Bisexual Mothman Mailman Makes A Special Delivery In Our Butts - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

greeting buckaroos hope you are trotting well. in classic tinglers revisited chuck usually likes to pick topic of the day and relate it back to an old tingler, but sometimes instead of talkin on the world it is nice to talk about old chuck himself. also gives me a chance to go back trotting through tinglers that buds just REALLY HAPPEN TO LIKE because you never can tell what’s going to turn into an ALL TIME FAVORITE.

this particular tingler is not too old as most of the classics but boy does it get talked on. tingler name of BISEXUAL MOTHMAN MAILMAN MAKES A SPECIAL DELIVERY IN OUR BUTTS. this of course is classic tale about couple who order packages and get one from a handsome mothman who shows up in handsome uniform to say ‘hello want to pound in fun and consensual way?’

first thing to point out about this tale is that some buckaroos get confused as tingleverse is strictly DINOSAUR, UNICORN, BIGFOOT, and LIVING OBJECT so where the heck does mothman fit in there? this is answered in mothman stories but i can jump ahead and tell you that mothmans are a species of bigfeet. DANG. this also goes for dang jersey devils thats just science.

second thing about this tingler is a little more interesting and why chuck wanted to talk about this tingler as one of my favorites. chuck talks a lot about how all trots are valid and there are tinglers for all kinds of sexualities, but as personal prefrence chuck is a bi buckaroos. of course this is a broad term for all kinds of experiences, but as far as what chuck likes to write on maybe i enjoy BISEXUAL MOTHMAN MAILMAN MAKES A SPECIAL DELIVERY IN OUR BUTTS because buckaroo combination is chucks specific preference and when reading back i think ‘dang. GOOD scene’

Cooper and his wife, Ivy, have been swamped with work, barely able to leave the house as they type away on their laptops in separate rooms. They typically find adventure in globetrotting travel, but with the arrival of a handsome new mothman mailman named Indrid, they suddenly find the adventure coming to them.

Realizing that this handsome cryptid is flirting back, the couple soon begin to order more and more parcels, culminating in an erotic bisexual delivery that’s certain to bring some first class stimulation to your package.

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling bisexual human on handsome mothman threesome action.

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BISEXUAL MOTHMAN MAILMAN MAKES A SPECIAL DELIVERY IN OUR BUTTS

By Chuck Tingle

When you’ve been in a relationship for as long as we have, there are plenty of hurtles to face. Things always change of the course of a marriage, and that’s just fine. In fact, they should change.

No one knows exactly why we’ve been placed here on this planet and given a chance to putter around, but evolving and growing seems to be a big part of it. Why wouldn’t you want that for your partner? Or your relationship as a whole?

Fortunately, Ivy and I love each other from the bottom of our hearts in a way that not only supports change, it thrives on it. The two of us are always looking for adventure, and this desire for all things novel and new keeps us satisfied.

Typically, this personality trait manifests itself in a variety of trips around the world. Of course, we need to strike a balance between work and play, planning our vacation days accordingly, but you can bet that Ivy and me will be out of town as much as possible, taking in all the sights and sounds of some far off land.

Lately, however, work has been especially crazy for the both of us. Ivy’s production company has taken on several new clients, each and every one of them sporting their own unique demands that can barely be satisfied. Meanwhile, as a professional writer, I’ve been working non-stop to get my new novel finished, and while this is typically something that I can do on the road, the deadline for this book is looming larger than ever. I need to buckle down and focus, which means the worldwide adventures will have to wait.

Now Ivy and I are posted up in either corner of our home, laptops open and screens crammed full of various tasks we’ve gotta accomplish before even thinking about taking a break. It’s nice that my wife can work from home, too, so despite this incredible pressure to take care of business, we still have plenty of time to see each other.

“Can you get that?” my wife calls out, her voice echoing through the house and breaking my concentration. I’m abruptly pulled out of a passage I was deeply focused on.

I blink a few times, somehow hoping this tiny movement might center my brain. I turn away from my computer, calling back over my shoulder towards Ivy’s end of the house. “Get what?”

“You didn’t hear that?” my wife shouts in return.

“Hear what?” I continue, utterly confused.

Suddenly, the familiar ring of our doorbell echoes through our home. I must have been so deep into my writing that I’d missed it the first time.

Funny enough, as difficult as Ivy’s work is, she’s clearly less focused at the moment and in a much better position to grab the front door. Regardless, I’m happy to take care of it.

