Maisie's Anal Desire

by Walter Forrest

 

Chapter 1

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 mo«t 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? Puck 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, *Tm 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 2

"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, bolting up in surprise.

"It's ... it's just temporary," she lied. "I forgot to take the pill."

"Pill, shit!" he yelled. "Hey, you trying to pull a hard-to-get routine?"

"No, no," she assured him, "nothing like that. It's just ... shit, I don't want to get pregnant."

The story seemed to convince him more than if she'd tried to concoct up some detailed excuse. She could tell by his eyes that he had swallowed her story. But that didn't keep him from being angry with her.

"Hell, Maisie," he growled, "you mean you let me get all hot like this and now you're telling me we can't ball."

"No, lover, not at all," she said. "I want every inch of that nice hard prick of yours. All I'm saying is that I can't take it in front ... there's more than one way to get your rocks off with a girl, you know. And I don't mean just by hand, either."

She flipped on over to her stomach and he suddenly understood what she was saying. Now her hands were gone from his penis in order for her to support herself off the sea bottom and he craved to have her hands return. He looked down at the perfectly rounded cheeks of her tan posterior.

"You mean ... " he began, trailing off.

"Sure, lover," she eagerly nodded. "Haven't you ever given it to a chick in the ass before? Come on, I bet you'll hardly be able to tell the difference. I know it won't be quite as good as you expected, but I bet you'll dig it. Let me have it there, Mel. Come on, right in the asshole!"

He reached around her torso and grabbed a firm breast in each hand as he lowered himself onto her backside. She swooned in ecstasy as she realized she'd turned the trick and was going to have the kind of love she needed so desperately.

"That's just what you're gonna get then, honey," he cried. "An ass full of it. If I'm gonna screw you I at least want something to hold onto though."

"Take all the titty you want, Mel," she excitedly told him. "It's all yours. I just want you to groove on fucking me."

She shuddered as his glans touched the sensitive crevice of her buttocks. He was still a bit disoriented.

"How about you, honey?" he asked. "You won't get much out of it, will you?"

If Maisie hadn't been so aroused she might have been unable to keep herself from laughing at the question.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I just want to be sure you get your rocks off," she said, in a martyred little voice. "Besides," she added, "what you're doing to my tits feels real good—even if I don't want you ... er ... even if I can't have you in my pussy."

She lay under him then with her pubes raised high and her rear end as far toward his body as she could get it. He eagerly took her up on the offer of her breasts and greedily kneaded them with .both hands as he brought his pelvis down on her buttocks. For several seconds Maisie had been feeling the tantalizing sensation of his glans in the crack of her backside. Now she shuddered with pleasure as she felt him drive the knob of his throbbing dick thru the tight hole and plunge deep into the hot canal beyond.

She arched her back and exerted such force against Mel that he had to dig his heels into the sandy bottom to maintain his position.

"You getting what you need back there, lover?" she asked him, panting as she spoke. "Feel good to have your prick up my ass? Don't be bashful, go ahead and ram it to me like you would up my pussy. You won't hurt me!"

This was an understatement, to say the least. By now the girl was enjoying herself even more than Mel, and pain was the furthest thought from her mind. But she knew what most men thought of anal love and was careful to conform.

"Here it comes then, honey," he yelled to her. "If you can take this thing all the way, I'll sure as hell give it to you. You're gonna have me shooting a wad up your asshole damn fast at this rate, you hot little tease."

But Maisie wanted more. She was afraid he would ejaculate much sooner than she wanted him to. Mel had fully accepted her anus as a substitute for her genitals, and was already dangerously approaching climax.

"Oh wait, lover, don't shoot your nuts off yet," she gasped. "Hold on a minute. Please. I'm just now getting started. Just a little while longer, huh, just a while now!"

It hadn't occurred to Mel that she could reach orgasm by having sex through her rectum. Her words made him slow down some.

"That's fine," she sighed, relieved at the new pace. "That's real good, lover. Keep it going like that now for a little while, can you? Oh wow, I love it like that."

Mel had been pretty rattled when she first suggested having intercourse this way but he was getting more accustomed to it by the minute. He humped himself against Maisie's firm rear with long, steady movements that sent hot shivers through his pelvis. Every time he made a thrust, the girl was right there to meet him. She shoved her buttocks into him as though she really meant it. He could hear her breath get faster with each satisfying motion.

He got wild and accidentally jerked his organ all the way out on a backstroke. Like lightning she was wiggling her rear backwards toward him, doing her best to recapture the thing. She splashed water and flailed her arms as she sought it.

"Sorry, honey," gasped Mel. "Here it is. Let me back in there, will you?"

He didn't have to ask twice. As soon as he put the head of the organ in contact with her tender puckered orifice, she groaned and reeled backward with all her might.

"Here I am for you, lover!" she yelled. "Shove it home. It's all yours."

She grunted and he saw the sweat roll down her back even though sea water reached halfway up her ribs. Losing hold of him at such a crucial time had left her hungrier than ever and she was intent to recover every last bit of feeling as fast as possible. He rammed the stiff organ in and out, heading for ejaculation. This time she didn't ask him to hold off. It was just the opposite. She increased the speed of her thrusts and even reached backwards over her ribs so she could grab him. She didn't care what part of him she got hold of, just so long as it was part of his hard male body.

