****** Maggie Loves Richard by G-boy ******
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Maggie Loves Richard


Richard was pissed off. But, at sixteen years old, being pissed off was a
normal state of mind for him. He had planned to spend this Friday night the
same as he did every Friday night, with his buddies, all standing around
wishing they had a girl to be with. They would smoke cigarettes, sip stolen
beer or wine, and talk about what they'd do if they had a girl. Instead, his
stepmom volunteered him to watch Maggie and the rest of Aunt Cindy's brood.

The woman had six children, ranging in age from thirteen, Maggie, on down to
three years old. Maggie, although very responsible, just wasn't old enough to
watch her five brothers and sisters alone, so Step Mommy Dearest volunteered
him, so that they could all go to the fucking casinos that night. A new
riverboat casino had just opened up, and they wanted to go waste time and money
there. Besides, Cathy had laughed, "Maggie's got such a crush on you."

Yes, they all thought it was so cute that the little girl was madly in love
with him. Gee, I wonder how cute they'd think it was if they came home and
found Maggie's panties around her ankles and Richard's cock buried up her
skinny little ass? His come dribbling out of her raw cunt? Her little face a
white blur under his juice? He started to get an erection just thinking about
fucking the crush right out of the silly little girl.

He wasn't worried about Aunt Cindy's reaction; she was so nice. His dad joked,
"How many Cindys does it take to change a light bulb? None, they'll just sit in
the dark, they don't mind, really, it's all right, don't bother." Maggie seemed
to have inherited her mother's sweet disposition, and her pretty looks. Tiny,
at thirteen she barely stood at four and a half feet tall, with short dark hair
and round face with a dimpled smile. Her large brown eyes were a little too big
for her small face, but they were always smiling and crinkled. Slender, she
probably didn't weigh ninety pounds, just like her mother.

Unlike her mother, though, Maggie was flat chested, whereas Cindy damn near
toppled forward under the weight of her thirty- eight DD boobs. Zack Junior,
the next oldest, was ten, and he took after his departed father, tall and
lanky, with bright red hair. Steve, eight, seemed to favor his mother, as did
Paul and Pattie, six year old twins, but Annie took after Big Zack, with her
flaming red hair and flaming temper. As the baby of the family, she demanded
and got the bulk of the attention. Aunt Cindy had been pregnant with Annie when
Richard's dad married Cathy. Right after that, Richard's mom decided to ship
him off to live with his father. He'd met Maggie at the wedding itself, and
regarded her as nothing more that a cute nine year old, but when he moved in
with Stepmom and Dad, the now ten year old was a constant presence, always
following him. Three years of rejection and the recent death of her father
hadn't slowed her down any.

It had been about three months since Richard had been in the same room with
her; always managing to be out when Aunt Cindy's brood came over. He sat in his
car, the beat up piece of shit his dad bought for him, and simmered as he drove
over to the sprawling home Aunt Cindy and her demonic brats inhabited. Still,
it was twenty-five bucks for one night's work, and as his dad pointed out,
Maggie would do most of the work.

He got out and squared his broad shoulders. He was a handsome young man, with
thick brown hair and light brown, almost gold eyes, and a tight smile, which he
rarely showed. His square face was that of a young man, no longer the puffy boy
face of last year. He stood almost six feet tall, and everyone said he'd pass
his dad up in another year or two. A young girl, with a nice compact body,
swelling breasts and flared hips, opened the door before he could even knock.
Her dimpled smile and large brown eyes looked so familiar.

"Mom! Richard's here!" the girl yelled, and Richard admired her round ass as
she ran off.

She was dressed in simple tee shirt and tight cut off jeans, and he liked the
way her body fit into it. He walked into the living room, which was a minor
roar as five kids yelled and scrambled around, and one cute teenage girl sat
and watched an insipid sit-com on the blaring television. She smiled at him as
he walked in and looked around.

"Okay, kids, listen, kids!" Aunt Cindy yelled, trying to be heard over the
ruckus. "Maggie, turn that off! Kids, listen!" The babe reached for the remote,
and Richard realized he'd been lusting after Maggie for those brief few
moments. The din died down to a minor explosion as Aunt Cindy rattled off that
Richard was in charge, and they were to mind him. Hot dogs and cold drinks in
the kitchen, behave, bedtime at nine, we'll probably be back by eleven, so
forth and so on. Richard smiled tightly. Eleven o'clock was when they'd look up
and see that it was still early yet. If the last time he'd endured this was any
indication, they'd roll in at about two thirty, three o'clock. With kisses for
all, including Richard, Aunt Cindy was out the door.

