"Did you enjoy the show?" asked Claudine, driving home…
"Very much! I think the acts are superb," replied Louise. "But they tell me the whole thing's weak in its continuity. You've been told that yet?"
Claudine laughed.
"In this business, Louise, I haven't done a show yet that the people in it haven't screamed their heads off for a Cecil B. de Mille script! What do they want? People go to a revue for the acts, not for a story. Hell, you could have one story, one boy-meets-girl theme, and that'd do for everything that's ever been staged since Ziegfeld!"
"I suppose so. Anyway, in your acts, you're strong. You've got some wonderful people in it, Claudine. I thought that ventriloquist was simply superb!"
"Rollo? Only the best in the world, that's all. And four languages, too, all perfect. But he's a queer one."
"How do you mean?"
Claudine shot a quick look at Louise.
"Don't tell me you didn't find out. I wasn't looking, mind you, but I know what goes on."
"Oddly enough, that's what he told me, that you know what's going on, I mean."
"He frig you back there while I had the chorus line on?"
Louise decided she would play it just as coolly as Claudine was doing. "Of course," she said. "Damn it, Claudine, just why did you do it? Did you take me with you tonight to show me your rehearsal, or to show me what happens in your business?"
"Yes and no. You needed it, Louise. What you wanted was something quite new, something quite fresh and outside your experience to take your mind off Hector and yourself. That's why I took you along."
"But why do you do these things?"
"Let's say I do it for kicks. I'm a bit older than you are. I've lived a different sort of life, and this is where it's got me. Besides I have this philosophy about it all: sex is the biggest thing in the world. Sometimes, Louise, I think it's the only thing. For me, at least, I know it is. Once you know it and admit it, the rest becomes easy. You just go out after it. There's so much of it around, Louise."
"There is, isn't there?" Louise thought about it. "I saw it tonight. Those three acrobats…"
"They up to their tricks again? They always are, I hear."
"Rollo says they're brothers. Are they queer?"
"I don't think they're brothers. They call their act the Henry Brothers, but I wouldn't know whether that means they really are brothers. And queer? Well, I don't think that, either."
"Well, they certainly weren't bashful."
"Oh, they're randy enough. If they can't find women, they get busy on themselves. As for Rollo, now, I don't know about him. I suspect he's both ways, but I've never been able to find out for sure, one way or another. What happened tonight back there in the dark?"
"Well, the acrobats were the first I saw. Soon as the girls got stripped, they got busy, quite uninhibitedly, as if they didn't care who was looking. Rollo pointed them out to me. But that wasn't the worst, by any means. Just about the same time, I saw the two dancers – you know, the acrobatic ones."
"They strip?"
"Stark naked. And they got together – oh, Claudine, it was quite unbelievable… Then Rollo went and said something to the man. And then he and she uncoupled, and they put on quite the wildest exhibitionistic fuck I've ever seen!"
She mused randily, going over the still vivid memory.
"That's the first time I've ever seen the full fuck of any two people. She was on top of him, but bent over backwards. Her whole pussy was exposed. Hell, I never thought a cunt could look that ugly and yet, at the same time, quite so divine. And there the man was, boring into it from underneath and upwards. It was fabulous!"
"How'd Rollo get into the act, then?"
"Oh, I don't know. I was sort of mesmerized at what was going on. And then I felt his fingers in me, and my titties being thrashed about. And there it was, I'm afraid!"
"That's Rollo. Quite a worker in his own smooth way."
"Oh yes, and then when the dancers wound up in orgasm, Rollo ripped out his rod and wham! He was into the woman. My God! I thought sure he'd tear the poor female apart!"
Claudine laughed. It was a sexy revel of a laugh, naughty as striptease and served only to excite Louise.
"Then I saw the poor pianist with a terrific erection. His tool was throbbing up right out of his fly, so I crossed over to him. I just couldn't help it. It fascinated me, and before I knew what was happening, I was down on it and I sucked him off."
