Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/mailman.txt

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     Mary had always admired the young relief mail man. Not only
was he a nice looking man with a great build, he was always
pleasant and cheerful. Her regular business letter carrier was an
obnoxious, obvious liar. He must have stayed up nights thinking
about some of the ludicrous tales that he shared with all of the
business owners in the shopping plaza. She would often hide in
the back of the store at the time that mail was delivered. Tim,
the relief man was a welcome change, and she looked forward to
him stopping in to chat for a few moments a day. Lately, and
quite possibly unconsciously, she had been trying to dress a
little more seductively so that he might notice her a bit more.

     Due to the worst illness reported to mankind, Bob, the
regular mail man, announced that he would be on sick leave and
may never return to the ranks of the walking or talking. "Damn
shame," Mary thought. Well, at least she would have an
opportunity to see Tim periodically.

     "How are you today, Tim?" Mary asked as the strong, young
mail carrier entered her shop. Her shoulders rolled a bit more
than usual causing her full breasts to dance slightly. She felt
as if her fanny was rather well framed by the jeans she was
wearing and would periodically turn around to offer them in their
best light.

     "Great! Don't the leaves changing colors make you think of
when you were a kid?" he asked with his ever-present smile.

     "This is my favorite season. I brings to mind visions of
marshmallow roasts, cider and hay rides. We used to always go on
hay rides when we were kids. We didn't too often have a horse to
pull us; usually it was just a tractor," Mary said with a
thoughtful, remembering look in her eyes.

     "Too bad we never had the opportunity to go on a hay ride
together," Tim offered with a slightly wicked grin as he turned
to go.

     Mary was caught off guard. She had often thought about what
a nice young man Tim was. She hadn't considered that he may have
found her attractive enough to try to become intimate with.
Before she could formulate a response, he was out of the door.
She wondered whether he was serious or just being sociable. Mary
never gave much thought to having an affair. As a result she
never developed many fantasies. Her husband, Eddie had always
indicated to her that he wouldn't be opposed to her expanding her
horizons so long as she didn't become emotionally involved. She
knew that he had gone astray on a few occasions, but she didn't
want to know about it. She knew he loved her and didn't feel
threatened.

     Tim and his winning manner began to make her think about it.
What would be so wrong with making love with him. The one thing
that she always thought about when it came to sex was the man's
buttocks. She would close her eyes and imagine how it looked
unclothed; rippling as he walked across the room. Visions of his
strong buns tightening to pump his hard meat into her wet hole
would generally drive her crazy with desire. She had done it now.
She had placed the thought in her mind and she could almost feel
it. Mary had to get her mind on something else.

     As she busied herself with some overdue paper work, the
thoughts continued to visit her. She imagined looking down at the
erect nipples of her ample breasts. His lips moved gently from
one to the other as his teeth gently tugged and manipulated each
in turn. As her mind wandered, she felt her nipples becoming
hard. The thought of his strong hands massaging her naked
buttocks swam into her head.

     Again she could see his erect penis entering her hairy love
tunnel as his ass tightened to drive his bone home. Almost
without thinking her hand fell into her lap, allowing her fingers
to delve into the swollen lips of her wet pussy. Paper work
wouldn't do. She would have to move around to get this out of her
head. Mary began to do some stock work. Moving around the shop
seemed to help, at least for the time being.

     Six o'clock came and she was free to close the shop and head
for home. By seven she had a light dinner on the table for her
and her husband, and by eight the dishes were in the washer and
she retired to the couch to relax and let the day dissolve. Again
the thought that taunted her earlier returned. She tried
desperately to get her mind on a sit-com that was on the TV, but
it seemed futile. "Eddie, would you like to go to bed a little
early tonight?" Mary asked with a feigned yawn.

     "Go ahead honey, I'll be in just as soon as I get done with
the paper. I won't be but a few more minutes," Eddie responded
without taking his eyes off of the newspaper. Mary could think of
nothing but cock driving deep into her greasy love hole. She
began by imagining Eddie's pole, hard and long seeking new
depths. Suddenly, her mind turned once again to Tim. She tried to
imagine how long and thick his cock was, whether his penis rested
on large, heavy balls and how his public hair looked. Mary
wondered whether one man's penis tasted any differently or felt
any differently than another.

