The Greengrocer Delivery Man

Back in 1973 Britain was way behind the USA in many things, including the modern way to buy food, supermarkets. In those days it was thought progress if a housewife could visit her local store browse the shelves, make a list and have the goods delivered, rather than having to carry them home. In Britain not many women had a car. Such a wife was Linda, 28 and fed up of the drudgery of married life.

On one particular day she was busy with her chores when the doorbell rang. When she answered the door stood before her was the man delivering her groceries -- not the usual man. He carried the box in through to the kitchen for her with out being invited in. Linda took an instant dislike to the man as she followed him into the rear of her house. He gave her a lewd glance and proceeded to display a brash and unfriendly attitude. The man curtly told Linda that there were still two bags to bring in.

Examining the contents of the box Linda found two items that she didn't remember ordering.

'I think you might have given me the wrong box,' she told the man when he returned with the bags.

The man cursed, 'You'd better examine the bags then for chance I've really fucked up!'

'Please don't swear like that in my house.' she fired back.

Taking produce from the bag she first handled a cucumber. 'This is correct -- it's the vegetables I ordered,' she told him, before delving into the bag and withdrawing a courgette.'

The man sniggered, 'Glad you're happy with the veg then -- what would you do without your long cucumber and your thick courgette. That's quite a good sized cucumber,' he added, 'Is that how you like them, long and slim -- or do you prefer the shorter thick ones? Maybe you just like variety.' He looked her in the eye and let his gaze travel up and down her body, pausing to stare at her breasts and her exposed thighs as she wore a very short mini skirt. Linda blushed up and looked away.

'Seems I've hit a nerve, you seem very embarrassed and have a really guilty look on your face. So the courgette and cucumber aren't for eating then?'

'Don't be so disgusting and crude!' she snapped at him, looking away.

'Husband not big enough in the downstairs department to satisfy you?' the smirking van driver said, making Linda blush even more.

At that point she should have insisted he get out of her house immediately -- as most women would have. Linda however simply carried on checking the accuracy of her provisions order -- somewhat slowly.

The lewd man noted her failure throw him out and picked up the cucumber. 'That's a damn lot longer than mine,' he said, 'Mine is more like the courgette -- shorter but thicker.'

As he had moved round the kitchen table within reach of the nervous and timid housewife he extended his arm and touched her thigh with the long vegetable running it up and down the inner thigh of her right leg. Linda didn't move and became breathless every time the cucumber travelled closer and closer to her crotch on it's upward track.

'I should report you to the police', she gasped, but still didn't move away from the lecherous man.

'That would look bad in the newspapers when I tell them you came on to me -- and how you bent over in your short mini trying to entice me.'

'I haven't done that!' she protested.

The man laughed, reached out and roughly drew her close to his body. The cucumber made contact with the gusset of her panties. Linda felt the man's wet tongue in her ear then his lips kissing her neck. The cucumber felt like a hard long cock stroking her pussy slit, causing her to gasp, then draw in a long breathe.

'I don't think you get much in the way of sex, do you sweetheart?' whispered the delivery man. 'Turn your head and give me a kiss,'

'Will you leave me alone if I let you kiss me?'

'Give my cock a little massage'

'No! Please don't make me do that!'

'Just rub over the front of my trousers, feel my bulge.' The man pushed the cucumber harder against her slit.

'Then will you leave me alone and go? If I do it just for a minute?'

She heard the man who was assaulting her groan in a lewd manner. With great hesitance she slowly extended her arm and felt the front of his trousers. This was the first time for years she had touched the erect penis of another man, albeit over his clothing. Her fingers traced the outline of his hard member. Mentally she noted how well-endowed he was; and how the back and forth speed of the cucumber had speeded up, pressing into her vagina with increased pressure. The hand holding her close relaxed it's grip and slid up to her face forcing her to turn toward his waiting lips. Her covered her mouth with his own and she felt his tongue touch hers. The hand then dropped to feel her left breast. For much longer than a minute they stayed in that position. She willingly continued to gently squeeze and rub his hard manhood.

When the woman felt warm sticky fluid spilling into her hand she knew the man would soon be leaving her be -- strangely she experienced a tinge of disappointment. The delivery man said nothing more before he went back to his work.