"Ummm," she moaned, "now you're going, lover. Now you're going to town on me. Oh shit, that's just what I need!"

"Hang on, honey!" he growled. "You're gonna get more of it. I'm gonna fuck the crap out of this hot little asshole of yours, you horny little bitch!"

Maisie was caught up in the exact rhythm of his motion. It felt to her like his penis was reaming out her entire guts, but she loved every second of it. Then he gave a sharp cry and pumped in furiously. She felt the hot spurts as thick wads of sperm blasted the inside of her rectum. She was terribly near release as it was—his ejaculation tripped her off and she felt a flash of wet heat stab her.

"Oh ... oh God, I'm com—coming now," she yelped. "I'm really ... oh I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm ... ooooooooh!"

She pitched forward from the intensity and found her head underwater for a few-spluttering seconds. When she raised up, Mel was lying on the sandy bottom with his head on the beach. He had his eyes closed and a foolish grin on his face. She could see that the cool water had made his penis recede to a length of approximately two whopping inches. She looked down at her nakedness and realized that she, also, was being cooled off much quicker than normal by the low temperature of the water.

They played for a while together on the beach before it started getting dusky in the western sky. She knew very well that Mel had enjoyed himself with her even if he wasn't used to going in the back way, yet he acted funny somehow. She thought he must have believed her tale about the pill, but something was still strange about the way he acted toward her.

Oh wow, she thought to herself as she sat silently beside him on the way back home, not another guilt trip!

It had happened to her before. In the heat of loving, a man would enjoy himself to the hilt from indulging in her special kind of love. But afterwards he'd cool off and start thinking about what he'd done. And if he was narrow-minded enough about sex, or had undergone an unusually strict upbringing, he would begin to feel embarrassed about the act he had just performed. "Unnatural," he would call it. She knew the type. And it was more and more obvious to her that Mel happened to be just such a person.

The creep, she thought to herself. Thinks he's been a bad boy now, just because he's done something a little different with a chick. And of course he thinks I'm a slut because I let him do it. Ha! Wonder what he'd think if I told him getting fucked in the ass is my very favorite way. I won't say anything though—he'd probably drive right off the highway if I did.

When they reached her apartment he grunted a few times and said he'd like to see her again soon. He even had the bad taste to add that he hoped she'd "get on the pill quick." Maisie knew what was going on in his mind. He'd like to see her again, all right—if she was able to have "normal" sex with him, that is. If not ...

She brusquely told him she was going to be awfully busy and hopped from his car without even letting him kiss her. On her front door was a sealed envelope. She opened it inside her apartment and found it was from her girl friend Kitty. The contents were pretty cryptic. Kitty was close enough to Maisie to be familiar with her hang-up about anal sex, but it still looked funny to see it written on paper.

"Missed you," the note read. "Call me tonight if you still groove on taking it up the ass from guys. I might have a surprise for you. Don't forget!"

The note was signed simply, "Love, Kitty."

But Maisie had an idea there wouldn't be anything simple about what was to follow. She was right.

 

Chapter 3

"Don't be coy, sweety," Kitty told her that night when she phoned, "Remember, we've known each other ever since we were sophomores in high school. Just because we've been out of touch for the last few months doesn't mean I've forgotten your kinks. Now do you still dig getting it up the back alley from a guy, or not?"

"Well, yes, if you must know," Maisie answered, obviously somewhat flustered. "But it's not the kind of thing I'm used to reading about in notes or mentioning on the telephone."

"Okay, okay," Kitty said, "so I'm a little less discreet than you. So sue me. But keep your shirt on, will you? Jeez, Maisie, it's for your benefit. I'm not putting you down for digging the asshole stuff, I'm trying to do you a favor. Can't a girl help a friend? I sure went for that guy you introduced me to last year. Now it's my turn to be the matchmaker, okay?"

Maisie calmed down. She switched the phone to her other ear as she lit a cigarette and warmed up to the conversation. Now she even felt like joking.

"Can't keep my shirt on," she told Kitty. "Not wearing one. And no wisecracks, either, Miss Garbagemouth. I'm home, remember? Where nobody can see."

"Then keep your bra on," retorted her friend.

"Sorry, no bra either," she said, "whatever that might be."

"Okay, funny girl," Kitty said, "so you haven't worn one in so long you forgot what it is. Who has? Just a figure of speech, my dear. Forget that and listen to what I've got to tell you."

What Maisie heard over the phone made her dress quickly and drive to Kitty's place. It was quite a distance across town—part of the reason the girls had been out of touch for so long—but what she had heard from Kitty convinced her the trip was well worth her while.

Her friend opened the door, blond and bubbly just as she remembered her, and the girls hugged in greeting.

"He's in the bedroom right now," Kitty told her. "I'm splitting, so the place is all yours. There's just one more thing I need to tell you—now don't freak out—Jon is just thirteen years old."

Maisie's face dropped.

"Are you out of your mind? You told me he was your cousin from out of town but you sure didn't mention he was a kid! What kind of dumb joke is this, anyway?" she exploded.

