Black Widows - Episode 01

I have always been a wandering soul. Ever since I was a child, I would revel in discovering new places. When I was 2 years old, it was going beyond the playground in the park. At 21, it was walking through the countryside of Southern Japan. I had always wanted to go to Japan since watching the anime Hunter X Hunter. There was something about watching Gon leave his home to become a hunter that I related to. The Nippon obsession was officially born.

I had been out in Fukuoka all day. I had my DSLR ready to capture its beauty. While exploring, I found an old path in the countryside. My curiosity got the best of me. I walked down the path and found open land away from all the hustle and bustle of the tourist spots. I felt like I was the only one in this part of the world. The clear skies. The heat was made perfect by the gentle breeze. I lay down in the long grass and succumbed to sleep.

When I woke up, the sunny skies had been replaced with a dark blanket of stars. I must have been asleep for a few hours. I hurried to my feet and tried to find my way back. I don't know if it was the darkness, but it felt like all the paths I remembered using had become overgrown bushes and trees. I tried my phone but it was difficult enough finding a signal in Fukuoka, let alone in an open field in the countryside. I just found a path and followed it.

After walking for what felt like hours, I came upon an abandoned house. The trees around the house were leaning upon the roof. Moss covered all the timber that the house was built of. If there was a chance there was someone in the house, I'd ask for shelter. If it was empty, I'd help myself in. I knocked on the door. No answer. It was a sliding door but as soon as I reached for the handle, it simply fell inside.

"Ohiya gozaimas!" I used the little Japanese I had learnt for the trip. There was no reply. I treaded on the floorboards carefully, checking each room. All the doors, like the front door, were either broken or in disrepair. But there was one room with a glowing light inside. I reached for the handle, expecting the door to fall. I gripped the handle and pulled. The door slid easily. In the middle of the room, there was a woman sitting on the floor. Her back to me.

"Sumimasen." I said.

She turned around and looked at me. She had piercing grey eyes. She was wearing an elegant black kimono. But there were things about her that felt off. For starters, her skin was pale. As though she had been left in the cold. She got to her feet and stood in front of me.

"Watashi wa..." I tried my broken Japanese, but she didn't respond at all. She just continued to stare at me. Silent. Her gaze and the eerie silence felt heavy in the atmosphere. Even though I had nowhere else to spend the night, I knew this was not the place where I wanted to be.

"I'm sorry. I'll leave now," I said. I turned around and as I was about to leave, the woman grabbed my hand. As though she didn't want me to leave. "You don't understand. I don't want to..." but before I could finish, she pulled on the strap of her kimono, releasing the knot. The kimono hung for a moment, revealing her naked body from the slit of the kimono. My eyes were wide and I couldn't believe was I was seeing. She let go of my hand. The woman began to walk away from me. She was stood in the middle of the moonlit room with her back facing me. She brought her arms to her side and the kimono slid off her body. There she was stood, completely naked. She turned her head to the side. The moonlight was kissing her pale skin, making it almost glow.

She turned around. Her breasts were large and supple. The nipples were pink and thick. Wisps of dark pubic hair. Her footsteps approached me. I was still in shock. The woman grabbed my arms and pulled me down to the ground. We were knelt on the tatami floor. Face-to-face. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. I flinched back as soon as I touched her skin. It was cold as ice. But she tugged on my hand and placed it back on her breast. I squeezed the supple breast. It was so soft. The coldness of her skin began to be overtook by my desire. A small smile began on her red lips.

She caught me unaware and pushed me down to the ground. I was lying on my back. I looked down and she had begun to crawl on my lap. She placed her hand on the bulge that was growing in my shorts. Without hesitation, she pulled down my shorts and boxers in one go. My erect penis sprung up and was in her face. She paused. She simply stared at my penis in wonder. It was as though she'd never seen one like it. Her cold fingers touched it. But at this point, I didn't care her fingers were so cold. She held it carefully with one hand. She sniffed it. She shut her eyes and sniffed again. As though the smell gave her great satisfaction. She brought her tongue to the base of my shaft. She slowly ran it along the underside of my penis, sending shivers down my spine. Watching my body writhing like this, she repeated it over and over. My head was rocked back. My eyes shut tightly as I immersed myself in this pleasure. But in an instant, my eyes snapped open.

I looked down and the mysterious woman had her mouth over the thick head of my penis. Unlike her body, her mouth was warm. It was wet. It was tight. With her lips sealed over the head, her tongue swirled around the head, repeating the movement but from different directions. It was such sweet torture. I reached down to her head, to push her mouth further down my pulsing shaft, but like lightning, her hand stopped me. She pinned my hand to the floor. I tried raising the other but she already had them pinned. Her grey eyes pointed in my direction, my penis filling her mouth. She slowly began to lower her head down my penis.

Centimetre by centimetre she continued moving her head down. I felt the tip of my penis going down her throat. But she didn't stop until she an engulfed my penis completely. Her nose was touching the base of my shaft. She had released my hands. Her head began moving up and down. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing the pace. Each rise and fall of her head getting longer. She planted her hands on my chest and began pinching my nipples. It was as though she knew what turned me on.