"No wonder he played so well for that last number," said Claudine. "But no matter, I'd have done the same."
"But you, Claudine, know what the people back? How do you there?"
For answer Claudine did a surprising thing. She took Louise's hand and, parting her thighs under the steering wheel as they drove on, she thrust the hand between her legs.
Electrified, Louise felt her fingers encounter the hairy bush surrounding the elder woman's twat. It was wet through with spunk, warm and deliciously oily to the touch of her hand. There as a warmth to it that was completely shocking.
"That's what," said Claudine, laughing hollowly. "God, Louise, what a lot you still have to learn! With me, for example, I'm already at that stage in sex when, I swear to you, I thrill more to fornification taking place around me than I do to actual fucking itself. I love it! I revel in it."
"Look. All you've told me about what was what goes with you, if you are doing there behind your feel about what's going on happening there tonight! I knew it was happening. And I get so worked up about it, so randy, that it's all I can do to keep from going out of my mind. God, there are times I'd like to stuff two, three or four cocks into my cunt all at one time! Only I know you can't do that. And it's just at times like that, when my libido is at its worst that I find it perversely satisfying to see just how iron hard I can keep my control. I shut my ears to the sound of sex. I dominate myself to make myself not notice it. Even the smell of it and ah, God, but even though I can smell it I ignore it. And when you can accomplish that, darling, then you'll know what sex can mean!"
The car had rolled to a stop outside Louise's hotel. But Louise, quite enraptured at what Claudine was telling her, hardly noticed.
"Poor thing!" she cried, in sympathy, allowing her fingertips to explore the slithery slit beneath their light caress. "You must be so worked up by now! Can't I help, Claudine?"
Claudine heaved a mighty sigh as a sudden wave of desire all but consumed her. As the girl shuddered, Louise felt the rigid self-control tangibly snap. Claudine seemed to thrust herself at Louise's soft, caressing fingers, splaying the labia of her introitus over the fingers they now imprisoned.
"Yes!" she whispered, urgently. "Damn me, but you can. Let's get out of here! Let's go up to your room. No, better still, let's get out to my villa! Oooh, but this hurts! But let it hurt, then. We'll soon put a stop to it!"
Savagely she slammed the car into gear, and swiftly drove through the silence of the night, the twin rays of the headlamps boring north into the darkness as the city fell away, and they raced onwards to the hills where Claudine lived, in utter silence, the girls sat glued to their seats while Claudine expertly reeled off the kilometers to her villa.
Once there she raced up the steps, seeming to pant with an animal ferocity as she shoved the latchkey at the lock and slammed on lights. Louise, as if drawn by some incomprehensible mastery, seemed in some sort of trance as she followed blindly. Mechanically, she shut the door behind her and just as devoid of volition, she trailed Claudine through into an adjoining bedroom. There was a look on Claudine's face such as Louise had never seen before since she had known the woman. Her mouth seemed to hang open over her fine teeth. Slackjawed, her lips were wet. She seemed to be slavering, like some feral jungle denizen. Her eyes gleamed wickedly. Her proud, voluptuous bosom heaved as she drew in great draughts of air with her breathing. Like some fly caught helpless in a spider's spell, Louise felt herself waiting in a frenzy of anticipation for what would happen next.
With the lights on, Claudine tossed back her magnificent head and laughed.
"Now!" was all she said, and reached for a zipper under her armpit, shucking her gown over her head. She allowed it to lie just where it fell. Louise gazed wide-eyed at the sudden revelation of absolute nudity beneath that gown. Again, Claudine was wearing no undergarments whatever. From being fully dressed, with one garment removed she now stood stark naked and supreme as a statue, with her hair disheveled from the gown that had just ruffled it.
"Now you too!" she hissed to Louise. "Strip! Go on! Every stitch you have on. Take it off!"
And Louise found herself obeying, quite bereft of the volition to resist. She fumbled at catches and buttons, and let her dress fall limply on a nearby chair. She unleashed her fabulous breasts from their cushioning nets of nylon, then wriggled daintily out of her panties, and finally she stood as naked and every bit as superbly molded as Claudine.
