"Don't be coy, sweety," Kitty told her that night when she phoned, "Remember, we've known each other ever since we were sophomores in high school. Just because we've been out of touch for the last few months doesn't mean I've forgotten your kinks. Now do you still dig getting it up the back alley from a guy, or not?"
"Well, yes, if you must know," Maisie answered, obviously somewhat flustered. "But it's not the kind of thing I'm used to reading about in notes or mentioning on the telephone."
"Okay, okay," Kitty said, "so I'm a little less discreet than you. So sue me. But keep your shirt on, will you? Jeez, Maisie, it's for your benefit. I'm not putting you down for digging the asshole stuff, I'm trying to do you a favor. Can't a girl help a friend? I sure went for that guy you introduced me to last year. Now it's my turn to be the matchmaker, okay?"
Maisie calmed down. She switched the phone to her other ear as she lit a cigarette and warmed up to the conversation. Now she even felt like joking.
"Can't keep my shirt on," she told Kitty. "Not wearing one. And no wisecracks, either, Miss Garbagemouth. I'm home, remember? Where nobody can see."
"Then keep your bra on," retorted her friend.
"Sorry, no bra either," she said, "whatever that might be."
"Okay, funny girl," Kitty said, "so you haven't worn one in so long you forgot what it is. Who has? Just a figure of speech, my dear. Forget that and listen to what I've got to tell you."
What Maisie heard over the phone made her dress quickly and drive to Kitty's place. It was quite a distance across town – part of the reason the girls had been out of touch for so long – but what she had heard from Kitty convinced her the trip was well worth her while.
Her friend opened the door, blond and bubbly just as she remembered her, and the girls hugged in greeting.
"He's in the bedroom right now," Kitty told her. "I'm splitting, so the place is all yours. There's just one more thing I need to tell you – now don't freak out – Jon is just thirteen years old."
Maisie's face dropped.
"Are you out of your mind? You told me he was your cousin from out of town but you sure didn't mention he was a kid! What kind of dumb joke is this, anyway?" she exploded.
"See, I did right by not telling you 'til now. Wouldn't have even come over if I'd laid the whole story on you, would you?" Kitty said, then went into detail. "Wait 'til you hear. First of all, the kid's built like you wouldn't believe. I don't mean his cock's big compared to a man's, but the point is it's at least average sized already – and he's just thirteen! And he's horny as all get-out, Maisie, really. You should see the way he tries to peek at me in the shower or in my bedroom. If he wasn't my own cousin, and in my care for the weekend while his parents are at a business conference, you can bet I'd have let him in my pants long before now. I mean, I may be pretty wild, but I can't go for the incest route."
"But if he's that young…" began Maisie.
"No," interrupted Kitty, "don't you see? That's the beauty of it. The kid's horny as hell but he doesn't know what to do with it yet. That's why I thought of you. He doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground when it comes to sex – you could get him to do anything you want him to. Dig? All he knows is that that hot little cock of his is hard all the time and that it needs something better than just a hand job."
Maisie's eyes were brightening. She had fleeting memories of the time she discovered her young boyfriend Tony masturbating when she was young.
"You mean Jon plays with himself a lot?" she asked.
"A lot? He can hardly keep his hands off the damned thing. How do you think I know how big it is? He's only been here a day and a half and I've caught him at it three times. I think he wants me to see him doing it, you know. But I haven't let on I know."
"Can he… you know, is he old enough to come or does he just fool with it?" asked Maisie.
"Look, I don't know all the details. You can find that out for yourself. He's asleep now, but I'm sure you can think of some way to wake him up, huh sweety? I'm cutting out now so you two can be alone together."
"Wait, Kitty," called Maisie, "I… I'll feel like a 'dirty old woman' doing anything with a kid that young. No matter how big a cock he's got. I have to admit you got me all shook up right now thinking how groovy it'd be to have my own little love pupil, but I don't want to be a 'dirty old woman' at nineteen!"
But her girl friend was out the door. "Don't worry about dumb names for what you're doing," she called back over her shoulder. "Just let your pussy be your guide!"
And with that she was gone, slamming the door behind her.
