Walter Forrest - Maisie_s anal desire

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.