Monday, 27 March 2017

ZALZALAH

Aku ada seorang rakan fb bernama Zalzalah bekerja di sebuah bank. Dia duduk di Kajang manakala aku duduk di Seri Kembangan. Lama juga aku mengenalinya melalui fb tetapi tak pernah kujumpanya. Lagipun dia suami orang. Aku tak nak ganggu rumahtangganya.

Satu malam sedang aku buka fb, aku nampak dia komen dalam wall orang lain yang hantar gambar mek salleh tengah main. Besar batang mat salleh itu. Aku pun mesej dalam inbox fbnya suka sangatlah tengok gambar tu. Dia tanya gambar yang mana. Aku kata gambar perempuan dan lelaki mat salleh tengah main.Dia kata suka suka sahaja.

Dia minta no hpku tapi aku tak beri. Walaupun aku janda aku tak suka dihubungi oleh mana-mana lelaki kerana semua lelaki anggap semua janda murah. Aku tak nak terperangkap dengan mana-mana lelaki yang hanya buat janji palsu. Sebelum dapat janji nak nikah, bila dah dapat main, terus lari dari hidupku. Sejak itu aku serik dengan lelaki.

Pada suatu malam jam 11 malam aku buka laptop di rumah dan buka fb. Kebetulan Zalzalah yang baru balik main futsal turut buka fb. Maka kami pun chatting. Aku tanya mana bininya. Dia kata sudah tidur. Aku jawab, patutlah awal tidur pasal malam itu malam Jumaat tapi dia kata no entry.

Aku kata masa no entry dulu ketika aku bersuami, suamiku selalu main denganku walaupun ada darah. Sedap juga kataku. Dia kata geli. Aku tanya kenapa tak main jubur. Dia kata tak biasanya cuma jilat jubur aja. Kami terus bercakap tentang seks dalam chatting itu. Aku yang sudah lama putus dengan pak wekku seronok mendengar kisah seks kami. Sampai basah lencun lubang pukiku.

Zalzalah kata dia suka doggy yang merupakan favouriteku. Punggungku memang besar jadi idaman ramai lelaki untuk doggy. Tapi aku tak layan semua lelaki dalam fb kerana mereka hanya sekadar nak main dan bukannya nak ambil aku sebagai isteri.

Aku tak kesah jadi isteri kedua asalkan dapat seks yang halal tapi semua nak test drive dulu. Kata mereka, beli kereta kena test drive, jadi nak nikah kena test drive dulu, nanti lepas nikah baru tahu tak pandai servis, rugi sahaja nikah.

Pada suatu hari aku kesempitan wang untuk balik kampung segera kerana nenek meninggal di Johor. Aku teringat pada Zalzalah rakan fbku. Aku hantar mesej dalam inbox kepadanya minta pertolongan. Dia tanya tolong apa, aku jawab aku perlu duit nak balik kampung segera sebanyak RM300. Boleh tak bank in, tanya aku. Dia kata kalau bank in, dia dapat apa. Aku jawab lepas balik kampung nanti, u nak apa saja, u mintalah i beri.


Aku beri no akaun CIMBku kepadanya. Setengah jam kemudian aku dapati RM300 sudah ada dalam akaunku. Walaupun kami sering berhubung dalam fb, kami tak tahu no hp masing-masing. Seminggu kemudian aku balik dari Segamat, Zalzalah menuntut janjinya.

Kami bertemu di sebuah kafe di Puchong. Biar jauh dari Kajang supaya isterinya tak tahu kami dating. handsome juga orangnya. Dia sebaya denganku dan dia baru ada dua orang anak, isterinya juga bekerja.

"Hari tu u kata i nak apa saja, i boleh minta dari u," kata Zalzalah.
"U nak apa?" tanyaku.
"I nak u lah Yana," katanya sambil memegang tanganku dalam kereta. Kami pun berciuman dalam keretanya yang bercermin gelap itu. Kami check in di sebuah hotel bajet di situ dan apa yang diidamkan oleh Zalzalah dalam fb ketika chatting denganku menjadi kenyataan.

Lama juga kami main hari itu. Dia puas dengan servisku. Dia jilat nonokku sepuas-puasnya dan aku hisap batangnya yang panjang itu sepuas-puasnya. Dua kali kami main sehingga lewat senja baru kami balik.

"U kata u tak pernah curang dengan isteri u?" tanyaku.



"Ni kali pertama i curang, i tak tahan tengok tetek u yang besar dan punggung u yang besar. Tak sia-sia i kenali u dalam fb," katanya. Sejak itu Zalzalah menjadi boyfriendku dan akhirnya dia meminangku untuk dijadikan isteri keduanya.Tak sangka pula kami bertemu jodoh melalui facebook.

Sunday, 26 March 2017

MY LESBIAN WIFE


Always, in the evening, I love to hold my beautiful 
Indian wife Anita in my arms and gently caress her soft 
and smooth body. She is 34 years old and very feminine. 
Her body is naturally curvaceous - with generous 
breasts and nicely rounded arse. But she looks after 
herself, exercising regularly and keeping her stomach 
nice and flat and her legs well-toned. Her hair is deep 
black and her skin dusky - its richness set off by her 
red lipstick and the golden bangles and necklaces she 
loves to wear. 

Oh yes, her perfume is always noticeable. In short, she 
is striking indeed and always turns heads. She is also 
very sensuous and more than satisfies my needs. He cunt 
is shaven smooth and always open to me - and invariably 
wet. What more could a man ask? Well, I was now about 
to discover that there was more.

One evening as we lay together Anita reached for my 
cock and began to gently and seductively stroked it. 
But there is something different about her, an air of 
nervous excitement. She leans across to kiss me, her 
soft breasts sliding across my chest. As she does so 
she holds my gaze. 'Darling,' she says, 'I have a 
confession to make. I need to tell you something. 
Something happened while you were at work today. Your 
Indian woman had an adventure. I'm a little nervous 
telling you. But I don't want any secrets between us. I 
think you can handle it - can't you?' 'Go ahead, I 
reply, you know I support you in whatever you do.' 

'Well, she continued, you know Mrs. Kumila across the 
road?' I did. She was a well-built woman in her late 
50s who had stopped and chatted to us when we first 
arrived in the neighbourhood. Her appearance was 
arresting: thick black hair, large, buxom, breasts, and 
wide hips. 

Her husband was a wealthy businessman who spent a lot 
of time away from the home. She didn't seem to mind, 
she was one of those self-sufficient women who busied 
herself with not very much. 'Well, I passed her in the 
street today. We chatted and she invited me over for 
some afternoon tea. Come any time she said, the later 
the better.

It was about 5.00pm when I knocked on the door, to be 
admitted by a pretty oriental maid. She told me to go 
upstairs. Madam was just getting ready and had given 
her instructions to send me up. The maid smiled 
bashfully as she said this - sweetly I thought. 

I ascended the stairs and finding the door to what I 
thought must be the bedroom ajar gently knocked and 
entered. The air was humid from the effects of a 
shower, and Mrs. Kumila entered from her shower room 
wrapped in a large red towel. It had to be large, for 
as you know she is a large woman! 

She came up to me enthusiastically and kissed me on the 
cheek. 'I'm so glad you could come, I'm just getting 
ready from my shower, do come and keep me company. She 
took my hand and led me across to the dressing table, 
where she sat before a large mirror. 

She began to do her make-up, putting a luscious red 
lipstick and combing her long black hair. She is a 
handsome woman, and I found myself watching her 
closely. Every so often she fixed her gaze on mine in 
the mirror. I noticed that she had hair under her 
armpits. I found the sight strangely arousing. 

Normally women are smooth, but the sight of this hair 
under Mrs. Kumila's arms was intriguing - speaking of 
earthy and elemental passions. She began to apply 
lotion to her shoulders and arms. Be a sweetie, she 
said, and rub some of this lotion on my back. 

I was nervous. The thought of touching this woman's 
naked skin was bad enough, but she was observing me 
very closely in the mirror. Her skin was soft and 
smooth. The sensations I felt were electric. This act 
of massaging a woman's back was deeply erotic and I 
responded by backing my massage as slow and sensual as 
I could, kneading her shoulders with both my hands and 
easing the tensions in her neck muscles. 

Mrs. Kumila lent back against me and rolled her head 
from side to side. 'Ah, this feels so good Anita. You 
are doing such a good job, you are getting rid of all 
that stress.' She lifted her right hand and placed it 
on my left, squeezing it. 

'Thank you, my dear, auntie really appreciates what 
you're doing.' 

I flushed and stammered back 'Oh, that's ok. I'm glad 
to be of use...' My hand pushed down towards the edge 
of the towel wrapped around her. 

'Here,' she said, 'let me help you' and with that she 
unravelled the towel and let it slide of her shoulders 
down to her waist. Her bare back was now exposed. But 
that is not what caught my eye. Rather, my gaze was 
drawn to her large dark and heavy breasts that were now 
clearly visible in the mirror. They were the biggest 
breasts I'd ever seen, and they swung to and fro to the 
rhythm of my massage. 

Again Mrs. Kumila saw my intense look and smiled 
seductively. 'Here, give me some of that cream.' She 
began to massage the oil into her large mature breasts, 
rolling them in her hands, feeling the contours, and 
giving special attention to the hard nipples. 

'You can see, dear, why your auntie's shoulders ache. 
It is from carrying around these large objects. I 
sometimes envy you smaller breasted women; you don't 
have this extra weight to deal with. But then, they've 
brought me much pleasure over the years. Men love them, 
and my husband still goes crazy over my breasts. But 
its not men only who love them.' 

At this she lent back against me and I stopped 
massaging her shoulders, simply resting my hands either 
side of my neck. 'Women do too. You'd be surprised how 
often I see women gazing longingly at my bust. And 
you'd be surprised at the women too - respectable 
women, married women, high-caste women. And you know, 
Anita, I love to catch them looking. It excites me to 
know that they want me, that they want to fondle my 
breasts.' 

She took my hand again and this time led me round 
before her. 'For you see, Anita, that a woman's touch 
is special. It's gentler, more sensitive, more patient 
than a man's. In fact, I prefer it to a man's. Yes, I 
like it when my husband fucks me with his hard cock, 
but it's a woman's touch that I crave. Its women I love 
and need. 

Have you met a lesbian before, Anita?' I shook my head, 
startled by the question. 'You probably have - there 
are more women who have lesbian desires than you can 
imagine. Well, I am a lesbian. I hope that doesn't 
upset you' - at this she raised my hand to her lips and 
kissed it. 'Most women have lesbian desires at some 
time. Most women find other women attractive.' 

She stood up now, the towel falling completely away to 
reveal her voluptuous body. 'Do you like what you see, 
Anita? Does it, I wonder, turn you on?' I was shaking 
violently now, with a mixture of fear and desire. 

What was this woman doing to me! I had entered her 
house with no thought of sex, and now I was before her 
glorious naked body, unable to move or speak. 'I think 
I do turn you on. Don't worry, Anita, many married 
women have reacted like you, frightened to explore 
their desires for another woman. When they yielded to 
me they didn't regret it.'

