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Pizza Delivery

By: walkstar



Martin walked up to the door of the house and knocked hard as he could hear the music blaring out from the drive. He balanced the pizza he was delivering in his other hand. Two years experience as a delivery driver was shown in the ease with which he held the pizza. He waited for any sign of response from the house. This was his last drop of the night and he did not have to go back because it was so late the shop would be shut. Not that he minded like the other drivers he knew the address. It was the home of the nurse sluts as they had been named. The two women who lived at the house were both nurses, and both dressed in the skimpiest clothes they could get away with. Added to that was the fact that they were both stunners meant that there was always competition when the address came up as to who delivered it. Tonight Martin won and he was going to try and stretch out the visit as much as he could to get a good look.

After a minute he knocked again only louder. That time he got someone's attention as he heard voices behind the door. When the door was opened it was not by either of the two nurses who lived there. Martin did not mind as the girl who opened it was just as stunning. She had long strawberry blonde hair that hung around a sweet face with the brightest blue eyes Martin had seen for a long time. She had a full figure not thin and stick like but with a bit of flesh on her just the way Martin liked it. Her tight red leather top covered a nice looked pair of breasts that Martin would have liked to get his hands on. Her black skirt was just as tight and very short. The legs that it did nothing to cover were long and shapely. All this Martin took in with a quick glance before pushing the pizza forwards towards the girl.

" Pizza," he said to her just to confirm what he was delivering. The girl swayed a little obviously from the effects of alcohol. She nodded and looked at the pizza box for a second then took it off him. Behind her Martin could see one of the two women who lived at the house. He immediately saw the resemblance between her and the girl at the door. They were obviously sisters the new girl was a few years younger than her sister. The older sister spoke to him over her younger sisters shoulder.

"Great you better come in while we get the money for you." Martin nodded eagerly not complaining about getting inside the house. The older sister turned to her younger sibling. "Take that into the kitchen Kerry and grab my purse from upstairs." Kerry nodded and wandered off allowing Martin a good look at her from the back. A view that was almost as good as from the front. He followed Kerry's sister into the back room.

The first thing he saw was a giant banner that read 'Happy eighteenth birthday'. Second thing he saw was the large number of empty bottles on the floor and table. Obviously the girls had been partying hard for some time. Martin guessed that it was probably Kerry's birthday as the other two women were definitely older than eighteen. Kerry's sister went to the mantle place and picked up some money and quickly paid Martin. He looked a little surprise as she had told her sister the money was in the kitchen. Then she gestured for him to sit down.

"I sent Kerry to look for the money so I could chat to you first." She told him, Martin began to get a little nervous. "I want to ask you what you think of my little sister, is she good looking?" Martin nodded slowly wondering what was going on. "Is she sexy?" The sister asked.

"Yes she is," Martin, said slowly now even more nervous.

"Good," the sister replied. "I've got something to ask you. Do you want to take her virginity for her?" 

"You what?" Martin snapped shocked by the question.

"I asked if you wanted to take her virginity? It's a simple question." Martin looked at her to see if she was joking but it did not seem like it.

"Are you serious?" He asked she nodded in reply. "For a start I don't believe a girl that hot is a virgin." He said to her she grimaced before answering.

"She is trust me, all our mom's fault. Mom has gone on to Kerry repeatedly about staying chaste and innocent. She's told her that men want to bed a virgin on their wedding day. Come on you're a bloke what would you prefer, a girl who has no idea what to do or a woman who you knows how to fuck on you're wedding night?" 

"Probably someone with a little experience." Martin said while thinking that as he was only twenty marriage was a long way off for him.

"Exactly, I know that all guys want is to get a fuck but mom lives in the past too much. In her day may be guys wanted that but now they want to get their leg over and go for it, not pussy foot around teaching their girl how to fuck. I've done my best to counter mom's claims but since I moved out it's been hard. Luckily Kerry wants to move in with me here so I've got chance to educate her in the real modern world. You still haven't answered my question, do want to take her virginity?" 

"Oh hell yeah I'd be stupid not to. A fit girl like that just turned eighteen and a virgin. But we've never met how can she want to do it with me?" Martin replied quickly.

"She doesn't yet."

"Whoa hold on I'm not doing it if she ain't willing. I'm not into that." She shook her head.

"She'll be willing trust me. Look it's sort of a bet we made last year. I said she could move in with me when she was eighteen but if she hadn't fucked someone by then she'd have to let me pick the guy to take her virginity. I picked you, well actually which ever of you drivers turned up and was willing. You got lucky. I'm sort of glad it's you the other guy is a little bit old for her, almost like fucking her dad." Martin laughed and nodded.

"As long as she is willing then I ain't gonna say no to a free fuck being a modern guy." He said still laughing softly then he thought of something. "One problem I've got no condoms."

"Don't worry," She told him. "She's been on the pill for the last six months." Martin laughed again at idea of a virgin being on the pill. Just then Kerry walked into the room looking worried.

"I can't find your purse Helen," she said as she came in. Helen smiled at her.

"I found it in here sorry," she told her. "Sit down I want you to meet someone." Kerry sat down on the sofa next to Martin. "Say hello to Martin he's the guy I've chosen for you to fuck." Kerry looked at her shocked then looked over to Martin who did his best to look friendly and innocent. 

"What now?" Kerry asked her sister. "Don't we get time to chat or anything?" Helen shook her head.

"Nope think of it as an extra birthday present from me. If you want to talk you can afterwards." Kerry looked at back at Martin scrutinizing him with her eyes. Then she turned back to Helen.

"I take it I'm using your bed then?" Again Helen shook her head.

"Nope right here right now. You take him upstairs and you'll persuade him not to." Kerry started to respond but Helen put her hand up to stop her. "I know you little sis, you'll bottle out and persuade him to say you'd done it when you hadn't. You know the deal: want to stay here then I want to know you've fucked someone. And that it was a guy you'd never seen before. I have to know that you can be as big a slut as I can." Kerry started to say something then stopped and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well can't have you being the only slut in this family can we. But mom'll freak if she finds out." She finished with a giggle then turned to look at Martin. "So you just going to sit there or what?"

It took a second for Martin to react but then he shifted over to beside her and reached up to pull her lips down onto his. He kissed her softly at first then harder pushing his tongue between her lips and into her mouth. Very quickly he felt her sinking into the kiss her arms sliding round his neck holding him. He ran his hands along her spine pulling her closer to him as they kissed. Then he moved his hand down to run it over the soft skin of her thigh feeling it's shape under his fingers. His hand moved back up to her top at first squeezing her breast through the leather then he quickly undid the zip that ran down the front of the top. His hand slid under to cup her exposed naked breast. Martin had suspected that she was not wearing a bra; the straps would have been visible through the tight top. The breast was firm and filled his hand nicely as he squeezed and rubbed it. He could feel how hard her nipple was against his palm and gently began to rub it with his fingers. She gave a soft hiss as he manipulated her sensitive nipple. 

Martin moved to kiss her neck planting soft kisses just above her shoulders and around to the small hollow below her chin. She lifted her neck back so he could kiss it better. He used the arched shape of her body to ease her top off then began to kiss down towards her breasts. His hands cupped each breast holding them as he kissed and licked them in turn. He heard her soft moan of pleasure and knew he was having an effect on her. He focused on the firm nipples sucking them into his mouth and flicking his tongue over them. She gasped and her hands slid round his neck holding him to her breasts. He didn't mind, as they were firm succulent breasts that just asked to be kissed and licked. For a couple of minutes that was just what he did kiss, lick and suck on them enjoying their feel and taste. Then he moved his hands down to the small skirt she had on.

Martin was determined to make sure she was very aroused before he entered her. The next step was to go down on her and lick her out until she was ready for him. So he reached for the zip at the back of the skirt and with a skilled hand undid it and began to pull the skirt off. The entire time he was still kissing her firm breasts. She pushed herself up to let him pull her skirt off. He ran his fingers round towards her pussy knowing that she was wearing a thong from the feel of the panties. He slid the thong to one side and began to rub gently at the lips of her pussy. She gave a soft gasp as his fingers probed inside her lips rubbing against the walls of her pussy. He pushed into her and was surprised just how wet she all ready was. His fingers ran along the top wall of her pussy stretching it open. Martin continued to suck on her breasts as he gently fingered her. She gasped and moaned softly her body reacting to what he was doing to her. 

Martin was getting just as aroused as Kerry seemed to be and he suddenly wanted to taste her. He pulled his fingers out of her and quickly took her thong off before kissing her thighs around her pussy. Then he pulled her lips apart to look down at the soft flesh of her pussy. Lowering his face down he happily buried his tongue into her open pussy. He licked deeply tasting her sweet young taste. Kerry groaned loudly as his tongue licked inside her. She lent back over the arm of the sofa lifting her hips up and exposing her pussy further. Martin pushed his face into the offered pussy licking it hard and at the same time he began to run his thumb over her clitoris. Kerry gasped and writhed at the touch of his thumb, which made Martin smile to himself. He rubbed harder against her clitoris licking as deep as he could into her. He could feel how wet she was and hear just how aroused she was by her moans and gasps. Martin knew he could make her cum this way but wanted to be in her first.

He stood up and quickly stripped his clothes off standing naked above her. Kerry looked up at him then down to his hard cock with a soft smile. He lay down on top of her and kissed her hard, she kissed him back just as hard. With a practiced skill Martin positioned his cock against her pussy and slowly slid it into her. She gave a hiss as she felt him entering her. She clung to him and chewed on her bottom lip as she let a man's cock enter her for the first time. Martin was careful not to thrust to hard into her. Instead he slowly slid inside her letting her body accept him rather than being made to take him. Once he was fully in her he stopped and looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and her expression was mix of surprise and nervousness. She was breathing quickly almost gasping for breath.

"God that feels so hard inside me." She gasped to him. "Well as you're in me you better fuck me." She said quickly, Martin nodded and pulled out then thrust back into her. She gasped and dug her nails into his arms. He pulled out and thrust in again and then again. She clung to him gasping her eyes squeezed shut as he began to gently fuck her. He waited for her to get used to the feel of him inside her. It took a few more thrusts but then she opened her eyes slightly and began to obviously enjoy the feel of him. Martin increased the power of his thrusts slowly getting harder and harder. She reacted to him groaning deeply at the sensations his hard cock was causing. He felt her legs moving to wrap around him and he slid one hand down to hold her thigh as he thrust deeper into her. She still clung to him but now it was with passion not nerves. Her nails no long dug into his arms instead she was running her hands up and down his back. She pulled him down to kiss him hard pushing her tongue into his mouth. Martin moved his hands up to grip the arm of the sofa using it to pull him deep into her. As aroused as she was her pussy was still tight around his cock. He wanted to cum in her but was fighting to hold off until she came. If his experience's in the past was a guide that would not be long happening. 

It was not; suddenly she began to gasp hard then her gasps turned into soft squeals as she came. Martin felt her body shake at the orgasm and rammed into her as hard and as fast as he could, wanting to add to her orgasm. Her squeals became louder as the orgasm swept over her. Martin gasped deeply as he felt his own orgasm starting. With a massive thrust into her he came shuddering as his sperm exploded into her. She gasped softly and kissed him hard on the lips as he came in her. Martin stayed in until his orgasm had ended then he slid out of her and sank onto the sofa gasping for breath. Kerry pushed herself up looking at Martin and Helen.

"Christ that was, good." Kerry gasped, Helen laughed at the look on her face. "I want it again." Kerry continued.

"You'll have to do something to keep his dick hard then because it's all ready going down." Helen told her pointing to Martins cock. Martin could only laugh softly at her.

"I know how to do that," Kerry said in an almost delighted voice. She moved to lean over Martin and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked hard on the head of his cock.

"Oh fuck!" Martin gasped as her lips wrapped around the very sensitive glands of his cock. She sucked him into her mouth and started to slide her lips up and down him. Very quickly she had managed to get his cock fully hard again. Martin gasped as she sucked on him, she might have been a virgin but she had done that before a few times. Once she had got his cock as hard as she wanted it Kerry shifted to straddle his legs. He felt her pussy sliding down over his cock as she lowered herself onto him. Martin hissed as her warm body absorbed his hard cock.

Kerry began to move up and down on him riding him. She started off slowly getting her rhythm right. Once she was used to the motion she began to speed up sliding up and down on him. Each time she sank down his cock was buried right up to its base inside her. Very quickly she began to moan and gasp in pleasure. Her moans increased when Martin lent forwards and began to lick and suck at her hard nipples. His hands reached round to grip her buttocks as she move up and down on him. He kissed her breasts, neck and face. Their lips met in a hard passionate embrace tongues intertwining as they kissed. She was moaning louder now obviously enjoying the feel of his cock inside her. Martin was enjoying the feel of her pussy around him just as much. He moved his head back down to her breasts sucking each nipple into his mouth in turn and licking his tongue over and around them. She held his head to her breasts gasping and moaning hard. 

Then suddenly she began to squeal loudly as she came for the second time with him in her. She whole body arched and it was only because Martin was holding her that she did not fall backwards. She squealed and gasped as her orgasm overtook her. Then once it finished she collapsed off him onto the sofa. Martin gave a soft gasp as she moved off him as he had been near to cumming himself. Kerry had sunk over the arm of the chair gasping for breath. Martin quickly moved to kneel behind her gripping her waist.

"You ain't finished yet," he gasped to her. "If you start something you got to finish it." He finished as he thrust his cock into her from behind. She gasped and arched backwards as he rammed deep into her. He pulled out and rammed in again but this time she pushed back at him taking him right into her. Holding onto her waist he began to fuck her hard from behind. Kerry groaned and squealed softly as he thrust in and out of her. He moved one hand under her to grip her breast kneading it with his fingers. His other hand he wrapped in her long blonde hair pulling her back against him. Not that she need him to as she was doing that all ready. Martin was ramming in as hard and as deep as he could making her body shake with each thrust. Kerry's gasps became moans and then squeals as his thrusting drew her nearer and nearer to another orgasm. Martin was gritting his teeth gasping hard as he rammed in again and again. 

"Oh god," Kerry gasped, "fuck me yes. I'm gonna cum again oh god your sooo hard." Her voice grew high pitched and any more words were lost in a passionate squeal as she came. Martin felt her body shudder at her third orgasm from the night as he plunged his cock in and out of her.

"I want to cum in your mouth." He gasped once she had cum fighting to hold off his own orgasm. Kerry smiled as she quickly pulled away from him and turned to take his cock in her mouth. She sucked hard on him drawing it deep into her throat and tickling the head with her tongue. That was enough to send Martin into orbit. He groaned as he felt his groin tighten then his sperm pumped into her mouth. She gave a soft squeal and tried to swallow it all but gagged. She pulled away letting the last spurts land on her face and neck. She ran her fingers through the sperm then licked them clean. Then she turned to look at her sister.

"Is that slutty enough sis to stay here?" Helen could only laugh as she nodded. Kerry smiled then turned back to Martin. "You better give me your phone number I guess." She told him he looked at her quizzically.

"Why?" He asked, she laughed.

"So we can go out you think this is going to be the last time we fuck? And maybe next time I might even share you with my big sister." She told him looking sideways as Helen.

"What do you mean might?!" Helen demanded, "from that display we are going to share." Martin could only sprawl on the sofa and laugh in response. And look forwards to the next time he visited the house of the nurse sluts.