     After brushing her teeth, she stood nude in front of the
mirror. Her eyes were first attracted to her heavy breasts. She
could see her nipples begin to harden. Without thought her hands
rose to her breasts to feel their weight. Her sharp, painted
finger nails gently scratched the surface of her marble-like
nipples. Shivers of excitement shot like lightening from her
ultra-sensitive nipples to her loins. Her hands dropped to her
hair-covered pussy and spread its lips to reveal her pulsing
clit. Uncontrollably, her buttocks tightened increasing the
sensations in her moistening crotch as she slid her finger
teasingly over this fiery nub.

     Her hands began to travel from one part of her fine body to
another, touching, teasing, investigating and squeezing. Mary's
legs became weak as her excitement increased. She thought better
of standing for this welcomed torture. Mary sought her soft bed
and quite naturally got hotter and more aroused as her mind
continued its erotic focus. She allowed her fingers to dip down
into the inner folds of her honey pot as one hand reached up and
began to manipulate a soft pink nipple. Moistening her index
finger with her saliva, she began to slide it back and forth over
her expanding nipples. Her ear was tuned in to the sound of
Eddie's recliner chair being released to the ground. Shit! She
was ready, and she needed it soon.

     Eddie came in shortly afterward, took off his clothes, set
out his night clothes and began to brush his teeth in the
adjoining bathroom. Mary couldn't take her eyes off of his hairy
ass and his heavy member swinging gently between his strong legs.
Each time the head of his flaccid penis came into sight, Mary's
excitement increased. Each time she saw the flex of his buttocks
she imagined that he was driving his bone into her slippery,
tight crevice. Closing her eyes she could see the thick head of
his penis pushing the lips of her tight vagina wide open. "Do you
suppose that you can do me a favor and forget to put your pajamas
on?" Mary said seductively.

     Eddie recognized the mood. Mary needed to ride his hard cock
and get a nut. He smiled his customary smile and said, "anything
for my beautiful love princess." He entered the sheets to find
that Mary had removed her night clothes and was ready. He lifted
the sheets to gaze at her lovely body. Her heavy breasts swayed
delightfully back and forth as if they had a life of their own.
Her nipples had hardened to the point of gathering a nice expanse
of her lovely, soft breasts around them. There were wrinkles in
her white tit flesh a full half inch around her dark pink
nipples. As his eyes traveled lower, they settled on her soft,
fluffy muff of pubic hair which warmed her slick vagina. The
muscles of her stomach rippled with anticipation as she threw one
leg over Eddie's thighs and devoured his waiting lips with her
own.

     Mary yearned with the excitement that she had allowed to
build throughout the day. Her breasts ached to be sucked and
squeezed. Her thoughts traveled back and forth between Eddie and
Tim. Each time that she felt the warmth of Eddie's hand on her
flesh her excitement increased. She was thinking about Tim's hard
tool investigating her depths. Soon Mary slid down Eddie's body
and grabbed his stiff bone in a tight grasp. Without further
warning or delay, she engulfed his raging cock with her hot
mouth.

     Eddie twisted around with dislodging his swollen member,
filled his hands with the flesh of Mary's ass cheeks and drove
his hot tongue into her fragrant pussy. They were locked in the
careless, mindless embrace of passion as they had their fill of
one another's delights.

     Moving slowly and methodically, these lovers became locked
together in the traditional embrace of lust. Ever so slowly, he
placed the angry head of his thick staff at the threshold of her
slick sex. He began to slow fuck Mary as he watcher her eyes
portray a hungry animal. Gradually he picked up the pace in
response to her pleading. As Eddie drove his thick spike into
Mary's gyrating cock-glove, he filled his hands intermittently
with her quivering thighs, bouncing breasts, and rounded ass
cheeks.

     The globes of her full ass rolled and rippled with each
thrust. Eddie could never remember her being this horny. As Mary
came hard for the third time, Eddie pulled his cock from her
tight hole, aimed it at her gyrating breasts and shot his thick
cream between her lovely globes. As she grunted away the last of
her climax, thinking of Tim pouring his cream on her tits, Mary
filled her still twitching hole with one hand and smeared Eddie's
hot come over her nipples with the other hand.

