"When was the first time you knew?" Ella Randall reemerged from the bathroom, a dixie cup full of mouthwash in her hand. She gargled at the threshold between the bedroom and the john.
She was naked. Claude watched her body, the slight movement of flesh as she stood, her head back. Her tits were hard, and her cunt was wet – she had just showered, and the towel had left behind beads of water on the silky hair. She turned and he could hear her inside the bathroom. She came out again, her hands at her sides, the fingers moving puppet-like. She was nervous, more nervous than when they had begun the affair, he noticed.
"A couple of years ago. That was when I started putting it together."
"Was Elaine always that bad?"
"Not at first, I guess. At least I didn't hate her, then." He thought a moment. "I don't know, really. I can't remember when I liked her, if I ever did."
"They've been together a couple of years?"
"Yeah."
Ella eased down on the bed. She pressed her toes against the rug and leaned back. Her fingers ran down the center of his smooth chest. "You don't have to be with them, you know."
Claude's expression was quizzical. "What do you mean?"
"You must have relatives. Someone who would help you. The courts would agree in a second."
"It would hurt Mom. I wouldn't want to do that." He waited a moment. "Besides, that would mean I hate what I am. I like it with guys. So what's so wrong if my mother likes it with women?"
Ella wondered at his hard, tough character. Her hand swept across his stomach, and the cock, which she had brought to orgasm two times before this afternoon, began to spring to life. She dosed her fist around the prick and gently rubbed. She tightened the grip, and his penis became less rubbery.
She went down on him, bringing her legs up to the bed and stretching them out as she took the scrotum in her mouth. The wet switch of the tongue against the balls excited him, and he jammed the prick forward against her cheeks while she drilled the hidden base of the shaft with her lower teeth…
"Mrs. Parkins?" Irene nodded.
"My name is Ella Randall, I'm Claude's teacher."
"Oh, yes," Irene replied enthusiastically, extending her hand. "Claude mentions you often. He says you've really helped him with his math." She paused for a moment. "That isn't why you've come, is it? He isn't still having trouble with it. He said he was improving…"
Ella shook her head and smiled. She looked about the apartment for details that would flesh out Claude's stories of his childhood and adolescence. On the whole, it looked to be a normal household. She glanced at the face of her watch. She reminded herself that she must leave before either Elaine or Claude returned home for dinner. She didn't want him to think she was conspiring against him. Lately she had almost begun to fear his reactions to things she would say or do. His reactions were almost always surprising – and almost always intense. There was a genuineness to his feelings that complemented the force of his convictions.
"Claude seems to be an awfully unhappy child," she said, and she realized instantly that she had stated her case too quickly and too abruptly. She tried to stifle her sense of failure with curiosity as to how the shock treatment would work on Irene Parkins. She settled into the couch and crossed her legs. Irene had asked her whether she wanted coffee, and she had said yes, but now Claude's mother leaned against an upholstered chair and sat down. She stared at her tap and then faced Ella.
"I…" She stopped. Her eyes seemed to be appealing to Ella, and the teacher responded with empathy.
"Perhaps I was too abrupt, Mrs. Parkins."
Irene looked away, lost in thought. "I've tried…" Her voice trailed off. "Is he… very unhappy?"
"I don't think that he is consciously so. He seems very well-adjusted to his situation here. But certain things he has said – if I can take the liberty of saying this; please understand that I am not here in any official capacity, but only as Claude's friend – indicate that this is not a usual living arrangement."
Irene's face went a deep pink. She groped for words, her heart beating fast. Ella could trace the agony in the movement of her tightening lips as they twisted against each other.
"Do you think it would be better if he were… somewhere else?"
Irene Parkins was more receptive than she had hoped.
The picture Claude had painted of his mother's relationship to Elaine must have been reasonably true.
The dominant "butch" lesbian and weak, compliant Irene Parkins.
"There are facilities, of course. Where he could get therapy to work out some of his problems. If you want, I could make an investigation into those schools. Some are state-run, and they wouldn't cost you anything. You could see Claude as often as you wished. It wouldn't be as if you were losing each other." She paused. She did not realize she was wringing her hands as she spoke to Claude's anguished mother. "It might help your own situation."
"I'll think about it, Mrs. Randall, I will. I promise you that."
