Worth a Thousand Words

“No,” I managed to force out. “I’m bisexual, too.” It was true, though I hadn’t practiced in awhile.

“You seem so tense, though,” she said, rocking me back and forth in her arms.

“It’s...just you,” I said honestly, closing my eyes and praying I didn’t say the wrong thing. “You’re...incredibly sexy. I’m just trying to digest the fact that...this is really happening.”

“It is,” Angelina said, her voice low and sultry. “It’s happening, and I want you to relax, sweetheart. I want you to mellow out and enjoy this the right way. ‘Kay?”

I nodded, barely able to speak as I felt her hands glide across my body, up my torso until they finally reached my breasts. She fingered my nipples tenderly, her fingertips exerting only a feather light touch, so that they grew as hard as pencil erasers in about five seconds. She pulled my hair from my neck with one hand, and began lightly kissing my neck with those full, wonderful lips of hers. The warmth from her mouth, her body, and her touch was sending me into a coma of euphoria. My breathing grew heavy, labored, as her hands and lips made love to me completely. She touched me everywhere, traced my body manually as if committing the shape to memory, and my only thought was that she was going lower, lower, and lower still. I sucked in a breath as I felt her fingers skating over my mound, threading through my trimmed nest of hair.

Without hesitation, she opened my outer lips with just one finger, sliding it deep into the very center of my heat. I knew that she could feel profuse warmth and wetness, as my pussy was throbbing and twitching with desire, and my knees nearly buckled when the tip of her manicured nail brushed my clit. I let out a moan, and grasped the arm that was still around my waist.

“Oh, we like that, don’t we?” Angelina breathed seductively into my ear. “I’ve gotten you all soaking wet, now, haven’t I? Yes, yes...”

I shut my eyes tight, my clit feeling tight enough to burst as she ran her fingers in languorous circles around that hard little nub. I moaned even louder, with each contact from her finger.

“That’s it, sweetie. You want me so bad, now, don’t you? You want me to spread open your legs and run my tongue through your pussy? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? Huh?” She persisted, rubbing my clit harder, my lust intensifying as she questioned me, pulled out every desire I felt in that moment.

I nodded, moaning fervently and squirming at her touch.

“What was that?” She pressed, rubbing faster.

“Yes,” I breathed raggedly, wishing she would just do it before I would explode.

“Yes, what, dearie?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me. Please,” I said loudly in a hoarse cry.

She turned to face me, pressing her body against mine, her pelvis against my pelvis, and I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. She leaned in, sliding her hand to the back of my neck, and pulled me in, kissing me. Her tongue wasted no time getting acquainted with mine, and I feasted on those sensual, plump lips, enjoying the sweet taste of her luscious kiss. She inched me backwards until I could feel the edge of the bed on the backs of my knees. I instinctively sat, watching her move over me slowly. She grabbed my shoulders and gently pushed me onto my back, so that I was laying before her. I scooted up some on the bed so that my legs weren’t hanging off. I flexed my knees a bit, and spread my legs ever so slightly. She pushed them the rest of the way apart.

I almost wanted to scream when I felt her wet mouth on my body, starting at my thighs. Her tongue was so gentle, yet so firm, that I knew exactly what I was in for. She inched her way higher, and my pussy was literally crying to be licked, sucked, caressed by this beautiful woman. She was almost there, and I lifted my hips just a hair in anticipation. Suddenly, I felt her spread me open, her fingers opening my lips, and dip her tongue into my warm recesses.

The shock of the sensation felt like a rush of hot desert wind. I gasped right when her flesh collided with mine. Her tongue bathed my pussy, already soaking wet, so that it felt near melting point. I knew she was tasting the salty/spicy blend of my juices, and I could tell that she was enjoying them as she zealously strived to drink even more.

I couldn’t keep my pelvis from squirming in an erotic dance, much like the one she had done for me in the nude. Every part of my sex, that wet, pink flower, was acheingly sensitive. I laced my fingers through her soft hair and kneaded her scalp, taking care not to press her face too hard into my pussy. I moaned loudly, so loudly that I was sure any of the other tenants in that creaky old barn could probably hear me.

“Yes,” I could barely croak above the choked sobs of my desire. “Oh, God...oh, I’m cominggg...”

And soon, my pussy released a torrent of energy and fluids, contracting deliciously in such a powerful sensation that I felt I couldn’t stand for a few hours afterward.

Angelina hurriedly finished lapping up the rest of my expenditure, and crawled her way up to me, her lips still wet with my come. She kissed me deeply, letting me taste the spice from myself, and inhale the aroma.

