Contours of Darkness (21 page)

They did not separate for over half an hour, and when they finally broke apart, having felt the split welling within them, knowing the time had come for the cycle to end, and saying a thousand goodbyes to the moment which would never be that moment again, Jackie and Maureen fell away with their heads touching Cynthia's, their hair all intertwined. 'Oh my God,' Cynthia said, realising that the whole time had been one single kiss, one sexual torque of consciousness.

She opened her eyes and saw a picture of three women. During the entire time she had lost all concern over gender; the experience was so thorough, so complete, so implacably right, that she was totally absorbed by it, and her everyday standards of judgement took a timid seat in the back row of her mind. Maureen lay to her left, her dress wrapped in wrinkled tightness around her body, caught in the cleft between her buttocks; Jackie was lying face up and Cynthia caught her eyes in the mirror. They looked at each other and for an instant it seemed to Cynthia that Jackie's reflection was her own; she could sense no difference between herself and the woman next to her.

Jackie rolled to her side and took Cynthia's head in her hands. Switching from the image to the reality, Cynthia beheld the face that peered into hers. 'I've lost my boundaries,' she said.

Jackie kissed her, pursing her lips and delivering a series of puckered caresses on her mouth. 'There is no end of getting naked,' she said between kisses. As Cynthia gave herself to the tiny explosions of physical affection, Maureen's hand slid down her side, over the hip, and to her cunt. Cynthia gasped at the touch and as the breath escaped her, Jackie sucked it into her lungs.

'I. .. am . . . going ... to ... taste ... you,' Maureen said as she moved down the length of Cynthia's body. Her fingers undid the top button of her shorts, slowly pulled the zipper down, and peeled the fabric away from her skin. Cynthia tensed as she felt herself exposed, and then relaxed as the garment was rolled to her thighs, past her knees, over her feet, and cast away. Maureen was crouched between her calves staring into the tangle of hair at the juncture of Cynthia's legs, legs which sensed the presence of the other woman and slowly spread apart to offer access to the dark centre. The outer cunt lips parted as the thighs pulled open, and for the first time in her life Cynthia prepared to yield herself to a woman.

Maureen stretched out at full length on the bed and laid her cheek on Cynthia's pubic bone, taking deep breaths to smell the heady aroma that wafted up from the opening to her body. She nuzzled into the hair, licked the furrow alongside the crack, and with a single deft gesture, brought her fingers into the folds and parted the cunt like a fig. She looked at it steadily, her eyes lidded, her chest heaving with emotion, and with a tiny whimper fastened her mouth on the wet sticky furrow.

Cynthia groaned, her voice echoing in the caverns of Jackie's throat. Jackie pressed her tongue into Cynthia's mouth, causing her to bring her knees up, thus opening her cunt even further to Maureen's kiss. Each of the women had one end of her, and they used her body like a wire to hum through. As Maureen's tongue explored the convoluted cathedral of cunt, teasing every fold and sipping every drop that oozed from the serrated centre, Jackie ravished the mouth which grew more and more slack with open wonderment. Her hands curled at her chest, her legs bent at the knees, her head rolling slightly from side to side, little cries puffing from her throat, Cynthia was like an infant in the throes of pleasure, as Maureen and Jackie sucked the ecstasy from her pores.

The two roommates began to talk to one another with Cynthia as a medium. As Maureen set up vibrations in her cunt, Cynthia let the expression bubble out through her mouth; Jackie, receiving the message, responded by tapping a complex code with her tongue, causing Cynthia to tilt her pelvis, squeeze her thighs, and let her cunt flutter and melt. At one point Cynthia saw the pattern and understood that as she transmitted the communications, she also translated them; her body was a highly subtle and complex instrument for the processing of meaning. She was able to revel in the voluptuous sensations of the act at the same time she analysed its component parts. To be able to have her mind function so clearly while her body was pregnant with sensuous tumult released the tender feelings in her heart, and she experienced a rare unification of her being.

