The Lucky Paper Boy

It was just another boiling hot day in Strangetown, and Payton Wade was once again delivering papers. The Ramsays were on vacation, so he hadn’t had a second chance at Jessica or her daughter. He was feeling angry and cagey, and as he avoided the Oldies’ bitter biting poodle, he debated whipping it out and rubbing out a quick one right there in the middle of the deserted street. It was early in the morning, and he doubted anyone would see him, or say anything if they did. Strangetown was odd like that.
He checked his call-sheet and saw that he’d have to hand-deliver the paper to his next house. It wasn’t so much a house as an enormous and out-of-place mansion and he figured it’d be crammed full of ugly old antique furniture and owned by the biggest, ugliest old broad. He did a lot of figuring while he was out throwing newspapers, and he was usually right.
However, when the woman answered the door naked, Payton figured he was having another one of those ‘special’ dreams the Sex-Ed teacher had been going on about, because certainly no one in Strangetown was weird enough to answer the door bare-ass naked in real life. Not that he really minded dreaming about his job or the naked woman; she was trim with caramel-colored skin, small-but-jiggly tits and glossy black hair.
Then a second woman came to the door. She was the color of café au lait with enormous thighs and great big breasts; her nipples were erect and she was smiling at him. Her bush was thick and curly and dark. She gestured for him to come in, and he strolled in, grinning like an idiot and thinking this was the best dream ever.
The dream-notion disappeared when he received a hard pinch to his left butt-cheek. It had come from a petite redhead with perky and obviously fake boobs; she was pale and the tattoo above her labia read ‘Caution: Slippery Slope’.
“Hey there Paper-Boy.” She said with a low and slow drawl. “You’ve got a great ass.”
“My name’s—” he started, but the black woman cut him off.
“We don’t really care. Our hubby’s gone to work and we’re feelin’ the itch that fingers can’t scratch.” Her voice was rough but sweet.
“We don’t need names, just attention.” The woman who had answered the door said. “I’m hoping you’ll oblige.”
Payton already had his pants down around his ankles by the time she’d finished her sentence. His cock was rock-hard, the tip faintly purple and glistening already. “I live to serve.” He started to add a smart-ass remark, but before he could, he found himself flat on his back with his cock in one pussy, a second pussy in his face, and his fingers up the third.

He had no idea what the hell was going on, so being the genial and obscenely lucky guy he was, he went along with it. He pumped his hips, feeling huge meaty thighs squeeze his sides; he opened his mouth and jammed his tongue into the wet coral folds in front of his face, reaching with his free hand to play with a bouncy pair of breasts; he curled his fingers and waited for the screams of satisfaction to start.

Time stopped, the women traded places, and Payton started getting sore. He’d eaten and fingered the sweet pussy, the salty pussy, and the sour pussy; every time he got ready to blow his load, one of the crazy naked bitches grabbed his cock and made him stop. He was aware of another person joining the party, and dimly wondered if it were the incredibly-auspicious-and-apparently-virile ‘Hubby’.
He heard a high-pitched mewling, and it took him a couple of minutes to sort out the sound from all the moaning and sighing and dull slap-smack-slap of wet flesh-on-flesh; it was him, and he was begging for it to stop. He never figured himself for a beggar; but then again, he’d never had to deal with three nymphos all at once.
Payton was rolled onto his stomach and dragged roughly upward, until he was on his hands and knees. He felt the head of his cock go into an eagerly sucking mouth at the same time two thick fingers tried to probe his asshole. “WHOA—” he started to protest before someone grabbed his head and shoved it against their pussy. He was suffocating and there was a thick fleshy rod slowly but surely inching its way up his ass.
It felt weird; hot and fleshy, and he wondered how gay guys handled it. The pussy came away from his face and the hands let go of his head; he turned his head as far back as he could and saw a skinny white body attached to a good-sized cock.
Despite the weirdness of the depravity, the long-abated orgasm was building in his balls, and the mouth working furiously on his dick wasn’t letting up. He cringed as hot jizz rolled into and then out of his ass as the guy got off. It didn’t stop him from coming; he felt the mouth leave his cock and half-hoped he’d given whatever crazy nympho bitch was down there a full-fledged facial.

Payton was then roughly dressed and pushed out the door, dazed and certain only that whatever the hell happened to him, he was never hand-delivering another fucking paper in his life. He was, however, pleased with the fact that he’d get to add another four notches to his bed-post. He wouldn’t let a guy fuck him again, but that lay was still a lay.