AES-149 MAISIE'S ANAL DESIRE by Walter Forrest
CHAPTER ONE
Maisie Cummings lay on her side in the front seat of the car. She knew very well the man could see underneath her skirt all the way to where the white lace of her panties interrupted the line of her long, tanned leg. Even in the darkness of the night the small lights on the dash were more than adequate to show plenty of skin. She was barelegged and shoeless. She thought she felt a couple of pubic hairs sticking out of the leg band of her panties and wondered if he could see them. She had seen herself like that at home in the mirror while lying on her bed and thought it looked pretty sexy to be all sprawled out with one or two curls visible from inside the silky undergarment.
He was standing beside the car with the door open. She saw him avert his eyes quickly when he saw that she was watching him look up her dress. She decided he must be pretty dense.
"Go ahead and look, silly," she giggled. "You think I don't know what you want to see? You've had your eyes on my legs ever since I let you pick me up. I know darned well you want to shoot a little beaver."
He wasn't used to young girls talking about such things. He met her eyes with a start.
"Wait a minute, sweetheart," he said, his eyes narrowing. "You a pro or something? I thought you were just hot to trot and needed some loving. If you got money on your mind..."
Maisie cut him short. "I'm no whore, mister. Just because I talk about shooting beaver, you think I'm a whore? I just liked your looks, that's all. What are you, about forty? I'm nineteen. So what? Money has nothing to do with it. But if you're such an old fogy you get shook when you hear a chick rap about sex, then just forget it."
She started to raise up in the seat but he stopped her. He was just beginning to understand what he had on his hands. He smiled at her with greedy eyes.
"No. Hold it. We're going to get along fine now. I thought you were trying to pull one on me. Most girls are scared to talk about it. You want a big prick up your snatch, huh? Is that it? You want me to fill your emit full of my cock and give a nice healthy fucking, don't you?" he exclaimed.
His face was red and Maisie could see he was working up steam just from talking about it to her.
Oh no, she thought, now he's going to freak out the other way and start getting hot from talking dirty. I want to do it, not just talk about it.
"Sure I do," she agreed, "I want to have you ball me or I wouldn't be lying here with my dress up over my ass. So whaddaya say let's get it in instead of talking about it, huh?"
"You... you don't even know my name," he blubbered excitedly, "you don't even know my name but you want me in your pants. Don't worry, honey, you're going to get just what you want!"
He dove forward, put his hands on the bare flesh of her long legs, and ran his trembling fingers up to her pelvis. He jerked his pants down and kicked them off over his shoes and onto the ground beside the open car door.
Maisie felt a thrill between her legs when he said he'd give her just what she wanted. He undoubtedly meant, she was sure, that he'd give her a good fuck and make her come. But she wanted more than just a routine act of love. It wasn't enough for her to have a man's penis inside her pussy -- no matter how good a lover he was. Maisie was a girl who had to have it somewhere else too. She craved it deep inside her backside.
The flow of her love juice hadn't even started yet, but already she could feel desire in the tight, puckered rosebud of her anus. An involuntary shudder rippled up her rectum and she felt the orifice grow warm and soft. She feared to tell the man exactly what she most wanted from him. She'd done that before a few times and it usually made her partner think she was batty. Besides, every male she had ever been with had always liked it better in front... despite how hungry she was to have her buttocks receive the lion's share of loving.
I hope I can persuade hint to cram his tool up my asshole, Maisie thought to herself. Some chicks may think it's creepy but for me it's the only way to fly.
Maisie looked up into the man's dark eyes. She told herself his looks were what had attracted her, but the truth was that she secretly felt he'd be more apt to engage in her own special kind of loving because of his age. Mature men, she had come to believe, were more willing to give her what she wanted than the younger guys.
As she stared up at him from the semi-dark front seat of the car, he returned her hot gaze. But he was taking in more than just her eyes as he did so. The blueness of them under her long, dark lashes held his attention only for the first few seconds. Then he feasted his eyes on the girl's other attributes.
Maisie would have stood out among any group of girls her age. The deep blue eyes were framed by a long, thick sweep of coal black hair that fell well below her gracefully rounded shoulders. On a blond, her blue eyes would have been beautiful enough -- contrasted with her dark hair, they were striking. Her face, like her legs, was tanned to a sensuous brown mellowness. And between the full slightly pouting lips which curved in a slow smile, he could see the hard sparkle of her perfectly formed teeth.
He had both hands under her skirt now and was toying with the softness of her thighs at the line of her tight-fitting panties. She could see drops of sweat on his forehead in the glow of the dash lights and knew he was being rapidly affected by what she was allowing him to do to her. And she was quite sure he must be getting plenty hard and hot inside his shorts. She couldn't see that far down in the dim light, but she'd heard his pants and shoes fall off and knew that his shorts were all that held his organ in check. She squirmed her hips on the car seat, offering him the warm pressure of her firm upper thighs. Her movement seemed to beg for his fingers to slip beneath the leg bands of her panties and he wasted no time responding to her hints.
Maisie felt the hardness through his shorts as he lowered himself upon her. The stiff organ touched her naked calves and she knew it was bound to burst through the fly if he didn't take it out himself. He rejoiced at the new freedom of his fingers. Now they were all the way inside her thin panties and he had her thick curls at his disposal. There wasn't enough room through the leg bands for what he wanted from her. He pulled his hands out and grabbed the waistband, then jerked the wispy garment down to her knees in one motion.
She swooned and wriggled her buttocks against the seat, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
"Oh yes, lover," she sighed, "get 'em off so I can feel you. When I felt you go in through my panty-legs I wanted you to pull them all the way down like this. Ummmmmmmmm!"
She felt a hot pulse of excitement between her legs. She knew he could see her naked pelvis in addition to feeling it now, and that he must be getting hard as a rock. Soon he would want to ram it in between the moist folds of her vulva. But the edge of her mounting passion was centered elsewhere -- at the rosy orifice that puckered tightly between her young buttocks. The soft flesh of her front crack was warm and aroused, but the real center of hot desire was her anus. She wiggled her ass tighter against the car seat to get more contact against the sensitive spot.
"Shit, baby," the man exclaimed, "you need it bad, don't you? You're so God damned hot for a man's prick you're rubbing your ass on this seat like a bitch in heat!"
