0 comments/ 8527 views/ 0 favorites The Story of Joanne D'Arc By: JoanneDarc Introduction Hi, my name is Joanne. I'm 28 years old, blonde and a bit overweight. Perhaps that explains my situation. My sex life, except when I was still at school, is a pretty solitary affair. I masturbate at least twice a day and fantasise a lot – that's when I do it more often. I own a small franchised coffee bar attached to a bookstore and often think about my customers – how a couple would do it together, or imagine myself with one of the men sitting alone. Sometimes I wonder about the single women too. Do they masturbate also? What would it be like to make love with one of them? But I'm, getting ahead of myself. . . My first experience with sex was when I was still in high school. I was 18 years old and had no experience of sex until then. My older brothers wanted to see what a girl looked like and persuaded me to undress for them. They were fascinated with my somewhat meaty chest (My boobs were slow in developing) and rubbed my nipples for a bit. They touched my puffy pudendum and tried to separate the lips to look inside. It was quite ticklish but I felt some interesting sensations. Nothing else happened but they did take off their shorts for me and both had erections. For a long time I thought that boys' penises were permanently pointed towards their navels. Afterwards we went into my parent's room and they showed me some porn they had found in my dad's wardrobe. It wasn't much – some folded pieces of paper with naughty cartoons, a few tattered black and white photos of couples fucking and a couple of condoms. I was fascinated when they told me what they were for. We never did anything like that again but I did see my brothers had drawn a picture of a nude girl on the bathroom mirror when it misted up that looked a bit like me. There was another at the school toilets that looked almost identical. A bit later I did a search of my mom's wardrobe and in an old hatbox I found some much more interesting things. There was a black wooden stick shaped just like my brothers' penises and a tub of vaseline. And there was a copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover. And she had some condoms too – only these had bumps and things on them. I got into the habit of sneaking into their room whenever I could, to read that book – at first it was just the sections that were marked with the pages folded over. I would read them over and over again and each time I would feel this queer sensation – it was more than just in my panties; my breathing would get faster; my mind would race and I would sometimes close my eyes and imagine the scenes. Eventually I read the whole book, cover to cover, it was even more erotic than just reading the sex parts. Over time different books would appear and disappear – I didn't always get the chance to do much more than read the sexy bits. An interesting aside was that I noticed that dad's condom supply would diminish over weekends. Mom's usually in the week. Once I found one of mom's condom's on the penis shaped stick and I realised what was happening – it was still a bit slippery too. I never told anyone about my secret visits to the folk's bedroom but the girls at school began to talk about what they were finding in their own secret searches. Once we went from house to house (not to ours though) to show our parents' secrets to each other. Every mom had the same penis shaped stick that mine had and surprisingly the books that had appeared and disappeared out of mom's hatbox were now spread all over town. Obviously the mom's had a lending library going. It all came to an end when I was sent to boarding school. Most of my friends were by now blossoming but I was still a young fatty. It was so embarrassing in the showers when they all showed off the growth of their boobs, their slim bodies and the beginnings of pubic hair. My chest was still meaty with two puffy bags of flesh that just hung there, my tummy was so big you could even see my fine blond pubic hair unless you were looking upwards. I hated shower time and started coming in earlier than the others in the morning. At night in the dorms the girls would talk about boys and sex to each other after the lights went off but I was always left out. When it went quiet you could hear little snuffling noises and the girls got into bed with each other and kissed and masturbated together. No-one ever came to me and I was too embarrassed to do it to myself – to tell the truth I didn't really know how and had never tried. My sex sensations had been mainly in my head. But I would enjoy listening to the girls – the breathing becoming faster, the little moans that slipped out and the sucking noises. I would find my pants quite wet before the quiet finally came and we all went to sleep. I want to share with you some of my very special experiences. The next story is about the first time that a man had made love to me. I am not sure what else I will include but we will let the story of my life unravel as it goes. The Story of Joanne D'Arc Ch. 01 Chapter 1 – A journey to remember I was going back to school on the train after being sent home with chicken pox. We lived about a three hour train ride from the school. I was lying on the bunk in my compartment reading one of mom's books – she had built up quite a supply in the hatbox and would probably not miss it I thought. At the first stop a young couple came into my compartment, they had obviously just been married. She still had confetti in her dark hair and their suitcase had a "Just married" sticker on it. I was a bit embarrassed about my book and had put it under the cushion when they came in. I greeted them and declared that I was going to sleep. With my eyes closed I could hear them shifting around on the opposite bunk. I waited, listening carefully to figure out what they were doing. I didn't dare open my eyes. I heard the sound of kissing and soft murmuring – figuring that they were intent on themselves I opening my eyes slightly. They were obviously not interested in me. She was sitting back on the bunk and he had his back to me as he kissed here and fondled her breasts through her blouse. She had her arms around his neck. He started to fumble with the buttons of her top and opened it to show her tits. They were longish and pointed into full nipples that seemed an integral part of her boobs – her tanned skin flowing into the darker brown colour of the nipples. My nipples always seemed to be an afterthought, stuck or painted into the centre of my full tits – pinkish on creamy white. He lowered his head and began to suckle at her nipples. She arched her back and lowered her left hand to lift her breast towards his mouth. I could feel that familiar sex sensation beginning and opened my eyes fully to see what was happening. I didn't dare move but I wanted to get my hand down to my pants. I was lying on my side facing them and my right hand was up under my chin. I slowly lifted it away and without breathing lowered it to my crotch. I was wearing a dress – it showed less of my plump figure! With my fingers I gradually pulled up the hem until I could get my hand underneath and into my panties. They were still busy with each other. He was still kissing her nipples but had moved his right hand down to her skirt. She helped him to lift it and then lifted herself off the seat and together they eased her panties off. He was now kissing her mouth. Her pussy was covered in thick dark hair and as she guided his hand towards it she moaned softly. I could now feel my own sparse reddish pussy hair and the wetness of my panties. I reached in with my middle finger to get some lubrication and touched my clitoris. It was firm and I gave a little jump as I touched it. He now had his finger deep in her cunt and was gently moving it in and out. They had no interest in me but I shifted slightly pulling my jersey over me so that they couldn't see my dress pulled up and my hand in my panties. It was just as well because he stood up pulling her from the bunk. He completely unbuttoned her blouse and threw it next to her panties near the door. Then he lowered her skirt and knelt at her feet and began to kiss her pussy. It was at my eye level and I could see his