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“Can we go swimming?” Maggie asked.

“There’ll be lots of mosquitoes,” I warned.

“Let’s see.”

We hurried down the steps to the dock, there were a few circling around and bouncing off my head by the time we got to the foot of the dock. Then we ran to the end and jumped.

I knew the water was cold but I was really surprised when I came up. Maggie shrieked and laughed.

“Oh FUCK its cold!” she yelled.

I swam over to her, then stood up on the rocky bottom. It was too deep for her to stand. I put my arms around her and she wrapped her legs around my torso and arms around my neck.

“Yeah,” there was a shiver in my voice, “it never really warms up—the lakes too deep.”

She kissed me, again pushing her tongue into my mouth. I’m afraid that things were so chilled and shriveled that my cock didn’t budge. Then she let go and swam away from me, and away from the dock. I followed. After going only a few yards we stopped and treaded water.

“It’s too deep here for me to stand,” I said.

Maggie took a deep breath, then disappeared. A couple of seconds later she broke the surface just where she had divided. “It’s really dark down there,” she said. Then she started a crawl back toward the dock.

We climbed out and sat on the end, I put my arm around her, my cock and balls were shriveled up to baby size. “You really don’t mind being cold, do you?” (I was freezing my ass off.)

“We’ll get warm inside,” she said.

It took a couple of minutes but then the mosquitoes found us. I slapped one that started biting my back, more were buzzing my ears. Maggie jumped up and started running to the cabin—I followed.

We had to dry off and comb out our hair. When I came out she was kneeling on the sofa. “Can we sleep out here?” she asked.

“Sure, help me fold out the bed.”

That night, in the moonlight, she kneeled between my knees and sucked me until I was close. Then, when I lifted her head, she stood and walked, straddling me, then began to squat down over my cock.

“No honey, move up here,” I said.

She didn’t get my meaning. By now she was on her knees, across my hips. I pulled on her ass, urging her forward and she had moved up onto my chest before she realized what I wanted. I pulled the pillow out from under my head and she scooted forward, nestling her crotch in my mouth.

She kneeled, her hands on the back of the sleeper-sofa, as I licked and sucked her pussy. A couple of times she pressed so hard down into my face that I couldn’t breathe. I could see up along her stomach and chest, she threw her head back as she came, then looked down at me, her face now in the dark shadow of her hair. I pushed her up so I could talk.

“Turn around,” I said.

“What?”

“Turn around so we can…”

She started to giggle. “Ricky…that’s…weird…”

“It’s called ‘69’.”

She climbed off of me, then settled back down. Just as I made my first tentative lick along her I felt her mouth on my cock head.

I’m afraid that I wasn’t able to hold it until she came this time. Somehow, this way the angles were right and my cock fit perfectly in her mouth. She pulled back a couple of times when I pushed too far in (I’d have to talk to her about deep-throat later) but she was really just too great. Her stomach and chest were warm down my torso, her hair, still wet, was cool on my hips and thighs. After only a few minutes I couldn’t hold it any longer and started cumming in her mouth.

When my first shot erupted in her mouth she stopped moving, except that she started to suck real hard. I felt her lips massaging as more of my cum filled her mouth. Then she swallowed and I came more as she sort of chewed my dickhead with her lips.

I had my hands on her hips, all I could do was hold her hips as I humped up into her face. I shivered and grunted as the last of my load pumped into her mouth. When I relaxed back, sinking down, she took as much of my cock as she could and held it there, moving her tongue back and forth in her mouth.

“Oh fuck, honey, that was awesome,” I croaked.

She let go and I felt her move as she turned her head. “You liked that, huh?”

She rolled to the side off of me, then sat up.

I sat up too and kissed her, then pulled her down on top of me.

“That was kind of gross,” she said.

“You didn’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that,” she said, putting a finger on my lips. “It’s just, well,…I don’t know…”

I laughed and pulled her against me again, kissing her deeply. Then she got up.

“I want a drink of water.”

We got up again and, this time, lounged around the cabin for about an hour. I had a book I was reading so, for a while, I read ‘A Hitch-Hiker’s Guide’ to her. I had to explain everything that had happened in the first 42 pages.

Problem was, after she had had a drink, and I got us some more ice cream, I was sitting up on the sleeper-sofa and she was in a chair across from it. While we both laughed at the book, she was quite a distraction—especially when she slouched down and spread her legs, obviously showing off.

As she sat there she reached down and absentmindedly scratched the inside of her thigh, then ran her hand up and down. I stopped reading as I watched her.

She looked up. “Why’d you stop?”

“I’m looking at you—you are absolutely sexy.”

“No I’m not,” she giggled.

“Yes you are,” I said. “Scootch down more and spread you legs wider.”