She raised her hand and placed it around the back of my 
neck. 'Come to auntie, I've got what you need.' She 
pulled me forward. Her breasts were only inches away. 
We were both breathing heavily. 'Go on touch me, Anita, 
feel the weight of my heavy breasts. I'd love you to my 
dear.' 

She closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head. 
Her breasts were thrust out, dominating my gaze. I 
reached out tentatively, curious for my first touch of 
a woman. I gently passed my hands across the soft orbs 
of her flesh, before taking the weight of each in the 
palms of my hands and beginning to massage them. 
'That's it darling, love auntie's breasts. Explore 
them. They're yours. Play with them. Oh darling, come 
here.' 

She took me in her arms and pressed my mouth to hers. I 
didn't resist. We began to kiss passionately, because I 
was on fire now too. She tasted delicious and her 
tongue was soon pushing deep inside my mouth. She was 
unlocking something in me darling - something that has 
been dormant in me for many years. 

'Yes, auntie, yes, I've gazed at your beasts, I've 
fantasised about your voluptuous body. Teach me how to 
love a woman, take my lesbian virginity. I'm yours, I'm 
yours...' 

She stepped away from me now with a seductive smile and 
walked slowly towards the bed, climbing onto it and 
leaning back against the sumptuous cushions. Her large 
breasts hung naturally on either side of her body and 
she parted her legs, to reveal the thick black hair of 
her cunt. She stroked herself with her fingers. 

'Ummm Anita, you've got me nice and wet. Why don't you 
take off those clothes? Let Auntie see that sexy body, 
that body that drives your lover wild.' Nervous still, 
I pulled off my T-shirt and slid down my jean, leaving 
only my underwear. 

'That's it my darling. Now remove your bra and panties 
- I want to see all of you.' I did as I was told and 
was soon naked before this woman. 'Beautiful, 
beautiful. Now come here my sweet, come to auntie's 
arms.'

I clambered onto the bed and crawled into her welcoming 
embrace. She smothered me in her voluptuous form, 
pulling me against her big breasts and enveloping me 
with her soft thighs. Her hand stoked my back as she 
kissed me lovingly and deeply. 

'God, you've made auntie so hot. I love your young slim 
body. I want to make love to every inch of you. I want 
to show you what a woman's tongue can do.' I lowered my 
mouth to hers again and our sensuous kissing continued. 
Oh Jon, I've never been kissed like that before, she 
was so gentle and tender, she knew my needs so well 
honey. And the feeling of our breasts pressing 
together, my nipples in her yielding flesh, was about 
as much as I could bear. 

As we kissed her hand rested on my arse and firmly 
squeezed my arse-cheek. I could feel her finger nail 
begin to stroke my anus. I groaned, pushing back my 
arse to meet her finger. She took the hint and pressed 
her finger into my arse hole.

'Urgghh, yes, auntie, I love this, I love what your 
doing to me, don't stop - please...' She pushed her 
finger deeper and deeper into me until she was fully 
accommodated. At first she did not move, content to 
enjoy the hot wet pressure of my arse hole, but then 
she began a slight motion, easing her finger back and 
forth, driving me to the limit of my pleasure. 'Oh my 
Anita, you are so wet aren't you? Your arse is so full 
of love juice for me. I love it baby - I want to eat 
your arse, I want to suck out your juice. Would you 
like that baby? Would you?' 

'God yes, auntie, I want it so much. I want you to eat 
out my arse, to taste my juices. I want you to take all 
of me...' 

'Oh yes, my sweet, all in good time. Auntie will give 
you all you ever wanted - more than any man can give 
you. Now come my love, let auntie Kumila have access to 
what she craves - your hot little pussy.'

At this point she slid down the bed a little and at the 
same time pulled me up towards her, pushing me forward 
till my hands were gripping the headboard and my cunt 
was directly over her face. 'That's it darling, feed me 
your sexy shaven cunt, let me eat your womanhood.' 

Her tongue began to slide its way over my outer cunt 
lips, flicking hungrily against the soft exposed flesh. 
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 cunt against her face, clutching 
the bed head for support. 'Yes, auntie, yes, love my 
cunt. 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 cunt 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 cunt. 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. 'Its 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 cunt 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 fuck 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. 

I rose to greet my lover as she clambered to kneel on 
the bed. I put my arm around her neck and began to kiss 
her with forceful passion. Mr. right hand I lowered to 
the dildo, stroking it and feeling its dimension. 

'Oh yes, my auntie, you are so beautiful and your cock 
is making me so horny. I could never have imagined, 
its, its.its wonderful, a dream, take me now darling, 
I'm so wet and ready, fuck me honey with this cock - 
take my lesbian virginity, make me your slut...' she 
pushed me back onto the bed and I opened my legs, 
pulling her towards me, into me. As she slid over me 
her big breasts dragged across my body, driving my cunt 
wild with desire. 

I was taking the initiative now, confident in my desire 
for this woman. I reached for the cock and placed it at 
my cunt lips. I nodded to Mrs. Kumila that I was ready 
- 'now, auntie, now, fill me up with your cock, fuck 
me, fuck your lesbian whore...' she began to ease the 
cock in, deeper and deeper, filling me in ways that you 
man's cock has ever done. 

When she was fully in me I groaned, closing my legs 
around her, gripping her so tight. We kissed again, 
knowing that we were consummating our relationship, our 
lesbian love. And so she began to fuck me. Fuck me as 
I've never been fucked before. And for longer than I've 
ever been fucked. For a time she played with me, 
varying the tempo, bringing me to the brink of orgasm 
before letting me down. 

Finally she thrust long and deep and continued to hump 
against me until I screamed with my climax. I was left 
breathing hard, my body a sweaty and trembling mess. 
But she didn't stop. After giving me a moment to catch 
my breath she fucked me again with her gorgeous cock 
bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. Only after my 
fourth orgasm did she roll off my satiated body and 
onto her back, her black cock glistening with my 
juices.

Her own dark skin was drenched in sweat and the smell 
was intoxicating. Tired though I was I crawled over to 
her and snuggled up to her generous form, resting my 
head on her breast. And so my dear we slept. Two Indian 
women. Two lovers. And yes, my dear, two lesbians.'

With these words Anita tightened her grip on my already 
rock-hard penis. It is hard to describe the excitement 
I had experienced listening to her account of her 
passionate encounter with Mrs. Kumila. I had never 
heard anything so erotic. My love and desire for my 
Indian wife had never been so intense. 

She looked up at me with her wide and dark eyes: 'Jon, 
dear, I'm so confused. I love you very much - you must 
know that - and I love your cock and the way you make 
love to me. But I'm afraid that after today things have 
changed. I've discovered what I suppose I'd known, 
feared even, from my days as a girl. I'd always 
suspected that in might be a lesbian, that I might 
prefer women to men. I've tried to fight it baby, to be 
a good wife to you. But Mrs. Kumila knew, baby, don't 
ask me how, but she did. Today, Jon, she unlocked my 
hidden self, my true nature, and I can't go back. I'm a 
lesbian. Your wife's a lesbian. Can you handle that 
Jon?' 

The words were so intoxicating that my cock immediately 
grew to its full hardness in my wife's small hand. She 
gazed directly into my eyes. 'I think that might give 
me my answer. Your turned on by it aren't you? Tell me 
that you can handle it. That you are turned on by the 
fact that your wife lusts after other women. Am I 
right?' My mouth was dry with desire and though I 
nodded I found it hard to answer. 

'Tell me Jon. I want you to tell me how much you love 
the fact that I'm lesbian.' She now began to stroke my 
raging hard-on and leant across to kiss me on the lips. 
'Tell me.'

'Of course, yes, yes. I've never been so turned on in 
my life as I am now. I can accept your lesbianism. I 
won't divorce you - I want you to remain my wife 
always. And I'll never stand in your way - you must 
explore your desires - here in our marital bed, with 
your friends, with Mrs. Kumila, whatever you want my 
love - my beautiful and sweet wife...'

At this point my long delayed ejaculation burst forth 
and cum cascaded onto my stomach. 'Umm, Jon, I love 
you. I think we are going to have a lot of fun, don't 
you?

Returning from a tiring day at the office I found the 
house quiet. My sensuous Indian wife Anita had not met 
me at the door and sat with me in the drawing room as 
was her normal custom. I went up the stairs to our 
bedroom and found her sitting at her dressing table. I 
could tell from the humid air of the room that she had 
been bathing and washing her long black hair. There was 
a strong aroma of perfume. I watched as she applied 
lipstick to her full lips. 

I walked up behind her and kissed her on the neck and 
gazed into her reflection in the mirror. 

'You look and smell beautiful my darling' I said.

 She smiled and rose from her chair, turning to face 
me. She looked ravishing. Her hair was open and 
slightly curled. She was wearing large silver earrings 
and a complementing silver necklace. A white shirt was 
unbuttoned sufficiently far to draw attention to the 
cleavage of her full breasts. A short leather skirt 
hugged her rounded hips and arse, giving way to bare 
smooth legs, which reached down to black stiletto 
shoes. 

'What do you think of your wife? Do I look okay - I 
mean, sexy?'

'God yes, honey. Devastating is how I'd describe you!'

Anita stepped towards me and gently pressed her body 
against mine. 'Thank you' she whispered in my ear. 'I'm 
so nervous darling. Mrs. Kumila rang this morning and 
has asked out to dinner tonight. I accepted her 
invitation - I hoped you wouldn't mind.'

Anita reached up to kiss me and I met her lips with 
mine. 'Tell me you understand, Jon, that you don't mind 
my going on a date without you and not with a man - but 
with a woman.'

'You know I don't mind my darling. I want you to be 
happy - and I can see that Mrs. Kumila's invitation has 
certainly made you that!'

Anita clung to me closely now, her head pressed against 
my chest. I stroked her soft hair.

'Oh Jon, I'm so excited. I haven't like this since I 
was a teenager on my first date with a boy. I've been 
hot all day, getting ready - shaving and moisturising 
my body, washing my hair, selecting my clothes. I want 
her to want me so badly - I want her to love me, to 
take me. I don't want to disappoint her. Do you think 
she'll be happy with me darling?'

'My love, her cunt will be dripping when she sees how 
sexy you look. Believe me, she will want you my sweet.'

Anita pushed herself against me, her hand sliding onto 
my bulging cock. 'Show me how she'll want me, baby, 
show your little wife how she'll be loved by her 
woman.'

I lifted my gorgeous wife into my arms and carried her 
to the bed. Sitting her on the edge I pushed her back 
so her legs were open to me, encased in her short 
leather skirt. As I pushed back the skirt I made the 
surprising discovery that my wife was wearing no 
panties. Never in our years of marriage had she done 
such a thing. Her pussy was completely bald and her 
dark cunt lips were open and moist. The combination of 
her juices and her perfume was overpowering. I planted 
by tongue on her opening, savouring her taste. She 
groaned and gripped my head, pulling me into her.