tongue touching at her clit through the bush of dark hair. I couldn't see her completely without moving my head but she had her hands behind his head and seemed to be looking upwards because her back was arched as she pressed her pelvis into his face. I could feel the slippery warmth of my pussy juices around my fingers as I stroked my swollen clit between my index and middle fingers. My tummy had pulled tight and I straightened out my legs so that I could reach into my cunt hole. Suddenly she pulled him up and reached down to undo his belt. She was naked as he kissed her on her lips and then she dropped his trousers to the floor kneeling in front of him. My eyes were wide but hers were closed as she pursed her lips around the tip of his stiff cock. It was thicker and more curved than my brothers' but stood up perpendicular to the floor. She took his balls in her hands as she lowered her mouth over his penis. He took a sudden breath and lifted her up by the shoulders and turned her over onto her tummy on the bunk. Kicked off his trousers he raised his shirt over his head and then knelt behind her hold his cock down as he quided it into her pussy. He slowly pushed it right in and then began to pump into her with his arms straight and his hands on her back. She was on her knees and elbows with her face down between her arms. I was stroking furiously now and could feel little waves of pleasure that began deep in my groin and seemed to find themselves up to my chest. I turned fully onto my back and pulled by dress right up and held down my panties with my left hand as I fucked myself with my right index finger. I closed my eyes momentarily as a wave of pleasure shuddered through me and when I opened them, he was looking right at me. Our eyes locked for a moment, I felt a rush of blood to my face and then he closed his eyes and curved his back forward over her clasping his hands around her waist. He was moving fast now and she was moaning softly. Suddenly he straightened up and pushed deep into her and slowed his thrusting movement. When he stopped he leaned forward again and kissed her on the middle of her back. She straightened herself out on her tummy and closed her eyes. He stood up reaching behind him for her panties and he wiped his cock. It was still erect but pointing more forward than upwards. He didn't look at me but I was watching his every move, my hand now paralysed in my panties. He walked towards the window and looked out leaning with his hands on the frame. I could see a little drop of moisture coming out of the hole at the tip of his cock. I didn't know what to do so I just lay there quite frozen staring at his penis which was beginning to lean downwards in jerky little movements. His wife turned her head way from us and curled up slightly. He reached up and took a blanket from the top bunk and covered her. Then he turned and sat down on the bunk looking towards me. My dress was up around my waist, my right hand was still in my pants with the left one holding up the waist elastic. Our eyes locked and then he looked down towards my legs. I could see his cock begin to stiffen again. He looked at my face once more then stood up and lifted my dress right up. He put his left hand over my right one. I could feel only the sheer of my panties between our hands as he gently began to use my own hand to stroke my pussy. His cock was now ramrod stiff and I didn't know what was happening to me. Then he put both hands on the sides of my panties and began to pull them down. Involuntarily I lift my bum from the seat to help him. He pulled them right off and moved my legs apart, kneeling between them. I was looking at him but his eyes were now guiding his stiff cock towards my cunt. I felt the hard knob against the firm sensitivity of my pussy lips as he rubbed it up and down against them. Technically I wasn't a virgin, I had used my mom's dildo a few times, but this was a much more exquisite feeling as he thrust his cock into my pussy. He was doing it slowly and it was almost as if my lips were opening to grasp hold of him. It is an amazing thing to have a stiff thing in your cunt – its different, not you, and yet you feel it. But this was not at all like my mom's dildo – that was stiff, hard and unyielding, this was firm but soft. I could pull on my muscles down there and feel it give a little, but not much. He began to fuck me, it was amazing feeling him slide in and out as my cunt got even more slippery. He was starting to move faster and I moved my hand down to masturbate my clitoris. At first touch my whole body jumped and then I was rubbing its head in time to his thrusts. I loved the sensation of his pelvis bumping against my hand as I feverishly shook my hand over my pussy. Then the surge of my climax began, I thrust my pussy against him –once, twice, three times and then he pushed deep into me and then suddenly withdrew, taking his cock in his hand and he masturbated until he spurted his semen over my tummy and my hand which was still stroking my pussy. He then leaned forward and kissed me on my navel and stood up and dressed. I pulled my panties on again and pulled down my dress. I didn't quite know what to do after that but I knew that I needed to clean myself off. I stood up, wobbled a bit as the train jerked, and then left the compartment and when to the toilet. I wiped the semen off my tummy and from the inside of my dress and cleaned all the juices from my cunt. I was looking down at my swollen pussy lips when the train came to a stop. I quickly pulled up my panties and left the toilet to go back to the compartment. Ahead of me were the couple who had shared the journey with me, they had their bags and were getting off the train. I never saw them again. The Story of Joanne D'Arc Ch. 02 It was during the holidays in my last year at school that I found that someone other than mom and I were using the hatbox. By now its inventory had expanded to include a vibrator and several types of lubrication that gave heat or a tingling sensation. They also seemed to slow down the whole process towards the climax. My folks and brothers had gone off for the day and I was left alone – well not quite, Nellie our maid was doing the house and the ironing. I figured that she was in the laundry room so I sneaked into my mom's room to get something to read and to try out the new vibrator. I had seen it and felt it before – it was quite large and rubbery and shaped just like a man's cock. As I came into the room I saw Nellie kneeling upright on the floor before my mom's open wardrobe. The hatbox was on the floor in front of her and she had a bottle of the lube in her left hand and with her right hand she was masturbating herself. She was probably around my mom's age and I had never thought of her as a sexual being. But here she was, her clothes on the floor behind her, as she frantically rubbed at her pussy. I thought of leaving quietly when she opened her eyes and looked up into the mirror on the door of the wardrobe and saw me standing there. It was a surprise for both of us and she grabbed for her clothes and at the same time tried to put everything back into the hatbox, close it and put it back into the wardrobe. "What are you doing here?" I blurted out, "Just leave everything and stand up!" She stood up sheepishly, the bottle of lube still in her one hand, her clothes in the other trying to cover her nakedness. I had never seen a naked black woman before – it was interesting to see that her skin was paler under her clothes. "Let me see that," I said, taking the bottle from her. "What do you do with this?" I asked, as if I didn't know, "Show me." I was just a teenager so it was amazing how much authority I seemed to wield – perhaps it had something to do with her being black, or perhaps because she was a servant. She dropped her clothes to the floor and took the bottle back. Sitting on my mom's bed she opened her legs and squeezed some of the lube onto the crinkly hairs of her pussy. Handing the bottle back to me she proceeded to masturbate with both hands – with her left hand she put her index finger into her cunt while she masturbated her clit with her right hand. All the time she was looking straight at me. She seemed to have some kind of power over me as she watched me – I was mesmerised by her eyes. They had a deep look of knowing and understanding. She looked down at what her fingers were doing and so did I. Her right hand was moving fast over the lips of her cunt and she pushed her pelvis forward moaning slightly. I looked up at her face again. