A few afternoons later in a wooded park Maisie found a spot and sat reading a book. She soon tired of that and, as often happened, her mind started concentrating on sex. She was entirely alone in a secluded part of the park, so there was hardly anyone around to tempt her passions – no one old or young, male or female, with a small or large penis. She began to conjure pictures of Sam and his big penis. Gee, she thought to herself, I really wish I could have seen more of him. That big rod of his up my ass really gave me a great climax.
She glanced over her shoulder to make sure she was still alone, then surreptitiously sneaked her hand underneath her skirt. At first she was content to simply fondle herself through the thin material of her underpants, but she kept thinking of Sam's big penis and finally it wasn't enough to just caress herself that way. She needed her fingers all the way in there where they could really do her good. She leaned back against a tree, yanked her panties down and began giving her roused genitals the action needed. She was getting herself nice and wet, and was just a little bit short of an orgasm when she heard a metallic clank nearby.
She raised her head and shuddered with fright and embarrassment. Not a hundred yards away stood a black man in a park custodian's uniform with his foot on a lawnmower and his exposed penis in his hand. She started to run but was afraid to and when the man saw her fear, he became afraid. He was afraid she would report him. He overcame his shame and ran to where Maisie sat. She had jerked her panties back up and yanked down her skirt, but was very shaky over having been discovered masturbating by a stranger. A black man, at that, and one who had been masturbating himself – with his hand on a truly large penis. That part stuck in her mind for some reason even though he had jammed it back into his pants like a shot. She had heard that black men had larger organs than others, but had dismissed the idea as an old wives' tale. From the looks of his, maybe it wasn't an old wives' tale after all!
He ran over to her and begged her not to tell on him or he would lose his job. He apologized abjectly and she began to feel sorry for him. He was about thirty-five and of medium height, otherwise very average appearing. After all, she had been masturbating when he happened to walk by and see her. What man wouldn't stop and take a nice long look at something like that? He was so nice that she began talking to him and started liking him. He was very frank about personal matters, which encouraged her to be likewise. At first she was scared he might try to rape her but he quickly dispelled that notion. He was a confirmed voyeur, he told her, and had been for years. Although he was able to have normal sex, his preference was to find someone undressing or having sex, then watch them unobserved while he masturbated to climax.
She found herself admitting to him her own hang-up, half hoping he would miraculously exhibit interest in anal sex. But he evidently was as indifferent to the idea as most other men she'd known. But she kept remembering the size of his penis and thinking how great it would be if…
Then Floyd, as he introduced himself to her, managed to ask the question that had been on his mind. Would she even consider, he wanted to know doing "a few sexy things" and letting him watch. She was flabbergasted at his gall and started to tell him oft. Then the wheels turned in her head. She was brief and to the point, telling Floyd she would consider what he asked – if he agreed to engage her in a bout of anal sex afterwards. He could see she really wanted to do it. Now it was his turn to hold the trump card, he realized.
What he really desired, he told Maisie, was to watch several people together doing sexy things… especially youngsters. He thought she might dash away from him after a confession like that. When she didn't bat an eye he was impressed. He'd do what she wanted him to with her, he promised, if she would walk over to a little patch of woods where some children played every day and get them to engage in sex play and nudity with her. She scoffed and said that would be impossible, but Floyd explained she was wrong.
"It'll be easy for you to get these kids started doing nasty things with each other," he said. "They'd be scared to death of me, an old custodian, so I can't do it. Besides, my thing is just looking. I wouldn't want to do anything with them – just watch you and them do it. The same bunch comes every day to play in that patch of woods over there," he said, pointing. "They're around twelve or thirteen, boys and girls both, and they're just dying to do things with each other. I hear them talking every day. They're always daring each other and fooling around. And a couple of the girls are real little teases, too, even if they don't quite know what they're doing."
"What makes you think I can influence them?" she asked. It was a wild scheme that Floyd had proposed but Maisie was extremely interested in getting his especially large penis up her rectum. If it were possible, she'd do it, she had already decided.
"Because you're young and pretty," he answered, "and just the right age. You're old enough to get them to do things you want them to, yet young enough not to scare them away. Come on, let's go over there before they come and I'll tell you what to do on the way. I know it'll work, I just know it will."