Maisie headed straight for the bedroom. Jon was there, all right – a healthy-looking tow-headed boy with freckles. But he wasn't asleep. Not quite. As Maisie entered the room he was lying under the covers with his hand going a mile a minute. She could see the outline of his motion underneath, even though she couldn't see his actual nakedness. At her entry he stopped like he'd been shot and lay trying to pretend he was asleep. Maisie had a sudden idea. Why not play it his way and let on she thought he was asleep? After all, she thought, looking at his exposed face in the room's dim light, he is an awfully cute boy. Kitty was right about that.
She walked to the adjoining bathroom, musing aloud to herself as she went in a voice that was plainly audible to the boy.
"Hmmm, that must be Kitty's cousin, Jon. I knew he'd be here tonight, but when she told me I could sleep here I didn't know she only had one bed for her guests! Oh well, he's already asleep. And he's just a kid. Guess I'll just slip under the covers with him and sleep there anyway. He won't even notice I'm there and I have to get up early in the morning."
She stepped in front of the bathroom cabinet mirror and started brushing her teeth. She could see the boy perfectly in the mirror, but he had no idea she was watching him. As soon as her back was turned she saw him stealthily draw his hand under the covers and watched the outline of it travel to the region of his groin. His eyes were open wide and he was staring at her. At this point Maisie still had all her clothes on, but she knew her body could look plenty sexy from the back, clothes or no clothes. Especially to a young boy just feeling his oats for the first time.
She reached behind her after washing her face and unbuttoned the row of pearly buttons down the back of her blouse. She saw Jon crane his neck in order not to miss anything. She removed the garment, leaving herself naked to the waist. The boy's hand began moving faster under the covers. Jeez, she thought to herself, if the kid's that turned on from seeing just this much, how'll he feel when he gets a gander at my naked boobs?
She turned sideways, purposefully not letting him see her entire front yet, and stepped out of her skirt. Now she was wearing nothing but heels, panty hose, and a skimpy pair of panties underneath. She glanced in the mirror and saw that Jon's eyes were as big as silver dollars and his hand was going faster still.
I better watch out, she thought to herself, no use letting him get so hot he loses his load before I even get in bed with him.
Maisie strongly suspected that at his age, Jon would be fully capable of raising a new erection pretty quickly even if he did ejaculate before she was ready. But she didn't want to waste even that much of his hard, adolescent penis. She wanted it all, and she wanted it placed deep within the confines of the tight canal between her firmly fleshed young buttocks.
With that in mind, she tossed one of Kitty's robes over her shoulders before she came back into the room. Jon was lying still as a mouse. But there was no way for him to conceal the fine film of sweat on his face. Or the lump in the covers above his groin. Maisie didn't fail to notice that. She knew very well that in spite of his pose of being asleep, the boy must be stiff as a rod with tension under the obscuring covers of the bed. And one particular part of him, she fondly noted, was pulsing and bobbing a little bit on its own accord in spite of his attempts at making her think he was asleep.
She sat down on the side of the bed and raised one beautifully curved leg off the floor. Slowly, carefully, she turned her body so he could see her front, then lazily removed the robe. It fell around her waist and then she stood up for a second and tossed it onto a chair. She was pretty sure he wouldn't risk reaching for his penis again when she was that close to him. Let the fucker just look and wish, she thought to herself with amusement.
All she wore now was the panties and pantyhose. She put her hand to the waistband then and methodically peeled the sheer pantyhose down her legs. She stepped from the gauzy pile on the floor and sat down on the bed again. His face was turned toward her and she could see him daringly slitting his eyes open in spite of how close he was to her and how likely it was she might see him doing it and know he wasn't asleep. Still she pretended not to have the slightest idea that he was awake and eagerly watching her every move.
The bountiful treasure of her lovely breasts was now brazenly exposed right before the boy's devious eyes. She wondered how many pairs of uncovered female breasts he had seen before. Not many, she was pretty sure. And she was just as sure that if he had seen any, they probably belonged to some barely developed girl his own age, not to anyone as maturely curved as she was. The kid must be going out of his mind from getting to look at her like that without being able to so much as make a move, she thought. He was probably dying to touch himself under the covers again. In a perverse sort of way, Maisie enjoyed teasing the boy with her lush body. She hadn't spoken to herself aloud since immediately after entering the room, but now she did it again.
