I looked up and her mouth was deep into my pussy. Her tongue moved from my clit and replaced her fingers in my vagina. As I felt her warm wet tongue enter me, I felt my legs begin to tremble and shake.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh!” I cried with a ragged breath between each.
The tension built and built. Tingles went from my belly to my pussy. I was losing control. I went higher and higher, my voice matching the closeness to my orgasm.
Then I felt it. A sudden release and fireworks of pleasure ricochet across my body. My hips jerked up and down on Delia’s mouth. I felt a surge of liquid squirt from me, and I didn’t care, couldn’t care. I was lost in the pleasure that was filling me from head to toe.
I kept jerking and spasming for what seemed like the longest time. I didn’t know where I was or when it was. I was just here, with Delia’s wonderful mouth on my pussy, cumming like I had never cum before.
As I slowed and started coming down from the high, Delia came up on top of me.
“You made me feel so good!” I said, pulling her face to mine.
I kissed her and for the first time tasted my own juices on her tongue. We kissed and tongued and made out, my pussy still spasming occasionally.
When we broke off, Delia brushed some hair out of my face. “You’re not a lesbian virgin anymore,” she said softly. “I’m so glad I got to be your first.”
“Me too, Delia,” I said, kissing her lips gently. “Me too.”
“You know,” Delia said, “you can give me the same pleasure.”
“I want to,” I said, “but I don’t know how.”
“I think you do,” Delia said, getting off me and laying on her back. “Just love me. Do what I did. I’m so fucking turned on right now that it’ll be easy to make me cum. Please, Kat. Please make your aunt cum!”
I got on my side and began kissing her breasts, licking her nipples and sucking them into my mouth.
“That’s right, Kat,” Delia said, moving my hair out of the way. “That’s right. Ooh, yes. That feels good. Now touch my pussy.”
I looked down at her bald mound, wet with moisture. I rubbed my fingers in her liquid and put them in my mouth. She tasted salty and sort of tangy, but wonderful.
“You taste good too!” I said.
“I’m glad you like me,” Delia said.
I kept working her nipples with my mouth and slipped my finger down her slit. She lifted her pelvis and took in a quick breath.
“Oh, yes, oh yes!” she said softly.
I pushed in and found her clit, already big and swollen.
“Fuck!” she moaned, her hips now moving up and down.
I rubbed and explored her slit and ventured a finger into her opening, which caused her to take in another quick breath and start breathing rapidly.
I kissed down her stomach. She pushed my head down lower. I figured this was the time. I was literally going to dive right into my first pussy. I moved between her legs and saw how red and swollen her pussy was.
“Oh, oh, ah, oh, ah!” she moaned as I kissed her inner thighs.
When my tongue hit her slit, I tasted even more of her juice. I pushed my tongue in and felt the hard nodule of her clit. I licked around it.
“Oh yes, Kat,” she moaned. “That’s it. Right there. Ooh!”
I was eating out my first pussy. When I’d imagined this, I thought it might be weird to be doing things to another woman. But in reality, she was soft, warm, inviting, and tasty. My tongue seemed to enjoy exploring her, licking her, sucking in on her clit. And she sure seemed to enjoy what I was doing.
“Oh!” she cried. “Put your fingers in me, Kat!”
I stuck my index and middle fingers into her vagina, and she arched up. She began to pant and moan. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. I guessed I was doing all right, so I continued, picking up the pace, moving my tongue and fingers faster and deeper.
Suddenly, Delia arched up her back, took in a breath and held it. When she released, she cried out in joy, “AHHHHHHH!”
Her hips moved up and down rapidly. I felt juice flowing into my mouth and over my fingers. I was making her cum!
“Yes, oh yes, oh yes, ah!” she cried again and again as she held my head to her pussy. I’m fucking cumming!”
As she began to calm, she pulled me up and we kissed, our juices now mingling together, creating a wonderful taste of their own.
“You did so good!” Delia said as we broke off. “I came so hard!”
“I’m so glad,” I said. You’re a good teacher.”
“And you’re a wonderful student,” Delia said. “I have many more things to teach you, but this was the first and most important lesson of all – giving in to pleasure and sharing our bodies for the first time.”
“It was truly magical,” I said, and meant it.
We did share many more experiences with each other in the first week, alone.
One day we sat out on her back patio when the weather had warmed.
“Why am I really here?” I asked, holding Delia’s hand. “I mean, we get this cryptic lecture from our mom that when we turn 18, we have to spend ‘time’ with Aunt Cordelia. Was all this planned or something?”
Delia laughed and squeezed my hand. “Some of it,” she said. “I get to spend quality time with all my adult nieces and nephews. But what happens here is all up to me. Sometimes it’s just a pleasant time in the country. Other times it’s many pleasant times in the bedroom.”
“So, um, you’ve done this with my other cousins?” I asked.
“Remember, Kat, what happens at Aunt Cordelia’s…”
“Stays at Aunt Cordelia’s,” I said, finishing her sentence. “Got it. I’m just glad we’re happening.”
“Oh, me too,” she said. “Me too. And who knows what other adventures we’ll have while you’re here or who might show up!”