"See, I did right by not telling you 'til now. Wouldn't have even come over if I'd laid the whole story on you, would you?" Kitty said, then went into detail. "Wait 'til you hear. First of all, the kid's built like you wouldn't believe. I don't mean his cock's big compared to a man's, but the point is it's at least average sized already—and he's just thirteen! And he's horny as all get-out, Maisie, really. You should see the way he tries to peek at me in the shower or in my bedroom. If he wasn't my own cousin, and in my care for the weekend while his parents are at a business conference, you can bet I'd have let him in my pants long before now. I mean, I may be pretty wild, but I can't go for the incest route."

"But if he's that young—" began Maisie.

"No," interrupted Kitty, "don't you see? That's the beauty of it. The kid's horny as hell but he doesn't know what to do with it yet. That's why I thought of you. He doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground when it comes to sex—you could get him to do anything you want him to. Dig? All he knows is that that hot little cock of his is hard all the time and that it needs something better than just a hand job."

Maisie's eyes were brightening. She had fleeting memories of the time she discovered her young boyfriend Tony masturbating when she was young.

"You mean Jon plays with himself a lot?" she asked.

"A lot? He can hardly keep his hands off the damned thing. How do you think I know how big it is? He's only been here a day and a half and I've caught him at it three times. I think he wants me to see him doing it, you know. But I haven't let on I know."

"Can he ... you know, is he old enough to come or does he just fool with it?" asked Maisie.

"Look, I don't know all the details. You can find that out for yourself. He's asleep now, but I'm sure you can think of some way to wake him up, huh sweety? I'm cutting out now so you two can be alone together."

"Wait, Kitty," called Maisie, "I ... I'll feel like a 'dirty old woman' doing anything with a kid that young. No matter how big a cock he's got. I have to admit you got me all shook up right now thinking how groovy it'd be to have my own little love pupil, but I don't want to be a 'dirty old woman' at nineteen!"

But her girl friend was out the door. "Don't worry about dumb names for what you're doing," she called back over her shoulder. "Just let your pussy be your guide!"

And with that she was gone, slamming the door behind her.

Maisie headed straight for the bedroom. Jon was there, all right—a healthy-looking tow-headed boy with freckles. But he wasn't asleep. Not quite. As Maisie entered the room he was lying under the covers with his hand going a mile a minute. She could see the outline of his motion underneath, even though she couldn't see his actual nakedness. At her entry he stopped like he'd been shot and lay trying to pretend he was asleep. Maisie had a sudden idea. Why not play it his way and let on she thought he was asleep? After all, she thought, looking at his exposed face in the room's dim light, he is an awfully cute boy. Kitty was right about that.

She walked to the adjoining bathroom, musing aloud to herself as she went in a voice that was plainly audible to the boy.

"Hmmm, that must be Kitty's cousin, Jon. I knew he'd be here tonight, but when she told me I could sleep here I didn't know she only had one bed for her guests! Oh well, he's already asleep. And he's just a kid. Guess I'll just slip under the covers with him and sleep there anyway. He won't even notice Pm there and I have to get up early in the morning."

She stepped in front of the bathroom cabinet mirror and started brushing her teeth. She could see the boy perfectly in the mirror, but he had no idea she was watching him. As soon as her back was turned she saw him stealthily draw his hand under the covers and watched the outline of it travel to the region of his groin. His eyes were open wide and he was staring at her. At this point Maisie still had all her clothes on, but she knew her body could look plenty sexy from the back, clothes or no clothes. Especially to a young boy just feeling his oats for the first time.

She reached behind her after washing her face and unbuttoned the row of pearly buttons down the back of her blouse. She saw Jon crane his neck in order not to miss anything. She removed the garment, leaving herself naked to the waist. The boy's hand began moving faster under the covers. Jeez, she thought to herself, if the kid's that turned on from seeing just this much, how'll he feel when he gets a gander at my naked boobs?

She turned sideways, purposefully not letting him see her entire front yet, and stepped out of her skirt. Now she was wearing nothing but heels, panty hose, and a skimpy pair of panties underneath. She glanced in the mirror and saw that Jon's eyes were as big as silver dollars and his hand was going faster still.

I better watch out, she thought to herself, no use letting him get so hot he loses his load before I even get in bed with him.

Maisie strongly suspected that at his age, Jon would be fully capable of raising a new erection pretty quickly even if he did ejaculate before she was ready. But she didn't want to waste even that much of his hard, adolescent penis. She wanted it all, and she wanted it placed deep within the confines of the tight canal between her firmly fleshed young buttocks.

With that in mind, she tossed one of Kitty's robes over her shoulders before she came back into the room. Jon was lying still as a mouse. But there was no way for him to conceal the fine film of sweat on his face. Or the lump in the covers above his groin. Maisie didn't fail to notice that. She knew very well that in spite of his pose of being asleep, the boy must be stiff as a rod with tension under the obscuring covers of the bed. And one particular part of him, she fondly noted, was pulsing and bobbing a little bit on its own accord in spite of his attempts at making her think he was asleep.