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. "Uh ..uh .." she said as her body froze in orgasm. I could feel my own desire. I had come here to do just that. She stood up and took me by the hand leading me to the bed. Standing in front of me she slowly unbuttoned my blouse, looking directly into my eyes. I was caught in the power again. She slipped my unbuttoned blouse off my shoulders and down my arms. Reaching behind me she undid my bra. With her eyes still fixed on mine she reached down to my jeans and undid the button and the zipper. With her thumbs in the waist band her pushed them down off my hips and then kneeling down she pulled my jeans and my panties down to my ankles. I was still holding the bottle of lube and my body was going through sensations that I had never known. I could feel her breath on my thighs as she first lifted my one foot then the other to remove my pants. She stood up and sat me on the bed, gently pushing me until I was lying down with my feet still on the floor. She took the lube from me and squeezed some onto her hand. As she put her hand on my cunt my body jerked involuntarily. I could feel the cold of the lube and the warmth of her hand. She was sitting on the bed next to me, leaning on her left hand and her right index finger lay the length of my slit. She pushed it down and I could feel the lips of my cunt close over her finger as its tip touch my pussy hole. It was an exquisite feeling. I opened my eyes to look at her and she was looking straight at me. She moved off the bed and pushed her finger right into my pussy. "This is what it feels like when a man fucks you," she said. I closed my eyes again and she fucked me with her finger, going slowly at first. I began to move my hips with her motion and she speeded up. When I thought I could take it no more she curled her finger deep inside my pussy and stopped the backward forward motion. She touched something inside and massaged it with gentle strokes of her finger tip. I felt that I couldn't breath and deep waves of sensation engulfed me. With her other hand she began to stroke my clit. It was more than I could bear. I shuddered and jerked my hips towards her hands and then it came. It was as if all the power in the whole world was in me, my body didn't feel like my own at all. I gritted my teeth and pushed my hips right off the bed – then suddenly it was over. I felt the waves of relief as the power left me again. I was utterly satisfied and at peace with everything. Nellie stood up and I lay there awhile just savouring the immense pleasure that I had just felt. When I looked up, Nellie was dressed again in her uniform. She had packed up the hatbox and was closing my mom's wardrobe. She came and sat on the bed next to me. "We must not do this again, "she said. "You have found something of being a woman but you are still a young girl. Remember that a man can bring a woman much pleasure but often he seeks only his own delight. You must teach him how to bring that pleasure to you as well but sometimes you must bring it to yourself also. Your mother has found that and so she keeps these things. Today we have found our pleasure with them, but we must not do it again." I leaned back on my arms looking at her and I knew that something new had started in my life. I wanted to be a woman who enjoyed her body. I didn't care about being plump anymore – my body was not what it was on the outside, but what it could bring me in intense pleasure. The Story of Joanne D'Arc Ch. 03 Although Nellie and I never did that again, and we never even talked about it, I was intrigued with what her sex life could be like. She lived alone in a flatlet attached to our house and seemed to have no male friends. She had been married but her husband had died. Once I overheard my mom telling my dad that Nellie had asked if her boyfriend could visit. She said no. Over weekends though, Nellie went home to visit her only daughter who was about my age, and I suppose she met up with her boyfriend there. One time when Nellie was away, I sneaked into her flat. It was the first time I had been in there since I was a little girl when she baby sat me when my parents were out. I remembered the musty smell and the soft worn blankets. I peeked into her wardrobe where her clothes were neatly stacked. I gently lifted everything to see if she had any secrets. The only thing I found was a jar of Vaseline and an empty perfume bottle shaped like a thick test tube. They were next to each other under her panties so I assumed that she used the perfume bottle as a kind of dildo. Under the pillow on her bed were her pajamas and a pair of panties. I lifted the mattress and found a tattered magazine. It was an A4 size booklet with photos of people making out with commentary in German. The photos were graphic with close ups of penises, cunts and penetration. There were two photo stories – one of a young blond girl and a young stud and another of the same girl with two guys. I paged through the booklet looking at the pictures and trying to follow the story. The second story had a series of pictures where both guys were fucking the girl at the same time – one guy was on his back with the girl over him. He had his cock in her cunt. The other guy was fucking her from behind. As I turned the pages I could feel my pussy begin to warm up. I had never though of arse fucking, nor of having two men at once. I did sometimes touch my arsehole while I was masturbating though and had found it to be an exquisite sensation. I slipped my pants off and sat on the bed. My pussy was throbbing and very wet. Holding the magazine with my left hand I ran my right hand over my pussy hair. I didn't want to masturbate. Just the moving of my cunt hairs was a pleasurable enough sensation. I moved my hand further down, feeling to where the skin became firmer around my anus. Touching the entrance there I tried to imagine what it would be like to be arse fucked. Getting up I fetched the perfume bottle and Vaseline. I carefully smeared the gel onto the makeshift dildo and tried to push it into my bum. There was major resistance. I smeared some Vaseline on my fingers and lubricated myself. I tried again with the bottle. It was tight and hard but eventually I got it in. It felt alien and strange but the feeling was amazing. My body seemed to grip the bottle tight and to resist any movement – I really felt penetrated. When I turned the pages of the magazine and came to the pictures where they both had their cocks in her cunt I almost flipped. I had tried finger fucking myself with both hands before. I was difficult because I had to do it in a sitting position and I found it hard to move my hands in different rhythms. I wondered what it might feel like to have two cocks at once. What did the guys feel as their cocks rubbed against each other? What did your pussy feel like to be stretched to take two cocks at once? With the dildo in my arse I began to finger fuck myself with the middle finger of my right hand. With my left hand I rubbed my clit. It was awkward because I am right handed so I left it, simply stimulating my clitoris with my right hand with the dildo still stuck tight in my bum. I stretched out on the bed and imagined that a guy had his cock in my arse as I masturbated. As I came in wave after wave I tightened around the bottle. Reaching under me with the left hand I fucked my arse with the bottle. My whole body writhed as the waves of pleasure came over me. Afterwards I lay there with my eyes closed to savour the sweet agony. When I opened my eyes I saw a small hole in the ceiling. Interesting, I thought. I stood up on the bed to get a closer look. I saw the lens of a webcam. Even more interesting. I sat down and using one of Nellie's tissues I wiped the cum that had run down my leg. I put everything away and tidied up. My brothers and their mates had been fooling around with a webcam a couple of weeks ago but I hadn't seen it around