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Subject: {ASSM} 050315 -- Me And The Pizza Delivery Girl
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Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 20:10:04 -0500
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{Mf; oral; anal; ws; scat} Me and The Pizza Delivery Girl, something extra
with my order

   It was Tuesday night, the ides of March began.  The weather was more
pleasant than it had been in weeks.  And, I was randy but short of cash. 
My Internet nymphs weren't available and my benevolent gals weren't
answering my calls.  I anticipated at night of jerking-off...  I wasn't
looking forward to it.

   Being hungry and having no desire to cook, I decided to spend most of
the last of my petty cash to order a delivery from the pizza joint.  "Hey,
there!" the girl answering the phone said after I told her my name and "I'd
like to place an order for delivery." "Been a while," she continued.  No
doubt she recognized my name, I'm not only a regular customer but I'm
somewhat of a VIP.

   After my [very] early retirement I moved further North and East.  In my
former residence I was simply a regular customer.  This joint doesn't
deliver to the area in which I now live.  But, it does have a location in
my new area.  However, after only a few deliveries I found I couldn't stand
the quality of the food or service from this location.  And, the price was
higher for less product.

   "Small with pepperoni and mushroom; plus, an order of wings, mild but
light.  Right?" "You got it." From this joint an order of wings is fifteen.
And, the cost of my order is $15, including the pizza and delivery charge!
From the joint in which I'm part of the delivery area, my order would only
consist of a dozen wings and the total cost would be $17!

   Freakin' robbery!  I'm only five minutes from the town line and the
better pizza joint is two minutes beyond the line.  So, for a time I would
drive to the joint myself to pick-up my order.  Then, one day, the owner
manager inquired of me, "Why don't you have it delivered?" I told him the
tale.  "You live near the hospital don't ya?" "Yeah.  I'm a block north and
opposite the hospital." "Yeah, I thought so.  We can deliver to you if you
like.  We deliver to the hospital all the time.  We're open later than the
other place; so, the night crews call us.  Anyway, I own the joint."

   I gave him my calling card.  He tacked it to the wall by the telephone,
part of a line of cards.  So, from that day forward my orders have been
delivered.  I'm told I'm the only customer who will order a small pizza. 
They don't even purchase small boxes.

   "Forty-Five minutes or less.., ya, know, it's pretty late, and I'll be
getting-off .., would you mind if I put it in a bit later, then I could
deliver it on my way home?" "How much later?" "Not much.., I'll have it to
you in just over an hour..." "Um.., okay, shure.  But, you be shure to get
it here, don't go home..." "I'll bring it myself, promise." "Okay, then,
see you in an hour."

   That was all very unusual.  And, I couldn't help [in my condition] but
run those pizza delivery fantasies in my head.  You know the ones: no money
to pay, you fuck the guy; no money for a tip, give the guy a blowjob.  Of
course, this was different, I wasn't a chick without money and the pizza
wasn't being delivered by a guy.  Still, it was easy enough to replace the
players....

   Naturally, nothing like that could ever happen to me...  could it?!

   Why did she take the time to tell me she was "getting-off" and would
"bring it [herself]"?  Surely, she could have given the delivery to someone
else, if making the delivery and getting back to the joint, just to end her
shift was too inconvenient.  In spite of my doubts, I couldn't refrain from
being excited and eagerly anticipating the arrival of my dinner!

   As unlikely as it was, I took the hour to prepare for the delivery girl
who wouldn't "have change but I've got something better I know you'll
like." I stripped from my clothes, washed myself then dressed in sweat
pants and a sleeveless undershirt, no sock and no undershorts.

   In just under 60 minutes from the time I placed my order, there was a
knock at my door.  "Hi," said the delightful young thing, smiling demurely
and holding my order just beneath her perky orange-sized tits.  "Hi," I
replied, continuing to scope her attributes.  She wore jeans without a
belt. They had a button fly but the top two buttons were undone.  My heart
raced and my pole began to rise...  I caught a glimpse of pussy hair!

