The Mysterious Bold Woman

Stories

I used to think only men could be lechers, but after what happened last week I realized that when a woman turns into one, she is every bit as shameless as we men.

Last weekend I went to a birthday party and met a girl, somewhere in her twenties, gorgeous and provocatively dressed. She talked without the slightest restraint, and one look told me she was the sort you take for a one-night stand. Only she was far more impatient than I had imagined.

We had known each other half an hour and danced a few minutes of grinding close when she was already dragging me toward the bathroom. I understood exactly what she wanted.

The moment we were inside she locked the door behind her, and her other hand was already down my trousers. Five fingers that looked slender and delicate were in fact a practiced, hungry claw, stroking and squeezing hard at my little brother.

How could I let her have it all her way? I slipped a hand under her short skirt and found a spring tide already in flood. Her panties were soaked as if they had just been washed, and sticky wetness was trickling down the smooth insides of her thighs. Through the thin, slick cloth I pressed lightly just outside her peach-blossom spring, teasing her as I pleased.

She was ready to go off at a touch. In less than half a minute she convulsed and, to my surprise, came.

I undid the little blouse on her upper body, took her two firm peaks in my hands, and brought them to my mouth, about to taste that fresh milk, when she shoved me away. She yanked off the short skirt that was all she had left, and a dense black forest, like the jungle of the Amazon, gave off a primitive lure.

Naked, she stripped every piece of clothing off me, then pulled me into the bathtub and turned on the shower. Water beaded over us, but it did nothing to cool her fire. She slowly knelt, gently cupped my treasure, worked it with her hand once or twice, then put out her bright red tongue and began licking the purplish tip. That nimble tongue spun fast over the head... Then she started taking the whole thing into her mouth, her head moving back and forth, wet sucking sounds coming from her hollowed cheeks. One hand held my treasure; the other was not idle, lightly rolling my balls. Waves of pleasure kept rising from my belly and rushing toward the head that kept striking her throat... Just as I was about to lose control, she suddenly stopped, pinched hard at the upper end with thumb and forefinger, and with real skill pulled me back from the edge of exploding.

She stood up, back against the wall, legs spread, and with both hands held my head, slowly drawing it toward her black forest. I crouched, parted the thick growth, and crystalline drops mixed with her love-juice glittered at the pale-pink mouth of her peach spring...

I put out my tongue and began licking lightly at the pearl above the opening. Every time I pressed the attack she twitched a little and let out a blurred gasp. Gradually I went faster and faster, and her hips began to rock. I sucked her pearl with my lips while my fingers kept driving in and out of her spring. Her cries grew louder. Eyes closed, she swung her hips harder and harder, pressing again and again against my mouth, until the heavy panting finally stopped after a shudder. After the shock of that climax her cheeks were flushed. We lay in the tub and rested a few minutes, then her hands grew restless again, and under her stroking my little brother began raising the flag. She stood up in the tub and pulled me up with her. I followed her out. She turned her back to me, bent over, gripped the rim of the tub with both hands, and looked back at me with a wanton gaze. Her hips rose high, her legs were spread, and full lips of flesh glimmered alluringly, half hidden in the black forest. Looking at her long legs and the lovely curve of her backside, my little brother's flag flew even higher...

.... Hurry up!!

.... Oh!

I came back to myself, shut the mouth that was about to drool, and brought my lower body toward her peach spring. I bent down, one hand caressing her full breasts, the other guiding my little brother, and from behind ground lightly against the fleshy lips at the mouth of her spring...

.... Don't tease me like that!!

.... Heh heh....

Honey flowing from between those shell-lips wet the purplish head. I eased my little brother into the lips, let the fleshy rim of the head slip inside, then drew it out again, savoring the pleasure of that rim rubbing at the opening....

She had already come twice, but her desire only seemed to climb. She kept shifting her hips back against me, trying to take me deeper. I went on teasing her on purpose. Without warning she reached a hand back, grabbed my backside, and shoved her own ass backward. With a wet sound my little brother sank in to the root. She gave a muffled moan, tilted her head up a little, pushed her hips higher, and the walls inside clenched my treasure as she began to move back and forth....

I was not about to be outdone. I gripped her waist and thrust in a piston rhythm. Her moans grew louder, joining the loud smack of hips colliding and the wet.... sluck.... sluck.... of each stroke. A wild symphony of lovemaking echoed through the bathroom...

I drove into her hard. Her shell-lips opened and closed around my treasure as it went in and out, and honey followed the motion, slowly running down both sides of her thighs... Suddenly she stopped, turned around, and pulled me into the tub. Then she pressed me down on the bottom, took my treasure in one hand, set it against her fleshy lips, and sat down on it just like that. Lying on the floor of the tub with almost no room to move, I could only let her have her way.

Her breasts bounced endlessly before my eyes, her wasp waist swayed left and right, spring in the corners of her mouth. Little by little I felt her shell-lips and inner walls clamp my treasure tighter and tighter, and her cries grew louder. After a burst of hard riding she let out a stifled roar and collapsed onto my chest. Under her assault my own energy had built to the edge of exploding. After she fell I stayed pressed to her shell-lips, still throbbing lightly inside her. About a minute later she opened her eyes. My treasure, still clenched in her tight peach spring, was hard as iron. She sensed I was far from finished, so she turned around, took hold of it, and closed her vivid red little cherry mouth around it. Her head moved quickly up and down. My little brother, already at the brink, sent the advance party past the checkpoint under the ceaseless suction of that small mouth...

She felt the liquid seeping from my tip, turned her head, and looked at me with a smile. One hand kept stroking fast up and down. My energy had reached its limit. Suddenly a shiver ran through my lower body, and the first salute landed on her smiling face...

Startled by my release, she hurriedly turned back, took the erupting little brother into her cherry mouth again, and sucked hard. I jerked, firing shot after shot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop without wasting any. I lay spent on the bottom of the tub while she kept licking the softening treasure, tongue and cherry lips holding the whole of my little brother. I closed my eyes and enjoyed that last pleasure and the ease that comes after release...

In a daze I heard a thumping at the bathroom door, as if someone were knocking.

.... Hey! People in there, could you hurry up?

Thinking there might be a long line outside, I got up at once and threw my clothes on. She paid me no mind and lay in the tub, turning on the tap, looking as if she meant to take a beauty bath.

I could only ask, out of politeness:

.... I'm going out. Are you staying in here?

.... You go ahead. I want to stay a little longer. Oh, right — wasn't someone knocking just now? Let him in. And I forgot to tell you, what you did today was only above average. If you get the chance, you still need a lot more practice....

I looked at her, gave a bitter smile, straightened my clothes, and left.

I noticed that the man who went into the bathroom after me did not come out for a long time. What happened in there needed no asking. Later I could not help wondering: that night, what number had I been?