With a smile and a small giggle she did as I asked. Her pussy lips parted, showing her pink clit and her inner lips.

“Spread your lips apart.”

She smiled and bit her lip, then reached down with both hands and used her fingers to spread them. She lifted her feet off the floor some also. Her inner lips parted and the reddish-pink opening of her vagina came into view.

“There, how’s that?” she said with a sarcastic tone.

“Awesome,” I said. “Push your finger inside.”

She let go of her crotch and dropped her feet—a look of shock on her face. “What!”

“I want you to put your finger inside yourself.”

She looked at me with an incredulous expression. “Why?”

“Because it’s super sexy.”

Now she giggled. “How is that sexy?”

“Guys love to see girl’s do that, we just think it’s sexy.”

She got a thoughtful expression, looking into the distance, and ran her fingertips along her slit. Then, with fingers from one hand she spread her lips and moved her index finger from the other hand along the opening. She pushed at it but only her fingertip worked in. Then she slid even farther down in the seat and spread her legs further. She worked her fingertip in to the first knuckle.

“You need some lubrication, wet your finger with your mouth.”

She pulled her hand away and sniffed her finger. “This is really gross,” she said. Then she put her finger in her mouth and worked it in and out a couple of times. She pulled it out and, resetting her hips and legs with her thighs as far apart as they could go, she put her finger at the opening of her cunt. She stared at the ceiling and, spreading her lips, she pushed her finger deep inside herself.

She held still, looking up, then pulled it out. She brought her hand up and smelled her finger. It seemed she came back to Earth and looked up. “There, I did it.”

“Do you ever rub yourself?”

“Ricky,” she whined with an embarrassed tone, “that’s personal.”

“Then you do,” I said with a laugh.

Now she began to look annoyed. “I guess so. Why?”

“I want to watch you.”

Her eyes got big. “What?”

“I want to watch you rub yourself.”

“I can’t do that…not with you watching!”

“Sure you can, just close your eyes and imagine I’m not here.”

“Why do you want me to…I know, ‘Because it’s sexy’,” she rolled her eyes and shoulders.

“Well, it is. Do it for me…”

She looked at me with consternation. She breathed in. “Well, OK, if I have too,” she said with a huff.

“Just relax, close your eyes,” I said.

She inhaled, then huffed out again, as if she was being put upon. Then she put her hand on her mound and started to massage her sex. She closed her eyes and relaxed some but kept the tension in her face. She moved her hand up and down a few times, not probing in her slit but moving her whole vulva. Then her face started to relax.

She started to move her hand in a circle but then opened her eyes and stopped. She rolled her head toward me. “Ricky, I can’t do this…not with someone watching.”

“Sure you can,” I said in a calm voice. “Just close your eyes and think about what it feels like—imagine you’re in your room at home—under your covers.”

Again she closed her eyes and started massaging herself. This time she relaxed more and then started to breathe a little more strongly. She lifted her other arm across her chest, putting her hand on her opposite shoulder.

She began to push harder and her middle finger pressed between her lips, opening her some and directly stimulating her clitoris. Then she slowly changed from moving in a circle to moving up and down her slit as a strain began to spread across her body. Over the next minute she became more tense. She didn’t have her legs spread wide anymore, they were just far enough apart to allow her hand to work in her crotch. Slowly her face showed more concentration as the muscles in her thighs became ridged. She was breathing in time to her movements as she pushed her head back into the cushion. Her body shook a couple of times and jolts went through her. She squeezed her eyes closed and held her breath, shivering slightly. She lifted her hand.

Then she opened her eyes as she held still, it looked like she was a little disoriented, trying to figure out were she was. She smiled and looked down at me, now relaxed.

“Did you cum?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” she said, a little winded.

“See, it was easy,” I said.

She crossed her arms and nodded again. “That was nice.”

“Well, keep doing it,” I said.

Maggie looked up at the rafters, then back down at me as she moved her hand back to her sex. This time she pushed her finger between her lips and immediately started moving it rapidly up and down. She gradually closed her eyes and, again, she lost track of me and the room.

This time she had her other hand up on her shoulder, against her neck and I watched as she built. Her rubbing became more vigorous; she straightened her knees and started to rock her hips slightly. She spread her legs some as she pushed her heels into the floor and spread her toes. Again little jolts went through her and she made quiet grunting noises in her throat.

She opened her eyes for a moment, holding still, then started fingering herself again. This time she came again in just a few seconds, pointing her feet as her knees quivered and she held her breath, her eyes tightly closed, her lips pursed.

She let out her breath and opened her eyes. She shook her head as if trying to clear it, then looked at me.

“Auh,” she groaned. She rolled a bit to own side, then flopped her arms down by her sides. “I just can’t do it any more,” she said breathlessly. Then, “Oh God,” as I slid off the side of the bed, my aching hard cock in my hand.

