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After that we went in and got dressed. Maggie came down to the dock and helped me lift the canoe out, then winch the pontoon boat up on some boards my dad had laying on the shore. It made it easy to get the boat out if the lake was going to freeze, or if storms were coming.

The sky was getting dark and the wind had just shifted when we made it back to the house. Donna was sitting at the table with a couple of toaster waffles in front of her.

“How are you?” I asked.

“I feel like shit and I’ve got my curse,” she said.

I avoided saying ‘sucks to be you.’ Instead I said, “I’m sorry—you had a bit of a rough night.”

“Fuck.”

“Well, eat something, you’ll get over it,” I told her.

Grandma came in from her room. “Clair is coming over this afternoon, and she’ll be spending a couple of nights. She has to work over the weekend, so she’s taking Wednesday and Thursday off.”

“OK,” I said. “It’ll be nice to see her.”

“Who’s Clair?” Maggie asked.

I looked at Grandma, figuring she’d best explain.

“Clair’s a special friend of mine. She lives in Grand Rapids most of the week, she’s a realtor. But she comes here on weekends or whenever she can get away.”

“OK,” Maggie said.

The worst of the storm had passed by afternoon when Clair arrived. She came into the cabin and Grandma jumped up and hugged and kissed her—a bit more than a friendly kiss.

“Clair, you know Ricky and Donna but you’ve never met my littlest grandchild. This is Maggie,” she said.

“Hello dear, nice to meet you,” Clair said. Then to Grandma, “Kind of crowded here.”

“Maggie and Donna are in the extra room and Rick is sleeping on the couch.”

“OK,” Clair said.

Because the rain had passed, I talked Maggie into going for a paddle in the canoe while the older women (Donna included) chatted.

Once we were out on the water, Maggie turned around in her seat and looked at me. “With Clair here, do I have to stay in with Donna?” she asked.

“I think it’ll be OK if they find you with me in the morning—we’ll just have to be quiet if we do anything,” I said with a smile.

“Where’s Clair going to sleep?”

“With Grandma…they’re lovers, don’t you know.”

I watched the wheels go around in her head as she figured out what I meant. “Oh, Grandma’s gay?!”

“Yes. She doesn’t hide it, but she doesn’t make a big thing about it either.”

“Oh,” she said.

When we got back in, Grandma said that they were planning a shopping trip into Duluth. It would be pretty crowded in the car, and, anyway, I wasn’t too interested so I said I’d stay.

“Can I stay here too?” Maggie asked when she heard I wasn’t going.

A few minutes later they left in Clair’s Lincoln, leaving us behind.

As soon as they had left, Maggie looked up at me. “We really can’t do anything tonight with her here, can we?”

“Well, we’d just have to be quiet.” I took the hint and walked over to her and picked her up. “But we’re alone now.”

She giggled when I carried her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Then I jumped onto the bed over her, on my hands and knees. “We don’t have to worry about anyone for a while.”

“So, what do you want to do?”

I straightened up and pulled my shirt off over my head. “I want to get naked with you.”

Maggie was wearing jeans and a long sleeve pullover. She grabbed at the cuffs of the shirt and pulled her arms inside the shirt, then worked it up over her shoulders. She sat up and pulled the bundle off over her head, shaking her hair out. I slid off the end of the bed and started undoing my pants while she lifted her hips up and pulled her jeans and panties down over her knees. Then she worked them over her feet and dropped them off the side of the bed. She flopped back, her head on the pillows, then spread her legs, her knees straight, her arms out to the side.

I’ve never seen a sexier thing than that one shot of my nine year old cousin spread out on a bed like that, except for the next moment when she crooked her finger gesturing ‘come here.’

I haven’t really described Maggie well, except to say she had medium-long length brown hair and was just a little bit heavy. Her hair was straight but nice and thick. She had bangs that went right across her forehead, at her eyebrows, wide set brown eyes, high, round cheeks, a small nose and full lips. Her face was kind of squarish, you’d never call her gorgeous but she was pleasant looking.

She was solidly built, with strong shoulders and arms, maybe a little over weight; at least you couldn’t see her ribs. Still, there weren’t any rolls of fat either. Her complexion gave her skin an even, light beige, tint. She didn’t have any tan lines.

At nine she was still completely a girl, no boobs, just penny size areolas with be-be nipples, fairly straight lines, but a bit of flare to her hips, she would grow up to be ‘voluptuous.’ Her thighs were full and strong, nicely rounded where they met, and a simply awesome pussy. Her crack was long and deep with soft fleshy lips, not much of a rise and an incredibly sexy dimple at the top. It completely enclosed the structures underneath; no clit hood was revealed until you pulled the soft and warm ridges apart.

