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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.

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