"Wonder if I ought to sleep with my panties on tonight?" she idly mused. "If I was getting into bed with some man sleeping in it, I'd be darn sure to – otherwise he might just take a notion to do something to me during the night. I don't see why I should keep them on now, though. Kitty's cousin here isn't old enough to think of things like that. And besides, he's asleep. Off they go."
She rocked herself backwards on the bed and pulled the intimate garment off over the smooth surface of her long legs, then tossed them onto the chair along with the robe. She sat buck naked in the bed now and her rounded hip was only inches from Jon's face. She knew he could now see everything she had – the sensual contours of her full breasts and her lithe legs had been in view before, but he could now even see the secret center of her groin where the satiny-smooth of her firm stomach disappeared into the thick, curly black mat of her profuse pubic hairs. She looked down upon him and saw his eyelids tremble. She knew he must be terribly excited and that his young penis must be simply bursting with energy.
For a few minutes she sat quietly on the bed beside him, peering closely at her fingernails. Once she even took her right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and idly examined it as though some small annoyance were bothering her. At this point Jon could no longer remain still. He gave a manful attempt at pretending he was still asleep, however, rolling over on his side and producing a deep sigh. Maisie saw that in making the move he had managed to "accidentally" have his hand fall into the hollow of his crotch.
She slipped under the covers and extended her legs across the sheet. She could feel a warm spot where Jon had been lying before he rolled over and knew he must have become physically hot from watching her as well as mentally.
"Gee, these sheets feel so cool and nice against my naked body," she moaned sensuously.
She extended her arms across the pillow, pretending to stretch, and grazed Jon's shoulder as she drew her hand back. It was the first time she'd ever actually touched him and she knew how it must affect him. She lay very quiet and listened. Sure enough, she could make out the muffled sound of a rhythmic stroking noise. The kid was at it again. She rolled against his body then, and although it was only his back she was touching, she could now feel the nervous warmth of his skin tremble and shudder along his back from his shoulders to his firm young buttocks.
The warmth flowed from his feverish body to hers like a wave of heat from an oven. He turned over and lay on his back now. She could see the outline of his swollen young penis sticking straight up from under the covers. Boldly but delicately, she laid a hand over the lump on the outside of the cover. Jon gave a quiet groan. It was getting beyond him now and he couldn't control himself as before. The light pressure of her hand made him want more. He squirmed under the covers and made his organ rub against it through the thick material.
Maisie herself was beginning to feel aroused now. It was time to act according to plan. She rolled away from him so that her back was facing his body. She made sure her buttocks were just even with his groin. Then she reached under the cover and put her hand on his hip. When she felt him freeze at the touch she turned her head toward him and whispered, "Are you asleep?"
She thought he would be afraid to answer and she was right. She heard him open his mouth but he stopped himself before he spoke.
She gripped the hardness of his penis through the covers and said, "As long as you're asleep then, you won't mind me playing with your cock a little. Something sure has made it hard. You must be having a sexy dream. Whatever's causing it, it's a darn shame to let it go to waste."
She felt his body stiff and eager under the covers. He was tense because he didn't want her to know he was awake now for sure – not after what he'd just heard her say!
"Hope you don't wake up then, little lover," she said to him, "because I couldn't have you catch me fooling with your cock. If you're a deep enough sleeper I'm going to do more than just put my hands on it, too. I have a real nice little spot under the covers where I'd just love to sink the head of it."
The boy was fairly trembling now from sheer excitement. He couldn't wait to have her do some of the things she was talking about. His penis was like a steel rod, jerking in anxious anticipation.
Maisie promptly took her hand from the top of the covers and slid it along his hairless chest and across his stomach. He let out a deep sigh and she laughed inside herself at his fruitless attempts to contain his feelings. She ran her fingers through his pubic curls and at last touched the nakedness of his organ with her bare hand. She encircled the base of it with her fingers and slowly slid them to the fat knob at the tip.