'Ummm, darling, that's it. Suck me honey - suck your 
wife. She's been in heat all daydreaming of her lesbian 
lover - her tongue, her massive breasts, her swollen 
stomach, her arse. I need some relief, I'm going mad 
with lust. Get me ready for her, Jon, stir up my 
juices, I want her to smell my arousal. Ahh, yes, 
that's it, my clit baby, suck it... Urghhh, please, 
ahh... ahhh..."

My wife was now thrusting her cunt against my mouth, 
yielding to her orgasm, covering my face in her wet 
juice. When she was spent she simpered quietly and I 
looked up to admire the heaving outline of her breasts. 
Slowly she raised herself up, kissed me softly on the 
lips, before straightening out her clothes and re-
touching her lipstick. She picked put on her coat and 
picked up her small black handbag. After a final peck 
on the cheek she went to the door. 'Please don't wait 
up for me darling. And darling - thank you.'

I watched as my beautiful wife walked down the drive. 
Our driver opened the door and soon she was driving 
away into the hot Delhi night. True enough, I did not 
see her again until late the following morning. I knew, 
of course, where she was and my cock ached with a hard-
on all night at the thought. My imaginings were 
confirmed when Anita returned the next day. I'll leave 
it to her to describe what happened.

My husband has asked me to continue the story of my 
evening adventure. I cannot hope to capture all that 
transpired but I will do my best.

My car pulled up outside the restaurant and I was met 
by the headwaiter. Mentioning Mrs. Kumila's name he 
gave a knowing smile and led me through the dimly lit 
interior past dining couples to a secluded corner 
table, lit only by a lamp casting a golden hue over the 
surroundings. My heart began to pound when I saw Mrs. 
Kumila. She looked up as I approached and smiled 
broadly. She stood up to meet me, taking me gently in 
her arms and kissing me on either cheek. 

'My dear Anita, I'm so glad you could come.' 

I blushed and looked down, nervous now before this 
woman whom id been lusting after all day. 

'You look ravishing my sweet. Come and sit next to 
auntie.'

In truth it was Mrs. Kumila who looked truly ravishing. 
I had expected her to be wearing a sari. She was, 
however, dressed in western clothes like myself. She 
was all in black: above a tight black top, which 
highlighted her large breasts; below, tight black 
trousers, which drew attention to her generous thighs 
and plump arse. She exuded sensuality - and she knew 
it. 

Once the waiter had taken our orders and had left us 
Mrs. Kumila reached across the table and slid over 
bejewelled hand over mine. She squeezed it gently. My 
head span and I could fill my cunt juices stirring. 

'I've been looking forward to this moment all day, my 
baby. I couldn't get your darling young body out of my 
head. And you look so beautiful Anita. Tell me Anita, 
have you dressed you dressed yourself up so well, so 
sexily, for me?'

'Yes, auntie, for you - I wanted to please you, I 
wanted you to like me.'

Mrs. Kumila began to scratch the back of my hand with 
her red nail.

'Let me tell you my sweet, that I like you very much. 
You are a very attractive woman. I love attractive 
young women Anita - especially ones that taste as sweet 
as you do.'

Again she tightened the grip on my hand. I gazed into 
her deep and alluring eyes. There was a world in her 
gaze - a world of new and amorous possibilities. My old 
life paled in comparison. I wanted to give myself to 
this woman, to let her dominate and mould me as she saw 
fit.

'I'm glad your husband could spare you for this 
evening. Sometimes men can be so jealous, locking their 
wives away, frightened of their desires. Does he know 
you're on a date with me baby? Does he know about us? 
Did you tell him about yesterday?'

'Yes, auntie, I told him everything. I told him how you 
seduced me. And how I wanted you and loved it. And how 
we made love and you fucked me.'

'Good, my sweet, that's what I wanted. And did you tell 
him that you were mine.that you were my lesbian lover? 
Did you tell him that honey?'

'Yes, auntie, I told him - I told him that you were 
everything I wanted. That I, I, loved you and I had 
found my true self. That I was a lesbian, your 
lesbian.'

'Excellent, my love, excellent. I'll see you don't 
regret it honey - I'll look after you, you'll see.'

As Mrs. Kumila raised my hand to her lips and kissed it 
I knew I had made the right choice.

At this point the food arrived and we began to eat. All 
the while we flirted and I allowed myself to become 
accustomed to basking in the attention of another woman 
- to savour her flashing smile, her seductive habit of 
stroking her hair from her face, the glint of her 
jewellery in the lamp light. And yes, above all, to 
gaze upon her wonderful breasts, those soft orbs that 
she had opened to me and offered for my exploring 
hands. Though covered by the tight black fabric of her 
top their contours were visible for all to see. 

My mouth went dry at the thought of enclosing those 
large dark nipples once more between my hungry lips. As 
if to heighten the expectation we did not touch during 
the meal - except when, in a tender moment, Mrs. Kumila 
leant across to stroke some sauce from the side of my 
mouth. Looking at me intently she slipped her fingers 
into her mouth and licked them clean. My cunt juice 
oozed from my open pussy at this erotic act. 

Between courses Mrs. Kumila leant across and whispered: 
'Anita, my dear love, would you like to dance?'

'Of course,' I replied, 'I'd like that very much.'

Mrs. Kumila rose and offered me her hand. I took it and 
allowed myself to be led to the dance floor. I was 
embarrassed and intensely nervous. As a girl my parents 
had forbidden me to go to public dances and since 
marriage I had rarely done so. But here I was being 
brought to the floor by a voluptuous woman, who was so 
obviously treating me as her girlfriend. 

There were some other couples dancing slowly to the 
soft music and we took our place at the corner of the 
floor. I knew I was crossing a Rubicon - that I was 
proclaiming my lesbianism to the world. But I was under 
this woman's spell - and deeply in love.

Sensing my nervousness Mrs. Kumila pulled me close to 
her and held me in her soft embrace. My inhibitions 
quickly melted away. I felt that I was floating in 
heaven. I rested my head on her shoulder and relaxed as 
she ran her right hand through my hair. Her left hand 
she placed on the small of my back, gently pressing and 
manipulating my spine. I clasped her tight, loving the 
feel of her smooth back and pressing my C-cup breasts 
into her large bosom. I breathed deeply on the aroma of 
her perfume. 

Tentatively, still nervous of the gaze of others, I 
planted a kiss on Mrs. Kumila's exposed neck. 
Emboldened I did so again, a longer kiss, running my 
tongue over her flesh. 

'Mmm, baby, that feels nice. I love your tongue my 
sweet. Does auntie taste good baby?'

'Oh yes, auntie, yes - you taste so good.'

I let my tongue run freely along her neck and up to her 
ear, which I probed with my tongue and kissed with my 
lips. Mrs. Kumila sighed again and I felt her hand 
slide down to my arse and squeeze it through my leather 
skirt. I responded by pressing my pelvis against her 
soft ample stomach. 

My heat was rising fast. I had never in my life been so 
horny - never so turned on. I was going to jelly in 
this woman's embrace. With her feminine intuition she 
lifted up my chin with her other hand and kissed me 
with her soft lips. We held the kiss for some time 
before I broke free, panting.

'Oh auntie, I love you. No one has ever made me feel 
like this - and certainly no man. I want you so badly, 
I want to worship your body - with my tongue, my lips, 
my fingers, my breasts, my pussy. I so want to satisfy 
you - will you teach me darling, will you teach me to 
really love a woman? There's nothing I won't do.'

Reaching behind me I took Mrs. Kumila's hand and 
slipped it under my skirt. Finding that my pert arse 
was bare and smooth she grinned widely.

'Well, you are a deliciously naughty girl aren't you my 
dear! I can feel that you are going to be a very fast 
learner.'

Her hand deftly slid around to my aroused pussy and 
came to rest on my distended cunt lips. She stroked me 
gently but oh so subtly - none of the other couples 
could have guessed the pleasure I was experiencing at 
this woman's soft hands.

'My darling, I love the feel of your smooth pussy. Did 
you shave it for me, baby, for auntie?'

'Yes, yes, I wanted to be totally bald for you my 
love.'

'Good, good. And when you were awaiting our date, did 
you touch yourself honey, did you finger yourself 
thinking of me?'

'How did you know? Oh yes, several times - I have been 
in heat all day. I even got my husband to relieve me 
with his tongue - but it was you I imagined between my 
legs, your tongue on my clit. You must believe me.'

'Yes, Anita, I believe you. And this juice, darling, is 
it for me?'

'Of course, auntie, its my gift - only for you. Its 
been streaming out of me all evening. I'm so wet for 
you.'

'And Anita, if I explore you with my feminine fingers 
will you cum for me - now, amidst these couples, in my 
arms?'

Mrs. Kumila slipped her forefinger into my went and 
welcoming cunt. He middle finger soon followed, while 
her thumb circled my clit. My arousal was such that I 
couldn't have held back if I'd wanted. I pressed my 
face into her neck to stifle any cries and began to 
push myself against her soft and smooth fingers - so 
different from a mans. My sharp intakes of breath 
alerted Mrs. Kumila to my arousal and my approaching 
crisis.

'That's it lover, give yourself to auntie. Come on 
baby, oh yes, you are a horny one, give me your love-
juice, now, baby, now, I've got you, I want you.'

My orgasm broke now and I pushed my self deep onto Mrs. 
Kumila's sensual fingers. Again and again I thrust, 
clasping her all the time to disguise my ecstasy. I 
felt myself totally wanton - and I loved it. And when 
Mrs. Kumila raised her juice soaked fingers to my lips 
I had no hesitation in licking freely of my own juices. 

Mrs. Kumila began to stroke my hair and placed a tender 
kiss on my lips. 'I think your going to be quite a 
wonderful little lesbian slut. Is that what you want my 
love - to be auntie's slut, her sex-toy?..'

I had never thought of myself as a slut before. But as 
I stood in the shadows of this dance floor, in the arms 
of a sensual lesbian, with no panties and my love juice 
oozing from my bald pussy I knew there was no other 
word to describe me. Under Mrs. Kumila's attentions I 
had become what I perhaps was always destined to be: a 
lesbian slut. 

'Yes, auntie, I want that so much. Please take me home 
darling, take me into your bed, let me learn to love 
you, let me service your hairy cunt with my tongue - I 
want to attend to you all night long. Please, dearest, 
please.'

Our car pulled up outside Mrs. Kumila's substantial 
villa. It was, she had told me, paid for out of her 
husband's business but he saw little of it - spending 
most of his time in the Middle East. She was more than 
happy with the arrangement for it gave her the freedom 
to indulge her preference for Sapphic love. And so it 
was that we walked up the steps, hand in hand, to be 
admitted by the pretty maid. 

By now I was very happy and supremely horny. Mrs. 
Kumila had said that she wanted a lesbian slut on heat; 
and that is what she had got. Of course we had kissed 
in the back seat of the car as we returned from the 
restaurant. And Mrs. Kumila had lifted my hand to her 
ample breasts, which I had caressed and massaged as we 
drove. But I wanted more. 

