I… I," he said, not knowing what to say. Instead, he returned to his earlier position at her feet, where he felt more confident. He took hold of her foot again. She leaned back, resigned. It was the boy's first time, after all, and she needed to be slow about things as he was bound to be unsure of himself.
Chapter Six
With the young boy down on his knees kissing her feet, Melissa Staunton was close to swooning. Her robe was open to the waist, her long, slender legs stunningly nude, and her hairy cunt completely exposed as Steven once again began to lick her darling toes.
Whenever the young boy would glance up from her high heel, running his tongue over her instep, or simply licking her painted toenails, she'd wiggle her pretty toes over his lips. One spasm after another would ripple through her belly, up and through her breasts until it stung her erect nipples.
His face looked so handsome in the soft light and the way his fingers caressed and stroked her ankles was very thrilling. When she would raise a leg, parting her thighs further, his eyes would automatically lift to gaze upon her cunt.
She could feel his eyes devouring her crotch, burning between her slippery cunt lips, caressing her hot, fiery clitoris.
When she moved forward slightly on the plush sofa, with Steve's face close enough to her mid-thigh so that she could feel his heavy breathing on her bare flesh, she began to shiver with passion and lust.
She wondered what the young boy's reaction might be were she to touch herself, play with her own sex? She was on fire, burning with desire for his mouth, his tongue. She craved both physical and emotional release from the wild tensions that were mounting in her loins and breasts.
As Steve continued, his kisses climbed higher and higher on her naked flesh until she was positively trembling with desire.
"Oh, Steve… your kisses are like magic. Do you have any idea how happy you're making me?"
He glanced up and smiled. He knew. He could tell by the heat of her flesh and the intensity of the sweet perfume that came from between her thighs. He could tell by the way she was beginning to squirm her naked buttocks on the sofa.
"Yes… yes… Melissa."
"It's so good, Steve. So very good," she moaned.
"I'm glad," he answered with a muffled voice. Now he was kissing behind her knees, one after the other, and exploring with his tongue.
At the first touch of his wet, slippery tongue behind her knees, she felt like giggling, but she didn't, afraid she might offend the young boy.
"Okay… okay," she said, holding her breath, stifling her giggles. "That's so wonderful."
"You like it?"
"God, yes," she said. She wondered how he was reacting to the jabbing motion of her pointy spike heel, which rested on his shoulder. Doing this was thrilling her more than she had anticipated.
He was kissing her little toes now, running his tongue between them, taking each toe on her right foot separately into his warm, wet mouth. She moved her high heel against his neck and suddenly he reached for it, showering the heel and the sole of the shoe with passionate kisses.
"Where did you learn that, Steve?" she asked.
He answered, "Right now. I like it. The leather smells so good. It tastes good, too." He held her leg by the ankle licking the heel and the tiny leather straps that crossed her wiggling toes.
She moved her other leg off the couch, until her spike heel rested on his thigh. Ever so gently, she glided the sharp heel in the direction of his groin, but going no further than mid-thigh.
And then she slid her foot upwards and pressed it against his hard cock, delighted to find that he was as hard as a rock. She pressed down with her foot, her toes curling around the curve of his cock. The more pressure she exerted with her foot, rubbing it up and down the length of his cock, the more he felt as if he would come. He shifted away, not sure what to do about the exquisite sensations surging through him as she did this.
Finally, Steve had literally licked the entirety of both her legs, from her toes up to behind her dimpled knees. She balanced her left foot on the edge of the sofa, her hairy cunt wide open now, her pussy gleaming with puddles of liquid. Then she reached down again to cup his handsome face in her hands.
"Steve.?"
"Yes, Melissa?"
"You make me so happy I could die."
"Oh, me too, Melissa… me too."
"Steve.?"
"Yes?" He stopped kissing the inside of her thighs to look up at her. His hands continued to roam her upper thighs, and to caress her soft belly, "Yes, Melissa? What is it?" he asked, half moaning.
"Will you… 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. "You don't have to be afraid."
His long blond hair was tumbling over his forehead. As he kept kissing, licking higher and higher in the direction of her hot ripe cunt, she could feel the long hairs tickling the rippled edges of her exposed delicious pussy-lips.
She wondered if the youth was conscious of his effects, of how marvelous the feeling was, how tentative, how delicate. "Well. I don't know."
"Try," he urged, now nibbling higher still until his nose was only a few inches away from her burning hot cunt. Steve could smell her lust and his whole being now craved her, needed her.
"Well." she said, beginning to writhe and moan. She was pushing up against him, being careful not to make that one final shove that would capture his darling, handsome face between her thighs.
God, how hot she was for his kisses, for the caresses of his tongue between her thighs. She wondered if he liked the hot spicy aroma of her cunt. God, she could smell it perfectly.
She wondered if Steve could see her cunt juices. He was so close to her sex that she was sure he must be able to see the puddles of love- honey forming between the slippery lips of her famished pussy.
"Well," she said again, but then suddenly, Steve changed his position. He raised his face up from between her spread thighs and started to kiss and lick her lower belly.
"Oh, Steve. so wonderful. Yes. Yes, my little darling. Lick my belly. I love that. Yes, kiss my belly button." She was growling, moaning as she felt his tongue stabbing and dipping in and out of her belly button.
Melissa was now beginning to gyrate her hips, holding his head with both hands, her fingers caressing his ears and running down the back of his neck. Her fingernails scratched his skin and stroked 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 it, Steve!"
He raised his head and as he did, she gripped his head harder. "Steve, kiss my mouth."
"Oh, Melissa!"
As they kissed, she could feel his prick. She could have died. It felt infinitely harder pressing against her leg than it had against the instep of her foot. It was as if that stiff prick were grinding through her flesh and rubbing against her bone.
They kissed deeply, licking one another's lips and teeth, stabbing their tongues into each other's mouths. Melissa sucked on Steve's tongue as if she wanted to swallow it. He loosened his tongue muscles and let himself be sucked. Then he returned the favor. They withdrew their tongues from each other's mouths after a time and contented themselves with light, soft kisses.
"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! Oh, your tongue's so marvelous. So very good, oh yes, kiss me. oh, baby, kiss me!"