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Mailman's Adventures #2

by Voyeur Mailman

   As a PTF substitute, I float around a lot.  I rarely see the same
route twice in a given month, sometimes even in a year.  For a Post
Office of our size (over 60 routes ranging from heavy urban to distant
rural), this wasn't unusual.
   No matter how often or how rarely I'd been on a given route, I'd
been on all of them at least once in my time here.  And every one has
it's own situations and circumstances that make it unique.
   Take, for instance, route 463... mostly urban, with a bit of the
suburbs tossed in to round it out.  The urban delivery included the
high-density, low-income housing projects where most of the poorer
blue collars lived.  Each apartment building had a cluster box with a
slot for every inhabitant, each requiring a key to open.  As a strict
rule, we weren't allowed to hand out mail directly to someone: we had
to put it straight in the box, requiring them to use their keys.  Of
course, some of the old time regulars let slip on the rules when it
came to familiar faces, but not us subs: it could cost us our jobs.
   The most frequent time I've ever seen having people asking me to
give them their mail directly was on check day.  There were lots of
checks: Social Security, Welfare, Unemployment... the apartment
complexes got the most, and it seemed no one ever had their key.  More
than a few walked away from me, empty handed and grumbling.
   I was delivering said route once.  I was standing before the
cluster box in the very last apartment building, dropping the mail
into the slots, when I heard one of the apartment doors open behind
me.
   "Hi." she said, even as I turned, "Can I have the mail for
apartment 4J?  I lost my key and the landlord is late getting me a new
one."
   I'd heard every story in the book, and I had my standard reply on
my lips as I caught sight of her.  She was one of the young, poor
mothers you see more of every day in America.   She had long wavy
brown hair, a rather pretty if weary looking face, and a nice set of
tits that couldn't be hidden by the loose, bulky tee shirt she wore.
   I paused longer than I expected, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're not
allowed to hand out the mail directly.  You have to use your key."
   "Our regular mailman does it for me all the time." came the
time-wearied and over-used reply they ALL use.
   "I'm not the regular mailman.  It could cost me my job to hand out
mail like that." I said, finishing with the mail.  All I had left in
my hand were the few pieces for 4J... including the check.
   "Oh, please?" she asked, looking almost pitiful in her pleading.  I
wondered how much was an act.
   "To take that kind of risk, it'd have to be very worth my while." I
said rather boldly, already putting my job on the line.  I expected
her to just say 'forget it' and go back inside.  But instead, she
frowned... then get this look of resignation on her face.
   Then, quite sooner than I expected, she stepped close to me, put
her arms on my shoulders, and gave me a long wet kiss.  I returned in
kind, my tongue skitting into her mouth.  She pulled back after a
moment and stared at me, then quite reluctantly led me into her
apartment.
   The furniture was old and worn, and the apartment was quite
cluttered.  I could hear a baby fussing in a nearby crib.  The young
mother (whose name was Cathy, as I'd seen on the mail) didn't stop,
but walked straight into the bedroom.  Dropping her mail into my
satchel and ditching that on the floor, I followed.
   She turned to face me, and with a somewhat unenjoyable look on her
face, she raised her arms and pulled off her tee shirt.  She wasn't
wearing a bra.  Her breasts were large and rounded, swollen from
breast milk.  Just seeing them was beginning to make me erect.
   I moved over to her, taking her in my arms.  She was stiff with
resistance, but gave in reluctantly.  Leaning over, I placed my mouth
over one swollen nipple and inhaled, sucking vehemently on the breast.
I heard her inhale suddenly, deeply, then moan softly.  She must have
been more sensitive than I'd figured, because she began pressing her
breast into my mouth.
   As I sucked, I began unbuckling my trousers, dropping them and my
shorts around my knees.  My cock sprang free, bouncing up, fully
erect.  Pulling her closer to me, I let my hands explore her body, her
ass, her pussy through the shorts she wore, while she moaned under my
hand and mouth assault.
   Finally, lust overcoming me, I yanked down her shorts and panties,
running my fingers along her warm, moist slit.  My first finger slid
inside, and she shuddered.  I lasted only a few minutes before I could
wait no longer.  Stepping back from her, I turned her around, leaning
her against the wall, bent over.
   Her eyes snapped open as she realized that the time was upon her,
that I was actually going to fuck her.  "No..." she said foggily, then
more firmly, "No, please!"
   "You want your check, don't you?  C'mon... I know you sluts like
it."  I couldn't believe I was talking like this.  Grabbing her ass, I
aimed my hardened cock and stabbed it forward.
   "NO!" she said, then grunted loudly as the head of my cock speared
her slit.  She was so wet I slid straight to the hilt, with her
grunting the whole way.  She began to struggle, but I held her tight.
Pulling out almost all the way, I again slid back in.  Repeating the
process, I felt her struggles slowly cease, until she was moaning
again.  Her lust overcoming her better judgment, she began to grind
her ass down onto my cock with every thrust.  Reaching around, I
grasped her large bouncing breasts and began to gently massage them,
tweaking the nipples.
   Her moans became louder, more animalistic, turning into grunts.
Within minutes, she was screaming in pleasure, "Yes.... Yes!  Oh, God,
yes!  Fuck me!!!   YES!!!"
   "I'm gonna fuck you silly, whore." I fired back, pounding my cock
into her cunt like a piston, holding her against me with her melon
tits.  I could feel my orgasm climb, my cock swelling.  I held it
down, desperately trying to contain it, as I felt her own orgasm
thunder up through her body.  Her pussy clenched tight around my rod,
triggering my own orgasm.  Unable to hold it, my cock exploded within
her, spurting my wad inside her waiting cunt.
   "YES!!!!  YES!!!!   YES!!!!" she cried, riding the wave of her
orgasm, slowly dying down until she slid forward, collapsing face down
on the bed.  A small rivulet of white cum dribbled from her slit,
staining the bed sheet.
   I slowly shook myself as my pecker softened.  Glancing at my watch,
I realized just how long I'd been in there.  Pulling up my briefs, I
quickly dressed.
   "You were fantastic." I said quietly.  "I'll leave your mail on the
table."
   "Fuck you, bastard." she mumbled, no doubt more upset at herself
than me, for giving in to her lusts the way she did.  Shrugging, I
grabbed my satchel, left her mail on the rickety old dining room
table, then walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind me.
   The day seemed so much nicer already...

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