"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.
She hadn't been kidding Darrell at the door. She really did have a date that afternoon. And even though it was a blind date and she wasn't even sure he'd go for her special kind of loving, she was always prepared for it. She saw her face in the mirror as she combed her hair and added the finishing touches to her toilette. There was no denying that she looked stunning. She was getting ahead of herself by thinking of the possibility of anal love with the guy. Who could be sure? Maybe he wouldn't prove attractive to her and she wouldn't even let him get a hand inside her blouse, much less in her panties. Or he might be one of those guys who was more than willing to take his own pleasure, by cramming his tool up her cunt, but who'd get uptight and call her a freak when she let him know what turned her on most. At nineteen, Maisie had so far avoided having a man inside her front, and she wanted to keep it that way.
She'd allowed several hands and fingers into her genitals, but when it came to penetrating her vagina and breaking her maidenhead, she had always drawn the line. Deep inside, she could never free herself from the fear of pregnancy her mother had instilled in her at such an early age. And besides – she simply loved the feeling of getting her buttocks spread apart and taking a hard penis up her tight hole.
By the time she finished dressing he had arrived and an hour later saw them flashing down the highway in his sports car toward the beach. His name was Mel and she liked his looks fine. She'd have to remember to thank the girl friend who'd arranged the date.
"Mind if we go to a special place I know?" he asked her in a deep, rich voice that matched his athletic build. "A spot on the beach where there won't be so many people?"
Maisie easily agreed. She had a strong hunch that his spot where there wouldn't be "so many people" was really a stretch of beach that was entirely deserted, but he looked good to her and she didn't mind in the least being alone with him. He was twenty-four, he'd told her, but something about his eyes made him look even older to her. She liked that. She asked where they could change into their swim suits and the vagueness of his answer told her he was thinking about seeing as much as he could. She liked that too… at this point, anyway, she warily told herself.
She let him throw his arm around her as they drove and before they got to the beach he'd taken it from around her and laid it across her lap. He squeezed her leg good-naturedly, kidding her about the way she was moving to the music on the radio, and she let him do that too. The summery skirt she wore was longer than most that she wore. It came all the way down to two or three inches above her knees. But the thinness of its material made up for its length. The touch of his hand through it was strong and caressing. She was sure he'd started to place his hand on the bareness of thigh exposed between her knee and the hem of the skirt, but he'd swerved upwards as he neared her and contented himself with a higher grip.
The beach was just as she'd pictured it might be, miles down a dirt road from any highway and very secluded from anyone's view.
She hopped out of the car and Mel got a nice flash of tanned thigh from the move. She wasn't wearing any slip or petticoat, he avidly noted. Just how many inches farther up would he have had to see in order to catch sight of her panties? he wondered. She kicked her shoes off in the sand and stood beside the car gyrating to the music blaring from the radio.
"Come on, you loony!" he chided. "Let's head for the water. We can dance anywhere. I brought us down here to swim."
Maisie knew he was champing at the bit to see more of her body. The skirt was swishing across her slender thighs as she swayed her torso and ground her rear to the insistent beat of the music, and her tie-dye T-shirt was so close-fitting it left no doubt how little she wore underneath it. But she was in the mood for teasing.
"I am swimming," she answered impishly, "see? You swim your way and I'll swim mine."
She began to move her arms in the air as though she were swimming, making the motion part of her dance. This made the generous flesh of her breasts rock and squirm underneath the scanty shirt even more than before. Now Mel could see the definite outline of two hard points pushing out through the thin fabric.
Sonofabitch, this chick has a terrific pair of jugs under there. Hope to hell I can get my hands on them, he thought to himself as he watched her.
"You win," he conceded, and joined her in the dance. No touching, of course, just the provocative body motions. They were a few feet apart. Maisie had the kind of rhythm that made her arms and legs flow with the music as though what she was doing was some exotic rite, not a mere dance. And the way she sinuously curved her back and thrust her firm, compact little rear into the air made it not just exotic, but very erotic as well. He could see the perfect white teeth behind her lips, which were parted in smiling appreciation of the music, and her clear blue eyes teased him from under long lashes.
She had a good idea what she was doing to him and she was enjoying it immensely. The alert attention he gave her was more than simply a compliment to her attractiveness. She was very confident about her good looks – hadn't she seen herself naked in front of a full-length mirror often enough, and even touched with her own hands the soft parts of her body she knew he was dying to feel? What she saw in his attentive gaze was the basic, animal like magnetism that occurs between any two healthy creatures of the opposite sex. And the interplay between them gave her a mild flutter somewhere inside, a warm sensation she recognized as being the early sign of sexual desire for his trim, muscular body.
Mel's organ swelled inside his pants as he watched her move in front of him. Her eyes seemed to be drilling into his with an expression of shameless lust. At least he hoped that's what it was – by now he was so hot for her that he knew he might interpret any look she gave him that way.