I wanted to feel and kiss her soft skin. To run my 
hands over her luscious curves. And above all I wanted 
to taste her womanhood. I had never eaten a woman's 
pussy before - though I'd often secretly fantasised 
about it. Now I wanted this final confirmation of my 
transition from heterosexual housewife to lesbian 
mistress. I could think of nothing else.

No sooner had the maid glided from the hall than I 
pulled Mrs. Kumila too me and whispered in her ear. 

'Please, darling, take me up to your marital bed. Teach 
me to service you and be a good lesbian. And please, 
auntie, I want to stay with you all night. I told my 
husband not to expect me home. Its you I want.'

'You've got me my love, I'm yours. Show me your lust 
baby, use me - fuck your auntie all night.'

I took her by the hand and pulled her behind me up the 
stairs. Entering her bedroom she clutched me around the 
waist and clung to me. I kissed her neck, her face, her 
thick hair, her lips. Locked in our embrace we fell 
onto the bed. I was on top and for the first time I was 
the lesbian aggressor. 

I untucked her tight black top and lifted it from her 
fat stomach. I pushed my face into her softness, 
licking her skin and swirling my tongue into her belly 
button. And all the while my hands massaged her still-
covered breasts. 

'I want your big tits, auntie, I want them in my mouth. 
I've been lusting after them all night you sexy bitch. 
I want to loose myself in their ripeness, their weight, 
their fecundity. Come on darling offer them too me.'

Mrs. Kumila took hold of her top and tore it off her 
head. Revealed was the black silk bra, which supported 
her tits and pressed them together to form a deep and 
alluring cleavage. I slid up towards them and plunged 
my face into the valley between her breasts. God, the 
mixture of perfume and sweat feminine sweat fired my 
passion to still greater heights. Mrs. Kumila was 
groaning, her hands clutching my head, pushing me 
against her heaving bosom. 

'Oh Anita, darling, let auntie release her breasts from 
this bra - let me set them free for my lover.'

I sat back and Mrs. Kumila leant forward and unclasped 
her bra, allowing her breasts to spill out and swing 
freely. At first I didn't move but simply enjoyed the 
vision of her beauty. No longer pushed up by the bra 
her heavy breasts had distended downwards, reaching 
halfway down over her stomach. These were no perky tits 
of the kind beloved by makers of porn-films. 

These were a rich, mature, woman's breasts, breasts 
that had suckled children and comforted lovers. The 
nipples pointed downwards and there was even some hair 
sprouting from the areolae. But to me they were the 
most sensual offering I had ever received - a world of 
erotic love and comforting succour.

I crawled back towards my lesbian and she lifted her 
breasts in both hands, a look of tender love in her 
eyes. I slipped my hands over hers, and the two of us 
began to massage her breasts, two sets of soft feminine 
bejewelled hands stroking, caressing, and stimulating 
the soft flesh. Auntie's head was rolling from side to 
side, her thick black hair, with streaks of grey, 
sweeping across her shoulders as she did so. 

'Auntie, I think its time you fed your baby, don't 
you?'

She took her left breast into both hands and raised it 
for me. I leaned over and took the offered nipple into 
my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around the teat until 
it was fully extended before starting to suck at her 
tit. As I settled into a rhythm I shifted onto my back, 
my head cradled in auntie's lap. She brushed my hair 
from my face and stroked my forehead with a mother's 
tenderness. I suckled greedily, loving the sense of 
bonding still closer with my woman.

'That's it baby, auntie's breasts are always open to 
you when you want them. I'll feed you baby - my baby. 
Here love, help yourself to my other breast.'

She lifted her right breast now and lowered it onto my 
welcoming mouth. Again I sucked hungrily, letting my 
tongue explore her nipple and enjoying the rough 
texture of her nipple hair. This time I nipped her teat 
with my teeth. Auntie squealed and I did it again.

'Ohh, you naughty baby! Are you trying to turn mummy on 
- get her excited?'

Talking the hint I slipped free of her breast and 
pushed Mrs. Kumila back onto the pillows. She stretched 
her arms above her head and her tits were heaving 
before me. I pushed them together and began to squeeze 
them forcibly now, manipulating them, pinching them, 
biting her nipples. Mrs. Kumila began to squirm under 
my attentions, groaning and sighing.

'Yes, baby, God yes. Squeeze me harder, hurt me - I 
won't break. Bite my nipples - my aching tits are 
burning for your touch. Go on you lesbian bitch, show 
me how much you lust after my big breasts. That's it, 
slap me darling, slap me, yes, I'm loving this, don't 
stop, girl, argghh, I'm going to cum, bite me now, chew 
on my nipples, ahhh, urrghh...'

Mrs. Kumila threw back her head, gripping it between 
her hands. Her ample body shook and trembled as she 
came - and she came hard and loud. Only when her climax 
had subsided did I remove my mouth from her nipple and 
slide my own breasts across hers, reaching for her 
mouth. I kissed my lover and gazed deep into the 
passion of her eyes.

'Oh, Anita my dear. It's a long long time since auntie 
came from having her breasts loved. You are a very 
special girl. And an awesome lesbian.'

The last words were the ones I most wanted to hear. 
Every step I took with this woman, every sensation I 
felt, confirmed me in my understanding that I was a 
lesbian. Mrs. Kumila was every lover I ever wanted. I 
knew that my husband, sweet and kind and devoted though 
he was, could never give me the satisfaction I craved.

As auntie stretched her arms above her head, relishing 
the after-glow of her orgasm, I saw again the thick 
dark hair of her armpits - the sight that had first 
intrigued then aroused me when we first made love. Now 
the effect was even stronger. In a state of permanent 
lust for this sensual being I had to explore that 
tender and private world that she was exposing to me. 

With my back arched like a cat's I bent forward to 
inhale deeply the aroma of my sweet woman, nestling my 
nose amongst her black hair, pungent now from the 
perspiration of her recent orgasm. Moaning again, Mrs. 
Kumila stretched her arm still further to expose to me 
the pit of her arm. 

Slowly at first I extended my tongue and let it trail 
through the dense hair, mixing my saliva with her 
perspiration. Again I licked, a long sweep of my tongue 
from the base to the top of her underarm. And again I 
licked, this time with more pressure, pushing through 
to the so-soft skin below. Mrs. Kumila shuddered and 
with her other arm pressed me more closely to her.

'Oh my god, oh my god, you lesbian minx. How did you 
know I wanted you to fuck my hairy armpits? No one has 
given me this before - my Anita, I love you and what 
you're doing to me. Please don't stop!'

I was sucking and kissing her armpit with unrestrained 
hunger now. It was as if I was tasting a miniature 
pussy. My tongue was probing and lapping at her skin, 
which was hot and humid. And yes my gorgeous dyke gave 
me what I wanted as a film of juice began to gather and 
the smell of female arousal rose and filled my nose, 
making me shudder with lust. My lover was orgasming and 
I was licking up all she had to offer, sucking her 
matted hair full into my mouth. I didn't want to miss a 
drop. 

Eventually auntie couldn't take any more and pulled me 
to her, eagerly straining to kiss my lips and lick her 
juices off my wet face. She smiled and pulled me onto 
her, resting my head on her shoulder, our soft breasts 
almost melting together. She ran her hand across my 
long hair and onto my back. I felt totally contented.

'My dear, dear, Anita. You are making this old woman so 
happy. I've never had a lover like you. I want you to 
know that I deeply love you. Of course I fancied you 
since I first saw you - so beautiful, so young, so 
feminine, so sensual. I wanted you, to seduce you, but 
I never imagined that id fall in love with you - and at 
my age. Yet I have: I love you, totally and 
unreservedly. Can you accept that my sweet? Or do you 
think it absurd that a woman of 58 can have such 
feelings for a young woman like yourself?'

I raised myself onto my elbows and kissed my wonderful 
auntie.

'No auntie, it's not absurd. It's the best thing that's 
ever happened to me. I love you too auntie. I love you 
more than anyone else. I love you more than my husband. 
You've transformed my life. It's because of you that 
I've discovered what I really am: a lesbian. You've 
introduced me to the extraordinary delights of female 
love. I shan't be going back. And I shan't leave you. 
And I love you for what you are - I love your 
voluptuous body and your erotic smell and your soft 
skin and your body hair. And I love your maturity. 
There is so much you can teach me - and you know that I 
dedicate my nubile young body to your service. And I 
think there's one sacred place I can start, isn't 
there?'

I slid my hand down and placed it between Mrs. Kumila's 
legs. She was till wearing her leggings, but the fabric 
was already damp as she had been oozing pussy juice 
throughout our lovemaking. I pressed my hand against 
her and began to massage her womanhood. Auntie spread 
her fleshy thighs wide and squeezed her breasts, 
lifting her ample arse from the bed in convulsions of 
pleasure. I felt her urgency but did not respond. I 
knew the exquisite pleasure of a hungry cunt. 

'Go on, baby, touch my cunt - feel my heat. Can you 
feel it honey? My cunt is groaning for your love. Don't 
tease me baby. I can't stand this.'

'Oh auntie, I think you can. I bet you keep your big 
fat cunt horny all day, pleasuring yourself with your 
fingers and dreaming of horny wet pussy. I bet you get 
real juiced up and make the bed all wet at night - 
don't you?'

'Ohh yes, yes, auntie's old cunt is insatiable. My 
juices flow and flow. They're flowing for you now baby. 
You're making my hairy old cunt wet and soppy. Please 
suck me, drink my juices you young slut.'

'All in good time, mummy. Now let me have a look at 
what you've got between your legs.'

I reached forward and grabbed the top of my darling's 
leggings. Pulling them free of her big hips and arse 
was not easy, but Mrs. Kumila lifted her arse off the 
bed to help me, desperate to free her fermenting pussy. 
At last I managed to yank the trousers down to her 
ankles. This caught her off balance and I pushed auntie 
onto her front. She began to squirm, raising her fat 
arse before my gaze and placing her own right hand on 
her wet pussy lips. 

'That's it you dyke, finger yourself while I watch you. 
You can't keep your hand away from your soppy cunt can 
you? I like that - I want to see you masturbate for 
me.'

Mrs. Kumila began to rub her cunt quickly now, 
breathing heavily, her massive boobs swinging before 
her. Her gorgeous fat arse was exposed to me and I 
drank in the sight of her black cunt hair, which 
stretched up between her legs and around her arse hole. 
It was drenched in pussy-juice and glistened with water 
droplets. Without thinking I brought my hand down on 
her arse with a smack. Her arse wobbled beneath the 
blow and though she cried with pain her body language 
told me she wanted more as she arched her back and 
exposed still more of her flesh for my ministrations.

I lifted my hand and brought it down again, harder this 
time. Again she shook and writhed beneath the blow 
whilst continuing to massage her clit with her fingers. 
My slaps became regular now, causing her to gyrate her 
voluptuous rear, revelling in the punishment she 
craved.

'Go on you lesbian whore, cum for your lover, bring 
yourself off for Anita. Squirt for me, show me what a 
mature cunt can do.'

'Ohh God, mummy's going to cum baby, ahh, yes, yes..'

