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This was not how Bill had envisioned his weekend. As
he approached the house, he thought of how he had just recently blacked out
Ashley and had been looking forward to a weekend full of fucking her in his
currently empty house. Ashley has developed the biggest tits in school over the
last few months, and it has taken Bill just an afternoon to seduce her once he
set his mind on it. Bill had to stop thinking of the titty fucking he had
enjoyed that afternoon so that he did not have a hard on when he knocked on his
aunt’s door. Instead, he started to think of how he could enjoy the weekend.
The work probably would not be too strenuous, and it was possible he could
finish it in one day. Of course, he could always enjoy the company of his aunt
Tracey as well. This thought caused his dick to stiffen again, so he tucked it
in his elastic as he knocked on the door.



Tracey’s heartbeat quickened as she heard the knock.
Before arriving at the door she stopped to look in the mirror and ensure that
everything was in place. She knew this was stupid. She had known Bill since he
was 11 years old and she married his uncle Bob. Still, in the last seven years
he had become a big and, she decided to admit it to herself, sexy man. She
applied some mascara to give her deep blue eyes a saucer like appearance. She
knew there was no sexual attraction between them… even though he was so big and
sexy and SO so so black… because she was his aunt. She was 12 years older, had
known him since he was a k**, and she was happily married to his uncle, she
told herself. She applied gloss to give her lips a pink sheen. She had always
taken tremendous pride in appearance she told herself. All of this primping was
not to impress her incredibly sexy black nephew… even if she had always lusted
after black men.,. it was just how she always prepared. She checked her ass in
the mirror. Good, bubbly as usual. She was ready to open the door.



Bill was getting tired of waiting. He was
alternating between damning his parents, away on yet another Christian mission
to Africa, for threatening to cut off his car payments if he did not help his
aunt around the house, and thinking of all that he could “help” his aunt with around
her house. He would never want to hurt his uncle, but his sexual desires
usually trumped all else. He knew that his aunt was not a realistic conquest
however, as she seemed happily married to his uncle for the past seven years.
Still, Bill knew that if the chance ever arose, he would not be able to stop
himself from taking his aunt. Just as the sexual thoughts began to dominate his
thinking, she opened the door.



Bill immediately ceased damning his parents. Tracey
greeted him at the door looking incredible. Her shoulder length blonde hair was
immaculate as always. Bill was confident that she dyed it, but you could not
tell just from looking. Her deep blue eyes, truly beautiful and surrounded by
expertly curled eyelashes, looked at him excitedly. She flashed him a full
smile, surrounded by glossy pink lips, that caused him to grin himself. Her
round face gave her a look of innocence that Bill found irresistible in white
girls. She was wearing short, tight black workout shorts that showcases her
large, round ass. That ass had always captivated Bill, even since he was 11
years old. He was glad that his aunt’s
recent running, an activity that she had taken up with his uncle Bob, had not
left her as scrawny as it had left him. If anything, her spherical ass was now
tighter. This effect was helped by the pink high heel shoes that were ever
present with his aunt Tracey. Always a fashionista, she wore heels at every
opportunity. Her silky pink top had a neck so wide that one bare shoulder was
always visible. The outline of her C cup breasts was also visible, as Bill
thought that running had only improved his aunt. As he admired his aunt’s form,
she pulled him in for the obligatory kiss.



Tracey was so glad her in-laws had sent her nephew
over as she opened the door. In addition to the work that needed to be done,
she would enjoy the eye candy that Billy was obviously meant to be, she
playfully thought to herself. Her nephew had been 6’5 for years, but she still
never associated him with the giant black man before her. Billy was wearing a
white tshirt that showed off the impressive musculature that he had developed
in the last few years. Tracey noted that her husband’s physique, which was
certainly not bad, would have been lost in such a shirt. On Bill however, it
showed off the muscular bulges she found to be typical of black men. Tracey
thought that Bill’s light blue shorts were somewhat shorter than typical
teenager length… long enough to hide whatever he had in there… although nothing
scandalous. Tracey had never seen a person with darker skin than Bill, who
really was basically black except for a slight brown hue. His features were
traditionally African, large and overpowering in the nose and lips… and
definitely in other places… and she had to admit, he was quite handsome.



Instead of standing there admiring her nephew Tracey
decided it was best to greet him. At 5’5, and wearing heels, she was able to
reach up to Bill’s neck and pull him down for the kiss that she had always
greeted him with since he was 11 years old. When he was a c***d he had resisted
the kiss and she had needed to bribe him, but as he grew older he became
accustomed to it. Tracey always kissed Bill to the side of his mouth, but on
this occasion she allowed the corner or her lips to kiss the corner of his.
This slight change, a few millimeters really, gave Tracey an almost electric
jolt in her lips. She decided that this was all in good fun she giggled to
herself, and besides, she needed a little excitement as her husband had left
her alone for the past two weeks while he was away on business.



“Hi Billy! Soooo glad you could come over here and
help your old Aunt.”



“No problem at all” Billy said as he worked to hide
the slight smile that his Aunt’s initial greeting had given him. He must have
subconsciously moved his lips so that they would brush against each other, he
thought.



“When does Bob come back?”



“On Tuesday, thankfully. I will have to show you the
pictures he’s taken in New York so far. So beautiful!”



“Sounds good. Hopefully he brings you back something
nice” Bill was always impressed with his aunt’s bubbly personality. He knew
that she could be intense when she wanted something, usually a big discount at
a boutique of some sort, but her bubbly personality had made her his favourite
aunt by far. Well, he thought, that and her other bubbly parts.



“Oh I’m sure that he will. I will tell him to get
you something nice too for helping your aunt out on this beautiful weekend!”



“That’s OK, it’s my pleasure to help you any way
that I can”



“Oh you’re so sweet!
I know you probably have a thousand girlfriends though”… lucky little
bitches…”but I will try to get you out of here as quickly as possible so you
aren’t couped up with your old aunt”



“Really it’s no problem. The girlfriends can wait”
he laughed “more than enough to go around for them. Besides, I always have fun
with my Aunt Tracey. No one has an aunt like mine. 29 going on 18.” This was
mainly true Bill thought. Although he had wanted to be home titty fucking
Ashley, he did always have fun with Tracey. She definitely was a ‘cool aunt’.



