Chapter 4
During dinner, which was served by a remarkably pretty and aloof Alice, he made an attempt to draw out Clem on the subject of money. He was thwarted not only because he had to approach it delicately, but because of the general tone of the evening. They were all slightly drunk, and had better things to do than talk about such trivia. Through the whole meal he had felt the arm pressure of June's leather-covered thigh against his own, and more than once she had turned to him sufficiently to touch his arm with her breasts, distracting him completely. Clem's voice floated over to them as he leaned toward Connie.
"The thing about sex is that it must be refined. It mustn't be snatched furtively in dark comers, but savored like good wine."
That sounds like an old roue's philosophy to me," said June, "but true enough, I suppose."
"There are dozens of ways of stimulating a woman, but most only learn one or two."
"I hope I don't fall into that bracket," replied Connie. "I'm sure I don't really. John wouldn't let me use the hairpin at all coming down."
"I don't know that one-tell me more."
June's leg pressed more firmly against his as she leaned forward to listen to Connie, an excited look on her face.
"It's just that I sometimes use a hairpin to masturbate with, that's all." "How?"
"You put it gently into the urethra and move it-it's very delicate." "Did you know this, June?"
"I've heard of it, but I've never tried myself. It sounds a bit painful to me."
"You do have to be gentle, I'll admit, but it gives a delightfully prickly sensation which gradually grows into an orgasm."
"You wanted to use it coming down, and he wouldn't let you?" asked June, her breathing quickening.
"Yes."
Connie was flushed and her eyes had a gleam in them that he had learned to realize meant that she intended to enjoy herself. Clem stared at her, fascinated by her personality and attracted by her magnificent body. The deep red dress that she was wearing suited her perfectly and the soft light from the candles enhanced her beauty. He knew that there would be no stopping her now.
"I think Clem can be forgotten about for a moment, don't you, John?" said June softly, as she lit a cigarette.
"I was thinking that Connie could be forgotten about. I didn't really, or rather, I don't know him well enough to know when he has reached that stage."
The leather dress had a faintly exciting odor, and she had moved closer to him, the narrow shoulder strap close to his nostrils. Her mouth with its full sensual lips was half open, showing white small teeth. He had a sudden impulse to kiss them and pull her tightly against him, but resisted it. Her eyes were laughing at his and he was quite certain she knew of his desire.
"These films will help," she said slowly. "They'd make a chocolate frog come."
"Help? I don't need any help! I'm as potent as ever."
"I'm glad. I like potent men. Strong ones as well," she said, looking at him through lowered eyelids. 'They excite me."
Instantly he could feel his penis erecting as the suggestion in her voice began to excite him. Her hand, strangely cold, slid unexpectedly along his thigh, accentuating his ardor, making his heart beat faster. There was a cat-like quality about her, something perverse in the detached way she talked to him. Shivering momentarily, he dropped his hand and laid it on the smooth warm leather, and slid it down and forward toward her knee, when she appeared to enjoy it. The skirt was higher than he expected, and he was able to gently caress the warm flesh through her stockings. Looking up he could see Clem looking awkward as he tried not to make his groping hand too obvious. Clasping his wrist with her cold hands, she dragged it toward her, pressing on it as it reached further up her thighs.
"Only occasionally do I like soft movements," she said quietly. "Usually they bore me."
Taking the hint he pressed down as hard as was allowed by the angle of his arm; pressing the suspended button deep into her firm thigh. He felt her wince but not a trace of emotion showed on her face and he did it again, feeling suddenly excited by her apparent disinterest. Reaching down until he felt the warm stockinged thigh, he pinched a fold of skin gently at first and then increasing pressure until he felt she couldn't stand any more. Fortunately or unfortunately the test never came because Clem stood up and announced that they were going to see the films in the little studio that he had built. Rising from her chair, June stood above him and putting her hands behind his neck pulled his face toward her flat stomach until his cheek rested against it. Automatically he reached up and clasped her around her broad hips, his hands meeting and resting on her buttocks.
"You interest me, John. I feel I would enjoy being whipped by you."
Startled, he looked up but she had unclasped her hands and was pulling him to his feet.
"The films will keep you amused until then," she said in the small flat voice, "even if you find it difficult to wait."
