My Uncle's Farm by Emily Wescott When I was younger, I used to visit my uncle, who had a farm. I remember once when I was about sixteen I was spending a few weeks in the summer there. My uncle had a man there named Aboab, who worked around the place and generally helped out. One day I was walking out by the stables and saw Aboab watching the horses. One of the horses, a beautiful dark brown stallion, kept biting another hors on the back of the neck. "Aboab," I said, "What is he doing?" Aboab looked shy for a moment, and, blushing, said "Dat's how horses court, missey." This intrigued my curiosity. Looking closer, I could see the stallion's member hanging down almost to the ground. I was astonished at the size of it. Soon the other horse presented herself, and the great, brown stallion mounted her. My cheeks were hot with embarrasment, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I became aware of Aboab standing close to me, watching the huge beasts. "Missey, you ever seen people do it?" "No," I mumbled, "of course not." "Yo uncle does it every moanin wit de girl dat milks de cows. Would you like to see it?" This intrigued and excited me. Before I knew it, I found that I had agreed to meet Aboab in the barn early the next morning to witness this with my own eyes. * * * The next day I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I was soon out of bed and dressed, and headed for the barn. I didn't like what I was doing, and felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help myself. Aboab met me at the barn and took me into the hay loft. He placed us on the hay where we could look down onto the main floor, and spread some hay over us to hide us. Soon Inga came in to milk the cows. SHortly after she arrived my uncle walked in and said, "Inga, my dear! There you are! I've something here that has been waiting all night for you!" With that, he pulled down his pants. I was immediatly reminded of the stallion I had seen in action the day before, so large was his tool. Inga knelt before him and began stroking and kissing his manhood, cooing over it. She placed it in her mouth and began to suck on it. As I watched her working on my uncle's member, I became aware that Aboab had moved, and was now laying on top of me. I could feel his bulge pressing against the crack of my behind. He began working his tool against my skirt. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I didn't want my uncle to discover us spying on him. Besides, the spectacle below us was making me more and more excited. Inga suddenly jumped up and said, "Sir, if I do not have you in me this minute, I shall scream!" My uncle then laid her down on a table and pulled up her skirts. I got an excellent view of her mature cunny, much hairier than my own. Then my uncle buried his cock inside of her, and began to pump it in and out of her. From the angle I was at I had an excellent view of my uncle's huge prick plunging deep into her. The sight of my uncle screwing Inga excited Aboab immensly. He soon pulled my skirt up over my behind, and before I knew it his tool plunged deep into my cunny. This was not the first time I had felt a man inside of me, but my splendid view of my uncle and Inga made it very special. Aboab started groaning softly as he humped me from behind, matching his strokes to those of my uncle. It was all I could do to keep from crying out as I felt his cock moving inside of me. My mind was filled with the sight of my uncle's huge prick at work, and I couldn't help but think of how that massive tool would feel. I imagined that monstrous member prodding me as Aboab worked at my pussy, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out. Soon I felt Aboab pulsing inside of me, and he stiffened and pressed his body against mine, plunging his tool deep into me. But my uncle was still working on Inga, and I heard her whimpering and saw her thrashing as she came and came. My uncle seemed tireless. Still he pounded away at her. Aboab had collapsed on top of me, and was kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. But all I could see was that Inga was still being fucked, still coming. Then, finally, my uncle stiffened against her and sighed out loud. He pulled away from her, and I saw his thick white cream oozing from her notch, even as I felt Aboab's running from my own. His organ was shriveled now, a pale ghost of its former self, and yet still bigger than Aboab's at its hardest. I gazed longingly at it, and knew that I would not be happy until I had felt it within me. Aboab and I remained in hiding until my uncle and Inga had departed. As we waited Aboab fondled my tits and my cunny, admiring my tightness. By the time they were both gone, Aboab was ready for action again. This time I took him laying on my back, feeling the hard thrust of his cock within me. Having just spent himself in me, he lasted much longer this time, and his juices lubricated me so that we slid in and out of me in a most agreeable fashion. But it was still the thought of that massive organ that made me come. I imagined it stretching my cunny, filling me with its juice, as Aboab forced himself deep inside of me. Aboab and I lay for awhile in the hay, touching and stroking one another, as I tried to imagine how I could possibly get that massive tool. * * * My uncle had a section of apple trees on his farm. He had a sort of a field hand named Nadav who was mainly responsible for taking care of the apple trees. Nadav had always intrigued me, because I had often seen him in profile, and he seemed quite well equipped in the nether regions. One day I went out to the apple orchard and told Nadav that I wished to pick a few apples if I could find any which were ripe. He picked up a ladder and took me out