He took one hand off her and reached for his shorts. His other hand stayed buried in the black curls. He hadn't gotten down to the wet skin itself yet but she knew it was a matter of seconds before he did. She had to act now. She needed to get his attention off her front and make him concentrate on her backside.
"Here, lover," she crooned, "let me get this nice hard rod out in the open for you. Don't waste your hands on yourself. I'll take care of that little job. Here, put your hand right here."
She deftly grabbed his hand and guided it between her thighs all the way to the porcelain-smooth globes of her posterior. At the same time she took his swollen organ from his shorts and gave the end of it a few delightful strokes. He was so pleased with her hand action that he wasn't really concerned with where she'd put his free hand. He let her clamp it between her upper thighs at the wrist, then worm her buttocks against his palm and fingers. His other hand pushed on through the thick muff in front until he touched the wetness of her sex. Now he had her firmly controlled, her heated groin pressed between his two hands. He felt her grind against him but had no idea she was getting her main thrill from the hand on her rear. She worked her hips back and forth there, putting the pressure alternately against the naked flesh of her genitals and her anal cleavage.
He stepped up his activity in front, feeling over the wet surface of her insides for the firm little nub of her clitoris.
Damn it, she thought, that's groovy but I wish he'd feel up my ass hole that good! That's where I need it! She let go of the end of his penis and grabbed the top of his shorts.
"Lover, I can't do you right through your fly," she said. "Let me get that stiff sweet cock of yours all the way out where I can work on it like you want."
She yanked them down his thighs and the stiff instrument tumbled out along with his heavy, hairy testicles. She immediately applied her fingers to the firm shaft and for the first time ran them all the way from its thick base to its red tip.
"Get it, honey," he stammered excitedly, "take it on out and frig me like a motherfucker. You know what to do with one, don't you? I'm going to give you every God damned inch of it in a minute, too. What do you think of that, you hot little bitch?"
He pumped his pelvis in time with her finger rhythms and she could hear him breathing hard.
"What do you think of that, huh?" he repeated. "What do you think of having this wet little snatch full of my meat?"
She knew she had to work fast. He was obviously very close to shoving the organ inside her vagina. She wanted it, all right, and she wanted it every bit as bad as he was saying -- but she wanted the prick deep inside her rectum, not up her snatch. She was so excited she couldn't be subtle any longer.
"Wait, lover," she exclaimed, "not yet. Do me here some, okay? Do me some right here!"
She kept up her action on his penis with one hand, but with the other she abruptly forced his fingers off the smooth cheeks of her butt and into the crevice. At the touch of his fingertips against the dampness of her anus she squeezed her thighs together for all she was worth. She caught her breath and he heard her gasp. He might have balked at paying so much attention to her backside when his goal was to slip his penis into her front, but she gave him such good hand action he could hardly complain. He went ahead and left his hand where she'd put it. He was still keeping his fingers plenty busy inside her vulva but he was beginning to understand what she wanted.
"Oh yes, lover, there it is!" she was yelling. "That's it, finger me right there in the ass. Ah... ahhhh that feels good!"
"You got me too fucking hot to wait any longer. Come on, baby, open up for it. I'm going to stick it in!" he commanded roughly.
She was beside herself now. She was bouncing her butt up and down on his finger and managing to get it farther up her rear with every motion.
"Listen, love, can you last a long time? Can you keep it hard for me?" she panted. "Give it to me in the ass first, will you? Fuck me real good in the ass hole and then shove it in my pussy, okay?"
She stroked his penis with long, slow movements and grasped his balls less firmly. She knew he was too near climax to take a chance on losing it.
"Huh?" he balked. "You want to be fucked in the ass instead of your cunt? Shit, I don't know..."
"Oh please, do it... please," she moaned. "Just do it there first, that's all, I'll let you fuck my pussy as much as you want to if you will!"
Maisie was drawing on her feminine wiles at this point. She knew full well there were very few men his age capable of getting a second erection so quickly. And she knew that she was certainly going to make him ejaculate into her anus if she could just get his cock into it. She was so hot there was no doubt about that.
He was sweating and puffing, red in the face.
"Roll over then, damn it! I sure as hell gotta stick this in something! But you gotta..." he said, as she interrupted.
"I will, lover," she enthusiastically exclaimed. "Don't worry, I will. I'll take all the meat you can throw to me and let you ram it in my pussy. Come on dammit, up my ass with it!" she demanded feverishly.
He crouched above her on his knees as she spoke, but then she flipped over quick as a flapjack and he found himself staring at her naked buttocks. For a few seconds she lost contact with his organ but once in position, she reached backwards between her legs and took hold of it again. The sight of her body in the dim light aroused the man even more by virtue of its new position. He could see the lewd smile on her upside down face as she peered backwards between her legs at him and there, firm and bouncy in front of it, was the girl's freely swinging breasts. He hadn't really gotten a chance to see them naked before because she'd kept her blouse on, and he more than welcomed the sight.
He bent forward and let the end of his hard instrument touch her smooth, naked buttocks. She immediately jerked her body backwards and upwards to meet him. He felt the firmness of her flesh on the sides of his penis and then felt the end of it touch bottom at the center of her crevice.
"Shove it, lover, oh shove it!" she yelled.
He'd had anal sex with women before from time to time just for variety but he'd never before met one who loved it as much as this girl. Her enthusiasm was contagious. He shouted, "Here's you an ass full you won't forget!" He lurched forward straight into her ass.
"Ungh!" she grunted, receiving his vicious thrust.
The fat knob of his glans powered its way through the tight circumference of her anus and burst hot and hard into the dampness of Maisie's lower rectum. The abruptness of the entry made him think he might have hurt her and he slowed his thrust. He found out he was wrong.
"Oh God," she moaned, "pump on in, you bastard! Give me all of it! Don't stop!" Maisie was going crazy.
He was so excited himself that nothing could have stopped him. He humped forward and drove it so far up her ass that he felt her pubic curls tickle his balls from between her thighs. The base of his shaft was packed inside the smooth crack of her cheeks with no space at all between. He drew it out and drove it back viciously again. She was wriggling her buttocks wildly in the air and screaming for him to keep it up. The man didn't have an overly large penis, but her excitement at getting it where she wanted it made the size unimportant to her.
His back streamed with sweat. He threw himself tight against her, his hairy chest against her supple back, and threw his arms around her in a bear hug.
"Umfff!" she exclaimed.
