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The next two and a half days were spent in a complete sexual frenzy. If anyone had ever told me that a nine year old could be such a sex fiend, I would have laughed. I spent the time with a constant case of lover’s nuts. If I wasn’t fucking, blowing, or being blown by Maggie, she was trying to fuck, blow, or get blown by me.

For the whole of the next morning neither of us put on clothes. As long as we didn’t go right down to the lake, or out the road, we were pretty hidden. I made us breakfast, then we fucked on the sofa bed, I did the dishes, then she sucked me to hardness and I fucked her on the kitchen table.

That was really memorable. She was laid out across the table, her pussy at just the right height for me standing. I was able to watch my cock sliding in and out of her preteen pussy, her stiff clit rocking back and forth on top of my dick, her lips pulling out, then pushing in with my thrusts. It being my second fuck in an hour, I simply couldn’t get off.

“Oh God, I can’t take any more,” she moaned after her third orgasm. “You’ve got to stop, I’ll be too sore!”

I pulled out and stood panting, looking at her stretched and reddened pussy. I leaned down to lick it but she grabbed my chin.

“No! I need a break!” she said.

“OK,” I panted.

Then she smiled up at me, she had sat up and had her arms around my neck. “Here, turn around and sit down.”

I did as she said and she slipped off the table, then pulled up a chair between my feet. She sat down. “Time for my second breakfast.”

She leaned forward and took me in her mouth. It took a while, at one point she looked up and complained that her jaw was getting sore, but I finally dribbled what little cum I could into her mouth while arching my back, my ass just on the edge of the table. I bent forward, holding her head against me as she swallowed my goo. Then I leaned back, trying to catch my breath.

“I think we’re both tired,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said, cradling my softening member in her hands.

Later in the day we put on our bathing suits and paddled out in the lake in the canoe. Maggie wanted to explore the island, I had promised her that I’d take her out a couple of days earlier.

As soon as we were away from the dock, moving around the end of the island, away from the other cabins, she looked around. “Nobody’s around,” she said.

“It’s Friday. A few people ‘ill start to show up this evening, then there’ll be a people around tomorrow.”

“Then I’d better take advantage,” she said and pulled off her top. She lifted up in the seat, I had to steady the canoe, and slipped her bottoms off. Then she turned around in the seat, facing me, and spread her legs. “You don’t mind paddling, do you.”

“Not with such beautiful sights.”

We were around on the back side of the island now and I shipped my paddle. “Move to the middle seat,” I said.

The canoe rocked some as she had to climb over a thwart and the seat. Once she was settled, I carefully stood up and looked around—no one in site. I stepped over the thwart in front of my seat, then bent down, putting my hands on either side of the canoe to steady it as I knelt down. Maggie kissed me but then I pushed her back. She leaned back, her shoulders on the forward thwart, and I leaned down and started eating her pussy.

It was really wonderful, the sun was warm on my back and neck, her pussy was soft and slick on my lips and tongue. She lifted her feet, hanging them over the sides as she started to hump into my face. The site of her in the sun, flat chest, smooth stomach and belly, hairless prepubescent cunt, was intoxicating. Many times I’ve regretted that digital cameras didn’t exist in the early 80’s, I wish I had pictures of her and (if you’ll remember) VHS cameras were bulky, heavy, expensive and rare.

This time her moans grew into almost screams as she came while I circled her red clit with my tongue. I knew she was still sore, so I didn’t finger her at the same time.

She refused to put her suit back on while we explored the island, only wearing her shoes and, when we were on the side facing the cabins, I’m pretty sure some people may have seen her but, being over 300 yards away, they may not have realized she was naked unless they used binoculars.

After we finished exploring we got back in the canoe, but Maggie still refused to put on her suit. I paddled around the undeveloped east side of the lake, casting into small inlets and under promising looking roots while she lay in the bottom, working on her tan.

After about 40 minutes I hooked something big and, as I carried on a spirited battle with a small mouth bass, she scrambled back into her seat—not wanting to share the bottom of the canoe with a fish.

I landed to lovely bugger and we declared him dinner. He went on a stringer off the stern but Maggie didn’t want to lay down in the fish slime and occasional scales that were now in the bottom of the canoe. With great reluctance she put her suit back on and we paddled back to the dock. I finished the roof while Maggie finished her tan—again laying out on the dock. But, with the canoe on the dock on one side and the boat on the other side, she was pretty well hidden. She made a wonderful site from the roof however.

I was a little worried when a runabout started up and began pulling a skier around, but they only whizzed by once.

We had bass and potatoes for dinner, then I spent the rest of the evening reading to her. That night we spent on the sofa-sleeper again. She was recovered enough for a really gentle screw, her on top.

On Saturday we went for a walk down the county road and in the woods around the cabin. I spotted one of the pot plants Grandma nurtured around the place and, that evening (our last together) we got high and fucked in a dozen different positions around the place. Over the evening a came three times, once missionary style, once doggy style, and finally in a 69 while I licked my own sperm out of her.

The next morning we had to leave by 9 as I’d promised Mom we’d be home for lunch. Maggie’s flight was at 3:20. Donna was already home with Grandma and we all went to an IHOP for lunch. Donna was positively sweet to her little cousin. Maggie hugged and kissed me before she went out to the plane, I think I saw her wiping her face on the way to the stairs.

That evening, Donna had me fill in some of the details of what Maggie had told her about our time at the lake—she found it all very amusing. Then she told me about her time with some of Clair’s and Grandma’s younger friends. She finished by saying that she was now a ‘confirmed lesbian’.

My bed was awfully lonely that night.

Footnote:

We all got together in LA for Christmas that year. I was going to stay in a hotel with my Dad, his wife and Donna but I was pleasantly surprised when Aunt Darla insisted that I stay with her and Maggie. “Maggie wouldn’t hear of any other arrangements.”

When we got back to their apartment after a dinner out, Maggie took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

“You’ll be sleeping in here with me,” she said.

“I know it’s only a single,” my Aunt said from the door, “but, considering what Maggie told me, I guess you’ll be pretty cuddled up.”

I was in total shock. My Aunt wanting me to sleep with her ten year old daughter (Maggie’s birthday is in November).

She was a little taller but still completely a girl. We spent the next three nights in quiet bliss.

The next time I saw Maggie she was fourteen—and it was not a happy occasion. A neighbor had gone by to check on Grandma and found her sitting in a chair in the living room. The Coroner listed her death as ‘natural causes’. The night of the funeral we spent together in my old bedroom in Duluth but I needed to get back to my job in Minneapolis the next day. We were both sad as we quietly made love. Afterwards we talked in the dark. Maggie cried and I don’t know whether she realized I had a few tears in my eyes too.

Still, I was pleased by the full breasts, but I didn’t like the brown curls.

Since then I’ve only seen her a couple of times. I’ve watched her children grow through to pictures on Christmas cards.

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