Note- I do not own the rights to this British tv show, nor its characters, any resemblance is purely coincidental. Not to mention highly unlikely!
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England, Cumbria, 1982.
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Postman Pat Clifton was not a particularly handsome man but he had been blessed with a prodigious appendage.
Big nose, big cock goes the legend, and in his case it was certainly true.
He was a pistol no less, and had a healthy, nay necessary sex life, and needed to get laid every day.
Most men in fact needed to ejaculate once a week in order to keep the prostate healthy, Pat needed it every day, sometimes twice or even three times daily.
Luckily the nature of his job meant that he drove around the tiny lanes of the village of Greendale and knew all the residents.
And the local womenfolk knew of him and his enormous manhood, hence their nickname for him of the Lothario of Greendale.
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As he woke up beside his good wife Sara, he had his usual morning wood which poked up on his belly like a pork sword.
He turned onto his side and hoisted his wife's nightgown up over her juicy ass and rubbed his stiffening erection along the crevice of her buttocks.
With an increasing ardour Pat moved his hips faster, dropping his pyjama bottoms and giving his attractive spouse a buttock fuck.
"Pat, not now, it's five in the morning."
Sara stirred and moved away to the edge of the bed still half asleep, and Pat sighed with disappointment and got up to go downstairs.
Quickly getting some cereal for breakfast, he dressed in his royal blue postal uniform and drove to the post office.
Dawn broke and the experienced postman loaded up his red delivery van with two mailbags of letters.
As he jumped in and started the motor a black and white cat leapt in and sat on the passenger seat.
"Good morning Jess, you fucking rat bag."
Pat stared at the Mrs. Goggin's cat who licked his right paw and stared back.
The fur made the man sneeze as per usual and he picked up the animal and wiped his big nose along the cats back.
"Gesundheit!" How he hated the bloody thing.
Pat adjusted his round lens eyeglasses and drove off down a long winding lane as the first rays of sunlight shone through the windshield.
This was going to be a nice day.
Then Jess farted and Pat wrinkled his nose in disgust, cracking open the window of his door.
"I swear I'm going to make a violin out of your guts on of these days."
The smell of flowers from the country lanes cleared the air as he continued driving.
He liked to vary his route depending on who he fancied having a romp with.
One large letter had caught his eye which was addressed to Doctor Sylvia Gilbertson, and as she was in close proximity he decided to start there.
"Good morning Pat." A woman waved him hello.
The stacked strawberry blonde stood on her doorstep as she heard the familiar sound of 'PAT1' motor up her gravel driveway.
As a general practitioner, the cottage served as a surgery as well as a home for her and her husband.
"Morning gorgeous, lovely day for it."
The attractive middle aged Doctor giggled as she tantalisingly thrust her bared left leg forward from her white bath robe.
"I was just about to take a shower, anything interesting for me?"
Her big blue eyes gazed at two things at once.
A big vanilla envelope in his right hand, and his big bulge that tented his freshly ironed trousers.
"Take your pick." The tall six footer spread his hands and grinned, grinding his hips lasciviously.
The aroused gigolo took the startled woman in his arms and dipped her like a modern day Rudolph Valentino and kissed her full on the lips.
"I think I need a shower as well come to think of it, I rose early this morning." He said.
"I bet you did, you devil. Come on in. Hubby is still in the land of nod."
The pair of rampant lovers climbed the stairs of the chocolate box cottage hurriedly, Sylvia shedding her robe as she went.
By the time they reached the bathroom Pat had removed his jacket and shirt, along with his cap and shoes.
She turned on the faucets and looked back at the half dressed man.
"Come on, strip."
Sylvia stood already naked, her long flaxen hair about her lily white shoulders, hands on hips.
Her DD tits hung large over her ribcage, the rosy hued nipples stiff and angry.
Pat's eyes grew big as he ogled her mouth watering huge boobs and let his pants fall to the bathroom tiles.
He stood with back straight, proud of his erection which sprang up and out at her like a purple tipped log.
"Oh my, I never get tired of seeing you get stiff."
The sexy Doctor licked her lips and her right hand went all by itself to the golden pubes of her moist pussy.
His cock was all of ten inches, thicker toward the top, where his bulbous head flared out from his foreskin.
