Maisie could stand it no longer. She exploded from the heat of her crying need.
"In my asshole, Kitty, that's where I need it! Oh wow, I'm gonna go bug-fuck. Please, please… isn't there some way? Isn't there some way you can jazz me back there in my asshole? I'll die if I don't get something up my crack, I swear I will!"
Kitty's tongue was spiritedly licking the slick wet bump of her clitoris 'til Maisie's outburst. When that happened she raised her head for a few seconds just long enough to blink her eyes, then dove back between her pretty girl friend's slender thighs. But this time she went farther than just her genitals. Maisie felt her thighs being opened wider and then the smooth sensation of Kitty's cheeks and chin passing between them. Her mouth settled itself hungrily on the naked rosette of Maisie's excited anus. She put her full lips to work on the tender, puckered opening and heard a grateful sigh from her partner.
Maisie jerked her hands to her head and ran her fingers through her lustrous black hair. She contorted her face in the agony of pleasure, shaking her neck from side to side. Her demanding bottom hole was finally being attended to and she loved it. She moved her pelvis upward to meet the thrust of Kitty's sucking lips.
"Oh my gosh, thank you, honey," Maisie told her. As soon as she said it she realized that it was the first time she had used an affectionate name on a girl. She must be going completely wild from what Kitty was doing to her, she thought.
"You don't know how bad my ass needed that!" she continued. "I was really digging the pussy-sucking you were doing, but it was only making me hotter and hotter for ass action!"
Kitty's new position made her own rear end stick right up above Maisie's breasts just inches away from her face. The novice lesbian gazed at the thick forest of blond pubic hair and wondered how it would be to nuzzle her face into Kitty's genitals. Such an idea would have been unthinkable just a couple of hours before. But with all that happened since then, and with Kitty's lips fervently sucking away at her most excitable spot, Maisie found herself considering the act. Her blond friend's mouth licked happily away on Maisie's anus as the thought crossed her mind. Before she got as far as doing anything about it, she began to experience a wave of growing passion. It was so strong that she forgot all about applying her mouth to Kitty's organs and concentrated all her energy on herself.
If it had been a man at work on her anus, Maisie felt sure, she would now be feeling the beginnings of an orgasm. The new wave of excitement she felt almost amounted to that but not quite. What was needed was something inside her rear, that was it!
"Oh darn, I'm almost there, honey!" she cried to her lover. "I'm almost there but I can't quite make it. Deeper, please… can you go deeper? I just have to…"
Kitty tore her lips away from Maisie's anus just long enough for a rush of words. Maisie could feel the hot excitement of the girl's breath on her anus as she spoke.
"All I've been doing so far is just using my lips on you," she rasped, her breath coming fast. "I've just been sucking your asshole up to now, but I think you need my tongue inside it, don't you? What you need is this, sweety."
And with that, the pretty blond stabbed her red tongue into the tiny opening. As soon as the tip darted past the outmost circle of the orifice, the tender flesh seemed to part in gratitude and Kitty was easily able to push it farther inside. The muscles relaxed and became lazy with a sensuous passion that increased the size of the opening, allowing Kitty's tongue much greater accessibility to Maisie's inner tract.
"Unghhhh!" groaned Maisie, grimacing from the sweet voluptuousness of the girl's wet tongue. "That's it… oh, shit, that's it, honey… that's it!"
She worked her hips back and forth on the bed and raised her buttocks up and down at the same time, imparting a sort of rotating motion to her pelvis.
"Mmmmff!" came a noise from Kitty's mouth. She was apparently trying to say something but her words could hardly be understood with her mouth so tight against Maisie's anus. Finally she made herself clear without ever leaving the hot spot.
"Jesus, sweetheart, what are you doing – turning into a fucking pin wheel? If you keep your ass moving this fast I'll never be able to bring you off. Not to mention my – mmmfff!"
Her words were lost again, but Maisie got the idea. Not that she was able to do anything about it. She was on the verge of release now, and her pelvis was entirely beyond her control. She grabbed her arms around Kitty's rear and upper thighs and squeezed tight, hoping in some mad way that would answer her partner's complaint.
