Zahra's Lessons

This is the first of my series of short erotic stories set in South Africa. These tales are self-contained and related only by their main theme: interracial sex between male and female domestic workers and their employers. The sex is explicit, wide-ranging in terms of kinks and dynamics, and often involves wide age gaps.

Zahra's Lesson

Zahra's Lesson

In the mid afternoon when the South African heat was at its peak, eighteen-year-old Thomas Van Der Zwee climbed the narrow stairs leading to the top story of his parents' lavish house. He knew he had no business there. This was Zahra's domain. But his mother and father were in Cape Town until dinner time and Zahra, the family's long-time cook and housekeeper, was busy two floors below preparing their evening meal. No one would be the wiser.

At the top of the stairs, Thomas emerged into a hallway. He followed it to a closed door at its far end. Turning the knob, he stepped into Zahra's bedroom, a pleasant, simply furnished space with a brass bed, a few chairs, an oval rag rug on the plank floor and a reading lamp atop a wooden night table. A door in one wall opened into Zahra's personal bathroom. Thomas pushed it open.

A wicker basket beside the sink served as Zahra's laundry hamper. Thomas lifted its lid and rummaged through the dirty clothing within. Almost immediately, he found what he was looking for--a pair of plain, white cotton panties. He spread them open for inspection. Small stains spotted the slightly discolored crotch area and a few sprigs of curly black hair clung to the material.

Perfect, Thomas said to himself.Absolutely perfect.

He took the garment back into the bedroom and dropped his baggy pants and underwear to his ankles. Closing his eyes, he pressed the panties against his face. One deep sniff of their powerful, raw scent was enough to bring his phallus to full hardness and make his imagination run wild.

Thomas did not know Zahra's precise age. His mother said she was still a young woman when she began working for the family several years before his birth. Likely in her mid-forties now, he guessed. Whatever her age, she had been almost a second mother to Thomas. As long as he could remember, he had great affection for the tall, fleshy woman with skin the colour of mahogany. With the onset of puberty, other feelings surfaced. Thomas found himself stealing glances at the huge breasts and prominent ass cheeks Zahra's snug dresses outlined. He masturbated at night to imaginings of what her dark, naked body might look like under her clothing. These mental images were the source of countless furtive orgasms for young Thomas.

A month earlier, the teen's fixation had pushed him to take the bold step of sneaking into Zahra's room. Discovering her dirty underthings was a masturbatory windfall. Several times since then he had inhaled the aroma of Zahra's fragrant panties while stroking himself to orgasm in her room.

The panties he found today were deliciously piquant. Standing in the center of the room, he stroked himself as he breathed in the raunchy smell and licked the stained crotch, visualizing Zahra's lush, brown body naked before him. Three or four more strokes and he'd be there. He was just beginning to feel the first stirring of orgasm when he heard a sound behind him. His eyes flew open and he spun his head around.

There in the doorway stood Zahra, hands on her hips and a faintly amused look on her oval, high cheek-boned face.

"Zahra! Oh my God! How long have you been standing there? I--I thought you were making dinner."

"This morning your parents tell me they bring home take-out for our dinner so I do not have to cook. I come up for a shower and a nap. And here you are in my room, young Thomas."

"Please don't tell mom and dad about this, Zahra. Please." Thomas begged. "I'll put these back in the hamper and never do this again. I promise."

A playful smile shadowed Zahra's full lips.

"So you like the smell of Zahra'sbroekies?" the statuesque woman said.

"Oh no, no!" the boy stammered looking helplessly at the undergarment in his hand. "I don't. Really. I just...."

"Oh, I think you do, Thomas. Yes. But maybe you would like the smell of what they cover even more."

Her words shocked him into silence. Thomas stared at the woman in wide-eyed disbelief.

Still smirking, Zahra reached behind her back, unzipped her patterned, knee length dress and let it fall to the floor. She removed her bra, setting free ponderous breasts with wide areolas and stiffening nipples the colour of dark chocolate. Her belly was softly rounded, her hips wide, her thighs thick and her buttocks pillowy. When she peeled off her panties, Thomas saw a dense thatch of hair at the delta of her thighs. The growth was the same length and colour as the tightly curled hair on her head.

Her hips swayed as she crossed the floor to Thomas wearing nothing except a pair of small hoop gold earrings. When she stood in front of him, she put her hand on his cheek.

"I watch you grow up into a fine, handsome young man, Thomas," she said in a low, husky voice. "I see how you look at me sometimes. I know it is bad but it make warm between my legs."

