Chapter 8
AN UNSATISFIED ACHE IN HER CUNT DROVE Connie on. Already she had drunk more than she could safely cope with. The alcohol was giving her the necessary courage to seek out places that she normally would never have gone near.
The urge to whip was still strong but she felt she needed something a little more refined. The image that was trying to thrust itself through her cloudy disorganized thoughts was of a woman-yes, a little Lesbian!
She smiled to herself and called a cab, telling the driver to take her to the Left Bank. The idea grew more fixed with every ticking of the meter. When the taxi finally stopped outside the club she had chosen, she had a preconceived idea of the sort of thing she was looking for and was determined to try and find it.
Inside, she stood hesitantly, wondering whether she hadn't really bitten off more than she would chew.
Making a deliberate effort, she walked toward the bar, took her coat off and sat down.
She was waiting for something to happen when she felt a hand from behind her touch her hip. Spinning round on the stool she saw the most repulsive face that she had ever seen, and simply spun around once more, praying that she would try again. She wasn't sure, but she did look like a she!
After a few minutes a band started playing and couples drifted onto the floor.
She wasn't quite sure that she wanted to remain, in fact she was thinking of leaving when she sensed someone watching her.
Looking into the mirror over the bar she had a good view of the watching eyes and the face. It was a young face, grave, until the eyes smiled.
The feeling of certainty, that was the thing, the one she had been looking for, was a feeling for which she had not been prepared.
Ordering another drink, she waited in agony of suspense for something to happen.
It was about five minutes later, when she was absent-mindedly looking in her handbag that she felt a hand at her elbow. Looking up she was thrilled when she saw a small woman with wide-set laughing eyes standing above her. She indicated that she should sit and occupy the next seat to her. She lit a cigarette to conceal her trembling hands.
"Thank you," she said softly. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Of course," replied Connie nervously.
The girl, dark haired and with eyes that were strangely gray in the bar lights, settled herself more comfortably on the stool and ordered two whiskeys.
"My name is Dairy; what's yours?"
"Connie."
The frank sympathetic gaze that met hers convinced her that she would find Darry an understanding companion.
Aware that her heart was beating almost too quickly Connie made a deliberate effort to relax.
"And what are you doing here?"
"I was bored, so I started looking for some excitement," Connie said, picking up her glass and rattled the ice in it.
Sipping at the whiskey, she became more certain that she wanted Darry.
"What were you looking for-in particular?" Darry asked, her face showing no trace of curiosity.
"For excitement, I told you."
"In particular, Connie?"
There was no avoiding the question and she began to feel vaguely uncomfortable.
"I thought so," answered Darry. "Somehow I can always tell when people want something."
"Do you make a habit of reading people's minds?"
"Don't misunderstand me, Connie, I was thinking aloud, that's all. And you want me?"
The simple answer committed her, and she was glad there was no going back., "My flat is not far from here," she said softly.
"Then let's go, this place is beginning to bore me."
It wasn't far to her flat and they walked, neither wishing to be driven.
A clock in the distance struck midnight, reminding Connie that Clem was still tied up. His predicament didn't touch her and she walked on defiantly ignoring it.
A large block of flats came into view and Darry pointed out which one was hers as they drew nearer.
Leaving their coats in a small closet at the entrance, they walked in, Darry holding the door open for her.
They were in the most immense drawing room that she had ever seen and good taste showed in every piece of furniture that filled it. A bookcase filled with rare and expensive volumes fitted in exactly with the decor.
Sitting down on a wide comfortable sofa, she watched her as she prepared drinks.
Taking the Scotch that Darry brought her she watched her closely as she sat down, pleased with her good taste and flattered that she found her pretty.
"To you, Connie," she raised her glass.
"To you."
Darry selected a record and put it on the gramophone. It was like nothing she had ever heard before ... modern jazz that was strangely disturbing and faintly erotic.
"This is going to be the thing in ten years time," said Darry, and switched off the main light.
Amused at the individual way she lit their cigarettes, Connie coughed at the harsh taste, wondering whether it was some French brand.
"No, they aren't regular cigarettes. They're marijuana."
"New to me," explained Connie.
Somehow she had never had the courage to try them before. Already she could feel a certain light-headed-ness and a curiously strong urge to laugh.
Making conversation had already become an effort, and the more she smoked the less inclined she became to speak.
Standing up and taking a few hesitant steps on the long-haired rug, she began to sway her hips in time with the now recognizable beat.
"Take your dress off," Darry said. "You'll feel more comfortable."