so had assumed that one of their friends had taken it. I went through to the house and into my brothers' room. The computer was on and recording Nellie's bed! Then I suddenly realised that it had recorded my recent escapade. I switched off the recording and searched for the file on the computer. There were dozens of files neatly filed in date sequence in folders named Nellie, Mom, Mom and Dad and Joanne. Some were just sound recordings but most were videos. I looked for the most recent one under Nellie. It started with just a view of the bed, then Nellie came in and I could see her laying out clothes on the bed for the weekend. She stripped naked and lay on the bed and masturbated with her fingers. It didn't take long but was hugely erotic. There was no sound but to see her hips jerking as the orgasm came over her brought a tingling warm feeling all over me flowing up from my groin. I figured that it must have happened about an hour before so when the video showed her packing up and leaving I fast forwarded to my episode. Wow! It was amazing to see me repeat what I had done just a little while before. I focussed on my face as I came. My eyes were closed and my mouth open with my tongue sticking out on the left side as it usually did when I concentrated hard. Suddenly I lifted my head and my eyes opened wide as the orgasm hit. Hey, I didn't even know that I did that! Then I laid my head back with a look of sheer contentment. That I knew about! I closed the video and deleted it. I couldn't have my brothers watching me in Nellie's room. My brothers were due back shortly so I quickly flipped through the other videos, the sound bytes would have to come later. There were videos of me in the bath, getting dressed in my room, masturbating on the bed and on the toilet seat. There were a few of mom and dad fucking on the bed, and of mom masturbating in the bath. Nellie's videos showed her doing herself on the bed in her room just as I had done. There was also one of Nellie's daughter, Lisa, sitting on the bed and paging through the German magazine. She was masturbating herself under the magazine. I quickly set the recording on again for Nellie's room, they had probably left it on by accident but I didn't know that. There were obviously cameras in the bathroom, my room and the folk's room as well – so I went to check to my room. The camera was on the corner, unobtrusively surveying the whole room from its little hidey hole in the ceiling. The Story of Joanne D'Arc Ch. 04 After that I was nervous to do anything in my room or bathroom with the cameras constantly watching me. I took to doing my thing in the lounge when everyone was out, or in the pool, or in my brothers' room which was obviously the safest place. I did however make a point of parading my naked body for the cameras when I was dressing or bathing – I didn't want them to know that I knew! I made a few excursions to the computer from time to time, watching the videos that they had saved. I found a number that they had downloaded from the internet. There were a lot of them showing girls sucking guys cocks. As I watched them I thought of my train ride when I had watched the girl with the pointy boobs sucking her newlywed husband's cock. I wondered what it felt like and often fantasized about sucking the cock of the man on the train. I wondered what the semen tasted like when they came in your mouth. I was soon to find out. It was the college dance. I was living at home now. I didn't have a boyfriend so some of us just paired up with others in the class. My partner was Terry, a mild mannered slightly plump nerd with blond hair and freckles – I suppose we were a kind of match. He fetched me from home in his Dad's car and we drove to the school. I was determined to make the evening enjoyable even though I was nervous and shy and didn't really know what to talk about with Terry. He treated me like a real lady, pulling out my chair at the table, bringing me a soda and so on. We danced the fast dances at the beginning, standing apart from each other and waving our arms and shuffling our feet. When the slow dances came towards the end of the evening we danced closer. Both of us were hesitant about touching at first. But I found a strange enjoyment from standing up against him as we moved around the dance floor. I put both my arms around him cuddling my breasts into his chest. As we moved I could feel his erection against my thigh. I purposefully moved my hips closer to him, but not too close. Neither of us acknowledged what was happening. He was quite stiff against me and I could feel that my panties were getting damp. Afterwards he drove me home, stopping the car in our driveway. He turned towards me and put his left arm over my shoulder. I turned into him and we kissed. It was really my first kiss. I didn't quite know what to do though the girls had often spoken of "french kissing" at school. His lips against mine were firm and his mouth slightly open. I opened my lips and felt his tongue touch them. Tentatively I opened my mouth wider and our tongues touched. It was an amazing sensation. I could feel my whole body warm and there were darts of power beginning to throb in my crotch. With his right hand he touched my left breast through my dress. Almost instantly I could feel my nipples begin to stiffen. We continued to kiss –his tongue and mine penetrating each other. He began to unbutton the top on my dress and with our mouths still connected I helped him. I pulled my dress down and reach behind to undo my bra. We were looking at each other. As my hands came forward to pull my bra off he looked down and taking my full right breast in his hand he bent down to kiss me on my nipple. They were both strong and firm –I had not known that my nipples could stretch that big. As he suckled on my tit I reached my right hand onto his thigh. He lifted his head and began to kiss me again dropping his right hand into my crotch. I was having my period and I didn't want Terry touching me there. I turned into him putting my left hand onto his pants. His cock was hard and with both my hands I tried to undo his zipper. It worked, he lifted his left hand from behind me and with both hands helped to get his pants off. I took his hard cock into my right hand and began to stroke it up and down. It was short and stubby and a bit hard to hold under the bulge that was his tummy. He lowered the seat and leaned backwards lifting his pelvis. It made it easier to hold his penis with my thumb and the tips of my first two fingers. He moaned as I stroked him and lifted himself higher. I leaned down to kiss him on the cock that I was stroking. In the dim light I could see its stiffness. He had been circumcised, like my brothers and the bulbous head at the end of his stubby shaft was almost purple in expectation. I took it in my mouth, as I had seen in the pictures. It was hard and soft at the same time and I could feel in my mouth, but not taste, the slippery precum that I had seen oozing out of the top. I rolled my tongue around him as I continued to jerk up and down with my fingers. He shifted his hips up towards my face and began to fuck into my mouth. I took his cock firmly in my mouth sucking hard and jerking with my hand. Suddenly he jerked up and came into my mouth. I could feel the spurts as he came. He moaned as I continued to suck his juices and he jerked a few times before slumping back on the seat. I could still feel the slippery wetness of his cum in my mouth and taste its sweet saltiness. I lifted my head and swallowed it, continuing to grip his cock in my fingers. I leaned towards him and kissed him on the mouth. He opened his lips and took my tongue into his mouth. We kissed for a little while then I sat up and did up my bra and rebuttoned my dress. "Wow", he said, "that was incredible!" He wanted to kiss some more but I reached to do up his pants and he understood, helping me to pull them up and do his zip. I grabbed my bag. "See you tomorrow", I said, as I opened the door and skipped towards the house. I saw Terry the next day. He came over dressed in baggy shorts and T-shirt which partially disguised his large tummy. I longed for him to touch me as I had touched him but I still had my period. We sat in the