Pizza Delivery



Chapter 1

The day seemed to drag on forever for Woody. Fridays always did, because of the end of a hard workweek. But Friday meant that the night would be spent with Lisa, and that kept him going. He knew that Lisa was slaving away too, but her thoughts would be also wandering to their upcoming night together.

As he sat at the computer, his mind drifted. He could see her smiling face. His heart always skipped a beat and he couldn't keep from smiling whenever he first sees her. He knew that in a few hours they would meet, and he would finally get to look into her beautiful green eyes again. Those eyes were the stuff of many a man's dreams.

He knew that his eyes would drift over her body too, not wanting to be too obvious but always appreciative of her thin, but very shapely body. She dressed beautifully, always wearing dress suits that hugged every curve. Even in jeans she was able to give the air of professionalism and sexiness together.

He had never before experienced sensuality like they had together. It was as if they anticipated each other's every move. Nothing was taboo to them; they trusted each other implicitly, allowing them to explore areas neither of them had done before. That trust allowed them to try new things, even things that with anyone else, they may have disliked. It was a wonderful, freeing feeling.

His thoughts continued to drift back to her face. He loved her lips; her kisses were like nothing he'd ever known. So soft and so passionate. Now, Woody noticed that his pants were getting tighter as he had to squirm behind his desk to re-arrange his growing erection. Just thinking about kissing Lisa, or even hearing her voice had that effect on him. It was all he could do to not unzip and stroke his hardening member, but he decided he wanted to save it all for when they really got together. Besides, he'd been stroking himself all week thinking about this night and it was time for the real thing soon.

Finally, five o'clock rolled around and he sped to her place. She was all ready and burst out the door to toward his car. He jumped out and walked over to her. Lisa's eyes looked up into Woody's, and her smile broadened. 

"Hi Baby," he said, smiling to her. "I'm sorry I'm late" he said, looking at her with a puppy-dog look. 

"Don't let it happen again" she said, "or I'll make you pay this time."

"I'm looking forward to that," was his response.

She threw her arms around his neck, and they kissed. He drew her body closer to his and felt the wonder of her lips on his, just the hint of tongue between them. He was amazed at how much body contact they could have from just a kiss and hug like this. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest, and her hips full on his. Even her thighs touched his and he felt like the two of them might just melt together, even fully clothed.

He pulled his lips slightly away from hers, just so he could look at her beautiful face and expressive green eyes. She searched is face too, that smile so inviting. He loved the way she looked at him. It made him feel so wanted, something he didn't really understand but very much longed for when they weren't together. 

"Ready to go?" he said, anxious to start their adventure that night. 

"Can't wait" she said, and they got into his car and drove off.

They talked about everything in the car. She was so easy to talk to. Their conversations ranged from work to sports to politics to personal habits. They laughed easily together, something that Woody was constantly amazed about. Even in the throws of passion, they sometimes broke into laughter about some little thing, and it just made their lovemaking more intense.

All the while at the restaurant, those eyes of hers drew his attention. As they sat at the table, touching each other's legs lightly, the electricity between them intensified. As she peeled her shrimp, Lisa leaned close to him. 

"Do you know what I want?" she said as her lips lightly touched his ear. 

"No. You'll have to tell me," Woody said, knowing that she was ready for anything. She moved closer to him, her hand on his leg squeezing as it moved slightly higher. 

"I want you to take my clothes off slowly, and kiss me everywhere tonight." Her low, sexy voice had its effect on his hardening cock already. 

"Mmm I just might do that" he said smiling, leaning closer to her ear. "But I will make it torture for you because I won't let you touch me until I get my fill of you". 

They both giggled, knowing how hard it was not to just rip each other's clothes off whenever they got together. It was always so much better taking it slow, but abandoned lust tended to control them even more sometimes.

From her knee, Woody moved his hand even higher on her bare thigh, touching the hem of her short shorts. Slowly, he moved toward her inner thigh, and Lisa opened her legs slightly, giving him more room to explore. He smiled again, knowing that her panties were already wet in anticipation. Her gaze locked on his eyes, and her expression changed slightly to that look of lust that he so much desired to see. He felt his own cock start to strain even harder, and they both knew it was time to pay the bill.

All the drive back to her house, his hand rested on her thigh. He loved her legs, how smooth and perfectly formed they were. She wore sandals on her feet, so she could see her painted toes. She had the most beautiful feet that he had ever seen. He smiled, wondering why her feet of all things were so attractive to him, but he loved making love to her entire body, and they sometimes were a great place to start.

His hand moved up her leg easily, and she shifted slightly in her seat to give him more access. His fingers touched her panties between her legs, and he could tell she was indeed wet there. That made his cock jump a little in his pants. She quickly took notice of the growing bulge and started massaging it as he drove.

Luckily for them, her house was close as they pulled into her driveway. They quickly got into the house, and as he locked the door behind him, turned to her. Her eyes searched his face again, that look of lust on her face. He pulled her to him quickly, kissing her hard. Her mouth pressed hard into his as their bodies again held each other tightly. Man, he could kiss her for hours like this. It was more than kissing, it was making love with their mouths, lips and tongues, sucking pulling, teasing.

She began to pull him toward the bedroom. "I want you now" she said with a husky voice. 

"Oh baby, I need you now too" he said, walking with her past the kitchen. "But wait." 

She stopped and looked back at him. 

"I want you here" he said, pointing to the living room floor. 

"Mmm, well ok" she smiled, and they both stood in the middle of the room and continued their kiss. 

As their mouths searched each others, Woody's hands roamed all over her back, starting on her shoulders and moving down behind her shoulders, pulling her hard into him. He pushed down to her middle back, caressing and pressing down to her waist. He continued down to her beautiful ass, taking a cheek in each hand and squeezing gently as they continued their lingering kiss. He loved the feel of her butt, it was one of her many great features. 

She began fumbling at his shirt buttons, and he let her unbutton one at a time. In turn his hands moved back up to her waist, moving now toward the front of her body. They rose up her waist until they rested on her small but perky breasts, one in each hand, squeezing very softly and letting his fingers feel her nipples under her blouse and bra. They were very hard. Slowly he lifted her blouse over her head, exposing her belly and her black lace bra. She had gotten his shirt off, so now his skin touched hers on the front of their bodies. They kissed again, long and lingering enjoying the feeling of skin against skin. Woody's hands again roamed her back, and he quickly unsnapped her bra while they held each other. It fell to the floor, and finally he saw her beautiful breasts and hard nipples again.

His hand moved up her waist to touch them, his warm hands enveloping each one. Gently he squeezed, his fingers pinching her very hard nipples at the same time. 

"Ohh" she moaned. 

He knew she liked it when he squeezed them, and it was a turn-on for him too. His cock was really straining against his pants now, and he began to unbutton her shorts as the stood together. Quickly she unzipped him as well, and they pulled each other's shorts down. She stood before him in her black lace thong. Her body looked so perfect to him, as she turned slightly, showing him her beautiful buns that she knew he loved so much. 

"Like em?" she said, "I got them from Fredericks just for you". 

He smiled and said nothing, just moved again to kiss her.

"Wait" she held him at arms length, "not done yet." She caressed his hard-on through his cotton briefs, then pulled them quickly off. His hard cock sprang out, sticking straight out from his body. Her eyes were glued on it as she began to squeeze it softly, then harder. She began to stroke it up and down, as she knelt down in front of him. It was huge and thick, and she never got her fill of it. Her eyes looked up at him. 

"Can I taste first?" she smiled, as her lips moved closer to him. 

"Just a taste, that's all" he said, as her lips wrapped around the head of his raging cock. 

She began to kiss up and down its length, her soft lips feeling so good to him. Her tongue licked underneath, as she moved all around it. He watched her working, his eyes moving to her ass as she moved her whole body back and forth as she licked.

Slowly, she began to take the entire cock into her mouth, the head slipping in easily, then slowly, inch my inch, began to suck it deep into her mouth. When her lips pressed into his pubic hair, it was fully down her throat, she began to slowly back it off. As he watched her lips work the wonder, he could see her saliva on his cock before she quickly took it back into her mouth deeply. He closed his eyes, thrusting his head back as the moans escaped his lips. 

"Soooo good Lisa" he said, enjoying her tongue so much. Her hands began fondling his balls, her finger reaching up and teasing his ass hole too. She began to suck in and out a little faster, as she reached behind him, and caressed his ass cheeks too. His hands played with her soft hair, then moved behind her head, gently guiding her as his thickening cock glistened from her wet mouth.

"OK baby, my turn" he said. She looked up at him, knowing what was coming. His cock came out of her mouth with a slurp, so hard and wet. She stood up, moving closer to him and they kissed hard again. His dick between them pressing into her smooth belly. 

"First, these come off" he said, taking his hands and slowly pulling down her g-string. He knelt before her, slowly moving them around her ass cheeks, and down in front until her shaved pussy was exposed to him. He stopped momentarily, kissing her belly down to her pubic area. He loved the way she smelled, musky and full of lust from her wetness. She quickly stepped out of her panties as he pulled her close to him, kissing her soft pussy. He loved the way she looked: shaved, her slit and puffy lips visible with no hair to block it. He also loved the way he could use his tongue all over the front of her pussy without getting hair in his mouth.

Lisa opened her legs slightly, still standing as Woody knelt in front of her. His hands on her butt cheeks, he pulled her pussy to his face. His tongue slipped between her legs, stretching out as much as he could and tasting her sweet juices. Her pussy lips were swelling now, and her moans told her that she liked that feeling. He moved his one hand now between her legs, lightly dragging one finger all the way from her butt crack and slowly bringing it around to her front. She was so wet that it slipped along easily, and he moved it back and forth like that, exploring her folds with his finger. Meanwhile, his tongue continued to travel all over her pussy. 

Her legs felt a little shaky, and he told her to lay back. She lie on the floor, her knees up and spread open wide. He laid on top of her, kissing her softly on the lips as he moved his hands down her body. She could taste her own wetness on her lips, and that just intensified the feeling. 

Woody kissed her neck, while his hands rubbed her hard nipples. Slowly, he moved lower, kissing between her breasts, licking her cleavage with his tongue. He began to suck her tit into his mouth, deeply as it almost all fit inside of his mouth. He released it, and sucked now on her nipple, biting it softly as he had it in his lips. Quickly he bit down hard, just for a moment. 

She shrieked in pain, but smiling again. "Ohh I love that" she said in her husky voice. 

Then he did the same to her other breast and nipple, with the same results. He loved the way her tits felt in his mouth. Sucking her nipples was such a natural feeling and so sensual to both of them. He continued to lavish her breasts with his mouth, biting and sucking them both.

Then, slowly, he kissed lower, his tongue sliding around her belly button. His hands moved lower between her legs, again feeling the wetness and spreading it with his finger up and down her slit. He mouth came to rest on her pubic bone, at the top of her beautiful slit. Lisa's hands moved to her own breasts as she tried to see him working on her. She quickly reached for a pillow to put behind her head so she could watch. Her fingers pulled and squeezed her nipples as Woody's tongue began to work between her legs. His finger moved to her pussy, and he entered her slowly as his wide tongue began to press against her clit. His eyes watched her as hers closed and her head rolled back in pleasure. She was caressing her breasts hard, and moving her hips to meet his tongue, pressing her pussy into his mouth harder.

He began to fuck her with his finger, in and out deeply while he licked her slit and clit. His little finger was resting against her butt hole, and he moved it slightly, exploring the rim carefully. Her juices had run down there easily, and it lubricated the entire area. She loved that feeling, and moaned softly as he worked on her pussy.

Woody loved her taste, more so than he even thought possible. He could feel his own hard-on pressing into the rug beneath him as he licked and sucked her. Eating her pussy was a huge turn-on for him as well, especially the thought of Lisa reaching and orgasm with his tongue and finger inside of her. He especially loved her reaction to him, how she moaned and how she gently showed him where to touch and how much pressure to use with his tongue to increase her pleasure. Nothing excited him more than to give her pleasure. 

Now he pulled his middle finger out of her pussy and began rubbing it around her rim. His tongue now pushed into her pussy, extending it as far as he could inside her. She moaned louder, and her hand moved from her breast down to her pussy, and she began rubbing herself while his tongue worked inside of her. His middle finger began to slowly enter her ass, feeling her pucker hole tightly fight against it. Harder she rubbed herself while he worked. 

He got so excited when she did that for him, knowing that her orgasm was coming soon. 

Her breathing was getting harder, quicker and her chest was heaving as her fingers worked on her clit. Woody continued to press his tongue inside, tasting more and more of her sweet juices flowing in his mouth. She pushed her pussy to his face, her wetness all over his cheeks. His finger moved even deeper into her ass and he took his other hand and pushed another finger deep inside her pussy right under his own tongue. That was the point that brought her to the edge. 

"Oh yes, nowww!" she screamed as her hips rose off the floor as her orgasm began to overtake her body. She pressed her pussy hard to his face and he again pushed his tongue deeply into her as her juices flowed freely now. Wave after wave came over her, each one slightly shorter than the previous one, down to the "little tremors".

He kissed the inside of her thighs as she began to come down to earth, still breathing heavily. Kissing up on her mound, then quickly up her body he pressed his lips into hers. His face was covered with her sweet wetness, as their lips and tongues again explored each other's, now very lubricated. As his body rested on hers, he could feel her heartbeat thumping quickly. He rolled off and lay next to her holding her tight to him as her head rested on his chest. It felt so good to hold her like this; their bodies just seemed to fit together so perfectly. 

"I just love how you do that" she said, her eyes searching his. 

He smiled, "I love it more than you can ever know," he said, holding her close again. They kissed softly, then again deeply. 

"I want you now," she said, her eyes flashing. Woody just smiled. The night was so young.

Chapter 2

The next day was a Saturday, and after sleeping in past noon, they lay in bed together, just talking about their weeks. This was such a great part of their love to him, just laying naked next to this beautiful woman, and sharing all their thoughts. They talked about work, life, and their dreams. Then the hunger pangs hit them both. 

"I'm hungry" Woody said looking up to Lisa. 

"I'll make you something" she said, starting to get out of bed. Woody grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back down, laying his body on top of her, kissing her deeply. 

"Let's order out" he said, finally releasing her lips from his. 

Lisa made the call. "Thirty minutes" she said. "Can you hold out that long?" 

Smiling, he said "now what can we possibly do during all that time?" 

Lisa pushed him down on his back and climbed on top of him. He was already hard, and her legs straddled his growing cock. Moving her body upward, he could feel her wetness sliding over it. She felt so warm and slippery he knew she was ready for him.

"Would you like to feel my cock inside your beautiful pussy now?" he said, smiling at her. She knelt over him, her body seeming to glow, her tits so firm, and nipples so hard. 

Without a word, she reached down, lifting up off of him slightly, and taking his hardness in her hand and pointing it to her pussy. She rubbed it around her slit, then quickly pressed her body down on him. It slid in all the way in one thrust. 

"Yesssss, I do" she whispered. Her pussy enveloped him now, as she began to rock on it. He could feel the tip of his cock moving inside of her as she rocked, moaning each time. It felt so good to be inside of her. He felt himself growing even harder, filling her every inch. 

"Sooo good" he moaned, closing his eyes and concentrating on that union. Her eyes closed too, as her hands caressed her own breasts, pulling on her nipples as she moved back and forth.

