Chapter 3
Mrs. Colton left the store and got into, her coach. Instructing her chauffeur to drive to the park, she settled back with a sigh. When the car reached its destination, she found it to be three o'clock by her wrist watch, and she ordered her man to wait there for her. Then she walked back to Fontaine's and entered the hallway just next to the store. At the rear of the hallway she found a door, the lock of which opened automatically a few minutes after she pressed a button. She stepped into a small cube of a room, and found, on a table, a cabinet full of black masks. She put one on and pushed another button. A second door, leading to the space behind the antique shop opened quickly and Lucy, the cock-sucker attendant, came in, smiling in an inviting fashion. Mrs. Colton felt very bold, for the mask hid her identity. She had ceased to be Myra Colton, the wife of Leslie Colton; she was now merely a woman; any woman; woman in the abstract in search of pleasure.
"Good afternoon," Lucy greeted her "Your requirements are? -"
Mrs. Colton felt a dislike to the fairy.
"He probably sucks cocks," she thought. "Imagine sucking a cock, ugh! Now, a cunt -that's different."
"I want a woman," she replied to Lucy's question. "As young as possible."
"Very well! The fee is twenty dollars."
The fee was paid and Lucy said:
"You are in luck, Madame. We have a lady who has been waiting for someone more than fifteen minutes. She is becoming restless and I thought I'd have to return her money because no one came."
Mrs. Colton was guided past the door and ushered into a small chamber, the door of which closed behind her. A masked lady, sitting at the other end of the room put down a book she had been reading and looked up.
"I am so glad you came, my dear," she said softly. "I amused myself with this book while waiting. It is a very enjoyable story about a peculiar fucking-match, but a story's a story. I want the real thing."
Mrs. Colton's boldness left her. She was tongue-tied for a moment, then she said:
"Then I'm glad I came."
The other woman rose. She was very graceful, with voluptious breasts and hips. She was much better built than Mrs. Colton, who was so plump that she inclined to stoutness. The latter devoured the other's form as they examined each other in silence, and she could see the blue eyes burning behind the mask.
"You have been here before?" the other asked.
"No, my dear," answered Mrs. Colton. "This is my first time."
"I've been here four times. This makes the fifth. What shall I call you?"
"Call me Venus," said Mrs. Colton with a nervous laugh.
"All right, Venus. Then call me Diania. Diania the huntress. I'm going to hunt for your cunt right now."
And she did. She lifted Venus's gown and explored between her legs. Beneath thin silk she felt the warm slit. Venus embraced her arms and Diania let the gown fall and embraced her in return. Both were in a fever of excitement.
"You are going to give me a lover's kiss, aren't you?" Diania coaxed sweetly. " A real lover's kiss. Not just a light peck."
Venus smiled and their mouth's met each other. They kissed with fiery passion, their lips resounding with a resounding smack.
"That's wonderful," breathed Venus ecstatically.
"Then let's have another one," panted Diania, patting her on the buttocks. "Oh, what a plump ass you have! I can see right now we're going to have a fine time together."
They kissed again fiercely, their teeth meeting, and then they sucked tongues.
"Let's undress now," whispered Venus trembling with desire.
They undressed, looking avidly at each other, their hearts pounding with anticipation. Naked, they embraced, and kissed and felt each other all over. Their bodies burned at the touch of living flesh and they were intoxicated with the odor of femininity.
"How'll we do it?" Venus murmured, her boldness returning. "Shall we suck each other at the same time?"
"Sixty-nine?" asked Diania. "No, that's too good for a beginning. We'll leave that to the last. Have you ever done it by bumping cunts together?"
"No, how do you do that?"
"I'll show you. Wait You lie down on your back. Like that. That's right. Now lift this leg so I can get under you. So. Now move down a bit. That's fine."
And there they lay on the couch, Venus on her back and Diania on her side, one leg under Venus and one leg on her. They were like two pairs of scissors with the crutches touching, and they squeezed and rubbed and bumped their cunts together, which excited them greatly, and sucked the hollows behind each other's knees, for the knees on each side reached as far as the heads. The friction of their vulvas and clitorises lifted them to steep and dizzy heights of enjoyment, and with sighs and loving phrases they coaxed each other on to fiercer and fiercer thrusts. They carried on this glorious battle for a considerable time and Venus was the first to come, the mad squirts of her fountain giving her excrutiating delight. She told Diania that she had come, but kept on working against her lover, urging her to bring her passion to fruition.
"I'm sure I'm coming now," Diania sighed happily. "Rub harder! Harder! That's fine, I'm coming! Coming! Oh, how wonderful."
She had reached her orgasm and the mouths of their cunts were wet. Artfully, they extricated themselves from the position that had given them so much joy, and sat up, gazing breathlessly at each other.
"Don't let the juice run out," commanded Diania. "We'll keep it till we're worked up again and then we'll eat it."
"All right," Venus agreed.
They lay down close together on their sides, facing each other and ran their hands wantonly up, and down each other's pink bodies, feeling thighs and buttocks to their greatest content. Soon they began to warm up again and took to kissing and sucking tongues. When they grew sufficiently hot, Diania got off the couch and Venus spread her legs apart to give her partner access to her juice-filled cunt. Diania lowered her head between Venus's legs, pressed her anxious lips to the moist vulva and began to suck vigorously. Venus clasped her thighs about her lover's neck and did not loosen her hold until she had been sucked dry.
"Don't swallow it," she cautioned Diania, "we can play with it with our mouths afterwards."
Diania nodded assent, and as Venus rose, she took the latters place. It was now Venus's turn. She dived passionately into the salty sea and groaned with pleasure as she felt Diania's legs pressing her cheeks. When she had had her fill, they sat beside each other on the couch and placing their mouths together, swapped the juice between them. On growing tired from this exertion, each took half of the warm spicy liquid and swallowed it. Then they reclined on their sides and rested for a minute, toying with each other's breasts and sucking them. Finally Diania murmured:
"I'd like to suck you off now."