She grunted, her eyes wide when I shoved inside her preteen pussy. I was amazed to see half my eight inches disappear into the tonsured sex. Maggie threw her arms over her head as my thrust pushed her into the chair, swaying her up and down.

“God, you don’t give up, do you?” she said.

I put my hands on hers, extending over her. “Not for a while,” I said.

She closed her eyes, rolling with my advances, her face relaxed.

I moved in and out of her like this for over a minute, my cum slow to build this time. Then I put my hands under her shoulders and pulled her toward me as I rocked back onto my heels. Now she was squatting, her thighs on mine, impaled on my dick, our chests clutched together. I put my hands on her ass and lifted, then lowered her light body on me as she helped with her arms around my neck. She leaned back and looked at me, then we kissed, first a peck but then a wet tongue stroking.

Her breath became stronger, she couldn’t keep kissing and she was blowing around my lips. Then a tremor went through her and she clung to me as she broke out into a sweat—cumming. I held her, not moving, until it had passed. She blew out.

My cock was still deep inside her, I was supporting most of her weight holding her butt. I lifted her off and gently rolled her to the side. “Here,” I said as I let her down, “get on your hands and knees.”

Her back shimmered with perspiration, her hair was in strings stuck to her shoulders. I pushed her legs apart with my knees as I got behind her. Her pussy was reddened and swollen, opened from my cock and gleaming with wetness. Above it, her bung hole was a slightly brown pucker. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, then pushed.

“Oh!” she exclaimed when I shoved half my cock inside her. She pushed back against me. “Don’t you ever stop?”

“Not yet,” I said. I wrapped my hands around her thighs and rocked my dick in and out of her.

Now I was getting along, watching her as I fucked her. At one point I reached around her and rubbed her nipples. She threw her head back and hissed, pushing back against me. I grabbed her hair with one hand, gently pulling her head up while I reached around with the other and fingered her slit.

“Oh fuck, I…I…Oh…” she moaned.

This put me to the brink and I grabbed her hips, shoving inside her and shot my second sperm deep in her preteen sex.

I pushed forward, too deep, hurting her, and she pulled away some, but I held her as I came. I held her like that for only a short time (it was my second round for the night) then we fell forward together, me laying on top of her, as we both caught our breath. I rolled to the side, pulling out. Her slit was full of my white goo. She crawled away from me and up onto the bed, laying down on her stomach, her face in a pillow.

“I can’t do anymore,” she said into the pillow.

I stumbled to my feet, cum still dripping out of my shrinking cock. “Don’t worry, neither can I.” I turned off the lights, then lay down with my shoulder on her back, my hand cradling her face. We kissed.

“You are absolutely incredible,” I said.

She giggled. “So are you,” she said in the dark.

A few minutes later I worked the covers over us and fell asleep.

I woke up in the dark. I had no way of knowing what time it was but, looking out the windows, there was some light in the sky across the lake so, thinking about it, I figured it must be around 4:30. I had a huge hard-on. I rolled against Maggie and pressed it against her butt crack, then rubbed up and down.

She whimpered some, then said, “Ricky,…I’m trying to sleep.”

I held still but my dick was still rock hard against her. I unconsciously humped against her again.

“OK,” she said and rolled over to face me. “But I’m too sore down there.”

She burrowed down under the covers I felt her hands, and then her mouth, on my dick. I was laying on my side, my feet mixed with her thighs and hips, as she sucked me. I petted the back of her head through the covers and, as my drive got more intense, I had to straighten my legs and push forward into her.

I grunted when I unloaded, I know I just shot a teaspoon or so of goo into her mouth and, when she climbed back up, giggling, she said, “Not much, I must have emptied you out.”

“Oh yeah,” I mumbled.

She rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, the light went on. I got up and stood, blinking, in the doorway as she filled, then drained two glasses of water.

“It sort of makes little balls in my mouth,” she said. Then she swished water around in her mouth and spat it out in the sink. She opened her mouth and ran a finger around on her tongue, then came out with a little white ball.

“See.” She playfully wiped it on my stomach.

“Oh, I need to pee,” she said as she danced to the toilet.

“Show me,” I said.

She giggled and spread her knees, leaning back on the seat. I watched as a stream of urine shot out from her lips and splashed down into the bowl. It ran for a few seconds, then petered out, A couple of small squirts and she was done. She took some toilet paper and wiped, then got up.

“My turn,” I said.

I stood over the commode and pissed into the yellowish, bubbly water. My stream pushed the paper around in the bowl. Maggie stood to the side and watched. When I was done I shook the last drops off, then flushed.

Without saying anything more we went back to bed, cuddled and kissed, then fell asleep again.

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