Your pizza delivery guy may lead a more exciting life than you think

 

I watched as Jenny Card came out of the rear entrance
of her parent’s pizza place. She trotted lightly across
the parking lot and jumped into Eddy’s car. I was
parked next to Eddy, but it was late in the evening and
I was sure that Jenny couldn’t see me in the shadows. I
scrunched down in the seat of my old Mustang and
prepared myself for a show.

Jenny immediately wrapped her arms around Eddy’s neck.
Their faces moved in and out of the shadows, but it was
obvious that they were swapping tongues. I could see
Eddy’s hands move to Jenny’s breasts and then his hands
went out of sight as he reached lower.

Eddy was a real character. He had a fantastic car and
the boyish good looks that drew girls like flies. Plus,
he had a job that he loved, delivering pizzas. He was
the main delivery guy for the House of Cards Pizza
Palace. Name an address within a ten mile radius and
Eddy could tell you the fastest way to get there given
the state of the local traffic, the weather and maybe
even the phase of the moon. Most people would drive an
old beater to deliver pizzas, but not Eddy. He had a
tricked out Mitsubishi Eclipse that was nice; guys had
been known to order a pizza just to get a chance to
look it over.

Over in his Eclipse, Eddy and Jenny were putting on a
good show. I could feel my cock begin to swell. Not a
problem for most guys, but I had to adjust myself to
make sure that my substantial meat had plenty of room
to grow. If it got wadded up in my shorts I would be in
for a lot of pain. I always wore loose fitting pants
and jockey shorts. Tight pants or boxers would leave me
looking as if I had a third leg. I reached around to my
left hip and gave my cock head a good squeeze. “Easy
boy,” I muttered under my breath.

I usually whacked off three or four times a day just to
take the edge off my libido. But today was a Friday and
my college professors liked to give exams on Fridays,
so getting my rocks off had been pushed to the back of
my mind. Now I was at my part time job, watching my
fellow workers make out like they were the only two
people on the earth, and the monster between my legs
was beginning to demand some attention.

There was an electronic hiss in the air and a second
later the voice of Ellen Card, Jenny’s mother, came
through a loudspeaker. “Pickup,” she said in her crisp,
business like manner.

I waited about thirty seconds for Eddy to emerge from
his car. I expected that he would check his fly, tuck
in his shirt and run his fingers through his hair. It
was his turn to make a delivery and he had only a
certain amount of time in which to do it. Late pizzas
were free pizzas, and Mr. and Mrs. Card really, really
hated to give away their product.

When Eddy failed to make a move, I got out of my car
and walked over to the driver’s side of the Mitsubishi.
I tapped on the window and smiled at the flurry of
movement it caused inside the car. The window lowered a
few inches and I heard Eddy say, “Dude?” by way of
asking me what was going on.

From where I was standing, I couldn’t help but see that
he had both hands covering his crotch. OK, I was a
little envious. Jenny was cute and my cock gave a
twitch at the thought of getting a hand job or maybe
even a little oral action from her. But she usually
ignored me and practically threw herself at Eddy, and
besides, she was the boss’ teenage daughter.

“Dude, delivery,” I said. I hate to use the word
‘dude’, but it somehow it seemed to cover whole
paragraphs of meaning with Eddy.

“Dude?” he asked, with a pleading look in his eyes.
Clearly he didn’t want to get out of his car right
then.

“Dude,” I answered with a thumb up. I would take his
place.

I jogged into the House of Cards. Mrs. Ellen Card was
at her usual place behind the counter. If her daughter,
Jenny, was cute, then Ellen was beautiful. She was one
of those women who refused to age. She was about five
and a half feet tall with short, dark hair. The House
of Cards work shirt that she wore was tailored to fit
her tiny waist and bulging breasts.

She could talk on the phone, enter orders into the
computer and make change for customers all day long,
and she would still look better than most women just
beginning their day of work.

She and I had a little history between us and as a
result, she could be curt and businesslike where I was
concerned. When I came in the door she frowned and
said, “Where’s Eddy? I thought it was his turn to
deliver.”

“He wanted to take a break,” I said. “I got it
covered.”

She shoved the pizza, in its insulated carrier, across
the counter. I noted the slip of paper that contained
the address and amount to be collected, grabbed the
container and headed for the door.

“Have you seen Jenny?” Mrs. Card asked as I nudged the
door open with my free hand.

“Uh, I think I saw her in the parking lot a few minutes
ago,” I said. I cut off any more discussion by letting
the door close behind me as I left.

