long, I pushed forward and I was finally inside her. All my gentlemanly ways no longer existed; all I wanted to do was fuck Linda as hard and fast as I could. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but it felt so good to be inside her I didn’t want it to end. I was getting close, sweat began to drip down my face, and my breathing became harder to control. Nevertheless, I continued ramming my hard cock deep inside Linda’s tight pussy. 

Knowing I was about to cum I pulled out and stood up, and without saying a word Linda took my throbbing cock into her warm mouth. She licked up and down the shaft and took me deep into the back of her throat. Her sucking skill was amazing; it almost felt like my cock was being turned inside out. 

“Ahhh, Linda I’m… going to… cum.” My cock jerked once, twice, three times filling Linda’s mouth to overflowing. I looked at her face and watched as my love cream oozed from her mouth, I loved that sight and wanted to see it again, but somehow I doubt I will. Well, not with Linda anyway….



Delivery Man



This is a true story. I changed some names and left other names out to keep this a secret to everyone but our dear readers.

*

About 10 years ago I was working for a furniture store in central New York in their customer service department. Many of our high end customers were difficult to work with and to say they were demanding is an understatement.

One customer in a particular lived three hours north of our location and Mr. Kelly or his partner, Mr. Smith, called daily complaining about their new mattress. Finally they ordered a new bed, but it took weeks to come into the store. During this time I took grief beyond imagination from these two. The mattress was delayed twice and when it finally arrived the warehouse failed to load it on the truck for delivery that Saturday. I had to call Mr. Kelly, but I didn't want to give him bad news again. Last time there was a delay he threatened to cancel his order, which would have stuck the store with an expensive mattress they would never sell. Taking some initiative, I asked the store owner if I could rent a Ryder truck and deliver the mattress myself. He agreed, I called Mr. Kelly who was thrilled I would be delivering the mattress on my own, he gave me directions and off on a three hour road trip I went on a hot summer's Saturday afternoon.

When I arrived at Mr. Kelly's house, which was located on a country road in the middle of nowhere, I called him from my cell phone to let him know I was there and asked if he could help me bring the new mattress in and take the old mattress out. He told me he would be right out. I got out of the cab of the Ryder truck, went around and opened the gate. Mr. Kelly came out of his home, and to my surprise was wearing nothing but a jock strap and flip-flops.

"A little hot out today, hah?" I asked as he made his way to the truck, wondering what would posses a man to go out in public like this. Sure, his nearest neighbor was a mile away, but what if someone drove down the road? Then I really got a good look at the size of his bulge and it made me a bit jealous. He was packing a big unit in there. My wife was satisfied with my standard six inches. I even kept my balls and bush shaved for her so she wouldn't get any hair in her teeth during oral. Not to mention it felt really good when we fucked.

"Sure is, I usually go around nude," He retorted non-nonchalantly, "No cars are ever down here so I pretty much go nude all summer long. Hope it's OK." 

"Fine by me." What would I care. I slid the mattress to him, he got a firm grip on it and hoisted. When he did I noticed he was starting to tent out in his jock strap. Must have turned him exhibiting in front of me like he was. I couldn't help but stare. He looked back and caught me.

"I can take the jock off if you would like." He said as he smiled. 

"No, it's OK like it is," Embarrassed, I turned my attention to the mattress, took it the rest of the way off the truck and without another word we carried it into his home. All the while I felt my own cock hardening as I found myself thinking about Mr. Kelly's unit. I had some bi experiences when I was younger, mostly oral, but since I got married I hadn't thought about sex with another man. Today it all rushed back to me at once. I didn't know what to expect when we got inside. 

The place was beautiful. They must have made good money doing something to afford to live like this in East Bumfuck. Oak finishing, tile flooring. Persian rugs. The bedroom was on the second floor. We manipulated the mattress up the stairs and into the bedroom. I noticed his cock had actually escaped the confines of the jock strap as it was now poking out. It was about nine inches long, thick and veined. A monster of a cock. Once again, Mr. Kelly caught me staring.

"Oops, sorry. Sometimes he has a mind of his own." He laughed and we set the mattress on it's side, leaning against the wall next to the bed. The old mattress was still in the bed frame.

"You have to lay on it to understand why we are returning it. It's just plain uncomfortable." He motioned to the bed and I complied. I sat on the end corner of the bed and laid back. The matress seemed fine to me, but he was the customer and if they wanted a new mattress, they would get a new mattress. 

"Saw something you liked I see." Mr. Kelly said, stepping away from the new mattress. It was obvious I had a rock hard boner in my jeans. Then, as if it had a mind of it's own, the new mattress fell towards the bed. Mr. Kelly was facing me and it knocked him onto the bed and in turn onto me. Suddenly we were sandwiched between two mattresses.. The way he fell we made a human "T", with his pelvis was right at my face. I quickly learned he too was completely shaven and smooth because his cock slapped right across my mouth from the force of the mattress knocking him down. Here I was, trapped on bed with a man's cock on my mouth. I gasped for air, Mr. Kelly arched his back and his cock popped into my mouth. It tasted salty from sweat and being confined in the jock strap. He let out a sudden groan and started pumping his unit, thrusting his pelvis back and forth. I let him fuck my mouth and started playing with the shaft with my tongue, licking it up and down as he thrust it in and out. The more I sucked Mr. Kelly's cock, the harder and hornier I got. This was the first time I had a cock in my mouth since high school and I remembered why I hadn't done it since then. I liked it too much.

"I felt so bad . . . for being so mean to you . . . .on the phone," he whispered to me between thrusts, "I had hoped . . . .to make it up to you. . . and it seems I am." He grunted and I felt his cock get rigid and knew what was coming. Without warning he let out a roar and exploded down my throat, filling my mouth with his salty semen. It had been so long since I tasted another man's cum. I forgot how delicious it was. I sucked down every last drop. He stood up, leaning the mattress back against the wall. This time it stayed. I noticed his cock was still hard.

"You've done that before, haven't you?" He asked. I just smiled in return, "Let's get you out of those jeans, shall we?" I unbuttoned my pants and he pulled them off. I don't wear underwear and my cock sprang right up, "Nice one, buddy. I like them your size. Mr. Smith is so big, he stretches my ass good. But sometimes I like to get fucked buy a nice normal cock." He wanted me to fuck him! Without hesitation I moved aside and Mr. Kelly hopped on the bed on his hands and knees. I stood up behind him. I spit on my hand juiced my cock up. It was already leaking per-cum like mad and my cock was now nice and slick. I spit on his shaved asshole and worked a finger in it. He was tight but relaxed. A second finger loosened him up nicely and leaned into him, my cock penetrating his ass in one thrust. Mr. Kelly moaned in appreciation as I entered him. 

"Now, fuck me, delivery boy!" He shouted. I mounted him, arching my legs around his hips, riding him like I would when I fucked my wife. Except this wasn't my wife, it was something better, at least for the moment. I bucked into him harder and harder. His rectum muscles tightened on my cock and squeezed it. After a few minutes I couldn't take it any longer.

