Being a pizza delivery guy is a pretty decent job for a 17 year old high school student. Sure it probably won’t land someone on the Fortune 500 list, but for a part-time job it pays for gas money and a few bucks for the weekend. Plus it can have some very interesting “perks” as well. Like the perk I found one day delivering to Mrs. Parkinson.

My name is Tommy and like I said I am a high school junior. Along with my work during the school year as a pizza delivery guy, I also work in the summer for my father’s landscaping business. Those plus school and football keep me pretty busy and in good shape as well.

One day I got a delivery call for two deluxe pizzas to 314 Brentwood Manor. I knew Brentwood Manor was in a good neighborhood – the kind of neighborhood that kids like “Biff” and “Skippy” come from. So I loaded the pies into my Celica and drove to the address. I walked up to the front entrance and noted that it was a secure building. I found the button for apartment 314 and buzzed the door.

“Yes?” the female voice on the intercom asked.

“Pizza delivery Ma’am,” I replied.

“Come on up then,” the voice said and I heard a buzz at the door signaling that I was to open the door. I went inside and found the elevator and took it upstairs. The door to the apartment was just a couple doors down the hall and I knocked on it when I arrived.

“Come in!” a woman’s voice said. I opened the door announcing who I was again.

“Just put the pizzas on the counter please,” the voice said from a back room. I sat the pizzas down on the counter and waited to get paid.

Then I heard footsteps on the wood floor and around the corner came the source of the voice – Mrs. Parkinson.

Mrs. Parkinson was a beautiful 30 year old woman but she had the face and body of someone much younger. At five-foot, six inches tall and 125 lbs, she was quite a looker and as she turned the corner I noted happily that she was wearing a bathrobe.

“Sorry, I was in the back bedroom!” she said.

“Oh, sorry about that,” I said.

“What’s the total?” she asked.

I looked at the bill, “It will be twenty-eight dollars Ma’am” I said. She got out her checkbook and was about to start writing out a check when I stopped her.

“I’m sorry Ma’am but we aren’t allowed to take checks for deliveries,” I informed her.

“Oh no! But I don’t have that much cash on me!” she said looking in her purse.

“I’m sorry but the person who took your order should have told you. Only cash for deliveries unless you paid by credit card when you called the order in. And they didn’t mark that you have on the bill.

“Oh poo!” she said sticking out her lower lip in a cute little pout, “What do we do now?”

“Well I’m going to have to take the pizza back unless you can pay for it,” I said.

“No, please! I’m starved – isn’t there something you can do?” she said.

“I’m afraid not. I’ll just have to return the pizza’s. I’m sorry,” I said apologetically. Just as I reached to pick up the pies, she touched my arm.

“I don’t have anything here I can make for dinner. And my husband has the car today,” she said, “So ... could you help a girl out a bit? Please?”

As I stood there looking at this beautiful woman in front of me, she smiled. “What’s your name, hon?”

“I, I,” I stammered, “I’m Tommy.”

“Well Tommy, do you think we can work this out?” she asked. “I am really hungry, Tommy sweetheart.”

Now I’m not the best at reading a woman’s signals, but this was about as easy to spot as the Batsignal!

“I think we can work something out. You are very pretty Mrs. Parkinson,” I said. finally finding my voice again.

“Well, Tommy, let’s dispense with the ‘Mrs. Parkinson’ stuff. You can call me Lisa,” she said. Then she stepped forward and, putting one hand on my shoulder, she ran the other hand through my hair. “So do we have a deal, baby?”

“Okay, I guess,” I said, still not believing what was happening to me.

“Good, I’m glad,” she said softly, “Now, let’s see what we can do to take care of that bill, shall we?” She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. As I walked behind this woman, I was in awe of her figure and what she was about to offer me. Lisa was a voluptuous 36-24-38 with firm, proud breasts and nipples that just begged to be licked and sucked. Being a typical 17 year old, I had the usual fascination with a woman’s breasts and hers were captivating me at the moment.

“So do you like what you see, baby?” she said as we got in the bedroom and she turned to me.

“Yes I do. You are very pretty,” I said, finally composing myself enough to hold rational conversation.

“Aww, you’re sweet. But you can relax honey ... it’s okay. My husband is away on business and won’t be back until tomorrow evening,” she said. That comforted me somehow – knowing I wouldn’t need to keep an ear out for a car pulling up or place myself next to a handy window!

My lovely customer then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me long and deep. I wasn’t the most experienced kisser, although I’d had a couple girlfriends and had done my share of kissing. But this woman knew how to kiss! As she closed her soft lips over mine, hers parted and her tongue reached out exploring my mouth in search of a playmate. Finding my tongue with her own, the two began frolicking in our mouths as she crushed her lips against mine.

Apparently my kisses were having a similar effect on Lisa as well because as we continued, her hands dropped from around my neck and began fumbling with the buttons on my uniform shirt.

