Walter Forrest: Maisie_s anal desire

Maisie Cummings lay on her side in the front seat of the car. She knew very well the man could see underneath her skirt all the way to where the white lace of her panties interrupted the line of her long, tanned leg. Even in the darkness of the night the small lights on the dash were more than adequate to show plenty of skin. She was barelegged and shoeless. She thought she felt a couple of pubic hairs sticking out of the leg band of her panties and wondered if he could see them. She had seen herself like that at home in the mirror while lying on her bed and thought it looked pretty sexy to be all sprawled out with one or two curls visible from inside the silky undergarment.

He was standing beside the car with the door open. She saw him avert his eyes quickly when he saw that she was watching him look up her dress. She decided he must be pretty dense.

"Go ahead and look, silly," she giggled. "You think I don't know what you want to see? You've had your eyes on my legs ever since I let you pick me up. I know darned well you want to shoot a little beaver."

He wasn't used to young girls talking about such things. He met her eyes with a start.

"Wait a minute, sweetheart," he said, his eyes narrowing. "You a pro or something? I thought you were just hot to trot and needed some loving. If you got money on your mind…"

Maisie cut him short. "I'm no whore, mister. Just because I talk about shooting beaver, you think I'm a whore? I just liked your looks, that's all. What are you, about forty? I'm nineteen. So what? Money has nothing to do with it. But if you're such an old fogy you get shook when you hear a chick rap about sex, then just forget it."

She started to raise up in the seat but he stopped her. He was just beginning to understand what he had on his hands. He smiled at her with greedy eyes.

"No. Hold it. We're going to get along fine now. I thought you were trying to pull one on me. Most girls are scared to talk about it. You want a big prick up your snatch, huh? Is that it? You want me to fill your emit full of my cock and give a nice healthy fucking, don't you?" he exclaimed.

His face was red and Maisie could see he was working up steam just from talking about it to her.

Oh no, she thought, now he's going to freak out the other way and start getting hot from talking dirty. I want to do it, not just talk about it.

"Sure I do," she agreed, "I want to have you ball me or I wouldn't be lying here with my dress up over my ass. So whaddaya say let's get it in instead of talking about it, huh?"

"You… you don't even know my name," he blubbered excitedly, "you don't even know my name but you want me in your pants. Don't worry, honey, you're going to get just what you want!"

He dove forward, put his hands on the bare flesh of her long legs, and ran his trembling fingers up to her pelvis. He jerked his pants down and kicked them off over his shoes and onto the ground beside the open car door.

Maisie felt a thrill between her legs when he said he'd give her just what she wanted. He undoubtedly meant, she was sure, that he'd give her a good fuck and make her come. But she wanted more than just a routine act of love. It wasn't enough for her to have a man's penis inside her pussy – no matter how good a lover he was. Maisie was a girl who had to have it somewhere else too. She craved it deep inside her backside.

The flow of her love juice hadn't even started yet, but already she could feel desire in the tight, puckered rosebud of her anus. An involuntary shudder rippled up her rectum and she felt the orifice grow warm and soft. She feared to tell the man exactly what she most wanted from him. She'd done that before a few times and it usually made her partner think she was batty. Besides, every male she had ever been with had always liked it better in front… despite how hungry she was to have her buttocks receive the lion's share of loving.

I hope I can persuade hint to cram his tool up my asshole, Maisie thought to herself. Some chicks may think it's creepy but for me it's the only way to fly.

Maisie looked up into the man's dark eyes. She told herself his looks were what had attracted her, but the truth was that she secretly felt he'd be more apt to engage in her own special kind of loving because of his age. Mature men, she had come to believe, were more willing to give her what she wanted than the younger guys.

As she stared up at him from the semi-dark front seat of the car, he returned her hot gaze. But he was taking in more than just her eyes as he did so. The blueness of them under her long, dark lashes held his attention only for the first few seconds. Then he feasted his eyes on the girl's other attributes.

Maisie would have stood out among any group of girls her age. The deep blue eyes were framed by a long, thick sweep of coal black hair that fell well below her gracefully rounded shoulders. On a blond, her blue eyes would have been beautiful enough – contrasted with her dark hair, they were striking. Her face, like her legs, was tanned to a sensuous brown mellowness. And between the full slightly pouting lips which curved in a slow smile, he could see the hard sparkle of her perfectly formed teeth.

He had both hands under her skirt now and was toying with the softness of her thighs at the line of her tight-fitting panties. She could see drops of sweat on his forehead in the glow of the dash lights and knew he was being rapidly affected by what she was allowing him to do to her. And she was quite sure he must be getting plenty hard and hot inside his shorts. She couldn't see that far down in the dim light, but she'd heard his pants and shoes fall off and knew that his shorts were all that held his organ in check. She squirmed her hips on the car seat, offering him the warm pressure of her firm upper thighs. Her movement seemed to beg for his fingers to slip beneath the leg bands of her panties and he wasted no time responding to her hints.

Maisie felt the hardness through his shorts as he lowered himself upon her. The stiff organ touched her naked calves and she knew it was bound to burst through the fly if he didn't take it out himself. He rejoiced at the new freedom of his fingers. Now they were all the way inside her thin panties and he had her thick curls at his disposal. There wasn't enough room through the leg bands for what he wanted from her. He pulled his hands out and grabbed the waistband, then jerked the wispy garment down to her knees in one motion.

She swooned and wriggled her buttocks against the seat, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"Oh yes, lover," she sighed, "get 'em off so I can feel you. When I felt you go in through my panty-legs I wanted you to pull them all the way down like this. Ummmmmmmmm!"

She felt a hot pulse of excitement between her legs. She knew he could see her naked pelvis in addition to feeling it now, and that he must be getting hard as a rock. Soon he would want to ram it in between the moist folds of her vulva. But the edge of her mounting passion was centered elsewhere – at the rosy orifice that puckered tightly between her young buttocks. The soft flesh of her front crack was warm and aroused, but the real center of hot desire was her anus. She wiggled her ass tighter against the car seat to get more contact against the sensitive spot.

"Shit, baby," the man exclaimed, "you need it bad, don't you? You're so God damned hot for a man's prick you're rubbing your ass on this seat like a bitch in heat!"

He took one hand off her and reached for his shorts. His other hand stayed buried in the black curls. He hadn't gotten down to the wet skin itself yet but she knew it was a matter of seconds before he did. She had to act now. She needed to get his attention off her front and make him concentrate on her backside.