Holidays on my grandmother's farm - From church to stable

Hey, fellows. The day after I gave my ass to my brother, I went to my grandmother Matilde, my father's mother, to spend my school holidays for Christmas, and I took a bus to Lagos, and my aunt Isaura, my father's sister, picked me up by car. My aunt Isaura was a hostess for TAP <unk> Air Portugal, married to a pilot also from TAP. They lived in Lisbon, but she was on vacation. My parents, my brother, my girlfriend, my uncle Alberto and my cousin Tiago (husband and son of my aunt) were going there on the 23rd to spend Christmas with my family (remember my cousin Tiago, who I told you about in my stories <unk>Foda com um desconhecido no escuro<unk> and <unk>O meu primeiro anal?). My grandmother was a distinguished 58-year-old woman, widowed at the age of 45, because my grandfather had died at the age of 54 in a car accident. Since then, my grandmother has never had another man. She devoted herself to the farm, where she raised horses, produced oranges and vegetables for consumption and for sale and still owned a greenhouse where she also produced flowers for sale, such as orchids, gerberas, roses, carnations and other species. She dealt only with the flower greenhouse and had an employee, Hilário, a 25-year-old black Angolan, to take care of the horses, the garden and the orange grove. That's how my grandmother made a living, and what a beautiful life she had. In addition, my grandmother was very dedicated to the parish church and she was the one who took care of the flower decoration of the church. About three days before Christmas I left my grandmother's house around 10 o'clock in the morning and I went for a walk in the village. As I was passing by the church I saw my grandmother entering with a load of flowers and I calculated that she was going to decorate the church for Christmas. I went to a nearby bakery to buy a cake and then I went straight to the church to help my grandmother with the decoration. When I walked in, I didn't see anyone. I thought it was strange because it had only been about five minutes since I'd seen my grandmother enter. I walked to the back of the church, passed by the altar and opened the door of the sacristy. I looked and I didn't see anyone, but I heard voices. They weren't really voices... they were sounds that sounded to me like sighs and moans of pleasure. At the back of the vestry was a door that led to the parish priest's office, where he organized his work schedule. I listened carefully and realized that the sounds were coming from there. I sneaked closer, foot by foot. The door was ajar. I peeked through the notch between the door and the umbrella and was shocked by what I saw. Inside the parish priest's office there was a sofa, where my grandmother was sitting and next to her were two still young priests. One of them was the parish priest, between 35 and 40 years old, whom I will simply call <unk>Father L<unk>, and the other was a cat seminarian trainee, a Brazilian, whom I will simply call <unk>seminarista J<unk>, who was a tall, very thin man, had lovely bright green eyes, and he must have been 25/30 years old. Returning to my account, when I peeped in I was afraid that they would see me and I backed away, but I saw that the sacristy was dark because the lights were off and there was no window, but the parson's office had a window facing the street, and so it was full of light, although no one could see them, because the windows were translucent and only let the light through. I realized that I could observe without being observed and I allowed myself to appreciate everything that was going on there. My grandmother was sitting on the couch, naked from the waist up and with the skirt up to the waist. Underneath she was wearing a tiny lace panties, socks up to the thighs and a leather belt, all black. Father L. was on his knees between my grandmother's legs, sucking and licking her vagina and seminarian J. (that delicious cat who was filling me with horny) was with one foot on the floor and the other leg resting on the back of the couch, with his stick in my grandmother's mouth and his hands on her breasts. Even at the age of fifty-eight, my grandmother was still a beautiful woman, very attractive and desirable and took great care of her appearance. She went to the hairdresser every week and had long smooth hair, painted in coppered blond and wore her nails always very well treated and painted in soft colors. Her eyes were light brown, the color of honey. Her mouth was wide, with fleshy lips, always painted in a bright red. She had some wrinkles on her face, but she disguised them very well with a soft makeup. Her breasts were voluminous, with long and salivating breasts, which had already nursed my father and my aunt Isaura, but were not much smaller. She had a large tail, a little round and pointed and (she) dresses herself. Her nails were always very well treated and painted in soft colors. Her hair was smooth, the color of honey. Her mouth was wide, with fleshy lips, always painted in a bright red. She had some wrinkles on her face, but she disguised them very well with a soft makeup. Her breasts were voluminous, with long and salivating breasts, which had already nursed my father and my aunt Isaura, but were not much smaller. She had a large tail, a little round and a little pinched, and she wore nothing. She had a big tail. Her nails were smooth, painted with coppered with coppered with coppered with coppered blond, and she wore nothing. Her nails were very thin. They switched positions. My grandmother was four, Father L. stood in front of her and offered her his dick to suck and the