It would be three weeks before the housewife revisited her regular store. She had thought hard and long about that day when the new delivery man knocked on the door. Why had she not reported the incident to the police or at least the manager of the store? Instead she had sometimes sat and replayed the incident over and over in her head. It had been perverted and weird -- she had been on the point of having a stranger penetrate her with a cucumber. It was impossible for her to explain the thoughts that went through her head: it was as though her subconscious mind had eventually compelled her to take a trip back to the store and write out a lengthy shopping list, go to the checkout and request a home delivery. At the vegetable aisle she picked out two cucumbers, two of the thickest courgettes she could find, and a carefully chosen selection of carrots -- small, long, fat, slender.

'Hello, Mrs Watson, we haven't seen you in here for a while.'

The housewife went about completing the transaction. 'Can I have my order delivered?'

Simply making that request excited her in a wickedly surreal way. Hearing the assistant confirm her grant her request caused Mrs Watson to shiver.

'Will it be the same delivery man who came last time?'

'Yes -- unless you're not happy with that, Mrs Watson -- we can send someone else.'

'No, that's fine, fine! Just trying to remember his name.'

'Our new regular driver goes by the name of Fred.'

'Fred, yes of course, thanks.'

'So will you be home to take delivery at around 2pm Wednesday?'

'I'll definitely be home!'

And of course she was. Linda Watson had been counting the hours, then the minute, nervous, shaking, but very excited. She had told herself that it would be okay for her to let the man see how much pleasure she had experienced from his crude and controlling dominant treatment, the way he forced her into submission. That's it! She was going to let Fred see how submissive she could be.

The doorbell rang causing Linda to lose her breathe and her stomach to turn -- all those imaginary butterflies fluttering away like mini helicopters. When she opened the door and saw Fred she noted once again how domineering he looked --the look of a man happy to humiliate members of the so-called weaker sex -- to control them, make them do things they wouldn't normally do.

Already he was wearing that evil self-assured expression, cross between a grin and a grimace.

'Can you please bring it through to the kitchen?' Linda asked, before adding, 'Please Fred.'

The man stared at her wondering how she knew his name before walking slowly into the house and toward the kitchen. To Linda's utter shock a second man who had been standing out of sight appeared from around the door smiled and followed Fred down the hallway into the kitchen.

'I was surprised when I saw your name on my delivery list, Mrs Watson. Didn't think I'd see you again,'

There was something about his tone that unsettled the housewife, though she did experience a tinge of disappointment that he was accompanied by who she assumed was a colleague. Trying her best to appear normal, given what Fred had made her do on his last visit she nodded at the other man.

'Are you learning the job?' She asked him.

Fred answered for him. 'No, he doesn't work for the company. He's a friend of mine.'

'I see,' Linda said quietly.

'Yes, I invited him along when I saw you wanted another delivery - I thought it might prove interesting for us all. I told Jim here how much you like vegetables - well, certain vegetables - but I also told him that you're not a vegetarian - that you're fond of a nice piece of meat too!'

Linda shivered and looked away from the men. Her heart was beating twenty to the dozen.

'Think we'd better make sure your order is correct. What's your first name Mrs Wilson, no need for formalities is there?'

Shaking like a leaf and wondering what she was getting herself into she hesitated before answering. In a feeble nervous voice she told them her name.

'Linda,' she said with a stutter.

'That's a nice name,' Fred told her. 'Shall we start by inspecting the vegetables?'

With what sounded like utter stupidity she shook her head. 'No, I'd rather sort out the stuff that needs to go in the fridge and freezer first.'

'First? Mmmm! Whatever you say, Linda, we'll help you put all the other stuff away - before we sort out the vegetables - last but not least!'

The other man began to make mundane conversation with the housewife. It seemed almost bizarre, chatting away while she was shaking like a leaf. A mere few minutes later all that was left on the table was the veg bag.

Wearing a perverted grin Fred laid out the vegetables in neat rows along the length of the table.

'I see you've bought quite a varied selection, Linda - long ones, thick ones.' Fred's hand stroked over the cucumbers and courgettes, lifting up several, loosely wrapping his fingers around the girth, moving his hand slowly up and down mimicking the actions of a man masturbating. 'Seems you like them in any size they happen to come, eh? Like variety, don't you? Why don't you have a good feel too?'

Linda hardly dared lift her arm to pick up a cucumber.

'I didn't mean that!' Fred said in a menacing hiss.

She saw him nod toward his pal Jim as though giving a signal. Linda gave a desperate yelp when she saw Jim start to unzip his jeans. He delved inside his underwear and drew out a good sized erect throbbing cock. Here was the reality of Linda's dirty fantasies. Jim took hold of her wrist and placed her hand around the hard member. She offered little resistance as he gently jerked her lower arm to and fro, giving him a slow wank.

