Never Have I Ever Margaret

Follow-up to the original story. You don't have to have read the original 2 part story, or "Dillon" but you can ;)

All characters fucking around with their family are aged 18 or over. So, as Lucas' grandma Margaret would tell you, "Don't get you're panties in an uproar, or up your butt crack, over it."

**Note of Warning** There is some language that some may find offensive. It's not to be taken as such, it's just the language of the times. (I've even toned it down from what was going on in my mind.) Let's just say...Everyone had a good time, and no one was offended with the language as it was happening. Suffice to say Margaret does NOT talk like this today, like she did back then, unless the other person wants her to, because she's always happy to oblige. ;)

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Lucas had come home for his grandfather's funeral. He had a heart attack back in Florida, but Lucas' grandmother Margaret insisted on bringing his body back home to the farm. The whole family had gotten up to speak at the funeral, Dillon, who had flown in with Lucas from Oregon, as the youngest, was last to speak. "Grandpa always had advise to give," she said with tears falling down her freckled cheeks. "I learned a lot about life from my grandpa. I will miss your stories, your smile, and your laugh. But, most of all I will miss your friendship." She looked up at everyone and then at her grandmother, "You were lucky grandma, to have had a man like grandpa. I hope I find love like yours someday."

The funeral ended and the sons lowered the casket into the ground. The family had their own cemetery plot on the farm. Both of Lucas' great grandparents, who started the farm, were there, and now all 12 of their children were there with their spouses. Lucas looked at the head stone and saw the names; Harold and Margaret. One day Lucas would be here to see his grandma join her husband. Margaret, who stood next to Lucas, said in a soft voice, "Bye Harry, see ya later." Then she poked Lucas in the side with her elbow, "But not too soon."

Lucas laughed for the first time in days. No one could change a mood like his grandma could. He looked down at her and she winked at him. "Grandma, you're incorrigible."

"Well Lucas it runs in the family," and she reached up to pat him gently on the cheek, and then turned to walk away. Only she then pat him on his ass, "Quite a few things run in this family."

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Three days later Margaret approached Lucas who was sitting on the porch swing. She sat down next to him and put her hand on his thigh and patted it. "Lucas you have the summer off doncha?"

"Yes, grandma, I have until mid-September. Why?"

"Could I talk you into comin' back to Florida with me, and help go through your grandfather's things? I would pay your way of course."

"Sure thing grandma. I'd be happy to help you."

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(Another three days later; a different front porch.)

Lucas looked up and reached for the glass of iced tea his grandmother had just brought out to him. "Thank you grandma," he told her.

"We can start on things in a couple days Lucas. No since in hurryin', it ain't goin' nowhere." Margaret sat in the rocker that was obviously hers. For one it was smaller than the one Lucas sat in; For sure it had belonged to his grandfather. But Margaret's was painted pink and had a seat cushion that was the face of Groucho Marx with a cigar in his mouth. She wiggled her butt as she sat and giggled as she commented, "Free mustache ride."

Lucas nearly blew the iced tea he just drank out of his nose laughing. "Oh, my god, grandma!"

"What?" She replied with feigned innocence. Then she grinned, "I'm sure if you grew a mustache someone would want a free ride. I might ask for one myself."

Lucas laughed, "I love you grandma, but you just lost grandpa, and now your flirting with your grandson. Do I need to worry about you?"

"Oh heaven's no Lucas. I'm just a rufflin' your feathers. Unless you really want to give your old grandmother a mustache ride? I could wait for you to grow one."

"Grandma, what would grandpa say about that if he was here?"

"Your grandfather had a nice mustache once. Gave me plenty a good ride on it too. That's how I came to fall in love with him you know."

"Because you sat on his face?"

"Well, yeah. Along with that huge pecker he had. I was really young, just turned 18, and never have I ever had a bigger cock than that day. Let me tell ya all about how we got together...."

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"Harold, bring me that bigger hammer," Jackson said.

