Chapter 8
Vince closed the door and Melissa turned to face him.
"Thank you for a lovely dinner," she said. "I enjoyed the company and the food. The company most of all, and I haven't been able to say that in quite a while."
He stood in the foyer, and she stood just in the still dark living room with the foyer light highlighting the front of her enchanting body. The curvature of her full, firm breasts played provocative peek-a-boo in the deep plunge of her gown. The white, shape-hugging fabric emphasized her gently rounded curves and a waist-high slit on the side revealed the full length of one shapely leg. He'd tried unsuccessfully all evening to decide if she was wearing panties.
"Thank you," he replied. "I hope the food was good. I spent so much time looking at you, I didn't really notice what I was eating."
"Flattery will get you everything you want," she laughed. "We can have a nightcap later.
Where's your bedroom?"
"This is almost too easy," he chuckled.
"Darling, you know that when a woman offers you a little bit of heaven, you'd better not fiddle-faddle around or you'll talk yourself out of it. We could do it right here in the foyer, but my knees get weak when I cum. Besides, Sam might walk in on us."
"I don't think we need to worry about her," he replied, taking her hand. "She-likes Tyler a lot, and I'm sure she isn't going to come home right after the movie."
"For a minute there, I wasn't sure you wanted me," she said, "and I didn't want to go home and do it by myself. Cumming unscrewed isn't half as much fun as fucking, but it's sure better than nothing."
"That's an interesting definition of masturbation. Do you use vibrators or dildos, or just your fingers?"
"All of the above," she giggled. She squeezed his hand and gave him a radiant smile. "You know, if most any other man asked such a personal question, I'd be angry."
"Would you go home and cum unscrewed?'
"Maybe, maybe not," she said easily. "It would depend on the man."
"You're very candid, and I like that in a woman."
"I didn't want you to get away before I made myself clear, so I decided to be brazen. I know that I don't turn on every man I meet, but if I'm not your cup of tea, I wanted you to say so. I deserve that much."
His cock quivered as he gazed at her with unequivocal hunger and got lost in her deep brown eyes and her subtle musk fragrance. He pulled her to him and said softly, "You deserve a hell of lot more."
She moaned as their mouths met, put her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his, and his congested cock rubbed against her plush mound through the thin fabric of her gown. His tongue darted into her mouth, and her soft, sensuous lips came alive under his. He picked her up and carried her through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom.
She leaned over to slip off her shoes, and her superb tits spilled from her gown. She straightened up and smiled seductively as she pushed her gown down and stepped out of it. Self-possessed, she stood patiently a few moments and let him admire her from up close, then looked around, spied the table lamp by the upholstered chair, and turned it on. "I don't like to fuck in the dark," she chuckled. "I like to see what I'm getting."
He saw why he couldn't conclude if she was wearing panties. There was a narrow band around her waist, a wee black triangle that tried vainly to cover her mossy mound and a string that went between the cheeks of her ass. The insignificant garment would fit in a watch pocket with room left over, and he wondered why she bothered with something so scanty.
She kept her high-heeled sandals on and got in the middle of the bed and stretched out on her back. "If you want what's under my panties, you have to take them off," she said softly, lust making her voice husky.
Okay, now he understood why she wore panties, even if they were too small to do any good. He liked a woman with spirit who knew how to tease a man, and wasn't afraid to do it. The light from the single lamp cast provocative shadows over her and the bed, and he openly ogled her tantalizing body as he stripped off his clothes.
She smiled and let her left knee fall to the side and ran her hand over her mound. His cock jumped out of his shorts and stood at attention, and he hopped on the bed and lay on his back by her.
"Man, I got lucky tonight," she said softly. She raised up and leaned over and kissed the tip of his rigid lance, then kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Fucking is like riding a bicycle, you know. You never forget how. You might be a little rusty if you haven't been on one in a while, but it all comes back quickly."
Was she telling him that she hadn't fucked in a long time? He knew nothing about her private life, so he couldn't tell. In the absence of information to base a reply on, he kept his mouth shut.
