Ectasy on Fire

Chapter Fifteen

In spite of the failure of the blackmail attempt, it wasn't long before the three of them, Nellie, George and Madam Andre, were swinging in the right direction, anyway.

Their first intimate meeting took place when Mrs. Staunton took Steve to a festival in Monte Carlo. They were to spend the night because Melissa didn't like Maurice to drive the crooked, twisting coast road at night. There were too many sharp curves, hairpin twists, and drunken drivers for her taste.

The three of them were alone in the chateau. The dogs had been fed and turned loose on the sprawling grounds to keep their eyes out for any intruders. Nellie was taking her evening bath. George and Madam Andre were in the kitchen. George was cleaning up, and Madam Andre was mixing the dough for the following day's bread and morning muffins.

In the background, a tiny transistor radio was playing dance music on Radio Luxembourg. A tall candle flickered on the long kitchen table where the staff took their meals. The polished table gleamed in the soft candlelight.

Out of doors, it was very still. Now and then, the light roar of a passing aircraft, a lonely dog barking in the distance, or a church bell somewhere in one of the tiny hill towns could be heard.

"I think she's attractive when she's relaxed, don't you, George?"

Madam Andre was speaking in a kind of patois French, a local vernacular that Nellie would not have understood even if she had spoken French. Nellie's command of the language was strictly limited. It is true that she learned a few words when she worked as the au pair with the French family in Paris, but now, with little if any French expected of her, Nellie was quite indifferent to the language.

Since both George and Madam Andre spoke perfect English (with accents, of course), there was no need for Nellie to learn another word. She could always point with her index finger if she needed something from a Frenchman, the way many foreigners do, especially the British.

"She's very pretty," he replied.

Madam Andre turned on her heel. "Oh, she is, is she?"

George glanced up. "Jealous, eh?"

She laughed. "What, may I ask, should I be jealous of? What could that little wench do that I cannot do, George?"

He was silent for a while. She turned again, wiping her floured hands on her apron. "Did you hear my question, George?"

"Huh?"

"George!"

"Yes, Madam Andre," he said, nearly standing while looking around as if something had happened. "What?"

"I asked you a question, did I not?"

"I don't think I heard it. Would you mind repeating it, Madam Andre?"

"George, you are impossible."

"That is not a question. That is a statement."

She laughed. "You are so very clever George. You should be master of some great house."

"I am master of this one." He sipped from his wine, looking over the rim of the glass, and winked at her.

Madam Andre folded up the dough. She wrapped it in a damp cloth and kneaded it once more for good luck. Then she made the symbolic French gesture of spitting over her left shoulder before taking the wrapped dough and placing it in the bottom of the stone refrigerator, which was actually a natural earthen storehouse in the rear of the great kitchen.

"What is she taking so long for upstairs, George?"

"You are too impatient, woman," he said.

She scoffed. "If I trusted you, I'd send you to find out."

"She'll be down, I'm sure of it."

Upstairs in her private bath, Nellie was brushing out her long hair. She looked forward to the small private party George had planned to celebrate her third month on the new job.

Madam Andre had baked a small French cake and George had promised her a fine old wine from the vast cellars under the chateau. Of course, there would be pretty flowers, because the chateau gardens produced so many wonderful blooms. The whole place sometimes resembled a picture spread in a garden magazine. There were always freshly cut flowers all over the house.

Nellie put on a special pair of high spike heels, which Melissa had insisted on buying for her. She wore a tiny French brassiere, which accentuated her thrusting, ripe breasts. Her panties were very brief, silky and transparent in the crotch, revealing much of her lovely buttocks, which were plump and curvy. She wore sexy nylons with a tiny, lacy garter belt to hold them up. And over all of this, she wore a new pale yellow chiffon gown.

She used her new atomizer, another gift from Melissa Staunton, with the new fragrance from the town of Grasse, to spray her brassiere, her nylons and her panties. Nellie tried making up her eyes with mascara, but she never really knew how to apply it without making a mess, so she gave up the idea.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she decided she'd never seen anything lovelier. Her smile was radiant, happy, full of inner pride. She'd done it! She run away from a home she'd hated. She'd found happiness!

"Hello everybody," she grinned, entering the kitchen.

Both George's and Madam Andre's eyes popped. They clapped their hands and grinned.

"You're beautiful!"

"You're lovely!"

"Happy anniversary," said George, lighting candles on the tiny cake.

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.

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.