"I'm going to cum!" I screamed, and he fell forward, my cock popping out of his ass. He flipped around and sucked my cock into his mouth. I let out the biggest orgasm, erupting into his mouth in the same manner he had done to me earlier, filling it. He continued to suck me as I my cock quivered in his mouth. Normally I would ask my wife to stop at this point, but his mouth felt so good on my cock I kept it in there as he sucked every drop out of me. I collapsed onto the bed, face first next to him.

"Now it's your turn!" He said with glee. His cock never relaxed, even after he had blown his load in my mouth. He reached onto the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. I knew what he wanted now, this was something I had never tried before. My wife had stuck her finger in my ass a couple times and I had like that. How different could this be?

For starters, a nine inch cock with a nearly three inch circumference is not a finger. Or two for that matter.

Mr. Kelly lubed my hole good with his fingers. He slipped one with little resistance, then a second. It hurt a little, but he knew what he was doing, he slowly worked them into my ass, finding my prostate he began to massage it. I felt my cock stiffen back to life, bolts of electricity shooting through my scrotum as Mr. Kelly poked and rubbed my prostate. Then he stopped. I looked around and he mounted me as I lay prone, slipping his huge member slowly into my waiting hole. It was huge, at first it seemed he was going to split me half, but the pain quickly passed. As he began to thrust back and forth, the sensitive nerves in my rectum were stimulated beyond belief. Every thrust poked my prostate and sent a shiver up my spine and through my cock.

He built up momentum, slamming into me as I lay there on his old mattress, moaning in ecstasy. Why I had never tried this before I didn't know, but one fucking had me hooked. I started bumping back into him as he fucked me, clenching my ass cheeks tight around his massive cock. He pushed down hard on my back with his hands and thrust deep into me, pushing my prostate over the edge. I arched my ass up in the air and started coming without touching my cock. Wave after wave of cum spurted into the mattress I had to return to the store. Letting out another loud moan, I felt his cock shooting cum into my ass. He kept coming and coming. How he still had this much of a load left in him was a mystery. Then he fell onto me once again, exhausted and panting, dripping in sweat. I felt his cock soften in my ass and finally let itself out as he went flaccid. My ass seemed empty without it. He rolled off me. I heard a door open. 

"Hello?" It was Mr. Smith, home. Moments later he appeared in the bedroom doorway, smiling, "Well, I see you took advantage of our delivery man." 

"You must have a go with him, dear. He's delicious," Mr. Kelly replied. 

"I think I just might do that!" Mr. Smith started unbuttoning his shirt and trousers. They fell to the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear either. And his cock was at least an inch longer then Mr. Kelly's. At that moment I knew I wasn't leaving any time soon.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Delivery Man



We had been promising ourselves a mid-winter break for years, but every time we tried to arrange one something would happen. Christmas would arrive, New Year would come around and before we knew it Spring had sprung and we were looking forward to a summer holiday on some remote island in the Mediterranean.

This year was to be different, we had booked four nights in a remote cottage months in advance, and December 1st had finally arrived when we loaded the car and set off in search of a relaxing break with no internet, and hopefully, no phone network. 

Veronica was like a kid at Christmas, she was more excited than she normally gets when we are setting off to a truly exotic location. When I asked her what she was so happy about, she mysteriously answered that as it would be my birthday while we were away she had planned a special treat. The mystery had started when she booked the cottage, she had been very specific that she wanted a log fire, she wanted remote and she wanted oak beams. 

Two hours after leaving home we turned off the main road and drove for at least ten minutes along a rough farm track. With no street lights we could only see what was illuminated by our headlights, which only made the cottage, when we finally arrived at it, seem even more remote than it probably was. 

Almost before the ignition was off, Veronica was out of the car and releasing the cottage key from its security box next to the front door. 'Leave the bags for now and come and have a look' she called.

Obedient as ever, I followed her into a cosy room lit by a log burner that the owner had presumably prepared in advance for our arrival. Perhaps we weren't as remote as we thought we were.

'Wow! It's gorgeous' she purred as she walked around the tiny lounge area switching on a lamp. 

The extra light revealed a small but sumptuously furnished lounge located at the log burner end of the room to my right, and a small but very classy kitchen at the other end. Bijou was a word that sprang to mind.

I was still looking around when Veronica called down to me from above. I looked up to see she had already ascended the stairs that were to the left of the entrance door. 'This is perfect, come and look at where you will be spending a lot of time over the next few days.'

'I hope by 'you' that you actually mean us.' I said as I made my way up to her.

'Oh, you'll be surprised at what I have planned for the next few days my man.' There she was again Mysterious Veronica. 'And this room is perfect for it'. It? What was it?

The stairs led straight into the bedroom, meaning the heat from the fire kept the whole cottage toasty warm. I looked around; the room was simply, but expensively furnished with a double bed, an armchair and a table with a lamp on it. There were several exposed beams to the walls and ceiling. A door led to a small bathroom, and behind me I could look directly down to the entrance door of the cottage. 

'Go get the bags, and get yourself back up here right now. You need a shower before we start.' I recognised that tone; Veronica wanted to play already, and the way she had ordered me to get the bags meant that she was in the mood for a little game. The kind of game she knew I liked! 

In no time at all I was back in the room with our single suitcase and a small leather one that looked like an old fashioned doctor's bag. Veronica could see the quizzical look on my face as I set it down on the small table and made a move to open it. 

'Leave it!' she almost barked, 'and get in the shower'. Veronica was in one of her rare, but very sexy, dominant moods! I obeyed without hesitation and in no time at all returned to the bedroom, scrubbed and soaped from head to toe. 

Veronica had already unpacked and secreted the suitcase away out of sight, there were several lit candles (from the doctor's bag?), and the room was incredibly warm, she must have opened the fire up while I was in the shower. 

She was sitting comfortably in the armchair with a fluted glass of champagne (what else did she have in that bag?!), she smiled and told me to stop right where I was. Okay, no problem. I was hoping we'd get straight into the big bed, but she clearly had other plans. 

Emptying the glass in one go, she stood to approach me. That was when I saw the small multi headed whip in her other hand! My eyes opened wide in surprise, she noticed my shock and gave her thigh a smack with it as she walked. I was fighting the urge to ignore her instructions to remain where I was. I just wanted to pick her up on my way to the bed to fuck her, but the prospect of finding out what she intended to do with the whip stopped me. I didn't even know she owned a whip!

She circled me as if making an inspection, smiling as she ran a finger over my hip; 'Now it's time to prepare you properly for our little break. Raise your arms up to the beam please, and no protesting from this point on. I am in charge.' She struck me gently across my buttocks with the whip. Even though she'd only had the one glass, the bubbles had clearly gone to work; she was speaking, and acting, with a confidence that was incredibly arousing.

I raised my hands above my head, and was surprised when they met with a length of soft rope that was hanging from an overhead beam with a pair of handcuffs attached to one end. My cock twitched. I'd swear Veronica's voice was trembling as she instructed me to put the cuffs on.