Zack and Steve wanted Richard to play Commander Fighting Squad with them, so he
allowed himself to be dragged into the room the three boys shared. When he
looked up from his score of thirty four thousand to their twelve and seven
thousand points, it was already eight thirty.

"Did you eat yet?" he asked them.

They trooped into the kitchen, where Maggie was just finishing the last of the
hot dogs. She simpered and blushed and played the mother role as she put three
plates on the large table. She poured Zack and Steve their cold drinks, knowing
which one wanted orange and strawberry sodas. She turned to Richard and smiled.

"You want a cola? Or a.." and she mouthed the word "Beer." He smiled and nodded
his head yes. She got out two dark colored glasses and poured a can of beer
into one of them. The few remaining ounces, she poured into the other and
quickly shoved the empty can to the bottom of the trash can.

"Here's your cola," she said and handed the beer to Richard.

"Bath time after this," she said to Zack and Steve, who both glared at her.

Richard munched his hot dog and watched as Maggie busied herself with the
dishes. Every so often, she'd peer over her shoulder at him, then act even
busier. He watched the small girl's buttocks jiggle and gyrate as she scurried
about. He finished his beer and hot dog and brought the plate to the sink. She
almost jumped when she realized he was right behind her. She blushed brightly
and took the plate and glass from his hands and busied herself with the two
items. They were spotless by the time she put them into the large capacity
dishwasher. Zack and Steve dawdled and wasted time, ignoring Maggie's
remonstrations, until Richard ordered them to hurry and take their bath. With
moans and groans, they trooped upstairs and left Richard and Maggie alone. The
silence was heavy, until Richard finally spoke.

"So, where are the other kids?" he asked.

"In their rooms, waiting to be tucked in. I made the twins take a bath first,
because Annie wants to play forever, but she's already in bed asleep," Maggie
said, proud of her responsible actions.

"Damn," he said, and smiled.

"Want another beer?" she whispered.

"Not right now," he said. "Later, when everybody's all in bed, though." Paul
and Pattie yelled from the top of the stairs that they weren't tired and
shouldn't have to go to bed, since Mommy wasn't here.

"Go to bed!" Maggie screamed, revealing that under all her grown up actions,
she was still a thirteen-year-old kid.

Richard got up and approached the stairs. With a squeal and giggles, Paul and
Pattie ran off to their rooms. Richard went and tucked Pattie in her bed and
smiled at her. She was a good six-year-old; sweet and smiling as he made sure
she was wrapped tightly in her thick comforter.

Paul was less inclined to let Richard boss him around, as was Zack and Steve,
still wet from their bath. Finally, he had to threaten them with bodily harm,
and they allowed him to bunch their bedding up around them. Maggie watched from
the doorway.

"She has to go to bed, too!" Steve proclaimed. "Mom says nine o'clock for all
of us!"

"Oh? And you're the bed time police?" Richard asked, which brought on gales of
giggles.

When he looked up, Maggie was no longer in the doorway, and he shut off the
light.

"Leave the door open!" Zack cried out.

"Close it!" Steve called.

Which brought on a five-minute argument about which it should be, open or
close, and Richard finally decided for them by flipping a quarter. Steve smiled
smugly as Richard firmly shut the door.

Maggie was sitting in the living room, watching yet another insipid television
show when Richard came downstairs. She smiled nervously and made room for him
on the couch next to her. He sat down heavily and focused on the television
show.

"You're going to be a junior at Saints Peter and Paul, right?" she asked
quietly.

"Yeah, good old Saint Pee-pee," he groused. She giggled at his nickname and
proudly proclaimed, "I'm going to be a freshman at Saint Agnes this year."

"Really? Saint Gag me?" he smiled.

"Richard!" she exclaimed, and playfully slapped his arm.

"You know what they call a virgin at Saint Agnes?" he asked her.

"No, what?" she asked.

"A visitor," he guffawed.

"Oh yeah? Well, you know what they call a cocksucker at Saint Pee-pee?
Brother!" she yelled, and stormed out of the living room.

He was a little baffled by her outburst. He'd thought the joke about Saint
Agnes was funny, he'd heard it many times at Saints Peter and Paul, and it
never failed to get a laugh. He did have to smile at her joke though. Brother
John certainly fit that description. He got up and found her in the kitchen,
sitting at the table. She scowled at him as he approached.