The windows of Eddy’s Eclipse were fogged over as I
walked by. Whatever they were doing in there involved a
lot of hot breath. My cock gave another throb. Oh
great, I thought, I’m so horny that I’m getting turned
on by wet glass now.

I got into my Mustang and in a second the big eight
cylinder engine rumbled to life. Yeah, I know. It’s not
exactly a pizza delivery car either, but it’s all I
have. My delivery was to an upscale housing development
not far away, and I was knocking on the door to a half-
million dollar home ten minutes later.

The door opened a few inches and a man’s face appeared.
He looked to be in his early twenties. In fact, I
thought that I recognized him from school, but I
couldn’t be sure. “Pizza,” I said, holding the carrier
at chest level.

He looked me over for a second, and then said, “Come on
in.”

In my experience, there are five kinds of people who
want you to bring the pizza into their homes. Most of
them are people who think it’s simply the polite thing
to do, or they’re lonely and want a few minutes of
conversation. There are people who want to order you
around like you’re a waiter and sniff at the pizza as
if it were a vintage wine.

There are the near mythic women who are so horny that
they’ll fuck the young pie bearing stud at their door,
no matter that he’s a complete stranger. Lastly, there
are the weird old men who make it clear that the
sausage they’re interested in isn’t the one on the
pizza. For them, I wear running shoes and carry a
large, easy to open pocket knife.

As the man walked away from the door, I could see that
he was wearing only a towel around his waist. He was
much too young to fall into the weird old man category,
but I fingered the knife in my pocket, just in case. As
I followed him into the house, I had to admit that he
had a good build. Not that I pay much attention to how
guys look, but he did have a narrow waist, plus well
muscled arms and shoulders.

We walked through a foyer and turned to the right into
a den. There was a large, high backed sofa in the
middle of the room. It faced a hissing gas fire place.
As we rounded the sofa, the guy said, “Pizza’s here.”

When I saw who he was talking to, my eyebrows nearly
shot up to my hairline. She was beautiful, very blonde
and very nude. She grabbed a tee shirt out of a mix of
his and her clothing that had been flung on the back of
the sofa, and used it in a futile effort to cover her
pair of enormous breasts. “Alex,” she squealed, “why
did you bring him in here?”

The guy, Alex, laughed as he took a seat on the long
sofa. He motioned to a coffee table that was nearby.
“Just put the pizza down there,” he said.

I tried not to stare at the girl as I slid the pizza
out of its carrier, but even out of the corner of my
eye, she looked fantastic. She also looked much younger
than her boyfriend, but that was none of my business. I
cleared my throat and said, “That’s thirteen eighty-
five, please”

There was a wallet on the coffee table, but Alex didn’t
reach for it. Instead, he removed his towel and put it
aside. He took a healthy looking cock in hand and began
to stroke it. He nodded at the girl and said, “Good
looking, isn’t she?”

Well I couldn’t very well stand there and watch him
beat his meat, so I turned my attention back to her.
She wasn’t making any huge effort to cover herself. She
had crossed her slim legs, but I could still see the
little fringe of blonde hair above her pussy. My eyes
traveled across her flat tummy to her fantastic boobs.
The tee shirt barely covered her nipples and her
crossed arms only pushed all that creamy flesh up and
out. Her blond hair was fanned out on the dark throw
pillow that supported her head, and her deep blue eyes
looked at me in frank amusement.

“Very nice,” I said. That was kind of weak, but I
didn’t know what else to say.

“You see her bellybutton?” he asked. When I nodded, he
said, “I filled that full of cum a few minutes ago, and
after we have a little snack, I’m going to shoot
another load in her pussy.”

“Oh shit,” said the girl. She may have been secure
about her looks, but her boyfriend was beginning to
embarrass her.

“Well,” I said, “thirteen eighty-five and you guys can
get back to your party.”

Alex laughed again. Not in a humorous tone either.
“What’s your name?”

“Jack,” I answered.

“Tell you what, Jack. This dick is the only one she’s
ever known.” I couldn’t help but look in his lap. By
now, he was stroking eight thick inches of erect cock.
“And,” he continued, “I’ll give you a big tip if you’ll
drop your pants and show her what an average guy looks
like.”

“Alex,” said the girl as if to urge him to shut up.

“Come on,” I mumbled, “just pay for the pizza and I’m
out of here.”

He shook his head and sneered, “Drop your pants or I
call old man Card and tell him how rude you were, and
that I refused to pay anything.”

I’m sure that my face had been red for the last couple
of minutes, but now it really began to burn. This jerk,
Alex, had plenty of good looks and money and what he
thought was a big dick. And now he had to show his
girlfriend what a stud he was by humbling the pizza guy
in front of her.