She bent all the way forward and supported herself on the top of her forehead. Her nose and face were buried in the upholstery but she couldn't have cared less. Now her ample breasts were open to his full view. He stretched his arms farther and grasped one in each hand. The firm succulence of the warm pair made him so excited he drove into her backside faster and faster.
"Oh that's it, that's good," shouted Maisie, "just like that. Oh, that's great. Take all the titty you want, daddy. Grab 'em hard if you want to... oh God, do anything to 'em if it makes you fuck this good. Slam it on in... oh slam it, slam it!"
She could hear his labored breath on her neck and knew he was close to coming. She wanted him active much longer but she knew she'd better take what she could get and be glad for it. She had her eyes closed, but now she opened them and watched from beneath as his stiff rod battered her rear. She licked her lips and stared fascinated as it worked on her. Now she was getting there, she told herself, now she was rising to where she wanted to be.
"I... I'm gonna shoot it in, baby," the man suddenly yelled. "I can't wait no more, I..."
"Go ahead, do it!" she screamed. "I'm coming too, I'm coming... oh shit, feed it to me... feed it in there, ram that fuckin' prick up my ass!"
He gripped her full breasts tighter for leverage and speeded his thrusts. He felt the strength of his orgasm push up from somewhere inside and hit its peak in a flash. A thick stream of hot cum sped through the channel of his stiff organ and blasted from the tip. Maisie felt the satisfying spurts against the moist walls of her hot rectum and a searing climax exploded. She felt it rip through her genitals from the depth of her vagina and the taut tip of her clitoris to the wet, hot flesh inside her rectum. She growled deep in her throat and collapsed forward onto the car seat.
The man lay against her for a few seconds with his breath coming like a bellows. Soon he became too heavy for her and she squirmed out from under him. She lay on her side and luxuriated in the warm afterglow of the orgasm. It had been pretty tricky for her to secure the kind of loving she needed and she was thankful she'd finally succeeded. Even after fifteen minutes of resting, the man showed no signs of raising a new erection. She couldn't help taking advantage of the situation and having a little fun.
"Hey, lover," she whispered. "I'm getting awfully warm in a certain little place. You were swell from behind. Now you can do me in front like you wanted."
"Ummm... yeah," he mumbled. "Yeah, right."
He raised up from the seat and sat with his back against the seat cushion. He looked at Maisie's sensuous nakedness. She looked every bit as good to him as before. But he knew it was going to be some minutes longer, at least, before he would have a new erection.
Now she was coquettish.
"Don't be bashful," she told him in mock serious tones. "Didn't you know girls love to have their pussies looked at? Here. See how nice and wet I'm getting?"
He lowered himself slightly. "Sure I do, baby. I'm going to give you a big kiss on it, too."
"Oh," she pouted, disappointment in her voice, "you're just going to lick it? I thought you were going to fuck me like you did in the back. That's what you said. You wanted to do that first even, remember? And I told you..."
"Uh huh, I know," he responded. "I just thought I'd give you a little lip work before..."
It was her turn to interrupt.
"I'd much rather get a regular fuck from you, really I would. The way you were going to, you know," she whined.
He quickly pointed to the dash.
"Damn, is it that late?" he asked, pointing to the clock. "I had no idea it was so late. Listen, I can still drop you off, but I have to dash. I... I have to meet this guy. I'm late already."
She laughed inwardly but gave no sign to him how she really felt. Her little trick had worked and she had staved off having to participate in regular sex.
"Well, okay," she said, "If you have to. But I sure would like to have you slip it into me. Even for just a few minutes."
He had already started the car and was driving toward the city streets.
"No, I really better not," he said.
She told him where to take her and walked a few more blocks to where she lived. She didn't want him to know exactly where she lived. She preferred to not have him able to get in touch with her. It wasn't the first time a ride in a car with a stranger had ended in sex, and it wouldn't be the last.
The next morning was Saturday and she lay in bed for a while. It was great to live alone, she reflected. At home there was always someone around who might see you if you just happened to want to play around some with yourself before getting out of bed. And on this particular morning that's how Maisie felt. She reached into the drawer of a bedside table and got a book out. An old boy friend had bought it for her at a newsstand downtown. It had plenty of pictures of naked men in it and it didn't leave anything to the imagination. She leafed to one of her favorites and stared at the glossy photo of a man with a particularly large penis.
"Ummmmmm," she moaned aloud to herself, "wonder how it would feel to have one that big up my ass?"
Then she dropped her hand under the covers. She wore panties when she slept, but no bra. She traced her fingers slowly down her front, tweaking each pert nipple for a few seconds, then headed straight for her groin.
"Ha ha," she giggled, "I bet this guy would like to see me right now as much I dig seeing him. He'd probably shoot his wad plenty fast if he was here in the flesh."
She slipped her searching fingers inside the undergarment and began stroking herself where the curls began. Soon she moved on to where the curls were the thickest. Finally the pouting mound of flesh under her fleecy muff became so sensitive and hungry to be touched that she pushed her fingertips through the profuse hairs and did it. The line where her vulva opened was all ready, she noted with a shiver of delight. She traced her fingers gingerly up and down the cleft and felt her entire pelvis get warm and turgid.
She kept looking at the picture of the naked man and thinking how it would feel to have his prick inside her. At this point she inserted her thumb inside her vagina and reserved her forefinger and other fingers for her favorite place. She moaned softly to herself as she slipped the first joint of a finger into her tiny puckered anus. She pretended to herself that the man in the magazine was in bed with her and that it was his finger she felt.
"Ummm," escaped a little sigh.
Maisie knew that what she was doing was fairly unusual, that al though almost every girl masturbates from time to time, very few purposefully stimulate themselves with pictures. But so what? Few girls, she was sure, enjoyed anal intercourse as much as she did. So what. She was just different, that was all. And she glorified in that difference.
By now her genitals and anus were very moist and soft. She began devoting most of her attention to the latter. She was still looking at the picture, but now her mind turned back to the time when she first had intercourse with a boy. She knew that it was this event that had much to do with her preference for anal sex and with her lukewarm attitude toward regular front-to-front contact. Somehow having different desires than most girls didn't bother her at all. The only thing that bothered her was the difficulty she had in getting enough of the special kind of loving she craved. She remembered Tony, the boy who had made her a woman -- as her girl friends referred to it -- and everything that happened that day. With her fingers still caressing the sensitive flesh of her pubes and anus, she closed her eyes and remembered what had happened five years before when she was only fourteen.
