Chapter 5
"I hardly believed it all happened, Eleanor," said Vicki.
They were sitting at Eleanor's dining room table drinking coffee. The events of the prior night still burned fresh and bright in both women's minds, and they felt the need to unburden themselves.
"I know what you mean," said the brunette, studying her friend. She wondered if she could really be honest about the way she felt. She decided she could. "... look, Vicki, last night was super in some ways, but I don't think I liked it all that much."
"What?" exclaimed Vicki. "How can you say that? You told me that wonderful hunk fucked you out in the parking lot and then you and the other guy went into the John and you sucked him off before he ate your cunt out. How can you say you didn't enjoy that?"
"I did-at the time. Looking back, I think it's all pretty sordid. I needed to get my rocks off, sure, but not that way. I don't want to go back tonight."
Vicki drank some more coffee and then smiled. "You're braver than I am, Eleanor. I thought it was tacky, too, but I would have gone back because I was the one who started all this. Picking up men that way is exciting when you think about it-but not when you actually do it."
"I'm too much of a romantic to dig it much," admitted Eleanor. "But I'm still bored with Jack. Maybe divorce is the answer. I can't help but wonder what it would be like having Max in my bed every night. He was a real man! Virile, lusty... he could fuck with the best of them. And his prick! God, I thought I'd die when be rammed it up my pussy. My cunt still aches!"
She idly rubbed her jeans-clad snatch, remembering what it was like having the man fucking her, The way his prick filled her to overflowing thrilled her. His cock was bigger than any she had ever even heard of. Max could have been a porno star easily-he had the size and the staying power.
But she slowly came to realize it would get boring with Max, too. No single man was able to satisfy the demon of desire eating at her pussy. She had been turned on last night by Max-sure-but the idea of having another guy immediately after him was the big kick.
The more men she had fucking her, the better sex seemed.
And that just wasn't possible in a marriage. Women didn't marry more than one man at a time. Till death do us part is a hell of a long time, she thought. And it could bean eternity when you're fucking in the same old way, over and over.
"What should we do about our problem?" asked Vicki. "I'm still sick and tired of Frank. He used to want to experiment with different positions. Lately he's been working so hard and long I thought he might be sticking it to another woman. You should see that gorgeous secretary he has!"
"Was he fucking her?" asked Eleanor, breathless.
The very idea of adultery was coming to make her cunt wet. She had cheated on her husband for the first time, and it excited her. Hearing of a cheating husband oddly produced the same wet feeling in her crotch.
"Nope," said Vicki disgustedly. "If he had been, I could understand why he is always too tired or lackluster when he does want to fuck. He has been working. He's up for a big promotion and thinks all this extra work will get it for him. Hell, I don't care if he stays where he is as long as we can have a happy sex life." She sighed and poured herself another cup of coffee.
"It seems like it's up to us to tend to ourselves." Eleanor began toying with the idea of asking Vicky if she might want a little woman-to-woman action. In her own fantasies, the idea of fucking around with another woman thrilled her, but she didn't know if it was something she really wanted to do or just an idea that was forbidden and therefore a turn-on.
"Goddamn, look at the mailman," sighed Vicki, pointing across the street. "Isn't that about the most handsome guy you ever saw?"
Eleanor would have agreed if she'd been able to speak. Her fingers had crept under the waistband of her jeans to find the erect little spire of her cut. She avidly fingered herself, feeling the passions build in her trim, lithe body. The sight of the sexy mailman got her hot faster than ever before.
He wasn't handsome in a movie-star sort of way, but his virile build and weight made him a commanding figure. Eleanor came when she saw the ugly scar crossing the man's cheek. Somehow, that scar made him all the more desirable.
"Why haven't I ever seen him before?" asked Vicki, her own hand hidden under her short skirt.
"Hess new," said Eleanor. "He has to be. I would have noticed him before."
She dragged in a huge lungful of air to recover from her come. The idea of having that man inside her house-inside her I made her come again.
Something snapped in the woman's head. It had been sordid going to the disco because that was premeditated. They had plotted and planned and dressed specially to get a man to fuck them. It didn't matter that the men had been there for the sole purpose of finding a chick willing to fuck. But seducing the mailman didn't fit into that category at all.
He was fair game, and Eleanor was in her home territory. She hadn't gone looking for him. He had come to her! "I think I need to talk to him," she said, her voice distant.
Like a zombie, she got up from the table and hurried to the door, where the mailman was in the process of delivering a few bills.
Hi," be said.
She couldn't take her eyes off that scar. Something about it drove her wild with lust. It spoke of barroom fights or some injury while working as a dock-hand or sailor or-millions of dark, secret, exciting things! "You're new on the route," she said. "I would have noticed you if you had been around before."
"Just started yesterday," he said. "But why would you have noticed? Most men on this route never even see the folks in their houses."
"I'm a collector."
"Stamp collector?"
"No, I collect men-like you."
Eleanor was shocked at herself. Shocked and surprised and turned on so strongly she couldn't keep the wet spot on her jeans from spreading like wildfire. It had been small to start, but as her pussy churned with desire, the spot grew to half dollar size. Now it would take the palm of her hand to cover the damp patch.
"I don't understand," he said, understanding fully.
She glanced past the mail pouch he carried. The bulge growing in his pants told the real story. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
"Why don't you come in? We can talk about it."
He glanced nervously up and down the street and mumbled, "I've got to deliver the mail. Rain and darkness and all that, you know."
"Come in, please," she said, her voice soft and enticing and sexy.
She contrived to get her blouse unbuttoned one more button without seeming obvious about it. He stared down at the white expanse of her tits, already threatening to fall out of the thin blouse she wore. He could see her nipples springing erect with desire. It was instantly obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
"I'm not wearing any panties, either," she said, so low even she could hardly hear it.