seminarian J. stood behind her and started fucking her like a dog. I was amazed because I thought that ladies of my grandmother's age only made love in the missionary position, but my grandmother wasn't even making love. Yes, she was fucking like a real whore. But the best was yet to come. A few minutes later, Father L. sat down on the couch, my grandmother mounted him with his dick firmly in her vagina and the seminarian J. sat behind her again and began to fuck her ass. I was paralyzed looking at that scene without blinking. I had heard about women doing double penetration, but I thought that only happened in pornographic films. However, there I was watching, live and in color, with natural sound, in the first audience. And the star was my beloved grandmother Matilde. Before being double-penetrated, my grandmother only moaned and whispered small muffled sounds of pleasure, because she was almost always with her mouth occupied, first with the cock of the seminarian J. and then with Father L., but during the double penetration she moaned and shouted like the real whore she was becoming and even called things by their respective names. I heard her uttering dirty and ordinary phrases, such as: "Fuck me all assholes"; "You like my asshole asshole?... so fuck her, go"; "Go dog... fuck that whole thing". If I didn't hear it, I wouldn't believe that my grandmother would be able to utter those words. The double penetration lasted a good 15 minutes, until "Father L". screamed and became inert; he had just ejaculated inside my grandmother's vagina. "Seminarian J". spent another five minutes pumping his stick into my grandmother's ass, until finally he pulled the stick out and had an overwhelming orgasm, pouring all the sperm into my grandmother's back, buttocks, and the groin of her ass. I left the church immediately, so that they wouldn't catch me there watching them, and when I got outside, I got on my bike and left quickly, and I wandered around the village for a while, and I couldn't get the images of my grandmother being fucked by two priests out of my head, and every time I thought about my grandmother being double-penetrated, I felt a tingle in my vagina, because my grandmother seemed to be all comforted and delighted with a stick in her vagina and the other one in her ass, and I decided that I had to try it as soon as possible, no matter what the cost. I walked by the church again, and I walked in, and my grandmother had recovered, and she was doing the flower arrangements for the church, and I asked her if I could help her, and she happily said yes, and she taught me how to do the arrangements, and she was in such a good mood, as if nothing had happened, and she seemed very happy. At lunch there was me, my grandmother, my aunt Isaura and Hilário (my grandmother's black employee). We had lunch quietly, almost in silence. I looked at my grandmother, who had a permanent smile on her lips. She seemed delighted and I felt happy for her, but I also felt some envy of the pleasure she had felt in the morning. At a certain point, I looked at my aunt, and I had the feeling that I had detected some complicit cross-eyes between her and Hilary, and I was curious to see if they weren't fucking each other, and I decided I had to find out. My grandmother always used to take a nap after lunch; she got up and said that she was going to go to bed and take a nap. Hilary said that he was going to clean up the stables; he got up and headed for the exit, but when he reached the door he turned back and again exchanged a look full of complicity with my aunt. I pretended to yawn, stretched out and asked my aunt: - Aunt, do you want me to help you set up the kitchen? My aunt answered: You look tired, go to your room and get some rest while I clean the kitchen. I was not tired at all. I was even quite excited after what I had enjoyed in the church and now I was full of curiosity about my aunt and Hilary. I locked myself in my room and ran to the door but left the holes open. Then I stood by the window looking through the holes. My room was at the back of the house and from the window you could see my grandmother's pool, the garden surrounding the pool and further back you could see the stable. I still saw Hilary entering the stable. I kept looking out the window, and about half an hour later I saw my aunt go out and walk towards the stable. I hadn't set foot outside the window and I didn't notice that Hilary had gone out; my aunt was walking towards the stable; and that exchange of glances. There was something there! I was all trembling with anxiety and I just wanted to run over there and see what was going on, but I thought it would be better to wait a bit and give them some time. I waited about 20 minutes, and then I walked to the stable, and the gate was bolted shut, and I opened it quietly, and I looked in. I didn't see them, but I heard moaning sounds, and I had no doubt that they were fucking, but I didn't see them. The stable was divided into six horse stalls, but only four were occupied, and the other two were empty. I looked through the bars of one of them -- it was empty. I looked through the other one, and I saw Hilary lying on his back on a quilted blanket on the floor, and my aunt caved in on him. They were both naked, but my aunt had a skirt that was up to her waist and she had a threaded panties that were pulled away. She was on her back, and I could appreciate it. I frantically jumped into the foreground and put Hillary's toothpick on top of him to be swallowed by my aunt. It was too much. In the morning my grandmother with two priests and now my aunt with my grandmother's black servant. Unconsciously, I