lounge of our house and kissed. He tried to get his hand under my dress but I wouldn't let him, and just in case he thought I didn't want to I said to him, "Next time!" I did jerk him off though and he came over his stomach and my hand. I watched in fascination as he jerked with each spasm, shooting his sperm up into the air. I wiped it up with my hand afterwards and licked it off my palm. The following weekend, he came to our house again. My folks and brothers were out. We listened to music and kissed, feeling each other through our clothes. I ran my hand under his shirt over his firm tummy, touching his chest –they were plump bulges, rather like a young girl's breasts. I lifted up his shirt and kissed them, wondering what it would be like to be with a girl. He seemed to like it, pulling my head into him as I sucked on his nipples. I moved my right hand into his crotch, feeling the stiffness there, and then lowered my hand to his knee and moved up inside the leg of his shorts. He opened his legs and I felt his balls and stiff cock through his underpants. I lifted my head from his chest and we kissed again. All the while I was gently moving the loose material of his underpants over his instrument. I could sense that he was close to coming. I thought to myself that it was always me getting him off. I didn't want him to think that he could never touch me, specially now that my period was over and my cunt felt so warm and swollen, so I stood up. "Lets take our clothes off," I said. Even though I was a bit self-conscious of my large body I felt comfortable with him because we had the same build. He stripped down while I lowered the top of my dress to my waist and undid my bra. Then with one movement I dropped my dress and panties. His short stubby cock was sticking straight out under his big stomach, it clearly didn't have the length to point skywards. I put my arms around him snuggling our bodies together as we kissed. I could feel the stiff moistness of his penis on my thigh as he pressed into me. As we kissed, he took my bum in his hands and pulled me even closer into him. My pussy was wet and I could feel a deep down throbbing in my groin. He manoeuvred me back to the couch and sat me down, sliding onto his knees with his head in my crotch. I put my hands to his head and pulled his face into my cunt. With his tongue he found my clitoris through my sparse pussy hair. Pursing his lips over it he began to suck it in and out of his mouth. It was exquisite -too much! I lifted his head from where it was pushing against my fat tummy and looked into his eyes. He was hungry for more and lifted himself up onto me where I was lying on the couch. With his right hand he directed his cock into my pussy. As he pressed it in I could feel my lips welcoming him in. But I didn't want to be fucked. One of the girls at school had fallen pregnant and I didn't want that to happen to me. He pushed his short thick stubby cock deeper into me and slowly began to fuck me. It was lovely but I didn't want it to go on to a point where we couldn't stop. Then I had an idea. Gently manoeuvring him off me I stood up and taking his hand I dragged him to my brothers' room. The computer was on. "Have you ever watched real live porn?" I asked, "This really turns me on." I clicked through to the video files and found the one of Nellie's daughter, Lisa. We sat there naked on the two chairs in front of the screen and watched her masturbate as she paged through the German magazine. Terry was mesmerised and began to stroke his cock as he watched the screen. After the short clip, I switched to one of Mom and Dad. They always seemed to make love the same way. They would kiss briefly then Mom would lift her nightie and guide Dad's hand to her pussy. After a few moments he would sit up and take off his shorts and settle on her in the missionary position guiding his cock into her cunt with his hand. Then he would roll onto his side and lift her leg over his body and take her from underneath. Mom would then masturbate her clit until they both came. Afterwards Dad would turn on his side and go to sleep. Mom would stare up and the ceiling for a while and when she was sure he was asleep she would masturbate again. Terry was fascinated and I could see that he was almost at his climax. By now I was standing behind him and he was slouched right back on the seat. "Watch this one," I said, and I leaned over him, brushing my boob on his shoulder, as clicked through to one of me masturbating on the toilet seat in the bathroom. I moved round in front of him kneeling on the floor between his legs. Making sure that he could still see the screen I took his cock into my mouth. His hands came behind my head as I sucked on the tip of his penis. Then, gripping my hair in his hands, he began to move my head up and down along his shaft. He pushed his pelvis into the air and into my face as he watched the screen. It was hurting where he was pulling my hair so I lifted my head right up just as he came. The spurts of hot liquid erupted onto my face, landing on my cheek and nose –the last few reaching only my breasts. "Did you like that?" I asked, smiling at him. His cum was dripping down my cheek as I looked into his eyes. His face was a pinky red colour and it spread down to his chest. For me it was amazing. I had not expected him to come right at that moment but to feel the hot spurts on my face gave me a deep inner satisfaction. I stood up off the floor and turned his chair round to face my brother's bed. "Now you're going to see it really live," I said, as I settled again the headboard and spread my legs. His cum was still dripping off my face and running down my plump breasts towards my nipples. I looked at him sitting there as I slowly began to scoop the liquid from my cunt to lubricate my clitoris. His cock was soft but I could see signs of stirring as I slowly masturbated myself. We watched each other and he took his now stiff cock in his hand. His pinky colour was now all over his chest and as I glanced into the mirror on the open wardrobe door I could see that my body was also glowing. With our eyes transfixed we masturbated ourselves, slowly at first and then faster as our climaxes drew near. We seemed to be working in perfect time. My fingers were flailing at my clit, my pussy lips were gorged, stiff and shiny. I dipped once more for some juice and as my fingers touched my tender piece I felt the rising sensation within me. Everything seemed to be centred in my pussy, my shoulders pulled in towards it and my knees involuntarily widened drawing my feet into the centre. I stroked furiously, I didn't care about Terry anymore and then I came, pulling every part of me towards the incredible sensation in my cunt. Suddenly released I stretched out again looking at Terry. He was in the last throes of his climax. He was stretched out on the chair, legs straight out in front of him, his back almost parallel to the floor. His eyes were closed, his face towards the ceiling, and his hand was stroking furiously on his cock. Then he came. Spurts of semen flew into the air landing on his thighs and the carpet. We looked at each other, seeing glazed eyes and pinky plump bodies –feeling the incredible exhilaration of the intimate moment that we had shared. After a while we got up, straighten the bed, cleaned the carpet and switched off the computer. Still naked we went into the bathroom where we kissed each other fondly as we wiped off the sweat and cum from our bodies. In the lounge we dressed and shared a soda before he went home. On the way he was knocked off his motorcycle by a drunk motorist and killed. For a time I felt a lot of guilt over what we had shared, especially watching the folks making love but then I began to realise that perhaps it could end no other way. What if he had begun to talk about it around town? It was a secret we shared that should go no further. But more about that later... The Story of Joanne D'Arc Ch. 05 I was sitting in the church at Terry's funeral, staring at the coffin and the photo of him resting on top of it. Lisa was sitting next to me. We had been friends for a long time. Her Mum, Nellie, was our maid and occasionally she stayed over in Nellie's flat at our house. We had gone to