   Fresh, young pussy...  what a fuckin' treat this creature must be for
some lucky bastard.

   "So, um, that's.., fourteen-ten." I handed her a twenty dollar bill. 
"Um, I didn't bring any change.." ..  You're kiddin?," I muttered, my cock
growing, obvious now.  "Uh, No," she continued, coyly, lifting her tits
with the boxes she was holding, "these'r gettin' kind'a heavy."

   "Well," I uttered, "just, um, bring'em in, sett'em down on the table. 
I'll look for some smaller bills." She followed me inside, closing the door
behind her.  My home is essentially a two bedroom cabin with an attached
garage.  Passing the living area and admiring the hand crafted wood
furniture and in-wall large screen flat plasma television, she said, "Nice
place.  I've always wanted to have a look inside." Adjacent to the living
area is the dining area.  A handcrafted convertible five-sided wood table,
now in it's triangular formation, dominated the area.

   "Nice view," she said, setting the boxes on the table and peering out
the sliding reinforced insulated opaque glass door.  Beyond the door 3/4
acres of land, the twin pine trees mark the property's edge at opposite
corners.  "Thanks," I replied, returning from my bedroom, "I don't have
anything smaller."

   "That's okay," she cooed, dancing toward me, running one hand over her
button fly and the other over her tits, "I paid the bill; so, I don't owe
them anything tomorrow.  And, I've got something better than change, you'll
like." I was speechless.  But, we were beyond words now.

   She had her hands on me in moments.  All thought of hunger [for food]
left my mind.  There was no hiding my erection.  "Yeah," she whispered,
"you like it." With one hand inside, stroking my aching dick, she pulled my
pants down with her unoccupied hand.  On her knees, smiling, she licked her
lips then removed her top and her bra.  She slid her boobs over my dick and
moved them right on up to my chest.

   We stood nearly eye to eye, my mouth was gaped open.  She took hold of
my head and brought it to her globed fruits, I suckled them eagerly, a kid
in a candy store, a baby feeding.  "Ohh, yeSS," she mewed, "like that, suck
them." I continued to minister to her tits, one in my mouth, the other in
my hand, as she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly, provocatively, shook her
hips to drop them to the floor.

   As she stepped out of them, she forced her bare feet from her sneakers,
I led her to the couch in the living area.  My hand planted itself on her
mound, a finger slipping inside.  I eased her onto the couch and lay myself
between her thighs.  She was moist, ready, I ate her as a connoisseur.  As
she grew more wet, her body quivered as though uncontrollable.  She arched
her hips forward, as if to fit my entire mouth and head inside her,
"Fucking Christ!  Eat Me.  Make Me Cum.  Oh, Dammit!" She grabbed my head,
held it hard against her petals, my mouth, lips and tongue worked her hole
with gusto.

   She came in a torrent.  I drank.  I let her juice coat my lips and my
goatee.  I sat up, removed my undershirt.  She lay there, as if faint.  I
squeezed beside her, kissed her cheeks and fondled her tits.  My cock was
still fuckin' hard but I waited for her to grant me access to that most
sacred of places.

   She smiled, looking into my eyes, melting me, melting herself into me.
She rolled herself onto me, her hole engulfing my pole as if they were made
for one another.  I again worked her breasts with my hands and mouth.  I
made little kisses on her neck.  For the first time I noticed the color of
her eyes, a type of blue-grey, and the color of her hair, a red-blonde.

   "You're eyes are lovely," I whispered, taking her tit into my mouth. 
"Ooh, thanks," she replied.  Her pelvis squeezed my cock.  She didn't ride
atop my cock, she was rocking...  slowly, purposefully, thrusting her self
forward and back, taking all of me inside her.  "I want you," she uttered
as her tits moved away from, her body arcing back, "to fill me with cum."
She smiled , blew me a kiss from her pouted lips, and shook her mane.