put a hand between my legs and began to rub my little cricket, which was throbbing with erection. I really needed to get a good fuck urgently. I had not yet appreciated Hilary's body well because he was always dressed in work clothes, usually with gardeners and rubber boots. Now that I was seeing him naked, I saw that he was very attractive. He was tall, thin and had a muscular body. I'm not going to describe my aunt's body because it was a replica of my grandmother's body, with the only difference being that my aunt was taller and thinner, had firmer breasts and no sagging, had a muscular body because she did fitness, yoga and swimming, and had more tattoos than my grandmother: she had something that looked like a Chinese character on the bottom of her back, just above her buttocks; she had two cupids, one on each buttock, facing each other; she had a cat next to a shoulder plate, and she had a butterfly just like my grandmother's sitting on top of her pubic hair, which, just like my grandmother's, was shaved with just a small triangular tuff. They were preparing to change their position and I stooped down so they wouldn't see me. The room next to where they were was empty and I went over there. The partition was higher and I could stand up without them seeing me, but I had to put something on the floor to get on top and be able to see them. Because it was empty, Hilary stored bundles of straw there to make a bed for the horses. I put two bundles next to the wall and climbed on top of them. There I could see better, because from a higher perspective. My aunt was four years old, and Hilary would fuck her like a dog. He'd pull her firmly by the hips and throw his hips forward, shoving his dick hard into her cunt, with the balls hitting her vaginal lips. My aunt would look back with a gasping look and shoot his tail at his legs, shouting out words, encouraging him to fuck her hard. Several times I saw Hilary take his dick out of my aunt's cunt and point it at her ass, but she'd always run away and then grab his dick with one hand and shove it back into her pussy. The last time he tried to do it, I heard her say to him, That's only for my husband. And they went into a frenzy, and I saw Hilary pulling his dick out of my aunt's vagina, and a long line of jets of sperm gushed out of the tip of his dick and spread all over my aunt's back, and the last of the jets fell on her ass, and Hilary spread the sperm by rubbing the tip of his dick in the groin of my aunt's ass. I got out of the hay bales and hid behind the small pile of hay that was stored there. Shortly afterwards my aunt said goodbye to Hilary at the entrance of the stable. They hugged and kissed for a long time and Hilary rubbed his hands on her ass. He looked a little sad because she didn't give him his ass and she said to him: I promise, when I feel ready, I'll let you fuck my ass. I felt sorry for him and at the same time I trembled with excitement at the thought that I had. I decided at that moment that I was going to give him my ass. I was dressed in a pink sweatshirt and a denim jacket on top; a denim miniskirt (so short that when I folded my waist it showed my panties) and underneath I had a tiny pink flannel panties and transparent glass tights. I came out of my hiding place, I stood at 4 with my tail turned out and waited for the car to come back into the Hilbulo stable. A few moments later he came in and passed me without seeing me, heading for the accommodation where my aunt was fucking. I called him: - Hilary! The next moment he appeared at the entrance of the lodge where I stood, still naked and with his mouth open. - Thank you, thank you, thank you. I had a good laugh and asked him jokingly: - What do you want? He didn't seem to hear me and said, - What are you doing here, Miss Grace? I ignored his question and asked him again: - Do you want it or not? He remained silent for a few moments, looking at me with a serious air, then he approached me and, with a malicious smile, asked: - You've been spying on me with your aunt and now you're all horny, aren't you? He was naked with his dick in front of my face. I'd never seen a black man's dick before and just looking at him I felt a tingling sensation in my vagina. It was withered and dropped. I picked it up and it immediately started to grow in my hand. I spit on its little head and sucked it. I felt it grow in my mouth. It wasn't as big as those freckles that many blacks have, nor was it much thicker than those that I'd been fucked by, but it was longer... it must have been about 20 centimeters. I masturbated and, looking into his eyes with a provocative air, I asked him again: - You haven't answered me yet. He answered me with another question: - What do you want to give me anyway? - I want to make fun of you and give you what my aunt denied you. He got down on his knees behind me, pulled my miniskirt up to my waist, pulled my pantyhose down and shrugged me off, stuck his stick up my asshole drain over my panties, grabbed me by the hips, and as he rubbed my ass, he said, It's not as good as your aunt's yet, but I think it'll be better than hers when you grow up. I felt a shiver of pleasure all over my body, and I rolled my tail around his dick and I said, - It's all yours if you want it. He got up and helped me up and then pulled me into the room where my aunt and I were staying, and as soon as we got in, he got me down on my knees, he put me on all fours, and he got down on his knees behind me and stuck his mouth on my little pussy, sucking me all up like there was nothing else in the world, and he stuck his tongue up my pussy, and then he slid it down my asshole, and when