Ripples of shuddering desire consumed her. Visibly she shivered, waiting for what would happen next.
Claudine was facing her, lashing at her nipples with the insides of her fingers. Bent slightly forwards, her tits hung suspended. She was whipping up untold desires with her whisking fingers. Seeing Louise's nakedness only seemed to increase her torment.
Then she swiftly crossed to a cupboard and took a tiny object that she held out to Louise. It was a short-handled whip, Louise saw, but a whip of many lashes instead of the single thong. And as Louise felt the thing in her hands, she realized that the lashes were each of fine-meshed silver chain.
"Now!" said Claudine, seeming to mesmerize Louise as she gazed deep into her eyes. "Now, you'll whip me with this. You'll whip me all over – back, buttocks, even my tits! Then, when I tell you, I want you to whip even harder, all over, even into my cunt, if you can! I'll squeal – that I promise you – but you're not to worry. Just whip and go on whipping! That's all!"
She crossed to her bed and lay on her back, naked and quivering in the grip of some strange obsession.
"Now!" she commanded.
She cupped each breast in her pressing hands, fondling them as she offered them in a glorious oblation – a living sacrifice – to what Louise was to do to them.
Louise let the silver thongs fall once, lightly, across the supine woman's tits. "Not like that!" commanded Claudine, harshly. "Harder! Hard as you can, be merciless! Draw blood if you can!" And suddenly Louise, now completely under the control of the other girl's will, seemed to realize her strange role.
She raised, the whip and lashed the foot-long thongs across the nipples in Claudine's cupping hands. Claudine winced as each lash cut its welt into her tender mammary flesh. The hardened nipples stood up as Louise raised the whip again.
Once more she brought her arm downwards. Again and again she raised her right arm, and again and again lashed savagely at the breasts of the woman who now wriggled in agony beneath her onslaught. And then, as if by instinct, she switched her whipping attack to the belly and flanks of the naked, rolling, tormented body on the bed.
Harshly disregarding the moaning and cries which her torture was provoking, she reached out her left hand, grabbing at Claudine's hair. She wrenched her around, exposing the woman's incomparable buttocks. These she now attacked, directing a rain of blows upon the white flesh that soon made of each buttock an angry, red, flaming globe of torment.
And Louise stared in fascination as Claudine, sobbing in pain through the onslaught, wriggled to a knee-squatting position, buttocks in the air, to present still a greater area of her backside to the delicious, unendurable, unceasing whipping. Twisting, she brought these buttocks to point directly at Louise.
"Strike!" she howled dementedly. "Harder! Mutilate me! Cut me to ribbons if you can! For Christ's sake, don't stop now. I'm coming – ooooh! But any moment now I'll come!"
The rounded globes of her posterior were now angry, inflamed spheres of red. In some places, blood oozed. But they were like magnets, those buttocks, to that rising and falling instrument of silvered thongs. Again and again the whip descended.
And now Claudine, consumed utterly by the agony, thought up an awful thing. Sinking her shoulders upon her hands, arching her back, she seemed to thrust herself literally inside out, exposing her cunt in a convex mound at the snaking thongs of the castigating whip. The way she knelt, ass in the air, all that seemed visible between the mounds of her buttocks was her gaping cunt, a red, angry maw beneath the tight-drawn button of her anus. The lashes could not avoid it. There, from its curly, wet-haired bed, it stood out, lips agape, and Louise tore into it with the whip, fiercely watching as if hypnotized at the way it seemed to reach for each stroke she bestowed upon it.
By this time she had been whipping Claudine for a full five minutes, although it seemed to have been hours.
Suddenly Claudine shot her legs out, kicking them straight back, so that she fell on her belly over the bed, and Louise knew that her orgasm was upon her.