Her blond partner's flesh was wet and smooth in her arms and Maisie loved the wonderful new feeling of rhythm she got from it. She dug her fingers into the warm firmness and massaged the damp, smooth skin with the heels of her hands. The bursting flower of a climax was strong and definite now, and the impending pleasure was upon her. She wiggled her torso under Kitty's sensuous weight and her breath came in loud gasps.
Kitty heard the change in her breathing and felt the girl move underneath her with more and more vigor. She knew Maisie's orgasm couldn't be far off. She darted her tongue deeper into her anus and took care to add a touch she knew was sure to bring her partner all the way – every time she pulled her tongue backwards, she curled it sideways into a curved shape like a corkscrew. The result was added friction between the wet twists of her tongue and the damp walls of Maisie's rectum, and she soon had proof Maisie could feel it. The girl started bouncing up and down hard on the mattress and making little whimpering sounds in her throat. The whimpering sounds grew to a long, high shriek and Kitty felt the firm inner thighs of her lover shudder spasmodically for several seconds. A final low, deep sigh told her that she had brought Maisie to a rousing climax.
Kitty removed her face from her girl friend's crotch but she remained face down against her body. She pulled herself up until her head was even with Maisie's knees, kissed them both with affection, and moved on until her face was cradled between the girl's ankles. There she lay with her cheeks touching Maisie's feet and her large, sweating breasts plastered against the graceful curves of her partner's knees and lower thighs. This left her pelvis on top of Maisie's, their curly mounds touching, and her pretty legs spread-eagled on both sides of Maisie's torso.
Maisie looked down the front of her body to see Kitty's round buttocks rising just over her pelvis. The blond's legs were spread wide so they wouldn't be in Maisie's face, and her feet were an arm's length from Maisie's shoulders. Maisie gazed with affection at the thick blond hair, long and tangled, that was spread over Kitty's back.
"Well, you sure were right, Kitty," she admitted. "After you got me started, I really grooved on it. I never thought I'd find myself in a lez scene, but here I am."
Kitty was slightly offended by her choice of words.
"You're not exactly in a 'scene', Maisie," she said. "Just because you dug what I did to you doesn't make you a lesbian, if that's what you're worried about. Plenty of people are 'bi', you know. You can still date guys all you want to. This just means you can get your kicks with chicks in addition to guys, not instead of them."
"I know," Maisie replied. "I've heard all that, I just never realized it would someday apply to me. How about you? Do you consider yourself 'bi'?"
"Yeah," said Kitty, "but I've dug chicks more and more ever since I started doing it. I still take, a guy on once in a while, but not too often. I wouldn't doubt but what I'll be all the way gay before too much longer."
Maisie couldn't see her face, but her voice had a smile in it. It was obvious that Kitty was comfortable and eager about her future prospects as a lesbian.
She started thinking about the love bout they had just engaged in. She felt a little ashamed of asking Kitty to orally stimulate her rear end, and even more so that it had been necessary to beg her to place her tongue in the anus itself. She apologized briefly but Kitty shrugged it off.
"Don't sweat it, sweetheart," she told her. "Some people dig one thing and others dig another. So you're an asshole freak? So what? I should have thought of it earlier. It's just that most chicks come all over themselves from the first part of what I did to you, so I didn't think about it 'til you gave me the word."
Maisie was still looking at the plump, firm globes of Kitty's rear end. She had always found great satisfaction in having others give attention to her behind – now she was beginning to be attracted to someone else's. She couldn't remember it happening before. And besides that, there was something she hadn't mentioned yet about, the way she felt. The truth was that Maisie still wasn't quite satisfied, in spite of the admittedly rousing climax she had just enjoyed. It occurred to her that maybe a tongue wasn't quite enough back there – maybe it took a man's penis to completely gratify her.
She gingerly mentioned the subject to Kitty, not wanting her to be offended.
Kitty just laughed. "The only thing wrong with you is hot pants, sweety. Don't you know that? You just need more of the same, not necessarily anything different. You sure were getting your cookies real nice just now."
Maisie admitted that maybe she was right, but that she somehow felt a little funny. The girls were still lying in touch with each other even though their heads were not facing. Maisie experienced the glow of a new arousal start to creep over her naked body. No question about it. She wanted more loving, whatever the reason, and she wanted it there in the bed with Kitty. She hadn't even showered after the first session, and already she was wanting more. She felt her cheeks go crimson at the thought of her insistent desire.