“Oh Billy!” said Tracey as she placed her hand on
his arm, pleased with the compliment. “Always such a charmer. No wonder there
are so many girls!” Tracey was talking about his charming personality clearly,
but also internally referring to the massive bicep she was gently stroking, one
of the many bulging muscles on her nephew. She had always founds burly black
men sexy as hell, but Billy put them all to shame she mused as she casually
stroked his bicep with her thumb and smiled up at him.



The ringing of the phone ended their little chat.
Tracey jumped to attention.



“I have to get that, it might be Bob!” Nothing wrong
with a little innocent flirtation Tracey thought as she walked toward the
phone.



Bill watched his aunt walk toward the phone and finally
got a good look at her ass. He was definitely ok with spending a little bit of
time with his aunt this weekend. He could watch that thing for three days
straight.



Tracey turned and looked at Billy before picking up
the phone. She noticed that he had been staring at her ass. She giggled to
herself. She worked hard to keep it round and firm, and there was no harm in
other people enjoying looking at it, even if it was her nephew. She hadn’t
really given him a choice anyway, she thought to herself, as these shorts pressed
and pulled her ass until it was all but impossible to avoid noticing it…
especially for big sexy black men… She hadn’t worn these shorts because they made
her ass look so sexy though, but because it was so hot out and because there
was work to be done. Yes, she told herself, that was it… and anything else was
a little bonus…



Bill decided to walk around the house while his aunt
was on the phone. She was a talker, so it may be quite a while before she is
off. Bill looked at pictures in the living room, including one of he and his
aunt when he was 11. He thought that his aunt was pretty at the time, and he
had to say that she looked better at 29 than she did at 22. Getting thicker in
the right places will do that, he laughed to himself. He walked down to his
aunt’s bedroom and thought back to the times when he would sneak in there just
to touch her underwear. She was the most attractive older woman that Billy
knew, and the thought of just touching her panties excited him. Billy had
stopped sneaking in there years ago however, as he has stopped fantasizing
about women at the very time that he started fucking them. Still, his aunt was
a fun, if unattainable, fantasy.



Bill heard that Tracey was on the phone talking to
her best friend Shannon and figured that he would be waiting for a while. He
decided to raid Tracey’s panty drawer for old times sake, and pulled out a
silky purple thong. This would have driven him crazy a few years ago. He laid
down on her bed and rubbed the fabric of the thong, thinking about its typical
contents and how the little string would fit snuggly inside that fine ass. Bill
did not want to get caught with his aunt’s thong in his hands, so he picked up
the phone to listen in for when her conversation ended. When the phone hung up,
he would put the thong back and report for work.



“… so Bob has been gone for two weeks? Nice sex
life. Are you crawling the walls yet girl?”



“Basically! Two weeks is an eternity. I’m used to
getting some every night. I’ve had to put my energy into other areas.”



“Like what? Finger aerobics?”



“Don’t be so gross Shannon! I’m horny, but I’m
waiting for Bob to come back. He is going to get the lay of a lifetime, I can guarantee
that. He had better be able to keep up…”



“Is he still ‘underperforming’ due to the running?”



“I guess, but that shouldn’t be a problem after the
big trip! I hope anyway…”



Bill had to smile. His aunt would be absolutely
mortified if she knew he could hear her. He had to figure that his uncle would
be too if he knew. Bill would never allow a woman as hot as his aunt to tell
her friends that he had underperformed. She would never have reason to. He was
brought back into their conversation when he heard his name



“…Billy is going to be helping around the house with
some chores. Heavy lifting, mowing the lawn and things like that.”



“Billy is the black one, right? How did he get in
your family again?”



“I told you this before. Bob’s sister and her
husband adopted him from Western Africa when he was a baby. They were on one of
their missions, as usual.”



“Oh yeah. He should be a good help then. Last time I
saw him he was way over 6 feet tall. Is he still a cutie?”



“Oh my gosh, he is massive now. He has muscles in
places that Bob doesn’t even have. So handsome too. He always has girls all
over him.”



“So there are still little mudsharks around town like
you!”



“Hey!”



“What?! There was like one black guy in town and you
dated him. Then we went away to university, and it was four years of jungle
fever. I still can’t believe you are with Bob and not some guy named Jamal!”



“ Shut up! You know that I have always been
attracted to black men, but I married Bob. I love him.”



“And why did you stop seeing black men? I really
doubt that you stopped being attracted to them.”



“Oh can we get off this topic? Black men are the
best in bed. Everyone knows that. But I love Bob. Can you imagine if I showed
up with a black baby? I would never live it down!” Tracey and Bob were now at the
point in their life that they were preparing to have a baby. He had been
struggling, despite their almost nightly love making.



“That would be hilarious, you racist!”



“OH MY GOD I am not, shut up!”



“I know I know! I’m just joking. No one who spent so
much time pleasuring so many black men could be racist against them. Why don’t
you just get a black lover to satisfy you though?”



“This conversation is so crude Shann! I love my
husband and I would never cheat on him!”



“Not even with a handsome black man with a big black
dick?”



“No, never. And besides, there aren’t even any black
men in this town.”



“Except for the big good-looking one in your house
right now. Are you telling me that you don’t miss black dick?”



“I love my husband.”



“You used to tell me how nothing could ever fill you
u…”



“GOODBYE Shannon!”



*Click*



Bill put the phone down and stood up. He waited for
his erection to go down slightly and took off his shirt. He knew what he had to
do.



Tracey was flustered as she hung up the phone. She
had not been touched sexually in weeks and was hornier than she could ever
remember. The last thing she needed was Shannon talking to her about big, black
cocks. She didn’t even know they should be called cocks and not dicks! It
wasn’t fair, she thought angrily to herself. Shannon has been with Tom since
high school. She never got to experience the pleasure of big black cocks. It
had been hard enough giving them up when she married Bob. Talking about them
after weeks without sex was torture. She was so happy with Bob… he can’t
satisfy me… Yes, she was happy with Bob. Their sex life was good… he can’t
match the black cocks I got used to… it was as good as she could expect. She
would never cheat on him, even if he wasn’t great in bed… black cock is so big
and amazing… even if there were black men in the area… there is one and he is
in the house…



“Let’s get to work, Trace”



Bill broke his aunt’s train of thought. She looked
surprised at the shirtless black man standing in front of her.



