The Package

NOTE: Summer's just around the corner, so here's a treat: a totally new story! Other stories are still in the works, including some long-awaited sequels, which should be out next month. Until then, I hope this satisfies some cravings. As with anything new I write, I'd love to hear from you. Do you enjoy this kind of stuff, or would you rather I stick to what I've already been working on? Please let me know via comments or feedback! Enjoy!

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It may have been the middle of a gorgeous summer Saturday, but Ashley sat inside, on her couch, with the blinds drawn, watching reruns of a cancelled show she didn't care about. In her hand, she checked the notifications on her phone. She perked up, noticing an email: something she'd ordered while doing some online shopping was out for delivery.

Almost absentmindedly, she felt her hand slip under the blanket on her lap; her fingers navigated to her waist and, snaking past her panties, feeling the warmth beneath. Ashley couldn't help but let out a small whimper as her fingers grazed over the wet heat between her legs. It had been too long since she'd last gotten off, and she could barely help herself from just tearing off her own panties and bringing herself to climax right then and there. The only thing stopping her was the delivery tracker on her phone screen at the moment. According to the website, the new vibrator she had ordered was arriving any minute. Ashley knew that her orgasm would feel even better with the help of a new toy, so she had to wait. She pulled her hand back, taking it out from under the blanket, when she heard a knock. Three loud raps on her apartment door, and she knew what it had to be.

I'm not expecting any guests, she thought to herself as she shut her laptop, setting it on the coffee table as she tossed the blanket to the side. And my neighbors would never stop by unannounced, she practically rushed to the door, yanking it open. So it must be...

"I've got a delivery for Ashley White?" The delivery man stood a foot back from her doorway. He was holding a thin, rectangular box in one hand, his clipboard in the other. Ashley gave him a quick look up and down, and couldn't help but be impressed. He was in a brown uniform, shorts and a polo, with a name tag that read "FRANK" in a bold font. He was definitely older than her, with a full head of gray hair that resembled spilled salt and pepper. Frank's skin was tanned from decades in the sun. Being a delivery man had certainly served him well, as he was fit, with toned forearms and large biceps; Ashley could also tell that Frank had a healthy appetite, noticing a hint of a belly under his loose uniform. He reminded her of a friend's dad, or maybe an old gym coach that liked to make her run laps. Looking up from his clipboard, he gave her a kind smile, and Ashley watched as he took a moment to process the sight before him.

Since it was the weekend, Ashley hadn't bothered to change out of her pajamas. Instead, she had answered the door in nothing more than a loose, gray tank top and ill-fitting red sleep shorts that were so small, they hugged her round ass like the sheer panties she had on under them. With no bra on, Ashley realized Frank could see her nipples poking through her thin top; she blushed, and her cheeks flushed a red that practically matched her natural red hair, which fell past her shoulders in loose curls. In that instant, Ashley noticed the slightest bulge in Frank's shorts.

"Um, I—I just need a signature." Frank passed the package to Ashley, who pulled her eyes away from Frank's shorts to look up at the man who easily had a foot of height on her.

"Right, thank you." She reached out and took the box from him, before pausing to examine it in her hands.

The box was the size of a small shoe box, but what grabbed the young woman's attention was the noticeable dent in the side.

"What happened to it?" She held it up in shock.

"Oh," Frank grimaced. "While I was driving, I had to slam on the brakes when some kid on a bike jumped out in front of me." His voice was like smooth gravel, and Ashley loved the sound. She wanted him to keep talking. "Some of the packages in the back fell over, I guess something heavy must've fallen on your box." She glanced up at him, and he gave her a genuinely apologetic look. "How durable is your, uh, whatever it is?" Frank asked.

"Oh, well..." Ashley's voice trailed off. She gave the box in her hand a shake, and heard pieces rattling around. "Oh my god, is it totally broken?" Still standing in her own doorway, Ashley ripped the tape from the cardboard and tore open the box. Inside, the broken pieces of her new vibrator sat scattered amongst useless bubble wrap.

"Whoa, uh, I mean— Aw geez, Miss, I'm sorry." Even from its broken state, Frank could tell she had ordered a vibrator, and that it was now in multiple disfigured pieces in the box.