She began to lift up, his cock pulling out of her pussy. Then she thrust back down, again filling her self with him. More quickly she moved, humping him faster and faster, in and out as her creamy juices ran down his shaft and her legs. 

"Mmmm, fuck me hard Lisa" he moaned, and her pace increased. It seemed he went deeper into her each time. She rocked her pussy back and forth on him, and he could feel his orgasm beginning to build. "Do you want me to cum inside of you baby?" he asked, feeling her entire pussy making love to his cock. 

"Oh yes, cum with me.... Now!" she moaned as the orgasm began to build in her own body.

That was too much for him to contain, his cock began pulsing in waves, jerking inside her tight pussy as his cum spurted deep inside of her. Her own pussy contracted with her orgasm, feeling each others pleasure as they came together. She slowed down her movements, but kept him deep inside of her, his cock still pulsing weakly now, but still hard. She collapsed on him, their naked bodies tight together as they kissed. He held her tightly, as she put her head on his chest and relaxed every muscle in her body.




Pizza Delivery



"So good" he whispered, caressing her hair and kissing her head softly. 

"Awesome" is all she could say.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Oh shit, the pizza" Lisa said. She quickly put on her robe and ran to the door. Standing outside was the cutest little blond girl she had ever seen. 

"Hi" the girl said, "Pizza?" 

"Come on in" Lisa said, showing her into the living room. "I have to get some money". Lisa noticed the young girl's eyes drop to her chest, as she realized her robe had opened a little, exposing just a glimpse of her nipple. The girl licked her lips subconsciously. She wore a tight tank top that hugged her fairly large breasts, and black spandex shorts. 

She put the pizza on the coffee table and stood up, stretching her arms to the ceiling. "Last delivery" she said, "I'm so tired."

Lisa couldn't help but admire her body, so tight but so round in all the right spots. She got the money off the counter, and came back in the living room. The girl was bending over the pizza, taking it out of the warmer bag. Her ass was so beautiful, her shorts showing every curve and crevice. Lisa was still staring when the girl straightened up and smiled. 

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything," she said, a knowing smile on her face. 

Lisa laughed, "No it was actually great timing."

Lisa counted out the money. "Keep the change" she said. It was a five dollar tip. 

"Wow, thanks" the girl said, "that's so nice." She turned to leave and opened the door. 

"Wait" Lisa began, swallowing hard. "Are you hungry? We can never finish a whole pizza."

"Wow, that's really nice of you" she smiled back. "I have to go back and return the pizza truck, but I'm not doing anything. It will only take me a couple minutes... if you really mean it."

"I do! I'm Lisa" Lisa said, extending her hand. 

"Hi, I'm Traci", the girl replied, taking Lisa's hand and holding it firmly. Lisa felt her robe slip open again, and watched Traci's eyes follow the opening to glimpse her body. Traci licked her lips and looked back into Lisa's eyes. "I'll be right back, ok?" 

"Sure" Lisa said, "just come right in, the door won't be locked."

Lisa watched Traci walk out the door and down the sidewalk, her perfect ass moving sensually as she walked. The girl smiled and waved to Lisa as she got into the truck and drove off.

"Hey baby, are you coming back?" called a voice from the bedroom. Lisa walked back and saw Woody laying spread eagle on the sheets, his half-hard dick in his hand as he stroked it slowly. 

Lisa licked her lips. "Aren't you hungry?" 

"I want to eat, but not pizza just yet" he replied, that lusty smile crossing his face. Lisa stood at the side of the bed and Woody reached over to open her robe completely. It slid from her shoulders to the floor. "I love the feel of your body" he whispered, as he began to kiss her stomach, working his way down to her mound. 

She climbed into bed and took his hardening cock in her hands too. They kissed deeply, their bodies pressing tightly together as she lay on top of him. She felt his cock grow against her leg. "I want to taste you now" he whispered, turning them over so he was now on top of her. 

"I want that big hard cock too" she said, and she reached down to caress his hard dick. 

He turned around, slowly kissing down her chest, pausing to suck and bite both hard nipples as he moved lower to her stomach. His legs were now beside her head, and he lifted a knee to straddle her face as he kissed her mound, his tongue sliding over the smoothly shaved pussy lips.

Lisa took him into her mouth, sucking him deeply as he moaned in pleasure. He replied by moving his tongue all around her pussy as she opened her legs all the way for him. She sucked her breath in as he touched her clit with his soft tongue, then delved deeper inside of her, pressing it deep into her pussy. Her wetness came on stronger, and he licked it up, swallowing the sweetness of her juices. His tongue danced over her pussy, her clit, her mound and her inner thighs. He could taste the remnants of his own cum mixed with hers from her wet pussy.

She began sucking on his thick dick, as he moved up and down, fucking her mouth with it. Her tongue slid over the shaft, feeling it grow even bigger, knowing that he was enjoying what she could do with her tongue as much as she liked what he was doing with his own.

They were lost in the pleasure of the 69, both of them coming close to orgasm as his tongue drove deeper into her pussy. He loved the feeling of her lips, the sweet taste and the strong response that she gave him whenever he touched her that certain way. She moaned and writhed under him, her sounds muffled by his cock in her mouth.

"Can I help at all?" came a voice from the bedroom doorway. Traci stood there, obviously enjoying the scene. Her hand was inside her spandex shorts, rubbing herself rapidly as she gazed at the two of them writhing together. He other hand was on her one of her tits, squeezing it as her hard nipples showed themselves upright under her tight tank top.

Woody could see her from his position on top of Lisa, but didn't stop.

Lisa pulled Woody out of her mouth as she gasped. Woody moved his body off of Lisa, still licking and sucking at Lisa's pussy. He moved around to lie on his stomach between her legs. Lisa just moaned softly, not able to form words. She stared at Traci, becoming even more turned on as she watched this lovely girl playing with herself just three feet away. 

"Uh huh" moaned Lisa, concentrating again on Woody's tongue working her over. He was now between her legs, his face looking up at her eyes as his tongue entered her deeply. Traci quickly peeled off her shorts, and pulled her tank top over her head. Her breasts were so round, her nipples so large and pink that Lisa gasped again. Her pussy showed just a touch of blonde hair, neatly trimmed. 

Traci knelt on the bed, stroking Lisa's hair with her fingers, her other hand now sliding over Lisa's lithe body. Lisa felt a shock of electricity where Traci touched, her soft warm hands feeling so good. Traci caressed her breasts, squeezing them tightly as she leaned down close to Lisa's face. They kissed briefly, Lisa feeling almost a jolt when their lips touched. Woody watched from his vantage point between Lisa's legs, still enjoying sliding his tongue slowly over Lisa's gushing pussy. 

Lisa reached up, her hands behind Traci's head, pulling her back to her mouth. They kissed deeper, their tongues circling around each other's. It felt so different, but so good, to kiss her soft mouth. Traci broke the kiss, and ran her soft lips down over Lisa's neck, kissing and softly biting her shoulders as she continued to caress Lisa's tits. Traci's fingers began to pinch her hard nipples and Lisa moaned as she enjoyed the touches. Traci then kissed lower, down between Lisa's breasts, then sucking first one, then the other firm mound into her mouth. Lisa closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Woody and Traci's mouths working over her body.

Traci was so wet now. She used her hand to rub her own pussy while she worked over Lisa's tits. Traci thought how awesome it was to make love to a beautiful woman like this. She knew the first time she saw her that this girl was special. She was so beautiful, her body so perfect that she couldn't help being turned on, especially when she saw that hard nipple slip out earlier. She had been horny all day and was looking forward to going home to have a good vibrator session. But Lisa's offer seemed too good to be true. Traci's pussy had been dripping all the way back to the shop, and then getting into her own car and back to the house. She walked in the open door, expecting to see them eating pizza, but heard the unmistakable noises coming from the bedroom. She couldn't resist looking, and was amazed at the two naked people on the bed, obviously enjoying oral pleasures.

Traci used her hand to caress Lisa's tits too, grasping her hard nipples between her fingers as she continued to suck one, then the other breast.

Lisa lay back then, still enjoying the tongue work that Woody was providing, just slowly sucking her pussy so softly. Traci kissed her again, now it was Lisa's turn to taste Traci's tits. Traci's fingers lowered to Lisa's stomach and her breasts hung over Lisa's face so invitingly. Lisa instinctively kissed her nipple, then opened her mouth to accept her tit, loving the feeling of her soft breast in her mouth.

Traci moaned as Lisa's mouth and tongue worked magic on her body. Her nipples were so sensitive, it felt so good.

Lisa reached around, caressing Traci's back with her hands, rubbing them up and down. She reached down to her tight ass cheeks, caressing and squeezing them softly. The felt so smooth in her hands, so firm but soft. Her hands ran over Traci's thighs and stomach, moving up to her breasts again, then back down. She felt her hands brush over Traci's pubic mound, feeling the tuft of soft hair in her fingers. 

Traci wanted Lisa to touch her pussy now. She thought how much she wanted to feel Lisa's hands caress her wetness. She opened her legs wider, giving her access as she knelt up on the bed next to Lisa. Lisa's hands moved lower to Traci's inner thighs, then slowly moved up to feel Traci's lips with her fingers. She was so wet! Lisa felt her smooth inner lips and slid her finger between them. They were so wet that her fingers slid easily. She felt her pussy entrance with her fingers, and played around it with middle finger. Her other fingers moved around her clit, feeling it stiffen as she touched it.

Traci couldn't stand it any more. She moved closer to Lisa, and moving her leg across her, straddled her chest. Her pussy was inches away from Lisa's face now. She was rubbing herself on Lisa's chest, her wet pussy sliding easily over her tits. She rubbed her wet lips over Lisa's breasts, one at a time. Lisa's hard nipples touched inside of Traci's pussy, glancing over her clit and sending shivers all over Traci's body. Lisa's hands caressed Traci's ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as Traci enjoyed the feeling of flesh against flesh.

"Oh God Lisa, that's sooo good," she moaned.

Woody slowed his licking, now with Traci's nice ass almost in his face. He kissed her ass, then kissed back between Lisa's thighs.

Then, Lisa's hands began pulling Traci toward her face by moving Traci by the hips. Slowly, Traci slid higher on the bed, her wet pussy leaving a trail of slippery wetness on Lisa's chest. 

Lisa kissed at her blonde mound, her tongue slipping out to taste Traci's wetness. Traci closed her eyes as Lisa's long tongue began to explore her folds. She put her hands against the wall to steady herself, as she looked down at Lisa's mouth working wonders on her. Lisa circled Traci's pussy with her tongue, starting around the outside lips, tasting her sweetness, circling to the inside lips, and finally entering her hole. Traci moved up and down slightly, fucking Lisa's face with as she moved her hips back and forth. Her clit was growing bigger as Lisa's lips wrapped around it, sucking it softly, then harder. 

Traci moaned as she squeezed her own breasts in her hands, pinching her nipples between her fingers as Lisa's tongue danced between her legs. She tried to watch Lisa's tongue work over her soaking pussy, the view of this beautiful woman's tongue disappearing into her pussy an incredible sight. She began to hump her body into her face, pushing her pussy into Lisa's mouth, then pulling back, and starting over again. Traci felt her orgasm building up quickly. 

"You're going to make me cum Lisa!" she screamed. The words intensified Lisa's tongue movements, as she pushed her tongue inside Traci's pussy as far as she could reach. "Ahhhhhh, I'm cummmmminnnngggg! All over your face!" Traci screamed, bucking her hips against Lisa's tongue and lips. Her pussy exploded with juices that streamed down Lisa's face. Lisa's tongue remained buried in her pussy as she felt it contract around her tongue as the orgasm continued. 

Meanwhile, Woody had been doing the same things to Lisa, and she felt her own orgasm begin to overtake her. Traci lifted herself off of Lisa's face, now covered with her pussy juices. Lisa breathed deeply and let herself go to feel her orgasm. 

"Oh yessss" she moaned, as Woody's own tongue delved deeper inside her pussy. Her orgasm started small, then built in intensity. Traci lay beside her now, and was caressing Lisa's breasts and stomach as the orgasm hit full steam. Lisa's hips bucked, pressing herself to Woody's face. She let the orgasm have its way with her body, tingling all over. Slowly, the waves faded and his mouth came off of her soaking mound. 

Both Lisa and Woody's faces were covered in cum, but it tasted so good. After a minute, when Lisa could breathe normally again, she smiled down at him. 

"Woody, I'd like you to meet my new friend, Traci."

"Hi Woody," Traci said as she approvingly gazed at his raging hard-on, "I think you need some attention yourself, don't you agree Lisa?" 



Pizza Delivery



Stacy knew she was a sexy woman, although she never flaunted it. Very classy, men paid her more than enough attention every time she left the house. She dressed stylishly. Very put together. Not flashy, or provocative. It was just her pretty face topped with her blonde locks and curvy body that attracted the looks she received. During her 17 years of faithful marriage though, she paid little attention to her admirers, except maybe just enough to be flattered by them.

Her husband — now ex-husband — was actually critical of her looks, much to the disbelief of anyone around her who had two working eyeballs. He was also an asshole in general. Enough about him. She had moved on.

At 37, people genuinely believed her to be in her late twenties. Not that they would just say that to be polite, as people are often inclined to do. Most people really just thought that's how young she was, and she felt no compulsion to correct them.

So she decided there was nothing wrong with having a little fun. Men seemed to like how she looked, she was now single, and she learned that she really loved being a distraction to men. She loved men.

It was innocent enough anyway. She ordered a pizza one Sunday night, before the kids came home. It would have made more practical sense to order it maybe an hour later, closer to when they would be arriving to actually eat the pizza, but that would have been less fun.

She decided to change into an outfit she wore when she exercised at home. Not anything she would wear out jogging around the neighborhood, or to the gym. It was not public attire for her. No one ever saw her in this revealing little getup but her. And tonight, the pizza delivery boy.

It was a simple tight pink tank top, meant to be worn with a sports bra. She skipped the bra. Stacy would never dream of leaving the house, or being around others in her own home without a bra to cover her firm, ample breasts. This is not because they would sag, or look less attractive without the bra—the opposite was actually the case—it was because she was one of these rare women whose nipples are perpetually hard. And prominent. Impossible not to notice if she was braless. Tonight, she was braless, and she was getting excited about it.

She also wore a little pair of gray shorts with a pink vertical stripe on the sides (it has to match the top, of course, even if she just exercising alone!). The thing about these shorts is that they are very tight on her round posterior globes, and too short to cover her enough to make her decent. Decent, however, was not really was she was going for tonight.

To the bystander, she just looked like a young, hot blonde woman who just happened to have perhaps finished a workout just before her food arrived. She knew how she delicious she looked, though, and it made her tingly in anticipation.

When she heard the knock at the door, she had second thoughts, like maybe she should throw something on over the little outfit. She stuck to her guns, and bounced over to answer the door.

Standing at the door was exactly who she was hoping it would be. It was the same delivery guy who came last Sunday, who had inspired her behavior tonight. He was tall, very good-looking, muscular, and so sexy she found herself fantasizing about him at times throughout the week. She took in his masculine image and felt very good about her choice of attire.

The fact that he was 25 years old was also a turn-on to her. Stacy had recently discovered a keen sexual interest in younger men. She would have to explore that interest further some time. 