Tony was two years older than Maisie and her mother had noticed that he had been paying a lot of attention to her pretty, blossoming young daughter.
"Maisie," she said to her, "remember when you started having your curse a couple of years ago and I told you there were very important things I'd tell you later?"
Maisie nodded. She flinched at her mother's use of the old-fashioned word "curse". Why couldn't she have one of those modern moms, the kind that weren't so down on sex?
Her mother then proceeded to tell her that she should watch her step closely. She was now old enough to have a baby. Maisie protested and said they'd already talked about those matters over a year before.
"I know," continued her mother, "but not this part. I just told you what I thought you needed to know at the time. When you were just twelve there wasn't any danger of a boy getting fresh with you."
She paused and looked at the firm twin mounds that swelled beneath her daughter's sweater.
"Now there is," she said.
Maisie's family was poor. There was no doubt about that. Her father had died when she was just three and her mother had to support Maisie and her two older sisters, Judy and Eve, as best she could. She admitted to Maisie that her birth had been an "accident".
"That's what I want to warn you about," she said. "You'd damned well better keep your legs crossed and not let a boy in your pants. But if you ever do -- if you do, mind you, I'm not telling you it's okay -- you make sure he don't go in the front."
Maisie looked puzzled. Her mother became angry at the memory. Her face got red.
"Those damned rubbers," she exclaimed, spitting the word out, "aren't to be trusted, Maisie. Boys will be telling you the things will keep you from having a baby, but it's just a lie! You, girl... you yourself were born because your dad's rubber popped. That's a fact. You know how poor we are. We didn't really have enough money for the two daughters we already had, much less a new one."
Maisie's mother ended her little talk by telling her daughter that the only way she could be sure not to get pregnant was to make the male use the "back alley". Maisie thought she knew what her mother meant but she wasn't sure.
"You mean..." she began.
"I mean make them do their business right here, Maisie," she told her, patting the teenager on the rump. "That's the only way you'll ever be sure."
The girl asked about birth control pills but was told they were too "new-fangled" and might "tear up her innards". In this way, the woman's ignorant information was passed on to her daughter.
That afternoon Maisie couldn't keep her mind off what her mother had said. It wasn't so much the method for preventing babies that interested the young teenager though. It was the act of love itself. She was sitting on her back porch alone thinking about what it would be like when she saw the weeds moving down behind her house. She sneaked cautiously forward and heard a small slap slap slap noise. It was Tony, she discovered, and he had his pants down. He thought no one could see him and he was indulging in a spirited bout of masturbation with his fingers.
Maisie's first reaction was fear, then shock. When she still hadn't been discovered after a few minutes, her attitude changed to avid curiosity. Tony, at sixteen, had a well-developed penis and he was obviously well practiced in stimulating it. As she looked on she saw him beginning to sweat and grow red in the face. Then a dry limb popped under her foot and she tumbled over in the high weeds. It nearly scared Tony shitless.
He jumped up and tried his best to get his pants on. When he saw who it was he yelled and accused Maisie of spying on him. She was as embarrassed as he had been startled. Her face was red as a beet. For a few seconds they just looked at each other. She stoutly disclaimed she'd been spying on him. When he had cooled down some, the boy realized he might as well take advantage of the situation. After all, this was the girl he'd seen around a lot lately. And the size of her breasts made her look older than she was. He told her not to be so smart about what she'd caught him doing.
"Don't act dumb, Maisie," he said. "You can't deny girls do it, can you?"
"I'll bet you even do it yourself sometimes, don't you? You can't fool me," he continued.
He was becoming more sure of himself because of her shy manner. And because of her good looks, he was also becoming very interested in how far he could see down the front of her blouse.
"Maybe," she finally replied. "I wouldn't tell you if I did."
Her new spunk appealed to him. He looked at her defiant face and let his gaze roam again down her chest. He could see almost as far as her nipple along one creamy breast. He became more direct.
"When you're my age you'll know how to do a lot more than play with yourself," he said. "By then you'll know how to do everything there is."
His implication of her ignorance piqued her vanity.
"How do you know I don't already know?" she answered. By now she was managing to smile. The redness of her face was no longer a result of embarrassment. Now it was caused by the beginnings of physical arousal in the pretty teenager.
"Are you afraid to prove it?" asked Tony, accepting her question with a big grin. "I bet you've never done it before. I bet you're still cherry."
Maisie was determined not to let him think she was so much dumber than him. Her natural inclination for showing off came to the fore and she stepped closer to him.
"Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I'm as dumb as all the girls you know," she said. "This ought to tell you if I'm afraid or not."
And with that she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her school blouse. Tony saw to his delight that she wasn't wearing any bra and that he could now see all the way down to one of her nipples. The girl's fine, fully packed mammaries excited him immensely. In spite of his bragging he had only seen two bare-breasted females in his entire life. She saw him looking down at them with hot eyes and she felt a smile grow on her face. It was fun to be observed with such great interest by a boy.
Tony put his hand on her naked chest and squirmed it under the blouse 'til he was holding a pert hippie between his thumb and forefinger. She felt a warm glow -- not only the place he was touching but between her legs. He was so excited to have his hands on her that he was trembling.
"Still think I'm scared?" she quipped.
"No... no, you're groovy," he answered. "Your boobs are as big as the girls' in my class. Now put your hands on me."
She giggled. "You don't have boobs, silly! How can I?"
"Not there," he said. "Here."
He took her by the wrist and put her hand on the front of his pants. She felt his stiff penis under the fabric. It was the first time in her life she had ever actually had her hand on one, clothed or otherwise. Since she was offering no resistance he unzipped the fly and looked anxiously at her to see what she'd do. She gave him a slow smile and looked him right in the eyes as she moved her hand through the narrow opening. Both teenagers felt their mouths go dry as her hand neared his organ.
He sat down on the ground and pulled her down beside him. Her skirt slipped high up her legs as she fell on the short grass and he got an eyeful of her smooth long legs. He was surprised to see that she was wearing a short slip under the skirt even though she wasn't wearing a bra. When she made no move to pull it down over her knees he soon found out the scanty undergarment wouldn't protect anything from his eager fingers.