I was not about to disobey an order like that and in no time at all the cuffs were securely fixed around each wrist, Veronica immediately went behind me and took a hold of the other end of the rope. She walked away from me taking the rope to a large cast iron loop that was attached to another beam, probably there from the days the building was presumably used as a barn. Like a complete bondage pro, she pulled the rope through the loop with enough force to make me gasp aloud. My hands were firmly tugged skyward. I wasn't exactly on tip toes, but I really was being pulled toward the beam with enough force to mean that I was as stretched as possible without being in actual pain. I was also unable to stand with my feet flat on the floor. This was a long way further than Veronica had ever gone before with any games we had experimented with. 

It was at that moment that I realised I was already sporting a full blown erection. Veronica noticed it too, and tutted as she shook her head in mock admonishment. 

'You're enjoying this already aren't you, you naughty boy? And I haven't really started yet. There's going to be a long evening ahead before that gets a rest!' She pulled down harshly to expose the head of my cock completely. 

Letting go of me she resumed to her inspection of my body. 'Not bad. I like you stretched like this, it's going to make my work so much easier, and your cock looks lovely. All defenceless and vulnerable'. She dragged a long sharp fingernail up the hard shaft and then circled behind me. The same nail slid down my back, much harder this time, I moaned at the exquisite pain it caused. 

I realised I hadn't said a word since coming out from the shower, but before I could remedy that by telling her to strip off to join me naked in the warm cottage, Veronica put a finger to my lips.

'I do like my men to be quiet while I prepare them, so I hope you don't mind if I just make sure you remain silent'. She picked up the bag and took it to the bathroom behind me, when she reappeared, she had unbuttoned her blouse to allow me a view of her gorgeous breasts. It was clearly an attempt to distract me as I watched her unroll a length of strong parcel tape. What was she up to? 

She stood before me, biting the tape to detach a strip from the roll before stretching up to kiss me on the lips, her tongue tasted of sweet champagne as she probed my mouth deeply before breaking away. She held the strip of tape stretched out before her and gently applied it across my mouth. I didn't protest at all, meekly accepting that I was now completely in her control.

She went to the table for another sip of champagne and turned to face me. She looked flushed and paused for a second to presumably take in the view before her, clearly pleased to see my cock still pointing skyward. I wanted to ask her what she had planned next, but the gag was secure enough to make any attempt to speak pointless. 

When she stepped towards me, she looked somehow different, there was an obvious edge of mischievousness in her expression, lust even. She bit her bottom lip sexily and gave the air a swish with the whip. This was either going to be amazing, or incredibly painful. Maybe both.

She walked behind me and let out a low moan. I tensed my body in readiness.

A warm hand caressed my left hip, I began to relax. Wrong move. The hand had been a distraction.

I actually heard the swish from the whip before the first exquisite wave of intense pain was felt on my right buttock. I tried to call out but the tape was doing its job.

'You've always told me I would enjoy this, so I've been reading up on the subject. It seems some men like to be dominated.' THWACK! The whip struck my bare flesh again. I tried to call out again, but the only sound I could make came out like a whimper. 'I wasn't too sure at first, but from the moment I taped your mouth up, I knew this was going to be more fun than I could ever have imagined.'

She walked around in front of me and ran the whip gently from my balls up to the head of my cock. There was a look of the devil in her eyes as she casually looked me up and down.

'Your cock looks like its enjoying itself.' The whip gave the head a gentle caress. I tensed up again. 

The first few lashes against my balls were fairly gentle, but she wasn't so sparing with the shaft. The fronds of the whip felt like they had wrapped themselves around it as she flicked at it repeatedly. That was it, if she didn't stop there and then I was going to shoot a jet of cum across the entire length of the room. I felt like I was about to explode.

Veronica must have sensed that I was on the edge of losing control and returned to give my buttocks and back a few more stokes, I was moaning into my gag with a mixture of pleasure and pain, my erection betraying just how turned on I was. I was now hanging from my wrists, enjoying the agony of her seemingly endless lashes - never too hard to indicate that she had lost all control, but certainly hard enough to teach me a lesson about being more careful what I wish for in future!

At last she stopped, and I watched enviously as she sipped more of the cool champagne. 

She was breathing heavily by now, with beads of sweat causing her blouse to cling to her breasts. I watched her stare at my body as she sipped her drink, 

'I think it's time for a little treat.' She poured the remainder of the glass into her mouth and removed the clinging blouse as she walked towards me. Her body was glistening with sweat and she looked as horny as hell with her breasts swaying. With that mischievous a look still on her face, she knelt on the floor in front of me.

Taking care to ensure not a drop of champagne was spilt, she gently lowered her mouth over the swollen head of my cock - the combination of warm lips and cool fizz felt incredible. When she swallowed the last of the champagne it felt like she was swallowing my cock with it! I closed my eyes at the sheer pleasure of being deep throated with the champagne washing past my hard flesh.

Then it was over, my cock was released from between her soft warm lips, and I felt her cup my balls in her hand. I groaned with disappointment.

'Just relax and enjoy what you are about to receive. I think it's time to sort these out, I might give you little more punishment later though.' With that she left me to return to her bag of goodies in the bathroom. 

After what seemed like an age, she returned with a jug of hot water and shaving implements. My cock pulsed as soon as he applied a hot flannel to prepare it for what was next; a handful of shaving gel applied by her expert fingers. 

Taking far longer than was really necessary, she made sure I was sufficiently covered in the gel before taking up the razor. I moaned as the blade slid down my solid shaft all the way to my balls in one smooth movement. Veronica was in a world of her own now and ignored my whimpering as she continued to shave me completely over the next ten minutes, stretching my balls as far as she could, and bending my rock hard cock out of the way to ensure the entire area was completely smooth. 

At last, she knelt back to admire her work and smiled as she reapplied the flannel to wipe away any residue of the gel. When she was satisfied that the job was finished she leant forward to lick me from under my balls all the way to the tip of my cock. Finally, and mercifully, she opened her mouth to envelope the swollen purple head. I groaned with pleasure as her warm tongue swirled around me, I even began to fuck her mouth when she took me deep into her throat again. 

Then it was over! The first drops of pre cum were dripping from me when she stood up and stepped back. 

'Not yet darling, I haven't finished preparing you.' She disappeared to the bathroom again, leaving me literally hanging by my wrists, my legs were exhausted and I had been left so close to coming that my balls were aching with the need to be emptied.

When she returned, she had a fresh steaming hot jug of water with a bowl of wax floating in it. I shook my head and tried to yell at her not to do it. She immediately struck me with a new toy - a long thin riding crop, I yelped at the stinging blow. I stopped complaining immediately when she raised the crop as if to land another stroke. I quickly reasoned that the waxing would be less painful than the punishment.

I watched with trepidation as she began to apply the warm wax to my chest, followed by a strip of material. After she had made sure the strip was completely adhered to the wax, she struck! If I hadn't been gagged and tied to a beam, I would have hit the ceiling and the scream would have been audible for miles around. Fortunately, the pain was short lived and before I had a chance to even attempt to stop her, Veronica was applying fresh wax to a new area; 

'There, it wasn't as painful as you thought it would be was it?' As if she cared! I was just her toy. She started over with applying more of the molten wax.