He smiled, and struggled to not make it obvious that he was looking at her rock-hard nipples, pointing straight at him. She made small talk for a moment, and said she had to go get the money. When she turned around and walked away from him in a straight line to the coffee table some twenty feet away, she knew he would be staring at her ass cheeks hanging out of her too-short shorts. As she wiggled her hips slightly, she actually smiled as she walked over to the table. 

When she got to the coffee table, she decided that she just had to bend over at the waist to sift through her purse. She stood, bent over, with her curvy ass and hips on display to him, straining the fabric of her small shorts. She abruptly turned around the face him, quick enough that she could actually catch him staring at her ass. Declaring that she found her money, she practically skipped over the door where he was standing, causing her firm, braless breasts to bounce as she did. She was being bad, and she was now sure that she liked it.

To help alleviate the poor man, holding armfuls of food and sodas, she volunteered to take the bag of sodas from his arm, and beckoned him to follow her with the food into the kitchen. Having as much fun as she was so far, she decided to take it up a little notch. 

She pretended to lose her footing a little as she walked in front of him, causing her stop suddenly in front of him as she regained her balance. In that moment that she stopped, he bumped into her, kind of hard. She felt his pelvis meet her firm butt, and she was delighted beyond measure to feel that he definitely had a hard-on! It turned her on so much to know that his penis just touched her barely-covered ass that she was very conscious of how very wet her pussy had become. In fact, because she was not wearing any panties, she suddenly became very nervous that he would be able to see a wet spot on her gray shorts between her legs. With that, she quickly gave him his money, and sent him on his way.

As soon as he was out the door, Stacy was on the couch with her gray shorts on the floor, and yes, there was a visible wet spot! Before he was out of the driveway, she had two fingers inserted and she was vigorously rubbing her clit, imagining that she was bent over in front of that hunk of a younger man, and was holding onto her hips fucking her without mercy. She heard herself moaning as she came, gushing more of her feminine juices on her busy hands as she did.

What Stacy liked the most about her little adventure on Sunday was that the pizza delivery boy had no idea that she orchestrated anything at all. It all looked very innocent. She felt like a bad girl though, and she wanted to do it again.

The next few weeks, she got a few more deliveries, always from the same stud. Stacy wore nice clothes, maybe a little low-cut, maybe a little sexy, but nothing outrageous. She learned from a few of their brief discussions that his name was Rob and he was actually a graduate student working on a Masters degree, and he just delivered pizza part-time. She liked the way he looked at her, and he never seemed to want to leave after he had been paid.

Finally the itch got to her and she needed to do it again. She ordered a pizza, long before anyone would be home to eat it, of course, and put on a thin, black party dress that she had. The reason she chose this dress, in addition to very clearly showing off her sexy figure and her erect nipples, was that the length of it was actually adjustable. So, being a little bit badder than usual, she adjusted it. She made the dress far shorter than she would ever wear outside of the house, and, whoops, she forgot to put on a bra with it. And, oh my, she neglected to wear panties as well. Stacy looked at herself in the mirror and thought this might be too much. She looked like a call girl, she observed, but the bad girl in her liked that. Very much, in fact. And it seemed like her inner bad girl was pretty much in charge tonight.

She heard the knock at the door, and hoped that he favorite pizza delivery boy would be there. She was not disappointed, and by the shocked expression on his face, he was not disappointed either. She smiled and paused, and watched him struggle to be a gentleman. Then, she said she had to get the money. He was used to that part of their routine, as she always seemed to make him wait around, about which he had no complaints.

Her purse was on the desk right near the door. She could have just reached in and pulled out some cash, but Stacy wanted to have some fun. So, she sat down in the chair that faced the doorway, directly in front of Rob. As she rummaged through the purse, which she held on her lap, she was aware that her legs were not together. In fact, they were apart. Almost spread open, as she pretended to be so focused on her task of locating a twenty-dollar bill that she was unaware of her careless posture. 

Stacy felt herself burning with arousal, as she knew that Rob was staring right in between her open legs at her exposed pussy. She couldn't believe was actually showing the pizza delivery guy her pussy, and she was in no hurry to stand up. Her dress was so short, it was not even an obstacle to his view. She felt exhilarated.

She could also feel how wet her pussy was. "I bet he can see my juices," she thought. She could even smell her arousal. She wondered if he could smell her scent from where he was. She found herself hoping that he could. How naughty.

When she looked up at him, after what seemed like hours, Rob's mouth was actually hanging open a little, and it took him a little longer than usual to make eye-contact with her again. "I found it," she announced, as she stood up and traded the money for the pizza, and told him to have a nice night. 

She closed the door. She set the pizza down on the desk and sat herself in that chair again, spreading her legs so she could masturbate right there. She was so wet, she could hear her juices as she plunged her fingers into herself, and made herself come thinking about what it would be like to just suck his cock right there. He was so sexy, and she was learning that she loved being naughty, even if he had no idea she was doing it on purpose. She felt electric with what she had just done. 

Breathlessly, when she came back down to earth from her intense fantasy-driven orgasm, she changed out of the black dress, put on some regular house clothes, and waited for her kids to come home. Stacy thought maybe she enjoyed doing that a little too much. Maybe she wasn't as conservative as she thought. She really started to wonder about this other side of herself.

What other plans would this inner bad girl have in store for her? 



Pizza Delivery



Mia had never felt her pussy so full, so stretched, and she had never felt so used and powerless. This was by far the biggest cock she had ever felt. This beast of a man was twice her size, muscles flexing, sweat beading on his smooth ripped skin. His arms were larger than her thighs with every muscle defined. He had enough strength to break her body like a twig. She felt so vulnerable and submissive. 

She could feel that he was close to his climax as his frantic thrusts became harder and deeper, his breathing shallower. He had one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder controlling her body. Like a rag doll he pulled her into him meeting his thrusts. 

She could feel her orgasm approaching, she was close. Her moans filled the room as if they were coming from elsewhere 

Mia screamed "fuck me fuck me please......" 

"yeah that's it..." 

"don't stop - ahhhhhh..."

Her body convulsed as wave after wave of intense carnal pleasure swept over her. Mia's tight pussy muscles gripped his huge shaft. Max concentrated on the sensations he felt in his swollen glans, purple and fully engorged. He could feel the soft wet silky walls of her canal enveloping his head. Every intrusion and reversal bringing him closer to his goal of filling her with his seed. 

He switched his hands grabbing her by the hips and positioning her body for better, deeper access. This had the effect of arching her back and opening her cunt more, maximising his penetration. Her vagina had never been filled like right now, this guy was the biggest she had ever taken - and she loved it. She could feel his glans bumping up against her cervix with every thrust. 

He was close. His balls tightened and after a few more lunges he came. Thick wads of sperm ejaculated forcefully from the end of his cock. He ground his cock deep pulling Mia's small body back into him. Three huge streams of sperm filled cum shot forth followed by smaller dribbles. Mia could feel every spray as the ejaculate painted her cervix with the white cream. 

Max's semen mixed with the huge pools of man juice that had already been shot inside her vagina. Thus creating a cum cocktail inside her belly. 

Mia was filled with lust, feeling this guy cum inside her as he slowly pumped the remainder of his nut juice into her. Mia felt like a total slut, a whore....... and she loved it. She thought back to the start of this impromptu fuck-fest and how a seemingly innocent beginning now left her completely satisfied, sore and physically drained. She knew that she would be leaking for days after today's fun.

It was 7 hours ago that she knocked on the door of the house delivering her last pizza of the night. It was 10pm and she had decided that she would hook up with her friends after a shower and a tidy up. However that was not to eventuate and her night would be much different to anything she had experienced before.

Mia was a short attractive young woman 20yo, her 160cm frame in proportion, C cup breasts, and a great bum, beautiful cheeky smile. She had only been with 3 guys before and even though she had a wicked mind was relatively inexperienced. 

The door was ajar and she hear a call from inside "come on in". There were 2 guys sitting on a couch watching the TV, too intent on the screen to get up and greet her at the door. For a second she thought, "how rude" but shrugged off the thought as she looked at how nice the guys seemed. After a second the guys looked up and saw Mia, they were surprised because they were expecting one of their mates rather than the cute pizza delivery girl. 

Mia was bending over the table laying out the pizza when in walked Matt with a perfect view of Mia's arse which was in a pair of black figure hugging lycra pants. Matt couldn't stop himself and grabbed Mia by the hips and said "hey boys who ordered the desert?" The guys all laughed, but Mia started to feel uncomfortable. The 3 guys on the couch quickly stood and in an instant Mia was being carried off into another room. She started to scream but then felt a large hand cover her mouth muffling any noise. It took the guys less than 3 minutes to have Mia ready. 

They gagged her with a tea towel, stripped her completely naked and tied her into some sort of contraption. Mia didn't know, but the device which was securely hanging from the garage ceiling was a sex swing. Designed for any occupant to be in the perfect position for sucking and fucking.

Mia struggled and tried to scream but it was no use there was no way that she was going to be able to free herself. She pretty soon resigned herself to her fate realising that the guys had anything but honourable intentions for her. 

Matt was the first to approach Mia, he cupped a hand behind her neck then gently ran the other hand down her body in a slow sensual movement taking care to avoid her breasts. Mia was not impressed and jerked her body around in a vane attempt to avoid his touch. He bent down and kissed her forehead and cheek, taking a deep smell of her perfumed hair. He then traced over her tummy then around her pubic mound to her inner thighs. Mia squirmed more but her movements were limited. Matt then walked around to between Mia's legs dropped to his knees. He nuzzled his nose close to her delicate folds of flesh and took a deep breath. Her musky scent filled his nose and penetrated his body, filling his mind with lust. His already hard cock stiffened further. He took off his shirt and Mia could not help but admire his tanned muscular body. He then removed his pants releasing his erection which stood up proud pointing toward his belly with a slight curve to the right. 

Matt, then stuck out his tongue and ever so gently licked the folds of Mia's labia. He then licked up parting her lips and coating her bud with his saliva. Mia tingled at his touch. He then traced back down and using a pointed tongue entered her. He licked and savoured her pungent taste, sucking her flaps into his mouth. He then raised his hand and started to finger her. By this time the men had circled their prize like a pack of hungry wolves. 2 guys lowered their heads and started to suck on her nipples. They were already hard but more from her nakedness than any desire. Although the guys thought otherwise. 

Mia was moistened slightly by Matts, tonguing. So he stood and pointed his penis toward her. He spat on his hand and lubricated his bulging knob in preparation for it's journey. Using 2 fingers he parted her outer lips exposing her soft pink inner lips. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed in. Mia was horrified, she never ever thought that she would be raped but it was happening to her. In one powerful lunge he pushed past her resistant opening and entered her. Mia squirmed uselessly. Matt grabbed Mia's hips with both hands and began to slowly hump her. He felt that she was a little dry but before long her natural reactions kicked in and he could feel her lubrication easing his penetrations. When Mia's pussy was wet enough he increased his tempo and started to fuck this slut good. 

Mia was horrified when she started to feel the reaction that her body had to this intrusion. It was as if her body was betraying her. She felt open vulnerable and completely at the mercy of these guys and she now knew that they all wanted to fuck her. They didn't care about her, she was just a fuck toy to them, to be used for their pleasure no matter if she resisted or not.

Mia had often secretly fantasised about these things but none of her 4 lovers had even hinted at such disgusting dirty desires. In fact she had never had an orgasm with them and only fucked missionary. Today was going to a day of firsts! 

Matt fucked into Mia's cunt with increasing vigour, even though he was intent on his own pleasure he was also aware of what was happening to his conquests body. At first she resisted trying to avoid his touch, then her nipples hardened and when he tasted her he knew that she would eventually succumb to the treatment she was going to get. Now her vagina was providing plenty of lubrication and as he watched his cock piston in and out of this fragrant cunt he could see his cock being coated in her honey. 

But Matt wanted her mind to follow and it wasn't long before he started to feel the subtle changes that indicated that her resistance was waning. Firstly the expression on her face changed from anger to passive acceptance. Then her legs opened ever so subtly, finally almost imperceptibly he could feel her shift her pelvis and before long, although her movement was limited by the swing, he felt her replying to his thrusts. He continued to plow into her (he was one of these guys who could control his orgasm's) knowing that sooner or later she would be completely lost to the lust she was no doubt feeling. He felt powerful, strong and manly as he took this helpless woman. 

Mia, could not believe the feelings that she was now getting, all the other guys she had slept with would have blown their bolts by now and be nothing but shrivelled replica's of their harder selves. But this guy was different, to her surprise she was actually starting to enjoy this as the pleasure she was feeling in her loins began to spread out through her body. Involuntarily her hips started to rock as she tried to position her vagina so that his penis was hitting the sweet spot with every entry. She could feel her juices now flowing freely and how easily his cock was now thrusting in and out. She began to think about his orgasm and how he would fill her with his sperm. She imagined what the scene looked like as if she was looking down on herself. She felt like a whore and a slut and she was realising just how much she enjoyed the feelings of being submissive.

Matt increased his pounding, looking down he enjoyed the view of Mia's clit swollen and sensitive under it's protective hood. Her pussy lips stretched and wrapped around his shaft. His veins engorged as they pump blood into his shaft. As he withdrew her lips stretched back with his withdraw looking like they didn't want to let him out. He could feel his orgasm starting to build but he wanted her to cum first. He knew she was getting close, she was moaning through the gag. She drew her legs back straining at the restraints. Her breathing became shallow and she closed her eyes tight. Her face was contorted in lust. Matt then licked his thumb and pulled back on her hod to expose her clit. He pressed firmly and then made tiny circular movements on the engorged organ. 

This was enough to send Mia over the edge, wave after wave of passion flowing over her body, her whole body shuddered, and she moaned uncontrollable a low guttural sound leaving her gagged mouth. Her pussy convulsed milking Matt's cock and coaxing it toward his orgasm. After the initial climax, Mia's mind went to Matt and she started to think about the seed that he would soon shoot into her body. She had never had thoughts like this before but now she craved his seed and willed him to unload into her eager pussy. Matt upped the tempo more and could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightened and then suddenly he was there. He could feel his sperm shoot up the tube and spray the walls of Mia's pussy. He pumped one final hard and pulled her hips back into him his cock buried no deeper. He slowly gyrated his head being massaged by this sluts insides. It had been 3 days since Matt's last ejaculation and he had given this whore a good load of his sperm. He withdrew but as he did so he ran his fingers along the under side of this shaft making sure the last drops of juice were inside this slut. 

As soon as Matt stepped back Ben lined up and plunged into Mia. His cock was about the same length but thicker and his head was larger. Ben had been standing beside the woman's body feeling her tummy, massaging her breasts and smelling the mushy odour emanating from her groin. Precum already dribbling from the end of his cock, he lined up Mia's fuck hole and plunged balls deep inside her. The extra girth surprised Mia and she breathed in deeply through her nose. Ben started fucking her furiously much faster than Matt had. Mia was hardly down from her last orgasm when her next one started to build again. 

Somebody took off her gag. She said a quiet "thank you" before moaning again. 