I was on the edge of explosion. Each sense getting stronger and harder to suppress. She knew it was going to happen. That was when she pushed her head all the way down again and began shaking her head side-to-side. I shut my eyes. Oh no. My moan echoed through the empty house as I felt my load releasing down her throat. It pulsated once, twice, three times and continued going. I felt a rush of adrenaline tingle through my body. I opened my eyes and saw the woman with my penis still in her mouth. She slowly raised her head until my erect penis fell out of her mouth and flopped on my stomach. her mouth was open and a long, thick stream of semen poured out of her mouth.

She scooped it up in her hand, looking at it with wonder as though. Watching the cum making long strings as she moved her arms up and down. She then rubbed it all over chest. Her eyes closed as though she enjoyed the warmth and stickiness of it. It was as though she had forgotten I was there.

What had I done? I just came inside this woman's throat. A stranger. Clarity was rushing through my thoughts. I slowly grabbed my shorts and tried to leave the room without disturbing the woman. I got to my feet and was almost out of the room when the sliding door slid shut by itself. I turned around and the woman was laying on the floor with her legs spread open. Her inner thighs and vagina were wet and glistening in the moonlight. She reached her hand in my direction, calling me over to her. My shorts crumpled to the ground. I took off my t-shirt and approached the beautiful view.

I knelt down between her legs. My fingertips touched her wetness, rubbing it against her soft skin. I ran my finger along her perineum, across her wet vagina until the tip reached her clitoris. It was already out of its hood. I pressed down gently and began to move it in a subtle circular motion. She took a sharp intake of breath as my finger began moving faster. Her hips began moving with my finger. I brought my finger to my lips and tasted her for the first time. She was sweet.

Like a tiger who had tasted blood, I lay down on my front, pulled her pussy closer to my face, and without hesitation sealed my lips over her clitoris. As I sucked, my tongue was stroking her wet, thick pussy lips. Her back began to move side-to-side. Her taste was even sweeter. I licked, sucked and gently nibbled on her clitoris. Each action amplified her movements. I felt her hips beginning to shiver. She was close. I could feel it. Just like the torture she had inflicted on me, I was doing the same. It was my time to make her explode. My tongue slid inside her. Penetrating that wet pussy. My tongue curled inside her, the tip of my tongue stroking her G-spot. It only took a few strokes of my tongue before her hips rose in the air and she began to squirt all over me. It wasn't just a spurt but a stream of cum that gushed all over me. I was soaked.

She was lying on the floor, catching her breath. Her hair no longer perfectly straight. Her hips were twitching, still feeling the echoes of her orgasm. I got on my knees, spread her legs open with my hand. I rested my penis on her pussy. I needed more. She knew this too. She looked in my direction with a smile. But it wasn't a smile I had ever seen. Her lips were curled in a smile but her eyes were filled with some sort of obsession. I felt uneasy. But that unease was pushed further as her eyes went from grey to a blanket of white. I fell back in horror. She began crawling towards me like a predator locked on its prey. I tried to crawl away but she was already on top of me. She had pinned me down.

She brought her face close to mine. Her long tongue licked my face. She grabbed my penis and slide it inside her. Only the tip of my penis had penetrated her when she let out a breathy, otherworldly moan. She lowered her hips all the way down and the moans became louder and more animalistic. The moans came to an end. Her blank eyes looked down on me and she smiled once again. She raised her hips all the way and slammed them down again. She repeated this over and over, getting faster and faster. I was feeling extremes of two emotions at the same time. While my horror was the highest it had ever been, so was my arousal. My mind experiencing one and my body experiencing the other. Her breasts jiggled up and down as she continued to ride me aggressively. She brought her face to mine and began kissing me. I shut my eyes. Her tongue didn't just play with mine; it was going down my throat. I had never felt this in my life. She slammed her pussy against my hips harder and harder. With my eyes closed, the horror began to subside and pleasure was filling every sense.

My penis felt tight inside her. I could feel her squeezing on to me tighter and tighter. I was so close to. With my eyes shut, I just let her take me. Consume me. Her hips crashed down on mine over and over until I couldn't hold it any longer. I couldn't help but scream as I came inside her. I felt my body shake like it hadn't before. It was as though my soul was leaving my body. I opened my eyes and saw the woman's stomach swell as I continued shooting my load inside her. It didn't stop. It continued longer and longer. I felt weak. Like my head was floating but my body wasn't.

She lifted herself from my body and she crumpled to the ground. I watched as my semen oozed out of her pussy. She was still smiling, but this time she was rubbing her swollen stomach. She looked in my direction. Her eyes returned to the original grey they were. But her hair began to flow in the air. As though there was an invisible wind moving it. She began to laugh, louder and louder. I felt danger lurking in the laughter. I got to my feet. I left my clothes behind and ran out of the room. As I reached the broken front door, I heard the padding of footsteps. I stopped. I turned and saw the woman running towards me. She was getting closer by the second. She was shrieking as she jumped in the air. Her nails were long and sharper than before. I took my opportunity and leapt out of the front door.

That's the last thing I remember. I woke up the next morning in the same field I had fallen asleep in. I sat up and saw the clear fields. The warm sun on my skin. Maybe it was a dream? It wasn't. Had it been a dream, I wouldn't have woken up with claw marks on my chest. I left Fukuoka and returned home. It's been almost 5 years but I still carry the scars on my chest. And at the same time, I carry the pleasure I felt that night in my mind. I've never felt anything like it since. Maybe I will again one day. Maybe I will fly to Fukuoka some day. I'll meet that mysterious woman. And I'll feel that level of raw sexual satisfaction again.