For what seemed like an age, I whined into the tape when each tearing strip of waxed tape was wrenched from me with chest hair attached. I watched as my chest and abdomen were slowly but surely stripped. Finally, the last vestige of body hair was removed and I slumped down exhausted, literally hanging from the rope. 

Just to be sure nothing had been missed, Veronica gently smeared a fresh coat of gel over my smooth body before running the blade over every square inch of naked flesh. Each long stoke started from my balls all the way up to my neck until the gel had been completely removed. I looked down at my entirely smooth body. I hung there, feeling more relaxed than I would have ever thought possible.

'There, all done. Now let's have a look at you.' She stood back to admire her work like an artist looking at an easel, with the razor still in her hand like a brush. She began to circle around me, clearly enjoying having me entirely at her mercy. 

Standing behind me, she began to tut; 'Oh, dear, we can't have that. Not with the rest of you so smooth. You wait here, I'll be back soon.' 

I hung watching my erection begin to soften at last, thinking that at least whatever she planned to do next couldn't be any worse than what she had just done. Wrong! 

The heat of the molten wax as it was spread on my buttocks was probably the most painful feeling so far, that was until the first strip was torn from my skin. When I shook my head in an attempt to get her to stop, the riding crop whistled through the air before it struck my buttocks. Shit! What happened to my gentle wife?

'Quiet, or you'll regret it!' Just to emphasise her point, the riding crop landed across my arse again. I groaned into the tape, but tried my best to remain silent.

'That's better. You be a good boy, and this will be over soon.' 

The whole process of hot wax and tearing off of strips began again, only this time, because it was happening out of sight, I had no way of preparing for the latter. For an absolute age I flinched in agony at every application of wax, and flinched twice as much at its removal. The relief when she applied the gel was immense, I relaxed again as the razor swept the entire length of my back and over the smooth skin of my arse. Surely, she was finished at last! 

I was now completely, and utterly shaved and waxed. 

I guessed that I had been hanging for over an hour, and was utterly drained, I closed my eyes and began easily slipping into a semi dream like state. The mixture of pain and pleasure could not go on for much longer, if it did I would surely pass out with exhaustion. I could hear Veronica in the bathroom cleaning her shaving equipment and must have actually dozed off.

I opened my eyes with a start when I felt something brush against my cock. I looked down to see Veronica on her knees looking up at me. She looked into my eyes with what looked like pity and wrapped her fingers around my already hardening flesh. I was disappointed to see that she was now wearing one of my large T shirts, something you would usually do at home to lounge around in after a shower. Surely she wasn't cold? 

'I am being a bit cruel with this aren't I darling? It looks like you're desperate to come. This has been up and down so many times, and these must be full of nice warm cum'. She gripped my balls and caressed them gently before tugging down with enough force to have me wailing into the tape. I closed my eyes as the pain became almost too much to bear, but opened them again just in time to see the entire length of my now solid cock disappear into her mouth. 

Even though she had taken the whole length of the shaft and swollen head deep into her throat, she didn't gag or try to release herself when I instinctively began thrusting myself against her. Her head remained fixed in place as I basically fucked her mouth as hard as I could. She's deep throated me many times in the past, but this was beyond anything that had gone before. I could only imagine how much self-control was needed on her part, but this was unlike anything I had ever experienced, my cock was harder and definitely bigger than it had ever been, and I was virtually swinging from the beam as I watched the swollen purple head almost reappear from between her lips with each stroke of my thrusting, only to see the whole length return into her willing mouth. 

Throughout, she maintained a vice like grip on my balls, and knew what was coming when at last I screamed into the tape. I remained still, deep in her as the first shot left me to go straight down her throat. I felt her swallow as best she could with my hard flesh pulsing a huge amount of warm cum into her, but she remained in place until I finally relaxed, hanging from the beam, with my cock withdrawn from her and my eyes closed.

I heard her lick her lips and opened my eyes to see my beautiful wife looking at me with a look of absolute triumph on her face. She smiled and opened her mouth to show me her tongue. 'I didn't spill a drop, and boy, did you need that. I thought you were never going to stop' 

It's difficult to apologise when your mouth is taped. It's also difficult to gasp - as I wanted to when she stood up! 

I realised immediately why she had put on the T shirt; there, right in front of me, my gorgeous wife was staring at me trying to guage my reaction as she lifted the shirt over her head to reveal that she was wearing a large flesh coloured strap on. Not only was she wearing it, she was seductively stroking it up and down, clearly taking great pleasure in the action. 




Delivery Man



'In for a penny in for a pound is how the saying goes isn't it darling? When I read about bondage in those stories, I thought I'd never have the nerve to go so far, but seeing as how you seem to have enjoyed every second of your ordeal, I thought you might enjoy some real punishment. I am going to fuck you so hard you'll be begging me to stop before the night is over. Can you imagine this pushing into you?' She ran the palm of her hand over a huge bulbous head. I whimpered into the tape in anticipation of the pain she was about to inflict and wondered if she would really be so cruel.

Her voice was shaking, and I knew deep down that I would regret it forever if I tried to stop her. I also realised that stopping her would be almost impossible, she'd ignored every protest so far, why would she take any notice now? This new side of Veronica was a little scary, but God it was horny. 

I heard the top of a bottle being flicked open behind me and was grateful that she had at least remembered to bring some lubricant. I jumped as the as the cool lubricated 'flesh' touched me and began to slide up and down between the cheeks of my arse. She was really going through with it, and I was already moaning softly into the tape as I anticipated what was about to happen. Veronica pushed against me as the fingernails of one hand began to dig into my shoulder, the other hand presumably guiding the head of her cock against my reluctant opening. 

'If you could only see what I can, darling. My cock is so big and you look so tight.' She was breathing heavily as she spoke. 

'I've always known you would like me to do this to you. You've hinted so many times that I can't believe it's taken me so long to realise how good it feels to have a cock of my very own.' Her speech was becoming more ragged; 

'Can you feel me yet?' she must have been joking, I could feel myself being slowly, and painfully, penetrated. I whimpered into my gag. 

'The head is stretching you wider and wider. Oh my God, its going in... it's just... about... to... dis... appear.'

I could only groan in response as I felt myself close around the shaft after the head had forced its way in. I instinctively began to push back against her as the first inch or so entered.

'Oh, yes! I'm actually in you now, and here comes 8'' more... I am going to fuck you so hard...as soon as... it's all the way...' She pushed hard against me, '...in!' 

She grunted as the last of the shaft entered me, then screamed with pleasure when the strap-on harness pressed against her clit.

'Oh. My. God! That is sooo good!' 

'Uumph, oh yeah!'

'So, so good!' 

I could feel her grinding herself against me, my own legs were shaking as I clung to my restraints.

Then she began to withdraw, the veined shaft sliding out of me smoothly before once again being forced deep just before the head was released. By now Veronica was steadily fucking me with the full length of her cock. She inhaled deeply with each withdrawal before screaming aloud when deep thrusts forced the harness against her. She had said she was going to fuck me and I assumed the pleasure would be all mine, but how wrong could I have been? Not for the first time Veronica was oblivious to my pain, she had her fingernails deep into the flesh on my shoulders as clung to me. The pain was intense, and I was sure she must have drawn blood, but she was too far gone to care.

