The note consisted simply of an address and three words: Saturday morning anytime. It was the insurance company envelope that clued me in as to whose address it might be.

I had been planning on going fishing, but that could wait until the afternoon if need be.

The adventure of the professional conference was fully a month behind us, and I wondered what Anita's opinion of all that was. I had left her kid sister and friend drenched in cum on the elevator as I left the hotel. I wouldn't have been too surprised if I never heard anything from the three of them again. Worse yet, they might report me to someone.

Perhaps this was a reckoning of some sort for that episode-and possibly others? Then again, it might, just might, be another opportunity to get some of the best sex I had ever experienced. An opportunity to step aside from the teaching role and just enjoy someone who knew exactly what to do and how to do it without instruction.

Running errands on a Saturday morning were routine in our household. No big deal to get up, slip some jeans and a T-shirt on, throw some socks and shoes on. Head out the door for parts unknown. Well, at least not cared about by the spouse. She had her life, I had mine.

The address was in an unfamiliar part of town, which I felt good about. I wouldn't want my neighbors randomly showing up and seeing me with another woman would I? If something random like that were to occur, let it be truly random. Not too many people would be up this early anyway. On a damp, humid morning like this one people would sleep in, stay in the air conditioning if they didn't sleep in.

There was nothing remarkable about the house in appearance. A small ranch style home in the middle of a block on a street named for a species of tree. Suburbia. Perhaps not as nice an area as my home was located in, but nice nevertheless. Brown roof, orange-rust brick construction. Some bushes out front.

I knocked on the door at 8:30 a.m. I was hoping that by 8:45 my cock would be knocking on her vaginal door.

I was aware that she had a child living with her. What if the child were around? Would I be introduced as "Uncle Milo" or something? Little kids in their innocence accept that at face value, but when they get a little older they figure out that ol' Uncle Milo was servicing their mom.

I kept thinking "special delivery" and smiled as I thought about that series on the internet where the pizza guys are delivering. Except there's a hole in the sausage and box, so the beautiful young customer opens the box to see a huge cock awaiting her. Not this time, I knew. Too early for pizza.

I knocked again when the first got no response. It was very quiet in the house, and in that entire neighborhood for that matter. Somewhere a few blocks away a dog barked once. Then I heard it. A rustling sound from inside the house. I imagined it was the sound of bare feet shuffling across the carpet. I anticipated a small child greeting me at the door with a bowl of Cheerios in one hand and a TV remote in the other.

The door opened and there stood Anita, wiping the sleep out of her eyes. I had shown up way too early.

"I'm sorry, I should have waited to call," I apologized.

"No, come in. It was time I got up anyway," and she motioned me into the foyer.

It was a nice house. Small but roomy enough for a single mom. From the toys I saw in the corner I made the assumption that the child was female.

"Maybe I should go, I don't want to wake the little person" I said, attempting to excuse myself.

"She's at her Dad's place this weekend. That's why I wrote Saturday on the note." Well of course it was.

Anita was wearing a pale green cotton robe. Her feet were bare, and the polish on her toes was fading. Probably red when applied several days before. The same was true of her fingernails. Her hair was held back off her face by a headband which was pink and about two inches wide. She yawned.

"I'll put some coffee on-you drink coffee right-and while that's brewing I'll get dressed," she said.

I followed her into the kitchen. Her ass wiggled in the cotton robe as I walked behind her. A far cry from the classy evening gown at the 4 Star hotel a month before, but not so far from that 3 foot wide pool of fluids we had left.

"We're okay from the hotel thing aren't we?" I asked.

"What's that got to do with anything?" she replied, snagging the coffee from the refrigerator. "Oh, that elevator stunt was all Judy and Heather could talk about on the way back home. That was the highlight of the trip for them."

She placed a filter in the coffee basket and put two scoops of coffee into the basket. Replacing it in her coffee maker she pressed start.

