Russell Smith - Ecstasy on fire

"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… "

The split second Steve's lips touched Melissa's slushy wet cunt lips, merely brushing lightly over them, Melissa erupted in a frenzy of wild, impassioned sensation, lurching forward, grabbing Steve's ears with both hands, mashing her fiery hot wet cunt against his face.

As this happened, Steve's prick was on the verge of its own explosion and he had to bite his lower lips to keep from exploding inside his pajamas, his prick leaping, bolting and finally pressed tight against his thigh as he fought off the marvelous delight of orgasm. His body trembling, his face dripping from her slimy, oozing juices, it was all he could do to control her bouncing loins as she moved cruelly against his face, forcing his nose deep between her slippery cunt lips.

"Oh my God!" she'd cried out when his lips merely touched but as she kept arching her back and hugging his face to her, pushing his head into her cunt as she might try to force a cantaloupe inside her hot slit, the sensations of his tongue and finally his teeth on her burning cunt labia, was enough to drive her nearly insane.

"Oh, Steve… yesssssss. Oh my darling. Yessss, oh God, it's so good! I can't bear it. I can't bear it," she was squealing, humping against his face, writhing and rotating her hips, indifferent to his comfort.

At this point in her violent orgasm, Melissa had no compassion for Steve whatever despite the fact she knew better than to treat him this way.

But she was so completely overwhelmed by her own craving need for satisfaction, she almost went out of her mind when he began to literally chew and bite her cunt lips, slurping in her juices, biting the inside of her silky thighs, his fingers crawling, wringing pleasure from her tortured body, scratching and pinching.

As far as Steve was concerned at this point, his decision to be as equally rough as she was being to him, seemed in perfect order.

As he chewed and heard her wild screams, as he bit and didn't care if he drew blood and he heard her whimpering, moaning, even crying for him to stop, he kept going.

Melissa's orgasm was sprinkling Steve's face. The front of his pajama top and his new robe was soaked with her slimy juices.

As he continued to slurp and suck and bite and eat her cunt lips, loving the feel of her meaty flesh between his teeth, snagging at her clitoris, nibbling on it, feeling incredibly wicked and depraved, Melissa was on the verge of losing consciousness.