Ectasy on Fire

"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.