And it was Lydia who stood, when the tray was empty but for a few crumbs, and walked toward Irene. Irene tingled when the woman's hand curled over the roundness of her own shoulder. As she moved, she was conscious of her tit growing stiff at no more stimulation than the rustle of the flesh against her brassiere -- and the psychological stimulation of Lydia's sexual approach.
She had been appalled at the older woman's lack of delicacy, but, even so, "swinging" seemed much easier than she had supposed. She wondered whether heterosexual swapping went so smoothly, but did not have much chance to puzzle over the problem.
"Well, dear," Lydia said softly, as if she were speaking to a child, "why don't we go upstairs to the guest room?" The words broke her reverie and excited her, "Elaine and Annie will want to use the master bedroom."
Irene was impressed by the house. The stairway was elegant, even grand. When she was confronted by luxury, she was almost resentful that she had been deprived of it all her life. Her feelings were something like those of a wife whose husband has been unsuccessful.
"You can put your things in the closet. Later, when we switch, I'll join Elaine in my room, and Annie will come in here." Irene restrained herself from looking at Lydia's body now. Instead she undressed quickly. She would have time enough to fondle the bone-china nudity. At first she had heard the rustle of clothing across the room, but now the silence told her that Lydia was naked. The light switch made no sound, but the room was suddenly dark, lit only by the line of light that intruded from under the bedroom door. She enjoyed the feeling of the shaggy thick carpet on her bare feet as she walked gracefully to the bed, tension coiled in her limbs.
Lydia had already strapped a huge rubber dildo across her stomach. The fake erection pointed toward the ceiling; it was three shades pinker than the woman's skin. She lay fiat on her back, but her arms reached up for Irene. They began instantly to knead and remold the soft flesh. They were expert. Irene was conscious only for the first few moments of the considerable obstacle of the rubber cock. Her first instinct was to touch it, but her fingers grew tired of the lack of response, and within seconds she was combing through Lydia's pubic hair. Soon she had found the clitoris, and she was stroking the button into erection. Her index poked inside the hole and withdrew covered with moisture, which she wiped off on the purplish labial folds.
Lydia, more aggressive than she would have guessed, had pinned her down to the mattress within a few minutes, and was aiming the head of the dildo against the lips of her cunt. Lydia spread her own legs wide and squirmed so that the base of the prick touched her own clitoris. Irene was not sure whether she wanted to begin the coupling then, and she tried to divert her lover by fondling the woman's breasts. She opened her mouth and cupped both hands behind Lydia's head and brought her closer, down against her, so that the bodies were parallel. The end of the dildo slid against the bedspread and between Irene's buttocks, which tingled at the touch of the cool rubber.
Their tongues fought inside their joined mouths. Irene's lips ached with the pressure and the scratching of Lydia's teeth as she tried to lead. Her fingers, stroking gently Irene's left breast, closed in on the tissue. Her fingernail grazed the surface of the already stiff nipple, and Irene groaned, signaling her pleasure by squeezing a pocket of flesh at the older woman's waist, just above her hipbone.
Lydia was lifting her legs now, bending forward to take their weight on her shoulders. She pushed up, and Irene's ass cheeks left the bed. Her partner's head was nuzzled between her sprawled thighs, and her mouth was just inches from the damp cavity. She curled her ankles around each other and waited for the taste of the other's tongue. Lydia's forefinger moved inside her, stroking steadily and gently, while her tongue licked methodically at the clit. The index peeked between her buttocks, hut did not come close to the rectum. Irene, enjoying the closeness of finger to asshole, squeezed her cheeks together and rolled her cunt against Lydia's face. Lydia was down on her in a second, not missing a beat in the rhythm.
Her tongue crept inside Irene's cunt, while Lydia's finger rolled and teased the clitoris. Lydia's head bobbed, and Irene smiled, gasping when the tongue moved down between the buttocks and Lydia tried to ram her mouth between the cheeks. Irene groaned, twisting her body just as Lydia's finger bore down hard on the genital button.
"Let me cum in you," said the older woman, with authority; the words were a statement, not a plea. She slowly moved Irene's limbs off her shoulders, lowering them gently to the bed. Irene squeezed her buttocks together again, noting that her anal hole was still wet with the other woman's spit. She was hot enough now to want the mammoth dildo inside of her.
Lydia was pushing the rounded head of it against the clit, stroking the pliable organ and fingering the inside of Irene's cunt until the lining was fully lubricated. Then she hunched forward and shoved. Irene groaned with pleasure is the first inch of thick rubber moved between the folds of glistening cunt. She forced the muscles together around the prick, relishing the entry, but she let herself relax so Lydia could slip all the way inside. Each new stroke made her feel more moist inside. She reached for Lydia's buttocks and found them, tight and small, with no unnecessary flesh. She squeezed hard, but the muscles fought back. She moved a hand to the base of her spine and rubbed the small of her back. Lydia stopped in midstroke and opened her eyes, staring into Irene's; "You're good, awfully good." She was almost breathless from her exertions, but there was no real surprise in her voice. "You know that, don't you?" Irene giggled, showing her teeth in the grin, and Lydia drifted lazily back into the pattern of thrust and counterthrust.
Irene, pleased by the compliment, was determined to please her lover even more. She reached down to the other's crotch and rolled her thumb over her clitoris, damp and erect. She pulled the skin away from the mesh of tissue and hair and then let it spring back. She repeated the maneuver until Lydia's strokes, in response, were wore complicated and even exotic.
Once she had half the length of the cock inside Irene, Lydia would roll her stomach in a full circle, stretching the cunt walls, and then slip all the way inside, riveting her. She would withdraw slowly, making each inch of loss cause a wave of longing through Irene's sex, until finally she was almost outside; then she would push forward again.
When Irene's hips had begun to grind out their own circling rhythm, Lydia pulled out all the way and brandished the rubber head against the bloated clit. Fiercely Irene grabbed for the prick and forced it back inside, thrusting her belly upward to receive it.
Her own hands, moist with the juice of Lydia's pussy, smeared the latter's upper arm as she came, cheating the older woman of an orgasm -- almost. When Irene had relinquished the prick, Lydia took hold of the base and rubbed the edge against her own clit until she came too, her body writhing and almost collapsing on top of Irene, who was squirming, greedy for multiple orgasms. Lydia was satisfied and even exhausted after the first wave, but she pushed and pushed until the girl seemed thoroughly satisfied and able to cum no more.
When the sounds of their breathing had subsided, Lydia suggested they go down the hall to the other room. "Won't they...?" Irene let her voice trail off. She felt awkward when Lydia giggled.
"And what if they are?" laughed the other.
They were. Annie had not bothered to shut the door -- or perhaps it was an invitation. Lydia walked into the bedroom she shared with her lover, but Irene, almost shocked, stood at the threshold and watched the two thrashing bodies cover and reveal each other in movement. She felt some pain watching Elaine make love to another woman; yet at the same time she felt excitement, because she knew that in a few minutes she would be touching those large, soft breasts with the huge round nipples, pure red, the nipple hard and pointing out like a cow's tit.