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This story contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, and exhibitionistic sex throughout. :3

[center][b][u]The Village Post[/u][/b][/center]

Connor glanced down at the map screen set into the mail truck's dashboard with a sigh of relief as he pulled to a stop at the side of the road. He was on the right street. This wasn't the ferret's usual route. In fact he was a good hour's drive outside the mid-sized town where he normally did his job, covering for a friend and colleague who had broken her ankle just a few days prior. As a result, he didn't know the village at all, and was relying heavily on the van's navigation to guide him around his route in a way he hadn't had to more than a handful of times in the past few years. Thankfully this village in particular was relatively small and simple in its layout, but the last thing Connor wanted to do was let down his friend, or end up annoying some of the residents he would be interacting with for at least a couple of weeks, by missing a house or delivering a parcel to the wrong place because he wasn't paying close enough attention.

The ferret chuckled as he slipped out of the truck and circled around it to open up the side door and retrieve his first delivery of the day. Ellen had told him not to worry, that the village was extremely open minded and friendly. Many postal service workers who had been working the same route for years felt that way though, just because they'd had time to build a rapport with their community. More often than not though the truth was that people, regardless of where they lived, were just people. Some were more friendly, others less so, but if subjected to unexpected changes or inconveniences, even the most friendly person could bristle at a perceived cause of such disruption. Connor did want to believe Ellen though. He really did hope that the people of the village were as friendly as she had insisted. And, as for open minded... well, he wasn't honestly sure why his friend had felt the need to include that detail, but that certainly wasn't a bad thing either.

Holding the package under one arm, Connor rang the bell and waited. A few deliveries on his route had written notes attached to their delivery addresses specifying that he could just open the door and slip the package inside. He was certain that Ellen probably did that a lot more often too, since this seemed like one of those villages where folks probably didn't feel any immediate need to keep their doors locked. But again, since he was new, he didn't want to take any liberties that weren't spelled out within his delivery plan. Thus he waited as he heard movement from within, what sounded like a giggle, and then...

"Ringing my bell, hm? I guess someone wants a show this morning, Elle-...o-oh! Oh my, hello! You're not Ellen! Cute, though!"

The ferret blinked. He probably should have turned away immediately, but he was too stunned. Too surprised to react. Over the years he'd caught more than a few glimpses of nudity. A robe falling open accidentally as someone reached out to take their package or sign for a recorded delivery. Another occupant of the household walking through the hallway in the background without clothes, not having realised the door was open at that specific moment. Things like that. Always accidents, always awkward but resolved in a matter of moments. This however was very much not that. This was the kind of thing that Connor had undergone training for when he first began his career as a postal delivery worker almost a decade prior. What to do if you are inappropriately accosted or propositioned by a member of the public while working.

Except... in those examples, it had always been some leering, creepy older guy flashing himself or jerking off on the street early in the morning. Not an actual resident whose address was known, and definitely not a plump, big breasted, attractively close-shorn middle aged sheep woman standing with one hand on the door that she had just pulled open, while the other hand was between her spread legs as she used two fingers to part the lips of her smooth shaven pussy, hips thrusting out towards Connor.

Even though the exhibitionistic act definitely hadn't been meant for him though, a fact made abundantly clear by the sheep starting to address Ellen, her normal postal worker, by name, the naked woman seemed shockingly unabashed by the revelation that it was a total stranger at her door. She giggled again as the ferret stared blankly at her. She bit her bottom lip, and with the middle digit of her hand that was holding her pussy open, she began to rub her clit just a fraction of a second before Connor made a very determined and professional effort to look the sheep in the face, and nowhere even slightly further south than that.

"Ellen's... uh, she hurt her leg. She'll be off for a few weeks. I'm Connor. I'll be covering for her, and... u-um, I have a parcel for you, mom... [b]ma'am![/b]"

Connor's face glowed scarlet even as the sheep moaned audibly, the ferret uncertain whether her masturbation was the cause of that particular pleasurable utterance or if she was reacting to what he'd called her. Either way though, when he made a very clear and deliberate showing of lifting the parcel up towards her, clearly gesturing for the home's occupant to take it, the sheep ceased her fingering a second or so later. She pouted slightly, but playfully as she reached out and took the box, placing one hand under it and the other, fingertips glistening, on the top.

"Aww, nothing [i]special[/i] for me today besides your handsome blushing face? That's okay, maybe next time. Thank you for the package, Connor dear."

And just like that, she took the package and gently closed the door as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if she really didn't mind that she had just flashed the person trying to deliver her mail, and that it had been someone entirely different from who she'd been expecting.

