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Subject: {ASSM} Maggie's Apartment Ch10 (A Cousin Maggie story)
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This story contains sexual acts.   It is intended for adult reading 
pleasure.

Feedback ALWAYS Welcome!
dgooes@dbuffalo.com   

The original "Cousin Maggie" stories were written by Joby
(joby@dirtybuffalo.com) - contact him regarding those.

Denise

***
Maggie's Apartment (Chapter 10)
by Denise Gooes
(Cousin Maggie series characters created by Joby)

(Recap:  Maggie got an apartment on her own against her mother's wishes.  
"...be CAREFUL - and don't talk to strangers!"  Beth said as she left and 
then mentally challenged Maggie went off to meet her new neighbors!) 

Maggie ate her lunch at the Burger King on Broadway Street in Buffalo.  
Despite all the day's sex - it was only early afternoon and Maggie returned 
to her apartment building on the corner of Broadway and Fillmore.  Super 
Stan waved at her from his desk and Maggie waved back and entered the 
elevator.  She got off on the 3rd floor and proceeded to apartment 302 
which was next door to Sammy and Kayla's apartment - she wondered if the 
party was still going on.  Maggie had attended the breakfast orgy earlier 
and had eaten cake off several guests and Kayla and Sammy.  At the time, 
she thought she'd never eat again.  She was glad later that the tuna 
sandwiches at Mo's had only been for sticking in her pussy so Mo's kitties 
would eat them out.  At Denise's (now calling herself Denny), Maggie had 
only eaten pussy.  So much sex had made Maggie head to Burger King and she 
had eaten two orders of onion rings and a cup of chili with her double 
cheeseburger.  This filled Maggie up again and actually made her a bit 
gassy.

Roy opened up the door of apartment 302 and let the pretty girl in - it had 
been a long time since a girl had been in his apartment and never one so 
pretty.  Not even when Margie, his wife had been alive.  Roy had loved 
Margie and thought her to be his perfect mate, but he knew that she wasn't 
the most beautiful woman on earth - but she was the best and the best he 
would ever have and could ever imagine having.  Almost 35 years together 
before she suddenly dropped dead one morning 5 years ago.  Years of ignored 
headaches that had been more serious than either they or the doctors had 
realized.  She had been incorrectly treated for migraines and several 
lawyers had tried to get Roy to sue the doctors.  Roy wasn't greedy like 
the lawyers and blamed himself more than the doctors - nothing could bring 
Margie back and money could not take her place.  He'd heard about the 
retarded girl moving in up on the 4th floor and he figured eventually they 
run into each other in the elevator or someone would point her out at 
Broadway Market where he spent most of his mornings drinking coffee and 
jawing with other guys who'd either lost their wives or had to get out of 
the house 'cause they couldn't stand them.  Those were the guys that Roy 
himself couldn't stand and he had a habit of just nodding while they talked 
and waiting for them to shut up.  The talk lately was very political which 
didn't interest Roy much and when it got to a near fist fight today - he'd 
come home early.  To his empty home.  Roy wondered when he would join his 
wife Margie - life just wasn't worth living without her.

The girl immediately had asked to use his bathroom and he sat down on the 
couch and waited for her to return.  It took awhile, so Roy figured stomach 
distress - he knew how THAT was!  Oh well, what else do I have to do but to 
sit wait for a young girl to finish taking a crap and tick away the time 
until I die.  Roy heard the toilet flush and a minute later it flushed 
again.  She may be retarded, but at least someone taught her to fully flush 
the toilet.  Roy hated the low water toilet in his bathroom, he liked the 
old ones that wasted 5 gallons a flush - but that always flushed fully.  
Maggie came out and said, "Thank you."  She immediately noticed a picture 
of Margie and asked, "Is this your wife?"

"Your welcome, Maggie and yes, that was my wife - she died 5 years ago.  I 
miss her dearly."  Maggie continued to look around the room at the pictures 
of Margie and soon Roy was standing beside her....

"....and that day, I asked her to marry me.  That is my first picture of 
Margie, she was 19 years old and we'd gone to the Erie County Fair and I 
think I paid a dollar for that picture - which was a lot of money back 
then."

"Did you fuck her that day?"

"You don't want to hear about that kind of stuff - do you, Maggie?"  Roy 
hadn't talked of intimate matters since Margie died and it would be nice to 
relive those times with someone - anytime he'd started talking about sex 
around the guys at Broadway Market - they gone to the john, gotten up for 
more coffee or suddenly remembered something they had to do.  It was bad 
enough that Margie was dead and gone - but he hated to have to hold back 
the memories, too!

Maggie nodded.  Then, Roy even surprised himself when he said, "Let me tell 
you about the first time I fucked Margie....."

"Our first time wasn't the day that I asked Margie to marry me.   We did do 
the deed that day, but the first time was a few months earlier in the 
spring.  It was a sunny day - with no rain in sight and we were riding 
bikes outside the city and it all of a sudden got dark fast and started to 
rain really heavy.  There was no place to take shelter and we got 
completely drenched.   Finally there was a barn and we went in.  It didn't 
look to be an working farm.  The tractor was broken down and there were no 
animals.  There was some old hay in the main room and nothing but dirty 
empty shelves in a smaller room.  For Margie's sake, I figured we'd leave 
our clothes on and let them dry while we rode after the rain let up.  But 
Margie had other ideas and took off everything except her bra and panties."

"Roy, get out of those wet clothes - you'll get sick and die." said Margie.  
I wasn't about to argue with the woman I loved - and yes, I already knew I 
loved her.