“Oh… oh… ye… yeah let’s get to work Billy!” Tracey
stuttered as she stared at her shirtless nephew. Billy really was built to be
shirtless, she
thought to herself. A shirtless, sexy black man is not what I need right now…
maybe it’s exactly what I NEED… in this horny state. She also thought that she
needed to get revenge on Shannon for doing this to her, but she didn’t yet know
what.



“What are we doing then? Mowing the lawn?”



“Yes, we need to do that. It’s as good a place as
any to start!”



Bill found the mower in the garage and primed it.
Tracey found her gardening tools and took them out as well. Bill then headed
behind the garage to do some pushups. He wanted to be sweaty while he mowed the
lawn.



“Well, I know it’s a lot but I’m really grateful”
Tracey said looking out at her extensive lawn upon his return.



“Not a problem at all” said Bill, as he set off to
his task.



Mowing a lawn had never been so easy, thought Bill,
as he watched his aunt working in the garden. Time flew as he watched her bend
over time and again to pull out weeds and plant seeds. It was only getting
better the closer he got, as his view of his aunt improved.



Tracey admitted to herself that she enjoyed watching
her nephew mow the lawn without his shirt, and was glad that her sunglasses
obscured this knowledge. The sun was shining off his hard black muscles and she
couldn’t help but admire them. She wished that Bob looked a bit more like his
nephew, but knew that it was out of the question for her to be married to, and
procreate with, a black man. It would have been a scandal in their area, and,
she wanted a baby who looked like her. She wished to herself that she had never
dated black men… or fucked them… so that she didn’t know what she was missing.
She could look though. And she did. She could also tease; just a little anyway,
she thought. Tracey made sure that her
nephew got a good look at his aunt’s posterior in her tightest shorts. Tracey
was impressed with her 29 year old physique, especially her ass… black men like
round asses… and was not going to hide it. Her gardening was getting slower as
Bill got closer and her staring increased.



As much as he enjoyed looking at his aunt’s ass,
Bill thought it was time to turn up the heat.



“Hey Trace, why don’t you take a break? I’m sure
you’ve been working hard all this time since Bob left. Why don’t you just sit
out and lounge while I finish up? Should take another hour or so.”



“Good idea Billy. Why don’t you go get the lounger
and I’ll get the drinks! You can take a break too if you like.”



“Nah, I’d like to get the work done. A drink would
be great though.”



Tracey went inside to get the drinks. Lemonade would
be good, she thought, and she put a little extra kicker in hers. She brought
the drinks out and delivered one to Bill.



“Thanks” said Bill as he put his head back and
slowly downed his drink.



Tracey could not stop hungrily looking at Bill as he
had his drink. Her nephew was even better up close. He was hard as a rock and
with the sun shining on his sweaty body he looked like an ebony god. She could
feel her crotch moistening just standing near him. Tracey shook her head and then
went to her lounger. She sat down and opened her book up to page 391.



That went well enough, Bill thought to himself. She
really does have a thing for black men, although he found that most local girls
did, when it came to him at least. He then remembered the next part of his
plan.



“Hey Trace, do you have any sunscreen? It’s pretty
hot out here. Don’t want to get burned.”



“Good idea Billy! I’ll go get some” Tracey said as
she ran inside.



Billy watched his aunt’s tight ass jiggle as she
went up the steps. Gotta love gravity, he thought to himself.



“Do you want to do me?” Bill said to Tracey upon her
return.



Tracey’s heart skipped a beat at this question.



“No… I’m..”



“Here then I’ll do you first” said Bill as he
squirted lotion into his hands and began rubbing it into his aunt’s shoulders.



Tracey was relieved at this event. She was also
quite impressed by the strength of her nephew’s hands on her shoulders… black
men know how to use their hands… As he moved down to her legs, she was very
happy that she had them waxed the previous day.



Bill was taking his time rubbing his aunt’s smooth
legs. She was toned, but not enough to obscure the womanly bulges in her lower
body. Bill also noted the pink thong straps that were poking above her shorts. Bill
also enjoyed being so close to his aunt’s ass. It seemed to come out directly
at him, without drooping toward the ground at all. It amazed him, considering
how round it was. After making sure that he covered every possible inch of his
aunt’s legs in lotion, Bill informed her that it was her turn.



Tracey thought to herself that Billy was really very
thorough… and great with his hands… and that she should return the favour for
him… it would be great to rub down every one of those black muscles…



“So you’re ready?” Billy asked his aunt, who seemed
to not be paying attention.



“Yep! Lotion me up!”



Tracey was even more thorough that Bill when it came
to applying lotion, and there was a lot more area to cover. She made him sit
down at first, just so she could reach his upper body… and really get to touch
that sexy body… in the name of efficiency. She didn’t want him to burn. While
straddling him, she allowed herself to enjoy applying the lotion to her chiseled
nephew. She did this in slow circular motions with both hands. He then stood up
so that she could rub his legs, which were also impressive… shame about those
damn shorts though… and were far more powerful than Bob’s, even though he was
an avid runner. She put her hands slightly up his shorts, just to make sure he
was protected in the event that his shorts rose a little… damn I can’t feel it…
and then was finished. All in all it had taken around 10 minutes.

Bill went back to mowing the lawn while his aunt watched
from behind her sunglasses. Tracey could not concentrate on anything other than
her nephew. It had been years she had touched a black man like that. She could
not stop thinking about touching that sexy black body. The powerful arms,
granite shoulders, rock hard abs all drove her crazy. The black men she had
been with were attractive, but could not compare to Billy. She wondered if they
could compare to Billy in other ways… I bet he has a massive cock… she knew
that Bob couldn’t. His 6 inch penis had been adequate the last few years, but
nothing amazing… I bet Billy’s is over 8 inches… at least not compared to what
she had before… and massively thick… Billy even had the sexiest skin she had
ever felt. So dark and smooth in a masculine way… I bet his cock is black as
night… like a luxurious leather that was meant to please her… I NEED to touch
him again… I LOVE my husband though… I WILL touch him again… I love my husband…
I WILL touch his big black cock… I love… I NEED IT… my husband.



“The stuff in the garage, right?”



Tracey was startled by her nephew’s question. She
had been transfixed by watching him at work and had gotten lost in her
thoughts. She was on the verge of orgasm and knew she had to stop thinking
those thoughts.



