Walter Forrest: Maisie_s anal desire

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?

"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.