The Dinner Party – 5

Isabel had no idea how long they lay silent, drifting through layers of dream. Images would flood into her mind, swallowing her up and then release her with the taste of them lingering on her tongue. She was a child looking up at a grey sky, gentle snowflakes falling on her face. And then she was in water as thick as honey, pushing through velvet caves, with glinting, gold-flecked walls, like a mermaid. Vermillion anemones extended their fingers and caressed her as she swam by. When she stretched out, she was a pale luna moth breaking out of its cocoon into the midnight air. She let her wings dry in the cool breeze.

When Carmen kissed her, Isabel still thought she was dreaming. Flowers grew from her tongue as she pushed it into Carmen’s mouth. Tendrils of pleasure sprouted from her cheeks, growing upwards to embrace the woman in curling, sentient filaments of bliss. It was only when she reached to cup Carmen’s face that she knew it was real. Isabel moaned, pushing wave after wave of desire between Carmen’s lips.

Something touched her breasts and the sensation made her arch her back and twist. The mouth that covered one of them was scalding. It couldn’t be Carmen’s – she was feeding on Carmen’s mouth. Each delectable kiss made her hungrier. She could never, ever have enough.

She reached blindly for Carmen’s breasts and cradled them in her hands. Above her, Carmen’s breasts settled like delicate, trembling deserts into her palms. Isabel had to taste them. Her mouth flooded with saliva in anticipation; she left off kissing and wriggled across the bed until she could take the berry-like nipple between her lips.

As Isabel fed, the borders between what she was doing and what was being done to her blurred, for her own breasts throbbed with pleasure beneath an unseen mouth’s ministrations. She reached upwards, sliding her hand over the woman’s undulating belly and delving into Carmen’s flooded cunt. Stroking and circling between the wet folds of the woman’s sex, she coaxed sublime puppy sounds from Carmen’s throat. She licked and chewed and bit before changing breasts and pushing two fingers deep into Carmen’s passage. Catching a nipple again between her teeth, Isabel felt Carmen start to move. Isabel bit down, trapping the erect nub even as Carmen began slowly, deliciously to impale herself on Isabel’s fingers. The sounds that Carmen made told Isabel of exquisite pain and pleasure.

Gradually, Isabel became aware of a sensation between her legs. A warm tongue slid between her nether lips and probed her clit, circling it and dabbing at it, first gently and then more insistently. Each contact sent a Morse code signal to her brain. She spread her thighs eagerly, wantonly. She could not help but roll her hips in the warmth of this sweetest of sensations.

Then it was gone. And Carmen stopped moving. Isabel looked down her body to see Gilles kneeling between her spread legs. His dark hair was disheveled, his lips – wet with her juices – glinted in the light, and between his thighs stood his very large, very erect cock. He leaned forward and pulled Isabel’s hips, sliding them up onto his thighs so that only her shoulders were on the bed. His eyes were almost closed. He took his cock in his hand and began to tease her slit with it, stroking the tip lazily, back and forth over her clit and then down to her opening. Anticipation robbed Isabel of her breath.

She looked up at Carmen, who was smiling. The woman bent forward, until their lips were almost touching and she whispered to Isabel: “Now you understand, yes? How can I not let him rule me? With a cock like that…”

Isabel whimpered in reply.

Even as she pushed another finger into Carmen, even as Gilles grasped her hips and entered her, Isabel listened to the woman’s fevered whispers.

“Can you feel him? Can you feel him destroy all your barriers?”

Isabel gasped and nodded her head. Warm tears trickled along the curve of her cheek. She didn’t know if they were hers. Her body shifted as filled he her. He settled his hand on her lower belly and pressed his thumb to her clit. Her walls contracted almost painfully around his cock.

“No!” panted Isabel.

“This is what he does. He decimates everything that stands between you and pleasure, and then he owns you.”

Carmen pressed her lips to Isabel’s. They quivered as she worked herself on Isabel’s fingers. She did it in the same slow, determined way that her husband fucked.

Isabel was not a loud lover, but now it felt as if she would explode if she did not cry out. She sobbed into Carmen’s mouth. The pleasure would drown her, she was sure.

“Beg for it…scream it, ma petite,” stuttered Carmen. “There’s… nothing better…in the world…”

Even as Isabel melted, she felt Carmen’s cunt constrict around her fingers in sharp waves. The woman moaned and kissed her. She felt the shudders ebb away, through Carmen’s lips.

“Hold her, Carmen.”

“Yes, Maitre.”

Isabel felt Carmen’s hands on her shoulders, pinning her down onto the bed. She could hardly bear the intensity of the pleasure being visited upon her. When Carmen began to kiss her again, it was like the woman was someone else. The lips felt softer, bigger. The tongue that filled her mouth was insistent; it fucked her mouth.

A wave, a terrifying wave began to move up her body. Isabel went rigid at its approach. She didn’t have control of it any more, it didn’t belong to her.

Carmen stopped kissing her and pressed her cheek against Isabel’s, cradling Isabel’s head in her arms.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” Carmen whispered.

“Ah-h..”

“Tell him so. Tell him you love it. It pleases him so much.”

Isabel fought to verbalize. It felt like she had lost control of her voice too. She groaned, and closed her eyes, tight. The next thrust exploded in deep russets behind her eyes.

“Coming. God, I’m coming. Gilles… I love it.” Her words began to tumble out in a whispered torrent. “I love…”

“Tell him!”

But she couldn’t. She arched her back instead. Ecstasy shot through her body, rushing up her spine and erupting from her mouth as a wordless primal scream.

Just as she did, she felt him double over her, take the flesh of her belly between his teeth, and flood into her.

Isabel twitched over and over. Little shocks raced through her torso and, at first, she they were aftershocks. Gilles, still buried in her, stroked her sides and bit hard into the flesh of her abdomen.

“No…” she whispered, shocked.

She clenched around his cock. “No…no…”

Gilles groaned and bit her harder.

Isabel was a doll, boneless and unnamed. She shuddered until the spasms ended.

“Now you know,” said Carmen, looking into her face. “Now you understand?”

Isabel nodded.