Ding Dong! [MF]

**Ding Dong!** (part 2)

They kissed for several minutes, exploring each others mouths with their tongues, letting go only briefly to get a breath. The pizza man clutched the back of Beckys neck as they took their makeout session down to the loveseat, where she had just finished being ravished. She pushed her head up, breaking the locked lips as she looked down at the man that had just sent her to a blissful euphoria. *He really is attractive,* she mused, as she twirled his soft brown hair around her index finger, her off hand planted in the middle of his chest. She sat there, straddling him, her still recovering pussy now pressed against his chiseled abs. Becky was not one who believed in the whole “love at first sight” nonsense, nor was she feeling “in love,” but she couldn’t help but feel *something* as she stared into the depth of his hazel eyes. Afterall, how could she love someone when she didn’t even know his name? At that thought, she wasn’t even sure she *wanted* to know at this point. Wouldn’t that take away part of the excitement? *Not yet. I don’t need to know his name yet.*

The Pizza Man finally broke the silence. “You are fucking beautiful.”

She blushed. Becky didn’t often think of herself in that way. Yes, she tried to always look presentable and even cute, but she had been teased alot in her younger years. She had developed much earlier than other girls in her class. “Here comes Big Boob Becky!” they would jeer and snicker. Middle school boys were really clever. It was so stupid now, thinking back on it. She consistently got looks from strangers when she went out now. If she caught someone staring at her ass she would always feign disgust, while attempting to hide the smile in her eyes. But if you hear something enough, you can’t help but start to believe it. So hearing this compliment from the Pizza Man brought a broad grin to her face.

“Thanks. You aren’t so bad yourself,” she whispered, tracing a big figure eight on his chest, from his navel to the top of his pecks. His chest was a thing of beauty – hard and smooth, with little pink and tan nipples staring up at her, a few small beadlets of sweat there as a reminder of their recent debauchery. A small trail of coarse hair grew below his belly button, like a rainbow that guided you to a mythical pot of gold.

“I think I might take a shower. I could stand to freshen up a little,” Becky said, as she looked down at the state of herself. “You could join me, if you like.”

“Oh, I would very much like,” the Pizza Man replied quickly.

They hopped up off the couch and Becky grabbed his finger, leading him like a puppy on a leash through her bedroom, into her adjoining bathroom. She tugged him past her bed, another smile creeping over her face, imagining revisiting this location later.

‘And what do we have here?” pondered the Pizza Man, motioning to the silicon dildo lying right smack in the middle of Becky’s bed. “Is this why you seemed a bit out of sorts when you opened the door?” He could hardly contain his smug tone, as if he had uncovered some kind of terroristic plot.

Becky shot him an evil glance, pouting her lips, as her cheeks again turned beet red. “Proud of yourself?” He chuckled at the question.

“Hey, no shame here. If I had a dollar every time I knocked one out.., well.., I wouldn’t be a delivery guy.” Becky was surprised at his forwardness. She obviously knew every man masterbated, but assumed that the Pizza Man could get whatever girl he wanted whenever he pleased.

“Ya, well it’s not something I do very regularly,” she snapped. She could see that snicker in his face. She would not have him thinking that she was some kind of sex obsessed lush. She snatched up the dark purple toy and playfully slapped him on his backside. “Now, if you’re done smirking, let’s go get cleaned off.”

Becky grabbed his wrist and pulled him on into the bathroom. She turned the water on in her oversized walk-in shower and slipped out of her clothes. “Ready to get wet?” She could hardly say the words without laughing at her own corniness. The pizza man predictably rolled his eyes as he kicked his boxers to the floor. His dick was now in that in-between state. It hung between his legs, not hard, but you could still tell it was impressive. It wouldn’t be long now before it rose back to attention.

After a quick temperature check, Becky stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good on her exposed skin, falling like rain directly above her head, down through her hair, running over her shoulders and streaming down the small of her back, trickling over her bottom before ultimately tumbling down to the tile floor at her feet..

The pizza man stepped in behind her and shut the door, steam already beginning to fill the room. They shared an embrace under the downpour, like a humid rainstorm. Becky lathered some soap between her hands, pressing the suds against her chest and rubbing them along her firm body. The pizza man stood and admired her beauty as she washed. With her other hand still holding her silicon toy, she looked into the man’s eyes as she held it up to her chest. She slowly circled the tip around her nipple as she began to stroke the toy with a large handful of soap. She flashed a glance down to his torso to see if her teasing was having any effect. While not standing at the rigid peak that it was earlier, she could begin to see the fruits of her labors. The pizza man rubbed the suds up and down her tummy and then around to her back, taking his time to trace his fingers up and down her spine, to her lower back and onto her sexy bottom. He caressed her cheeks, massaging them with his thick, magic fingers. He hugged her tightly from behind, clutching her breasts, his mouth delivering delicate kisses to her neck. Becky could feel his cock resting against her ass – it still wasn’t hard, but she could feel its girth begin to swell. After several moments of this sensual embrace, he instructed her with another of his firm, yet simple demands.

“Sit,” he said, as he motioned toward the tile bench in her oversized shower. Becky did not hesitate as thus far all of his commands had preceded blissful rapture. So she sat, her bare ass pressed up against the cool tile, the tops of her legs simultaneously warmed by the heat of the falling water. The pizza man bent down, giving her a deep kiss, his wet hands caressing the back of her neck. He then brought his lips to her cheek, down to her neck, followed by a trail of light kisses down her chest to her delicate tummy. His hands pulled her hips closer to him. Her crotch was now hanging off the edge of the bench. He positioned the inside of her knees atop his broad shoulders as he looked up at her with a sultry glance.

