I've Gotta Know
Part-1-of-2
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Erica slid behind a huge oak tree. Hiding there, she watched the mailman advance toward 2017 Oak Dale Drive. So far the morning had been a total flop, but she was sure she would catch him in the act. After all, he had been doing this for three years now. Erica had to find out, the suspense was killing her. Also, her reputation as the neighborhood gossip had to be upheld. The mailman dropped several letters into the dark mailbox on the wall, then crossed the neatly groomed yard to the next house. A dog barked nearby. Erica looked around suspiciously, and then glanced at the mailman. "Damned," Erica mumbled. She had been sure that 2017 was the right house. A very sexy blonde divorcee lived there. When Erica turned and rested with her back against the tree, she found herself looking into the eyes of a 12-year old-boy on a bicycle. He was looking from her to the mailman and back again.
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"What are you doing?" the boy demanded.
"Why aren't you in school?" Erica growled in an evil mood. He looked like a nosey kid, the kind that would probably grow up to be a drug dealer.
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"I'm home sick," he said condescendingly.
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"Then get your ass home and into bed. You don't get to go out and play when you’re home sick. NOW GET!" she screamed, hurrying him on his way. Erica slid around the trunk of the tree and looked for the mailman, but he was gone. So it must be 2019. He didn't have time to have gone anywhere else.
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Erica lived on the adjoining street, Cedar Mound so unfortunately she didn't know who lived at 2019. Hurrying down the sidewalk, Erica approached 2019. Once there she hurried across the yard and stood in front of a heavy hedge. She could hear voices coming through the open window, and one of them was definitely male. It must be him. She wanted to barge in through the front door and confront them, but she would probably be arrested for trespassing if she did. Unfortunately, screwing the neighborhood women was not against the law, even for a mailman who consistently delivered the mail half an hour late. Bursting with curiosity, she’d set out to see who was stealing that half an hour. It was her half hour and she wanted it back. Her mail was supposed to be delivered at precisely 2:13 PM and it wasn’t, so somebody owed her. Besides, her friends had challenged her, so she had to find out all she could to satisfy them. She heard a girlish peal of laughter and growled in outrage. Not only were they fucking, he was telling her jokes? How dare they. It was time to put a stop to this. She broke a branch off the hedge before her, jabbed her arm with it and waited for a welt to appear. When one appeared, she dropped the broken branch and approached the front door. She hesitated for only a moment, before pressing the doorbell. A sweet black-haired girl in her early twenties opened the door. She gave Erica a questioning smile, looking around behind her, before looking at Erica again.
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"I... I hurt myself on your hedge," Erica stammered as she displayed her marked arm.
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"My hedge is on my lawn, 15-feet from the sidewalk," the woman said with a quizzical smile.
"Wha... oh," Erica said in sudden embarrassment.
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Stepping back out of the way, the woman said, “Well, don’t just stand there. Come on in." Not needing to be asked twice, Erica practically lunged inside. She immediately saw the mailman sitting at the dinning room table, of all things, eating a cookie. There was a tall glass of milk on the table in front of him and his bag of mail sat on the floor behind him. If he had been 200-pounds heavier and dressed in red, he might have been mistaken for Santa. When Erica looked into his smiling, wholesome face, and piercing blue eyes her breath was taken away. She had never been so close to him before and was surprised how slender and handsome he was. She thought that he was an absolutely gorgeous looking guy, late thirties, had sandy brown hair, about 6-foot 2 and 200 lbs of lean muscle. My God, what am I doing here? Erica suddenly wondered, feeling totally out of place.
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"Hi," the mailman said. "Come for cookies?"
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"She had an accident," the woman said with a warm smile, “She has a boo-boo and needs a Band-Aid.”
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"I know you," he said as he shook a cookie at Erica while chewing thoughtfully. "2119 Cedar Mound, right?"
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"Yes," Erica said in surprise.
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"Why that's just across the block," the black haired woman said in surprise. Erica nodded, confused, embarrassed, and horrified.
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"I... I wanted to meet you but couldn't think of a rational excuse," Erica lied to the woman. "So I made up..." she trailed off, wishing that God would strike her dead and save her from any further embarrassment. How could she be so dumb? How could she have mistaken an illicit affair, with a milk and cookie stop? She was so fucking stupid.