"Comin' right up Mr Sampson." Harold brought the requested hammer to the huge black man who took it and began hammering on the red hot piece of iron. Jackson Samson was an old time blacksmith, and Harold, who had just turned 20, has been apprenticed with him since he was 16. Harold's father thought that the skill would come in handy some day on the farm, and he had been right. Nothing beats free labor on a farm because it's your son doing the labor.

"Harold," Jackson said as he put the iron in a bucket of water with a loud hiss and steam. "I've taught you ever thing I know, why are you still coming around here for?"

"I don't rightly know Mr Sampson." Harold told him honestly. "I just enjoy the work, and the company I guess."

Jackson laughed, "Well, I also enjoy the company son. But you're the youngest of your father's brood so you're gonna have to eventually work on the farm full time."

"I've already talked to my pa about that. He said I can start at the thaw. That won't be for another 3 or so weeks."

"Alright, but until then how about you start calling me Jackson instead of Mr Sampson. Like I said, I've taught you all I can. We are on even footing now. No need for those terms between friends."

He held out his big black calloused hand and Harold took it in his. "I'd like that Jackson. To be able to call you my friend."

The door opened up and a man and three boys came in followed by a young woman. Harold knew the man instantly, "Good day uncle Richard."

"Oh, Harold. Good day to you too son." Harold's uncle was younger than his father and therefor as the youngest he was closest in age to his cousins than his siblings were. "Jackson, are those nails and fence brackets done that I asked for?"

"Yes sir, Harold please go in the back and get the crates I have set aside for your uncle." Jackson took off the heavy glove he wore on his left hand and moved over to the counter. "That's going to be $15.00 for it all. Harold actually did all of the nails himself and half of the brackets."

"Best idea my brother ever had setting him up with you here Jackson."

"He's done with being here. I've taught him all I can. He'll be working on the farm with you come thaw he says."

"We got fences to mend, but everything else is waiting until thaw," the oldest of the boys said.

Harold came back and set the crate down on the counter. "Those are the nails, there are two more bigger ones that hold the brackets."

"Thomas," his uncle told his older cousin. "Go and help him fetch the others."

"Yes, pa." Thomas said.

When they returned with the two other crates they were walking out with the first one holding the nails. They sat the crates in the back of the truck and Thomas closed up the tailgate. "Thank you Harold," Richard told him. "Jackson told me how you made most of these."

"Yes, sir, I guess I did." Harold replied.

"Come on boys, let's get these back." He then turned to his daughter, "Margaret, do you have the list your mother gave you?"

"It's right here," she said and tapped her temple with her right index finger.

Richard laughed, "Just don't forget anything or your mother will tan both our hides."

"Yes pa, don't worry about it." She waited until the truck moved off then turned to her cousin, "Finally, I thought the ol' bugger would never leave me be." She then took Harold by the hand and led him around to the side of the building where they wouldn't be seen and then pinned the taller boy to the wall. "I've been lookin' forward to this all day," she said and bought Harold's head down to kiss him.

Harold was a bit surprised, but soon was returning the kiss. Margaret might be his cousin, but she was a damn fine site to see. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a single braid down her back and the dress she wore showed off her ample breasts. "Damn Margaret," he said when she finally let him go. "What was that for?"

"Just a warm up for ya. What I really want is to see some big negro cock. Do you think Jackson would like to have some young white teen pussy to sink himself into?"

"Margaret!" Harold exclaimed.

"What?" Margaret said in return.

"Show some respect."

"I'll show you a good time Harold, as long as it includes Jackson." That said she grabbed his hand and put it up under her dress. Harold could feel the heat of her snatch radiating out from the pubic hair surrounding it. How about you give me a mustache ride before we go inside." She pushed Harold down to his knees and then lifted her dress over his head and straddled his face. Harold could smell the musky scent and moved his tongue out to find her pussy. Margaret reached under to pull back the hair and her labia, then thrust her hips forward until she felt his tongue inside of her and his mustache on her clit. "Oh, that kinda tickles."

After a few minutes she got off from him and then stood and dragged him around and back through the door. Once inside she turned the sign to closed and locked the door. "You two are officially on your lunch break and I'm your meal." Jackson had been watching all this from the counter and his eyes widened when Margaret began removing her dress.

