Uncle Dave

My story is somewhat unusual. It happened on a farm in South Dakota, and it involved my uncle Dave.

My Mother came from a large Catholic family. She had 11 brothers and sisters. She was the oldest. She got married when she was 21 and had me when she was just 22. Her youngest brother was just 18 years old, when I was 16. We grew up together on neighboring farms. Since there was only two years difference in our ages,from little on we spent a lot of time together. Went to the same school, and in the Summer months, as we grew older, we worked together on our respective farms, especially during the haying season. Dave was (and is) a very handsome guy, well built, muscular and has a nice personality. He has always been lots of fun to be with — very funny, with a terrific sense of humor.

I started to blossom out nicely when I was 15, and when I was 16, I had a fairly good sized bosoms. Uncle Dave used to kid me about them, and tell me about how some day I was going to make some fellow very happy.I was not sure if Dave had had sex with any of the local high school girls. The rumor around school was that he had, and I thought to myself that it wouldn’t surprise me because he was a very good looking guy.

One fall, after we had worked togther with some of his other brothers and sisters hauling the hay into the barn on the farm where they all lived, we found ourselves alone, and both of us were very tired from a long day’s work. Dave asked me if I’d like to go up in the hayloft and just relax for a little while. It was in the late afternoon. I said sure, and we climbed the ladder into the loft, and laid down. It was hot that day, and he had taken his shirt off, showing off his nice chest. He was kind of sweaty. As for myself, I just had on a T-shirt and jeans. We just laid there, talking about different things happening at school. As I said, Dave had a great sense of humor and he also started telling me some of the latest jokes. Some of the stories were a little suggestive. After awhile he asked me if I wasn’t awfully hot with my T-shirt on, and I said I was, but it wasn’t polite for girls to bare their chests like boys. Dave kept teasing me and saying he never could figure out why that was true, because girls chests were so much more good looking than men’s. Besiides, he said,”I can see you have nice boobs through that T-shirt, so why can’t I see them without a piece of cotton over them?” He kept daring me, and so I finally, took off my T-shirt — and my bra — exposing my breasts for him to see. He told me they sure were pretty. In fact he said that he thought that girls’ breasts were just about the nicest thing that God had created. Then our conversation sort of drifted into sex, and I asked him if he had ever “done it” with a girl. He admitted he had done it a few times, and proceeded to tell me what a great feeling went through his body when “it” happened. We laid there awhile longer, and he kept looking at my breasts, and it kept getting hotter and hotter up in that hayloft. He was sweating and so was I. After awhile he got real close to me, and started fondling my breasts, very gently, cupping them in his hands and twirling his fingers around my nipples. It felt to good! Next think I knew,he rolled over on me, and we were chest to chest, with my breasts pressing into his, and then he lowered himself and began to kiss my breasts — very tenderly, and flicking his tongue around me nipples. I told him he was making me feel wonderful, and I could also feel a bulge in his jeans sort of pushing into my pubic area. That felt real good, too. We started to kiss — first on the mouth. Then he was down to my breasts again, and then lower down toward my navel, and I was in absolute heaven. Finally, i began begging him to show me what sex was like.I knew he was my Uncle, but what we were doing seemed so natural and felt to good, that I thought to myself — well, he’s not my brother or anything like that. I kept after him to take off his jeans and show me that bulge in his pants –and finally he agreed. He took off his jeans and boxer shorts and stood there naked as a jay-bird, as the saying goes, but to me he looked like a Greek god — sort of like Michaelangelo’s statue of David over in Italy. I had seen pictures of him in books at school, and had marvelled at what a great body he had. At any rate, I had finally seen a man’s penis and wondered what it would be like to have one inside me. I was getting all excited down in my groin area. So, I quickly took off my jeans and panties, and settled back onto the hay. Dave reached into his jeans pocket and lo and behold he pulled out a rubber and simply smiled and said, “Always prepared.” He kneeled down, unwrapped it, and skowly rolled it over his penis. His was an average size, I guess –7″-8.” He then laid down beside me, asked me to spread my legs, and began to finger my vagina, gently rubbing my clitoris and inserting his fingers a little into me. He explained that he first had to open me up a bit, and it might be a little difficult at first, but after a little while, I’d be O.K. After a few minutes, he lowered himself onto me, and began thrusting, slowly but firmly, and before I knew it, he was into me and thrusting wildly. It didn’t hurt at all.I seemed to have a lot of juice that lubricated me. I looked at his chest above me and looked down to where we were joined and it was a wonderful sight. And I was beginning to feel wonderful too. Suddenly Dave told me that he was going to cum and he did, several times. I could feel his semen flowing into the rubber against my vagina walls, and I got a great feeling too. He kept pumping and pumping and I wondered to myself how long can a man do this?

We probably fucked for 20-30 minutes before we stopped. It was getting to be suppertime, and we thought we had better leave and get back to our homes. We got dressed, and then Dave offered to drive me home in their pick-up truck. I lived just about two miles down the road. We didn’t really say much on our way there, but before I got out, he grabbed one of my boobs through my T-shirt, smiled at me and said, “Hey, wasn’t that fun?” I said that it had been fun for me, too, and that we should try to do it again sometime. We had a few other sessions in the hayloft that Fall, and my Uncle Dave taught me a few other things. I loved having him inside my body. Now I’m a year older and Uncle Dave has gone off to college and I don’t get to see him a lot, but sometimes when he’s home on a weekend, and our families are having Sunday dinner together, he smiles and gives me a little wink across the table.

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