She scooted out from under Kitty and crawled up beside her. Now they lay next to each other with their hips and legs touching and their full breasts on the bed. There was something else on Maisie's mind she had to know about.
"You really made me feel swell," she began, "you know how good my climax was. But how about you, Kitty? Did you come? I mean, I didn't do… do anything to bring you off."
Kitty turned to her and smiled. "You're sweet to think of that," she said. "No, to tell the truth, I didn't. But don't worry about it. You did just what I asked you to – I just wanted you to lie there and be loved, and not think about doing much yourself the first time. It was…"
Maisie interrupted her. "Oh Kitty, you poor baby! You didn't get any for yourself after…"
It was Kitty's turn to break in. "It was great just seeing you groove on your little scene," she continued. "Let's face it, Maisie, you have a fantastic body. Just getting to hug those juicy tits of yours and play with your hot little cunt was enough payment for what I gave you. And besides, I had a hunch you just might…"
She let her voice trail off. She turned her face to Maisie and put her lips to her ear. She pushed the coal black hair aside and whispered. Maisie was anxious for her to go ahead and speak.
"…that you just might be hot and horny for some more. And if you did happen to be…"
Maisie didn't let her finish. "Oh I am, Kitty, I am!" she squealed. She enclosed the blond's soft shoulders in her arms and kissed her full on the mouth.
"And this time you're gonna get your cookies too. You can bet on that, honey."
Kitty was surprised at Maisie's sudden and sexy aggressiveness. She warmed quickly to Maisie's kiss and felt the blood flow hot in her veins. The points of their succulent breasts swung in contact and Kitty shuddered from the touch. Maisie lowered her mouth from her partner's lips and smacked the soft skin of her breasts with loud, sloppy kisses that sent shivers through Kitty's body. She reached the point of one of Kitty's small, pert nipples and enclosed the entire sensitive organ in her wet mouth, sucking and licking with tremendous enthusiasm.
She didn't stop there. To Kitty's amazed delight, Maisie's abundant head of hair traveled down her stomach and straight into the curly V of her crotch. And under the profuse disarray of her brunette tresses was an active, hungry little mouth that gave Kitty no end of pleasure. Maisie surprised even herself by her sudden vigor, but the knowledge that Kitty had gone without relief earlier made her anxious to correct the condition.
Just before rubbing her face in the hairy junction of Kitty's shapely legs, Maisie bobbed her head up.
"Just lie there, Kitty, like you let me do. It's your turn to have a mouth on your pussy," she told her.
Kitty swooned and threw her arms and legs wide open to Maisie's welcome presence. She felt the girl's hair fan over her upper thighs and her firm stomach and knew it wouldn't be long before she experienced the wonderful touch of her wet lips. She raised her haunches upward and strained forward. Maisie was direct and to the point. She didn't tease her lover. She took the outer lips of Kitty's warm vulva into her mouth and sucked voraciously. The sound alone would have caused the blond's love juices to flow. Together with the actual touch of her ripe lips, Kitty was thrown into a hot wave of quickly rising passion that made her legs tremble and her mouth go dry.
"Oh shit, Maisie," she called out, "I can't stand it. Your mouth feels so good there."
"Then try this!" yelled Maisie, opening her lips and inserting her tongue between the warm folds.
Kitty ground her buttocks into the bed and hugged her big breasts together in her arms. She closed her eyes and pictured the beautiful work going on under Maisie's thick, obscuring hair. She thought of how Maisie's sweet red tongue must look going in and out of her damp, curly-haired mound.
Maisie began blowing air into the fecund depths of Kitty's organs with every breath. She lovingly massaged the girl's upper thighs all the way from the knee to the tender junction at the V of her curvy legs. She reached far into the moist orifice and traced her tongue against the sides of her vaginal walls on the way back. Upon reaching the entrance, Maisie would twirl her tongue around and around in Kitty's sensitive vestibule like a fluttery little windmill. She ran her hands up and down her thighs with increasing intensity, letting her fingers caress the bottom of the pouting vulva before sliding back down toward her knees and calves.
She felt Kitty start humping her pelvis, first slow and easy then quicker and more heavier.
