"Do you know where he is?" the voice on the telephone sounded slightly drunk.
"No, I'm sorry, I really don't." Ella sat up in bed and turned the switch on the reading lamp. It was half past twelve.
"I thought he might have confided in you. You're his favorite teacher at school," Irene said.
"I wish he had. I only wish he had." Ella could not guess whether Claude had run away or been hurt.
"I've called all the hospitals. And the police."
"He was in class today. Nothing seemed to be wrong."
Ella heard Elaine in the back. "Here, let me take it," the lesbian said in a stage whisper.
"We're sort of waiting, Ella," she began, her tone friendly. "If you'd come over, we'd appreciate it."
"I'm not sure what purpose that would serve."
"If Claude calls, perhaps you can talk to him. If he's run away, he'll be upset with Irene and me."
Still half-asleep, Ella found the argument reasonable, and she was out of her apartment within minutes.
Ella felt giddy and fatigued at the same time; the two sensations merged as she looked toward the wall clock and tried to make out the time. She was not sure how much time had passed. Elaine had handed her a drink while she stood outside the apartment in the doorway, and the three women had been drinking ever since – Elaine and Irene having had a bead start.
Discouraged, her facial expression frozen by the alcohol, Ella leaned back and closed her eyes as the two women continued to suck on her naked breasts. Her tits were rigid, and she sighed as Elaine's teeth rubbed gingerly against the end of the cone. She did not know whose hand was rubbing her cunt and she didn't care, as long as the expert manipulations were making the walls of her pussy throb.
Irene started when she heard a key turn in the door's lock, and when she sprang up Ella knew that it was Elaine's hand that was caressing her clitoris and vagina. Irene picked up her bathrobe from the couch and slipped it over her nude body.
Ella turned to watch Claude enter the room. Elaine seemed unconcerned. The teacher slithered out from under Elaine's weight. The first wave of shock passed over Claude's face and was replaced by an almost wild gleam in his eyes.
Elaine noticed the look immediately. She rose and walked toward the boy. "Why, Claude?" his mother was asking him.
He answered with fatigue. "I just didn't want to come home, Mom. When it got late and I got tired, I came back." He waited a second, staring Elaine up and down.
"I'm sorry."
Irene rushed toward the boy. Her silk robe opened, and she tried to close it as she hugged Claude. Elaine was already on her knees. She pulled at the zipper; his penis was stiff by the time she had moved it through the flaps in his briefs.
The touch of his mother's pubic hair was like an electric shock passing through the inside of the slit, moving through the whole cock. He bucked his hips and tried to move it away from his mother's stomach, but Elaine was pulling on it as she ducked her head between his legs. Her tongue swirled over the scrotum. Claude tensed his legs and inhaled his mother's liquored breath as she weaved against him. He looked at the nearly empty fifth of Scotch on the floor, and then he stared at Ella. His teacher was rubbing her naked buttocks against the floor, rolling her fingertips over her thighs as she thrust her pelvis upwards toward some invisible lover.
Irene jammed her face sloppily against the boy's cheek. Her fingers folded together behind his neck, and she made no effort to pull back when one of her breasts poured from the front of the loose-fitting robe.
His small nipple went stiff as the softness of the breast touched it. Irene wriggled her hips as Elaine, kneeling between the two of them, reached behind her to squeeze her ass cheek tightly. The lesbian's finger moved gently between the globes, and Irene squeezed the cheeks together around it, feeling the bone trapped between the soft flesh.
Ella's eyes were fastened to Claude's. She rose, her breasts bouncing as she walked unsteadily toward the three bodies. Elaine was now behind Claude, her hands reaching around to his hipbone, and she was pulling him down. The steadiness with which she moved, the deliberate force, made Ella realize that however much Elaine had consumed, she was not drunk – or not nearly as drunk as herself. Ella's mouth opened, her tongue moving on the upper fold of pink, re-tasting the whiskey. She breathed in through her mouth, and the taste of the air against her tongue was bitter.
Claude lay on the floor, his arms spread at his sides. Irene had remained standing for a moment, but she stumbled to the floor. Now she had one foot on the carpet and the other leg spread behind her. Her elbow was balanced precariously on the leg in front of her, and she looked like a runner ready to race.
Elaine was running her hand over his fiat, hairless stomach, her forefinger and index separated wide enough to lodge the penis between them. She squeezed the fingers together and Claude gasped with the rush of blood that filled his stomach.
While Elaine, kneeling behind his head, leaned over and touched the tip of her large breast to his mouth, Ella pressed her lips to the thin matting of pubic hair around his cock. She drew her lips apart and whipped the gathered hair with the edge of her tongue, circling through the strands until she tasted the skin beneath.
