Hot Deliveries with Mature Women from the Neighborhood

In that neighborhood, a rumor was going around that was far too specific to be mere gossip. They weren’t talking about the handsomest deliveryman or the friendliest one, but about the sweaty big guy who always climbed out of the van with his shirt plastered to his body and his eyes lowered. Damián had too many pounds, not enough confidence, and was embarrassed to take his clothes off in front of just anyone, but he had something the female customers discussed on the phone, at the bakery, and even in the beauty salon: a gigantic cock and stamina that left more than one of them trembling.

He worked making deliveries for a local supermarket. His coworker, Bruno, was his perfect opposite: broad shoulders, a hard stomach, a cocky smile, and the kind of body that attracted attention the moment he walked into a building. The boss didn’t understand why, even so, certain orders came with precise instructions. Have Damián bring it up. No, not the other one. The chubbier one. In time, he stopped asking.

Damián understood. He understood every time an adult female customer opened the door wearing a dress that was too sheer or a robe that was badly closed. He understood when they touched his hand while taking the change and prolonged the caress. And he suffered from it too, because other people’s lust didn’t erase his own insecurity. He always thought that, once they saw his sagging belly and the soft man-boobs of a sedentary man, they would lose interest. It almost never happened.

That midday, the first unusual order was for Celia, a widow from the building on the corner. She was a large, fleshy woman, with an enormous chest, broad hips, and a shameless way of looking at him that made Damián feel as if he were already naked before he had even set the bags on the floor. In the order notes, she had expressly asked the deliveryman to carry her groceries up to the kitchen because she was alone and couldn’t handle so much weight.

When Celia opened the door, she was wearing a white nightgown so thin that the fabric clung to her nipples and barely concealed the volume of her tits. Damián felt his pants tighten instantly. He lowered his gaze, tried to concentrate on the bottles, the cans, anything at all, but those hard nipples pushing against the fabric had him hypnotized.

—Come in, leave everything on the counter —she said, stepping aside slowly—. Would you like something to drink?

Damián swallowed. He looked her in the face, then at her cleavage, and back at her face without managing to pretend he was decent.

—Excuse me… I can’t stop looking at your breasts.

Celia smiled as if she had been waiting for exactly that sentence.

—Then don’t pretend. If you pull out your cock, I’ll take off my nightgown.

The silence buzzed in his ears. Damián set the last bag on the table, lowered his zipper with clumsy hands, and freed his cock, still only half-hard but already thick enough to attract anyone’s attention. Celia stared at it without blinking, bit her lip, and shook her head.

—No. All of it. Get completely naked.

Damián obeyed. He was embarrassed to show his drooping belly, enormous thighs, and soft skin, but his arousal was already overcoming everything else. When he was naked, Celia pulled the nightgown over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her tits hung heavy and round, with large, dark areolas, and Damián lunged at them as if he had been dreaming of that moment for years.

He buried his face between her breasts and caught one nipple in his mouth. He sucked it hungrily, licking it and barely biting it, feeling the woman moan above him. Celia held his head and lifted one breast with her hand to offer it to him more easily.

—That’s it, chubby… suck them properly. I want to feel that mouth on my nipples.

Damián obeyed without speaking. He suckled one nipple while his hand squeezed the other breast, kneading all that abundant flesh. His cock finished hardening, stiff and hot, pointing upward against his belly. Celia grabbed it with both hands and let out a deep moan when she felt its thickness.

—Fuck… no wonder they talk about you.

She knelt with effort in front of him and brought her mouth to the tip. First she licked around it slowly, tasting him. Then she opened her lips wider and swallowed the head until she had taken the whole thing inside. Damián let out a hoarse moan. He felt the woman’s tongue sweeping over his glans, the heat of that mature, wet mouth taking him in with an eagerness that made his knees tremble.

—I want a sixty-nine —he murmured, surprising himself by saying it.

—Then lie down and eat me like you really know how.

They went to the bed. Damián let himself fall onto his back, and Celia, panting with desire, positioned herself over his face, spreading herself with her hands to offer him her pussy. It was swollen and wet, her thick lips shining with arousal. He pushed his nose between her thighs and ran his tongue from her entrance to her clitoris, slowly at first, savoring her. At the same time, she swallowed half his cock in one go and almost gagged.

