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IX: LOVE THOSE CARROTS

The grocery boy was a constant source of amusement to young Janet. Sometimes, just to see him blush, she would answer the door with only her panties and bra on. She knew that he had a crush on her from the first day he arrived with the delivery of bags packed with market goods. He nearly spilled one bag trying to keep from staring at her big tittles and firm ass cheeks. She always made a point of asking him, just to try and get his goat, if he was married or not. Any fool could tell that the youth didn't even have a girlfriend-his face was covered with nervous acne, and his hands were always a bit shaky-and it was a mean streak as well as a kind of curiosity which made Janet Tibbleton persistent in taunting the lad. On occasion, as he brought the groceries into the kitchen and bent over to set down the heavy bags, Janet would purposefully graze his butt with her thigh or her passing hand. She, of course, would say nothing, but she would watch with intense excitement as the boy's face filled with a blush. He was too timid to do or say anything else. His face turned crimson and he would ask if there was anything else she needed done, and Janet would say, "No, thank you," as curtly as possible. She treated him, in those short intense moments, like a slave. Deep down inside she resented him for some unconscious reason.

One time he showed up short one bag of groceries. Though it was not the youth's fault, Janet took advantage of the market error to scold the boy severely. She reprimanded him in an even-pitched stern and relentless voice. "Jack," she said, "I'm ashamed of you. You come here daily, sometimes, and you look at my body, and you think nasty, wicked thoughts about me, and now you've forgotten a bag of groceries." She pushed her chest out at him to make the punishment that much more difficult for him to take. "Well?" she said. "Well, don't you have anything to say for yourself? Are you just going to stand there and be ashamed? Is that it, Jack? You're ashamed because you're so nasty and stupid like an oaf?" The teenager nearly burst into tears as he ran from the Tib-bleton household. Had his feet not been carrying him so quickly back to his delivery truck, he'd have seen the blonde teenage bride standing at the window watching his ass cheeks run away while she laughed at him out loud. She enjoyed having just one person to humiliate, and the grocery boy served well as some sort of whipping post and scapegoat for her own psyche.

On another similar occasion, after she'd scolded him for something minor like not wiping his feet off before he stepped on her freshly waxed kitchen floor, she added insult to injury by taking him aside in the corner of the room. She backed him up against a cupboard and put her hand down between their bodies. It was a moment that the lad dreamed of, longed for, in some sense or other, and he knew full well that Mrs. Tibbleton was tempting him very close to the line over which he would only regretfully cross on his own. Her fingers were less than an inch from his crotch, and her fifties were fully pressed close to his face. If he had had the nerve to take a deep breath, he'd have pressed up against her just by filling his torso with fresh wind. She stood there with her hand close to his cock, nearly touching it, and then backed away. Sure enough, just the proximity of her young supple body near his had brought his cock to attention. "Look at you," she said, "cowering there like a scared pussy cat. Are you chicken, Jack? Is that it? Are you a little chicken shit boy? What is it, Jack? Afraid to come to Janet with your real feelings?" She hesitated and then changed her voice. "Of course you're afraid. Because you think only rotten dirty things, you stupid ugly adolescent. You have no idea what's pretty in the world and you come here with your filthy notions of how to deliver groceries to a married woman. Isn't that right, Jack?!" He took a deep breath and finally stood up to her; "You have no right to say those things to me, Mrs. Tibbleton. I may be a little younger than you are, but I have feelings, too."

"Of course, you do, Jack," said Janet, coming up close to him. "Of course you have feelings." She put her arm around his shoulder. He was shaking like a frightened beast. "It's just that your feelings, Jack, are not very natural. They're strange. Jack. You get a boner, don't you, just from thinking about me sometimes. Isn't that right, little Jack?" She caressed his face and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. "You think nasty thoughts and you get a nasty little hard-on. Isn't that right?"

He blushed severely and didn't know what to say. She was confusing him. He didn't think that getting a boner was a bad thing to do, but he liked her in an innocent enough manner and passionately enough that if thinking that it was nasty would make her happy, he would do that. "I don't think it's nasty," he said, risking everything in one quick sentence. "I don't think it's nasty at all. I think you're beautiful and it turns me on to see you." With that he ran again from the house. This time Janet didn't laugh about the boy as he left. She knew he'd come into his own.