She tested the firmness of the boy's erection by touching her tongue tip to the shaft at its base. He stirred beneath her and opened his mouth even wider, stuffing inches more of Elaine's breast into his mouth before his teeth clamped down on it.
Ella closed her fist around the prick and jammed the side of her hand against the pubic area at the base. She made a silken swirl with her tongue as she followed the circle of the glans around the organ. Her head bobbed, and she smashed the slit hard with the flat of the tongue, then followed the penis back to the bottom of the shaft, running the edge of the tongue along the middle line of the shaft's flatter side.
Elaine's breasts now streaked across the boy's chest as her mouth moved down his body. Claude turned his head and looked at Ella as she opened her mouth to suck all of him inside. Elaine rolled her tongue in circles over his belly, scratching the inside of his navel with her fingernail.
Irene, buffeted by waves of conflicting sensation, wanting not to be left alone, put her mouth to Ella's back. She detected the shivers that raced down the woman's spine with her tongue and her lips. She felt half-ignored, though, and she pulled Ella's buttocks apart and moved her tongue between them. She smelled the mixed odors of soap and a heavier musk at the sphincter muscle. She rammed her forefinger against the muscle, shoving it forward. The hole was hot. She teased the sphincter, wiggling it back and forth until she could shove the whole finger in. Ella's hips shook with the insertion.
She took a mouthful of Ella's cheeks and grated her teeth lightly against the pocket of flesh. She withdrew her finger and ran the drying film that covered it over the channel between the cheeks, now moist with her saliva.
Claude shifted his stomach as Elaine bit into it, her tongue soothing the skin marked by the imprint of her teeth. Ella moved her head under the scrotum and licked wildly at the few inches of skin between the sac and his anus.
Irene was rubbing her cunt against Ella's lower leg. Her pussy lips wobbled under the friction of the skin, and Ella moved the leg lightly against the hair, feeling the moisture from the cunt itself spread over the lower leg. Irene had started to move her own sweating hand over her breast, pushing the dark aureole back into the softness of the breast flesh. She rolled her head back and smashed her pubic region deeper and harder against Ella's calf, then slithered against the floor and ducked between the teacher's legs.
Ella's cunt was drooling with lubricant. Irene pressed two fingers to the labia and circled around the hole. She stuck the first joints of the fingers inside and pulled them out just as quickly, making Ella groan with the suction. The tips of the fingers moved down between the legs and stroked the rectum.
Claude squirmed between the sandwich of flesh. He was on his knees, pushing Ella to the floor as his mother tried to re-establish contact with the young woman. Elaine put her hands to the boy's stomach and pressed down. He felt a surge of sperm inside his cock. He shoved at Ella's crotch with his prick and she closed her legs around it as he moved between the thighs. He pulled back on the joint and struck again at the outside of the cunt. His cock slipped inside, and her cunt muscles locked around the head. He shoved further forward in one stroke, and now their pubic hairs tangled together as he began to push toward his own orgasm. The violence of the thrusts surprised Ella, who had always found him gentle. He was forcing the head against one wall, and she felt the skin outside the small hole strain and almost rip as he pushed into her. He was fast. She just had time to feel him all the way inside of her when he pulled back and hesitated near the opening, just the head held in the first inch of the organ. She reached for his scrotum and held it inside her hand. She felt the balls rustle against her palm. Claude lunged back into her and started to spin the prick in circular thrusts. The cum exploded, drenching her cunt in heavy warmth. Irene was tonguing her ear, tickling her, making every sensation her son's cock gave her more intense. Elaine had placed her forearm between the two pumping bodies, and she was moving her fingertips in quick circles over Ella's stiff aureole. Ella drove her groin against the boy as the last of the fluid spurted out from the narrow slit.
He pulled out of her. Her cunt opened and closed in successive spasms. He rested, touching his buttocks to his heels, watching her writhe in her own orgasm. Elaine took hold of his cock. It was still stiff, and she could feel the even pressure of blood through the shaft. She squeezed down on it, and another dollop of the cum pushed out of the incision in the head. She touched her breasts to Ella's stomach and slid her mouth down the erection, lapping at the layer of sperm and vaginal fluids that was smoothed out around it.
She wagged the tongue's tip back and forth over the skin just below the glans. Another glob of cum oozed from the prick when the edge of her soft tongue moved up to rub at the glans. Ella was exhausted, her own climax just over, when Irene sank down on her. For a moment she could only see the woman's stomach, hair meshed with her face. Almost automatically her tongue moved from her mouth and began to lick the raw-pink tissue, slipping inside the hole. Irene dipped her body down, taking advantage of the pressure of the sucking; and Ella felt the buttocks lightly against her neck as Irene sat up shoving her stomach forward. Ella's tongue slipped inside.