He stuck his hands under her skirt until he could feel the slip bunch up in a little ball. It was right in the junction of her thighs. He fingered around under her skirt until he found a way around the bothersome slip. Then his bare fingers touched the silky material of her panties. At first she giggled a little. It was a ticklish feeling. But in very short order the tickling sensation changed to something very different. She started feeling the same way she felt whenever she had her own hands on the spot.
Up until then it was all right, but when he started pulling the panties off over her buttocks, she started to remember what her mother had told her.
"Hey, wait a minute," she warned, "Not that."
"What do you mean, 'not that' Miss Sinarty," he said to her as she looked down into her half-naked lap.
"I'm not going to have a baby, that's what," she cried. "You can do it to me, but not like that. Not in front."
"What are you, a dummy?" he asked. "Where else can I do it to you? In the ear?"
"If you were as cool as you've been making out, you'd know what I mean," she answered.
She was embarrassed to go into much detail about it. Instead she pushed his hand back between her legs and clamped her thighs on each side of his wrist. He caught on fast and pressed his forefinger over the puckering anus. He could feel her pubic hairs on his forearm. To her surprise it felt great to have his finger there. At first the feeling was shared by her pubescent vulva, but then it got more and more concentrated in the region of the small orifice between her firm young buttocks.
Tony was flushed with excitement. His youthful eagerness prevented him from waiting any longer. He lay down on her and pulled her skirt all the way up over her stomach. She felt his penis come out of his pants. She grabbed it in her hand and clumsily began to stimulate it. Her inexperience at manipulating the male organ would have been downright humorous to an older boy. But to Tony, who had had much less experience than he let on, her touch was wildly exciting. He rolled between her legs.
"No, like this. Here," she said, rolling onto her stomach and thrusting her naked butt into the air a few inches off the ground.
Tony was mystified. He had his forefinger at the entrance to her rectum and he could tell she seemed to be enjoying it, but now it seemed she wanted him to do everything back there.
"Hey, Maisie," he complained, "you don't want me to put my cock in there, do you? That's what queers do to each other."
"That's okay," she responded, "you won't give me a baby that way. You can fool around my pussy with your hands, but the only place I'm letting you stick me is you-know-where."
The activity of her fingers on his penis was becoming so pleasurable to Tony that he was ready to do almost anything she asked. He went ahead and bent over her back. Her panties were down around her ankles and he could see every inch of her pretty long legs. Her calves, the back of her knees, her firm thighs -- all the parts he'd been dying to see were shamelessly before his eyes.
When he felt his naked penis touch her skin he was swept with a surge of desire to have it inside something -- anything, any part of her warm, tender flesh at all.
"Okay, that's where I'll put it if that's where you want it," he said, breathing harder.
He still had his forefinger touching her anus so when he placed the head of his penis there it was almost like masturbating for the first few strikes. Maisie was already quite aroused by the action of his fingertip there. Now, with the introduction of his hard penis upon the spot, the young girl felt a brand new thrill that made her gasp out loud. Since she was lying on her stomach her naked genitals were in direct contact with the warm grass. Tony's weight pressed her into it farther and the pressure excited her clitoris. But as she lay under the weight of the half-naked boy, the feeling in her clitoris seemed to get all mixed up with the excitement in her anus -- soon the hot little spot between her buttocks became the prime focus of all her passion. Tony didn't have the tip of his organ inside yet, he was just rubbing against the soft red flesh. Yet she already was starting to sweat under what few clothes she still had on, and her entire bottom was flooded with the same sensation she usually got only from masturbating herself in front by hand.
Tony felt the new dampness of her skin and it fired him with a strong need to enter her. His adolescent eagerness made his young penis stiff as a rail. He dug his knees into the ground between Maisie's legs and shoved.
"Aiiii!" screamed Maisie, flooded with waves of heat from the quick plunge.
Tony wasn't really sure whether she cried out from pain or what, but the feel of having his entire organ surrounded by the moist warmth of her rectum made the reason unimportant. He wanted more, more, more of the feeling and he wanted it now. The boy grabbed her by the shoulders and rammed his penis in and out her rear as fast as he could. The girl responded by digging her elbows into the ground and meeting every thrust with a hard push backwards. He could tell she must like it as much as he did when she did that.
"Wow!" he yelled. "This is as good as fucking you in the front. Ummm... hold still and let me really get in there!"
It was hardly the time to ask the girl to hold still. She was really feeling it now and the rapid movements of her pelvis left no doubt about it.
"Ungh," she grunted, "I can't hold still. It feels so good I... I can't!"
He kept shoving it into her faster and faster.
"Go ahead!" he shouted. "I don't care. Just let me... ohhh... just let me keep doing this to you!"
Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders and onto the ground in front of her face and down her arms. Her skin was damp all over and the tender flesh of her shoulders jammed against the rough ground, but she didn't seem to care. Tony watched fascinated as she rooted her face into the grass in ecstasy and kept jerking her tight little ass back and forth to meet his stiff member. His breath was coming in hard wheezes now.
"Oh my gosh, Tony, go on and do it to me!" she screamed. "Stick it in all you want. Oh fuck me there, fuck me... fuck me right in my ass hole!"
Then the virginal teenager felt for the first time in her life the hot, wet presence of male semen inside her young body -- not in her vagina, where most girls experience it, but deep inside the moist channel of her aroused rectum. She enjoyed such a rush of passion from the new feeling that she clamped her legs tightly together over Tony's cock and moaned, squeezing every thick drop of sperm from the boy's swollen penis. A mad spasm of heat rushed through her loins and she underwent the wonderful thrill of her first real orgasm.
Tony slid to one side of her and lay panting on the ground but Maisie wasn't through. The climax she'd just achieved whetted her appetite for more. She struggled backwards against the spent organ of the tired boy and her squirming buttocks begged for more. She'd reached complete orgasm all right, but she was already hot for more love. When his penis didn't respond after a few seconds, she reached between her legs and thrust her own fingers into her damp, heated organs. He could hardly believe what was happening in front of him.
The girl slid her warm fingers across the tender area of her genitals, and gently stroked the open surfaces of her moist lips. The end of her forefinger touched the tiny puckered rosebud of her anus and wormed its way inside, then her thumb made contact and rubbed the red, wet skin where the finger had disappeared. With her little finger she titillated the taut head of her swollen clitoris. She lay on her side and spared herself nothing to get satisfaction. As she worked away between her legs, the firm pressure of her adolescent breasts pushed against her arm. A growing heat infused her young mammaries and she felt her pert nipples get hard and sensitive.