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"How sweet," the woman said, pressing a Band-Aid over Erica's welt. "Ok, you sit and I'll get another glass. You’re in luck, today’s chocolate chips, Barry 's favorites."
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"Barry?"
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"That's me," smiled the mailman as he raised his cookie. Erica reluctantly picked up a cookie, bit into it, and moaned in enjoyment. By the time that the milk arrived, she was finishing her second and had started her third cookie.
"Another satisfied customer," Barry laughed, wiping his face. "I got hooked on Heather's cookies when she left me a batch for Christmas one year. When I stopped by to thank her, she invited me in and I've been stopping in ever since."
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"I think that was maybe 4-years ago," Heather laughed.
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"Three," said Erica automatically. She was enjoying her cookies so much that she didn't look up to see the surprised looks on their faces. She finished her forth cookie and downed her glass of milk. Barry was lifting the bag of mail to his shoulder.
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"Wonderful," she gasped as the milk cooled her stomach.
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"Thank you very much," said Erica as she got to her feet. "I have to get back to my... house," she stammered, running out of excuses. Then she practically ran from the house.
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Barry and Heather looked after her in surprise. Barry shook his head, thanked Heather, and walked out. Heather looked at her crumb-covered table, shook her head at her peculiar neighbors, and started gathering up the dirty glasses.
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“How could I be so fucking stupid?” Erica mumbled, pacing from one side of her dining room to the other. "How could I be SO fucking stupid?" she yelled. Looking out the window, she saw the mailman approaching. She was still so embarrassed that she wanted to die. But she wanted to fuck that good looking son-of-a-bitch even more. Out of sheer desperation she rushed to the front door and yanked it open, scaring the poor guy half out of his wits. He paused with the mail in his hand and handed it to her with a smile.
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"Please, come in," she insisted, pulling him forward.
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"Well I really have..."
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"I wanted to apologize. I thought you were having an affair and I was jealous. I went to confront you and..."
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"Why would you be jealous?" Barry asked skeptically.
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"Because... because... Because I wanted to have an affair with you too," she finally gasped.
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"Really? That would be wonderful. Nobody has ever offered before," he chimed happily.
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"I've heard stories, you always hear stories, but to actually meet..."
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"Will you fuck me or not?" she demanded.
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"Well sure. I'd be happy too," sang out Barry as he happily dropped his mailbag on the floor. She gasped in surprise, and then quickly slammed the door shut behind him. She led him to the couch, abruptly at a loss. She really hadn't expected him to say yes.
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"You have a nice place here," Barry mused as he looked around. "Does a husband come with it?"
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"No, not any more. We were only married for a year."
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"Too bad. It's a hell of a waste," he said. “How about sucking …
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I've Gotta Know
Part-2-of-2
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“Too bad. It’s a hell of a waste,” he said. “How about sucking my cock? He asked as he touched her shoulders and pushing her down.
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Obediently, Erica knelt down in front of him and watched as he stepped out of his uniform. She saw that Barry didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. When he dropped his pants and his hard cock popped up she actually gasped. It was so beautiful. Not gigantic, about 8-inches long but very big looking, thanks to its thickness. It was uncut, very veiny, and dark-colored. And he had the juiciest, roundest head. His balls were thick, and hung well below the base of his cock.
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Erica had never done this before and was suddenly scared to death. Nervously she reached out and with a shaking hand grasped Barry ’s the cock, it was so big, so beautiful, so ready to explode. She marveled at the warmth that was radiating off Barry ’s cock. The musky smell of his balls drew her in. Preparing to taste her first cock, Erica closed her eyes, leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. She kissed the head of his cock and ran her tongue around the head. Mesmerized, Erica stopped and looked at it for a minute. She had just licked her first cock and she liked it.
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Trembling, she grabbed his balls with one hand and slid his shaft into her other. Gaining confidence, Erica leaned over him and took his hard cock into her mouth and began sucking it with complete abandonment. Her head was bobbing up and down as her fingers lightly caressed his balls. She stopped sucking, pausing to lick the underside of the head and shaft of his cock right where guys are the most sensitive. “I want to suck you off,” she told him, “But I don’t want you to cum in my mouth.”
