Although he tried unsuccessfully to push her away, she kept at it, squeezing his balls with her gloved fingers.
When she felt his prick throbbing in her mouth, she began chewing on the end of it and then it happened. She felt it lurch in her mouth. She sucked more eagerly and in seconds, she felt his balls shriveling and then his prick exploding, splattering her mouth with his scum.
She sucked every drop out of his cock, milking it dry, taking his prick out and holding it with her gloved fingers, milking it again, squeezing it until not a drop of scum remained.
With the thick rich taste of his semen in her mouth, on her tongue, behind her teeth, Melissa Staunton went to the opera. She didn't speak once to anyone all evening, but those who knew her commented to themselves that she probably had a terrible toothache because she kept licking the interior of her mouth… … as for the turnabout, that is, Steve's ministrations to Melissa, this was another story. As peoples' moods do, Melissa's would change; so would Steve's.
Not necessarily day by day, not that often, because both were rather evenly disposed individuals. But both could be affected by this, by that, the unpredictable and eccentric vagaries of daily life.
And should Steve be out of sorts, usually it was Melissa whose good mood cast away the darkness, the gloom that was annoying or irritating him.
On one instance when Nellie and Steve had been sucking and fucking and Melissa had been helping them out, as it's said, that is, sitting next to the couple on the bed, sucking on Nellie's sweating breasts as Steve fucked her in the mouth, or sucking on Steve's balls while he fucked Nellie's loveable behind, with each of his gentle plunges, Melissa's tongue curling around his darling prick, all slimy and gooey from Nellie's cunt honey, she felt so terrible an onrush of hot love and affection for the boy she could have killed him with her bare hands.
After he shot off his cock into Nellie's hot wet and very sticky asshole, Melissa took it tenderly into her mouth. She licked it clean, her soft eyes looking up at his face.
Steve's eyes were closed. The orgasm up into Nellie's hot asshole was one of the most enjoyable so far and Melissa recognized this.
She sucked him hard again and as Nellie, up on her hands and knees, waited, Melissa finger fucked her tight asshole and then licked it and filled it with her saliva before helping the tired little boy insert his prick back where it had just come from but half an hour earlier.
This time as he fucked Nellie's purring asshole, Melissa licked his prick each time he'd pull it out. She coated it with her saliva and then watched as it vanished back again up inside Nellie's bowels.
In another related incident, this happening when Melissa and Nellie and Steve went for a weekend on a sailing yacht, the owner, another wealthy American widow, a long time friend of Melissa Staunton's and also from Baltimore, Maryland, had a wild and much celebrated collection of oriental dildoes. Long a conversation piece at different Riviera cocktail parties, because this woman wore replicas of these phallic instruments around her neck on a golden chain, Steve became interested as well as Nellie.
Aboard the Noon Star, the sailing yacht, down in the owner's cabin, Melissa was alone with Steve and Nellie. She had one of Mrs. Armstrong's most favorite dildoes. This was a beautiful white, ivory slick instrument about six inches long. When it was strapped onto Nellie's waist and then arranged with white leather thongs to protrude naturally from her hairy groin, if you didn't look closely, and in the soft shadows in the vessel's cabin, Nellie looked very much like a boy from the waist down.
"Steve," Melissa said, "Nellie's going to fuck you up your sweet little ass." Melissa had a few drinks.
"I want it," cried Steve. "I want her to."
Nellie's eyes were beaming, gleaming in the soft light. Her young breasts were covered with oil and her natural sweat. It was very hot in the cabin. Melissa was also covered with shiny sweat.
Steve bent over a couch. Melissa sucked his asshole, tonguing it, dipping her tongue in, then her finger, one finger, two fingers, three, then four, then her thumb. As she thumb-fucked his asshole, she played with his balls and his prick, tickling and tantalizing his cock until it was very hard.
Going around in front of him, down on her hands and knees, she took has long white prick into her hot mouth.
At the same time Nellie, gripping his flanks, aimed the ivory white dildoe at his tight asshole. Pushing it in slowly as she had been told to, it suddenly slid in his asshole up to the hilt.
As it did and Nellie began punching it in and out frantically, Steve's cock exploded in Melissa's mouth. She sucked him dry, then spit all his scum mingled with her saliva back into his thirsting mouth, his parched lips sucking furiously on her scum-covered tongue.
Chapter 17
One of the more thrilling aspects of Melissa's relationship with young Steve, was showing him off, in private and especially in public, inviting the envy of her friends and acquaintances.
Two of these acquaintances were lady friends of Melissa Staunton's from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
The two were sisters, unmarried, extremely wealthy and not at all unattractive. They were known in society circles as the unattainable Misses Cornelia and Ophilia Rummington. The fabulously rich Rummington clan, Philadelphia mainliners from way back, zealously guarded the two sisters. Any male contender for either of the ladies' hands, was subjected (by the family lawyers) to such a scrutiny, few if any even survived the initial investigations so beautifully prepared and served by the attorneys hired to defend the realm.
Thus it was that neither Cornelia nor Ophilia ever married. Thus it was also that only Cornelia had had an affair and this couldn't really be called that.
It consisted of a boy touching her breasts when she was twelve, then fleeing with Cornelia's father chasing him on horseback through the woods of their estate that is now a suburb of Philadelphia.
Ophilia also had an affair but she never spoke of it. Although she hinted once when she was twenty to her sister that some older man had the hots for her (of course, she didn't express it this way), she never made mention of it again.
For years Cornelia was going to get around to asking her attractive sister what this affair consisted of, but she never found the right time nor had the proper amount or the kind of courage she believed necessary.
These two very rich sisters also owned a chateau on the Cote d'Azur, near Villefranche-sur-mer. It was certainly not nearly as elaborate as Melissa Staunton's mansion, but it was in excellent taste and was maintained by women servants because that's the way it had to be.
Mostly throughout the 'season' the two sisters were kept from being bored by the various and sundry social activities. There was the opera, of course, boating, the horse races, the flower festivals and the Mardi Gras parade in Nice.
The balance of the time they spent abroad was used for shopping, travel to Switzerland, once to North Africa, several visits to Greece and to Vienna. Most of the rest of the time they were so bored they didn't know what to do with themselves.
They threw a few parties but these were boring, too. They took long automobile trips but didn't really enjoy themselves. They had a small semi-private beach but how long can one go to the beach wearing an old-fashioned bathing suit, and especially a beach where no men of any kind were permitted (by the lawyers).
All in all, their lives were a waste. And what made this so preposterous was that under their severe clothing, both woman had glorious bodies. Firm tight breasts with no sag whatever, slim waists, lovely buttocks with clear, white unblemished skin. Both had nice long legs, pleasant looking feet and toes.