Suddenly the music stopped and a disc jockey chimed in.
"There it is, kiddios," he enthused, "the boss jock pick of the week from yours truly, Sweet Swingin' Sam, the music man. That one's straight to you from Fat Freddy and the Freon Freaks, and it goes out to Melba, Stringbean, Cicero, Judy and Gino, Tom and Tina, Applejack, Winona, Little Boo-Boo…"
Mel snapped the radio off and said, "There are getting to be too many people around here, don't you think? I mean, we didn't come down here to share this beach with Winona and Little Boo-Boo!"
Maisie laughed and nodded agreement, then said the big rock down toward the water looked like a good place to change into her swim suit. She dashed off before he could say anything. He thought of walking to where he could get a good vantage point and watching her, but she had attracted him so much he didn't want to take a chance on ruining the whole thing.
He sat down on the car seat and took off his clothes. Just before he slipped into his trunks he heard Maisie yell to him. She was already in the water!
"Hey," she called out to him, "you did say nobody could see us here, didn't you?"
From the distance she had walked into the water, he could just see her head.
"Yeah, why?" he answered.
"Then we can go skinny-dipping, right?" she I hailed back.
He couldn't have been more pleased. The thought of her nakedness out there in the water, of her bare juicy breasts and bottom, made him more eager than ever.
He was so dazed that before he could answer she was yelling at him again.
"What are you waiting for? Come on in," she told him. Then she coquettishly added, "Don't worry, Mel, I won't look up 'til you're in the water."
She demurely bowed her head and closed her eyes. He tossed his swimming trunks into the car seat and made a dash for the water.
"Don't bother about that," he cried, in control of his voice again, "there isn't anything under my clothes I'm ashamed of you seeing."
He waded in deep toward her. The water now covered his ribs, but she was far enough from shore that the water still struck her at the neck.
"Can you say the same?" he yelled. "Skinny-dipping's a great idea, all right. Is there anything you're ashamed to have me see?"
"Come find out," she teased. "You can't see anything good from way over there anyway."
He felt the blood pound in his temples. He kept striding through the water 'til he was upon her. Below, inches below the water's surface, he saw the bobbing shapes of her lovely twin mounds. For the first time he knew that the golden tan of her legs and arms extended to the secret parts of her. He leaped the last few feet and grabbed her close, yanking her off balance toward him. She was too quick for him. Although he succeeded in crushing her submerged body against his, she turned at the last minute and caused her side to be the point of contact instead of the lush front he sought.
They wrestled together in the water and the accidental touches he received from her nubile breasts and buttocks made it well worth his effort. She was no match for him. Soon, amid laughing and squealing, he had her nakedness enclosed in the strong vise of his muscular arms. Her face was next to his. She was looking at him with those sexy blue eyes and starting to say something to him. She got no further than parting her lips.
"It's too late for talk now, honey!" he huskily whispered, planting his mouth firmly against hers. She gave one weak push of token resistance, then collapsed into him. Her mouth opened on his and he tasted the salt of sea water on his tongue as he avidly moved his mouth over her. The surfaces of her lips were like wet satin. He knew he was in control now and that he could do almost anything he wanted with the girl.
"I don't have anything to say, Mel," he heard her breathe, "not when we're this close. Talking's a waste of time for us, you're making me…"
He hushed her words by pushing his mouth hard against hers. She relaxed completely and turned into him so that the side of her body no longer touched him. Now it was, at long last, the ripe fullness of her soft, naked front pressed against him. The firmness of her thighs touched his hairy legs and sent shivers of desire through him. He took the smooth globe of a buttock in his hand and squeezed her pelvis forward against him.
He jerked his mouth off hers just long enough to speak. "Making you what, honey? Making you get a little hot and horny, is that it? Making you want to have me stick my cock to you and give you some real nice loving?" he demanded, a tight grin on his face.
She knew he'd want to enter her in front if she didn't act fast. She was every bit as aroused as he had teased, but what she wanted was to have his stiff organ in her backside. She ran her fingers down his ribs to his hipbone, then quickly darted to his groin and enclosed his hard penis with both hands.
"Sure I'm hot for it, lover," she admitted, "but we can't do much this deep in the water or we'll drown."
He hauled her toward shallower water. When it was no more than knee deep he sat her down on the bottom and knelt over her thighs. Her legs were straight out and he straddled the tops of her thighs. His erect member pressed directly into her flat stomach just below the water line. She scooted backwards from under him 'til she could lie on her back and keep her head above water. Her black hair stuck to her cheeks and neck. He put his arms around her and she rewarded him by pushing upwards and rubbing her full, resilient breasts hard against his chest. She heard his gasp as he felt the taut points of her nipples press his hairy chest. She squirmed against him, moving the slender lengths of her legs against his and exerting more upward force. Finally the buoyancy of the water lifted her naked buttocks off the sandy sea bottom and he slid his hands underneath. It was just what she wanted him to do.