As my lover approached her crisis I suddenly left off 
spanking her and with unrestrained passion plunged my 
tongue against her hairy arse-hole. I would never have 
dreamed off even touching my husband's anus, but this 
woman's was drawing me in with its raw eroticism. I 
lapped at the opening, loving the taste of the juices 
that had collected there, before pushing my tongue into 
her anus itself. My lover's anus was well lubricated 
and I sucked hungrily at her arse juice. It was thick 
and rich and spicy and I loved it - every drop. Auntie, 
who was still pumping her cunt with her fingers, was 
beside herself with lust and began to scream.

'Ahh, ahh, ohh yes, arghh, don't stop, don't stop, 
ahhhh...'

As Mrs. Kumila's orgasm flowed over her fingers, the 
love juice forming strings of passion which stretched 
down to the fabric of the bed, her arse gave forth a 
fresh flow of honey and I sucked and probed hard and 
deep. Had she really orgasmed simultaneously from both 
her sacred openings? With my lesbian everything was 
possible - as I was discovering to my delight. 

Exhausted, Mrs. Kumila rolled from her knees onto her 
back. Her body was heaving and her legs were spread 
wide. Erotically charged and wantonly on heat, she was 
a vision of female sensuality. She was the ultimate 
male fantasy - and I was so proud that it was me, a 
woman, who had aroused her to this pitch. 

I salivated as I drank in the sight of my darling's 
pussy. Her hair, though thick and dark and long, did 
not obscure the dark fleshy lips of her cunt. But what 
especially drew me forwards was her clitoris. It was 
exposed clear from its hood, it was engorged from its 
manipulation by my woman's fingers, and it was very 
large. I wasn't going to miss out on this baby. Sinking 
down to my knees and lent over auntie's clit and 
lowered my lips to kiss it. Again auntie could only 
groan. She was past words. 

'Oh auntie, you have been keeping this little beauty a 
secret from your Anita. It's so beautiful and so 
erotic. I should have guessed honey you had still more 
for me. But this is special.'

I lowered my mouth again and this time teased my 
darling's bud with my tongue, flicking along the edge, 
stimulating it to grow to its full extent. It was a 
vision loaded with eroticism for me. I was spellbound, 
intoxicated. This womanhood did more for me than any 
cock had ever done. It was so tender and sensitive and 
completely mine. I wanted to be fucked by it; I wanted 
to finally and completely consummate my lesbian journey 
in this woman's arms.

I crawled my way up across auntie's ripe form, 
deliberately dragging my soft breasts across her own 
juicy orbs. I hugged my darling tight and she closed 
her legs around me, encompassing me in her yielding 
flesh. We both stretched out our tongues, each meeting 
and exploring the other, before our lips enclosed their 
union. As we kissed I began to gently position my own 
cunt above my auntie's. The feeling of auntie's hairy 
vagina against my own bald pussy was extremely arousing 
- but nothing had prepared me for the feeling of our 
wet cunt lips kissing and entwining. 

Slowly I gyrated my cunt until - urrggh, yes, my own 
clit at last pressed against my lover's. A spark of 
electricity shot between us. Our kissing became still 
more passionate, unrestrained. 

'Dearest auntie, will you take my virginity? Will you 
fuck me with your darling clit? Make me yours - finally 
and permanently.'

Auntie stroked my cheek and pushed the hair from my 
face. 

'You know that's what mummy wants more than anything in 
the world. I'm ready for you darling. I've been ready 
for a long time for this - and I think you have been 
too. Now just take it nice and slow. There is no need 
to rush: remember, unlike a man, a woman's love gets 
stronger and more passionate as the night goes on.'

Clutching my pert arse in her hands, Mrs. Kumila began 
to help me move my cunt against hers. We were both 
completely wet and our lips merged and kissed and 
caressed, mirroring our own passion. Every so often our 
clits touched and we both moaned with delight. The 
feeling was totally delicious: gentle and insistent, 
hot and slippery, satisfying and erotic. It was the 
union of two female worlds. How had I lived for so long 
without knowing this true love? And how I pitied those 
women who had never experienced the love of a lesbian. 
But I had found my lesbian love and now she was 
spoiling me for any one else. This is what my sexual 
evolution had all been for.

As our cunts merged in a sticky mass of pussy juice I 
felt my passion rising. I knew that my orgasm, long 
building since our erotic dance in the restaurant, was 
close. I began to rub my cunt against Mrs. Kumiai's 
more forcefully and quickly. She understood my feminine 
desire and held me closer, helping me maintain my 
rhythm with her hand on my arse. 

'That's it baby, I've got you, mummy's here for you. 
Spend in my arms child, cum on mummy's pussy, flood me 
with your juice. I want it, I want it. Feel my clit 
baby, its big and aroused for you - for you alone 
honey. I'm fucking you darling, I'm fucking you better 
than any man, better than your husband, forget him 
baby, this is what you want this is what you need. Come 
on my dyke, cum hard for me, show me your passion, 
spend for me. I want it all, honey, all.'

I was thrusting myself against auntie's cunt, craving 
the sensation of her clit on mine, driving myself to 
the edge of my erotic universe. And then my orgasm 
began to surge through my cunt, pushing a flow of juice 
onto my lover's lips, causing me to buck and cry and 
scream and thrash in her arms. Again and again I humped 
my hungry cunt against my auntie's ripe and hairy quim, 
extracting the last drops of passion from my horny 
pussy. 

Only when all the energy had drained from my body did I 
collapse into my lover's arms and press my face into 
her bosom and begin to cry. The emotional intensity of 
what had happened, and indeed of the last two days, 
welled up in me and I wept copious tears. Never, never 
had I been so happy, so fulfilled. My lover held me 
tight and stroked my back, comforting me and nurturing 
me as she did do well.

'There, my dear, its ok, mummy's got you. You're safe 
with me. I'm here for you. There's no need to weep. I 
love you and I'll always want you. My bed is yours from 
now on. Don't fret, dear Anita.'

I looked up at her, her image blurred by my tear-filled 
eyes. 

'Its just that I am so happy, so fulfilled. I can't 
believe it will last. I'm frightened it's just a dream. 
Tell me it isn't, that this is for real. Please.'

'You bet its for real, baby. You and I are lesbian 
lovers and no one can part us. Let me prove it 
darling.'

At this auntie slipped a gold ring from her little 
finger. Taking my left hand in hers she rested it at 
the tip of my middle finger.

'I know you have a husband, Anita, but you haven't got 
a wife. I think we need to rectify that don't you? My 
darling baby, will you marry me?'

That is should squeal with delight and kiss my darling 
and accept her proposal and wear the ring with pride 
will not surprise anyone who has read thus far. And so 
began a new and infinitely more vital phase of my life. 
By day I remained, to the world and my family, a 
devoted Indian wife to my husband. But at night I left 
our home for my true home and real existence - in the 
arms and bed of Mrs. Kumila, my lesbian bride. 

ANAK ANGKAT BAHAGIAN KETIGA

Pagi itu abah hantar Sam dengan Ma ke KLIA 2. Abah izinkan Ma pergi ke Medan dengan Sam.

"Jaga Ma baik baik," pesan abah kepada Sam apabila kereta abah tiba di KLIA 2.Abah tak tunggu penerbangan mereka yang naik Airasia pukul 10 pagi.

Sampai di airport Medan, Sam ambil teksi ke sebuah hotel tiga bintang di bandaraya Medan itu. Sam dah banyak kali pergi ke Medan tapi ia merupakan kali pertama bagi Ma.

Ma tak pernah ke luar negara kerana abah bangkrap. Abah tak dapat pergi ke luar negara maka dengan Sam, baru Ma dapat melancong ke luar negara.

Setibanya di hotel mereka berkucupan mesra. Mereka berdua ibarat sepasang suami isteri yang sedang berbulan madu di Medan.

Tengah hari itu selepas makan mereka main dan selepas itu mereka tidur. petang baru mereka bersiar siar mengelilingi kota. Sempat mereka memasuki beberapa toko beli kain batik dan Ma beli jamu rapat supaya cipapnya lebih sempit.

"Tak payah beli jamu pun dah sempit Ma," kata Sam.
"Ya ke?" tanya Sam
"Ya Ma," kata Sam.

Malam itu Sam ajak Ma pergi karaoke. Sam menyanyi dalam bilik itu manakala Ma yang tak pandai menyanyi hanya memeluk Sam.

Ketika mereka jalan kaki ikut lorong belakang ada dua lelaki mengekori mereka.

"Berhenti," sergah yang bertubuh besar.
"Jangan apa apakan kami, kami pelancong," kata Sam.
"Serah duit kamu," kata yang kurus sambil menghunus pisau kepada Sam.
"Ambillah yang ada dalam dompet," kata Sam yang menyerahkan dompetnya kepada si kurus.
"Kamu nona serah duit kamu," kata si gemuk pula.
"Duit saya di hotel," jawab Ma.
"Jom kita ke hotel kamu," kata si gemuk.

Sam dan Ma ikut mereka ke hotel. Tak ada sesiapa yang sedar bahawa dua orang jahat itu sedang mengekori mereka berdua. Pekerja hotel ingatkan mereka adalah kawan Sam.

Si gemuk dan si kurus terus masuk ke bilik mereka bila Sam buka pintu bilik.
"Mana duit kamu?" soal si gemuk
"Mana cukup," kata si kurus bila Ma serah duit kepadanya.
"Itu sahaja yang saya ada," kata Ma.
"Bagaimana dong? Enggak cukup. Aku ada idea," kata si kurus kepada si gemuk sambil berbisik.
"Aku setuju," kata si gemuk.

"Kamu buka baju kamu," perintah si kurus kepada Ma.
"Jangan Ma," kata Sam.
Si gemuk pegang tangan Sam. Sam meronta dan sigemuk pukul Sam. Sam jatuh ke lantai pengsan.

"Sam," jerit Ma dan berlari kepada Sam.
"Kamu ikut cakap kami kalau tidak kami bunuh kamu dengan pisau ini," kata si kurus.
"Buka baju kamu," kata si gemuk.
Ma pun buka bajunya dan campak ke lantai.

Hanya coli yang menutupi tubuh Ma.

"Buka seluar kamu," kata si gemuk.

Ma ikut arahan si gemuk bimbang dibunuhnya. Tinggal coli dan seluar dalam Ma.

"Buka coli kamu," perintah si gemuk.

Ma malu dan menutup buah dadanya dengan tangannya.

"Buka tangan itu," kata si gemuk.
"Besar buah dada kamu," kata si kurus.
"Buka seluar dalam itu," kata si gemuk.

Ma ikut arahan si gemuk. Ma telanjang bulat di hadapan dua orang penyamun itu.
"Kamu baring atas katil," kata si gemuk.

Si gemuk hisap tetek Ma sebelah kiri manakala si gemuk suruh si kurus hisap tetek kiri Ma. Lama mereka hisap tetek Ma. Sampai naik stim Ma.