“Yeah Billy, the stuff in the garage if you don’t
mind. You’re so good to your Aunt!”



Not as good as I want to be, thought Bill. Not as
good as I might be, in fact.



“No problem at all. Shouldn’t take too long. Supper
after?”



“Sure sweetie! I’ll make you something good as
reward for all your hard work. First I’ll take a quick shower, and then I’ll
whip it up!”



“Sounds great.”



Billy watched his Aunt as she ran inside the house.
She had not said anything when he had stopped mowing multiple times and had to
restart the mower. He found that he had to frequently adjust himself to hide
his erection after running Tracey’s silky smooth legs and being so close to her
fine ass. Either she had an extra strong lemonade to drink, or she had gotten
caught up in the scenery. Billy knew that he had enjoyed the scenery she
provided, as his aunt spent the majority of his mowing time slowly rubbing her
legs together. Although Tracey’s ass was his favourite body part, he enjoyed
looking at her legs as well. Running had been good for them as they were not
especially skinny, but were definitely toned now. He also caught her occasionally
rubbing her
hand across her breast. He was sure that she did not intend it to appear
sexual, but it certainly did. He grinned to himself and thought that he may be
having an effect on her. He knew he would have his answer shortly after she
went into the shower.



Tracey knew that she needed a shower after the last
few hours. A cold shower. She was on the verge of orgasm from thinking about
her nephew, and she knew she needed to get her lust under control. As she
stripped in her bedroom, she noticed that her pink thong was soaked. Damn Bob
for leaving me without sex for so long she thought… and for not having a big
black cock… as she could never remember being so wet. She also noticed that her
pink nipples were bigger than she could ever remember.



After hopping in the shower, she felt herself
calming down. The cold water was doing its job. She began cleaning herself,
paying particular attention to her still-throbbing vagina. It felt good to
touch herself down there… not as good as black skin would… but she would wait
for Bob. She began shaving her pubic hair. She wanted her vagina to look as
pretty as possible. For when Bob comes home, she told herself. Even though he
won’t be home for days…Billy must like smooth white pussy… she would probably
not find the time in the next few days she assured herself.



Billy went into the house a few minutes after his
aunt. Once he heard her start up the shower, he headed down to her bedroom.
Once inside, he scanned the room for the object of his interest. He saw a thin
pink strap poking out from underneath the bed and picked it up. The thong from
before. It was soaking wet. Bill put the thong up to his face and smelled it.
Lust. There was no mistaking it. The thong was covered in his aunt’s lusty
vaginal juices. His aunt wanted him sexually, and judging by the wetness, she
wanted him badly. The seduction would continue.



Tracey finished her grooming and left the shower.
After drying herself, she admired herself in the mirror again. Her body could
compete with any skanky 18 year old, she thought. She turned and looked at her
ass. She couldn’t imagine any of the k**s at the high school could compete with
this. Plus she had experience… at pleasing big black cock… that no other girls
could compete with. She was definitely sexier than the girls that Billy dated,
she told herself confidently.



Bill put the thong in his pocket for later. He
strategically intercepted his aunt in the hallway as she exited the bathroom.



“Hey Trace, I couldn’t finish taking all the stuff
out of the garage. I must have pulled something in my back. Sorry” Bill lied as
he took in his aunt’s form in her towel. Now he knew that her breasts had not
shrunk since she took up running. She was no Ashley, but Tracey could
definitely give him more than a mouthful.



“Oh that stinks! That you hurt your back that is,
not that you couldn’t finish. Are you ok sweetie?” Tracey asked as her eyes
were reunited with her nephew’s massive chest.



“Oh yeah it should be fine. It happened from time to
time. I can finish tomorrow if you don’t mind. I can even stay here so that I
can get to work nice and early.”



“If you want to, that would be great!”



“Ok then, sounds good. I’ll just get a shower then
before supper. See you in a bit.”



Tracey felt sorry for her nephew but she was hopeful
that he would feel better soon. She would do whatever she could to make him
feel better … I know how to make a black man feel good… She was also excited by
the idea of sleeping under the same roof as her nephew. She would feel safer
sleeping in the same house as a man, she told herself… even better under the
same covers… but now she had to make some supper. She had a nice chicken ready
and some chocolate cake, and supper was not going to prepare itself.



Bill was enjoying his shower. He had to turn up the
temperature from the ice cold water that his aunt had used, but he finally had
it just right. Billy was tempted to masturbate, as he had gotten himself hot from
the day’s flirtations. He decided not to however, as he no longer masturbated.
A woman would always take care of his sexual needs for him. He decided instead
to use the razor in the shower to clean himself up. He definitely thought that
he would need to be presentable down there. He thought about Tracey’s pussy.
She definitely keeps herself trimmed down there, he was certain. I bet it’s as
smooth as ice and as warm as a sauna. Bill shook his head. He needed to be
thinking clearly. After half an hour he was content and stepped out of the
bathroom.



Tracey had finished with supper and was finishing
applying her makeup. She wanted to look good for supper. She had decided to
wear a short, yellow sundress for the rest of the day. The front was pretty low
cut, showing at least three inches of cleavage, and her still-hard nipples were
partially visible through the fabric, but it was just family that was over. She
would not wear such an outfit if strange men were over she assured herself…
black men love my tits… but Billy is family. She knew that family should be
comfortable with each other… I bet he knows how to suck my nipples… and her
outfit wasn’t scandalous. Her ass was obscured by the flowing fabric, but her
thighs were hardly covered… I bet he knows how to eat pussy too…but hey, a
little flirtation never hurt anyone, she told herself yet again.



“Trace, I need a favour” Bill asked as he appeared
in her doorway



“Anything you want Billy!” Tracey replied as she
looked at her nephew in only the towel, which seemed to just hang on to his
hips.



“My shorts are pretty sweaty, and I only packed one
pair so can I borrow some of Bob’s” Bill asked as his aunt ogled him. He
returned the favour, as he was impressed by her appearance in the tiny
sundress.



“Absolutely.” She replied… fall down, fall down,
fall down…



“Cool. Any pair will do”



“I doubt he has any in your size, but we’ll find
something.”… FALL DOWN, FALL DOWN, FALL DOWN…



Tracey brought over a blue pair of Bob’s running
shorts.



