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THE PAPERGIRL”Honey, it’s time for your paper route!””Alright mom! I’m coming!” And Carly Simpson wasn’t k**ding. She was coming, hard. As she spoke to her mother, she had three fingers of one hand jammed up her tight teenage cunt, and she was using the other hand to rub her swollen clit. She stood in front of the full-length dressing mirror on the back of her closet door, and watched herself as she orgasmed. The nipples on her perky tits stood out like bullets, her curly blond hair bounced on her shoulders, and her lithe back arched while her knees buckled with the force of her climax.Finally, she pulled her fingers out and pulled her panties up. Smoothing out her schoolgirl kilt and re-buttoning her blouse – she never wore a bra – she gave herself a smile in the mirror. “Carly, baby, you are hot!” And she bounded out of her room and down the stairs.Her mom was already bundling papers into the carrier bag. At thirty-four – she was only eighteen when she had Carly – Beth Simpson was a pretty hot number herself. She ate right and worked out, and if her hips were a little wider and her breasts were a little less perky, it all just added up to a curvaceousness that was downright sexy. She was dressed in a light yellow summer dress that rode up the backs of her thighs as she bent over the stack of newspapers, coming just shy of revealing her panties. Carly smiled when she saw her mother from behind. “Ooo, Mommy. Shake that thing for me.””Never mind that, young lady. We’re going to be late for your rounds if you don’t give me a hand here, and…” Beth paused and sniffed the air, “Carly! You reek of sex! Have you been upstairs masturbating?””Just getting ready for work, mom. Here, I used this hand.” Carly stuck her still-damp fingers under her mother’s nose and wiggled them about. “Take a nice whiff.””You little tramp. There’s no time for that, now. We’ve got to hit the road.”Beth and her daughter gathered up the rest of the papers and carried them out to the car. Carly loaded the papers into the back seat on the passenger side, and Beth went around to the driver’s seat. As Carly got into the passenger seat, she lifted the hem of her skirt and flashed her little white cotton panties at her mother. “Look mom, they’re still a little wet from when I came. I’ve come three times today while wearing these. I fingered myself in the girl’s room after science class, and Marianne Dobson and I played with each other in Social Studies, while the class was dark for a film.””You’re going to get caught one of these days, and then what’ll you do?””It depends on who catches me. If it’s Miss Trendle, I’ll lick her cunt for her. I’ve seen her looking at me. I always hike my skirt up a little higher didim escort when I go to her class. She totally wants me.”Beth pulled the car around the corner and stopped at the bottom of a driveway. Carly ran out and dropped a newspaper on the doorstep. When she returned to the car, she asked “Where’s our first stop today?”Her mother checked the note pinned to the sun visor. “Number 23. Mrs. Lewis.””Oh good. Mrs. Lewis is easy. I just have to lie there, and she does stuff to me. Last time, I didn’t even have to eat her pussy, she came while she was eating mine.””Well, don’t get lazy. Mrs. Lewis is one of our best customers. Make sure she gets what she wants.”There were a few more regular deliveries before they got to Number 23. At one, Carly stood on the front stoop and flipped her skirt up in back, pulling her panties down and mooning her mother. It was broad daylight on the quiet street, but Beth was pretty sure no one saw. “Damn, that little slut has got a tight ass.”Finally they arrived at the Lewis house. Carly grabbed a newspaper and her ‘special delivery’ bag and headed up to the front door. She rapped the heavy brass knocker once, and heard a muffled “Come in, it’s open,” in response. Turning to give her mother a wave, Carly Simpson entered Number 23.”Hello?” she called as she stepped slowly into the dim front hallway. The curtains in the front room were drawn, and there was the flicker of candlelight playing on the walls. As she rounded the corner, her breath caught in her throat.Emilia Lewis was in her late forties. A thickset woman who battled against fat, Carly had always found the voluptuous Mrs. Lewis to be sexy in her own way. But what she saw today was a changed woman. The housewife was decked out in leather sex gear, including thigh-high boots, garters and a bustier which cupped only the bottom of her full round tits, leaving the nipples exposed. What made Carly gasp, though, was the thick, long dildo jutting out from the woman’s crotch, already glistening.”I’ve been waiting all afternoon for you Carly. Why don’t you come in and visit for a while?”