I felt his tongue touch my asshole, my whole body shivered, and he realized that I was in ecstasy, and when he stuck his tongue up my asshole, I shivered out of control, and I screamed my first orgasm of the afternoon, - Oh, that tongue... in my ass... I'm coming... I can't take it... I'm comingooo... ooohhhh... He stood behind me, stuck his stick in my pussy and penetrated me, but it didn't go all the way in, and he said, - Oh, honey, you're still so tight. It won't fit all the way in. - But I want it all... put it all... oooohhhh... (I said moaning). He pulled his stick out of me and told me to lie on my back. He lifted my legs up and put them on my shoulders, and I was in an almost acrobatic position, with my vagina all open. He pressed the tip of his stick against the edges of my vagina and penetrated me gently, but the last three inches of his stick were still outside. It was as if the tip of his stick was hitting a barrier inside my vagina. So as I was doing shuttlecock movements, he started asking me trivial questions, such as, "Who took my virginity?" or "Did I ever fuck anyone?" And in the middle of the third question, he threw his stick at me with such force that I felt such intense pain, as if something new had been torn out of me. It was as if I was losing my virginity, and I pulled: - What are you talking about? He kissed me long, muffling my cry. I wrapped his shoulders in my arms and pulled him to me. He put his tongue in my mouth and I sucked it delightfully with a sigh. From time to time there were heard some snarls of the horses and mules, mixed with our whispers and moans muffled with pleasure: I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. The pain I felt at first was fading away and was supplanted by pleasure, and unconsciously I opened my legs as wide as I could and wrapped them around Hilary's waist, pulling him toward me, his dick all the way into my pussy and the balls hitting hard on the eye of my ass, and every time he went for it I would scream, - Oh, that's so fucking good. It makes me shit all over. It makes me fuck all over. I squeezed his waist tightly between my legs and began to roll over as he pumped his dick into my pussy, and it didn't take long for my whole body to be jolted by the spasms of another orgasm more intense than the previous one: - I'm coming to you... ooohhhh... He got off me and lay down on the blanket next to me and I knew right away that he wanted me to ride him and I didn't beg. I climbed on him and I grabbed his dick, which was all wet with my vaginal fluids and so stuffy that it looked like it was going to burst. I masturbated him a little bit and then I pointed my little head at the buttons of my vagina and I buried myself in it. I was so lubricated that it all went into my vagina without any difficulty. I rode him at a mind-blowing pace, and the sound of my butt pounding on his thighs echoed throughout the stable: "Txap... txap... txap... txap"... I felt depraved, and I rode him full of greed, cursing and insulting him: - Here you son of a bitch... do you like to be fucked... so rough?... do you fucking like?... hereaaa... aaaahhhh... My name-calling caught up with him and he started hitting me hard on the ass, calling me the real bitch that I was: - Here you goat... do you like the black man's stick?... do you like his horse?... you're more whore... than your aunt... ride there you whore... Without stopping to insult me, he kept hitting me on the ass with one hand and with the other he stuck his index finger up my ass, making me come again: I can't take it any more. Come on. He pulled me off of him and put me on all fours, and I, knowing what he wanted, prepared to give him my ass. I put my head on the blanket, spread my legs wide and pushed my tail all the way up. He took the stick and started to brush with his little head on the groove of my ass. I was all drenched in fluids that flowed down my groove, as if I was all covered in oil. My ass was twitching with excitement and there was no way for him to make me angry. I decided to end that game. I grabbed his stick, pointed his little head at my neck and pushed his tail back hard. Then I felt his little head inside my neck and it was like he was holding me by the hips and he was shoving it violently into the other one. Maybe like some of my other tails, he was also pulling my tail all the way down my neck, while he wasn't in the groove of my tail, a few inches longer. I was all drenched with fluids that were flowing down my groove, as if I was covered in oil. My tail was twitching with excitement, and there was no way for him to make me angry. - Aaaaaahhhhhh... I'm coming... again... comeoooooo... oooooohhhhhhh... I'm coming with you. He was screaming like a madman: - Come on bitch... come on you goat... spit all your cow... All of a sudden, he pulled the stick out of me, and, pointing his little head at the eye of my ass, came pouring in, pouring out a series of jets of sperm that slid down my groin. When the last jet came out, my ass's eye was still blinking, - Are you all right? Consoled, I let myself fall and lay there, savoring the weight of Hilary on me, with his stick stuck up my ass, until it came out of me by itself. We spent Christmas as a family, and on the 26th my parents and my uncles left, but my brother, my girlfriend and my cousin James stayed at my grandmother's house, and I spent those days thinking about how to get fucked by the priests, until I had a brilliant idea and on the 27th I would make my wish come true. That will be the theme of my next story. Wait for me. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, please vote and comment. Thank you.