Walter Forrest: Maisie_s anal desire

She lay on her back and said, "Okay, kids, each one of you walk past me and spread your legs so I can see real good in your crotch."

They filed by and she handled each of their genitals for a few moments before telling the reason. "All right, kids, that was a little test. I just discovered from looking at your cocks and pussies that all five of you play with yourselves once in a while. And one or two of you do it a lot!"

They all looked at each other in embarrassment and wondered how in the world she could tell. Carol seemed especially worried. "Listen," she explained, "I… I used to do it a lot but I don't anymore. Really I don't!"

"That's okay," said Maisie, "I was just testing to see if anyone wasn't mature enough to attend the fucking class I'm about to give for you. But since every one of you plays with yourself sometimes, then it's time you all learned how to fuck."

"That's no big deal," crowed Keith. "I've known about that for a long time."

"Fine," said Maisie. "Then you can come hop on my pussy and show them how it's done."

He reddened. "You mean with you?" he asked. "I… I thought I could maybe do it with Carol or Margie."

"Nothing doing," said Maisie. "That's why I'm going to demonstrate it to the girls, so they won't have to lose their cherry to find out how to do it. They should get to keep their cherries as long as they want to without any of you boys busting it for them."

Julie was miffed because Keith hadn't mentioned her along with the other girls as possible sex partners.

"Just because I'm a year younger doesn't mean I'm a dummy," she spat out at him. "I bet Margie and Carol don't know how to very well either, but if they did I could fuck just as good as them."

Maisie liked Julie's spirit. "Forget him, honey," she said to her. "Come over here and stand astraddle of my head while I lie on my back. That's the way. Now when Keith gets in the saddle and starts fucking me, you lower your little bottom down and I'll give you a nice French job on that hot little twat of yours."

She did as she was told and Maisie looked up into the girl's clean, virginal crotch and thought how nice it was going to be to put her mouth there and let the youngster feel the wet tip of her tongue between the small lips of her vulva. She had Keith lie down on her stomach and immediately felt the warm, hard flesh of his adolescent penis poke her smooth skin.

Before she let him get underway she said, "Terry, you and the girls don't have to feel left out. I told you not to split any cherries but there's plenty more you three can do. You kids look real cute naked like that together… put some of that pretty equipment to work while you watch Julie and Keith and me."

She took hold of Julie's trim calves, which were positioned on both sides of her shoulders, and raised herself so she could see the other trio. "Lie down together in a little circle. That's the way, make all your heads point in the same direction. Now when you get the urge, Carol, stretch your head up between Terry's legs and take a nice mouthful of his cock. Then Terry can spread Margie's thighs and lick her pussy, and she can come up between your legs and give yon a nice mouth job at the same time. Dig?"

She lay back down with her face below Julie's naked organs and pulled Keith onto her stomach again. "Can you come yet?" she asked him. But Julie thought she was being addressed and started a hesitant answer.

"No, honey, not you," she said, "you probably don't know yet if you can or not. I'll take care of you and bring you off if you're hot enough to need it."

Keith said he could, so Maisie told him to go ahead and play with her genitals as much as he wanted to, then to stick his penis inside when it was nice and hard. She then turned her attention to the succulent, slightly damp organs of Julie.

"Ever had anybody do anything to this sweet little pussy of yours?" she asked the young girl.

Julie looked down at Maisie's face, directly below her widespread thighs, and said, "Well, once or twice I've had it fingered. But never anybody's mouth on it. Wow, I didn't know you could do stuff like that! It makes me feel kinda funny to think about it."

Maisie smiled at her. "Gets you a little hot, I'll bet, doesn't it? Does your pussy feel like it's running a temperature?"

"I guess," she shyly answered. "It sure does feel awful wet, I know that much."

"Go ahead and squat down toward my face then, honey. I think it's about time for me to lick some of that pussy juice off," Maisie told the girl. She could feel Keith's young fingers busily investigating her genitals and knew he would be entering her soon. Normally she wouldn't have allowed a boy inside her. But since she was to receive Floyd the custodian's large penis up her rear after she was through with the kids, she didn't mind. She glanced over and looked at the trio lying in a circle beside her and saw that all three kids were already engaged in applying their mouths to each other's organs. Just as she turned her attention back to Julie's slowly lowering crotch and was about to press her mouth against the girl's red, glistening vulva, she was very rudely interrupted.

Floyd, whose presence above them in the tree she had all but forgotten, came hurtling down through the branches and fell with a noisy crash not three feet away. His feet were still bicycling in the air when his shoulders hit the ground and his mouth was wide open in a terrorized scream. It didn't surprise her that the kids were frightened out of their wits – she had even known he was up there and she was scared too.

What did surprise her was the speed with which the kids left the area. All she could really remember, looking back, was a herd of churning, skinny legs and a mad flutter of clothes. They had no idea who Floyd was or where he had come from, and they weren't sticking around to find out. When she looked up all she saw was dust in the air and a pair of yellow panties hanging on a bush. She never saw the kids again.

"Floyd," she sputtered, "wh – what's going on? Are you hurt? What happened, anyway?"

He was lying on his back with a dejected look on his face. A thick bush had broken his fall, and his arms were sticking out its branches like a scarecrow.

"No, I ain't hurt," he said. "At least not the way you mean. The only thing that's hurt is my pride."

He stared shamefacedly down at his shirt front and Maisie saw that a white, thick fluid was sticking to it. It suddenly came to her what had happened. She couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha," she chortled. "You mean you were…"

"The stuff you and those kids were doing down here got me so damned hot I forgot what my name was," he moaned, interrupting her in mid-sentence. "Much less that I was sitting on a fuckin' tree limb. One minute I was beatin' my meat and the next minute I was fly in' through the air."

He started to get up and yelled in pain. His back [missing text].

Damn it, she thought, there goes my nice ass job that he was going to give me. Oh well, the poor bastard has enough trouble. I'll just skip it.

On her way to her car she stopped by a custodial headquarters and reported that one of their employees had suffered an accident. An hour later Maisie walked around a corner in the hallway and ran smack into Darrell the janitor. He was carrying a suitcase and a small tool kit, which fell to the floor and scattered things all over. Maisie apologized and was helping him pick things up when a sheet of paper galvanized her attention. It was a half-written note. And it was just like the one that had been shoved under her door!

Darrell hung his head and spoke in a low voice. "Go ahead," he said, "go ahead and call the cops. I admit I put that other one in your apartment. I guess you must think I'm a real creep."

Maisie was recalling the note he had left earlier that month, the picture as well as the printed message. It wasn't the crudity of the message she was thinking of, but the contents! All those references to anal sex! Could it be that…