As a woman she knew just how to please me, honing in on my clit, probing it with her tongue and gently sucking and teasing it, encouraging it to grow from her ministrations. I began to grind my woops against her face, clutching the bed head for support. ‘Yes, auntie, yes, love my woops. Give me your woman’s love. Ummm, I love what you’re doing to me, i’ve needed this for so long - this is what i’ve wanted. Oh auntie your making me so wet, uh, uh, oh yes…urgghh, yes auntie, yes, ahh, ahh…’
Her tongue was now jabbing into me again and again, deep into my wet and open hole. Her hands were on my arse, squeezing the cheeks, pulling me open for her greedy mouth. My juices were flow flowing thick and fast and I was humping against this woman’s tongue, enjoying the sexual release she was giving me. My orgasm was building now and I began to scream out, arching my back as I gripped the headboard tightly.
When my orgasm was spent I slumped forward, stunned - not only from its violence, but from the fact that I’d orgasmed from the touch and tongue of another woman. I rolled off Mrs Kumila’s face and lay on my back, panting for breath, my breasts heaving and my skin covered in a sheen of sweat. My hair too was wet with perspiration. I was and felt myself to be a totally wanton slut.
I reached across to Mrs Kumila and softly squeezed her hand. She shifted herself onto her side, her heavy, ripe, body wonderful to behold. Our eyes met and I looked at her with tenderness and gratitude. ‘Thank you,’ I managed to say. ‘Thank you for the best orgasm of my life. I can’t believe I’m saying this - that I’d be thanking a woman for satisfying me like this. My darling auntie, how did you know - how did you know this was what I wanted?’
Mrs Kumila reached across and gently stroked my damp forehead, pushing the hair from my eyes. ‘You don’t need to thank me my dear. The debt is all mine my sweet. I know an erotic woman when I meet one. I’ve loved and lusted after women for many years. I can sense from a woman’s reactions to my presence if she is open to the love of a woman - and believe me honey, most are…’
As she said this her hand slowly wandered across my face, over my lips, down the side of my neck and to my right left nipple. She began to finger its hardness, making it erect. ‘For you see, Anita, I understand a woman’s needs, I know where to touch and suck, caress and massage. Most women find me a better lover than any man. They go home to their husbands, but they go home as lesbians.’
Mrs Kumila leaned over to me now and began to kiss my stomach, making her way up to my breasts, her hand sliding up between my legs - which I opened to give her access to my pussy, hungry again for her ministrations. ‘Can you understand that Anita, can you understand women who want me for a lesbian lover, who resist their husbands and save themselves for me? Would you do that if I asked you? Would you give yourself to me Anita? Would you become my lesbian slut if I wanted you to?
My woops was speaking for me honey. I opened my thighs wider and wider, desperate to show her my love, to open for her touch. Her finger was teasing my clit, drawing it from its hood, stimulating it in ways I could never have imagined. I slid my fingers into Mrs Kumila’s hair and pulled her too me, clasping her so tight, loving her voluptuous form, the scent of her perfume, her intoxicating femininity. ‘Yes, auntie, yes, I admit it, I’ll do what you say. Yes, I’m a lesbian, your lesbian, and I’ll come to you whenever you say, whenever I can. I love you and I love what you’ve done to me and are making me. Use me how you wish - but please, darling, please love your Anita…’
I couldn’t finish the sentence as Mrs Kumila’s red lips closed over mine while two of her fingers slid into my woops. I was wet and slippery and she moved her fingers in and out with ease while her thumb continued to torment my clit. My juices were flowing thick and fast and Mrs Kumila eased her fingers out and raised them to my face.
‘Here you are my love, breathe in the scent of a woman, the most arousing smell in the world.’ I smelt deeply my own juices, loving their pungent odour. ‘It’s good isn’t it my love? Now taste yourself for me.’ She lowered her fingers to my lips and, gazing all the while into her eyes, I slowly sucked her fingers into my mouth. This act of sucking my own feminine juices from the fingers of this lesbian while I gazed into her deep dark eyes was supremely erotic. I relished every heady drop. ‘That’s a good girl. You are going to learn to love the taste of pussy - I can tell your going to love eating my hairy woops aren’t you? I can’t wait till your young lips are kissing my mature ripe pussy. But I think my love that today you’d like me to woops you - to take your lesbian virginity. I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you my sweet?’
To my disappointment Mrs Kumila slide off me and crawled across to the side of the large bed. She eased herself off and walked across to the bathroom. I watched longingly the swing of her ample hips and plump arse. As I lay on the bed I stroked my pussy, yearning for my lover to return. And then, looking up, I saw her at the door of the bathroom, she was leaning against the doorframe in a seductive pose, her hips jutting out. And there, strapped around her hips was a large black cock.
As I looked at her she began to stroke it and then with oozing sensuality walked towards me. Her pendulous breasts swung as she walked, as did the shiny black cock. The sight of such a sexy woman sporting an erect cock was extraordinary. Id never seen such a big cock and to see it on a woman was too much.