"Now that should take 10 minutes, just enough time for me to go and get fixed up a little bit. Then we can begin some 'policy' work."

She turned to leave the kitchen and began to walk away. That ass wiggled at me again.

I caught her arm, stopping her. I turned her to me and pulled her in.

"No, I haven't even brushed my teeth yet," she smiled.

My hands both found her wiggly ass through the cotton robe and I groped each ass cheek.

"I want to look a little nicer for you when we fuck," she said, pleading with me to release her. "I'm all frumpy looking" she pleaded.

"There's nothing frumpy about this sweet little ass," I said, kissing her on the mouth.

Her tongue shot into my mouth like a large predatory snake. It hissed and coiled around my tongue and tonsils, licked the back and front of my teeth.

I spread her robe apart. She was wearing a little string-strap cotton nightshirt and matching boxer-style shorts. Her little nipples were standing at attention and her breasts jiggled as I touched them.

Her hand found the rough hem of my zipper and I heard the hoarse call of my fly being yanked down slowly and forcefully. My cock had already slithered out the flap of my underpants. He burst out as the zipper came open.

Her faded red nails traced the outline of my dick head.

I yanked her pajama bottom off of her and picked her up.

I set her on the countertop and spread her legs for access.

"Time for some breakfast" I declared.

I licked my finger and inserted it into her cunt. I swirled it around for a moment and then licked it clean. I drove my face into her cunt, tickling her vaginal lips with my tongue. She pulled my face firmly into her cunt, and my nose began to enter her. I remained like that for as long as I could hold my breath, and then backed off a step.

I dropped my pants and took jeans and underwear off. I had to struggle to get the jockey shorts past my throbber.

"Special delivery, breakfast treat" I said as my cock and I stepped into her open pussy.

I rocked her pussy for a few moments like that, until she was moaning good and loud, her breaths coming in short little bursts. Then I pulled my throbber out, and setting her on her feet. leaned her face-first over the diningroom table.

I got up under her, entered her cunt from behind and lift-fucked her slowly. Her whole body rising on her tiptoes as my cock grew in circumfrence inside her and slowly went in and almost out of her. I felt her squeeze her legs together, clamp her cunt muscles tighter. Now my breathes were coming in short bursts.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy.

When she found her voice, it was just to utter "Uh-uh-uh-mmm-uh!"

"Are you ready for a gallon?" I said, kissing the back of her neck.

"Yes-uh-uh"

"Here you go!" as I said it, I lifted her off her feet entirely and fired my load into her. It ran slowly back down onto my cock as I continued to thrust into her. Hard. She was screaming now.

"My kind of special delivery" she said as she knelt down and licked all the cum off my cock.

The buzzer for the coffee went off. We had finished the first course of breakfast in something just less than 10 minutes. Long enough to do the job, but not nearly long enough to enjoy fully.

As we had our second cup of coffee she announced that we were having company at 10:30 a.m. It was 9:30 now. She wanted me to meet her friend Sue.

"Is this a good idea?" I said, thinking the fewer people knew I was screwing her, let alone that I was there that morning, the better.

"Someone does you a favor, you pass that favor along, right?"

She ended the conversation effectively by collecting her cum-soaked pajama pants and leaving the room.

"Hang out, read a magazine and drink some more coffee," she called out from her bedroom. "Leave me alone until I'm ready, and I mean it!"

So much for getting some poong-tang in the shower.

After 45 minutes she emerged, bathed, dressed and made-up for the day. Her hair was up, pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. Speaking of tight buns, her ass was contained in a tight pair of tan shorts. Her legs bare down to where short socks peeked out of her loafers. On top she wore a striped tank top, the thin blue and red stripes crossing her horizontally, and her tits held high and outward by what I was guessing would be a "wonder" bra. Her thin lips were painted a vivid red, her eyes had brown shadow. Above her eye-lashes were groomed and coated lightly with brown as well.

