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Geez I get sour looks and no tips occasionally from milf’s expecting the pizza boy ‘to fuck brainless’ before they indulgence themselves with a Supreme. They don’t realise I don’t mind a lesbian dabble now and then.
I’ve never been lucky enough to deliver to a buck’s night so I’ve no idea how far I would go in the gang bang direction. I keep hoping.
Anyway recently I had the; what I supposed was one of the standard boring middle class suburban deliveries. You can tell by the number of pizza’s and the flavour combination being delivered who will answer the door and guesstimate a tip.
I was so sure my next delivery was a couple’s eating in: Friday night meal. You know the type; can’t be stuffed cooking, known each other too long to be bothered making the effort to go out or their mortgage is dominating their lives and they’ll have missionary sex under the sheets in the dark at 10.00 pm briefly and say goodnight.
Yeah I could tell, it was one large gourmet vegetarian pizza, a side of garlic bread and two mini self sauced warm chocolate puddings and the two litre soft drink. How cute and how boringly standard.
I found the address easy enough and barely needed the GPS. Oh, it was a neat place and fancy garden, with its white picket fence. I rang the doorbell. Waited. I rang the doorbell again. Waited. I frickin gave up and rapped my knuckles across the door loudly. Shit it was open. It just swung back.
I had one of those you moments. I’m paid the minimum wage plus a bonus for speedy max deliveries. I didn’t have time to traipse through their place to the frickin patio, where they were probably quaffing their bloody chardonnays. Still I needed their goddamn money and a tip. So I put on my smiley face and sauntered down their hallway...
“Fuck ME” I expressed out loud nearly dropping the pizza box and the sides on top.
There was this woman about thirty getting an amazing , really good ramming from a gorgeous stiff cock, filling her trimmed light fuzzed but dark pubic framed pink open pussy lips, as her feet were planted on her man’s thighs , on their sofa. I’d never actually seen another woman in real life getting shagged: and fuck it was a turn on... watching cock pumping into wet, pliable, moisture soaked coochie. It was riveting and I was so randy, so fast.
The brunette, with long wild hair; I now decided, probably only in her late twenties, wasn’t at all embarrassed...she just coaxed me over to her between her moaning...and before I knew what I was doing...well before I knew what her touch would be like...because I was into this before my panties were off. Her hand went straight under my short pleated dark skirt. She didn’t worry about the preliminaries like feeling me up through my knickers. Her fingers went straight to my already seeping wetness. I was still watching this awesome cock pummelling into her body.
Yeah, the pizza box had hit the floor and the dessert was a mess. However, flesh always makes a more appealing entree, main course and s.
Oh the bitch got that excited smile on her face as my sleek shaved slit was massaged by her fingers. She knew I was a tart.
“My you have a gorgeous blonde ponytail “she said “and cute titties under that tight t-shirt”
“Mmm “was all I said. My pussy being introduced to her second finger a bit roughly but very happy for it to find and fill space next to the first welcome intruder in my girly cavity of wanton immediate need.
“You like that ...you little whore “she added; “What’s your name sweetie?”
“MMm...Mandy...Mmm...Mandy...Mmmm” I managed. Lucky my name started with an M...I doubt she would have got it otherwise.
She was finger fucking me in a jaggy irregular way, testing my limits, as her third finger joined the party in my squelch.
“You like it a bit rough don’t you honey” she inquired unnecessarily.
I was moaning gratefully as my pussy was being basically consensually assaulted.
Still riding cock like a pro she managed to yank my skirt and panties off and get me too willingly pressing my pussy into her face. Directly into her face where she could enjoy all of me.
Oh god I moaned: a series of; “Mmm’s” and less feminine “Oh shit yeah...that is good ...so good...”
She knew exactly what to do with me the saucy experienced bitch. Manipulating me around, so she could lick out my arsehole. If I thought her pussy work was divine her butt crack work was bliss. Her tongue just slotting into my tight pink starfish perfectly. Tongue and arsehole made for each other.
I was in the enjoyment zone and expressed my happiness with : “Orrgh yeah...that is heaven...please , please more” and she did, her tongue circling my rim and her fingers gaping my back passage and , slowly, so slowly , so teasingly entering my butt hole and crooking my puckered slot with shards of pleasure.
