She thumb-fucked me, and the sensation was simultaneously soothing and incredibly erotic.
I threw back my head, sucking in breath even as I exhaled it in a deep, soulful moan, and then I was upon her, splitting Angela's cunt wide with my fingers, driving my hungry mouth into the gap I had made.
I licked her swollen gash, I drank honey-cum from it, I thrust my tongue into her twitching hole, teasing, digging, penetrating deeply between the walls of her tight, loving cunt.
Angela's clit was large and obvious, and I had only to jiggle around its base with the tip of my tongue to get a moaning, whimpering response from my friend. Her bud stood up, gleaming with cunt juices. Occasionally I cleansed it with the flat of my tongue, but that was a dangerous pastime, for Angela was quite clit-sensitive and even a flickering touch sent her into spasms and convulsions, her thighs coming up to grip at my head, her thumb going crazy inside my own pussy.
Angela was a small whisper of a woman – barely five feet tall, weighing not more than a hundred pounds or so – but it was all I could do to control her as she began to thrash about and shudder with an oncoming orgasm.
The bed rolled beneath us, and I felt a little twinge of seasickness flutter through my head. It was a lovely, swimming sensation, and I relished it as much as my tongue relished the ever-more delicious seeping of wetness from Angela's cunt. And her thumb was diddling my twat like crazy, jabbing, thrusting, fucking me silly, so that I had little choice except to tighten the grip of my legs on her hand and prevent her from ever taking out that sweet fucking thumb.
Up and down her pink slit I raced with my tongue, absorbing the cunt-cream that flowed from her hole more and more heavily. My tongue squished through the stuff, into her hole, across it, a jiggle and a bump at the base of her clitty, then back down her swollen slit and into her hole again!
"MarilynMarilynMarilynMarilyn!" she cried, running her words all together, but the word was the same and I liked the way she spoke it, then as always.
The undulations of her thighs alternately enfolded and deserted me, as Angela raised and lowered her legs around my head, but I kept on munching at her gash, my tongue flying as I raced to bring her off. There was nothing wrong with the way she was thumbing my cunt, but I wanted more – I wanted my pussy planted atop her face and her own frisky little tongue romping in the playground the way I frolicked in hers. I tried to hold her down, but it was like wrestling an angry wolf. Angela wanted to buck and I could only hang on while she did.
My eyes flitted around the room as I dipped again and again into her juicing honey-pot. Like the rest of her digs, the bedroom was sparsely furnished. I suppose she'd gotten into the habit of living with only the barest essentials, what with her background. Of course, if the University saw fit to hire me for the teaching post I'd come to see about, I'd be moving in with Angela, of course and I'd see what I could do about brightening up the place.
For the moment, I was more concerned with her interior than her decoration. My tongue speared into her wet, sucking hole and I felt her cunt muscles contract like the jaws of a vise. It was all I could do to stab farther, through the rippling web of tissue, and it was nearly more than I could handle to get my tongue out of her cunt-hole at all.
Angela screamed, her legs stiffening, and I clasped her thighs to soothe away any uneasiness she might have had. Her skin vibrated beneath my touch, nearly as much as her clit base vibrated when my tongue snapped at it eagerly.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried as my finger stabbed into her tight cunt-hole in perfect harmony with my tongue-passes around the rim or her clit.
I thrust into her wet, churning depths and I pressed firmly against her, my hand grinding on her twat-mound. Her cunt erupted like a volcano around me and my fist was covered with Angela's stickiest, wettest juices. I'd screwed around with a couple of women since my last time with Angela, but they'd only been substitutes. This was the real thing and I wondered how I could have lasted a year without her.
"Come, Angela! Come!" I changed as I fucked her with my middle finger and blew whooshes of warm breath across her glistening trigger.
She writhed, she moaned, ahhhs and oooooohhhs bursting from her fluttering lips, and there was an oily sheen of cum across the pink mouth of Angela's pussy. I scooped up some of her juice with my tongue, relished it, and then, before she'd quite come out of her own orgasmic tremors, I mounted her face, thrusting my cunt down on her whimpering mouth.
"Now me! Now suck my cunt!" I implored her, my ass twitching to a rock 'n' roll beat, my labes twittering atop her fluttery lips.
She was still puffing and sighing with her own climax, and the effect was pure magic. Her mouth tickled my cunt, and I giggled, settling down a little more intently. My puffy split did precisely that as it flattened down on Angela's face, and she stabbed up into my gash with excited wiggles and jiggles that opened my eyes as well as my snatch.
"Yes, lick me! Get your tongue into my hole, Sister!" I cried, rocking my cunt across her willing face.
She was wet-mouthed with desire, and my twat was dripping hot, sweet juices – at least, she always told me they were hot and sweet – into her mouth as she licked. Angela opened wider, her teeth grinding into the flesh of my cunt, and she sucked like a fucking vacuum, as if she meant to pull my twat inside out.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I cried deliriously, and I shoved harder with my puss.
It was no frisky little pussy now, either. I had a fierce, hungry tiger-cat between my legs, and it wanted to eat Angela's entire head out of gratitude for the splendid sucking she was dishing in my direction. And then she started to hum.
Just a soft, muted, but incredibly prolonged "mmmmmmmmm!" into the flesh of my hot box, making it hotter, hotter, hotter!
My clit was hammering like a drum, and she knew that I loved to have it nibbled and sucked.
Mine wasn't quite so delicate a bud as hers, but it was definitely on a hair-trigger today. She pulled it in her lips.
I felt my clit swell like a busted thumb and then I was coming, too, showering Angela's face with the abundant juices of my orgasm. Her tongue squished and sloshed through the sexy wetness; penetrated my spasming hole like a beautiful, sensual snake, weaving through the contractions of my cunt. It withdrew somehow, in time to tickle the very tip of my clitty with such a skillful technique that I was coming all over again, and this time I couldn't seem to stop.
"Love me, love me, love me!" I whined, and I buried her trapped face beneath my sopping pussy and, though I could hear Angela call out in soft, understated protest, I couldn't bear to raise my cunt, to let her breathe. I wanted her to drink my essence, to love me, to remember how good it had been for us before, how good it was going to be again, very soon.
"Oh, too much," I said finally, lying beside her. My arm was around her body, fingers making a cup over one small, warm tit. She cuddled closer, lying like a child against me, and her hands strayed up and down my body – not with invitations to an immediate return bout, of course – merely to remind me that she was here, close, that she loved me and cherished me, as I did her.
"Does it mean that much to you, Marilyn?" she asked, and I wondered what she meant. Of course it did! How much proof did she need?
"Don't talk. Just be close, be warm, be here," I told her, my finger sealing her ups with a gentle press. In another second, my mouth had underscored the fingers' touch and we were kissing and hugging. If I hadn't been so tired from the day's long drive, I'd have thrown her and blown her just one more sweet, sweet time but the sun had gone down while we were making passionate reunion love and I was so knocked out.
CHAPTER TWO
My name is Marilyn Bergman and I am twenty-nine years old, which seems a little mature to be head over tumbling heels in love, particularly with another woman; but if you've never tried it, don't knock it.