Damián grabbed her ass with both hands. It was big, soft, and easy to handle. He squeezed it while licking in circles, sucking her clitoris and pushing his tongue between her wet folds. Celia moved over his mouth, rubbing herself shamelessly, letting strings of fluid fall onto the man’s chin. Every time she took more of his cock down her throat, she gagged, and that made him even harder.

—Don’t stop… don’t stop, asshole —she stammered, pulling his cock from her lips for a second so she could speak—. You’re driving me crazy.

Damián doubled his pace. He sucked her clitoris, then pushed his tongue as deep inside her as he could and returned to the sensitive spot with quick taps. Celia trembled above him. Her pussy contracted, released a warm gush over his mouth, and kept shaking while she drained herself with increasingly high-pitched moans.

He moved her away from his face before he ran out of air, turned her roughly, and left her at the edge of the bed with her ass toward him. Celia opened her legs on her own, soaked. Damián pulled her buttocks apart and saw the entrance to her pussy throbbing. He spat on his hand, moistened the tip of his cock, and placed it between her lips.

—Put it in already —she ordered—. Don’t keep me waiting.

Damián pushed. The head disappeared, then the thick shaft slowly forced her open, wrenching a hoarse cry from her. Celia gripped the sheets and thrust her ass backward to swallow more of him. When she had taken him all the way in, they both remained still for a second, feeling the brutal tightness.

—Fuck… you fill me completely.

He began to thrust. Short at first, measuring the space. Then harder, making both their flesh bounce with every blow. The sound was wet and heavy. His thighs struck the backs of Celia’s legs while one hand busied itself spanking her ass. Her skin was marked red by the third slap, and the woman answered with an almost animal moan.

—That’s it… harder. Fuck me hard, you son of a bitch.

Damián fucked her angrily. He grabbed her hips, sinking his fingers into that flabby flesh, and sped up until he lost any elegant rhythm and was left with nothing but brute force. On one thrust, his wet cock slipped out of her pussy and slid lower, brushing against her ass. Celia, instead of complaining, reached one hand behind her and spread herself wider.

—There. Do it there. Don’t stop now.

Damián spit on her hole, rubbed the tip, and pressed. Her anus yielded little by little, tight and burning. He grunted when he felt it swallow him. Celia let out a scream and began moving her ass against him, asking for more with her body as she demanded it with her voice.

—Yes, asshole, wreck my ass. That’s it. Like that.

The rocking became savage. Damián clung to her hips and pumped with all the strength he had, feeling the tight ring squeeze his cock. Celia roared, coming again without stopping him from taking her from behind. When he couldn’t hold out any longer, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded inside her ass with long, heavy spasms, feeling his cum pour out in thick pulses.

He was left panting, his belly pressed against her sweaty back. Celia gave a satisfied laugh when he withdrew and a thread of semen ran between her buttocks.

—Those bitches weren’t exaggerating —she said, still trembling—. Come back whenever you want.

Damián dressed in silence. He liked fucking, but after coming, that mute awkwardness always returned, that need to escape before he thought too much. He gathered his clothes, avoided looking at himself in the bedroom mirror, and left without promising anything.

***

That same afternoon, another customer had called with a different idea. Verónica, a brunette in her late forties, with a toned waist, firm ass, and the face of a self-assured milf, wanted Bruno to come. She was turned on by that kind of gym-built man who knew he was hot. When she opened the door, she was wearing only a tank top and a tiny thong that concealed nothing important.

Bruno got hard as soon as he saw her. He left the bags on the floor, and she approached slowly, running her palm over his hard chest.

—Let’s see if those muscles are good for anything besides posing —she said with half a smile.

She kissed him without waiting for an answer. She pulled his shirt down, took it over his head, and began licking his torso, traveling over his pecs, nipples, and stomach. Bruno let her, delighted. When Verónica lowered his pants and freed a rather modest but stiff cock, she took it naturally and put the whole thing in her mouth. She sucked quickly, with practice, without pointless games.

It didn’t take long. Bruno came in less than a minute with an embarrassed moan, spilling onto the woman’s tongue. Verónica swallowed and looked at him with a mixture of mockery and patience.

—Well. First round. Now it’s my turn.

She took off her thong, spread her legs on the sofa, and pointed to her wet pussy.

—Don’t stop until I come.

