The Postman

Susan Radlett waved her husband off to work and sat down to finish her coffee and smoke her first cigarette. She was fifty now and had not worked herself for five years spending most of her time visiting friends and gadding around town.
The phone rang: " Hello Ma'am Postie here sorry to interrupt will you be needing my services this morning?"

"Yes I will let yourself in the back garden I will be waiting in the shed, and make sure your not seen."

Susan opened the patio doors and walked down her long garden to the end shed, she turned on the hot air blower and made herself comfortable in a large reclining arm-chair. She removed her panties and felt her quickly moistening pussy, adjusting her black stockings and suspenders and lit another cigarette.

The post boy entered the shed and gasped as he saw her open crotch: she had a leg over each arm of the chair and her big hairy wet pussy was presented to him with open lips. He was on his knees in and instant burying his face in that magnificent cunt, lapping for all he was worth. Susan smiled and drew on her cigarette this is the life she thought to herself and she began to relax feeling him pleasuring her his tongue hot and probing she patted the back of his head, " good boy keep going its beginning to feel marvellous."

She swung her long thick legs over his young shoulders and he cupped her massive buttocks in his hands pushing himself into her.

Susan groaned "mmmm ohhh you young cunt eater drink it down boy."

Susan began to thrust into his face building up a steady rhythm she could feel the waves of pleasure thobbing around her clitoris and into her whole plevic region, her juices flowed saturating his face as fast as he lapped and swollowed them down. All Susan could see was the the black curly topof the post boys head bobbing up and down she felt a huge spasm of pleasure and involuntarily gripped him in her strong fat thighs god this was just wonderful.

The spasm passed and she released him; and again she heard the niosey gobbling as he grappled with her wide open cunt. Finally the overwelming climax came and she gave one almighty thrust locking his young head as if it were a nut inbetween her quivering fleshy thighs, Postie was helpless a total prisoner of that huge throbbing hairy cunt he could not move or breathe for about thirty seconds as she spurted her last sticky load into his mouth which was locked open to receive it.

Like all good well behaved cunt worshippers having got his wind he began the clean up process, licking her labia and every inch of her hairy genitals greedily swollowing down all the sticky juice and finishing with her wet inner thighs as she sat enjoying another cigarette.
"Postie looked up as he mopped his face, "thank you so much Ma'am it was an honour to serve you."
Susan smiled down at the kneeling lad, " Don't you forget to ring tomorrow."