I had been standing there with the carrier under one
arm, and my hands stuffed in my pockets, trying to hide
the raging hard on that the girl had given me. I
thought, what the hell. I’d tried to leave gracefully.
I gave Alex a shrug and said, “OK then.”

I unbuttoned my roomy cargo jeans and let them fall off
my slim hips. Then, before they could see the obscene
bulge in my shorts, I shoved my underpants to the floor
and straightened up. I had to lift my arm out of the
way in order to let my cock swing forward and up.

“Holy fuck,” murmured Alex in awe. His hand had stopped
in mid-stroke on his rapidly shrinking cock, his eyes
were bugged out and his mouth had dropped to his chin.

I liked that reaction from him, but I was really
interested in what the girl thought. I spread my legs
so that my softball sized sack could get some air, and
turned so that she could get a good look at my
equipment.

Her reaction was much the same as I had seen on the
faces of other females. Her eyes were wide and her cute
mouth formed an oh of surprise. As she watched, a clear
drop of precum oozed out of the inch long slit at the
tip of my cock and dripped down my long shaft.

I was really getting into the moment now. I liked to
show off my big dick to the ladies. It wasn’t just a
long, fleshy tube. I like to think that it had a shape
that showed character. It had a wide base as it rose
out of my groin like a mighty oak coming out of the
ground, and then it tapered just a bit until it flared
again at the doorknob sized head. It was flat enough on
top so that it could hold up a six-pack of full soda
cans, warm soda cans if you please. Then it rounded off
until you came to the bulging tube that was purpose for
all this man meat. It was clearly defined as well as
the veins along the sides.

I reached up to my cock head and began to rub it in a
sort of corkscrew stroking motion. Like I said, I
hadn’t been able to loosen my load that day and now it
wasn’t going to take much to set me off. In fact, when
the girl moved around enough to make her tits sway, I
felt the beginnings of an orgasm. I grabbed my shaft
with my left hand bent my hard as steel dick toward the
girl’s navel.

Alex had said that he had filled her bellybutton with
his cum and I wanted to do the same. The first glob of
semen that came out of my cock filled her navel to
overflowing, but I wasn’t through by a long shot. That
first blob was only a preliminary drip. Then, I really
started to cum. Ropes of creamy stuff shot into her
beautiful tits. One hard blast of cum knocked the tee
shirt from her nipples.

I was used to long, mind numbing orgasms and I just
relaxed into it. But part of my brain must have turned
malicious. Unconsciously, I turned and loosed some onto
that expensive sofa. Then the last few blasts of cock
snot landed on poor, arrogant Alex. He caught a good
face full and then the dregs dripped onto the hand that
had been stroking his cock; a cock that had shrunken
out of sight.

When I came back to myself, I looked at what I had done
to Alex. I gave him a little grin and said, “Glad I
could show your girlfriend what the average Joe does
with his cock.” On impulse, I picked up his shirt. It
was a golfing pullover. From its label, I knew that
Alex had paid well over a hundred dollars for it. I
used its soft cotton material to clean the last drips
of cum leaking from my dick. He didn’t say anything. He
was too busy wiping my spunk from his face.

As I dressed, the girl picked up Alex’s wallet. Without
looking, she plucked out a bill and held it out to me.
I took it, looked at the money and said, “This is a
hundred dollar bill.”

She shrugged and then smirked in the direction of her
boyfriend. “He can afford it, besides, that show was
worth it.” I got out of there before the stunned Alex
could recover.

I drove back to the House of Cards Pizza Palace. As I
pulled into my regular parking spot, I saw Eddy leaning
against the hood of his ride. I knew something was
wrong. An art lover would be more likely to hunker down
on the Mona Lisa than Eddie would risk his paint job. I
hopped out of my car and asked him, “Dude?”

“Dude, fired,” he said. The man was clearly distraught
and in need of a friend. Apparently, Mrs. Card had gone
looking for her daughter and found Jenny with some part
of her anatomy engulfing some part of Eddy’s anatomy.

I almost choked up. Eddie had never opened up to me
like that before. The man was practically a legend and
here he was, asking for my help. “Dude,” I said,
holding up my finger in a just wait a minute gesture.

I entered the pizza place and saw Jenny mopping the
floor in front of the counter. Well, she had her hands
on the mop handle and the business end of the mop was
on the floor. There wasn’t a whole lot of energy
transfer in the equation. I tapped her on the shoulder
and motioned for her to follow me. We went behind the
counter and went up to Mrs. Card.