Connie was waiting by the open door of the studio as they entered. Feet wide apart, the unconscious stance she fell into whenever she felt excited, he saw her tremble as she showed them where to sit.
"Clem's been telling me about the films, darling. I can hardly wait to see them."
"He does excite one's interest rather well, doesn't he?" answered June drily as they all sat down. "Mind you, his enthusiasm is justified-they're good."
The room was warm and comfortable with two very large bed-size settees in front of the screen. Connie seemed to take it for granted that he should sit with June, and she with Clem.
"There's about an hour and a quarter on the reel so I won't have to keep getting up and changing the film," Clem grinned and pressed the switch that operated the machine. "I'll leave the bottle in front of us so that we can help ourselves." He switched the main light out and sat down.
Trying to relax, John lit a cigarette and watched the blue smoke wreathe in the cold stream of light. June linked her arm through his and smiled at him oddly as the film began. "Relax," he heard her say softly.
Two Lesbians with sunburned bodies lay on a silk sheeted bed delicately lapping at one anothers' cunts. Their faces were obscured by the gently moving thighs of their partners, only the tightening and relaxing muscles of their buttocks giving any indication of their mutual pleasure.
Somehow he hadn't expected this first one to be so frank. A delicate seduction scene with close-up shots of fumbling hands might have been better. Glancing at Connie, he saw her eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and interest as she saw their lascivious embrace. She had never had anything to do with Lesbians, apart from a little school-girl manipulations. June laid her hand on his thigh and he lay back, glad that there was plenty of film.
One of them raised her head and smiled a secret smile both languid and sensual. Her lips and cheeks glistened with moisture and her eyes had a warm relaxed gleam in them that showed she was enjoying herself. She looked down at her hand which was half covering the sloppy-wet cunt of her partner, her brow creasing with desire. Separating her fingers she spread the full lips apart and lowered her face, her tongue darting.
June's thigh was pressed tightly against his, the leather warm through his trousers. Subconsciously he realized her hand had moved up and was gently cupping the bulge made by his erect penis, caressing it with long cool fingers. He looked at her, startled anew by the size of her half-exposed breasts. They were slightly separated and looked milk white in the darkness.
Leaning toward him so that they almost swayed in her dress, she looked at him for a moment and then lowered her head. Knowing what she wanted to do, he eased himself forward and automatically rested his palm on her neck. Her breath came through, hot, making him feel as though his penis was wrapped in warm cotton wool.
The two girls were exploring the possibility of as interesting-looking dildo when his eyes returned to the screen. One of them was testing the other by putting it between her breasts and squeezing them around it, while the other rapidly masturbated herself, a look of anguish on her face. Apparently the sight of this was too much for she grabbed it and began pushing it into her gaping cunt, while the other one watched, absorbed in her efforts.
The camera was there, close-up, showing the wet lips rolling along its glistening length, the clasping fingers blown up to ten times their size. There was a happy sigh from Connie as she and Clem collapsed out of sight onto the floor. His penis twitched as he felt cool fingers touch his tightened scrotum. June had raised her head and was looking at him while she fumbled with his pants. Reaching up she pulled his face down to her with one hand and whispered, "Just let me suck you off, that's all I want to do. You don't mind, do you?"
There was a forced hesitancy in her voice which he instinctively realized he should read as an attempt to be allowed, rather than be told. Nodding, he watched her head sink as his rigid penis sprang into view. Remembering how she had said she would like to be beaten, or whipped was the word she used, by him, he knew that she had to be encouraged by a display of mastery rather than with subtle flattery. The firm ring of her mouth slid firmly over the glans and her finger encircled the base as her head began to move. Her breasts, the warm mass of them rested on his right thigh, her narrow back with its flawless skin exposed to the waist by the unusual dress. In the background the machine whirred on, throwing onto the screen a film that had little interest for him. Her head sunk and rose with quick smooth movements and he began to feel the delicate tingle of desire in the base of his penis and scrotum. Closing his eyes for a moment he concentrated on feeling only her sucking mouth and firm pressure of her fingers.