Sweating from her exertions, Louise was shiny-skinned in the light, but she never let up with her flagellation. Up and down went the whip, now across Claudine's twisting, turning back again – and the howls of the tortured woman, demented with pain, consumed in the Elysium of her orgasm, made the night hideous.
And then Louise could whip no more. Her right arm refused to raise itself at her will. Limply she let it hang, and the whip fell from her fingers. In a dead faint, Louise fell limply to the floor on top of the whip.
Claudine, still now except for an occasional twitching she was powerless to control, lay upon her bed, lost in her own heaven of perverted rapture.
Louise recovered consciousness to the sound of running water in the bathroom next door. Over her, Claudine was bending, sponging her forehead with cool water on a soft towel.
She struggled through the moments of orientation, adjusting to their dual nudity, to her surroundings, mechanically answering the questions, acknowledging the spoken sympathy of Claudine.
Everything felt strange, but strangest of all was the queer sensation in Louise's loins, where a sense of heaviness, born of dammed up frustration, pressed down upon her internal organs. It was not so painful as numbing as Louise struggled warily to her feet.
"Poor girl," fussed Claudine. "Come. A bath first. That should help."
Naked, Louise hung upon the other woman, allowing herself to be led to the bath where the bluish sheen of water steamed slightly. The bath was big enough for both of them, and the two women slid into the water, floating their way into a fit against its sides.
Louise felt herself reviving rapidly in the warmth of the water. She began, once more, to notice things in greater detail. The bathroom – its mirrors, its towels, its luxurious appointments. Even Claudine.
She shuddered to see the livid red welts, some of them turning blue already, upon the perfect skin of Claudine. She closed her eyes and shuddered at the memory of her strange part in mutilating this splendid body.
"Doesn't it hurt?" she asked, her voice muted to a whisper almost.
"Terribly, darling. But deliciously. Oh, my God, but you were wonderful!"
"I don't know what got into me. Oh, I just don't know how I could have been like that, how I could have done that to you!"
"Please don't worry, Louise. You did magnificently! You were perfect!"
"But, Claudine, those welts on your body! All those lashes! How can you endure it?"
"It's an acquired taste, shall we say? Who knows? Perhaps one day you, too, will know the delight of it."
"I've heard about it. Flagellation. How and when did you discover it?"
"Don't forget, Louise, I live for sex, which is my whole life. And what is whipping, after all, just another method of coming, just another manifestation of sexual activity. So I endure it. That's all there is to it."
"It must have taken fantastic courage, the first time. Did it?"
"Courage? I don't know. I don't remember. It was long ago."
"Tell me about it?"
Claudine laved her striated body tenderly with a soft cloth.
"It was on Capri about five years ago, I think. I'd gone there with another woman especially for the experience. On purpose, you'll understand, at her invitation. She was very like me but she was so much more learned in so many things that are still a mystery to me, I'm afraid. Anyway from her I learned what I went to learn, and plenty, too."
"But weren't you afraid? I'd have been."
"Yes I think I was. But I had to do it. Compulsion. I had to go through with it, to find out what it was an about. That's something I don't think I can explain, Louise."
"I – do you think it would work with me?" At that Claudine laughed merrily.
"Candidly, I don't. It's like drugging, Louise. It all depends on your attitude of mind when you go into the experience, your attitude of acceptance, let's can it. If you're just experimenting, then I wouldn't advise it. But if you feel a compulsion, if you feel you simply must undergo it to round out your gamut of experience, then I'd say yes. By any means, and my blessing on it!"
Claudine became reminiscent, as she thought back to her stay on Capri years ago.
"God, what a fantastic woman she was," she said.
"The one who initiated you?"
"Yes. Quite perfect. I think it was only after I'd known her – that I came to formulate my reason for being, my philosophy of sex. If you think I live for sex, Louise, you should have known her. Not in another ten years could I reach the level she already was at in sex, not with any amount of trying. She just was sex. It exuded from her, it was so strong you could almost put out your hand and feel it. There was just nothing, she had not done. And any of it perfectly. Men, women, boys, all the mechanical tricks… even dogs. She knew it all. She'd done, it all."