“Mrs. Card,” I said sweetly, “why don’t you let Jenny
watch the counter. I need to see you in private, in the
office.”

Mrs. Card gave me a hard look, but then she and I went
into the business office. I said earlier that Mrs.
Card, Ellen was her first name, and I had some history.
The fact was that she could be a real cum queen. And
since I could make more of that stuff than a hundred
other guys put together, she and I had got it on for a
while.

After a few weeks, I guess her husband had suspected
that there was someone else in the picture because he
suddenly lost twenty pounds, darkened his hair and
became much more attentive to his wife. He and Ellen
would disappear after the lunch hour rush, and when
they returned to work, she would have a contented, if
not sated, smile on her face. Our activities cooled off
then. I’m sure she had come to realize that a rich
husband with an average dick was a better catch than a
poor college student, even if he was hung like a mule.

When we got into the office, I cut right to the chase.
“Give Eddy his job back,” I said.

She looked up into my eyes. We had to stand face to
face, since the office was more like a closet filled
with a desk and a filing cabinet. “That son of a bitch
is lucky I didn’t have him arrested. Do you know what
he was doing to Jenny?” she demanded.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure that it wasn’t anything
that Jenny didn’t want to happen,” I said with a grin.

She frowned and said, “All the more reason to separate
those two.” She took a step as if to leave, but I
leaned sideways and her breasts met my chest.

“Come on, Eddy is worth any three other drivers you’ve
got,” I said. “Except for me of course,” I added
hastily.

I loved the feel of those tits. My dick was getting
hard as I remembered standing in this very office with
my cock head appearing and disappearing between the
silky globes of Ellen’s breasts.

Neither one of us backed off, and in a second I found
myself kissing her. It’s funny how you get used to
kissing someone a certain way. Almost immediately, we
were swapping tongues as we always had, hot and heavy.
She wrapped an arm around my neck and pressed her body
to mine. I knew that she could feel the heavy bulge in
my pants. In fact, she began to gyrate her hips against
my cock head.

“We have to stop this,” she said with her lips brushing
against mine.

I didn’t answer. For my sake and for Eddie’s, stopping
was the last thing on my mind. I pushed my tongue back
into her mouth and my cock against her hips. Our
tongues played until her breath was coming in little
snorts against my cheek, and her hands were moving all
over my back. I reached up and tweaked her nipples.
They were standing out through her bra and her starched
cotton work shirt.

“Oh Jack, honey, that feels so good,” she moaned.

I knew it was time for the next step. I put my hands on
her shoulders, and pushed her back. Her lips clung to
mine until they parted with a wet slurping sound. She
pleaded with her eyes, but I just put a slight amount
of pressure on her shoulders and ordered, “Pull it out,
bitch.”

Ordinarily, calling Ellen Card a bitch was enough to
get a Mike Tyson like face slap. And I have more
respect for women than to use that word casually. But
when her libido came up, Ellen loved to be treated that
way.

She squatted and began to reverently unfasten my belt,
waist button and zipper. As my pants fell around my
shoes she began to stroke my swollen cock shaft. She
bit playfully at my massive hard on through my
underwear. I tousled her too neat hair and pushed my
cock at her hungry mouth.

After a couple of minutes of this play, a wet patch
began to form where the slit in my cock head touched my
shorts. I twined my fingers through her hair and pushed
her head back. “OK, you little cunt,” I said roughly,
“it’s time for your drink.”

She pulled down my shorts and then she flinched as my
cock shaft slapped into the side of her head. A smear
of precum splattered against her cheek. She grabbed my
cock shaft and pulled the head down until she could
kiss it like she had been kissing my mouth minutes
before.

“French that thing,” I urged her. Her tongue darted
around the head of my cock. Occasionally, the tip of
her tongue would work at the slit in the tip. She used
both hands to jerk at my long shaft. Even the hot
blasts of air from her nostrils tickled at my heaving
meat. I could feel my ball sack draw up preparatory to
giving up the churning load in my nuts. There was a
feeling at the base of my dick as if some sort of
piston were cranking up the pressure.

“Ready for a long drink of cum, baby?” I asked as I
gave my massive dick a nudge that sent her head jerking
back. Of course, with her mouth full of swelling meat,
she could only grunt in assent.

That woman could really suck a dick. I was hot to blow
enough cum to choke a horse, and from experience I knew
that she would love to take it. But I was pretty sure
that I wanted this orgasm much more than she.
Nevertheless, I reached out and wrapped my hand firmly
around my sensitive cock head in order to control
myself.

