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VIII: LOVE LETTER

Maybe she was a little overactive, and maybe Bob, the gas station attendant, was right when he said that Janet was probably some sort of nymphomaniac, a teenage bridal nymphomaniac at that. But that didn't stop her from going out and having the best time she possibly could. After all, what's a horny, recently married teenage wife to do when she feels that morning vaginal crave creeping up on her? Sit at home and be restless and lusty all day long? That just wasn't Janet Tibbleton's style.

So, even though Tom was giving her all the orgasmic loving he could, Janet still took it upon herself to go out every now and then and land herself a new or different kind of fling. Of course, going out in public wasn't always necessary.

For example, there was the time when the postman had a special delivery letter for which Janet had to sign.. She answered the door in her silky housecoat, the one that ended at mid-thigh and left her luscious legs fully exposed. She held the door open with one foot and rested the package, and the clipboard, on her bare knee. "Do you have a pen?" she asked the mailman.

He graciously handed her a pen with which to initial the space indicated on the sheet. She leaned forward, partially if no completely on purpose, to expose her(breasts (and sign the paper). The posting could hardly keep from noticing those huge pendular knockers and the lovely nipple) the tips. "Is that coffee I smell?" hinted I young civil servant.

"Why yes," said Janet. "Can I offer you a cup?" She handed him back his pen.

"Well," he said, eyeing her smooth leg and her open lapels, "I really shouldn't-' He looked around behind him and saw that no neighbors appeared to be watching him, "-but I guess one quick cup couldn't hurt anything, eh? If it's not too much trouble, that is." He smiled cordially.

"No trouble at all," said the teenage wife. "In fact," she said, leading the way into the kitchen, "I'm kind of lonely for company at this hour." The mailman shut the door behind him and left his pouch on the first available chair. He listened to Janet Tibleton; as she prepared the coffee and mugs, "My husband leaves early in the morning and by the time I get everything done around here, it's only eleven or so, like to day, and there's nothing to do until five o'clock. You know how boring that can be?",She smiled and, seeing that the coffee was hot enough, she poured a cup for the mailman. She pulled up a chair for him, alongside her own, and sat down. "Have a seat. Anyhow, I like having someone to at least talk to in the morning. Even," she added, "if it's only for a little while. Say,

what's your name?" "Arnie," said the mailman. "Arnie Blake. What's yours?" He blushed. He knew her name well. "I'm sorry Mrs. Tibbleton, I know your name. I just slipped-" "Call me Janet," she said, patting his thigh. "I understand exactly what you mean." "Aren't you going to open that letter?" he asked. "Most people get something special delivery and they want to see right away what it is." "Oh, I'll open it later," she said. "I have a pretty good idea what it is." She smiled and put the letter aside. She let her housecoat go loose against the table so that Arnie would get a better look than he had before at her big smooth tittles, or at least at the tops of them, anyhow.

"Good coffee," he said, sliding one hand down near to Janet's thigh. He took a big chance and stroked just the top of her leg. He got himself a quick little feel of her smooth flesh and blushed before he could get his hand away. He was about to apologize when he felt Janet's hand grab hold of his and press it down closer between her loins, closer, that is, to her pussy. "I kind of liked that," she said. "It makes me feel like we're friends." She smiled and waited for him to say something.

"I know what you mean," he said. He let her take his hand where she wanted it, which was, of course, up high in her crotch and against her bush.

"Do you like wearing a uniform?" she asked. But she really didn't care how he answered. She took his finger and pressed it against her clitoris.

"It's alright," he said with a deep breath.

"Why don't you take it off," she suggested, "so I can see what a male man really looks like."

He used his free hand to take off his cap. He started unbuttoning his shirt and tie. "How rude of me," said Janet. "Let me do that for you." She stood up and the loose housecoat fell all the way open. "No sense," she said, pulling the coat back behind her, "in your not seeing me, too, eh?" He was eye to eye with her hanging breasts. She continued to work on his shirt and soon she had the tails out and the buttons completely undone. "There," she said, "but if I'm going to really get a good look at you, you're going to have to stand up." Arnie stood up. Janet reached from where she was and undid his belt. "Let's see what the government calls good meat, shall we?" She pulled his pants down and then his underwear. "Well, well, well," she said cagily to the postman, "isn't that a fine state of affairs. My male man has a rather big penis!"

"Let's see what this particular letter receiver has in the way of a pouch," said the postman. He reached forward and slipped his finger into Janet's open twat. He favored her clitoris with a quick flick, and then he screwed his digit up into the flesh of her cunt. "Nice," he said. "You could get two or three special deliveries in there if you really wanted to." He smiled and pulled her close to him. His joint caressed against her belly, against her smooth brown stomach flesh. "Nice," he repeated himself. "Very nice."