Mia was amazed at the ferocity of Ben's rutting, her body had never experienced anything like it before he was like a machine and fuck did it feel good. Mia's eyes were closed and she was concentrating on the feelings welling up again, when she felt something warm soft and fleshy touch her lips. She had only once sucked cock but for some reason she wanted to devour this one. Somebody then adjusted the swing and suddenly her head was laid back. She opened her mouth and felt hands on the side of her head and the head of Glen's cock pushed past her lips and into her mouth. She tried to use her tongue but with her head upside down it was difficult. Glenn didn't really care, he just wanted to pump into the slut and any opening would do. Ben's furious rutting also had the effect of rocking Mia's body so her mouth was sliding up and down on Glen's shaft. With every rock forward he slightly crept forward burying his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. 

Mia was now glad that she read the article in Cleo when she was 17, explaining techniques for satisfying a man. Since then she had practised deep throating bananas and had learned how to control her gag reflex. Because Glenn' cock was now being pumped balls deep into her mouth. Mia could smell the musky sweaty cum smell emanating from his balls and she could feel the soft smooth saved skin caressing her nose. Her body continued to respond to the pounding that Ben was giving and her next climax as fast approaching. 

Ben could feel the soft honey and cum covered walls of the slut's cunt, the sensitive head of his cock being massaged and coaxed toward his orgasm with every thrust and withdrawal. Ben was not too concerned about pleasing this whore, he was only intent on giving her a load of his hot jizz and man it was going to be soon. His face was covered in a sheen of sweat, his balls tightened and his breathing became shallower, the blood flow to his organ increased swelling his head even more. Thus increasing the sensitivity, until it was almost unbearable. His body was primed and after a couple of more thrusts, the muscles at the base of his cock contracted sending a shot of baby batter through his spoof tube. The white fluid travelled up the underside of his shaft, compressed as it travelled through his glans shooting out the end of his head in a forceful white stream. The semen splattered onto Mia's cervix followed close behind by 2 more less powerful shots. His semen mixed with Matt's earlier load and the sperm wriggled and fought their way up into her uterus in search of Mia's egg. Ben's climax was subsiding and he withdrew his semi hard cock leaving the sluts fuck hole gaping where he had been a second before. 

Glen was almost ready to cum, in fact Mia's mouth felt so good that he pumped one shot into the back of her throat. Glen held the base of his cock stopping the shots of cum and delaying his climax, quickly raced around to Mia's gaping open cunt and buried his shaft, balls deep. He sprayed 3 more shots into her cunt adding to the baby batter already in her belly. Mia swallowed the cream and licked her lips. She enjoyed the salty flavour but enjoyed even more the slutty feelings swirling around in her head.  

The guys were thirsty and ready for a little recovery. They decided that as Mia was now co-operating she had earned her freedom, so they released her and offered her a drink. 

After about 10 minutes, Glenn, said with a wicked smile on his face, "ok - time for round two!" He took Mia's by the hand and led her into the bedroom with Ben and Matt following.

Cum started leaking from her pussy, and by the time she had taken the 10 steps to the bedroom her upper thighs were covered in the liquid. She wanted to clean herself but Matt told her "No you're our cum slut now, just leave it" "besides you will need all the lube you have for what we have in mind!" Mia was a little puzzled by that comment. 

Matt laid down on the bed pulling Mia down on top of him. Matt grabbed Mia's knees and pulled them up into a cow girl position. Matt, then reached around, rubbed his cock around Mia's dripping crotch to lubricate it, then guided his semi erect prick into Mia. Mia, pushed down but Matt's cock bent a little and didn't really penetrate any deeper. But she persisted and soon the warmth and velvety walls of her vagina had the desired effect on Matt's cock. What a great feeling having Matt's cock grow and expand inside her. He lifted her up off his body, planted his feet on the bed and pumped up into her. Somehow this position increased Mia's sensitivity and waves of pleasure began emanating from her groin. 

Mia's cunt was so wet and Matt's thrusts so vigourous that slurping sounds filled the room. Mia was a little embarrassed at first but that soon passed as her pleasure increased. Matt could feel her wetness and the bodily juices coating his dick and running down his balls. 

Ben took a position at the head of the bed standing over the copulating couple. He offered his semi rigid cock to Mia's mouth, She eagerly licked at his head like a lolly pop, then took it into her mouth. His cock had that sweet musky sent of woman combined with the chlorine like smell of sperm. The smell was intoxicating for Mia as thoughts of where this cock had been filled her mind. Mia's oral attention soon had Ben's cock straining and rock hard. Mia was pleased with herself that she could have this effect on a guy. She cupped his balls and stroked his shaft as she concentrated her effort on his sensitive mushroom head. Her hands could hardly fit around his girth and she wondered how on earth she had been able to fit this thing inside her before. 

Mia, then felt fingers around her crotch, Glenn had made a V with his fingers running one down each side of Matt's cock as it pumped in and out of Mia. He gathered some of the leaking fluids on his fingers and then rubbed the cream into the sluts arse hole. Mia, had never been touched on her freckle but she liked the feeling and the dirty thoughts that it invoked. Glenn then gently pushed a wet finger inside, waiting a moment for her to relax, before proceeding deeper. Matt grabbed Mia around her waist and pulled her down to him changing the angle of her hips in readiness for Glenn's journey. 

Glenn had used copious amounts of lube on his shaft, so he moved forward and pressed his knob against her freckle. Mia's first reaction was to pull away but Matt had her secured tightly so she couldn't move. Glenn pressed on and after some initial resistance he managed to ease the head of his cock past her sphincter. He waited for a few minutes then slowly began to fuck. Small movements at first then gradually increasing the depth with each thrust until he was fully buried inside. 

Mia, had never felt so full and stretched, she felt degraded and like a whore, but above all she felt intense pleasure and soon she was screaming "fuck me, fuck me please". The boys loved it when a woman begged them and so they happily obliged. Both guys could feel the others shafts through the soft skin separating the sluts fuck holes, this only served to increase the sensations that they were feeling in their organs. 

Mia, considered how things looked right now she had 3 cocks embedded in her 3 body cavities. Her cunt contained a sperm cocktail and she felt like a complete and utter slut. 

The three guys rode that bitch for hours dumping load after load inside every one of her fuck holes. Mia, was in a constant state of orgasm as wave after wave enveloped her body occasionally making her convulse and almost pass out. 




Pizza Delivery



For the last surprise of the night for Mia was when Max returned home. He had been out with his girl friend and came home at about 2am. When he opened the door he instantly recognised the strong aroma of sex in the air. Judging from the moans and groans coming from his bedroom he knew exactly what was happening. 

Max walked in and surveyed the scene. Some fuck whore was laying face up with Ben underneath cock impaled in her arse. Glenn had cum for the 4th time and was in the process of dismounting the slut and Matt was standing beside them wiping his cock with a towel.

Stripping off Max decided he needed a piece of this slut, his erection was growing quickly and he knew that his beast (as he liked to call it) would be ready soon. He wasn't quite hard but still his member was impressive close to 10 inches long and the size of a small wrist in girth. He aimed his head at Mia's dripping cum soaked entrance and pushed forward hard. He was gonna fuck this slut like she had never been fucked before. In his first stroke he impaled his monster balls deep. Withdrawing if was completely covered in a mixture of boy and girl juice. 

Mia let out a loud scream, a mixture of sweet pain and ecstasy...



Pizza Delivery



"Cindy, these pizzas will be ready in a few minutes." 

"Okay!" I reply. 

That was my boss, the head cook of Papa's Italiano, the best Italian restaurant in town. I'm just a college student, trying to make some money on the side. My job is to deliver pizzas to customers at their homes on my little scooter. It barely felt like actual work as it was pretty fun to drive the thing. Of course I didn't have to pay for gas or insurances. Today was just a casual Wednesday. It wasn't really busy, so it was kind of boring. I only had to work for 40 more minutes and my shift was done.

I was getting ready for another delivery as Luigi, my boss, was putting the finishing touches on the pizzas. He was a middle aged Italian man, with slightly tanned skin and a big belly. "From all the beer and pizza," he would always joke. He had short, jet black hair and always wore his work uniform, which consisted of green pants and a red-white striped shirt. He often chatted a bit with his employees when it wasn't that busy. He was divorced of his wife 8 years ago or so. She left him for some young college kid and ever since then, he doesn't hire any young guys anymore. Not that I mind that much, he was a really cool guy. He was always being goofy and making his stupid jokes around us and the customers. Pretty much everybody in town liked him. 

Like I said, I'm just a college girl, working to make some money. I would consider myself to be a typical girl. My name is common, who doesn't know someone named Cindy? I'm on the short side, about 5'4" with shoulder length blonde hair that is normally pulled back in a ponytail. At work I'm usually wearing skinny jeans and a red-white striped shirt from the restaurant, combined with a cute, red hat. I occasionally get little compliments on how cute my outfit looks on me. I don't think it looks that amazing, but I'll admit it's nice to hear. Other than studying for college and delivering pizzas, I like to play volleyball. I practice 3 times a week and it has given me a lean and smooth body. My figure was not as 'well endowed' as most other girls. I have A cup breasts, which most people didn't pay that much attention to. I didn't really hate them, though it did hurt a little when I was with my friends and people's eyes would usually travel south. My ass was probably my best feature, it often got ogling eyes from interested onlookers.

Everything about me was pretty normal I guess. Well, unless you counted the fact that I had a penis. Yes that's right. I have a penis. I always felt like I was born in the wrong body. I liked my penis though, so I didn't want to get rid of it. I wasn't exactly well hung like some porn stars, only about 5 inches, but I didn't mind. I still liked it though. 

So I was living my life as a girl with a dick and I loved it! I wasn't a virgin anymore either. Last year I had gotten together with my girlfriend. We were together for 6 months and I finally decided to let her in on my little secret. At first she was shocked, which is normal I guess, but she soon got over it. We talked things over and decided we both wanted to try it out. That night we made love and – despite it being the first time for both of us – it was amazing. We repeated it plenty of times after that. To her, it really must have felt like she was dating a mix of a boy and a girl. A girl on the outside, but a cock for in between the sheets.

A few months ago we broke up though, we had been fighting a lot and we decided it'd be better to just split up. I'll admit I felt pretty miserable, but I kept telling myself it was for the best. Looking back I was right. During those last weeks we were fighting almost constantly and it was really getting to us. Now we're back on friendly terms, kind of. We greet each other in the hallway and even though I wouldn't admit it, whoever made her cry could expect a kick In the crotch from me. I guess we're better off as friends than as lovers. 

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't realize the pizzas were done. "Cindy! Those pizzas ain't gonna deliver themselves sweetie." Luigi said, waking me up from my train of thought. 

"Right! Sorry, I'm going!" I quickly grabbed the address paper off the top of the box and was relieved to see it was nearby. 17th street was only about five minutes away. I was ready to go, grabbing the boxes and loading them in the scooter, I drove off and headed towards the delivery address. 

Delivering pizzas like this made you meet all kinds of people. Sometimes it was as ordinary as the family of four having an easy meal. Sometimes it was as creepy as an old guy, half naked answering the door and trying to flirt with me. And every once in a while it was as fun as delivering a shitload of pizzas to a college frat party, which was usually a lot of fun. Some guy, obviously high, would open the door and think I was a hovering, pink elephant. Luckily, I'd always get the cash and usually get tipped generously as well. They sometimes invited me in to party with them, but I always declined because I was still working. If I really wanted to, I suppose I could call Luigi and ask him if I could stop a little bit earlier, but I didn't want to bother him with that. 

The ride through town went pretty smoothly. It was kind of late, so there wasn't a lot of traffic at this time of the night. I passed through the town square, where a few guys were still hanging out. The police tended to pass by and check on them every once in a while. It was a pretty small town, so they had plenty of time to check up on little crimes and patrol big areas. But ultimately it's still an easy job for them, even if they have to deal with some minor crimes. 

I arrived at the house and hopped off my scooter. Making my way up the driveway I notice it is a pretty average looking place. I stopped in front of the door, peeking in through the glass. Not bad looking, nothing fancy either. I did see a nice painting hanging in the hallway. I think it featured a crowd of people with two people standing in the middle, holding a gun and a flag in the air. I shook my head and remembered why I was here. Taking one last look at the order sheet I knocked on the door.

After a few moments a young guy opens the door. He didn't look too bad, short blonde hair. His eyes were covered by sunglasses. He was wearing black pants and a white tank top. His body looked pretty smooth. 

He grins as he looks at me and checks me out. I mentally groan, but hid it as best as I could. Only two kinds of people wear sunglasses inside, blind people and assholes. I was pretty sure he wasn't blind. "one vegetarian and one hamburger pizza?" I ask, giving him a polite smile.

He nods, "That's right sugar. Why don't you come in and eat with us? I'm sure we have way too much anyway." He says in a cocky kind of way and flashes me one of those 'killer' smiles. 

I tried not to glare. I wouldn't mind if the flirting was done by a cute girl, but I wasn't even interested in guys; so this was mostly just plain annoying. 

Luckily for me, a cute girl came to my rescue by appearing in the doorway. She was dressed in denim shorts and a loose black tank top. Her auburn hair was done in a bun, which looked kind of good on her. She jabbed the guy's arm and glared at him. "Are you flirting again?" she asked in an annoyed, slightly angry tone. 

The guy just grinned, apparently this was pretty normal for them and he looked a little too happy. "No, of course not baby." He said in this same cocky tone. 

The girl just sighed in frustration. She grabbed him by the arm and pushed him back towards where she came from. She looked at me and softened up a little, "Sorry about that. He likes to get a little adventurous despite being with me." 

I just shook it off and smiled at her. "It's okay. I'm used to it." 

She smiled at me as well and nodded. "Good. So how much for the pizzas?" She asked, reaching for them.

I hand them over to her and reach for the bill. "$ 27.50 please."

She nods and goes back in the house, putting away the pizzas and getting her money I assumed. After a few minutes she returned and handed me 30 dollars. "There you go, keep the change." 

I smiled at her and nodded. "Thanks! Enjoy your meal!" It wasn't that much of a tip, but every bit counts. 

"We will. Thanks!" she happily replies and returns inside. 

I go back to my scooter and put the money in my bag. After another small drive, I arrive back at the restaurant. Luigi looks up as the doorbell rings. 

"Aaah Cindy, did everything go alright?" He asked.

"Of course!" I said in a happy tone. He usually asked me, even though deliveries rarely went wrong. There wasn't a lot of trouble in this city. I rarely got customers that didn't pay or any other troubles, but Luigi liked to ask anyway. 

As I entered the restaurant, I saw Luigi was cleaning his ingredients boxes. I took a quick glance at the clock and saw it was near closing time. I grabbed a broom and started cleaning the place up a bit. Even though we delivered, we also had plenty of tables for eating in, which usually caused a bit of a mess. During rush hours there would be a few waitresses handling all the orders. Still no male staff of course. People might even think Luigi was some kind of pervert, though everyone who came here more than once knew that wasn't the case. It was clear from our manner of talking to our way of interacting that we all kept this business strictly professional, while having fun in the meantime of course. 

A few minutes after I arrived, the phone went off again. Luigi picked it up and answered. During the conversation he nodded and gave affirmative answers. The conversation didn't last long and he soon put down the phone. He looked at me and said, "One large pizza, 3rd street." 

I pouted, "Awww, that's the other end of town." I was familiar with most street names, which was necessary as I had to deliver to them. Delivering to 3rd street now meant that I'd be home pretty late. Luckily for me Luigi was an understanding boss and he said, "I know Cindy, I know. But I already told her we would get it to her. How about you deliver this last one, then I'll close up and you can give me the money next time you come to work?" 