"You're coming, aren't you!" cried Maisie. She was doing her best to lick Kitty just right, to apply her mouth to the girl so that she would truly enjoy herself. "You're gettin' so wet down here you're flooding my mouth. Come on, Kitty, come on and let yourself have a nice juicy come!"
Kitty responded by wrapping her legs tighter around Maisie's head to make her quit talking and keep mouthing her hot, bursting organs. Maisie knew what she wanted and poured it on. Seconds later Kitty felt a slow rippling motion begin somewhere deep inside, then rise like fire to the soft, wet interior of her cunt. She pumped her pelvis like a jackhammer and experienced a quick, intense orgasm.
Maisie was delighted at what she'd been able to provide. She hugged her and kissed her on the mouth before heading for Kitty's bathroom to shower. Her blond hostess lay sated and comfortable on the bed for several minutes. When Maisie kissed her, she had noticed a unique scent on the girl's lips. She realized it was the musky sex scent of her own genitals, left on Maisie's mouth from cunnilingus. After a few more minutes of indulgent sniffing and luxurious stretching, she joined her guest in the shower.
Maisie was almost finished when she arrived. She stood toweling off in front of Kitty, knowing how pretty her naked curves appeared as she rubbed herself with the towel, and started combing her hair.
Before Maisie left that night Kitty stopped her at the door for one last kiss. Maisie thanked her for introducing her to the secrets of girl love and said they'd have to do it again sometime soon. Kitty told her that next time there'd be a special surprise guaranteed to please her but she wouldn't say what she meant.
Back in Maisie's apartment, she kept thinking about the comment. She was almost sure it had something to do with sex. She recalled her remarks after Kitty had made love to her the first time, hoping that nothing she had said had made her feel bad. She still wasn't sure herself, really. All she knew was that while Kitty's attentions to her had been extremely satisfying, and resulted in an undeniable climax for her, there had still been something missing. She couldn't explain it, but the more she thought about it the more she found herself turning to thoughts of men. Men and those nice big cocks between their legs.
She began taking off her clothes. On the other side of her bedroom wall, Darrell the janitor was at his favorite post. His eye was glued to his private peephole and his large organ dangled from his fly, even though it was still half soft. As soon as Maisie unbuttoned her blouse it got stiff as a rock.
Jesus, it's about time, he thought bitterly to himself. I've been waiting for hours for Maisie to come home so I can get a peek at her. Some guys would call me a damned fool for toasting that much time just looking at her and beating my meat, but she's so pretty it's more than worth the wait.
Maisie went straight for her beefcake magazine and flipped to her favorite page. She had jumped under the covers so quickly that Darrell barely had time to see her lush, naked figure at all, much less to make out much detail.
He saw her looking at the magazine but couldn't make out what was on the page. Then he watched in fascination as he saw her hand disappear under the covers and a smile commence on her face. The only bare skin he could see was her shoulders and head but that was enough to make him masturbate. He jerked his hand up and down his hard shaft and peered intently at the girl. Could it be? The covers seemed to be moving in a slow, rhythmic way down by her stomach. He looked again. Stomach hell, that was her damn snatch she had her hand on, he realized with a shock. The sweat broke out on his forehead and he practically butted his head through the wall trying to get a better look.
But it wasn't to be. Sometimes Maisie preferred to finish herself off with lights out, thinking of the man in the magazine rather than actually looking at him. This was one of the nights. She tossed the thing onto the bedside table and reached for the light switch. The last thing Darrell saw was a two-second flash of the girl's naked, jiggling breasts. Then total darkness.
Oh no, he moaned to himself, not now. Not when the beautiful bitch had her hand between her legs. Am I going bat-fuck or did I really see her do that? No, she was, I swear that's what she was doing!
He sat in the tiny room and continued masturbating himself in spite of his misfortune. She had looked so good to him he didn't need to really see her to make himself attain the needed relief. All he had to do was think of her. And as he did so his hand moved faster and faster, harder and harder up and down his swollen organ. Unfortunately, the movement also grew louder and louder. He was much too occupied to notice it himself, but soon the rhythmic little slap slap slap carried through the wall to Maisie's ears. She hopped and dashed to the window. What was that noise? It sounded like rain dripping somewhere but she didn't remember any clouds. Darrell was too far gone to hear her rise and go to the window. He kept his hand going until he ejaculated. But he was too carried away. He forgot where he was and let himself utter quite audible moans and groans. When his climax came he fairly shouted.
