"Oh, Nellie, fuck me. Nellie, pinch my clitoris. Yes. God, yes! Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck my cunt cunt cunt cunt."
Now Melissa turned on her side to suck Nellie's young breasts. Nellie moaned as the woman's mouth closed over her flesh.
Melissa clubbed the young girl's erect nipples with her tongue. She chewed on them with her lips as her cunt throbbed in response to Nellie's finger fucking. Each time Nellie's fingers tunneled deeply into her passage, she squeezed or pinched Melissa's cunt lips, or slaped her cunt flatly with the palm of her hand. Melissa purred like a cat, and increased the violence of her tongue's movements over the girl's nipples, at times nearly sucking the entirety of Nellie's breast into her open, warm mouth.
"Nellie?"
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Have you ever had an orgasm?"
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Staunton. I do it by myself."
Melissa raised up. "Kiss me, Nellie."
Nellie brought her lips to Melissa's and soon their tongues were swimming around in each other's hot wet mouths. Saliva was dripping from Melissa's lips as the young girl sucked frantically on the probing tongue. All the while, both had their fingers working inside the other's cunt, smearing the other's belly with the juices.
"Nellie?"
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Have you ever sucked another cunt?"
Nellie shook her head. She couldn't believe words like these were coming from Melissa's sweet mouth. When Nellie didn't answer immediately, Melissa repeated the question. She hugged Nellie, their breasts and bellies pressing to one another.
"Have you ever, Nellie, sucked another cunt?"
"No, Ma'am," Nellie managed to say, "but I've tasted my own."
Melissa drew away from her. A broad grin covered her attractive face.
"You have?" The grin widened.
"Yes."
"Nellie, tell me, my darling, what was it that was bothering you. I mean, when I came to get my little lavender panties?"
Nellie could not find her voice. Melissa kissed the young girl on the lips, using her tongue, while with her free hand she caressed Nellie's breasts and squeezed her nipples.
"Tell me, Nellie."
The mention of the lavender panties almost brought tears to Nellie's eyes once again. Did she dare tell Mrs. Staunton that she had really felt this way about her all along, ever since she first arrived here?
Did she risk anything? They were both kissing and fingering and fondling and caressing each other's stark naked bodies after all. Didn't that give Nellie license to tell Mrs. Melissa Staunton that she'd fallen in love with her?
"Tell me or I'll leave."
Nellie's eyes flooded with tears. She still could not find her tongue. Melissa rose from her reclining position and sat down on the edge of the bed. She patted Nellie's shoulder as she sobbed.
"Are you going to tell me, Nellie?"
Nellie slid off the bed and fell to her knees directly in front of Mrs. Staunton, still weeping.
"I can show you," she said with her eyes closed tightly. "But I can't bring myself to say it yet."
"Show me then."
Nellie placed her hands inside Melissa's thighs and gently pushed them wide open. She quickly buried her face into Melissa's hot wet cunt. In seconds, her tongue was flashing over and between the meaty cunt lips. Melissa Staunton knew that the child was in love with her.
Nellie drove her tongue deep into the woman's red passage, and twisted it around inside. Melissa moaned deeply and closed her eyes as the wonderful sensations surged through her. Nellie's tongue was full and thick and warm inside of her. She put her hands to Nellie's head and gently pushed it harder to her.
The girl's tongue was expert, indeed. It writhed inside of Melissa, then pulled out. She licked delicately and with the utmost care around the outside of her cunt, around the thick folds and the protruding bud of the woman's sex. Melissa moaned and thrust her hips upwards.
Nellie continued to tease the woman's sex, madly darting her tongue over the enflamed, small bud. She wrapped her lips lightly around it and sucked. As the pressure of her sucking intensified, Melissa began to jerk her hips upwards against the girl's wet face.
She moved her tongue back down, away from Melissa's clitoris, and again drove it inside her, then withdrew it. She licked the bottom edge of the woman's clitoris, alternately driving her tongue into the passage, and then pulling out again to lick the center of her sex. Melissa was in agony; her release was expanding, climbing through her body, and yet each time she was at the point of exploding, her hips thrusting harder and harder against Nellie's face, Nellie would pull her tongue away and leave the woman's cunt open only to the air.
Finally, Melissa grabbed the girl's head and roughly pushed it against her open cunt. Nellie could scarcely breathe and began to lick violently, expertly around and around the woman's clitoris. Melissa let out a long groan, lifting her legs to grip the girl's head in a vice, and thrusting her hips forward. She came in what seemed to both to be a thousand spasms; her juices wetting the girl's chin and nose thoroughly.
Afterwards, Nellie licked her lips and wiped her chin with the back of her hand.
"That's what I wanted to tell you," she said coyly.
Both laughed.
Chapter Thirteen
Life at the chateau was little different than in the other lavish villas and chateaus on the Cote d'Azur. There were splendid parties, afternoon gatherings on the sprawling lawns, horseback riding in the forests off the coast, and many private dinner parties attended by the well-to-do and international celebrities.
There were also many lovely long afternoons and evenings with nothing to do, spent in the utter relaxation, with bodies and minds lulled by the distant roar of the Mediterranean.
What Steve loved most about Cannes, the chateau and the environs, with which he was becoming more and more familiar as one day passed into another, was the natural politeness and manners of the native French people who lived in the small villages and hamlets in the vicinity.
Presently, Steve and Mrs. Staunton were being driven around the countryside by Maurice. Melissa was explaining and showing off some of the local sights. As they drove past an auberge, a country inn, Melissa turned to Steve, and whispered, "That's where I used to go incognito when I first came here."
She had her arm around his shoulder. His fly was open and Melissa's other hand was quietly jerking off his erect penis as the car drove along.
Up front, Maurice could not see nor hear a thing. The back seat of the limousine afforded complete privacy to its occupants.
"What did you do there, Melissa?"
Her dress was up to her waist. Steve had taken down her filmy lace panties only moments after they climbed into the car. In her cunt was an energetically vibrating dildo. Its engine worked quietly, and Mrs. Staunton's misty eyes reflected the intense joy the instrument gave her. Steve had inserted the dildo into her darling cunt at her special request.
"Well," she replied, looking at his handsome cock. She had spent many nights sucking on it, and he had often used it to fuck her in both her delicious cunt and her unusually tight anus. "I couldn't move into the villa right away, you see."
"You've already told me that part."
"Excuse me," she said, grinning to herself. Now that they were so familiar, Steve was quickly assuming a more masculine role in the unusual relationship.
"Well," she went on, "I hadn't yet hired Maurice, although I had hired Madam Andre and George. Those two seemed to come together. And, of course," she went on dryly, still playing with and rubbing the rosy head of his cock with her thumb, which she had wetted with the juices from her own cunt, "our lovely Nellie hadn't yet come into the picture."