Bruno obediently lowered himself. He had desire and willingness, though not much technique. Licking aimlessly, he received a couple of corrections murmured into his ear. Verónica held his hair and guided his mouth to her clitoris, showing him the rhythm, teaching him how to suck, where to press, and when to ease off. The boy learned quickly when he had a woman between his legs telling him exactly what she wanted.

—Wet one finger… and put it in my ass.

Bruno obeyed. He moistened her anus with saliva, slid a finger in carefully, and felt her open around it amid deeper moans. While he continued sucking her pussy, he began moving the finger inside her, slowly at first and then more firmly. Verónica squeezed her thighs around his head and ended up coming into his mouth, wet and disheveled, staining his chin and chest.

By then he was hard again. Verónica sat him on the sofa and mounted him, lowering herself slowly until she impaled herself. She rode him expertly, moving her hips to get the most out of a cock that was not notable for its size. Bruno watched her, fascinated, touching her tits and panting as if that woman had brought him into a world he was only beginning to understand.

He came again soon. Verónica huffed, not entirely unsatisfied, but not full either. She lay him down, put her pussy on his face again, and sucked his cock until she got it ready once more. When she felt that he had recovered his hardness, she got on all fours on the sofa and turned her head.

—Spank me and fuck me from behind. This time, last longer.

Bruno did it. He gave her a couple of sharp smacks that reddened her skin, then penetrated her with one thrust. Verónica clenched her teeth. The boy had strength and desire, and although he wasn’t the neighborhood’s prodigy, he knew how to give her a decent fuck. He fucked her until she came again, with deep moans and her ass moving backward to receive him better. Only then did he empty himself inside her pussy, exhausted.

He dressed quickly and left satisfied. Verónica lay sprawled on the sofa, breathing deeply. She had enjoyed herself, yes, but her curiosity continued to itch. For weeks she had been hearing about the other deliveryman, the shy fat guy with the beast’s cock and tireless tongue. After that appetizer, she wanted the main course.

She picked up the phone and called the supermarket.

—I need a few things as soon as possible —she said—. And I’d prefer the other deliveryman to bring them.

The man on the other end asked no questions. He was already used to it.

***

Half an hour later, Damián rang Verónica’s doorbell with two bags more than necessary to justify the urgency. She opened the door almost naked, with a short towel tied barely above her breasts. The moisture on her skin and her loose hair suggested a recent shower, although she had been waiting for him for quite some time.

—Sorry, I was getting ready —she said, stepping aside.

Damián entered with his heart racing. She was different from Celia: firmer, more calculating, with a clear confidence in her gaze. More demanding too, he thought. He felt his cock harden inside his pants before setting the bags on the table.

Verónica came close enough to nearly press herself against his body.

—They told me you’re a real bastard —she murmured—. I want to find out if it’s true.

Damián tried to smile nervously.

—You’ll have to be the one to say.

The woman didn’t answer. She grabbed his face and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She kissed hungrily, without a lady’s delicacy. Damián responded as best he could, surprised by how well they fit together. She slipped a hand between his legs, and when she touched the bulge, her eyes widened further.

—Fuck… let’s see that.

She pulled his shirt over his head. Damián felt his usual embarrassment again at showing his soft torso, the big man-boobs, and heavy belly. But Verónica did not back away. She squeezed his chest with both hands, moved down over his stomach, and unbuttoned his pants. When she pulled the fabric down and his cock sprang free, thick and completely hard, she let out an incredulous whistle.

—Now I understand everything.

She grabbed it with both hands and could barely encompass it. She moved it slowly, feeling its hardness, the prominent vein, the weight. Then she tilted her head and licked the tip with a provocative slowness that made Damián tremble. When she put the glans in her mouth, she had to open much wider than usual. She sucked, lowered herself as far as she could, and came back up with her lips tight around him, leaving a shining thread of saliva hanging down.

She gave him a long, serious blowjob, concentrating on keeping the rhythm and taking more and more of him. Damián panted, looking down, fascinated by that woman on her knees battling his cock as if it were a challenge she intended to win. Verónica became so aroused by the simple act of sucking him that she ended up rubbing her thighs together and moaning with her mouth full.

—You, on the sofa —she ordered, standing—. I want that tongue.