"Well, I'm not signing for this." Ashley looked up, her curls bouncing in unison with her barely-covered breasts as she furiously tapped her foot in thought. As she was about to shut the door on the disappointing delivery man, she got an idea. Rather than think twice, she acted on impulse. "You know what?" She asked, a hint of fire in her voice.

"What's that, Miss?" Frank asked.

"You owe me a package." Without giving him a moment to react, Ashley grabbed the delivery man by the collar and yanked him forward, over the threshold, into her apartment.

Frank, despite being much bigger than Ashley, and having maybe 30 or so years on her, did not resist as she slammed the door behind them and pushed him up against it. He felt her soft breasts as she pressed herself up against his strong body, and looking directly into his eyes, she spoke.

"It's not the package I ordered, but I think it'll get the job done just the same." Ashley skipped any pretense, quickly undoing Frank's belt and slipping her thin hand down his pants, grabbing a handful of his cock. Frank couldn't help but let out a gasp as she dropped to her knees, a wicked smile on her face, before yanking his shorts down to his ankles. His cock sprang forth, and Ashley let out an excited squeal. He was easily eight inches, and not even fully hard yet. She also took note of his large balls, smooth and heavy, swinging back and forth just barely from the abrupt pants-dropping.

"Uh, Miss, I don't know if this is the best idea—" Frank started as the twenty-something ran her fingers along the length of his stiffening shaft.

"Hush, Frank." Ashley commanded. He was caught off guard, unaware she'd known his name, and hushed right up. Ashley leaned in, breathing in the scent of the mature cock in front of her, before opening her mouth and extending her tongue just enough to lick the tip. She gave two more licks, playfully, before a more purposeful one that served to clean up the pearl of precum produced by her teasing. Frank couldn't help but groan as Ashley took a firm grip of the base of his shaft, guiding his member into her hungry mouth. She wrapped her lips around his head and began sucking gently, massaging with her tongue, and pumping her hand back and forth. Her other hand found its way to his heavy balls, and Frank groaned again as Ashley tugged lightly on them, rolling them softly in her gentle hand.

Moving along, Ashley began to pump her head back and forth, swallowing Frank's large cock down further and further with each bob. Each time, she gagged as his swollen cockhead knocked against the back of her throat, and in no time at all, she had a mess of drool and spittle spilling from her soft lips. She jacked him off in rhythm, her hands stroking quickly up and down his thick shaft.

"Frank," she pulled back, letting his drool-covered cock fall from her glistening lips as she caught her breath. "Frank, that package you were supposed to deliver to me..." She wiped a mixture of her spit and his precum from her chin. "It had a very specific purpose."

"Yes, Miss, I'm sorry it broke." He spoke, also breathing hard.

"Don't worry, Frank. You can still make it up to me." Ashley rose to her feet, pressing herself against Frank again momentarily, before taking his member in her hand and walking towards her couch, leading him by his cockhead. "Your package will have to do what that vibrator can't." Frank's jaw dropped as Ashley sat him down on the soft sofa, his cock sticking straight up in his lap. He slipped off his shirt, and Ashley was proud of her correct guess: he had a hint of a belly, but she could clearly tell there was a thick layer of muscle beneath.

Frank had barely closed his mouth when his jaw dropped again as he watched the beautiful redhead standing before him slip her fingers into her waistband, slipping off her booty shorts, as well as her sheer panties. They dropped to her ankles, and she delicately stepped out of the garments. As Ashley approached the seated man, he couldn't help but stare at her pink, wet pussy, a sight that made his cock quiver with anticipation.

Standing directly in front of him, Ashley ran her hands along Frank's strong thighs, before stepping up onto her couch. With her feet on either side of his hips, for just a moment, as she stood there, Ashley's crotch was directly in front of Frank's face. Then, she lowered herself, at almost torturously slow pace, until his cock was just barely brushing up against the warmth of swollen lips.

"Frank?" She whispered, her face less than an inch from his. "I need your package."

With that line, she dropped her hips, descending onto his cock. Ashley let out a squealing moan as the delivery man's hard, throbbing cock pushed through her velvety folds, feeling herself contract around him. She bit her lip to stifle another moan as he thrust into her, until all ten inches were inside, and she was struggling to breath as she began to bounce up and down. In no time at all, she had found a rhythm, getting fucked by Frank's big cock.

