The Wayware Mailman

Jill slid behind a huge oak tree. She watched the mailman advance toward 1793 Norwalk Avenue. So far the morning had been unsuccessful, but she was sure she would catch him in the act. After all, he had been doing this for three years now. Jill had to find out, the suspense was killing her. Also, her reputation as the neighborhood gossip had to be upheld.
The mailman dropped several letters into the dark mailbox on the wall, then crossed the neatly-groomed yard to the next house. A dog barked nearby. Jill looked around suspiciously, then glance at the mailman.
“Damned,” Jill mumbled. She had been sure that 1793 was the right house. A very sexy blonde divorcee lived there. Jill turned and rested with her back against the tree. She found herself looking into the eyes of a 12 year old boy on a bicycle. He was looking from her to the mailman and back again.
“What are you doing?” the boy demanded.
“Why aren’t you in school?” Jill growled in an evil mood. He looked like a nosey kid. He would probably grow up to be a drug peddler.
“I’m home sick,” he said condescendingly.
“Then get your ass into bed. You don’t go out and play when you are home sick. NOW!” she screamed, hurrying him on his way. Jill rolled around the trunk of the tree and looked for the mailman. He was gone! So it must be 1795. He didn’t have time to go anywhere else. Unfortunately, she didn’t know who lived at 1795. Jill lived on the adjoining street, Madison Avenue.
Jill hurried down the sidewalk. She approached 1795, hurried across the yard and stood in front of a heavy hedge. She could hear voices coming through the open window, and one of them was definitely male. It must be him. She wanted to barge in through the front door and confront them, but she would be arrested for trespassing if she did. Unfortunately, screwing the neighborhood women was not against the law, even for a mailman who consistently delivered the mail half an hour late. She had set out to see who was stealing that half an hour. It was her half hour and she wanted it back. Her mail was supposed to be delivered at precisely 2:13 PM. Somebody owed her. Besides, her friends had challenged her. She had to find out all she could to satisfy them.
She heard a girlish peal of laughter and growled in outrage. Not only were they fucking, he was telling her jokes? How dare they. It was time to put an end to this. She broke a branch off the hedge before her, jabbed her arm with it and waited for a welt to appear. When one did appear she dropped the broken branch and approached the front door. She hesitated for only a moment, before pressing the button. A sweet black-haired girl in her early twenties opened the door. She gave Jill a questioning smile, looking around behind her, before looking at Jill again.
“I… I hurt myself on your hedge,” Jill said, displaying her marked arm.
“My hedge is on my lawn, fifteen feet from the sidewalk,” the woman said with a quizzical smile.
“Wha… oh,” Jill said in sudden embarassment.
“Come in,” the woman said, stepping back. Jill practically lunged inside. She immediately saw the mailman sitting at the dinning room table. He was eating a cookie. There was a tall glass of milk in front of him. His bag of mail sat on the floor behind him. If he had been 200 pounds heavier and dressed in red, he might have been mistaken for Santa.
Jill looked into his smiling, wholesome face, and piercing blue eyes. Her breath was taken away at that one glance. She had never been so close to him before. He was slender and handsome.
My God, what am I doing here? Jill suddenly wondered, feeling totally out of place.
“Hi,” the mailman said. “Come for cookies?”
“She had an accident,” the woman said with a warm smile. She needs a bandaid.
“I know you,” he shook a cookie at Jill while chewing thoughtfully. “1929 Madison Avenue?”
“Yes,” Jill said in surprise.
“Why that’s just across the block,” the black haired woman said in surprise.
Jill nodded, confused, embarrassed, horrified. “I… I wanted to meet you and couldn’t think of a rational excuse,” Jill lied to the woman. “So I made up…” she trailed off, wishing that God would strike her dead and save her from further embarassment. How could she be so dumb? How could she mistake an elicit affair, with a milk and cookie stop? She was so fucking stupid.
“How sweet,” the woman said, pressing a bandaid over Jill’s welt. “Ok, you sit and I’ll get another glass. Today is chocolate chips, Todd’s favorites.”
“Todd?”
“That’s me,” the mailman raised his cookie.
Jill reluctantly picked up a cookie, bit into it, and moaned in enjoyment. By the time that the milk arrived, she was just finishing her second cookie.
“Another happy customer,” Todd said, wiping his face. “I got hooked on Janice’s cookies when she left me a batch for Christmas one year. I thanked her, she invited me in and I’ve been stopping ever since.”
“I think that was four years ago,” Janice said.
“Three,” Jill said automatically. She didn’t look up to see the surprised looks on their faces. She finished her third cookie and downed her glass of milk. Todd was lifting the bag of mail to his shoulder.