into the orchard, and set the ladder against a tree for me. I climbed up the ladder, basket in hand, leaving Nadav to steady the ladder for me. I had taken care to leave off my undergarments that day, and I made sure to lean out from the ladder, holding my legs open so that Nadav could see up my skirts. I could tell that I had his full attention whenever I reached for a distant apple, as I made sure to do quite often. After teasing him thus for a bit, I decided that it was time to be a bit more direct. I dropped my basket of apples to him, and told him that I was coming down. As I got near the ground, I contrived to slip on the ladder, and landed on him with my legs over his shoulders and his head under my skirts. I felt him give my cunny a quick kiss before he lowered me to the ground, looking quite embarrased. "Nadav," I said, "I'm feeling quite faint. Would you help me to the gardening shed?" He eagerly agreed, and took me to the shed nearby, there laying me down on a rude cot that was inside. I felt him stroking my legs as I pretended to be faint with exhaustion. "Are you all right, ma'am?" he asked. "Oh, yes," I replied, "I just need to catch my breath." His hands continued to stroke my legs, and slowly edged there way upwards. "What are you doing, Nadav? You must stop this instant, or I shall be forced to tell my uncle!" "Oh, but ma'am," he replied, "I can't help it! You're so lovely, and your skin is so smooth and soft!" "I really must insist," I said, "you really must stop. This isn't at all proper." "Oh, but ma'am, I can't help myself!" His hands worked slowly upwards, and began to softly stroke the hair on my cunny. "But you must! This isn't right. If my uncle found out, we'd both be in trouble. You must stop right away. Oh, yes, that's the spot," I said, as he found my love button. He continued to stroke my mound for awhile, then he said, "Oh, ma'am, I can't help it!" With that, he shoved his head under my skirt and began licking and kissing my cunny. "Well," I said, "if you must, you must." I reached down and unbuckled his pants, which fell to the floor to reveal his throbbing manhood. In a flash, he was on top of me, kissing my throat and squeezing my tits. I felt his throbbing tool rubbing against my portal, and soon managed to place the tip of his prong against my love canal. He wasted no time in shoving himself deep into me. His large cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of me. He humped me furiously for a few minutes, but all too soon I felt him stiffen against me, shoving his cock as far into me as he could. And then I felt his juices pulse into me, and knew it was over, all too soon. His equipment was the size of my uncle's, but his endurance was sadly lacking. As he crooned over me and whispered into my ear, I sadly realized that I would not be satisfied until I had felt the full strength and power of my uncle's tool. I also realized, laying there on the cot with Nadav on top of me, that if I was going to find my pleasure among the help, then I'd be much better off staying with Aboab. * * * While I was at my uncle's I noticed that one of the serving girls, Maryann, would disappear shortly after dinner almost every night. My uncle would then declare that he was going for a walk to smoke a cigar (my aunt disapproved of his cigars, and would not let him smoke them in the house). One night I was determined to find out exactly what happened on these walks. Shortly after my uncle left on his evening constitutional, I arose from the table, stating that I was full and did not desire any dessert, and quietly left the house through the back door. I soon spotted the glow of my uncle's cigar in the back garden. I slipped quietly into the garden and hid behind a large boxbush. Soon I saw Maryann join my uncle in the center of the garden. "There you are, my sweet!" my uncle whispered hoarsely. "I've been waiting for you. I've been looking forward to this for quite awhile, now!" "I'm sure you have, sir", she replied. "And did you see me blush when you squeezed my buns during dinner?" "Yes, I did", he answered. "But don't worry. I don't think Nora noticed." "Well now you can squeeze them to your heart's content!" With that, he put his arms around her and pressed her tightly to him, kissing her soundly. I could see quite clearly in the pale moonlight, and felt my body shiver in anticipation as I saw my uncle pull up her skirt and squeeze her firm bottom. Maryann was no laggard, either, and soon had worked his pants open so that she could take his massive tool in her hands. I watched with envy as she pulled it and stroked it. "Oh, sir!" she cried, "I cannot stand it! I must have it!" She dropped to her knees and took the end of his giant member into her mouth. So large was it that she could do no more than suck the head of it, which she did with wild abandon. "Oh, my darling Maryann", he cried, "if you do that much more, you will drown in my cum! I must have you right now!" She reluctantly drew her head away from his manhood and lay back on the grass, pulling him on top of her. Soon he was pounding his tool into her with great energy, causing her to moan with joy. I could not help myself. Soon I was frantically frigging myself with my finger. The wan moonlight was not enough to let me see the detail that I longed to feel deep inside myself, but my imagination was more than equal to the task. Maryann began to thrash and cry out, until I was certain that my aunt Nora must certainly step outside to see what was happening. This added to my sense of excitement, until it was all I could do to keep from crying out myself and betraying my presence to my uncle. I was entranced by the sight of my uncle's buttocks rising and falling, glowing whitely in the dim