She kissed each of his nipples, then nipped them tenderly with her teeth. "Is it okay if I make love to you?"
Her dynamic tongue and warm lips set his nerves on edge, and his cock felt bigger than ever before-at least a foot long and as big around as his wrist. In reality, of course, it didn't come close to such stupendous dimensions, but it was a woman's delight, ten inches long and very thick. "Nothing would please me more," he replied, "but you really turn me on, so you might get a premature explosion the first time."
"It would please, darling," she said softly. "I'd rather fuck than eat, and I know ways to stimulate you to achievements you've never even dreamed of."
She rarely got an uncut prick, and his was so hard that about half of the knob protruded from the foreskin. She licked the bare portion, slicked up the droplet of pre-cum and swallowed it. She circled the shaft with her thumb and forefinger just below the head and skinned it all the way back and engulfed his cockhead with soft, puffy lips as he slid her hand down to the middle of the shaft.
He propped up on his elbows and watched her. She murmured with pleasure and sucked noisily and stroked moderately fast, loosening her grip on the downstroke and tightening it on the upstroke.
He thought that was backwards, but it felt pretty damn good, so he didn't say anything. A few moments later, he realized that she was milking him, urging him to cum.
He grunted and jerked his hips up impulsively, shoving about half of his prick into her mouth, and before he could make even a half-hearted attempt to control himself, his cum was spewing into her mouth.
She kept her grip tight and stroked his rigorously throbbing cock quicker as she slurped and swallowed audibly, gulping his liquid offering and stimulating him with her hot mouth. She was pretty sure that she got his full load, but just to be sure that she got every drop of his rich cream, she milked his dick.
She lifted her head and smacked her lips. "Good to the last drop," she murmured.
"Damn, I was faster than I expected," he lamented.
She bent over him and her heavy tits dangled enticingly and her erect nipples grazed his chest as she kissed him lightly. "What you did was fine with me," she said huskily, her bright eyes gleaming with appreciation of his conspicuous pleasure, "but you didn't really get a chance to fully experience my oral talents, so I'll have to do it again later."
"I hope you don't expect me to tell you no," he chuckled.
"If you did, it would really piss me off," she said, then laughed softly. "You said that I could make love to you, and you'd better keep your word."
"Oh, I thought you meant just to get things started."
"No, I meant all night, darling. Does that upset you?"
"Not in the least," he said quickly. "My ego is secure. I really like the way you suck cock, by the way."
"I really like to suck cock, darling, love the way it feels when it explodes in my mouth. Your cock is so big, it makes my jaws creak, but that's fine, it just means that it's going to stretch my pussy. I like to have my pussy stretched, and I don't often get a cock big enough."
She kissed him tenderly and he reached up and hefted both of her full tits and rubbed his palms over her nipples. She murmured and kissed him more passionately and thrust her tongue into his mouth and caught his leg between her thighs and scrubbed her pussy up and down roughly, leaving a wet trail of lust on his skin.
He sucked her tongue avidly and put his right hand on her ass and pushed down and squeezed the firm tit mound in his left hand. She coaxed his tongue into her mouth and sucked it and shivered as she had a light climax.
She lifted her head a few inches and ran the tip of her tongue over his lips. "I like a man who's fire is easy to light, and I love the way you kiss. I knew I would."
"I want to be in charge for a few minutes," he said. "Will you cum if I lick your pussy?"
"Only if I've got a clit," she giggled.
He chuckled. "I suppose you've got one, but I can't swear to it."
"Yeah, you haven't had a chance to look at it, have you? Well, we can remedy that!" She straddled his chest and held her twat over his face.
He put his hands under her ass and caressed her solid buttocks and stared into the hairy junction of her thighs. "Open your pussy," he whispered breathlessly, "I want to see if you really do have a clit."
"I like your attitude, darling." She used both hands to spread her cunt lips wide, exposing the secret sex flesh and her erect clit to his covetous gaze. "There it is, baby, look as long as you want."
