He was nibbling on her ear. "What were you afraid to ask me, Melissa?" he said, still pressing his throbbing cock against her knee.
"It embarrasses me, dear."
He looked at her. He kissed her cheeks. She embraced him tightly, rubbing her inflamed breasts against his boyish chest.
"You don't need to be embarrassed. Ask me."
He got down on his knees. He had already guessed what it was.
He bent his face and again attacked her inner thighs with his lips, licking the soft flesh, letting his tongue roam perilously close to her spicy cunt.
"It's. oh, Steve. I want you to kiss my cunt again, like you were doing before. Your tongue was perfect moving over my cunt. Please, Steve, will you?"
There. She said it. A wild convulsion roared through her body. She trembled and shook.
Melissa Staunton was overwhelmed with fervid desire. She felt positively swept away by sensations she'd never known in all her years, ecstasies she hadn't believed existed, began to spear her body, piercing her with desire.
She felt as if her nipples were leaking as profusely as her cunt. Her cunt had never been so soaking wet in her entire life.
"Will you, Steve?" she asked, her voice a low growl.
"Yes."
She pushed his head down closer and closer to her hot cunt.
"Oh, Steve. it would make me so very, very happy."
Chapter Seven
The split second Steve's lips touched her wet cunt lips Melissa erupted in a frenzy of wild, impassioned sensation. She lurched forward and grabbed Steve's ears with both hands, mashing her fiery hot, wet cunt against his face.
Steve's prick was on the verge of explosion. He had to bite his lower lip to keep from coming inside his pajamas. His prick leapt, rubbing against his thigh as he fought off the marvelous onslaught of orgasm.
With his body trembling, his face dripping with Melissa's flowing juices, it was all he could do to control her bouncing loins as she slammed against his face, forcing his nose deep between her slippery cunt lips.
"Oh my God!" she cried, as she arched her back, hugging his face to her, pushing his head even harder into her cunt. The sensation of his tongue, and his teeth on her burning labia was enough to drive her nearly insane.
"Oh, Steve. yes. Oh my darling. Yes, it's so good! I can't bear it. I can't bear it," she squealed, humping against his face, writhing and rotating her hips.
She was indifferent to his comfort. At this point in her violent orgasm, Melissa could think only of her own pleasure, so completely overwhelmed by her craving for satisfaction that she almost went out of her mind when he began to chew her cunt lips, drinking in her juices. Moving his mouth away from her gaping passage, Steve bit the insides of her silky thighs. His fingers crawled, wringing pleasure from her tortured body, scratching and pinching her flesh. She moaned deeply in the unbearable agony and glory of his exquisite caress.
As far as Steve was concerned, his decision to be as rough with her as she was with him, seemed in perfect order.
He chewed at her flesh, hearing her wild screams from what seemed to him, a great distance. He bit, not caring if he drew blood from her. He heard her whimpering, moaning, even crying for him to stop. But he kept going.
Melissa's orgasm was bathing Steve's face. The front of his pajama top and robe were soaked with her pussy juices.
As he continued to drink her, biting and eating her cunt lips, loving the feel of her meaty flesh between his teeth, he felt incredibly wicked and depraved. Melissa was on the verge of losing consciousness.
But when his teeth accidentally grabbed that short space between the bottom of her thick, plump cunt lips and the opening to her asshole Melissa moaned and bounced up and down on the sofa. There was a roaring in her ears. Her juices were literally splashing all over the boy's face.
Steve's tongue began a tentative search of her asshole, first licking lightly around the circumference of it and then jabbing softly at the opening before thrusting in fully. She began to fuck back. She scratched his cheeks, pumped up and down onto his protruding, stiff tongue. She kicked her legs, thrashing, pitching her body forward and squealing in between her wild screams. Steve thought they must be audible to the servants by now.
He stroked her anus with his naughty tongue, pawing her thighs with his sharp fingernails driving the greedy woman crazy. He could feel his own face covered by the wetness gushing from her cunt as he pinched her clitoris.
She began to scream out his name while she pumped on his tongue. His prick, too, screamed in its own language. And the more abandoned she became, the more excruciating his own passion grew, and he felt his cock throbbing against the fabric of his robe.
Melissa seemed in no hurry to switch roles and give Steve the sort of pleasurable attention she was receiving. Instead, she continued to rear up and let him bury his face in her gushing cunt, to feel his tongue fluttering, and to yet another orgasm.
By the time Steve's tongue had ceased to manipulate her cunt, and he had tired of eating her meaty flesh and drinking her fluids, Melissa Staunton was as weak as a rag doll.
She fell back on the sofa with her legs wide open, lying in a puddle of fuck-juice. Steve sat back, wiping his mouth on his arm. He was astonished to find how much of her wetness had soaked the front of his pajama top and robe.
Reaching to the table for his goblet of wine, he sipped quietly. She lay still, her breathing heavy, her cunt still throbbing. He believed he could see her cunt lips dilating, moving as if they were still being manipulated by his sharp teeth and wiggling tongue.
For a long while, Melissa was quiet. Now and then, her eyes would flutter open and a smile would cross her face. She would reach out to touch his hand, then she would whisper words he could barely hear, so husky was her voice.
"Oh Steve, that was so beautiful."
"I'm glad." Steve didn't know what else to say under the circumstances.
"So beautiful. It's. that's never happened to me before," she said so softly that he had to ask her to repeat herself.
"I can't understand where you learned such marvelous things," she said, raising her voice a bit as she cupped her cunt with her right hand.
"God, I am wet."
"Yes."
"Did you like the taste?"
"Delicious."
She smiled. She rubbed her fingers into her still slimy cunt, brought them to her parted lips, and sucked them.
She smiled. "I do taste good. It's a healthy mixture, your saliva and my cunt-honey," she said. She reinserted her fingers deep into her hole and sucked on them as the boy watched.
"I loved sucking you down there," he said.
"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."
"And I loved your tongue, Steve."
He said nothing.
Then she raised her legs up so high that her knees were pressing into her breasts as 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 your wonderful tongue. God, I never thought I could feel the sensation you just gave to me, darling."
He had loved eating her. He'd loved the mingled tastes, the slightly acrid, almost bitter taste of her delicious asshole, and the sweet honey taste of her cunt.
She leaned forward now, gently licking his face and making humming noises. "Oh it tastes so good. Oh, Steve, I wish I could suck myself."
His prick felt as if had never been more swollen. He was tempted to reach down inside his pajamas and take out his cock, but he knew that if he even touched it for a second, it would explode. And he didn't care for another accident like the one he'd had in the car.