Nellie brought her lips close and soon their tongues were swimming around in each other's hot wet mouth.
Saliva was dripping from Melissa's lips as the young girl sucked frantically on the probing tongue. All this while, both had their fingers working inside the other, smearing the other's belly with the collecting juices.
"Nellie…?"
"Yes, M'mam?"
"Have you ever sucked another cunt?"
Nellie shook her head. She couldn't believe words like these were coming from the sweet mouth of this aristocratic woman, this beautifully groomed wealthy American woman who had everything on earth that she needed and wanted.
Nellie couldn't believe it.
When Nellie didn't answer immediately, Melissa repeated the question. She hugged Nellie.
"Have you ever, Nellie, sucked another cunt?"
"No, M'mam," Nellie managed to say, "but I've tasted my own."
Melissa bolted up. A broad grin covered her very attractive face.
"You have?" Another grin.
"Yes."
"Nellie, tell me, my darling, what was it that was bothering you… I mean, when I came to get my little lavender panties?"
As this question was asked, the fingers in each other's hot body were still working but not as forcefully, more slowly, more intensely, in and out, the juicy noises music to both their ears.
Their faces were close. Melissa kissed the young girl on her lips. She tongued her lips. With her free hand she caressed Nellie's sweaty breasts, squeezed her nipples.
"Tell me, Nellie."
This almost brought tears again to Nellie's eyes at the mention of the lavender panties. Did she dare tell Mrs. Staunton how she felt about her, how she was feeling all the time, how hot she was for her, how much in love she was?
Did she risk anything? Was the fact that both were kissing and fingering and fondling and caressing each other's stark naked bodies, alone together, being lewd and vulgar together… did all of this add something? Did it give license for Nellie to tell Mrs. Melissa Staunton that she'd fallen in love…?
"Tell me or I'll leave."
Nellie's eyes flooded with tears. She was suddenly wordless.
Melissa slid off the bed, then she sat down on it. She patted Nellie's shoulder. The girl was sobbing.
"Are you going to tell me, Nellie?"
Nellie sobbed. She slid off the bed and fell to her knees directly in front of Mrs. Staunton.
"I can show you," she said with her eyes closed tightly but I can't bring myself to say it yet."
"Show me then."
Nellie spread Melissa's thighs wide open and quickly buried her face into Melissa's hot wet cunt. In seconds her tongue was flashing inside the meaty cunt lips and this was the moment Melissa Staunton discovered that the child was in love with her…
Chapter 13
Life at the chateau Le No Trespassing near the Mediterranean Sea in Cannes, France was little different than in the other lavish villas and chateaus on the Cote d'Azur.
They were splendid parties, afternoon gatherings on the sprawling lawns, riding the horses in the forests to the rear off the coast and many private dinner parties attended by the well-to-do, international celebrities that included film, stage and TV personalities.
There were also many lovely long afternoons with nothing to do, evening when the stillness in the exclusive neighborhoods was little different than that found in American small towns and suburbs of great cities, or in the cities themselves on long weekends or on cold winter nights with most of the populace indoors.
What Steve loved most about Cannes, the chateau and the environs he was becoming more and more familiar with as one day passed into another was the natural politeness and manners of the native French people who lived in the small villages, hamlets and tiny towns in the vicinity of Cannes.
With Mrs. Staunton, Maurice driving the limo-since, Steve was riding in the rear, the window down, as Melissa was explaining some of the local sights.
As they drove past an auberge, a country Inn, Melissa said, her voice a low confidential whisper, "that's where I used to go incognito when I first came here, Steve."
She had her arm around his shoulder. The boy's fly was open and Melissa's other hand was quietly jerking off his erect penis as the car drove along.
Of course, up front, Maurice could not see nor hear a thing because of the extreme privacy the back seat of the limousine afforded its occupants.
"What did you do there, Melissa?"
Her dress was up to her waist. Steve had taken down her filmy lace panties but moments after they climbed into the car. In her cunt was a vibrating dildo about the size of a clothespin. Its 'engine' was working quietly and Mrs. Staunton's misty eyes reflected the intense joy she was receiving from the instrument Steve had inserted into her darling cunt at her special request.
"Well," she replied, looking at his handsome cock on which she was now sucking regularly, as often as he was using it to fuck the older woman in both her delicious cunt and her unusually tight anus, "I couldn't move into the villa right away, you see… "
"… you've already told me that part."
"So excuse me," she said, grinning to herself. Now that they were as familiar as they were, Steve was quickly assuming a realistic masculine role in the unusual relationship.
No, longer was she all his 'older mother' but at times, this one was an example, Steve became either her paramour, her lover, her master or her gigolo. It all depended on circumstances and most of these situations really amused Melissa.
"Well," she went on, "I hadn't yet hired Maurice, of course, but I had hired Madame Andre and George. Those two seem to come together."
"And, of course," she went on dryly, still playing with his cock, squeezing it, loving to rub the rosy head of Steve's weapon wit her thumb and irritate it from time to time with her fingernail, "our lovely Nellie hadn't yet come into the picture… "
"Go on… go on," he said impatiently. He was now playing with her cunt. He had his finger in, feeling the vibrations of the dildo and liking the usual sensations.
Until now Steve had been totally unfamiliar with dildoes, vibrators and other sexual objects Mrs. Melissa Staunton kept in good supply in the chateau.
"Well, I had this small Porsche and I would drive to that auberge we just passed to take my evening meals. I would go every evening. A really good cook, excellent service.
"The management consisted of… well, it's still the same, I guess… the owners, of course, a nice middle-aged couple, their young son, a boy younger than you, and his sister. She was about your age. Very very pretty, very very sexy… as you will see.
"Her name was Odile and…
Steve interrupted, asking Melissa to spell the name.
"I've never heard of that name, Melissa," he said with some annoyance and impatience.
Melissa spelled it and went on: "She served the tables, you know, took the order and brought it back from the kitchen,"
"I used to sit in a kind of secluded corner and listen to a transistor radio that played classical music broadcast by the radio station in Monaco. It's one of the best classical radio FM stations in the world and they have a magnificent music library… "
"Go on… go on, please, Melissa. When you tell me a story, you drag it out so…,"
"I'm sorry, darling. Well," Melissa started, up again but lay back as Steve's finger accidentally struck her clitoris and he began to stimulate it.
When he heard her moaning and looked to see her eyes were closed, he realized he was giving her some pleasure so he started to rub her clitoris in earnest.
Steve just loved to have her 'suffering' at his command and as she jerked off his cock more eagerly as he pinched and squeezed her clitoris and rubbed it until it was burning hot, he thrilled to the strange erotic noises she made.