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I was raised on a vineyard in the Western Cape, a region called Klein Karoo. Being of mixed race, I was categorized by the government as a Cape Colored. During my childhood on the property to my eighteenth year, the owner was a kind man who aided the offspring of farmers who possessed ambition and the desire for education by providing loans and scholarships. He instigated a program on his land, allowing them to develop their abilities as artisans and enhance their eligibility for work.
I attended school and procured a scholarship to attend college, a scarcely attainable privilege for a Colored female. However, my finances expired, and the grant could not accommodate all of my expenditures, predominantly my living expenses. Through the connections of farmworkers, I secured a position as a housekeeper, catering to white families in a neighborhood near the university. This job supplied me with lodging and three meals a day, earning enough for my fundamental expenses and sufficient time for my studies.
My responsibilities consisted of maintaining a spotless home, handling laundry and ironing, and preparing one meal selected by the lady of the house. In return, I gained a payment, a private space with a bath and toilet, and unrestricted access to the kitchen. I merely needed to fulfill my duties. The man of the house was partially incapacitated, causing no issues, and I addressed him as Mr. C. If I sought to leave the residence, I had to ensure his comfort by providing snacks and liquids. The lady, known to me as Madam, still carried out her job full-time. Their children had reached adulthood and had moved out of their house. Their eldest son was in active duty for the military, potentially finishing his service soon. We scarcely conversed and mostly kept our discourse to a minimum. Following meals, I could dine with them or alone, cleaned up the dining area, then retired to my quarters. My classes typically took place between 10am and 4pm, only three times a week. This affluence of free time allowed me to devote effort to studying and reading, in addition to acquiring swimming expertise.
The homestead possessed an expansive area for greenery managed by gardeners who came weekly. My extra assignment consisted of maintaining the pool (outfitted with an automated cleaning device) and ensuring that the lawn was moistened. My weekends were mine and I perceived them inclined to care for themselves. However, they offered to prepare meals for me should I remain.
This existence revolved around performing work and researching. Romantic entanglements could only visit on weekends while remaining quiet. I had no lovers and still longed for my former suitor, whom I chose not to replace in the meantime. I craved the intimacy of sexual relations but did not desire a bond, simply the intrigue of intercourse taught by my ex-lover on another individual.
Additionally, I spent the majority of my weekends at the university open 24 hours a day. Not only that, but I was enrolled in my final year of study hoping to be selected for a postgraduate program. I understood my attractiveness and comprehended that males would court me, though no more than a date accompanied by intense kissing and petting. Regrettably, this was the habit in apartheid South Africa, and worldwide. I enrolled in a predominantly white college, and interracial relationships were illegal. This irrational legislation, known as the Immorality Act, barred the development of romantic relationships or sexual intercourse with individuals of diverse physical features, and one ran the risk of being jailed if discovered. This unfair law was abrogated five years later in 1985.
The narrative begins with me arriving home from university on a Sunday evening, then discovering the following morning that someone had spent the night. I stumbled into my son's room to find a bare man lying on the bed, fast asleep. His manhood was protruding and hard. A stunning, circumcised, well-endowed dick with noticeable veins and a nice large glans. I couldn't take my eyes off it as the man turned; I swiftly fled, shutting the door behind me. Seeing his impressive, thick manhood surrounded by a bush of red pubic hair with prominent veins leading up to the head made my knees wobble, my mouth dry, and my heart race. I was extremely aroused, and my sexual releases, which had become monotonous, were insufficient to satisfy my libido. Yes, he had a flat stomach and broad shoulders. I suspected this was the son who'd finished his military service.
In the kitchen, Madam informed me that her son arrived from Pretoria the night before and was resting in his room. She asked me to wash his clothes and add him to the meal plan if I wanted a pay raise. I gladly accepted, thrilled about the prospect of having that fine-looking penis nearby. I couldn't wait to get back to my room to take care of my pussy. I couldn't understand why I felt so aroused by seeing that dick, when I could have any penis I wanted from campus. It was probably its firmness and whiteness, reminding me of my first white penis, my lover's erect penis, which he stroked while naked in his yard waiting for my cousin.
In my room, I quickly satisfied myself and groomed my pubic region. Not that I had any specific intentions or plans; it wasn't one of my white classmates. I have had a prominent clitoris and thick inner lips since before puberty, which I have played with while wearing clothes. My white counterpart adored it and couldn't get enough of licking my pussy.
Back in the kitchen, he was having breakfast. Madam was present, and I used the conventional demure look that black women employ in the presence of white people.