Si gemuk jilat cipap Ma. Dah basah cipap Ma pasal Ma stim masa mereka hisap tetek Ma. Si gemuk buang baju dan seluarnya. Si kurus pun sama.  Si gemuk tak tahan terus masukkan batangnya yang kecil ke dalam lubang cipap Ma.

Si gemuk tak tahan lalu pancutkan air maninya ke dalam lubang cipap Ma. Giliran si kurus pula mengongket Ma. Batangnya lebih besar dari batang si gemuk.

Baru Ma rasa syok dengan tusukan batang si kurus. Ma pun capai orgasme dan si kurus yang kuat stamina itu suruh Ma menunggeng. Dia doggy Ma dari belakang. Ma capai orgasme kali kedua.

Lepas main mereka berdua pun keluar dari bilik itu.

"Jangan lapor kepada polis nanti kami bunuh kamu," kata si gemuk meninggalkan Ma yang bogel di atas katil.

Sam yang baru sedar dari pengsan terus bangun dan naik ke atas katil Ma.
"Maafkan Sam kerana tak sempat selamatkan Ma," kata Sam yang memeluk Ma.
Ma balas pelukan itu dan mencium bibir Sam. Sam yang terangsang terus main dengan Ma yang masih belum dicuci cipapnya yang ada air mani si gemuk dan si kurus.

Walaupun dirogol dua kali tapi Ma masih mampu melayan batin Sam. Tragedi di Medan itu Ma tak pernah cerita kepada sesiapa termasuk abah. Hanya Sam yang tahu bahawa Ma pernah dirogol oleh penjahat Medan. Kalau anda ke Medan berhati hatilah bila berjalan ikut lorong yang sunyi.





Saturday, 25 March 2017

CABIN SURPRISE


As hubby and his black boss prepare for thier annual 
one-week hunting trip, the wife decides she wants to go 
along and see what a week in the cabin is like, quite? 
relaxing? and personally satisfying? A good book to 
read, or better yet, a pleasant surprise.

***

Dale and his boss, Reggie (black handsome guy) were in 
the den planning their next hunting trip to the cabin 
for a week as I walked in and hubby asked if I wanted 
to go this year (he always had asked and I had always 
said, no.)I said, "I guess not." Reggie spoke up and 
said, "Why not? We would love to have you." 

I saw that twinkle in his eye that I had seen before as 
he says things with double meanings and hubby never 
seems to catch on. I suspected that Reggie would like 
to have me all to himslef sometime, but was not sure. 
Dale had mentioned to me that Reggie was always 
remarking about how lucky he was to have me as his 
wife, and how attractive I was. 

"Well, the cabin has only one room and one mattress on 
the floor, and I don't think you guys want a woman 
watching you and besides I dont like sleepint on the 
floor," I responded.

Reggie spoke up and said, "I will sleep on the floor, 
and you can have the bed with Dale."

"No, I don't think anyone should have to sleep on the 
floor," I replied.

Dale spoke up, "The mattress is king size and big 
enough for us three, we are grown ups and can wear out 
jogging suits at night, have some modesty and besides I 
dont take up much space."

"I Know," I said, "you can only sleep if you are on the 
outside edge of the bed and on your side facing toward 
the outside. That puts me in the middle, which is ok 
with me if you are ok with that."

"That is fine with me," Reggie smiled, I am sure we can 
all be comfortable that way unless you are against 
being in bed with a black guy," laughing.

"You know better than that Reggie!"

I walked into the kitchen and was thinking about going 
when Reggie walked in and put his arms around my waist 
and said, "Please go. It will be nice to have someone 
else there and besides I know you are a good cook and 
whatever," as he released me and went back into the 
den.

Well, now I could feel my panites as the wetness soaked 
them and knew that I was turned on by my hubbies black 
boss. Was it the color of black? I loved black gowns, 
bras, and panites as they made me feel sexy. Could it 
be the color of black was making me have these 
feelings?

I walked back into the den and announced, "You guys 
win. I am going this time to see what a week in the 
cabin is like. Perhaps I will be surprised at how good 
it is," and giggled. I could see the twinkle in 
Reggie's eyes as he surveyed my body and looked 
directly at my breast, down my front and to my legs. I 
could see that it was a look of desire. I wondered if 
he was planning anything that involved me?

I started planning for the cabin trip, and fantacising 
about Reggie and me in all kinds of situations... what 
can happen? will it happen? What will it feel like? A 
glossy wet black pole seeking relief in a white wife's 
wet swollen receptive channel of love. It seems that my 
days were occupied with such thoughts, just thoughts I 
was sure. 

As we drove to the cabin, Dale informed me that the 
field manager's position in the company was open and he 
was being considered for promotion and hoped that 
somehow this trip could help his cause with his boss, 
Reggie. Maybe my Spanish omelets would help, as he 
chuckled and squeezed my hand. He said that he was sure 
I would be supportive and make this hunting trip an 
especially enjoyable one for the boss. I reassured him 
that I would do my best.

That evening as we prepared for bed in the cabin warmed 
by a wood fire, Reggie had put on some white loose 
legged basketball shorts and jersey, and I had my black 
jogging suit with nothing underneath. I remarked to 
Reggie, "You look sharp in that white outfit," noticing 
that he was very black against the white fabric. He 
replied, "Thanks, white is my favorite, and you look 
nice in your black outfit."

"Well, thanks, Reggie, I love black." I was wondering 
if he had a secret meaning in his statement, as mine 
was intended to deliver one. Of course, I was honest as 
many of my undies are black, and I feel so sexy in 
them.

Hubby was already in bed hugging the edge as always, 
laying on his side, as I crawled in and snuggled up to 
his back. Reggie was on the other side as we dozed off 
to sleep. 

Later I was awakened to realize that Reggie was against 
my back and I could feel his black rod pushing gently 
on my bottom. Oh my gosh, what am I going to do? Is he 
awake or dreaming? He soon rolled back over and I got 
up and put some more wood on the fire, pondering what 
to do as I realized I was very turned on by the event, 
and my wetness was making the inside of my thighs 
slick. 

I made up my mind and returned to bed, pulled my 
jogging pants down to my knees exposing my bare white 
bottom in case Reggie returned to his previous position 
against me. He soon rolled back to me and I could feel 
him pushing gently against my bottom again with his 
black joystick. I knew my Hubby would sleep through 
hell, explosions or whatever as he was a heavy sleeper. 
To wake him before his sleep was out was always a major 
undertaking so I had no worry about him knowing what 
was about to happen. 

I moved my hand back and parted my cheeks and pushed 
back against the rigid rod and felt it slip into place 
and Reggie stated to slowly push in and out and then he 
became more intense driving his rod hard and fast as I 
acknowledged every stroke with a moan and motion of my 
own. He was now holding tightly around my waist as he 
pulled me to him. 

I soon felt the eruption that triggered my own orgasm 
as I shuddered and then went stiff and then withered. I 
felt him slowly withdraw and without a word rolled over 
and went to sleep. I knew that I had pleased Dale's 
boss and was reflecting on how good I felt as I dozed 
off to sleep.

I awoke to find that Dale and Reggie had departed for 
the early morning hunt, and realizing they would soon 
return for coffee and breakfast, I got up and made 
coffee and prepared to cook omelets. I was in a dream 
state, knowing that I had captured the fancy of my 
hubby's boss, had pleased him and him me and hopefully 
had enhanced Dale's chance of receiving the promotion. 
I really love black, I thought, not only my undies but 
my new lover, and I love the contrast of black on my 
white body. 

As the guys returned from the early morning hunt, Dale 
said, "Honey, Reggie really scored big on his fist day. 
He got a nice buck this morning." Reggie retorted, 
"Yes, my first day has been a real surprise," as he 
looked at me and smiled.

Upon finishing his second Spanish omelet, Reggie said, 
"These omelets are really great, thanks Martha. Dale is 
really lucky to have you as his wife." 

I could hardly wait until we were all in bed that night 
as I wanted to show Reggie what a good wife I really 
was. After hubby went to sleep, snoring and on his edge 
of the bed, (thank goodness for his habits).

I moved over to Reggie and noticed that his black rod 
was already erect and waiting for my attention. I 
caressed it with my hands and looked at it in the 
moonlight shining through the window, kissing it and 
gently licking the head and he moaned under his breath. 

H whispered to me that he wanted my white pussy to take 
him as I slid over to top of him and pushed down making 
his black cock disappear in my waiting woman's blanket, 
as I thrust up and down making his black rod massage my 
clit and explore all of canal, he was soon throbbing 
and pumping his black seed into his grateful white 
mistress.

I was on the edge and had an instant orgasm as we sank 
into each other's arms, where we stayed and caressed 
each other for a long time, then I took my wifely 
position to my husband's back, wanting to be in my 
usual place when he awoke. 

Our week continued with me and Dale's boss exploring 
our sexual desires with reckless abandon as hubby slept 
only a few feet away dreaming of and hoping to be 
promoted. I was doing my part for sure.

I dreamed about Reggie and I being in the cabin alone, 
as my hubby attended to business in the field far away 
somewhere. I would remove my outer clothes as Reggie 
watched and reveal my black lacy undies contrasting my 
milky white body, for Reggie to remove and so he could 
play with his white mistress. Our every move being a 
contrast of black and white moving in a passionate 
embrace and ending with the greatest orgasm one could 
hope for. 

Yes, black is sexy and black is great sex, and hubby 
has his promotion, I am sure.

Friday, 24 March 2017

ARON

Aku ada seorang kawan bernama Ani berumur 30 tahun. Lebih muda 12 tahun dariku. Aku seorang janda anak dua yang ada anak perempuan berusia 20 tahun dan anak lelaki berusia 17 tahun. Entah macam mana anak perempuanku ditangkap polis kerana menghisap dadah.

Ketika polis membuat serbuan ke rumahku aku tiada di rumah. Anak perempuanku yang bernama Ana didapati sedang menghisap ganja dengan dua kawan lelakinya. Maka anakku ditahan di Penjara Kajang kerana dia di bawah umur sementara menunggu kes bicaranya.

Ana tak dapat dijamin maka aku selalu ulang alik dari Sentul ke Kajang melihat Ana yang sudah dua bulan ditahan di situ. Aku selalu mengadu kepada Ani jiranku yang juga kawan baikku. Suami Ani bernama Aron berusia 32 tahun seorang pemandu teksi.

Aku selalu naik teksi Aron dengan isterinya bila mahu ke pasar Chow Kit. Jadi aku dah biasa dengan Aron yang malu malu kucing itu. Aku tak tahu nama sebenar Aron tapi aku panggilnya Aron kerana wajahnya persis bintang filem Aron Aziz.

Badannya yang berotot menyebabkan aku selalu terbayang wajah Aron apabila aku gian. Maka aku gentel kelentitku dan masukkan jariku dalam lubang pukiku membayangkan Aron sedang main denganku.

Ani sarat mengandung dan Aron hantarnya balik Ani ke Tanjung Karang untuk bersalin. Maka aku ada peluang menegur Aron setiap kali dia ada di tepi rumahku.