She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her big mammaries close to his body. She rolled her chest against his masculine torso. She gave him all the room he would possibly need to move in for the time being, and he took advantage of every inch. He used one hand to fondle her luscious tittles, and the other continued to dabble between the flesh gates leading to her splendid teenage pussy. He rubbed and probed the insides of that cunt hole, and he did so until there was enough juice to indicate a job of another sort. "I think we better lay down someplace," said the postman. "What do you say?"

"Sure," she said, fingering his cock. "I think it would be nice." She rubbed her palm across the head of his pecker. The tip was as spongy and red and expanded as could be. "You're awfully fast for a civil servant," she said. "I wonder why I always have to wait so long in line at the downtown office when I want to buy stamps? If everyone was as quick as you are, the post office would be working at a profit."

"Very funny," he said. "Where's the bedroom?"

"Right this way, sir," said Janet. She led him with her wagging ass to the bedroom. He kept his eyes on that swinging orb all the way into the king-sized bed and when they finally ended up totally nude and next to each other it was with the mailman's hands wrapped around the teenage bride's buttocks. "I guess you know exactly what you want," said Janet Tibblettn with a big luscious grin on her face.

"Sometimes," he said, pulling her body close to his. "And sometimes I'm just as confused as anybody."

"And now?" she said, reaching down and fondling his prick.

"Now," he said, "I wouldn't mind a little header to get me started." He watched her smile get bigger, broader and then her lips spread open as she arrived at his joint. "Let me help you out on that score," was the last thing that Janet said before she sucked his big cock head into her oral cavity. She used her tongue to wet the spongy surface of the mushroom tip first, of course, but everything else was pure wet suck. "God damn," moaned Arnie, "that's the way, honey. That's exactly right." He watched her blonde head go bobbing back and forth on the end of his flesh spike. Her lips kept a good sloppy seal around his crown. "Alright, alright," he said finally, "I believe you. I get the idea." He pulled her up out of his crotch. "I like sucking penis," she said as if that explained everything.

"I'm glad," he said softly. "I just want to be sure I get a little of everything, if you know what I mean, eh?" He smiled, too, and then he pulled her chest up around his face. He kissed her mammary glands, one by one, and then sucked her nipples off. They were erect and cherry, as was the teenager's tender clitoris to which to postman next applied his glad mouth. "Mmmm," he humed on the little tip of the clit muscle. "Nice stuff, this." He referred, naturally, to the aromatic smell of Janet's sweet wet flesh.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, rocking her hips so that his tongue would go sliding against her clit. "I'm very glad you like it," she added with a deep breath afterwards. Then she opened her legs all the way and Arnie went to work at full speed. He licked and sucked and ate everything there was to have in that splendid flesh pouch. It didn't take him long to get Janet huffing and puffing. She was soon juicing profusely and puddling under her little butt balls. Arnie slipped his hand under her rear end and lifted her up the way a kid eats pie. He tongued out the entire hole before he gave in to yet another ardent desire: to fill her asshole with his finger.

He turned her over and peeled her tender teenage buns open. "Just a little look-see to make sure the government is delivering to the right box, eh?" He fingered her anus with his long middle finger. The tube opened for him, to his surprise, and the iris muscle remained flexed open until he had his digit all the way up the asshole tube. Then the sphincter closed down, on his knuckle, and tugged at the artificial joint.

"Jesus," he moaned, "I never saw anything like that before in my life! Utterly amazing!"

"Would you like to see that again?" she Asked.

"Sure," he said. "I'd have to see something like that twice before I could believe it." "I'll do it again," she said, "but I certainly don't want you to use your finger." She looked back over her shoulder to see if Arnie got her point.

"I get the picture," he said. "But first maybe we should go for a little dip on the front side, just to be sure, eh?" He rolled her back over so that she was stomach up. Her smooth hips, her fine long mammaries, and her big nipples-everything was ripe and hot. He climbed onto her pelvis and pushed his joint about in her loins. Eventually the head of his meat arrived at her clit space, and she wiggled in affirmation that he was in the right spot. "Come on," she said, "and go in. Don't fuck around any more. Remember your route!"

"Yeah, you're right." He pushed forward and filled her cunt canal with his thick member. He gave her a single long stroke with which to get accustomed to the feel of his beefsteak, and then he began hammering away.

"Oh, God, yes," she cried out. "That's what I've been needing all these mornings. That's exactly the special delivery message I've been waiting for. And you're the postman I've been wanting to deliver it." She lifted her legs and made her hole deeper and more passionate. The juice secreted from the walls filled her passionate pit along 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.