If she had stirred my stick an hour before-actually I was the one stirring her honeypot-when she was "frumpy," she positively made my cock jump out of my pants now.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Good enough to eat," I said, moving toward her. My hand reached for the front of her shorts.

"Not now," she said, moving away. "Sit and behave," she called back to me as she went into the kitchen.

She cleaned up the coffee maker, putting on a new pot, and then began to clean the countertop and diningroom table.

"Shit, I'm going to have to mop this floor," she called out to me. I looked at the dried pool of bodily fluids on her kitchen floor. When it was wet it had been inside my testicles I thought.

The air smelled like cum in that part of the house. Soon the smell of Anita's perfume mixed with the smell of hardcore sex. It was a strange sweet aroma.

She produced a can of air freshener and sprayed the kitchen and livingroom thoroughly.

"I'm not sure that Lysol is a turn on for me," I joked.

"Shut up," she said, giving me a dirty look.

15 minutes later we were talking across the room from one another. Small talk really, about weather, jobs, insurance, when we heard a knock on the door.

"This will be Sue," she announced.

A slender woman came in, slightly taller than Anita, her hair a few shades lighter brown than our hostess. As had become my habit over the years I appraised her physical characteristics. Blue eyes, not as common but attractive for a brunette. Full set of tits, probably 36s and my guess was C cup. Curvy figure, full hips. What was it that the guys said when I was a kid? "more cushion for the pushin'"? Her legs were shapley as well. After this quick appraisal I checked the one item which vetoed all others if present. Damn it! She was wearing a wedding ring.

I introduced myself as a client of Anita's insurance firm and explained that due to my hours I had dropped by to call on Anita professionally. Sue's eyes indicated that she was listening to every word. If she knew I was lying she didn't give herself away.

While Anita poured coffee in the kitchen, Sue and I fell into smalltalk. I learned what she did for a living. What her husband did for a living. Sue learned what I did for a living as well. When we got to the subject of hobbies I mentioned that I liked to fish. That was something she was very interested in learning to do.

Where was Anita with the coffee?

Would I mind showing her how to fish sometime, Sue asked. "No, not at all" I said. It seemed harmless enough. I somehow thought she would change her mind the first time she baited her hook with a nightcrawler though.

Finally the coffee came, and the ladies launched into a 15 minute dialog on neighborhood happenings. I sat and quietly sipped my coffee, totally lost to their line of conversation.

When they had discussed all worth discussing from neighborhood events Sue rose and headed for the door. She indicated that she had enjoyed meeting me, and that perhaps she would take me up on teaching her to fish sometime. I indicated that I would look forward to seeing her land her first big fish. Kissing Anita on the cheek she left, dodging the raindrops which were beginning to fall.

Anita closed the door firmly. She laughed to herself.

I noted the amused look and asked "what's so funny?"

"It was an analogy she was using."

"Oh, I guess I missed it," I said.

"Fishing," Anita said.

We settled back on opposite sides of the room. I was still working on how and why fishing was an analogy.

"I feel I should tell you something," she began. She had my attention, I was prepared for anything actually.

"Judy is dating someone her own age now. I hope that doesn't disappoint you too much?"

Actually, it did and it didn't disappoint me. Yes I expected it to happen, but no I didn't like the thought of someone else plowing that sweet beaver.

"Your lovelife will slow down a little I think," Anita said. I wasn't too disappointed, having just screwed this woman all over the kitchen. Besides, there were a few women that Anita was unaware of my time having sexed.

"You'll like Sue."

"I got the impression that Sue is married to a guy named Jimmy," I stated.

"He's an asshole," she said. "Too busy with his job and his buddies to give her any attention. He won't even discuss having children."

"Oh," was all that I could think to say. Pretty pitiful.

Then a thought came to me.

"Are you replacing Judy with Sue for me?"

"Well, that wasn't the plan but."

"You're not making money off my sex drive are you?" I joked.