different schools –she to a Zulu rural school near Nellie's home and me to boarding school, but now we were at College together. We were both studying courses in the hospitality industry. (She is now a successful Wedding Co-ordinator having done many celebrity weddings for Kwaito stars; I, as I have said previously, have my own franchised Coffee Shop in a large Mall.) Around us were other students from the College. I stared at the photograph of Terry, remembering the brief encounters we had shared, and suddenly I had no regrets. We had shared something very intimate and personal in just two short weeks. He had died in a motorcycle accident just after our last meeting when I had showed him the videos on my brothers' computer. I had showed him the one of Lisa in her mother's room masturbating, and of my folks fucking in their bedroom and me masturbating on the toilet. He had come over my face and then I had masturbated for him and him for me. It had been the most erotic moment of my life so far. (See "The Story of Joanne D'Arc – My first 'boyfriend'.) As the minister brought the service to a close Lisa leaned over and asked if we were going to the burial. I didn't think so, so I suggested that we go for coffee instead. After the service we gave our condolences to his parents and went across the road to a Coffee Shop. They were not licensed to sell liquor but they did sell Irish Coffees so we ordered one each, feeling the need for some inner warmth. After they arrived I said to Lisa, "Terry and I almost made love before he died." "Almost?" She asked. I explained that I was not ready to fuck and so we had just indulged in some mutual masturbation. "But that is just like our Zulu culture," she said, "I thought you white people just fucked when you felt like it." We discussed the different approaches in our two cultures. I said that we had two schools of thought –those who saved themselves for marriage and those who just did it. She told me about ukuHlobonga. "In Zulu culture," she said, "a maiden must always be ready for a man. We have a custom that when a man stops you on the road to talk, you must be ready to lie down with him." "Any man," I asked incredulously. "Well, not every man will stop you," she responded, "but when a man does he is admiring you and you must be ready to repay the compliment." I couldn't believe it. "Have you been stopped and fucked like that?" "Yes, many times," she said, "but its not really fucking. The man doesn't penetrate, he just puts his cock between your thighs and rubs himself in a fucking motion until he comes. Sometimes he wants you on your back and sometimes you kneel in front of him." I sipped at the Irish Coffee, amazed that this pretty black girl had been fucked in that way many times by what were effective just passers-by. She explained that there was nothing in it for the girl but that she had personally often been excited by it –especially the prospect of getting caught by another passer-by and also the admiration of the man. It had started, she said, in the time of Shaka when he wanted to satisfy the sexual needs of his soldiers but not create a nation of unmarried pregnant women. The practice had been absorbed into Zulu culture but in modern times the men were not satisfied with just fucking between the thighs –they wanted to really fuck the girl, or for her to suck him off or to masturbate him. Then she blushed under her dark skin and said, "I have been properly fucked though. Just twice by single men, but also by many one time by a group of boys at college who were 'streamlining'". She explained that this was a new craze amongst modern youth where the young men used the principle of ukuHlobonga to accost a girl and then they would each fuck her straight after each other. It sounded very much like a gangbang to me but she said that it was not really. It was a chance but willing encounter that conformed to her culture –it was just more than one man at a time. It wasn't all that different, for example, to ukuHlobonga with two men on a path on the same day when she went down to the river to fetch water. She explained that they didn't use condoms because then there would be no stream lining of the girl's pussy. She had been afraid of HIV/Aids after the incident but had recently had a test and fortunately was negative. I pondered the thought as we sipped our second Irish Coffee. My pussy was quite damp under my black dress. Both the talk and the Irish Coffee were having their effect. I had never yet been fucked but I savoured thought of a number of men coming into me one after the other. I wiggled my fat bum on the seat. "What did it feel like –this streamlining?" I asked. "Well, it's actually better than just one," she said. "Often the man is ready to fuck before your juices flow, and then it's sore. But when there are many your pussy is full of the juices of the men before. It's not sore then and the later men take longer and you have your own pleasure." "How many streamlined you?" I asked. "It was seven boys. Sipho started. (He was a boy of nineteen in our class). He is not so big so it was easier. The last was David. He has a really big cock and he fucked me for a long time –maybe twenty minutes, front and back. I felt my pleasure twice with him and once with Edward who was before him." "Did the other boys watch?" "No. In our culture, fucking is private. The boys who were waiting talked together and looked the other way. When they were finished with me they went on their way. I was walking through the trees from our lecture room, when Sipho stopped me. We talked as a Zulu boy and girl will. He stood close to me, holding my hands. He asked about ukuHlobonga. I like him so I agreed. We kissed and then he said that he and the others wanted to streamline. I knew about it but I was very hesitant. We kissed some more and then he took me off the path. We Zulu girls wear cycling shorts now so that it is not too easy to be fucked and I took them off. He lay on top of me and put his penis in. It wasn't long and then Moise came to take his place. One after one they fucked me. Some from on top and some from behind. Edward wanted it from behind. My cunt was dripping with the cum of five others and he slipped in easily. His cock was big and he fucked me hard. I came. Then it was David's turn. He fucked me first from behind, with me on my knees. I came that time and again when he turned me over onto my back. When they left I had to use all my tissues to clean their cum from my cunt." I was now really wet in my pussy. I wondered how I could arrange the same thing for me. Difficult. I was a white girl, they probably wouldn't dream of ukuHlobonga with me. How to arrange it? I ordered another Irish Coffee –that was my allowance gone. "Do you masturbate?" I asked, longing to do it myself. (In fact I am doing it right now as I type this. I am sitting naked in front of my computer and the memories have made me really hot!) She blushed again and looked down coyly. "We don't talk about it," she said, "but yes, I do. Zulu men pleasure themselves, we seldom reach it, so we have to pleasure ourselves." I knew that she did. At least I had one video of her doing it in her mother's room with the German magazine. I had an idea. "Come, lets go home." We walked briskly to our house. I could feel the quishiness in my pussy as I walked. Everyone at home was out so we went into my brothers' room. I turned on the computer and clicked through to the video of me masturbating on the toilet that I had shown to Terry. We watched in silence. The Irish Coffees had eased all our inhibitions. When the movie was over we turned to each other. I could see the redness of passion under her dark skin. I was so hot now too. I clicked to the one of her on her mother's bed. She let out a little cry but then she watched in fascination. I put my hand across her shoulders as we sat side by side. As the movie came to an end, I pulled her towards me and kissed her on her mouth. She didn't seem to know what to do and so I gently touched her lips with my tongue until her mouth opened. I penetrated her mouth and her arms came around me. We hugged and kissed, feeling each other's bodies. Hers was slim, mine was plump. Her breasts were compact and tight in her