I was leaning over the edge of the lounge. My arsehole in total joy. Her face pressing into my butt cheeks. Her tongue a frenzy of ecstatic pressure.
I surprised at how gentle she was with my butt crack given the way she had, well loutishly treated my pussy. For a moment I thought she was going to fist my cunt and I wasn’t sure if my tender years were ready for that. Then she had been so kind and tender with my arse.
Suddenly her tongue wasn’t there anymore. I had cravings of denial. My body couldn’t cope with the loss of its building pleasure.
“Oh MY GOD...Oh Fuck...Orrgh...Aah... Yes...Yess...Ah... Ahh... Arragh...Orrgh “as her husband just rammed his cock into my prepped arsehole. Geez I thought my arse would split, he jammed and shoved so deep, so quickly. I had an immediate upsurge of pure sweet body sensation. Oh fuck I felt good, but so breached too. My areshole seemed to momentarily tighten beyond tight. I had no idea how the guys cock had space in me. Then I had that wonderful moment of euphoria as my constricted furrow relaxed to the tempo of his stiff pounding cock movement.
All the sensation made more memorable by not having clearly seen his face. It was as close to complete stranger sex that I had ever come...not surprising at a tender eighteen years.
He started to smack and slap my arse cheeks at the same time. Stinging me. I had that unbearable yet desirable combination of pleasure and a hint of pain.
Then he was buggering my arse. Deep and well, there is no other word for it, plain male nasty. I was caught in the need for it to continue while being aware, my little poop shooter was passing the limits of its design. A girl you’d think wouldn’t allow her arse to get battered and mugged, but the joy was so intoxicating, it somehow balanced the uncomfortable sensation lurking in my gratification.
The brunette added to my bodily pleasure by grabbing out my tits roughly over my bra cup, pushing up my pink t-shirt and letting my breasts dangling over the arm of the sofa. Her play was curt and blunt. Tweaking my nipples hard, grabbing handfuls of my tits and teasing my teats between her teeth and with her fingernails.
The guy was groaning behind me. My arse now a bit more relaxed and in sync with his engorged pecker. But so tender as it was cock thrashed.
Once the prick got his fingers working around my clitty too: I was a goner. The tip of pleasure became a spike of delight, then a spur coursing through my clit, it spread to my entire pussy, seemed to flood my arse and flush through my panting manic needy body. The tightness in my arse like I’d been pounded in a cage fight.
I flopped over the sofa arm as my arse was jizzed like it was receiving a special internal lotion, a warm injection of moisturiser designed as a balm of happiness.
Yeah sounds nice. Truth was I was brusquely creamed. My arsehole stuffed with jism. Wads of dribbly gooey cum seeping from my satisfied yet equally misused gaping crack. Attractive, fetching, charming are hardly the words you would use: I was a woman sperm injected, my arsehole gawped, split, gashed open, the old fashioned 'rent'.
That should have been it. But the missus had other ideas. She flipped me over, spread my legs, and I was left gob smacked as first one finger, then two, then three were slid in and out of my over tender pussy,while with two fingers of her other hand she was scooping cum from my arsehole and transferring as sloppy lube to my stretched out pussy.
"Orrgh fuck yeah, my god, oh yes, yes, " before I was a grunting and gasping, as she fully duck fisted my pussy with one hand and three finger stretched my arsehole with her other. Wow was I full. Both my arse and pussy magnified and dominating me together. Fuck I watched her do it to me. It looked dirty. It was dirty. It looked beyond what my body could do. But I was embracing what my body was doing. I loved the double stretch. I revelled in the twin fill. My arse so rawly used, my pussy so grodily spread and splayed.
"Oh God, Orrrg, orrgh,uuuuhhh" as she found a spot I didn't think I had and squirted for the first time. Gush after gush of steamy bodily fluid accompanied by a dominating orgasmic rush and flush.
Oh shit I was a happy mess.
Boy did they give me a massive tip. And geez did I have a wonky walk as I returned to the pizza store to collect my next delivery. My petite choccie starfish till tingling and a tad sore and my pussy feeling as wide as a boulevard as I ventured out again, only half an hour past the arse and pussy rampage of my life.