I climbed back onto the bed, again on my hands and knees over her and she reached up, putting her arms around my neck, and pulled me down for an incredible kiss. Her large mouth and thick lips were just made for kissing, and I think she had to have been born with a natural talent. Our tongues danced between the soft and warm meeting of our lips. Her arms, one around my neck, the other around my shoulders, were warm and comfortable—a lovely hug.

I lifted up and we both laughed. “You’re an awesome kisser, where’d you learn?” I asked.

She giggled and blushed. “I don’t know…I haven’t had any practice, y’know.”

I leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips. “Then, with practice, you’ll become world class.” Over the years I’ve wondered if her husband realizes what a great kisser she is. Of course, it’s not the sort of thing guys talk about (“Ya know, your wife is an awesome kisser—she gives good head too”)

We went at it again, this time I lay down on her, careful to support my weight on my elbows. Her legs were spread and I nestled with her thighs just above my hips. Her chest and stomach were warm and soft against me. I put my hands on either side of her head, holding her face as I kissed her. She squirmed warmly beneath me, pushing her pussy against my belly, wrapping her legs over my ass.

My cock was rock hard against the mattress and I knew that if I rubbed it against the sheets I’d just spuge on them—I had to cool down. I lifted up, breaking our hug but getting my dick away from the stimulation of rubbing between my belly and the bed. I kissed her chin, then her right collarbone. She giggled and held my head when I kissed her right nipple, squirming against me. She drew in her breath sharply when I sucked on her left.

I lifted up on my hands and knees, then shuffled down.

“Oh God,” she said when she realized where I was going. She started humping her pussy before I even lowered my mouth to it.

She was already covered with a sheen of perspiration, there were some beads of sweat on her lips, as I ran my tongue along her slit. The tip slid easily along it with her moisture and, with each stroke I worked a little deeper until I could feel the folds of her inner lips and the firm ridge made by her clit and hood.

She pulled her legs up, her hands around the front, just below her knees, and looked down at me as I pushed my tongue into the opening of her vagina. I worked my hands up and, with my thumbs, pulled the lips apart, I could see up inside her, her fleshy cherry almost closed off her womb except for a small opening at the middle.

I leaned forward and pressed the tip of my tongue against her clit, then started circling it. She slowly sank down, relaxing.

No hair, no stubble, just smooth, silky pussy lips—and almost no smell. Going down on this preteen poontang was pure pleasure. Maggie had, by now, let her head fall back and her feet sink down onto my shoulders.

I looked up at her, her eyes were half closed, her mouth open.

“Lay you legs across my back,” I said.

This she did and I went back to sucking her lovely snatch. She was humping into my face and began to moan with my tongue strokes. I had my hands out above me, laying out on the bed, up by her sides. I started stroking her nipples with my thumbs while I ate her snatch. They had risen up into rounded little domes.

She was squirming under me, pushing her hips up and moving them from side to side as she built. There was more moisture in her slit and I could feel her thighs getting more sweaty as she moved higher. It wasn’t long before she growled and, grabbing my head and holding my face in her crotch, she pushed her head back into the pillow while digging her heels into my back, lifting her body against me.

She grunted and shuddered three times, with each wave arching her back and thrusting her hips against me, before she lowered back down, panting, and pushed my head away.

I looked up at her with a smile. “Like that?”

She shook her head. “Oh God, I can’t believe…”

I worked my arms back and got up on my elbows, between her splayed thighs. Her pussy was pulled completely open and shined with moisture.

I worked one of my arms into the middle and ran my fingertip along her slit.

“Oh Ricky, I think….” she was cut short as I pushed my finger inside her.

I guess her hymen simply stretched as I easily pushed almost my whole finger up inside her. She caught her breath, her eyes wide open, looking at the rafters in the ceiling.

“Does that hurt?” I asked.

“No,” she said in a small voice.

I started to finger fuck her and, again, she started to hump against me.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she said when I started rubbing her clit with my thumb. Then she started rubbing her nipples herself. She giggled and stopped when she realized what she was doing.

“Don’t stop, that’s sexy as hell,” I said.

She looked at me with wide eyes, but went back to slowly rubbing her nubs.

After a little while she was again panting. I pulled my hand back slightly and then pushed a second finger inside her. Then, when I leaned down and licked her clit she exploded, violently bucking and kicking as another orgasm roared through her. I had to move my head, shoulders and hand up and down with her hips as she rocked and moaned. She was pinching her erect little nipples and she flushed pink all over as sweat ran down over her sides and down her neck.

When she settled down I looked up at her. Her eyes got big and a scared expression came across her face.

“Ricky,…”

I looked down, there was blood on my hand. More was in the creases and folds of her pussy and there was a red smear on her lips.