Her screams became louder and the thrusts ever more violent. I was grateful she had been so particular in her choice of such a remote location, the noise she was making would have caused all sorts of problems if we had stayed in a hotel, but I doubted she would have had the nerve to be so vocal and daring in a hotel room. 

'Good boy! You are enjoying this far more than I thought you possibly could. Yeeeessss, yeess, yes! Take it deeper... Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeeeesssss!!' 

The cottage was filled with her screams. She came buried deep into me with her fingernails tearing at the flesh of my back. It was too much for me, I simply hung from my wrists, exhausted and let out a barely audible whine when she finally pulled herself free, my arse was so abused there was no pain at all when the huge head finally left me. I was truly fucked. In every sense of the word.

She had fulfilled one of my fantasies (and I suspected one of hers too) by fucking me with a cock of her own. A fantasy I never thought she would be prepared to carry out, but I was guessing it wouldn't be the last time, Veronica had enjoyed herself far more than I would ever have believed. 

I stood as best I could, by now the soft rope had at least stretched enough to allow me to plant my feet flat on the floor, but the amazing sex had done for me. I was exhausted.

'You just stay here, I think it's time for a little 'me' time.' She gave me a little kiss on my shoulder and returned to the table to drink the last of the champagne (no wonder she had lost her inhibitions and was in such a dominating mood, champagne always had the same effect!). She walked back past me with her cock protruding in front of her, she seemed entirely comfortable walking around as if having an 8'' cock attached was completely normal. Her confidence and horniness were way beyond anything I had ever seen before.

A second or two later I could hear the shower. I began to imagine her washing those gorgeous tits and looked up to see if I could free myself, but it was clear she had tied me up well. Even if I had been able to escape to join her in the shower, it would have ruined her game. I had to obey and play by her rules, at least until she had showered and finally released me. I slipped into a semi-conscious state to the sound of the shower behind me.

For all I knew she could have been in there for a minute, or two hours but I almost jumped out of my skin when there was a knock at the front door. Now I really did want to escape, I pulled at the rope, tried to free my wrists from the cuffs and even contemplated trying to lift myself over the beam to get away. But before I could do anything Veronica was back in the room. 'It's only the grocery delivery, darling. You just hang around here while I deal with it.' 

She was still wet from the shower with her hair wrapped in a towel when she walked towards the bed. Without drying herself at all she threw her cock, now detached from its harness, onto the bed. I was naturally curious at the thought of her in the shower with her new toy, and wondered if she had actually used it on herself too! She slipped into a pair of tiny knickers and picked up a dressing gown that I had never seen before, turning to face me as she put it on. I couldn't believe what was on show; the thin material had stuck to her wet skin making it almost pointless putting the thing on! I couldn't speak, but the look in my eyes and the shaking of my head made it very clear that she should not be answering the door like that! 

'Thought you'd like it. Now let's hope they sent somebody cute. I haven't gone to all this trouble for a grumpy old git.'

It suddenly dawned on me that she had planned the delivery to coincide with her shower perfectly. I was still shaking my head when she walked towards me with her breasts swaying, and her very erect nipples completely visible. Despite myself, my cock twitched when she began to descend the stairs. I couldn't believe she was going to go through with it, but just as a second knock came at the door, I heard it open. 

I couldn't see the look on his face, but from the way his 'Good evening' trailed away, I knew he had just been given the most amazing view of my wife's tits.

'Hi,' came Veronicas breezy reply 'sorry to keep you waiting, I was just in the shower.' 

'No worries, I can see you were in the shower (cheeky, I thought). Would you like me to bring the bags through?' Surely, she would say no!

'If you're sure you don't mind, the kitchen's through here.' Shit, she was actually letting him in. Did she not realise how exposed she was?

'My pleasure' came the enthusiastic response.

'Would you like a drink or anything?' I could not believe my ears! What was she playing at? If I had been making the delivery I would have bent her over the kitchen table there and then! She must have known she was playing a dangerous game.

'I've just had my break so no to the drink, but I wouldn't mind a slice of anything.' He laughed at his innuendo as he said it to keep the conversation light, but it was obvious he was testing the water, wary of making a big mistake.

'Cheeky!' She actually giggled back 'my husband is upstairs waiting for me so you behave yourself'.

He was clearly flustered; 'Sorry madam, I thought you were... I thought...What I mean is...'

'Oh, don't worry, he's a bit tied up at the moment so won't be coming down. I'll just pop up and get my purse'.

When Veronica appeared back in the bedroom, I could see she was flustered, her cheeks were coloured and she was breathing heavily. Her gown had improved at all and her tits looked incredible. 

'Oh God, I feel so horny.' she whispered, 'and this looks like it needs a bit more attention.' We both looked at my stiffening cock. Then she was on her knees and sucking me back into her mouth like an animal, she was completely wild and began biting the hardening shaft and grabbing at my balls. I couldn't remain silent as I wailed with a mixture of agony and ecstacy. Part of me wanted her to free me to let me fuck her, but another part was screaming at her that she had to stop and get rid of the delivery guy! 

Thankfully, she stopped as suddenly as she had started. Her towel had fallen from her head, but she didn't bother replacing it, she looked even more stunning with wet hair dripping onto a wet gown. I thought she couldn't shock me any more than she already had, but she smiled as she loosened the belt on the gown to let it gape open. Fortunately the bottom remained closed, but now her tits were almost on full display, only the wetness of the material stopping the opening slipping past her erect nipples.  

'One last treat for him, I think.' With that she disappeared back down the stairs.

I heard him say; 'Oh My dear God! Wow!' He actually said that! 

I couldn't blame him, but even so, he had obviously made no attempt to pretend he wasn't looking. 

'Sorry I'm in a bit of a state, I didn't have time to dry myself when you knocked.' She was apologising!

'You don't need to apologise. Made my day you have, your husband is a lucky man.'

'You would not believe how lucky he is Mr Delivery Man. What is your name?'

'Paul. I'm going home to an empty bed after this delivery and you can be sure that I will be thinking about this when I get there.' I could hear the suggestive tone in his voice.

'I hope you will Paul. Here let me give you a little tip for being kind enough to bring everything in.' She was tipping him!

'No way. This has been my best delivery ever, and I need to go before I do something to ruin it.'

'If you're sure Paul, it seems a bit naughty to let you do that for me without a tip or anything.' She was definitely flirting now, definitely emphasising the 'anything'.

Then he crossed the line again; 'There's that anything again!'

'You are naughty, my husband might be able to hear us you know?' 

The next thing I heard was loose change scattering on the floor. 

'Silly me, I've dropped it everywhere!' 

What the Hell was she doing now? There was a break in their conversation whilst she was presumably picking up the dropped coins, before I heard;

'Oh, they are superb! Dear God, I did not expect anything like this in this old cottage tonight. Wow. Oh, wow!'

I fought to free myself. 

I heard Veronica giggle; 'You're lucky my husband's broad minded, if he could see me standing here with this stupid gown fallen open, exposing me like this! This isn't doing a very good job is it? It just slipped clean from my shoulders.' Shit, she really was showing him her tits. And she was so right, my cock was absolutely rock solid. 

