I 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 sexual that my cock stiffens whenever I see them in the street or imagine them in my mind. My sexual 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 breasts, 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 aroused at the sight of Aunty Sarah's large naked breasts, and as I walked to the bed my penis 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 nipples 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 erection. "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.

END OF PART ONE

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