"Billy, meet our son, Pieter, and Pieter, meet your colleague, Billy," Madam declared. "Billy is a full-time student, and she works. Do not expect her to be here to clean up after you, Pieter."
He stood up, and he was tall, and he stretched out his hand to me to shake. This is uncommon in White South Africa. I felt weirded out but complied, shaking his hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Billy," Pieter said. "And you can call me Pieter, please."
I simply gave him a smile, and he wore shorts that made his erect, circumcised manhood evident.
"Pieter," Madam chastised. "While Billy is busy in the house, wear more modest clothes." Oh please, don't, I thought to myself, I hope he doesn't ask me to go nude. He seemed interested, possibly fantasizing about fucking me as I did him. Madam departed for work.
I spent the day tidying the house and doing his laundry. It was my day off from school, so I washed his clothes and tended to the house chores. His underwear revealed his arousal; most of them had precum spots, signifying a horny, sexually active individual. There were no dirty marks, but one had dried cum stains. It was at the bottom of his bag, along with an unopened package of condoms. Questing bastard bought a box of Durex labelled "For the man with a big penis." His dick was indeed thick.
Pieter and I chatted a bit about my studies and his future ambitions. While in his mostly exposed shorts, I strained my overalls' buttons that were kept open and wasn't wearing a bra. He certainly enjoyed the view when I bent over to clear. I am confident he peeked up my dress as well.
I typically do the ironing in the living room, so I can watch TV with Mr. C and gaze upon the garden and pool. I was in a smooth rhythm when suddenly, there was Pieter around the corner in his Speedo. He lazed on a lounger facing the house and me, his noticeable bulge in my face. Okay, not exactly close, but how was I supposed to work with that there? I became wet and began fantasizing about inserting my hand inside his Speedo, when, just as if he read my mind, he did, readjusting his genitals because, oh, he was getting a substantial erection that'd need attention. Was he going to do it there, since he couldn't see me, or head to his room, but what about the cum, since there were only cum-stained underpants; the shower or his bed? Whatever he chose would be fine since I intended to interfere in his masturbation session. I knew he'd be masturbating, and I wanted to see that erect penis with pre-cum glistening on that large purple mushroom, the cum vein swollen, and his balls tight against his body.
He got up and entered the room. I could hear his bed creak, oh God, I was lucky.
I gathered the ironed clothes and went to his room, the door was closed, but it didn't lock properly. No problem; I pushed it open. And there was Pieter, on the bed, with his gorgeous cock in his hand and a box of tissues. I gave him my most shocked expression, and he did likewise.
"Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry, I should've knocked." I remarked, while glancing at him and his cock. So enticing, erect, precum.
"I'm sorry, please," he attempted to cover his cock. He was flush with embarrassment and attempting to stand up at the same time.
I placed the clothing down and knelt beside the bed, "It's natural, please, do you want me to watch? I know, it would assist in achieving an orgasm." I gazed at him, pondering his response, and I desperately wish I knew why I acted that way, knowing he was so preoccupied. My libido will one day cause issues.
He eyed me and nodded, still clinging to his member.
"Do you want me to assist?" I offered, taking hold of his tool.
He nodded, surrendering control.
My small hand encompassed that glorious tool, my vagina getting slicker.
"Give it a rest for a moment. Let your body cool down. When was the last time you jacked off or had sex?" I inquired.
"The last time I jacked off was a week ago; this is my first chance since then."
"And sex? Did you answer yes?" I queried.
That flush was unmistakable. He hesitated.
"Still a virgin?" I asked, and he nodded.
"I know only one man, and he looked like you," he answered.
A virgin, endowed with a stunning penis, and he is modest and polite, and it's evident he is not racist. I'm in heaven. I almost had an orgasm just imagining this. My vagina quivered.
I caressed his penis and softly asked, "Do you always touch it like this?"
"Every motion is gentle and loving," Pieter replied.
Gently stroking his cock, I unbuttoned my uniform. He offered a helping hand. My breasts were exposed, and he lightly caressed my nipples. Thank goodness he wasn't a clumsy or aggressive kind of guy, like some of my dates. These tiny bosoms require love and admiration. I like gentle strokes and subtle nibbles. No forceful pounding or mauling as if they are simply meat. This guy was in awe and very considerate, too considerate. I could teach him.
I removed the uniform and stood over his legs, his erection pointing skyward. He removed my panties and marveled at my muff.
"You can touch my vagina, Pieter." I ordered.
