Stroking her anus with his tongue at the same time he pawed her thighs, his sharp fingernails driving the greedy woman crazy, pinching her clitoris and feeling his own face literally sloshing around in her cunt slime, Steve was soon getting the feeling for cunt lapping, for asshole sucking.
When she would scream out his name, then pump on his tongue as he devoured her nest, his prick would scream in its own language. And the more abandoned she became, the more excruciating became his own passion, his own need for release; but this was obviously not the time.
Melissa seemed in no hurry to switch the love making around, continuing to sprinkle and splatter his face, continuing to rear up and let him bury his face in her gushing cunt, feel his tongue fluttering, and hoping against hope for yet another roaring orgasm.
By the time the incredible tickling in her clitoris subsided, by the time his tongue ceased to manipulate her cunt, by the time his teeth stopped chewing and he stopped eating her meaty flesh and drinking her slime, Melissa Staunton was as weak as any rag doll.
She fell back on the sofa, her legs wide open. She lay in a puddle of juice. Steve sat back. Wiping his mouth on his arm, he was astonished to find how much of her slime had inundated the front of his pajama top and his new robe.
Reaching on the table for his goblet of wine, he sipped quietly, watching her lay here, her breathing heavy, her cunt still throbbing. He believed he could see her cunt lips dilating, moving around as if they were still being mutilated by his sharp teeth and his wiggling tongue.
For a long while Melissa lay there quietly. Now and then her eyes would flutter open. A smile would cross her face. She would reach out one hand to touch his, then she would whisper words she couldn't even hear, so husky was her voice.
"… oh Steve, that was so beautiful."
"I'm glad." Steve didn't now what else to say under the circumstances.
"… so beautiful. It's… that's never happened to me before," she said so softly he again had trouble hearing her, having to ask her to repeat.
"I can't understand how you can be so marvelous down here," site said, raising her voice a bit. Her right hand cupped her cunt.
"God, am I wet, huh?"
"Yes."
"Did you like the taste?"
"Delicious."
She smiled. She rubbed her fingers into her still slimy cunt, then transferred them to her parted lips.
She sucked on them. She smiled. "I do taste good. It's a healthy mixture, all of your saliva and my cunt honey," she said, smiling, sucking on her fingers again after reinserting them deep up her hole as the boy watched.
"I loved sucking you down there," he said.
"My cunt… my cunt, Steve?"
"Yes, Melissa, your… your cunt," he said finally. Truly this was the first time he'd ever used the word in his whole life. "Your cunt… "
"It loved your tongue, Steve."
He said nothing.
She raised her up legs so that now her knees were even with her breasts. She fingered her tight asshole, smiling at him.
"… and my asshole, Steve. You liked that?"
"Oh yes."
"Oh, God, Steve," she moaned, "that was such a surprise and so delicious. My asshole still tickles, it tingles, Steve, just from that wonderful tongue. God, I never thought I could feel sensations like you just gave to me, darling."
He came closer and held out his glass of wine.
"Want some?"
She raised up on one elbow. She leaned closer to his face and kissed him full on the mouth. The second she tasted her own drying juices on his face, she let out another wild scream and the next thing Steve knew, Melissa was avidly sucking and licking his face.
He let her, and it reminded him of one cat licking another cat. As she licked, he began to reach inside her robe. This is what he was really after. He was dying to feel her breasts, greedy to see them, hungry to suck and kiss and bite on them just as he had on her famished cunt. He'd loved eating her.
He'd loved the mingled tastes, the slightly acrid almost bitter taste of her delicious asshole compared with the sweet honey taste of her cunt.
As she continued licking his face, making humming noises, saying 'oh it tastes so good, oh, Steve, I wish I could suck myself,' his prick was never more swollen.
How tempted he was to reach down inside his pajamas and take it out, but he knew that if he even touched it for a second, it would explode and he didn't care for another accident like this.
Finally, as she was licking up his nose, he managed to get into her bodice and her first reaction when his fingers stroked her full ripe breasts naked under her robe, was to give another series of little animal squeals.
"Oh my darling… yessssss, my titties, play with them. Oh, yessss," she whimpered, smiling at him, sitting up and quickly unhooking the robe so that he could help her off with it.
Now Melissa, except for her spike high heels, was stark naked. Steve was stunned by her overall beauty, her heavy breasts, her large brown nipples he could see so clearly even in the dim light.
"Steve," she murmured.
"Yes, Melissa?"
"Will you suck on them for me? Will you, my baby boy?"
Steve didn't so much like being called her baby boy, but under the circumstances, he understood.
"Yes."
"And, Steve, is there anything you want me to do for you, darling?"
Her eyes were closed. He was fondling her naked breasts, squeezing them, caressing and stroking her erect nipples.
"Yes," he said quietly.
"Steve, would you like to… to… fuck… me?"
He almost blew off in his pants again. Her very use of the dirty word set his brain whirling, spinning.
"Would you… like to fuck your cock into my cunt… later… would you? Tell me what you want my darling. I'll let you do anything you want to do to me. Oh, Steve, tell me… please. Please. Tell!"
"Yes, I want to… fuck."
"Steve… where? Where do you want to put your prick?"
"In your cunt? Yes, inside up inside your cunt."
"Where else, Steve?" she asked. Again, she'd raised up her legs high in the air, exposing her hairy wet cunt. Her asshole was wide open, pouting, still glistening from the ministrations of his loving, sucking tongue.
Now he knew just what she wanted.
"Your asshole, Melissa."
"Oh God," she screamed and literally pulled him on top of her squirming, overheated body…
Chapter 8
Maurice, the chauffer for Mrs. Melissa Staunton, lived in a cozy apartment over the large garage where the two big, long sleek black limousines were stabled. He was essentially a solitary man. He liked being alone.
Maurice took his meals in the great house with the other servants, Nellie, George and Madame Andre, but otherwise, he spent little time in the chateau. Although as it's said, he 'got' along with the others who so faithfully served Melissa, he actually had little in Common.
Maurice enjoyed his freedom and taking care of the expensive automobiles. These were his hobby as was reading books on automobiles and all other kinds of vehicles, fast-moving and otherwise.
It was while reading one of these magazines devoted exclusively to automotive things in general, that he heard Melissa's wild scream from the chateau.
At first, he leaped up! Could she be in trouble? As he listened, to hear a second, then a third scream, but with less intensity, he soon recognized this sound for what it was.
Mrs. Staunton, he told himself, was in the throes of a violent orgasm. Maurice scratched his head. God, he said softly, almost under his breath, he hadn't thought the kid (as he thought of Stephenson, and why should he not?) would work so fast.