After they'd thoroughly discussed his plan, Maisie agreed to do it. He would remain out of sight at all times by climbing a big cedar tree and doing his thing as a voyeur from its thick cover.
I must be flipping out, Maisie told herself. I really must be going bug-fuck to agree to a hair-brained idea like this. But now that I know what he wants to see, I know I can do it. And I'm just crazy to have that big black cock up my ass.
And an extra benefit might develop for her in the form of one of the young boys Floyd had mentioned. If one was as cute as Kitty's cousin had been…
Fifteen minutes later, Floyd was safely ensconced in his hiding place and Maisie – she could still hardly believe she was doing it – was lying naked in the grass pretending to read her book. It was just minutes until they came, two boys and three girls just as Floyd had predicted. Maisie had her plan down pat and began at once to carry it out. She felt silly doing it but the thought of the stiff penis between her cheeks was enough to make her carry it out. She positioned herself on her back, carefully presenting her nakedness to the kids in a way that would appear natural.
They were almost upon her before they discovered her. They all giggled, the girls put their hands over their eyes and the boys turned their backs. Coolly and confidently, Maisie pretended she hadn't even noticed them. When one of the boys finally called out, "Oh lady!" she laid down her book and sat up. "Yes?" she answered, making no attempt to cover herself.
"You forgot your clothes!" came the reply, followed by hearty laughter by the boys and more tittering by the three girls.
"I can see your bush, lady," yelled the other boy, the louder of the pair.
"That ain't all either," one of the girls called out in a stage whisper. "Look at her boobs, Carol. She ain't wearing a bra or nothing and they're really whoppers."
"Bigger than yours, that's for sure, Margie," the other girl spitefully replied.
"So what?" asked the third young girl. "Heck, Carol, Margie's just thirteen. What do you expect, footballs? Just because yours are a little bigger than hers and mine you think you're shit on a stick."
The loud boy spoke up again. "Take your dresses down, girls," he suggested. "Terry and I will tell you who's got the biggest ones, won't we, Terry?"
But the other boy replied, "Keith, if you don't quite mouthing off that lady's gonna hear you and well get in big trouble."
It was the perfect place for her to begin her pitch, Maisie decided.
"Don't worry, kids, I won't tell on anybody for anything. How can I? The reason I'm here is to show you how to do things a lot worse than just talking loud. You don't have to be afraid of me because I'm naked, you know. The things I'm letting you see are the same things every girl has under her dress if you could only look."
"Come on, Terry," she called after there had been no answer from any of them, "you and Keith come closer and take a real good look. Let the girls argue about whose titties are the biggest."
The kids were dumbfounded. They all came scrambling to Maisie and asked who she was and what she was doing there.
"Just call me 'Teacher', since that's what I'm going to do with you kids," she replied.
"What do you mean?" asked Carol.
"Come on, kids," Maisie accused, "don't try to play innocent. You all come here every day and talk about things you'd like to do when you get older. You tease each other and think of doing dirty things, but none of you ever gets the nerve to do anything. Today's going to be different. I'm going to do things with you that you've been wanting to do but have been afraid to."
The kids looked around at each other with puzzled faces but none ran for home. They were all quite eager to participate.
"How come you're… you don't have any clothes on?" ventured Terry.
"Two reasons," replied Maisie. "One is that I'm getting a tan – see?" She stood up and displayed her mellow brown nakedness to the five kids. "And the other is that you can't do the things we're going to do with your clothes on."
"I'm not afraid," boasted loud-mouthed Keith.
"Good," said Maisie, "then come here and put your hand on my tit while I let your pants down."
A chorus of oh's and ah's rose from their throats. Keith's face turned red but he came. She saw from the nervous, excited look in his eyes that he'd probably never seen a naked girl before, much less touched one. When he was close enough, but still hesitating to reach out his hand, she grabbed his hand and slapped it on the smooth skin of her breast. Before he knew what hit him she was taking his pants down. She stripped his jockey shorts to his ankles. He was loving every minute of having his hand on her breast but he was ashamed to have his friends see him do it.