"What?" she huffed.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry about that. It's just that I've heard that joke so many
times, I forget it's not that funny to someone going to Saint Agnes," he
apologized.

"Fine. Whatever," she huffed.

"I said I was sorry," he huffed back.

"And I said fine," she snapped.

"So, um, what you want to do now?" he asked.

"Nothing," she snapped.

With that, he walked out of the kitchen and surfed the channels until he found
something interesting, a documentary about Japanese art. Maggie, tired of
suffering in silence, came and sat next to him and sulked.

"Oh, yeah, right," she sneered as the narrator discussed the bold strokes of a
particular artist.

"So, you looking forward to High School?" Richard asked.

"Yeah, sure," she snapped.

"Hey, High School's totally different from grade school," he went on, unmindful
of her ugly answer. "Big! You can get lost just going from one class to
another."

"Really?" she asked, worried.

"I mean, it's all right once you get the hang of it, but, man! The first week
or two!" he shook his head.

"Saints Peter and Paul is all boys, right?" she asked.

"Yeah. Sucks," he said.

"Yeah, well, Saint Agnes is all girls," she said.

"Trade you," he joked and they both laughed.

They watched the rest of the documentary in silence. When the narrator finished
his glowing praise, Richard felt Maggie's body very close to him. He looked
over at her but she was staring straight ahead, pretending to be extremely
interested in the credits as they rolled by.

"So, you got a boyfriend?" he teased her.

She jumped slightly and looked at him. A slow blush crept up and she looked at
the floor. Finally she shook her head no.

"You?" she asked under her breath.

"Oh, yeah, I've got all kinds of boyfriends," he smirked.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!" she squealed.

It was his turn to blush and shake his head no. They sat in silence as another
documentary started to unfold. A few minutes into it, she was definitely
sitting close, and pretended to be engrossed in the study of plant life in the
tropics. He nudged her. A second later, she nudged him back. Back and forth the
nudges went until they had to laugh and began to wrestle. He easily pinned her
down on the couch and looked into those large brown eyes, so full of love and
laughter. Embarrassed to notice that his hands, joined together to pin hers,
rested firmly on her breasts, he quickly got off of her and went to the kitchen
to get a drink of something. She joined him a moment later.

"We got a few more beers," she suggested. "Or, we got some whiskey in the
pantry."

"Just a cola," he said, and avoided her eyes.

"You cheated," she challenged. "I could beat you, one hand tied behind my
back."

"Yeah, right!" he sneered and gulped his cola.

"One hand and one leg," she went on.

"Whatever," he said and left the kitchen.

"One hand, one leg, and blindfolded," she chanted as she followed him.

"Oh, please, Maggie!" he laughed. "I'd kill you!"

"Oh, yeah? Come on!" she said and squared off.

This time, it took a few seconds, but he got her pinned to the floor.

"See? I told," he said and stopped as her lips grazed his.

He stared into her big eyes for a moment, and then she leaned up and kissed him
again. He rolled off of her and she sat up and looked at him nervously.

"What's the matter? You didn't like it?" she whispered, a slight tremor in her
voice.

"No, it's not that, it's just that," he stammered.

"I love you Richard," she exclaimed and hurled herself at him.

This time she pinned him to the floor and rained kisses down on him.

Within moments, he was over his surprise and was avidly sucking kisses from her
sweet wet lips. She innocently straddled his hips and let him run his hands
along her back as they kissed on the living room floor. He could feel his
erection pressed tightly into her crotch as she wiggled on top of him and
kissed. Finally, he tired of her pecks and pressed their lips together tightly.
Then, his tongue flickered out, and she gasped. When she gasped, he shoved his
tongue into her mouth. She quickly got the message and began thrusting her own
tongue in and out of her mouth. So engrossed in this newfound kissing, she did
not notice that Richard had eased her shirt up and unfastened her bra clasp.
She did notice it when she sat up, though, and she gasped then giggled.

"Richard! Bad boy!" she smiled, and surprised him by pulling the tee shirt off
and exposing her breasts to him.

Very large and puffy dark nipples that stood out proudly against the pale skin
capped the A-cup cuties. She smiled as his hands went to them and she moaned as
he tenderly touched them. She grabbed his hands in her small ones and pressed
them against her hot flesh harder. She wiggled her buttocks against his now
throbbing erection and sighed.