Darn, she thought to herself, Kitty was right. This kid's got a nice-sized cock on him for his age. It's going to be fantastic to have it stuffed up my asshole. I don't have to worry about him thinking I'm a weirdo, either. He's so hot to do something with his cock that he'll be more than happy to let me do whatever I want with it.
Maisie wiggled back against him and kept playing with his penis by reaching behind her and manipulating it while she pressed her warm back against his side. He gladly rolled facing her backside to facilitate matters and this left his erect organ directly in line with her quivering anus.
She positioned the point of it against the soft surface of her smooth buttocks and gave a little push backwards. To her unfeigned delight, the knob of his young lust parted her cheeks and went forward 'til it touched her small puckered orifice. She smiled to herself in the room's dim light and thought how wonderful it was going to be to have his instrument fully positioned inside the moist, sensitive walls of her hot canal.
She gave another little hunch backwards and felt his throbbing hardness press between the very sides of the anus itself. Now she had him in her at the tightest fitting point, and the result was a hot flush of passion that flooded her entire pelvis. As for Jon, he was transported by the new delight of having his hard organ inside another person's body. He couldn't help emitting a high pitched little moan and humped his pelvis forward for greater penetration. The new position made his legs touch hers. His knee and shin were pushed into her calf and the warmth of her long thigh was solid against his upper leg. She squirmed her legs so that one of his was sandwiched between her inner thighs and the other was flat on the mattress. The shock of so much skin touching his body made Jon so excited he had to have more. He hunched his pelvis forward and upward, hoping for dear life she wouldn't know he was awake, and drove his member deeper than ever before.
"Ungh," she grunted, "oh wow! Jon must be dreaming he's fucking some girl to give it to me that good."
His new activity raised her temperature and she felt the juices start to flow in her genitals and rectum. Suddenly she was all warm and wet throughout the entire area of her crotch. She returned his thrusting motion and set up a rhythm. It was wonderful for her. She had a penis inside her just where she wanted it, yet she was the one who maintained control. Young Jon was at once excited and awed by the older girl. The pleasure he felt was so new and intense that he wanted more and more of it, yet his shyness about doing such a thing with a girl so much older than he was didn't leave him. He lay on his side behind her and moved as much as he dared, taking every cue from her motions in front of him.
Maisie took her hand away from his penis and placed it on her own breast. He was now sinking his organ so deeply into her that there was no room for her fingers to grasp it. And the hot junction of their parts was so stimulating to her that her breasts needed some attention in their own right. She fit her left hand around a bulging nipple and slipped her right hand between the now swollen lips of her red, damp vulva.
Jon was so excited she knew he couldn't last long so she let herself go and abandoned her aroused rectum to gyrate as much as it wanted. She churned her buttocks back and forth on the sheet and worked herself into a frenzy before Jon ejaculated. When it came spurting into her hungry channel she had an enormously satisfying climax.
He backed up from her and lay breathing rapidly for several minutes. Soon she cooled down and started to relax into a pleasant sleep. Then she felt the touch of his hard flesh gingerly poking about, seeking the gateway to her rectum again. She was amazed and delighted. She had forgotten how young he was, and how quickly a boy of his age could attain a second erection.
She greedily opened her thighs and crammed her moist buttocks around the shaft of his organ for a second time. When he saw how much the older girl welcomed his new advance Jon started moving his pelvis against her once more. The thick, bullet-shaped end of his penis spread her anus open and rushed inside the warm cave of her rectum with terrific gusto. He seemed so consumed by passion that he no longer even cared whether she minded or not.
She didn't, of course. Hardly. She rocked her firm thighs back and forth sideways on the sheet 'til she was meeting every one of his adolescent thrusts with the wet, open mouth of her hungry anus. She could feel his legs trembling against the back of her thighs from the excitement of what he was doing to her.
Neither she nor Jon said a word. All their energy was being used up in their spirited pelvic contact. She felt the sweat rolling down his stomach and upper thighs as he banged into her like a toy cannon. He was giving her all the sex she needed right between the legs now, and she didn't even feel any desire to masturbate herself in front as she often did. She hugged her arms around herself and squeezed her generous breasts tightly against the smooth skin of her arms and her wrists.