"Okays you little fucker…" Elaine had pushed Claude's body against the floor, moving him away from Ella and his mother.
"Stick it inside of me." She bent the head of the prick toward her. "Hurt me, you queer."
Claude's face burned. He inhaled deeply, hating her as she forced the head of his cock against her pubic hair. She pulled at the side of her hole with her fingers, opening it wider. She leaned forward as the member entered her. For a moment he felt nothing. Then the walls closed in on him.
He shoved it inside of her. She threw her head back as she swiveled down on him. But now she moved closer and she was on top of him, supporting her weight on her palms as she rammed her cunt down on the angle of his penis. His fingers grabbed at her breasts. The tits went hard, and he forced the soft muscle back against the bones of her chest. They were heavy, like balloons filled with water. He let them sink back against his body as she forced herself down on him.
He looked at his mother. He could not see her face – only her ass as she sat and rose, sat and rose, thrusting her cunt against Ella's mouth. Irene was breathing heavily. Her arms were folded over her breasts, keeping them from moving as her body swung up and down, forward and back against Ella's lips and tongue.
Ella's hands were in her own cunt. She had one finger of one hand inside the hole, while the fingers of the other hand wiggled against the lips. She was jamming her butt against the floor, and her spine arched like a cat's as she pressed.
Claude felt himself cuming. He grabbed the flesh at Elaine's waist with his fingers, trying to hurt her with his nails. He tried to keep himself from cuming. The effort of contraction would have made him double up with pain had not Elaine been above him, pumping her own body against his with a force that made his ribs ache.
He squirmed out from under her and left her with her stomach forcing itself against the floor. Her fingers scratched at the rug as the walls of her vagina waited for the prick that never surged back into it, robbing her of her own orgasm.
When the spasms were over, she rolled over on her back and watched Claude walk over to his mother. Irene was pushing herself down on Ella's mouth with violent force; Elaine could not tell whether she was about to cum or whether she was climaxing already. Ella had lifted her hands away from her own cunt – shiny with lubrication smeared all over the folds – and was grasping Irene's ass, trying to keep her stationary, so that she would not collapse over her face as she came.
Claude put his arms to his mother's breasts, looking down on her. His body bent forward as he caressed them gently. The nipples were already hard. His hands moved under her arms. Irene was so distracted by the feel of his hands that her cunt almost went numb. She felt a dull pleasure in her pussy as Ella sucked her, but her body was slowed down so much that Ella could release her buttocks and begin to finger herself once more, this time with a finger from each hand moving into the slot and rubbing the walls.
With all his strength. Claude pushed his thumbs up against his mother's armpit. As though hypnotized, Irene rose up off of Ella's mouth. Ella stared as Irene stood up. She shut her eyes and licked the vaginal cum all over her lips as her hand opened and the palm pushed at her clit. Her legs spread even further apart, and the other hand moved up her body to knead her breast.
Claude embraced his mother as he shoved his cock between her legs. The head moved into the tangle of hair that grew from the crotch. He took the penis in his finally finding the opening hands and pushed it forward against the puckered folds.
Her sex slithered toward his own. He was inside her. Irene's eyes opened in horror as she felt her own son's small dick move against the walls of her cunt. His mouth was opening around the end of her breast. Every grain inside the aureole went erect as his tongue circled the nipple. He sucked in on the tip, and she moved against him until he was inside of her all the way, and the pressure of his small stomach against her excited her clit to complete erection.
She was supporting him, her hands on his ass. His legs bent at the knees as he tried to push himself up. She moved forward in quick, steady strokes, straight and uncomplicated. He could hardly detect the quivering of her walls as he thrust inside. It was a race to force himself toward her womb. She was less like a vacuum than a rushing river, and he felt himself being drawn pleasurably.
She scratched at the inside of his ass cheeks with her long fingernails as he fucked her. She teased the underside of the scrotum as the cock grew in spurts, feeling every expansion against her own walls.
She bent her knees as her body undulated. She could barely stand for her drunkenness and her excitement. She opened her mouth, and her tongue traveled over the surface of his cheeks. She felt his clenched teeth rip against her lips as he stroked forward and came inside of her. She dug her fingernails into his thighs, reaching toward his groin from behind. His last thrusts were long circular moves that finished as straight lunges as deep inside her cunt as his small cock could penetrate.
His cum had already streamed out of his prick head when she began to cum a second time pressing her fingers upon the small of his back. She riveted him to her and kept him all the way inside of her, writhing up and down with the full penetration as her second climax subsided.