That's one of the things I liked about him. He didn't mind if we cut a few corners during work. Some bosses – either mine or having heard rumors of friends – were known to be huge tyrants. They'd demand everything was done by the book and if it wasn't, you could expect a big lecture. 

I smiled widely, "Sure! Thanks bo- I mean Luigi!" It always was a bit of a reflex of me to call him boss out loud, even though I knew he preferred to be called by his first name. It took a while to get used to calling your boss by his first name. 

He was beaming himself by now and shook his head slightly as he went to make the pizza. I helped him a bit and soon the pizza was ready to go. I loaded it in my scooter and set off for the final customer of the night. 

After the 15 minute drive I finally arrive at the house. It looked pretty big actually. One large pizza either meant a lonely soul inside or a fuzzy couple wanting to share their pizza. 

I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. It took a few minutes for me to hear any sign of life. I rung the bell again and just as I was about to leave or maybe call Luigi, the door opened. In the doorframe there was a flushed woman standing in a towel. She blushed and shyly looked at me. 

"God, I'm so sorry! I thought I had enough time to take a quick shower before you arrived, but I sure got that wrong." She explained. 

I smiled and shrugged it off, "It's okay, really. No problem." 

She smiled in relief. I was able to get a good look at her and saw she was quite attractive. She had light skin that still had a few drops of water, but otherwise was mostly dry. A white towel was wrapped around her body, covering her breasts till her upper legs. Her auburn hair was in a loose bun. It was completely dry, probably because she didn't wash it in the shower. As she looked back at me, I saw she had beautiful piercing green eyes. I found myself smiling at her. 

Before I realized what was happening, her towel began to loosen, sliding off her body. She yelped in surprise, and quickly reached for the edges. She was able to yank it back in place, but not before I caught sight of her breast. She began to try and rearrange her towel, she looked up at me blushing fiercely. 

"A large barbeque pizza, right?" I ask, only now realizing that I was shamelessly staring at this half naked woman. 

"Yes, yes." She quickly answers, "umm would you like to come in? It's kind of cold outside..." 

Seeing as she was dressed in nothing but a towel, I could understand why she would be cold. I nod and step inside with the pizza. "Yeah sure. Thanks." 

She smiles as she steps aside and I step in. "No problem, sorry I ordered so late by the way, kind of forgot about your closing time." 

She was just so cute, I wanted to tell her that no excuses were needed. There was no way I could ever care about such a mistake, especially if it made my heart pound like that. I giggled softly, "It's ok. I don't mind." I say in a warm tone and give her a friendly smile. 

Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red and she mumbles, "Thanks, I guess." She looks at one of the nearby doors and says, "Well come on in, please don't stay in the hallway." 

She goes inside the living room and I follow her. It was quite spacious and decorated nicely. Modern style I guess. I still had her pizza in my hands as I followed her inside. She turned around and looked at me. Our eyes connected and we seemed to stare into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. She slowly stepped closer to me, which made me do the same. Soon we both felt the pizza box bump into our stomachs. We looked down and immediately back up from each other. We both giggled in embarrassment, now equally blushing. 

She grabbed the box, which I somewhat reluctantly let go of, as if it meant I had to say goodbye to her. She put it on the table and looked back at me. I saw a sultry look on her face, desire in her eyes, her lips were only slightly apart. She had a look of suppressed lust, as if it only needed a small trigger to unleash it all. We stepped closer to each other and I put an arm on her hip. She looked down and for a split second I thought I'd made a huge mistake. But I must have had a similar look on my face and I felt her own hand on top of mine. 

"What's your name?" She asks softly, almost in a whisper. 

"Cindy," I replied, barely understandable. 

"I'm Emily," she said. After a few moments of hesitation, she asked. "D- do you have a girlfriend Cindy? Or a boyfriend?" 

I shake my head slowly, still hypnotized by her striking eyes. "No ... do you?" 

She shakes her head in reply. "No. Not anymore." 

She takes a step back and looks at me hesitantly. Her hands move up and my heart skips a beat as I see them moving to her towel. She loosens it and lets it fall to the floor. I gasp as I look at her.

In front of me was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Her breasts were slightly bigger than mine, though not much, about a B cup I think. Her nipples were pink and smallish, cute. Her areoles were slightly larger than normal, which looked pretty hot on her otherwise small breasts. Her entire frame was so slender, yet so curvy. I saw a cute, short patch of auburn hair between her legs, which looks really sexy on her otherwise smooth, shaven body. 

By then I notice my mouth was slightly open in astonishment and quickly closed it. I look up to see her biting her lower lip.

"D- do you want to...?" She asks softly, still unsure of herself.

I can't do anything else, but nod and step closer to her. "I'd love to..." I reply softly, extending my arms to her. 

Before I get the chance to wrap my arms around her, she almost jumps at me and embraces me in a tight hug. She buries her face in my neck. I automatically close my eyes and do the same with her. I let out a small sigh against her neck and she shudders slightly. 

"You must think I'm a slut or something. Seducing the pizza delivery girl like some college bimbo ..."

I couldn't stop a little giggle and said, "I don't think you're a slut Emily, you're cute." 

She loosens her grip around me and I do the same. She looks at me and says, "Thanks."

I smile, give her a quick kiss on the lips and whisper, "You're welcome. Now, want to have some fun with me?" I lean back a bit, so she can take a good look at me again, as if I'm presenting myself to her instead of the other way around.

She stares for a moment at me, then she nods. As an answer, she pressed her lips against mine. I eagerly returned the passionate embrace and we spend the next few minutes making out, tongues wrestling with each other. We softly moan in each other's mouths and press ourselves closer against the other. Our hands roam over each other's bodies, though we avoid the most erogenous zones for now, just touching parts like hips, legs and back. After a while we separate and look at each other again, panting heavily from the make out. She grins seductively and gently pushes me backwards. I'm in too much of a daze to realize what's going on. My eyes widen slightly as I realize I might fall over and just as I think I'm about to fall against the floor, I fall on the sofa instead. She grins mischievously and straddles me with her body. I smirk at her sudden change of heart, from shy to naughty. I run my hands up her sides, going near her breasts, but not touching them. She leans in and we press our lips together again. We start making out, while our hands are exploring the other one's body again. Our lovemaking had become more passionate now. I'm massaging her boobs, fingers going over her hardening nipples while she does the same with me. 

She pulls back from our hungry kiss, biting my lower lip, making me groan in excitement. She let go and I giggled. "Mmmm I want you." She said. She grabs the edge of my shirt and pulls it over my head, revealing my small, black bra. I can't help but blush slightly as she sees my small breasts, but she doesn't seem to mind the least. She grabs my boobs through the bra and starts playing with them, squeezing and rubbing them like a boy on his first date. 

"Err you don't mind ...?" I ask softly, slightly insecure about my small boobs. 

She looks up like I just said something stupid, "Of course not! I love them!" She exclaims. She quickly puts her hands around me and strips me of my bra so quickly, I'm pretty sure she has done this quite a few times before. 

I sigh in relief and relax as she starts to lick my nipples. "That's good. I always thought they were kinda small..." I mumble as I enjoy her tongue on my boobs. 

"What? No, they're perfect!" She exclaims again and I'm immediately convinced. She increases her efforts on my pink nipples and I feel them slowly start to stiffen. I let out a long moan and stroke her hair. I accidentally loosen up her bun, making her hair flow free, but apparently she doesn't mind. I look down and notice her hair reaches down her shoulders and she looks even more amazing than she did before. 

She looks up again and grins at me. She shuffles her hips slightly, making her pussy grind against my thigh. She bites her lip down in pleasure and I kiss her lips again. "Like that?" I whisper in her ear. 

"Love it." She replies and lets out another gasp as I gently bite on her neck. 

I keep this up for a while, biting and licking all over her neck as she grinds herself on my upper thigh. I lower my mouth a bit and take one of her nipples in my mouth, licking it and gently razing my teeth over it, while my fingers take care of the other one. When I think the first one had enough attention, I go to the other one and repeat the process. All this time Emily is moaning softly and pressing me against her chest, encouraging me to keep going. 




Pizza Delivery



When I'm done, I pull back and am rewarded with one of her cute grins. She stands up again and gets on her knees in front of me. "Let's get these pants off, shall we?" She teases and her hands work their way to my belly and she unbuttons them. 

I relax in the sofa as she unbuttons and loosens my pants. I was just thinking how annoying tight jeans were if I got hard and how good it'd feel to get those off in a minute. No, wait. She didn't know that I had a penis. Fuck! I instantly bolted up and she stared at me in shocked confusion. "What's wrong Cindy? I thought you liked this?" 

I was in complete panic. How the fuck could I have forgotten about that? I look hesitantly at her and mumble, "Emily, look ... uhm there's something I need to tell you." I figured there was no good way out of this anymore and I definitely didn't want to hurt her in any way. The best I could now was probably tell her the truth and hope she didn't freak out like the last time I told anyone.

She still looks confused at me, but nods. "Uhm okay. What is it?" 

I sigh and look at my feet in shame. I take a brief moment and gather my courage. "Well, it's like this ... I'm not actually a girl you know." I stammer. I look up to see her look of confusion hasn't changed yet, if anything it had only increased. I try to keep going and say, "I wasn't born as a girl. I started to change early in life, which made me who I am today." I take a deep breath and finally say it. "I'm a girl with a dick!" Saying it out loud like that felt kind of good, as if a weight fell off my shoulders. I didn't have to pretend anymore to be someone I'm not in front of this woman. She now knew who I was, for better or worse. 

I looked up again and found an even more shocked expression on her face. "S- so, you have a.." She started. 

"Penis. Yes," I said, finishing her sentence. "I'm a girl in every way except I have a cock and balls instead of a pussy." I didn't have any problems with it, though she probably does. I sigh and realize this is probably where the fun ends. I get up and say, "Look Cindy, sorry I didn't say it any sooner, but I got kinda ... distracted and, you know ... I'll just leave."

She immediately jumped up and grabbed my hand. "No!" She gasped.

I looked and stared at her. Now it was my turn to be confused and not know what to feel or say. "Wh- what?" 

"I don't mind, to be honest. I've never had sex with a T-girl before, but I'm pretty curious. It kind of excites me and you're really pretty. So," She said and flicked her hand over her left boob. "You still wanna have some fun?" 

Only now I was able to recover from the whole thing. I grinned and nodded. "Oh yeah." I say and sat down next to her again. She immediately wrapped her hands around me and pulled me against her, so I laid on top of her. We started kissing again, like a couple that was finally reunited after years of being apart. We were both horny again, despite the little interruption. We started rubbing each other's groins and she felt my hardening member, while I touched her moistening pussy. Our tits rubbed against each other and we often bumped our crotches to one another as well. 

By now I was so horny that I could hardly stand it anymore. I broke apart from her, leaving her near breathless. She looked expectantly at me as I stood up and started taking off my pants. I felt my erect cock straining against my panties and it definitely didn't help as she was rubbing her pussy, legs spread, while giving me a seductive look. I didn't bother to strip seductively. I just wanted to take all my clothing off and fuck her all night. I shoved my pants down and threw them away. There was a noticeable bulge in my panties and I quickly shoved those down as well. I closed my eyes for a second and sighed in relief at feeling my cock freed. I looked down again and saw a tiny drip of precum on the tip. I smiled and looked at Emily again. She was grinning like a cougar, eyeing my cock like she was gonna professionally milk it for hours. 

"Nice cock," she said with a lewd smile. 

I giggled and grabbed the base, jerking it slightly. "Thanks! Bet you never thought you'd see one on a girl, did you?" 

She smirked herself and did a come-hither gesture. "No I didn't. But I'll be sure to use it well." 

I did as she commanded and came closer to her. We were now both naked in her living room. Me and her, two girls, one with a dick and one with a pussy. She sat up straight and I ended up standing right before her. She grabbed my hips, leaned in and brought her mouth to my cock. I leaned my head back and let out a long, soft moan. Her lips and tongue felt like pure magic on my dick. I hadn't received a blowjob in a while, but I don't remember it feeling this great. I gently put my hand on her head, but didn't force her to do anything. Her head slowly bobbed up and down on my erect member and every few seconds I let out a little moan. She easily took half of my cock in her mouth, jerking whatever didn't fit in her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the crown of my cock and her hand rubbed my balls gently. She really knew how to give a good blowjob. I started thrusting my hips as well, meeting her halfway. I looked down at her and saw an expression of pure bliss. She must have been enjoying this just as much as I did, if not more. I saw her hand went from my balls to her pussy and she started fingering herself. I bit my lower lip in excitement and threw my head back again for a second.

"Oooh baby, if you want to do more than just blowing me, we'd better do it now or I'll end up cumming in your mouth," I said, partially regretting it, but I definitely wanted to make her feel good as well. 

She got off my shaft and grinned at me. "Sure! Let's do it." She happily said. She leaned back on the couch and spread her legs for me, revealing her cute, wet, pink flower. 

I hovered over her, slightly unsure what to do. "Want me to fuck you or return the favor first?" I asked.

She curled her hands around my neck and brought me closer to her. "Mmmm just fuck me. I'm way too horny to be teased any further." And she kissed me again. 

I groaned into the kiss and nodded slightly. We broke apart and we both looked down at our genitals. I grabbed my dick by the base and slowly guided it into her pussy. I didn't want to go to fast and hurt her, but I slid in smoothly and both our mouths opened, moaning in pure pleasure. 

"Oooh God that feels good." She whispers, barely understandable. 

"Aah fuck yeah," I said myself and connected our lips again. 

We started making out once again, but mostly focusing on the fucking. We were both too horny to start slow and soon we were thrusting wildly into each other. I slammed my hips into hers and she happily took it all, moaning loudly every time my balls smacked against her butt. Her hands went to my back. She pulled me closer and deeper into her. She wrapped her legs around my ass and kept them so close together, I couldn't have escaped if I tried. 

"Aaaah yes, fuck me. Fuck this little girl's pussy until she begs you to stop..." she whispers in my ear, which makes me even hornier.

I hadn't masturbated in a few days and I could feel myself getting close to cumming, despite wanting to enjoy this as long as I could. "Mmmm I'm getting close," I said softly, while I kept thrusting into her. 

She gave me one of the most seductive looks I've ever seen and her nails dug in my skin. "Do it baby. Cum for me. Cum in my tight, little pussy." 

I squeezed my eyes shut, bit down my lip and started fucking her harder and faster than ever. That was all it took to push me over the edge. I screamed out, "Aaah fuck! I'm cumming!" I started shooting hot globs of cum in her pussy with slow, hard thrusts. She screamed in pleasure as well and her legs tightened around me, not letting me pull out if I tried. 

My thrusts slowly started to subside and I laid down on top of her. "That was amazing baby," I whispered and gave her another long French kiss. 

She smiled, "Yeah it was," she says after I pulled away. 

Suddenly I realized something. "Wait, you haven't cummed yet, have you?" I asked, slightly appalled that I forgot such a thing. 

She shrugs plainly, "No, but it's okay. I really enjoyed it." 

I shook my head. "No way. You gave me an amazing experience and I'm not leaving you till you scream out from pleasure." I say. By now my cock had gotten limp in her pussy, so I couldn't fuck her with it anymore. Instead of trying to get hard again to fuck her, I had something else in mind. I took my semi erect cock out of her hot pussy and kneeled in front of her. 

