The Car Accident

Part 1 - Reckless Angel

I was traveling out of my new neighborhood when a car pulled out in front of me. I couldn't avoid hitting the car. Then everything went blank for a while.

The airbag deployed, knocking me dizzy. I climbed out of the car, staggering, and was met by a slender 5'5" blonde in tiny pink shorts and a half-tee.

She was maybe 19 years old. She was tanned and athletic, fresh faced and feminine, and she was the driver of the other vehicle. She was unharmed and very concerned for me.

She took my arm and looked me in the eyes, "Are you ok, mister? I'm so sorry, it was totally my fault. I will do anything to make up for this. Come here and sit down." She had a delightful air of submissiveness even as she was taking charge of me in my confused state.

She helped me to the curb and sat me down. She was on her knees in front of me, petting my face and looking into my eyes again. I looked into her eyes and tried to speak. She shooshed me, placing her index finger at my mouth. I wanted to lick it for some reason. I got the distinct scent of some kind of berry - like a raspberry lip balm or something. It was sort of sexy.

She smiled shyly and looked me up and down. I started to recognize how pretty she was, with her olive skin, short blonde hair, and gorgeous smile. I panned downward and found her to have a lovely arch to her back, and perfect medium sized breasts peaking out from the ripped half-t. Her nipples were hard. She had a firm flat stomach, and perfect, long, shapely legs. The pink shorts were tight spandex; they clung to her body like a second skin. The way she was sitting I could see a pleasing amount of detail through those lovely shorts.

I groaned, a little in pain and a lot in lust. I felt a pleasing twitch in my groin. I sensed a definite, persistent fullness in my jeans, a pleasant urgency, and judging by her surprised expression and sly grin, I think she had discovered it.

Meanwhile, she was stroking my hair with one hand, and her other was resting absently on my knee. Was that a gentle squeeze on my knee? Did her hand move further up between my legs? Was I dead and this was heaven? Was I dreaming? In a coma? Was she wearing anything under those lovely pink shorts? A tiny thong perhaps?

I was suddenly dizzier than ever. I started to lean to my right and put my hand out to support myself. She stood up quickly and turned around to shout something across the street. The last thing I saw was her perfect heart-shaped ass through those pink shorts. I could see clear between her legs as her thighs didn't quite meet.

"Sweet ass," I mumbled.

I leaned forward and licked and nibbled the back of her thigh just where her left ass cheek started. I felt soft nylon on my cheek.

She giggled.

I heard her shout something again to someone across the street. Then I went blank. Out cold.

Part 2 - From the Mouths of Babes...

As I gradually began to awaken, I had the distinct, pleasurable sensation of sweet kisses at a number of strategic locations on my body. What was this lovely dream? My eyes still closed, I believed this was a dream, and I didn't want it to end. So I closed my eyes even tighter.

There was a delicious suckling pair of lips on my toes, one on the backs of my knees (but how? I was on my back, I thought), another on my spread-apart inner thighs, seemingly traveling ever higher, a warm and breathy kiss on my stomach, a pair of sweet feminine mouths on my nipples, then my neck, ears, lips.

And fingernails were massaging my scalp. I realized that dead or alive, I was definitely without clothing. I felt the soft sheen of fine fabrics beneath me, and a symphony of pleasurable touch everywhere.

I was surely dead. As the lips that were on my inner thighs neared a point where the sensuous experience would become truly erotic, I wondered if heaven were the innocent place it had been touted as. And as that hot, wet, panting mouth reached my orbs and took one of them into its glorious haven and suckled it like a big juicy plum, I decided god if he did exist was a pretty cool dude.

The mouth exchanged one orb for another and maintained equity between them, switching back and forth, back and forth, then occasionally using a pair of hands to widen my spread thighs, extending a long, stiff, ambitious tongue for probing the recesses underneath the sack. Oy, what a delicious wet and curious tongue that was! If I'd known dying was this great I would have off'd myself YEARS ago!

Just as this thought passed through my mind, and as the other mouths were making the best of their individual tasks on toes, hands, nipples, ears, etc., I felt the unmistakable wetness of a new, previously unknown mouth, a particularly wonderful, busy and vigorous one I must say - one with a hotness, a tightness, a firm and damp mystery, that for a moment I wondered if it were a mouth at all - perhaps it was another part of this angel's anatomy, some other point of interest... but angels, were angels female? .... If they were it would explain the perfect glorious feeling of this mouth/pussy, this eager, pulling, loving, tugging, urgently pleasing orifice.

But a tongue it was that played at the very end of my fully erect, throbbing maleness. Just the very end, mind you. No further. A playful, teasing mouth, I even felt a little sweet kiss, as if this girl/angel were affectionately saying hello to a fine friend.

And more sweet kisses - each leaving my delicious arousal twitching with joy and anticipation. When the mouth would retreat, the breath of this angel wafted over me and another twitch came quickly. Then another kiss, and a moment of heaven when the mouth took me inside again.

Oh sweet gentle lips, I do bless you!

And then again, o wow, the unmistakable visit of a pretty, wet and talented tongue to play along me. Once or twice the tongue caught the tip just so, brought it upward against its natural position, and quickly let it go to "snap!" against my stomach.

My eyes still closed, still insisting that this was either a great dream or death itself, a sweet sensuous mouth's tongue swept over my throbbing hardness in an amazing, virtuoso dance, licking up and then down, tickling the crevice, sweeping up and then down the long hard shaft, then to return to the mushroom cap head to suckle playfully.

All the while, the playful back and forth of the other mouth at my big happy plums, with its occasional forays further down.

Heaven.

Were these disembodied mouths? Were the angels oral experts? Did this mouth on the end of my hard cock have a pair of hands as well? Just as I asked this question, I felt the fingers of a hand grasp my shaft gently and begin to tug up and down. Another hand came around the other way and together, cradling me between them, proceeded to administer a perfect hand job while the mouths continued their ambitious work.

How could anything feel this perfect?