"I've always loved you, Richard, ever since your Daddy and Aunt Cathy got
married," she breathed, and bent forward for another hot round of kissing.

He felt his own shirt being pulled out of his pants, and he helped by arching
his back. He gasped as her small mouth descended onto his own small nipples and
licked and sucked them hard. Then she offered her own breasts to his
inexperienced mouth. He tried, with her hands coaxing him, to please her
breasts. He'd hardly noticed her weight shifting around, but felt the
difference when she put her weight back onto his groin. His hands traveled down
her back to her naked buttocks and he groaned as his first load of semen
flooded into his briefs. Thankfully he was sixteen, not a hundred and six; his
cock never lost its erection. His hands cupped her firm buttocks and his
fingers found the wetness between her legs. Almost no hair covered the pouting
slit, and his fingers entered her. She squealed and groaned as he rubbed her
puffy inner lips and found her throbbing clitoris. A few seconds of rubbing and
she stifled a shriek that would have certainly woke up the kids. His fingers
were so wet that at first he thought she'd urinated on his hand. The heavy
smell of her excitement assailed his nostrils and he realized just like him
when he came, she'd ejaculated juice.

"You take your pants off," she wheezed, and rolled off to watch him.

He quickly slithered out of his khakis and smiled as her eyes went round. He
knew, at seven and a half inches, he was pretty big. Many of the boys at school
were lucky to sport three and four inch erections, but he was not embarrassed
to swing his own around.

Gingerly, she reached out a hand and touched it. Because of his recent
ejaculation, it was slightly sticky. She took a glob of this viscous fluid and
brought it to her nose. First she sniffed it, then she tasted it. Returning for
another fingerful, she repeated the procedure and shrugged her shoulders.

With a laugh, Richard tackled her and they rolled and giggled, nude, on the
living room floor. When they came to rest, she was on top of him again and she
kissed him deeply. Her small hand went to his cock and rubbed it up and down.
Slithering down, she licked it, then took it into her mouth. Her small mouth
could only take the first three inches, but that was three inches deeper than
Richard had ever been in a girl before and he didn't complain. She licked and
sucked on it, and he gently coaxed her head in an up and down motion.

Remembering something he'd seen in one of Shane's dad's porno magazines, he
shifted and wormed his way around until his face was by her legs. With some
urging, he managed to get her slender legs on either side of his head, and he
reached up and lapped at her splayed pussy. She gasped and gurgled as she felt
his mouth on her privates, but quickly resumed her cock sucking. With a muffled
grunt, she came and Richard lapped up her free flowing juices. Her pussy didn't
taste or smell anything like fish, like he'd heard in all those jokes; in fact
it had a musk taste that was quite pleasant. Her tiny anus winked at him as she
shuddered and grunted around his cock and he stuck out his tongue and swabbed
at it.

"Oh! That's so, ugh!" she groaned as he redoubled his attentions to the spicy
tasting hole.

She resumed her sucking and bobbing of his throbbing cock and was rewarded by a
jolt of his own come into her mouth. She gulped what she could, but much of his
sticky spurts oozed out the sides of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She
gasped and released his cock as he jabbed two fingers into her pussy and a
third penetrated her ass hole. His last two spurts hit her on the nose and she
tried to reach the globs with her tongue as she shuddered through another
orgasm. Shaking, she rolled off of him and lay on the floor. When she caught
her breath, she wiped her face with the palm of her hand and licked it clean.
He caught his breath and smiled at her. Her breasts bobbed up and down with her
breathing and he leaned over and took one of the large nipples into his mouth.
She closed her eyes and cradled his head to her chest. When he tried to mount
her though, she shook her head.

"No, not here. Let's get on the couch," she begged.

They scrambled up on the couch, where Maggie pushed Richard onto his back and
clumsily tried to force his cock into her tight pussy. Finally, he held his
stiff member still and she slowly eased her quivering pussy down on it. A
blood-curdling scream escaped as her hymen was punched aside, and she sobbed
for a moment as waves of pain jetted through her. For his part, Richard was
frightened. He'd heard that the first time usually hurt the girl, but he had no
idea it hurt them this much. Tears streamed from his own eyes as he held her to
his chest. A moment later, she looked into his teared eyes and smiled.

"I love you so much," she whispered, and began to slowly work her body up and
down his semi-erect cock.

