Hours later, with the lights still blazing, the two girls awoke.
Louise stirred first and let herself lie, laved in luxury, as consciousness surged back to her. Her first realization, she noted with amusement, was that she was stark naked, lying on a bed in a fully-lit, strange room.
Next she could feel the warmth of a body touching hers. Her immediate reaction was that it might be Andrew's body. But then she remembered, and at that moment she felt Claudine stir at her side.
Down the curving muscle of her thigh, she next realized, was the rigidity of the enormous penis, still strapped to the body of Claudine. How many times, thought Louise luxuriously, had she awakened to just such a penis thrust against some part of her body as Hector, ever randy, nestled up to her in sleep?
"Awake, my darling?" came the soft question from Claudine.
"Mmmm-m-m," mumbled Louise, reluctant to spoil the delicious lassitude she was feeling.
She turned and nuzzled gratefully into the warm, soft, womanly flesh of breasts and belly, both softly yielding, and she pressed her own naked mammaries into those of Claudine, eluding, as she did so, the strapped penis still warm between their two bodies. Louise seemed to merge into the soft flesh of her female partner. On a sudden mutual impulse the two girls joined wet, inviting lips in an impassioned kiss, in which there was all of sweet female understanding, gratitude and utter sexual comprehension.
Though their watches told them they had been asleep only three hours, Louise was surprised how strangely rested she felt.
They ceased their kiss after long blissful moments. Then Louise stretched her arms up above her head and uninhibitedly sprang out of bed, reveling in her splendid nakedness. Arms raised in a ballet posture, she danced lightly about the room, her glorious breasts jouncing and bouncing delightfully as she pirouetted about, now showing her belly, now her bosom, now her buttocks, in wild abandon.
Claudine smiled understandingly, knowing just how Louise was feeling.
Then she, too, rose and calmly and reverently, set about unstrapping the penis from between her thighs. Then she unsocketed the penis itself from its supporting straps and carefully laid them in their satin nests in the case.
Equally naked, she walked into the lounge and through to the kitchen. Soon there was a snack of hot milk, scones, butter and jam. Both carried their plates to the bedroom where they ate in silent peace and contentment.
Finished, Louise pored again in fascination amid the contents of the dildo case. Now, her libido stilled, she was able to take up and examine each of the cunningly-wrought pricks without the hot flush of desire dementing her and blunting her appreciation of these works of art.
"What's this one for?" she asked, holding up one of the very long, thin ones. "This one surely could hardly give any woman any pleasure?"
"You'd be surprised," said Claudine. "Some girls are made that way; they can't take anything thick, but they seem to be able to absorb any length of anything that's thin enough."
The dildo was a long, thumb-thick affair, nowhere near as fearsome as even the short, squat prick with which Louise had begun her experience of artificial fornication. Certainly it was not in a class with the great tool, thick as a forearm and almost as long, with which Claudine had finished off the experience.
"And also," Claudine continued, "there's the anus, you know!"
"The anus?" echoed Louise in wonderment. Then realizing what Claudine meant, she added weakly: "Oh, I see."
"That, too, you'll probably experience one day," said Claudine. "If, that is, you haven't done it yet."
"No," admitted Louise. "No, darling, I haven't. Hector's tried it but, I don't know. He just never managed it. Either I winced too much with pain or he'd find it impossible to plunge it through that restricting ring business. I don't know, I seem to be awfully tight there. But I've often wanted to know what it's like."
"Then you probably will, one day. You don't just start on a penis, you know. You begin on within, narrow tube like one of these or even an ordinary laboratory test tube will do, if you haven't a dildo like that one. You oil it well and insert it, and there you are. Some girls even use a finger for a start."
"A finger? Oh, I see. Oh, Claudine, there is still so much I have to learn!"
"There's so much we all have to learn, my sweet."
"But how do I learn it? How would I ever have known what you've taught me up to now if, that is, if I'd never let you?"
"Oh, one does, my darling, one does. Trouble with most people is that they just won't. They don't keep an open mind about sex. They rebel inside themselves. They set themselves limits, saying: 'This much I'll do. That far, I won't go.' And how can people like that learn?"
"I was like that, Claudine. But then you camp along. Oh, how can I ever thank you enough?"