“These should stretch at least!”… in some places
they had better…



“Ok then, thanks. I will have to make these work.
See you in a few minutes. I have to warn you though, if they don’t fit I’ll be
naked!” Bill laughed.



Tracey didn’t laugh. She couldn’t get the image of
her naked nephew out of her head. Her panties were also now soaked again, so
she just took them off and headed to supper. The damn towel never fell down.



Supper went quite well. Billy was already seated by
the time Tracey was ready to serve the food. They enjoyed the chicken then the
dessert.



“Well that was great Tracey. Especially the
dessert.”



“Definitely! Nothing like a good chocolate cake at
the end of the day.”



“Yep. I always knew you loved chocolate too.” Bill
laughed to himself at his stupid wordplay.



“MMMMHMMMM” Tracey was amused. He didn’t know how
accurate he was.



“What should we do? We can watch a movie if you
like?”



“Great idea. You go pick one out.” Tracey looked up
and saw her nephew already heading toward the living room. Bob’s shorts were
way too small for him, but they definitely stretched. The V of Bill’s back
pointed down to a hard ass that strained the fabric of the shorts. Tracey
missed the powerful asses she found that black men seemed to possess in large
numbers. She could definitely bounce a quarter off of it…and I wouldn’t mind
seeing my ankles wrapped around it… as Bill filled it in a way that Bob never
could. At least in the back.



Bill looked for the right movie to set the mood.
There wasn’t a Jungle Fever to be found. He decided instead to go with the movie
‘The White Masai’ on Netflix. A blonde white woman goes to Africa with her
fiancée and decides to stay with a Masai warrior. It was simple, but gave off
the message that he wanted. No one would be overly distracted by the plot of
this movie. There may be other distractions however.



The lights were out when Tracey walked into the
living room. Bill had set the movie up and was sitting in the middle of the
couch. He motioned her over, and she sat to his left. As the movie started,
Bill stretched out to get more comfortable. He stretched his arms so that each
was resting comfortably on the back of the couch, with his left wrist just
behind his aunt’s neck. He also spread his legs to give himself some much
needed room.



Tracey had not yet heard a word in the movie. She
just kept staring at the bulge in the front of her husband’s shorts. She must
be seeing things in the dark, she told herself. The fabric was rising inches
above where the crotch should be. Not even the black men she knew years before
could come close to filling shorts like that. All of a sudden Bill spread out
his legs and she knew. Everything fell into place. Without his legs pushing
everything up, she could clearly see the outline of Bill’s penis… Big Black
Cock… and it was as large as she had imagined. The blue fabric struggled to
contain what appeared to be at least 8 inches of thick penis… beautiful black
cock meat… that curved to the left and pointed right at her. Tracey struggled
to clearly make out its outline in the darkness, and longed for explosions of
brightness to emerge from the television and highlight her nephew’s member.



Bill
liked how this was going. His aunt had not yet so much as looked at the tv
screen. This is really going to happen he told himself. She is close



“It’s
pretty cool in here, don’t you think?” Bill asked



“…
huh… ah.. yeah it is…” Tracey stumbled with her words… Big Black Cock…



“Maybe
I should get something else to wear. I’m practically naked here.”



“NO!!!
There is nothing in your size anyway.” Tracey was surprised with the
forcefulness of her no.



“I’ll
just get us a blanket” She suggested, hopefully.



“Nah,
don’t bother. We can just cuddle up to keep warm. I’ll never be too old to
cuddle with my aunt.” Bill laughed at his own statement.



“OK,
that sounds great!” Tracey said as she felt Bill’s hand…sexy black flesh… pull
her by the shoulder toward him.



Tracey
felt safe having Bill’s arm around her. She also felt like she was under his
control, just as she had been with black men years ago… I miss big strong black
men… it just felt natural for her. She felt sexy having his fingers underneath
her flimsy left shoulder strap…I miss black cock… and she couldn’t get enough
of his musky aroma. Bob didn’t smell like this… I need black cock… but real men
did. The masculine, overpowering smell belonged with men like Billy…I’m inches
from it…



Bill
was enjoying being so close to his aunt, but it was causing him troubles. Her
soft skin and sweet perfume were causing him to become excited. He knew that
the sight of his erection might cause her to lose control, but it could also
bring her back to reality and scare her away from her nephew. Billy wanted
desperately to fuck his aunt, but he also wanted to avoid an awkward family
situation if she turned him down. She would have to make the final move. Bill
decided to grab Tracey’s legs and put them on his own. No explanation would be
needed, he assumed.



Tracey
felt an electric jolt as Bill grabbed her legs and brought them onto his lap.
She was surprised, and excited, when he kept his hands on her smooth legs and
began rubbing them. What a sweet boy, she thought, to keep his aunt warm… move
those hands higher…



Rubbing
his aunt’s silky smooth legs was only making Bill more excited. He knew that he
couldn’t stop himself though. He needed to talk to distract himself.



“I
find the contrast between black and white skin to be irresistible.” Bill
brazenly stated, looking at his hand on Tracey’s leg. He casually placed her
hand on his chest at the same time.



“ummm….
I definitely know women who agree. So sexy.” Me more than anyone, Tracey
thought to herself. He is driving me crazy. She noticed that her right shoulder
strap was slipping.



“Oh
definitely. I don’t have problems picking up white girls. I only pick up white
girls in fact. Not that there is much of a choice around here. Do you agree
with them?” He asked as her hand moved down his chest.



“With
who?” Tracey struggled to follow the conversation. He is my nephew…he’s sexy as
hell…



“The
women who find black men sexy.”



“Ahhhh…
I used to date black men sometimes.” Tracey was angry with herself for
revealing this. Bob didn’t even know. But she did used to date black men… and
fuck them… exclusively in fact…with good reason… she saw her hand move onto his
abs.



“Really?
I’m surprised then. They say that once you go black you don’t go back. In my
experience, it’s true. None of the girls I’ve blacktopped have gone back to
white men even after I dumped them.” Tracey’s hand was on his lower abdomen.



“…
well… sometimes it happens…” Why did it happen to me? I loved being with black
men… getting fucked senseless by them…



“Why
did you stop seeing black men?” Billy asked as Tracey’s hand wandered below his
belly button and her right shoulder strap fell. This was driving him crazy.