“Wonderful,” she gasped as the milk cooled her stomach. “Thank you very much,” Jill said, getting to her feet. “I have to get back to my… house,” she said, running out of excuses. She practically ran from the house. Todd and Janice looked after her in surprise. Todd shook his head, thanked Janice, and walked out. Janice looked at her crumb-covered table, shook her head at her peculiar neighbors, and started collecting glasses.
“How could I be so fucking stupid?” Jill mumbled, pacing from one side of her dining room to the other. “How could I be SO fucking stupid?” she yelled. She looked out the window and saw the mailman approaching. She was still so embarrassed that she wanted to die. But she wanted to fuck that good looking son-of-a-bitch even more. Out of sheer desperation she rushed toward the front door and yanked it open, scaring him out of his wits. He paused with the mail in his hand and handed it to her with a smile.
“Please, come in,” she said, pulling him forward.
“Well I really have…”
“I wanted to apologize. I thought you were having an affair and I was jealous. I went to confront you and…”
“Why would you be jealous?” he asked skeptically.
“Because… because… Because I wanted to have an affair with you too,” she finally gasped.
“Really? That would be wonderful. Nobody has ever offered before,” he said happily. “I’ve heard stories, you always hear stories, but to actually meet…”
“Will you fuck me or not?” she demanded.
“Well sure. I’d be happy too,” he dropped his mail bag on the floor. She gasped in surprise, then quickly slammed the door behind him. She led him to the couch, abruptly at a loss. She really hadn’t expected him to say yes.
“You have a nice place here,” Todd said, looking around. “Does a husband come with it?”
“No, not any more. We were only married for a year.”
“Too bad. It’s a hell of a waste,” he said, suddenly touching her shoulders. She shuddered under his touch. She bent and began patting couch cushions into place. He leaned forward and placed his nose near her ass. He sank down to his knees behind her. Her pussy was so close he could smell it. It smelled delicious, a little like pussy and a little like lilacs. He inhaled deeply, taking in her heavenly aroma. Slowly, with a will of their own, his hands came up and touched the back of her legs. Gently, they slid up into her shorts, until each hand held a cheek of her ass. He kneaded them firmly, while pulling her pussy up against his nose. He inhaled again. He heard her take a deep, shuddering breath. She moved slightly, spreading her legs.
Todd pushed up the left leg of her shorts until he found the soft crease just below her ass cheek. He kissed it gently, then licked it. It was fresh, warm, and slightly salty. He licked his lips for a moment, then licked the other crease. She shuddered, melting in his hands. Suddenly eager for more, Todd spun her around and sat her on the couch.
Her slender soft hands came down to rest on his head. She caressed his hair absently, while he inhaled the aroma of her pussy once more. It was more that he could stand. He yanked down her shorts and panties in one quick jerk. He sat facing her lightly-haired pussy. He spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and sucked her clit into his lips, nursing gently on the throbbing member. It was like a little cock.
“Oh yes, suck it,” she whispered, almost in his ear. Eating pussy was something that Todd seldom did, but he could make a slight exception. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly, while his right thumb plunged up inside her pussy. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tight against her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it with his tongue.
Todd didn’t mind stimulating the woman, but he needed attention himself. It was time to sink his cock into some hot meat. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. She laid with her ass presented, her hands on the cushions of the couch, as he stepped out of his uniform. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He pulled her blouse apart and filled his hands with womanly globes of flesh.
“Oh fuck yes,” he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, Todd fucked Jill hard. Outside, children passed on the way home from school. He watched them absently, as he plunged up into Jill’s sweet ass. His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from her pussy was dripping down from her pussy and creating a wet spot on the carpet. Her hands clawed the material of the couch, as his hard penis filled her body cavity to the breaking point. She felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed.
She had been watching Todd since the day he first became her mailman. She had even gone into her bathroom to masturbate. Now she was actually being fucked by the handsome young man right in front of her window, and she didn’t care. She loved a man in uniform.
His hard, pistoning cock was filling her ass with fire. He was wild and young, his desires were as hot and urgent as her own. Who would have thought that SHE was the illicite affair on his daily rounds. Should she tell her friends, or keep them in suspense?
“Fuck me good,” she screamed in sudden abandon. Todd pumped into her ass several more times, then stopped. His legs were getting tired. He pulled out of her wet pussy and pushed her down on the couch.

Bringing Home The Bacon - Part 2

Jane shuddered, gasping for breath and holding the refrigerator door in a death grip. This was what she wanted, but Bobby didn’t even have the decency to ask. She should be angry, but not before her knees became rigid again. At the moment they were water.
