Confessions of a Postal Carrier

A lot of people like adventure. Not me. I like boring and mundane. I'm as predictable as they come. I never left my hometown after high school. Never went to college; stayed behind and got a job at the post office. For the last ten years I've been with Irvin, the same guy that took me to the senior prom. Not a bad catch but a simple small time hard working boy with a job at the factory. He's what you'd call good marriage material if I ever decide to marry somebody. I like my life drama free with no complications at all times.

That's not to say I always get what I want because I don't' I have an Achillies heel in that trajectory called my relationship. Irvin and I have a good thing going but there's one little problem that always needs a reckoning - Irvin only knows how to fuck in two whole positions. Sure, he does it well enough to get me through the motions but orgasmic it ain't. Any type of foreplay is a turn off to him. Giving or receiving head just isn't something he into. It wasn't mine, not until fate cut me a break and let me experience pure unadulterated lust for the first time in my life.

On no particular spring day, Tyler Douglas walked into my hub and changed my life. He was the new boy, a rural carrier we definitely needed being understaffed. Trouble with him was, he was a nepotism hire and lazy as hell. Nobody wanted to train him because he didn't work and couldn't be fired since his daddy was the regional manager. My office manager, who is such an asshole I won't even name him, gave me the shit detail to teach him the ropes after it was painfully obvious he would be a lousy carrier on account of his laziness.

Tension between us was high from jump street. Tyler hated walking the routes, sorting the mail, or opening his mouth to speak. All he wanted to do was ride around and cruise in the mail truck. I don't like lazy mutes keeping me from doing my job. But I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, because he couldn't be fired being the son of one of the top brass and my asshole manager was keeping us joined at the hip until I had a positive influence on his work performance. It was so stressful I couldn't even enjoy the two position fuck Irvin was willing to give me.

Three weeks in, after we both held on to our military silence, things changed between us. We were down the back road on the Tuesday route he was supposed to be learning. I was driving when it happened, him putting his hand on my slightly endowed titty and helping himself to unbuttoning my shirt so he could pinch and roll my nipple without a proper invitation. I immediately pulled off the road out of sight behind a billboard so I wouldn't have an accident reading him the riot act about molesting me. Unfortunately, I never got the chance.

Tyler had placed his lips around my nipples and made his tongue comfortable on the rugged ridges of my areola. All the breath left my lungs; Irvin never kissed me in such places to trigger that type of stimulation. Within seconds my panties were wetter than a bottle of water. Let me just say that after three weeks of saying nothing Tyler's tongue had plenty to say then. He liked big ole titties, which was a given at that point. He also couldn't wait to taste me. I had no idea what that meant at that point, but it was pretty obvious I was willing to find out.

I guess the young man was picking up on my vibe I was enjoying the shit out of what he was doing because he guided my hand to his rock hard cock he managed to free from his pants without me noticing. Irvin was decently endowed in length but lacked heavily in thickness, something Tyler's cock definitely had. It was strong and veiny like a sledgehammer, outfitted to pounding a tight hole without mercy. My mind went blank as he guided my hand to stroke his cock from base to the tip. My inexperience shined through, something that provoked Tyler into action.

I gasped as he squeezed his hands inside my uniform pants and inserted his finger deep inside my pussy with one hard thrust. No man, not even Irvin, had done that to me before. I trembled in instant orgasm, clinching my tight walls around his finger hard enough to where he couldn't slide them out with easy. Once my muscles released their grip Tyler pulled his finger out and licked all the cum off of them until they were spotless. The sensation was overwhelming as my pussy percolated from an almighty vibration to a low rumble.

I thought that was going to be that until Tyler pushed his finger back inside of me for second helpings. I didn't come at all, so he pumped his fingers a bit to let me feel the sensation of how far back they could go up in me. When he slid out of me, he hungrily shoved his coated fingers into my mouth. It was the first time I got a taste of my own sweet and slightly salty essences. That put a hungry man's look into his eye. I had no idea where Tyler planned on taking me, nor did I ask when he quietly led me to the back of the truck.

One thing about mail trucks, they are pretty spacious despite their small size when only the morning mail is loaded. We had enough room for Tyler to pull my uniform off with ease, get comfortable enough for him to spread my legs a decent length before my feet hit the sides, and for him to slide out of his clothes too. I wasn't the least bit shy about being in the worst unmatched bra and panties combination I could have thrown on in between laundry. Nor did Tyler care taking my drawers off and sucking every bit of moist goo sticking to the crotch.

I was as weak as a lamb when he took his cock and slowly stroked it across my clit. The warmth emitting from just the tip had me weak in the knees. My thighs trembled with each pump and an insane amount of wetness was starting to form bubbles against the sides of my thighs. Sensing I was about to come harder than the rock of Gibraltar, Tyler eased back and redirected his attention to my titties, forging a path down to the center of my navel. The mail underneath my ass was soaked through all the way to the bottom.

