with his solid flesh banana. 'It's good, Arnie,' she moaned, 'that you happened by… when… oooh… you did!' She rolled her hips in order to feel up and squeeze the hot hog. It didn't take her long to get her legs open wide enough that he could finger her anus and fuck her twat at the same time. She even reached down and showed him exactly how she wanted to be serviced in this manner. She took his finger, between gasps, and applied it to the inside of her anus. 'Maybe we'll get another squeeze on a finger yet,' she said. And with that her anal track sucked up his digit the same way her cunt was working out on his cock. She had it from both ends at once. Then she used her free hand to tickle the postman's balls.
'That's terrific,' he told her. 'What do you do for an encore?'
She bent her body backwards, so that her belly and her pelvis curved upwards. He was held up off the bed by her supporting flesh shape. She was giving him one of the best tricks he'd ever had. When she got up all the way, she started bouncing him in and out of her pussy. She didn't go too hard because she was worried that his cock would go flying out of her cunt. The postman held onto her by the hips while she rocked his crotch cradle in this manner. It was a moment later when he started shooting off in Janet Tibbleton's vagina that she hit full steam. She bounced him high on her flesh platform, and his cock went jamming in and out of her tube, up and down and in and out vigorously while he squirted off his first load of come in the adorable little housewife's willing twat.
'Fuck,' she whispered to him, letting her body collapse for the time being. 'Fuck me good, Arnie, because I love it. I love fucking. Will you make me a regular special delivery on your route?' She squeezed his penis with her long cunt muscles. She tugged out every drop of his jism, and she made sure that he was completely satisfied with the service she was giving before she released a hold she'd taken on his buns. 'Promise me you'll see me again,' she said, and he whispered: 'Any time you want it, honey. Any time at all.' She let go and he pulled his temporarily spent hog out of her flesh pouch. 'That's what I call a good fuck, baby. You know your stuff. I'm surprised that someone so young as yourself is such a good ball.'
'Me, too,' she said with a big smile. 'Me, too, Arnie. Isn't that odd? And only a couple of months ago I was nothing but a virgin fiancй! How about that?'
'Amazing,' said the postman, stroking the big titties, which had lured him into the house in the first place. 'I can't believe that one woman is so well-endowed, either,' he added. He teased her nipples with a pair of lightly pinching fingers. He pulled and tweaked them. Then he massaged the hefty mammary glands, gave them each a special little rubbing with the palm of his hand. 'You got big tickets, baby,' he blurted out. 'Really fucking big knockers, honey. You know that?'
'Don't you just love them?' she said, jumping out of bed and running to the mirror to get her own look-see. 'Sometimes,' she said, 'I try to pull them up around my face just to see what a privilege you men have when you get to play with them.' She lifted her titties up in the mirror and tried to get her face close to them. 'They're just not that big though,' she said. 'But they'll do, I suppose.' She smiled and came back to bed with him. 'Do you want to rub your cock on them? Or between them?'
'Yeah,' he said. 'Not a bad idea at that.' She lay down alongside him and he climbed up between the big soft knockers. His joint went sliding like a flesh skier up and down the slopes of Janet Tibbleton's teenage wonder breasts. He rubbed around with the underside of his joint, and every now and then he missed and actually speared one of the two titties. Janet soon located his exactly between her chest appendages and squeezed the mammoth mammaries closed around the shaft of the postman's joint. He rubbed up and down in the relatively dry slot until his cock itched for something a bit more like the real thing. 'You know,' he said, 'I can only take some of this rubbing at a time. I think maybe I better get back down to where it counts or I'm going to squirt jism all over that pretty tanned face of yours, and then where'll we be?' 'I don't think anyone ever did that to me,' she said. 'It might be nice sometime. But I think you're right about today. 'Why don't you go down there and cream around in my twat some more.' She smiled and spread her long smooth legs. She might have been a teenager, but she was definitely all- young woman.