“…I
fell in love with your uncle.” WHY DID I STOP FUCKING BLACK MEN?! I love my
husband…I love black cock… I love my husband…I NEED BLACK COCK… I belong with
my husband…I belong with black cock…



“Still
though, I can see why black men went crazy for you.” Billy said, and he was
honest. His aunt really did have all the right curves, and a beautiful face
too. He would love to see those deep blue eyes looking up at him with his black
cock between those pink lips. Tracey’s pinkie and ring fingers moved just above
his cock. He was having trouble controlling himself as he greedily stroked her
leg.



I
am meant for black men… and meant for big black cock… No, I am married to Bob.
I have to stop this, she thought… I want this so much…



Tracey
stood up. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done. She was so close
to the black cock she so desired.



“I
have to go to sleep!” She said hurriedly. She noticed the look of surprise on
her nephew’s face.





“Ok
then… I guess I will too” FUCK! Bill was shocked. He was also horny as fuck. He
thought he was so close.



Tracey
practically ran down the hallway to her bedroom and closed the door.



Bill
sat in stunned silence. He thought he was about to fuck Tracey. He was
desperate to fuck Tracey. He assured himself that he still could, he just
needed to calm down. He waited a few minutes for his wits to return and a final
plan to formulate.



Tracey
was surprised that she escaped. She had been moments from taking out that
massive…glorious… black cock and sucking it dry right there. Wouldn’t that have
been a shock for her nephew. And for the rest of the family. No one would ever
know what had been so close to happening. Except for her.



Bill
knew what he should do. He needed to be patient though. It would be the
ultimate test. If it did not work, he knew that he would not get to fuck his
aunt. He hoped it would work. He was confident that it would.



Tracey
knew that she would not be able to sleep in her current state. She needed
sexual release, and badly. She had stopped masturbating when she got married
and threw away her sex toys. The almost daily sex with Bob… if it deserved to
be called sex… kept her desires at bay, she told herself. She would kill for
one now though… I would kill for a black cock… she knew that her fingers would
have to do… there is big black cock in the house… Tracey slipped off her
sundress and lay back on the bed. She immediately grabbed and pinched one
nipple and began furiously fingering her clitoris. Her vagina was throbbing and
was soaking wet. She would get this over with and be ready to sleep, she told
herself. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Bill. His hard black… so so black…
body and massive penis… it was really a cock… No, she told herself. That was
her nephew. She had known him almost since he was 10… now I know that he has 10
inches… No. It was wrong. And dirty… so delightfully dirty… She could not allow
herself to think of sex with Billy… Billy doesn’t have sex, he fucks… Even
though he was the sexiest man she had ever seen… black men know how to fuck…
with the biggest cock she could imagine… I bet Billy knows how to use that cock…




Tracey
left her nipple and moved her free hand to her vagina. While her right hand
worked on her clit, she placed a finger in her opening. It was not enough. She
still felt empty… I have been empty for seven years… She decided to go with two
fingers. Still not enough… only big black cock can fill me… She was frustrated.
She would imagine Billy fucking her just so that she could cum and get to
sleep… black men always did know how to make me cum…



Billy
stood outside the door. He could hear low moaning and fast breathing. Either
his aunt was giving birth, or she was rapidly masturbating. His confidence was
boosted, and he knew that the plan would work. He knocked on the door.



Billy
was furiously pounding his cock into her while kissing her neck when Tracey
heard a knock. God damn it, she thought, as she had been so close to climaxing
during her fantasy. She put to her sundress and opened the bedroom door to see
her nephew…fuck he looks good… awaiting her.



“Hi
Trace, hope you weren’t sleeping.” Billy facetiously stated.



“I
just want to ask a favour. I need to get up early to finish the work out in the
garage. Can you come and wake me up at 9?



“Sure
hunny, no problem.” Tracey was still angry that she had not cum, but happy to
see Billy… and his big black cock… again.



“Ok
great. I’m a heavy sleeper too, so you might have to shake me or something.”
Billy lied. This was perfect, he told himself. He had interrupted her
masturbation, hopefully ensuring that she would be incredibly horny.



“I
think I can handle that” Tracey was busy staring at his body, and trying to
sneak peeks at Billy’s package… I could do more than handle that cock…



“Thanks
then. See you in the morning.” Bill bent down for peck that his aunt always
used for greetings and goodbyes. Instead of their lips just brushing however,
Bill made sure that he kissed Tracey square on the lips for one second. He
could have sworn that her lips had tugged on his lower lip as he walked away to
the guest room.



Tracey’s
whole body felt like it was on fire. That innocent kiss had sent her into a
lusty fit. Black lips were so full and luxurious, like they were made just for
her. She missed kissing them. She missed being kissed by them. She did not want
the kiss to end. Tracey knew that she had lost her ability to cum from
masturbation now. She needed to get fucked. Bob could not come home fast
enough…he will never be enough…



Bill
returned to the guest room and lay in the bed. He took off his constricting
shorts and took out his aunt’s still wet thong. He took in her aroma. It was
sweet and intoxicating, and made him want to come right there. He would wait
though. He put the thong to the side and went to bed. He set the alarm on his
phone for 8:30.



Black
cocks were pointing at Tracey from every direction. She did not have to look up
to see who each belonged to. The saw JaMarcus’ 7 inch monster and took it in
her mouth, while her hands grabbed the dicks of Dwayne and LaRon. JaMarcus was
as thick as she remembered. Dwayne still had the pinkish head on his 8 inch
black cock and LaRon’s 7.5 inch b**st was as veiny as ever. Tracey saw
LeStephon’s 8.5 inch cock, still slight scars from her teeth on the side, and
knew she had to move over to suck it. She went from cock to cock, recognizing
the black shaft of each of her former lovers. She was blissfully sucking them
each off, but was wishing that one of them would start fucking her back. Then
she saw Billy, standing outside of the circle of black men. She repositioned
her ass so that Billy could take her from behind while she sucked the black
cocks. He never moved though. Instead, all of her black lovers began cumming
all over her. Tracey felt great to be covered in black seed again. It reminded
her of her college days after every basketball game. She felt empty though, as
she still needed Billy’s cock inside her. With black baby batter all over her,
even in her hair and running down her naked body to the floor, Tracey woke up.
FUCK, she said to herself. It was 8:50.



