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CHAPTER NINE

For some reasons Wednesdays were the days on which Susan Bunkers found herself the most sexually frustrated. She didn't know why, but every Wednesday morning, except for those times when she had her period, she felt the anal crave more than ever. She would wake up, bemoan the fact that her husband Charley had already left for work, and lay in bed with a severe blush. Sometimes she would work out with the dildo and her finger, and other times even that wouldn't help. If she could reach Gloria or Dave by phone, and if one or the other of them was available, she would get together with them and have herself a regular intercourse session.

But on this particular Wednesday morning, no one was home, and the anal itch was driving her out of her mind. She needed something flesh, not plastic, something alive and thick stuffed up her ass crotch, and she needed it pretty quick. She thought she was going out of her mind. She paced nude in the livingroom wondering if she might seduce the mailman. She washed dishes in the kitchen thinking about going to the market and picking up on a box boy there. Finally, an idea dawned on her.

She picked up the phone, and, with the menu in hand, she dialed her favorite pizza place. They, of course, delivered. It didn't take her long, once she'd placed the order for a mushroom and sausage cheese pizza, to shower, shave her legs, and make herself as beautiful as pie. And she wasn't any too fast either, for no sooner had she slipped into her silkiest house coat, one that ended at her hips and left her snatch slightly exposed and opened down to the navel so that her breasts were clearly visible, the door bell rang. She bounced joyfully into the livingroom and opened the door.

Sure enough, there holding the flat cardboard box that smelled Italian, was a young, teenage delivery boy. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he got one good look at Susan Bunkers. Her long tanned loins, her full pendular chest, her luscious brown skin and her clear blue eyes and blonde hair – it was an Epicurean delight just to look at her. "Your pizza, Mam," stammered the youth.

"Yes," said Sue Bunkers. "Come right in."

"Yes, Mam," said the boy, unable to keep his eyes off Susan's luscious tanned legs. He thought he saw a hint of snatch, just the slightest glimpse of beaver between her loins, and then he looked away blushing. But he looked up, in order not to see the customer's cunt, and instead he was greeted with the sight of her smooth, fresh breasts, the nipples erect, the caps brown, the mammaries themselves as full and ripe as could be. Blushing even more, he set the pizza down on the kitchen table. Susan had shut the door behind him. "How much is that?" she asked casually. She had her purse on the kitchen table.

"Four-ten," said the young man. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and if he was any older than sixteen, it would have been hard to believe. He had a baby-face and he was about five-six, shorter than Susan.

She stood at the opposite side of the table and leaned forward to search through her purse. While she did so, her titties hung down in plain sight, nearly brushing against the outside of her pocket book, fully fallen out of her house coat.

"Jesus," mumbled the youth, unable to control his passions.

"Beg your pardon," said Susan, looking up. "Did you say something young man?"

"Ah, no, Mam," said the boy. "I was just saying that it's sure a nice place you have here."

"Thank you," said Susan, smiling to herself. "I can't seem to find my wallet. Would you mind taking a check?"

"We're not supposed to, but if that's all you got…"

"Thank you," she said. She reached out and patted him on the shoulder. Her titties were still in sight, but not so obviously. "You're a very kind lad," she added. "I'll be just a minute. I keep my checkbook in the bedroom." She shook her ass and knew that he was watching her long slender tanned legs as she shimmied off down the hallway to her bedroom. She waited there for a moment, counting to twenty, and then she called out to the kitchen. "Oh, young man, I wonder if you'd help me for a minute." She waited and sure enough, the delivery boy came down the, hallway and into the bedroom. "Here I am," she said, stretching her hands up to the top shelf of the closet. "My check book was empty and I couldn't quite reach that box up there. If you'd bring over that chair, I can get down the new checks.".

The delivery boy unglued his eyes from Susan's long supple thighs and retrieved the chair. "Thank you," she said, and she climbed up and reached for the box of checks, supposedly. As she did though, she made sure that her house coat came undone all together and that it uncovered her ass cheeks. The boy was looking straight into her slender groove while she pretended to be fumbling for the checks. He could see the sphincter hole and the shape of her cheeks, the perfect moon and the perfect brown crater. "Oooh," he murmured to himself, "I shouldn't…"

"What?" asked Susan, turning around. "Did you say something?" The boy looked up. Her coat was open and her beaver was showing its prideful lips. There was the shine of cunt juice there, and the delivery boy could hardly contain himself. "Oh, pardon me," said Susan. "I didn't mean to be so exhibitionistic."

"Ah, that's O.k.," said the youth. "I just ah… do you need any help getting that cheek, I mean, check down from there?" He blushed crimson again and Susan climbed down with the box. "No," she said, "I think I'm getting things together finally. Have a seat and I'll write this out for you." She motioned to the bed. The boy sat down. Susan pulled her housecoat slightly closed, but she left it open enough that if the lad wanted he could see just about all of her. She fetched a pen from the end table and sat down next to him, crossing her long ample thighs, letting her shiny beaver show just enough. As she leaned over the new check book, her boobies were again in plain sight. "How much was that?" she asked again.

