It was Saturday morning and my cock was still remembering that red-haired pussy from yesterday. I jerked off in the shower, but that didn’t help much. Stroking my rod while I tried to watch TV was not soothing enough, either. Finally I got into my car and drove over to her house. She could only say no.

Wearing civilian gym shorts and t-shirt, I held my UPS board in front of me as a shield and rang the bell. It promised to be another warm day, but the inside door was still closed. As she peeked around the door, I guessed she was just out of the shower herself. She wore only a big t-shirt that barely covered her crotch and her hair looked damp.

I held out the board. “Forgot to get your signature yesterday...”

She looked at me thoughtfully and said, “Well, come on in. It’s okay, the dog is outside.”

Trying not to look down to see how much the t-shirt covered, I held out the board and a pen. She signed her name and handed back the pen silently.

I couldn’t help myself. I lifted the front of her shirt up with the pen. She was wearing white cotton panties.

“Not so sexy today,” I said.

“Well, I wasn’t really expecting you back.” She looked down at my shorts, where my dick was starting to get chubby.

“I just couldn’t stay away,” I answered.

I pulled out the crotch of her panties and slipped a finger under it. She looked me in the eye, but didn’t move until I pushed into her slit.

“Ouch.” She was even tighter than I remembered, but dry. I pulled my finger out and dropped the clipboard onto a nearby table. Taking her by the shoulders, I walked her backwards towards the lounge chair where I'd first seen her twat. She fell back willingly and I pulled off those silly panties. It was one of those antique daybeds with short arms, and I straddled it in front of her.

Not much of a view, so I pushed her knees up towards her shoulders and spread them out as wide as they would go.

I smiled as her slit peeked out between those little red curls. “I Love your pussy.” I stroked the inside of her thighs with my fingers, slowly up and down. She leaned back against the pillows and murmured something I didn’t hear. Soon I was rewarded with a little glint of moisture on her cunt lips, then some little bubbles crept out of her hole. I continued playing with her silky thighs, but it was getting harder to keep my eager fingers away from her juice box. Her hips started rotating, so I finally stroked a thumb across her slit. Soft and warm, but I knew she would get wetter. My cock was poled up against my shorts in anticipation.

I was looking forward to those tiny tits, too, so I reached up to pull the t-shirt off over her head. Her boobs hardly splayed out at all, they were so small. They felt like little cupcakes with a bit of frosting. I leaned down to taste one and the whole thing fit into my mouth. I sucked and nibbled until a nipple popped up, taut against my tongue. She started to wrap her legs around me, but I pushed her knees out again where I wanted them. I switched to the other nipple, then slid my hands down to pull her pussy lips apart. She was sopping wet now and my finger slipped right inside. That warm tunnel clutched tight and she let out a moan. I sat back and watched my finger sliding in and out, slick and wet. I grabbed my own cock through my shorts and stroked it in rhythm with my finger-fucking.

“Amazing sexy pussy,” I said out loud. She was pushing harder against my hand, but I pulled out my finger and stopped my cock hand too. She lifted her hips eagerly, but I whispered, “Not yet, little pussy,” and pushed her butt down. Keeping one hand pressed on her pelvis, I stirred two fingers around the streaming lips of that sweet cunt.

Then I pushed two fingers into her slit. I’d seen this on the web, so I moved my fingers rapidly up and down inside her, and pressed my thumb over the hood of her clit. She started thrashing around, but I held her firmly down and saw a red flush spreading from her thighs to her tits. She came then, massively, and her cum juice splashed into my hand. I almost came myself as I watched the twitching crooked mouth between her legs. I spread her knees further apart as I sat back to catch my own breath.

I stood up and she let out a disappointed sound, but kept her knees up, waiting. I ripped off my shirt and shorts and fondled my cock while I looked down at her. Then I knelt between her knees and guided the head into her dripping honey pot, only the tip, no more. I stroked gently an inch in and out. Her slit felt amazing on the tender notch under the head of my pole. She was moaning and trying to suck it in deeper. I poked in a little more each time and finally fit my full nine inches in.

I was almost to the end of her tunnel and I pulled her legs over my shoulders. I leaned forward to try to reach her G-spot and thrust hard. She gasped, and I saw her little tits jiggle. I pounded harder and watched them juddering in response. I stopped to let them settle down, then drove in again harder and faster. I was getting fond of those baby boobs. She grabbed my arms and tightened her twat even more around my rod. I could feel her cunt starting to shudder and let my wad loose just as she started coming. We both groaned in time to my pumping cum.