Entranced by her sultry voice and words, Thomas stood stock still, not realizing his cock was rising again.

"Now you have much to offer a woman," she said, looking pointedly at his stiffening phallus. "Will you share it with Zahra?"

Before Thomas could reply, the woman put her mouth against his. Thomas parted his lips and Zahra's tongue slipped between them. She pressed her body against his as they kissed deeply. The feel of Zahra's enormous breasts and the heat of her lush body aroused Thomas's cock to full hardness. The passionate kiss ended when Zahra lifted her plump lips from the teen's mouth and stepped back.

"Take off your clothes for Zahra," she said. "Show me all of you."

Thomas nodded. He stripped off his pants and shirt and kicked aside his sandals. When he stood naked in front of her, Zahra's liquid brown eyes roamed over his slim, finely muscled young body. The cock nestled in the nest of blonde hair below his belly now jutted out from his body at a severe angle.

She took his hands and placed them on her big, oblong udders. The gesture stirred Thomas out of his trance. The teenager kneaded the soft pliant flesh between his fingers. He twirled her leathery, erect nipples, pushing them back into the soft bulk surrounding them.

"Kiss them, Thomas. Kiss Zahra'samabele."

Thomas did not know the Zulu word for breasts, but her meaning was clear enough. He lowered his head, mouthing and sucking the big, brown orbs. Zahra sighed and cupped the back of the boy's head as he feasted noisily on her breasts.

Her free hand trailed lightly down his flat belly and came to rest on his prod. "Yes, you have grown to be a man, Thomas," she said, as her fingers encircled him. "Yourpielis such a big one."

Thomas detached his lips from her nipple and looked at the woman curiously.

"Piel?" he said.

Zahra nodded. "Piel is what we call 'cock' in Zulu. You are big like a Zulu man."

With that, she knelt in front of the boy, face level with his cock. She leaned in and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip. He gasped. His hips jerked as her plush lips stretched over his girth. She worked her tongue around the ridge between his bulbous glans and shaft. His cock head was wet with her saliva and his pre-cum when she opened her lips and slid them over his knob. She moved her head forward slowly until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. Thomas laid a hand gently on the crown of her head as she built speed, her brown cheeks hollowing with each suck. The sounds of wet slurping and Thomas's moans filled the small room.

Zahra loved the feel of Thomas's rod in her mouth. But she was well-aware of teenage boys' tendency to release too soon and did not want that to happen. Not yet. She pulled her mouth off of him with a pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. Rising to her feet, she kissed the boy and said, "Come lay with Zahra on the bed, Thomas."

When he settled on his back, she climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him.

"Now, Thomas, do you wish to taste and smell Zahra'singquza?"

"Your what, Zahra? Ing...uh, inqu...?"

She laughed gently

"My ingquza, Thomas. What you call in English, 'cunt'. Do you want to smell and taste my cunt instead of my dirty panties?"

"Oh God, yes!" Thomas replied, eyes wide.

Without a word, Zahra straddled the boy's head, facing his feet and positioning her crotch inches above his mouth. Thomas had never seen a black woman's vagina. The flesh was darker than the rest of her body, almost black. Her outer labia were big and puffy, the inner lips thick, meaty and long. Between them, a thin slice of reddish-purple flesh was visible--the portal to her vaginal sleeve. Her entire vulva was surrounded by a pelt of black hair.

"Come now, young Thomas," Zahra purred. "Enjoy my cunt."

Thomas opened his mouth and pressed the lower half of his face into her crotch. The bouquet was powerful and pungent: a rich funk of earth, musk and smoke. When he pushed his tongue into the crease between her pussy lips, the flavour was strong and ripe like fresh seafood. The sensory delights of Zahra's soiled panties paled in comparison to their source. The housekeeper's crotch enveloped Thomas in a heady miasma of erotic tastes and aromas that drove him to lick and kiss and suck her slippery, intimate tissues with youthful abandon.

"Good boy, Thomas," Zahra moaned. "Now give love to myumsuma. My bean."

She adjusted her crotch so her clitoris was directly above Thomas's mouth. When the teen prodded the pliant nub with his tongue, spikes of pleasure radiated throughout Zahra' groin. She jack-knifed from the waist to suck Thomas's cock again, laving it with her lips and tongue as her rotund breasts squashed against his belly. She took his whole member into her mouth until its thick head lodged in her gullet. As she raised and lowered her head over the boy's rod, his tongue flailed wildly against her clit and dug into the livid trench dividing her substantial cunt flaps.