"Back then, in 1959, every other word out of a person's mouth wasn't 
"fuck," "shit" or "piss".  I blame George Carlin for screwing everybody up.  
It wasn't rock and roll music - it was George Carlin.  And people weren't 
screwing so freely or if they were - everybody didn't know about it and I 
for one wasn't even thinking of it!  Anyway, I took everything off down to 
my undershorts - I forget what kind I was wearing, but Margie had on a pair 
of white cotton panties that when wet were nearly see thru!  Wait!  I 
remember the undershorts I had on - boxers!  When I started getting 
aroused, I had trouble keeping my penis from popping out the hole in the 
front of them." 

"I don't wear panties," said Maggie and she pulled her shorts down and 
showed her furry bush to Roy.  He looked and it took him back - Margie was 
just as hairy as this girl.  Darker fuzz, but just as thick.

"Very pretty."  Roy wondered if this girl even realized the trouble she 
could get herself into if she acted this way with some of the others in 
this building - especially those strange ones on the 4th floor.  Maggie's 
floor!!!

"Do you still wear boxers?   Do you have anybody to fuck?  Are you horny 
right now?"  The girl had a million sex related questions and Roy was 
trying to tell his story and relive a wonderful time he'd had with his late 
wife the first time they were intimate.   In fact, the girl still had her  
shorts pulled down and now she was fingering herself and it was starting to 
get to Roy -- just as Margie had that day so many years ago.

"There was nothing to do in that barn except look outside every few minutes 
to see if the rain had stopped.  Every time we did, it looked the same.  We 
were a little worried because it was getting late, but we were laughing too 
and every time Margie talked to me, she put her hand on my arm.   Her 
touches started arousing me, but I hide it.  Margie had a smile like yours 
that should have stopped the rain, but maybe it was meant to rain and we 
were meant to be in that barn and what happened - that certainly would have 
happened at some point, but maybe it was meant to happen THAT day!"

"You fucked her really good, didn't you?" Maggie smiled and continued 
listening and fingering.  Seeing Maggie doing that and reliving the first 
time with Margie had had the effect of giving Roy the hardest boner he'd 
had since Margie died.  He wished that he could take it out and get himself 
off.  He had no thoughts of sex with Maggie.  Yes, she did arouse him - but 
she was 40 years too young and also retarded.  He could imagine being taken 
away in handcuffs and sentenced to life in prison for touching her.

"Margie was spinning around and dancing - thinking that she could dry off 
that way and she suddenly asked me how I liked her hair all wet and then 
she noticed that I wasn't looking at the hair on her head."

"Can you see thru my panties, Roy Denver?"  Are you looking at my 
cootchie?"  

"She said it in such a suddenly serious tone that I didn't know how to 
answer.   I got all tongue tied and stammered and Margie got this big smile 
on her face and the burst out laughing and said, 'I hope you ARE looking at 
my cootchie!!!'  I couldn't believe my ears.  But the big shock came when 
she pulled the panties down and off and I saw her bottomless for the first 
time.  My chin dropped and my hands fell to my sides and everything was 
limp except my penis that chose that moment to pop out of my boxers.  And I 
didn't even realize it!"

Maggie was now rubbing herself fast and furious and Roy wished that he 
could whip his out and pump it just as fast.  He tried to adjust himself, 
so Maggie wouldn't notice his erection, but she noticed him adjusting it.  
She reached for him and pulled him to her...

"Margie said, 'I've been wanting to ring these out.'  and she squeezed them 
and both of them were amazed at how much her panties had been soaked.  
'Since you can see thru them anyway, what's the sense of putting them back 
on, right now?' and Margie hung them by her pants on the old tractor."

Maggie had undone Roy's belt and pulled down his denim shorts and was 
reaching into his boxers as he continued....

"Do you like my butt?  Is it cute?  It's probably cuter than I am."  Margie 
said on that day 40 years earlier and she spun around and gave Roy even 
more to arouse him.

In the present, Maggie was stroking Roy's cock very slow and had it pointed 
right at her face.  Roy didn't feel it would be very long and he had 
already decided that whatever happened happened - maybe today was meant to 
happen, too!!!  Maggie was using her other hand on herself and by the 
noises she was making -- it wouldn't be longer for her either.

"You have a very cute butt,"  I told her and then we both noticed my penis 
sticking out the hole of the boxers.  Margie laughed and pointed and I got 
red and tried to put it back in.  I turned my back and was fumbling when 
Margie snuck up and pulled my boxers right down."

"You have a cute butt, too!!"  Margie said and I spun around and I'll be 
damned if my penis didn't touch the side of her face.  I couldn't believed 
that she grabbed it and kissed it - I almost came right then...."

Roy was almost coming right now, too and Maggie must have sensed it.  She 
kissed his penis and then pulled him the rest of the way to her and he 
found her slit so easily and so wet and so warm and he slide right in -- 
all the way.  Maggie did most of the thrusting and Roy exploded inside her 
while reliving his past....

Margie held tight to his penis and led him over to the hay and he 
discovered that her panties weren't the only thing wet.  He slide inside 
Margie again in his memory as he was sliding inside Maggie 40 years later.  
Two thrusts of yesteryear were so like the two thrusts of present  day and 
when Roy recalled the pleasure of coming for the first time with Margie - 
he was coming with Maggie.  He never noticed when the girl left because he 
was still back in 1959 and in his mind he was holding his Margie, again.

***

....thanks for reading this story.   Comments and email are always 
welcome...  dgooes@dbuffalo.com

For previous Cousin Maggie stories, contact...
joby@dirtybuffalo.com

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