“Got it!” I call out, then stand up from my desk and walk through the living room towards the entryway. I catch a glimpse of my wife through the open door of her office as I go, giving her a playful wink.

I arrive at the front door and pull it open with a smile. “Hi there,” I offer.

Standing before me is a mailman that I don’t recognize. We’ve had Noah delivering packages for the six years that we’ve lived in this home, but it appears something has happened because the guy standing before me is certainly not Noah. Instead, I’m faced with a muscular mothman, the creature covered in greyish white hair and sporting a large pair of wings folded against his back. His eyes are huge and glowing, placed lower than one might expect and giving the rare cryptid a distinct appearance, as though his head was actually positioned somewhere deep within his muscular chest.

“Package for Ivy Herrington,” the handsome mothman informs me, holding out a small box. “Anyone can sign for it, I just need a signature.”

“Oh, thank you,” I stammer. “Noah taking the day off?”

The mothman shakes his head, which consists of him turning his entire body from side to side. “Afraid not,” the creature replies. “He’s no longer with us.”

“Oh, wow,” I blurt. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”

The mothman seems a little confused at first and then, moments later, his expression floods with understanding. “Oh no. He just quit.”

The creature hands me a clipboard with a sheet of paper attached to the front of it. I sign it quickly and then hand it back to him.

“Thank you!” the mothman replies. “I’ll be seeing you!”

The creature turns to leave but I call out to stop him in his tracks. “What’s your name?” I question.

“Indrid!” the mothman replies. “Nice to meet you!”

“I’m Cooper,” I inform him, reaching out and giving the furry, muscular creature a firm handshake.

The mothman smiles and then turns once again, heading off down the front walkway with a satchel full of packages slung over his shoulder. I can’t help but let my eyes linger as he goes, taking in the creature’s incredibly muscular physique. He’s dressed quite conservatively, in a typical mail carrier’s uniform, but the cut of his pants hang just right across the mothman’s perfectly toned rump.

When he’s finally out of sight I turn to head back inside, but jump in surprise when I see that my wife is standing in the foyer waiting for me.

“Oh!” I blurt, almost dropping the package. “I didn’t see you there.”

“You okay?” Ivy questions.

I nod, trying to pull myself back into reality. “Yeah, I just met the new mailman.”

“Noah’s gone?” my wife continues.

“Apparently,” I reply, strolling over and handing her the package. “This is for you.”

Ivy smiles and takes the box, then opens it immediately, tearing through the package and pulling out a brand new book. It’s titled Bisexual Buckaroos: Seven Bi Group Encounters In The Tingleverse.

“That looks fun,” I offer, taking in the gorgeous couple standing proudly on the cover between a dinosaur and a bigfoot.

My wife grins mischievously. “I thought we could read it together.”

Initially, I’d planned on keeping my powerful attraction to the mothman mailman under wraps, just a fleeting moment in time and nothing more. It suddenly dawns on me, however, that Ivy might be just as interested in our handsome new mailman as I am.

We’re an adventurous couple, after all, and if we don’t have time to head out into the world and experience new things, maybe these new experiences can come to us.

“The mailman was… pretty cute,” I finally inform her. “You would’ve liked him.”

“Maybe I’ll get the door next time,” Ivy offers.

The two of us eventually get back to work in our separate ends of the house, but now I’m struggling to focus. I typically don’t have much trouble diving back into projects, but the handsome mailman’s cute butt keeps trotting through my head and distracting me. I keep typing out a few sentences at a time, then immediately lose my train of thought as a mothman rump strolls across my conscious mind, playfully swinging his hips from side to side.

Eventually, I give into my temptation. I open up an online shopping website and do a quick search for something, anything, that has same day delivery.

I settle on a brand new pen, then click to order.

The second my order is placed I feel a sense of calm and focus wash over me. I’ve done as much as I can to fulfill this strange little fantasy, and now it’s time for me to let it go. Now, the only thing left to do is wait.

As the afternoon rolls onward, I actually manage to get some words down. I’m in the zone, rolling along confidently as my fingers dance across the keyboard before me. The handsome mothman is still lurking somewhere in the back of my mind, but right now he’s certainly not the focus.

However, all of that changes when the doorbell rings.

I stand up from my chair, strolling out into the foyer to see that my wife is still working away, her headphones plugged in and her music blaring.

“Hey!” I call out. “Could you get the door?”

Ivy doesn’t notice.

“Hey!” I continue.

Eventually, I’m forced to walk over and tap my wife on the shoulder, causing her to turn around and pull off her headphones.

“Can you get the door?” I question.