Bobby pushed Jane forward until her cheek rested against the cold refrigerator door. With clumsy hands, he undid the clasp on her skirt and let it drop around her ankles. His hands found the top of her panties and pulled, leaving her ass naked. She stepped out of the panties and spread her legs wide. He opened his mouth and tried to inhale one of her tiny ass cheeks. She shuddered and moaned quietly, while trying to smash the door of the refrigerator in her clenching fingers. His mouth went to the other ass cheek, then he began licking her asshole with long, hard diligent strokes of his tongue. With her eyes tightly closed, Jane tried to endure the brutal pleasure emanating from her ass. She had never been reamed before. Harvey would have puked at the idea. Long ago he may have done it, but lately it was hard just getting him to fuck her. Things changed.
Bobby reached Jane’s pussy. Jane had a huge pussy, for such a tiny girl. It appeared to be cutting the lower half of her body in two. It was also hairy, if not scrupulously manicured. At the moment is was neatly shaved, leaving large dark lips on either side of her pussy. Some people found such a pussy sexy, while others liked a small delicate pussy. Bobby happened to like Jane’s. It was the most fuckable pussy he had ever seen.
With brutal hands, Bobby spun Jane around and pushed her up against the refrigerator. With her back to the refrigerator, she could look down and watch Bobby enjoying her pussy. It was wonderful. He leaned way down and tipped his mouth up, then sealed his mouth over her pussy from the side, while his hand held her stomach, pushing her against the refrigerator. She gasped and withered beneath the brutal hand and mouth. He was completely out of control. His only thoughts were for his own pleasure. But Jane didn’t mind, his pleasure was giving her pleasure.
Bobby took her right leg and lifted it, allowing it to rest on top of his left shoulder. This raised her pussy slightly, giving him better access to her womanhood. He ate eagerly, cruelly, without regards for her feelings. He ate because he wanted to taste her cunt, and to watch her wither under his control, not to provide her delight. Her feelings were secondary.
“On the table,” he said in a gruff voice, pulling away from her pussy. She obediently left the refrigerator and approached the table. He pushed her across it with one mighty shove. She fell with her body across the table, her feet still on the floor to support her weight. She looked over her shoulder and watched him dropping his pants. His cock sprang out, not a monstrous cock, but adequate for her needs. He approached with his cock in his hand and pressed it against her large pussy. She gasped as the tip found the proper insertion point and shoved up into her cunt. She gasped at the abrasive friction she felt inside her. Eventually, he pressed in and out a little until he lubricated his member with her fluids.
“Oh yes, fuck me,” Jane gasped. Bobby pounded away at her ass. His hips slapped against her ass cheeks, making a loud slapping sound that echoed through the kitchen. The wooden table squeaked under her weight, and his impetuous. She felt his hard cock sliding well up inside her, either due to her position, or because his cock had grown. Either way, it was wonderful, even though Bobby was brutal and thoughtless. His cock felt wonderful inside her loins. The hairs of his legs tickled the inside of her thighs. His hard hips pressed into her soft little ass, bouncing off it with each stroke.
Taking dainty little puffs of breath, Jane clasped her hands in front of her, then grabbed the far end of the table to keep from being jolted so hard. The table was squeaking even louder. She was afraid that their love-making would collapse it. That would be hard to explain when Harvey got home.
The smell of her sex would be easy to hide, she would cook fish for supper.
“Oh yes, fuck me good,” she cried, feeling the friction of his attack intensifying the fire in her loins. She was burning from her ass to her chest. He pounded away relentlessly, impaling her sweet, helpless ass with his long rigid pole. It was well-coated with her juices. They glistened in the afternoon light, coming in through the kitchen window. His balls swung beneath them, pounding repeatedly against her stiff clit and stimulating it. His rough hands were holding her tiny waist, helping to propel his hard groin forward, into her helpless ass.
Bobby’s breath came in long, easy gasps, like the breath of a long distance runner. His body hardly broke a sweat. He was not at all winded. His eyes were closed as he bit his lower lip and sank his manhood repeatedly into the older woman’s sopping wet pussy. She was a good fuck, a very good fuck.
“Oh my God,” Jane gasped. “Oh Bobby, I’m coming,” she hissed.
“Let it happen. Don’t worry about me, just let it happen,” he said without opening his eyes.
“Oh f… oh,” she gasped, clinging to the edge of the table. “Oh Bobby…” she squealed as her pussy began exploding inside her. The fire between her legs spread throughout her body. Her pussy clenched his cock, which continued to slide in and out several times, before he stiffened and hissed behind her. She turned, looking over her shoulder, just as she felt his hot cum filling her pussy with molten heat. She moaned, enjoying this added thrill.
Her pussy was starting to relax again. Many false tremors continued to spasm inside her, but her real orgasm was over. She grew aware of the vise-like grip of his fingers on her hips. If he was not careful, they would leave marks. If they did, Harvey would leave marks on him.