The wet flow from her genitals and anus ran down her skin and onto the bed and still she ground away. Every delicious movement of the boy's swollen penis brought her closer and closer to the release she craved. She bit down on her forearm to keep from scaring Jon to death with her yell, then melted under the power of a sweet, hot orgasm that wracked her body and left her breathless. He fell away from her as before as soon as he climaxed, and lay quietly on his side 'til his breathing rate subsided.
Maisie listened to him and within ten minutes his breaths had become regular and deep. He had gone to sleep.
It wasn't long afterwards when she herself drifted off to a restful slumber. But long before morning – some time deep in the night or early morning – the precocious youngster again rubbed up against her backside. She didn't awaken at first. The tables were turned on her. Before she was completely conscious, Jon slipped his penis into her rear and she woke up to the sensation of its energetic motion deep inside her! It was apparently her turn to mix sleep and sex. But with her it was quite real. When she realized what was happening to her she swooned from the pleasure of it and allowed him to work away on her.
Jeez, she thought to herself, the little devil's at it again. Kids his age might not have much opportunity, but when they get the chance they can fuck like crazy.
Jon was even more sure of himself this time because he knew Maisie was asleep – at least when he started in on her. What he didn't know was that she was enjoying it so much she had no intention whatsoever of making him stop. After several minutes he grunted and shot off inside her. By that time she was not only awake, but her rectum was crying for the feel of his hot spunk. She rocked forward as it hit the tender walls of the moist channel and exploded into her third orgasm of the night. Only then did the two fall asleep and remain so until morning.
The first thing Maisie heard was Kitty's excited voice telling her to get up and get into her clothes as soon as possible. Jon's parents were coming home that morning much earlier than expected and were due any minute. She had to leave the apartment fast. It would hardly do for them to find their thirteen-year-old son in bed with a strange girl six years his senior. Jon lay perfectly quiet during the whole episode and was still pretending to be asleep when Maisie dashed out the door and into her car.
"But Kitty," she was yelling, "I have to tell you what happened. I have to tell you how groovy it was and…"
"Great. Glad you dug it. But not now, Maisie. His parents are going to walk in that door any minute!" she screamed.
She ran out Kitty's front door still waving good-bye and looking back over her shoulder. She wheeled around a corner in the lobby and – smack! – piled headlong into a middle-aged couple. She looked up from flat on her behind and blinked her eyes – the man had to be Jon, Sr. If Jon had been a Jr., that is. In any case, the man she had barged into had the face of a fifty-year-old Jon. These must be the boy's parents, it dawned on her!
Then she noticed that he was staring at her as hard as she was staring at him. Not at her face, though. Up her skirt. She looked down at herself and found that her short skirt was up well above her buttocks, giving the old lecher a full view of her panty-covered crotch. She angrily jerked the hem down but he still gazed at the long, mesh-encased lengths of her legs. The skirt would only go down so far and no farther.
But the interlude didn't last long.
"De-e-e-a-r," intoned his wife acidly, "you can get up now."
That brought him back to earth fast. He leaped to his feet and apologized profusely to Maisie even though it was quite obviously her fault the accident had occurred. He started to extend a hand to her to assist her, but again his wife cut in.
"Brush yourself off, Henry," she told him in a commanding tone. "I'm sure the young lady can manage to get up by herself."
Maisie flushed red. The woman's meaning was clear. Any girl who was attractive enough for keeping her husband's attention was obviously not a very ladylike female.
Maisie rose and tripped away to her car as the couple continued on. Any doubt she had that they were Jon's parents was removed when she slid under the wheel and heard the woman's raucous voice coming out the bedroom window of Kitty's apartment.
"Kitty," she was yelling, "did you let Jon stay up and watch TV all night? Look how tired and listless he looks. Jon, I've told you a thousand times…"
The woman's voice trailed away in the distance as Maisie pulled away from the curb and headed for home. She giggled to herself. What would the loudmouthed old bag do, she wondered, if she knew the real reason for her darling little boy's appearance? That it was caused by the same thing that made her husband gawk and dawdle on the way to the place? She smiled to herself. What the old bastard wouldn't do to get just a little bit of the kind of attention she'd been giving his still-wet-behind-the-ears son all night!