My wife just stares at me blankly. “Why don’t you get it?”

This is a very good point, and suddenly I find myself completely unable to respond with a coherent answer. The next thing I know, Ivy and me are both laughing hysterically.

“I ordered something online,” I finally explain once I get control of the spastic chuckles that are escaping my throat. “You can see the mailman now.”

Ivy grins, shaking her head from side to side in an expression of good natured frustration and begrudging excitement. She takes a deep breath and stands up from her chair, then strolls out into the living room as she makes her way toward the front door. Meanwhile, I hang back and watch her go, sneaking glances from around the door frame of her office.

Ivy opens the door. “Hi there,” she begins, then stops suddenly as the words catch in her throat.

“Is everything alright?” comes the familiar voice of our new mothman mailman.

“Oh, yeah,” my wife stammers, struggling to collect herself. “I heard we had a new delivery person, but I guess I’m still a little surprised.”

“That’s alright. I’m Indrid,” he continues. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ivy,” my wife counters, introducing herself.

The mothman mailman hands Ivy my package. “Here you go,” he offers. “Have a good day, ma’am.”

Indrid strolls away and my wife slowly closes the door behind him. Her jaw is hanging open and her eyes are wide as she walks back to me. She mouths the words, “oh my god,” as she approaches, then hands me the package before wrapping her arms around me.

“Right?” I offer.

“You weren’t kidding,” Ivy continues, kissing me deeply on the lips.

My heart is slamming hard within my chest now for reasons that I can’t quite explain. That craving for adventure I’ve been longing for has finally been satiated in some small way, and now my body is desperate for more. I can tell that Ivy is on exactly the same page, and as we pull away from one another our eyes lock in a knowing gaze.

“Should we… order more packages?” my wife questions mischievously.

The mere suggestion sends a bolt of arousal through my body, but I find myself hesitating. As fun as this is, I certainly don’t want to be a nuisance to our new mail carrier. I understand that he’s just doing his job, and will be delivering mail all day regardless of whose house it’s going to, but I still feel a little strange about ogling someone who doesn’t want to be ogled.

“I don’t know,” I finally reply. “I don’t wanna bother him if it’s just for kicks.”

“It might not be,” Ivy offers.

I furrow my brow, not quite sure what she’s getting at. “What do you mean?” I question.

“He winked at me,” my wife continues.

Another bolt of arousal shoots through me, this one even more potent than the first. I can feel my frame starting to tremble slightly, quaking with a sense of anxious arousal.

“Really?” I question, this revelation seeming a little too good to be true.

“He sure did,” Ivy offers. “Let’s just order a few more packages and see what happens.”

Over the next few days, my wife and I make far more online purchases than we probably should. We make sure to space them out so they arrive slowly, coming throughout the afternoons and allowing us a steady stream of interaction with Indrid the mailman.

It’s not long before we strike up a casual report with this handsome mothman, learning all about his life and growing ever more attracted by his laidback confidence. We learn a lot over the course of those few days, like the fact that mothmen are technically a species of bigfoot, and that Indrid could make his rounds much faster with the use of his wings, but he’s required to drive the mail truck for advertising purposes.

It also becomes glaringly apparent that Indrid’s attraction is not just towards my wife, but me as well.

Soon enough, all three of us are openly flirting whenever he arrives, growing more and more blatant with our advances as the erotic tension builds.

Finally, Ivy and I hatch a plan.

The doorbell rings and my wife and I exchange glances.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I question.

Ivy nods, taking my hand in hers and then giving me a quick kiss.

We stroll over to the front door and open it up, smiling wide as we’re greeted by Indrid’s familiar face.

“Two packages for my favorite folks!” the mothman announces, handing us our respective boxes. “How you doing this afternoon?”

“Pretty good,” I reply. “Excited to get these open.”

“Oh yeah?” the mothman continues. “Something fun?”

My wife grins mischievously, then reaches out and runs her hand down Indrid’s muscular chest, a move that clearly tips our usual flirtatious conversation into something much, much more. This is the moment that everything could change, Indrid’s opportunity to pull away and shut the whole scenario down, or decide to push even deeper into uncharted waters.

“You wanna come in and open up these packages with us?” Ivy questions.

I’m utterly frozen in place, waiting with baited breath to see what our cryptid mailman’s reaction will be.

The mothman smiles, understanding exactly what’s going on here. “It’s my duty as a mailman to make sure all packages get where they’re going in working order,” he replies slyly.

