She would throw herself down on her big bed, the bed she'd never shared with anyone. She would take one of her treasured dildoes. She would suck and lick it, coating it with her slick saliva, warming it up her mouth.
On her back, pulling her knees up high until they almost rubbed against her erect nipples, she'd reach around, the dildo slimy with her saliva in her right hand.
She'd rub it all over her asshole, sometimes jabbing it, sometimes smacking it sharply, liking the noise, loving the wild sensations that shot through her naked body.
Closing her eyes, she'd begin to exercise her sensitive sphincter muscle. Sometimes fluffy little airy farts would escape and she could feel her anus responding to the anticipation of the dildoe.
Hugging her knees close to her swollen breasts and straining biting her lower lip, ready for the sharp pain, she'd shiver and then plunge the dildoe head like a spear deep up inside her hot asshole.
Invariably the pain and the pleasure would mix the orgasm in her cunt that would follow would often be so violent an explosion that her whole body would tremble and vibrate from the intensity of the shock.
She would want to scream, to open her mouth and yell out. She would be breathing as if she'd just won a race. Her ripe breasts would become heavy and her nipples extremely tender. She would feel pain behind her eyes.
It was only then that she began the lovely and exciting ritual of fucking herself up her own asshole with her beloved dildoe, ramming it in and out, faster and faster, knees parted, both hands gripping the slimy dildoe as she poked it and jabbed it, as she slid it slowly, gradually increasing the speed as her sweet asshole began to suck on the artificial penis.
Her cunt would be flowing by now. Ripples of passion would be washing over her sweating body, scorching her nipples, making her clitoris burn, setting her beautiful cunt on fire.
This was when she'd shove the ass dildoe up deep, gripping the base of it tightly with her sphincter, she would roll over, get up on her hands and knees. She would hold her breath, afraid to breathe and lose the dildoe up her ass.
Reaching under her pillow for the second phallic instrument, a seven-inch long soft rubber dildoe with an unusually large head, she'd wet it between her soaking wet cunt lips, then jam it up inside her cunt to the very hilt.
She would muffle her screams in the pillow.
Chapter 2
One beautiful June morning two weeks before exams were to begin and all the fraternal brothers were breaking their backs cramming vital information into their brains, one of the two waitresses suddenly became very ill and was hospitalized indefinitely.
All morning Gloria James tried in vain to get a replacement. All of a sudden no one was immediately available. Finally, her last resort, she called the town's only employment agency.
Normally this agency supplied only factory workers and other skilled personnel, grounds keepers for the college, cafeteria help and cleaning women who worked in any one of the many buildings on campus.
"But we do have one applicant whose application says he's had experience as a waiter," said the agency woman.
"I'd prefer a waitress," said Gloria. "You know how college boys are, a pair of pretty legs, stuff like that," she laughed.
"I do," smiled the woman over the phone, "and I'm so sorry, Mrs. James, but this boy is the best I can do at the moment… "
"How old a boy?"
"Eighteen." She paused. "I remember him. He has a most unusual problem. He needs work, too."
"What sort of problem?"
"He and his sister are stranded here in town. Would you believe that in this day and age, Mrs. James?"
Gloria smiled to herself. Once she'd been stranded. She'd never forget it, either. No fun.
She asked for more information.
"Well, according to him, and his sister, and I might say, they're both very good looking kids, well, they have a step-mother who's traveling in Europe. They can't locate her. You see," the agency woman continued, "these two were traveling around the country in a van, sightseeing, and so on. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Well, the van broke down here in town. They had it towed to that bastard Bill Frank's garage, and you know what a rip-off robbing bastard Bill Frank can be? Well, it's simple enough. He's holding the van with all their things in it in lieu of payment.
"The two sweet kids have tried everything. They have no relatives except this stepmother, no friends to speak of. They're really stranded. I feel sorry for them, but I've tried my best to find something for either of them to do and it's just no go, understand?"
"Yes." She hesitated. "Let me think. I'll phone you back, okay?" She paused again. "By the way, how old is the sister?"
"She's the same age. They're twins."
"You don't mean it?"
"I sure do. she's very sweet. She's also very pretty. And he's very protective. You can tell they are twins, too; but they don't look all that much alike. It's their smiles. When they smile, you can tell."
"She's not had any kind of work experience, like waitressing, anything like that?"
"No, Mrs. James. She's just not the type. You can tell that on looking. But she's not a snob either. She can't even help drive the van. I listened to their whole story very carefully."
"Where are they staying?"
The agency woman laughed.
"That's another story. They have no place. The hotel wouldn't take them in because they had no luggage, see?"
"This all sounds perfectly dreadful."
"It is." She coughed. "Well, they're staying here in my office at night. He sleeps on the couch. She sleeps on the floor on the couch cushions. I would have taken them home, but my hubby, well, let's not get into that… "
"I see… and during the day…?"
"They either sit in the park, try to locate the step-mother, using my telephone, or they sit on the campus library."
"What are they doing for food?"
"I don't want you to say anything, but they're eating in Garretson's Luncheonette. I placed the cook there and he feeds them, well, sort of under the table, if you know what I mean, Mrs. James?"
"I know what you mean. This is really sad. Look, I'll tell you what, when you see them next, send them over here. Tell them to ask for me, all right?"
"Both?"
"Why not?"
"I agree. Why not?"
"Look, Mrs. Griffin, I'll find someway to handle the situation. Just send them over, okay?"
"I sure will, and listen, if you take him on, dot worry about any fee for the agency."
"You're very kind, Mrs. Griffin, very kind."
When Gloria James hung up the telephone in her apartment, she sat back in the swivel chair behind the small desk she used as an "office" in the so-called living room of her apartment.
She took a deep breath as her eyes scanned the room. Directly opposite her was a convertible cough that, when opened, became a very comfortable double bed.
Pulling up her skirt, she slipped her right hand down inside her cotton panties. Her fingers began to caress her hairy vagina. At the mere thought of what she had in mind, her pussy was already heating up.
She slid her index finger between her plump cunt lips. How moist it was. Almost slippery. She touched her little clitoris and it leaped to attention.
She let her eyes close. Her left hand went up under her cashmere sweater. She wasn't wearing her brassiere. Her nipples were erect, as excited as her clitoris as she gave each a pinch in turn. She squeezed her ripe breasts and then massaged them gently as her finger up inside her cunt began to stab in and out, but very slowly, rubbing over her vibrating clitoris and then dipping back up inside her moist slit.