“Eddie gets his job back, OK?” I gasped.

She gave me an exasperated look. I had broken the rules
of our little fantasy. I was supposed to be
domineering, and she was supposed to act if she were
being forced. She lapped at the exposed skin of my cock
head for a few seconds, trying to seduce the cum from
my stiff as steel dick. When I didn’t relent, she
shrugged in surrender.

I slid my hand down and began to seriously jerk my
dick. Between the three hands on my shaft and her mouth
on the end of my cock, it was only seconds before I
started to cum. Her cheeks, sunken from their sucking,
suddenly filled and she gulped down my creamy load. At
one point her timing was off and a dollop of the milky
cum dripped from her lips. But Ellen Card was nothing
if not fastidious; she cleaned off her chin with her
pinky and then licked her finger.

I was tightening my belt into place and nodding
mindlessly as Ellen lectured me on how Eddie and Jenny
should behave, when we heard a shrill scream from the
front of the store. Ellen and I and every other
employee of the pizza place suddenly found ourselves
behind the counter. Jenny was white as a sheet and
tears were pouring down her face.

“Jenny!” her mother screamed, “are you all right?” What
happened?”

“We got robbed,” she blubbered. “They.they came in and
said they had a gun and.” Suddenly her eyes grew as big
as saucers and she screamed, “There they are.” She was
pointing frantically out the front windows of the
store.

I looked up in time to see an old, white van drive
past. “Are you sure?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said. One guy sat in that van right out
front, while the other guy robbed me.”

I vaulted the counter and ran to the front door.
Apparently, the robbers hadn’t done their homework. The
House of Cards Pizza Palace was in a large strip mall,
and there was only one way in or out. The robbers had
pulled away from their heist going the wrong way. Now
they were forced into retracing their steps. I couldn’t
read the license plate of the van, but it was easy to
see that one of its tail lights was cracked and showed
more white light than red. It would make the van easy
to spot.

“Call the cops,” I yelled. “Have the dispatcher, or
whoever, call my cell phone.” I ran out the door and
across the parking lot to my car.

“Dude?” asked Eddie as I ran by.

“Dude,” I told him and jerked a thumb over my shoulder.
I wanted him back in the pizza place to help out.

I jumped into my car and negotiated my way out of the
parking lot. Once on the highway I let the big v-eight
of the Mustang roar and pretty soon I cold see the off
color taillight of the van in the distance. When I got
to within a couple of hundred yards of the robbers, I
slowed to match their speed. That’s when my cell phone
began to chirp.

“This is Jack,” I said into the phone.

“This is the county dispatcher,” said a crisp female
voice. She sounded familiar, but she also had that
flat, unemotional voice that you hear on all the TV cop
shows. “I understand that you may be in pursuit of a
robbery suspect.” She went on to warn me that I might
be putting myself in physical danger or at least in
legal jeopardy, especially concerning vehicle
violations.

I looked down at my speedometer; I was well under the
posted speed limit. “Well, if we go any slower, you’ll
have to give me a ticket for parking on a public
highway,” I said. I may have been a wee bit sarcastic.

“Very well, said the dispatcher. What’s your location?”

I gave her a running commentary on where the robbers
were going. The pizza palace and its strip mall were a
couple of miles outside of the small town of Alvys.

Pretty soon, the van entered the town and made a turn
onto Hill Street, aptly named because it curved its way
up a hill. I pulled against the curb and killed my
lights when the van entered a drive. It stopped in
front of a cheap rental unit. I knew the place. No one
who stayed there ever gave a decent tip to a pizza
delivery guy. I gave the address to the dispatcher and
then put away my phone to see what would happen.

In a minute two patrol cars drove by and pulled into
the drive. I watched as the cops entered the house and
then I suddenly realized that if there was any gun fire
then I was sitting in the wrong place. That’s why I
nearly jumped out of my skin when someone tapped on the
side window of my car.

It was another cop. I rolled down my window. “Yes?” I
said to the officer, hoping that I could hear his reply
over my pounding heart.

After checking my identification and making a little
conversation he said, “You need to go down to the
courthouse to make a statement.”

I had to travel only a mile to the county courthouse.
An officer took my statement, and to my surprise, I was
out of there in less than an hour. I was walking down a
hall to an exit, when a door opened and a female
officer came into view. It was a pretty nice view too.
She was a tall, slim blonde with nicely prominent
breasts. Her hair was penned on her head in a
businesslike bun, and there was only a trace of makeup
on her pleasant face.

“Hello Jack,” she said with a smile as we approached
one another. “I thought that was you on the phone.”

