Beatrice Cox was a lady in her early forties. She had been married before with a son who was now nearing the age of a teenager. But as far back as she could remember, Beatrice had always been curious about what it would be like with another woman. She saw herself as straight and couldn't imagine herself at all being in a relationship with a woman, as she liked a good cock too much. But she'd always been curious, you know.

Beatrice loved to watch lesbian porn as she was more turned on by it. Hot girls licking each other's wet pussies, sucking each other's hard and erect nipples. She would orgasm multiple times. Beatrice enjoyed watching lesbian oil wrestling - a girl gets in between another girl's legs and pins her down, and then begins fucking her. She would orgasm a lot.

Beatrice decided to take a week's holiday from the very busy city life of London, England, away from the noise, people, car fumes, and pollution. She travelled to Tuscany, Italy, and found a small, quaint, and pretty bed and breakfast hotel.

"Hi, I would like a room for the week," she said, walking to the reception desk where a woman stood, a plumpish woman in her late fifties.

"Of course, madam," she said in an accent.

"Oh, good, you speak English," Beatrice said with a smile.

The woman smiled back. "Of course, we get many guests coming here from all over the world, so we learn English. Can I have your passport, please?"

She handed over her British passport.

"Do you mind sharing a room with another guest?"

"Why?

"We seem to have overbooked."

"Erm.. OK.. sure,, as long as it's not a man."

"No, no, not a man. But my daughter, Sofia," the receptionist told her.

Beatrice raised an eyebrow. "Why is she staying as a guest?" she asked.

"Sofia likes to pretend to be a guest. It's a game she does. She drives me bonkers."

She laughed.

"My name is Monica. I am always here if you need anything." The receptionist returned her passport and then handed her a room key. "Up the stairs and first door on the right. Sofia, my daughter, will be here shortly."

"Thank you," Beatrice said with a smile. She placed her passport back in her handbag, lifted her purple suitcase, and went up the spiral stairs. She opened the room and gasped in awe.

The room was small but pretty with blue painted walls, paintings of butterflies and horses on the walls. There were dreamcatchers at the window that sparkled when they caught the light.

Beatrice walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

"Can you close the curtains?" a female voice spoke from the single bed on the left.

She turned to the lump on the bed and a face of a very beautiful girl, around nineteen to twenty years old, poked her head out from the duvet.

"Close the curtains."

Beatrice closed the curtains. "Sorry," she replied. "You must be Sofia, your mother told me about you."

Sofia just stared and then turned her back to her.

She sighed and placed her suitcase on the bed.

An hour later, after unpacking, Beatrice went through to the small bathroom where there was a shower, toilet, sink, and hairdryer. She noticed a pink dildo on the side. She was shocked at first, but then began to feel a bit horny.

Beatrice closed the bathroom door, but didn't lock it, lifted her blue skirt, pulled down her knickers, and then grabbed up the dildo. She got undressed and stood there naked with the dildo in hand, parted her legs, and then rubbed the dildo against her wet and throbbing pussy.

"What the fuck is this?!" Sofia had quietly got out of bed and pushed open the bedroom door.

Beatrice turned to her, ashamed and embarrassed, because she got caught red-handed. "I am so sorry," she said. She nervously washed the dildo over the sink under the tap. Her green eyes widened with shock as she saw from the mirror, Sofia come right up behind her.

Sofia took her clothes off too. "Seeing you naked has made me horny," she said. She took the dildo from her. "Have you ever been with a woman before?"

She suddenly felt something hard poking into her back. Beatrice gasped and moaned with pleasure as she felt the dildo go inside her.

"Do you like?" she whispered.

"Yeah. I'm not a lesbian," she replied.

"And I'm not Mother Teresa."

"What is poking into my back?"

"Oh, just my cock," Sofia said casually.

"Sorry, your what?" Beatrice replied with shock.

"My cock. I am transgender."

She turned around and gasped at seeing the prettiest Italian girl with a hard pulsating cock. "Oh, my!" Her pussy throbbed and grew wet with excitement.

"I got a sex change five years ago," Sofia told her. "Are you grossed out?"

Beatrice shook her head.

"Good, because I wanna fuck you right here, right now. So, wanna experience pleasure with a transgender?"

She was silent and turned back to the sink. Beatrice saw Sofia come back up behind her and gasped with pleasure as her pussy was being fondled.

"My, you are so wet. My cock is throbbing with excitement to be inside you," Sofia told her seductively.

"I want you to fuck me," Beatrice said.

In that moment, Sofia exchanged her fingers with her cock and gently pushed it into her pussy. She gripped Beatrice's hips with her hands and began moving back and forth firmly. Her balls banging against the backs of Beatrice's legs.

Beatrice gripped the sides of the sink and watched through the mirror as she was being fucked and pleasured by a transgender girl. It felt so incredible!

"Please, don't stop!" she cried.

Sofia moved faster and faster, and her breathing grew heavier. She moaned out pleasurably. "Can I come inside you? I am so close in cumming!"

Without thinking, she just nodded her head. "Yes." And then added. "I want you to make me cum!"

Sofia moved faster and faster, breathing and grunting heavily. Her body suddenly convulsed up and down as she ejaculated deep inside Beatrice.

Beatrice's body moved up and down, and she let out a cry of pleasure as she too orgasmed.

That was one experience Beatrice will not forget.