     "I don't know what made you as crazy as you were tonight
honey, but if it was some kind of a pill, take two next time. You
turned me on more than I can ever remember being turned on. I
think it was the wild animal look in your eyes. I hope you
enjoyed it as much as I did, honey," Eddie said as he gasped for
breath. Soon they were both in a deep rewarding sleep.

     The next morning Mary woke first and found that she felt
unusually sore; as if she had done hard physical labor the day
before. Suddenly, she remembered why she felt that way. Mary
entered the hot spray of her morning shower and felt the pulse of
the water dancing on her tender nipples. Soaping the hairy muff
of her womanhood, her mind returned to the visions that she had
trapped in her memory. Her soapy hands slid effortlessly over her
heavy breasts, her tightening nipples, into the crack of her ass
and between the lips of her sex. She was becoming turned on all
over again. Realizing that time was limited, she hurried her
shower and robbed herself of additional pleasure.

     As she fixed the coffee and began to realize why she had
been so horny, she began to feel confusion and shame. She had
been thinking of Tim. She could remember seeing his ass flying as
he drove his cock meat into her slick hole. Her shame soon drove
the thought out of her head. Eddie came out into the dining room
and smiled at her. She tried to avoid his glance so that she
wouldn't give herself away. Finally Eddie said to her, "Mary, is
something wrong honey? It couldn't have been last night. That was
probably the best sex we've ever had. I woke up with such a hard
cock I could probably cut diamonds with it."

     Mary began to whimper as she told Eddie about her fantasy
and the guilt she was feeling. Eddie listened calmly as she
explained her fantasy and who it was about. A slight smile came
over Eddie as he began to comfort her, "Mary, you didn't do
anything wrong. I have fantasies all the time. It doesn't mean
that I don't love you, or that I prefer to make love with someone
else. It's natural. Everyone has them. If it would guarantee that
we would have sex like that all the time, you could ball this guy
once a week. Just the thought of you having a fantasy about
another man excites me beyond words."

     "You're out of your mind! I would never make love with
another man. I am married to you, and my body belongs to you,"
she said with some fire. "I just found that it made it exciting
to think about someone else. I would never cheat on you Eddie."

     "Your body doesn't belong to me. It belongs to you. I don't
look at it as though you were cheating or even wanted to. I'm
just glad that you enjoyed yourself. It's always been exciting
for me to know that others found you attractive and sexy. How do
you think I would feel if no one else thought you were sensual or
exciting?" Eddie inquired.

     "Let's not talk about it any more right now, OK Eddie?" Mary
pleaded. "I feel very unusual, and I don't really understand
what's going on in my head right now. I just want to stop
thinking about it right now and get ready to open the shop.

     "OK honey. Just don't be too hard on yourself. You enjoyed
it and there was no harm done. I told you once before that the
only thing that would concern me is if you got emotionally
involved with someone to the point that you lost your love for
me," he said.

     Mary answered quickly and emphatically, "I could never love
anyone more than I love you. You're my partner and my best
friend. You always will be."

     "Now that's what I like to hear. Go and get ready, you're
going to be late," Eddie said in a simulated scolding as he
tapped her on the fanny.

     As she completed the opening procedure at the shop, Mary
began to think about how she would feel when Tim brought the mail
in. Would she feel embarrassed or dirty. Could she look him in
the eye if he decided to talk to her. As the noon hour arrived
her anticipation increased. "So did you hear the newest Pea Wee
joke?" Tim asked as he opened the door and floated in. His good
spirits seemed to make everything OK. She caught herself prancing
a bit for him to show off her attributes. They talked about quite
a few different topics in the short time that Tim was able to
stay. As he began to make his last comments prior to departure,
Mary started to feel sad to see him go. "I wish we could have
talked a little longer," Mary said to her own surprise.