One thing was certain. Jon's enthusiasm and unsuspected prowess with Maisie's brand of sex opened up new vistas for her. She never would have thought of having anything to do with a kid that young, but he had really come through. She idly wondered how many other kids of his age or maybe a little older she had passed by when it just might have been very rewarding. Oh well, boys that young were too dangerous to fool with unless there was some relative like Kitty to be a go-between. She wouldn't go around, looking for any that young. But neither would she soon forget the pleasure she'd gotten from Jon's long-lasting little penis.
On her way home that morning, Maisie drove past the docks. It wasn't just to see the ships. She'd had occasion to notice the men loading and unloading them many times before. It was them she watched as she drove through the area. Most of them were hard-muscled, tough-looking men, she thought as she watched them at work. Men who seemed to her they just might be able and willing to do things to a girl that other men would be queasy about – like driving a penis up the bottom of her rear end.
For the rest of the week she worked hard at her job and stayed home at night. She could have had plenty of dates but she was getting to the point where she'd rather not bother if there wasn't a good chance to get the kind of loving she craved. One night she got the old feeling again and this time it was so strong she wasn't going to deny it. She plopped into bed, pulled her secret porno magazine from its drawer, and masturbated herself to two stormy climaxes before she went to sleep. As usual, she looked longingly at the picture of the man with the giant organ while she did it, and busied her fingers more inside her rear channel than she did inside her front one. The next night she wouldn't settle for her own touch there. It had to be someone else.
She got dressed and headed for the docks. She drove along the waterfront 'til she came to the Anchor Inn, then parked beside a spur of the railroad tracks and walked toward the place. As she crossed the railroad on foot she had a peculiar feeling she was in a very familiar atmosphere even though she'd never before been there. She smiled to herself. It figured, she thought. There was no denying the fact that this was a very rough section of the city. A downright seedy section, in fact. And wasn't she, to tell the truth about the matter, a girl from "the wrong side of the tracks"? It had been all her mother could do, as she and her older sisters were growing up, to clothe their backs. They had been poor and she had been looked down upon by girls at her high school who were rich and wore the frills. The "nice girls". Ha! They had wanted to do the things with boys she did, they just didn't have the guts. She knew most girls would be afraid to go alone to a sleazy waterfront dive like the Anchor Inn… but she felt right at home there. And before the night was over she expected to feel plenty more.
She sat by herself at a table and ordered a beer. She wasn't alone for five minutes.
A deep voice behind her said, "Beer'll make you fat, sugar, didn't you know that?"
She looked up and saw a muscular man about thirty-five in a tight-fitting black T-shirt. A black cap was cocked over one eye and he had a two-day growth of beard.
"See anything fat about me?" she retorted, without batting an eye or lowering her glass from her hand.
He slouched into a chair at the table without asking and took a long look at her as he drained the last few drops from the bottle of beer he was drinking, before he spoke.
"None except in the right places," he said, staring directly at her breasts.
Maisie knew he could see plenty of skin there. The blouse she wore left plenty of cleavage visible.
He asked her if she wasn't kind of young to be in a bar. She knew he was fishing to make sure she was over eighteen so he wouldn't be liable for a statutory charge if he got into her pants.
"I'm old enough," she replied, in a calm, confident voice.
"Old enough to drink your beer from a bottle then, aren't you?" he said, holding up his hand to order two more from the bar. She just smiled at him from under her dark lashes. When the beer arrived at the table he shook his head angrily at the waitress and said, "No, damn it. In a sack. We're leaving this damn place."
