Walter Forrest - Maisie_s anal desire

"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."