Russell Smith - Ecstasy on fire

As Madame Andre continued to fuck him, she reached forward and gripped Nellie's shoulders, using Nellie's back for support as she pumped up and down.

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

As they kissed, George's hands behind his head, using his hands as a kind of pillow, removed them and he reached up to fondle and stroke Nellie's lovely naked breasts. What a scene, was all he could think, his cock up Madame Andre's cunt, Nellie's hot, virgin cunt covering his mouth and the two women kissing so passionately, so hungrily, their tongues visible to his eyes as he began to use his own rhythm, pumping, or lifting up his middle as Madame Andre pumped back down on him, in some kind of obscene competition.

When it came Nellie's turn to sit on the hot wet, slimy prick, she could hardly wait to slide the thing up into her; but what she wanted to see the most was Madame Andre put her wet slimy gooey cunt over the man's face. She watched intently as she saw George cup the woman's buttocks and then allow her to rub all over. This thrilled Nellie.

Climbing around, she had no trouble inserting his huge cock into her wet cunt. She began riding up and down just as the French woman had done, finding his balls in back as Madame Andre had done and squeezing them, playing with them, stroking and finally pinching them to make George squeal with utter delight.

This activity continued for at least half an hour. At the desired moment, Madame Andre's orgasm flooded George's mouth, his tongue moving rapidly, caressing her burning clitoris. His teeth nibbled on her meaty cunt lips. He tongued her hot asshole when she lifted way up when the violence of the first orgasm struck her quivery body.

In seconds following this, Madame Andre climbed up off Georges' soppy face. As she did, she dribbled her juices over his face and into his hair.

When she lay down next to him on the table and it was certainly wide enough, Nellie pulled up off Georges' still erect cock.

She squatted over Madame Andre's face and gave her tongue the same treatment she'd give to George's. And, as Madame Andre sucked and licked her cunt, she reached in back of her to play with George's cock. Taking the hint, George raised up. He kneeled in front of Nellie.

Smiling at him, she cupped his hairy balls with one hand. Using her other, she guided his thick hot cock between her lips. Sucking on it, she continued to rub her cunt over the woman's face, finally feeling her orgasm approach.

Oddly enough and surprisingly enough for all concerned, Georges' prick burst and began to shower the insides of Nellie's sweet, sucking mouth at the same time Madame Andre's cunt exploded from her own fingering.

Nellie's orgasm came almost simultaneously from Madame Andre's fingers up inside the young British girl's tight asshole…

As time passed and the, what might be called a 'love affair', blossomed between Melissa Staunton and the young Stephens on Bradley Gould, the older woman began to feel so young that at times the entire idea of being with so much younger a male, made her giddy.

Melissa found it difficult to keep her hands off his body. Constantly, she would find some kind of an acceptable excuse for touching him, literally "feeling him up," but most of all, seeing him nude or half naked.

Also as the days passed she was growing more and more in love, fascinated with his handsome cock, his magnificent balls, his toes, his fingers, his nose.

She especially loved his round little tight ass, his asshole, completely hairless. She could tongue it for hours if he had let her. She was constantly tickling it, goosing it is another word. Her finger seemed to be attracted to it as naturally as a nail is to a magnet.

When she got him used to her thumbing his asshole, Steve, would actually urge her to do it for him. He would kneel over her upturned face, his eyes riveted on her high heels or on her hairy cunt. Moving his naked buttocks over her face he could hardly wait to feel the tip of her searching tongue when he'd lower his ass.

As her tongue would wet his anus, he would get the most violent shivers. His cock would stiffen then lengthen. He'd jerk himself off as he moved slowly back and forth on her tongue.

Melissa also loved Steve's balls, the way they would dangle 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 then chew on them. She would warble each teste with her tongue. When his entire sac shriveled up in her mouth, she would love the sensations to be had just waiting for his prick to go down so that his testicles would loosen and fill up her mouth.

Then, she'd reach around in front of him and jerk his cock until he was about ready to shoot off. When he was, she would suddenly zoom 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, reaming her thumb all the way up inside his tight hot asshole, twisting it, wiggling it, drawing it almost all the way out, before plunging it back up again, driving Steve up the wall with lust.

When she felt like it, she would have Steve on his hands and knees. His ass would be high up in the air. His buttocks would be spread as wide open as she could get them positioning him so. Then Melissa would anoint his cute little asshole with either Vaseline or what he preferred, her pink lipstick.

Then, sometimes when his tight asshole was well lubricated and responsive, and it was very sensitive, his sphincter would try to suck in the lipstick, container and all.

She would then suck his ass as he wiggled it in her pretty face. Sometimes she would thumb his ass until he was going out of his mind, his cock unable to get hard, so great was the anal pressure.

When he'd be in a mean mood, and young boys do get that way from time to time, she would whip his ass with a wooden spatula, making his bottom cheeks all rosy red.

After each whipping, about twelve strokes with the flat spoon-like, wooden spatula on each smooth ass cheek, she would smooth it all off, leaving the sting to remain.

Melissa could lick his ass until he awakening in the morning, just wetting his buttocks with her saliva, sometimes slitting on it and rubbing it in. Steve liked this.

Sometimes when she was all gooey wet from his sucking her, or when Nellie got into the act, and both Nellie and Steve would suck her until she was panting and wanting a hard fuck, she would smooth her cunt juice all over is ass cheeks.

She'd sit quietly, masturbating, watching as Nellie licked his ass cheeks clean of her saliva.

Once she peed all over his back. This was an accident, but she would never forget it. Neither would Steve and neither would Nellie whom Steve was fucking up her ass at the time, the warm yellow urine puddling and then running over his flanks and down over Nellie's upraised legs.

Another time, alone with Steve, she was sucking his balls. He was standing up in front of her. She was down on her knees. She was fully dressed for the opera. He was naked. He refused to accompany her.

"Steve," she had begged. "You must understand that I cannot miss this performance of Aieda."

"Well, I can."

"Yes, my darling. I know. I realize that you are under no compulsion to go with me, but Steve…?"

"Yes?"

"Would you let me do something to you first?"

"Like what, Melissa?" Steve wanted to read.

"Well, I don't know how to put it, but… "

"C'mon, Melissa, get with it. You're all dressed. Maurice is waiting for you."

"I know, Steve," she sighed, her enthusiasm waning. She would have given anything not to have attended the opera, but she was committed.