Connor's mind reeled as he walked back to the truck and pulled out the next package, along with a letter for a house just two down the block. He knew that if he was following procedure he should report the experience immediately. But, unexpected and un-asked-for as the flashing had been... it wasn't like he was actually upset by it. Truth be told, it was like something out of a porn, only way hotter than any porn clip that Connor had ever watched, because it had been [i]real[/i]. It had actually happened to him. Add to that the fact he was all too aware the main reason the postal service had rules about reporting such incidents was to cover their own asses from allegations that their workers well-being was being ignored, not because they actually had the power or intention to do anything [i]about[/i] such grievances, and he was already ready to put the whole incident behind him. Well, mostly. He might think about it again after work that afternoon, when he was back home, perhaps in the shower.

With those thoughts running through the ferret's mind, he was already at the next delivery's door. Again he rang the bell, again he heard movement inside after just a brief while, this time accompanied what sounded like two voices talking, and when the door swung open...

"Mistress... i-it's... aahhh, it's nnnhh.. not Miss Ellen..."

A young guy, a white rabbit maybe in his mid twenties, stood trembling on his tip-toes before Connor, while behind him, peering over his shoulder with a delighted grin on her toothy muzzle, was a taller, muscular lioness. She had one hand clutching a leather leash that affixed to a collar around the rabbit's neck, the only item of attire the bunny was wearing, and the other hand was reaching around his body, furiously jerking the skinny male's slim, average sized cock.

"I can see that, pet."

The lioness purred, her broad body dressed in a black, latex-like waistcoat with what looked like leather fastenings, and heavy leather boots that came almost up to her knees, but nothing else in between. She licked her lips as she pumped the rabbit's cock harder, faster, staring at Connor all the while. Judging his reaction. Watching him blush, and stare in confusion. In wonder. Unable to believe how this was happening again, two houses in a row. Before he could come to any sort of conclusion though, Connor heard the rabbit cry out in strangled ecstasy, and watched as immediately the lioness pulled her hand away, lifting it to cover the bunny's mouth as his hips jerked, his cock lurched, and the rabbit began to cum, spurting ribbons of seed that landed just inches in front of Connor's feet on the street beyond the front door. He watched the rabbit whine and whimper and shudder as he came without any ongoing contact with his cock, and yet even though the bunny's own hands were free, clenched into desperately tight fists at his side, he made no effort to save himself from the mixed ecstasy and anguish of an unstimulated climax from start to end.

"There we go. Good pet. Now, thank the nice ferret for watching you be such a shameless slut."

The rabbit whimpered, giggled, and nodded rather dreamily to Connor.

"T-thank you for watching me be a slut for my mistress. Would you like me to make you cum, too?"

Connor's already wide eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Uh... n-no, that's... I'm... working. So, I can't. Thank you, though. Really... uh... generous of you to offer."

The lioness licked her lips.

"So polite. So shy. My pet used to be shy. A quiet, god fearing young man. Now he only feels shame when I tell him he's been a bad boy. And he only has one God."

The bunny giggled and squirmed as his mistress tugged on his leash.

"One [i]Goddess[/i]."

He affirmed with a beaming smile to Connor as his cock dribbled a few more droplets of pre-cum, already softening before the ferret's continued gaze. Connor said nothing in response. He just held out the package and letter, watched the rabbit take it, nodded politely as the lioness thanked him, and turned back towards his van as he heard the couple's voices ringing in his ears before their front door could close.

"I wonder if that's the new strap-on I ordered. Or maybe your chastity harness..."

The rabbit squeaked. The lioness giggled.

"Silly pet, I'm just teasing. Mistress would never lock away that pretty cock of yours. Not when she could have far more fun milking your prostate until you're twitching and shooting blanks for all to see for the rest of the day."

There was another package for a house across the street as Connor leaned into the back of his truck. Instead of immediately grabbing it though, the ferret just stood half inside the vehicle, closing his eyes and taking a few deep, steadying breaths. He actually went to the trouble of pinching his own right hand with two fingers on the left, to check if maybe he was dreaming, and when it seemed as though he wasn't, he took several more breaths, both to try and calm down as he wondered how this could be anything but a dream or fantasy, and to try and stave off the twinges of arousal that had threatened to start his own arousal stirring between his legs for both his deliveries so far. It took a full minute before the ferret could bring himself to withdraw from the truck's interior with his latest delivery in hand, and even then the only reason he was able to muster the courage to go on was because this house had actually given permission for him to open the door and simply slide the package in onto the hallway floor. At least this time he would be spared the threat of temptation. Kept from the longing to do something extremely inappropriate. After all, it wasn't as though his trepidation to continue was born out of any sort of discomfort with or offence towards what was happening. Easy as that might have made things, Connor couldn't claim to be nearly so innocent or morally minded.

