The kiss of heaven

Lucy felt those soft lips press up against her own, lower, far more intimate ones. She felt that tongue push through them, carrying that lukewarm load on up into her private inner recesses. It was a strange and alien experience. To have that oh-so fluid and flexible stranger worming its way through the tension of her defences. It made her suddenly keenly aware of her own tongue. Of what an unearthly malleable and muscular an appendage it was. Of how every person she had ever passed in the street had such a thing hiding behind their smile… and thus how every one had the potential to make her feel as this one now did.

The slime that was being pushed into her warmed almost immediately. She could almost feel it being welcomed and utilised by her young womanhood. It formed a lubricating substrate. A velvet welcome mat inside her for that burrowing marvel to roll around in. Lucy felt her invader’s jaw hinge, the woman burying her face between the girl’s thighs. Kissing and snogging and slobbering her way upward in such a fashion as to be both ridiculously inelegant and sublimely unapologetic. It was full of grace by the simple acknowledgement that true and honest love is never truly graceful. The angel drove her tongue into this random urchin’s cunt with a clear-cut confidence that never even questioned whether she was meant to. That tongue was there for this purpose alone, it stated with its actions, sending shudders through the sensitive walls it slid against. It pushed that cargo of who knew who’s semen deeper and deeper inside this swaying recipient, willing it on further towards the precious creature’s womb. Then it pulled itself back out to set to work rewarding her for such berthing.

Lucy gasped as the pleasures increased. Her angel lashed out upon a waiting clitoris, needing no encouragement or guidance to find that aching bud. Never had the girl experienced such direct and dedicated attentions. Such giving of raw sensuality, without any demands for returning interest. Every lap and lick was like lightning. Near and full of friction or lightly flickering upon the edge of faraway thunder. She couldn’t believe that any mere mouth could give out so wide a vocabulary of tactile wonder. Lips sucked and popped upon her cherry and teeth tenderly teased her every fold. Never had any lover granted her such an endless exploration of her own excitements and never did it seem to come closer to losing vigor or inspiration. Each erotic wave of set-upon senses simply splashed into the next, in an ever-flowing torrent of building pleasure. Until finally, her own frail body gave out, unable to handle any more of this impossibility. The girl heard a great, moaning cry leap up from within her own chest. Vaguely aware that she might well have been giving out similar calls for nigh-on the whole time. On a heaving sidewalk in the rain-soaked city she mewled like a newborn beast under the **** of her own orgasm. None of the strangers around her mattered. None of the trials and tribulations of her ever-draining life. All that mattered was this woman and her magic, magic mouth.

The angel pulled her head back from a job well done. Giving that throbbing clitoris just one last kiss, before smiling up at her handiwork. Lucy could barely move. Her bones felt jarred and frozen. She looked down into that beautiful face… and could do nothing but return a sheepish grin.