     "I'll tell you what Mary; I get off at four. What do you say
I stop and get us some coffee and bring it by?" Tim suggested.
Mary began to stumble with her words, trying to formulate an
answer. Tim hurried to her defense by adding, "I guess that was a
bit forward. You will probably be tied up, and I shouldn't have
asked. I'll be able to stop tomorrow for a little while, and
we'll talk then when I deliver the mail.

     Mary, having composed herself and got a grip on what was
going on, thought for a moment and offered, "I'm not all that
busy. It would be nice if you could stop back. I take my coffee
with one cream and one sugar."

     Incredulously, Tim answered, "OK Mary. It's a deal. I should
be by at about four-fifteen. See you then."

     What in the hell have I gotten myself into now? Mary
thought. I'll just be leading this guy on, and he's such a nice
guy. Hey! Maybe he doesn't even have anything on his mind other
than conversation. Not all men are fuck bunnies. He may just want
to talk and kill some time before going someplace. Her mind
continued to develop various scenarios until after four o'clock.

     "One coffee with cream and sugar coming up," Tim announced
as he entered the door negotiating his package. He had apparently
removed his uniform shirt and was wearing his jacket over a tee
shirt.

     "Come on in the back so we can drink our coffee without
customers gawking at us," Mary invited. They sat at a small table
next to the divan as Mary prepared her coffee and began to test
its heat with her lips.

     "I bet you were just counting the minutes until I got here,
weren't you Mary," Tim said with a humorous grin on his face. "I
hope that I didn't give you the wrong impression when I invited
myself over for coffee. I know you are married and from what you
say you are happy. It isn't my intention to screw anything up,
but you are very attractive and great to talk to. I just enjoy
spending time with you. Don't get me wrong. I would love to make
love to you, but I fully understand the situation. So let's have
some coffee, talk about the regular mail man behind his back and
then I'll run.

     Mary had a slightly shocked look on her face. It was soon
replaced by a sneaking smile. She was flattered by what he had
said and couldn't help but think how cute he was being. "Tim, I
would be lying to you if I told you that I didn't think about
being with you. You look great and I enjoy talking with you as
well, but..."

     "I know. I know. Don't say it. You don't have to explain,"
Tim said in an effort to spare Mary from the embarrassment of
rejecting him. Mary set down her coffee and reached out to cradle
his face. As if controlled by some unknown force, she pressed her
full lips to his with closed eyes. His hungry lips caressed her
own and soon moved to the side of her neck. She felt shivers
running down her neck. Her nipples began to tingle, and she
became aware of her moistening womanhood.

     As she held his lips close to her hot skin, she panted to
Tim, "I'm always so damn concerned about everyone and everything
around me - trying to be everything that everyone wants me to be.
I'm tired of trying to be perfect. I want you, Tim.  I want to
feel you touch me. I need to feel you inside of me. I want to
feel your hard bone go off in me and paint my insides with your
thick cream."

     Mary dropped to her knees, her hands fumbling with his
zipper. She slid her hands over the front of his trousers, around
to his buttocks and returned to quickly released his raging
manhood. Her boiling breath danced on the head of his penis, and
his legs began to weaken. Holding his massive, hairy balls in her
soft hands, she descended on his quaking tool. First one inch,
then another slipped into the comfortable sheath of her warm
mouth. As the head of his rock-hard penis touched the back of her
wet throat, her lips closed on his engorged shaft. Gently his
hands cradled her soft hair, guiding the path of his erect,
searching member. As her lips and tongue played on the thick meat
of his cock, her hands unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them
to the floor. Sensuously, her hands slid up the back of his legs
and clasped his hair-covered buttocks, squeezing him more deeply
into her hungry mouth.

     Tim was heaven-bound. He reached down, lifted her sweater
and released the catch to her bra. Mary's full, swollen breasts
bounced into his waiting hands. Her nipples felt like marbles in
his strong hands as he squeezed her soft, firm flesh. A croaking
groan escaped her lips and made his swollen cock tremble as he
rolled her nipples between each thumb and index finger. Reaching
under her arms, Tim raised Mary to her feet, pressed her close to
him and drove his tongue deep into her open mouth. Tim's hands
slid into the elastic waistband of Mary's jeans, beneath her
panties to grasp her smooth, warm buttocks.

