As they kissed, George reached up to fondle and stroke Nellie's lovely naked breasts. What a scene, he thought: his cock up Madam Andre's cunt, Nellie's hot, virgin pussy covering his mouth and the two women kissing passionately, hungrily. Their tongues were visible. He could see them darting and twisting into one another's mouths. He used his own rhythm, pumping, lifting up his middle as Madam Andre pumped back down on him, almost as if in some kind of obscene competition with them.
After all three were spent, they rested. Eventually Madam Andre spoke. "George," she said, "why don't you show Nellie how you really prefer to dress?"
George laughed a bit nervously, and consented. He left the room and went upstairs. Nellie and Madam Andre occupied themselves by caressing one another's bodies. When George returned, fitted out in his black corset, wig and boots, Nellie gasped. She felt a sharp sensation bolt through her cunt.
"Did you bring the toy, George?"
"No, Mistress, I forgot." He looked down to his feet as he said this. Nellie was shocked to see so large a man look so pitifully dejected and boyish.
Madam Andre walked over to him, commanding him to bend over so that his buttocks were exposed. She slapped him five times. His buttocks turned instantly red and she told him to retrieve the instrument, which he hastily did.
When he returned, Madam Andre told Nellie to make herself comfortable. Nellie sat in a chair. George, at Madam Andre's command, crawled over to her feet. Nellie could barely believe this scene unfolding before her. Madam Andre came to them, her large breasts bouncing in the power of her walk. She sat down in a chair beside Nellie, face to face with George.
"Such lovely hair you have," she said, petting the blond wig, "and such a lovely, lovely figure. Nellie, doesn't he look marvelous in that corset and those boots? Don't they accentuate perfectly the form of his legs?"
"Yes," breathed Nellie. Her cunt ached. She brought her finger to it and slowly began rubbing.
"Lick my breasts, George," said Madam Andre as she cupped them with her hands and squeezed hard so that her nipples rose up. They were large and dark brown.
George stuck out his tongue and began to lick. She continued to hold them, pressing them together and squeezing. She watched as his tongue moved in fast circles around her pointed nipples. Nellie continued to slowly massage her cunt.
Madam Andre stretched out one spiked high-heeled shoe, and brought it to rest on George's thick, strong thigh. Finding his fully erect cock with her foot, she began to tease and tantalize it with the toe of her shoe. She slid the metal heel up and down his enormous shaft. His cock jerked at the touch of her shoe. He sucked hard on her breasts.
Nellie watched George's lips wrap around the woman's nipples, and the sight brought urgent sensations to her body. The sight of the woman's shoe fondling the man's huge cock sent heat surging through Nellie's loins. She drove three fingers into her cunt, moaning, and moving her hand more furiously against her clitoris.
After some minutes, Madam Andre ordered the man to turn around. When he growled, continuing to feast on her breasts, Madam Andre pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. George did not wince — but Nellie did.
When finally he obeyed, still on his knees, Madam Andre stood up. She strapped the belt around her waist and attached the huge black dildo to it. Nellie was in raptures of debauched pleasures as she witnessed these.
Once it was on, Madam Andre weaved the dildo obscenely over George's head. "Suck it," she commanded, gripping the instrument with her fingers, offering it to his dried lips.
He took it into his mouth, sucking on it noisily and licking it from the shaft to the tip. Madam Andre rotated her heavy hips. When the instrument would slip from George's lips, she would weave it before him, while he tried to take it once again into his mouth.
"Suck it!" she repeated, louder this time. Nellie's legs were parted wide in the chair, her eyes intent on the scene being enacted before her.
"Suck me off," Madam Andre said, this time more softly. George shuddered in delight at her words. In seconds he was sucking on it wildly, his cheeks deeply shadowed as he took the fullness of the instrument into his mouth and down his throat.
"Spit on it George, spit on it!" He spat on it, spreading saliva on it with the palm of his hand.
"Turn around now George. I'm ready to fuck you. Are you ready?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress."
"Is your asshole ready?"
"Oh, yes, yes! " he said, his voice high-pitched and feminine sounding. With this, George turned around. He raised his ass high into the air, balancing his weight on his elbows and forearms, with his forehead resting on the floor.
Madam Andre grabbed him by the flanks. She ran her hands up and down his thick thighs. Then, bracing herself, she aimed the head of the dildo at his opening.
"Beg for it. Beg for it!" she commanded. Nellie's body, meanwhile, was bracing itself for the onslaught of a painful orgasm.
George cried like a baby, wiggling his ass promiscuously. His giant balls swayed between his thighs, and his prick was on the verge of exploding. Madam Andre eased the head inside his asshole, then plunged it in with all her strength.
When the huge instrument vanished up his hole, George let out a loud scream. Nellie rushed to him and contorted her body so that she could take his prick into her mouth while she continued to work on herself with her eager fingers.
She sucked on George's cock for no more than two minutes, fingering herself all the while. Madam Andre drove in and out of his ass furiously until he exploded down Nellie's throat an endless jet of pulsing come. Just then, Nellie's own orgasm shook her body uncontrollably. She dropped his cock from her mouth, fell beneath him, and fingered herself to full satisfaction as the last of George's come fell on her breasts and face.
Chapter Sixteen
As time passed, the love affair blossomed between Melissa Staunton and the young Stephenson Bradley Gould. The older woman began to feel so young that at times the very idea of having such a wonderful young man for her pleasure made her giddy.
Melissa found it difficult to keep her hands off Steve's body. She would constantly find some kind of excuse for touching him. But most of all, she loved seeing him naked or even half-naked.
Also, as the days passed, she grew more and more fascinated with his handsome cock, his magnificent balls, his toes, his fingers, his nose. She especially loved his tight little ass, and his completely hairless asshole. She could tongue it for hours if he would let her. She was constantly tickling him. Her finger seemed to be attracted to his asshole as naturally as certain metals are to a magnet.
Once he got used to her thumbing his asshole, Steve would actually urge her to do it. He would kneel over her upturned face, his eyes riveted to her high heels or her hairy cunt. Then moving his naked buttocks over her face, he waited to feel the tip of her searching tongue as he lowered his ass.
As her tongue wet his anus, he would get violent shivers and his cock would stiffen and lengthen substantially. He'd jerk himself off as he moved slowly back and forth on her tongue.
Melissa loved to have Steve's balls dangling over her face. She would open her mouth very wide and then, as he'd settle down on her face, his hanging balls would fill up her mouth. Melissa would chew on them, or she would roll each testicle around with her tongue.
Then she'd reach around in front of him to jerk his cock until he was about to shoot off. When he was almost ready, she would suddenly drive her thumb right up into his asshole, bringing a wild howl from his lips.
"Fuck my thumb, Steve. Fuck my thumb, my little darling," she would cry out, ramming her thumb all the way up inside his tight, hot asshole, twisting and wiggling it, and drawing it almost all the way out before plunging it back up again. This drove Steve crazy with lust.