"Yes, darling," the woman urged, "taste it. You'll love the sweet taste of pussy. Take it in your mouth. Eat me."
Melissa buried her head between the woman's quivering thighs. The cunt opened wide to receive the girl's anxious tongue as she jammed it between the pulpy labes and started sucking for all she was worth.
Melissa inhaled the new combination of odors inside the seething snatch, her tongue savoring the new taste. Each sense seemed to heighten to this new form of lovemaking, taking her beyond any passion she had ever known.
"I want it to be good for you," she moaned, her tongue driving wildly to scoop the thick juices into her mouth. "I want to make you cum like you made me. I want to suck you better than you've ever had it."
"You are. You're doing it," Glenda replied. "Just lick the hell out of me. Suck the shit out of my lovely pussy."
Melissa's fingers worked to stretch the pulsing walls of Glenda's box. Her tongue flew cock-like in and out of her gushing hole, its hard tip tracing a patch from her clit to her asshole.
The total penetration of the cock-tongue into her pussy drove Glenda wild. Her legs were straining wide, her hands helping to raise the soft mass of her hips higher, causing her twat to sag open even wider.
Melissa drove into the opening, sloshing her head from side to side inside the redhead's pussy. Her cunt poured its streaming juices across Melissa's cheeks and chin, only adding to her maddening ecstasy.
On and on her tongue rammed, her chin nuzzling the soft crater of her bung, and her nose raking across the throbbing clit as she buried her face into her churning cunt.
The older woman's hips became pistons as she felt the gushes of her climax start to pour from her sucking split.
"It's coming, honey! Don't stop! Make it explode on me! Lick me harder!Harder!"
Melissa could taste the bitter-sweet cum seeping into the hot cavern, and she devoured the fuck-juice in huge gulps. Her hands clamped on the woman's firm butt-cheeks, driving her face in even harder to bring her off.
"Oh, God! I'm blowing! It's running through me like a fucking tidal wave! Oh, God! Shit! Fuuuuuck!"
Glenda screamed, her body arching as she exploded in the ecstasy of total, throbbing release. The flood gates opened, pouring out her sticky cream as Melissa sucked and swallowed the cum as quickly as it ran down.
At last when the heaving body beneath her started to case, Melissa raised her head from the soggy cunt-mound. She looked up between the heaving globes of Glenda's tits, and smiled.
"Now that's what I call an enlightening interview," she sighed.
The older woman returned the look through heavy-lidded eyes, the very same satisfied smile bending her lips.
"Honey, I've got a list of women a mile long who'd give their left tit for an interview like this." She reached down and patted Melissa's cheek. "And I can't think of anyone who would put it to better use."
"Murdock, you're fucked," Melissa chuckled to herself. She knew nothing could stop her now.
CHAPTER SIX
"Let me propose a toast," Bob bellowed, his paper cup held high. "To Melissa Dansin, in celebration of one year of brilliant service at Personalities magazine."
"Hear, hear!" she cried, and banged his cup with her own.
The two figures paused to chug the cold duck in one long swig, laughing as it bubbled up to run down the sides of Melissa's face.
Melissa was happy. Bob had completely surprised her with his celebration, it was a gorgeous May afternoon, and she was beginning to feel, the effects of the alcohol. She just could not seem to stop giggling, and of course Bob was no help.
Not even the appearance of Murdock could dampen her good spirits. "Hi, Ralphie, join the party."
But there was something different, almost frightening about him as he approached Melissa.
"Pallbrook wants to see you," he said, his voice totally flat.
The complete lack of any emotion in Murdock's tone haunted Melissa as she walked the corridors and entered Pallbrook's office.
"Hello, Miss Dansin. Sit down," he beamed. "Hello, sir. You wanted to see me?"
"Yes. I have good news for you, so I won't waste any words. The board has decided that it would be a pretty good idea to make you head supervisor of the Special Assignments Division, so they have."
For several seconds she just stared, her mouth open in disbelief.
"Well, you want it?" he chuckled.
"What about. Murdock?"
"Well, we offered him another position, but he refused it. To be blunt, he said he'd rather quit than be pushed out by a woman."
"I see." Suddenly she jumped up. "Thank the board. I accept. I know I should say something, but please excuse me – I want to try to catch Murdock."
She bolted front the office and ran back to her desk. As she entered the room, Bob was standing in complete confusion.
"Where's Murdock?" she asked.
"Gone. He just packed up his desk and split. What the hell is going on?"
Melissa explained the sudden turn of events to Bob as he listened intently. Once she had finished, he bunt into excited laughter.
"God damn! That's great! You're going to be my boss. Look, this calls for a real celebration. Why don't you come over tonight and have dinner with Mom and me? I've wanted you to meet her anyway."
"Okay," she said, her whole body lighting up with Bob's enthusiasm. "It sounds like fun."
She arrived at Bob's near North Side apartment around seven o'clock. He met her at the door, and escorted her into a small, neat, one-bedroom flat.
Bob's mother, Anita, came out from the kitchen to greet her. Melissa was shocked by her first view of the woman. She was forty-one years old, but looked like she was thirty-one. She possessed a beautiful, very earthy face, topped with long, free-hanging black hair.
Everyone hit it off very well, and the evening got off to a good start as congratulatory drinks were passed around. The mood built quickly, and Melissa was soon basking in the warm glow of success, friendship, and good wine.
Throughout the dinner, Melissa kept marveling at Bob's mother. She kept wondering what it was in their relationship that could possibly have produced a gay son. Anita did not seem to possess any of that domineering, manipulative quality that Duane's mother had. She was quite the opposite, very free-spirited, and seemed to have a respectful, deep friendship with Bob.
But Melissa had more surprises coming. After diner Anita proved to be even more startling. She was totally modern in her beliefs, a nudist, a proponent of free love, and finally Melissa was to learn, a dope-smoker.
"Just a little something to relax us, and help us get to know each other better," she said, passing the joint around for each one to inhale.
For a while they laughed and joked, until finally the soft euphoric mist of the marijuana settled over them. The room grew silent. Now all that was heard was the soft, sensual strains of jazz filling the room. Between the drinks, the grass, and the music, Melissa began to feel a growing awareness of her body as she swayed rhythmically to the mellow jazz sounds. Apparently she was not the only one because Anita was the first to break the silence.
"Melissa, would you mind if I undressed?"
"Mother!" Bob cried.
"Bob, I don't think shell mind," she said, her hand stroking her son's hair. "You see, Melissa, we usually walk around naked. We really only dress for company, but I feel a closeness with you. Do you mind?"
Melissa quickly adjusted from the initial shock, and began to like the idea. "No. Why don't we all do it?"
"Melissa, are you sure that…" but Bob never got to finish.
Both ladies were up and naked in seconds, with him soon joining.
Melissa was once again amazed as she took in the pure sexual magnificence of Anita's body. Her stomach was flat and firm, with only a few stretch marks to announce her as a mother. She had full, flaring hips, and a pair of firmly hanging, sensuous tits that were beautifully veined and rounded under her large nipples.