He was nervous because this whole experience was making him horny. Really, really horny. And if by some impossible twist there were more houses like this on his route, Connor wasn't sure how much longer he could go before some random passer by would be able to catch footage of a postal worker pulling his cock out in front of an open front door, and seemingly jerking off over the parcel he was supposed to be delivering.

Even thinking about that had Connor's cock beginning to swell helplessly within his pants, and with a groan and several frantic thoughts about politicians he despised with every fibre of his being, Connor fought to deny his cock's rise to erection as he hurried across the street with the package covering his already slightly tented crotch.

"Yes! [i]Yes!![/i] Ohh god, baby. Don't stop! I... a-aahh, I'm gonna cum again..."

The ferret didn't even feel surprised as he approached the opposite kerb, and heard moans, outright cries of ecstasy from within the house he was meant to be delivering to even before he'd stepped onto the sidewalk. The first time had seemed like a once in a lifetime experience. The second had made it an impossible coincidence. But, three in a row? Three homes, three sets of people in a row all on the same street meant one of two things. Either Connor's mind had become so detached from reality that trying to find his way back to any sort of common sense was a futile endeavour, or Ellen had in fact been accurate when she informed Connor of just how [i]open minded[/i] this village was. Hugely, colossally, unimaginably understated in her choice of words, but still effectively accurate at their base level.

After standing in front of the closed door for almost ten seconds, listening to the shrieks, moans and frantically blissful gasps of not one but at least two figures beyond it as he tried to think of any other way to proceed beyond simply leaving the package on the doorstep, ringing the bell and running away like a kid doing knock-knock-dash, Connor reached out and grasped the door handle. Even as he turned it he was certain he heard the shrieks from both parties grow louder, and when he pushed the door open, he realised how they had sounded so, so loud presumably all the way from another room of the house. They had sounded so loud because they weren't in another room of the house at all, but were lying on the hallway floor, wrapped up in a tight and frantic sixty-nine, positioned at just such an angle that opening the front door would immediately and completely expose them to the postal worker's gaze.

The two mice, one plump and caramel furred, the other patched black and white with a more athletic frame, didn't stop to acknowledge Connor's presence. They didn't greet him or audibly express their intent to show off to him. What they did do however, as soon as their large pink ears heard the front door open, was cum. They buried their faces in one another's already sopping wet pussies, between trembling thighs, and squeaked, and screamed, and gushed hot juices all over one another's faces as though they had been working themselves up in anticipation of that exact moment. They slurped and moaned and writhed together as Connor just stood and watched, feeling his cock stiffen with no willpower left to restrain it, long after the parcel was set down on the floor and his job at that home was technically complete. In fact he was still standing there when over half a minute later the more plump of the two mice raised her head, chin dripping and whiskers glistening, and looked over to him. She gasped. She blushed.

"W-wait, you're not Ellen!"

The other mouse squeaked and struggled to look up from where her head was still sandwiched from between her partner's thighs. Before she could do so though, the chubby mouse moaned again.

"Ohhh god, a stranger... we just... I just came in front of a total stranger..."

She gurgled not in shame or horror, but in pure lust, and before Connor could say anything or her partner could weigh in at all, she took one last look at the blushing ferret and his twitching, tented pants, and stuffed her face back between her lover's legs all over again. The other mouse's toes splayed out and a muffled but shrill shriek escaped her as her partner seemingly began to eat her out all over again with renewed vigour, and by the time Connor shakily pulled the door closed once again, he could already hear them grunting their muffled, mutual intentions to make each other cum all over again.

Slowly, in a daze, Connor walked back to his van. With no more deliveries to make on this portion of this street, he slipped back into the driver's seat, closed the door, put on his seat belt, and...

…

...he didn't move. Didn't turn on the truck's engine again. He just sat there, hands on the steering wheel out of instinct more than anything else, while staring down between his legs at his stiff, twitching cock tenting his pants.

He wanted to jerk off.

He wanted to pull out his cock right then and there, and jerk off.

Actually, no. Even that wasn't true. What he really wanted to do was go back to the previous house, open the door, and jerk off in front of the two orally entangled mice. Or to go back to the home of the pet and his mistress, and masturbate, and cum while squeezing his cock as the rabbit looked on with hunger. Or maybe all the way back to the first house, and to see what the sexy sheep woman had meant by her expectation of a [i]special[/i] delivery. But, even after everything he had seen, he couldn't do that. He couldn't even bring himself to pull out his cock there in the van and jerk himself to sweet relief. All he could do after a minute of hesitating and longing was turn on the engine, and put all his focus onto the road in front of him as he left the first street of that sexually liberated village behind, and moved onto the next one.