"Come on, everybody," Maisie encouraged. "Go ahead, girls, get your clothes off too. Keith and Terry are always wanting to see what you look like underneath. Let 'em see. You can see what they have in their pants now, can't you?"
She pointed to Keith's small penis. Terry, acting brave, took his off by himself. Even the girls started shedding their clothes. The air was filled with their blouses and skirts but none was farther than her underwear. Carol and Margie, a blonde and brunette about thirteen, were wearing bras. But Julie, the third young girl, wore no bra even though her adolescent breasts were a little larger than Margie's. When Maisie looked in her direction she stood tall and pooched her breasts out in front of her as far as they would go.
Maisie sat down on the grass and told them to gather around her. She kissed Terry on the mouth and made sure he got a good feel of her breast and legs. She put her arms around Julie and tweaked the young girl's pert breasts.
"See, boys, here's how they ought to look. Like Julie's here, with nothing over them," she said.
"Margie, you and Carol let the boys take your bras off, okay? Are you afraid to?" Maisie asked.
Both girls looked at each other and giggled. At the same time, both said, "I'm not if she's not," which only made them giggle more. The boys eagerly fell to the task. Soon all the kids were entirely naked except for the girls' panties. They all three seemed secretly proud to be showing off the treasures of their newly developed breasts, but they were more reluctant to part with their underpants. Maisie made their eyes bug out by slipping her hand into Julie's thin, yellow, tight fitting panties and clasping her fingers over the girl's pudendum. Then she stripped the skimpy article off over the youngster's slim legs and proceeded to insert her finger into her almost hairless vulva.
"Come on, Margie and Carol, off with yours, too. How can the boys play with your pussies when you got them all covered up like that? Have you ever had a boy play with you there? Look, see how Julie likes it when I do it to her?"
Julie's face was burning as she stood within the circle of Maisie's arms and allowed her young organs to be titillated, but the feeling was so pleasing to her that she couldn't keep a big smile from breaking out on her face. She was also enjoying the sensual pressure of Maisie's big breasts, which were flattened against her firm, straight back.
Carol proved to be a little devil. She was already letting Terry put his hands all over her groin and it was obvious she enjoyed the touch. But Margie was shyer. She stood with her legs slightly crossed at the knee and wouldn't let Keith touch her except above the waist. But very soon she began feeling so good from the touch of his fingers en her softly swelling young breasts that she at last allowed him to bestow the same intimate touch upon her that Maisie and Keith were administering to Julie and Carol. Now that the kids were getting all hot and bothered, she herded them together in a spot where she was certain Floyd could see them clearly from his tree hideaway.
She lay on her back and said, "Okay, kids, each one of you walk past me and spread your legs so I can see real good in your crotch."
They filed by and she handled each of their genitals for a few moments before telling the reason. "All right, kids, that was a little test. I just discovered from looking at your cocks and pussies that all five of you play with yourselves once in a while. And one or two of you do it a lot!"
They all looked at each other in embarrassment and wondered how in the world she could tell. Carol seemed especially worried. "Listen," she explained, "I… I used to do it a lot but I don't anymore. Really I don't!"
"That's okay," said Maisie, "I was just testing to see if anyone wasn't mature enough to attend the fucking class I'm about to give for you. But since every one of you plays with yourself sometimes, then it's time you all learned how to fuck."
"That's no big deal," crowed Keith. "I've known about that for a long time."
"Fine," said Maisie. "Then you can come hop on my pussy and show them how it's done."
He reddened. "You mean with you?" he asked. "I… I thought I could maybe do it with Carol or Margie."
"Nothing doing," said Maisie. "That's why I'm going to demonstrate it to the girls, so they won't have to lose their cherry to find out how to do it. They should get to keep their cherries as long as they want to without any of you boys busting it for them."
Julie was miffed because Keith hadn't mentioned her along with the other girls as possible sex partners.
"Just because I'm a year younger doesn't mean I'm a dummy," she spat out at him. "I bet Margie and Carol don't know how to very well either, but if they did I could fuck just as good as them."
Maisie liked Julie's spirit. "Forget him, honey," she said to her. "Come over here and stand astraddle of my head while I lie on my back. That's the way. Now when Keith gets in the saddle and starts fucking me, you lower your little bottom down and I'll give you a nice French job on that hot little twat of yours."