She sat down on the side of the bed and raised one beautifully curved leg off the floor. Slowly, carefully, she turned her body so he could see her front, then lazily removed the robe. It fell around her waist and then she stood up for a second and tossed it onto a chair. She was pretty sure he wouldn't risk reaching for his penis again when she was that close to him. Let the fucker just look and wish, she thought to herself with amusement.

All she wore now was the panties and pantyhose. She put her hand to the waistband then and methodically peeled the sheer pantyhose down her legs. She stepped from the gauzy pile on the floor and sat down on the bed again. His face was turned toward her and she could see him daringly slitting his eyes open in spite of how close he was to her and how likely it was she might see him doing it and know he wasn't asleep. Still she pretended not to have the slightest idea that he was awake and eagerly watching her every move.

The bountiful treasure of her lovely breasts was now brazenly exposed right before the boy's devious eyes. She wondered how many pairs of uncovered female breasts he had seen before. Not many, she was pretty sure. And she was just as sure that if he had seen any, they probably belonged to some barely developed girl his own age, not to anyone as maturely curved as she was. The kid must be going out of his mind from getting to look at her like that without being able to so much as make a move, she thought. He was probably dying to touch himself under the covers again. In a perverse sort of way, Maisie enjoyed teasing the boy with her lush body. She hadn't spoken to herself aloud since immediately after entering the room, but now she did it again.

"Wonder if I ought to sleep with my panties on tonight?" she idly mused. "If I was getting into bed with some man sleeping in it, I'd be darn sure to—otherwise he might just take a notion to do something to me during the night. I don't see why I should keep them on now, though. Kitty's cousin here isn't old enough to think of things like that. And besides, he's asleep. Off they go."

She rocked herself backwards on the bed and pulled the intimate garment off over the smooth surface of her long legs, then tossed them onto the chair along with the robe. She sat buck naked in the bed now and her rounded hip was only inches from Jon's face. She knew he could now see everything she had—the sensual contours of her full breasts and her lithe legs had been in view before, but he could now even see the secret center of her groin where the satiny-smooth of her firm stomach disappeared into the thick, curly black mat of her profuse pubic hairs. She looked down upon him and saw his eyelids tremble. She knew he must be terribly excited and that his young penis must be simply bursting with energy.

For a few minutes she sat quietly on the bed beside him, peering closely at her fingernails. Once she even took her right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and idly examined it as though some small annoyance were bothering her. At this point Jon could no longer remain still. He gave a manful attempt at pretending he was still asleep, however, rolling over on his side and producing a deep sigh. Maisie saw that in making the move he had managed to "accidentally" have his hand fall into the hollow of his crotch.

She slipped under the covers and extended her legs across the sheet. She could feel a warm spot where Jon had been lying before he rolled over and knew he must have become physically hot from watching her as well as mentally.

"Gee, these sheets feel so cool and nice against my naked body," she moaned sensuously.

She extended her arms across the pillow, pretending to stretch, and grazed Jon's shoulder as she drew her hand back. It was the first time she'd ever actually touched him and she knew how it must affect him. She lay very quiet and listened. Sure enough, she could make out the muffled sound of a rhythmic stroking noise. The kid was at it again. She rolled against his body then, and although it was only his back she was touching, she could now feel the nervous warmth of his skin tremble and shudder along his back from his shoulders to his firm young buttocks.

The warmth flowed from his feverish body to hers like a wave of heat from an oven. He turned over and lay on his back now. She could see the outline of his swollen young penis sticking straight up from under the covers. Boldly but delicately, she laid a hand over the lump on the outside of the cover. Jon gave a quiet groan. It was getting beyond him now and he couldn't control himself as before. The light pressure of her hand made him want more. He squirmed under the covers and made his organ rub against it through the thick material.

Maisie herself was beginning to feel aroused now. It was time to act according to plan. She rolled away from him so that her back was facing his body. She made sure her buttocks were just even with his groin. Then she reached under the cover and put her hand on his hip. When she felt him freeze at the touch she turned her head toward him and whispered, "Are you asleep?"

She thought he would be afraid to answer and she was right. She heard him open his mouth but he stopped himself before he spoke.

She gripped the hardness of his penis through the covers and said, "As long as you're asleep then, you won't mind me playing with your cock a little. Something sure has made it hard. You must be having a sexy dream. Whatever's causing it, it's a darn shame to let it go to waste."

She felt his body stiff and eager under the covers. He was tense because he didn't want her to know he was awake now for sure—not after what he'd just heard her say!

"Hope you don't wake up then, little lover," she said to him, because I couldn't have you catch me fooling with your cock. If you're a deep enough sleeper I'm going to do more than just put my hands on it, too. I have a real nice little spot under the covers where I'd just love to sink the head of it."

The boy was fairly trembling now from sheer excitement. He couldn't wait to have her do some of the things she was talking about. His penis was like a steel rod, jerking in anxious anticipation.

Maisie promptly took her hand from the top of the covers and slid it along his hairless chest and across his stomach. He let out a deep sigh and she laughed inside herself at his fruitless attempts to contain his feelings. She ran her fingers through his pubic curls and at last touched the nakedness of his organ with her bare hand. She encircled the base of it with her fingers and slowly slid them to the fat knob at the tip.

