With the young boy down on his knees in the silence of that wonderful room, with her robe open up to the waist, her long, slender legs so stunningly nude and her hair cunt visible to him as he licked and brushed his lips and tongue over her darling toes, Melissa Staunton was close to swooning.
Whenever the young boy would glance up as he held her high heel in his hand, running his tongue over her instep, or simply licking the toenails themselves, or when he'd grip her heel and she'd wiggle her pretty toes over his lips, over the end of his moving tongue, one spasm after another, one slight convulsive spasm after another would ripple through her belly, through her breasts, stinging her erect nipples.
His face looked so handsome in the soft light. And the way his fingers caressed her ankles, the way they stroked, how they gripped her high heel so firmly, was also very thrilling.
When she would raise one leg or another, allowing her thighs to part further, his head would automatically raise up.
She could literally feel his eyes devouring her crotch so obscenely exposed. She could feel his eyes burning between her slippery cunt lips. She could imagine his eyes caressing her hot fiery clitoris.
When she moved slightly forward on the plush sofa, again parting her thighs wide, and when Steve's face was close enough to her mid-thigh so that she could feel his heavy breathing on her bare flesh, she began to shiver with passion and lust.
God, she said under her breath, what would the young boy's reaction be were she to touch herself. Play with her sex? She was on fire, burning up with greed for his mouth, for his tongue, for her own fingers, craving contact, craving some kind of physical and emotional release from the wild tensions that were mounting minute by minute.
As Steve continued, his kisses now climbing higher and higher on her naked flesh, she was trembling with desire.
"Oh, Steve… your kisses are like magic. Do you have any idea how happy you're making me?"
He glanced up. He smiled. Yes, he knew. He could tell by her body temperature. She was getting hot.
He could tell by the intensity of the sweet perfumes that were coming from between her thighs. He could also tell by the way she was beginning to squirm her naked buttocks on the sofa.
"Yes… yes… Melissa… "
"It's soooooo good, Steve. Sooooo very good."
"I'm glad," he answered with a muffled voice. Now he was kissing behind her knees, one knee after the other.
Melissa, at one point, was balancing her high heel on Steve's shoulder, her thighs wide open as he licked up and down her leg from her ankles up to her knee, then behind her knee.
When Melissa first felt his wet, slippery tongue licking, caressing behind her knee, she felt like giggling, but then didn't, controlling herself, not wishing to offend the youth.
"Okay… okaaaaayyyyy," she said, holding her breath. "That's so wonderful. So great."
"You like it?"
"God yes," she said. She wondered how he was reacting to the jabbing motion of her pointy spike heel on his shoulder. Doing this was thrilling her more than she had anticipated.
At another point while he was kissing her little toes, running his sharp tongue between her toes, once taking each toe on her right foot separately into his warm, wet mouth, she moved her high heel against his neck and suddenly he reached for it, showering the heel and even the sole of the slipper with his passionate kisses.
She'd asked, "where did you learn that, Steve?"
He answered, "right now. I like it. The leather smells so good. It's tastes good, too," he added, holding her leg by her ankle and then licking the heel, licking the tiny leather straps that crossed her wiggling toes.
Another time when he was licking her heel, she began rubbing her spike heel up and down his thigh, not pressuring it, but ever so gently, gliding the sharp heel in the direction of his groin but going no further than mid-thigh.
Melissa kept wondering to herself if he had an erection and several times she was temped to rub the toe of her slipper between his thighs, but each time she'd get prepared psychologically to do this, questioning his possible reaction, he'd be doing something else to her and she'd get distracted.
Finally when Steve had literally licked both her legs up behind her dimpled knees, and now she was balancing her left foot on the edge of the sofa, her hairy cunt wide open, her pussy gleaming with puddles of liquid, she reached down again cupping his handsome face.
"Steve…?"
"Yes… Melissa?"
"You make me so happy I could die."
"Oh me, too, Melissa… me, too."
"Steve…?"
"Yes?" He stopped kissing the inside of her thighs, his hands roaming all over her upper thighs, caressing her soft belly, squeezing her flesh, "Yes, Melissa? What is it?" he asked, his voice a half moan.
"Have you ever… Steve… oh, I don't know how to ask such a question, darling."
"Don't be afraid, Melissa," he said, his voice husky, his breath short. "Don't be. You don't have to be… afraid."