"Whoa there miss Margaret," Jackson said holding up his hands. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm goin' to get fucked real good in about two minutes by your big negro cock Jackson, and if Harold here plays along he can have some prime white teen pussy to sink his dick in also. I already know he gives good mustache rides, now lets see if I can ride a couple big ol' cocks."

Margaret was not even wearing a bra under the dress. "Well," Jackson replied. "I have not had white meat for quite some time. I hope it's not dry."

"Oh I can assure you sir, this white piece of meat between my legs is quite moist. Harold has already seen to that." Jackson had been unfastening his pants as she approached, and when she reached him he had his cock out, and was beginning to stroke himself. Harold had heard rumors of black cock, he knew his own 8" was bigger than most white men, but he was not expecting the python in Jackson's hand. He had to have been sporting at least 10" and his huge hands nearly didn't go around it. "Oh, that will do quite nicely," Margaret said as she lowered herself to her knees and took over stroking.

"Oh fuck miss Margaret, your hands are so soft on my dick." Jackson had put his large hand out on top of Margaret's head and slowly pulled her to him. She obediently opened her mouth and took the first few inches of him into her. She then pulled back and licked him from balls to tip. Harold noticed the length of him across her face as she did this. He was getting confined inside his pants and so unfastened and pulled out his hardening cock to stroke with each lick Margaret made.

"Mmm, such a beautiful cock," she purred and looked over at Harold. "You just gonna stand there playin' with yourself, or are you gonna move over here so that my other hand has somethin' to play with?" Harold walked over and Margaret held out her hand and took his cock from him. She began to stroke Jackson and moved her mouth over to service Harold. She got more of him inside that she was able to do with Jackson. "Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck, ah, that's more like it. Gluck, gluck, gluck."

Jackson reached down and grabbed hold of one breast. "Damn fine body miss Margaret." He squeezed one breast and then pinched and pulled on the hard nipple. That brought a squeal from Margaret as she continued to gobble on Harold's cock. "Let me see how you taste miss Margaret," Jackson said and pulled her off of Harold's cock with a loud 'pop' and he easily lifted her on top of the counter. He then held her knees apart and then used his tongue to lick her moist fuck hole.

"Oh, yes sir, feast on that white meat," Margaret told him as he continued to lick and suck on her labia and clit. "Come on Harold, bring me that beautiful cock of yours again."

Harold used an empty crate behind the counter to stand on and Margaret again took him into her mouth. "Yes cousin, suck on my big white cock. Soon you're gonna have a thick black cock fucking you."

"Damn right Harold," Jackson said and climbed up on top of the counter and knelt to straddle Margaret. He guided his thick black cock to her opening and told her, "Here it comes miss Margaret. My big python is gonna split you open wide."

When the tip went in Margaret just made purring noises while sucking on Harold's cock. However, once Jackson thrust himself half way in she let out a scream, "OH MY GOD....FFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!" Jackson started moving himself in and out, moving faster as his cock got coated in pussy juices. "Yes. Fuck. Me. Good. With. That. Big. Negro. Cock. Fill. That. Slutty. White. Pussy!"

"You feel so good miss Margaret," Jackson said as he continued to move in and out of her. Harold had moved down to suck on her nipples. Margaret continued to talk dirtier and more explicit, letting each of the men know how much she was enjoying being 'ravaged' by their two enormous cocks. Jackson finally pulled out and told Harold, "Come here boy, take your turn with her."

Jackson replaced Harold on her breasts, using his huge hands to mash them together and suck on the nipples at the same time. Harold climbed up on the counter, and since Margaret was soaking wet from Jackson fucking her, slipped right in. "Oh, my god Margaret. You are so fucking wet."

"Fuck me cousin, I need you to fill me first with your cum. I can't let my egg be fertilized with black cum, and I sure do want to feel your cock cum inside of me Jackson."

It only took a few minutes before Harold's virgin cock began to shoot large ropes of pearly cum deep into Margaret's unprotected uterus. "Ohhhhh, fuck, I'm a cummin' in your hot snatch cousin!"

"Oh, I feel ya cousin. Fill me up. Breed that pussy."