   "Whatever you want babe," I responded.  My dick was painfully hard.  My
face reddened with the effort to control myself, to prolong this pleasure.
"You're so damn hot.  Feel so fuckin' good.  Dammit, Babe.  Just keep, Oh,
Fuck, just keep doin' that.  Luv your fuckin' tight pussy." "Sweetie, you
ain't felt nothin' yet." Did she just...  oh, shit.., "Fuck, yeah, Babe. 
I'm Cummin.  God Damn.  Cummin in your fuckin cunt."

   I'd spent my seed with such ferocity, I was now beyond caring whether or
not I ever ate.  However, the delivery girl, my latest bit of treasure, had
more in store for me.

   She lay atop me, comfortably, casually, as if she were part of me. 
"Hmm," she murmured, kissing my nipples, "you feel wonderful inside me." My
member had remained inside, it's stiffness not completely eased.  But,
soon, it was evacuated from it's desired box.  And, she replaced it with
two of her fingers, "Oh," she pouted, inserting them.  "You're gonna have
to put that back," she said.  "Later," I said.

   Her fingers were withdrawn from her box, cum coated them.  My little
treasure took those cum covered treats and licked them clean, slowly, as
though a delicacy.  "Luvly," she sang, "tangy treat." She swallowed,
enthusiastically, emphatic, tantalizing me.

   "Got a shirt or something I can wear while we eat, Mr.  Franklin." "Call
me Frank.  And, sure, I got something you can wear." We rose from the
couch. She followed me, out of the living area and to the left.  Along the
short corridor, into my bedroom on the left.  She sat on the corner of the
bed while I entered the walk-in closet [adjacent the doorway] and took from
a shelf, set into the innermost wall, two pairs of undershorts, two pairs
of socks and a sleeveless undershirt.

   I exited the closet and took a moment to admire her nude form.  She was
rubbing her pussy with one hand and her tits with the other.  Her face was
flushed pink.  "Damn, girl.  You're fuckin' insatiable." "So're you,"
pointing to my stiff member.  "But, I'm also hungry.., so," tossing her a
pair of shorts and a pair of socks, "put these on and we'll have dinner."

   I dressed in the undershirt and the remaining pairs of undershorts and
socks, while she donned those I'd tossed to her.  We left the bedroom.  I
took the boxes from the dining table and brought them to the kitchen. 
While she put on her bra, I prepared two plates.  On each plate, two pieces
of pizza and six wings.  "We'll have to find somewhere to put those," she
said, coming up behind me, indicating the three remaining wings.

   "I usually save them for a snack.  Course, the pizza and wings are
usually two meals.." "..  Well, tonight's going to get even more unusual."

   The center of my house is effectively segmented into four quadrants by a
line of space three feet wide.  The immediate left quadrant is the living
area.  The rear left quadrant is the dining area.  The immediate right
quadrant is the bathroom, barricaded by an interior wall.  The kitchen is
the rear right quadrant.

   The stove is built into the wall, beyond which is the garage.  The
refrigerator is set into the same wall but at the opposite end.  Between
them, also built in the wall, a pantry for food and dishes is set.  While I
placed the plates on a baking sheet and set them in the oven, the delivery
girl took a pair of drinking glasses from the pantry and went to the
refrigerator.

   A dining counter, cut at a right angle over the likewise arranged double
sink, range, dishwasher and chest freezer, is the kitchen's prominent
definition.  Not extending to either outer wall, the counter is an
efficient regulator of any kitchen traffic.  The delivery girl took a two
litre bottle of soda from the refrigerator and, pouring from it, filled
each glass.  She then took a seat at the counter.

   I set the oven temperature and timer then took a seat next to her.  She
sipped her soda, smiled brightly, "I've been dying to fuck you for a long
damn time.  But, you never came-on to me.., or anything.  I could tell you
were interested.." "..  Yeah.., but you're less than half my age.  I should
know better...." "I'm old enough." Her hand rubbed my crotch, springing me
to life once again.  Ding!  "Dinner's ready," I interrupted her
ministration.