She quickly picked up the phone and dialed the market. Before Jack even returned to the store the order was ready for him, one bag of carrots, to the Tibbleton household. Jack begged his manager that he be excused from that delivery, but his boss said that Janet Tibbleton specifically said to send "that very nice boy Jack back" to her house with the delivery, that "no one else would do." Reluctantly, fearing the worst, Jack picked up the bag of carrots and made his way back to Janet's address. He paced outside the door, considered leaving the parcel and ringing the door bell and running. Janet watched from the window as the young man tried to come to terms with himself. She wondered what he'd have decided had he known right then that she stood completely nude on the other side of the door. Luckily for them both, Jack decided to deliver the package in person. He rang the bell, and before his eyes even registered the warm glow on Janet's face and her fresh nude body, her titties and her naked cunt and her long smooth legs, he blurted out: "Here's your package, Mrs. Tibbleton and don't you treat me rotten any more!" When his brain finally accepted the image of what his eyes had instantly perceived, he muttered: "Oh, God. Oh, God."

"Jack," murmured Janet, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him into the house before any neighbors might see that she stood there in the buff, "it's time that you and I decided to get along a little better."

"Oh, God," moaned Jack. "I, ah, oh. God." He stood there trying not to look, trying to avoid seeing the beautifully gently heaving chest full of mammary flesh, the lovely damp pussy. He averted his eyes and leaned against the door which had been slammed shut and locked behind him. "I don't know what to say, Mrs. Tibbleton. I don't know-"

She took him by the chin. "Look at me," she said. "Look at me. Jack."

He looked her in the eye. "You're beautiful," he said. "You're really beautiful."

"Now, now," she said, "take it easy and we'll have a little fun together. Isn't that what you really want?"

He looked down her body and then at her face. "I hope you're not teasing me again." He sensed, though, even as he said this last, that she was no longer teasing him, that she was willing to gratify his sexual needs and his terrible lust for her. "Sorry," he said, "I know you're not teasing, but you've treated me awfully-"

"That's all in the past," she said, unbuttoning his shirt. "I was just amused by you before, playing my little games." She rubbed her smooth palms under his shirt and up along his young shoulders. "I wanted to know if you were really interested in me, or if you were just trying to get some sex from a poor young housewife." She smiled and started on his belt. "You know how it is, young Jack. There are lots of men not so nice as you who want a girl to do things for them and then they don't care about the girl at all." She had his belt undone and she was stroking his cock, manipulating his virgin meat up and down between her long fingers. "Do you understand that I was just testing you, young Jack?"

"I guess so," he said. "But-"

"No more buts about it. My husband will be home in an hour so we don't have much time. You are a virgin, is that right?"

He nodded shamefully.

"Now, now, we're going to take care of that right now," she said with a gleeful smile. "I was once a virgin myself," she said. "Not so long ago, as a matter of fact." She indicated to him that he should remove all of his clothes. "We can't get into bed with our shoes on now, can we?" he shook his head, smiled broadly and quickly removed all of his clothes entirely.

"Good," she said. "That's much better." She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. She had him lay on his back. It was, for Janet, like having her own special flesh dummy with which to do everything she wanted. But she really did like the boy, and she liked the idea of having someone young to teach everything she knew. Of course, she'd have to pack all of the lesson into one or two quick fucks, but that was better than no fucking at all.

"First things first," she said bowing down over the boy's joint. "I'm going to give you a little header. Do you like that idea?"

"Well, yes," he said. "Sure." He watched young Janet Tibbleton take her lips to his mushroom head. He was already quite hard and she had no trouble at all getting a good firm hold with her sealing lips on his mushroom crown. She stroked her mouth up and down around the head of his cock. "Now," she said, taking the young prick muscle out of her face, "I think you should do a little tasting in my cunt, just to be sure you know what that is all about. O.k.?"