"Dogs? But how revolting!"
Claudine shot a sharp look of disapproval at Louise.
"Revolting?" she echoed, eyebrows raised. "Don't ever say that. I tell you, Louise, it was beautiful. With her, everything in sex was beautiful and perfect. She was utterly incapable of anything revolting."
Louise realized what Claudine meant. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Not at all. But wait a minute," said Claudine, easing herself gently up and out of the bath. "Get dried now and come with me. I'll show you something."
In the bedroom, Claudine picked up the silvery whip and crossed to a wall closet. Louise noticed how reverently she handled the thing and understood just that much better. From the closet, where she laid the whip, Claudine brought out a wooden, intricately-carved casket. With loving care, she opened it slowly.
It revealed a sight that caused Louise involuntarily to catch her breath.
A tray flipped up and out and there, resting in satin niches, were at least a dozen perfectly-modeled penises. They were obviously penises and nothing else. There were pricks of all sizes, lengths and thicknesses, each in the color of actual flesh. Could they have been actual erections which had been amputated and preserved in erection by some witchery unknown to her?
As if divining her thoughts, Claudine smiled.
"Ever see anything like this?" she asked. "Rubber, all of them. But the cleverest set in the whole world, that I'll swear. They call them dildos. I had them made in Paris seven years ago."
Lovingly she drew one at random from its bed of satin. It was a fierce, thick phallus, not long but wicked in its volume, nevertheless.
"Look at this one," she said, handing it to Louise.
Louise felt the old spell of mesmerism in her as she took it from Claudine's fingers. To the touch it was as if it had been constructed of living sinew from the human body itself.
"Isn't it a beauty?" whispered Claudine.
Louise was quite speechless. As if she were reaching into some fabulous jewel box she took up first one, then another, of the phalluses, handling them with silent reverence as she studied and admired them.
Finally she looked up at Claudine.
"Dimly and long ago," she said softly, "from somewhere, I heard about these things. But I never saw a dildo until now. Not in all my life. Have you ever used them, Claudine?"
"Yes. This casket is a hangover – I suppose you could call it – of the age in which I was getting my experience. Capri and all that. But I don't often use these dildos."
Already Louise felt her cunt itching in its desire to contain one or even all of these penises. Ever since Rollo had masturbated her, on this weirdest of all evenings, she had felt heavy and sexually unsatisfied – thwarted in some way. Tonight she had given so much to so many, and had had so little herself.
"Do you know how to use them?" she breathed. Claudine smiled.
"Of course," she said, all feminine sympathy and understanding now. "But you can use them yourself, you know."
Louise felt herself shivering, in spite of the warmth of the lush summer evening. Goose pimples stood up all over her skin as, in imagination, she felt the different pricks sliding up her cunt.
"Let me try," she whispered.
"Go right ahead," invited Claudine, extending the tray to Louise.
As if in a trance, Louise pored over its contents. There they lay, pricks in all their glory and in all their infinite variety. There were fat, chubby pricks, long pricks – enormously long and thin as pencils almost-pricks with vast blue heads on them. One massive affair was as thick as it was improbably long and seemed to gleam as if it were alive, blue-veined and full of girth. Then a trio of phalluses similar in molding, differing only in an extra inch of length. Louise could imagine the purpose of this trio, and quivered as she thought about it. One of them was an enormous thing, the like of which Louise could never have imagined. She thought it must have been included in the set as a sort of ornament – a gross enlargement of what a penis could look like. It was a full twelve inches long, fashioned to proportion so that it lay in its satin bed looking for all the world as vast as a woman's forearm.
It struck terror into her as she drew it diffidently from the box. Even handling the monstrous thing was a fearsome experience, and she winced as she tried to imagine something as formidable as that piercing her vagina, which was throbbing now with the pain of continuous frustration.
