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HER BREASTS WERE SO FIRM, SHE NEVER HAD CHILDREN, SHE WORSHIPPED BLACK MEN
My aunt Betlin was visiting me at Linden, a densely populated mainly African town, 150 miles from my ancestral coastal home, for a week in February 1978 and I was going to be home alone, as my flat mate Jamsey had gone to Mahaica to visit relatives there while on leave. My barren aunt said that she was honoured to care for me that week. I told her I was delighted at her generosity and that it would offer us an opportunity to bond just like old times. The first night, having cleaned the house all day, she noticed I was tense and asked why. I told her I had a difficult day at the plant and that I was fine. She then asked what I could do to relax, to which I replied, "Sex would be great, but I guess that's not happening in this god forsaken town".
You have to understand that this was in no way an appropriate comment considering the relationship I have with my aunt all my life, but it expressed my feeling of frustration. It was intended to be humorous. However, she responded, "what would you need exactly?" Now, my aunt was good-looking 46 year old woman whom I've always admired, having never breast fed a child, she had the firmest breasts in the village. I often masturbated in the bathroom, thinking what she did with Mr Barclay, the huge nigger who opened and closed the Seal Well village koker, once a week at her farm when he paid a courtesy call on her, in the absence of, and with the tacit approval of, her husband. So this question made me a bit uneasy.


I responded somewhat sheepishly, "you know auntie; just a pump to make me cum will suffice". To my shock, she said, "Would you like me to do it with my hand, foot or breasts?" I thought how vogue for a woman with so little education. But then I remembered that she started playing with boys from the neighbouring nigger yard at the age of 12. Being stretched by virile well endowed studs at such a tender age her womb developed scars leading to her infertility. Within a few moments my pants were down and she was giving me a hand job on the settee. As excited as I was, I couldn't climax and she could see I was getting frustrated. At that point she looked at me and said, "boy like this wuk bruck you up, if you put it inside me you think it gun speed things up?" Somehow I managed to nod and before I knew it, she was taking off her dress and panties and lying back on the couch. After fingering her well-stretched glory hole for a moment to lube her up I asked if she wanted me to cum on her stomach or if she prefer I get a cloth to wipe up. She laughed loudly and told me not to worry about it. When I asked what she meant, she replied, "just let go every drop inside me, it's not like me go get pregnant, you know me barren, and pon top of dat, dem nigger men a drill me deep and hard regularly and me no mek dougla picknee yet in ten years!"

That was all I needed to hear. I plowed into her cavernous pussy and, after about 15 strokes, blew my waters deep in her pokey. She then got dressed and went into the kitchen to cook roti, working with such dexterity and fluidity as if nothing had happened or she was a regular at such extra-marital liaisons. After dinner I asked how she was able to get up from an explosive orgasm, which bordered on convulsion, and get to work immediately while I spent 25 minutes recuperating, she replied “boy just say I was very well lubricated with a superior lubricant”. The next day, having come from work and shared a double-rum and coke with her, I got bold and asked if we could do it again, to which she replied “boy like you badly need a wife, a gat to find you one, OK me go help out one more time!!” and we did. On the third day, brimming with confidence, I asked if I could fuck her in the ass. It took some convincing (I told her that auntie Kumsee, Auntie Irene and auntie Rampat let me bugger them there all the time). She eventually gave in, out of curiosity I assumed or the mere thought of being dirty with utmost freedom hundreds of miles away in a Negroid environment from the hen-pecked liberal husband. After applying generous coconut oil I slid the cock in effortlessly. To my amazement, she whimpered only slightly as her ass took my whole cock with ease, swallowing it all the way to the balls. I can only assume that Barclay and Allado, the mute black, lover, tried it there many times before, thus permanently damaging the elasticity of the orifice. As I thrusted deep and hard, I tried to synchronise my strokes with gentle squeezes of auntie Betlin’s rubbery breasts. As a reflex action, she tightened her sphincter muscle which in turn milked the rock-hard cock to the point of ejaculation. Being a gentleman, I asked her permission to cum in her ass, to which she agreed saying “boy sperm is a scarce commodity, don’t waste it, doctors and scientists say it contains a special chemical called HAAR MOAN that is good for blood pressure!!!” After five minutes, I shot what felt like a gallon of steaming hot, viscous cum deep in her ass screaming “ayeee sweeet mamma!!!”.


Upon pulling out, I admired the end product of my days work, as my cum slowly began oozing from her gaping asshole in sluggish jerks, punctuated as she contracted, synonymous to lava oozing out of an erupting volcano. This description was later going to be a great sexual arousal phrase that I used when she was feeling depressed. Needless to say, it was a great week. In all, I made six deposits, four in her pussy and two in her ass. She became addicted, as a result, every month-end when I visited Palmyra, she came and spent many hours chatting, reminiscing about how that week was her happiest in her life, and it will be such a waste not to relive those glorious moments. She will suggest that I grab the Vaseline bottle and meet her in Nanee fowl pen…well the rest is history, we spent many enjoyable hour bonding in there doggy-fashioned, while inhaling pungent chicken manure, a catalyst for testosterone secretion. We carried out our clandestine affair without a single family member finding out…..the legacy of plantation life I suppose!! She was undoubtedly my Favourite aunt. May her soul RIP?
11 comments

anonymous readerReport

2013-07-30 20:12:15
Another aunty again this great keep it comming

anonymous readerReport

2011-12-25 14:51:58
most of the stories not true it is imagination

anonymous readerReport

2011-05-29 07:39:45
Yeah recompense for when Betlin abused him as a kid that evening after dinner...well done boy!!!! FUCK THE COOLIE BITCH UP HER CAVERNOUS ASS, AND LET HER SUCK THE SHIT OFF THE MESSY COCK AFTERWARDS.....THE WHORE DESERVES IT!!!

anonymous readerReport

2011-05-17 05:00:05
what is society becoming????? pray to Allah and repent guys!!!!!!

anonymous readerReport

2011-05-11 23:33:55
Incest was a part of everyday life in such primitive societies

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