   We ate our dinner at the counter.  With almost every bite of food, the
delivery girl laid her hand on my crotch, keeping me swelled but not hard.
Following her cue, I let my hands stimulate her mound and breasts.  We'd
completely consumed our dinner in short time.  We belched.  I farted.  She
passed gas.  "Let's sit on the couch," she said, rising from her seat at
the counter, "I'll get us refills."

   While she headed for the refrigerator I went to the couch.  "Computer."
Beep.  "CD play, date mix, random tracks, one-half standard volume. 
Lights, one-quarter standard candle."" Beep.  Beep.  Music began to play,
sound expanding from the speakers installed throughout the house.  "Nice,"
she purred, curling up beside me on the couch, nestling her head on my
shoulder, "You're a tech geek, huh." "Yeah.  I like gadgets, design them
actually." "Yeah?" "Yup," turning slightly, pointing to a plague on the
wall beside the door frame: "Built by MacKenzie Engineering as designed by
Dr.  Leo Franklin."

   "You're a doctor?" "Yes.  I've a doctorate in Computer Programming. 
And, I've another in Psychology." "I thought you were a writer." "I make my
living writing.  But, I use a computer not a typewriter or pencil.  And,
understanding human behavior, human emotion, is fundamental to creating
characters for my work." "But you don't need a degree to use a computer or
make-up people for your stories." "No.  However, I've an insatiable thirst
for knowledge, a curiosity for the unknown.  I became interested.., and the
more I learned the more interested I became.." "..  And, you became a
doctor.., cool."

   My cock was engorged.  I'd drank two full glasses of soda and hadn't yet
peed.  Additionally, I felt bloated.  A rumbling in my stomach became a
churning.  The delivery girl giggled, humored by my discomfort.  She rubbed
my belly and my cock, "Got a problem, doc?" I pushed her aside, gently,
then rose from the couch, slowly.  I proceeded to the bathroom, she joined
me...  following me inside.

   As long as she was following me inside, I made no effort to pull the
door from it's recessed housing in the framed entry space.  I farted
loudly, wetly, with a prominent odor as I dropped my undershorts.  When I
turned to take a seat on the toilet, the delivery girl [who I hadn't
realized was so close] grabbed hold of my eager to flow dick and tugged. 
"Wait," she said, as she pulled my johnson, "come here," moving backward,
removing her bra and undershorts, kneeling in the center of the floor
[incidentally, porous synthetic tile, essential to water reclamation -
they'll need to be disinfected after this incident], leaning back on her
palms, her head parallel to the floor, her mouth open, tongue extended over
her lips....

   I didn't bother to ask...  I pissed into her mouth without reservation.
As I pissed she swallowed.  While she swallowed, my pee continued to flow,
drenching her lips and chin then drooling down over her cheeks and chest.
As long as I kept peeing she kept opening her mouth for more.  When my flow
finally ceased, she swallowed my cock, giving the head an exuberant squeeze
with her lips, "Mmm.  Good to the last drop," she exalted as her mouth let
loose my dick with a resounding pop!

   She stood, spread her legs slightly and arched a bit, providing em an
excellent view as she pissed freely onto the floor.  As she peed she placed
her hands into the flow and spread the captured urine over her tits,
stomach, face, ass and patch.  She presented the last captured handful to
me but I turned my head away; so, she spread the piss over my cock and
balls.

   As if to remind me I'd forgotten something, my stomach churned up gas
and blew it out my ass.  I moved toward the toilet to finish my business...
but she provided another option.

   "You got something," she said, grabbing my leg and kissing my ass,"
waiting for," sliding a finger into my hole, "me?" adding a second finger.
She worked my asshole with her fingers and tongue.  When she removed her
fingers from my ass, she presented them to me, getting my attention, then
brought them to her mouth and ate the shit off of them!

   Immediately following that consumption, she planted her mouth firmly
over my asshole.  And, she implanted her tongue...  deep, a snake looking
for a meal....

   "Oh, Babe.  Damn, that's so suhweet," I howled.  "MM mm," she mumbled. I
pressed my intestines, squeezing out the bowel, longing to feel it slip
from my hole into her mouth.  Anticipating eagerly seeing her eat the turd!
I felt her slender snake slither out before I felt the crap coming... 
slowly she moved away from my hole, "Do it," she moaned, "don't be shy,
give me your fuckin' shit Frank." I pushed enthusiastically, I bent
forward, peering between my legs.