She lay on her back, spread her legs, and pointed to her pussy. It was very wet, with swollen lips and her clitoris peeking out. Damián knelt between her thighs and attacked immediately, without asking for instructions. He licked from underneath, pushed his tongue deep, pulled it out to suck her clitoris, and plunged it back in with a voracious rhythm. Verónica opened her mouth, genuinely surprised this time.

—Fuck… yes… like that…

Damián grabbed her thighs and continued. It wasn’t elegant, but it was effective: face buried, tongue firm, noisy mouth, sucking without pause. Verónica began coming far too quickly. She arched over the sofa and let out an orgasm that shook her entire belly, wetting his face. He did not pull away. He kept licking while she moaned and writhed, dragging another shorter and more intense climax out of her right after the first.

She moved him away just enough to breathe. Her chest was rising and falling, her nipples hard, and her legs still trembling. She looked him in the eyes with a crooked smile.

—Fuck me.

Damián turned her without ceremony, put her on all fours on the sofa, and spread her legs wider. He caught sight of her ass, reddened by the spanks Bruno had given her earlier. The idea of continuing the job aroused him even more. He spat into his palm, moistened his cock, and rubbed it between Verónica’s pussy lips, already so wet that it slipped in on its own.

—You like it hard, don’t you? —he murmured.

—Yes. Stop talking and put it in.

He pushed slowly at first. His thickness forced her open visibly. Verónica let out a long whimper and gripped the back of the sofa tightly. Damián kept entering until he reached the bottom, inch by inch, enjoying the way her pussy swallowed him under pressure. When he was completely inside, she screamed and threw her head back.

—Fuck… you’re splitting me open.

He began with slow, heavy thrusts, withdrawing almost completely before sinking back in. Every time his cock entered, the sofa creaked and Verónica’s body bounced forward. Damián slapped her ass sharply. Then again. The skin of her butt turned red and hot beneath his hand.

—More —she asked hoarsely—. Harder, asshole.

Damián obeyed. He stopped measuring and began fucking her the way he truly knew how: with strength, persistence, and hunger. The sound of sex became obscene and wet, accompanied by the slaps of his belly against the woman’s buttocks. Verónica came again and again on his cock, her pussy tightening in waves, but he kept pounding her without easing up.

—Don’t stop… don’t stop… I’m coming… again…

Damián grabbed her hair, arched her back farther, and slipped a hand between her legs to rub her clitoris while he penetrated her. Verónica lost control. She screamed, shook, and was left almost hanging over the sofa, emptied by a brutal orgasm. He did not pull out. He kept driving into her with deep strokes until he felt she could barely hold herself up.

When he felt her go limp, nearly dazed, he withdrew. Verónica took several seconds to catch her breath. Then she got down from the sofa, knelt in front of him, and grabbed his cock with both hands. Her makeup was smeared, her mouth swollen, and her expression one of pure vice.

—Now it’s my turn to swallow you.

She took him as far as she could in a single motion, letting the tip strike her throat. Damián instinctively held her head. Verónica moved up and down with the help of her hands, saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth as she breathed through her nose in short pants. Every time she gagged a little, she tried again with greater eagerness, as if the difficulty aroused her.

Damián was already at the limit. He gripped her head more firmly, buried his cock to the hilt, and came into her mouth with a muffled grunt. His cum poured out in thick pulses directly onto the woman’s tongue and throat. Verónica swallowed without pulling away, taking everything. When he was finished, she still ran her tongue over the tip and shaft, cleaning him with an almost obscene devotion.

She remained on her knees for a few seconds, breathing, with one hand resting on his thigh. Then she looked up and smiled with satisfaction.

—You really were the main course.

Damián pulled up his pants, still dazed. His embarrassment about his body had disappeared for a while, swept away by the fresh memory of that mouth and that pussy squeezing him. Verónica stood slowly, her legs still weak, and stroked his belly without mockery, almost tenderly.

—When you want to come back, you don’t need to bring the groceries —she told him—. I’ll open the door for you anyway.

This time Damián really did smile. He said nothing, but when he left the apartment, he was standing straighter. People in the neighborhood would keep talking. About the demanding milf, the gluttonous widow, the muscular deliveryman who served as the opening act, and the other one, the big guy, who turned every order into a standing appointment. And judging by how he could still feel it throbbing between his legs, Damián knew it wouldn’t be long before another doorbell rang with his name requested in a lowered voice.