***Beth Simpson circled the car around the block, and pulled over on the side of the road. She flicked on the radio and settled back in the seat. Carly was usually a good hour at the Lewis house. Any longer and Mr. Lewis might get home and catch them. Beth knew Brian Lewis, she had sucked his cock at a neighbourhood party a couple of years ago, and she knew that if he caught her teenage daughter with his wife he’d be as inclined to join in as anything, but Carly didn’t do men.Carly had been only eleven when Beth first caught her masturbating. What really shocked the mother was that Carly hadn’t been escort didim embarrassed at all. “Do you ever do this, Mommy? It feels great. Here let me show you…” and the little girl had lifted her stunned Mother’s skirt and was fingering her twat before she had a chance to react. When Beth had finally protested, Carly had simply asked “What’s the matter, Mommy, don’t you like it?” And Beth had liked it, liked it more than she ever would have imagined.By the end of the week, Beth and Carly were fucking each other with strap-ons on the living room floor, and sleeping in each other’s arms every night. Beth’s husband had been out of the picture since Carly was a toddler, so there was no one to hide their tryst from.At thirteen, Carly had started her paper route, and within just a few weeks, she had confessed to her Mother that she’d eaten the pussy of one of her regular customers, when she called on her to pay her bill. That night, Beth had gone around to the customer’s house, and told the stunned and embarrassed woman that if she wanted the hot little teen to lick her cunt, it was going to cost more than a ten-dollar tip.And so, Beth became her daughter’s pimp. To date they had nearly 30 regular customers, all over the neighbourhood. Some married, some single. Some otherwise straight, some out-and-out lesbian, but all loved getting their regular visit form a teenage hottie. And Carly couldn’t be happier. She was a straight-up lezzy whore, and she was never happier than when her face was buried between a pair of thighs. She could visit a dozen customers in an evening, and still want to fuck her Mom when she got home. And that was fine with Beth.***Back at Number 23, Carly hadn’t even had time to get undressed. She was laying face down across the ottoman, with her little plaid skit pushed up around her waist, her tight cotton panties pulled down around her knees, and Mrs. Lewis’ strap-on Dildo slamming in and out of her little pussy like a jack hammer.Carly couldn’t be more shocked. Mrs. Lewis was usually one of her more sedate customers, but tonight she was a woman possessed. As the long hard plastic cock drove in and out of her, the older woman reached forward and began tweaking the teens nipples. “You like it, don’t you, you little slut? Has anyone ever fucked you this hard? Does your Mommy fuck like this?””Oh, Mrs. Lewis, please…” Carly took a gamble. The housewife seemed to want to play the agressor tonight. Maybe she would like a little role-play from Carly. “…I’m just a young girl. What are you doing to me?””I’m giving you what you deserve, whore. I’ve seen you traipsing around in your short skirts and tight blouses. I know what you want. Now, if you’re a didim escort bayan good girl, you’ll lie there and take it.”Bingo, thought Carly. She’s trying out being dominant. Well, here we go, “Oh, please Mrs. Lewis, don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want. But your big hard cock is too much for my little pussy to take. Please, Mrs. Lewis, I beg you, let me go.”Mrs. Lewis had hold of each of the teenager’s tits now, and was slamming the dildo in and out as hard as she could. Her hips were mashing up against the teens hot little ass, and her own pussy was dripping wet. “And what will you do if I let you go?””Anything you want, Mrs. Lewis. I’ll do ANYTHING.””Oh God! Oh God!” The older woman screamed as she came, drilling the plastic cock into the ravaged teenage cunt. Without pausing, she unsnapped the harness for the dildo, and lay back on the plush carpet of the living room. “Eat me, you little bitch! Eat my cunt!”Still with the dildo jammed inside her, Carly spun around on her knees and plunged her face between the older womans legs. Emilia Lewis was drenched in pussy juice already, and in the throws of a prolonged orgasm, but when the wet teen tongue hit her clit she spasmed anew. She grabbed Carly’s head and shoved her as hard as she could against her cunt. Carly rammed a couple of fingers up the woman’s slot, and sucked on her clit for all she was worth. A few strokes was all it took, and Mrs. Lewis was completely over the edge. Her back arched, her legs twitched and she let out a long, low shuddering moan. It seemed to go on a long time, during which Carly held stock-still, with her lips still clamped around the clit, and her fingers still deep in the pussy. Finally, Mrs. Lewis lay still.Calmly, Carly stood and removed her clothing properly. She set the dildo aside, and lay down on the floor next to the older woman. Without a word, she leaned over and gave Mrs. Lewis a long, deep french kiss. Emilia’s hands came up and as she returned the kiss, she began to caress and fondle the taught young body in her arms. There was no aggression anymore, just a loving sensual embrace. They made out like this for a long time, caressing, kissing, sucking nipples and gently fingering one another. Eventually, it was time for Carly to go.Still naked, Emilia Lewis went to the closet and got her purse. She counted out bills as Carly got dressed again. “Same as usual, hon?””Yes, Mrs. Lewis. And $16.50 for the paper delivery this month.””Right, of course. You know, I don’t even read that damn thing.””It’s funny, Mrs. Lewis. A lot of my customers say that.”Carly took the money, gave the woman a last, long kiss, and headed out the door. Her mother was just pulling up at the end of the driveway. The teen got in the car, leaned over, and gave her mother a wet kiss on the cheek. “That was hot, Mom. I’ll tell you about it while we head to the next house.””Good dear. We’ve got four more Special Deliveries tonight.”END

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