     The spongy texture of her undulating ass cheeks only served
to increase his excitement. While one hand cupped one of her
ample breasts to test its weight, his other hand dipped into the
moist crevice of her ass to feel its heat. Dropping yet further,
Tim's hand brushed her anal button, and he could feel the soft,
wiry texture of her tangled pubic hair. His search soon resulted
in the slick swollen prize of her gaping love tunnel. Moisture
began to roll from her as her mind was totally devoted to this
erotic moment.

     Mary's hands began to fumble with his tee shirt, his jacket
having been summarily discarded. Her fingers searched through the
lustrous hair of his strong chest as she continued to kiss his
neck and shoulders. Soon they were both totally nude and began
their short trip to the divan.

     "Let's take it slow, Mary. I want this to last as long as
possible. Get up on your knees so I can enter you from behind and
play with your lovely breasts," Tim suggested softly as his hands
continued to start new fires on her highly sensitized skin.

     Mary slowly turned over and got up on her hands and knees on
the divan. Tim placed his hand high on her shoulders to pressure
her to lower her head and elevate her fanny. Taking a position
behind Mary, Tim's eyes were blessed with the most lovely view of
Mary's full buttocks and open pussy. He spread her cheeks with
his strong hands and began tasting her sweet honey pot. Mary
groaned, "Oh, suck my pussy, Tim. Stick you tongue deep inside of
me." Tim obeyed her orders as he stiffened his tongue and rubbed
it hard against her clit.

     Shivering, Mary whispered, "Fuck me with your hard tongue,
Tim. Drive it deep into my hole. Fuckkkkkkkkk me!" Mary had begun
to experience her first climax as Tim continued to pay homage to
her burning love hole. She pushed back against his wet mouth and
reached under herself to pinch and roll her nipples. "I need your
cock, Tim. Stick that big piece of hard cock meat into me. Drive
it home, honey.

     Tim didn't need much encouragement. He wiped his face with
his hand and transferred the moisture to Mary's wiggling ass
cheeks. Taking his long, thick pole in his trembling hand, Tim
placed the enlarged head against the swollen, greased lips of her
pulsating pussy. Immediately, Mary began to press backward in
hopes of expediting the entry. Tim filled his hands with her
shuddering buttocks to control her rearward travel. His eyes were
treated to the lovely texture of her ass. His hands were blessed
with the spongy feel of her writhing globes. The scent of her sex
filled his head with a heavy aroma that spoke pages of primal
excitement. Slowly his starchy bone entered Mary's wet cavern an
inch at a time. He heard her begin to cry ever so quietly. "Are
you OK, Mary?" concern filled his voice.

     "I haven't been this OK in a long time, Tim. Fuck your long
pole up into my greasy pussy. Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me
like you've never fucked anyone before. Squeeze my ass. Tell me
you need your cock in me. Feel the weight of my tits and pinch my
nipples. Do my tits turn you on?" she continued her staccato
series of wild statements and frantic demands.

     "I do need my cock in you, Mary. I need it bad. Your tits
turn me on more than I can say. The way you're talking to me
drives me wild. I can't hold on much longer," Tim said as he
turned his attention to anything but what he was doing. He
thought about taking out the trash. He thought about rug burn on
his knees. He began to do math problems; anything to keep him
from coming too soon. Suddenly Mary rolled out from beneath his
driving piston and collapsed on the floor.

     "Relax for a moment, Tim. I don't want this wonderful
feeling to be over so soon. Kiss me," Mary implored. Tim tenderly
placed his lips against Mary's eyelids as they closed. Her arms
reached up to cradle his head to her rolling breasts. Tim reached
down between her splayed legs, and his eager hand rested in the
nest of her pubic bush. It was damp with her juices and covered
her thick, swollen pussy lips. They pouted for additional
attention. First one finger entered her body and then the other.
His thumb began to circle her love button as her head began to
roll back and forth in time with her moans. Lowering his head to
suck on Mary's nipples, Tim began to rotate his fingers inside of
her leaking tunnel. Deeper and deeper his efforts were directed,
remembering that the "G" spot was within his reach.