“You’re hurting,” she gasped. His grip immediately relaxed. He humped lightly against her ass, until his orgasm finished. He pulled out reluctantly, and bent down to grab a roll of paper towels from the bag. He tore off one for himself, then handed one to Jane.
“Don’t worry about the carts,” he said as he pulled up his pants, “just bring them back when you have time. I have to get back to the store.”
“I’ll get your tip,” Jane said, pulling on her panties. She suddenly felt shy, turning away as she dressed. Bobby watched with great interest. He accepted the 40 dollar tip, then turned toward the door.
“Same time next week?” he asked happily.
“Absolutely,” she nodded with a quick smile. And so her weekly delivery boy left the house.

Bringing Home The Bacon

Jane Marsh selected two packages of bacon and added them to her cart. She pushed around the end of the isle and looked down the bread isle toward the check-out. The line was a mile long. With a little angry swish of her skirt, she added bread to her shopping cart and parked at the end of the line. While she waited, she noticed the cute black-haired kid, which she had seen before, working at the first check-out counter. He was bagging groceries and helping old women with their packages. Jane was 23 years old, that was very old in dog years. She resolved to somehow be in line for the first check-out when the time came. And she was.
“Next,” a middle aged man shouted from counter number three. Jane pushed slightly ahead and faked an ankle injury. She watched as the woman behind her quickly pushed past, then Jane quietly stood and headed for counter number one.
Jane was a hot woman. Jane knew she was hot, she had been a hot woman since the age of 13. Jane was small, petite, with an absolutely killer figure. Jane was cute, cute as hell. But Jane had an illness which made her ugly. It was called marriage. She was married to a very large guy with a short temper, and most of the country in that area knew him. He had been the high school football hero, and was now the top mechanic at Weber’s.
“Paper or plastic?” Bobby asked.
“Paper please, Bobby,” she said in her sexiest voice. He looked at her in surprise, then shrugged his indifference. This angered her, but not enough to ignore Bobby. Bobby was hot and she like hot guys.
“Coupons?” the gum chewing overweight woman at the check-out asked, looking from Bobby to Jane.
“No,” Jane said in disgust.
Jane bent down and tried to pull a huge box of soda from the bottom of the cart. It appeared to be too large. She was aware of how her short, summer skirt slid up her legs, revealing her entire thighs right up to the her stocking tops. Many guys, and two women, also noticed.
“Oh Bobby?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, coming around the counter. He saw her dilemma, and her panties, and bent to help. It took him some time to get the box of coke from the cart to the counter. His eyes lingered on her legs, as she slowly stood with a grateful look.
“Anything else?” he asked insolently.
“God I wish,” Jane said quickly. He returned to his bagging duties with a slight smile.
“One hundred and sixty-seven dollars,” the woman said as the rubber belt stopped moving.
“My, that’s a lot of groceries,” Jane said, looking at the cart.
“Should I help you to your car?” Bobby asked.
“Yes, would you?”
“Sure. I’ll follow you,” he said, grabbing the carts and heading for the door. He paused to allow Jane to pass. She pushed through the doors into the warm summer breeze. She started across the parking lot, with the rattle of shopping carts following her. As she turned toward the sidewalk, the carts stopped. She turned and looked at Bobby.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
“Where are you going?” he asked, still not moving.
“My house. It’s right down there, five houses down,” she pointed down the street.
“Hell, I’m supposed to be bagging,” he said indecisively.
“I’ll give you a big tip,” she said enticingly. A smile lit his face. He started forward, watching the sway of her hips. He liked the way the summer breeze occasionally blew up the back of her skirt. She had a really nice ass.
“There it is,” she said, pointing at the house ahead. She pressed a button on a keychain and the garage door opened. Good, he didn’t have to pack the groceries up the stairs to the front door. He pushed the carts into the garage. She touched a switch and the lights came on, while the garage door closed behind them. She opened the inside door and motioned him forward. She smiled sweetly as he took just one cart and shoved it up the slight incline and inside the house. He followed her to the refrigerator, then stopped while she took out milk and began stacking it. He pulled out a chair and sat at the table, waiting for her to empty the carts. As she opened the refrigerator and bent to stack boxes of milk on the bottom shelf, the light from the refrigerator made skirt transparent. He could see her ass through the material. His cock was hard and willing. It wanted to part those ass cheeks and fill her void with hot meat.
Impulsively, he slid forward and dropped to his knees. She closed the refrigerator door, backing one step as she did so, placing her ass directly in front of his face. He put one hand on each of her hips and held them in place, while he pressed his nose against the material of her skirt and sniffed. He found the distinct aroma of pussy in the material of her skirt. His warm breath penetrated the material and heated up her ass and pussy. She gasped, holding on to the front of the refrigerator for support. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her face lit with a look of heavenly bliss. His hot mouth found the material of her pantied mound through the thin material and mouthed it.