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Trembling, she grabbed his balls with one hand and his shaft into her other. Gaining confidence, Erica lean over you and take his hard cock in her mouth and begin sucking it with complete abandonment. Her head was bobbing up and down as her fingers lightly caressed his balls. She stopped sucking, pausing to lick the underside of the head and shaft of his cock right where guys are the most sensitive. “I want to suck you off,” she told him, “But I don’t want you to cum in my mouth.”
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“Don’t cum in your mouth?” he gasped. “Are crazy? Cumming in a girl’s month is half the fun of getting your cock sucked.”
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“This is the first time that I've ever sucked a cock and I don’t think I’d like the taste so I don’t want you to cum in my mouth. I don’t know what’s in cum.”
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“Everyone knows what’s in cum. Obviously, semen contains spermatozoa, but sperm only accounts for a small percentage of a guy’s load. Cum is 90% seminal fluid, which is composed of dozens of chemical components. The base of seminal fluid is primarily fructose, better known as sugar and proteins, with many other trace minerals and substances such as fructose, sorbitol, inositol Proteins and amino acids: glutathione, deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA), phosphorus, zinc, magnesium, calcium, ascorbic acid (vitamin C), vitamin B12, choline.
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With all that good stuff, how can swallowing not be healthy? Healthy cum produced by a well-nourished, disease-free male may in fact be not only safe to eat, but actually good for you. Seminal fluid, the base of cum, is a veritable nutrient-rich soup. Semen is a source of highly concentrated, high-quality protein. In dietary terms, it's comparable to egg whites or gelatin. Besides protein, semen contains high concentrations of some minerals, such as zinc, and trace amounts of other important nutrients, like calcium and magnesium. While you shouldn't depend on a shot of cum to get your recommended daily allowances of vitamins and minerals, swallowing semen on a regular basis can't hurt as a dietary supplement.
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Even after he explained things to her, Erica was still adamant about him not cumming in her mouth. Being a typical male, he agreed so she’d finish sucking him off. In about 5-minutes he had his fingers cruelly twisted in her hair as he recklessly fucked Erica’s mouth. He felt his balls clinch up and knew that he was about to cum. With a laugh, he put his hand on the back of Erica’s head and made about 3-more deep thrusts. She tried to pull away but he held on and exploded about 3-good squirts. As he held her head she looked up at him with huge eyes. All he said was “Swallow it, bitch.” Having no choice, she gulped it all down.
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Pulling her up, Barry told her that was wonderful. She shuddered under his touch. Standing up, Erica bent and began nervously patting couch cushions into place. Moving up behind her, Barry leaned forward and placed his nose near her ass. When he sank down to his knees, her pussy was so close he could smell it. It smelled delicious, a little like pussy and a little like lilacs. He inhaled deeply, taking in her heavenly aroma. Slowly, with a will of their own, his hands came up and touched the back of her legs. Gently, his hands slid slowly up her smooth thighs until each hand held a cheek of her ass. It was more that he could stand. He yanked down her shorts and panties in one quick jerk.
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As Erica lifted her feet, one at a time, he finished removing her shorts and panties and tossed them aside. Now naked from the waist down, she moved slightly, spreading her legs. Putting his hands back on the cheeks of her ass. He caressed and kneaded them firmly, while pulling her pussy up against his nose. When he inhaled again, he heard her take a deep, shuddering breath. He kissed it gently, and then licked the crease where her leg connected to her shapely butt. Her creamy flesh tasted fresh, warm, and slightly salty. He licked his lips for a moment, and then licked the other crease. She shuddered, melting in his hands. Suddenly eager for more, Barry spun her around and sat her on the couch.
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Pushing her legs apart, Barry found himself facing her lightly haired pussy. As he stared in awe, Erica’s slender soft hands came down to rest on his head. She caressed his hair absently, as he inhaled the aroma of her pussy once more. Reaching down, he reverently spread her soft auburn pubic hair and then with his thumbs gently parted her pink pussy lips. Lowering his face to her lap, he softly took her clit between his lips. As Barry sucked gently on her throbbing member, it responded to his touch and was soon erect like a little cock.
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"Oh god yes, suck it," she whispered, almost in his ear. Eating pussy was something that Barry seldom did, but for Erica, he could make a slight exception. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly, while his right thumb plunged up inside her pussy. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tight against her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it with his tongue. Barry didn’t mind stimulating the woman, but he needed attention himself. It was time to sink his cock into some hot meat. He stood, pulled Erica to her feet, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch.