"No, really. It's okay," She tried again, but didn't do anything else to stop me. I grabbed her hips and spread them so I had good access to her well fucked pussy. I could see some of my cum dripping out of her pussy and could only imagine how much I've shot inside of her. I took a deep breath, dived in and started licking her pussy. "Oooh Cindy!" She said, shocked that I'd lick her pussy after shooting my load inside her. "B- but that's- ... You've just. Oooh fuck that feels good!" 

I grinned and said, "I want you to cum as well, even if I have to lick up my own cum." I started eating her out at a fast pace and could often feel a bit of a bitter taste among her sweet pussy juices. It wasn't really bad, just different than her pussy. I kind of liked the taste of my own cum. My hands went up to fondle her boobs and play with her nipples. She moaned out loudly, her hips trashing around. "Oooh fuck! That's so hot and it feels so fucking good!" 

I squeezed her nipples and licked her swollen clit as well. I dug my tongue as deep in her wet pussy as I could. I just couldn't get enough of the taste and kept licking as fast as possible, all the while earning more and louder moans from Emily. She put her hand on my head, pushing me deeper in her cunt and put her other hand on my right hand which was fondling one of her boobs. I looked up and saw a look of pure pleasure on her face. "Oooh fuck, I love it! Keep going baby! I'm getting so fucking close!" She said and squeezed her nipple slightly. 

Naturally I complied and kept licking her as fast as I could. One of my hands went down again and I started fingering her pussy while I focused my tongue on her clit. Her moans got even louder and I figured she was getting very close by now. I gave her clit a teasing little bite and apparently that was the final trigger. She started shaking slightly and her hips were trashing more. 

"Oooh fuck, oh fuck! Fucking shit! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" She screamed out and she sprayed her love juices all over my finger, tongue and face.

I kept licking her clit and fingering her pussy, not slowing down the least, wanting to give her as much pleasure as I could. She had her eyes squeezed shut and was groping her own tits, while screaming out in pleasure. "Aaah fuck, so good! Lick it all up!" I kept lapping her juices up, until her moans finally softened and were instead replaced by heavy breathing. 

I looked up and saw a very satisfied look on her face. I went up and laid on top of her again, boobs and crotches against each other. "That felt so good..." she whispered. I press my lips against hers as a reply and she eagerly returns the kiss, despite being tired from the lovemaking. 

We spend the next few minutes laying in each other's arms, occasionally rubbing or pecking parts of each other's body. "You know, this is probably the best delivery I've ever done." I joked with a chuckle.

She giggles, "Yeah I can imagine. The dream of every boy or girl who delivers pizza huh?" She replies.

I smirk and nod slowly, "Of course, speaking of which, aren't you hungry?" 

She suddenly perks up and looks at the table where the box was still waiting to be eaten. "Ow yeah, I almost forgot about it." I hear her stomach growl, causing both of us to giggle. "Wanna have a bite as well?" She asks.

I tilt my head, thinking for a moment. It was getting late and I should probably go home soon. But then again I do like barbeque. I end up taking her up on the offer and soon we're both sitting at the table, eating slices of the pizza. We talk about lots of things while we eat. She told me all about her life and vice-versa. 

She was a 26 year old girl. She had finished college 5 years ago and was now working as a boss in some factory. She had to make sure everything went good in there, which was usually quite a challenge. She was bisexual, having had a few boyfriends but also a few flings with girls. Her ex-boyfriend broke up with her a few months ago and she took it pretty hard. She told me all about him and I have to say he was an asshole. She happily agreed with me. She told me about how she was a pretty outgoing, social girl, but due to her work, she rarely had much time for friends or lovers. In return I told her all about myself. I told her about my current study in college, my roommate, my little job with Luigi. I also told her about my ex-girlfriend and how our relationship went, evolved and ultimately ended. She was quite interested in the whole thing, nodding often. She commented how we were both lucky to have had such a nice girlfriend and I blushed in reply. 

Soon we've finished the pizza and we're both satisfied in more ways than one. I patted my belly and leaned back, relaxing for a moment. She stands up and goes to get something from one of the drawers. "How much was the pizza again?" She asked, while retrieving a little wallet. What? Was she actually going to pay me as well? She noticed the lack of response and looked at me. She giggled at my – apparently surprised – face and said, "What? Did you think I wasn't gonna pay you? Pay for the pizza with my body? Are you sure you haven't watched too much porn?" 

I finally recovered, "uhm no, I mean yeah. I mean ... I don't know what I expected." I manage to stammer. I blushed slightly again and averted my gaze. 

She seemed to find it all pretty cute and giggled again, "It's okay sweetie. It was my idea to seduce the pizza delivery boy or girl. My fantasy. I thought it would be fun and kind of hot. It certainly was both." She says and winks at me. "But I will pay you for it. Don't worry." She adds. "Now how much was it again? $20 or something?" 

I smile as she says all this. I was so glad I did this delivery. I quickly search for the receipt and grab it. "Let's see ... $20.50 please" I say, sounding as if it this was as ordinary as pizza deliveries got. 

She nods and grabs a $50 dollar bill. She comes to me and puts it in my hands. "There you go sweetie. You can keep the change of course." 

I was once again quite shocked. First she seduces me and we end up fucking on the couch. Then she actually pays for the pizza and tips me generously. "Wow Thanks! You sure about all this? I mean-" 

"Of course! I requested your services and I was very pleased by them. You've earned this sweetie." She happily says.

I just laugh and nod, "Yeah got it. Thanks, this really was the most fun delivery I've ever done." I say. I look at my watch and notice it's quite late already. "Hey uhm, it's getting late. Do you mind if I go home?" 

She smiles again and shakes her head, "No not at all. This was mostly a onetime flick, though I may call for pizza again if I get hungry again." She says with a wink. 

I giggle and nod, "I'll be sure to come back then." 



Pizza Delivery



This was the first real break I'd had in a couple of years and I was going to enjoy it. I liked fishing so I hired a cabin up near the Great Lakes, just outside of a small town. I was going to spend the full first week of my holiday doing nothing but relaxing and fishing. And I didn't give a damn if I didn't catch a single fish. It's even more relaxing sitting there without having to haul a fish out of the water.

It was fortunate that I wasn't counting on my fishing skills to feed me. That first day I caught zip. And forget what I said about not giving a damn. A man's entitled to hook one little fish, isn't he? I decided I'd have to have a chat with some of the locals to see where I should be looking and what sort of bait I should use. 

That first night it looked as though it was take away or starve, so I rang up the local pizza place and ordered one. The boy would be there in about thirty minutes they said, which I figured gave me time to tidy up the place and myself.

Naturally, the kid got here early. I was just getting out the shower when I heard the knock on the door and a shrill voice called "Pizza".

I leant out the bathroom door and called out to bring it through to the kitchen, and I'd be right there.

I dried quickly, grabbed my wallet from the bedroom, and then wandered through to the kitchen, clutching the towel around me. Now I'm a big bloke, and the towels these rentals provide are not designed for someone like me. I bring a decent sized towel with me when I travel, but I'd been lazy and hadn't unpacked it yet. 

So here I was, going to pay the pizza boy, clutching this tiny little towel around me to protect my modesty and his blushes.

It might have protected my modesty, but it didn't stop her blushes. The pizza guy was a young woman and you should have seen the fucking uniform she was wearing. Or nearly wearing.

The damn thing looked as if it had been painted onto her. Talk about seeing everything she had. My towel was the soul of modesty compared to that uniform. Even at first glance I could tell she had no bra and very skimpy panties. And she was clean shaven. Any pussy fir would have been well and truly evident. Camel toe? You'd better believe it.

And she was offended by my wearing a towel? 

She looked at me and scowled, although the scowl didn't really make much of an impression on such a pretty face.

"Do you mind?" she huffed. "You could at least be dressed for deliveries."

"Listen, kid," I snapped, "you're at least ten minutes before the stated time. It's not my fault you're early. And I thought it would just be some guy doing the deliveries. How old are you, anyway?"

"Eighteen," she snapped, "and what had that got to do with anything?"

"How long you been doing this job?"

"Two years. I deliver all the pizzas around here. Everyone knows me."

Dressed like that I'm not surprised. They probably order pizza just to have her come around.

"Let me guess. That's still the original uniform you got when you started, right?"

She nodded, looking slightly puzzled.

"Well young lady, in the past two years I'd say you've filled out a bit. That damn thing is so tight on you that I can tell you've got a little mole right there next to your pussy."

I couldn't really, but it was a reasonable guess that she might have a mole in that area, and even if she didn't she couldn't be sure of that until she checked.

She looked down at herself and turned scarlet. I'd never seen such a brilliant face. I suspect that the poor woman was so accustomed to wearing that outfit that she had just never seen what she looked like, and now that she looked down at herself and actually saw it she was horrified.

Now that uniform was so tight that the poor woman might just as well have been naked, and I defy any man to stand in close proximity to an effectively naked woman and not get an erection. I got one with no problems at all.

Now an erection is fine and dandy if you're dressed. Your trousers will keep the monster caged. But I wasn't dressed. I was clutching a pissy little towel around me, which meant that the two end of the towel were to the front.

My erection tented the towel, found that there was little resistance and just pushed the ends of the towel aside, popped out and looked around.

The woman's blush came flooding back again as she looked at my erection and it gently waved hullo to her.

"If you don't mind," she said.

I didn't. It didn't worry me at all, but having regard for her maidenly sensibilities I dropped the towel over it. This had several advantages. It freed my hands so I could get out my money and pay for the pizza. It also hid my erection from the pizza girl's blushing sight, and lastly, by some odd chance it really highlighted the fact that I had an erection. 

The stuff I ordered was on the table along with the bill, so I opened my wallet and settled the score, including a nice tip. 

"What's your name?" I asked as she stuffed the money into her purse.

"Liza," she said, concentrating on putting the money away. When she looked up I was standing a lot closer to her.

Liza automatically took a step backward to give herself some more room and found herself up against the kitchen table. While she was working this out I was busy undoing her shorts. Before it fully registered just what I was doing I had hold of her shorts and I was tugging them down. It was hard work, let me tell you. Skin tight is what I said and it was like trying to skin her to get them off her.

"What do you think you're doing?" Liza yelled. "Cut it out."

I didn't. Once the shorts were actually over her hips they slid down fairly easily, leaving her in a dainty pair of panties. And would you believe she did have a mole on her mons, just off to the side.

"Hey, there's that mole I mentioned," I said, touching it lightly.

"Will you get your hands off me?" she snapped. "It may be trite to say so but I just don't do this sort of thing."

I tossed my towel to the side. 

"As you can plainly see," I told her, "I do, and you're about to. If you haven't been doing this sort of thing then it's been a terrible waste of a fine natural resource."

Liza was still spluttering and protesting as I removed her panties, her trying to hang onto them being totally ineffectual.

With Liza's panties out of the way I was cupping her mound, lightly squeezing it. She was still red-faced and protesting. But not, I noticed, trying to fight me off.

"If you don't let me go, I'll scream," she threatened.

"Now why would you want to do that?" I asked, my hand now massaging her pussy rather than just squeezing it. "If anyone heard you they might come running and they could come in and find that you're riding my cock. You don't really want an audience, do you?"

By now I'd managed to ease her legs further apart and my cock was between her legs, brushing firmly back and forth along her slit.

Liza was still protesting but also still not struggling. She was breathing hard and writhing a little under my touch, but she made no real attempt to push me away. 

I reached down and eased her lips a little apart and the head of my cock crept between them, making itself at home. Liza's protests died away and she was staring in fascination as I started into her. For all her protests her passage was hot and wet, more suited to her non-resistance than to her protests.

I moved in deeper and Liza was panting lightly, watching me take her. If she was a virgin it wasn't evident to me as I slid in smoothly with never a hitch.

Firmly sheathed within her I held still in that position and started undoing the shirt of her uniform. That was just as tight as her shorts had been and when the buttons were undone I could swear her breasts gave a sigh of relief and expanded two sizes. And very nice breasts they were.

"It's a criminal act to force these into that straightjacket you call a shirt," I told her, caressing and comforting them. It was plain that they welcomed their release, swelling under my touch, while her nipples hardened and stood proud.

I was rolling her breasts around in the palms of my hands while I looked at her. Liza was staring back at me and blinked when I gave a gentle push into her pussy. I continued playing with her breasts and staring into her eyes, and Liza was breathing hard and looking back at me. And we were rocking gently together. 

I don't know why, but it just didn't seem right to take her vigorously. A gentle rocking motion seemed to be called for and that was what I was doing with her cooperation. 

One thing about a gentle copulation; it takes a lot longer than a frenetic exhibition of lust. We stayed like that for what seemed ages, just gently moving together, both of us seriously aware of our body and our partner.

Apart from the occasional blink Liza never took her eyes off mine for the whole time. We seemed locked three ways, loins engaged, my hands on her breasts and our eyes fastened on each other.

Even the slowest loving will eventually end. I could feel my own climax slowly creeping up on me and when Liza gave a little sigh and closed her eyes I guessed her was coming as well.

That was the point where I did actually speed up a little, driving hard into Liza to help push her over the edge. And myself of course. I'm not a selfish lover, but I do expect to have my own climax.

I could tell when Liza was about to come as her nails dug hard into my shoulders as she clutched me tight and then I was letting rip and covering her mouth with mine to swallow her scream as she shuddered and came apart.

Afterwards, Liza was looking with considerable distaste at her uniform. It was plain she had no desire to put it back on now she knew what it looked like on her.

"Come with me," I told her and dragged her down to the bedroom. There I produced a t-shirt that fitted her like a knee length dress, and a tie that she could use as a fancy belt.

"Wear those," I told her, "and go home and put on some proper clothes. Then go back to the pizza place and tell the owner you want a proper uniform and a thousand dollars compensation for sexual harassment and humiliation or you will sue. I'll bet he pays up like a lamb."

She nodded thoughtfully and I suspect that the owner of the pizza place was in for a nasty time.

Then Liza turned on me.

"What about you?" she demanded. "Don't you owe me something for raping me?"

"Raping you?" I asked, plainly stunned. "The way you were dressed you were a walking invitation for sex. However, if you feel you need compensation for what happened, come back here after you leave work. I'm quite prepared to spend the rest of the night making it up to you."

I got a patented female look from her, and she left, wearing my shirt and tie, her uniform scrunched up in a ball. I figured the shop owner might be lucky if he doesn't have to eat it. 



Pizza Delivery



For five years, every Friday—like clockwork, as the saying goes—we ordered a pizza from Pizzamania. When the kids were still living at home, we had to get pepperoni or veggie, and for a while my wife, Judith, hankered for gourmet pizza; tomato and basil was her favorite. 

Soon we realized we couldn't handle as much as we used to eat. A plain cheese became our mainstay. It was good enough and a lot cheaper. 

Pizzamania wasn't the best place in town, although it was always chaotic and packed with customers every Friday night. Salvatore Silvio owned the place. 

"I'm a real 'Talian, no Grick!" he proudly informed. 

Pizzamania was quick, cheap, and had a gritty hometown feel. Judith frequently suggested we try another place and from time to time we did. Yet I always managed to find an excuse to go back to our old standby. I'm loyal. Then there was Diane, Sal's wife, who worked there.