I checked the delivery coupon when I was in my car and went ... “Oh sweet Jesus”
It was a new order from the same couple.
I’ve never been lucky enough to deliver to a buck’s night so I’ve no idea how far I would go in the gang bang direction. I keep hoping.
Anyway recently I had the; what I supposed was one of the standard boring middle class suburban deliveries. You can tell by the number of pizza’s and the flavour combination being delivered who will answer the door and guesstimate a tip.
I was so sure my next delivery was a couple’s eating in: Friday night meal. You know the type; can’t be stuffed cooking, known each other too long to be bothered making the effort to go out or their mortgage is dominating their lives and they’ll have missionary sex under the sheets in the dark at 10.00 pm briefly and say goodnight.
Yeah I could tell, it was one large gourmet vegetarian pizza, a side of garlic bread and two mini self sauced warm chocolate puddings and the two litre soft drink. How cute and how boringly standard.
I found the address easy enough and barely needed the GPS. Oh, it was a neat place and fancy garden, with its white picket fence. I rang the doorbell. Waited. I rang the doorbell again. Waited. I frickin gave up and rapped my knuckles across the door loudly. Shit it was open. It just swung back.
I had one of those you moments. I’m paid the minimum wage plus a bonus for speedy max deliveries. I didn’t have time to traipse through their place to the frickin patio, where they were probably quaffing their bloody chardonnays. Still I needed their goddamn money and a tip. So I put on my smiley face and sauntered down their hallway...
“Fuck ME” I expressed out loud nearly dropping the pizza box and the sides on top.
There was this woman about thirty getting an amazing , really good ramming from a gorgeous stiff cock, filling her trimmed light fuzzed but dark pubic framed pink open pussy lips, as her feet were planted on her man’s thighs , on their sofa. I’d never actually seen another woman in real life getting shagged: and fuck it was a turn on... watching cock pumping into wet, pliable, moisture soaked coochie. It was riveting and I was so randy, so fast.
The brunette, with long wild hair; I now decided, probably only in her late twenties, wasn’t at all embarrassed...she just coaxed me over to her between her moaning...and before I knew what I was doing...well before I knew what her touch would be like...because I was into this before my panties were off. Her hand went straight under my short pleated dark skirt. She didn’t worry about the preliminaries like feeling me up through my knickers. Her fingers went straight to my already seeping wetness. I was still watching this awesome cock pummelling into her body.
Yeah, the pizza box had hit the floor and the dessert was a mess. However, flesh always makes a more appealing entree, main course and s.
Oh the bitch got that excited smile on her face as my sleek shaved slit was massaged by her fingers. She knew I was a tart.
“My you have a gorgeous blonde ponytail “she said “and cute titties under that tight t-shirt”
“Mmm “was all I said. My pussy being introduced to her second finger a bit roughly but very happy for it to find and fill space next to the first welcome intruder in my girly cavity of wanton immediate need.
“You like that ...you little whore “she added; “What’s your name sweetie?”
“MMm...Mandy...Mmm...Mandy...Mmmm” I managed. Lucky my name started with an M...I doubt she would have got it otherwise.
She was finger fucking me in a jaggy irregular way, testing my limits, as her third finger joined the party in my squelch.
“You like it a bit rough don’t you honey” she inquired unnecessarily.
I was moaning gratefully as my pussy was being basically consensually assaulted.
Still riding cock like a pro she managed to yank my skirt and panties off and get me too willingly pressing my pussy into her face. Directly into her face where she could enjoy all of me.
Oh god I moaned: a series of; “Mmm’s” and less feminine “Oh shit yeah...that is good ...so good...”
She knew exactly what to do with me the saucy experienced bitch. Manipulating me around, so she could lick out my arsehole. If I thought her pussy work was divine her butt crack work was bliss. Her tongue just slotting into my tight pink starfish perfectly. Tongue and arsehole made for each other.
I was in the enjoyment zone and expressed my happiness with : “Orrgh yeah...that is heaven...please , please more” and she did, her tongue circling my rim and her fingers gaping my back passage and , slowly, so slowly , so teasingly entering my butt hole and crooking my puckered slot with shards of pleasure.