light, a second moon reflecting the one in the sky, but bouncing, thrusting, plunging into the lovely serving girl's cunny. My own cunny throbbed and pulsed in sympathy. My hand was drenched in my own juices, even though I knew that my finger was but a pale shadow of my uncle's manhood. Finally, after a seeming eternity of hot sweaty flesh slapping together in ecstasy, I saw my uncle stiffen, plunging himself deep into Maryann's pussy, and heard him grunt with pleasure. I knew that he had shot his load deep into her, and wondered how it would feel to be filled by such a tool as his. I quickly and quietly faded back into the bushes, so as not to be caught. * * * Maryann's room had a connecting door with the one I slept in. That night I went to the door and asked Maryann if she would mind talking with me a bit. She readily agreed, and we were soon curled up on her bed chatting away. As talk among girls will do, we were soon discussing men. She told me a great deal about the various men she had been with at one time or another. I wistfully stated that I hadn't even been so close as to see a cunny that had had a man. She replied that it looked no different than any other cunny, so I challenged her to prove it. Before she quite knew what was happening, I had my head under her nightgown and was examining her pussy. "Well," I said, "it certainly has a lot more hair than mine." "Oh, pooh!", she exclaimed, "that just comes with time. Your's will have as much hair as mine, soon enough." "I think it might smell a bit different, as well", I stated. "I wonder how it would taste?" With that, I reached out with my tongue and gently licked her. "You shouldn't do that", she stated, but she didn't draw away. In fact, her legs moved further apart, as if to give me more room. Soon I was laid out on my stomach, my head in her lap, giving all my attention to her luscious hairy womanhood. It had a strong musky taste, and seemed to respond warmly to my ministrations. Soon Maryann was moving her hips and cooing with pleasure. I continued to lick her private parts, savoring the strong, spicy taste, until suddenly she arched her back and I felt a warm gush of liquid which I eagerly lapped up. "That was heavenly", she murmured, stroking my hair. "Tell me, precious, what can I possibly do for you in return?" "Well", I replied, "there is one small thing you could do. . ." * * * The next evening as we were finishing dinner, my uncle arose for his evening walk in the garden. As soon as he was gone, I got up, stating that I was quite full and did not care for dessert. I slipped out the side door and worked my way around to the garden. The moon had not risen yet, and it was quite dark. I felt my way along the paths, and soon found the open area in the center of the garden. I saw a red glow from the end of my uncle's cigar, and sidled up to him warmly. He put his arms around me and hugged me close to him, telling me softly of all the things he was planning to do to me. "Why, Maryann", he whispered, "you're awfully quiet tonight. Are you sure you want to be here?" I murmured quietly in his ear, and pressed my body against him, rubbing my crotch against the bulge in his pants. He appeared satisfied with that as an answer, and soon I felt his rough hands under my skirt, stroking the cheeks of my ass. As Maryann had advised me, I was not wearing any underwear, and soon his hands had found my tender cunny. He seemed confused for a moment at the sparse hair on my mound, so I decided to divert his attention. Holding my arms firmly around his waist, I leaned back and drew him on top of me on the ground. I kissed him fervently, and soon whatever thoughts he had disappeared as he rubbed himself against me. My hands frantically unzipped his trousers, and soon I could feel his gigantic tool brushing against me. I shivered at the thought of what was to come. My juices sprang forth in anticipation, and soon I felt the head of his huge rod pressing against my portal. He grunted with effort as he pressed himself into me, filling me until I thought I would burst. "Oh", he murmured, "oh, oh, Maryann, whatever you've been doing, I swear you're tighter than ever!" Then he began to move his hips, and my world was full with the feeling of his giant root sliding in and out of me. It was all that I had imagined, and more. He quickened his pace, and my cunny exploded with fire and ice as I felt his member thrusting into me. I felt as if I was a melon that was about to burst. I felt as if he was going to split me in two. Such was the power of his massive rod shoving into me. It seemed to go on forever. I can feel to this day the glorious feeling of his marvelous tool stretching my soft tissues and penetrating deeper into me than any other man has ever done. My entire world consisted of nothing but a giant cock thrusting against yeilding flesh. Finally, when it seemed that I could endure no more, I felt his wonderful prick plunge deeper into me than ever before, as if he was forcing it into me with all the power at his command. Then I felt a marvelous sensation, exploding my cunt into shards of ecstasy, as his giant tool began to pulse and throb, shooting hot jets of his cum deep into me. On and on it went, filling every crevice of my body with his sperm. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, glorying in the feeling of his hot cum filling me. I felt as if I was adrift in a sea of cum. Slowly he climbed off of me. Regretfully I followed, climbing unsteadily to my feet. I kissed him soundly, and watched as he drifted off back to the house. After a bit, I followed and retired to my room, glorying in the warm feeling radiating from my cunny, and the gentle tickle as his hot sperm overflowed my pussy and trickled down my legs.