Just An Innocent Visit To My Aunt Led To Marathon Sexercise

have a prodigious passion for

African women. I love their style

and elegance, but above all else I

yearn for their beautiful black

bodies. They are so eminently

gorgeous and s*xval that my

c-ock stiffens whenever I see

them in the street or imagine

them in my mind.

My s*xval appreciation of African

womanhood began at the age of

eighteen. I had gone to stay with

Aunty Sarah in Lagos, Nigeria,

while my mother was attending

a business conference in Kenya.

Aunty Sarah was not my real

aunt, but I’d always known her

by that name. She and my mother

had been at university together

in England, and had remained

close friends throughout their

lives. Aunty Sarah was divorced,

thirty-nine, generous hips and

br-3asts, lovely face and a very

welcoming personality. Her home

was large and sumptuous, with

numerous bedrooms and eight

servants.

On my first day I rose early,

showered and went downstairs

to hunt for some food. I found

the kitchen and the cook

provided me with an excellent

breakfast. Just as I was clearing

my plate the intercom buzzed.

The cook answered it and then

informed me that Mrs Makeba –

Aunty Sarah – would like to see

me in her room. I was escorted

upstairs by Molly, one of the

maids, and led along several

thickly carpeted corridors. We

reached the room, the maid

knocked, and we were bidden to

enter.

Aunty Sarah was sitting up in

bed suckling her infant daughter.

“Ah, Peter, come in, come in.” She

said, with kindly authority.

“You’ve caught little Elizabeth at

her breakfast. Molly, please take

this greedy little girl to the

nursery, she’s had enough for

now.”

“Now Peter, take off your shoes

and come and sit beside me

while we discuss your itinerary

for the day.”

I was rather embarrassed at this

injunction, but felt excited and

aro-used at the sight of Aunty

Sarah’s large naked bre-asts, and

as I walked to the bed my pe-n!s

began to swell within my cotton

shorts.

She noticed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Peter.

I still think of you as a baby. Give

me a minute to get dressed and

then we can have a chat in the

drawing room.”

“Oh…no…no…er…don’t get

dressed on my account,” I

babbled, vainly trying to adopt an

air of sophisticated nonchalance.

Aunty Sarah smiled benignly at

my bungling attempt to appear

worldly wise. Then, in an attitude

of mock coyness, she placed her

hands over her nip-*ples and

simpered: “Well, young man, the

choice is yours, should I get

dressed or stay naked.”

“Oh, stay naked,” I gasped,

pleadingly, conscious that my

pretence at sophistication was

not compatible with an

uncontrollable ere-ction.

“Okay, Peter, take your things off

and get into bed, you can play

with me for an hour and then

we’ll travel into town to see my

cousin Venus.

I stripped, and slipped into bed

beside her, she cuddled me

gently and guided my hands

around her satin smooth body.

My ere-ction ached deliciously as I

touched and explored her

private, intimate places.

“Now, Peter, would you like to

fv-ck or svcck, or both? My br3-asts

are very rich in baby milk so you

can suckle me for a while and

then fv-ck me later. Is that okay?”

“Oooh, yes,” I groaned deliriously,

“let me sx-ck your br3-asts.”

She sat up and offered her right

br3-ast to my eager mouth; her

n!p-ple was firm between my

tongue and palate as I imbibed

her sweet creamy fluid. She

reached down with her left hand

and caressed my engorged

p3n!s. My heart pounded as her

fingers expertly teased me into a

state of intense erotic

excitement. She moved me to her

left br3-ast and began to w@nk

me more quickly, rhythmically

working my fore skin back and

forth over my knob head. The

sensation was exquisite,

overwhelming; I was desperate

to ejacv|ate.

She realised I was going to

org-asm and suddenly stopped

her ministrations. “Oh, no, not yet

my beautiful white boy. Now you

must fv-ck me.”

Aunty Sarah slid down the bed

and parted her thighs. I knelt

before her and raised her knees

towards her chest to give me

ease of access. Her pudend-vm

was plump and inviting, and

extravagantly surmounted by a

forest of tight black curls. I

placed a forefinger inside her

moist slit and began to massage

her c|it0ris hood with my thumb.

She responded with a sharp

intake of breath, and voiced her

approval in hoarse whispers of

encouragement.

“Good boy…oh yes…good

boy…oooh that is so nice…do it to

me…do it to me…” She paused to

catch her breath, and then

resumed with a terse command:

“Fv-ck me!”

I obeyed instantly, slipping my

burning ere-ct!0n into her wet,

awaiting gash. She shuddered

and m0-aned softly. I withdrew to

the entrance and pushed in

again. I repeated the action,

embedding myself deep within

her body. She lifted her legs to

my shoulders and exhorted me

to fv-ckk harder.

“Come on my darling Peter, fv-cck

your Aunty…fv-ckme hard…fv-ckk

me like a good boy…oh yes, that’s

right, you’re doing it properly

now…harder…faster…fv-ckk me

good…oooh, keep fv-ckk!ng… don’t

stop…”

I fv-ckked with fierce, vigorous

thrusts, exulting in our s3xval

intimacy. Her breathing increased

to a rapid panting, she was on

the threshold. I fvckked harder

and deeper, my body flushed

with a hot tide of delicious

pleasure. The tension in my lo!ns

was unbearable, I had to come –

but Aunty got there first. Her cvnt

clenched in an org-@smic spasm

as her body shivered with

delight. I followed immediately,

withdrawing in the act of

ejacv|ation – hot gushes of thick,

white spunk streaking across her

br3-asts and face. She smiled, and

licked her cvmm splattered lips.

“Very commendable, Peter,” she

said, as I lay panting at her side.

“And you taste nice too,” she

added. “Right, come on now

young man, you can give me a

rub down in the bath and then

we’ll visit my cousin Venus. You’ll

like her – 

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