My Uncle Mike’s Magnificent Flag Pole

My Uncle Mike’s Magnificent Flag Pole by Stifflittlepoints

Like so many other women of today, I have a hidden sexual skeleton in my closet from when I was a lot younger. Although I must say that I am one of the lucky ones, who doesn’t suffer due to it. I wasn’t raped or treated badly at all. My first sexual experience as a freshman in high school with a male was quite pleasant, and so were the events after the first time.

I was at that age when a girl starts experiencing many changes in her body and her mind. My breasts were developing and my hormones were cursing through my body wildly. I became interested in the difference between a boy and a girl’s sexual organs. In school it was very common to see a boy hiding his erection with his books in front of him as he walked down the hall. All the girls knew what they were hiding, but most, including myself had never seen one up close. I longed to see a hard cock. I had seen my little brothers and my cousin’s several times, but they were a lot younger than me and had cocks the size of my little finger.

I discovered masturbation, while in the bathtub one evening. I soaped up a wash cloth and began to soap my slit with it, as I usually did. BUT this time it felt a whole lot different and even strange at first. Those feelings gave way to feeling very good and then to my first orgasm. After that first time, I repeated it many times whenever I took a bath. Then one night I tried it with just my fingers while lying in bed and found it to be just as satisfying. I didn’t do it as much as boys probably did, but two or three times a week worked just right for me.

School vacation had just started, and I was about to be a freshman in high school. My parents weren’t really strict with me, but did make it plain that there would be no dating until I was older. They never would really specify just what “older” was.

My aunt and uncle (Mom’s sister) owned a cottage on one of the nearby lakes. They had had a girl a couple of years younger than me and a boy a year younger than that. We had a lot of fun at the lake each year. So when they invited me to come up to the cottage with them, I jumped at the chance. There was a motor boat and a canoe that we would go out on the lake.

My first night in the cottage I lay in my bed listening to the strange noises coming from the room next to mine. It was where my aunt and uncle slept. I knew enough to know that they were having sex as I listened to my aunt moaning how good it was and asking for it ‘DEEPER’ and then hearing my uncle and aunt both groaning and the bed squeaking under them. As I listened, my finger was busy in my wet slit as I climaxed almost the same time they did and it went quiet.

A few minutes later, the door to their room opened and I could hear someone in the kitchen. I went to my door and slowly opened it a crack to lookout. I’m glad I did. My uncle was in the kitchen at the fridge getting a drink. The only light was coming from the refrigerator. I let out a little gasp as I saw that he was absolutely naked. His cock hung down in kind of an arch.; It was HUGE to say the least. I watched it wave as he got his drink, then closed the door and went back into his room. Was that what a male looked like when it was hard? It sure was a big one was all I could fantasize about. But as time would tell, I would soon find out that he wasn’t fully hard when I saw him that night.

The next afternoon, my uncle was going to take us out in the canoe and up some of the various channels of the lake, while my aunt fixed supper. At the time, my cousin Billy was busy at the neighbor’s cottage playing basketball with the boys there, and my cousin Kathy didn’t want to go. So just my uncle and I went out in the canoe.

I had on a two-piece bathing suit, which my mother had bought me a little too big so I could grow into it. The bottoms actually had a little larger leg holes in them than I needed. If I sat just right, you could kind of peak into the leg band some. I also didn’t know anything about shaving except my legs, so some of my pussy hair would stick out at the sides. I noticed my uncle staring at my crotch a lot as we went up a channel in the canoe. I was sitting in the front seat facing him as he paddled. He was wearing a pair of cutoffs and must not have had any underwear under them. Every now and then when he shifted his legs, I caught a glimpse of his wonderful cock. But, it was much smaller than I had seen it the other night.

Looking around, for the most part, there were very few cottages on the shallow channels that lead off of the main lake. We saw a couple of deer and a lot of other wild life as we went further up the channel, but no people.

Then my uncle paddled the canoe to the bank and got out. He pulled it up and grounded it on the shore. He was standing about four feet from me in knee deep water. As I watched him carefully, he unzipped his cutoffs and brought out his cock. My eyes were glued to it as I watched him slide his hand back and forth on it a couple of times. Then a stream of pee came out and began splashing into the water. I felt a funny tingling feeling in my pussy as I watched his pee hole open and shoot out his stream.

When he was done, he shook it and a few drops came out. I expected him to put it away, but instead he kept looking at me sitting in the canoe as he slowly stroked his hand up and down the shaft of his cock. I was in awe as I watched the transformation from a flaccid shaft to now fully erect cock. Once fully hard, he wrapped his whole hand around it and began stroking it. He asked me if I had ever seen a hard cock before. I shook my head, but never took my eyes off of his stiff organ, as he fist-fucked it right there in front of me.

I wanted to put my finger inside of my pussy as I watched, but I was too embarrassed.