I woke up the next morning starved and feeling a great sense of satisfaction due to recent events. My first thought was that of my cousin's beautiful penis. I went to the balcony, it was a beautiful day filled with sunshine and a calm breeze. I peaked in my cousin's room and could see by the mirror that the bed was empty. Oh well, maybe I'll get lucky later on. I jumped in the shower, put my long auburn hair in a pony tail, slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
When I turned around, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror and thought; gees I look like a scrawny little kid compared to Michelle. No wonder she thinks I look like Virgin Mary. If only she knew. The thought of my grandpa rocking my butt and pussy while he expertly brought me to heaven, not to mention my first solo session of last night watching my sexy cousin beating her brother's cock made me feel empowered. I didn't really know what this new family was really like, but I figured no matter what, I had the entire summer vacation to play with my pussy with no one to know about it. My clit was safe; for now.
When I got out of my bedroom I realized I was lost. This farmhouse was more like a mansion with its many levels and passage ways. I found the kitchen by following the smell of coffee and bacon. I wasn't drinking coffee yet because my Dad said I was too young although I had just turned 18. He said stimulants weren't good for a growing body so I never tasted it. But I loved the smell of coffee and adored bacon. Who doesn't? The huge kitchen was empty and there was a note on the table;
Dear Lily, Michelle and I left for the hospital with Michael for his weekly check-up. The farmhands are at work, your uncle Joe must be in the barn grooming the horses; you can go say hi after you had breakfast. There is a plate of warm bacon & scrambled eggs in the oven for you. Enjoy your morning; we should be back before lunch. Leslie
I looked at the time on the kitchen wall clock; it was 8:10 am. I had breakfast; it was delicious and felt good in my tummy. I cleaned up and went outside. The sun was warm already; this would be a hot and humid day. I could tell. I looked around and noticed how vast the last was, and so many buildings on it. It was my first time away from the city and could not really differentiate what barn was meant for each type of animals. There were so many agricultural buildings and I could not really differentiate them.
The first building I crossed path with was the hen-house. It was pretty self explanatory. The clucking noise was so intense it was almost deafening. It was a big building and I made a mental note to ask how many chickens were in there. I walked about a quarter miles further and saw a huge red barn and a horse was tied to a post so I figured it could be my uncle's horse. On our way here, Michelle had told me her Dad didn't believe in cars and motor vehicles. He was a horse man, period! I thought that was so cool. I would love to ride a horse one day. She had assured me that Uncle Joe would be real pleased to hear that and would for sure find time to teach me. I was looking forward to that.
One of the barn doors was opened so I entered. The barn was huge, like everything else on this land. I called out ''Uncle Joe?'' but didn't hear back. So I decided to explore. There were a few dozen horses, each of them in their own stalls. They were simply majestic, each and every one of them. In one of the stalls was this beautiful young white mare that came to me when I approached. I pet her snout and she made this happy sound. I changed row and continued my visit when I suddenly heard a strange noise.
Unsure, I approached on the tips of my toes, not to disturb what was going on. As I got closer it became more distinct. At first, I saw a tall and rugged yet handsome man in about his fifties. That was Uncle Joe. I recognized him from Dad's family album. He was leaning on a plank post and was moaning louder and louder. I approached some more and hid in an empty stall behind a few bales of hay. I could see the clear picture now and for a second, I was both terrified and turned on. I mean "clit out of its hood in less than 3 seconds" turned on.
There was another guy with long dark hair. He was on his knees and Uncle Joe had his monster cock in his mouth. I mean that thing was ENORMOUS. Grandpa's salami was nothing compared to that. Uncle Joe's cock was going in an out completely. His cock was at least one foot long and it had to be 3 inches in diameter: a monster cock! His hands were wrapped in the guy's hair and his was fucking this mouth with fury. The most amazing thing was that the guy seemed to have no problems with that. No gagging, nothing! I would have gagged and died right there. Not him, he hand both of his hands on Uncle Joe's ass and was obviously enjoying sucking this engine of torture.
Uncle Joe's moaning got louder, he gripped the guys hair tighter ''Get ready for the load, I'm coming Max'' and his moan turned into a guttural sound of intense pleasure. My pussy was so hot you could cook an egg on it, but I was distracted by what Uncle Joe said: Max? I had heard that name the night before and had assumed Max was Michelle's guy. Maybe there were two of them?
He held his huge cock deep down in the guy's throat for what seemed like an eternity. His body was shaking and convulsing from pleasure each time the guy named Max took a swallow and boy was he sucking on it. He then let go of Uncle Joe's ass and signaled he needed air. The enormous cock slid out of his mouth and he finally took a deep breath. Uncle Joe let go of his hair put his slowly shrinking junk back in his underwear and lifted his pants.
-As usual, that was amazing Max. Nobody can suck dick like you. I'm going to miss that.
-Max smiled and said, that's because no one can take it all in old man. That is the biggest dick I've sucked and seen in my life. Can your wife take it?
-Her pussy can he said laughing. At first it was rough and painful but over the years, she's learned to love it, but she can't suck me like you do. No one can, but you. We had a good run. Hope you drop by again if you are ever in the area.
-You can count on it Joe, but this isn't quite over yet. You got yours, now I want mine. Drop those pants, turn around and spread wide. Max needs a goodbye fuck my friend.
This was more than I could mentally process at the time. 72 hours ago I knew NOTHING about sex and since then I've learned about, orgasm, masturbation, cock sucking and now he wanted to fuck my Uncle? How can a man fuck another man? They don't have pussies.
I wanted to masturbate so badly, but I was afraid if I did I would miss out on the show, so took a few deep breaths to calm my impulse and noticed I had inadvertently leaned on a pitchfork for support. The pitchfork was solidly anchored in one of the hay bale and the handle was resting on the stall's wall. I quickly positioned the pitchfork between my legs and leaned my pussy on it. The grid was at my eyes level so I had a clear view.
Uncle Joe gave him a huge grin and dropped his pants to his ankle, turned around and leaned over a fence. Max took out his penis. It was already hard and glistening at the top. It looked nothing like Uncle Joe's dick. It was far less frightening. It was more on the slimmer side but quite long, I would say about 7 to 8 inches. His dick was straight up while he spread Uncle Joe's ass cheeks, put some saliva on his hand (which reminded me of my Grandpa) and spread it over Uncle Joe's asshole. He then entered his middle finger in the hole and pumped it in and out.