She did as she was told and Maisie looked up into the girl's clean, virginal crotch and thought how nice it was going to be to put her mouth there and let the youngster feel the wet tip of her tongue between the small lips of her vulva. She had Keith lie down on her stomach and immediately felt the warm, hard flesh of his adolescent penis poke her smooth skin.
Before she let him get underway she said, "Terry, you and the girls don't have to feel left out. I told you not to split any cherries but there's plenty more you three can do. You kids look real cute naked like that together… put some of that pretty equipment to work while you watch Julie and Keith and me."
She took hold of Julie's trim calves, which were positioned on both sides of her shoulders, and raised herself so she could see the other trio. "Lie down together in a little circle. That's the way, make all your heads point in the same direction. Now when you get the urge, Carol, stretch your head up between Terry's legs and take a nice mouthful of his cock. Then Terry can spread Margie's thighs and lick her pussy, and she can come up between your legs and give yon a nice mouth job at the same time. Dig?"
She lay back down with her face below Julie's naked organs and pulled Keith onto her stomach again. "Can you come yet?" she asked him. But Julie thought she was being addressed and started a hesitant answer.
"No, honey, not you," she said, "you probably don't know yet if you can or not. I'll take care of you and bring you off if you're hot enough to need it."
Keith said he could, so Maisie told him to go ahead and play with her genitals as much as he wanted to, then to stick his penis inside when it was nice and hard. She then turned her attention to the succulent, slightly damp organs of Julie.
"Ever had anybody do anything to this sweet little pussy of yours?" she asked the young girl.
Julie looked down at Maisie's face, directly below her widespread thighs, and said, "Well, once or twice I've had it fingered. But never anybody's mouth on it. Wow, I didn't know you could do stuff like that! It makes me feel kinda funny to think about it."
Maisie smiled at her. "Gets you a little hot, I'll bet, doesn't it? Does your pussy feel like it's running a temperature?"
"I guess," she shyly answered. "It sure does feel awful wet, I know that much."
"Go ahead and squat down toward my face then, honey. I think it's about time for me to lick some of that pussy juice off," Maisie told the girl. She could feel Keith's young fingers busily investigating her genitals and knew he would be entering her soon. Normally she wouldn't have allowed a boy inside her. But since she was to receive Floyd the custodian's large penis up her rear after she was through with the kids, she didn't mind. She glanced over and looked at the trio lying in a circle beside her and saw that all three kids were already engaged in applying their mouths to each other's organs. Just as she turned her attention back to Julie's slowly lowering crotch and was about to press her mouth against the girl's red, glistening vulva, she was very rudely interrupted.
Floyd, whose presence above them in the tree she had all but forgotten, came hurtling down through the branches and fell with a noisy crash not three feet away. His feet were still bicycling in the air when his shoulders hit the ground and his mouth was wide open in a terrorized scream. It didn't surprise her that the kids were frightened out of their wits – she had even known he was up there and she was scared too.
What did surprise her was the speed with which the kids left the area. All she could really remember, looking back, was a herd of churning, skinny legs and a mad flutter of clothes. They had no idea who Floyd was or where he had come from, and they weren't sticking around to find out. When she looked up all she saw was dust in the air and a pair of yellow panties hanging on a bush. She never saw the kids again.
"Floyd," she sputtered, "wh – what's going on? Are you hurt? What happened, anyway?"
He was lying on his back with a dejected look on his face. A thick bush had broken his fall, and his arms were sticking out its branches like a scarecrow.
"No, I ain't hurt," he said. "At least not the way you mean. The only thing that's hurt is my pride."
He stared shamefacedly down at his shirt front and Maisie saw that a white, thick fluid was sticking to it. It suddenly came to her what had happened. She couldn't help laughing.
"Ha ha," she chortled. "You mean you were…"
"The stuff you and those kids were doing down here got me so damned hot I forgot what my name was," he moaned, interrupting her in mid-sentence. "Much less that I was sitting on a fuckin' tree limb. One minute I was beatin' my meat and the next minute I was fly in' through the air."
