Chapter 6 - Distant Delivery


In his remote part of the country, the delivery service only came in to bring the provisions once every two weeks. The blizzard that hit the area over the last days had been rough, but people still needed to eat.

 Carl knew that the car was about to come up to his cabin and he waited impatiently. Just the thought that he would be seeing those cute delivery girls again was making his monster cock throb. He hadn’t jerked himself off nor washed his cock in days, making a special point of waiting to give them quite a surprise. 

 It was around noon when he heard them coming up the road. It pulled up in front of his porch and out stepped the three girls. Their bodies were the same amount of busty and slender, and even their outfits were the same: a pair of shorts that left their butts hanging out accompanied by skin tight crop tops. 

 It was cold as hell out, but they never gave up their uniforms.

 One of them waved as he waited around for them to open up the back of the van. “How are you girls doing?” 

“Good, sir.” 

 Each one took a box in her arms and carried it inside the house.

 Carl went behind the first one, a brunette with light green eyes and the small and pointy nose of a Disney princess, and grabbed her by the boobs. She remained completely still as his rough fingers dug into the soft meat of her chest. “Did you have difficulty getting up here?” 

 The other two went down to get the rest of his order while the brunette remained still. She took a deep breath and in the reflection of the dead screen of the TV, Carl could see her forcing a smile. “Not at all, sir. We’re always prepared to serve.”

“That you are,” said Carl with a chuckle. 

 He stroked her nipples until they hardened under the crop top and then massaged them between his fingers, pulling on them roughly. He could see her knees going weak from the pressure he exercised on her sensitive nipples, but trooper that she was, she just kept quiet and took it all.

“What’s your name?”

“Lyla, sir.”

“Lyla, I’m going to have to ask for you each time from now on. There’s a lot of beauties at your place, but you’re even more special than most.”

 He ran his fingers up and down the rest of her body and noticed that she was cold all over. There were goosebumps on her arms. “You’ve got a chill. I’ll try to warm you up.”

“I’m grateful, sir, but there’s no need, sir…” There was just a hint of displeasure in her voice that spiked when she added the second “sir” in there unnecessarily.

“You girls come all the way up here, the least I can do is make you feel at home.” 

 The other two brought in two more boxes and set them down. Carl dusted the snowflakes from them and took a look out at the parked car that was already gathering a thin layer of snow on top. He closed the door and turned to all three of them.

“Sure is cold out there.” Carl went to the two remaining girls and grabbed each by one of their breasts, pulling on their young flesh teasingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you girls have a rest here before you get back to work. Would you like some tea? Coffee?”

 They both looked to Lyla as a superior and she smiled thinly and answered in their stead: “Some coffee would be fine, sir, thank you.” 

 Carl made them sit down on the couch in the main room and went back to the kitchen to brew up some coffee. Out the window he could see the snowfall picking up in intensity despite the shining sun. The view of the smoking mountains beyond like dunes of endless snow was breathtaking. What a nice day this is, thought old Carl happily.

“Sir?” he could hear. There were footsteps, and then Lyla found her way to the kitchen. This time she stuck her chest out proudly and sashayed over with a gleam of sex in her eyes. “Sir, thank you for your kind hospitality, but we should get going. The blizzard might start again.” 

 Carl looked at the company logo printed across her tank top and the deliciously bouncy teen breasts underneath. In the bright light of the kitchen window he could see the abs of her tiny waist perfectly inked out.

“Don’t be crazy,” he said. He moved his hands to grip her ass and saw the hopeful look fade from her face, replaced with dread. “I said I won’t let you girls go without some care. Come on, let’s just have a drink.” 

 He poured the fresh coffee into four different cups and carried them back to the main room with her help. He put his aside and theirs together, then unzipped his pants. His monster cock was already rock hard just from the minor interactions with them, and all three girls stared at the veiny and bumpy surface of the fat shaft with trepidation. 

“I think your boss may have told you, but we up here got some trouble finding partners for dates and such. So when the company sends girls over, they always give a helping hand.” 

 The two unnamed girls went on staring at his dick reluctantly, but Lyla curved her lips into a smile. “Of course,” she said, a rough exhalation audibly leaving her lips. “We would be happy to help you in any way you want, sir.” 

 Carl got in front of all of them and waited. Their hands came up to his shaft and began to wander across it, the soft pads of their fingers tracing over the needy old dick. As it grew the foreskin was pulled back and the already intense smell of his balls got worsened by the smell of rancid dickcheese that had been waiting for them for the last weeks. 

 Carl put a hand on Lyla’s face and gently moved the locks of hair out of it. “Do you mind cleaning my dickcheese?”

 Lyla gulped hard, staring at him. There was no smile this time, just a nod. “Not at all, sir.” 

 Carl pulled the foreskin further back till the filthy undersides of his aged cock were out. One of the girls saw the intense build-up of yellowy-white smegma and took her hands away, putting a hand over her mouth instead and averting her eyes. Lyla whispered something harshly into her ear and she immediately put her hands back. 

 Relaxed beyond all measure, Carl groaned and stretched his arms. “Feels nice to be in good hands, heh heh.” 

 With all six of their hands rubbing his cock, Lyla came in and put the tip of her tongue under the head of his cock and began to clean up the layer of smegma like a good girl. She gagged a bit when she tried to swallow, and the smell of it made her nose flare constantly, but she was almost half done when she finally moved her head away, unable to take any more. “Finish up,” she told the other two harshly. “Go on.” 

 They were scared but followed in her footsteps appropriately, one of them looking disgruntled as she was forced to scoop the smegma with her tongue, while the other had tears glimmering in her eyes. 

“What good girls you are,” said Carl. “I’m so glad they’ve sent you up here today.” 

 Once it was done and nicely cleaned, all three of them just looked away from the dick shamefully. “You girls deserve a drink, I think.” 

 His cock pulsing desperately, Carl turned it over the three cups of coffee resting on the table and blew his load over all three of them. Thick dollops of seed splashed into the dark coffee and filled the cups up to the brim. 

“Drink up, ladies,” he told them, clapping his hands with excitement. “It’s all for you.” 

 As before, Lyla led the way and reached out for hers first. She brought the cup up to her mouth without so much as looking at the contents and drank it all up in one gulp. As she put it back on the table, her hand was shaking, “Thank you, sir.” 

 The other two girls drank theirs too. “We really should be going, sir,” Lyla emphasized. “We have more deliveries to make.” 

 Carl hoped he could have them stay for longer, but it was only fair that other guys up on the mountain had their fair shot for the day. “Let me just finish up,” he pleaded. 

 Stroking his meaty cock with both hands so hard that the balls slapped against it, he unleashed ropes of cum over all three of them. He could always pump out so much that emptying his balls could take a good ten minutes, and it would only be another five minutes before they were back at the ready. 

 Lyla and the two girls closed their eyes as the cum struck their faces and chests and slowly oozed down all over their bodies till it was pooling between their thighs. Seeing them like this only got Carl more excited, so he rubbed one out after the other, painting them with his seed until their faces were draped under a thick layer of it. 

 At the end, he sighed and finally took a sip from his own untouched cup of coffee. “Thank you, girls. I appreciate it. Hope now that you’ve had some R&R work will be a little easier, haha!”

 They opened their eyes and could barely hold them open from the weight of cum hanging over their lush eyelashes. “Thank you, sir.” 

 They got up and walked one out by one into the snow, walking back to their car in silence with lowered heads. Steaming cup of coffee in hand, Carl yelled, “Drive safely!” 
 He closed the door and sighed wistfully. 
