Only in America

When she was nineteen, Skins Ortega learned where she belonged.

Like every other big turn in her life, joining the Saints hadn't been something America had planned. She'd been walking the Row, celebrating the newfound sense of freedom that only being unceremoniously kicked out of college less than a month in could provide. That ill-advised little detour, courtesy of a minority scholarship and an overzealous English teacher, hadn't been something she'd planned either.

Getting involved in a drive-by and saved by an idealist also wouldn't have been her choice. Even when she made her way to the old church on the Row and got the shit beaten out of her by way of initiation, she felt somehow like she wasn't in charge of her own destiny.

Slamming Lin up against the wall of the church basement and biting down on her bottom lip until she moaned, however, had been a plan.

Lin returned the kiss enthusiastically, even if she had no idea what to do with her hands. When America made the choice for her, moving them out of the way to let her unzip and pull off her top, the Asian Saint sucked in a gasp. "I've never done anything like this before."

America just nodded brusquely, Lin moaning as the muscular Latina's fingers tweaked her now painfully-exposed nipples. "I believe you."

"I've wanted to..."

"I believe you."

"Have you been with a lot of girls?"

"Are you gonna talk, or are you gonna get eaten out?" America growled as she pulled at the waist of the slender Saint's pants.

"Are you sure we should be doing this here? What if someone oh fuck holy shit!"

Lin squealed as America's nose and tongue parted her folds, the Latina humming in satisfaction to find her already moist. "You want this bad, don't you?"

Lin blushed, and the sight made America grin. "Are you gonna talk, or am I gonna get eaten out?"

America hummed again, the vibration of her lips between Lin's legs making the girl gasp. "I haven't decided. I think it depends on how good you are at begging..."

Lin swallowed, a furtive glance toward the stairs leading up to the Saints' church proper cut short when a teasing finger tickled through the puff of black hair above her clit. "Please, eat me..."

America pressed her lips against the slick, hot skin. "Louder."

"Eat my pussy! Please..."

"Dirtier," America growled. She sank her fingernails into the other Saint's muscular thighs, and Lin mewled in frustration.

"Oh, god...stick your tongue in my fucking cunt! Lick all that fucking pussy juice up, fuck my hot, tight little cunt, please, fucking God, I need it, I'll do anything, just fucking eat me!"

America responded, as was customary, with her tongue.

Lin squealed, hips jerking up with America's nails digging into her bare ass to encourage them. The Latina's other hand rubbed Lin's breast, her lips and tongue working between the soft, salty folds. Lin moaned, and America answered with a satisfied hum as the girl's taste filled her mouth.

"Has anyone ever told you you have a delicious fucking pussy?" America rumbled, and Lin's only answer was a gasp.

America pushed closer, parting the sopping outer lips to let her tongue explore the hot, pink flesh inside. Since her first 'massage' four years past, America had fucked dozens of girls, most of whom spent the whole time saying they'd 'never done anything like this before, I'm not gay, I swear' before coming explosively on her face, and in her expert opinion Lin was succulent. Every new crevice America's lips and tongue and teeth explored was met with a breathy moan and an arousing wriggle, one of Lin's hands anchored encouragingly to the back of her head while the other covered her own mouth to stop her from screaming.

"You're so sensitive," America murmured. "I bet I could make you come a dozen times without breaking a sweat." A quick swipe of the tongue reinforced her point. "But I think you only get to come once...your begging could use some work..."

With that, America closed her lips around Lin's clit and sucked, and the Asian Saint's body tensed, hand falling from her mouth to release a scream of pure ecstasy. America slid down, eagerly gulping up the flowing juice from Lin's burning-hot cunt. When she pulled back, chin soaked with the undeniable proof of Lin's orgasm, she looked up to find the girl's eyes squeezed shut, firm breasts heaving and glistening with sweat. When Lin's eyes fluttered open, America smirked.

"Dyke."

Lin grinned a feral grin, her fingers once again wrapping through America's boyish black hair. "Oh, you're gonna pay for that..."

As Lin jerked her up for a kiss, America smiled. Something told her she was going to like the Saints.