"Sure," said Jack with a big smile. "Good," said Janet. "I'm glad to see you know what that is." She lay back and spread her legs and Jack leaned tentatively down to her pussy. He splayed his tongue out and licked a couple of times at Janet's hole. "You have to get the clitoris. Jack. Do you know what that is? The clitoris?" The boy had heard of such things, but he did not honestly know for sure what it meant, where it was, and what purpose it served. But he didn't want to risk a scolding so he nodded his head and pushed his tongue further onto the mound of Janet's pussy. "Oh," she moaned, "do you ever know what a clit is! That's perfect!" He accidentally hit the clit on the button, and having discovered this little disk of flesh and its ability to go erect, he would never again doubt his knowledge of it. He smiled in his heart to have been so lucky. He lapped at the clit muscle several times in a row and knew that he was well on his way to losing his virginity. He started to loosen up, too, using his hands to stroke Janet's splendid thighs, his fingers to knead her loins. He reached up to her titties and kneaded the flesh there. "Well," she sighed, her chest beginning to heave with desire, with real lusty passion, "I guess even a virgin knows some of the tricks that make a woman hot, hey, Jack?"

He continued to do what came natural to him. He worked her tittles up and down and pressed his tongue along the edges of her hungry twat hole. He used his hands to manipulate her thighs and her breasts and to rub her stomach. Before long he could sense her aroused passions, her well-developed heat. He noted the fact that her breath was coming faster, that her titties had turned a deeper red and that her face was flushed. He even thought he saw a bit of perspiration on her lovely upper lip. But most of all, he observed that her hips were swaying up and down, shivering as he continued to stroke her twat with his fingers and occasionally with his tongue. "You're getting hot!" he said. "You're getting really hot!" This alone was a victory of the first order for young Jack for he'd often doubted his prowess with women, especially with one so pretty, so comely as Janet Tibbleton.

"That's right. Jack," she said. "You've made me hot. And there's something else you can do for me that will make me very hot. Would you like to do something else for me to make me hot?"

"Anything," he said. "You just name it, Janet."

"Well," she said, "it seems a shame to let that whole big bag of carrots go to waste out there. I was thinking that maybe you might bring them in here and we could…"

"You want to eat at a time like this?" he said, somewhat naively.

"Oh, no," she said. "You just go get the carrots and I'll show you what we can do with them." The boy had a perplexed look on his face, but he slid away from the bed and raced out after the bag of orange sticks. He came back in a flash and opened the bag as per Janet Tibbleton's instructions. "Here," he said, handing her one of the things.

"Now watch what I do, Jack. Watch carefully." The youth could no more have taken his eyes off Janet just then than he could have made his erection go down. She took the carrot and stroked with the pointed end at her clitoris. She rubbed the roughly hewn vegetable, especially the ridges, up and down along her pussy. The corrugated surface of the natural stick gave her a special thrill. She winced at one point because it was so intense a pleasure. "See how I do that?" she said. "Now you try it." She handed him the carrot. He took it in his hand and looked at it, and then he looked at Janet's open beaver. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Come on. Jack," she said. "We don't have much time, remember?"

He nodded and climbed up onto the bed. He positioned himself alongside Janet's comely thigh and placed the carrot exactly as she had, deftly against the cunt-prick. He stroked up and down and watched Janet begin to writhe in ecstasy. "Oh, God, Jack," she moaned, "you do that just right. You learn really quickly. You're really very bright. Oh, yes, that's nice, darling." He blushed when he heard his "crush-lady" call him "darling". It inspired him to stroke her even more vigorously. Since she liked it so much he used one hand to stroke her with the carrot and his free hand to retrieve another. He put the second one into the vagina itself. "That's it. Jack. That's just right. You know what to do all on your own now. Just keep doing that." He continued rubbing the artificial peckers at Janet's pussy. They were, after all, organic organs, so to speak, and no naturalist could ever disagree with that. Jack continued to probe in and out of the hefty cunt space with the vegetable. But suddenly overcome with his sexual fever and ardor, he tossed the two orange sticks aside and smiled:

"That's enough of that, baby," he said in his deepest voice.