“Ravish me,” Becky muttered, her mind racing with anticipation. She loved having her pussy eaten. Some guys were better at it than others, but she knew the Pizza Man would not disappoint. Upon hearing the words, he pressed his plump lips directly onto Becky’s exposed clit, kissing and massaging it with his mouth. Becky bucked her hips hard at this first touch, letting out a soft moan. After several torturous kisses, he slowly began sliding his tongue over and around her pleasure zone, alternating between quick flicks and more passionate laps of his thick tongue. His hands moved down to her inner thighs, pressing and squeezing the soft flesh just outside her opening, driving Becky mad with lust. He began to run circles around her puckered clit, every so often pausing to suck on it directly, before releasing moments later.

As he massaged her pussy with his tongue, the pizza man extended his arm to find the toy that Becky was still clutching and pulled it out of her grasp. He ran it down her side and along her thigh, passing it under her leg, each moment getting closer to her delicate opening. He teased the tip right at her entrance, flirting it just inside and out again, all the while maintaining his gentle lapping of her sweet pussy. Becky bucked her hips again, this time in a sign of sexual frustration. “Please,” she begged, as she looked at him with eyes of passion. No sooner did the words escape her lips than did he slide the toy steadily deep inside her. “Mmmmmnnnn” Becky moaned with satisfaction, as she took one hand and firmly grasped the back of his head, pulling his face into her pussy. He did not retreat, sliding his entire mouth over every inch of her wet slit, while rhythmically sliding her toy in and out, building her coming orgasm with each and every thrust.

He began to steadily build the pace of his thrusts, each one seeming to get more intense, as he timed the insertion with a suckle of Becky’s now aching clit. The heat and constant falling water of the shower heightened every touch and kiss. She leaned her head back against the tile wall, now firmly grasping her lover’s head in her hands as if her very life depended on it. Becky closed her eyes and rocked her hips to the rhythm of his thrusting, imagining his hard cock inside her as she enjoyed the sensations generated by his mouth.

“Mmmmhmmm” was the moan that escaped Becky’s lips as her body began to quiver involuntarily at her building climax. At this, her lover increased the rhythm of his thrusts, the firm toy working her pussy like a well oiled machine. Her grip on his head tightened, her body tensed, her breath stilled, her toes curled as he ravished her cunt inside and out. WIth some last intense flicks of his tongue, he sucked firmly directly on Becky’s clit, simultaneously licking its tip on the inside of his mouth. This sent Becky firmly over the edge as she bucked her hips furiously. “Mmm, mmmm,” she moaned, each one intensifying in both pitch and duration. “MMMMMMM” She let out a final exasperating moan as she came relentlessly all over her toy and face of her lover. The Pizza Man gradually slowed his exploring tongue, sending some final waves of torturous pleasure through her body with each tiny flick. Becky released her death grip on his head and collapsed, her body still trembling.

The Pizza Man kissed his way back up Becky’s body, eventually landing on her lips. She could taste her own sweet juices on his mouth. It was intoxicating. He straddled her waist as he kissed her softly, allowing her to fully appreciate the rise of his now erect cock, which pressed against her tummy like a steel rod. She could feel his slick nectar as he moved, clearly aroused by her own ecstasy. He broke his lip lock for a moment. “Are you ready for a proper fucking?”

She nearly came right then and there. She stood up, pushing him backwards slightly and turned around, sandwiching his rod in between her ass cheeks. She turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder as she bent forward at the waist, her hands bracing herself on the tile wall for what was to come. No instruction was needed, but she gave it anyway. “Take me. All of me.”

At that, her lover pressed into her, his throbbing rod eager to finally meet its mate. The falling water made a satisfying “splash” with each thrust as the room was now mostly filled with steam. Becky loved this position, animalistic, the sense of vanquished control. He squeezed her hips with each entry. “More,” Becky whispered. She had no idea if there was more to be had, but evidently there was. The Pizza Man repositioned her slightly, rotating her hips to bring her ass more into the air, allowing his member deeper entry. “Mmmmmm” Becky moaned with satisfaction, her pussy filled with cock at long last. His hands wandered over her back before eventually resting on her upturned ass. He squeezed her there, while he pounded away, eventually placing one thumb just over her puckered asshole. Becky nodded slowly, granting him permission to pleasure her backside. He pressed his thumb firmly against her, the wetness from the shower softening the skin. He didn’t fully enter her, but this pressure right on that bundle of nerves was almost too much pleasure to bear. Almost.

“Mmm, harder” she moaned as she bucked her ass with each thrust. Again, the Pizza Man delivered, pumping his manhood at breakneck speed into her greedy pussy, executing a flurry of thrusts. “Almost… there..” His momentum slowed, but only briefly, before picking up right where he left off, this time squeezing her ass and pressing into her tight rosebud slightly more. Becky’s body tensed, as if frozen in time. “I’m cummmmingggg” she screamed, her body convulsing. With one final slam of his cock, Becky felt him swell inside her, followed by surge after surge of warm cum shooting into her, each pulse sending her more to euphoria than the last.

Becky finally collapsed, her body drained. The Pizza Man sat down behind her and held her snugly in his arms. *This would be a day to remember.*

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