Seeing her handle that massive organ, far and away the greatest of them all, Claudine dissuaded Louise with a knowing glance.
"I'd start on something smaller," she said.
With wooden movements, as if she were a puppet, Louise replaced the vast tool and chose another, a weapon merely eight inches in length. But it was a fiercely-girthed prick at that, fully five inches or more in circumference, so that her hand could not encompass it quite around.
"May I try this one?" she asked.
Claudine acquiesced, and Louise fell over the bed, thighs splayed apart so that her agitated twat was fully exposed.
Slowly, infinitely carefully, she brought the blued head of the instrument to the parted labia and then thrust down with it so that her cunt lips seemed to swallow at the rubber girth.
Her glazed eyes took in the look of almost slavering, lascivious delight on Claudine's face. Deliciously then, Louise withdrew the rubber penis from her hairy slit and offered the ersatz erection to Claudine.
"You do it for me," she asked shyly. "Take it, Claudine. Toss me off with the thing. Go on, I'm ready."
Claudine obeyed. Grasping the instrument by its scrotumless base, she slid the length of it back up Louise's lubricated twat – once, twice, three times – listening to the moans of pleasure coming from the supine girl.
"God, but it feels enormous and perfect! Ah, the sweet, lovable heft of it! Give it to me, Claudine, but slowly… drive it into me. Don't stop!"
Not ceasing her frigging with the artificial prick, Claudine bent forward and took Louise's left nipple into her lips, running her teeth smoothly around its areola. The sensation caused Louise's beginning tirade to expire into a whimper of pure bliss.
Cleverly Claudine titillated the other nipple between experienced fingertips, never stopping with the major source of pleasure which was sliding in and out of the juicy sheath between Louise's thighs. Then she whipped the prick out of Louise's cunt, withdrawing it on long strands of love juices.
"Ah, Christ! What are you doing, Claudine? Don't stop now, I beg of you!" came the impassioned cry. "What's happening?"
"Wait. I've got a new idea."
Swiftly, Claudine bent to the box of dildos and slid out yet another tray from the canteen. In this tray lay a series of straps and, seizing one set of these, Claudine began to strap the base of the biggest prick – the foot-long enormity which Louise had handled with such trepidation – into a cunningly-contrived socket in the leatherwork. Then she bound the whole thing about her own hips so that suddenly the naked-breasted woman took on the weird appearance of a female with the most enormous erection Louise had ever seen, jutting up and out from her crotch. It was an awesome incredible sight.
"It's quite unbelievable!" exclaimed Louise. She lay twisting and undulating upon the bed racked with desire.
"But it's true," said Claudine. "Wait till you find out."
In a flash, Louise realized what was about to happen. Claudine meant to fuck her with that enormous engine. Louise grew cold with sudden terror.
"My God! No!" she shuddered. "Not with that thing! Oh, no, Claudine."
"It shouldn't hurt," whispered Claudine reassuringly. "I've had it and I never felt a thing."
"But it's so massive!" cried Louise.
"More than any real penis anywhere in the world," agreed Claudine, advancing again upon Louise. "But you'll see, you'll be able to take it. I promise I won't hurt you."
"But I'm afraid, Claudine."
"I'll stop it, I promise you, the moment I feel it's too much for you. I won't hurt you. Won't you try?"
Kneeling now, Claudine presented the huge head of the dildo at the entrance to Louise's vagina. Louise lay, rigid with fear, unable to move a muscle to defend herself…
"Relax now," soothed Claudine. "Part the hairs. Open it up!"
"But I'll die, that thing will split me right down the middle," cried Louise. Nevertheless, devoid of all ability to resist, she found herself obeying the soothing commands of Claudine. Consumed both by the spell of fear and the overpowering sexual lust, she spread her thighs to their maximum parting. With one hand, she fingered open the lips of her cunt. With the other she reached for the grotesquely huge phallus, and haltingly guided its enormity, jutting from Claudine's pubis, till its tip rested against her twat, completely hiding the opening.