I examined that pleasant face more closely and then I
replayed the dispatcher’s voice in my head. It took a
second but then gears meshed and cogs fell into place
in my mind. “Ginger.uh.Mrs. Vaughn, you were the
dispatcher?” I said with surprise.

“Yes,” she laughed, “I do this part-time.” She glanced
around, and when she saw that no one was around, she
said, “Follow me.”

I followed her through some doors and up two flights of
stairs. I lagged behind just enough on those stairs to
follow the sway of her nicely firm ass at eye level.
You remember I said that the beautiful, horny, female
pizza customer was near mythic?

Well, Mrs. Vaughn was the real thing. Every few weeks I
would take a pie out to her house. I’d park in her
secluded drive and go to the kitchen door. She usually
answered the door wearing a plain cotton robe and a
towel wrapped around her upswept hair. By the time I
could get the pizza on the kitchen table, the robe and
towel would be cast aside, and she’d be standing there
in lingerie with a mass of blonde hair falling around
her shoulders. The pizza and a nice red wine would
fortify us between bouts of furious sex. There was one
spindly table in the parlor that we had avoided, but I
think we’d had sex on every other flat or semi-flat
surface in her home.

She unsnapped a ring of keys from her belt and used one
of them to open a door. I followed her inside and she
locked the door behind us. The room was a spacious
office. There was a large, nearly empty desk, a couple
of file cabinets and some chairs.

She didn’t turn on the room lights, but illumination
from the light poles outside in the parking light put
the office in twilight. I walked to the desk and read
the name off the little wooden holder that everyone
uses, and then my eyes went to the seal emblazoned on
the wall behind the desk. I turned to Ginger and
wheezed out, “Holy shit, you’re the sheriff’s wife?”

Ginger, who was calmly unbuttoning her shirt said,
“Well, darling, I thought you knew.”

“I.I.” I stammered. I hated to admit that I hadn’t
known the name of the local sheriff. Hopefully,
especially now, I would never meet the man. I finally
managed to say, “I just never put your names together.”
At this point, Ginger had kicked off her pumps and was
pulling off her slacks. Obviously, she wanted to carry
our affair into her workplace. “Isn’t this a little
dangerous?” I asked.

She padded over to me in bare feet. The tops of her
breasts jiggled seductively above the lacy cups of her
bra, and her slim, creamy thighs flashed in the dim
light. “Ordinarily, I don’t call in for pizza,” her
voice implied that she definitely didn’t mean pizza,
“Unless my husband is out of town. He doesn’t question
my bill at Card’s place, and I don’t ask him about the
suspicious sounding business names on our credit card
statement. But lately, I’ve had a feeling that he’s
been doing stuff too close to home. So I want to leave
a little message for him.”

“What sort of message?” I asked warily.

“You’ll see,” she said. Then, her tongue was in my
mouth and her tits were pressed against my chest. She
hooked a bare leg around my thigh, and the only thing
on my mind was to not fall over on the floor, while my
dick ballooned in my pants.

We did some serious tongue sucking. I fondled her full
bra and she found the head of my cock, straining at its
coverings, somewhere past my left hip. She led me over
to her husband’s desk and struck a suggestive pose on
its polished surface. In a few seconds, I had her
panties off. I couldn’t tell it in the dim light, but I
knew from experience that she was a true blonde and
that her pussy looked like a ripe peach.

She pushed that pretty cunt off the desk, practically
begging me to take it. I knew what she wanted and I
dived right in. I parted those pretty, pink pussy lips
with my tongue and ran it up the length of her slit. I
lavished attention on her clit, and then I did the
whole thing over and over again. I put a finger in her
pussy and crooked it against her g-spot. I brought her
to the edge of orgasm and kept her there until her
pussy was weeping with slick juices.

“Fuck me Jack,” she moaned. “I’ve never been so hot for
you, baby.”

It took me about two seconds to lower my pants and
shorts around my ankles. I ran my hand up my cum tube
and was rewarded with a palm full of clear liquid. I
slicked down my dick and then bent it down to Ginger’s
pussy. I worked the head past her grasping vaginal lips
and then shoved in about half a cock’s worth of stiff
meat.

Ginger’s back arched, her tummy rippled, and her thighs
quivered as she came. I began to give her a good, fast
hump and she continued to orgasm two or three times a
minute. Unfortunately for her, I couldn’t keep up that
pace. The pressure at the base of my dick was terrific.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum, Ginger,”
I told her in a strained whisper.

She must have been one determined woman, because she
managed to drag her pussy away from my cock in mid-
orgasm and said, “Not in me – anywhere else- all over
the office.”