"Mana Ani? Lama tak nampak Ani," soalku suatu petang bila kulihat Aron sedang membasuh teksinya.
"Ani dah bersalin dua hari lepas di kampung," katanya.
"Anak lelaki ke?" soalku
"Ya Kak Yati," jawab Aron.
"Tahniah," kataku.

Sejak petang itu kami selalu bertegur sapa apabila kulihat Aron balik awal.
"Awal balik petang ini," tegurku sambil menyiram pokok bunga. Aku sengaja menyiram pokok bunga di depan rumahku pada jam 6 petang kerana aku tahu jam 6 petang Aron akan sampai di rumah.

"Balik awal pasal malam ini nak pergi KLIA. Ada orang booking," kata Aron.
"Pagi esok kak nak pergi ke Kajang jumpa anak. Berapa sewanya Aron," tanyaku.
"Esok saya cuti tapi saya boleh hantar kak. Kak bayar gas kereta saya ok dah," jawab Aron.
"RM50 ok ke?" tanyaku.
"Untuk kak saya ambil RM30 ok dah. Saya kesian juga kepada kak," tambah Aron.

Pagi esoknya kami ke Mahkamah Kajang untuk mendengar kes anakku Ana. Kami bertolak jam 7 pagi.
Jam 8 kami tiba di perkarangan mahkamah. Sebelum itu kami sarapan di kedai mamak depan mahkamah.

Aku nak bayar tapi dengan pantas Aron bayar makanan kami. gentleman juga Aron. Selama ini aku naik teksi bertiga dengan isterinya. Ini kali pertama aku menaiki teksi berdua dengan Aron. Maka aku duduk di hadapan sebelah Aron.

Baru kutahu bahawa Aron seorang yang peramah dan bukannya seorang pendiam. Depan bini dia senyap tetapi bila bini tiada bukan main lagi rancak kami berbual pelbagai isu sepanjang perjalanan dari Sentul ke Kajang. Aron cepat mesra denganku. Itu yang aku rasa lain macam.

Kes habis pukul 12 tengah hari. Lepas itu aku ajak Aron singgah di rumah Mak Su ku di Bangi. Kebetulan Pak Su tak ada. Dia pergi ke Seremban dengan anak sulungnya. Tinggal Mak su seorang di rumah. Bila lihat aku datang Mak Su ajakku makan nasi.

"Siapa pulak ni Yati?" soal Mak Su
"Ini Aron pemandu teksi yang Yati sewa," kataku.
"Masuklah Aron. Buat macam rumah sendiri," kata Mak Su yang beredar ke dapur.
"Mengantuk betul Mak Su. Pagi tadi jam 6 dah bangun takut jem," kataku.
"Kalau kau nak berehat masuklah bilik tengah. Biar Aron berehat di bilik sebelah," kata Mak Su.
"Masak nasi nanti Mak Su panggil kamu berdua," kata Mak Su.

Aku ajak Aron masuk ke bilik sebelah manakala aku duduk di bilik tengah. Yang memisahkan kedua bilik itu ialah bilik air kerana dua bilik itu berkongsi bilik air.

Aku kunci pintu bilik tengah. Aku masuk bilik air untuk kencing dan aku berkemban dengan tuala. Selepas itu aku jengok ke bilik sebelah. Aron ada di atas katil berbaring sambil buka bajunya. Nampak tubuhnya yang sasa.

"Tak tidur ke?" aku tegur Aron dan terus duduk di atas katilnya.
"Belum mengantuk," jawab Aron. Jadi kami berborak pelbagai isu. Oleh kerana di bilik itu ada tv maka kami menonton tv bersama.Maka suara tv yang menenggelamkan suara kami.

Lama kami berbual dan aku pegang tangan Aron. Aron nampak pucat. Mungkin dia tak biasa dengan perempuan lain.

"Kenapa pucat?" tanyaku
"Tak biasa kak," katanya.
"Kak geram tengok body Aron," kataku sambil memeluk tubuh Aron
Aku cium bibirnya dan Aron membalas ciumanku.

Lama kami beromen dan Aron lurutkan tualaku. Nampak tetekku yang montok. Aron menghisap tetekku dan aku kegelian.

Selepas itu Aron menjilat pukiku. Aku buka seluar jeans Aron. Rupanya Aron tak pakai seluar dalam.
Aku hisap batangnya lama. Pukiku dah basah abis. Aron yang masih muda itu ridak sabar orangnya.

Dia pun masukkan batangnya ke dalam pukiku. Besar dan panjang. Keras pula. Aku yang dah satu tahun bercerai rasa seronok dapat batang keras. Aku terasa tusukan Aron amat dalam dan aku naik ke atas tubuhnya dan aku keluar ketika aku di atasnya.

Selepas itu Aron baringkan aku dan dia duduk di atasku sehingga dia pancutkan airmaninya dalam lubang pukiku. Aku puas bermain dengan Aron. Selepas itu aku pindah ke bilikku. 15 minit kemudian Mak Su ajak kami makan nasi.

Petang itu bila balik ke Kuala Lumpur kami singgah di hotel untuk main lagi. Kami sewa bilik untuk tiga jam RM50.

"Dah berapa hari puasa Aron?" tanyaku.
"Dah 20 hari. Mujur hari ini dapat buka puasa," kata Aron.
"Terima kasih kak," kata Aron sambil meghenjut tubuhku lagi.

Sejak hari itu kami selalu main. Bila isterinya lepas 40 hari kami tak ada peluang lagi. Sekali sekala bila Aron rindu kami jumpa di hotel biasa.

Thursday, 23 March 2017

LOCKED OUT


My husband and I were both 25 when we got married. We 
came from Northern Wisconsin so it was quite a shock 
when Kevin's Company transferred him to Georgia. We 
moved to a suburb outside Atlanta and found ourselves a 
small one-bedroom apartment in a very nice complex 
while we looked for a house we liked. 

It was a nice community filled with mostly young 
professionals who were starting out or passing through. 
We were on the backside of our building at the bottom 
of the stairwell. Our door opened up to a little 
landing that was shared with the apartment across the 
way. A small pond with ducks and lots of frogs was just 
past the landing. It was part of the landscaping and 
was surrounded by small walking paths. I liked to stop 
and watch the ducks build their nests when I got back 
from errands or the gym. 

I didn't know anyone; we'd only been there about 3 
weeks. In fact I was really lonely. I'd thought about 
getting a job but Kevin told me that we would probably 
be moving again in 6 months so I said, "why bother". 
Each day as Kevin left I'd go to the door and give him 
a kiss goodbye and then try and find something to keep 
myself busy until he came home 12 or 13 hours later. 

Last Wednesday Kevin left very early. He had to go 
north of Atlanta so he was out the door by 5:30. I got 
up with him and followed him to the door. I kissed him 
goodbye, wished him luck and watched him go up the 
stairs to drive away. 

OK, I thought, another day in this place. Maybe I'd go 
to the pool or just do some laundry. It was really hot 
even at that hour. Georgia in the summer back before 
air-conditioning must have sucked. I watched the sun 
beginning to poke its head up over the trees and 
watched my friends the ducks swimming around. I saw one 
that looked to be chasing a frog and walked over to the 
edge of the landing to get a closer look. 

A warm breeze came along. Damn, I thought, even the 
wind is warm. Then I heard the bang. It took me a 
second to realize what it was. I spun around and my 
front door was closed. My stomach became all knotted 
and I swore out loud. I ran up to it and checked, yup, 
it was locked. Didn't I feel like a jerk. OK, Kevin was 
gone, I didn't know anyone and it was only 5:30 in the 
morning. What the hell do I do now? I paced around 
trying not to panic, or cry, and tried to decide what 
to do.

All right, I thought, I can't exactly just walk around. 
I was still dressed in my short VS pink bathrobe and 
some pink tap pants. Kevin always liked this robe. He 
said it showed off my legs. I did have pretty good 
legs, guys used to tell me that my legs and my ass were 
my best qualities. My breasts were kind of small but as 
long as my husband liked them who cared. 

I hadn't even put my blond hair up in my normal 
ponytail, which kept me cooler. No shoes and it kept 
getting hotter. I was starting to sweat. I could feel 
the heat coming from the sun and the felt the water 
drip down my back as the robe began to stick to my 
skin. 

I heard someone coming down the steps and turned 
around. It was the guy next door. His name was Samuel. 
He was about our age and must have been a lawyer or 
something. He was always immaculately dressed in a nice 
suit and had hours that were often as long as Kevin's. 
He was never around. He must have just come back from 
an early morning run. His coal black skin was soaked 
with sweat. His sleeveless shirt clung to his body 
which I had to admit was very muscular. He stood about 
6 foot and must have weighed about 195. He had what 
looked like a tattoo of what looked like an Omega on 
his arm. 

"Problem?" he asked.

"I'm locked out," I said. "You don't know how to pick a 
lock do you?"

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Afraid not."

I explained what happened and he tried the door. He 
jiggled the door and asked if any of the windows were 
unlocked. I told him that as far as I knew they were 
all locked. 

"Well, I can offer you a cup of coffee while you wait 
for the office to open up," he said. 

I hesitated for a second.

"Or you can wait out here, I have to get ready for 
work," he added. "I make a mean cup of coffee." 

I agreed and he unlocked his door. I had a little pit 
in my stomach as I followed him inside. This was a 
little weird. I was following a black guy into his 
apartment. It was not what I expected. 

I'm not sure what I expected. He had a nice leather 
couch and lots of books. A computer sat in the corner 
along with a small weight machine. A TV and VCR and DVD 
sat in a very nice cherry cabinet. He went to the 
kitchen and poured me some coffee. He looked at me, 
smiled and said, "I have to take a shower and get ready 
for work. The remote for the TV is on the table." 

He walked back to his room and closed the door behind 
him. The coffee was very good. Strong and dark, it 
needed a little cream to mellow it out. I took another 
sip and sat down on the couch. The air-conditioning was 
on really high. The sweat from outside was cooling off 
and I actually felt chilled. 

I looked down and was a little embarrassed. My nipples 
were poking out under the thin robes fabric. I wondered 
if he had noticed. I picked up the remote and pushed 
the power button. The TV came on. Too many buttons. Too 
many channels and nothing on. Coordinated I was not. I 
flipped through a dozen shows looking for the morning 
news. Then my thumb hit the wrong button and the VCR 
began to play.

"Damn. Damn. Damn. Where in the hell was the stop 
button," I thought to myself. 

I looked up and froze. It took me a second to realize 
what I was watching. It was a porno flick. I'd never 
really seen one. My heart started beating very fast. We 
had joked about them in college but I hadn't ever 
actually seen one before. What if he came out and 
caught me. I'd die of even more embarrassment. I kept 
looking at his door and then at the movie to see what 
was going on, maybe I could just watch a minute of it 
then rewind it. Samuel would never know, besides I 
could hear the shower running. 

A good-looking blond dressed in a short dress looking 
out a window. A door opened and a black guy came in. 
Shit, it was an interracial film. My heart skipped 
another beat. I was getting really nervous but I 
couldn't bring myself to turn it off. 

