The House Warming

Thursday July 7th 2005 – 11:45am – Chantel and Kelly’s house

Donna Scott parked her car with a slight feeling of unease, some distance from Kelly and Chantel’s new house. It wasn’t that bad an area, she reasoned to herself. It was just… No, she had to admit it, she was turning into a snob. Back in her university days, she had lived in a designated slum for goodness sake. Now she felt nervous going down a street of slightly cheap housing.

As she exited the car, her ears were assaulted by the thumping beat of a massive speaker system blaring out an unrecognisable musical noise. Kelly and Chantel were not going to endear themselves to their neighbours with that kind of noise in their first week, thought Donna, worriedly.

Then, as she past the offending house and realised that it wasn’t that of her friends, she began to wonder again what sort of neighbourhood the youngsters had moved into. The best that could be said for it was hat at least you could have a full-scale house-warming party in the middle of the day and not be the loudest house in the street.

Donna followed the road to the end. The houses were all old 1950s council stock and all dully alike. They ended in a footbridge over a railway line and started again on the other side. Chantel and Kelly’s was the last one before the footbridge and right next to the track. Donna frowned. Not where she would have chosen to bring up young children. But she guessed they were lucky to have gotten it. Fortunate also that the council had given them a family sized home to share, rather than stuck each of the young mums in a separate flat somewhere.

Donna approached the front door of the girls’ slightly unkempt-looking house. From the racket coming from within, the house-warming party was in full swing. Loud music mixed with something else – the muted moans of excited women giving themselves to pleasure. Donna rang the bell. She didn’t mind coming late to the party. It just meant you missed the slightly awkward bit at the beginning where everyone was still arriving; assuming this party ever had a slightly awkward bit, which the redhead was beginning to doubt. Consequently, Donna had gladly volunteered to watch the children for the first couple of hours. They had agreed that six of them would do the child minding in shifts, two at a time; but Shawna had been a bit late in relieving her.

Donna rang the bell again and looked nervously around. Across the road, a bald man, pot-bellied and naked from the waist up, eyed her curiously. Donna turned back to the door and was relieved to see a figure appear in the hallway.

The door opened and Kelly lurched out of it looking slightly tipsy.

“Oh, hi Donna, come in,” she grinned with false sobriety. “I was just in the kitchen.”

Doing what? Donna wondered. There were bite marks all over the twenty year old’s neck and she was dressed in no more than a long t-shirt. Clearly the party was in full swing. Donna stepped quickly inside and closed the door behind her. She heard a soft mewing and, looking to her left, Donna could see its cause: Laid out on the stairs were three naked women each licking out the pussy of the one above her, except for Kayleigh at the top, who was tugging and pinching at her own nipples and was he source of the audible moan that Donna could hear. The party was indeed in full swing.

“C’mon,” mumbled Kelly, “I’ll give you a tour of the house.”

Donna assented and Kelly led her to a door on the right.

“This is the front room,” the young mum revealed. Donna peered into the gloomy interior. The room was small and sparsely furnished. The curtains were closed, keeping out much of the light. In the middle of the room, Donna recognised Cassie thrusting in and out of a second woman with a strap-on dildo. Donna couldn’t make out the features of the second woman, because she had her face deep in Ali Mason’s pussy. Ali was naked a glistening and crying out with pleasure.

“I hope you’ve got understanding neighbours next door,” joked Donna, shutting the door on the cries.

“What? Mandy?” asked Kelly. “That was her being fucked by Cassie.”

Donna formed her mouth into a silent ‘o’.

“Have you made friends with any other people in the street?” asked Donna politely.

“Well, there’s Sharon and Julie,” answered the other. “They’re in here.”

With that, she threw open the door in front of them.

“This is the living room,” announced Kelly.

Donna looked in. Spread across a long low coffee table, lying on her back, was the hugely pregnant form of Chantel. Between her thighs, licking her out was the slim familiar form of Tracy Foster. At her sides, each suckling a large, distended and milky breast were two women that Donna didn’t recognise. One looked to be in her early twenties, the other seemed to be either late forties or early fifties. At one end of the room, the stereo blared.