"Ungh," she moaned, savoring the thrill she was giving herself.
She rocked her buttocks back and forth and kept her thumb and forefinger busy in the delicious red center of her sweating rear. Her breath was hard and fast now. She knew release was coming.
"Oh, wow, that's good!" she whispered to herself, muttering onto her naked breasts from flushed lips, "I'm getting what I need now and gosh do I need it!"
Maisie had had her eyes closed but she opened them and saw the picture of the naked man in the magazine. The arousal from her masturbation had made her so hot she'd been taken back to the time when she first discovered anal sex -- but now she was back from her reverie. She lay on her bed and manipulated not the undeveloped organs of a fourteen-year-old girl, but the fully mature genitals of her real, nineteen-year-old body. A lewd smile crossed her pretty young face.
Tony was okay when I was just fourteen and didn't know any better, she thought to herself, but what I need up my ass now is a nice big hunk of meat like the dude in this picture. Jesus, what a cock he's got on him!
The girl was very near orgasm from her previous thoughts about Tony and her at the age of fourteen. The sight of the man in the magazine sent her closer to it. The girl stared lasciviously at the man's naked penis and masturbated herself with ever-increasing excitement. She thrashed the voluptuous curves of her half-naked body around on the bed with such abandon that her panties, the only article of underwear she wore, squirmed down her slender legs all the way to her knees. Her well-practiced hand applied just the touch she needed -- both her thumb and forefinger engaged the opening of her hungry rectum, and the other fingers passed briskly across her swollen clitoris.
She carefully imagined every detail of how it would feel to have the man press the end of his oversized penis into her anus. She thought of the weight of his balls swinging against her tender inner thighs as he worked away on her, and she thought of the sweet pleasure of having his bar bulbous glans burst past the tight entryway of her backside and go zooming up the hot, lubricated channel beyond.
She began squealing. Her hand moved on her bottom like some small, over-excited animal.
"Aiiiii!" she screamed, and the gratification shot up the twin channels of her rectum and vagina like lightning. Her naked pelvis twitched spasmodically and the beautiful heat of the climax flowed through every part of her firm young body.
She lay working herself against the bed and her hand until she had secured every last bit of satisfaction from the act, then rolled onto her back and heaved a long sigh.
"Wow," she said aloud to herself in a low voice. "I really got myself going that time. I must have made quite a racket. Good thing I live alone."
But at that moment she became aware of a voice calling to her from the other side of her front door. A man's voice. She cringed inside herself. Could it be that he had heard her?
CHAPTER TWO
"Hey in there!" boomed the man's voice. "You all right? What the hell's going on in there?"
Maisie was embarrassed to the quick. She was so flustered she just threw on her robe before opening the door. She was thinking fast as she opened it. Her face was still very red from the excitement of masturbating and she knew if her robe had shown more, certain other parts of her lovely body would display much greater reddening than her face. She could only hope the surprise caller wouldn't be able to guess the reason for her ruddy, flushed appearance.
She swung the door open about a foot and was met by the concerned, quizzical stare of a curly haired man in his mid-twenties.
"Oh, I'm all right," she told him. She was trying her best to keep her voice even.
"But all that yelling!" the man retorted. "I was carrying this ladder up to the third floor and I heard..."
"I know," she said, turning her blue eyes on him as she'd done with men so often in the past. "I woke myself up yelling like that. I... I was having a nightmare. I hope it didn't alarm you too much. I'm fine now that I'm awake. Really I am."
She saw that he was wearing a sort of uniform. Must be the new janitor they were hiring, she thought. She also saw that he was a very nice looking guy.
"You are fine," he said to her. The look he gave her made it quite clear he meant something very special by his use of the word. He peered down at the lush skin showing at the low-cut neck of her robe. The expression on his face was something just short of a leer.
"Miss Cummings," he said, looking at the small 'M'. Cummings legend on the door, "my name's Darrell. I just started working here. If you do ever have any troubles you aren't up to -- you know, something, maybe, that needs fixing -- just let me know."
He smiled broadly, allowing her to do whatever she wanted with the double meaning of his words.
"You might at least tell me what the 'M' stands for, so in the future..."
She cut him off shortly but pleasantly.
"Sorry," she said quickly, "but I really can't stand here rapping with you. I overslept and I'm late for a date."
She slammed the door and dashed for the shower.
Darrell was a little miffed by her brusqueness but he soon recovered. She was quite a looker, he decided, but she probably thought he was beneath her because he was a janitor. He'd see about that. If he could ever get naked with her, he assured himself, she'd find out he had the same equipment under his clothes as whatever flashy guys she might be used to dating. And as far as how she would be with her clothes off... he continued on down the hall with the ladder over his shoulder and a lump in the front of his coveralls just below his waist.
"Thought I told you you couldn't take any tools away from the job," a voice suddenly addressed him.
It was his boss, an old grey-haired man who fancied himself to be the resident comedian of the apartment complex.
"What are you talking about?" Darrell answered gruffly. "I'm just taking this ladder up to..."
"It's not the ladder I mean," the old man said with a twinkle in his eye. "It's that screwdriver you're trying to hide under the front of your pants there."
He cackled and beamed as he walked on down the hall.
Darrell wasn't worried about keeping his job even though he was brand new on it. "You old fart," he called after his boss, "what are you, queer or something? It's none of your damned business what I got under my pants!"
But his face was red as he walked up the stairs.
Maisie, who was in the middle of enjoying a hot shower, was red in more exciting places -- at least to anyone who could have seen her. Her thick black hair stuck wetly to her smooth skin well below her shoulders, stopping teasingly close to her prominent nipples. She had the water about as hot as she could stand it, which rendered her skin quite rosy. Especially around the erogenous zones of her body -- the firm, jutting buttocks and the rounded, fully packed breasts. The girl's nipples were capable of being as hard as nuts when she was excited or when she was too cold, but the hot water changed them entirely. Both tips of her breasts were completely relaxed so that the usually pert nipples blended into the dark skin of the surrounding areola. As she reached over her shoulder to scrub her back she glanced at them and smiled to herself. She knew how much the appearance of the sensual mounds would change if something happened to stimulate her, how the soft flesh would rise miraculously from her breasts to become tingly and hard.
