From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Mailman
Date: 7 Oct 1996 00:33:06 GMT

			     The Mailman

	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.