"Oh my fucking god, Frank!" Ashley moaned, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck, pulling him in close. He leaned forward, the only thing between his face and her breasts being the thin piece of cotton cloth that was her tank top. It wasn't hard for her to put two and two together. Without a word, Ashley used one hand to effortlessly pull her tank top over her head, tossing it to the floor behind her. Frank's eyes drank in the sight of her soft, plush tits, bouncing rhythmically up and down as she bounced on his cock. They were larger than he'd expected, and he was mesmerized as he imagined burying his cock between them. With one hand resting on her waist to steady her, his other found its way up to her right breast. He palmed at it tenderly, feeling the supple skin beneath his calloused fingertips. Ashley purred as he teased her nipple, then let out a sharp "Oh, fuck!" as he surprised her, taking her tit in his mouth. His tongue played with her sensitive skin, and she bucked hard against his lap, cussing under her breath as she pressed his face against her bare chest.

"Frank?" Ashley whispered his name again, in a low sultry tone that made him look up, dropping her breast from his hungry mouth. With his full attention, she slid backwards, unintentionally letting out a small moan as his hard cock slipped from her pussy. "Frank, I want you to fuck me. Hard."

He nodded, and as if they had planned this, in a swift motion, Ashley dropped to her hands and knees across the couch, and Frank positioned himself behind her. With her ass in the air, Ashley's dripping wet pussy was exposed to Frank, as he slowly guided inch after inch of his cock into her slit. In no time at all, he had found his own rhythm, aggressively fucking her from behind. Plowing into her, Ashley felt Frank's balls slapping against the backs of her thighs as he pushed into her. With each thrust, Ashley couldn't help but moan louder and louder, until she was practically screaming with lust.

She slammed a fist on the couch, trying her best to grab at the smooth fabric, as she felt an incredible orgasm building inside her. As his cock thrust in and out of her, Ashely desperately reached for her blanket, stuffing a small corner of it into her mouth as she moaned again; this time, with the blanket stifling her voice, she let out a muffled scream as the delivery man gave her ass a quick spank. One of his firm hands gripped her waist, and she moaned loudly again as his other hand snaked down underneath her, grazing her soft stomach, before Ashley felt Frank's large fingers just barely brush up against her clit.

Now a whimpering mess, still biting the edge of the blanket, Ashley felt her orgasm building inside. With each push, each thrust, each pump, as he filled her more and more, Ashley was brought closer and closer to the edge.

Frank was close as well, if not closer, and could feel his balls begin to tighten. As he slammed into her from behind, stuffing this young woman full with his mature cock, feeling her warm pussy quiver as he teased her clit, Frank felt his knees wobble for just a moment. He let out a loud grunt, then a long groan as he felt his balls empty. With his cock still deep inside her, Frank shot rope after rope of hot cum into Ashley.

On the receiving end, this creampie was all Ashley needed to be pushed over the edge. As she felt his throbbing cock pulsate inside of her, still pumping deep into her, Ashley moaned into her blanket, feeling her strongest orgasm ever wash over her whole body, emanating from her ravaged pussy. Her body locked up as she came, and she felt her inner folds twitch and contract around Frank's firing cock. Finally, her body stopped shaking, and she realized Frank had stopped cumming in her. She slumped forward, collapsing fully onto her couch, as he slouched backward, his cock dropping from her, spilling a mess of cum on her couch. The two sat speechless for a moment, breathing heavily, trying to catch their breaths.

"Well, Frank," Ashley finally uttered, rolling onto her back to look up at the man behind her. She reached a hand down, using one extended finger to wipe up some of the fluids spilling from her lips, before bringing her hand up to her mouth, licking her finger clean. "Thank you very much for the package." She winked playfully, pushing one of her red curls from her face.

"Of course, Miss." He stood, picking his shirt from the ground. He slipped it over his head, before crossing the room to find his discarded shorts. As he buckled his belt, he found his clipboard. Before she could even turn to see him leave, Frank was fully dressed, closing the door behind him as he left. Ashley, still catching her breath, shrugged. It may not have been what she was expecting, but at the end of the day, she'd gotten a package.