He didn't even look at the name on the next package. He just made sure the addresses matched, and with his head spinning as he got out of the truck and walked towards the house's front door with the package and his tented cock both leading the way. There were no instructions, no sounds from within. For that reason he rang the bell, and waited. And waited. Were they out? Asleep? Or, was this house's occupant lying in bed, expecting Ellen to open the door, come inside and perhaps join them in bed? Ellen, or whoever else might arrive at their door, regardless of whether they had ever met or not.

Connor was so lost in the fantasy of being invited into a stranger's bed in the middle of his shift that he didn't hear the sounds of someone actually approaching the door. Slowly, with a mix of heavy footfalls and a metallic clicking sound, until finally the door being pulled open actually drew the red faced, trembling, rock hard ferret from his reverie.

The occupant of the house stared out at him. At his flushed face. His glazed eyes. His still clothed but unmistakably rigid cock.

She licked her lips. She giggled, playfully, but almost sympathetically too as she saw him look up and regard her naked body. Her gorgeous, curvaceous body that was naked except for a boot-like cast around one foot, and the crutch she was leaning on with one arm. Connor whimpered breathlessly.

"Ellen?"

The red squirrel giggled again.

"Oh, you poor thing. You look like you're about to explode. Did I need to be more clear in my hints? Did your first few deliveries not offer to take care of you?"

The ferret's cock throbbed visibly within his clothes. He groaned helplessly. His colleague, his friend, in all her naked and gorgeous glory, giggled one last time.

"Come on in. I broke my ankle a few days ago, so I need someone to carry the parcel through to my living room for me. And once you're there... well..."

Ellen licked her lips a second time. Connor shook from head to toe, and a glistening wet spot appeared at the peak of his cock's stretched out tent.

Without another word from either one of them, the ferret slipped inside the squirrel's home. The door clicked shut behind him, and just a few minutes later, for the first time in years since she had taken over the route from the village's old, now retired post-woman, Ellen's cries rang out through her living room window onto the street beyond. Her cries of pleasure burst forth alongside those of a strained, overwhelmed but equally pleasure-wracked male whose bliss had never before been heard in the village, and as an older couple wandered by, chuckling at the sounds and the sight of the mail truck parked outside, the two wolves took one another's hands and smiled fondly.

"New postie..."

One of the men murmured to his husband, smiling wider still as Ellen let loose a particularly loud squeal of near-orgasmic pleasure. The other wolf growled happily, nodded, and squeezed his husband's hand a little more firmly when the new guy loudly but breathlessly whimpered that he was about to cum.

"We'd better order something soon, then. Something with next day delivery, so [i]we[/i] can make him do [i]that[/i], as soon as possible."

They continued to stroll down the street as Connor wailed in rapture, their own cocks stiffening shamelessly within their pants as the ferret poured his hot seed deep, deep into Ellen's spasming, gushing pussy upon her couch. The street was empty again by the time Connor returned to Ellen's front door some five minutes later. The ferret was crimson cheeked but beaming from ear to ear as his colleague, friend and now lover stood there with him, crotch and thighs damp with a mix of her fluids and his overflowing seed, and kissed him fiercely on the muzzle.

"Remember, no-one will be offended if you don't want to get involved with them, or if you're just too tired. But, you're gonna be on this route for a couple of weeks at least. So... I hope you'll try to find time for as many folks as you can."

She murmured to Connor in the wake of their kiss, blushing and pausing for a moment before adding a little extra comment.

"And, on a purely selfish note... you're welcome to visit me at the end of your route. Even if you're too tired to fuck."

Connor's cheeks burned even brighter, but he grinned from ear to ear as he leaned forward himself and pecked Ellen on the tip of her muzzle.

"Even if I'm too tired to eat you out, too?"

He teased, grinning as the squirrel squirmed and nibbled longingly on her bottom lip.

"Mmhmm, even if you're too tired for that."

She affirmed with a twinkle in her eye, her damp thighs squeezing together as a fresh trickle of arousal began to flow forth from within her.

"The village has always taken very, very good care of their local postie. And if you're gonna fill in for me until I'm able to get back on my rounds, I'll work twice as hard as anyone else on your route to make sure you feel not just appreciated. Not just welcome here. I'll make you love being part of the village community so much that by the time I'm ready to take over my delivery route again... you'll either be begging our bosses to give me just an extra few days to rest and recover, or begging me to marry you, so that you never, ever have to leave."

By Jeeves