The shaft, with its long and engorged vein, curved to the left as it reached full erection, which always fascinated the lecherous female Doctor.
"I always was an early riser." He stated calmly as he watched her rub her slit.
Pat was muscular, but not overly muscled.
His arms and legs were long and lean, and his groin and chest were covered by curly ginger hair.
He removed his glasses and squinted as the steam from the hot shower rose.
They stepped in together and Sylvia took a fresh bar of scented soap and made a lather in the palms of her hands.
They took turns to wash each other creating soapy suds on their bodies.
As they faced each other under the cascading stream of hot water, hands sliding here, stroking there, the pair kissed.
"Wonderful." Said Sylvia, as she began to get hot and wet.
Pat's slick fingers slid inside the woman's pussy with no resistance whatsoever and she sobbed gently as he frigged her.
"Wow, you're really wet, how bad do you want me?"
"It's been two weeks Pat, I need a good fuck."
"Well I need a good suck, care to oblige?"
She crouched down, the needles of water hitting her back as she watched his cock head throb obscenely.
With a sweep of her hand she moved her lank, wet hair from her face then grabbed the huge weapon in both hands.
"Your balls look scrummy." She declared and licked them both as she held his shaft up.
Pat moaned as he felt the soft ginger hair which covered his testicles tongued.
Then the warm snake ran up the underside of his stalk slowly and surely to the swollen bell end.
Her big blue eyes never left his as she welcomed his cock head inside her mouth and gave it little baby sucks.
Once his crown was wetted enough Sylvia gobbled up the top three inches and bobbed to and fro, her nails dug deep in the flesh of his lean thighs.
"Damn, that feels fantastic."
Her hands still gripped the impressive prick as her head bobbed on the top, soft groans of satisfaction from her pursed lips vibrated along his length.
He just had to fuck her.
"Up, babe."
Sylvia relinquished his pulsing cock and planted her flat palms against the shower wall and bent forward at the waist.
Pat moved behind, the spray of water on his face and chest, and parted her legs.
He looked down the naked curve of her back to her full and ripe bottom and almost drooled.
She stuck her rump up and he welcomed the offered bum and squeezed and slapped her with unadulterated glee.
With his massive prick in his right fist he made three attempts to penetrate the Doctor, who tried to help matters by wiggling her hips side to side.
"Push harder, lover."
He did so and the flared crown split her folds as her cunt finally surrendered its pink interior.
With a great sigh she braced herself as inch by inch the postal worker eased his enormous knob inside of her.
Her heart raced as the tall stud pushed up into the diminutive woman who stood on tiptoe, desperate to maintain a balance on the slippery tiles.
"I'm halfway in," he announced to an incredulous Sylvia.
"Only half? Fuck!"
She gave a gasp and rolled her eyes back as he started to move in and out with long and drawn out strokes.
"Oh my goodness! I'm coming!"
The sensation of his whopping love rod squeezing in and out of her soft channel was sublime and her body began to shake.
Impaled on his pole, Pat steadied her by grasping her around the waist and without further ado began to pound the shit out of the grateful woman.
"Don't fucking stop! Pl...pl...please!"
Sylvia's moans grew in intensity as did his pelvic thrusts, his lean frame grinding away under the steamy water.
Pat recognised her trembling frame and high pitched moans as a prelude to another climax and he pulled out as incredibly the woman experienced a second orgasm, her pussy squirting over his upper thighs.
He inserted his rampant cock into her more, her cunt making a lewd sloshing noise as he fucked her.
Together with the smacking sounds of his thighs against the backs of hers, they made quite a merry clamour.
"Sylvia? Are you in the shower?"
A male voice came from down the hall.
"Shit! Hubby is up. I was hoping for another ten minutes."
Pat grabbed her body tightly in his hands and slammed his entire length into her pussy with a forceful lunge.
"FUCK!" Sylvia trembled and pressed her body back at the man behind her as her cunt was plundered by the thick manhood of postman Pat.
With a wicked grin the sly womaniser pulled out and raised his face into the cleansing hot water.
Sylvia dropped her head, then cupped her raw pussy.
"My word, I'm such a slut!" She chuckled.
