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Authors name: Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
Story title : Pizza Guy, The

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The Pizza Guy
By Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

Your pizza delivery guy may lead a more exciting life 
than you think. Especially if he's as well equipped as 
our hero, Jack. (MF, size)

***

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. 

End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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