We step back and open the door even wider so that Ingrid can step inside. The mailman comes in and takes a look around, admiring this home from a viewpoint he’s never had before.

“Which one should we open first?” my wife continues.

The mothman smiles and then turns his attention to me. “How about yours?”

I nod, then begin to slowly, but confidently, tear open my brown box. Moments later, I extract an object from within: a rubber cock ring.

“Very nice,” Indrid offers. “Let’s make sure it wasn’t damaged in transit.”

The handsome cryptid reaches down and begins to unbutton my jeans, eventually tugging them down and allowing my swollen cock to spring forth in all of its glory. Indrid gasps slightly when he first lays eyes on my enormous rod, but quickly centers himself.

The mothman mailman takes my cock ring and then drops down to his knees before me, gazing up playfully as he takes my dick in one hand. With the other hand he positions my new cock ring and then starts to push it down across my shaft.

Unfortunately, this doesn’t seem to work. A little more lubrication is required.

“Let’s get you wet,” Indrid offers.

The next thing I know, the handsome mothman is opening his mouth wide and taking my rock hard dick between his lips, slowly pumping his face up and down across the length of my shaft. I lean my head back and let out a long, satisfied groan, my eyes shut tight as I bask in this incredible moment of pleasure.

Soon enough, I sense another presence joining the handsome mothman below. I glance down to see my beautiful wife, also on her knees, taking turns with some oral maneuvers of her own. My two lovers begin to pass my shaft back and forth, sometimes dragging their tongues across my length and other times sucking me off with frantic enthusiasm. My wife reaches up and cradles my balls as she works me, a technique that she knows I enjoy.

Soon enough, the whole encounter evolves into some kind of spirited competition between Indrid and Ivy, showing off their blowjob skills in a playful sexual contest.

It’s not long before Ivy opens her mouth wide and takes my cock between her lips, pushing her face farther down onto my shaft. Deeper and deeper she slides, swallowing my entire cock within her gullet and somehow relaxing her gag reflex enough to provide me safe passage. The next thing I know, my wife’s face is pressed up hard against my toned abs, my member fully consumed in a stunning deep throat.

I place my hands on the back of my wife’s head, holding her here for a good while until Ivy is finally forced to pull back in a sputtering gasp, spit dangling in a long, translucent strand between her lips and the head of my shaft.

“There we go,” Ingrid offers cheerfully, grabbing my dick once more and placing my new cock ring over the end. He slides the rubber circle all the way down to the base and then moves back a bit, admiring his handiwork.

“Think it fits?” I question playfully.

“Looks perfect,” the mothman mailman observes. “Now let’s take it for a test drive in my ass.”

The handsome cryptid turns around and falls forward, popping his butt out toward me and wiggling his furry rump from side to side. He begins to slip out of his uniform, pulling the fabric away from his body slowly and revealing a breathtakingly chiseled form. Soon enough, Indrid is completely naked.

He reaches back and gives his rear end a playful slap, gripping his butt tightly with one hand and then spreading himself open so that I can get a good look.

“What are you waiting for?” Indrid coos. “Come fuck this tight mothman ass.”

“You heard him,” my wife chimes in enthusiastically.

I do as I’m told, climbing down into position behind the handsome mailman and aligning my swollen dick with his tightly puckered backdoor. I tease the rim of his butthole for a minute and then finally push forward in a deep, powerful swoop, watching with rapt amazing as the creature leans back and lets out a long, satisfied moan.

The mothman braces himself against me so that my cock can plunge even deeper within his stretched out asshole. He takes me fully as the two of us begin to rock together, enjoying the pleasant sensations as they spill forth across our bodies. We start slowly at first, then gradually speed up into a steady rhythm.

“Keep fucking me, keep fucking me,” the mothman groans, repeating the words over and over in a frantic mantra. He starts off quiet and then builds into a wild scream, crying out over and over again while I hammer him from behind. “Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me!”

Suddenly, the familiar voice of my beautiful wife cuts through the commotion. “Should we see if my package is in working order, too?” she questions.

The mothman and I look up to see Ivy standing proudly before us, an enormous strap-on cock projecting out from her hips.

Indrid and I nod vigorously, watching with excitement as my wife strolls around behind me. She spits on her hand, lubing up her new toy, then positions herself at the rear. The three of us are now hunched over in a long row of pleasure, stacked like pleasure seeking dominoes just ready to fall over the edge of orgasm.

Ivy wastes no time, thrusting forward and impaling me across her strap-on rod. I let out a startled yelp as she enters me, not entirely prepared for her incredible size but accepting it all the same.