dress, mine were full and overflowing. I leaned over and switched the computer off. We stood up, both of us in our black funeral dresses. I led her to my own room and locked the door behind us. I turned to her and began to undress her. The dress had buttons down the front to the waist. As I undid the buttons, I saw that she was wearing a black bra and she was wearing black cycling shorts. I stripped them off, marvelling at her smooth skin and deep black nipples. Around her cunt she had a bush, really a bush, of curly black hair. I led her to the settee and stripped off my own clothes. I was wearing a full black bra (needed to for the size of my boobs) and a black g-string which barely fitted. My carroty cunt hairs curled out from all sides and it pulled up my arse. I took them off and we sat together, a fat white girl and a slim black maiden. We kissed and fondled each other for a time. I put my hand into her crotch, feeling the crinkly black hair. She was as wet as can be. I scooped up the juices from her pussy and began to massage her clitoris. The effect was amazing. She writhed under my fingers lowering her body into a supine position. She was interested in nothing else. I rubbed her clit fast with my right index finger, interested in nothing other than her climax. She bucked her hips and writhed under my ministrations, then she opened her eyes –they glazed over and she came. We hugged for a few minutes then she pushed me towards the end of the settee. I went onto my knees, leaning on the arm rest, and she began to rub my swollen pussy lips from underneath. My cunt was so wet now that she easily dipped her fingers inside –first her middle finger then the index finger also. She was fucking me with her hand! Just like her mother had done once before. She slowed and I could feel her getting her fingers in position to put them all into me. She tucked her thumb into her hand and pushed hard. My cunt resisted and then it was in! She put her other hand on my back and began to hand fuck me with a vengeance. It was sore but it was nice –she turned her hand inside of me and with her middle finger she touched the place where her mother had made exquisite sensations. I erupted! I couldn't help myself. The climax raced from my pussy to my gut, back to my pussy, to my head and then it started all over again. She pulled her hand from my cunt and we both rolled to sit on the settee again. She took her wet hand and began to rub it over their hairs on my fat pudenda. It was too much. I leaned into her again and we kissed deeply –she much more relaxed this time. "I saw the camera," she said, "I saw it that day after the magazine. I thought it was your father who had put it in. Mom told me that he often came into her room." I had a double take, Dad fucking Nellie. I couldn't believe it. His sex life with Mom was so ordinary, so plain, as I had seen on the videos. I would have to do some more detective work. The Story of Joanne D'Arc Ch. 06 After my conversation with Lisa I became obsessed with finding videos on my brothers' computer where my father went into her flat. We had had an amazing conversation about sex and I had showed her the videos of me masturbating in the bathroom and of her in her mother's flat when she had masturbated to a German sex magazine. She told me that her mom, Nellie, our maid, had told her that my father often came into her room. My brothers' had installed hidden cameras in my room, Nellie's room, the bathroom and in my parents' room. They were secretly recording videos on their computer. I had watched many of them including those of my parents making love. Mom was obviously quite highly sexed (she had a collection of books and dildos hidden away in a hatbox) but Dad seemed quite ordinary and boring in his sex life. He had a few porn pictures hidden in his wardrobe that my brothers' had shown me but he always made love in the same way. Starting in the missionary position he would soon slide onto his side with Mom's leg over him and then he would fuck her from underneath. She would masturbate her clit and then later, when he was asleep, she would masturbate again. The thought of him and Nellie added a new dimension to my thinking about him. At every opportunity I sneaked into my brothers' room and checked out the videos. They were filed according to the room that they recorded but each movie was simply filed by the camera code. If there were any they had to be in the file marked "Nellie's Room". One by one I watched the videos but I found none of Dad. There was one however, in which Nellie undressed and posed her body looking at someone who was obviously in the room taking photographs judging by the intermittent flashes. She lay on the bed stroking her tits and masturbated until she came. Afterwards she licked the goo from her fingers. I never found out who was taking the pictures but I invented this story (my first fantasy, all my stories so far are real events)based on the scene in Grace Metalious' book, "The Tight White Collar" which I had once found in Mom's hatbox. In the scene Theo Justine comes into Doris Delaney's room where she is working as a maid. He had discovered that she was reading the books in his secret porn collection. The family is away for the holidays and she is frightened about being fired. One night he comes into her room and tells her to take off her clothes. She teases him until he fucks her and from then on her life changes direction. I tell it from Nellie's perspective. Read on.. It was a hot Saturday afternoon. I had just finished in the house and was stripping off for a shower. Only Mr D'Arc was at home, the rest of the family had gone to the beach for the day. I tossed my clothes onto the bed, my bra and panties on top. They were the new white lacy ones that I had bought the previous afternoon. I was thinking that I should wash them when I heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I called. "Its me," he said, "I've come to check on the light bulbs." I wrapped my dressing gown around me and went to the door. It was Mr D'Arc with a box of light bulbs under his arm. "Any lights need changing?" he asked. The set of ceiling lights in the little lounge where we now stood had only one bulb burning. "Ah," he said, "Lets get this fixed." He pulled up a chair and stood on it reaching up to the light. The chair wasn't too steady and he wobbled a bit on it. I reached out to steady him with a hand on either side of his hips, seeing the bulge in his pants. "Thanks," he said, looking down at me. My gown had opened slightly and he could see the cleft between my breasts and down to the dark place between my legs. He finished changing the bulbs and climbed down while I closed up my gown and tightened the belt around my waist. The bedside lamp in my room was also out and so was the light in the bathroom. He changed the bedside light first, taking a good look at my new underwear. Then he went into the bathroom and he stood on the chair to change that light. The bathroom was quite small so I just stood in the doorway watching him. When he came down I stood out of the way to let him pass. At the door to the bedroom he stopped and turned around. "That's nice underwear," he said, looking at the bed, "is it new?" I quickly picked them up and bundled them up in my hands so that he couldn't see what they were. He continued to look at me, longer than was necessary. "You have a nice body," he said, "Will you take off your clothes for me." I was taken aback but he was the master and I was just the maid. I slowly undid the belt around my midriff and shrugged the gown from my shoulders. He could still see nothing. Slowly I lowered the top of the gown until he could see my breasts, full and brown with dark black pointed nipples. They had suddenly become erect. He had a sudden intake of breath. I dropped the gown to the floor so that he could see also the full bush of crinkly black hair around my pussy. He stared at my body clutching the light bulbs to his chest and I could see the bulge appearing in his pants. "Turn around," he said. And I slowly turned around showing him my firm round buttocks. I turned to face him again, looking into his eyes as I rub my tit with one hand and covering my pussy with the other. "Put on your