"Forty-fours," said the delivery boy. He was looking at Susan's luscious titties, not thinking about the price of the pizza. "I mean," he corrected himself, "Four-ten. Four dollars and ten cents."

"Is something bothering you?" asked Susan, sticking her chest out at him. "Does it bother you, young man, that I'm not wearing a bra?"

"It doesn't bother me," he said. "It just, ah, distracts me a little."

"I see," said Susan. "Would you like to touch my breasts?" She put the pen and checkbook on top of the pizza box which was in the boy's lap. "Here," she said, taking his hand, "I think it would be better for you to have a little feel of my breasts before you go back. After all, I don't want you to, think I'm not grateful for your having brought me my lunch." She put his open palm on her right breast. "There," she said, "nothing at all to worry about, hey?" She smiled. "Let me take this box away from you." She lifted the pizza box out of his lap and seeing his crotch said: "Oh, my, you have some sort of bulge in your pants there, young man." She put the box down on the floor, still with the delivery boy's hand on her chest, and reached for the lump in his trousers. "What is that?" she said. "Are you wearing a cup?"

"Ah, no," he said, still blushing. "It's my…"

"Oh," she said, stroking the protrusion in his pants. "I know what that is." She pretended to be shy for a moment, but then she applied her other hand as well to stroking the boy's member. "You should squeeze my breast if you feel like it," she told him. "Wouldn't you like to rub them a little harder?"

He nodded. Then he squeezed. The firm titties were soft and pliant. The nipples were upright. The caps were chill-covered and full, brown and lovely. He used both hands to play for a moment on Susan's big chest.

"This is silly," said Susan. "Let me take this old robe off and you can really see what your customer looks like. After all, you do have a minute or two before you have to go back to work, don't you?"

"Ah, yes," he stammered. "I guess so. I mean, sure! Why not!" It was one of his favorite dreams, actually, to think about making it with one of his customers, especially one so pretty and young as Susan Bunkers. She stood up and took off her loose silky robe. It fell to her feet and left her entirely naked. "There," she said, "isn't that a little nicer?"

The delivery, boy was staring straight ahead, looking at her pretty little twat. "I never saw something so…" He became bashful for a moment and then stopped speaking altogether.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked him.

"Oh, I, ah…"

"It's alright," said Susan, kneeling at his feet. "Everyone has to start someplace." She rubbed his loins, worked her fingers along his thighs, and cupped his prick with her two hands. It was only the place in his crotch where his prick was, not the joint itself, but it was more stimulation than the boy had ever had from a woman before. He'd masturbated every now and then, but no woman had ever touched him therefor real. He couldn't get over how nice Mrs. Bunkers' hands felt rubbing at his crotch that way. "Wow," he moaned, "that's so nice, lady. I just don't believe it."

"Would you mind – say," said Susan, "I don't even know your name."

"Jack," he said simply. "Jack."

"Jack," she said, "would you mind if I undid your belt. I mean it's only fair that since you get to see me like this, that I should see you." She smiled and worked his belt open while he nodded his head up and down that it was alright. She worked his pants down around his knees. That left him wearing his cotton underwear and a shirt. She unbuttoned the shirt next and left him wearing just his briefs. There was a big protrusion in his underwear where his cock stuck out like a sore thumb. "Just look at that," she said, stroking the material over his penis. "My oh my, you should have said something earlier." She pulled his underwear off. "There it is," she said, "the real McCoy at last." She took his warm penis in her hands and pressed the hefty muscle up against the side of her face. The mushroom head went sliding nicely along her cheek. "Oh, my," she said, "it's awfully warm. Would you mind if I put it in my mouth?"

He shook his head. "I wouldn't mind if you did anything you wanted with it. It all feels really good." He was looking down at her as she knelt between his spread thighs. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she was on her knees between his legs. She cupped the head with the lips of her pretty face.

Young Jack watched his huge erection disappear into Susan's face. Most of his meat went up into her throat. Then she concentrated on sucking on just the mushroom crown. "Oh, Jesus," he moaned, "that's terrific!" He reached down and held Susan's head by the sides of her face. He loved the sight of her mouth bobbing up and down and sucking his thick virgin meat. "Wow, good!" he exclaimed.