My mind was too sex addled to think clearly. I simply
grabbed the end of my cock and began to beat my meat
double time. Cum roared out of my cock and I just sort
of stood in place and turned in a circle. By the time I
was finished there was semen all over the office rug,
not to mention the filing cabinets, chairs and all four
walls.

When my balls were finally empty, I got my slightly
wilted dick put away and my pants pulled up. In the dim
light I could see glistening liquid streams all over
the place. “We need to get this cleaned up,” I said to
Ginger.

She came over and pressed her tits against my arm. She
kissed the shell of my ear and whispered, “Don’t worry
about it. I’ll take care of it, now you scoot.” She
gave me a swat on the rear to get me going.

I was in my car before I realized that she had no
intention of cleaning up my cum. I chuckled to myself.
Ginger was certainly leaving a message for her husband.
The sheriff would have to believe that his wife had
enticed his entire force to jack off in his office.

As I approached the door to the House of Cards Pizza
Palace, I could see Eddie busy mopping the area in
front of the counter. Apparently, this was the going
penitence for fooling around in your car tonight.

“Dude,” he said in thanks and congratulations when I
came through in the door.

“Dude,” I said. I mean, what else was there to say?

Jenny had been sent home, but the rest of the crew came
out to hear my heroic tale. I may have been guilty of
upping the speed of my so called daring chase just a
bit.

The last order of the night was phoned in. When it was
ready, Mrs. Card pointedly handed the pizza to me
instead of Eddie. He was going to have to work pretty
hard to get back into her good graces. I almost fainted
when Mrs. Card told me, “Just keep the money from the
pizza, Jack. You go on home after the delivery.”

The address took me back to the high rent district. As
I approached the front door, it opened and a young
woman in loose fitting string pants and a delightfully
packed sleep bra appeared. It was the girl from earlier
in the evening.

“Hi,” she said with a grin. “Remember me?”

“You’d be hard to forget,” I said. I looked around.
“You’re boyfriend isn’t hanging here to beat my ass, is
he?”

She laughed. “No, when I left him he was desperately
trying to convince me that he had a big cock, and that
you were some freak of nature.”

I must have looked hurt, or something, because she
hastily added, “I mean, I don’t think you’re a freak. I
was hoping that you would make the delivery. I’ve got
some friends here for a sleepover, and I thought you
might want have some pizza with us.”

About then, a pair of attractive faces appeared in the
doorway behind her. I said, “Yeah, I could use a snack,
thanks.”

Abby, she had finally introduced herself, showed me in.
“This is Breck and Caroline,” she said, introducing me
to her buds.

Breck giggled and Caroline said, “Hi.” Breck was
wearing sleep pants and a tee shirt. Her figure was
nicely rounded although she wasn’t as spectacular as
Abby. Caroline was taller and slimmer than her friends.
She had on loose fitting, electric blue pajamas.

“Let’s go in the den,” said Abby, “we’ll put a movie
on.”

The den was only slightly smaller than a basketball
court. After hiking across a deep pile carpet we came
to a sectional sofa that could have seated both
basketball teams and their mascots. The pizza
disappeared quickly. There wasn’t anything wrong with
our appetites.

Abby put a horror flick in the DVD player and turned
down the lights. She snuggled up against me on the
couch while Breck and Caroline gossiped about their
friends. On the screen, a pretty blonde was at first
terrified and then killed by a masked stalker. Abby
shivered and practically crawled into my lap. A second
later we were sharing soft kisses.

She was about the sexiest kisser I’ve ever had. My lips
were massaged, licked and sucked until my dick felt
like a bar of steel, and we hadn’t even begun to
French. My hand moved to Abby’s silky bra. Her tits
filled the soft material of the cups. I gathered some
of the smooth cloth between my fingers and skimmed it
over her nipple, making Abby shiver and moan.

There were more moans in the room than Abby’s though. I
turned my head to see Caroline cradled in Breck’s arms.
Breck had one hand on her friend’s breast and the other
stuck down the front of her pajamas. They had forgotten
all about the movie. Abby and I were providing their
entertainment.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Abby whispered in my ear. “I
sort of promised them a show.”

I slid my hand under her bra and grasped an overflowing
handful of tit meat. “It’s OK,” I mumbled. At that
point I was up for anything. Before I knew what was
happening though, my hand was groping at empty air.

“Come here girls,” said Abby. She was on her knees
beside me now, tugging at my belt.

