Walter Forrest - Maisie_s anal desire

"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 I'm 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.