She lifted her face from his prod and moved forward to mouth his heavy ball sack. Gently sucking his testicles one by one, she jounced and juggled them with her tongue, her dark hand still stroking his saliva-wetted dick.

"Lift your legs, Thomas," she told him.

He obeyed and immediately felt her tongue daubing his pink rosebud.Rimming was unknown to Thomas and he gasped at the sensation.

"Do you like for me to lick your bung hole, Thomas?" Zahra asked.

"It feels awesome! Should I do it to you?"

"Oh yes. That would be very lovely."

To give him access, she reached back and spread open her ample ass cheeks. At their center, Thomas saw the black-brown crater of her anus surrounded by deeply etched striations like rays emanating from a black sun. He lodged his face between her ass cheeks. The musky smell was denser than her pussy. When he placed his lips against her dark star, its taste was metallic in quality. Both the flavour and smell excited the boy and he railed the woman's rear entrance wildly with his tongue. He licked in circles until the ring loosened a little, allowing him to push the tip of his tongue just inside the taut hole. Zahra moaned, pressing back against him.

As Thomas ate her asshole, his chin pressed against Zahra's clit, now hard and throbbing. The pressure was pushing her towards orgasm. She lifted her face away from Thomas's spit-covered anus.

"Thomas, eat my pussy while I suck your piel. We come together!"

Thomas repositioned his head while Zahra took his cock in her mouth. Moaning and panting the two sweat covered lovers fed on each other genitals with gusto. Zahra felt her orgasm begin low in her belly. Grinding her cunt against the boy's face, she clinched Thomas's pulsing phallus in her fist. She locked her spit-wetted lips around its head, stroking him furiously. Thomas's tongue against her bulbous clit ignited her orgasm and it spread like wild fire though her loins. But Zahra continued to stroke and suck the boy, pushing him to the brink of climax and beyond. He arched his back as the first jet of his thick, creamy load spewed into Zahra's mouth. The orgasming woman swallowed as much of the boy's semen as she could manage. The surplus leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down in twin rivulets over her chin.

The wave of their mutual climax built to a crest. They rode it together, their sweaty frames strained and writhed with exquisite pleasure. The wave slowly lost momentum. Drained of energy and spunk, Thomas relaxed and dropped his head from the sticky junction of Zahra's thighs. Zahra sighed, smacked her lips and raised her corpulent body from his. She stretched out beside him. Their wet lips came together in a deep kiss, filling each other's mouths with the taste of the fluids their bodies had released during orgasm.

Finally, they broke their lip lock and rolled onto their backs.

"That was amazing, Zahra," Thomas said, still catching his breathe. "Just absolutely amazing."

Zahra chuckled. "So, dear, tell Zahra. Which do you like best? Myingquzaor my dirty underwear?"

They laughed together.

"Oh, no contest, Zahra. Your ing...uh... whatever you call it is miles better."

"I am happy that is so," the woman said before kissing his cheek.

Zahra rose and went to the bathroom. She left the door open and Thomas heard her urine gush into the toilet bowl. The toilet flushed and taps ran. Zahra returned with towels wetted with warm water. She cleaned the teen first and then wiped her face, crotch and deep ass crack. When she was done, she lay down beside him.

They talked freely. Thomas admitted to her that he had been masturbating with her panties for well over a month.

"Were you surprised when you walked in and saw me, uh, you know?" he asked sheepishly.

"Yes, but it was a good surprise," she said. "Many times I see you look at my titties and bottom. I know what you are thinking and it make my cunt wet. But I had to be sure you want me. And then when I see you playing with your piel as you smell my panties, I know for sure you do."

They were quiet for a moment. Then Zahra spoke.

"Did you like the things we did, young Thomas?" she asked.

"Oh God yes," Thomas replied. "I've never come in a sixty nine with someone. It was awesome."

He paused before continuing shyly. "And no one has ever, uh, put their mouth on my, you know, my butt hole. And I've never done it to anyone either."

"Oh yes?" Zahra said. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it!" Thomas replied. "I didn't really know what I was doing though."

"Oh, you do it very well, young Thomas. It feel very good. And you lick my cunt very good too."

As they talked further about the experience, Zahra reached down and absently fondled Thomas's still damp, soft cock and ball sack. She was delighted when it began to stiffen again under her caresses. She pressed against him and the two shared another deep kiss as the woman brought Thomas to full hardness.