He started to get up and yelled in pain. His back [missing text].
Damn it, she thought, there goes my nice ass job that he was going to give me. Oh well, the poor bastard has enough trouble. I'll just skip it.
On her way to her car she stopped by a custodial headquarters and reported that one of their employees had suffered an accident. An hour later Maisie walked around a corner in the hallway and ran smack into Darrell the janitor. He was carrying a suitcase and a small tool kit, which fell to the floor and scattered things all over. Maisie apologized and was helping him pick things up when a sheet of paper galvanized her attention. It was a half-written note. And it was just like the one that had been shoved under her door!
Darrell hung his head and spoke in a low voice. "Go ahead," he said, "go ahead and call the cops. I admit I put that other one in your apartment. I guess you must think I'm a real creep."
Maisie was recalling the note he had left earlier that month, the picture as well as the printed message. It wasn't the crudity of the message she was thinking of, but the contents! All those references to anal sex! Could it be that…
"I'll tell you the truth, though. I just can't help it. I… I've just never been able to really enjoy sex any other way. The only thing that turns me on is – stuff like I put in that dirty note. I don't know what came over ma I guess I must have known that anything like that would completely revolt a nice girl like you. Somehow I just had to tell you about it, though, even if you didn't know who wrote the note."
She started getting up off the floor and as she rose, she realized that Darrell's eyes were stuck on her posterior like a magnet. He was trying his best to camouflage his interest but it was impossible to do. Maisie felt a warmth grow inside her. She always had thought the guy was good-looking. And now…
"That's why I'm leaving," he confided. "That's why I had my suitcase with me."
Maisie's eyes widened, "You mean because of me?"
"Listen," he said, "I can't stand to see you walk around these halls any more. Every time I see you walk I get a hard-on that won't quit, and that's the damned truth. I know you'll probably slap my face for saying that, but I just have to tell you."
His hot gaze was making her stomach flutter. He was still sitting on the floor and she knew he could see up her skirt a little way. At first she was facing him, but as she gradually turned while he went on talking he followed her by scooting himself sideways. He was trying to maintain the view he had up her skirt, she realized. But not up the front of her skirt, where guys usually tried to look – Darrell was breaking his neck to see up the back of her skirt. The guy must be for real, she happily realized. He really did have a thing for girls' rears!
She walked straight to her room, swinging her buttocks as she moved. Darrell was following her like a robot. He was still talking but she had lost all track of what he was saying and it seemed like he didn't have the slightest idea himself. She saw a long lump in his pants that moved with his leg as he walked. His eyes were glazed. Behind them, in the hall, lay the suitcase and all the spilled tools. They were long since forgotten. She unlocked her door and entered her apartment. He was still right behind her and his eyes were zeroed in on her marvelously rounded buttocks.
She turned to him. "Darrell, you quit your job, so you don't have to be at work tomorrow, right?"
He nodded dumbly. Now he was licking his lips.
She looked into his eyes and saw him seething with desire. She wouldn't have had it any other way. There was no mistaking their common interest now, and she was determined to make the most of it.
"You know we're going to sleep together tonight, don't you, Darrell? And you know what I need from you, don't you?" she asked, as if in a dream.
He knew now, too, but he was so overcome with desire to act on their mutual craving that he didn't even want to talk.
"I'm taking all week off from work next week, Darrell. My vacation time. I've just decided I want to use it up with you. And we'll have our food sent up," Maisie continued.
Finally she stopped and looked at him from under half-closed eyelids. "What would you say if I told you I'm getting terribly hot under my skirt, and that I have to take it off? Now?"
His smile was all the answer she needed. She kicked off her shoes and raised her skirt, playfully teasing him. But Maisie didn't do it like most girls would have done. Because she hoisted the back part of her skirt. He grinned broadly in appreciation. An understanding passed between their eyes, and they both knew they were embarking on a beautiful relationship.
Then Darrell saw Maisie's eyes on his pants and knew what she must be looking at. He had been feeling the pressure for a long time now, and he was sure that the lump in his pants must appear awfully hard to her warm eyes. As hard… well, as hard as a screwdriver. He knew exactly what he was going to do with it.