Mark Carver: Family flesh feast

Just a mistake by a clumsy new mailman. An innocent mistake triggering a whole new destiny, a bizarre, violent chain of adventures that would alter their sex lives forever…

Donna hefted the box curiously in her fingers, hearing a faint thud. She'd call Mrs. Langley and the grateful woman would probably drive by to pick it up. The return address said Secret Fashions, Incorporated. Donna didn't call Mrs. Langley just yet. She did the breakfast dishes, wondering what was so secret about Secret Fashions? Her curiosity rose to a near fever as she caressed and played with the box. She loved to get things by mail, ordering them and forgetting so it would always be a surprise.

Why didn't she open the box just to take a peek? She'd tell Mrs. Langley that she was expecting a package and didn't even bother to check the address, just ripped it open before she realized it wasn't hers.

"Pandora's Box," Donna whispered, smiling. She'd always loved that story, the mystery of unnamed secrets lurking in a simple box..

Just a peek, that's all.

Her heart hammering nervously, Donna tore at the gummed tape, cursing herself for being such a snoop. Inside the huge package was another box, it too sealed, dammit. There was a bill taped to that box, for $275. It wasn't cheap, whatever it was, probably a gown. Donna tore that box open with trembling fingers.

Her eyes widened with shock and she let out a soft cry.

Good God, it was dirty! She lifted a pair of sheer, lacey pink panties embroidered with erotic screwing figures, gaping at the slit where the crotch should be. There were a half-dozen pair of panties and bras, and a sleek black body stocking with apertures for nipples and pussy!

But it was another box that really caught her attention. She sucked in her breath with astonishment as she lifted the lid. It was a prick! An enormous hard rubber cock, curved gigantically upward with dozens of big mounds covering its length. It was attached to a removable harness.

Trembling with fierce curiosity and utter fascination, Donna read the instructions. It was battery operated. She flicked on the switch and it hummed and leaped in her hand, startling her. How could anyone possibly shove this monster up their vagina? And why did it come with a harness? The instructions didn't say but Donna realized with a crimson face it was meant to be worn so one woman could screw another!

For the first time in her life, Donna Moore realized how sheltered and innocent she was, even at thirty-nine. She knew what vibrators were used for, obviously, but she'd never seen an artificial prick and never dreamed they could be strapped on to ravish and thrill eager girls… She blushed with shame, calling herself a hick and a country girl.

Well, that's what she was, really, raised in a small peaceful town, marrying her high-school boyfriend, even remaining a virgin until her wedding night. So what? Life was meant to be peaceful and quietly happy, wasn't it?

Who needed a bunch of weird obscene thrills like this shocking stuff to feel happy? Apparently, Mrs. Georgia Langley did. Donna felt a deep, intense curiosity about the woman, wondering what sort of housewife in a town like this would use such grotesque gimmicks for depraved excitement. Did she actually fuck girls or women?

The thought sent an eerie thrill through Donna's blood, followed by the horrifying idea that girls like her own beautiful daughter might not be safe with a menace like Georgia Langley around. The idea of Jenny being brutally raped in her virgin slit – and Jenny was a virgin, Donna knew, because she always told her mother the truth about things like that – filled the pretty brunette with rage, and the strangest feeling of… forbidden lust.

The instructions for the giant dildo cautioned that excessive use could lead to addiction. Really! Donna thought, laughing out loud. She switched on the dildo and pressed it to her cheek, feeling it quiver the nerves there wildly. Who needed this weird monster when she had a hot, thrilling big cock like her husband's to excite her? Still, it might be fun just to… try it out one time.

There was a black, short handled whip in the box too, with a dozen vicious looking black thongs. Christ, this Georgia Langley must be weird! Did she punish with it or get punished?

All the while Donna probed the contents of the box, a fierce, throbbing excitement was rippling through her soft flesh. One thing was absolutely certain, she decided. She couldn't call the woman now, not after opening the box and seeing the horrible contents. It would be far too embarrassing for both of them. She'd simply repack and seal the box and return it to sender. No note or anything. Let those weirdos figure it out.

The woman was her size, too, Donna thought with rising excitement. Just for the hell of it – who would know? – she'd try a few things on, sort of get dressed up. They were disgusting, of course, but they were very, very sexy. Especially compared to her drab underthings. Just once, for fun.

Trembling with wild excitement and curiosity, Donna stripped in the living room. She snapped on a sexy black bra which hugged and emphasized her lush tits, and slipped on a pair of crotchless black panties. Tingling with girlish excitement, as though she were going to an orgy, Donna stepped in front of a full-length mirror and caught her breath.

Quickly, she took the pins out of her hair and the shimmering chestnut tresses fell loose, halfway down her waist. Christ, she was beautiful! She never realized how utterly sexy she was until now, how sultry and ripely curved and statuesque.

Fiercely aroused now, Donna ran upstairs and got her makeup. She seldom wore any, using, it sparingly for a night out on the town dancing or nightclubbing. Now the breathless brunette applied mascara and eyeshadow and lipstick in great dashes, accentuating her lustrous dark eyes and full, sensuous mouth.

She hurried back downstairs to the full-length mirror, stunned at the total effect. Tears came to her eyes and she felt a firestorm of emotions whirling in her sleek creamy flesh. All these dull, drab years of hiding her lush sexiness beneath a frumpy disguise of shapeless dresses and pinned up hair and shy smiles! Gazing before the fantastic transformation, Donna felt as if she'd missed out on everything, hadn't ever really lived at all. She was gorgeous, absolutely mouth watering for any man. She actually looked like a pinup in Playboy. Her fingers lasciviously caressed her plump swollen tits and darted down to her moist thighs. Her cunt had begun to pulse hotly as she stared at her own voluptuous body.

The wild idea came to her that she'd dress up like this for John tonight, surprise the hell out of him, probably give him the biggest hard-on of his life. But what if he thought she looked cheap and obscene? After all, he was small town like her, cautious and conservative. You always screwed in bed, never in the shower or in the living room, he usually got on top although they experimented a little. He didn't like it dog style and for some odd reason she loved it that way. He let her take the initiative when it came to blowjobs, and they'd been married for five years before she even snuggled down there one night and sucked him off with wild curiosity.

And she never even confessed to her husband her strange desire to get fucked in the ass with his huge prick just once, just to satisfy her driving curiosity. He'd really be shocked if he knew that. Or her eager fantasies about being fucked in her creamy ripe tits, having him come all over them so she could lick it up with soft moans of lewd joy.

She thrust such thoughts out of her mind, knowing he'd be shocked and upset. She was the quiet, demure housewife and mother, so typical she could scream at times. No, she decided with a long sigh, she wouldn't dress up in this wild, sexy outfit for John tonight or any other night. She'd pack it up again and return it to the sender.