"I love you too, Maggie," he said. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Doesn't hurt any more," she gasped as four and a half inches slid into her.

Within moments she was groaning and gasping as he hardened to his full seven
and a half inches. She picked up speed and squealed in pleasure as he wormed a
finger deep into her clutching anus. Her short brown hair was plastered to her
face with sweat as he began to pound upward into her tightness.

"I'm going to, going to, come," he warned.

"Go ahead, Mommy's got me on the pill," she grunted as yet another orgasm
rocked through her tiny frame.

She screamed into his chest as three of his fingers thrust in and out of her
rectum and his thick come shot deep into her pussy. He gasped, grunted and
groaned as wave after wave of intense pleasure sot through him, all centered on
his cock and balls. Finally, she pried her head from his chest and kissed him.

"Want a beer?" she asked.

"Yeah!" he agreed, not realizing until now just how thirsty he was.

Naked, they walked into the kitchen. They sat and shared a beer, not talking,
but exchanging looks and touches. He looked at his watch. Just as he'd
suspected, it was eleven thirty, and there was no sign of Aunt Cindy. Maggie
hid the second can of beer in the bottom of the trashcan and they padded back
into the living room. On the way, Richard playfully grabbed her buttocks.

"Leave that alone," she playfully chided. "It's sore enough."

"Not as sore as I could get it," he jokingly responded.

"Oh, yeah?" she laughed.

"Yeah, stick my big one up there," he said; only half joking now.

"No way!" she squealed. "It wouldn't fit."

"Almost as easy as your little pussy," he assured her.

"Really?" she asked, still doubtful.

"I'm pretty sure," he said.

"I mean, I kind of liked it when you had a finger up my butt," she admitted.

"You want to try?" he asked, hopefully.

She looked at his cock, already fully hard again at the thought of plunging
into her tight little ass, and nodded. She ran to her mother's bathroom and
found the tube of lubricant she was looking for. She and her friends had joked
about this, and she'd been brave enough to ask one of the older girls about it.
The older girl told her that you needed plenty of grease if you were going to
do it, so she grabbed the tube and scurried downstairs. On her elbows and
knees, she grunted, groaned and giggled as Richard liberally applied as much
grease as he could to her puckered hole and to his throbbing cock. Finally, he
positioned himself at the opening and she tightened up. The first attempt was
less than successful, but he pressed on, and she inadvertently relaxed as she
worked a hand between her spread legs to help guide him. With a pop that was
almost audible, he entered her anal cavity. Both cried out as the full length
plundered her bowels.

"Want me to stop?" he gasped.

"Just wait!" she groaned.

Within moments, she was thrusting her ass to meet his forward thrusts. The heat
and the friction were incredible, and Richard knew he wouldn't last long in
this tight hole. Maggie was already grunting guttural obscenities as orgasm
after orgasm racked through her. Her tiny fingers tugged and pulled at her
drooling cunt lips and aching clitoris, and when Richard grabbed a hold of her
swinging breasts and pinched her nipples, she clamped her sphincter muscles
down and received a white hot blast of his semen deep in her bowels. Finally,
he pulled out of her gaping anus and collapsed. Lovingly, she took a wet
dishcloth and wiped his cock clean of her anal secretions and excess lubricant.
She wiped her own quivering buttocks with a paper towel and dressed quietly. He
dressed also, and they sat on the couch and cuddled and kissed for an hour.
Finally they fell asleep on the couch; his arm draped over her slim waist, her
buttocks firmly shoved against his groin. When Aunt Cindy came stumbling in at
two forty five, she found them on the couch, sound asleep, and covered them
with an afghan throw. Underneath the throw, Richard's hand cupped one of
Maggie's breasts, while she wiggled her buttocks against his hardening cock.

"Aren't they cute?" Cindy murmured and staggered up to bed.

"I love you," Maggie whispered.

"I love you too," Richard whispered back.

At first, Aunt Cindy thought that her thirteen-year-old daughter was too young
to date, but since it was Richard, she relented. His friends, mostly jealous,
needled him about dating a lowly freshman, but he ignored their comments. On
Friday and Saturday nights, while they were standing in the parking lot of the
local bowling alley, talking about what they'd do if they ever got a girl,
Richard was in the back seat of his car, parked at Baylor Lake, doing just
those things. The fact that he was doing those things with a thirteen- year-old
that absolutely adored him, and he adored her, made it all the sweeter.

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