Chapter 11
JOHN COULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY JUNE wanted to watch a film show now, when she had endless opportunities of doing so when Clem was at home. At least it didn't involve much effort.
"There are a couple of films that I haven't seen yet," she said, holding them up to him.
She was completely naked except for her white high-heeled shoes. Running his left hand over her smooth buttocks he flipped an obstinate piece of film out of the projector, he smiled triumphantly when he saw that the machine was ready for action.
She had pushed the immense settee more forward and arranged drinks and glasses on a table in front of it. Glad to sit down, he switched the machine on and waited for a moment to make sure it was running properly before he did so.
Three women, their arms around each others necks and their naked breasts pressed together and looking like six large melons, sat open legged on an old-fashioned multiple privy.
"No wonder I haven't seen this," she said laughing. It was a pre-war film and although the quality was good the faces seemed strangely white. Their dress was different, the suspenders broader and their drawers knickers with very wide frilled legs.
Raising their legs together as the camera moved in close, they laughed and began urinating. Unfortunately for one, she mis-aimed, the jet splashing on the wooden seat, soaking her thighs and running over the edge to form a smoking pool on the ground.
Just as suddenly as it started the film changed. It was obviously snippets that a zealous collector had managed to gather before the subjects crumbled into dust.
A woman appeared. She was handsome in a rather masculine way and was almost completely covered in tattoos, only her face and below her knees was free of them
The woman spread her heavy thighs and pointed down between them. The camera moved closer covering her knees to her bushy cunt. There was just about every known obscenity there, the words being tatooed on what looked like a lavatory roll.
Again the film ended abruptly and a large lake appeared-a figure separated itself from a group of bushes at its edge. It was the Serpentine in Hyde Park and the camera was placed in front of the little statue of Peter Pan.
The figure, that of a young woman, was dressed as if she were out for an afternoon stroll. She smoothed her dress over her hips and walked toward the water. At the edge she dipped her foot, decided the water was warm enough, and began wading in. As the water rose higher up her legs her skirt floated on the surface until she looked like some gigantic water lily.
The water rose to her neck: she swum around for a minute and turned toward the bank. Stumbling at the edge she caught herself by placing one hand on the ground and stood up, the water streaming off her.
The dress was plastered tightly against her body, every article of clothing she had on underneath showing through. The dress clung to her thighs, moulding them, showing up the shape that could never be seen through a dry one.
Turning around the girl bent forward and pulled the hem of her dress between her legs until the outline of the skimpy briefs she was wearing was clearly visible. Even the narrow line of the suspenders and the rubber button at the end could be seen.
The scene changed to a deserted street. Out of the rain that splashed down a small rubber coated figure appeared followed by another, ten or twelve yards behind her. As she drew closer, they were better able to see what she was wearing. The shiny black rubber coat she wore was tightly belted and flared out a little around her knees so that the water would stream off it and not into the rubber boots she wore.
Looking at her outstretched arms, she watched the rain pouring off them, apparently oblivious to the man who was approaching her from behind. Clad also in a rubber coat and with the large collar upturned, he touched her shoulder, laughing as she jumped. They spoke for a few minutes, looking up at the sky, gray above them and then moved into a shop doorway.
Inside, she was only obscured a little from the camera by his broad shoulders. He undid the tight belt around her. She stood apparently unmoved, watching him fumble with the stiff buttons of her coat
Finally the last button was undone, she slipped the coat off and carefully rolled it up. She wore some sort of rubber blouse. Now they could see quite clearly ... it was a tight-fitting blouse made of black rubber; the skirt that met her knee boots was also rubber.
The man pulled apart the press studs at the front of her blouse, exposing her naked breasts.
"All this rubber," June said weakly. "I think I'm going to come in a minute."
"Move your hand up a little," he answered.
"That all right?"
His penis throbbed and now that she had found exactly the right motion, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from coming if she did. Moving his fingers more rapidly in answer to hers, he heard her breathing quicker.
"Not too quickly," she gasped. "I want to come when he fucks her."
"Why should he?" he asked tersely.
June didn't answer but raised her hand and began rolling her stiffening nipple between sensitive practiced fingers.
The man had unzipped the skirt now and it shimmered on the ground about her feet. She was completely naked now. Slowly she bent at the knees, her hands palpating the rubber as she sank. Reaching in front of him and fumbling with the front of his coat, the man looked down as his penis sprang out, and held it apart, guiding her upraised head by placing one hand behind her neck.
"I think I'm going to come," she warned him.
There was no need for her to say so, he could feel that she was. The tremors that ran through her, and the sudden raising of her hips were clear signs that the orgasm was imminent.
Still running her hands across his rubber-clad buttocks, the girl waited open-mouthed for the penis that was approaching. Greedily her head darted forward and caught the club-shaped glans between her full Hps.
"Faster, John," she begged, her eyes glazed.
In time with her sucking mouth, the girl caressed the shining rubber, pinching folds of the material and rubbing it between her trembling fingers.
"I can't stop, John ... Quicker! ... Quicker!"
Faster the girl's head moved, the man's hips rocking as his excitement increased.
Suddenly the man went rigid, and the girl with four or five well-spaced swallows, began draining him, her hand gathering a new fold of shining rubber.
"It's here," she babbled. "I'm coming!"
His penis seemed to balloon between her frantically jerking finger, the sperm leaping out in thick white spurts as the tide of the orgasm swelled over him.
Dimly he heard the reel clatter as the film came to the end, her voice seeming to come from a great distance.