"Go on… go on," he said impatiently. He was now playing with her clitoris. He had his finger on it and he could feel the vibrations of the dildo. He liked the unusual sensations. Until now, Steve had been totally unfamiliar with dildos, vibrators, and the other sexual objects that Mrs. Staunton kept in good supply in the chateau.
"Well, I had this small Porsche and I would drive to that auberge to take my meals every evening. They have a really good cook, and excellent service.
"The management consisted of the owners, a nice middle-aged couple, their young son, a boy younger than you, and his sister. She was about your age. Very, very pretty. Very sexy… as you will see.
"Her name was Odile and."
Steve interrupted, asking Melissa to spell the name. "I've never heard of that name," he said with interest.
Melissa spelled it and went on. "She served the tables, you know, taking orders and bringing food from the kitchen."
"I used to sit in a secluded corner and listen to the transistor radio which played classical music broadcast from Monaco. It's one of the best classical radio FM stations in the world. They have a magnificent music library."
"Go on. go on, please Melissa. When you tell me a story, you drag it out so."
"I'm sorry, darling. Well," Melissa lay back as Steve's finger manipulated her clitoris. He heard her moaning and saw that her eyes were closed, and when he realized he was giving her intense pleasure, he started to rub her clitoris in earnest. Steve loved to have her "suffering" at his command, and so he pinched and squeezed her clitoris and rubbed it even harder, thrilling to the strange erotic noises she made.
Melissa was moaning and humming. Steve liked it when she hummed. It was like lulling music, until it grew into a growl, which it always did when she was nearing orgasm. Sometimes she would whimper, or softly cry like a child.
Melissa would often whimper as she sucked off his cock, her fingers manipulating his testicles, waiting for that glorious moment when his cock would churn and throb and his balls would release his thick, warm fluid into her sucking mouth. She could never get enough of it. For long minutes afterwards, she would keep his prick inside her warm mouth, milking it with her finger tips, squeezing it, wanting more of his sweet, thick come. She would chew on his balls, or pinch them in the hope that this would generate even more fluid to satisfy her rabid thirst.
"Oh Steve," she groaned as he got down on his knees in the rear of the car. He wanted her cunt. The vibrating dildo inside her hot pussy must have made a whole lot of pussy-honey, he thought, and the more of this there was in her beautiful, fragrant cunt, the more Steve loved to rub his face against her. He wanted to bury his tongue up inside to feel and taste her wetness. He wanted to suck her and feel the small clothespin size vibrator rumbling inside of her.
"Oh Steve. oh my darling." She began humming. As his teeth chewed on her clitoris, which vibrated in unison with the dildo, she started to whimper.
"Oh, oh, oh, Steve. yes, oh, oh, yes, yes, my dear one. Good. Suck me. Oh, wow, oh Steve, yes. So hot. So hot. yes, suck me. Bite it, Steve. God, bite it. Yes, like that. It's so good."
He licked her from the lowermost part of her cunt, where it rounded into her ass, to her clitoris before pulling away. He drew up on the seat again and rubbed his wet face all over her's. Melissa loved the taste of herself, the feel of her wetness covering her face. Then he finally relaxed and urged her to continue with her story.
"Go on, Melissa, I didn't mean to interrupt."
She opened her eyes and laughed. She returned her hand to his cock. It was still hard. Then, spontaneously, she bent her head, opened her mouth and sucked the full length of his handsome tool down her throat.
As she did this, she played with his balls. He felt her index finger sneaking beneath his buttocks, and spread his left leg, lifting it up so that her finger could easily slide into his hot, moist asshole.
She'd taught him to enjoy being fingered up his virgin asshole. Now he couldn't get enough of it. In the privacy of his own quarters, he would introduce certain objects up his ass as he jerked off his cock. This was highly stimulating.
She lifted her head from his lap and spoke. "Well, Steve. oh, yes, where was I? Oh, now I remember." She pulled her skirt up higher and began to masturbate herself with one hand while still jerking him off with the other as the car vibrated beneath them. Her eyes were closed as she continued her little story about the auberge.
"Odile was her name, right?"
"Right, Melissa. Just go on with the story."
"You've got me drunk on sex, darling."
"Now don't put the blame on me," he said in a tone of boyish petulance.
"Odile and I grew quite friendly. One night it was raining. There were no other customers. While I was having my soup, I accidentally dropped the spoon. As I leaned down to reach to pick it up, I knocked my transistor radio over. Odile saw my problem and came over.
"She was wearing one of those very short miniskirts that were fashionable at the time. When standing, it came just below her darling buttocks. She almost always wore pantyhose, but this evening, I don't know why, her legs were bare. I noticed it right away.
"'I'll get it for you, Madame,' she cried, and down under the tablecloth she went. As she did, her skirt hiked up completely in the back. She was on her hands and knees and I could feel her hair brushing against my bare legs. I wasn't wearing any stockings myself, or for that matter, panties.
"I looked down under the edge of the table and saw her bare behind! I loved it! Her ass was completely naked and I could see the wonderful hairy mouth of her cunt. It was such a young cunt, so pretty, with just enough hair. Her lips were like Nellie's, you know, so pink and sweet to look at. Well, I couldn't resist. I just could not resist!"
Steve looked up at her. Her eyes were tightly closed. He could hear the buzzing of the vibrating dildo. She was plying her clitoris rapidly with her index and third fingers, squeezing and pinching it. She squeezed his cock hard too, as desire surged through her body.
"Well, I ran my hand all over her bare buttocks. She didn't even move or jerk up or do anything to stop me. I moved my finger down the crease of her ass until it came to her little asshole and still Odile didn't move, not a single inch.
"Then the next thing I knew, I could feel her hands sliding up beneath my skirt. When she discovered my naked cunt, hairy and wet, she let out a long sigh. That was when I slipped my finger into her asshole. She loved every moment of it. I finger-fucked her right there."
Melissa's grip on Steve's cock was firm and forceful. She squeezed it hard, feeling it pulse against her palm. She fingered herself more insistently as well, scarcely able to continue.
"I drove my finger into her asshole and felt it squeezing around me. Then I felt her tongue on my cunt, darting out like a flame to set me afire."
Melissa's hand pumped harder up and down Steve's cock, while her finger worked more furiously around her own sex. She opened her eyes and looked over at Steve; his eyes were closed in the rising deluge of his desire. He knitted his brows and let out a low moan. "What else?" he said, his voice low and breathless.
"Well," she stammered, her body rushing with warmth. "Well, she licked my cunt, my wet cunt. It's wet now, Steve, so wet, I'm about to come." As she said this, she could feel the ultimate explosion rising in his cock. She pumped her hand up and down while rubbing her finger wildly around her clitoris. "You're coming, too aren't you?"
"Yes." he said and then they both exploded. He spurted onto his leg and her fingers. Their bodies were momentarily paralyzed in their desire. Her hand stopped working up and down his cock and her grip loosened. He took his own hand to it then, and finished himself off.