Bill
had been up for 20 minutes. He laid in bed sniffing his aunt’s lust and slowly
stroking his cock to its full 10 inches. He knew that he had to be careful,
because too much and he would blow. At 8:55 he stopped and threw the thong
under the bed. He stretched out on the queen sized bed, threw the blanket to
the side and spread his legs. Anyone coming in the door would have a perfect
view of his swollen balls and nearly erect 10 inch dick. He closed his eyes and
waited.



Tracey
slipped on her purple wool nightgown and prepared to wake Billy. She looked at
herself in the mirror as she went to the door. She had already finished her
makeup, as she did every morning, but something about her nightgown was
bothering her. It was floor length, wool and covered up her chest completely.
Billy would not like this, she thought to herself. He is the only person who is
going to see me, not my grandmother, so I might as well look my best… I want
that big black cock to get HARD… Yes, my red nightie is best. She took off the
wool nightgown and slipped into her red teddy. Bob loved this outfit, she
thought…Billy had
better too… she looked in the mirror again. The red teddy clung to her body all
over, and barely fit over her shapely ass. She had ample cleavage in this
outfit, but made sure to tug it down anyway to make as much as possible. She
spun around to look at her ass. It bulged out perfectly, as though gravity had
no impact at all. Thank god for this tight material. Her ass was high and round
and perfect, she thought to herself… and no black man could possibly resist it…
Tracey slipped on her black heels with red bows on the front, right above her
red painted toes, and was impressed with herself. It was 9:00, and time to wake
Billy.



Tracey’s
heart was beating fast as she approached the door. What if he is naked… and I
can see that beautiful cock… No, he is probably wearing shorts… it’s a crime to
cover up that magnificent cock… no, he will be under the blanket… I can move it
to get a look at his cock… No, everything will be completely appropriate,
Tracey convinced herself. She knocked on the door.



The
knock excited Billy. His cock twitched expectantly with arousal, thinking of
what may be about to happen. Billy looked like he was sporting the world’s most
impressive morning wood. He had to think unsexy thoughts. This is going to
work, he assured himself.



No
answer. I will have to go in then to wake him up, Tracey thought. He did say
that he is a deep sleeper. Tracey opened the door a crack and peeked in. She
could see Billy’s upper body completely uncovered by the blanket… I wonder if
his cock is out… His right arm was closer to the door, but was tucked under his
pillow. His left arm was stretched out to the side. Tracey decided to lightly
whisper his name.



“Billy…”
she softly whispered in a tone that only a dog could hear. No response.



Well,
Tracey thought, that didn’t do it. I have to go in.



Tracey
opened the door and immediately scanned the bed for the object of her desire.
It took no time, because Billy’s cock was completely out in the open. It was
pointed almost directly at the door, and his powerful legs were spread out very
far apart. It was only semi erect, but was laying on his tight abs. It must be
10 inches, she thought excitedly with her mouth agape. That’s bigger than any
I’ve ever seen. It was as thick as a soup can she thought and as black as
night. Tracey was captivated by both its size and especially the blackness. If
Billy was black with a slight bit of brown, his cock was completely black, she
thought. She found herself already standing directly next to the bed, and also Billy’s
big cock. Tracey wished she could get a better look at the head, which was
pointed into his belly button.



“Billy.”
Tracey mouthed, although she was not
sure that any sounds came out. It was time for him to wake up… please don’t
wake up… and get to work… and don’t take that cock away from me…



Bill
had heard his aunt walk over, but she didn’t say anything. He wished that
something would happen, as the suspense was killing him. Suddenly, he felt
Tracey’s fingertips, and her perfectly manicured nails, gently brushing along
his chest. This excited Bill as he struggled to keep his eyes closed.



Tracey
decided that she needed to touch Billy to wake him. She started by touching his
chest, lightly. His wide, muscular chest had driven her crazy all day
yesterday… I need to get fucked by a black man… she moved down to his tapered
waist and his abs, and she let her finger tips fall into all of the deep ridges
they created… I need big black cock so badly… she moved down further as Bill’s
cock twitched to the left. He’s getting excited, she thought to herself… I need
Billy’s cock in my pussy… She moved down to the base of his pubic region, where
she had put her hand during the movie… this big black cock is meant to be
touched… she gently placed her fingertips on the base of his cock. It jerked
slightly and Tracey was electrified. It was warm and stiff, and the contrast
between her white skin and the completely black cock in front of her really was
irresistible, she admitted. She moved her fingers down to his testicles, which
were drooping down and looked like they had large plums inside… I need to drain
every bit of seed out of them…



It
took every ounce of strength Bill had to keep from jerking his own dick. The
gentle caress of his aunt’s touch on his cock made him crazy with lust. He knew
he had her now, but he wanted to know how deeply.



Tracey
moved her hand up Billy’s cock. She wrapped her fingers around it near the
middle, and noted that she could not get all the way around it… big black cock
is so thick and luxurious… she moved her hand up further and looked under the
head at the sensitive fold of pitch black flesh that provided so much
pleasure…big black cock is meant to go in my pussy… she gently stroked it with
her index finger, and was delighted to see it jerk in response…I should always
please big black cocks… Tracey lifted up the cock, firmly in her soft white
hand, and looked at the head…nothing in the world matches black cock… it was
pitch black and completely smooth, like a powerful helmet that she knew would
bring so much pleasure… nothing is as powerful as black cock… She looked at the
large space between Billy’s legs. She could fit… I belong with black cock… No,
I can’t do this, she said as she moved over, all while holding the cock, and
knelt on the bed in the available space…I need to fuck Billy’s cock… I love my
husband and would never cheat on him she said as she got comfortable between
his legs…I love big black cock and would do anything for it… Billy is my
nephew; my husband’s nephew. She laid down in the space and kicked her feet up
behind her…nothing is worth giving up black cock… she started stroking the cock
with her two fists. I can’t do this… I need big black cock to be complete… She
smelled a large whiff of Billy’s manhood. His cock and balls combined to make
the most masculine smell Tracey had ever encountered. It felt like she was
being enveloped in pure testosterone and sex. She was breaking. I can’t fuck my
nephew…BIG BLACK COCK… I can’t cheat on my husband…BIG BLACK COCK… I can’t I
love my hus…BIG BLACK COCK… I can’t…BIG BLACK COCK… I…BIG BLACK COCK… I need
big black cock. I need it more than anything in the world. Nothing else matters
to me. I am going to fuck Billy’s big black cock. I need to. Tracey pointed the
black cockhead head toward her face and gave in.