She opened her cunt to Maureen's mouth, letting its sensitive folds listen to the story told it by the tongue and lips, and watched the ripples up her spinal cord splash into her brain, and wash toward her mouth which transmuted the signals into lollings of her lips, and tensions of her tongue. She swooned to accept Jackie's response, receiving her forceful delicate extended kiss on the receiver of her mouth.

And when the harmony had been attained, the energy began to build, like a dynamo gathering momentum. The tapestry of interpenetration was illuminated with a fierce white light and smouldered with heat. The tempo increased so that they moved faster and faster, Cynthia's cunt and mouth working in synchrony, until the matter ceased to be merely one of transmitting and translating, and entered the domain of secreting and synthesising. The sexual entity they had become spanned the mechanical, the electrical, and the chemical modes. Cynthia's legs straightened to point toward the ceiling, making her thighs a trough; mounting grunts of excitement burst from her chest. Her hands stretched out to pull the two heads into her, the mouth to her cunt, the mouth to her mouth. And at that point, when she was at the edge of gibbering breakthrough, Maureen and Jackie pulled back abruptly, dripping and dazed, leaving her suspended in a stark moment of animal self-realis-ation, at the brink of exposure, terrible with want.

'Oh, don't stop,' she cried.

Maureen inserted two fingers into Cynthia's cunt, the index and middle fingers of her right hand, whipping them back and forth as they entered so they churned the secretions to a froth inside her. She probed erratically with them, filling Cynthia's cunt with the thrashing configurations of their dance, separating and coming together, bending and straightening, going in many directions at once. It was as though some many-legged spider were inside her, kicking like a man in a giant plastic bag. Maureen's hand went in up to the knuckles, and while her thumb began to twirl around the tip of Cynthia's clitoris, her pinky slipped into the striated anus, already slippery with juice that had spilled out of the cunt.

Cynthia pushed her cunt down, tightening the muscles, engulfing the fingers and sucking them into her. Maureen retreated, pulling out until she was almost totally withdrawn with Cynthia's cunt gaping after her like the mouth of a fish just pulled from thewater. And when Cynthia had held the position to the breaking point, Maureen slid her hand into the waiting hole once more, this time entering with three fingers, gnarled together in a knot the width of a thick cock. But unlike a cock, when they were inside her, they exploded into a fury of movement, until Cynthia felt that a sparkler had been lit inside her and her cunt was crackling with flame.

Her eyes closed, she did not see Jackie's motion and knew nothing of what she was doing until her wet hairy musty cunt pressed down on her mouth. Her lids flew up in shock but she could see nothing but flesh. Jackie was sitting on her face, her arse on her forehead, her cunt kissing her lips. She had difficulty in breathing for a moment, and then realised she was holding back because of the smell. But as Maureen opened her from below, her inhibitions faltered and she began taking deep breaths through her nose, accepting the rich aroma of Jackie's womanhood. She opened her mouth tentatively and tasted the acid and alkali which flowed out in a pearly white ooze. It was such a novel experience that she was not immediately able to come to terms with a feeling about it. This was a cunt she was licking, the same thing that lay between her own legs and which Maureen was now feeling and filling with such extraordinary sensations. She wriggled her arse on the sheet to meet some of the thrusts of Maureen's fingers, and slid her tongue experimentally into the crack Jackie pushed at her. It was no taste she could define, not bitter, not sweet, not salty, not bland. It bedeviled her because it was at once so ambiguous and yet so definite. It was the flavour of cunt, utterly unique in the world.

She slid her hands up and peeled back the outer lips so she could lick the pink bud at the centre. She heard Jackie suck her breath in through her teeth. As she glued her mouth to the vaginal opening and Maureen rampaged between her legs. Jackie bent forward to bring her face close to Maureen's. The two women moved their mouths together and sank into a deep throbbing kiss. At that moment of connection, Cynthia again felt the current which went through her, and realised that if she moved her tongue and mouth in response to Maureen's fingering of her, a line would go from Maureen's hands to Cynthia's cunt to Cynthia's mouth to Jackie's cunt to Jackie's mouth, to Maureen's mouth and back to Maureen's hands, thus closing the circuit. There was no foreign element to destroy the smooth functioning of the loop, and they continued the movement, again letting the energy build until they were vibrating keenly, Jackie's pelvis rocking back and forth as she ground her cunt into Cynthia's lapping tongue and smacking lips, Maureen's wrist twisting spasmodically as she dug and thrust into Cynthia's pumping frenzy.