"Yes?" Ella put the receiver to her ear and placed the paperback down on the nightstand. It was Saturday morning, and the sunlight was blocked by the Venetian blinds. She looked at the alarm clock. It was eleven; there were things she had to do today.
"Mrs. Randall, this is Elaine Webberman. I live with Irene Parkins." The voice was stern, even defiant.
"Yes." Ella nodded, her eyes cast down as she tried to anticipate the next step in the conversation.
"I have to see you."
"What about?" Ella realized at once that her own response had been too harsh. She was determined to agree to the meeting, in any case.
"It's about Claude." There was a pause. "But you know that."
"Yes. I see. Do you want to come here?"
"Will that be all right?" The lesbian, obviously relieved, was almost amiable.
"Certainly. Can you come in about an hour?"
Ella fidgeted away the time between the telephone call and Elaine's arrival. She wondered what the woman would be like, tried to guess the appearance from her slightly gruff telephone voice. Irene Parkins had been surprisingly "normal" in appearance.
She was surprised that Irene Parkins' lover was attractive as a woman. She took care to de-emphasize her femininity, but the lines of her body were full and graceful. Her facial features were strong and well crafted; her skin was good.
"Come in, please," Ella offered and stepped back as the tall woman moved inside her apartment. "Sit down." Ella found the nearest chair and sat tense while Ella asked if she wanted anything to drink. She shook her head.
"All right," Ella said, sitting on the couch and facing her across a coffee table. "If there's anything I can do, I told Irene I would be glad to help. I'm really only interested in the child and what is best for him – whatever that turns out to be."
"I don't want Claude sent away, if that's what you mean."
Ella did not hide her concern. "Why not? If I can be quite frank, you haven't shown him a great deal of love yourself, and you've opposed his mother's efforts to shelter him from certain facts of life."
"Claude needs his mother. And I need his mother. We may not be a particularly happy family, but we're a family. There is no real reason we should be apart. What we're doing is not against the law."
"There are statutes that do cover situations in which the morals of a minor are corrupted." Ella tried to sound as unthreatening as possible; Elaine could not know it, but she had no wish to go out on a limb. She saw an essential difference in her relationship with the boy.
Elaine sulked. Her eyes were glassy with unreleased tears when she exchanged glances with Ella Randall. "I am afraid…" Her voice broke. "I am afraid… I will lose Irene."
"Why? Are you sure? Perhaps things will be better. Why not think of it that way?"
The woman in the chair was almost hysterical, "Because… I'm afraid, don't you see that?"
"Yes, I guess I do." Ella rubbed her tongue against her lips. She felt embarrassed at Elaine's pain.
"There's really no reason for me to take up any more of your time," Elaine said, standing.
"No. It's really all right. If you want to stay longer, I'd be glad… if you want to." She felt pity for the woman, and if there were anything she could do to reduce her discomfort, she would have done it.
Elaine moved closer to her, her eyes absorbing Ella's sympathy. Her arms shivered at her sides as she sobbed out her pain. Ella opened her arms and embraced her, patting her head and shoulders as the woman leaned, crying, against her.
The first pressure of the fingertips against her back alarmed her. That she found the sensation pleasant alarmed her even more. Her tits went hard against the pressure of the huge cones Elaine pressed against them as she hugged her.
Her eyes widened with shock as Elaine fell to her knees and pushed away her loose skirt with her hands. One hand grasped Ella's ass cheek and squeezed it for support while she jammed her mouth to the crotch of the nylon panties. Ella tried to keep herself from feeling the tongue as it wiggled over the clitoris. But the nub grew larger against her will. She tried to move out of Elaine's grip, but the woman held on to her ass with all her considerable strength.
The hand that had seized the covered buttocks moved up to the waist of the underpants and jerked them down just as her mouth moved away from the hidden clit. She brought her mouth quickly back to the surface of the cunt, and she rolled her thick upper lip against the clit until it was a small, fleshy stone. She pushed the panties down Ella's slim legs and took tight hold of the ass cheek again.
Though Elaine was not really rough, Ella felt her strength just in the tension of her touch. She was stronger than any woman she'd ever known. When the wet tongue crossed over the naked clit and stroked the puckered labia, she knew she was not going to resist. The tongue moved inside her cunt for a moment, tasting the inside, then withdrew and pushed at the skin beneath the hair. She pulled Ella's labia apart so that she could push her lips into the gap.