Connie, her legs widespread to facilitate Clem's groping hand, had already had one orgasm, and was well on her way to another. The film had ended with a close-up view of one of the girl's faces distorted with passion as she came, and Connie had come with her. Fumbling with his thighs, she released his turgid penis and began gently masturbating him, timing her movements with his. The Lesbians had offered possibilities which she had only idly thought of exploring in the past, but now that June was here she might be able to put them into practice. The idea of sixty-nine with June appealed immensely to her, particularly as she had a body that was superior to either of the women who had been on the screen. Clem's knowing fingers dragged piquant sensations from her and she felt herself coming again, slowly and easily. Clem arched his body tensely, trying to stop the orgasm that her rapidly moving hand threatened to produce. It died in her quietly, and her hand only fluttered weakly, keeping up his excitement, but not exploding it.
Another film came on, and the screen was filled with a side view of a sinuous belly-dancer, combining the minimum of movement with the maximum of salacity. Her rounded belly with a colored stone set in the navel, swelled and contracted with unbelievable speed, the heavy tassels on her long slung belt dancing madly. One moment it would be pushed out, taut and shining, the next pulled in to make her mound obscenely prominent. Facing them and spreading her legs apart, she began lifting and moulding her naked breasts, while she lowered herself until her rounded buttocks were nearly touching the floor. The camera moved closer until the whole screen was filled with a picture of her jerking pelvis and the tight silk panties she was wearing. A narrow fold of the material trapped between the lips of her vulva, along which she ran a finger, tightened out and disappeared as her arm covered and pressed against it. She began rubbing herself on it, the passionate expression on her face increasing with the tempo of her rocking hips. There was something furtive about it, a total absorption in the way she was doing it, that made John wonder whether she really knew she was being filmed. She looked as though she were rubbing herself against a stone pillar like a ferret in heat, only interested in her own pleasure, not like a self-conscious masturbator being filmed. It was obvious that she was coming, her head went back and her eyes became glazed as the speed of her jerking hips increased. A frenzy of movement, a sudden spasm that rocked her whole body and she had fallen back, her clutching hand deep between her lazily moving thighs.
Quickly stopping June from her absorbed task by pulling her hair, John staved off an imminent orgasm
She looked up at him, a worried look in her eyes.
"Don't you like me plating you?"
"Of course ... it's just that the film got me."
"Was it the one about rubber?"
"The belly dancer," he answered tersely.
"I'm surprised-it's not kinky at all."
She ran her tongue around the glans for a moment and then crammed as much of it in as she could, her back arching. Moisture dribbled down its swollen length mingling with the perspiration at his crotch, making him feel more uncomfortable. Pulling her away, he raised his hips and pulled down his pants and trousers, sending them sailing across the room.
There was a yell of laughter from Connie as Clem followed suit, a shower of money rattling on the wooden floor beneath the screen. June cupped his testicles with both hands and gently massaged them with trembling fingers.
"I love sucking you off," she whispered. "One stroke of the whip and I'd come." "Does Clem whip you?"
"No, he doesn't like it, he says I get too carried away."
"You have got one, though, haven't you?" he asked anxiously, the idea appealing to him more strongly.
"Yes," she trembled, and raised her lips as though she were expecting a blow. "It's in my bedroom. I can only use it when Clem isn't there. I have to keep it hidden, otherwise he'd throw it away."
"He won't mind tonight, he's got Connie."
"No, he won't mind tonight," she said slowly, and a note of urgency coming into her voice. "Look, John, you've got to whip me. I don't care what you do to me, as long as I feel that you're the master...and that you enjoy it."
"Suck!" he said fiercely, a spasm of lust sweeping over him. Her cheeks hollowed and her head began moving rhythmically as she eased herself into a more comfortable position.
Toying with the zip at the back of the leather dress, he pulled on it suddenly, her rounded buttocks seeming to almost burst out of it. She gagged with the shock, and then when she had got used to the sensation, began voluptuously raising and lowering them, contented murmurs corning from her. His hand reached out and touched, almost recoiling, when he realized the panties were leather. Leather drawers! He smiled to himself and wondered when Clem made her wear them. He suspected somehow it was a foible, a fetish perhaps of her own. They felt soft to the touch, with a moist warmness that surprised him, and were so tight that he had difficulty in forcing his hand between them and her flesh.