"Me? Nonsense! Don't even try. Look at it another way and you'll see that you've been as good for me as I've ever been for you. Hector was one thing entirely, of course. But Hector and Andrew, what are they, after all? Men. Males. I agree that they're often quite necessary in their funny, limited way. They're almost irreplaceable. But only almost."
"You take these dildos, for example, these rubber cock affairs. If we never saw another man again and we had these, why, hell, what would we be missing? You know something? There are halls for each of these things. And you can fill those knackers with something like warmed-up glycerine, so that you can actually, at the moment of coming, ejaculate great squirts of hot fluid up into your insides. It's exactly the feeling you get when a man lets go inside you. Remind me to show you some time."
"Really? Oh, Claudine, where can I get myself a set like yours?"
"Dildos?"
"Mmmm-m-mm. Hector's away so often. And hell, with all my big talk about infidelity, do you know, I hate having to resort to it. But what can I do? He needn't think I don't know it, but Hector wasn't at all happy with my asking whether he'd mind about Andrew and me. And I don't think even Andrew likes it; somehow, I just get that feeling."
"Funny," mused Claudine. "I was thinking just that – just what you've said – that time we had dinner here. But that just proves what I'm trying to say: that men are adequate only within their limits. After that, what've you got? What man, for example, can give with his one silly prick the variety that all these pricks can give?"
"From these, you get all the pleasure you can get from an actual cock, and none of the inadequacies like the child-prevention-precautions and so on. And the failure to come at precisely that simultaneous instant. Or, worse sin, that constant strife to make sure you come together. With these dildos you get none of that. You and I could copulate with these for months to come, and we'd never need a man, either of us."
Louise was thoughtful. Then she spoke. "This, then, is lesbianism?"
"This, then, is lesbianism," said Claudine levelly. "Just this. What could be more idyllic, anyway, than two women together in utter, complete harmony, with never a misunderstanding between them. Never any bickering. And with all the sex in the world available by sliding a drawer out of that box. But there I go, and I'm the girl who adores all men and who lives for them, for their strength and clumsiness in feeling me, caressing me, undressing me, straddling me, fucking me, boring away in all their tactless insanity to dominate us. God, how I love men, how I love it all!"
"And I, too," echoed Louise, fervently. "But now – all this? Hell, I'm so confused I can't think straight any more."
"Of course you are, darling," said Claudine. "Don't even try to understand it all in one night. It must be all so strange to you. Just think about it, the rest will come in good time."
"Besides, I'm tired."
"Then come to bed."
"Here? With you?"
"Why not? You can't possibly drive back to Nice at four in the morning. Besides…"
"Oh, Claudine, I couldn't! Not if it's more sex. I've had enough, I swear I have!"
"You'll see," smiled Claudine.
She got up, naked and lovely. Her splendid body glowed in the soft, diffused light. As she moved Louise saw, and shuddered, at the several places where the welts of her recent whipping still stood up, blue and angry, over her otherwise flawless skin. Claudine gathered up the rubber phalluses, replacing them in their appointed beds in the tray that she slid back into the casket.
Closing the casket, she opened a catch on its side and another drawer slid out. In it, on a bed of blue satin, lay what looked like two penises. A second look, however, showed that they were not two pricks, but one.
Gently, reverently, Claudine took the strange object up, and Louise saw that the two cocks were connected at their thickened bases. There, the rubber had been built up onto a smooth bulge from which each jutted out to its full eight or nine inches. The flesh color of the thing was perfect. Not the tiniest detail had been left out. The undersurface was the perfect simulation of a man's penis, even including the pipe through which piss flowed and semen spurted. Louise handled the exotic thing and gazed at the blued veins crisscrossing the heft of each penis. The heads jutted up firm and solid from the softened sponge-rubber that formed the retracted foreskins. Each of the two penises was perfectly formed.
"What in the name of God is this?" whispered Louise.
"That," said Claudine softly, "is the rarest thing of all, the perfect lesbian tool. That is a Double Dildo. Personally I think it's the finest of its type that's ever been made. Look. For all these things, I paid about the same amount as for just this one alone. Look, I'll show you how it works. You don't need straps or anything. Hand it to me!" Claudine took it and lay back upon the bed, splaying her thighs so that her cunt, a dark slit down the length of its valley of hair, was exposed to its maximum.