   My treasure hovered near my asshole, licking her lips.  The turd tip
came into my view.  She moved toward the turd, catching the tip with her
tongue, guiding the turd into her mouth.  She turned herself, sliding her
legs between mine, arching her back and neck, giving the crap a direct path
from my ass to her throat!

   That piece of crap was five or six inches long and she swallowed it
right down!  "Holy Fuckin'!  Damn, that was.., Fuck that was so damn hot."
My was rod straight.  And, more shit was coming.  I followed her to the
toilet.  She positioned herself against it, laying her head on the lid. 
She held her mouth open.  I squatted over her and shit!

   My bowel filled her mouth, overflowed to cover her lips and chin,
dropping onto her chest and the floor.  When my movement was complete I
turned around to face her.  I watched as this treasure ate my shit.  I
stroked my dick.  She swallowed a mouthful.  She worked more into her
mouth, chewed and swallowed it.  In no time at all the entire pile which
had been covering her lips and chin was consumed!

   She wiggled her tongue and me, then beckoned me toward her by curling
her finger at me.  I moved toward her.  "You gotta be cleaned," she said
with a shit-lip grin.  I turned around and squatted again.  For the second
time, her tongue snaked over and into my asshole.  Slurp.  Smack.  Scrunch.
"Mmm.  Yum.  Fine shit." Lick.  Slup.  My ass and it's whole were clean in
due time...  and my cock was eager to fuck!

   She slapped my clean ass playfully, announcing, "Done!" And, she stood
up, squatted over the toilet lid and shit!  I couldn't help myself, I
sprang toward her as she was shitting.  I shoved my rod into her cunt and I
shot my load without a single thrust!  "OH!  Yess!  Frank.  Give me your
spunk!" Her bowels continued to drop from her ass as my sperm swam into her
womb.

   Unloaded, my cock fell from her pussy.  She completed the evacuation of
her bowels.  When she turned to take her shit into her hands, my hands
reached for her ass.  I ran my fingers into her greased hole, then spread
the grease over my cock.  She turned around and my member sprang to
attention as she danced, joyously spreading her crap over her tits, belly,
patch and folds.

   The front of her body covered with shit, she now reached for and stroked
my cock until it too was covered in her waste.  I watched, mesmerized, as
she ate the remaining shit from her hands.  She turned toward the sink,
leaned onto the vanity surrounding it, raised her right leg, placing her
foot flat on the toilet lid, effectively spreading her ass cheeks
provocatively.  I was already moving for the target, when she commanded,
"FUCK ME.  Fuck My Ass, Now!"

   I rammed my shit covered cock into her shit lubed asshole.  Deep.  Hard.
Thrust.  Penetrate.  Exit.  In.  Out.  Again.  "OH.  Yess!  Fuck.  I Luv
It! Don't stop!" I fondled her shit covered tits.  She played with her shit
covered pussy.  I kneaded her nipples while she finger fucked her cunt. 
All the while her ass was pummeled by my fucking member.

   "Damn, Babe.  You're too fuckin' much," I moaned.  "Oh, Frank.  Don't
Quit.  Fill me shit chute.  Shoot your cream.., So Deep!  Yes!  Come On. 
Give it to me!  Fuck." My balls slapped against her ass cheeks.  Her
fingers drove her cunt juices.  Shit melted from her front.  My senses
reeled.  Again and again I rammed her ass, thrusting my rock hard pole into
her, slamming her intestines..,"OH.  Baby.  Fuck.  Gonna.." "..  Yes.  Do
it.  Cum in my ass!"

   I Did.

   We showered.

   I sprayed the tile with an organic disinfectant.

   We slept in my bed, nude.

   The next morning I woke and found a note on the bedside table, "Thanks
Frank.  You were great.  My name is Tammy."
   15 March 2005 FrankW265

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