“You got me all flustered hon, normally I don’t have this much trouble with shirt buttons!” she said, giggling. I took a half-step back to allow her more room and she was able to concentrate better. She removed my shirt and ran her ruby-nailed fingertips over my chest, lightly scratching my skin. The feeling made my cock twitch and I could feel it swelling in my already snug jeans. She leaned down a bit and licked my nipple, something I had never felt before. The feeling was very erotic and I gasped slightly as she ran her tongue over my stiff little bud.

As I stood there in Lisa’s bedroom, she began kissing her way down my chest. As she did each kiss made my cock bigger and harder as she got closer to where it strained against my jeans, eager for it’s chance to play. She kissed her way down my chest and over my stomach before reaching my belt.

Kneeling now in front of me, Lisa looked up, her big blue eyes searching my face for permission to continue. Now I use the word permission very loosely here, because no 17 year old boy is ever going to turn down a situation like this! Looking into her soft brown eyes as she knelt was almost enough to make me cum right then and there. But I managed to calm my rapid heart enough for her to continue. She quickly went to work, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans. But instead of jerking them to my ankles as I was prepared for, something my previous girlfriends had done in similar cases, she took her time, slowly and teasingly pulling my pants down. As she exposed my boxers and the huge bulge beneath them, her eyes widened and she licked her lips in anticipation.

“My my, Tommy, you certainly seem very ... umm, well built!” she said, staring at my swollen boxers.

My pride as well as my cock swelled at her words. “Yeah, they call me Tommy Salami at school!” I said, “Because I’m Italian and I deliver pizza’s!” I said, laughing.

“Well you certainly have a salami in here,” she said, as she stroked my cock through my shorts. She ran her fingers over the bulge in my boxers tracing the outline and feeling the rim of the mushroom head. Her gentle touch made my cock twitch and she smiled when it did, licking her lips again. She kissed the bulge and then licked my cock through the fabric using long slow licks from the base to the tip.

“Ohhh,” I moaned low as I felt her tongue run up my cock length.

Lisa smiled up at me once again. Then she took the front waistband of my boxers and pulled it out, peeking down inside.

“Oh my Tommy!” she exclaimed, gasping at the size of my cock. “It’s beautiful!”

I’m not hung like a horse, by any means, but my cock is close to 7” length, and a solid 5.5” around at the base. It is tapered slightly along the length to a perfect mushroom shaped head, which is a little thicker than the shaft.

She pulled my boxers down to fully examine my rock-hard tool. She took it in her hands and wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it throb and pulse in her grip. She rubbed her fingertip across the velvety head and spotting a clear glistening drop of my precum, she scooped it up with her finger and brought it to her tongue.

“Mmmm, baby you taste wonderful,” she said licking her finger.

Gripping my cock in her hand again, she pumped her fist up and down, up and down, her actions eliciting a low moan from deep within me. The swollen purple head was already slick from the first drops of my pre-cum, and another drop was forming at the slit. Lisa, kneeling between my legs, bent forward and licked the slit, then all around the head, loving the taste. When she wrapped her lips around the head, then slipped the first two inches into her hot mouth, I thought my head would explode from the incredible pleasure.

Lisa sucked me into her mouth, then backed off, then sucked me in again. In and out, going a little further each time. At about 5” deep, she had to fight off her gag reflex, but like a champ she backed off a little then went right back to it. Leaning back against the bedroom door I balled my fists as the pleasure coursed through me, enjoying the sensations and concentrating on not cumming too quickly. When Lisa finally worked most of my cock into her mouth, and her nose was just brushing against my abdomen, she looked up into my eyes to see my reaction. My eyes were closed and I was moaning a little louder as I felt encased in her soft warmth. My trembling legs and panting told Lisa that she would either have to stop now, or I was not going to be able to resist cumming. Smiling knowingly, she licked the sensitive spot under the head quickly with her tongue, causing me to squirm.

“Oh, god, you’re going to make me cum!” I moaned. Lisa managed a muffled “Uh huh,” around my cock indicating that was exactly what she wanted. She gripped my shaft in her small hand again, and bobbed her head up and down several more strokes, as I began to swell in her mouth. With a guttural moan, I pushed up towards her, burying my cock deeper in her wonderful throat.

I felt my cock twitch, then suddenly the first jets of my semen was shooting down her throat. Lisa backed off a bit, taking the next shots directly in her mouth, so that she could savor the taste. She swallowed each squirt as it came, milking my cock dry.

“God damn, I thought I was going to never stop cumming,” I groaned. Lisa let my now-softening cock plop from her perfect lips, then sat back on her heels watching me as I tried to regain control of my body and my breathing. Lisa wondered if I’d be like her husband, and insist she go brush her teeth and gargle before I would kiss her. But I showed her I wasn’t her husband by pulling her up to me and passionately kissing her, sticking my tongue in her mouth without reservation. After making me feel so wonderful I figured that she had tasted a lot more of me than I would. And I didn’t find anything disgusting about showing my appreciation to her.