"You use it like this," she said. She held the instrument, a good eighteen inches in overall length, with the point of one of the penises an inch away from her vaginal entrance.
With the fingers of her other hand, she parted the labia majora of her cunt, exposing the reddened, mucous-wet surfaces that lay inside. The twitching of her clitoris was mesmeric in its effect, drawing Louise's gaze like a magnet. In-out, in-out went that clitoris, mute yet eloquent in its underlying randiness.
"Then you stick it in, so."
Into the vaginal orifice, gleaming dark and inviting, went the tip of the double penis and, sliding it into the ravine of her vagina, Claudine pressed the strange prick down and up inside her. Slowly, very slowly, the cunt swallowed its piston. It was utterly fascinating to Louise, who bent over bewitched, her face barely twelve inches from the other woman's sex-scented orifice.
Minutes seemed to go by in the utter silence as the rubber dildo was pressed into its sexual nest. But, finally, the job was done. The whole of one end of the penis had been rammed into the cunt, right up to the knob that separated the two. Massively, the full-fleshed labia seemed to glue themselves around that thickened knob.
"Now, this is the gimmick," said Claudine, passion exuding from her. "In this thick part – the part that separates the pricks, as it were – there's a sort of universal joint. You can bend it any and every way you like. See? I can lie with it in my cunt, and the other prick sticking straight up. That way, I can fantasy I'm a man, tossing myself off like a man would. Like this."
And she grasped the penis protruding from her cunt which, in the perfection of its coloration, seemed to have become a living and throbbing part of her, a kind of man's prick devoid only of its scrotum of balls. And, as if she were a man accustomed to masturbating every day of his life, Claudine held the massive erection and gave it a few vicious rubs.
"You can also roll over with it inside you," she said – and then sitting up – "or you can even walk about with it."
She got up and paraded about the bedroom with that fantastic penis jutting down and outwards from her cunt, holding it proudly in one hand as if for all the world she had suddenly sprouted an erected tool of her own.
It was the most incongruously beautiful sight Louise had ever seen. She sucked in her breath at the sight of Claudine's perfect body with the magnificent pride of erection she was carrying exactly as if she were a man.
"Then, of course, the beauty of the whole thing is," said Claudine, falling upon her back on the bed, "you use it for mutual fucking. Come down on me, let me show you."
She reached out for Louise who, naked and ready, came into her inviting arms. Straddling Claudine. Louise presented her still-bruised twat to the jutting rubber penis that, by this time, even had the body temperature of a man's organ. In her squatting, the cunt lips parted greedily, and the helmeted tool slid squelchingly into the gaping twat.
Feeling it bore its way up her vagina, Louise shuddered. She extended her legs carefully, for the penetration was a mighty one. Then she lay, thigh to thigh, belly to belly, tit squashed against tit, on top of Claudine. The two bodies were joined only at their cunts on Claudine's queer engine of copulation.
"Now move," commanded Claudine. "Fuck me. Go through the motions. Any motions."
Entranced, Louise obeyed. She had the vague impression that if she rose for the down-thrust, the rubber cock would de-cunt itself from one or the other of them. But, with agonized delight, she found it did not. Claudine made just the compensatory movements and, arching her neck downward so that she could see what was happening in their mutual crotches, she found that both cunts had pulled back halfway down the shafts separated by the swollen knob. Then, as she thrust forwards as would a man, she saw both twats squelching toward the center of the penile columns again.
"It's fabulous," said Louise.
"Now roll over on your side."
Louise did as she was bid, fearing that the dildo would tear out of her twat. But her fears were needles. Beneath her, Claudine rolled slowly and the delicious engine of lust remained where it was connecting the two cunts.
"See?" smiled Claudine, poking a few playful but furious strokes into Louise. "You just don't disconnect. You can even walk about together without de-cunting. Let me show you."
The maneuver of getting off the bed was tricky, but Claudine accomplished it.