It was at the apex of the arc that Cynthia felt the familiar pulsations which signaled orgasm, and as she started to come Maureen slid her fingers out, tore her mouth from Jackie's and fixed it to the throbbing centre, catching the spasms of climax and the juices of abandon. As she moaned in pleasure, Jackie twitched and came quietly, her cunt rotating heavily on Cynthia's lips.

Maureen dropped her head on the mattress and Cynthia reached down to stroke her hair. Maureen took her hand with both of hers and brought it to her face pressing it against her cheek, re-establishing contact with the person whose cunt had for a short time engulfed her consciousness. Jackie climbed off and lay down next to Cynthia. The two women looked into one another's eyes.

'I didn't know you had taken your clothes off,' she said.

'I wanted to let you undress me later, but it all got so heavy so quickly, and when I saw your mouth so hungry and begging to be filled I had to cover it.'

Cynthia looked down at the naked body and reached over to stroke Jackie's breast with her free hand. Tm amazed at myself,' she said. Tf someone had told me a few hours ago that I could be so free with a woman . . .'

Two women,' Jackie said. It's different when you're with one alone. The number changes the quality of the interaction.'

Maureen stretched, stirred, and kissed Cynthia on the cunt. It's like a hummingbird sipping honey,' she said. There's just the constant sucking and the ecstatic buzzing of wings. No purpose in life except to drink the nectar and hum in mindless rapture.'

'Would you like some tea?' Jackie asked.

Cynthia nodded and Jackie bounced off the bed, her breasts and buttocks jiggling. She spun around and smiling broadly said, 'I'm so happy you're here with us,' and skipped out of the room. Cynthia turned to see Maureen sitting up. 'She gets like a little girl when she's very happy,' Maureen said. 'And what are you like when you're happy?' Cynthia asked her. The dark woman's eyes twinkled. 'I come,' she said. The words hung in the air, and as a skydiver plummeting through space will, when he pulls the cord, become a fluffy white object floating, so the projection of the expression on Maureen's face transformed the blunt reply into a flower of humour, and the two of them began laughing, the joke mounting in broadness and depth as they fed it with their energy, until they were holding their sides and giggling uproariously.

'I feel so good,' Cynthia said when the fit had passed. And a crease of worry drew her face into a pucker as soon as she spoke the words. With the suddenness of a cloud passing over the sun, her interior landscape grew dark, and she plunged from an exuberant sense of well-being into a rib-aching gloom. She felt the first tinges of depression.

'What is it?' Maureen said, touching her shoulder.

'I don't know,' Cynthia told her. 'It was like the bottom fell out.' She bit her knuckles. 'I suddenly remembered everything. . . back there,' she said. 'Aaron and my job and the confusion and the tension.'

'But you can leave all that,' Maureen said.

'And do what?' Cynthia asked. 'I wish it were that simple. But I still need to work, and although I'm angry at Aaron today, I'll probably be longing for him tomorrow.'

'Not if you let us help you,' Maureen said.

'Help me? How?'

'You do know that you can come live here?'

Cynthia raised her eyebrows. 'No/ she said, 'that never entered my mind.'

'You really don't know how much we're taken by you, do you?' Maureen asked.

'I don't understand,' Cynthia replied.

'There's nothing to understand,' said Jackie as she came back into the room carrying a tray and a teapot and three cups on it. 'We have more than enough room, and we are terribly in love with you, and we want to save you from that turgid existence you've been mucking about in far too long.'

Maureen squeezed her arm. 'It is easier than you think. We can move you in this afternoon.'

'Why would you want to . ..' Cynthia began, but Maureen put a finger to her lips. 'Let's have some tea,' she said. 'There's no point in talking about something if you haven't felt its call.' She reached over to a low table by the bed and picked up a teak box. 'And we can have some of this to add to the refreshment.'

'Is that the grass that Conrad brought by?' Jackie asked.