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David was my first Aboriginal Black/Brown cock sex

I was sixteen and my b*****r was twelve that summer. We were living in Perth in Australia back then, and had moved across country, into the outback, up by Alice Springs, where daddy’s work as a surveyor, for an Oil Company, saw him leave us for days on end, to see out our days in the heat.

We had some house servants, who were aboriginal, and one woman in particular, was our surrogate mother, and her son, who was in his twenties, was tasked with assuring our safety from the wildlife, and the environmental effect, like overexposure to the blistering heat.

He was as ugly as sin, but there was something about his aura, that gave me goosebumps, and made the hairs on my neck stand. He had a relaxing effect on my temperamental volatility, especially when my time of the month was upon me, with the heat and the boredom.

My poor little b*****r was left confused with my hot and cold temperament, my yearning for the cooler climates of Northern Europe, the parties, and the men. Funny that all the time I was spending with only my b*****r and this aboriginal guy David, I somehow did not equate either as a man, especially David, who was always just wearing a rag to cover his genitals, not that I was looking, well on occasions I did look, out of curiosity of course.

‘Lets go walkabouts’, said David one day?

‘What’s that’, asked my little b*****r?

‘You two go’, I retorted, ‘I’m going the sunbathe today’, David’s mother had gone into Alice to do some shopping and would be away for most of the day, I was planning to top up an allover tan, we would be going home in less than three weeks, and I suddenly had this compunction to get an allover tanned look about me.

David’s smile was huge, I think he had inherited his teeth from a horse, they were disproportionately large for his face, and when he laughed, his tongue would pop out, like those Maori’s from New Zealand do when they do their Hakka, it was rather long and snake like.

I left them both discussing their proposed walkabout and went outside into the baking hot sun, and lay down by the pool, and soon thoughts of home back in cooler Scotland clouded my thoughts, and I set my timer, an old clockwork timer from the kitchen, to 15 minutes, my maximum cooking time, on either side, before diving into the pool and covering up for skin protection.

I was already topless, comforted by the knowledge I was alone in the house, and as I lay on my front, I decided to tan my derriere, and reached down and undid both ties of my bikini shorts, and eased them from under me, and immediately felt the sun’s warmth on my bared backside.

The timer clock went off, and I rolled over, luxuriating and basking in the sun’s rays, when I was started by the sound of someone diving into the pool beside me.

I sat up and saw my b*****r walking towards to diving board, on the other side of the pool. and then David, who had already entered the pool, surfaced, and was swimming to the pools edge, to where I was lying.

My nakedness and my mad attempt to cover up was really a pointless thing, both had had sufficient time to look at me, that’s when I felt an inner warmth greater than the suns output, warming my skin.

To my shame, I had only recently put myself on a plinth for someone like David to worship, my alabaster whiteness contrasting with Davids dark hues, conflicted with my Anglo Saxon, Celtic vanity of superiority, of mixed races and their places within society, there was something about coloured men being with white women for sexual purposes, that excited girls back home at school, for me, a black penis moving in and out of my vagina, never failed to excite, seeing a black cock coated with the sheen of internal lubrication, meant many things on many levels.

David was at the poolside, less than a meter from where I lay, ‘Nice body Emma girl’, he said in his broken Aussie accent, what David could not see, was what was happening between my thighs, as a consequence of being naked in front of him.

‘Cheeky blighter’, ran through my feverish brow, being caught naked by some black guy, was stirring my juices, perhaps this was all a mental picture being built over the last four years, and being brought to fruition, at an opportune moment, most girls want to be caught, but never admit to wanting to, but that was all in the past, David’s eyes were focusing on those bits normally hidden in decency, and those bits, understandably, were showing their appreciation, by standing up, like David’s cock should be, otherwise I would be very disappointed.

‘Stop staring’, I meekly protested, keeping my voice low so my b*****r would net hear.

‘Can I rub you’?

‘What’, what a wonderful idea, flashed through my mind, as I groaned inwardly, at the thought, ‘With suntan lotion’, he replied, with his huge grin, ‘what did you think I meant’, he retorted.

