There used to be get-together events in the house or outside once in every week. Sometimes, uncle’s colleagues would come and sometimes it would be ...aunt’s colleagues. We also would go to the neighbors’ place. I have noticed lot of new relationships among them in this parties.In one of the get-together events consisting of my aunt’s colleagues, I saw her manager having drinks with uncle. My aunt was staring at him seductively which he noticed. Later, after uncle was high, my aunt went upstairs.. I started banging on the glass, but nobody came to my call.Suddenly I heard a buzzing sound to the right, which was indicating me that the door had been opened. I jumped for the handle and stepped into a dark room closing the door quickly behind me."What do you want?" A deep voice called behind some dark blinds."Sir, my car has been damaged and I need to use your phone to call for help, please." I replied.Suddenly, the blinds were pulled up and a black man, a giant black man in his mid forties. “We’ll remake it in our image!”His fingers dug into my flesh. He gripped me. He squeezed and kneaded me. The pleasure surged down my body. An amazing delight. I groaned, feeling dizzy. My hips wiggled from side to side. I squeezed around him. This juicy heat grew in my pussy wrapped around his dirty cock.My nipples ached and throbbed. I slammed down his dick. My orgasm built faster and faster. This heat rushed through me. My hair swayed about my shoulders. I whimpered, staring into his dark. .. the tingles it gave me made my other hand pinch my nipples too. I would then start to feel funny inside like I needed to pee so Id stop and go to the toilet. I used to get scared I had broken my pussy so I would pee to make sure it still worked. I would look at myself as I did and notice the start was a clear and stringy liquid. I would do this every night and although I felt there was something more or a higher plane to reach every time my pussy felt like I needed to pee I stopped and went.