I felt her pelvis grinding against mine, and the wetness from her pussy was so abundant that I could feel her own run down into my already soaking folds. She grinded herself against me, putting even more pressure on my already sensitive clit. I wrapped my arms around her back, breaking our kiss, and whispered, “I want you now. Let me have a taste of you.”

Angelina gave a sly smile and nodded. She crawled further up on all fours, and planted her pussy at my face so that I could sample her sweetness from below. She was shaved smooth, with not a stray hair or blemish anywhere on that perfect, copper skin. Her outer lips were perfectly symmetrical and had a silky texture, as I found when I first ran my tongue across them. I heard her moan slightly and shift above me. I licked at her skin, not penetrating yet, and I could tell she was getting impatient and anxious. As was I, because I couldn’t wait to taste this vixen’s nectar.

I reached up, using my fingers to spread her open just slightly, and inched my tongue into her pussy. I immediately aimed for that ultra sensitive nub at the top, her clit which was already swollen and hard. I rolled it around with a flattened tongue, and she screamed and squealed in pleasure. I drank her juices, which had a slightly more tangy flavor than mine, and I relished every bit. I pushed my face deeper into her cunt, using my hand now not for spreading her open, but for fucking her. I eased two stiff fingers into her pussy, and I immediately felt that tunnel of wet flesh contract around them as if they were a cock.

Her shouts became louder, more insistent, as I fucked her with my hand and my tongue. Alternately, I would remove my fingers and penetrate her with a flexed tongue. In all, I made a feast of her tight, sweet cunt, and throughout the duration of the time, she begged for more. She was insatiable, and I couldn’t help but give her everything she screamed for.

I licked, bit, kissed, and basically orally worshiped every inch of her womanhood. Her clit was hard and red like a ripened cherry, her lips were silky smooth and delectable–sex with her was like an experience in fine dining. By the time I had made her come a second time, she finally collapsed. I held onto her sweat-drenched body, loving that smooth, satiny, oily feeling. Our breathing was almost perfectly in synch, and we lay there stroking each other's hair. Her beautiful saffron blonde strands were like angel's gossamer, and I soon buried my face in it, inhaling its delicious fragrance, and fell asleep.

I awoke a few hours later to find Angelina nudging me ever so slightly, murmuring about it being "hot" and "sticky", and I vaguely heard "need a bath". She pulled me to my feet and I, although somewhat grudgingly in my drowsy state, followed. She started the shower, testing the water that poured from the faucet to make sure it was the right temperature before pulling the lever up, sending the water rushing from the shower head.

I expected a nice, comfortingly warm shower when she led me behind the curtain after her. Instead, I was met with a sting of almost ice cold water, and I screamed. Angelina laughed and put a hand up to my mouth, motioning toward the fake marble shower wall to say that we shouldn't be too loud.

"It's so hot," Angelina said, wrapping her arms around my naked waist. "I figured this would be a nice way to cool off."

With that, she kissed me again, and almost immediately I became oblivious to the frigid temperature of the water. My nipples, of course, were incredibly hard both from the water and from Angelina's insistent kiss. I felt my pussy contract and draw up tightly, the walls heating as if on fire, and moisture forming inside.

Angelina walked toward me, and instinctively I moved backwards until I felt my back touch the smooth surface of the shower's wall. Angelina pressed her lithe body into mine, easing a slim leg in between my own meaty thighs. I felt her hands sliding down my breasts, pinching and twistin the nipples until I winced in the most concentrated of pleasures. I let out a soft, helpless moan, like that of a scared kitten. Angelina bent down, licked my neck, traced the pointed tip of her skilled tongue down my collarbone, in between my cleavage, and finally to my stone hard nipples. She sucked at them expertly, and I held her face in both hands and I leaned back and closed my eyes. While she tongued my nipples, I could feel her fingers easing up and down the slit of my pussy. She was teasing my hole, circling its entrance with her fingertip. I expected her to invade my pussy then, and fuck me like she had before.

Instead, she knelt down further, taking that lovely mouth away from my chest and settling it between my thighs. She began to lap at my pussy, drinking equal amounts of the shower water and my heavily flowing juices. She slid that finger away from my vagina and nestled it just outside the opening of my ass. I felt her rubbing it firmly, as if working up the will to penetrate it. I was moaning uncontrollably, finding it hard to keep my body still as she ravaged it with only her mouth and a hand. That lone finger that massaged my anus was growing firmer, and I could feel it just starting to slide into my ass. The water that streamed into every nook and crevice on my body served as a decent lubricant, and I relaxed my body so that it wouldn't hurt when she penetrated further.

She still ate my pussy with as much zeal as she had before, this time using her other hand to stroke me, spread me open, fuck me. Her finger was still inching its way up my asshole, and I adjusted to it quickly and begged her to push it deeper.