Tracey
took Bill’s massive black cock into her mouth. She instantly felt an erotic
sensation throughout her body that she had not felt in years. She had not
sucked big black cock in seven years. I’ve wasted seven years, she told
herself. Having Billy’s cock, the biggest and blackest she had ever seen, in her
mouth made her feel complete again. Black cocks were made for her mouth. Tracey
quickly devoured seven inches of black steel while she jerked the rest of
Billy’s cock with her right hand and rubbed the inside of his thigh with her
left. I need to make this beautiful cock cum, she thought to herself. I need to
drink his black seed. I need every last drop. Desperately.



Bill
was in ecstasy. After all the buildup of the previous 24 hours his gorgeous
aunt was finally sucking his dick. She’s doing a hell of a job too, he thought
to himself. She was really craving black cock. Tracey was vigorously bobbing
her head on his cock, and Bill was impressed that she could take so much. She’s
not new to this, he though amusedly. The sight of his dick passing in and out of
his aunt’s pink lips, along with the feeling of her warm tongue running all
along his shaft, was almost too much for Bill. He wanted to prolong this, the
best head he had ever received, so he looked elsewhere. Past the bobbing blonde
head he could see his aunt’s impressive ass mounds straining the red fabric of
her lingerie. Behind that her sexy little feet in the black heels bobbed
carelessly above. I need more than just a blowjob that’s for sure, Billy stated
to himself. A massive wave of pleasure struck Bill, causing all conscious
thought to cease.



I
need everything that’s in these balls, Tracey knew without even thinking it.
She sucked on Billy’s balls one at a time, while stroking his cock with one
hand and massaging underneath. Bob had decent testicles, but nothing compares
to Billy’s balls. Tracey could only handle one at a time. While she was not
happy about this, it did ensure that each would get the tender attention she
knew they deserved. He isn’t reacting, Tracey said to herself with more than a
hint of sadness. Billy had twitched and jerked, but he hadn’t yet made a noise
or moved his upper body. I need to please this black cock. I need to please
Billy. I know how to please big black cock, Tracey assured herself. Tracey
lifted the big black cock and started gently stroking the underside of the head
with her free thumb. She angled her head to the side and dove in, licking and
sucking the underside of Billy’s achingly full balls. The moan that he
instantly let out caused her pussy to spasm.



Bill
could not stop moaning. No one had ever done this to him before, as his whole
body trembled with pleasure. His aunt continued hungrily lapping the underside
of his testicles. For the first time he was not in complete control of a sexual
encounter. Tracey was driving him crazy, from his cock to his balls to the tips
of his toes. He needed to come. Bill grabbed a handful of his aunt’s perfectly
done hair and moved her mouth back to his cock.



YES!
Soon I will get to taste that sweet black nectar Tracey thought as Billy
grabbed her hair. She placed both hands on Billy’s spread thighs and began
sucking his dick again, this time even more rapidly than before. She worked her
tongue along ever inch of the cock she could reach as she awaited her prize.
She found that she could now take in basically ever inch of his cock, as her
limitations were overcome with desire. She looked up and saw her nephew looking
straight into her eyes. So dark and powerful, she knew she needed to please him
in every way. At that moment, the first spurt of her sweet reward struck the
back of Tracey’s throat as her throbbing pussy finally exploded with climax.



Watching
his aunt eagerly sucking his black cock, its contrast against her white skin,
her pink lips massaging it, and his black hands grabbing her blonde hair as she
pleasured him was just about too much for Bill. When she finally looked up at
him, their eyes locked for a moment. The deep blue eyes of his aunt Tracey were
filled with extreme desire, happiness and hopefulness. She desired his cock.
She was happy to be pleasing his cock. She was hopeful that she would continue
to please him. This look put Bill over the top, as he began a cumming in his
aunt’s mouth.



The
orgasm was bigger than any Tracey had ever had. Far bigger than any from the
last seven years, and even much bigger than the ones she had enjoyed with other
black men. Feeling his hot, hard, huge black cock in her mouth made Tracey
realize her place. It was only natural for her to please black men, and of
course their big black cocks specifically. Sucking Billy was providing her more
pleasure than any other man had given. It was not just that he was black, or
sexier than the other black men she had fucked. She was enjoying the forbidden
fruit that was her own nephew’s cock. And his semen. It came out in thick,
ropey strands that each provided her orgasm with further fuel. Tracey made sure
that some landed on her tongue that that she could get a taste. She missed the
taste of black semen more than anything. Billy’s seed tasted both sweet and robust.
It was even better than Tracey had remembered, and she loved it. After
seemingly forever the stream stopped. It had not been long enough for Tracey.



Bill
figured that he must have had 20 spurts. His aunt really knew how to suck dick.
He watched her face as his dick slightly softened and knew that she was in
bliss. Her face was still scrunched up and she had tears in her beautiful blue
eyes. She was semi-consciously circling his cockhead with her tongue. Bill
wanted more.



Even
though her sweet reward had stopped, Tracey’s mind numbing orgasm continued. I
should have that to drink every day, she thought. No, every hour. Billy
suddenly lifted her head by the hair and removed his cock from her mouth.
Tracey squeezed her lips tightly but the cock still fell out. She felt sad and
angry as the black cock she needed so desperately was removed. She was still so
caught up in the orgasmic waves still striking her pussy that she barely
noticed Billy’s powerful hands flip her over.



Bill
knew that he needed pussy. He looked down at his aunt’s wet, pink jewel after
he flipped her over. She had shaved it recently. Bill put his hands under her
knees and moved them each diagonally from her pussy. He would need room. Once
he had that room, he went to work. Her pussy was as smooth as silk and the
aroma was even sweeter and move powerful than it had been on the thong. Upon
his first lick of the outer lips, his aunt twitched. He licked again and a more
violent twitch occurred. Bill moved on to the clit and started gently massaging
it with his tongue. This was met with loud praise.



“OH
GOD YES!!” Trace