"Oh yeah, lover, yeah," she whispered into his ear. "Give me a nice hard rubbing back there."
To further indicate her approval of his attentions to her rear, she moved her fingers up and down the shaft of his penis. He grunted and pulled her pelvis closer to the stiff, eager muscle. The fat, red end of it touched the thick black muff of her pubic hair before she realized how close he was.
"Ummmm!" she moaned.
She loved the feel of his hardness against her but only in terms of how close it was to her rear. The lips of her vulva were a bit hard to enter because the cool sea water made them tight – but she knew he'd be bound to power them open with his fingers and glans if she didn't act fast. She turned sideways under him on her way to flipping over back up and belly down. She kept her fingers busy on his penis hoping he'd let her go ahead. If only she could get him to sink the hard knob of his instrument into the cleavage of her buttocks and to push on through to the hot channel of her rectum…
But he caught her half way through her turn. He didn't understand the move and was dying to slip inside her from the front, even though her hands were giving him plenty of attention up and down his stiff shaft.
She would have to speak. But past experience had taught her not to lay it on the line and admit her real desires.
"Wait, lover," she crooned, "wait. Listen, not there. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but you got me so hot I didn't know what I was doing. I can't let you in, sorry."
"Huh, what do you mean?" he asked, bolting up in surprise.
"It's… it's just temporary," she lied. "I forgot to take the pill."
"Pill, shit!" he yelled. "Hey, you trying to pull a hard-to-get routine?"
"No, no," she assured him, "nothing like that. It's just… shit, I don't want to get pregnant."
The story seemed to convince him more than if she'd tried to concoct up some detailed excuse. She could tell by his eyes that he had swallowed her story. But that didn't keep him from being angry with her.
"Hell, Maisie," he growled, "you mean you let me get all hot like this and now you're telling me we can't ball."
"No, lover, not at all," she said. "I want every inch of that nice hard prick of yours. All I'm saying is that I can't take it in front… there's more than one way to get your rocks off with a girl, you know. And I don't mean just by hand, either."
She flipped on over to her stomach and he suddenly understood what she was saying. Now her hands were gone from his penis in order for her to support herself off the sea bottom and he craved to have her hands return. He looked down at the perfectly rounded cheeks of her tan posterior.
"You mean…" he began, trailing off.
"Sure, lover," she eagerly nodded. "Haven't you ever given it to a chick in the ass before? Come on, I bet you'll hardly be able to tell the difference. I know it won't be quite as good as you expected, but I bet you'll dig it. Let me have it there, Mel. Come on, right in the asshole!"
He reached around her torso and grabbed a firm breast in each hand as he lowered himself onto her backside. She swooned in ecstasy as she realized she'd turned the trick and was going to have the kind of love she needed so desperately.
"That's just what you're gonna get then, honey," he cried. "An ass full of it. If I'm gonna screw you I at least want something to hold onto though."
"Take all the titty you want, Mel," she excitedly told him. "It's all yours. I just want you to groove on fucking me."
She shuddered as his glans touched the sensitive crevice of her buttocks. He was still a bit disoriented.
"How about you, honey?" he asked. "You won't get much out of it, will you?"
If Maisie hadn't been so aroused she might have been unable to keep herself from laughing at the question.
"Oh, don't worry about me. I just want to be sure you get your rocks off," she said, in a martyred little voice. "Besides," she added, "what you're doing to my tits feels real good – even if I don't want you… er… even if I can't have you in my pussy."
She lay under him then with her pubes raised high and her rear end as far toward his body as she could get it. He eagerly took her up on the offer of her breasts and greedily kneaded them with both hands as he brought his pelvis down on her buttocks. For several seconds Maisie had been feeling the tantalizing sensation of his glans in the crack of her backside. Now she shuddered with pleasure as she felt him drive the knob of his throbbing dick thru the tight hole and plunge deep into the hot canal beyond.
She arched her back and exerted such force against Mel that he had to dig his heels into the sandy bottom to maintain his position.
"You getting what you need back there, lover?" she asked him, panting as she spoke. "Feel good to have your prick up my ass? Don't be bashful, go ahead and ram it to me like you would up my pussy. You won't hurt me!"
This was an understatement, to say the least. By now the girl was enjoying herself even more than Mel, and pain was the furthest thought from her mind. But she knew what most men thought of anal love and was careful to conform.
"Here it comes then, honey," he yelled to her. "If you can take this thing all the way, I'll sure as hell give it to you. You're gonna have me shooting a wad up your asshole damn fast at this rate, you hot little tease."
But Maisie wanted more. She was afraid he would ejaculate much sooner than she wanted him to. Mel had fully accepted her anus as a substitute for her genitals, and was already dangerously approaching climax.