He dropped the mailbag just inside her from door and entered. The latch on the front toot snapped abut with finality.
A rush of anxiety at what she'd done hit Eleanor, but it was instantly killed by the man's deft passionate kisses.
He tried to drown her with kisses. His mouth moved relentlessly against hers, his tongue demanding and getting attention. Their darting pink tongues played hide and seek, rushing from one mouth to the other. When he slowly began caressing her tongue with his, she came.
He held her in strong arms, almost breaking her back. And she loved it. She had to have those strong arms crushing her, making her believe she was safe and loved and able to take all he could give.
Her hands fumbled at his zipper. She managed to run it down the metal track. Inside his pants was a boner that her fingers could hardly get around. She wasted no time in pulling his cock out to where she could look at it.
"It's beautiful!" she gasped. "So huge! I want it in me! I want you fucking me with it!"
He said nothing. Masculine and powerful, he knew what she wanted and was able to give it to her. He was going to fuck her right there in the entryway! She felt the coldness of the tile floor on her back and her ass as he pressed her down with his weight. Strong fingers undid the snap on her jeans. She arched up to allow him to strip the garment from her slender legs.
"Goddamn!" he exclaimed. "You weren't lying, were you? You don't have any panties on!"
"I wanted to be ready for you!"
She spread her legs wantonly for him. She wanted to feel his cock enter her strongly, drive all the way up her hungering cunt. Nothing else in the world mattered-not even the possibility that Jack might come in on them and see what his previously faithful wife was doing.
The idea that Jack might see her fucking the mailman made Eleanor even hotter and hornier.
"Fuck me now!" she cried at the top of her lungs.
She had to feel that huge cock of his dragging along the walls of her juicy twat. Nothing less would turn her into a real woman.
Her legs locked around the man's waist. She never knew exactly what happened, but they were turning over in the hallway. Eleanor ended up on top, his mighty prick jutting into her cunt. She gazed down at him but didn't hesitate. Taking his cock firmly in hand she guided, it out of her cunt. Shivering with expectation, she paused before ramming her hips down around the huge spike of cockhead again.
"Do it!" he urged. "God, my balls are burning! Get my cock into that pussy of yours, or I'll cream all over the place!"
His prick danced and bucked with virile lust. She didn't wait for more encouragement. She needed that cock pressing hotly into her cunt too much for that. The woman positioned the prick so it aimed directly up at the ceiling, moved her cunt so that the lips lewdly kissed the end of his Fuck-stick, then simply reined.
Gravity did all the work. She screamed as her cunt took his cock full-length. She thought it would rip her apart, it was so big. But the juices leaking from her twat greased the pole as it entered her.
She placed her hands on the man's chest, then lifted her hips enough to allow the prick to slide easily from her clinging cunt. The suction formed in her pussy brought her off again. Her hips went berserk and she almost allowed the raging hard-on to escape her inner cuntlips.
"H-how do you do it?" he moaned. "God, you have cunt muscles! You're giving my cock a real workout!"
She could barely hear the man's voice. The pounding of her own pulse filled her head. Besides, speaking wasn't important now. All that really counted was the way his prick stretched her tight little cunt to the breaking point. And she had to have more of that-lots more! She dropped back down, grinding her hips at his. The feel of the cock in her tightly clinging cunt rewarded her effort. The feel of his thick cock bush brushing her cuntlips and clit brought her off. She gasped and felt the rush of her fuck-fluids around the thick plug of cock in her pussy.
He groaned, too, hardly able to keep from coming with her. But both of them wanted him to use the iron control he possessed to extend their enjoyment.
He fucked her slowly at first, then with more power and speed. He drove the huge cock in and out of her pussy with merciless determination. Her entire cunt came alive, burning with the friction of fucking.
She felt her tits rising and falling with every movement. Jack had never allowed her to get on top. She reveled in the feeling of freedom, of power, and envied her husband. This was how he felt all the time. But she would cheat him! She would experience the fullest measure of desire with another man! The brunette tossed her head. She felt lusty. She felt horny. She felt her cunt fill and empty of that deliciously mighty cock over and over. Soon, even that motion wasn't enough for her, but she was the one controlling the fucking. If she didn't like it, she had only herself to blame.
Eleanor changed her tactics. She would still rise until only the thick crown of his cock remained inside her tenderly fluttering pink cuntlips. But as she plunged back down, taking his cock full-length into her cunt, she would twist from side to side.
She was literally screwing herself down the man's erection.
By the time she smashed into his crotch, her cunt was flaming with new desire. The woman continued twisting from side to side. This caused his cock to rotate in the tight confines of her cunt. Tensing up all her muscles, she clamped down firmly on his prick. The way the man bucked and hunched upward, trying to sink even deeper into the heated swamp of her pussy, brought the woman off with a mind-searing orgasm.
The way her pussy convulsed as she came robbed the man of his jism. Her strong cunt-muscles milked his prick, teased his balls and made him spill his precious jism into her heaving cunt. They bucked and thrust together, trying to get his cock even deeper than it already was.
Eleanor's hips humped wildly as the man's ass lifted higher and higher off the floor, driving his cock as far into her cunt as any man had ever gone.
All too soon, the ecstasy of their fucking was over.
"Shit, lady, they told me this was a rough route to handle. I thought they meant it was too long to finish in a day. I see now they meant there are horny broads like you along the way!"
"Are you going to ask for another route?" she asked.
"Hell, no!"
Eleanor looked up and saw Vicki standing in the doorway, her fingers stroking her vivid, blushing pink cuntlips. The woman had been spying on them while they fucked, masturbating herself.
Eleanor felt guilty about not inviting Vicki to join in-but not too guilty. She had enjoyed the mailman's prick far too much to ever feel really guilty.