The Lady and the Tramp (2) - Sex Stories

The Lady and the Tramp (2)

... nearly choked when the cock rammed itself fully home in her sopping hole. Jed was holding her head to the table with one hand as he fucked her mouth hard, so who the bloody hell had got their cock up her quim? “Sam!” said Jed, conversationally. “Jed!” came the reply. Sam? Sam who? Oh God in heaven no. Sam, the voice fitted. Sam the postman. Oh Jesus on the cross! Sam was over fifty, 5' 10”, thin as a rake and had a pock marked face under a head of unruly pepper pot hair. Sometimes he acted the local yokel, sometimes it wasn't an act. He may have been tall and thin, but his appendage was short and fat. Sam had been delayed that morning by a flat battery in the van. With one thing and another, he was two hours behind, and getting more so now. Not getting an answer to his knock, he had brought the package through the church, which was hardly ever locked, and heard odd noises from the kitchen. Seeing Jed move round to the head of the woman, Sam saw a chance. Jed wouldn't give a damn, but then he saw who the woman was. Shocked, several thoughts rushed through his head, until he got to the one that said, how can she complain, after all, she's doing an old tramp, so why not me too. Jed had seen Sam enter and just carried on, and if someone found out, it wasn't his status that was going to suffer. In fact, in certain quarters it would probably rise. Dropping his trousers and pants, Sam had shoved his suddenly hard member into the puffy pinkness the was the Vicar's wife's snatch, all ...

... warm and wet and ready for him. And until he spoke she had no idea who it was that was now fucking her over her kitchen table while she gobbled the groundsman. 'Oh bloody hell, oh Jesus forgive me, Oh fuck .' Suzie came so hard she had blurred vision for a while. No way could she argue if Sam wanted to join in. She was caught dead to rights doing the dirty, and had no one to complain to, not even God. “You sly ole dog, Jed, fancy you tuppin' Lady Susan here, bloody well done mate.” “Aye” was all the response he got. “Well, I shall change me route now, I delivers here most Thursdays an' Fridays, seems it 'l be worth poppin' in. You don't mind if we do this over breakfast on a Friday do you Mrs, only me route's a bit longer on Fridays?” Suzie wasn't fully aware of the question or the consequences for a few seconds. What did he mean, breakfast, Friday? 'Oh God in heaven!' Sam nearly always delivered on Thursday and Friday, and now he wanted in on Jed's deal too. 'Oh Christ what am I going to do? Oh God ...' Sam slapped her buttock loudly when she didn't answer, and she came like the proverbial train. She was now going to be fucked by Jed on a Thursday and Sam on a Friday, God no, Sam And Jed on a Thursday. 'Oh Dear God, what have I done?' Jed soon let fly his cum into Suzie's throat, and she swallowed it easily if with distaste. As Jed withdrew, she felt Sam let go his jism into her pussy with a few extra hard thrusts and a deep groan. “By heck, lady, you are a dark 'n an', no ...