Ectasy on Fire

"Kiss my toes, darling. Yes, kiss them… oh, my darling Steve, lick them just like… oh, yes, just like that."

This was his first time with a woman. He licked her toes, each one, then sucked them. He moved his mouth to her instep and kissed it gently before licking her delicate ankle. Her flesh tasted sweet. He worked his mouth up her leg slowly, and as he reached her thigh, he felt her toes playing in his lap, moving across his hard cock. He went weak, almost dropping her leg, but he held on. The sensations brought on by her foot on his cock were maddening. He lowered his head again.

He kissed her inner thighs, where her flesh was not covered by the stockings. He licked under the uppermost edge of the stockings, feeling the scratching fabric against his tongue, and then the soothing softness of her flesh. He licked further upwards, lightly darting his tongue over the closed outer folds of her cunt, which seemed to open to his touch.

Then he fervently kissed this wet surface, all around the edges, the center, the very top of it, and down, where it ran into her behind. She arched her back on the sofa, moaning her utter approval. He began to lick her then, to dart his tongue quickly inside of her. He took her folds between his lips and pressed them here. He did not know that at the apex of her folds lay her clitoris. It was between his lips and, as he pressed there, she squirmed and moaned louder still.

"Yes, yes, Steve, that's it, that's it," she said. He rubbed his lips, which held her folds and the center of her sex, together. He took them wholly into his mouth and sucked on them lightly. He chewed them with his lips and licked them with his tongue. Then, for some reason, he lost confidence and withdrew his mouth altogether from her cunt. She looked at him, startled.

I… I," he said, not knowing what to say. Instead, he returned to his earlier position at her feet, where he felt more confident. He took hold of her foot again. She leaned back, resigned. It was the boy's first time, after all, and she needed to be slow about things as he was bound to be unsure of himself.

Chapter Six

With the young boy down on his knees kissing her feet, Melissa Staunton was close to swooning. Her robe was open to the waist, her long, slender legs stunningly nude, and her hairy cunt completely exposed as Steven once again began to lick her darling toes.

Whenever the young boy would glance up from her high heel, running his tongue over her instep, or simply licking her painted toenails, she'd wiggle her pretty toes over his lips. One spasm after another would ripple through her belly, up and through her breasts until it stung her erect nipples.

His face looked so handsome in the soft light and the way his fingers caressed and stroked her ankles was very thrilling. When she would raise a leg, parting her thighs further, his eyes would automatically lift to gaze upon her cunt.

She could feel his eyes devouring her crotch, burning between her slippery cunt lips, caressing her hot, fiery clitoris.

When she moved forward slightly on the plush sofa, with Steve's face 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.

She wondered what the young boy's reaction might be were she to touch herself, play with her own sex? She was on fire, burning with desire for his mouth, his tongue. She craved both physical and emotional release from the wild tensions that were mounting in her loins and breasts.

As Steve continued, his kisses climbed higher and higher on her naked flesh until she was positively trembling with desire.

"Oh, Steve… your kisses are like magic. Do you have any idea how happy you're making me?"

He glanced up and smiled. He knew. He could tell by the heat of her flesh and the intensity of the sweet perfume that came from between her thighs. He could tell by the way she was beginning to squirm her naked buttocks on the sofa.

"Yes… yes… Melissa."

"It's so good, Steve. So very good," she moaned.

"I'm glad," he answered with a muffled voice. Now he was kissing behind her knees, one after the other, and exploring with his tongue.

At the first touch of his wet, slippery tongue behind her knees, she felt like giggling, but she didn't, afraid she might offend the young boy.

"Okay… okay," she said, holding her breath, stifling her giggles. "That's so wonderful."

"You like it?"

"God, yes," she said. She wondered how he was reacting to the jabbing motion of her pointy spike heel, which rested on his shoulder. Doing this was thrilling her more than she had anticipated.

He was kissing her little toes now, running his tongue between them, 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 the sole of the shoe with passionate kisses.

"Where did you learn that, Steve?" she asked.