“Julie is Sharon’s mother in law, who lives with them,” Kelly explained. “Turns out they’ve been carrying on together whilst Sharon’s husband’s at work.”

“Do you think that’s wise?” asked Donna, looking at Chantel with slight concern. “I mean, in her condition… she looks about ready to pop.”

“She’s a week overdue,” confirmed Kelly. “Someone told her that orgasms induce labour, so she’s trying to have as many as she can.

Donna looked again at the young black girl, gasping a crying with pleasure from the attentions of her three friends.

“Come on,” said Kelly, leading the redhead into the next room. “This is the kitchen.”

Helen lay on her back on the kitchen table, with her vest top pushed up and her breasts exposed, whilst Yasmin bent over her suckling on the honey-blonde’s small breasts. Meanwhile Helen had hitched up the other’s short skirt and was gently fingering her lover as she worked. Slightly guiltily, Donna realised that this was the pair Kelly had left to answer the door. There was a door at the far side of the kitchen leading, Donna guessed, to the garden. They couldn’t see the garden, because the kitchen blind was drawn.

Suddenly the middle-aged lady – Julie – appeared at the door behind them.

“Come on you two,” she said in a slightly croaky voice. “Its your turn to take over.”

Slightly reluctantly, Helen and Yasmin pulled apart. Yasmin pushed down the hem of her short skirt and Helen covered her breasts once more. Donna and Kelly followed them back into the living room, where Helen ran over to Chantel’s side and began kissing the black girl full on the lips, whilst fondling her damp sensitive breast. Meanwhile Yasmin settled down beside Tracy and when the blonde pulled away, she took over licking at Chantel’s dripping entrance and sliding two fingers in and out. Her younger neighbour – Sharon – seemed oblivious to the changeover that was taking place and continued to suckle at Chantel’s breast, whilst also fingering herself.

“Shall we go upstairs?” whispered Tracy to Julie. The older woman nodded her eager assent and the two women headed back out of the living room, hand in hand and laughing together.

“I’d better show you upstairs too,” said Kelly to Donna, as Chantel shouted out loudly, on her way to another juddering climax.

Out in the hallway, they saw again the naked three, linked like a train lining the staircase. This time however, they had changed positions. Kayleigh was now at the bottom of the stairs, furiously fingering her pussy and licking out Tina above her. Tina had her face buried in the snatch of Angie – a new member of the group, who had moved into the area a couple of months ago. Angie writhed and moaned with mounting pleasure.

Carefully, Kelly and Donna made their way up the stairs, past the three women. Donna, bringing up the rear, noted that Kelly had no panties on under that t-shirt. All this sex and musk in the house was beginning to have an effect on Donna and she couldn’t wait to get the young twenty year old alone. At one point, Tina’s arm brushed Donna’s bare leg, as she climbed past her on the stairs. The touch went through Donna’s body like a shock wave and she felt a sudden rush of lust in her breasts and pussy.

At the top of the stairs, Kelly continued her house tour. She pushed open of he bedroom doors.

“This is going to be the nursery, eventually,” she said. Indeed there were two cots – one still in pieces - and several boxes of toys along one wall. But in the foreground, slightly spoiling the effect were Tanya and Tara rolling around naked on the rug, their thighs intertwined, their breasts crushed together and their lips locked.

Pausing for a moment to watch the couple further, Kelly eventually led her friend across the hall, to where the sound of running water could be heard.

“This is the bathroom,” Kelly advised. Opening the door, they found the shower in full flow and in it Tracy and Julie were already soaping down each other’s naked bodies, their slick flesh sliding sensuously together. Donna bit her lip as she watched them.

“And finally,” said Kelly, as the two women eventually drew away from the bathroom, “this is me and Chantel’s room.”

She opened the last door on the upstairs landing to reveal a moderate sized room with a double bed in the middle of one wall. The room was unoccupied and Kelly drew Donna close and began kissing her. The older redhead eagerly responded and the two women began to lose themselves in desire.

Suddenly there was a commotion downstairs. Reluctantly, Donna and Kelly pulled apart and made their way to the head of the stairs.

“Its Chantel,” Helen called up from the bottom of the staircase. “She’s gone into labour!”