"Damn neighbor s," Maisie muttered under breath. "Must be some lush lives next to me," she said.
Darrell crept from the utility closet and went home, unaware that she had heard him. The next morning she called her apartment manager from her job. Some drunk, she told him, must have moved next door to her. He had been groaning and making a fuss at one o'clock in the morning and she wanted it stopped.
"Who was that?" the manager's wife wanted to know after he hung the phone up.
"I don't know," he mumbled, getting back to the sports page. "One of those dizzy broads that lives on the second floor. Claimed some drunk was raising hell last night and keeping her awake."
"Well, what did you tell her?" his wife demanded.
"Awww, I didn't tell her nothing," he said in a bored voice. "She's got to be out of her fucking head, anyway. What good would it do if I answered her? She's like all them other broads up there – always thinking they hear a man some place. Hot pants, that's what's wrong with them. Every damn one of them needs a good dick up their snatch. Then they wouldn't imagine they hear all this crap."
His wife was insulted. "You wish they did, don't you, you old goat! And you wish you could get in on it, too! Don't worry, buster, even if they did I want that, you wouldn't do them any good! It has to be hard to do anyone any good. Or has it been so long you forgot?"
"Aww, pipe down," he growled, and buried himself in his sports page.
By the end of the week Maisie was more than ready for the two-day respite from work. Her job had been particularly demanding and she was eager for some fun. On the way home she thought of going bowling, or maybe getting tickets for a roller derby game. But she soon changed her mind. She smiled to herself as she wheeled into her garage. Fun, for her, meant sex. It was as simple as that, and there was no use trying to kid herself. Well, almost that simple. Sex, in turn, had to involve plenty of attention to her rear end in order to be fun.
She pranced upstairs and passed Darrell in the hall with a broom over his shoulder. He gave her a big smile and she spoke to him congenially but didn't slow down. She knew he was watching every move she made as she walked down the hall and it pleased her. She made absolutely no effort to control the sensuous swing of her firm young buttocks underneath the tight, short skirt she wore. She thought of Darrell as she entered her place. He was actually a pretty attractive guy, she thought. Maybe she would give him a chance to talk to her some time and see how he was.
When she flung open her door a note was lying on the rug where it had evidently been stuffed under the molding from outside. She picked it up and unfolded it. Its contents shocked her. There was a crude drawing in pencil and a few lines of writing. The drawing was crude in both execution and form – it showed a large hard penis, complete with two hairy testicles, and two huge globes apparently intended to be a woman's posterior. The head of the penis was shoved unerringly between the fat cheeks, and a few squiggly lines suggested motion.
"Dear Miss Cummings," said the printing below the picture. "You have the most beautiful ass in town. Here's what I would love to do to it if I could ever catch you with your panties off. Don't be scared by this note. I'm not a…" Here the word "screwball" had been crossed out and replaced by the word "nut". Then the note continued, "I would dearly love to pump my big prick up your ass like this."
The note was signed, "A Secret Admirer," and near the bottom was a postscript which said, "P.S. I bet you play with yourself when you get horny, don't you?"
Maisie re-read the note quickly and then called the manager on the phone. She complained loudly and hurriedly, telling him everything except the note's contents. She was too embarrassed to repeat that. She told him he should have a guard in the apartment building and that no girl could feel safe with such things happening. He listened patiently and then told her he'd look into it.
"Look into it!" she fumed. "Don't you realize the things that could happen to a girl if a man like that ever…"
"You're right, honey," he agreed. "I'll see about getting a guard for the place."
Then he quickly hung up before she could pose another suggestion. He certainly did realize the things that could happen to a girl – especially to a little cutie like Miss Cummings. He not only realized the things that could happen… he would like to be the one to make them happen to her.
His wife yelled to see who it was.
"Just Miss Loony again. Now she's seeing things… thinks some Romeo stuck a note under her door. At least that's what she'd have me believe," he said.
Maisie had recovered from the shock of reading the note and was concerning herself with more important things. She was on the phone talking to a girl friend from the office.
"I don't know, blind dates can be a real drag sometimes," she was saying. "Thanks but no thanks."