Unzipping the side fastening and throwing the belt on one side, she bent down and pulled the dress over her head.
She couldn't remember answering Darry; somehow she had reacted to her suggestion first and then given a mechanical answer.
The tiny briefs she wore, little bigger than the triangle of hair they attempted to cover, made her feel as naked as if her skirts had been blown up around her waist on a busy street.
"Take them off and show me yourself," said Darry.
Unconsciously Connie reacted and, taking her hands from her breasts, stripped them down in one clean movement. She was still high, still enjoying this new sensation.
"Does it look wet, Darry?"
Looking down at herself and voicing her thoughts, she put her hands between her thighs and felt the moisture that was running down them.
"Only when you do that," she answered.
Stepping out of her skirt Darry let it slip down her small body. She shivered, wanting this strange woman.
She walked toward the bookcase and brought back a black box and hid it beneath the sofa.
She stepped out of her briefs and took off her bra.
"I'm ready for you now, Connie. Come, cherie, sit next to me here."
The touch of her warm flesh danced through her like an electric shock. A soft wet mouth found hers and they became lost in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on and on.
"Your breasts are so very big, no?" said Darry.
"You like them?" asked Connie anxiously.
Darry put the swollen nipple into her soft half-open mouth and a little cry was torn out of her as she felt it slip over it and begin sucking.
"Do you like what I do to you?" she asked softly.
"Don't speak, Darry, just suck them a little more."
With narrowed lustful eyes Darry looked at her, her hand still cupping her breast.
"I have something here that I want to use on you."
Darry snapped open the lid and showed three dildos resting side by side on a bed of black velvet. Extracting one and looking at it for a moment, Connie was able to see that it was an exact replica of a penis, complete with scrotum.
Placing the box on the floor and clasping the flesh-colored thing, Darry carefully spread her thighs apart and pushed it between the long lips.
"This will show you how easy it is," she said, her eyes dilating with excitement.
"Inside now," she muttered. "All inside my greedy cunt."
"Who did you get it out for?" asked Connie impatiently.
"Oh, cherie. I'm so sorry. You can have it now."
Raising her buttocks and spreading her thighs, Darry grasped the end of it and slowly began withdrawing it. Shining like a well-oiled piston, it came out, unwillingly at first and then with a sudden swift movement.
"This is for you, Connie," muttered Darry, as she separated the lips and sought for her vagina. Arching her back. Connie separated her thighs further as the head of the dildo sank in. She gasped with pleasure, her breathing quickening as the whole length followed
-the scrotum touching her anus.
Can you pull it out until the head's balanced at my hole," she shuddered. "And then push it in again."
The deep surge as the dildo was buried deep within her almost took her breath away. Lustfully she awaited the next thrust, her nerves jangling.
Again and again the dildo was thrust up her, and all the time her fingers reamed at the opening of her anus. It was easier now, less wet and she was able to relax and enjoy the multiple stimulation without the pain destroying it. Her cunt felt open and judging by the sound, wet as well.
She began rocking her hips, rising to meet the twin movements of the dildo and Darry's fierce fingers. Her bowels seemed to turn to water and the tearing sensation in her slopping cunt grew and grew until she knew she couldn't stop.
"You're coming?"
"Yes, I'm coming. Oh, Darry, please don't stop!"
The almost sickening force of the orgasm grew, swelled up in her like a monstrous bubble, expanding everything, putting impossible strains on her nerves. She couldn't stop now, nothing could stop this!
"Your fingers up my arsehole! It's here ... Oh! ... I'm coming! ... I'm commg ... Coming!"
Her whole body convulsed and Darry's fingers were gripped by the powerful sphincter spasmodically twitching as Connie writhed in ecstasy, her teeth grinding noisily and her thighs flapping wildly high up above the carpet. A tremor, a huge gasp and she was lying back relaxed and with a contented smile on her face.
"You liked it?" asked Darry.
"Mmm ... it was heavenly."
After a few moments she opened her eyes and saw Darry standing above her with a glass in her hand. It was the whiskey that she had forgotten about. Smiling gratefully, she swallowed it and wondered why she hadn't noticed that Darry had such a perfect body.
"Come here," she said tenderly.
"What do you want with me?" asked Darry, wide-eyed. She didn't answer, but put the glass down and touched her gently between her warm thighs.
Darry quivered as she lay next to her, her face anxious.
"I want to give you the same pleasure you gave me." said Connie, when she felt the lips part. "I need it, Connie, I need it," she answered.