underwear," he said. I took up the bra which was now lying on the floor and wriggled my breasts into it. Then bending down again I picked up the panties and slowly put one foot in, then the other. I pulled them up over my knees and up my thighs, wiggling my bottom to get their elastic stretchiness over my bum. He stared for a few moments and then turned and left. Afterwards I stripped off again and washed my new underwear while I was showering. I was feeling quite randy after all of this and so I masturbated in the shower, thinking about Mr D'Arc fucking me. The next day was Sunday, and my day off. I was still asleep in bed when I heard a knock on the door, then a key being inserted and the door being unlocked. I sat up in my bed and Mr D'Arc came into my bedroom. He had a tray of food and a camera in his hands. "The family is out," he said, "I've brought you some breakfast and I want to take some photos." He sat on the end of my bed and put the tray on my lap, removing the camera. I was still a bit asleep and my fuzzy hair was all over the place. My nightie had fallen open and my breasts were quite visible. He peered through the camera and clicked. The flash woke me up completely. "Master," I said, "what are you doing?" He explained that he had admired my body the previous day and wanted to take some photos. I looked at him and realized that he was dead set on this and that I had no option. I ate the toast and drank the coffee while he flashed away with the camera taking pictures of me in bed with my tits exposed and now touching the tray on my lap. "I must pee," I said, getting up and heading for the bathroom. There was no door to the bathroom so he stood there taking pictures of me on the loo and wiping my pussy after I had finished pissing. When I came back into the bedroom he made me pose and take off my nightie. I was wearing an old pair of blue panties and he clicked away while I took them off. Then he asked me to dress in my new underwear and to put on my best clothes. I dressed in front of my wardrobe, turning from time to time so that he could get pictures from all angles. I found that I was enjoying this, my pussy was getting quite damp and I could see his erection clearly in his pants. He closed the wardrobe door when I was fully dressed – I had even done up my hair and put on some purple lipstick. He now wanted me to strip off again. I slowly removed my outer clothing again until I was dressed in only my new white underwear which was a stark contrast with my dark skin. "Take them off," he breathed, putting down the camera. I put my hand behind my back and unhooked the bra, pushing my tits forward as I did so. His hand was on his crotch where his cock was bulging against his pants. As I slipped the bra from my shoulders he began to undo his belt and zipper. I slipped my thumbs into my panties on either side of my hips and began to lower them. He now had his cock out with his pants down to his knees and he was stroking himself as he watched me. I dropped my panties to the floor and began to run my hand over my pussy watching him. The effect was electric. How had we come to this from changing light bulbs? His penis was long, straight and uncircumcised. With each down stroke his foreskin pulled back revealing the red purple head of his cock and with each upstroke it was covered again. He had a bush of black hair that covered his strong thighs and ran up his full stomach into his navel where he was holding up his shirt. I looked into his face and could see that he was almost at his climax. "Slow down, Master," I said, kneeling on the floor in front of him. I wanted to see him up close. He slowed the movement looking down into my eyes. I looked away and down at his cock. His foreskin pulled away from the bulb and I could see a stream of precum forming. I put my hand over his pulling it away from his cock and licked away the moisture. He shuddered as my tongue touched his cock and then he pressed it into my mouth. I closed my purple lips over him, feeling this firm but velvety protrusion in my mouth. I pulled his foreskin right back pulling with my mouth on the soft slippery bulb of his cock while I stoked the rest of the shaft with my one hand and his hairy scrotum with the other. It was too much for him and I felt the jets of his cum as he jerked his body into my face. I rolled my tongue and the slippery juice around his cock. He shuddered and jerked, clutching my fuzzy hair in both hands. Then he began to slowly fuck my mouth, long deep strokes. I tightened and loosened my lips around him. He was leaning forward over me now, still clutching my hair. Then he speeded up, he was ramming this long cock deep into my mouth almost to my tonsils and then he stopped motionless. Holding my head tight with his back now arched backwards he came again deep into my mouth. I could feel the spurts in my throat in the motionlessness of it all. Afterwards he slowly withdrew his cock and wiped it off on his shirt. Leaning forward he also wiped the little bit of cum that had come out the side of my mouth. He pulled up his pants and sat on the chair while I went back to the bed. Leaning against the wall on the short side of the bed I opened my legs and began to masturbate. I watched him, this white man, who I had dreamed about for so many nights. In the house I had imagined him naked, I had thought about him fucking my mistress. I knew she was highly sexed and often went into her wardrobe to touch her things and use her dildo. I thought about how I washed his underclothes and rubbed them against my face, my breasts, my pussy. I thought about the black and white pictures in his wardrobe of couples fucking and I thought about my pictures soon to join them. He was staring at my hand over my cunt with my finger deep inside. I opened the pussy lips for him to see the pink inside –we were not so different after all. He looked up at me again and our eyes locked. I could feel that I was almost at my climax. I closed my eyes and rubbed my clitty with renewed vigor. I was almost there when his shadow fell across me. He had taken off his clothes and was standing in front of me, his huge belly and his stiff cock rising from the black mass of hair around his groin. He was stroking his cock again and I could see the bulbous head appearing and disappearing behind his foreskin. I sat up and turned around offering him my backside. I was still stroking myself from underneath. He put one hand on my back and guided his stiff cock into my pussy. I could feel it pressing against the soft skin and then it slipped in to the wet interior. I reached further under me to touch him where he was inside of me. He wasn't moving. Slowly he pushed deeper and then withdrew. It was wonderful. He stroked into me with slow firm deep strokes. I could now feel his balls with my fingers and the sensation of having this long penis inside of me at last was bringing everything to boil deep inside my middle. He withdrew his cock from my cunt. I took the firm slipperiness of it in my hand and then felt his hand close over mine as he lifted up his cock and pressed it up against my arsehole. He pulled my bum cheeks apart and pressed harder. There was major resistance but I didn't care, I was about to come. As he slowly pressed his long shaft into me I came. My body shuddered and the heat pumped up from my groin. He was deep inside now and he began to fuck faster gripping tight on my hips. I pinched my bum closed and he moaned, fucking even faster against the tight hold that I had on him. Then, all at once, he pushed deep and I could feel his cock shuddering inside of me as he spurted again. Afterwards he knelt down beside the bed and I rolled over to sit against the wall looking at him. He head was down against the bed and his shoulders and back were flushed with exertion. Then he stood up, his cock now hanging down with his cum still glistening on it. "I've never had such good sex," he said. "Do you mind if I come again?" "No, master," I replied. "It was good for me also!" He came many times after that when the family were out. Sometimes he just took pictures but often we fucked. I never told him that I knew about the camera in the ceiling. And I always put a cover over it when the family went away.