"All right," agreed her lover, laughing lightly. "The gates to Paradise are now open."
She spread her legs and Diania made ready to carry out her desire. She smoothed aside the hairs around the red slit and applied her mouth. Tightly the thighs closed around her neck, and with great passion she sucked and sucked, while Venus spoke gently and lovingly to her in complete abondonment. Diania was drunk with her lasciviousness and found the taste of the luscious cunt very ap petizing. Her tongue grew tired out from running in and out of the vulva weapon, much to her companion's delight. It took a long time for Venus to have her climax, and when she did, her lover swallowed the boiling liquor, greedily sucking for more, but alas, the cunt was soon dry.
Diania rose excitedly and cried:
"Now suck mine, I'm burning up!"
"Not yet," Venus soothed her, for a great lassitude had come over her. "Wait a minute while I rest."
Diania lay down alongside her partner and stroked and felt all parts of her body in order to excite her. A few minutes passed pleasantly thus and Venus smiled.
"All right. I'm ready now."
She rose to her feet, while Diania parted her rosy legs, ready for the mouth of her lover. She was sucked very lightly at first, but after a while Venus regained her passion and tongued and mouthed with excessive zest. It did not take Diania long to come off, for she had been all worked up through sucking Venus. After the latter had swallowed the burning lava, they lay down on their backs and rested, chatting all the time of various things. After a time, their hands roved and strayed to each others cunts and they began, although very slowly, to warm up again.
"We'll make it the third lap now," said Venus, and they laughed at her pun. "Sixtynine, the best game of all!"
They prepared themselves for the ensuing encounter. Lying on their sides in reverse position, they got their heads between each others thighs. Both were willing prisoners between the glorious palisades of rose-tinted# ivory. They soon became hot and sucked and mouthed greedily. Their noses were pressed against each other's ass-holes, but the faint odor did not repel them. Instead, they breathed deeply of it and with enjoyment.
Venus, in fact, began wondering how it would taste. Such are the ways of passion.
The delicious game lasted a long time and they panted like engines from their exertions. A sea of flames swept over their bodies and flashes of joy travelled along their nerves like electric shocks.
They sighed and groaned in a seething agony of exaltation, living for a moment in a world of their own, where all was dazzling light and scorching fire. At length, Venus shot her load, which Diania gobbled gluttonously, so exciting herself that she too, came soon. They parted and sat up, staring wildly at each other, with faces flushed, masks awry and hair disordered. Then they relaxed and were overcome by a pleasant lassitude.
"You were splendid, dear," sighed Venus, "but I'm all in."
"So am I," confessed Diania. "But you gave me the time of my life. By the way, what time is it?"
Venus reached for her wrist-watch, which was on the table.
"A quarter after five," she replied.
"My heavens!-that late? I must be going."
She jumped up, and going to the wash stand curtained off in a corner, washed herself hurriedly and gargled her mouth and throat. Venus sat in a daze on the edge of the couch and watched her companion dress and arrange her hair.
"Do I look all right?" anxiously.
"Yes, you're all right," answered Venus. "When can I see you again?"
"Oh, my dear! -I'll come tomorrow before three, so if you come at that time, I'll be waiting for you. We can have the same room. I'll tell Lucy to reserve it for us. That's all right?"
"Yes, certainly."
They kissed lightly and Diania left. Alone now, Mrs. Colton sank back on the couch, naked as she was, and stretched her arms and legs lazily and luxuriously. What a time she had had -what a glorious time! And tomorrow would see a repetition of their passion quelling saturnalia. She sighed with satisfaction. It was so quiet now and she was so warm. The warm sounds from the other rooms seemed so far away. The soft-colored lights bathed her body gently. The perfume affected by her companion still pervaded the air and Mrs. Colton inhaled deeply of the tenuous fragrance; the room too, it seemed, wished to retain a memory of the lustful woman. Ah, what a love-partner! Tomorrow, tomorrow, and after that? Other women! Why not? Oh, it would be wonderful. No more worrying about getting a lover. And all in secrecy. Ah, that Mr. Fontaine, -what a clever man he was.
She lay quite a while, half in a trance, lasciviously sucking a few stray cunt-hairs that still lingered in her mouth, and running her tongue around the edge of her lips she licked the dried cunt-liquor that remained. She was aroused from her roseate reverie by a discreet tap at the door.
"Yes," she said startled.
"Oh, you are still there?" It was the attendant.
"No hurry, you know, take your time."
Suddenly, galvanized into action, she leaped to her feet, washed her privates and face vigorously, rinsed her mouth a few times and began to dress. She took keen pleasure in putting on her clothes, for she felt now that she had something worth while to deck out; she had a strange consciousness that her body was of some purpose in the world. Age, a splendid purpose! Taking off her mask to arrange her hair before the little mirror, she became aware that she had never looked as pretty as now. She was almost beautiful. She looked like the blooming bride she had been on her wedding-day, six years before.
Well! -and was she not a bride now? She smiled as she admired herself.
Her toilette complete, she slipped on the mask and, within the minute, she was out on the sidewalk. It was evening, warm and fragrant, and the outlines of the buildings were tinged with delicate carmine from the declining sun. The moon was luminous and a few stars shimmered. She felt as though she had stepped into a new world, strange and romantic; never had it seemed so beautiful.
And robed in her glowing and glamorous thoughts, she idled her way towards the park. Her chauffeur was dozing comfortably and as she regarded him in silence she murmured mentally:
"You poor fellow! What are you good for, anyway. You have only a prick.*'