Darn, she thought to herself, Kitty was right. This kid's got a nice-sized cock on him for his age. It's going to be fantastic to have it stuffed up my asshole. I don't have to worry about him thinking I'm a weirdo, either. He's so hot to do something with his cock that he'll be more than happy to let me do whatever I want with it.

Maisie wiggled back against him and kept playing with his penis by reaching behind her and manipulating it while she pressed her warm back against his side. He gladly rolled facing her backside to facilitate matters and this left his erect organ directly in line with her quivering anus.

She positioned the point of it against the soft surface of her smooth buttocks and gave a little push backwards. To her unfeigned delight, the knob of his young lust parted her cheeks and went forward 'til it touched her small puckered orifice. She smiled to herself in the room's dim light and thought how wonderful it was going to be to have his instrument fully positioned inside the moist, sensitive walls of her hot canal.

She gave another little hunch backwards and felt his throbbing hardness press between the very sides of the anus itself. Now she had him in her at the tightest fitting point, and the result was a hot flush of passion that flooded her entire pelvis. As for Jon, he was transported by the new delight of having his hard organ inside another person's body. He couldn't help emitting a high pitched little moan and humped his pelvis forward for greater penetration. The new position made his legs touch hers. His knee and shin were pushed into her calf and the warmth of her long thigh was solid against his upper leg. She squirmed her legs so that one of his was sandwiched between her inner thighs and the other was flat on the mattress. The shock of so much skin touching his body made Jon so excited he had to have more. He hunched his pelvis forward and upward, hoping for dear life she wouldn't know he was awake, and drove his member deeper than ever before.

"Ungh," she grunted, **oh wow! Jon must be dreaming he's fucking some girl to give it to me that good."

His new activity raised her temperature and she felt the juices start to flow in her genitals and rectum. Suddenly she was all warm and wet throughout the entire area of her crotch. She returned his thrusting motion and set up a rhythm. It was wonderful for her. She had a penis inside her just where she wanted it, yet she was the one who maintained control. Young Jon was at once excited and awed by the older girl. The pleasure he felt was so new and intense that he wanted more and more of it, yet his shyness about doing such a thing with a girl so much older than he was didn't leave him. He lay on his side behind her and moved as much as he dared, taking every cue from her motions in front of him.

Maisie took her hand away from his penis and placed it on her own breast. He was now sinking his organ so deeply into her that there was no room for her fingers to grasp it. And the hot junction of their parts was so stimulating to her that her breasts needed some attention in their own right. She fit her left hand around a bulging nipple and slipped her right hand between the now swollen lips of her red, damp vulva.

Jon was so excited she knew he couldn't last long so she let herself go and abandoned her aroused rectum to gyrate as much as it wanted. She churned her buttocks back and forth on the sheet and worked herself into a frenzy before Jon ejaculated. When it came spurting into her hungry channel she had an enormously satisfying climax.

He backed up from her and lay breathing rapidly for several minutes. Soon she cooled down and started to relax into a pleasant sleep. Then she felt the touch of his hard flesh gingerly poking about, seeking the gateway to her rectum again. She was amazed and delighted. She had forgotten how young he was, and how quickly a boy of his age could attain a second erection.

She greedily opened her thighs and crammed her moist buttocks around the shaft of his organ for a second time. When he saw how much the older girl welcomed his new advance Jon started moving his pelvis against her once more. The thick, bullet-shaped end of his penis spread her anus open and rushed inside the warm cave of her rectum with terrific gusto. He seemed so consumed by passion that he no longer even cared whether she minded or not.

She didn't, of course. Hardly. She rocked her firm thighs back and forth sideways' on the sheet 'til she was meeting every one of his adolescent thrusts with the wet, open mouth of her hungry anus. She could feel his legs trembling against the back of her thighs from the excitement of what he was doing to her.

Neither she nor Jon said a word. All their energy was being used up in their spirited pelvic contact. She felt the sweat rolling down his stomach and upper thighs as he banged into her like a toy cannon. He was giving her all the sex she needed right between the legs now, and she didn't even feel any desire to masturbate herself in front as she often did. She hugged her arms around herself and squeezed her generous breasts tightly against the smooth skin of her arms and her wrists.

The wet flow from her genitals and anus ran down her skin and onto the bed and still she ground away. Every delicious movement of the boy's swollen penis brought her closer and closer to the release she craved. She bit down on her forearm to keep from scaring Jon to death with her yell, then melted under the power of a sweet, hot orgasm that wracked her body and left her breathless. He fell away from her as before as soon as he climaxed, and lay quietly on his side 'til his breathing rate subsided.

Maisie listened to him and within ten minutes his breaths had become regular and deep. He had gone to sleep.

It wasn't long afterwards when she herself drifted off to a restful slumber. But long before morning—some time deep in the night or early morning—the precocious youngster again rubbed up against her backside. She didn't awaken at first. The tables were turned on her. Before she was completely conscious, Jon slipped his penis into her rear and she woke up to the sensation of its energetic motion deep inside her! It was apparently her turn to mix sleep and sex. But with her it was quite real. When she realized what was happening to her she swooned from the pleasure of it and allowed him to work away on her.