He ogled her succulent crack and the profusion of soft brown curls surrounding it, and his nerves tingled. "Magnificent," he whispered. "So pretty, so delicate, so intimate, and it looks so appetizing. I love the coral-pink color on the inside."
He couldn't have said anything that would please her more. Men often told her that she was beautiful, that she had a good pussy, but none ever asked her to spread so they could scrutinize her so intimately, much less said that her pussy was beautiful. He made her head spin, and she was already giddy with lascivious agitation. She couldn't remember feeling more lewd than at that moment, not even when she fucked her son, and she loved to feel lewd.
"Show me what you do when you jack off," he urged.
His bawdy request goaded her, pushed her passions even higher. With a deep sigh, she slid a finger into the top of her seam and moved it rhythmically up and down on her turgid love button, and her hips wiggled in an answering tempo.
"Beautiful, baby," he whispered, "so stimulating. Does it feel good?"
"Ohhhhh, yes," she moaned, "fantastic! I love to get myself off." She shoved her cunt into his face and continued to strum her clit. "Fuck me with your tongue, darling!"
She hunched forward and his tongue disappeared into the feverish slickness of her sex channel. "Ahhhhhh," she moaned passionately as a sharp tremor passed through her body like a jolt of electricity. She grabbed the headboard with both hands and scrubbed her juicy quim over his mouth. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good," she whispered.
He tilted his head back and looked across the expanse of her flat belly and between her heaving tits at her glowing face. "A feast for the gods," he said with a sprightly chuckle.
"You crazy cuntlapper," she giggled.
Entranced by the delectable flavor of her delicate sex flower, her forgot about table manners and gobbled her wet, succulent flesh boisterously.
"Make your tongue go lickety-split, darling!"
His tongue slithered through the tender membranes, over her clit, into her savory hole, up and down through her liquefied gash, and his hands wandered purposefully up her trembling body, over the splendid swell of her hips, past the svelte elegance of her waist, and finally to the sumptuous globes of her quivering tits.
Melissa was a raucous fucker, and even more guttural when she popped her cork. She thought the whirlwind of sensations in her cunt would drive her right out of her mind, and she expressed her elation without modesty, moans and ooohhhs and aaahhhs pouring from her mouth, punctuated now and then by roars of pleasure.
Vince's hands worked at her tits with a dexterity that bespoke lots of experience, caressing and fondling them lovingly and drawing her tumescent nipples into compact, stimulated points.
His tantalizing tongue centered on her agitated clit and she whipped her head wildly from side to side in a frenzy of emotion. His tongue battered her love button tenderly, driving her passion to new heights, and the sounds pouring from her mouth became more clamorous. Occasionally, he took the whole luscious mass of her brown-furred quim into his mouth and sucked it, guzzling her prolific flow in gluttonous gulps, and twisted her scarlet tit tips.
"Oh, fuck, darling, you're going to suck my cunt inside out," she wailed. "Eat it up, darling, swallow the fucking thing whole! Oh, fuck I don't care, I'm cumming!" She shoved her torrid snatch into his face as hard as she could and twisted her ass violently, jitterbugging on his mouth.
Her orgasm built like a menacing thunderstorm, seething and boiling at the very core of her being until she thought it would tear her apart. Her body pulsated and tingled, simultaneously feeling hopelessly weak and fantastically strong. Taking pleasure from his tongue completely absorbed her and she ground her pussy to his mouth as her lust raced out of control.
At last, her frantic movements slowed, and his tenacious tongue coaxed the final measure of erotic joy from her clit, then withdrew.
She slid back and sat on his chest, breathing deeply as small aftershocks of passion vibrated through her. She tried to speak and only croaked. She cleared her throat and tried again. "God, darling, you really did me! I was afraid I wouldn't stop cumming and afraid I would!"
She leaned over and murmured ecstatically as she licked the residue of her juice from his lips and chin, kissed him passionately, then sat up and looked down at him, beaming like the midday sun.