She was to wait less time than she expected. Lydia was standing at the side of the bed. Somehow it seemed perfectly natural that she move down on the bed itself, natural in a way that Irene would not herself feel. But before Lydia even touched one of the two women, she gestured for Irene to come closer, to come toward her.
She hesitated at the side of the bed. The two bodies were active, rolling over each other and changing positions so often as to give the impression that the two lesbians were giving a demonstration of love making techniques. They were so absorbed in the coupling that Irene wondered if they knew that either she or Lydia had entered the room.
She got her answer when Elaine, now on her back, looked deep into her eyes. There was a soft come-hither look that gratified her, and she felt no awkwardness in climbing into the bed, a tangle of disarranged sheets and blankets. She reached immediately for her lover's body, but Elaine was moving so quickly, so violently, she lost hold and had to seize another part of her -- this time her breast, exposed when Annie, above her, turned her body to form a right angle with Elaine's, so that Lydia could pull her buttocks apart and ream her with her tongue.
Elaine was reaching out toward her. She felt the weight of flesh behind her. The bed was throbbing with the four bodies pushing and pumping and stroking. Someone's hands were under her, rubbing the insides of her thighs and making her squat down and ram her cunt against the fingertips. She rolled her palm over Elaine's breast and slithered against her body until she was kissing her with all of her mouth, licking her lips and even her cheeks and chin, biting at her lips with teeth and still kneading the breast.
Someone's mouth smeared wetly against the back of her hand as she was sticking two fingers inside Elaine's cunt. A single finger slid between the hairy space between cunt and anus and spread the moisture between the two orifices. One finger pushed inside the small hole and then pulled back out, unplugging her with such force that she felt she was being uncorked.
But finally it was Elaine and Annie completing what they'd begun, their bodies curled into the sixty-nine position. They were tangled together, their spines arched and their bodies hunched into each other's curves, and they were sucking and snorting loudly on each other's cunt. Annie was below Elaine now, and Elaine was moving her head from side to side, pushing her lip against the deep pink cunt folds and blowing inside the narrow crevice, poking the lazy clitoris with her finger.
Lydia had embraced Irene, and she was squeezing her so that their breasts came together. The older woman took one of her breasts in hand and led the nipple against her own, the palm still against the soft curved underside of the breast while the tits became harder in stages, until both came to sharp jutting points.
Her limbs moved apart and she braced herself for Lydia's touch; the latter's hand had been moving gracefully, with delicate pressure, up her thighs, and only now, as Irene arched her spine, did she feel two of the fingers dip inside her pussy, which had begun to dry inside. The muscles were tight, and they grabbed the bones with contraction as tense as if they had been forced inside the anus.
Lydia was wrapping her legs around and then under Irene, so that the heels pushed up into the pillows of the younger woman's ass. Her hands reached behind -- both were sitting up, their bodies crumpled together -- and separated the cheeks, the fingers pointing just inside, toward the hole.
Irene brought her mouth against Lydia's and traced her tongue slowly, contemplatively, over her lower lip. At the corner of the woman's mouth the tongue tip fell inside and brushed the edge of her heavy tongue; it awakened Lydia's tongue, which started to move like a healthy animal against Irene's. Lydia stroked Irene's cheek with her fingertips, and the manicured nail of her index finger followed the spiral of her ear. Finally she pulled her mouth away from Irene's prodding tongue and licked at the lobe, then moved inside. She moved her tongue in a slow circle at first, but rapidly the pressure became more intense, and her wet stroking was more sloppy as she moistened the folds of the neck. Lydia's palm circled over Irene's breast until the friction over her aureole was like a coital thrust, exciting her, making her grab Lydia's flesh like a madwoman.
Lydia's hands moved down the swelling outline of her hips and then the fingers moved inside toward the bushy triangle. Ten fingers worked over the exposed tissue, already moist with spread cunt lubricant. She pulled at the shreds of skin until the hole dilated from the inside, and Lydia forced four fingers inside at once. When the sides of the cunt contracted, she kept the fingers in, twisting them, while her other fingers swept across the surface of the clit. She moved her hand out of the pussy and rubbed the moisture that remained on the bed of tightly curled pubic hair.
"Suck it... yes, that's it... suck it..." The voice was Annie's, and Irene tensed, her mind and even her body distracted for a moment by the sounds of Elaine's mouth on Annie's cunt.
Squeezing her buttocks, Lydia had gone down on her again, and the steady stroking of her wet tongue made Irene throb again, her blood pulsing through her pelvis and stomach as she ground her body in rhythmic response to the neat manipulations of Lydia's tongue. The side of Lydia's slim, delicate hand had moved under her and was slicing the ass cheeks apart. The side of her forefinger touched the rectum and ran against it, but she was already aiming, and her rear moved away from the hand as she beat out the orgasm with her whole body, stapling her arms behind her on the bed yet bending her spine so she was an arc of flesh and skin. Her legs moved further and further apart so that Lydia's mouth could rivet her to the orgasm that was making her cunt open and shut faster than her heart could beat.
When it was over, she felt a slight chill that started at the base of her neck and spread to her collarbones. Her forehead was covered with sweat that made her skin glow, and she rolled her cheek against her shoulder as a cat might. Absent-mindedly she touched the side of her leg, and she was damp even there.
Annie and Elaine had cum before them. Annie was on her back, her head turned listlessly toward Irene and her own lover so that she could watch the last of the younger woman's orgasm. Elaine was sitting up, slouching, so that her belly showed two creases of fat and her breasts looked sloppy as they hung. Her legs were folded beneath her, and she looked neither pleased nor displeased as she stared at Irene.
She reached out not toward Irene, but to Lydia. She touched the woman on her shoulder, then moved her hand lower and squeezed the flesh around the upper arm. Lydia did not stir, but she obviously enjoyed the contact. Her chin was wet with the moisture from Irene's pussy. She had undone her hair from the bun in which it had been fastened, and the healthy brunette silk, speckled with gray, obscured her shoulders and, when she moved her head to face Elaine, the beginning of the slope toward her perfect breasts.
"I think we should leave your friend with my friend, don't you?" Lydia said brightly, but Elaine did not smile as she stood and walked toward the door.
Lydia followed her, and Irene could not help but admire the firmness of her buttocks as she walked across the room. She closed her eyes when she felt Annie's dry hands around her sweaty waist, and she relaxed against the sheet. Annie let herself down lightly. She knew that Annie's breasts and stomach and legs were parallel with her own, but she did not feel the weight, only the friction, as Annie supported her own weight on her open hands.