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I don’t think I have ever delivered a pizza to a house more secluded. It was in a somewhat rural area, at the very end of a long driveway with lots of forested property surrounding it. Of course, it was off of a dirt road, and of course, it was quite far from the store. Why would my customers ever want to make it easy on me? Perish the thought. As I pulled into the absurdly long driveway, I wondered if the government would ever get around to fixing the potholes left behind as a parting “fuck you” by winter. Nature’s a harsh mistress. It was even worse on dirt roads, because even a little water turned them into moguls.
As I ruminated, I wondered inwardly just how long one person’s driveway could be. It had to be at least a half mile, maybe more. It looked like something out of a horror movie, with tall, barren trees lining the dirt road, casting spindly shadows over everything in the evening light. I actually rather liked the aesthetic, being into all that gothic horror and haunted house crap. I turned a bend and the house came into view.
I was surprised. I’d expected a large, haunted-looking mansion, but what greeted me at the end of this ridiculous drive was a rather normal looking rural house. One floor, nothing fancy, but homely and attractive, with big bay windows looking out over the property from all angles. I suppose you could afford to have such windows when you were separated from other people by several acres of woodland.
I pulled in next to the garage, where several dirt bikes were parked outside, and grabbed the pizza bag and salad from the passenger seat. One medium pepperoni and one small greek salad, paid for by Kendra Wills. Not much to infer about my customer from their purchase, unfortunately. I’d have to go meet her and see what she was like. Probably something of a nature lover, judging by the house (or rather, the property surrounding the house).
I walked up to the front door, and was about to knock when I heard a moan. You’d be surprised at what all you can hear from the front door of a house, but I was especially surprised to hear a high-pitched moan coming from inside the house. escort bayan topkapı I hesitated, and heard another one.
“Someone might be hurt in there!” I thought, panicking a little. Perhaps a burglar had broken in the back, stabbed someone, and left them moaning on the floor to die. But it would look quite silly if I burst in the front door and they were just watching a movie or something. I decided to take a quick look through the nearest bay window, just to be sure there wasn’t anyone lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I walked over to the closest window, and peeked inside. What I saw almost made my eyes bug out of my head.
The window revealed the house’s living room, with the couch facing a TV stationed next to the window. Looking in, I could see a beautiful young girl, maybe 18 or 19, lying on the couch. She was slender, but had full hips and decently large breasts, maybe a B cup or so. She had short, jet black hair, large green eyes, pale skin, and an elaborate tattoo of two dragons entwined on her left shoulder and wrapped around her arm. She was wearing a tight T-shirt, denim shorts, and long black socks that came up to her calves. And she was masturbating.
She lay there, facing the window, hand in her pants, moaning and groaning so loudly I could hear it clearly from where I was standing. I could make out her hand moving under her shorts, fingering herself. As I watched, she closed her eyes and slid her other hand up under her shirt and started fondling her breasts. She bucked her hips up and down, thrashing and squirming under the influence of her exploring fingers.
I was getting rock hard just standing there, and I was torn. This was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, but it was wrong. I should have just knocked on her door, waited for her to get dressed, given her the pizza, and gotten the hell out. But I did not. I was an 18 year old boy, god dammit, and my hormones simply would not let me walk away from something this exciting. My cock was already straining against my pants, and even the slightest movement caused it to rub against the fabric of my underwear, sending escort bayan ümraniye a tiny wave of pleasure up my spine. I crouched down by the window, so I was mostly hidden, but could still get a clear view of my gorgeous customer.
Kendra (I assumed this girl was Kendra), paused her masturbation session. I crouched lower, worried that I had been spotted, but she was merely getting ready for the good part. She sat up, took her hand out of her shorts, and pulled her shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts were exposed in their entirety. They were beautiful, perky, not too big or small, and had perfectly round nipples, rock hard and standing at attention. Then she lay on her back, lifted her butt into the air, and slid her shorts and panties off in one swift motion. She had a shaved pussy, dripping wet, with perfect little lips clasped tightly around her clit. She also had a fantastic, bubbly butt that looked like it was used to being seated on motorcycle seats.
Now fully nude except for her black socks, she once again began to stroke herself. She dragged her finger along her wet slit, humming as she did so. Her other hand pinched and pulled at her hard nipples. I couldn’t take it anymore. I dropped my pants right there in her front yard. The cool evening air was a shock to my bare penis, but it felt good. I grasped my throbbing cock and began slowly stroking it, causing spasms of hot pleasure to shoot through me.
I looked on through the window as Kendra began playing with her clit, rubbing it in little circles. She moaned and gyrated as she toyed with herself, lifting her hips, pushing her pelvis into her fingers. Her breasts bounced up and down slightly as she moved, touching and rubbing ever more frantically at her pussy. Her moans and groans were becoming gasps and screams, as she shoved one, then two fingers into her sopping cunt and began enthusiastically fucking herself!
I rubbed my dick faster, sliding my hand along the shaft, massaging the head, and smearing my precum all along its length. With each stroke, a wave of heat flowed from my throbbing member outward bayan escort up my spine and down my limbs. I had never felt this good in my life! I arched my back involuntarily as I felt myself getting close. My cock was leaking so much precum that it was dripping through my fingers and onto the lawn! I had to brace myself against the house with my free hand, it felt so good.
Inside, Kendra also seemed to be just on the edge. She was screaming and panting as she shoved three fingers up her tight pussy, fluid leaking all over her and the couch. She wiped some up with her finger, and began sucking on it, licking her own love juice up like a puppy.
“Oh, yes! Oooh, aaah, fuck yes! I’m cumming!” Kendra shouted as she exploded. Liquid spilled out of her pussy, drenching her hand and the cushions. She lifted her ass off the couch and desperately, frantically rammed her fingers into her cunt, bucking her hips like a rodeo bull as she came! She caught some of her cum in her free hand, and aggressively kneaded her boobs, getting her juices all over each one. She shuddered one final time, and collapsed, gasping for air.
I was utterly finished. I came harder than I’ve ever cum before. I rubbed my cock as hard and fast as I could, my precum making a wet, slimy sound as I stroked. Pure, white-hot pleasure erupted from my dick, spreading from the head of my penis outward into my body as I shot load after load of thick, white cum all over the side of the house! I shuddered and gasped as my brain turned to mush and absolute torrents of sperm shot out of my prick at an incredible velocity! It splattered all across the siding, the yard, and one rivulet even sprayed onto the window! I moaned as I milked the last drops of semen from my engorged cock, now completely covered in my bodily fluids.
Kendra was lying back on her couch, panting, her breasts gently rising and falling as she breathed. I wanted to enjoy the sight, but my senses had returned and I was sitting in a customer’s yard with my pants down, covered in cum. I grabbed some leaves and wiped up the mess as best I could, then pulled up my slacks and went to the front door.
I knocked, shouting “Pizza!” as I did so.
“Hang on a sec!” I heard the breathless reply from inside. I smiled as I heard the sounds of movement inside as Kendra hurriedly threw some clothes on. She answered the door, mildly disheveled, but still beautiful. “How much do I owe?”
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