A parcel

You step out of the sweltering heat of the linen closet and nearly trip over a box someone has left on the floor. It's addressed to you, but on top there is an express bill for delivery. You assume Mrs. Cleft was so annoyed because it was delivered to her house by accident.

"Mmmmmm," groans Mr. Wood as he steps up behind you and squeezes your soft ass. "Shall we continue?"

You giggle and step away.

"I need a shower first, and I'm not sure if Mrs. Cleft is still lurking somewhere around. Come back this afternoon."

Mr. Wood gives you that puppy dog look he uses whenever you reject him.

"Oh, don't be like that," you reply.

You turn to face him and press your body to his. Your hand wanders down to his flaccid meat and you give it a playful squeeze.

"I promise," you begin, "if you come back later I'll let you put it anywhere. Any place. Any how."

You grin and give him a kiss on the lips. Mr. Wood can't help but smile. He steps away and walks over to where your clothes were left by the couch.

"Uh," he scratches his head, "Joy, mind if I grab some of your stepdad's clothes?"

You realize that your clothes are completely gone. Mrs. Cleft or whoever brought the package did something with them.

"Sure, come upstairs with me," you say.

You lead Mr. Wood up to your parent's bedroom and open their closet. Mr. Wood paws at you as you search through your stepdad's wardrobe. You give Mr. Wood a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt. The shirt doesn't really fit and you giggle as Mr. Wood struggles to lower it over his big belly.

"I think my stepdad's in a little better shape," you laugh.

Mr. Wood grabs you in his arms and loudly buries his face in your cleavage. He shakes you from side to side making monster noises and then takes the opportunity to lick and suck each of your nipples. You finally wrench yourself from his grasp with a laugh.

"Alright," you say. "Come back later and you can ravish me."

You show Mr. Wood out and head upstairs to take a quick shower. You make sure to pay extra attention to your belly and back. You wrap a towel around yourself and head back dow to the kitchen to open the parcel.

Inside the box you discover a videotape. Printed on the box are the words, "Watch this and then call 555-5555." You are confused at first, but you put the tape into your VCR on the old TV in your parent's bedroom.

First it's just static, but then suddenly the screen lights up with a rather surprising image. It's you, lying on your back on the table in Mr. Wood's dining room. Mr. Wood is plowing in and out of your pussy, his hands on your tits as they sway from the **** of his thrusts.

"Fill me up!" You scream on the video. "I want every drop!"

Then the tape cuts and looks as if it's being filmed from just above your fence into your backyard. You are bent over the glass table by the pool and Mr. Wood is behind you, ramming into your ass.

"Oh, fuck, Ernie!" The you on the video cries. "Harder! Fuck my ass harder!"

The sight of the big man pounding you from behind brings back memories of that day. You can't help but feel aroused.

Then you remember the creepy note.

You mute the audio and reach for the phone. Your hands shake as you dial the number. 555-5555. Someone answers the phone on the first ring.

It's...