Elaine sensed that the fight was over – or, rather, would not develop. She wrapped her arms around Ella's hips and pressed her hand into the small of the teacher's back. The downward pull brought Ella to the couch. She kicked the discarded panties past her ankles, and her legs spread apart, waiting for Elaine's hand to dive between them. One leg dangled off the seat cushion, while the other rested on the couch. She felt her naked butt stick to the leatherette upholstery.
Two hands pushed up under the back of her bra and expertly unclasped it. The fingers rolled under the arms and back to Ella's chest, which they kneaded and remolded while the nipples tingled with the friction of the tips and the nails that rolled over them.
She pushed two fingers against Ella's hole and rolled them side to side over the labia. They pushed back the lips and went beyond the ring of cunt flesh. The walls were dry, but the fingers moved in a single stroke until only the base knuckles remained outside. At first Elaine ran the tips against the walls, and only after a few seconds did she start to run the digits back and forth, up and down the canal, drawing moisture from the tissue and making each thrust easier.
The fingers moved out of the cunt just as Ella began to squirm with the manipulations. Teasingly sloppy, Elaine rubbed the cunt folds with four fingertips, jabbing the clit irregularly. Ella rolled her stomach up to catch the pressure on her button, and Elaine bent the fingers at the knuckle as she teased the mouth of the cunt.
Both hands moved up Ella's still-tense body and massaged the woman's breasts. Ella felt the swelling in her tits each time Elaine's fingers rolled over them. The hands pushed the aureoles down into the flesh, then let them spring back hard and ripe.
Elaine stood to undress. She stepped out of her slacks first. Her pelvis was broad, and the pubic hair – even seen through her panties – was thick, a fuzzy triangle that ended between her legs. The breasts were pillows of flesh capped by solid cherry-red tits.
"Is that the bedroom?" Elaine asked, tilting her head toward the doorway.
"Yes." Ella had never made love to a woman before. The thought of a woman's tongue in her mouth excited her, and suddenly she began to consume the sight of Elaine's body with the same feelings of appreciation she reserved for men – and for Claude.
"Let's go in, then." Elaine, already half-naked, walked to the bedroom, her ass jiggling under Ella's gaze.
"I'll undress you." Elaine said as she moved into a corner and kicked off her shoes.
Ella stood waiting. Naked, Elaine faced her, then stepped behind. Ella quivered as the large fingers played with her breasts, locking her in an embrace from the rear. She knew the outline of the lesbian's belly from the pressure of the body as it jammed into her buttocks. Elaine was pulling the hem of the skirt. Now she closed her eyes as Elaine pushed her muff against her nude bottom. The hair tickled her. Elaine's hands moved around her thighs, and the fingers pulled at the cunt lips, holding them open for a moment before they returned to stroke her ass cheeks.
Elaine released her and moved toward the unmade bed. She pressed her body face-down. Her legs were spread apart, and Ella stared greedily at the wool that pushed back from the vagina's surface. She pushed her index finger against the slot from behind. She almost expected to be burned by the heat there. Instead it was creamy, and the finger easily pushed the flaps aside. The box was moist and warm; Elaine pressed her walls close together around the fingers, but then she moved forward, dislodging them from their berth.
She turned over and sat up, embracing Ella. She touched her mouth to the teacher's, and she noted with amusement the heat of the blush that passed over Ella's face as the tongue invaded her mouth and rolled against her own.
Ella sighed as Elaine drew her chest hard against hers, their tits colliding and stiffening on contact. Ella grabbed at Elaine's hand and squeezed it. Elaine fondled her midriff, just above the navel, and Ella waited for the fingers to go lower, to fill her. The tips ran down the center line of the crevice, around which the lips lazily obscured the hole. The touch of the fingers was light and they brushed over the cunt without pushing inside.
Ella moved her mouth against Elaine's breasts and rubbed her thighs. She bent her body forward, seeking the hairy cunt with her tongue. She licked the folds and battered the clit with her tongue tip until the tiny organ was erect. She covered her lips and sucked in on the button.
Elaine pressed her cunt to Ella's mouth, writhing beneath her. Wrapping her legs around Ella's neck, she covered the teacher's pussy with her mouth. Both women sucked noisily, their tongues stroking. Elaine's fingers pushed in at the hollow of Ella's thighs. Ella gasped; even the slightest pressure felt sharp, intense. She jammed her clit to Elaine's twisting lips as the lesbian's mouth closed.