But then she was saying, "Really? A musician? One of those freaky long hairs?"
Five minutes later she was getting ready for her blind date. Maisie hadn't made up her mind whether she liked men who wore their hair long or not. Sometimes she thought they were creeps and sometimes they attracted her. She hadn't really known any very well. But she did like to experiment. Tonight would be the night, she decided, to find out how she liked one of them. When he rang the bell, she opened the door and found that he had hair very nearly longer than hers. Except for the strange haircut Mike was good-looking.
And the way he looked at her assured her that he thought she was quite attractive herself. They went to a movie and before they had been there half an hour they found themselves paying much more attention to where each other's hands were than to the film. It was not that Mike was bothering her by his boldness. On the contrary, she was aroused by his actions and completely willing to proceed further.
Once when he touched her breast she purposely pressed forward so he would be sure to get a good feel. And when he laid his heavy hand on her lap and began stroking her thighs, she surprised and pleased him by setting her purse on it so he could let his fingers roam in her lap without anyone seeing.
That did it.
He leaned over and put his mouth to her ear. "Hey, Maisie," he said, "you want to leave this place as bad as I do, don't you?"
"I won't lie," she seductively answered. She was so interested in being alone with Mike that she offered to entertain him at her place but he declined.
"My place is closer," he whispered, grinning.
She smiled and nodded her head in approval. The way she was feeling, time was important. Why waste it? They sped through the streets and parked in the basement of the hotel where Mike's rock group was staying. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind them they fell into each other's arms and stayed locked together mouth to mouth, his hands caressing her thrusting breasts through her thin blouse, until the doors flew open on the tenth floor.
"It's a two-bedroom suite but don't worry. My buddy Sam is zonked out of his mind in his bedroom. I have a separate one," he explained to Maisie, who was growing more excited by the minute.
He ushered her into the room, a well-appointed place with a king-size bed, and took off his belt. He turned to her in the middle of the floor and gazed at the way her appealing figure was bursting from her clothes. All she wore on top was a white, scoop-necked peasant blouse with no bra. Below she wore a micro skirt that gave a view of her trim, shapely legs all the way to a point only a few inches below where they joined together. Her legs were bare, showing off her mellow tan, and the thought of slipping her underpants down them immediately occupied his mind. She looked fantastic for a blind date, he thought. He finished loosening his wide leather belt and threw it into a chair.
"No games between us, okay?" he suggested. "You're too groovy a chick for me to hassle with."
"No games," she quietly agreed.
"Lemme see 'em then, honey," he said, his eyes boring into the deep cleavage of her low-cut blouse. "Strip down your top and let me eyeball those fine jugs of yours."
She hesitated only briefly. It was a different approach than she was used to, but she could adapt herself quickly. His directness excited her and made her want to cooperate.
"Okay, Mike," she said with a slow smile. "But while I'm doing it, why don't you take your pants off? I've been noticing a big lump under there that I'm real curious to see."
She slowly drew down the top of the blouse, loosening the drawstring as she went, and he watched eagerly as more and more of her smooth, swelling breasts came into view.
"Right on!" he exclaimed, gladly lowering his pants. "I knew you were a groovy chick."
He kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants completely before she had her blouse down to her nipples. The sight of the curvaceous brunette making herself naked right in front of him stirred his blood. He could tell by the expression on her pouting lips that she liked seeing him naked too. He jerked his jockey shorts down and exposed a stiff, red member with a shiny head that pulsed and bobbed when he moved.
"Looks like I'm a little behind you," she said in a soft voice, then drew her blouse below the dark tips of her nipples. "I'll have to catch up fast."
Now Mike could feast his eyes on the entire naked surface of her swelling mounds. He watched fascinated as she breathed and the lovely pair went in and out. He had seen plenty that were larger before, but Maisie's were so firm and well-shaped that he was very stimulated by them.
"All the way off, baby," he said.
She stripped the blouse from her tanned torso and tossed it aside, revealing a trim, slender stomach that was flat as a rail. Mike's blood pressure rose.
"Don't stop there," he urged.
"You said 'no games between us', right?" she said. "We say what we mean? Then what if I tell you I need a little help. I'd like you to do the rest."
