My Saturday Morning Deliveries

As I trudged through the neighborhood, my paper route bag slung over my shoulder, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. It was Saturday morning, and I was about to collect the money from a new customer, a woman who had recently switched to our newspaper.

“Good morning,” she said with a warm smile as she answered the door, wearing a plush bathrobe that barely covered her curves.

“Good morning,” I replied, trying to sound casual despite the fact that I was already getting a boner.

“I was wondering if it’s possible for you to collect on Saturday mornings instead of Fridays after school,” she asked, her voice husky and inviting.

“That’s okay with me,” I said, trying to focus on the task at hand. “As long as I can get to the bank to make my deposit before noon.”

Over the next few Saturdays, I found myself looking forward to my visits with this woman more and more. She would answer the door wearing a robe that barely covered her breasts, and I would get a glimpse of her nipples and dark pubic hair.

One Saturday, I ducked into the garage to jerk off, but I was caught off guard when I saw the window in the kitchen that looked into the garage. I was shocked and ashamed, and my excitement turned to fear.

“The next time I want it direct instead of second-hand, if it’s okay with you,” she said, handing me a towel I had used to clean my sperm off the washing machine.

I was taken aback by her forwardness, but I was also excited. She led me to the living room, where she began to caress my growing erection. “Take your pick,” she said, her voice husky and inviting.

“Your nipple or your hand on my cock,” I replied, feeling my arousal growing.

“Both feel awesome,” she said, smiling. She pulled her right breast over the top of her gown and pulled my head to her hard nipple. I began to lick and suck it, feeling like I was in teenage heaven.

She then unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down to my cowboy boots. She got on her knees and pulled my jockeys down, and I felt my cock spring forward as she took it in her hand and pulled my foreskin back.

“I want it direct this time, and I want it now,” she said, her voice husky and inviting. She just barely got my cock in her mouth, and I lost everything in my balls into her hot mouth.

She kept licking and sucking until I couldn’t stand it any more because of the sensitivity. She thanked me for what I had given her and said it was now my turn.

She had me sit on an ottoman and walked up to me with her pussy in front of my face. I had really not acquired a taste for pussy yet at that time, but my excitement took over and I began to explore her hairy nether region with my tongue.

“When you’re doing it right, and when you’re off base,” she said, guiding my head and spreading her legs. She helped me identify her clit and asked me to gently suck on it.

She then laid me down on the sofa and got on top of me with her pussy above my face. By this time, my sensitivity was gone, and she began to lick and kiss my cock and balls again.

I was looking up at her hairy pussy and although the aroma and sight were foreign to me, I soon had the desire to explore again. She once again gave me instructions between licks to my cock, and I was feasting on the most wonderful scents and textures that I had ever feasted on.

Soon her legs began to tremble, and her whole body began to shake and moan. As she continued to shake and moan, I felt her finger pressing against my pucker. Just the pressure triggered my groin to ejaculate once again into her hot sucking moaning mouth.

“Do you have any more time?” she asked me as we caught our breath.

“I have to go to the bank before it closes,” I replied, looking at the clock.

“You’d better wash up a bit,” she suggested, smiling. I didn’t have time, but she helped me get dressed, and I just barely made it to the bank before they closed.

When I was making my deposit, the clerk kept looking at me in a very strange way and smiling with a strange look on her face. Looking back, I think I had the lady’s aroma well coating my face.

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