She winced in pain as her labia communicated to her tormented consciousness just how Herculean would be the task she was entrusting now to her vagina – to absorb this arm-thick tool. Then, gritting her teeth, she forced the blue-red head agonizingly and slowly into her cunt. Millimeter by millimeter she forced it in, urged on by the slow but relentless thrust of Claudine, astride her like a man. And then she felt its massive tip disappear up her vagina and the searing pain she had anticipated was absent. And in her delight, she quivered again. She opened her eyes and saw with amazement that though it was a man's penis that was inside her, it was a woman's breasted, beautifully-formed body that bestrode her, and she revelled in the lascivious sexuality of this weird intercourse.
From her throat spilled the torrent of profanity she loved to indulge in when in the passion of her sexual torment.
"Ah-h-h-h!" she sighed, laughing and crying, both relief and randiness. "Give it to me now, Claudine! Bore it in, don't stop now. Don't stop again. Work it into me! RIP my cunt in two with that enormous thing! Christ, but it's big! It's the biggest penis in the world! Let this be the fuck to end all fucking! Let me die on the damned thing, impale me on it! Piss in me with it, vomit on me if you like, but fuck me! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck me! Slam it into me, right up my cunt. Up! Up, up, up deep inside me, into my cervix… into my womb! Oh, piss over me, Claudine, shit on me! Thrash my nipples, maul my breasts, but fuck me, please. Slide it in and out – oh, but it's huge. It's so hugely enormous! Give it to my clitoris, my twat, my hairy cunt, my aching, aching cunt-rub me, frig me, toss me off, do what you like so long as you fuck me!"
Grinning, Claudine obeyed. Knowing the harm she could wreak with the mighty engine she had strapped to her loins, she used all her skill to keep it sliding in and out like some piston in its sexual cylinder, and within minutes of entering that vagina, she could feel the woman beneath her contorting to contain even more of it – the struggle she knew to be the female prelude to coming.
And indeed, as she felt this happening, Claudine seemed to change sex. From being a breathing, functioning woman, she suddenly became a dominating, pulsating male. She felt male. She felt as if the penis, erecting from her pelvis, was not a manmade creation but a thing of her own body as is a man's prick. She felt the reactions and sensations of a man.
And as she felt Louise coming in great, writhing torments beneath her, Claudine reacted as a man would react. She urged on the phallus inside, ground it, extended it and laved it in its bed of lubricity, thrust it in jets to simulate the coming of a man thrilling to the demented groans and squeals of the woman beneath him being fucked into oblivion. She even growled like a man, in a bass, throaty growl from deep inside her.
Eventually Louise, thrashing beneath the onslaught, could bear it no longer. With a cry, this time of real pain as her orgasm passed, she thrust Claudine viciously from her and wriggled free of the thing that seemed to be ripping her entrails out through her cunt. Claudine collapsed, half on and half over the bed.
"Stop!" snarled Louise. "Oh, stopstopstop! I can't stand any more of this. I'm being torn apart, I swear I am! Stop, I tell you!"
And as she shouted she collapsed, utterly and completely spent, dripping with sweat and tumult. Claudine drew herself up next to Louise.
From time to time, Louise writhed, involuntarily, in the after glow of intercourse. But Claudine knew this was the writhing and not the agony of enormous satisfaction. It was the aftermath of an excitement maintained at a pitch that was only just physically bearable. There was pain in it, to be sure. But it was the same delicious pain that Claudine could endure to its maximum in the rite of flagellation. It would pass. And when it had passed, there would come peace and the bliss of absolute euphoria.
She knew what Louise was enduring. She knew the feeling supremely well. And by doing nothing and saying nothing, hut simply clasping the naked body of the girl to her own nakedness, she knew hest how to prolong that euphoria. Soon the writhing and twitching of the nude virago would subside, and the sobbing would cease. Soon there would be nothing but the engulfment of utter satisfaction.
And, for their next intercourse, Claudine could wait…