"You're on!" he exclaimed, and for the first time inside the room he approached her and touched her. His penis stood out hard and pink as his eager hands fumbled with the waistband on her skirt. She giggled at his awkwardness with her clothes. Seeing his hard member so naked and close made her want more of his clothes off. She unbuttoned his shirt while he finished with her skirt and had him completely naked before he had her skirt loose and sliding down her legs.
She stepped quickly out of it and he saw her firm breasts jiggle as she moved. All she wore now was a pair of wispy orange panties that barely managed to cover her pubic mound. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and for the first time felt the wonderfully smooth surface of her tanned skin. Before it had only been through her clothes, but now he was at last in contact with the girl's foil nakedness. He playfully ran his fingers around to the front of the skimpy panties and pulled the top a couple of inches away from her stomach.
"What a sweet-looking cunt," he said. "It must be awfully lonesome down there in your panties with nothing else in there with it. I'm gonna fix that."
She let him drop his fingers nearly to her hairs before she stepped back from him. Then she put her own fingers in the waistband and stood with her hips thrust sideways like a cowboy, with all of her weight on one foot.
Mike was momentarily irked.
"Hey, baby," he said, "I thought you said you needed some help getting out of the rest of your threads."
"First I want to tell you something, Mike," she began, but things were going much too slowly for him.
He stepped forward and drew her nearly naked body against his. She felt his potent member jab her warm thigh and bounce off, then his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her. The fullness of his lips covered hers and his tongue lavishly caressed the pouting center of her own red luscious lips. He hugged her tight and when he felt the sweet pressure of her pneumatic breasts on his hairy chest he pushed her backwards and tried to lay her on the big bed. She squirmed from his grasp and shook her hands in the air.
"Hold on, Mike," she said. "You don't understand. I'm not copping out on you. I want us naked under those covers together just as bad as you do. All I wanted to tell you – before you got so hot you couldn't wait – is that I dig doing strange things in bed. You'll think I'm kinda weird, maybe, but I just wanted to get it out in the open before we start getting it on with each other. I don't usually tell a guy about it beforehand like this, but I thought you were cool enough that I could rap about it first."
That slowed him down. He looked at her with a mixture of puzzlement and a dawning new interest.
"Okay," he said, impressed by her straightforwardness. "That's cool. What is it you groove on? You mean you're a whip freak, or a chick that digs being chained up? Something like that? Tell me, baby, and if it sounds like fun we'll do it."
"No," she said, shaking her head, "nothing that far out. I just like being fucked in the ass, that's all. But I mean I'm really into that scene and need it bad. Know what I mean? I like it better than taking it up my pussy."
He didn't seem especially interested in her anal fetish, she noted with disappointment, but at least he wasn't completely down on the idea.
He was staring down at her saucy breasts as he spoke, giving the impression that he'd agree to anything as long as he could get his hands on her naked body as soon as possible.
"I could dig that, honey," he told her, "after we do some real balling first. Sure. Soon as I get through with socking it to you in front, then we'll…"
"No," she stopped him, "you don't dig what I'm saying, Mike. I want it all up my ass. From the beginning. I groove on that scene so much I don't want to waste any of this up my pussy."
She stepped back within reach of him and placed her hand on his jutting organ for emphasis. It was the first time he had got to feel her in direct contact with the seat of his passion and the touch teasingly reminded him of what was to come.
"Wow," he exclaimed, disappointed. "You mean you don't even want me to have any of this sweet cunt of yours at all?"
"You said 'no games', remember? I'm being honest with you, Mike. You turn me on like crazy, but I'd be lying if I said I'd dig the regular way. Listen, I've only had it once in my life there – and that was just because I was raped."
A light was dawning in Mike's eyes. "Good… you aren't cherry then, huh? I was beginning to think you'd never had a cock up your cunt. Listen, love, why not do both then? You could dig letting me fuck your cunt as long as you were getting what you needed up your ass at the same time, couldn't you?"
Maisie scoffed. "Well yes, that would be a groove – if it were possible to do it." She laughed at his suggestion. "Where's your other prick, though, you big dummy?"
Mike grinned evilly. "Don't laugh, baby. If that's what it takes for me to get my cock in your cunt, then I'll make it happen."
He turned toward the door and yelled, "Sam! Wake up. Wake up and get your ass in here. I've got a surprise for you!"