My wife takes her time with me, holding still at first as she allows my body to adjust to her gigantic shaft. Eventually, the two of us start to move, any discomfort slipping away as it’s replaced by a potent warmth and fullness.

Soon enough, all three of us are bucking against one another, our bodies slamming in a expertly performed polyrhythmic dance. We begin to loudly moan in a chorus of ecstasy, our voices swirling like a sonic cocktail as the sensations build within.

My position in the middle is almost too overwhelming, but I somehow manage to stay connected to this moment. The pleasure that floods through me is just as much about my cock in Indrid’s ass as it is the strap-on that’s impaled mine.

“I’m so close!” I cry out.

“Not yet,” my wife coos in my ear. “I want you to fuck me now.”

Ivy pulls out and, moments later, I remove myself from the handsome mothman.

The three of us turn around in unison so that our established connections have been reversed. Instead of my dick fucking Indrid, the muscular cryptid is now preparing himself to plow away at me. My wife, on the other hand, have flipped around and is laying out on her back with her legs spread confidently. She looks absolutely incredible, offering me a mischievous wink as I climb down into position before her.

Ivy takes a moment to remove her strap-on so that I’ll have easier access, then wraps her arms around me, pulling me close. I slip deep within my wife’s pussy, sighing loudly as she accepts me into her warmth.

“Are you having fun?” Ivy whispers in my ear.

I nod enthusiastically. “Fuck yes.”

Suddenly, the mothman enters me from behind and causes my breath to catch in my throat. I’d thought my wife’s strap-on was big, but this is another level entirely. Indrid’s cock is a force to be reckoned with, and I’m lucky I’ve been significantly warmed up.

As I thrust into my beautiful wife, the mailman slams into me from behind with equal force, grinding his hips against me as his mammoth cock drives deep. Indrid knows exactly what he’s doing, his rod hitting me in just the right spot as the sensations of prostate orgasm begin to blossom.

It’s not long before all three of us are crying out once more, that same ol’ erotic choir singing a brand new song.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I yell, the aching pleasure building up within as I tremble and shake.

“Me too!” the mothman shrieks.

“Me three!” my wife adds, her eyes rolling back into her head.

Indrid goes first, hammering away at my butthole and then pushing deep and holding tight. I can feel his spunk spilling out in load after hot load, filling me up to the brim and then eventually spilling out from the corners of my tightly packed asshole. His cum runs down the back of my legs in long pearly streaks.

The feeling of the mothman’s payload is enough to send me over the edge of my own mighty orgasm. I throw my head back and let out a wild, guttural cry, pulling out of Ivy’s pussy and intending to blow my load all over the stomach of my wife. The second I do this, the mothman reaches around and grabs my dick in his furry hand, beating me off furiously as the orgasm hits me like a truck.

I buckle forward, almost collapsing entirely but somehow managing to stay upright as splatters of warm jizz erupt out from the head of my shaft. The jizz paints Ivy’s skin with beautiful patterns as she reaches down and begins to frantically rub her clit.

The second I finish I dive down and begin to eat my wife out, lapping away at Ivy’s pussy as her stomach begins to clench tight and then release over and over again.

“I wanna cum with a mothman cock in my ass,” my wife suddenly coos, letting us know what she really wants.

I glance over at Indrid, who I expect to be tuckered out by now, but the handsome cryptid is already at full attention once more. The mothman springs into action, lying down next to my wife and helping her move as she climbs over the top of him.

Ivy reaches down and grabs Indrid’s giant cock, then impales herself across his incredible girth in one swift and fearless movement. She doesn’t move, just keeps the rod planted deep within her body as she pulls me back towards her pussy. The next thing I know, I’m flicking my tongue across Ivy’s clit once again, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she’s tumbling over.

Seconds later my wife screams out and grips tightly onto the back of my head, pulling me against her as a powerful orgasm erupts through every nerve.

When the three of us finally finish we collapse into a pile right there in the middle of the living room, panting hard as we struggle to catch our breath.

“That was amazing,” I finally offer.

“Agreed,” the mothman replies, standing up and beginning to pull back on his uniform.

“Leaving so soon?” my wife coos.

Indrid nods. “I’ve still got a lot of packages on my list today,” he informs us, “but you’ll be seeing me around.”

“I hope so,” I chime in.

When the handsome cryptid finally finishes getting ready he strolls toward the front door, but stops before making his exit. Indrid turns back around to face us. “I’m looking forward to more special deliveries,” he offers.

“Us too,” I reply with a knowing grin.