Jeez, she thought to herself, the little devil's at it again. Kids his age might not have much opportunity, but when they get the chance they can fuck like crazy.

Jon was even more sure of himself this time because he knew Maisie was asleep—at least when he started in on her. What he didn't know was that she was enjoying it so much she had no intention whatsoever of making him stop. After several minutes he grunted and shot off inside her. By that time she was not only awake, but her rectum was crying for the feel of his hot spunk. She rocked forward as it hit the tender walls of the moist channel and exploded into her third orgasm of the night. Only then did the two fall asleep and remain so until morning.

The first thing Maisie heard was Kitty's excited voice telling her to get up and get into her clothes as soon as possible. Jon's parents were coming home that morning much earlier than expected and were due any minute. She had to leave the apartment fast. It would hardly do for them to find their thirteen-year-old son in bed with a strange girl six years his senior. Jon lay perfectly quiet during the whole episode and was still pretending to be asleep when Maisie dashed out the door and into her car.

"But Kitty," she was yelling, "I have to tell you what happened. I have to tell you how groovy it was and—"

"Great. Glad you dug it. But not now, Maisie. His parents are going to walk in that door any minute!" she screamed.

She ran out Kitty's front door still waving good-bye and looking back over her shoulder. She wheeled around a corner in the lobby and—smack!—piled headlong into a middle-aged couple. She looked up from flat on her behind and blinked her eyes—the man had to be Jon, Sr. If Jon had been a Jr., that is. In any case, the man she had barged into had the face of a fifty-year-old Jon. These must be the boy's parents, it dawned on her!

Then she noticed that he was staring at her as hard as she was staring at him. Not at her face, though. Up her skirt. She looked down at herself and found that her short skirt was up well above her buttocks, giving the old lecher a full view of her panty-covered crotch. She angrily jerked the hem down but he still gazed at the long, mesh-encased lengths of her legs. The skirt would only go down so far and no farther.

But the interlude didn't last long.

"De-e-e-a-r," intoned his wife acidly, "you can get up now."

That brought him back to earth fast. He leaped to his feet and apologized profusely to Maisie even though it was quite obviously her fault the accident had occurred. He started to extend a hand to her to assist her, but again his wife cut in.

"Brush yourself off, Henry," she told him in a commanding tone. "I'm sure the young lady can manage to get up by herself."

Maisie flushed red. The woman's meaning was clear. Any girl who was attractive enough for keeping her husband's attention was obviously not a very ladylike female.

Maisie rose and tripped away to her car as the couple continued on. Any doubt she had that they were Jon's parents was removed when she slid under the wheel and heard the woman's raucous voice coming out the bedroom window of Kitty's apartment.

"Kitty," she was yelling, "did you let Jon stay up and watch TV all night? Look how tired and listless he looks. Jon, I've told you a thousand times ... "

The woman's voice trailed away in the distance as Maisie pulled away from the curb and headed for home. She giggled to herself. What would the loudmouthed old bag do, she wondered, if she knew the real reason for her darling little boy's appearance? That it was caused by the same thing that made her husband gawk and dawdle on the way to the place? She smiled to herself. What the old bastard wouldn't do to get just a little bit of the kind of attention she'd been giving his still-wet-behind-the-ears son all night!

One thing was certain. Jon's enthusiasm and unsuspected prowess with Maisie's brand of sex opened up new vistas for her. She never would have thought of having anything to do with a kid that young, but he had really come through. She idly wondered how many other kids of his age or maybe a little older she had passed by when it just might have been very rewarding. Oh well, boys that young were too dangerous to fool with unless there was some relative like Kitty to be a go-between. She wouldn't go around, looking for any that young. But neither would she soon forget the pleasure she'd gotten from Jon's long-lasting little penis.

On her way home that morning, Maisie drove past the docks. It wasn't just to see the ships. She'd had occasion to notice the men loading and unloading them many times before. It was them she watched as she drove through the area. Most of them were hard-muscled, tough-looking men, she thought as she watched them at work. Men who seemed to her they just might be able and willing to do things to a girl that other men would be queasy about—like driving a penis up the bottom of her rear end.

For the rest of the week she worked hard at her job and stayed home at night. She could have had plenty of dates but she was getting to the point where she'd rather not bother if there wasn't a good chance to get the kind of loving she craved. One night she got the old feeling again and this time it was so strong she wasn't going to deny it. She plopped into bed, pulled her secret porno magazine from its drawer, and masturbated herself to two stormy climaxes before she went to sleep. As usual, she looked longingly at the picture of the man with the giant organ while she did it, and busied her fingers more inside her rear channel than she did inside her front one. The next night she wouldn't settle for her own touch there. It had to be someone else.

She got dressed and headed for the docks. She drove along the waterfront 'til she came to the Anchor Inn, then parked beside a spur of the railroad tracks and walked toward the place. As she crossed the railroad on foot she had a peculiar feeling she was in a very familiar atmosphere even though she'd never before been there. She smiled to herself. It figured, she thought. There was no denying the fact that this was a very rough section of the city. A downright seedy section, in fact. And wasn't she, to tell the truth about the matter, a girl from "the wrong side of the tracks"? It had been all her mother could do, as she and her older sisters were growing up, to clothe their backs. They had been poor and she had been looked down upon by girls at her high school who were rich and wore the frills. The "nice girls." Ha! They had wanted to do the things with boys she did, they just didn't have the guts. She knew most girls would be afraid to go alone to a sleazy waterfront dive like the Anchor Inn ... but she felt right at home there. And before the night was over she expected to feel plenty more.