When Harold had finished he got down off the counter and Jackson said, "My turn to cum in her." He lifted her off the counter and turned her around so that her ass was up in the air. He then put his arms around her waist and pulled her down until his cock drove into her. Margaret had her hands on the counter and her legs around Jackson's waist as he began to pound her. "I'm gonna fill you up miss Margaret. You either have a white or nigger baby when I'm though with you. So you better start prayin' that Harold's done the job."

"Oh, just fucking cum in me Jackson. It's what I've been wanting to feel since I was old enough to know what fuckin' was. I've wanted your big fat black cock inside of me. shooting that pearly white baby makin' shit all up into me."

"Shut up slut and suck on this!" Harold had moved around and pulled Margaret off from the counter. His hands were under her, each with a breast. Margaret had put her hands on Harold's hips to steady herself. He now put his cum and pussy juiced cock into her mouth. "Yes, that's it cousin. Clean our shared juices off my cock."

"MMMPH, gluck, gluck, gluck, Ahhh...Oh fuck we taste good together cousin! Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck."

"Oooohhhhh ffffuuuccckkkk, "Jackson started saying. "I feel my self gonna cum miss Margaret."

Margaret thought she was ready for it, she was wrong. When she felt Jackson's cock swell and shoot the first round she had her own orgasm. "OOOOHHHH MMMMMYYYYY FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKIIIINNNN' GOD, I SEE JESUS!" Her whole body shook, and her pussy clamped down hard on Jackson to where he could only shoot rope after rope deep inside of her. Harold was glad he still had his hands on her tits because she suddenly let go of him and he had to support her upper body as Jackson held her lower.

The two men looked at each other. Jackson's cock buried in her pussy, and Harold's cock still in her now slack mouth. "I think she fainted," Harold told his friend.

"Let me take her," Jackson said and easily took her in his arms. He moved to walk into the back room and turned his head to Harold to say, "Bring all our clothes would you Harold." He went to the far corner where he had a cot in order to nap or sleep on late nights. He lay Margaret on the cot and stood up. Harold joined him and they both looked down at small blonde girl with the large amounts of cum spilling out of her well fucked pussy. "I'm going to get dressed and go out to get a pan of water and a cloth to clean her up."

He quickly dressed and left the room. Harold however still stood naked watching the cum spill out onto the cot. He was then aware of his throbbing hard on. "Oh, fuck it," he said and bent down and guided his cock into her sopping wet pussy. As he began fucking Margaret's unconscious body he took a nipple into his mouth.

"Hmmmm, what? Oh, Harold you feel so good. Slower baby," Margaret said when she came to and wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. She then pulled him to her and kissed him passionately. "I'm gonna feel sore in the mornin', that's for sure. But, you sure do feel good right now. That's it cousin, make love to me. I love you."

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"So, you and grandpa are really cousins?" Lucas asked his grandmother when she stopped the story.

"Yep, an lucky we were too that your uncle John came out white as snow. We got married just before he was born. Went three counties over and faked my last name on the marriage licence. No one but family knew that we were cousins. Oh, and Jackson did too I suppose, but he would never tell anyone. I sure miss that big ol' python of his sometimes." She paused to think, then laughed. "I remember when he first came back and saw us fuckin' there on his cot. He just put the bucket of water and towel down and left. Closed the door and just let us go at it. I thanked him by blowin' him a few times afterwards. But we never fucked again. I belonged to Harold from that moment right there on that cot until the day he died two weeks ago. Never had another cock in my pussy but his." She looked up at Lucas and winked, "But my mouth was always open for other cock."

"Grandma!" Lucas exclaimed.

Margaret looked down and saw the bulge in Lucas' shorts. "Well, look here." She said and leaned forward to put her hand directly over his cock. "Someone got a bit excited by my story, huh?"

Lucas jumped and Margaret's hand fell off. "Jesus grandma!"

"It's okay Lucas, I'll take care of you if you need me to. I haven't had a young stud cock in my mouth for, oh, at least a week."

"WHAT?!"

"Well, you see I had made this bet with Rylee..."

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