I blushed, a Freudian slip on my part, I’m sure David could see my thigh muscles flexing, screaming to be oiled, just to feel his fingers probe higher and hover around my genital area, this really would be a focus point to brag about back home with my girlfriends.

‘As long as you behave yourself David’.

I was aching, and I wanted to see if David had an erection, after all, how many naked white girls had David seen, let alone oil down?

He emerged from the water and did not disappoint, he was rock hard and sticking way out in front, his dick was dirty brown, with a bright pink glans, just like Baboons, or whatever a****l we saw pictures off in Biology classes.

David knelt over my thigh and splashed it with pool water, I reached down to brush it off, and touched his cock in the process, ‘David’, I mock protested, ‘don’t put that thing on my skin’, his laugh was contagious, I could not help myself, seeing and feeling one so close, delighted me, as I turned onto my side, to watch my b*****r, offering my pert posterior, in the fetal mode, David was confronted with my ass, and my moist pussy, in perfect alignment to his cock.

He placed his hand on my bony protruding hip bone, and I moved towards his slightest hint of direction, feeling the glans of his cock touch my swollen labia, I pushed back into him, and gasped, as he started to hump me, lying there, wanting to be taken.

Being David’s teen lover had not gone unnoticed, my b*****r could see the intimacy and kept his eyes averted, he knew David and I were shagging, and I was a bit noisy towards the end, apparently, I am just as noisy when I masturbate, he was to inform me many years later, during one of the awkward times when room doors were never a barrier to our most intimate of times, I have during some d***ken nights, given my b*****r a hand job, to cool down his ardour, when I shared a bed with him.

d***k Granddaughter meets d***k Grandfather

There is nothing like an old mans dick to bridge the second generation gap. The size of that bridge, is the length of his cock, as I found out one late Friday night.

I can claim mitigating circumstances, but I wont, I was up for a bit of fun, and Granddad, did not disappoint. But there was a little bit more to this story of accidental penetration, the oiling of the offending organ had been done an hour earlier, Granddad, just finished off what the previous occupant had failed to complete, but as everything was accidental, no one really can conveniently tell the truth, in fact, I can’t be sure if anything really happened.

We had cracked open the first of many bottles of Champers at lunch time, Christmas Eve holiday festivities had begun, and soon photocopies of our arses were being circulated some with knickers wedged between cheeks, and some, including my own, with swollen labia and a smudge on the glass, to indicate vaginal secretions, nobody knew whose was who, just that some of us ditched our last cotton defence, I was up for a shag, and I got one, in the pub toilets at 10 o’clock, by then I was smashed out of my skull, and giving the taxi driver a blow job, before reaching my grandparents home, in Musselburgh, and home to my horny Grandfather.

It was past twelve when I rather noisily staggered in, full of festive cheer. Tiny flakes of snow were falling, so Christmas would be white this year, only my sole was darker, as Granddad, undressed me in the spare room.

I was a young woman of twenty by now, so taking my clothes off, was a different experience from when he last did it, back then I was five, what would granddad think when he saw my boobs, and my pubic haute coiffure, he was pulling everything off, and with my knickers lying beside the copy machine back in the office, he was going to see me as a woman for the first time, not to mention the unprotected sex deposit, a two hours old cream-pie, oozing from my tight pussy.

‘I love you Granddad’, I confessed, as I pulled him down on top of my naked form, squirming with lust, unfinished business from my last, or was that second last, I still could not focus on the taxi driver that dropped me off, but right now, lying naked on a bed, I was up for some in and out nightcap, and reaching down between us and grabbing Granddad’s erection, eased him inside an already open and semen oiled hole, Granddad’s cock did the trick, and I slept soundly with a smile on my face.

Of course the next morning was all forgetfulness, and empty promises to never let another drop pass my lips. But what lips was I referring too, and what drop could that be, any ideas?

Updated: October 21, 2016 — 1:29 pm

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