'Now I wonder which hole this would ideally fill, mouth or pussy?' Fred asked as he now pointed the cucumber toward her trembling lips. 'I think maybe you'd like something thicker inside your cunt, Mrs Wilson. Am I right?'

Linda was almost sobbing as the cucumber pushed past her lips. It did not go unnoticed that she voluntarily opened her jaw wide enough to take the green elongated penis like vegetable into her mouth, while continuing to masturbate Jim's dick. She mumbled and gasped when Jim lifted a courgette from the table; a second later it was touching her thigh, climbing up toward the gusset of her panties.

'Use your other hand, and pull your panties to one side!' Fred whispered.

Again, she uttered a desperate groan her eyes wide, an expression seemed to be telling she was scared, though she carried on sucking and wanking the stranger as she obeyed. Now they heard ever more strange noises as the thick green shaft pushed against her cunt lips teasing them open, making them wet. She needed to stand with her legs well apart for her fanny to accept the invading vegetable. She slid her foot to the left, obligingly.

When the courgette fully entered her cunt she moaned loudly, leaving the men in no doubt she was experiencing great sexual pleasure. Fred looked down at her spare hand, moved it up to hold the cucumber and told her to keep sucking. She did as she was bid - with obvious delight. After a minute or two Jim had a better idea. Whilst Fred had been busy unfastening her shirt to get at her ample breasts, kissing sucking and even biting her erect nipples Linda had displayed signs that she wished to go further. Jim noticing this took the vegetable from her mouth and ceased working away with the courgette - to enable him to tug down her panties and order her to step out of them, which she did without hesitation. Taking her head into his hands Jim forced her down onto her knees and offered his cock up for her to suck.

'Time for the meat course!' He exclaimed. 'Suck it.'

Linda, without hesitation gobbled his cock greedily into her mouth and sucked hard and fast. Then she heard Fred hint what his next intention might be.

'I know where this little beauty will nicely fit.'

In front of her eyes appeared a carrot of three or four inches in length and around a moderate four inches in circumference.

'What do think Mrs Wilson, is this about the right size to fit you know where?'

Staring at the carrot as she sucked hard on Jim's cock, she momentarily stopped to answer Fred's question.

'Yesssssss!' She hissed. 'But use something - the butter!'

Linda, without being prompted, adjusted her position from being crouched down to being on all fours, sticking her bare arse high in the air, impatiently waiting for Fred to grease the carrot - and her anus. First she felt the thin end making a start. Fred had thrust first one butter coated finger then two up into her brown wrinkly hole; it didn't need any pressure at all to insert the pointed end of the carrot. Then she felt a different sensation as the wider part found it's way into her anus.

The housewife bucked and moaned licking and sucking hard on Jim's big cock as the carrot pleasured her arse hole. Taking the penis from her mouth she yelled, almost begged: 'A bigger one!' Fred soon obliged making the woman almost scream as she bucked her backside up and down as the carrot worked it's way inside her rectum. Pushing the carrot even further inside Linda's dirty hole Fred suddenly stopped and made her stand up, leaving her rear hole filled with the healthy thick red vegetable. Jim was told to fuck her; he didn't need telling twice, she grinned manically as her front hole was stretched to take the man's rock hard penis. With both holes filled and Fred bending to suck and bite her nipples Linda cried out in ecstatic sexual pleasure.

Though he loved the feel of her tits Fred stopped sucking. Instead he worked the carrot hanging from her arse and slapped her buttocks while his friend Jim rammed his cock into her pussy, at the same time twisting and pulling on her nipples. When she knew she was about to reach orgasm she yelled out announcing the fact. Fred pumped the carrot as Jim shot his sperm into her wet hole in unison with her orgasm. As they finally pulled apart after taking a minute to recover Fred grabbed the housewife and made her kneel before him.

'You have to finish me off now!'

Sucking away on his cock she was happy to perform the task - though Fred had a change of preference. Yanking her upright he impaled her on his cock before reaching behind to grab the carrot that still protruded from her anus. It felt like she was being fucked in both holes at the same time - and she loved it!

'I hope you are going to request regular home deliveries, Mrs Wilson!'

She bent her face toward his ear and whispered. 'I hope you'll be able to bring a friend with you - doesn't always need to be the same one! And I'll make sure I order plenty of fresh healthy vegetables.'