Chapter Six
The next week Elaine invited Annie and Lydia to the apartment, and Lydia suggested they bring along two other "swingers". These turned out to be Francine and Mary. Francine was tall, brunette, and slim. Mary's hair was a strawberry blond, and her breasts -- unhampered by a bra -- were full and ripe, swelling amply under a purple jersey top that emphasized the jutting nipples. She was shorter than she seemed -- her heavy breasts gave her presence a force that compensated for her lack of height. Her eyes were a weak sea-blue, and her skin tanned. Her thick, sensuous lips were free of lipstick; they were almost brown. She was constantly chewing at her lower lip with her upper front teeth and at her upper lip with her lower teeth.
Both of the girls were young, probably the same age or near; neither could be over thirty. Both were extraordinarily feminine -- Francine in a more ladylike way, Mary in a sultry, rawly sexual way.
All four of the guests were introduced to Claude, who took his dessert with them. The women were charmed by him and they talked freely; Claude seemed to enjoy their company. Even Elaine, Irene noted, was on good behavior, though it was becoming more and more clear to the child's mother that her lover detested the boy. Yet, each time she told herself she would take him and leave Elaine, she realized again that she did not have the strength to make the first move. Her behavior patterns had been frozen, she reflected, when Terry had left her.
She sent Claude to his room soon after the last of the coffee was finished, before hints of the orgy about to begin could be dropped. Her concern for disguise was ridiculous, she guessed, and she did not know how long she could indulge in the schizophrenia of pretending that Claude did not know, when daily his eyes told her he did. At least she had not lost his sympathy -- not yet -- for, though he could not say anything, his look made it clear that he sided with his mother and hated Elaine. In the way that a child has of softening a truth he must face, he blamed Elaine alone for the way he was treated.
Mary's arms had already gone above her head by the time Claude shut the door to his room. The jersey moved up and exposed her mocha-tinted diaphragm. Then the full breasts, the nipples a deep ebony, hardened by the friction of the jersey as it passed over them.
The girl undid her pants and stepped quickly out of them. Her legs were lean, though the flesh on the thigh jiggled as she slid the panties down past her heels. Her hair was copper-colored and thick.
Irene was busy laying a huge fluffy blanket on the floor, but Elaine was already half-nude, clad only in bra and panties, standing with legs straddled, leaning against a wall.
Lydia was reaching behind herself to undo the clasp of her bra. She gave up and asked Irene to help her. Irene could not keep her hands from moving around to Lydia's breasts, to nab the nipples down until they seemed as hard as stones. When one hand rested on Lydia's hard, flat stomach, the older woman pushed it down toward her bikini panties. Irene, taking the initiative now, slipped her hand under the elastic of the sheer garment. Lydia's pubic hair bristled like wool against her fingertips, and she probed eagerly for her clitoris. Her other hand moved inside the panties from the back, and she scooped a handful of buttock meat before moving around to Lydia's front. Then her index finger moved down across the pouting lips to the slot itself. It wagged inside, and Lydia moved her legs closer together as she stood to maximize the pressure of the bone inside her hole. She was warm and dry inside, but Irene's finger drew moisture as it slid back and forth, bending at the knuckle. Lydia reached behind her and followed the curve of Irene's hip with her hand, forcing Irene to spread her legs when a tickling sensation overcame her cunt.
Annie's mouth was at Mary's unshaved underarm, the brown hair webbed together in a tuft. The big woman was licking at the hidden skin with the end of her tongue; her hand hesitated at Mary's rounded belly before the fingers sank to her cunt. She teased the lips with her fingertips, while both of Mary's hands were flattened against her own chest.
Elaine had strapped on the flesh-colored dildo that she had often pushed into Irene. Irene watched out of the corner of her eye as her lover lay on her back, legs spread wide apart, waiting impatiently as Francine, stark naked, tried to hoist herself onto the plastic. The girl's fingers were wrapped around the staff and she was squirming to fit the head inside her hole. She grunted as the first inch passed inside; Elaine had not allowed the girl time to become excited, to lubricate herself. Elaine pushed up and filled the girl with several more inches of the instrument, and the girl moaned as she raised her arms and threw back her head, reacting to the difficulty of the insertion. Elaine grabbed both arms tightly at the wrists and held her stationary on the cock until it had slipped all the way inside her cunt.
Lydia and Irene were sitting facing each other, their legs stretched out at each other's sides. The older woman was rolling Irene's breast in her palm, seemingly fascinated by the resilience of the muscle. She rubbed the dark round circles until they were stiff, and Irene's breathing began to keep time with the rhythm of her stroking.
She slid her ass against the floor and jammed her hips against Lydia's. Her hand swept down the curve of the other woman's thigh, and her finger easily parted the folds of skin at the entrance to her cunt. The walls clung tightly to the finger as it moved back and forth, while her thumb massaged the clitoral nub.
She felt Lydia's hands at the back of her head, drawing her closer. Lydia's tongue was cool against her own, and the tip swirled against the inside of her cheek while the lips twisted together. Irene was so excited by the tenderness of the kiss that she could not be sure which was her mouth and which Irene's. She was breathing hard and trying to push her tongue further down, trying to enter Lydia's throat, trying to swallow as Lydia tried to swallow her. Lydia's hand squeezed her breast, and she pushed herself deeper into the vise. Lydia's thumb and finger were tweaking the nipple, and her other hand was rubbing Irene's mound.
In the corner of the room, Elaine had succeeded in working Francine to a fever pitch, and the girl swooped down in alternate strokes on the fake prick just as quickly as she rode up the tool, almost losing it in her excitement.
Mary and Annie were both on their backs, their legs spread out from the joined centers of their bodies like the arrows of an asterisk. Both were pumping, their buttocks slamming against the blanket-covered floor, rolling their labial skin inside the tufts of pubic hair. Mary was squealing as she ground her hips into the floor, her body rocking from side to side.
Irene found she could fit more than one finger into Lydia's asshole when the woman's insides were oiled to a froth. She twisted her hand at the wrist and stretched the wails. Then she drove the fingers deep inside and kept them there, not withdrawing them when Lydia expected her to. Lydia's ass jumped with the beat Irene had missed, and her pelvis rolled in a spasm of such force that the fingers were almost ejected.
When Irene knew she was about to cum -- the tingle rolling in waves through her while her body undulated with the pumping of Lydia's fingers -- her other arm reached behind Lydia and her fingers gathered and scratched the skin as she pulled the woman closer to her. She let herself fail back against the blanket, and Lydia followed her, kicking her legs behind her as she jammed her stomach hard against Irene's fingers. As the orgasm filled her, Irene's fingers slipped out of the woman's box and shoved hard against the clitoral ridge, and Lydia's body jerked wildly up off the floor as she came.