"Oh wait, lover, don't shoot your nuts off yet," she gasped. "Hold on a minute. Please. I'm just now getting started. Just a little while longer, huh, just a while now!"
It hadn't occurred to Mel that she could reach orgasm by having sex through her rectum. Her words made him slow down some.
"That's fine," she sighed, relieved at the new pace. "That's real good, lover. Keep it going like that now for a little while, can you? Oh wow, I love it like that."
Mel had been pretty rattled when she first suggested having intercourse this way but he was getting more accustomed to it by the minute. He humped himself against Maisie's firm rear with long, steady movements that sent hot shivers through his pelvis. Every time he made a thrust, the girl was right there to meet him. She shoved her buttocks into him as though she really meant it. He could hear her breath get faster with each satisfying motion.
He got wild and accidentally jerked his organ all the way out on a backstroke. Like lightning she was wiggling her rear backwards toward him, doing her best to recapture the thing. She splashed water and flailed her arms as she sought it.
"Sorry, honey," gasped Mel. "Here it is. Let me back in there, will you?"
He didn't have to ask twice. As soon as he put the head of the organ in contact with her tender puckered orifice, she groaned and reeled backward with all her might.
"Here I am for you, lover!" she yelled. "Shove it home. It's all yours."
She grunted and he saw the sweat roll down her back even though sea water reached halfway up her ribs. Losing hold of him at such a crucial time had left her hungrier than ever and she was intent to recover every last bit of feeling as fast as possible. He rammed the stiff organ in and out, heading for ejaculation. This time she didn't ask him to hold off. It was just the opposite. She increased the speed of her thrusts and even reached backwards over her ribs so she could grab him. She didn't care what part of him she got hold of, just so long as it was part of his hard male body.
"Ummm," she moaned, "now you're going, lover. Now you're going to town on me. Oh shit, that's just what I need!"
"Hang on, honey!" he growled. "You're gonna get more of it. I'm gonna fuck the crap out of this hot little asshole of yours, you horny little bitch!"
Maisie was caught up in the exact rhythm of his motion. It felt to her like his penis was reaming out her entire guts, but she loved every second of it. Then he gave a sharp cry and pumped in furiously. She felt the hot spurts as thick wads of sperm blasted the inside of her rectum. She was terribly near release as it was – his ejaculation tripped her off and she felt a flash of wet heat stab her.
"Oh… oh God, I'm com – coming now," she yelped. "I'm really… oh I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm… ooooooooh!"
She pitched forward from the intensity and found her head underwater for a few-spluttering seconds. When she raised up, Mel was lying on the sandy bottom with his head on the beach. He had his eyes closed and a foolish grin on his face. She could see that the cool water had made his penis recede to a length of approximately two whopping inches. She looked down at her nakedness and realized that she, also, was being cooled off much quicker than normal by the low temperature of the water.
They played for a while together on the beach before it started getting dusky in the western sky. She knew very well that Mel had enjoyed himself with her even if he wasn't used to going in the back way, yet he acted funny somehow. She thought he must have believed her tale about the pill, but something was still strange about the way he acted toward her.
Oh wow, she thought to herself as she sat silently beside him on the way back home, not another guilt trip!
It had happened to her before. In the heat of loving, a man would enjoy himself to the hilt from indulging in her special kind of love. But afterwards he'd cool off and start thinking about what he'd done. And if he was narrow-minded enough about sex, or had undergone an unusually strict upbringing, he would begin to feel embarrassed about the act he had just performed. "Unnatural," he would call it. She knew the type. And it was more and more obvious to her that Mel happened to be just such a person.
The creep, she thought to herself. Thinks he's been a bad boy now, just because he's done something a little different with a chick. And of course he thinks I'm a slut because I let him do it. Ha! Wonder what he'd think if I told him getting fucked in the ass is my very favorite way. I won't say anything though – he'd probably drive right off the highway if I did.
When they reached her apartment he grunted a few times and said he'd like to see her again soon. He even had the bad taste to add that he hoped she'd "get on the pill quick". Maisie knew what was going on in his mind. He'd like to see her again, all right – if she was able to have "normal" sex with him, that is. If not…
She brusquely told him she was going to be awfully busy and hopped from his car without even letting him kiss her. On her front door was a sealed envelope. She opened it inside her apartment and found it was from her girl friend Kitty. The contents were pretty cryptic. Kitty was close enough to Maisie to be familiar with her hang-up about anal sex, but it still looked funny to see it written on paper.
"Missed you," the note read. "Call me tonight if you still groove on taking it up the ass from guys. I might have a surprise for you. Don't forget!"
The note was signed simply, "Love, Kitty."
But Maisie had an idea there wouldn't be anything simple about what was to follow. She was right.