She turned and pranced under the shower, her long legs gracefully posing themselves as though someone were watching. Maisie was a natural tease. Ever since she was a young girl, her body seemed to just naturally assume postures that made boys look at her. And now that she was nineteen, with the full development of her womanly curves, it was men she attracted -- not boys.
She carefully shaved her underarms and rubbed an after-bath cream into the tanned surface of her damp skin. She applied a few sprays of feminine deodorant to the freshly clean lips of her genitals. She rummaged in a drawer for a pair of panties. Several pairs of panty hose were by-passed. She sometimes wore them but the sun had tanned her limbs such a mellow color she wanted to show them off, not cover them up -- even with material as sheer as panty hose.
Before leaving the bathroom she made sure to do one more important little thing... give herself an enema. Douching was a habit since puberty, but it was only during the past couple of years that she had begun to give herself regular enemas. For one thing -- she grinned at the thought -- it felt good to have the warm liquid fill the sensitive channel of her rear end. But the main reason was to prepare for the kind of sex she most enjoyed. Why neglect that orifice, she reasoned, and give all her attention to her vagina? Maybe most girls wouldn't bother, but to Maisie, who received so much of her sexual satisfaction from the anus, it was every bit as important to have her rectum sweet and seductive as it was to have her vagina that way. A few times she had been with guys who balked at first about rear-entry loving, but were swayed by diligent coaxing on her part. And a lot of that coaxing had to do with the way she handled her behind. Some guys seemed to have an aversion to putting their penis between her cheeks at first, but changed their tune when she proved how exciting it could be. And for this purpose she maintained a scrupulously clean and fragrant smelling rectum.
She hadn't been kidding Darrell at the door. She really did have a date that afternoon. And even though it was a blind date and she wasn't even sure he'd go for her special kind of loving, she was always prepared for it. She saw her face in the mirror as she combed her hair and added the finishing touches to her toilette. There was no denying that she looked stunning. She was getting ahead of herself by thinking of the possibility of anal love with the guy. Who could be sure? Maybe he wouldn't prove attractive to her and she wouldn't even let him get a hand inside her blouse, much less in her panties. Or he might be one of those guys who was more than willing to take his own pleasure, by cramming his tool up her cunt, but who'd get uptight and call her a freak when she let him know what turned her on most. At nineteen, Maisie had so far avoided having a man inside her front, and she wanted to keep it that way.
She'd allowed several hands and fingers into her genitals, but when it came to penetrating her vagina and breaking her maidenhead, she had always drawn the line. Deep inside, she could never free herself from the fear of pregnancy her mother had instilled in her at such an early age. And besides -- she simply loved the feeling of getting her buttocks spread apart and taking a hard penis up her tight hole.
By the time she finished dressing he had arrived and an hour later saw them flashing down the highway in his sports car toward the beach. His name was Mel and she liked his looks fine. She'd have to remember to thank the girl friend who'd arranged the date.
"Mind if we go to a special place I know?" he asked her in a deep, rich voice that matched his athletic build. "A spot on the beach where there won't be so many people?"
Maisie easily agreed. She had a strong hunch that his spot where there wouldn't be "so many people" was really a stretch of beach that was entirely deserted, but he looked good to her and she didn't mind in the least being alone with him. He was twenty-four, he'd told her, but something about his eyes made him look even older to her. She liked that. She asked where they could change into their swim suits and the vagueness of his answer told her he was thinking about seeing as much as he could. She liked that too... at this point, anyway, she warily told herself.
She let him throw his arm around her as they drove and before they got to the beach he'd taken it from around her and laid it across her lap. He squeezed her leg good-naturedly, kidding her about the way she was moving to the music on the radio, and she let him do that too. The summery skirt she wore was longer than most that she wore. It came all the way down to two or three inches above her knees. But the thinness of its material made up for its length. The touch of his hand through it was strong and caressing. She was sure he'd started to place his hand on the bareness of thigh exposed between her knee and the hem of the skirt, but he'd swerved upwards as he neared her and contented himself with a higher grip.
The beach was just as she'd pictured it might be, miles down a dirt road from any highway and very secluded from anyone's view.
She hopped out of the car and Mel got a nice flash of tanned thigh from the move. She wasn't wearing any slip or petticoat, he avidly noted. Just how many inches farther up would he have had to see in order to catch sight of her panties? he wondered. She kicked her shoes off in the sand and stood beside the car gyrating to the music blaring from the radio.
"Come on, you loony!" he chided. "Let's head for the water. We can dance anywhere. I brought us down here to swim."
Maisie knew he was champing at the bit to see more of her body. The skirt was swishing across her slender thighs as she swayed her torso and ground her rear to the insistent beat of the music, and her tie-dye T-shirt was so close-fitting it left no doubt how little she wore underneath it. But she was in the mood for teasing.
"I am swimming," she answered impishly, "see? You swim your way and I'll swim mine."
She began to move her arms in the air as though she were swimming, making the motion part of her dance. This made the generous flesh of her breasts rock and squirm underneath the scanty shirt even more than before. Now Mel could see the definite outline of two hard points pushing out through the thin fabric.
Sonofabitch, this chick has a terrific pair of jugs under there. Hope to hell I can get my hands on them, he thought to himself as he watched her.
"You win," he conceded, and joined her in the dance. No touching, of course, just the provocative body motions. They were a few feet apart. Maisie had the kind of rhythm that made her arms and legs flow with the music as though what she was doing was some exotic rite, not a mere dance. And the way she sinuously curved her back and thrust her firm, compact little rear into the air made it not just exotic, but very erotic as well. He could see the perfect white teeth behind her lips, which were parted in smiling appreciation of the music, and her clear blue eyes teased him from under long lashes.
She had a good idea what she was doing to him and she was enjoying it immensely. The alert attention he gave her was more than simply a compliment to her attractiveness. She was very confident about her good looks -- hadn't she seen herself naked in front of a full-length mirror often enough, and even touched with her own hands the soft parts of her body she knew he was dying to feel? What she saw in his attentive gaze was the basic, animal like magnetism that occurs between any two healthy creatures of the opposite sex. And the interplay between them gave her a mild flutter somewhere inside, a warm sensation she recognized as being the early sign of sexual desire for his trim, muscular body.
