Ectasy on Fire

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.

Finally, as she was licking the tip of his nose, he reached into her bodice. His fingers stroked her full, ripe breasts, naked beneath her robe and she gave another series of little animal squeals.

"Oh my darling. yes, play with my breasts. Oh, yes," she whimpered, smiling. She sat up, quickly unhooking the robe so that he could help her off with it.

Now Melissa, except for her spiked high heels, was stark naked. Steve was stunned by her beauty, her heavy breasts, and large brown nipples, which he could see clearly, even in the dim light.

"Steve," she murmured.

"Yes, Melissa?"

"Will you suck on them for me? Will you, my baby boy?"

Steve didn't really like being called her baby boy, but under the circumstances, he understood.

"Yes."

"And Steve, is there anything you want me to do for you, darling?"

Her eyes were closed. He was fondling her naked breasts, squeezing them, caressing and stroking her pulsing erect nipples.

"Yes," he said. "I'd like you to spread your legs wide for me, and let me fuck you. I want my cock inside of you, up inside your cunt."

"Where else, Steve?" she asked. Again, she'd raised up her legs high in the air, exposing her hairy wet cunt. Her asshole was wide open, pouting, still glistening from the ministrations of his loving, sucking tongue.

Now he knew just what she wanted.

"Your asshole, Melissa."

"Oh God," she screamed and pulled him on top of her squirming, overheated body.

He landed on her hard; his cock between her thighs. She spread her legs and guided it into her. He thrust inside with a great heave, sighing and moaning at the same time. It was exquisite, unimaginably soft and enveloping. He moved in and out of her as he had always imagined he would, with great heaving thrusts. He pushed in deeply and drew fully out, then thrust back inside with the help of Melissa's pressing, urgent hands on his buttocks.

She could tell that his climax was near. His body slowed substantially, his breath coming more and more labored. She squirmed out from beneath him and turned over on her stomach, spreading her buttocks. She told him to fuck her in the ass.

He readily complied, though he secretly wanted to come in her soft, wet cunt. He had been on the verge of coming, but now had renewed vigor. He pushed into her tight asshole, which was not nearly as accommodating as her cunt had been at first.

"Push hard, darling, hard!" She screamed, anxious to have him fill her. He pushed hard but still his cock would not budge.

She leaned up, sitting back on him. His cock slid into her. Her hole was so tight that it was somewhat painful for him. It was Melissa who moved on his cock. She rose upon her knees, lifting herself off him and then sitting back down. Her breasts bounced with her movements. He reached around her and took hold of them, squeezing hard and pinching her nipples.

When he was fully inside of her, her buttocks nesting in his lap, his cock moved thick and hard and slowly. The tightness of her asshole and the unaccommodating dryness soon grew pleasing to Steve. He squeezed her breasts harder still and felt his cock expanding, pushing, widening the tunnel of her asshole. She felt it, too.

"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Come inside of me. I want to feel your cock throbbing against me, filling me. Squeeze my breasts harder," she urged. He squeezed them so hard that he was afraid he might hurt her. His cock expanded yet further until he felt it filling and exploding with his release.