Elaine's mouth opened under the violent pumping of the crotch. The girl's labia scraped against her teeth, and she licked her tongue, thick with pussy cream, against the roof of her mouth.
Elaine ran her tongue around the small opening, not touching the flesh that hung from the sides of the cunt. Ella groaned and sucked Elaine's flesh in between her teeth.
The stomach jerked under her, and. Elaine was suddenly running into the other room. She returned with her large pocketbook, from which she produced a penis-shaped vibrator, cream-colored, a half-foot long. Elaine pressed a button on the side of the device, activating the batteries, and it started to hum.
Ella looked on amazed. The plastic prick seemed to move slightly in Elaine's hands, though she gripped tightly at it.
Elaine aimed the head of the prick at the folds of her own cunt. She moved it over her clitoris and ground her stomach forward while she pressed in deep. She walked slowly to the bed.
Ella spread her legs apart, hoping the dyke would use it to fuck her. Her buttocks left the bed as she rolled her stomach forward and up, displaying the folds of her cunt as she writhed.
Elaine lay on her stomach while applying the dildo to Ella's pussy. She rolled it over the cleft before Ella's forward thrust took the machine inside. Ella's heels rubbed against the linen as the thing buzzed inside her. She felt the tingle in every part of her body. She moved down on the bed to take it deeper and deeper inside.
Elaine plucked the vibrator out and ran the head over the cunt lips without pushing it back in. Ella yearned for the rod in her cunt, and she reached for it, trying unsuccessfully to pull it from Elaine's hand.
The older woman's breasts fell heavy against her own smaller ones as Elaine crawled up her body. She squatted, rubbing her cunt against Ella's smooth midriff. The vibrator buzzed, inches from Ella's face.
Elaine held it next to the girl's ear, and even the sound made Ella shiver. She brought it to the neck just behind the ear and rolled it against the skin; Ella felt the residual moisture from her cunt.
Now Elaine stroked her cheeks. When the gadget hovered over her mouth, Ella rolled her lips over her teeth. The plastic moved inside the mouth and she tasted her own oils. She tried to follow the moisture around the tube, licking at it in smooth circles, tasting the texture of the plastic below the film. She put her hand against her thigh and thrust her stomach up, feeling Elaine's muff against her skin as she wriggled.
Her mouth was wide open when Elaine slipped the plastic out. The latter rose on her haunches and brought the utensil to her own cunt. Ella watched it plunge inside, sucked in by the cunt muscle. Elaine rolled it over and over, stretching the lining, pushing the tip of it toward her womb. When she pulled it out the muscles smacked loudly from the wet suction.
She started by pressing the plastic head to Ella's clitoris. She rolled the cylinder inside her hand as she scraped the clit with the side of the dildo. She moved it up the center of her body, up the belly and between the plump breasts. Elaine was careful as it pressed Ella's chin and jaw.
Ella sucked at the instrument with her whole mouth, making cracking sounds as she sucked in, meeting the energy of the batteries with the force of her own tongue and cheeks as she mixed her spit with Elaine's juices. The plastic was warm. She brought her hands to her face and clasped Elaine's hand as she pushed it from the base. "Please," she whimpered, rubbing her ass into the mattress.
Elaine pushed her legs apart and jabbed the outside of Ella's cunt with the plastic tip. She held the base against her own clitoris and tried to support her weight on her left palm. The balance was precarious but she managed to shove the prick inside Ella.
Pulling it back for the counter stroke was harder. Ella's cunt had taken hold of it, and the way out was difficult. As soon as she had retrieved all but the first two inches, Ella was thrusting her body up to take it back inside. Elaine's clit tingled, and her walls drooled cunt juice as she pushed down on the flat plastic base.
Ella scratched Elaine's back, as she came, grabbing hold of the organ and bashing it deep inside her with her other hand. Elaine pushed her cunt violently against the side of the girl's fist as she came, the small hole distending as the muscles inside twitched against each other.
Elaine moved the cleft against the cool shaft as her climax ended. She looked down at Ella. The woman's eyes were closed, and her body was heaving. The muscles of the face were loose; Ella was in a satisfied swoon.