Guts to guts, then, the two women stood up. Breast swished into and against breast, nipples rubbing together. Humming, Claudine clasped Louise nakedly to her in an attitude of dancing, and the two women tangoed a turn around the bed. The sensation Louise felt was quite unworldly, something she could never quite have described in all its sheer delight.
"Oh, darling, darling Claudine!" she enthused, in adoration. "How can I thank you? This is out of this world, it's the most heavenly and wonderful thing that's ever happened to me!"
Still double-cocked together, Claudine guided her partner to the bedside, and gently applied the pressure that would take the straining pair of nude bodies to the rest and relaxation, once more, of her bed.
Uninhibited now, with the reverence due to some sacrament, Louise clasped Claudine's body to her own. Gently but firmly, she sought Claudine's yielding lips and poured out her love and rapture in an open-mouthed, tongue-sucking kiss.
"My darling one," she murmured. "My darling beloved Claudine."
Claudine expertly returned the love that was being demanded of her. She knew by libertine instinct what was happening! She knew that the moment of conversion was upon the superb Louise. Fiercely then, she kissed back, pausing only to allow her partner to give vent to the whisper of great passion welling out of her. And, always imperceptibly, she kept up the fucking, the perverted fornication that was giving her as much pleasure as it was titillating Louise.
"Don't leave me, Claudine," Louise was pleading in an impassioned whisper. "Be with me always. We could be so happy together, Claudine darling, you and I, only you and I, my darling one."
Generously giving of her vagina, of the contact of her skin, of her brown nipples, Louise did not notice how, in the strangeness of their lesbian embrace, she forebore this time from all obscenity. She, who in the moment of greatest passion had heretofore screamed filth and desecration, was now tender and imploring with the woman who bestrode her.
But Claudine knew.
With infinite skill, she fucked away in Louise loins, bringing steadily onwards the climax that she knew was only as near as her own. And she responded magnificently to the outpouring of love from Louise. Mounting her, now supporting herself as does a man, on straightened arms, so that their bodies could draw completely apart, she would alternate with fierce periods of fornication, in which she allowed no air at all to come between their two cunts, each clutching greedily at its vagina fun of rubberized penis.
For an hour, perhaps, the strange lesbian ritual continued. Never once did the joining penis escape from the grip of the two women, silent and striving in their orgy of sex. And their aching cunts lubricated that rod as never occurred so fully between man and woman. Desperately each strove to satisfy the other. First they would fire short burst at each other. Then they would laze, for long moments in the lasciviousness of prolonged bouts of slow nerve-searing copulation.
But finally their outraged twats could take the punishment no longer. They could feel it. They could sense the greater purpose in their striving. They felt the more demanding attacks each was making upon the other with that magnificent dildo joining them at their pubic hair. Their hands were more urgent upon each other's body. Their kissing was more angry, more insistent. Their fucking was fiercer and, in the long succession of unendurable moments, their coming was upon them!
It was a climax like none Louise had ever known before. She wanted the bliss of it to last forever. Yet she wanted to yield to it much more than she wanted to receive from it. She arched into the woman who bestrode her so skillfully. She drew that sweet body, in some instinctive maternal rite, deep down upon her, till she felt she would flow, body and soul, deep inside Claudine.
She took and she gave. And all the while she cried tears of passion, murmuring her sweet endearments into the receptive ears of Claudine.
Claudine, for her part, was all sweet experience. She knew instinctively that the conquest was now complete. Louise had become a lesbian. Not that thus would render her love for men any the less strong. After all even she, Claudine, had never suffered in that respect. But from that moment onwards, Louise would never cease her search for some woman to love, as well as her men. Claudine knew it. The perverted cult of lesbos – had a new devotee.
And what a magnificent devotee she was, too, gloated Claudine. Her task, as initiator, was over. She had wooed and won a girl. And the realization of this enabled her so much the better to give, and receive, the mutual satisfaction of that vast thing upon which their cunts throbbed in such lustful zest.
And then it was over and, utterly exhausted, the two girls slid apart, each upon her side, locked still by the fearful, accommodating dildo that copulated them.
In the dawn light seeping through the room, they slept.
They slept as they lay, with the dildo reaching into both of them, gently sliding away and backwards as the two girls, fragrant with female sex, breathed steadily in their sleep.