He climbed down to her cunt hole and pulled the lips apart with his fingers. Then he jammed the head of his aimed prick into her slot. He went deep, even on the first stroke filling up the tube, and finally he managed to sock it to the back of her cunt space, a move which caused Janet to holler out: 'Oh, God, good. Fucking good. Do it harder!' She loved the feel of a jumbo-sized joint, and that was what the postman had, fucking her tube full of beef. 'It's great,' she continued to encourage him. 'Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. Bitchen', too!'
She rocked her hips around and around. She weaved a gentle pattern of sensuous rubbing up and down the mailman's cock muscle. Soon she was squeezing him with her long interior flesh muscles, grabbing on and holding tight to his anus cheeks with her hands, and kissing him from lip to lip with her tongue and mouth. She even bit him a little. She spread her legs wide, made her trough deep, and demanded that he spray off inside her before she come on him.
'No way,' he said. 'I want to feel your passion pit fill with juice before I give you my pudding.'
'I was just testing,' she said, and with that she started bobbing her hips up and down, sliding her cunt over and over again on his cock, until, finally, she was all juice and lust and orgasm. 'Fuck me hard, now, Arnie. Really go in tough as nails, please. Really fuck the shit out of me. Come on and do it.'
'What makes a young girl like you so hot,' said Arnie, 'I'll never know.' But he kept sliding his prick up and down, making her as many times as she needed to be made with his big stroking joint, and the more he fucked her the hotter she got. Finally he gave in to his tremendous passions and let loose with his remaining come. He literally flooded the chamber with juice. There was pudding everywhere inside of Janet Tib-bleton's young sucking cunt tube. Still, though, the hole was tight and soft as satin. When it was all over the mailman pulled his prick out of her vagina and said: 'You're going to get all your mail early in the morning from now on, Mrs. Tibbleton. I guarantee it.'
'Not too early,' she said with a smile. 'My husband doesn't leave until eight-thirty a.m., you know.' She climbed off the bed. 'Want to take a quick shower before you go back out there into the rough and tumble world of being a postman?'
He nodded and once again followed that delightful set of flesh cheeks, this time to the bathroom and into the shower. They washed each other and dried off with a soft towel. The postman dressed in his uniform and prepared to leave. On the way out he couldn't resist asking Janet Tibbleton about the special delivery letter. 'Are you sure you don't want to open that letter and see what it is? I mean people don't often send something special delivery unless it's urgent, you know.'
'Well,' said Janet, 'this was urgent.' She smiled and winked at the postman. 'I sent this letter special delivery myself.' She opened it and showed him that it was empty. 'I didn't have much to say to myself, but I knew that you did.' She smiled and wished the postman, who she'd been eyeing for the previous week, a good day.
IX: LOVE THOSE CARROTS
The grocery boy was a constant source of amusement to young Janet. Sometimes, just to see him blush, she would answer the door with only her panties and bra on. She knew that he had a crush on her from the first day he arrived with the delivery of bags packed with market goods. He nearly spilled one bag trying to keep from staring at her big tittles and firm ass cheeks. She always made a point of asking him, just to try and get his goat, if he was married or not. Any fool could tell that the youth didn't even have a girlfriend-his face was covered with nervous acne, and his hands were always a bit shaky-and it was a mean streak as well as a kind of curiosity which made Janet Tibbleton persistent in taunting the lad. On occasion, as he brought the groceries into the kitchen and bent over to set down the heavy bags, Janet would purposefully graze his butt with her thigh or her passing hand. She, of course, would say nothing, but she would watch with intense excitement as the boy's face filled with a blush. He was too timid to do or say anything else. His face turned crimson and he would ask if there was anything else she needed done, and Janet would say, 'No, thank you,' as curtly as possible. She treated him, in those short intense moments, like a slave. Deep down inside she resented him for some unconscious reason.
One time he showed up short one bag of groceries. Though it was not the youth's fault, Janet took advantage of the market error to scold the boy severely. She reprimanded him in an even-pitched stern and relentless voice. 'Jack,' she said, 'I'm ashamed of you. You come here daily, sometimes, and you look at my body, and you think nasty, wicked thoughts about me, and now you've forgotten a bag of groceries.' She pushed her chest out at him to