'Oh, what wouldn't I do to just touch them?!' Paul was obviously imagining exactly what he would like do, and I'm sure he would be recalling every second of his encounter as soon as he got back to his flat.

'Oh my dear God. I'm going to remember this delivery for a very long time. You are stunning and your tits; I could...' 

'Go on then. Quickly and just once. You can touch them if you want to.' She sounded breathless, her voice shaking.

Noooo! No way. You silly woman, he will not be able to stop himself. 

He obviously didn't need a second invitation. There was about 5 seconds of silence followed by Veronica letting out a surprised yelp. 'Gently! There that's better, be gentle with them. That's it. Good boy. That's a good boy. Your hands are lovely and warm.' She was giving me a commentary. 

'That's it. Oh, that feels so good. Just your hands you naughty man, I didn't say anything about...oooh, shit, yes, yes, yes. Oh, my God kiss them again. Oh, is this what you'll be remembering when you get home? Your mouth feels so good sucking so hard.' 

She was beyond the point of no return. A drip of pre cum oozed from my cock.

'That's enough. Come with me Paul.' What was she doing now? Where was my virtually naked wife taking him? I was in turmoil, this had been an incredible evening so far but now it was going too far. If she was taking him into the lounge, she would not be able to stop him.

Then it dawned on me what she was doing. She was coming up the stairs!

I stared at her as she appeared with the gown now completely open. I stared even more at Paul when he appeared behind her being led by the hand with his mouth wide open, and a look of utter panic on his face. He was clearly flustered at the unexpected turn of event, even so, he was making no attempt whatsoever to hide a very obvious erection. I guessed he was in his early thirties. 

'I told you he was tied up, and that he would find it a big turn on that I was showing you my tits. Look at his cock Paul.'

I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I was totally unable to do anything. I was naked, there was a fully dressed stranger in our bedroom and both of us were staring at my virtually naked wife. Both waiting to see what was going to happen next. 

How did this happen? Had she really planned for it to go this far? Was she about to come to her senses and send him on his way? Part of me hoped so. But I knew it was only part of me. Then she spoke; her shaking voice betraying either how turned on she was or, perhaps, how nervous she was;

'Now where were we Paul? Oh yes, you were sucking my tits. Come here.' It was an order that he dearly wanted to obey, but he hesitated;

'Are you sure?' he asked looking at me. Despite my every instinct screaming against it, I felt myself nod slowly. He looked confused, I was in turmoil. My cock was so hard it was aching.

I watched as he lowered his head to Veronica's nipple, almost reluctantly at first, he began to kiss the naked flesh, he was still unsure of the situation but seemed to relax when Veronica placed her hand on the back of his head to reassure him. Everything was happening in slow motion, she stroked his hair as if she was breast feeding him. Slowly but surely, he became bolder as Veronica's moans encouraged him more and more. Her eyes were closed when she put out her hand to find my cock. When she found it, she moaned with pleasure at the hardness she encountered, I watched her fingers wrap around the flesh and begin stroking. The scene on front of me was bizarre, a fully dressed man sucking my wife's breasts as she slowly stroked me.

Paul now had a breast in each hand, taking it in turns to kiss and lick each one. When he looked to his left, he audibly gasped in surprise when he realised what Veronica was doing. When she heard him Veronica looked down at him and blew an air kiss to me. Maybe she had planned this all along.

I was so dizzy that I needed to hang on the rope to support me when I watched Veronica reach down Pauls back to pull his T shirt over his head. This was a dangerous turn of events but I was powerless to intervene. I noticed that Paul was also beginning to explore Veronica's body beyond just her tits, his hands were now stroking her hips, and she was obviously not objecting.

The whole erotic scene suddenly froze when Veronica spoke sharply; 'Stop! Paul stop now.' I couldn't decide if I was disappointed or relieved that she had finally come to her senses, when she suddenly added; 

'Ok Paul, this has gone way further than I intended, but my husband is apparently enjoying it as much as I am,' she looked towards my cock, 'and this needs to be dealt with.'

With no protest at all from Paul (obviously), she began to remove his belt, next she unbuttoned his fly and told him to step out of his pants. When he was completely naked she positioned him to face me. I couldn't believe what I was watching; she removed her knickers, knelt before him and took her time to admire what I have to admit was an impressively sized cock. 

I whined through the tape when I realised what she was about to do. I watched as she reached forward to wrap her fingers around him, I fought against my restraints as her mouth moved closer. When she stopped with her lips literally inches from his swollen member, I thought she was mercifully having second thoughts, but my relief was to be short lived. I realised that she had stopped merely to brush her hair back and reposition herself. She wanted me to see the show! 

Not for the first time since we'd arrived in the cottage, everything started to happen in slow motion; Veronica licked her lips and began to open her mouth. I moaned as her lips parted to allow the swollen purple head to enter. There was nothing I could do to stop her when, moaning with pleasure, she began to take in the full length of the shaft, slowly rising to allow the head to almost escape before dropping to once again engulf the entire shaft. This was wrong. Flashing her tits to a delivery man was one thing, but not this. This was wro...

I had been so transfixed watching my gorgeous wife take another man's hard cock between her lips, that I hadn't realised she had manouvered herself into position to allow my cock to enter her from behind.

I groaned at the incredibly erotic sight of watching her use her free hand to guide me into her, with her head bobbing up and down on the cock in her mouth. 

It was Paul's turn to groan when Veronica began to meet my own thrusts in a rhythm that was obviously allowing Paul to fuck her mouth and throat in exactly the same way as I had less than an hour ago.

If only this was on film, was one of the thoughts going through my head. This would never happen again, and what a turn on it would have been to be able to put our own porn film on whenever we wanted to recall Veronica's special grocery delivery.

Veronica'a back was shimmering with sweat at the effort involved in keeping us both satisfied at each end of her willing body. By now Paul had his hands on the back of her head and was making sure his full length was being literally rammed home into her throat, this was turning from something she was in control of into straightforward carnal sex. 

Paul and I now had Veronica virtually suspended between us as we each fucked her at a steady pace, this seemed to go on for an age and I marvelled at her ability to even breath, let alone keep up an incessant low moaning sound that was getting louder, and higher in pitch, with virtually every thrust. 

The cottage was suddenly filled with the sound of Veronica attempting to scream despite the cock in her mouth making it almost impossible to do so. She forced herself back onto me as she came, and I watched as her entire body shook when the orgasm hit.  

She forced herself hard against me again and again, her head finally stopping its relentless rise and fall, staying in a position that must have had Paul buried deep into her throat. Her body shuddered uncontrollably as she screamed from deep within through the hard flesh trapped in her mouth. I had never seen or heard anything like it, Veronica had always enjoyed every second of every orgasm extremely loudly, but this was on another level. It lasted for as long as it was loud, I actually thought she was about to pass out when I heard Paul grunt; 'Oh, fuck...yes...' 




Delivery Man



I stared at him. His eyes were closed, his hips thrust forward and his mouth opened wide. He was coming!