Janet opened her eyes and said: "What the hell?" But before she could say another work, young Jack, the humble, humiliated grocery delivery boy, had jumped up onto her body and had stuffed his own stiff-meaty stick into Janet's tube. "Oh, God, Jack, I had no idea. Oh, Jesus, fuck! That's good. Oh, God" He crammed his rod in and out of her vagina, scraping along the ceiling, making sure to get a lot of the kind of sexual stimulation that he wanted. And it seemed to work even better for Janet. The more Jack moved the way he himself liked it, the better Janet appeared to enjoy the screwing. In and out he stroked his stiff meat. He went slowly, he went quickly, he went deep, shallow, to the walls, the ceiling, up and down. He revolved his hips, he pumped his groin flat with hers, he led like a dancer and sometimes he followed. But his body began to sweat, no matter what he did, and his ass began to pound like a jackhammer in cement. Only instead of cement his steely rod went flinging down, gouging out, penetrating far into the pussy cavern of Janet Tibbleton. "Ooooh… ahhhhh… yessssss," he heard her sing out, and these moans were music to his young ears, as stimulating as the rubbing in her cunt was for his cock. "Jesus," she cried, "I love to fuck. I love a good young meat. I love it. Yes, Jack. I love it and it's not nasty at all. It's the best thing you can do."

It was, coincidentally, just then that Jack burst out from his penis with a load of hot jism which splattered inside of Janet's hot beaver cave. He squirted for a full thirty seconds, his virgin load of come flooding the flesh chamber, filling it with hot sperm juice. "Ahhhhh, fuck," he moaned. And he felt Janet's long smooth interior muscles contract and squeeze around his hog. She wrapped her fingers around his buttocks, too, and that was an additional thrill. She squeezed and kneaded the flesh of his ass, something he'd always dreamed a woman would do to him, but something he'd never dared to hope for. "Oh, God," he muttered. "Oh, God that's the best ever."

She smiled and pulled his face down close to hers. She kissed him hard and came all over his joint. She jacked her hips up and down and bobbed him like a toy ball. She heaved her chest into his torso and rubbed her smooth tittles against his adolescent flesh. She was only a year or two older than he, but it meant all the difference in terms of experience. She was able to toss him about and still give him the kind of fucking he could enjoy. It might have been his first time, but it was far and away probably one of the best he would ever have. His hard-on lit up a second time without even taking it out of her cunt. He just came moments before, but now he was hard all over again, as hot and stimulated and ready to blast off as the first time he ever saw Janet Tib-bleton. He reached under her buns and cupped them, just the way she had his cheeks, and pulled her crotch up and down so that his penis meat would enjoy the flesh thrill of her pussy chamber juicing and flexing and bumping and grinding. "Fuck," he murmured. "This is it. This is what life is really all about, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes," she murmured back to him, not having even heard his question. "Yes, Jack. Fuck me. Yes. Fuck, fuck." She rolled her hips in one last massive contraction and came a second time. He, too, set off another roman candle, this time moaning as he did, "Ahhhhh, gooooood!" Then he fell down flat on her comely chest and lay there catching his breath. She was in some kind of temporary post-coitus stupor, but when she came out of it, Janet told Jack that he must very quickly get dressed. She'd looked at the clock and it seemed that it was going to be a very close call between when Tom, her husband would arrive home, and when the delivery boy would be out of the house. So while Jack gathered up his clothes, Janet picked 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.

Xi MADE IN SCANDINAVIA

Tom hadn't been married six months to his teenage bride when he landed one of the biggest projects of his career. It was a job that entailed the full use of his studio and his talents, and it naturally generated a great deal of income. It didn't take him long to decide that he and his young wife Janet needed a new and larger home to live in. They picked out something nice in a wealthy section of town, and along with it, he decided to get a maid. Naturally, he left the choice of a woman to do domestic chores entirely up to his teenage bride. Janet Tibbleton interviewed several women for the job, and none were to her liking. But one day, as she sat in the over-stuffed couch in her livingroom waiting for a young Sweedish woman to arrive, she decided that she'd better make her mind up pretty quick before Tom took back his generous offer. The doorbell rang and when she opened the door she couldn't have been more pleased with what she saw. "You must be Tilda," she said to the statuesque blonde who stood in the door.

"Yes," said the young woman. She had big tits and long muscular legs. She was wide in the hips and she had big blue eyes.