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An hour later, two bottles of wine had been emptied. George was lying stark naked on the table. Straddling his face, wearing her sexy panties that still smelled of the new fragrant perfume, was Nellie. She was rubbing his face with her cunt.

Madam Andre was also naked, except for her boots and a wide black belt around her waist. She was up on the kitchen table, kneeling, her head over Georges' huge cock. She was sucking it. She washed it with her tongue and kissed it lovingly. She took it into her mouth and let her tongue swirl all around the top of it, down to the base and back up.

She made loud sucking noises as she looked up to watch the half- naked Nellie move her cunt all over George's face. She could visualize his tongue weaving into her cunt, pushing the panties aside. She could imagine how wonderful Nellie's cunt smelled and she could hardly wait to suck it herself.

She played with George's heavy, hairy balls, scratching them with her sharpened fingernails. Then Madam Andre inserted a finger up into his hot moist asshole. He squealed, but the sound was muffled because Nellie's cunt was pushed onto his mouth.

When the French woman felt his prick was hard enough, she positioned her body over the gigantic cock and spread her thighs. Wetting his cock with saliva, she slowly lowered herself down onto it until it was completely engulfed by her famished cunt. As it penetrated deeply, she began to bounce up and down. The juicy noises of Madam Andre's cunt aroused Nellie who was in ecstasy as the man's swirling tongue washed her own cunt lips and thrust deeply inside of her.

As Madam Andre continued to fuck George, she reached forward and gripped Nellie's shoulders, using Nellie for support as she pumped up and down on the man's cock. Nellie's back faced Madam Andre, and as she watched the girl's muscles and spine straining in exquisite tension, she was excited by the sight.

Then Nellie leaned back, turning her face. Madam Andre's mouth found Nellie's and soon their tongues were entangled.

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.

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