up the carrots and made the bed. She kissed him goodbye at the doorstep and told him that there would be plenty of other times when they would be able to spend a leisurely afternoon together. Just to make sure that he remembered her well, she gave is crotch a last pet. "Oh, my, Jack," she said, "you're going to have to come again for sure. Or is that a carrot in your pocket?"
As was his style, he blushed and ran off to his delivery truck. He was a very happy young man.
Janet knew one thing for sure: she might not hire this woman, but she sure as hell was going to try and fire her up. She invited the domestic woman into the house with a cordial salute: "My name is Mrs. Tibbleton and I'm going to interview you for the job." "Yes, Mam," said Tilda, coming into the new spacious living room. "It's a lovely house you have."
Janet shut the door quickly. "Let's be frank, Tilda," said Janet. "I want something special from a maid who will be in the house. "You'll not be screwing my husband, but you will have to perform certain extracurricular chores for me. Do you know what I mean?"
Tilda smiled. "I'm very experienced, Mam. I have excellent references and I am willing to work quite hard to please you."
"Come with me," said Janet. She took Tilda by the hand. "And we shall see what we shall see." She led the prospective maid into the bedroom. "I want you to pretend that it is an ordinary day. You've finished the house cleaning and-" As she spoke Janet slowly but surely undressed. She took off all other clothes and spread herself out in the big bed that went with the big new house. She spread her legs and her cunt was wide open, the lips spread. She was still a youngster, a teenager, but her labial lips had thickened from the hefty amount of fucking she'd been doing, "-so now here I am and you are there and you've finished your domestic work. What do you do now?"
"Well," said Tilda, "perhaps Madam would be interested in a massage?"
"That's good for a start. I like that. Let's try it."
Tilda stepped toward the bed.
"First undress. If you get the job I'll want you nude a lot of the time. Except when I have my guests. You know what I mean?"
Tilda smiled again. "Of course, Mam." She slipped neatly out of her jump suit. She folded it and her big mellon-shaped titties hung forward. Janet appreciated the expert display of such a fine pair of titties. "Well, well, well, that's a good start indeed. Come over here now and begin the massage." She eyed Tilda's fine cunt. It was bigger than her own, and it looked like it had been fucked many times. "I like your pussy, Tilda. You may just have yourself a job. If you can give a good massage."
Janet rolled over on her belly and let Tilda begin. The domestic worked her fingers up and down Janet's back. She rubbed softly at first, and then with more energy. Soon she was leaning all of her weight, and some of her breast flesh, into the chore. And then she lay down flat on Janet's back. "More and more," said Janet. "I think you know what a maid's jobs really are. “She spread her legs and indicated that the applicant should try her skill at satisfying her prospective employer's anal needs. "Shall I lick you, Mam?" asked Tilda.
"Just a little fingering will do for now. This is only the interview."
Tilda reached a finger down to the slender slot between Janet's firm ass cheeks. She rubbed her digit up and down in the groove. Then she stuck her finger into her own twat, there to lubricate it, and finally she returned to playing with Janet Tibbleton's rectum. She slipped her finger into the iris hole and shot the digit up high.
"Oh, God, yes! You do know some of your chores already!" moaned Janet. "That's nice." She squirmed around and around on the maid's hefty finger. She flipped her hips up and down and managed to get even a little more of the drilling finger into her anus. She loved the feel of anything phallic poking around in her butt, and really the interview was just an excuse to get a little extra sex. It crossed Janet's mind that they might also have to hire a butler, just to take care of really important chores, like her cunt.
"Now, Tilda," she said, "let me roll over."
Tilda pulled her finger out of young Janet's asshole. "Yes, Mam," she said cordially. "There you are, Mam." Janet rolled over. "I want you to fondle my tittles, Tilda. Show me how you would do that at the end of your day." Tilda leaned forward and pressed her hands around Janet's hot breasts. She stroked lightly up and down. "I would try, Mam," she said as she worked along the smooth slopes of Janet's chest, "to treat you as nicely as I would have *a maid' treat me." She smiled and leaned forward to suck up one of Janet's hot nipples. She used her tongue and her soft wet lips to caress and fondle Mrs. Tibbleton's titty tip. Then she kissed the firm pendular flesh of the mammary gland itself. Finally, she sucked up a good mouthful of breast and licked it inside her mouth. Then she lifted up her entire body and climbed between Janet's spread thighs. She rubbed her mound against Janet's mound and reached down between Janet's legs with her hand. She began to flick the ready clitoris meat there. She rubbed it up and down and kissed Janet on the face in the mouth. She gave her tongue and licked around inside the younger woman's oral cavity. "Mmmm," hummed Janet, and when she broke away, she said: "That's very nice. That's a good beginning. So far you have the job, but one must be sure." She reached, still on her back, for the bedside drawer. When she couldn't quite make it, Tilda assisted, reached into the box-like drawer, and pulled out a plastic dildo. "Is this what you wanted, Mam?"