Minutes later she had let him steer her but the door and down a dark alley. He slipped his arm around her rib cage and pulled her close as they passed the last street light. His fingers boldly went straight to the side of her swelling breast and when he gripped it through her blouse she didn't resist. He guided her into the doorway of a warehouse and set her down roughly against some feed sacks. He made a big show of opening the beer bottles with his teeth, then pushed one toward her with gusto. She took it and drank it in gulps like he did, letting the overflow run down her arm. He reached to wipe it off with his sleeve, then ran his hand on up her arm to the soft bare skin of her throat. He pulled her against him with his other arm and she felt him reach into her blouse and push his fingers aggressively into the tight cleavage of her fully-packed breast. He was obviously not going to concern himself with any preliminaries.
He put his whiskery face on hers and kissed her hard. His tongue stabbed between her lips and she offered hers to the man in spite of herself.
She wanted some loving, sure, but she was beginning to think the burly man would be too much for her. What if he insisted on taking the regular way? What would she do if he demanded entry to the front of her lush loins?
She broke away from his mouth and said, "Okay, lover, so I came with you – slow down, huh? I don't even know your name."
"Name's Joe, now take your fuckin' dress off," he replied impatiently to the surprised girl.
She swallowed hard. He was definitely going to be too much for her, she thought, panic filling her heart. When she didn't make a move to do what he'd told her, he tossed his beer bottle over the pile of feed sacks and grabbed the hem of her skirt himself. He jerked it up above her thighs in one motion and uncovered her down to her underwear. The thin blue panties she wore were entirely visible, and his eyes riveted onto her crotch like a magnet. She felt fear, yet the man's firmness also sent a spark of desire through her. She wanted him but was afraid she couldn't handle him. She had to do something fast.
"Okay then, sweetheart, have it your way," he was saying, "leave the God damned thing on then. I don't have to have you all the way naked to fuck you. I'll have plenty of room to get my prick in you with your dress up to your…"
She interrupted him. "Listen, Joe, don't be mad," she lied, "but… but I've got the monthlies. I go for you plenty, but you wouldn't want to…"
"You on the rag?" he shot back at her. His eyes were blazing. "No shit? You on the fuckin' rag!"
She nodded her head furiously and convinced him she was telling the truth. She hoped he'd be the kind of man who would be put off by her condition and not want to touch her where she bled. He was.
"S'okay, sweetheart," he slurred, his beer breath in her nostrils, "we'll just have to do it different then. I got to get my nuts off with you, though, you ain't getting away from here without giving some kind of lovin' to me!"
She pounced on his suggestion. "Joe," she cried, gripping his arm tightly in her fingers, "you can do it to me here. I'll let you do that to me."
She jerked down her panties and flopped onto her stomach, presenting the bare cheeks of her smooth, creamy bottom to the surprised man. She pointed to the separation between the twin globes and spread her legs wide.
"Naw, none of that brown-hole stuff for me," he said. "I ain't no ass fucker."
But as he spoke he began lowering his pants. She brightened, thinking he was changing his mind. She squirmed her pelvis on the floor of the warehouse and her eyes got a glassy look in them at the thought of having him give her what she wanted. He saw the change come over her face and grinned like a fox.
"Oh, so that's it," he said with a little laugh. "You like to have it up the ass, huh?"
Her face reddened at his comment and then he knew with even more certainty that he had been right.
She watched him look at her naked rear and wanted desperately for him to be stimulated by it, but she found that his mind was on something quite different.
"You sure as hell want it, okay," he told her, "I can see that. You need prick up your ass like most girls need it up their cunts. I ain't giving it to you there though. The brown-hole scene makes me puke. Your mouth is what I want."
He suddenly dropped to his knees and yanked her off her stomach. She saw his naked penis for the first time and felt herself go wet between the legs from desire for it. He spun her around facing him and brought her to her knees.
"Take hold of this and treat me right if you know what's good for you," he told her in a low voice. "Any slut who likes her ass fucked ought to like eating the one-eyed worm too. Look at that, look how big it is, baby – don't that make your cunt hot to see it there? Don't tell me you never done it before, neither, 'cause I won't believe a fuckin' word of it. Now eat the old one-eyed worm!"
He put both powerful hands behind her head and pulled forward. He did have a nice one, she thought. She might have really enjoyed putting her mouth on him if it had been her own idea, but she hated to be forced. He seemed to know this and stopped pushing her head just short of the point where her mouth would have struck the head of it. She bent before him and looked up into his eyes with a mixture of fear and desire. Then she went ahead and dropped her face downward.
