The only white cock I have touched – wanking off m

The only white cock I have touched – wanking off mHi thereThis is a true experience that happened a little over 20 years ago when I was 16. The reason for writing the story is that a few xhamster friends have asked me if I’ve ever been with a white guy or had the pleasure of a white cock. Well, I have but only once!So, a little bit about me. I’m an Indian woman in my mid (OK, late) 30’s. I am married and have a couple of k**s. I’m a little bit overweight and my hubby calls me curvy but I think he’s just being nice. I am a size 12 on a good day or a 14 the rest of the time! I’m about 5′ 6″ and have long black hair. I have a big round bum that most of you boys on xhamster seem to like and 34c natural tits with very dark sensitive nipples. My pussy is hairy coz hubby likes it that way. I get very wet and creamy when I am turned on which is quite often! Most of you will probably have seen my pics and vids so you know what I am talking about.So back to the reason of the story. I grew up in quite a strict Indian household with both parents having a traditional attitude about how girls should behave before marriage. I went to an all girls grammar school and was supposed to just concentrate on my studies and not worry or concern myself with boys or boyfriends. The most I was allowed was a few boy band posters on my wall! I was never one of the pretty or popular girls in school and was happy to just blend into the background in class or in crowds.I didn’t do too many extra curricular activities as it meant being away from the watchful eye of my parents. However, I did learn to play the piano. I started when I was about 12 and carried on through the years right up until my A levels. The experience I am writing about happened pretty soon after my 16th birthday. My first piano teacher was a woman and she taught me for ages but then she moved out of the area. She recommended a new teacher called Mr Wooley. He was a pretty old guy, at least 50, but she said he was one of the best around. He was a thin man with white hair and a moustache and wore glasses. He was always smartly dressed in trousers, never jeans, and a collared shirt and a blazer.My parents met him and discussed my progress and it was agreed that he would begin giving me lessons at our house. So every Tuesday evening he would come over and I would have my lesson. My Dad used to work late on Tuesdays so it was usually just mum and me in the house. She would give Mr W a cup of tea and then pretty much leave us to it.This one lesson I was learning a new piece but was struggling to get the finger positions right. Mr W showed me how to play it but I just kept messing it up! I was getting really frustrated and in the end just gave up in exasperation. I was close to tears coz I just could not play the piece! Mr W put his hands on mine to try and show me on the keyboard. He had long thin fingers which were really strong from all the piano playing over the years. I still wasn’t getting it and he could tell how annoyed I was getting so he just put my hands I my lap, still holding them, and said we should alanya escort take a short break.I was wearing an above the knee pleated skirt and a sweatshirt. I was wearing a bra even though my tits were really firm back then and though they weren’t as big as they are now they were still about the size of a big mango. Also, my body hadn’t had 2 k**s back then!! I was really conscious that Mr W’s hands were still on mine in my lap. He then moved to change the page on the music and as he did he brushed against my left boob accidentally. Well at least it seemed on accident. My nipple grew hard instantly and was poking through my bra and was visible even from under my sweatshirt! I was so conscious of them both jutting out like corks that I was burning with embarrassment. I was sure he could see them and was looking at them.He asked me to play the new music that he had turned to. I was looking straight ahead and using both hands on the keyboard. As I was playing I realise that Mr W had put his hand back on my leg. He was reassuring me as I played and gave a squeeze as if to say well done, that’s it you are getting it! But he just kept it there on my skirt as I played. I just concentrated on playing the music. He turned the page again when it was necessary and this time there was no accident with the way that he brushed against my nipple when he brought his hand back. It was like electricity! I could feel it get even harder although I didn’t think that was possible and I let out a slight gasp and closed my eyes. Of course that meant that I played the wrong notes so Mr W cal my asked me to play it again. I started, again not looking at him. He put his hand more firmly on my thigh and I could feel the hem of my skirt slide up my leg. As he moved his hand higher, I was aware of more leg being exposed. I knew this was wrong and that I should stop him but I just carried on looking forward and playing. It felt so good to have somebody want me and to touch me. Finally, his hand was on my bare thigh and he was squeezing my pale brown flesh. I glanced down and could see his wiry old hand on my leg with my skirt pushed up to my hips.I parted my legs slightly and he could tell that I was not going to stop him and that I was getting turned on by his strong hands. He put his hand between my thighs and then lightly brushed against my cotton knickers. Again, I let out a gasp. I could feel my pussy getting swollen and and the moisture building. I’d obviously frigged myself off alone in my bedroom and in the bath a number of times but I’d never felt anything as thrilling as Mr W’s hand touching the outside of my knickers and feeling the damp patch that was beginning to form on the front of them. He carried on just moving his long fingers around in circles on the front of my pants. I still wasn’t looking at him and was trying to play the piano but it was getting more and more difficult to concentrate! He then stopped touching me between my legs and moved behind my stool and reached around me, under my arms and just cupped my boobs through my sweatshirt. escort alanya Like I said my nipples were like bullets as he massaged and squeezed my tits. He then