Tilda dutifully applied her available index finger to the rectum hole. She forced her finger up the smooth tube of anal flesh. Soon she'd penetrated the asshole corridor and could feel bowels. 'Shall I go further, Mam?' she asked.
'Oh, God, yes,' said Janet. 'Go all the way. Both at once. Please, hard; don't stop, no matter what I say, not matter how I scream. It'll be hard, but just keep drilling, o.k.?'
'Yes, Mam,' said the Scandinavian maid. She pushed her finger and the thick plastic cock as hard as she possibly could. Both went flinging into Janet's two holes, filling her up entirely. 'Jesus, fuck,' moaned Janet. 'Oh, God, no. Stop. Stop. Please. Stop.'
But Tilda was following the earlier command, that no matter how hard she complained, Janet wanted the fucking in her two holes to continue. Tilda speared Janet with full force. She even went so far as to attempt to spread Janet's dangling legs even further apart so that there would be an even more vulnerable asshole and pussy tube. Then she jammed in harder for several quick strokes. Janet nearly passed out, and when she came to, she was orgasmic.
'Fuck,' she grunted, 'that was something. That was terrific.'
'I'm glad that Madam is pleased,' said Tilda. 'I take it that I have the job?'
'What makes you say that, you wench,' said Janet. 'I told you to stop and you didn't?' Janet got up off the bed in a huff. 'If you can't follow directions, well, after all, how can I possibly hire you.”?
'But Mam-' protested Tilda. 'You said-'
'Are you being insolent already, Tilda. Or are you wanting to make an excuse of some sort about not understanding English because you are Swedish.' Janet had thoroughly confused the Swedish woman who promptly started dressing. 'Let me just have one more feel of your tittles, Tilda, just so that I will be able to make a good judgment about whether or not to hire you.' 'Never,' said Tilda. 'Not in a million years.' 'Now, Tilda,' said young Janet, 'that's no way to act.'
'You have no idea how crazy you are,' added the Scandinavian woman as she slipped into her heels. 'You are a nut, as you say in your country. I don't understand you Americans.' She shook her butt and made her way out of the house.
Janet laughed to herself. 'Well, I suppose I was a little hard on her.' She lay down on the bed and picked up the dildo. She spread her loins and then her cunt lips and she stuffed the machine into place inside her smooth groove. 'Maybe a little more probe and I'll be orgasmic again.'
A moment later she heard footsteps coming back toward the bedroom. She looked at the clock and realized that it was no doubt Tom. She put the machine away and crawled under the sheets. When Tom entered the bedroom he quietly undressed and climbed into bed with Janet. 'How's my teenage bride?' he asked softly. 'I saw one of your maids leaving. Did you hire her?'
'I haven't decided yet,' yawned Janet. 'Did you like her?'
'She's got big tits, but she's not as pretty as you are, darling.' Tom reached down into his wife's snatch. 'Say,' he said on discovering her wet pussy, 'what have you been up to?'
'I was thinking about you, Tom. About how nice you are to me, about how much I love you.' She spread her legs and took his hand by the wrist. She stroked herself with his finger in the same manner she'd used the machine a moment or two before. She pushed his digit up against her hot little twat-cock. 'I love it when you touch me there, you know that?'
'Mmm,' he nodded. Then he climbed on top of his teenage wife and fucked her with his cock. He slipped right in to the now familiar territory, and speared the back of her tube. 'You know,' he said, 'no matter how many times I get my penis into this tunnel of yours, it always feels nice to me the next time. You know that?'
She pressed her loins closed around his hanging balls. 'Do you like that?' she asked. 'When I close my thighs on your nut nest do you like it?'