I couldn't believe my gorgeous wife would actually go through with it, but the thought of Veronica tasting the thick cum of this stranger deep in her throat was too much. I slammed into her as I came, but was unable to do anything when she suddenly pulled away to leave a jet of cum shooting into the air and onto her back. I couldn't stop myself fucking fresh air as stream after stream of cum splattered onto her.

The reason she had broken away so suddenly was because she had mercifully decided that Paul would not be coming in her mouth (at least she had maintained some control), instead she fell to her knees in front of him with her tits thrust towards his bulging cock, a stream of cum was ejected with such force that it hit her cheek. She quickly grabbed him to aim what appeared to be an absolute torrent of cum directly at her naked body. Paul moaned like an animal until the very last drop had left him.

Then it was over. Veronica stood to face me, her breasts were absolutely covered in Paul's thick sticky cum, and her back was not much better! 

'Sorry darling. That got a bit out of hand.' She was breathless as she spoke, and her entire body glowed from her exertions. 'I'll just see Paul out and I'll come back to deal with you.' I watched as Paul gathered his clothes and was led unceremoniously back down the stairs.

'Wow. That was the most incredible experience of my life. Make sure you call the store next time you're staying here, and I'll be sure to make it my last delivery of the day!'

'Sorry Paul. That was an absolute one-off. The order was made in a false name, you don't know either of our first names, and we will never be back here again. Just put it away in your memory for those lonely nights back in your flat.' With that the door was shut. He must have been left stunned and naked next to his delivery van, his cock had been out of Veronica's mouth and out of the front door in less than a minute! 

When she returned to join me she stood looking down at her tits; 'I think I've had more cum in me and on me than I have ever seen in my life. Look at my poor sticky tits.' Her voice was still shaking, but she was obviously still pleased with herself.

'Do you think he'd have tasted the same as you darling? I didn't think you would be impressed if I had let his big hard cock empty into my mouth, all over my lips and tongue, and ooze down my throat. I'll bet he's going straight home to get that lovely hard thing straight out to wank over the horny housewife who sucked him off this evening as she fucked her husband.' 

She was clearly excited at the thought. 

'I can just imagine him laying back and pumping his fist up and down until he comes all over himself, remembering what it was like to cover my tits with this sticky cum.' She ran a finger through the mess she was covered in. 

She slowly put the sticky finger close to her lips, at the same time she stroked the length of my cock. What do you think darling? Would you have liked him to empty himself deep into my throat? Mmmmmm, seems like you like the idea too!' Once again, my cock was betraying me, she was right, the idea of watching her act like a complete pro was incredibly arousing. 

She removed the finger from near her mouth and pulled the tape from my mouth. Before I had a chance to speak, her tongue was probing deep into my mouth and she was kissing me with such aggression that I could hardly breath.

Then, like a thunderbolt, it hit me. She tasted of cum! Her lips were fine, but when I returned the probing of her tongue with my own there was the unmistakable taste of cum. 

'Mmmmmmmm, I'm so sorry darling, but I wasn't quick enough. I tried. Honestly, I did but the first shot went straight down my throat and the second hit the back of my mouth before I could get his cock out.' 

I tried to be appalled at what she was telling me, but there was no point trying to pretend I was angry.

'Look what it's done to you already though!' She cupped my balls as my cock incredibly began to harden again, and pulled herself up to wrap her legs around my hips before lowering herself back down onto me. 

How the fuck there was any life left in it I will never know! 

Her kisses were hard and passionate, I forced my tongue into her mouth and she groaned at the pleasure of knowing I was as turned on as she was. She began rubbing her tits against me. 

'Thought you might like some of this mess all over you too darling.' I forced my already hard cock deeper into her as she moaned into my mouth. Thank God I was shaved, getting the sticky mess off would have been a nightmare otherwise. When her breathing started to become heavier and more erratic, she gripped me harder with her legs and leant back to massage her cum covered tits. She screamed like never before as she came again.

This was just the first of four nights, what did she have planned for the other three?! I was only relieved this had all happened in a remote cottage. Imagine the complaints if we had been making this racket in a hotel room - breakfast would have been a little embarrassing! 

Well, at least we thought it was a remote cottage...



Delivery Man



I do deliveries. It's an easy job and there is always work. Doesn't matter how things are going in the general economy, someone will always want something delivered somewhere, and I was willing to assist. 

I'm not saying all deliveries are easy. Some are a challenge. Others are a blasted nuisance. Delivering an aggressive pit-bull proved to be both a challenge and a nuisance but that's another story. I've found the invention of digital cameras to be a boon. Sometimes you're asked to just leave the package at the front door or back door or whatever. With a camera I can take a quick photo to show that delivery was made and any missing item is the problem of the recipient. 

No such troubles occur when you have to have the package signed for. With a signature on your little pad you're covered. The owner accepted and signed and can't say they haven't. (Not that that stops the occasional crook from trying.) The down-side to getting signatures is you have to have someone home to collect and then wait until they sign. I always ring up an hour in advance to let them know I'm on the way, but some people just don't get the hint.

Take yesterday, for example. I had this package and needed a signature. I phoned through and told the man who answered that I was on the way. He said no worries, someone would be home. I arrive and knock and no-one answers. I knock again, muttering under my breath. I was about to knock again, really loudly, when the main door opened.

This particular house had a heavy wire security door. You've probably seen them about. They do double duty, serving as a fly screen and as a one-way security screen. It's something to do with the way the wire is shaped, the holes in the wire smaller on the house side as opposed to the visitor side. It means that the owner can see through the wire door while the visitor can just see a vague movement behind the door.

"Yes?" came the enquiry.

"I have a delivery," I said. 

Seeing I was expected, had a parcel, wore a uniform, and owned a great big delivery truck parked in easy sight of the door, you'd think that the woman would have guessed that.

"Oh, yes. My husband told me that a delivery was coming. Ah, could you just leave it there? I'll bring it in later."

In was quite happy to that. Who wants to stand there carrying a parcel that got heavier by the moment? I put the package down to the side of the door.

"There you go," I said. "If you can just sign here?"

I whipped out my little computer pad, stylus at the ready.

"Ah, my husband's not here right now."

What enthralling news and who cared? I just needed a signature. It didn't have to be his. I'd let the cat sign if it could use the stylus, just as long as someone signed.

"I don't require your husband's signature," I politely explained. "Yours will do just as well. It's just that the instructions for this delivery insist on a signature."

"Um, what happens if I don't sign?"

"I return the parcel with the notation that delivery was refused. The parcel will be returned to the sender."

"You can't do that. We've already paid for it."

"And as soon as you've signed for it to accept delivery it's all yours."

"Can you come back later for the signature?"

Of course I can. I am at your beck and call. I don't need to make five hundred other deliveries. I can just circle the block until you're ready to sign.

"Not really, ma'am," I said, surprised at how dutiful politeness won through. "I have a number of other deliveries and won't be back this was until tomorrow at the earliest."

A possible problem registered. Maybe she couldn't write. 

"Ah, if you happen to be illiterate all you need to do is make a mark on the pad," I said helpfully. "That will be accepted as your signature."

"I'm not illiterate," she snapped. "I know how to right."

