Thanksgiving with the Family

As I was writing the last two posts I was amazed at how much of my teenage years started to come back to me. I remembered boys that I had done things with that I had totally forgotten about. I was going to write about the next year at the Jersey Shore house, but then I would not have told about the holidays that year. Memories came flooding back, and my pussy got very wet as I started to write this.
That year’s holidays were very good to me. Now at the end of that year, the FDA approved birth control pills for women that had severe menstrual disorders, not for contraceptive use. I read this in a magazine waiting in a doctor’s office for some small ailment. So I told my mom that I wanted to talk to the doctor about my horrible periods. She said she didn’t know about them, and I told her I kept it to myself, and just soldiered on. So that night I walked out with a pill sample and a prescription for birth control. Problem solved.
So for Thanksgiving that year we went to my Uncle John’s place, where my cousins Tony, and Nick, lived. My cousin, Carl, and his family would also be there. Uncle John was well off and had about a hundred bedrooms, or so it seemed. We got there on the Wednesday before, and I was excited to see my cousins, and was hoping to pick up where we left off in Jersey. Sure enough, the adults decided to go out for dinner and the four of us were left to fend for ourselves. It was so good to see and feel those boys again. I told them I couldn’t get pregnant which just made things hotter. Carl and Nick’s cocks had gotten larger since the summer, and I enjoyed feeling them in my mouth and pussy.
Of course my favorite was Tony’s beautiful cock in my ass. When they were through eating me, fucking me, and cumming in my mouth, pussy, and ass, I felt like the stuffed turkey for Thanksgiving. When the folks came home, the men were drunk. Uncle John caught me on the stairs leading to my room with no one else around. He hugged me tightly with his left arm, and grabbed my ass, under my short skirt, with his right hand. His fingers slipped easily into my cum soaked pussy. I said, “Uncle John, stop!” and he let me go. As I went up the stairs I looked back and saw him looking at, and smelling, his fingers with a quizzical look. I thought, “Oh shit.”
The next day my cousins and I could not get away because of all the preparations for Thanksgiving. I walked through the kitchen and my Uncle John asked if I wanted to go to the store with him. I said no, but my mom said for me to go and help him, so I said, “Oh shit” again and got in his car. I figured I was in for an uncomfortable lecture. As we were driving into town, Uncle John put his hand on my leg and quickly moved it to my pussy. I said for him to stop and for some reason I said, “How would you like me to do that to you?" I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. Holy Mary Mother of God! He had a loose fitting bowling shirt on with the lower buttons undone. The shirt normally covered his lap. When I touched him I saw his belt and zipper were undone, and there, standing straight up his stomach was the biggest cock I had ever seen! The damn thing looked like a one eyed python. It was thicker than a beer can, and at least 12 inches long.
I had new respect for my Aunt Fanny. She had to deal with that all the time. I looked at it, then at him, and I quickly knelt on the bench seat with my ass pointing out the passenger window, my short pleated skirt riding up my back giving the old guy next to us quite the view. I had to have it in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. There was no deep throating that monster. I did the best I could to get as much as I could into my mouth, my jaws ached as he pulled off the street into the woods. He scooted over, I straddled him, and slowly lowered myself onto that Grecian Column of Pleasure.
My God, what a feeling. I lowered myself as far as I could. I felt like the eagle on top of a flag pole. He unbuttoned my blouse and started kissing my breasts, the whole time I’m trying to move up and down on that thing. Finally he held me tightly and started to jam himself in and out of my pussy. I felt like a rag doll being used for his pleasure, but I wasn’t complaining. Finally he stiffened and shot his load deeper into me than anyone else ever did, and I came incredibly hard. We just sat there for the longest time, holding each other tightly, our cum juices flowing onto the cloth seats of the car. I told him not to worry, I was on the pill, and he seemed to relax. Now was a hell of a time to think of it.
I went back to my side of the car and saw the huge white, wet spot in the middle of the seat. He got out a rag and I tried to wipe it up, but it was still very visible. When we got home, the whole drive with my hand on his cock and his hand in my pussy, Aunt Fanny came out to get the groceries. She saw the spot and said, “What the hell is that?!” He was so quick. He told her he bought me a milk shake and I had spilled some. She said, “Lila, you made the mess, you clean it up.” I smiled at my uncle, wondering if she wanted me to lick her husband clean, too.
I cleaned the stain, but not completely. I wanted him to have a little something to remember me by. Dinner was good with me having this dopey look on my face as I thought of the cock that was sitting across from me, and what it had done to me. I took off my shoes and put my feet in Uncle John’s crotch. I could feel that thing growing under my feet. Now I knew why he always wore baggy pants. Lucky Aunt Fanny.
The boys and I had the next night together when the folks went out to dinner again. It was so nice fucking and sucking normal sized cocks, but I must say, I spent a lot of days afterwards shoving a coke bottle in my pussy, thinking of Uncle John’s huge cock. Next story will be about Christmas.