'You bet I do,' he said, reaching under her buttocks and grabbing them open so that he could thrust a finger into place in her rectum. 'I like every damn thing you do with my body.' He pressed his hips against her groin, and he enjoyed the feel of her comely thighs working, sliding on his scrotum. She moved smoothly, gracefully, up and down and back and forth on his genitals. She had his prick in her vagina, and his nuts between her legs. He kissed her titties every now and then, especially her nipples, and then he poked around some more in her anus. 'I get a kick out of you,' he said. 'My little adorable teenage wife.' He pressed his face between her big pendular boobies. 'You get so hot so fast,' he said. 'What more could a man ask for?'
She pressed her lips against his mouth then and gave him a long healthy French kiss. Then she started bumping and grinding, getting full use out of his flesh tool. 'Fuck me, Tom,' she said. 'Fuck me really hard so that I don't think about anything.'
He pressed down hard, pulled her legs open so that he could get more meaty beef into her hot cunt, and jammed into her. 'There you go,' he said, starting to swing his hips. 'Is that how you like it, baby? Really fucking hard?'
'Oh. Yeah, Tom. Just like that.' He was stroking powerfully, in and out of her tube. His enormous joint was splitting her open, easily as wide as the dildo machine would have and did. He could feel her long smooth muscles going to work on his cock, grabbing it and holding onto it. She had the smoothest cunt muscles of any woman he'd ever fucked. He could remember plenty of girls with nice juicy, oily pussies, some with tight muscles, some so big you'd have to tie a board on your fanny so as not to fall in, but this one cunt, Janet's pussy, was so smooth, so tight, he could think of none other that so satisfied his aesthetic feeling for 'the vagina.' He rubbed his meat softly back and forth between the thick lips of her twat hole, enjoying every inch of her sliding, bouncing orifice.
'I'm going to come,' she moaned. 'I'm going to come all over the place, Tom. Do you want that?'
'Of course I do,' he said. 'What do you think?'
She pounded her hips upwards, into his crotch, and shot out lots of juice all over his thick hog. He continued to pump her full of his mushroom head. Then, he, too, started coming. He flooded her juice pit with sperm spray. A few seconds later it was all over. He rolled off of his teenage wife's supple and comely body. She was blushing and shaking all over.
'Jesus,' he said, 'are you still coming?'
She didn't answer but breathed hard and fast, long and ardent breaths. Her chest heaved and her loins quivered. 'Janet? Janet?' he asked. 'Are you o.k.”?
'Oh, God,' she moaned. 'I think so.' She was stupefied by her own climax. It had left her exhausted and shaking. She was temporarily unaware even of where she was. Her smooth thighs, her neat tittles, her lovely snatch were all melting together with the continuing chills of orgasm. 'I just lost my bearings,' she mumbled trance-like. 'I'll be alright in a minute.' She climbed into her husband's arms and shuddered for a long time until he had to return to work at the studio.
XI: CHOCOLATE FOR CHARITY
When Troup 113 came soliciting at the Tibbleton household, selling chocolate for charity, there were eight young men in their group. And no one noticed-because things happened pretty fast-that when they left the doorstep there were only seven of them. Those seven pubescent boys went marching on their way to the next house, but one of them-to Janet's way of thinking that afternoon, the handsomest member-stayed behind, inside the house.
'Well,' she said, putting her arm around the young man, 'tell me about yourself.'
'Hey,' said the boy, 'where'd the rest of the guys go? I'm supposed to be out selling candy with them!' He looked back in the direction of the front door, which was quickly disappearing behind him as Janet led him through the long hallway and into the living room.
'You'll catch up with them, Stan. I just want to get to know you a little better. I'm new in the neighborhood and all, and I just want to get to know you. I mean after all, you are a neighbor now, aren't you?'
The boy looked up at pretty Mrs. Tibbleton. 'Yeah, gee,' he said, 'I guess I can always sell candy. Say,' he said, taken by surprise by the large room they'd come into, 'this house is big, isn't it?'
'It certainly is,' said Janet. 'And I'm all alone in it, all day long. It makes me sad.' She sat down on the sofa and hitched up her skirt so that a healthy portion of smooth thigh was available to the boy's view.