I would call anytime between 4:00 and 5:30, depending on how late my wife got home from work.

"Pizzamania, pick up or delivery?" Diane had a mature, assertive tone. If a younger male or female voice answered, I felt a letdown.

"Pick up," I would say.

"Name?" she would ask.

"Norman," I would reply and give her my order.

"'Bout fifteen, twenty minutes, hon!" Her only hint of recognition was to call me hon. 

Early on, I figured out she was married to Sal for two reasons. First, he barked at his staff, ignored the customers, and barely worked behind the counter or at the ovens, while Diane ran the staff, ramrodded the drivers, and took care of the customers. 

Second, Sal was a bald, short, barrel-chested cook that owned a greasy-spoon joint. To him, Diane was a tall, strong, and smart blonde, whom he worshipped like a goddess.

She said sweetly, "What can I get for you?" to others, but for me she made it very clear. "Don't even say your name when you come in, hon. I always know you and your order."

Diane seemed taller than she was, maybe five-eight or five-nine, because the floor behind the counter was raised about six inches higher than the other side where we customers stood. 

She wore a baseball cap, sweatshirt, sneakers, and blue jeans under a white apron, smeared with grease, sauce, and flour. 

Diane never failed to give me a smile and made me feel good as I left, but I didn't read anything more into her attitude until one summer night when she asked me, "You takin' the boat out much this summer?"

"No, I don't have a boat." I told her. "I like to swim. I like the beach, but I'm not a boat guy. How about you?"

"Nah, I don't have a boat either," she said, propping her chin on her folded hands looking over the counter. "I'm too scared it'll sink or somethin'." 

So, why did she ask me? The only thought that made sense was if she was "fishing"—pardon the pun—to find out more about me. She was a tough lady, twenty years younger than me. My imagination was flattering my ego.

Another time, mid winter, she asked about my Super Bowl pick.

"The Pats, of course," I said to her approval. "But I'm more of a baseball guy."

"Sox, I hope!" Her blue-eyes smiled brightly.

"The Yanks owned the 20th century," I explained professorially. "The 21st century belongs to us."

That was the first time she gave my hand a little squeeze. The touching became almost a ritual, whether I handed her a credit card or cash. Diane would entwine her fingers with mine or cover my knuckles with her palm. 

Also, around the holidays, she make a point of wishing me a merry whatever and happy what-have-you. She didn't know I was Jewish and I saw no reason to tell her. 

One time, she even came running from the back, where she and Sal had been deeply engrossed in conversation, to say goodbye and wish me a good weekend.

The most fascinating encounter was when I paid cash with a $10 bill for $9.95 special. Diane went into the register, took out another ten-spot and handed it to me plus a nickel.

"Diane, I gave you a ten, not a twenty." We jointly launched a dialogue, ignoring a line of hungry pizza lovers behind me.

"Are you sure?" Diane was convinced she was right and I was wrong. "I think it was a twenty."

I laughed gently. "I didn't even have a twenty in my wallet." I palmed the bill back to her.

She took it and shook her head. "Look at this. You're takin' care of me here so I don't make a mistake."

She gave my hand an affectionate pat and I brought the small cheese pie home to my wife, Judith.

My world forever changed two weeks ago. Judith is gone and I'm alone after thirty years. I didn't even feel like eating a pizza for a couple of weeks. Tonight I opened a Sam Adams lager and called Pizzamania.

"Pick up or delivery?" I recognized Diane's voice.

"Delivery," I said, not wanting to leave the house or see anybody. I definitely didn't want to talk to anybody. I'm all talked out from the funeral and sitting shiva.

"Name?" she said hesitatingly, although I knew they had caller ID with the phone number.

"Norman," I answered flatly.

"Delivery?" she asked in a higher than normal pitch. "Are you sure, hon?" 

"Yeah, I'm sure, Diane." She made it personal and I let her. "I don't wanna go out. I'm kinda tired." 

"It'll be half an hour to forty-five minutes." She spoke in a very businesslike manner.

"Why so long?" I blurted out, not meaning to sound upset.

"It's real busy tonight," she told me bluntly and I hung up.

Over an hour passed before I heard the pizza wheels pull into my driveway. I had the porch light on and the front door ajar, so I just waited for the slamming of the car door, trotting up the walkway, and rat-tat-tat on the storm door.

Diane stood smiling in my doorway, holding the big red insulated pouch. I pushed open the storm door and held it for her to cross my threshold. Her jacket smelled of cheese, garlic, and autumn leaves. Her body smelled of fresh air and her breath smelled of minty mouthwash.

"I came myself," she declared the obvious. "Because we were running so late and I wanted to knock off early. I'm done for the night."

"Don't you have to close up or something?" I asked as she pulled the steaming white box from the pouch.

"Nah-ah!" she sounded. "Sal can lock up. I already cashed out and made the deposit drop."

As I started to hand her the money, I noticed the large sized box. "That's not a small. How much is it?"

Diane laughed, "It's a large and it's free, on the house."

"Why?" I was curious.

Her shocking answer came swiftly. "Because you need a little T.L.C. I know your wife died. I'm so sorry for you. I figure you wanted a delivery 'cause you don't wanna go out. It scared me."

"Why would that scare you?"

"People lose hope, give up on life." As we talked, I laid the pizza box on my kitchen table, grabbed a couple of plates, and invited Diane to sit down with me.

"I'm still a little depressed," I told her. "I don't know what to do with the rest of my life yet. Can I get you a beer?" 

"I'd love one," she said, peeling off her jacket. For the first time I noticed that she had a thick torso, long legs, and high-set breasts, almost adolescent in appearance. 

I opened another Sam lager and she drank it straight from the neck. 

"People can die from a broken heart," she stated assuredly. Then she looked at me so intently her eyes crossed. "I like you. I don't want anythin' bad to happen to you."

"It already did," I responded, sitting down and stuffing the corner of a pizza wedge in my mouth.

"That's what I mean?" she shouted excitedly. "It sucks your wife died, but you're still livin'."

I wasn't sure how to take Diane's apparent intervention. I wondered why Diane felt entitled to take this on herself. This was the kind of talk I expected from my son or daughter, but they were too busy getting back to their normal lives.

I offered Diane a piece of pizza, separating crust at the invisible dotted line she or Sal had made with their pizza cutting wheel and lifting it from the flat cardboard.

"Please, I don't even wanna look at pizza or anything with tomato sauce on it when I'm not at work. The beer's good."

"I can understand that." I put the slice back in the box.

"It must've been a shock. It's bad enough when somebody's sick, but a car accident..."

"It just happened so fast," I started to say.

"Were you drivin'?"

This is what everyone assumes happened and they are quick to assure me it wasn't my fault, though they suspect it most likely was in some way.

"Don't blame yourself." Diane spoke softly and reached for my hand.

When I wrapped my fingers around hers, I felt them rough and chapped. I said, "You don't know what happened. No one does, except me...and Judith."

Diane sipped from her bottle of beer and gave me a quizzical look. 

"I wasn't driving. I wasn't even in the car."

"The news report online said the other car ran a red light and hit her car broadside."

"That's right," I gulped a mouthful of suds and cheesy dough. "Judy got T-boned."

"Was she drivin'?" Diane wrinkled her brow, and then asked, "Wasn't she makin' a left turn? How can that be?"

"Someone else was driving," I explained. 

"Who?" Diane hooted.

"Her boyfriend, lover, the guy she was fucking behind my back." I paused. "He's okay, just a few bumps and bruises."

Diane looked at me with wide-eyed wonder. Then her pretty eyes began to glisten and redden. A little tell-tale drop of saliva shone at the corner of her mouth. She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it wetly for several seconds, finally speaking. 

"I can't imagine the pain you're in, hon. You loved her...You still do. I can see it."

"Neither one of us were angels all these years," I said, leaning my head on Diane's broad womanly shoulder. "But she was my best friend. To have her ripped from me and getting caught with her panties down at the same time..."

"Do people know?" she asked with concern.

"Not a soul," I said, forcing a laugh. "Even the cop at the scene thought her boyfriend was me and the EMT who filed the accident report thought I had been the driver."

"Why're you tellin' me?" she asked with a pained smile. 

"Ha! I don't exactly know why," I chuckled. "Want another beer?"

"If I have another one, I won't be able to drive home." 

Diane wiped the tears from her eyes and shakily touched my cheek to do the same for me. 

"If I do, I'll have to sleep here...With you!"

We kissed. It was a soft, sweet, and gentle touching of the lips that made us both smile.

"That's why you came over here tonight, isn't it?'

We kissed again. This time she hungrily opened her mouth to cover mine with the warmth of her breath.

"Yeah, so get me that beer, will you?"

I stood behind her chair as Diane popped the cap and sucked down half the bottle without exhaling. Then she reached for my belt buckle and pulled me toward her.

"Let's get your therapy started," she joked as she unhitched, unsnapped, and unzipped, dropping my slacks to my knees and uncovering my colorful red jockeys. 

"I'm a fifty year old guy, Diane." I tried to hedge my bets. "I might not be able to do you justice."

"Oh, yeah?" Diane pressed her lips to my stiffening cock through the material. She yanked down my shorts with one hand and stroked my manhood with the other before licking me with her wet, fluffy tongue. 

She still had her Red Sox cap on for a minute as she sucked my phallus. I gently took it off her head and was surprised to see her shaggy hair fall over her ears, mid-length and far too yellow to be natural, but soft to the touch of my fingers. 

I never knew how long her hair was under her hat and so I fingered it playfully. She giggled and the vibration stimulated my cock swimming in her moist mouth. 

After I came, with Diane caressing my groin, thighs, and buttocks, she stood up and smooched me, letting me taste my semen on her lips. 

She held me tightly, sighing against my ear. "Show me your bathroom and your bedroom, Norman."

We strolled down the hallway, holding hands like a couple of teens who just went steady. I showed her the bedroom and she said, "That's where you get naked and wait for me." Then I showed her the bathroom and she said, "This is where I go to freshen up."

I figured she wanted to pee and touch up her makeup. The next think I knew the shower is going full blast and the bathroom is being enveloped in a cloud of steam. I stuck my head behind the plastic shower curtain and Diane jumped, laughed, and cupped both breasts to cover her nipples. 

"I been workin' all afternoon and I wanna get nice and clean before you go down on me."

I saw Diane in all her unclad glory. The water from the shower head poured over her head and shoulders, streaming down her belly and groin, forming a twisted braid in her wiry pubic hair. Her waist was thicker than I imagined and her hips were of almost equal width, straight up and down. Her tits looked like little strawberry-topped cupcakes.

I quickly stripped and joined her under the teeming spray. Diane greeted me with soapy kisses and her powerful arms pressing my shoulders against the tile. She handed me a washcloth and liquid soap dispenser. 

"Wash me, hon, all over," she commanded in a voice thick with passion. I rubbed her breasts, buttocks, and thighs, scrubbed her back, and went down on my knees to tickle her clitoris, labia, and vulva with the tip of my tongue. 

Once she came, Diane turned predator, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and lifting her legs to clamp onto my hips. My cock torpedoed her muscular vagina as I pinned her ass up to the tiled wall and filled her tubes with my seed.

"It's okay, hon," she whispered. "I'm on the pill."

"Doesn't matter," I laughed. "I had a vasectomy many moons ago."

We fled the shower stall dripping wet and actually danced—an erotic fox trot—our way to the bedroom. 

Diane fell on top of me and swallowed my still erect organ inside her womanly wings. She hovered over me, dripping soap suds and fresh sexy sweat onto my face as I sucked on her jiggly titties while her cunt squeezed my cock dry.

We lay tangled in an exhausted embrace for a time. 

"Does it bother you 'cause we just did it in Judith's bed?" she asked while twirling a long strand of my gray hair with her finger.

"Harrumph!" I scoffed. "She fucked her boyfriend here. She'd wash the sheets and remake the bed by the time I got home."

"You forgave her, didn't you?" 

I nodded yes. 

"You loved her no matter what." 

I nodded again, but then I turned the tables on Diane. "What about Sal? Where does he think you are right now?"

"I told him I was gonna visit my mom after I delivered the last pizza of the night—yours!" 

She reached down to the floor and pulled a pack of cigarettes from her rumpled jacket. She had duly noted that Judith smoked and I tolerated it. I had to let my newly christened girlfriend do whatever my late wife was allowed to do. 

With smoke billowing around her head, Diane's breasts rose with each drag on the cigarette as my hands caressed her mound of Venus and I tasted her succulent labia. I buried my nose in her pubic beard and crushed her clitoris with my thumb as I twirled the tip of my finger on her G-spot. 

"We flirted for five years," she said crushing out the cig in Judith's bedside ash tray as I straddled her and lowered myself onto her. "If I knew how good it was gonna be..." I cocked her for fifteen minutes before we both came. She spent the night and slept straight through. She snores—just like Judith.

At ten the next morning, I woke to the smell of bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee cooking in my own kitchen. 

Diane was wearing Judith's bathrobe. I didn't mind. They were about the same height and weight, but twenty years' difference in age. I threw on my robe and sat on a stool at the kitchen nook.

"You know, at Pizzamania we make sandwiches, subs, and pasta dinners," she offered cheerily.

I looked at her with a comical grin, not commenting.

"Oh, I get it!" Diane chortled, scalloping scrambled eggs from the fry pan into two dishes already trimmed with bacon and a slice of buttered toast. "You're a food snob. Either you cook your own gourmet Italian food or go to a foo-foo restaurant. Huh, am I right?"

"Sorry," I mumbled as she sat down next to me. "I love Pizzamania's pizza, though."

In a flash, she turned and said, "And you love me, too!" 

She kissed me on the mouth and fed me a forkful of eggs. 

"I'll cook you up a big breakfast like this every Saturday morning." She picked up a strip of bacon and held it suggestively between two fingers before sliding it in and out of her lips. "I'll deliver your free pizza every Friday night..." She reached into my lap and found my dick through my robe. "If you want me to, that is."

"What about your husband, Sal?" I tried to be cool, but she was stroking my organ to rock-hardness even as we chewed her delicious breakfast. "Remember him?"

"I'll tell him I'm stayin' with my mom once a week," she said, pumping my rod as I squirted my low-testosterone fluid on the linoleum floor. "She's gettin' on in years, you know."

"What if he talks to your mother about it?" I was reciprocating, massaging her muscular Venus with both hands.

"She'll lie for me." Then she kissed me on the neck just beneath my ear. "I'll tell her all about you."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, quite bewildered at how quickly a flirtation with a mere acquaintance had coalesced into a full-blown romance.

"It's not forever," she said unemotionally. "Judith was the love of your life. I know that. I'll help you get through your grief." 

We slipped off our stools, landed on the floor, and crouched in a sixty-niner's embrace. 

When she finished shivering in orgasm, she added, "If you meet somebody new and wanna move on, I'll understand."

"I already have, Diane." I felt a warmth, followed by stone cold from inside out that was hard to explain. 

"I love you, hon," Diane said to me with her eyes closed. "Wow, I just felt a chill or somethin'."

"Yeah, me, too!" I giggled nervously.

Diane wrinkled her forehead, and warbled, "Which? 'Me too' you love me or 'me too' you felt a chill?"

"Both!" I told her and when we kissed I felt the rapture of Judith's spirit. She approved.

THE END