In a few seconds my pants and shorts were once again
around my ankles. Beck and Caroline were sitting beside
me on the edge of the sofa. My cock quivered in the air
between them.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, omygod,” Breck kept saying as her
eyes traveled up the length of my dick and back down
again. Caroline petted it with the back of her hand as
if it were a strange puppy.

Breck grabbed the base of my prick with one hand on top
of the other. “I can’t even get my hands around it she
said in awe.

Caroline added her hands on top of Breck’s and said,
“Shit, there’s cock left over.”

They both giggled insanely at that and began to jerk me
off with all four hands. I didn’t mind at all. I lay
back and found Abby waiting for me. We began to kiss
once more. Her tongue proved to be every bit as
sensuous as her lips had been a minute ago. It tickled
and writhed about in my mouth until I was breathless.
My cock oozed a steady stream of precum and soon Breck
and Caroline’s hands were gliding along the length of
my well oiled cock.

The whole thing was too much for me. I could only close
my eyes and hold my breath as a massive charge built up
in my balls and then burst upwards. I heard shrieks of
surprise, and then more insane giggling as I cut loose
a fountain of cum.

When I opened my eyes, Caroline was in my arms,
laughing her head off and pointing at her friends.
Breck and Caroline were simply covered in my cum. It
was in their hair, on their faces and strings of the
milky stuff lay on their arms and stained their
clothes.

“You whore,” said Breck to Abby, “you said there would
be a lot of semen, but I had no idea.”

Abby just laughed some more and jumped off the sofa.
“OK, let’s go upstairs and get cleaned up.” She tugged
at my arm until I was off the sofa and stumbling out of
the jumble of clothes around my ankles. My still
swollen dick preceded me into a bedroom only slightly
smaller than the den we had just left. We entered a
tiled bathroom that was partitioned by a glass wall.
Abby walked over and touched a button on a panel. When
water began to mist from a dozen nozzles, I realized
that there was a huge shower beyond the glass.

By the time everyone had undressed, Abby announced that
the water was warm enough. We all piled into the shower
through a sliding glass door. Abby poured liquid soap
onto our hands and then it was a free-for-all of bubbly
fun. My soapy dick went between bodies, between legs
and even under armpits. It burrowed between the hot
slick mounds of Abby’s breasts and for a while I
thought that I was going to coat those silky mounds
with my hot cum, but then she announced that she wanted
to shampoo her hair.

I didn’t have time to be disappointed, because Breck
seized my cock and dragged me over to a conveniently
low spray of water and washed off my soap slick member.
Then Breck bent over and braced her hands against the
shower wall. She looked over her shoulder and said,
“Let’s go Jack, fuck me with that monster.”

I was back to full steel pipe mode at that point, but I
managed to work the head of my cock into her pussy
without too much prodding. I slipped in about a foot of
meat before she began to pull away. At that point, I
began to swing my hips to a slow beat. I was about to
work Breck up to her first orgasm, when I felt a pair
of arms slip around my chest and a pair of huge breasts
pillowed against my back. Abby must have finished with
her hair.

“Don’t give away all of that big cock,” she said. “I
want some too.” She emphasized the point by giving my
ear a nip.

“Ow,” I said, rubbing at my ear. “I thought Alex was
the only one to get your pussy.”

“Alex is good looking and rich, but he’s pretty much an
idiot. He likes to get his ego stroked along with his
penis. I can get of all the dick I want, and I
certainly don’t have to go to him to get it,” she said
as she rubbed her hands all over my chest.

I was beginning to believe that she and Alex were
actually a pretty good match for each other, but that
didn’t make her any less sexually desirable. Especially
when her talented tongue and hot breath were playing
havoc with my ear. I doubled the speed of my fucking
and brought Breck to a couple of screaming climaxes
before I gave in to Abby.

I was determined to show her a hot time. I made her cum
from the rear like I had Breck. I slung one of her legs
over my shoulder and got her off while she was split
sideways. My thighs got a workout when I squatted in
front of her and nailed her to the wall with my pole.
She was lying on her back in the shower, practically
comatose with orgasms when I finally lost my load. Cum
sprayed out of her pussy as I shot wad after creamy
wad.

We left Abby on her bed, snoring softly and wrapped in
a warm bath towel the size of a bed sheet. I gave
Caroline a look. My muscles were tired, but she could
have climbed on top for a while. She shyly held onto
Breck’s arm and wouldn’t meet my eyes. I don’t think
she was much into dicks, big or little ones. So I got
dressed and headed for the door.

As I got into my car, I realized that it was already
Saturday morning. It had been quite an evening and all
my experiences of the night left me with just one
thought: Those girls never did pay me for that pizza.