"Ah shit, I knew you'd want to suck it, baby!" Joe yelled out to her as he felt her young lips touch his glans.
He sat on his wrinkled pants and grunted in pleasure as she moved her mouth on the shaft of it and took his testicles in her hands. The noises she made as she sucked him sent thrills through her own half naked body as much as through his. The sound was very much like the sound of a man's cock jamming into a girl's ass hole, she thought, her passion mounting. She worked her open mouth up and down the length of his instrument with increasing fervor. If only it was my ass hole getting this juicy hunk of meat, she thought to herself.
Joe reached under her and took hold of her jiggling breasts with both hands. He squeezed one like he was milking a cow, with firm, strong movements from base to tip, and toyed with the other one's nipple. He had her so aroused that both of them stood up hard as tacks on the ends of her sweating mammaries.
"C'mon, baby," he yelled, "give me more tongue action. Suck me good, suck me and lick it. Lick it now, come on, put that little tongue on me like you knew what you were doing!"
She obeyed. She curled her tongue around the thickness of his organ and applied it to his hot, hard flesh as though she was squeezing the last juicy drops of flavor from a popsicle.
He started groaning and working his pelvis up and down off the floor to meet the wet, dripping hole of her open mouth. Saliva ran down his penis and into his pubic hair.
"That's it, sweetheart, gimme plenty of spit!" he yelled, his voice rising.
She knew he was about to ejaculate and started to jerk her mouth off to avoid getting it full of his hot issue.
"Keep sucking me, damn you," he yelled, seeing what she was trying to do. "Take it all in and swallow it or I'll break your neck for you, little ass hole freak!"
Then he dug her breasts hard with his fingernails and she knew he was about to explode into her. The end of his penis was all the way to the back of her throat. She milked her wet lips on his shiny red instrument like her life depended on it.
"Ah… ahhh," she heard him groan.
Then she felt a strong pulse in the shaft of his penis with the sensitive surface of her tongue, and suddenly her mouth was full of the thick, hot seed of his manhood.
He yelled and propelled his pelvis into her mouth, expended all his issue, then sank back on the floor. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and pulled his pants on. She sat on her haunches, her panties down and her pretty long legs exposed to his view, and watched him brush the hair out of his face and walk out the warehouse door. She was dying to spit out what he had ejaculated into her mouth but was afraid to until he was gone. When his footsteps faded down the dark alley, she spat on the floor.
Maisie was still very excited. The man had secured an obviously quite satisfying release for his own passions, but her needs were still far from being fulfilled.
Wow, she thought to herself, if only I could've got him to stick it up my rear!
If she had been home she would have known how to satisfy herself at once, even though it wasn't as good as having a man inside her. She would have simply masturbated herself. But in these strange surroundings she was fearful and unsure of herself. She wanted to get away from the warehouse fast and get back to the safety of her car. She was ready to admit that she had bitten off more than she could chew, but her loins still ached with desire. At home, in the privacy of her bed, she would really work herself over. She started pulling her clothes on and smoothing them over her firm curves as best she could in the dim light of the warehouse.
Just when she was ready to creep out the doorway and find her way back down the alley, she dropped her purse and had to get on her knees to find the small items that tumbled out. As she searched in the darkness and fretted over finding everything she'd lost, she became despondent. If only she was back in bed with the young teenaged boy, she bemoaned, where she controlled the situation. It had been wonderful having his stiff little member up her rectum. Or even the man who had picked her up when she was hitchhiking. Even he would be better than a man like Joe, who had taken what he wanted without caring about her own satisfaction.
Oh well, she sighed, at least he hadn't raped her. She'd been lucky enough to talk him out of that. She found her lost articles and was just starting to get up and leave when the sound of a voice burst out from the stillness.
"Hey, honey, you the girl that needs her ass fucked?" boomed the voice.
Then there was laughter. "You must be the one. The way you're hunkered down on the floor there, it looks like you're ready to take a prick up your ass right now!"