She sat by herself at a table and ordered a beer. She wasn't alone for five minutes.

A deep voice behind her said, "Beer'll make you fat, sugar, didn't you know that?"

She looked up and saw a muscular man about thirty-five in a tight-fitting black T-shirt. A black cap was cocked over one eye and he had a two-day growth of beard.

"See anything fat about me?" she retorted, without batting an eye or lowering her glass from her hand.

He slouched into a chair at the table without asking and took a long look at her as he drained the last few drops from the bottle of beer he was drinking, before he spoke.

"None except in the right places," he said, staring directly at her breasts.

Maisie knew he could see plenty of skin there. The blouse she wore left plenty of cleavage visible.

He asked her if she wasn't kind of young to be in a bar. She knew he was fishing to make sure she was over eighteen so he wouldn't be liable for a statutory charge if he got into her pants.

"I'm old enough," she replied, in a calm, confident voice.

"Old enough to drink your beer from a bottle then, aren't you?" he said, holding up his hand to order two more from the bar. She just smiled at him from under her dark lashes. When the beer arrived at the table he shook his head angrily at the waitress and said, "No, damn it. In a sack. We're leaving this damn place."

Minutes later she had let him steer her but the door and down a dark alley. He slipped his arm around her rib cage and pulled her close as they passed the last street light. His fingers boldly went straight to the side of her swelling breast and when he gripped it through her blouse she didn't resist. He guided her into the doorway of a warehouse and set her down roughly against some feed sacks. He made a big show of opening the beer bottles with his teeth, then pushed one toward her with gusto. She took it and drank it in gulps like he did, letting the overflow run down her arm. He reached to wipe it off with his sleeve, then ran his hand on up her arm to the soft bare skin of her throat. He pulled her against him with his other arm and she felt him reach into her blouse and push his fingers aggressively into the tight cleavage of her fully-packed breast. He was obviously not going to concern himself with any preliminaries.

He put his whiskery face on hers and kissed her hard. His tongue stabbed between her lips and she offered hers to the man in spite of herself.

She wanted some loving, sure, but she was beginning to think the burly man would be too much for her. What if he insisted on taking the regular way? What would she do if he demanded entry to the front of her lush loins?

She broke away from his mouth and said, "Okay, lover, so I came with you—slow down, huh? I don't even know your name."

"Name's Joe, now take your fuckin' dress off," he replied impatiently to the surprised girl.

She swallowed hard. He was definitely going to be too much for her, she thought, panic filling her heart. When she didn't make a move to do what he'd told her, he tossed his beer bottle over the pile of feed sacks and grabbed the hem of her skirt himself. He jerked it up above her thighs in one motion and uncovered her down to her underwear. The thin blue panties she wore were entirely visible, and his eyes riveted onto her crotch like a magnet. She felt fear, yet the man's firmness also sent a spark of desire through her. She wanted him but was afraid she couldn't handle him. She had to do something fast.

"Okay then, sweetheart, have it your way," he was saying, "leave the god damned thing on then. I don't have to have you all the way naked to fuck you. I'll have plenty of room to get my prick in you with your dress up to your—"

She interrupted him. "Listen, Joe, don't be mad," she lied, "but ... but I've got the monthlies. I go for you plenty, but you wouldn't want to—"

"You on the rag?" he shot back at her. His eyes were blazing. "No shit? You on the fuckin' rag!"

She nodded her head furiously and convinced him she was telling the truth. She hoped he'd be the kind of man who would be put off by her condition and not want to touch her where she bled. He was.

"S'okay, sweetheart," he slurred, his beer breath in her nostrils, "we'll just have to do it different then. I got to get my nuts off with you, though, you ain't getting away from here without giving some kind of lovin' to me!"

She pounced on his suggestion. "Joe," she cried, gripping his arm tightly in her fingers, "you can do it to me here. I'll let you do that to me."

She jerked down her panties and flopped onto her stomach, presenting the bare cheeks of her smooth, creamy bottom to the surprised man. She pointed to the separation between the twin globes and spread her legs wide.

"Naw, none of that brown-hole stuff for me," he said. "I ain't no ass fucker."

But as he spoke he began lowering his pants. She brightened, thinking he was changing his mind. She squirmed her pelvis on the floor of the! warehouse and her eyes got a glassy look in them at the thought of having him give her what she wanted. He saw the change come over her face and grinned like a fox.

"Oh, so that's it," he said with a little laugh. "You like to have it up the ass, huh?"

Her face reddened at his comment and then he knew with even more certainty that he had been right.

She watched him look at her naked rear and wanted desperately for him to be stimulated by it, but she found that his mind was on something quite different.

"You sure as hell want it, okay," he told her, "I can see that. You need prick up your ass like most girls need it up their cunts. I ain't giving it to you there though. The brown-hole scene makes me puke. Your mouth is what I want."