"Mm, yes," said Janet. "That's what I wanted. Do you know how to use it?"
Tilda smiled demurely, flicked the dildo to full speed, and slid it down slowly to the entrance to Janet's pussy. "I will give you as much of this as you want."
"I want all of it," said Janet. "Don't mess around. Just push it in there and make it hot and hard." The maid went ahead and pushed the hot prick machine into place as directed. She rubbed up and down and especially close to what she knew was Janet's clit. At the same time, she pressed her Swedish mammaries against her American counterpart's hot breasts. The two sets of breast flesh meshed in a pretty sight. The two women embraced, and Tilda let loose of the dildo. It was securely placed and there was little chance of it coming free from Janet's hungry teenage twat.
With her hands free, Tilda was able to work her way down around Janet's anus again. She massaged the hot butt flesh and worked a finger up into the asshole tube. She jammed up hard, cramming as much of her digit into the space as possible. A good deal of sap from Janet's cunt made the going easy. Tilda worked her finger in soft circles inside the sphincter tube until Janet started moaning and groveling. The dildo slipped free and the maid had to relocate the thing. She pushed it in deeper, and the girl on the bottom began to moan: "Oh, God, Tilda, that's nice. That's very nice, sweetheart. I like that. Keep your tittles against my chest. Keep fucking me with that stick. It's all so fucking nice."
"Yes, Mam," said the maid in her best professional voice. But she, too, was beginning to get hot. She wrapped her thick thighs around one of Janet's legs and pressed. She wanted a feel for her own cunt, too. She rubbed up and down and got her own clitoris going in that manner. Then, with one hand fisting the dildo in Janet's hole, she used her free hand to rub her own cunt. She reached down between her labia lips, found the clit, and pinched it off. A moment later, Swedish Tilda was so hot and bothered, so lusty, that she completely forgot about the work she was supposed to be doing on her prospective employer. She lay off to the side of the bed and scrubbed her own cunt with her finger. She left the dildo in place between Janet's thighs and left the younger girl to fend for herself. Meanwhile, Janet was so carried away with passion that she climbed up toward Tilda, took the dildo out of her own snatch, and placed it against the Swedish girl's pussy. "Oh, God," moaned Tilda, "I love it, Mam. I love that stick in me. Don't stop."
Janet pressed the machine deep inside the young Scandinavian's pussy. She worked it around until it was fully placed, buried in Swedish cunt flesh. Then she crammed it hard against the girl's clit.
"Eeeeeeee. ahhhhhhh… gooooood, Mam," said Tilda in a gasp. Her big smooth blond chest heaved upwards and her nipples took on the color of fresh red rose buds. Her cunt seethed with ease juice, with clean oily sap, and her ample thighs spread themselves, seemingly automatically. Her knees came up high and her anus was clearly revealed.
Janet reached one hand down and fondled the open rectum. "I don't mind giving you a little pleasure once in a while, Tilda, but if I hire you, it won't be very often that you get such a good treatment, you understand."
"I understand, Mam," murmured Tilda, obviously on her way to sexual oblivion. She was so hot and bothered that she probably didn't understand much of anything just then, except, of course, for the finger screwing in her anus and the dildo fucking in her cunt. "I understand everything," she said, juicing profusely from her twat lips. "It's so simple to understand," she muttered. "Doesn't it seem that way to you, Mam?"
"Well, I suppose," said Janet, fisting the machine harder and rubbing it faster into Tilda's clit.
"In just a moment more," said Tilda, "I will understand the universe."
"Fuck," said Janet. "I want nothing to do with that." She pulled the machine out of the Swedish woman's twat. "And besides, you're supposed to be fucking me, not the other way around, eh?" She smiled and lay down again.
"Yes, Mam," said Tilda. "Quite right, Mam." She took the dildo and pressed it between her possible employer's legs. She rubbed it up and down along Janet's smooth loins. She worked it eventually up to the dense wet pubic forest, and there she pushed it through, still vibrating, into Janet's hot hole. "Ahhh, yes," moaned the girl with the stick in her cunt, "that's much fucking better. I like that a lot better. It is after all your job, and not mine." She closed her eyes and lifted her legs. "Another fingering in the anus, please, Tilda."
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.