"Do you want to fuck me, Thomas?" she whispered. "Do you want to put your beautiful white penis in me?"

"Oh yes," the boy answered. "Definitely!"

The woman rose and straddled Thomas's pelvis, her pussy hovering above his iron hard shaft. He gripped it so it stood straight, its head mere inches from Zahra's cunt. She lowered herself until Thomas's broad knob snugged between her still moist cunt lips. The contrast between her dark, black-furred pussy and Thomas's ivory-hued cock was striking. Both watched intently as his phallus disappeared up inside her.

Her vaginal canal was tight. It gripped his tool with exquisite friction as she sank down on him. When his entire shaft was inside her, she ground her pelvis against his. Then she began to ride him. Her huge black breasts heaved and bounced as she rocked on his prod. Thomas reached up and grabbed them in his hands."

"Yes,!" she sighed. "Squeeze myanties. Harder, Thomas."

The teen dug his fingers into the pliant flesh. Zahra threw back her head and moaned loud and long. Then a misstep in their rhythm caused Thomas's big prick to flop out of her wet vulva's embrace.

"Oops, sorry," Thomas said. "I'll put it back in."

But Zahra had another idea.

"Thomas, do you ever doadofurowith a girl?" she asked.

"Adofuro? What's that?"

"In English you say, uh, butt fucking. The man, he put his piel into the woman's backside hole. Do you understand?"

Thomas nodded. "Yes. I mean, I've heard about it but never done it."

"Would you like to try? Zahra love adofuro very much."

"Yes, sure. But you'll have to show me. I have no idea what to do."

"Oh, it is not hard to learn, Thomas. Here. I show you."

Raising herself off of him, Zahra put a pillow in the center of the bed. She lay down so the cushion was under the small of her back elevating her hefty ass cheeks. When she lifted her legs and bent her knees, her pussy and the black ring below it were fully exposed and accessible.

"Now get on your knees between my legs, Thomas."

The boy did as she asked.

"Good. Now put your cock back in my cunt to make it very wet." Thomas obliged and soon his knob was slick with her juices. Zahra spat on her fingers and rubbed the saliva all over her sphincter until it gleamed like polished onyx.

"Put the end of your piel against mygat, Thomas. Then push in very slow."

Thomas did as instructed. At first he made no headway. But incrementally her tight black ring began to loosen. Zahra grunted as her asshole flexed open. His cockhead pushed inside her sphincter, its tight, elastic ring gripping the seam between his cock's glans and shaft.

"Good," the housekeeper said huskily. "Now push in, Thomas. Uh, yes, that's it. All the way until you are all the way up my bottom hole. Oh yessss. That feels so good up myindunu. Fill it with your young cock, Thomas. All the way up Zahra's asshole."

Once his cock head had pushed through her tight ring of gristle and up into her humid rectal canal, the going got easier. When Thomas bottomed out, he settled into a slow back and forth tempo. Zahra reached down and slid two fingers inside her pussy.

"I feel your big piel up inside my bottom through my cunt walls, Thomas. Now fuck Zahra's asshole. Fuck it hard!"

She worked her fingers in and out of her pussy in time to the teen's thrusts. As he built up speed, sweat poured from his face and chest and dropped down to mingle with the perspiration on the housekeeper's black skin. Her huge tits shook in time to his pumping. Zahra's fingers now whirled on her clitoris. She felt a second orgasm build in her gut as Thomas rammed her.

"Eiiiieeee. I come soon, Thomas! Fuck me, boy. Fuck my indunu. Ahhh!"

Thomas slammed in and out her until her asshole was loose and gapping and he was close to climaxing.

"Come on Zahra's titties, Thomas. I am cumming now!

Thomas yanked his cock out of her ass. He gripped its length in his fist, pumping hard as Zahra frigged her clit. When her orgasm hit, she closed her eyes tight and tossed her grimacing head from side to side. So engrossed was she in her climax, she did not at first feel the boy's semen pelting down on her as it spurted in ropes from his engorged cock. Splatters of Thomas's creamy white semen patterned Zahra's glistening, ebony skin from her hairy mound to her face as the pair writhed and moaned.

The pulses of spunk decreased until only a thin thread of cum drooled from the tip of his cock into Zahra's nest of pubic hair. She rubbed it into her coarse fur and down over her distended cunt lips as if it were a balm for her glistening black pussy. She smiled up at the boy who was still holding his softening cock.