She opened her eyes, and her lips came slightly apart. Annie's eyes were open at first, but the lids closed over the hazel of the irises as she drilled her lips to Irene's. Irene did not respond. She was surprised that Annie did not try to enter her half-open mouth with her tongue, but seemed satisfied to roll her lips against Irene's while she felt for Irene's breast with her right hand.
Annie's touch was rougher than her lover's had been. Though Irene admired Lydia's body, she found Annie's more exciting. Her breasts were enormous; they swept across her own and buried them. Her pubic area was a broad valley of hair and labial skin that hung out, waiting to be massaged. It was natural for her fingers to reach inside and stroke the walls of the big woman's cunt.
Annie moved down, and Irene wished that she would finger her. She was tired of being sucked off, and she would have preferred the movement of Annie's fingers. But Annie did not intend to take Irene's sex into her mouth -- not yet. She held her own breast in her right hand and aimed it at Irene's nestle of pubic hair. When the aureole slid over her clitoris, Irene groaned. The gasp was followed by a smile and a low giggle. "Do that again..." she asked, but Annie was already moving the nipple back over the clit, which grew larger. Annie leaned over, and her body lay across Irene's now. She pressed her breast against the cunt flesh, her ear touching Irene's thigh, as if she were aiming a stethoscope to a patient's heart. She forced the nipple inside tile cleft, which was covered with a thick, oily essence Annie released her breast at the same moment that Irene closed her legs together around the boob and squeezed it with her thighs, bringing the tit to a sharper point.
Annie shoved her hand in beside the breast, and two of her fingers slipped easily inside while her thumb worked Irene's clitoris over, smoothing it down with the cream that had exuded from her cunt. Irene grabbed her wrist and rubbed her own thumb over the inside, stroking Annie's hand beat-for-beat with the movement of Annie's fingers.
"You're so soft," Annie said, without interrupting the fingering. "Your cunt is like jelly." She blew warm air against Irene's thigh, then brushed her lips against the hairless skin there, Irene thrust her pelvis forward, not asking for more pressure, hut simply releasing the energy that was building up inside her. She let her body rein and almost go limp as Annie continued.
"Did you like Lydia?"
"She's very good."
"Very good," Annie replied, almost admonishing her for the faint praise.
"Yes, very good," Irene said softly, stubbornly, though Lydia had been more than merely good.
"Elaine..." Annie stopped herself. She looked up at Lydia. Her hand stopped moving in midstroke, and for some reason the walls clamped down on the fingers at that moment, holding them in a tight vise of flesh.
Irene was puzzled, but not really curious. She felt a strange detachment from Annie, which she had not felt with Lydia. "What were you going to say?" Her voice was gentle but firm, almost a dare.
Annie was staring at her with the curiosity Irene had refused to show. "How long have you been with her?" Irene's cunt muscles relaxed.
"Two years."
"That's a long time."
"Yes, it is."
"She's very good in bed."
"Yes. I know." Irene was growing impatient -- or was she merely afraid of what Annie would say next? Something was on the woman's mind.
"She's awfully rough," Irene made no move to answer her. "I wouldn't guess that she's very good to you." She watched as Irene's eyelids covered her irises. Irene concentrated on showing no expression; she felt peculiarly vulnerable.
"All right, then," Annie sighed, "I'm sorry."
She had only meant well, Irene reminded herself. "Don't be," she said, her voice full of reassurance. Annie laughed and withdrew her fingers from Irene's cunt. Slowly she brought the glistening bones to her face. They were a half-inch from her nostrils, which flexed as she breathed in the female scent. The fingertips moved closer to the upper lip, streaking it with the glossy lubricants. Then she opened her mouth and licked greedily at the fluid, drowning it in her own saliva, overwhelming the acid with alkaline in her mouth. She reached down to her own cunt. Her eyebrows moved as though she were curious to find something.
The tips of her long, thick fingers disappeared inside the hole. When she pulled them out, they were wet. Her ass sank down against Irene's stomach. She was poised on her haunches, not letting her weight settle on her partner. She tantalized Irene with the smell, just out of reach of Irene's tongue. She turned her hand toward herself and touched her wrist to Irene's chin. Irene reached for the fingers, held tightly together, and her tongue extended from her mouth to start licking furiously.
The rest of her body was impatient for sexual contact. With the inside of her other hand, Annie began rubbing the sweaty sex, twisting the lips as they hung loose. "Easy," she cautioned, as Irene's hand circled around her waist and dug for the asshole, which was sore. She held herself still while the finger probed for the sphincter tissue, which it nudged carefully apart. Annie squatted down on the finger, devouring it with her dry hole, which hugged tight around the intrusion.
When she pulled it out, she wiped the thin layer of oil in Annie's bush. With the finger's retreat, her asshole reacted with a spasm, and Annie jabbed her stomach against Irene's rolling her pubic hair against her partner's until Irene stuffed two fingers inside her cunt.
She followed Irene's lead. Her forefinger was pushing forward inside the woman's vagina, while her index finger had moved away from it and under the pubic arch. The finger nudged between the buttocks and immediately shoved its way inside the rectum, which was warm and only slightly moist. The walls gave way as she tried to move her finger all the way up to the inside of Irene's stomach.
The two fingers tried to move toward each other instinctively, as if they were trying to drive the two holes into one gaping vault, breaking the barrier of flesh and muscle between them. They surged forward inside Irene at the same time, and when they moved out Irene moaned softly, thrusting her pelvis forward to receive the next assault.
Irene started to massage her own thighs, ridding herself of the tension that filled her body by clawing her own flesh, trying to press even more sensation into herself. She kneaded and twisted and rolled the skin, scratching it until she drew slight trickles of blood, while Annie's two fingers moved inside of her like two prongs of the same sharp hook.
She brought her leg up toward Annie, and she pushed the knee into the fork between the other woman's legs. Annie, still kneading, rubbed her pussy against the knee until her clitoris felt as though it would burst, and the orgasm passed through her. Irene pumped wildly, wanting to have her orgasm at the same moment as Annie. She was impaled on the two thin sticks, and she writhed from side to side just before she forced her stomach up and against the first finger -- and her anus -- in the next stroke, deep down against the second. She had almost buried the index inside her asshole.
It was so deep inside the anal tract that Annie could not pull it out, and only the wrenching movement of Irene's hips as they swung out and twisted wildly freed the finger. Irene waited for it to slip inside again, and the rectum's muscles opened in a quick spasm, but she was moving her body so fast that Annie could only stroke the inside of her cunt, which opened and closed in waves. Her body moved like a jagged blur, and Annie stuffed four fingers inside the hole in one of the dilations, rolling the fingertips against one wall, but finally Irene slowed her body, and it began to undulate at low speed, until her orgasm was done. Annie's had been over for seconds, but she was still rotating her stomach so that Irene's fingers could scour the inside of her cunt. Her hand floated down over Irene's breast and cupped the mound in her hand. The tit had gone soft; and Irene's only movement was the rise and fall of her chest as it vibrated with her exhausted breathing.