His long blonde hair was tumbling over his forehead and as he kept kissing, licking higher and higher in the direction of her hot ripe cunt, she could feel the long hairs tickling just the rippled edges of her exposed pussy lips.
She wondered if the youth was conscious of this, of how wonderfully marvelous such a contact was, how tentative, how delicate.
"Well… I don't know."
"Try," he urged, now nibbling higher still until his nose was but a few inches away from her burning hot cunt. He could smell her lust and his whole being was craving her, needing her.
"Well," she said, hesitating, then beginning to writhe and moan, pushing up against him but still being careful not to make that one final shove that would capture his face, his darling, handsome face, she so much desired imprisoning between her thighs.
God, how hot she was for his kisses, for his tongue caresses between her thighs. She wondered if he liked or didn't like the hot spicy aroma her cunt was giving off. God, she could smell it perfectly.
She wondered if Steve could see her cunt juices. That's how close his face was to her open cunt, so close she was sure he could see the puddles of her love honey forming between the slippery lips of her famished pussy.
"Well," she started to stay again, when suddenly, Steve changed his position. He raised his face up from between her spread thighs. He started to kiss and lick her lower belly.
"Ohoooooo, Steve… soooo wonderful. Yes. Yes, my little darling. Lick my belly, I love that. Yesssss, kiss my belly button," she was growling, moaning as she felt his tongue stabbing, dipping in and out of her belly button…
Melissa was now squirming, writhing and beginning to rotate and gyrate her hips as she held his head with both hands, her fingers caressing his ears, her fingers running down his neck inside his robe, her fingernails scratching, the stroking his long blond hair.
"Oh, Steve… it's so good. It's just wild. You know, darling, this has never happened to me before. Never. And I love it. I love iiiiiiittttttt, Steve!"
He kneeled up and as he did, she gripped his head harder. "Steve, kiss my mouth."
"Oh, Melissa!"
As they kissed, she felt his prick; she could have died. Kneeling the way he was, in the position he was, her one leg still raised up, she felt the definite pressure of his penis against her outer knee.
The sensation at first was shocking, then when she felt him deliberately rubbing the end of his prick against her knee, she gripped his head so hard and kissed his mouth so passionately she almost had an orgasm.
By now her cunt was soaking wet. She didn't care if she was salting up the sofa, but she knew she was. Her cunt must be leaking gallons of honey, that's how on fire she was.
"Ohooooo, Steve," she cried, pushing him away for a second, smiling into his face, licking her lips, then pulling him back to kiss once again, by now their tongues stabbing into each other's mouths, their lips clinging, Melissa sucking on the boy's darting tongue, Steve doing the same to her, sucking her long tongue into his mouth, even chewing on it.
"God you kiss so perfectly. Where did you ever learn how to kiss like that, darling?"
"I don't know," he moaned.
"Kiss me again. Yes. Again and again, yessss, oh, your tongue's so marvelous. So very gooooood, oh yessssss, kiss me… oh, baby, kiss me!"
He was nibbling on her ear.
"What were you afraid to ask me, Melissa?" he said, still rubbing his throbbing cock against her knee.
"It embarrasses me, dear."
He looked at her. He kissed her eyes. She embraced him tightly, wanting to rub her inflamed breasts against his boyish chest.
"Like I was… in the car… when my… my penis…?"
"Yes."
"You don't need to be. Ask me what it was?"
He got down an his knees. He had already guessed what it was, what her question had been.
He bent his face and again attacked her inner thighs with his lips, licking, letting his tongue roam up perilously close to her spicy smelling cunt.
"It's… Oh, Steve… have you kissed, ever kissed a girl between… between her legs?"
She said it. A wild convulsion roared through her body. She began to tremble and shake.
Melissa Staunton was overwhelmed with fervid desire. She felt positively hysterical as sensations she'd never known in all her years, ecstasies she didn't believe existed began to spear into her body, smothering her with desire.
She felt that her nipples were leaking as profusely as her cunt and she knew now that her cunt had never been so slushy, soaking wet in her entire life.
"… have you, Steve?" Her voice was a low growl.
"No."
"Would you like to do it to me, Steve?" She pushed his head down closer and closer to her hot cunt.
"Oh, Steve… it would make me so very very happy, darling… "