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Subject: {ASSM} Cousin Maggie #5
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Date: Sun, 15 May 2005 18:10:04 -0400
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This story contains sexual acts. It is intended for adult reading pleasure.

Feedback is always welcome...
joby@dirtybuffalo.com




Summer Lovin'

by Joby

 

Summer 2000:

 

I rented a home just outside Buffalo, NY that was on a dead end road and we 
could walk to our mailbox at the end of our driveway and strain our eyes 
and just barely see the nearest mailbox down the road. We couldn't see the 
home that owned that mailbox and no one could see us. This gave ultimate 
privacy and was the reason for choosing that house.

When I say "we", the other part was my Cousin Maggie. A very beautiful 
young woman 22 years old going on six. She had been born mentally 
challenged, yet was able to function quite well outside the group home 
where she lived for a time. I, her "older" male cousin took very good care 
of her - in and out of bed! At this point, our family had accepted and 
condoned the relationship and Maggie and I had been living together for 
about 1 year.  1 year of nearly non-stop sex!

On the particular day I am remembering, I was in the back yard on a lounge 
chair in just a pair of small tight men's bikini briefs. I was on my 4th 
beer and it was about 11:30 AM. I was thinking about going in for lunch 
when Maggie came out totally and completely bare ass naked with a tray of 
sandwiches.

Maggie was tall and thin and blond all over. Her patch of fur (and it was 
as thick as fur) was also very blond. Late Uncle Stew had had brown hair, 
so I assume that his first wife (Maggie's mom) must have also been a 
goddess. Thankfully she looked nothing like Stew (picture Rob Reiner as he 
looks today). Maggie had the picture perfect breasts that could have earned 
Hefner a few extra bucks had he discovered them. There wasn't a scar or 
pimple or flaw anywhere on her. Expect the mental thing which was easy to 
ignore. Once the temperature had hit 70 degrees, the clothes had come off 
and were only put back on when we had company - excluding her friend Denise 
who also would strip down. I always stuck with the briefs, because nothing 
hurts more than a sunburned cock. Put a hot dog in the microwave for 2 
minutes and see the damage. I made the mistake once - but you don't want to 
hear about that...

Maggie set down the tray and came over and sat on my crotch. I reached up 
and squeezed both breasts at once and she smiled. Maggie had the most 
fantastic smile. She laughed and one second later, I felt fluid running all 
over my briefs and even puddling in my belly button.

Maggie had pissed on me! Don't be concerned - I love that sort of thing and 
having the freedom to run around naked brought out the playfulness in both 
of us. I couldn't remember the last time either of us had peed in a toilet. 
If you looked closely at my wooden fence, you could see where I had signed 
my name in pee just a few minutes earlier. I pulled Maggie down into the 
puddle she'd made and kissed her.

Maggie consented to the kiss, but then jumped back off me and brought me a 
sandwich. While I ate the bologna and mustard on rye of which I liked none 
of the ingredients, Maggie pulled down my briefs and began licking my poor 
limp pissed on dick. We'd had sex twice the night before and twice that 
morning - I'm getting up there in age and don't bounce back as quick as I 
did at her age. Maggie proceeded to lick and nibble and even stuff my 
entire cock into her mouth - but it wasn't getting hard. This didn't set 
well with Maggie and she must have thought it had something to do with the 
beer - she poured the remainder of my cold beer all over my dick.

"Hey! Your wasting the beer!" I cried. This was to distract her from the 
fact that I was a limp middle age man.

"Noooo. I'm going to lick it off you. So, she pulled the briefs down the 
rest of the way and tossed them aside. Then, she proceeded to kiss her way 
back up my leg. When she got to my balls, she began sucking them. If you 
have never had your balls sucked - get it done at least once before you 
die. There's nothing like it. While you're at it - pay a few extra bucks 
and have the hooker chew the area behind your balls. Oops, did I say pay? 
Well, if you can get it done for free or barter - that's great, too. 
Besides, in the long run - a relationship costs more than a whore. But, 
back to the ball sucking....

Maggie did like to chew back of the balls and she even slid her finger deep 
into my ass hole. She was stroking my dick and finally getting a response. 
Old stiffy was waking up! When she discovered this, she popped him into her 
mouth and kept up frigging me in the ass with her finger. I was about as 
hard as I was going to get! I think Maggie knew this. She stopped the 
sucking and proceeded to kiss my pubic hair and slowly inch her way toward 
my face. Halfway there, she licked out my bellybutton - still wet and half 
filled with her urine. I tasted her urine strong on her breath with the 
kiss when it finally arrived.

I wasn't sure that the lounge chair would see the end of Summer. It wasn't 
designed for a fucking couple. Maggie shoved my dick into her pussy and 
started rocking and bopping on top of me. What a life! I had a beautiful 
horny woman and food and beer and I didn't hardly have to move a muscle 
while having sex with her!

Stiffy was living up to his name and the boner was rock hard and Maggie was 
slamming him into her at a fevered pace. I think she was trying to get off 
on just the fucking since I wasn't stimulating her clit or even playing 
with her nipples. Hey, I had a sandwich in my left hand and I had popped 
another beer with my right - I was busy in my way and she in her way.

I felt some squeezing down below and that throbbing usually meant an orgasm 
coming for Maggie. She was also starting to get that throat chortle thing 
going which always ended in a scream. I was rock hard, but stiffy was just 
along for Maggie's ride. And then came the orgasmic scream...

It probably scared all wildlife within a quarter mile, unless they had 
heard it yesterday. I was getting used to it. Then the damn lounge chair 
broke! Just like the last one. The metal ripped away and it sank to the 
ground. Maggie and I tumbled out "stage left". I lost half a sandwich and 
half a can of beer as we tumbled into the grass that needed mowing. Maggie 
never lost a hint of her smile. She had mud on her ass and right side and 
even in her hair. She was a mess - a beautiful satisfied highly sexual 
mess!

She stood up and looked me in the eye, "I want to get married!"

I couldn't see giving any of this life up, so I said, "OK".

 

P.S. Ever notice how life doesn't have "happy endings'? I really hope you 
don't like happy endings...

The Cousin Maggie Series ended at 19 stories with...

Maggie and the Lawnmower Man.  This was due to lack of reader emails 
showing interest.  If you'd like to know where to find the rest of the 
stories - email me.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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