"Is that good, baby?" Angelina said, her voiced muffled into my pussy. I groaned from the shock of the vibrations that shot through my pussy as she spoke. In reply, I let out a plaintive, "Uh huh."

"You like my finger in your ass, sugar? Hmmmm? Does that feel good?" Angelina demanded, raising her face from my cunt, but still caressing my clit with her other hand. I felt her finger advance harder, deeper into my ass.

"Yesssss," I said, my eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Want it to feel even better?" She whispered. I nodded, and she rose to her feet, taking her finger from my ass. She leaned into my ear and breathed, "Stay here." She nudged me forward so that my face was directly under the shower head, pressed against the wall. In my aroused state of weakness, it helped me steady myself and not fall to my knees. My ass was in plain display, and I felt a cool rush of air as she stepped from behind the curtain and out into the bathroom. In about three minutes, she had returned. I nearly turned around when she stopped me.

"Don't," she said sharply. "Just close your eyes. And stay just like you are."

I obeyed, waiting to feel something, like her tongue on my pussy again, or maybe a vibrator of some sort.

I felt a warm, slightly soft something at the entrance of my asshole, which began to strain against the thight muscle. Angelina grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled back. I felt the yielding, almost slightly squishy substance breach my hole and begin to slide in. That's when I realized that Angelina had a few choice toys she didn't leave home without, and that a strap on was one of them. I kept my face pressed into the wall of the shower, my palms flat against the surface, ass stuck out and aching for the fucking it was about to recieve.

Slowly, Angelina's "cock" was easing into my ass, pushing past the tight resistence of the sphincter, and sliding into the deep, sensitive recesses. I moaned at the wonderful, though slightly painful, sensation it offered. Angelina held onto my hips and began to ease it back, starting to stroke it inside me. Her thrusts were shallow, penetrating only about halfway, and I wanted them deeper, as deep as they could go. As she pulled me onto the cock, I pushed my body into hers, so that it was buried in my ass so far that Angelina's thighs were touching the mounds of my asscheeks. I cried out loudly, a shock wave of pleasure erupting from my depths and outward to my extremities.

"Fuck me," I moaned in a weakened stupor induced by the glorious feeling of that cock in my ass. "Fuck my ass."

In response, I felt her draw out and begin to really penetrated me, her thrusts becoming DIVES, in an attempt to shove her lovely fake prick into my bowels. I screamed and clawed at the wall with one hand, while the other was busy fingering my pussy.

"Shove that cock inside me!" I ordered in almost a half-cry. "Fuck me hard! Yessssss...."

I was hurtling towards a mind-blowing orgasm when she stopped. She pulled the cock out of my ass, and I felt that burn of separation as it passed out of that incredibly sweet tunnel. She shut off the water, and we kissed wildly on our way back to the bed, halfheartedly drying ourselves. I took her thin shoulders and pushed her onto the bed so that she went sprawling onto her back. The cock was, of course, still hard and pointing to the ceiling. Without so much as a word, I straddled her, grabbing the cock and guiding it toward my ass. I lowered myself onto it, and began to ride, letting the motions of my body work the dildo in and out of my ass. Angelina reach up as she reclined and fondled my tits. I furiously fingered my dripping wet cunt, and the sensation of both that and that big, fleshy tool inside my ass were close to making me come. I could barely hold back anymore, and I screamed my climax out for the entire world to hear, coming full force as Angelina stared enticingly up at me.

I couldn't possibly keep my body erect after such a work out. I collapsed on top of Angelina and let her cock slide out of my ass. We eventually rolled over, facing each other, and fell back asleep, still soaking wet from the shower and breathless from the excursion.

When I woke up the next morning, all of her things were gone. Angelina must have risen early that morning or during the night and split. I felt a pang of disappointment in my gut. The night with her had been almost a religious experience. I only wish I had gotten to say goodbye.

Seeing as how all I had was myself and my clothes, I dressed and remembered to grab the photo that Angelina had given to me of herself. I walked outside to find a cab waiting. At least she was kind enough to see that I got back on the road.

I rode in silence the few miles back out to the tiny bar. I held the picture in my hand and studied it, memorizing every line in her face, every point in her smile. I hopped out of the cab, pleased to find that the driver had already been paid, compliments of Angelina.

I hopped back into my car, glad nothing had been stolen or hawked. I glanced at the back of Angelina’s picture. Still, written in her handwriting, were the words, “You will remember tonight.”

So I would. That picture to me was like a copy of a movie; seeing it would always bring back a flood of memories. It is true what they say: A picture IS worth a thousand words.

I wedged the picture into a crevice in the dashboard so that Angelina’s smiling face radiated from the faded vinyl. With one last look around, I pulled out and headed back down the road once again.

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