I was leaning over the edge of the lounge. My arsehole in total joy. Her face pressing into my butt cheeks. Her tongue a frenzy of ecstatic pressure.
I surprised at how gentle she was with my butt crack given the way she had, well loutishly treated my pussy. For a moment I thought she was going to fist my cunt and I wasn’t sure if my tender years were ready for that. Then she had been so kind and tender with my arse.
Suddenly her tongue wasn’t there anymore. I had cravings of denial. My body couldn’t cope with the loss of its building pleasure.
“Oh MY GOD...Oh Fuck...Orrgh...Aah... Yes...Yess...Ah... Ahh... Arragh...Orrgh “as her husband just rammed his cock into my prepped arsehole. Geez I thought my arse would split, he jammed and shoved so deep, so quickly. I had an immediate upsurge of pure sweet body sensation. Oh fuck I felt good, but so breached too. My areshole seemed to momentarily tighten beyond tight. I had no idea how the guys cock had space in me. Then I had that wonderful moment of euphoria as my constricted furrow relaxed to the tempo of his stiff pounding cock movement.
All the sensation made more memorable by not having clearly seen his face. It was as close to complete stranger sex that I had ever come...not surprising at a tender eighteen years.
He started to smack and slap my arse cheeks at the same time. Stinging me. I had that unbearable yet desirable combination of pleasure and a hint of pain.
Then he was buggering my arse. Deep and well, there is no other word for it, plain male nasty. I was caught in the need for it to continue while being aware, my little poop shooter was passing the limits of its design. A girl you’d think wouldn’t allow her arse to get battered and mugged, but the joy was so intoxicating, it somehow balanced the uncomfortable sensation lurking in my gratification.
The brunette added to my bodily pleasure by grabbing out my tits roughly over my bra cup, pushing up my pink t-shirt and letting my breasts dangling over the arm of the sofa. Her play was curt and blunt. Tweaking my nipples hard, grabbing handfuls of my tits and teasing my teats between her teeth and with her fingernails.
The guy was groaning behind me. My arse now a bit more relaxed and in sync with his engorged pecker. But so tender as it was cock thrashed.
Once the prick got his fingers working around my clitty too: I was a goner. The tip of pleasure became a spike of delight, then a spur coursing through my clit, it spread to my entire pussy, seemed to flood my arse and flush through my panting manic needy body. The tightness in my arse like I’d been pounded in a cage fight.
I flopped over the sofa arm as my arse was jizzed like it was receiving a special internal lotion, a warm injection of moisturiser designed as a balm of happiness.
Yeah sounds nice. Truth was I was brusquely creamed. My arsehole stuffed with jism. Wads of dribbly gooey cum seeping from my satisfied yet equally misused gaping crack. Attractive, fetching, charming are hardly the words you would use: I was a woman sperm injected, my arsehole gawped, split, gashed open, the old fashioned 'rent'.
That should have been it. But the missus had other ideas. She flipped me over, spread my legs, and I was left gob smacked as first one finger, then two, then three were slid in and out of my over tender pussy,while with two fingers of her other hand she was scooping cum from my arsehole and transferring as sloppy lube to my stretched out pussy.
"Orrgh fuck yeah, my god, oh yes, yes, " before I was a grunting and gasping, as she fully duck fisted my pussy with one hand and three finger stretched my arsehole with her other. Wow was I full. Both my arse and pussy magnified and dominating me together. Fuck I watched her do it to me. It looked dirty. It was dirty. It looked beyond what my body could do. But I was embracing what my body was doing. I loved the double stretch. I revelled in the twin fill. My arse so rawly used, my pussy so grodily spread and splayed.
"Oh God, Orrrg, orrgh,uuuuhhh" as she found a spot I didn't think I had and squirted for the first time. Gush after gush of steamy bodily fluid accompanied by a dominating orgasmic rush and flush.
Oh shit I was a happy mess.
Boy did they give me a massive tip. And geez did I have a wonky walk as I returned to the pizza store to collect my next delivery. My petite choccie starfish till tingling and a tad sore and my pussy feeling as wide as a boulevard as I ventured out again, only half an hour past the arse and pussy rampage of my life.
I checked the delivery coupon when I was in my car and went ... “Oh sweet Jesus”
It was a new order from the same couple.
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