The piano tinkled out its introduction and the white flash of human flesh bent into the contorting march. Louise saw, then, what Claudine was after.
This was a dance glorifying the female breast and the female buttocks. Bent over as they were, undulating and genuflecting, the girls displayed the full splendor of pendulous mammaries and, as their undulations took them further backstage, the succulent view of ten pairs of buttocks was a poem of artistic indecency. Louise found her sexual appetite becoming aroused and beginning their demands upon her body. The nakedness was really obscene and was having its effect on her. In her loins she could feel the stirring of desire. At the lips of her twat, she could feel the warm oiliness of her cunt fluid. At her breasts, there was the hardening of her nipples. She hoped Rollo would not notice as she sat, trying to give no indication of her feelings.
But Rollo, wise in show-business, knew. That was why he was working for Claudine. He could have sold his act to any producer in the world. He preferred Claudine simply for the audacious sexiness of the woman's productions. Suddenly he clutched at Louise's arm.
"Look," he said, directing her attention to a pair of mattresses lying just outside the glare of the light above the stage. Louise, adjusting her vision to the darkness, presently made out what Rollo was trying… to show her. She gasped as she realized what was happening.
Three male Hungarian acrobats had retired to the mattresses when the dance rehearsal had begun. Under the stimulus of that display of female flesh bathed in the harsh lights, each had come into sexual erection. Now, uninhibitedly, they had begun to masturbate mutually. Against the black of their working tights, their three white penises were clearly visible, each in full erection, and each being stroked by the hand of somebody else.
"Always do it," whispered Rollo, just as fascinated now as Louise was. "Brothers, too. But every time Claudine calls for a dance rehearsal, it's the same with them."
Suddenly Louise stiffened. With her eyes accustomed to the penumbral gloom, she could just make out a flurry of suggestive activity where the pair of acrobatic dancers had retired, on to their pile of blankets.
"Look, Rollo!" she whispered. "The acrobatic dancers. Aren't they fucking, over there?"
Rollo grinned at the verb.
"Wouldn't surprise me," he said. "People just do in this show. That's all there is to it. Claudine knows it, but I've never seen her notice it. I think the bitch just gets her kicks from knowing, and ignoring it. Must be a hell of a charge she gets causing the fucking, then pretending she's absolutely unaware of what's going on."
The two dancers were now tightly locked in coitus, the male on top of the woman, whose thighs had been thrown up and parted, locked around the body of the man to receive the fucking she was getting. Every now and again there was the flash of bans and cock as the man withdrew for some particularly long, sexy plunge.
"Let's get up closer," pleaded Louise.
Quietly they crept toward the fornicating couple, who were stealing rapid glances at the naked display of women on stage, as if to whet their appetites for the sex in which they already were being consumed. When they got close to the straining, copulating couple, Rollo did a surprising thing. He reached forward, tapped the man on his shoulder, and whispered something into his ear.
"Sure," Louise heard him say. "Why not?"
At which he ceased his copulation and allowed the woman to creep out from under him. He said something to her, and pointed to Louise and Rollo. She agreed, and the man arranged his partner in a sort of wrestler's bridge, arching her supple back with her thighs widely spread, so that she rested backwards on hands and feet like some upside-down crab. In that pose, the entire pink majesty of her cunt was deliciously exposed in the half-light.
Now the man lay on his back, too, and wriggling his shoulders through the parted legs of the woman, insinuated his way up and under her, until his penis stood, throbbing, at a point just opposite her cunt. At this, the woman tried to work her way downwards, so that her cunt was opened, pleadingly, to the cock beneath it. Try as they might, however, the pair could not make the prick enter the slit of the woman, now wet and pulsating with desire.
Louise could bear it no longer. She crept forward, grasped the penis, and with one or two rubs made iridescent droplets of spunk splash from its pipe. Then she bent it upwards and guided it gently all the way into its hairy nest.
Once it slid in, the rest was easy. Abandoned entirely to their pleasure, the woman allowed the cock to surge back and forth in her cunt in the to-and-fro rubbing of the fuck. Imperceptibly, the couple increased their tempo – to and fro to and fro, as Louise looked on, unable to take her eyes off the most exposed fuck she had ever seen.
In that position all was visible: the great swollen cock, the hairy, tight-drawn scrotum of the man constricting his balls, and the vast hungry maw of the cunt into which it was driving in and out, in and out, viciously, greedily, relentlessly.
When Rollo advanced, then, on Louise, it was upon a woman who was past noticing what was happening. With one hand he had entered her blouse and was furiously fingering her nipples, with the other hand up her skirts, he had gotten three fingers up the wet, palpitating cunt. Into his mouth he crammed her ear, tonguing the aural orifice as he felt Louise yield to the lecherous ministrations he was bestowing upon her. And all the time, not once did her gaze falter from the magnetism of that spread and embracing cunt into which the penis was now thrusting more forcibly and furiously.
While Louise's body was delivering itself uninhibitedly to the fingers of the ventriloquist at her nipples and cunt, her mind was busy with another fornication altogether. And suddenly, after about two minutes, she could sense that the two dancers were about to come. The penis seemed to swell to double its size as it slid in and out of that hairy bush of a twat. The twat seemed to have developed special muscles that literally grabbed at the prick boring away inside it. Louise knew that climax was upon them. And, aware now of the fingers within her own cunt, she knew that she, too, must scream into orgasm. At the moment she realized this, her orgasm was there. Spluttering from her cunt as she clamped down on the fingers inside it, she threw herself forward at the same time, to participate in the climax she had just watched from penetration to final ejaculation. In his frenzy, she knew the man must part from that vagina. His penis must slip out. Feverishly she put out a hand to catch the ejaculation that was spilling hotly and creamily from the cunt lips of the arch-backed woman. She pressed the cock back in. She seemed to hold the twat over its massive prisoner, feeling her palm hot and wet with sperm which was now spilling from the cunt. It looked for all the world as if the woman's cunt had grown its own cock at that moment. It was an obscene sight, mighty in the majesty of obscenity. Louise stared, fascinated, still in orgasm. In her own vagina shot after shot of foamy spunk was cascading over the fingers of the man who was masturbating her, spilling down her thighs in delicious warm dribbles. But Louise was past caring.
Fuck, she thought, swooning. God, but it was all! It was life, all life itself. Let there he no end of it! Let there be no end to the variety of it! Let it be open, unrestrained, uninhibited. Let all the world fuck, all in the same room! Let there be the fucking of fingers, of penises, of cunts! Let there be titfucking and cuntsucking and frigging of pricks and tonguing of tips of huge, hairy penises! Let there be fucking in mouths, in armpits in cunts and in assholes – let the whole world be one over-joying acreage of pure, unfettered fucking! Let one person fuck another, and be twelve fucks away, simultaneously, from the person he is being fucked by!