Then it happened -- he put his warm mouth on me. I was so wet I couldn't feel his tongue thrusting deep, hard, and fast into my pussy until he sucked most of my juices up. When the feeling of his tongue deep inside me did hit, I could have strangled Irvin for making me miss out from his own selfishness. My hands had a mind of their own, pressing Tyler's head into my warm inviting pussy and grinding against his tongue. He grabbed my thighs and squeezed them tight, letting his buried head soak up all the wetness my pussy had to give. He wasn't done just there.

As he sucked and released my clit to the syncopation of my pleasured grunts, Tyler pushed and pulled his finger full throttle in and out of my pussy. I gushed like a geyser with each firm impact. One finger turned into two. Two turned filled me up to where I didn't think a third could fit since he had big thick hands but he managed to slip a third inside my tight asshole. He was gentle at first, letting me get used to it, then he finger banged me under my pussy involuntarily squirted and caved on top of his fingertips.

I laid there like a lump, trying to catch my breath after that explosion of tension, Tyler sat on his heels and played with himself. I had never seen a man do that before; I couldn't take my eyes of his cock and Tyler couldn't take his eyes off of me watching his cock. He says he's never done it in front of someone before. He didn't rush either; his long simmering strokes that rounded around the head of his cock were just fast enough for him to enjoy the moment without ejaculating too quick. He was harder than a slab of steel. The pronounced veins pulsated in aching tension.

Admittedly I couldn't wait to see how he would finish. Tyler had other plans. Right when I thought he would blow his load he stopped, turning me around to kneel, and slipped up under me in what I now know is called a sixty-nine position. Slowly, he lowered my dripping pussy down to his face and thrusted deeper inside me than he previously did with his tongue and fingers and ate me like I was a buffet. The sheer pleasure of it rippled through my muscles, knocking me down to the elbows as my knees gave out from the lust of it all.

Right in front of my face was his long, hot cock standing at full attention like it was about to burst. He didn't ask me to grab it at the base and stroke its swollen girth but I did. As he worked my pussy against his tongue I worked his cock into my mouth. I had never given a man head before and really didn't know what I was supposed to be doing but I figured Tyler's grunts ricocheting through my pussy like a vibrator was a good indicator to keep licking and tickling the head. His precum was a little bit sweet and carried no offensive odor, which was a relief.

When I took one of his balls into my mouth, I licked and tickled them just soft enough not to cause discomfort but hard enough to where his cock got harder at the attention I was giving them. I was all the way turned on at how turned on he got to where my pussy juices were spilling out the sides of his mouth. I took his other ball into my mouth; my thigh shook as my entire core spasmed. Two fingers were in my pussy and two fingers were in my ass with his tongue. Then it happened, my first oral orgasm. I moaned all over his balls as he legs twitched in a fervor.

Now Tyler did two things that I wasn't ready for; one, he flipped our position to where I was on my back and he was on top and two, he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth all the way down to the base. The same way my pussy grinded his face his cock humped my throat. I didn't know if I would choke to death or not, since he gave me little room to adjust to swallowing that much meat. I could feel his head tightening with every stroke, the veins pulsating all over his shaft. He gripped my thighs hard, as if he were holding on to them to keep from falling in a cliff.

Then it happened, Tyler filled my mouth up with come. Had I been more experienced at the time I would have known his pump grind cadence was a sign he was going to blow. There was no way to escape his massive rod either, since I pulled him as deep down my throat as it could possibly go. His hot glob nutsack batter oozed down my larynx, leaving me no choice but to swallow the ten or so hard squirts of jizz he released from his balls. I swallowed every drop without gagging, just in case I would never get to experience that much lustful pleasure again.

There we laid, spent on the soaked mail, for close to an hour trying to get our energy up to go back to work. We dressed in silence, smelling like ass and old deliveries. Since it was lunchtime by then it was his idea to go back to his place and get a shower in so no one would smell the sex on us. I had no idea that he would fuck me hard against the wall with one of his dildos so he could drink the cum spilling out of my pussy from it. That was better than going out for lunch. It's a wonder we ever got back to work at all.

After our incursion things just went back to the way they were the rest of the week. Tyler resumed his lazy routine joined to the hip with me, everybody continued to hate him, and he kept his mouth shut about eating my pussy or me sucking his cock. I made no moves even though my pussy ached and throbbed for his tongue since he acted as if it were a one time thing and I didn't want to be some desperate inexperienced old broad chasing a hard on. Then that next Tuesday ran around and Tyler wanted to taste me again parked behind the billboard and we were back at it.

Our own unique Taco Tuesday has been going on for years. Both of us are married now, no kids, with spouses that have their own sexual hangups. The only difference now is we don't go out on a route. Tyler is now the regional manager and in part to how good my pussy tastes I've been promoted to my old asshole manager's job so we meet each other at a motel the next county over and spend the afternoon licking and sucking each other up. If only our uptight spouses could enjoy the level of hedonism we've discovered with each other, they'd be amazed.

His cock is good too, but how we got to that is an entirely different story.