     Soon a gush of climax was released from her deepest
recesses, painting his hand as Mary's eyes rolled up into her
ecstatic head. "Oh oh ohhhhhhhh Timmmmmm! I'm commminng," she
groaned long and low. "I need your hard meat to spray my wet hole
with your cream. Put it in. Fuck me hard, please."

     Opening her legs and raising her knees, Tim directed his
gigantic rod into her slippery crevice. The excitement continued
to build as he looked down and saw her pubic hair drenched with
her own excitement. His immense member encountered no resistance
as if quickly slid into her deepest channel. As he slowly
withdrew his glistening rod from her tight pussy, he watched her
pubic hair cling to his shaft. Looking across the room at a
floor-length dressing mirror, Mary saw the reflection of his
perfectly shaped ass tightening to drive his bone as deeply as
possible. She began to buck wildly. Tim rolled over with Mary in
tow. Holding her by her arms just above the elbows, Tim continued
to drive his cock up into her swollen, glistening hole. Her heavy
breasts dangled dreamily in his face. Periodically, he would
lower her so that he could intermittently suck on one nipple and
then the other.

     Mary continued to urge him on in the throatiest voice she
could muster, "fuck my hole, Tim. Squirt your thick come into my
pussy. Kiss me! Kiss me." She lowered her floating tits onto his
chest as her tongue sought his open mouth. His hands reached
behind her and began to squeeze her wiggling buttocks. Allowing
his hand to dip into the crack of her ass cheeks, he found that
it too was drenched with her juice. His fingers slid over her
slippery anal button and dipped into the rear of her gaping,
hairy hole. He felt his own rigid penis splitting the grasping
lips of her sex.

     He drove harder and deeper as his hands continued their
assault on her smooth, slippery buttocks. She whispered the
language of love into his ear urging him on. "Fuck my cunt mother
fucker. Drive your cock bone into my guts. Squeeze my buttocks
and feel my heavy titties on your chest." Suddenly he could feel
the tell-tail constriction of his heavy balls as he prepared to
spill his fluid into Mary's sucking hole. He drove it hard and
deep one last time and froze as the love cream traveled up from
his tight sack, through the rigid vessel of his throbbing cock,
out of its bulbous head and into her gripping love muscle. Mary
took the last advantage of his unyielding bone and increased the
speed at which her quivering channel slipped over the length of
his penis. Her fingers dug deep into his flexing buttocks as her
eyes returned to the mirror to lock the memory into her fiery
mind. Soon, deep grunts began to issue forth from Mary as if they
had their origin deep within her. Their climactic juices mixed
into a cocktail of aromatic desire.

     The soft tender moments following their union glided away
slowly. Mary rested in his strong arms as he tenderly kissed her
hair and rubbed the smooth skin of her back. "I would have never
believed that we would have been together," Mary spoke first.

     "It has been like a dream. Mary, I don't think that I have
ever been that turned on. I have often thought of making love to
you. I would come into the shop and look at you. I would try not
to be obvious. I usually waited until your eyes were diverted to
sneak peeks at your lovely body; the swell of your ass as you
walked slowly across the room, the bounce of your breasts, the
smile that slowly appeared when I would come in the door. I am so
glad that you consented to let me make love to you," he rambled.

     She quickly returned, "it wasn't a matter of consenting,
Tim. I wanted you to. I hope that you won't think less of me now.
Once the heat of the moment wears off, I hope that I won't feel
so guilty that I won't be able to handle it. This is the first
time that I have ever made love with anyone other than Eddie.

     "Just promise me one thing, Mary. Just promise me that there
will be another day. Even if you don't mean it. Promise me. Let
me leave today knowing that I'll have the opportunity to be with
you again," Tim pleaded. Faced with Mary's silence, Tim added,
"if you can't promise me that, promise me that we will continue
to be friends."

     "Friends don't need to make promises like that," Mary said.
"Friends let things happen naturally and support one another when
they do happen. Somehow I think that we'll be together again. I
hope so." She silently wondered what Eddie would think if he
knew. She also wondered whether Eddie had ever felt like this
with someone else. She knew that she would again feel this
wonder.