"You're quite a delivery boy," said Susan as she pulled her mouth off of his big thick dick. "I like a boy with a sense of pleasure," she added. She climbed up onto the bed and spread herself out behind him. He had to turn around to see her. She was on her back with her big titties flowing and smooth. Her loins were spread wide. Her pro tuberant mound stuck up at him, and the thick labial lips were slightly open. She reached down with her hand and fingered the flesh gates. "Let me have your hand, Jack," she said. He gave her his hand. She took his middle finger and pressed the ball of the digit against her clitoris. "If you rub my little penis that way, it'll make lots of juice for you to play with." He smiled and let her use his finger any way she wanted. She stroked herself by holding his wrist and directing his digit. Soon she started gasping. Her chest heaved. Jack applied his free hand to her big left titty. He stroked the hill of flesh as Susan probed her twat with his finger. "That's nice, Jack. You delivery boys really know much more about sex than you let on."

Jack adjusted his position so that he could more easily rub his finger in and out of Susan's twat hole. In the new position he could not only see how best to stroke her, but he could also see and feel how oily her pussy was getting. "Boy," he said, "this is really going to be something." He stuck his finger all the way up her twat hole. He stirred the flesh and played with her cunt interior for a while. Then he leaned down and kissed her titties. She took his head in her hands and pressed his face close to her heaving chest. "Mmmm," she sighed, "I'm glad you came here today, Jack, because I have a kind of special request for you."

"Anything you say," said the young man.

"You just name it."

"Good," she said, "let me show you what I have in mind." She pushed him up and off of her body. "I have to turn over, first." She rolled over and spread her smooth thighs for him. "Do you see my little hole?" she said, pulling her buttocks apart. Her rectum was fully exposed. "Can you see my brown hole there?"

"Yes," he said. "Sure do see it alright." He wondered what she had in mind.

"I want you to take that tube of grease over there," – Jack noticed the lubricant on the end table – "and spread some of it onto my little hole. Would you do that for me?"

"Sure," said the boy. He picked up the tube and unscrewed the cap. It only took him a minute to get excited about the slippery stuff. He spread it, as she requested, on her little hole. "O.k.," he said, "it's done."

"Yes," she sighed, "I know. Now I want you to take that handsome penis of yours, if you don't mind, and put it down between my buns. Just sort of slide up and down there. Would you like to do that?"

"Sure," he said. "Sounds like fun." He leaned down and put his cock in the slot, between her buns, so that the underside of the shaft pressed close to her little anus hole. "There," he said, "how's that?" He was closer to her now because he was laying on her backside with his crotch against her ass cheeks.

"That's just right," she panted. "That's just the way it should be." She rolled her hips, and Jack took a deep breath in order to deal with the highly aroused passions he was feeling. "Oh, God," he said, "I never would have thought of doing that myself."

"Sure you would have, Jack," said Susan. "Sooner or later." She came up on her hands and knees. The delivery boy adjusted his angle accordingly; His meaty bone-on went sliding upwards. He had a perfect mesh of her ass flesh with his prick. "Now," she said, "there's just one more little thing you have to do before I'll let you get back to work." She reached back with one hand while supporting herself with her other hand and her knees. She pulled her rectum open. "See the hole? I want you to put your cock in there, just shove it all the way in as hard as you can, O.k.?"

"You're the boss," said Jack. He mounted her with his hefty rod. It took him a minute to get his meaty joint in place, and then he pushed forward. Susan helped by pushing back on the stick. Soon he was all the way inside her rear body. "That's perfect," said Susan. "You're doing… ooooh, God you're doing it like… ahhhhhh, fuck! Do it harder, Jack. Do it really fucking hard!"

The boy reached forward and grabbed Susan's titties. He pushed so hard with his flesh arrow that he forced her down flat on her belly. He still held onto and kneaded her titty flesh. It didn't take him long to get her so hot that she was all chills and quakes. She was bouncing him up and down by rocking her fanny and her hips. "Jesus," he moaned, "pretty soon I'm not going to be a… virgin… any alihhhhh." He ejaculated up Susan's ass-hole.

"Oh, Jack," she moaned, "that's very nice. I like that hot pudding inside me like that." His full load of jism was flooding her anal cavity, drowning her bowels with semen juice. The spray of his sperm was the thing that gratified Susan's Wednesday morning anal crave. "Yes, Jack ooooh, yes," she panted. "That's just wonderful."

A moment later she had him pull his penis out of her butt. She looked at the thick spent beef. "You did a good job, young man," she said. She sat up against the back of the bed smoking a cigarette. "Did you never do that before?"

"I never even had my penis up a girl's pussy before," he paid.

"No shit," said Susan, growing bored with the youngster's enthusiasm. "Well, you better get dressed and go back to work. I don't want to be responsible for you getting in trouble with your boss at the pizza place now, you know." She smiled and took out of the end table a five dollar bill. "Here's a little tip for you," she said. "Keep the change."

A few minutes later young Jack had dressed and he'd shown himself out the front door. In the bedroom, quite satisfied with her early afternoon fuck, Susan munched on a slice of mushroom and sausage pizza. It was a little cold, but that really didn't matter so much. Everything else was hot and lusty, especially her asshole, just the way she liked it.