pulled my top up and pulled the cups of my bra down so my tits spilled over the top. He was really breathing hard himself now and was squeezing my boobs quite roughly. He pinched my nipples hard. It hurt but it also felt so good. My eyes were closed and I just let him carry on. I’d stopped playing was leaning back against him while he carried on fondling my tits. Nobody had ever touched me like that and here was this 50 year old white man with his hands all over my brown tits.This carried on for a couple of minutes and I think I was moaning. My mum called downstairs to make sure very thing was OK coz the music had stopped. Mr W called back up the stairs that we were going to do a little bit of theory and that everything was fine.I then turned around on the stool to face him. My sweatshirt was still pulled up and my tits were still hanging out over the top of my bra. He looked at me and told me how gorgeous I looked and that we wouldn’t do anything that I didn’t want to. He then knelt in front of me and parted my thighs wide. He was rubbing his hands up and down my inner thighs slowly moving back to my soaking wet panties. He asked me if I could pull them down for him and I duly obliged. He was still kneeling in front of me and was now staring at my hairy exposed cunt. My pussy lips were parted and there was clear fluid dribbling out of my pussy and slowly going down to my tight Indian arsehole. He wasn’t moving, just ogling my open pussy. He asked me to spread it for him. I used both hands to pull my lips apart and show off my pink wetness inside. He finally moved his fingers towards my cunt and slowly stroked from the bottom of my hole up to my clit which was now throbbing like it was on fire!He drew his fingers back to his nose and closed his eyes, savouring the smell of my pissy juice on his long fingers. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was a shy, reserved Indian girl with my tits out and my legs spread wide apart with my skirt around my waist and my knickers around my ankles whilst this dirty old bastard was sticking his fingers up my red hot cunt. My white friends at school had talked about their boyfriends fingering them and all said they were rough and it was better when they did it themselves but Mr W knew exactly what he was doing and was driving me crazy. He had to keep telling me to be quiet coz I was getting more and more carried away! He was using his thumb to rub my clit in circles whilst he had two strong fingers up my tight pulsing pussy. He used his other hand to tweak my nipples hard. I felt my orgasm approaching from deep inside my belly. It was just wave after wave of pleasure filling my whole body. My pussy gripped his fingers like a vice and I bore down on them with everything I had. He just kept pumping his boney old fingers in and out of me and I think now he was probably trying to find my g spot. I was quivering and shivering to a massive climax alanya escort bayan and it just felt so good! I was in heaven!Mr W took his fingers out of my pissy and put them close to his moustache again, sniffing the musky scent from them. I thought he wa going to taste it but he never did. He told me to cover my tits back up but leave my knickers down. He then stood up from his kneeling position and started undoing his flies. I was a bit scared but also curious to see what he had in his trousers. I’d had conversations with the girls at school that had boyfriends but had no real idea what to expect. Don’t forget there was no internet back in those days and I really don’t think I had seen many pictures of cocks other than in text books. Mr W fumbled with his zip and then pulled out his hard white cock. He was uncut and about 7 inches long. I know now that he was quite thin but back then it looked like a veiny gnarly b**st. He pulled his foreskin back and showed me his shiny purple helmet. It wa just inches from my face and I just stared at the slit in the end oozing a clear liquid. He told me to put my hand around it and squeeze. I was mesmerised by how hard it felt. I could feel it pulsing. He let out a small moan and told me to squeeze it even harder. I remember being afraid of hurting it but he just kept asking for me to hold him harder and harder.It was my first experience of cock. My small brown fingers went all the way around his shaft and he started moving his hips so that I was pulling him off. I remember just looking at the angry looking bell end. It looked like a plum with a slit. I started wanking him faster as he seemed to like that. I was working a rhythm and he was thrusting his hips at the same time. He reached down to touch my pussy again but couldn’t really reach. Then he bent down and took my pants off my ankles and sniffed the wet gusset. Then he really started to jerk and put my knickers over the end of his cock as he started to cum. He was shooting wad after wad of hot thick white spunk into my knickers to stop it from flying everywhere. There was loads and it seemed like it was not going to stop. After a few more pulses he finally moved backwards to steady himself! He wiped his cock on my knickers and then tidied himself up and put his softening cock back in his trousers.He thanked me and told me how beautiful I was and how I’d make somebody a great girlfriend one day. He told me he would take my knickers and wash them for me and bring them back so that my mum would not see what was in them. He then told me to start playing the piano again so that it did not look suspicious. I did what I was told although I was now incredibly conscious of the fact that my bare arse was on the stool and I was worried about leaving a patch on it! We carried on to the end of the lesson and then he said bye to my Mum and me and said I was showing real promise and then left. The dirty old git never did give me my panties back and I bet he kept as his trophy to remind him of the timid little Indian girl who wanked him off!So there you go, guys. My first experience of cock was with an old white guy who was old enough to be my dad. Hope you liked hearing about my one and only time with a white cock;’if you did, let me know! I might share some other stories with you! LoveMrs Red xxx

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