He was too absorbed in feeling the way her muscles relaxed and contracted to bother about the screen, the living thing held more promise than any sexual action however interesting that might still be on the reel.
Connie and Clem were completely forgotten, as his interest centred slowly on the body of the lustful June. Her buttocks were raised, her hips arched, almost begging to feel something other than his lightly moving hand. Striving upward until she was kneeling and her head below their level, she began sucking at his penis with renewed ardor, her breasts only touching his thigh instead of resting on it. The position was becoming impossible, his hands could only just reach inside the leather and touch the taut suspender belt. Raising her head, and looking at him with frustrated eyes, she sighed and moved closer to him. "Are you getting bored with the film?" she whispered.
"I'm becoming more interested in you. You're driving me mad!"
"You are me." She stretched voluptuously. "Would you prefer to come to my room? I don't like settees, they're too small."
He looked up and saw Connie happily spreadeagled on the floor, Clem intently lapping at her cunt.
"They're busy," he said, smiling. "They won't notice if we go."
They stood up trembling and walked toward the door, opening and closing it quietly behind them.
In her room they smiled at one another, relaxed and waiting for their excited breathing to subside. She sat down on the enormous bed and looked at him enquiringly. "You look as though you're going to say something, she said, smiling at him quizically.
"I am," he answered, as he stripped off his shirt. I want you to show me your breasts." He watched her keenly as he switched off the main light. She showed no surprise, but stood up and walked toward a large mirror on the wall, humming as she went.
"Lie on the bed, John," she said quietly, as she stepped, out of the unzippered dress. Standing with widespread legs she twisted her body around until she was in profile.
"I want you to be comfortable." He shivered, half at the cold silk on his back and half with lust, and tried to relax. The distance and the suddenly impersonal situation that it created made him feel vaguely uneasy, as though he were being watched, and not the voyeur.
"Take it easy, John. You look worried. I love this, you haven't asked anything unusual." She smiled, showing perfect teeth and switched a small radio on. Immediately it re-established their former intimacy, and he could feel his discomfort evaporate. She was smaller than Connie, almost fine boned, but with an aggressive walk that gave no indication of her masochistic nature. The curve of her shapely thighs from hip to knee was a dream with the tightly suspendered stockings enhancing them, making a vivid contrast with the white smooth flesh.
"Clem taught me to like this," she said slowly as she reached behind her, "but it's for you I want to do it- not him."
Again he could hardly believe his eyes. Even before dinner when they'd been having drinks. He was amazed. Somehow, every time he looked, her breasts seemed bigger ... hopelessly out of proportion to her almost slight body and diminutive waist. The leather pants, with the heavy bulge of her mons veneris, gleamed dully in the subdued light. The black specially-made brassiere dug into her smooth surface making them bulge over the wired edge. His heart hammered as he heard a faint click. She shucked it off a little, her arms down and together, and smiled at him, the mischevious look in her eyes dying.
"It makes me feel more naked in front of the mirror here. "As if I'm being forced to watch myself do something I don't like."
She reached up with one hand and unpinned her high piled hair, shaking her head when it was free and throwing the grips onto her dressing table. For some reason it seemed to him that the bra was made to fit on her breasts and not support them, they were so large that he felt she must lean forward and separately cup each one then, only then, fit the back hooks and eyes together.
Her voice took on a new note of urgency and she became visibly excited, her breathing quickening, and a far-away look appearing in her eyes.
"Showing my breasts off and their bigness...playing with them in front of you...standing here watching you while you watch me...know you're getting harder... wanting to...oh, God!"
The bra flew across the room and she stood silent as she pressed her hands against them, flattening them a little, a look of tense ecstasy on her face. His penis leapt as she cupped one dark nippled breast with her two hands and began squeezing it so that it stood up from between them like a ripe melon. Harder she squeezed until it was almost distorted and the nipple erected and stood up like a man's fingertip. Releasing it and crossing her arms beneath them, she looked down at them for a moment and took them away sharply. They swayed heavily, an angry looking mark across one of them where she had squeezed it standing out redly on their white surface. Almost in a frenzy she turned to the mirror and pressed herself tightly against its cold surface, her face an unrecognizable mask.