As the rush came over me, I collapsed on top of her.

Her tiny tits flattened like marshmallows under my chest. She dropped her legs down in exhaustion and we panted deep breaths together. Eventually, I peeled myself away from her and leaned back on my knees. I held her ankles down on either side of me and pushed her legs apart. Her pussy was still dripping, my foam oozing out and sliding down into her crack.

“I think we’ve ruined your chair,” I mumbled.

“Washable slip cover,” she sighed. “Jesus, that was amazing.”

“Pretty awesome,” I whispered back.

We were sticky and cramped on the narrow chair. I managed to stand up and pulled her up by the hands. She staggered against me, and I clutched her waist.

“Where’s your bedroom?” I asked.

“I don’t think I can do this again,” she moaned.

“Me neither, but maybe we can stretch out and sleep.”

She led me down the hall and into a bedroom. Big queen bed. I threw myself down on my back and sighed in relief. She lay down too, curled up with her back to me. I laid a hand on her hip and she stirred.

“Uh-uh,” I said. “I just like your skin.” I pulled her over to rest her ass against my side and yawned, “We both need a nap.” We were asleep in minutes.

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We were curled up spoon-fashion when I woke up. Her warm little ass was snuggled against me and my hand was curled around her tit. I stroked it with my fingers, but the nipple stayed soft. My cock was soft too, but I managed to fit it between her warm butt cheeks. She wiggled against it, still asleep. I guess I wasn’t surprised when my chub started to grow. I slid my arm under her, cupped the other tit, and played with both in unison. Perfectly adequate jugs. Nice little ass, too. My cock agreed, and I started sliding it in her soft crack. Soon the tips of her still-damp pube hair were teasing the head of my full-length pole.

Reluctantly releasing a cushy boob, I pushed one of her knees up so I could rub my cock against her snatch. Her pussy lips were warm and soft. In her sleep, she moved her knee higher and my rod found her glory hole. In this position, it was even tighter around my cock. I pumped slowly to enjoy the sensation and she murmured something.

“Did I wake you up?” I whispered.

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Uh-uh.” She moved my free hand up to her tit, and I teased the nipple until it perked up. She started moving up and down on my rod, but I kept it exquisitely slow. She sighed with each measured stroke, and her pussy juices were streaming. Suddenly I was coming and she made little contented sounds in time with my spurts.

I kept pushed against her to keep my softening cock inside, and stroked her nipples.

“You didn’t come,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right, that was incredibly nice.” She paused, “I’m not usually orgasmic, you know.”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “Really. ”

That made me feel pretty good. I tried to count the number of times she’d popped these last two days.

When my worn-out cock slipped out of her, I sighed. “I gotta pee.”

“Down the hall,” she murmured.

My dick was tender but let out a satisfying stream. I spotted some washcloths on a shelf and had an idea. I soaked a couple in warm water and returned to the bedroom. She was still lying on her side, so I rolled her over onto her stomach and spread her legs. I laid one cloth out on her little ass, and used the other to scrub off the sticky gunk inside her thighs. She spread her legs wider and I went to work on her muff. It was nice to see her all fluffed up again. Dropping that cloth, I picked up the other and wrapped one finger in it. I ran it around her pussy lips, then slid my covered finger into her slit and started scrubbing.

“Feels strange," she whispered.

“Good strange or bad?” She didn’t answer, so I scrubbed a little harder. When I pulled the cloth out, I was sure there was fresh pussy juice on it. Encouraged by her little sigh, I wrapped up another finger and pushed both in. She gasped and raised her butt in the air. I finger-fucked her hard with the washcloth until she started quivering. When the moment seemed right, I reached my other hand around and brushed one finger over her clit. It worked. She started coming like a freight train as I jammed her faster and faster. In a minute, she wailed and came again, then pulled herself away and slumped down flat, still twitching.

I suddenly realized my cock was ready and hard and threw the cloth aside. I yanked her up onto her elbows and knees, grabbed her little tits for handles and slid inside, like a knife into a melon. She moaned. I humped her hard and long and slow, her ass slapping against me, my balls getting wet with her ample pussy juice. I moved my hands to her hips and drove in hard and deep. I was getting ready to come, so I pressed that magic button again. Her orgasm came just as my streaming jets burst into her.

We both fell on our backs to catch our breath.

“Incredible,” she whispered. “I’ve never had it like that. You’re quite the delivery man.”

“Happy to service you,” I said back. “We aim to please.”