He suddenly dropped to his knees and yanked her off her stomach. She saw his naked penis for the first time and felt herself go wet between the legs from desire for it. He spun her around facing him and brought her to her knees.

"Take hold of this and treat me right if you know what's good for you," he told her in a low voice. "Any slut who likes her ass fucked ought to like eating the one-eyed worm too. Look at that, look how big it is, baby—don't that make your cunt hot to see it there? Don't tell me you never done it before, neither, 'cause I won't believe a fuckin' word of it. Now eat the old one-eyed worm!"

He put both powerful hands behind her head and pulled forward. He did have a nice one, she thought. She might have really enjoyed putting her mouth on him if it had been her own idea, but she hated to be forced. He seemed to know this and stopped pushing her head just short of the point where her mouth would have struck the head of it. She bent before him and looked up into his eyes with a mixture of fear and desire. Then she went ahead and dropped her face downward.

"Ah shit, I knew you'd want to suck it, baby!" Joe yelled out to her as he felt her young lips touch his glans.

He sat on his wrinkled pants and grunted in pleasure as she moved her mouth on the shaft of it and took his testicles in her hands. The noises she made as she sucked him sent thrills through her own half naked body as much as through his. The sound was very much like the sound of a man's cock jamming into a girl's ass hole, she thought, her passion mounting. She worked her open mouth up and down the length of his instrument with increasing fervor. If only it was my ass hole getting this juicy hunk of meat, she thought to herself.

Joe reached under her and took hold of her jiggling breasts with both hands. He squeezed one like he was milking a cow, with firm, strong movements from base to tip, and toyed with the other one's nipple. He had her so aroused that both of them stood up hard as tacks on the ends of her sweating mammaries.

"C'mon, baby," he yelled, "give me more tongue action. Suck me good, suck me and lick it. Lick it now, come on, put that little tongue on me like you knew what you were doing!"

She obeyed. She curled her tongue around the thickness of his organ and applied it to his hot, hard flesh as though she was squeezing the last juicy drops of flavor from a popsicle.

He started groaning and working his pelvis up and down off the floor to meet the wet, dripping hole of her open mouth. Saliva ran down his penis and into his pubic hair.

"That's it, sweetheart, gimme plenty of spit!" he yelled, his voice rising.

She knew he was about to ejaculate and started to jerk her mouth off to avoid getting it full of his hot issue.

"Keep sucking me, damn you," he yelled, seeing what she was trying to do. "Take it all in and swallow it or I'll break your neck for you, little ass hole freak!"

Then he dug her breasts hard with his fingernails and she knew he was about to explode into her. The end of his penis was all the way to the back of her throat. She milked her wet lips on his shiny red instrument like her life depended on it.

"Ah ... ahhh," she heard him groan.

Then she felt a strong pulse in the shaft of his penis with the sensitive surface of her tongue, and suddenly her mouth was full of the thick, hot seed of his manhood.

He yelled and propelled his pelvis into her mouth, expended all his issue, then sank back on the floor. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and pulled his pants on. She sat on her haunches, her panties down and her pretty long legs exposed to his view, and watched him brush the hair out of his face and walk out the warehouse door. She was dying to spit out what he had ejaculated into her mouth but was afraid to until he was gone. When his footsteps faded down the dark alley, she spat on the floor.

Maisie was still very excited. The man had secured an obviously quite satisfying release for his own passions, but her needs were still far from being fulfilled.

Wow, she thought to herself, if only I could've got him to stick it up my rear!

If she had been home she would have known how to satisfy herself at once, even though it wasn't as good as having a man inside her. She would have simply masturbated herself. But in these strange surroundings she was fearful and unsure of herself. She wanted to get away from the warehouse fast and get back to the safety of her car. She was ready to admit that she had bitten off more than she could chew, but her loins still ached with desire. At home, in the privacy of her bed, she would really work herself over. She started pulling her clothes on and smoothing them over her firm curves as best she could in the dim light of the warehouse.

Just when she was ready to creep out the doorway and find her way back down the alley, she dropped her purse and had to get on her knees to find the small items that tumbled out. As she searched in the darkness and fretted over finding everything she'd lost, she became despondent. If only she was back in bed with the young teenaged boy, she bemoaned, where she controlled the situation. It had been wonderful having his stiff little member up her rectum. Or even the man who had picked her up when she was hitchhiking. Even he would be better than a man like Joe, who had taken what he wanted without caring about her own satisfaction.

Oh well, she sighed, at least he hadn't raped her. She'd been lucky enough to talk him out of that. She found her lost articles and was just starting to get up and leave when the sound of a voice burst out from the stillness.

"Hey, honey, you the girl that needs her ass fucked?" boomed the voice.

Then there was laughter. "You must be the one. The way you're hunkered down on the floor there, it looks like you're ready to take a prick up your ass right now!"

 

Chapter 4

She froze and looked up over her shoulder. A man stood behind her with his pants open and his penis in his hand. He grinned through the hair hanging down in his eyes and licked his lips.

"Joe said there was a girl down here that liked to have her ass worked on," he said. "Here's just the cock