“Oh,…” I rolled off of her, then found my undershorts and started gently cleaning her.

“Ricky, your face.”

“Oh crap,…” I laughed. I got up and ran to the bathroom. Sure enough, there was blood smeared on my chin, even a couple of little clots between my teeth. I quickly washed my face and rubbed my teeth, then went back.

Maggie was still sitting on the bed, knees up. She wiped herself with my shorts, then looked at them.

“I’ve stopped now,” she said, then she looked up at me. “I’m sorry.”

I crawled onto the bed and kissed her. “What are you sorry about? I’m the one who did it.”

“It’s OK,” she said. “Mommy warned me that it would happen if I ever did this. She said she did it when she was little with the leg of her Barbie Doll.”

I was somewhat incredulous. “What? Your mother told you that?”

“Yeah, she said not to be scared if I did that.”

“Wow,” I said, more to myself then to her.

Next she reached up and turned my head, leaning up and she kissed me. “It’s OK, it’ll only happen once.” She kissed me again; there was a tear in her eye. She put her hand in her crotch and rubbed it. “I’m a little sore now,” she said.

I lay down on my back next to her. “Still, I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“Oh,” she said with a smile as she lay down on my chest, “you didn’t hurt me, not at all…” Next she shoved her tongue into my mouth.

I got real hard, real fast when she wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking me. Meanwhile, she continued to kiss me with force. After a minute or so she broke the kiss and knelt next to me, using two hands to stroke my enraged cock.

I could see her thinking. I put my hand on the back of her neck and just pushed a little. She looked at me with a deliberative expression, then leaned down. I stared up at the rafters as I felt her mouth close over my cock head.

“Oh fuck, that’s wonderful,” I said. I stroked her cheek as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth.

She could get the head and, maybe an inch of the shaft in her mouth, I wasn’t going to try to get a nine year old to deep throat me. She sucked gently as I felt the slight roughness of her tongue and teeth gently scraping me. She took me out of her mouth and looked at me.

“It’s really too big,” she said. Then she looked down at my cock, then shuffled around, climbing over my leg and kneeling between my thighs. This time when she took me in her mouth the feeling was even more awesome.

She bobbed and stroked with both hands as the pressure really started to build. Occasionally she made little burping sounds when she sucked too hard and a few times she stopped while she caught her breath. Her hair was cool on my thighs and hips; I bent my knees slightly and spread my legs more, putting my thighs over her knees.

The pressure was becoming too great to control and I started to hump up into her face. I reached down and touched her cheek.

“Fuck, that’s so good honey—I’m, I’m about too…”

She stopped and looked up at me. Her eyes were half open. “You can…if you want.” Then she leaned back down.

It was probably after just three more strokes that my cum just started to flow. I wasn’t jamming and shooting, my prostrate was just shivering and I could feel a constant stream of sperm rushing up my cock in into her mouth.

Maggie closed her eyes really tight as I filled her mouth with sperm. I felt her swallow a couple of times but still a sheet of white slime pushed out from her lips and ran down my cock and over her hands. I shuttered and shivered as the last of an enormous load of semen emptied into her face, then I relaxed back, panting.

Maggie lifted up and looked at me. There was cum running down her chin, a big drop was stringing down off of it, stretching down to plop on her stomach and thighs. She worked her mouth and tongue and I saw it full of my creme, bubbles of cum around her lips and teeth. Then she reached up and ran her hand over her chin, wiping it off. She squinted and looked to the side, eyes closed, as she swallowed, then smiled at me. She wiped her hand on my thigh.

“How was that?” she asked.

“That was the most awesome thing…” I panted.

She laughed, then moved foreword, laying on top of me. Her mouth tasted of my sperm when we kissed. I rolled her to the side and we cuddled, my cock laying on her thigh, leaking the last entrails of goo to run down the back.

We lay cuddled together for several minutes, then she got up and left the room, going to the bathroom I supposed. She was there for several minutes and I began to miss her, so I went searching. I found her sitting on the deck in the sun, during our love making the clouds had cleared out. The air was a little cool but the sun was intense in the clear skies after the passing cold front. She was facing it, her legs spread. There were a few flecks of dried blood in her folds.

“The sun feels good,” she said.

“It looks pretty good too,” I replied.

She giggled. Then, “What time will Grammie be here?”

“Not for another couple of hours,” I said. “How ‘bout if I spread a blanket out here and we can lay out together?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

We both fell asleep in the warm sun. Only occasionally a puff of cool air would pass over us. We woke up when we heard the crunch of car tires on the gravel of the driveway. We ran for our clothes and I was sitting in the living room when they came in—Maggie came out of the bedroom a few seconds later.

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