"You're watching me and I can only wait for you to tell me to stop. My cunt's aching. It's aching! My genitals, John, they're swollen. And the leather's gripping tighter now. Please do something...or I'll go mad!" Convulsively pressing herself against it, mashing her breasts against it and with outstretched arms, her voice rose to a pitch that seemed impossible. Sensing that he should prolong the performance, bring her to the point of frenzy, he waited for a moment before he told her to take the leather panties off.
Her hands darted and were already pulling the leather down before the words were completely formed. Facing him she stepped out of them and thrust her hips toward him, her hands circling the out-thrust mound as if she were frightened to touch it. The swollen lips with the black triangle of hair above them were slightly parted, easily visible from the bed.
"Where is it, June?" he asked menacingly.
"In that cupboard there. What do you want me to do?"
"Lie across the bed here and raise your hips." "My bottom in the air," she said urgently. "Like this?"
Finding the whip, he swished it through the air, finding an unexpectedly pleasurable sensation in doing so. Her buttocks, white and round with the deep cleft between them, were raised well up, seeming to strain toward the blow that would surely come. The rope-covered handle felt strangely cold in his hand, and bending its pliable length between them, he experienced a foretaste of the act purely by holding it.
"What does it feel like to be like that?" he asked quietly.
"A bit frightening, but more exciting. I don't need much to come after lying in front of that mirror and sucking you off," she said, a touch of nervousness in her voice.
The whip whistled through the air, landing with a thin crack on her plump buttocks. She screamed, a high-pitched noise of sheer pain torn out of her throat. Again he hit, watching her jerk away from it, and again before she recovered from the last blow. Her fingers scrabbled madly at the silk counterpane and she began babbling senselessly, her whole body rocking with pain. "Oh, fuck! fuck! fuck; Christ, it hurts. It hurts deep inside me!" Slashing at her again, he began to feel the power he knew she expected his to feel. Cris-crossed weals, read and angry looking, appeared-and he deliberately tried to land the next blow directly on one of them so that the pain might be increased. Again, he raised his arm feeling the unexpectedly powerful tremor in his arm as the whip landed. "I can't bear such pain! I can't stand it!... Oh, Jesus ... it's killing me!"
"You asked for it, didn't you, June?"
"Yes, I asked for it, asked for it, asked for it."
"And it's hurting, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's hurting, John." Her speech suddenly became more coherent and a subtle change came over her. She was no longer trying to avoid the whip but was rising up to meet it, arching her back and seeming to welcome it.
"I can feel it now. It doesn't hurt so much. There's a warm fire inside me ... all inside my cunt."
Increasing the speed he rained blows down on her, the savage urge to reverse the feeling back to pain sweeping through him with sickening force. Her buttocks were a mass of weals and a few drops of blood appeared where the skin had broken. He slashed again and again, his arm tiring as the minutes wore on. She began bucking as her groping hand found her sopping cunt and began furiously manipulating her clitoris.
"I'm going to come now ... I'm going to come. The fire in my cunt's read hot ... Whip! John, whip!... Don't stop now!"
She wasn't moving now, only her hand continued its secret movements, and her breath was held for long moments as the orgasm grew in her. Her crumpled face, contorted with passion, lost its beauty and became a mask of lust-woman addicted to a strange and savage lust. His own lust leapt to meet hers and his hand pumped his painfully swollen penis, the orgasm rising at the touch. He heard his own voice harsh and unreal cursing and swearing is an effort to give some physical expression to his thought. He couldn't stop .. not now that he was coming.
"I'm coming, John. My cunt's opening! It's on fire!"
His penis swelled and he felt the electric charge of the hot sperm leap the agonizingly pleasurable length of his prick. His scrotum tightened and sent the pearly beads shooting into the air, three feet across to her buttocks. He slashed at them in a frenzy ... a haze of lust in his brain, his thoughts centered only on his orgasm and the sperm and blood splattered buttocks in front of him. She began screaming again, her hand a blur between her separated thighs.
"It's here ... The whip! I'm coming because ... the spank! ... Oh! Oh! .. Yes, I'm coming ... I'm coming! I'm coming ... Whip! I'm coming!"