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Grabbing his cock, Barry pressed the swollen head against the damp slit of Erica’s pussy. He rubbed it up and down her damp slit briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her pussy right up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He pulled her blouse apart and filled his hands with womanly globes of flesh.
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"Oh fuck yes," he sighed. Slowly Barry began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet pussy. The slap of hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were even louder. Brutally squeezing her breasts with strong fingers, Barry fucked Erica hard.
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Outside, children passed by on their way home from school. Barry watched them absently through the living room window as he plunged deep into Erica's sweet pussy. His well lubricated cock, sliding smoothly in and out of her embroiled pussy. Her moist pussy was hot now. So hot that moisture was dripping down from her puffy pink lips and creating a wet spot on the carpet. Erica’s fingers clawed the material of the couch, as Barry ’s hard cock filled her body cavity to the breaking point. He was driving so deep that she could feel his cock clear up into her abdomen. It was just what she needed.
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Erica had been watching Barry since the day he first became her mailman. Many times after he passed by, she’d even gone into her bathroom to masturbate. Now the handsome young man was actually fucking her right in front of her window, and she didn't care. She loved a man in uniform.
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His hard, pistoning cock was filling her pussy with fire. Barry was wild and young and his sexual desires were as hot and urgent as her own lustful desires. “Who,” she asked herself, “Would have thought that she was the illicit affair on his daily rounds? Should she tell her friends, or keep them in suspense?”
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"Fuck me good," she screamed in sudden abandon. Barry pumped into her ass several more times, then stopped. His legs were getting tired. He pulled out of her wet pussy and pushed her down on the couch.
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"Roll over on your back and grab your ankles," Barry whispered hoarsely. She quickly complied. Feeling silly with her feet up in the air, Erica waited as he knelt before her. She gasped at the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly, intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. This was incredible. He felt even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked her. He fucked her pussy for several more minutes, then pulled it out, rubbed it against her ass and shoved. Erica screamed, as his huge cock seemed to split her asshole apart. He reached down and rubbed his hand over her pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while his hard cock slid in and out of her asshole. The fire from both seemed to blend together into one massive fire. Before Erica could get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the middle of one massive orgasm. Barry continued to pump away in her ass, while she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his rotating hand, and her ass against his crotch. All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, Barry was not through. He continued to pump away inside her ass, renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.
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Erica felt the fire building again, much faster than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy clenching stronger and stronger until a second orgasm tore her loins apart. A twisted smile lit Barry 's face, while he watched her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her ass clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her pussy against his hand, trying helplessly to satisfy herself. He liked showing her who was in control.
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Then the smile left Barry ’s face. He was going to cum. Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from his hand in her pussy, he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock into her ass and froze. His cock hesitated, and then spewed hot cum into her ass. She withered on his cock, bringing herself to orgasm. They intertwined, gasping and clutching at each other as their bodies exploded.
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They finally stopped and lay side by side on the couch. Barry got up slowly and started redressing. Taking his now flaccid cock in her hand, Erica started licking it clean so that he could put it away.
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Looking down at the happy glow on Erica's face as she licked his cock, Barry happily said, "That was even better than cookies,"
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Looking up, Erica asked, "Can you stop by tomorrow?"
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"I don't see why not. I may have to start an hour early, to deliver the mail on time. Thanks a million," he gave her a jaunty salute, picked up her panties, stuck them in his pocket and made his way through the front door.
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Barry didn’t tell Erica but he’d been doing this for years now. He’d date a girl for a while, they’d start having sex, then one night he’d tuck her panties into his pocket while she was in the bathroom and add them to his collection when he get home. He has dozens of them now. He would never tell Erica, but sometimes while he masturbated, he liked to smell the residual pussy essence so he could remember what it had been like fucking these girls.
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Even after several years, some of the panties still have the smell of the essence of womanhood. His favorite was a pair of size 0 panties. He likes to look at them and think to himself, 'Oh yeah, I remember fucking that little bitch. Her pussy was so tight, I thought my cock was caught in a wringer.”
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As Barry walked out the door, Erica’s mind was already on her neighbors. "Fuck them," Erica said, thinking about her friends. She would tell them that she found out, but not tell them who. It would drive them fucking nuts.
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The End…
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