A Loba Misteriosa

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

Last weekend I went to a birthday party and met a girl, somewhere in her twenties, glamorous and dressed to provoke. She talked without a filter. One look and you knew she was the kind you take for a single night. What I had not expected was how impatient she already was.

We had known each other half an hour and danced a few minutes of body-to-body when she dragged me straight into the bathroom. I understood exactly what she wanted.

The moment we were inside she locked the door behind her with one hand. The other was already down my trousers. Five fingers that looked delicate were in fact practiced and strong, a hungry claw that stroked and pinched hard at my cock.

I was not about to be outdone. I slid a hand up under her short skirt and found a flood already there. Her panties were soaked as if they had just been washed, and sticky wetness was trickling down the smooth inside of her thighs. Through the thin fabric I pressed lightly at the mouth of her peach blossom spring, teasing her without mercy.

She was ready to go off at a touch. In less than half a minute she spasmed and came.

I undid the little blouse on her upper body, cupped both firm breasts in my hands, and brought them to my mouth, about to taste that fresh milk, when she shoved me away. She yanked off the last of her skirt herself. A dense black forest, thick as the Amazon, gave off a raw invitation.

Naked, she stripped every piece of clothing off me, then pulled me into the bathtub and turned on the shower. Water beaded over us and did nothing to cool her. She sank slowly to her knees, lifted my treasure gently in her hand, stroked it once or twice, then put out her bright red tongue and began to lick the purple-red tip. That nimble tongue spun fast over the head... Then she started taking the whole of it into her mouth, her head moving back and forth, wet sucking sounds coming from her hollowed cheeks. One hand gripped me. The other was not idle; it rolled my balls lightly. Waves of pleasure kept rising from my lower belly and rushing toward the head that kept striking her throat... Just as I was about to lose control she suddenly stopped, pinched the upper shaft hard between thumb and forefinger, and with real skill pulled me back from the edge.

She stood, back against the wall, legs spread, and took my head in both hands, drawing it slowly toward her black forest. I crouched, parted the thick growth, and saw clear droplets mixed with her juices glittering at the pale-pink mouth of that peach-blossom cave...

I put out my tongue and began to lick lightly at the pearl above the opening. Every stroke made her twitch, a muffled gasp leaving her mouth. Little by little I went faster. Her hips started to move. I sucked the pearl between my lips while my fingers kept driving in and out of the cave. Her cries grew louder. Eyes closed, she rocked her hips harder and harder, pressing again and again against my mouth, until the heavy panting finally broke off in a shudder. After 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 cock began its flag-raising ceremony. 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 with both hands, and looked back at me with a wanton stare. Her ass was high, her legs spread, and full lips showed and hid in the black forest, giving off a bewitching sheen. Looking at those long legs and the curve of that beautiful backside, my flag rose even higher...

.... Come on!!

.... Oh!

I came back to myself, shut the mouth that was about to drool, and brought my lower body up against her spring. I bent over, one hand caressing her full breasts, the other guiding myself, and from behind I rubbed lightly along the lips at the mouth of her cave...

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

.... Heh heh....

Honey spilling from those shell-lips wet the purple-red head. I eased myself between them, let the ridge of the head sink inside, then drew back, savoring the friction of that ridge against the opening....

She had already come twice, and her hunger only seemed to climb. She kept pushing her hips back, trying to take me deeper. I went on teasing her on purpose. Without warning she reached a hand behind her, grabbed my ass, and shoved her own backside backward. With a wet sound my cock sank in to the root. She let out a stifled moan, tilted her head up a little, and raised her hips higher. The walls inside clamped my treasure and began to move back and forth....

I would not be outdone. I gripped her waist and thrust like a piston. Her moans grew louder, joined by the loud slap of hips and the wet.... slurp.... slurp.... of each stroke. A wild symphony of sex kept echoing through the bathroom...

I drove into her hard. Her lips opened and closed around me with every pass, and honey followed the motion, running slowly down both sides of her thighs... Suddenly she stopped, turned, and pulled me back into the tub. She pushed me down onto the bottom, took hold of me, set me against her lips, and sat. Lying there with almost no room to move, I could only let her do as she pleased.

Her breasts bounced in front of my eyes. Her narrow waist swayed left and right. Spring sat at the corner of her mouth. Gradually I felt her lips and walls gripping me tighter and tighter, and her cries grew louder. After a fast ride she let out a muffled roar and collapsed onto my chest. Under her assault my own charge had piled up to the edge of bursting. After she fell I stayed pressed to her lips, still twitching lightly inside her. About a minute later she opened her eyes. Inside that tight cave I was still hard as iron. She sensed I was far from finished, turned around, took hold of me, and closed her vivid red little cherry mouth around it. Her head moved quickly up and down. Already at the brink, under that small mouth's relentless sucking, the advance party had already passed the checkpoint...

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

Startled by my release, she hurried to turn back. Her cherry mouth closed again around the cock that was still erupting, and she sucked hard. I jerked, firing shot after shot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop without waste. I lay spent on the bottom of the tub while she kept licking me as I softened, tongue and cherry lips holding the whole of me. I closed my eyes and took in 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! Whoever's 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 barely acknowledged me. She lay in the tub, turned on the tap, and looked ready to take a beauty bath.

I could only ask, out of politeness:

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

.... You go on ahead. I want to stay a little longer. Oh, and wasn't someone knocking just now? Let him in. And I forgot to tell you — today's performance 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?