"Then will you please sign? It's not binding you to a contract. It's just accepting receipt of your package. Just open the door a few inches and I'll pass in the pad and you can sign and pass it back."

What was with this woman? Was she worried about me barging in?

"Oh, all right!" she snapped. "I'll sign your silly pad."

She unlocked the door and pushed it open, hand out for the pad. I damn near dropped it. She was starkers. Totally and gloriously naked, blushing fiercely, but seeming smugly pleased by my reaction. 

She was in her early twenties, blonde, and stacked with a firm high bosom that totally defied the tug of gravity.

Why she hadn't just asked me to wait a moment while she went and slipped on a dress is beyond me. I passed her the pad, my eyes all over her. I wasn't deliberately staring at her, but I was certainly enjoying the view.

"Um, ah, if you'll just sign in the box at the bottom of the pad?" I managed to say.

She took the pad and signed it. There was still a tinge of red on her cheeks but her smirk was a lot bigger. She was starting to enjoy showing herself, pleased by my reaction and evident nervousness. That nervousness was fast disappearing. It wasn't as though I hadn't seen a naked woman before.

"Thank you," I said as I took the pad back and tucked it into its holder. "And I really should apologise to you."

"No need," she said airily. "You were just doing your job."

"True, but I wasn't apologising for that. I was apologising for this."

I calmly reached for her and ran my hand across her breasts, feeling them against my palm, feeling her nipples scrape against my palm, one after the other. They were, I noticed, standing erect. Her flashing was exciting her.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, trying to sound shocked but only sounding excited.

"I see you're a natural blonde," I said softly. "Is that fur as soft as it looks?"

She had a small strip of pale curls leading down to her slit. My curiosity got the better of me and I tested the softness of those curls. I've known some girls who had quite coarse hair on their mons, but not this woman. Soft and silky little curls, obviously treated with a good shampoo and conditioner. 

At this stage the woman should have been stepping smartly back and closing the door on me, instead of which she just stood there while I caressed her mons. She was spluttering slightly. Something about I had no right to touch her. Quite true, but she wasn't doing anything to stop me.

My hands lifted and closed over her breasts, holding one in each hand while I rubbed her nipples. She stood there with her mouth slightly open, breathing slightly harder, her face flushed, and it wasn't from embarrassment.

"You have beautiful skin," I told her. "It's like warm silk, begging for someone to caress it."

Her blush got a little brighter and my hands caressed her skin, all the way from her breasts to her mons.

"Curves just made for a man's hand," I said, speaking very softly, knowing she was straining to hear what I said. 

My hand just naturally followed her curves, down and under, sliding between her legs, cupping and gentle squeezing her mound. 

"Just the right size for me to hold," I murmured. "Hot and damp and responsive, begging to be touched."

I continued touching, gently rubbing back and forth, feeling her heat and dampness increase. I could almost feel her lips puffing up and spreading, and I certainly felt it when her inner lips peeped out and kissed my hand.

I pressed lightly against her and she took a slow step backwards into the house with me moving with her, feeling the wire door close behind me. I didn't try to move deeper into the house. I just turned her slightly so she was backing up against the wall, leaning against it, looking at me with a slightly stunned expression. 

I let my hands drop away and created a little bit of distance between us, but only a little. I let her see me running my eyes over her, appreciating her.

"You are made for a man," I told her, still speaking softly. 

Watching her, I slid my zip down, seeing her eyes drop at the sound. She swallowed but didn't say anything, just waited. I slipped my hand into my open fly and, ah, adjusted my equipment, without withdrawing it. When my hand came out empty she gave a little start, obviously expecting me to whip out an erection.

I took her hand and placed it against my groin, letting her feel the hard length of me. 

"Take it out," I whispered, releasing her hand.

She blushed again, shaking her head, but she didn't withdraw her hand. I waited and, after a moment she slipped her hand inside my trousers and closed it over my cock. At first she just felt me, hand wandering up and down the length of me, and I got the impression she was measuring me. That was OK. I figured I had enough there to stand up to scrutiny, and if she didn't think so it would be her loss. 

It seemed I passed muster because she finally eased my erection out of my trousers. Once it was out and on display she snatched her hand away.

"You shouldn't be showing me that," she told me, totally ignoring the fact that she'd hauled it out into the light. "What do you intend doing?"

"Me? Nothing," I protested. "You're a customer. I wouldn't dare make any unseemly advances."

She looked a little startled at that.

"What? You're not going to try and, ah, . . ." her voice trailed off.

"Do something like this?" I asked, moving closer, easing my erection between her legs so it brushed against her slit. "I assure you I wouldn't dream of it. It's not considered the right way to treat customers." 

She was standing there with her mouth a little open, her tongue darting back and forth to wet her lips.

"If I did something like that it could lead to something like this."

A hand slid between her legs and eased her lips apart, my cock rearing up and pressing against her. Hands lifted to her breasts again.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I wouldn't do anything like that."

We stayed like that for a few moments, my cock pressing firmly against her slit, just inside her enough to let her know it was there. Finally I pressed a little harder, feeling myself slipping a little deeper.

She gasped, shaking her head.

"Ah, your, um, your cock. It's pressing into me."

"Sorry. I didn't mean it to. It just slipped a little."

It promptly slipped a little more. She was hot and wet and her passage was both tight and slippery. I could feel it clinging to me. I pressed harder, going deeper, a continuous pressure taking me fully inside her.

"Um, you're, ah, you're having sex with me. You shouldn't be doing that."

"No, I'm not," I promptly said. 

"What? I can feel you?" She sounded quite indignant.

"No, you can't. I'd never molest a customer. Ah, you've just got a very vivid imagination."

She certainly did have. Why, her imagination was now telling her that my cock had started the ritual dance, pulling back and driving home again, and driving home quite strongly. She was making encouraging little sounds, one leg coming up to wrap around my waist, taking me deeper with each thrust.

My hands were on her breasts, worshipping them, while I drove hard into her. I was banging home so hard that it seemed a real possibility that the plaster wall would give way. Not that the thought made me slow down at all. Her body was made for the use to which I was putting it and she was responding beautifully, clinging to me, practically wrapped around me, her face buried in my neck biting me. I was going to have a few bruises there by the next day.

My excitement levels were increasing with every thrust and the way she was reacting, so were hers. When she stopped chewing on my neck and started making small mewing sounds I figured it was time to make my move. I drove in harder than ever, lifting her up, then I was crashing into her, my climax leaving me helpless to do anything but spend myself in her. Not that she was in any position to object. Her own climax flooded over her. She was clinging so tightly and convulsively that I'll swear that she managed to leave nail prints in my shoulders right through my uniform.

She was leaning back against the wall breathing heavily. I was also breathing quite heavily as I tidied up my clothes. 

"Mind you," I said, "a vivid imagination is a wonderful thing. It's surprising the things you can do when you daydream."

I opened the wire door, picked up the parcel and put it down inside the house. 

"Less temptation to thieves," I told her. "It's amazing what some people will do when temptation crosses their path."

"Really? A man succumbing to temptation. It's a good thing you can rise above that sort of thing."

"That's me," I agreed. "Incorruptible."