"No!" she shouted, pretending to be insulted.

"Because I'd want to know what my compensation from you would be," I said seriously.

"What could I pay you for having sex with my friend?"

"How about this," I suggested, walking over to her, taking her in my arms and kissing the red lips. Again her tongue darted about my mouth. Then she broke off.

"I'll be right back" she said.

She went to a door and opened it. As she went through I could see she had gone into the garage. A moment later she returned carrying something rolled up.

"Move the coffee table," she directed. She then unrolled a heavy plastic mat onto her livingroom floor. "I don't want to replace carpet, and I don't trust you in my kingsize bed."

Kingsize beds. When you're in a hotel they're a playground for your sex organs. At home they are a vast desert in which two people can sleep and never come into contact. Having trashed that bed together at that conference, I understood her reluctance to let me in her bed.

She stepped back to me. "Where were we?"

I slid the straps down and sucked her slender shoulders, working my way to her throat and neck. She started to put her hair down from the bun but I stopped her. "I already screwed you with your hair down today."

Her freshly painted red nails unsnapped my pants and I felt her left hand go down wrist deep into my jockey shorts. Her hand emerged containing what looked like a python. It was my engorged cock, and it looked happy.

"I am liking my compensation" I said.

"I know what a man likes," Anita said, dropping to her knees and engulfing my cock in her red mouth. Soon there were red smudges on my balls as she deep-throated me.

"Mmmm-mmm-oooh-mmmm" she murmured. Catching her breath and pulling my cock out of her mouth for an instant she said "fuck my throat, stand over me and plunge your sausage down my fucking throat!" Then she was deepthroating again. She lay back on the plastic, and I stepped directly over her and plunged straigt down her open mouth.

I turned around, still plumbing her throat with my plumber's favorite tool. I leaned down and undid her shorts. She wiggled out of the shorts and I lay down on her, my dick still imbedded in her throat, and began to lick at the corners of her satin panties. They were already wet with her juices, and I added my saliva to the fabric. I wrestled the panties off of her.

Back behind me, below me, I was still hearing the wonderful sound of my cock being sucked.

"Mmmm-oh-mmm," I felt her tongue licking every inch and her lips and gums clamping onto me.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth," she said, coming up for air.

"Eventually," I said, wondering if I'd have enough endurance to last as long as I wanted to last.

I pulled her up, disgorging my cock from her tonsils. I turned her around on her knees, directing her to place her hands out front. Then I stood behind her, and lifting her butt into the air, entered her anal cavity with my throbbing cock.

She was tight, but as my throbber moved into her there was a sudden gush of lubrication. She moaned loudly.

"Oh shit! It feels like its in my stomach!"

"Do you like that Baby?" I asked on the out-stroke.

"Ram it in there! Ram it! Ram it-ram me with that cock!" She cried. "Holy shit-are you getting bigger inside of me?"

I think I was. Not longer but wider. She was tight again. She licked a finger and stuck it back to where the base of my cock was entering her. My balls slammed against her white cheeks. I was holding her legs like the handles of a wheelbarrow, thrusting my cock into her with the weight of my body.

"Uh,uh,uh,uh, mother-fucker that's good! Uh,uh,uh,ooooh" she said and I felt the internal convulsion of her orgasm. It squeezed my cock to the point of pain, but she was the one screaming. When it released I pulled out of her ass hole, and rolling her to the side and onto her back, knelt with my cock inches from her face.

She took me in her mouth, sealing her smeared lips around my cock as toghtly as she could.

I did all the heavy work, and in a moment I felt my own internal convulsion as I filled her mouth with cum. Her eyes watered, but she didn't unclench my cock until she had swallowed every drop of white protein.

She made me lunch then, and we lay on the plastic mat, eating sandwiches while she necked with me and I finger-fucked her until 2:00 p.m.

"Here's your tip for delivering," she said as she walked me to the door. She knelt briefly and kissed the tip of my resting cock.