Mel's organ swelled inside his pants as he watched her move in front of him. Her eyes seemed to be drilling into his with an expression of shameless lust. At least he hoped that's what it was -- by now he was so hot for her that he knew he might interpret any look she gave him that way.
Suddenly the music stopped and a disc jockey chimed in.
"There it is, kiddios," he enthused, "the boss jock pick of the week from yours truly, Sweet Swingin' Sam, the music man. That one's straight to you from Fat Freddy and the Freon Freaks, and it goes out to Melba, Stringbean, Cicero, Judy and Gino, Tom and Tina, Applejack, Winona, Little Boo-Boo..."
Mel snapped the radio off and said, "There are getting to be too many people around here, don't you think? I mean, we didn't come down here to share this beach with Winona and Little Boo-Boo!"
Maisie laughed and nodded agreement, then said the big rock down toward the water looked like a good place to change into her swim suit. She dashed off before he could say anything. He thought of walking to where he could get a good vantage point and watching her, but she had attracted him so much he didn't want to take a chance on ruining the whole thing.
He sat down on the car seat and took off his clothes. Just before he slipped into his trunks he heard Maisie yell to him. She was already in the water!
"Hey," she called out to him, "you did say nobody could see us here, didn't you?"
From the distance she had walked into the water, he could just see her head.
"Yeah, why?" he answered.
"Then we can go skinny-dipping, right?" she I hailed back.
He couldn't have been more pleased. The thought of her nakedness out there in the water, of her bare juicy breasts and bottom, made him more eager than ever.
He was so dazed that before he could answer she was yelling at him again.
"What are you waiting for? Come on in," she told him. Then she coquettishly added, "Don't worry, Mel, I won't look up 'til you're in the water."
She demurely bowed her head and closed her eyes. He tossed his swimming trunks into the car seat and made a dash for the water.
"Don't bother about that," he cried, in control of his voice again, "there isn't anything under my clothes I'm ashamed of you seeing."
He waded in deep toward her. The water now covered his ribs, but she was far enough from shore that the water still struck her at the neck.
"Can you say the same?" he yelled. "Skinny-dipping's a great idea, all right. Is there anything you're ashamed to have me see?"
"Come find out," she teased. "You can't see anything good from way over there anyway."
He felt the blood pound in his temples. He kept striding through the water 'til he was upon her. Below, inches below the water's surface, he saw the bobbing shapes of her lovely twin mounds. For the first time he knew that the golden tan of her legs and arms extended to the secret parts of her. He leaped the last few feet and grabbed her close, yanking her off balance toward him. She was too quick for him. Although he succeeded in crushing her submerged body against his, she turned at the last minute and caused her side to be the point of contact instead of the lush front he sought.
They wrestled together in the water and the accidental touches he received from her nubile breasts and buttocks made it well worth his effort. She was no match for him. Soon, amid laughing and squealing, he had her nakedness enclosed in the strong vise of his muscular arms. Her face was next to his. She was looking at him with those sexy blue eyes and starting to say something to him. She got no further than parting her lips.
"It's too late for talk now, honey!" he huskily whispered, planting his mouth firmly against hers. She gave one weak push of token resistance, then collapsed into him. Her mouth opened on his and he tasted the salt of sea water on his tongue as he avidly moved his mouth over her. The surfaces of her lips were like wet satin. He knew he was in control now and that he could do almost anything he wanted with the girl.
"I don't have anything to say, Mel," he heard her breathe, "not when we're this close. Talking's a waste of time for us, you're making me..."
He hushed her words by pushing his mouth hard against hers. She relaxed completely and turned into him so that the side of her body no longer touched him. Now it was, at long last, the ripe fullness of her soft, naked front pressed against him. The firmness of her thighs touched his hairy legs and sent shivers of desire through him. He took the smooth globe of a buttock in his hand and squeezed her pelvis forward against him.
He jerked his mouth off hers just long enough to speak. "Making you what, honey? Making you get a little hot and horny, is that it? Making you want to have me stick my cock to you and give you some real nice loving?" he demanded, a tight grin on his face.
She knew he'd want to enter her in front if she didn't act fast. She was every bit as aroused as he had teased, but what she wanted was to have his stiff organ in her backside. She ran her fingers down his ribs to his hipbone, then quickly darted to his groin and enclosed his hard penis with both hands.
"Sure I'm hot for it, lover," she admitted, "but we can't do much this deep in the water or we'll drown."
He hauled her toward shallower water. When it was no more than knee deep he sat her down on the bottom and knelt over her thighs. Her legs were straight out and he straddled the tops of her thighs. His erect member pressed directly into her flat stomach just below the water line. She scooted backwards from under him 'til she could lie on her back and keep her head above water. Her black hair stuck to her cheeks and neck. He put his arms around her and she rewarded him by pushing upwards and rubbing her full, resilient breasts hard against his chest. She heard his gasp as he felt the taut points of her nipples press his hairy chest. She squirmed against him, moving the slender lengths of her legs against his and exerting more upward force. Finally the buoyancy of the water lifted her naked buttocks off the sandy sea bottom and he slid his hands underneath. It was just what she wanted him to do.
"Oh yeah, lover, yeah," she whispered into his ear. "Give me a nice hard rubbing back there."
To further indicate her approval of his attentions to her rear, she moved her fingers up and down the shaft of his penis. He grunted and pulled her pelvis closer to the stiff, eager muscle. The fat, red end of it touched the thick black muff of her pubic hair before she realized how close he was.
"Ummmm!" she moaned.
She loved the feel of his hardness against her but only in terms of how close it was to her rear. The lips of her vulva were a bit hard to enter because the cool sea water made them tight -- but she knew he'd be bound to power them open with his fingers and glans if she didn't act fast. She turned sideways under him on her way to flipping over back up and belly down. She kept her fingers busy on his penis hoping he'd let her go ahead. If only she could get him to sink the hard knob of his instrument into the cleavage of her buttocks and to push on through to the hot channel of her rectum...
But he caught her half way through her turn. He didn't understand the move and was dying to slip inside her from the front, even though her hands were giving him plenty of attention up and down his stiff shaft.
She would have to speak. But past experience had taught her not to lay it on the line and admit her real desires.
"Wait, lover," she crooned, "wait. Listen, not there. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but you got me so hot I didn't know what I was doing. I can't let you in, sorry."
"Huh, what do you mean?" he asked, bolt