He slid between his legs and I stood over them, his cock looming above. He took off my panties and observed my muff.
"You can touch my vagina."
He moved his finger through the hair and down the glistening canal. He took his finger out and inspected the wetness.
"I'm just as horny as you, Pieter. Allow me to complete you off and then I'll show you mine."
He relaxed, and I took a seat between his thighs, with my legs over his, baring my pussy for his inspection. Delicately, as I was stroking his erection, his hand moved from my anus to my mons. He rubbed the insides of my thighs. He kissed me softly on the lips, as if scared. Pieter was on the verge of climax, and I wanted him to climax, since I could help him with his pussy. So much pre-cum oozed, which made his dick slippery, and I rubbed my own pussy to make my hands wetter. I held his balls between my fingers and twisted his cock. I squeezed that cock and bent down to kiss it when he climaxed, and I caught it in my mouth. I couldn't conceal it this time, as I attempted to suck it all up, but he ejaculated in abundant amounts and I couldn't even try to ingest. I massaged his dick and he rested. I could only imagine how amazing it must have been. His first handjob, his first half-blowjob, his first actual naked girl.
I ventured to his bathroom to clean myself before returning to clean his semi-hard cock. He inquired,
"I thought you'd show me your pussy. You had your way, now I'm deserted."
I smiled and went to him, sitting on his bed with my back to the headboard and my naked bottom on his pillows, spreading my legs. He kissed me again, thanking me and kissed me again. My lips parted and so did his; he could kiss.
"That was amazing and far better than I anticipated. I've never reached orgasm this many times. I hope you enjoyed it, as you didn't, right? Can I assist you in achieving an orgasm? I want to finger your pussy and lick it, please, demonstrate."
Similar to a puppy, but I could control him better; his parents were close, and Madam wouldn't appreciate her son having sex with a Cape Coloured; what would her acquaintances and neighbors think? However, I believe that conversation will wait.
"Come, experience how to satisfy a woman, it's called a clitoris. Before we have sex, you need to learn to make a pussy happy, and I need to acclimate your cock to being handled and sucked by me."
The beginning of a fantastic period of sexual exploration for the two of us.
I wasn't denying my lust for dick and sex, and I found a guy who didn't desire a steady girlfriend but still needed to fuck. Perfect.
Pieter, softly warm up my cunt with your breath, and then just kiss around it. Slowly use your tongue to tickle just there," he did just that, then he surprised me by sucking on my clitoris and thrusting his tongue inside my vagina. I came hard, but he didn't stop, as his erect cock was eager and he pushed into my pussy as if it were seeking something. I guided his rhythm with my hands on his butt, feeling him opening my pussy. I was about to cum again soon, I squeezed his cock with my vaginal walls and I came, as did he. He remained inside of me and turned over, causing me to be lying on him. He began kissing me and those large hands were all over me, spreading my arse cheeks and rubbing my nipples, which drove me crazy. I sensed his cock expanding again.
I sat up and moved up and down on that pole whilst gazing into his eyes. We hadn't spoken much and yet here we were fucking like we had been together for an extended period of time. I climbed on him and felt great.
We came, and I lay down on him, feeling sperm and my juices leaking out of my vagina onto his balls.
"What next?" he asked.
"Well when you want to fuck, come to my door, and if I feel the need for some companionship, I'll let you know. It's not as if we're married or anything, and I really love sex, and you're frequently horny. I want to finish my degree, and you probably have plans. We shouldn't be careless; our relationships should be hidden. Furthermore, I don't want any trouble, and your white friends and my Coloured friends won't accept either of us, and I think the government will also meddle." I also cautioned him against showing any affection or lustful behavior, no touching or rubbing, no naked strolls. However, this quickly changed, but he must comprehend that while we like fucking, we still need boundaries.
The shower in the bathroom was quite spacious, allowing both of us to fit comfortably. I went first, cleaning his penis and testicles while giving them a good suck. I continued to wash his legs with his manhood in my mouth, and felt it twitching in response. I then washed his pussy, sucking his clit and licking his cunt from his opening all the way to his clit. This was a pleasurable experience that left me with a tender affection for him.
He dried me off and embraced me, positioning his erection against me. His dick was warm and not as rigid as it was before, no longer a virgin cock. We engaged in passionate kisses, touches, and strokes, but I think we reached our limit for the day. My vagina was feeling slightly sore but pleasantly so.
"So Pieter," I asked, "how does it feel to have had your first experience with a woman?"
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