The guy on the screen began to kiss the girl tenderly 
on the neck and then worked his way down her chest. 
Then he reached his large black fingers up and 
unsnapped her dress. It fell to the floor and he began 
to slide his hands across her stomach and her chest. 
Her head fell back and she looked like she was enjoying 
his touch very, very much. 

I was captivated by the contrast of his skin against 
hers. He was standing behind her and his hand slid down 
and disappeared between her legs. She let out a gasp as 
he slid in her. 

My mouthy was really dry as I glanced at Samuel's door 
to make sure he wasn't coming out. The couple on the 
screen had shifted so that the blond was facing the 
black guy. He sat down on the couch and she stood 
before him. The camera angle was from behind her. It 
showed his cock sticking straight up as she spread her 
legs slightly and he put his hands on her hips. She 
steadied herself by holding on to the couch by his 
shoulders and began to lower herself down. She gasped 
again as the tip of his cock touched her between her 
legs. 

He was quite well endowed. I kept thinking, "It'll 
never fit."

Her head rolled back as the head disappeared inside 
her. She steadied herself and he slowly pushed down on 
her hips. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder and 
you could hear short gaspy breaths as that cock slowly 
impaled her. She did take it all. Soon all you could 
see were his balls resting under her ass. She rotated 
her hips as if she was grinding herself against him. 
His black hands cupped her ass as she began to lift 
herself up. She tensed and had what was unmistakably a 
very nice orgasm. 

I think I was slightly jealous. I was also slightly 
wet. Then he began to seriously fuck her. I swallowed 
another sip of coffee and watched her come again and 
again. She was bathed in sweat and close to exhaustion. 
The black guy was now on top with her knees up by her 
shoulders as he pounded into her. He leaned down and 
kissed her as he forced himself deep into her. His back 
tensed as I realized that he was filling her with his 
cum. A black man's cum.

I was now very wet. My legs were weak. I thought that 
was just a figure of speech but my knees were shaking. 
This whole scenario was way too weird. 

I wondered why he had this movie. Did he like white 
girls? God, what did he look like naked. Was he washing 
himself? How big was he. I'd never even considered a 
black man as a lover before. Hell, I'd only been with 
two other men before Kevin. I should go home. I wanted 
to go home. I wanted to have an orgasm, orgasms, like 
the girl in the tape. 

I looked over at the bedroom door. I still don't know 
why I did what I did. I turned off the VCR and walked 
over to his bedroom door. It was open a crack and I 
could hear the water still running. Steam was coming 
out of the shower. His running clothes were on the 
floor next to his bed, which was unmade. I pushed the 
door slowly and it creaked a little. My heart leapt 
again but the shower continued. I stepped inside. My 
whole body was shaking. 

"Stop, run get out," I told myself. But I didn't. I 
stood there. My throat was dry. My head was spinning; 
it was like it wasn't really me. I undid my bathrobe 
and let it fall to the floor next to his running 
clothes. I put my fingers into the waistband of my 
shorts and slid them to the floor. I stepped out of 
them and saw myself in the mirror. I wondered what his 
hands would look like on my body. I went into the 
bathroom. Swallowed one last time, grabbed the edge of 
the shower curtain and stepped through. 

He was a little bit shocked. It took him a second to 
realize what had happened. He sort of stood there in 
front of me with the water running over his head. He 
looked at me and smiled. I bit my lip and looked down 
at his cock, which, although not of legendary 
proportions, was bigger limp than Kevin's. I took the 
soap from him and said, "I thought you might need some 
help."

I began to wash his body. I washed it from top to 
bottom although I'm fairly certain that he had washed 
it already. I was looking at my small white hand with 
my wedding band sliding over his muscled torso. My hand 
reached around his cock and gently washed it up and 
down. I could feel every vein as it began to grow.

I ran my hands up and down it wondering what it would 
feel like in me. He placed his hands on my shoulders as 
I played with his balls and he slowly got bigger and 
harder in my hand. He pulled me close and I felt his 
cock flat against my stomach as he kissed me gently on 
the lips. I returned his kiss with a deep kiss feeling 
his hands slide all over my body. His cock was going to 
go very deep.

He stepped back and began to wash me. His large hands 
and long fingers ran the soap over my shoulders and I 
closed my eyes as he held my breasts and lightly 
pinched my nipples. He turned me around and washed me 
from behind. I could feel his cock against my back as 
his hands slid down my stomach and spread my legs. His 
finger slid right in me. I was so wet and I let out a 
little gasp as he began to finger me. He slid into his 
second knuckle. 

My knees were getting weak. I was going to come on his 
finger if he didn't stop. But he did know when to stop. 
He turned me around and rinsed me off. Turning off the 
water he pulled the shower curtain aside and pulled out 
a clean towel and began to pat me dry like a prize. He 
dried himself and I watched. Then he took my hand and 
led me out of the bathroom and towards the bed. 

The cool air gave me goose bumps all over my body. This 
is it I thought. I'm about to be unfaithful to my 
husband. I'm about to be fucked by this black man in 
his bed while my husband is at work. Was it too late to 
stop I wondered, could I stop. Could I go through with 
it? He laid me back on the bed with my knees over the 
edge, and then he lowered himself to his knees in front 
of me. He put my hands on my breasts and lifted my feet 
up so that just my heels rested on the edge of the bed. 
He kissed the inside of my thigh, then kissed it again 
only higher. 

I realized what he was doing. I'd only let Kevin do it 
a few times but it was awkward and amateurish. Samuel's 
tongue must have done this many times before. His 
tongue was warm and talented. It darted in and out and 
ran up and down the soaking folds of my cunt. God it 
felt so good. I squeezed my breasts and played with my 
nipples as he quickened the pace. I could feel myself 
getting closer and closer to an orgasm. 

My back began to tense and my head turned from side to 
side. I bit my lip as I approached release. I'd 
forgotten where I was and now I was just concentrating 
on what was going on. Then it hit. I forced my hips up 
into his face as I held his head, my body exploding on 
his tongue. I was gasping for air as he kept gently 
touching my clit. I finally had to push his head away 
as I was getting too sensitive. I looked down between 
my outstretched thighs to see his black head look up 
and stare into my eyes. 

He stood up in front of me and I sat up on the edge of 
the bed. His cock head was in front of my face, a 
little bead of precum pooling on the tip. I swallowed 
again and opened my mouth taking the head in my mouth. 

I was afraid I would gag or wretch but it seemed so 
natural. I sucked him as deep as I could as he held my 
head. I heard him moan as I sucked his cock. His hands 
were tangled in my hair as I tried to get as much of 
him in my mouth as I could. I swear I was going to come 
again just from sucking on him. He moaned some more and 
I began to wonder what I would do when he came. I never 
swallowed Kevin's cum. 

I never had to decide. He suddenly pulled my head away 
and said, "Not the way I want to come." 

I'd thought for a moment that maybe we'd stop at a 
blowjob, but not today. He pushed me back on the bed 
and kneeled in front of me. He put his hands on my 
knees and spread me wide open. I watched almost in a 
sexual daze as a set of black fingers on each knee 
slowly pushed my legs farther apart. His cock was 
straight out in front of him covered in my salvia. 

He began to lower himself forward. I swear I was like a 
bitch in heat. I wanted this so bad. I tensed for on 
last moment. I felt the tip touch my opening and my 
hips involuntarily pushed up to meet him. He smiled and 
looked down at me.

"You like my black cock? Don't you?"

I nodded. I felt him thrust down with his hips. His 
cock began to slide in and disappear in me, now the 
weight of his body spread me apart. I could feel every 
inch of him slide in until the tip of his big black 
cock rested against the opening of my cervix. I had 
never had anything that deep. I closed my eyes as I 
adjusted to having him in me. 

He rocked from side to side and seated himself as deep 
as he could. I was totally impaled by his cock. His 
balls rested in the crack of my ass and I could feel 
them soft and heavy against me. I momentarily thought 
about the box of condoms in the dresser next to my own 
bed, they wouldn't do me any good now. 

I ground my pelvis against his and felt another orgasm 
building. I knew it wasn't going to take long before I 
came again. He reached down and ran his hands up my 
arms pushing my arms up over my head, his fingers 
entwined with mine holding me under him. 

"Look at me," he said. 

I looked up at his big brown eyes, and I came. The 
totality of what was going on caused my body to thrash 
under him. He smiled and began to slide slowly out 
until just the tip remained inside then he slid all the 
way back inside. I gasped again and again as he began 
to fuck me harder and deeper. The whole bed shook with 
the force of our fuck. His cock grew harder and bigger 
and I knew that he was going to come in me soon. That 
thought set me over the edge again. I had never come 
this way with Kevin. 

The danger of it, the tabooedness of it, the mental 
image of him screwing my white ass so completely set me 
into a continuous orgasm. I began to think about his 
balls forcing gobs of thick wiggling sperm deep into my 
unprotected womb, searching for an egg to spear. My 
heels dug into his bed but his hands held me fast. I 
looked up and his face was inches from mine and I knew 
he could feel the insides of my cunt contracting and 
sucking against his cock. He kept sliding in and out 
fucking away and I kept coming. 

Then he said, "Its time." 

I looked up at him as I felt him push as hard and deep 
as he could. His balls tightened up and squirt after 
squirt of his fluid began to fill my insides. I grabbed 
his head and pulled his mouth to mine as he filled me. 
I could feel him starting to leak out from around his 
cock and run down the crack of my ass on to his sheets. 
He collapsed and kissed me again as held my head. 

We rested for a few minutes. Every movement he made 
caused me to twitch as he deflated inside me. I let out 
a small sigh as he slid out and lay beside me pulling 
me over to rest my head on his chest. My small white 
hand playing with his soaked cock. He was literally 
flowing out of me making a puddle on the bed. I hoped 
it wasn't a bad time of the month for this. I slid down 
and began to lick him clean of our fluids. 

He tasted wet and salty as I cleaned off the 
combination of his and my illicit coupling. It didn't 
take long for him to get hard and I concentrated on 
making him come again. I felt the head swell and he 
held my head in his lap. He wasn't going to pull away 
this time. He groaned and I felt what was left in him 
squirting into my mouth. I closed my eyes and 
swallowed. It was like swallowing a hot raw egg. We 
both fell back on the cool sheets. 

Samuel looked over at the clock. "The repair man should 
be in by now." 

He called the office for me and one of the workers came 
over with the master key. The worker was an old black 
guy. He sort of just looked at us both, as I stood 
there in my bathrobe next to Samuel in a pair of clean 
running shorts. Samuels's hand rested on my ass. I 
could feel his cum running down my leg. The maintenance 
man look at Samuel, then at me then at my leg and 
smiled. I was suddenly very conscious of what I'd just 
done. The man opened my door and I stepped inside. 

"Thanks for the coffee," I said.

"Any time," he answered. 

I closed the door and went inside. On the counter there 
was a note from Kevin. 

"Hi. Came back because I forgot my notes. Where were 
you? See you tonight and you can tell me all about it. 
Kevin." 

So now I wait.