Triptych, An Erotic Adventure (13 page)

‘Well helloooo ladies.’ The man’s voice was deep and rich and as he spoke he began to stroke his penis more rapidly. ‘Where have you two been all my life?’

‘Playing in the barn?’ Rachel grinned, nudged Leda in the ribs.

‘I’d like to get you two playing in my barn. I’d get my big one-eyed snake out for you two delicious fillies.’

‘What animal would you like to see us with?’ It was clear Rachel had done this before.

‘You don’t need animals. I’ll be your animal.’

And Rachel shrugged and tapped a button and the man’s penis disappeared from the screen.

‘Sometimes people pretend to be zoo,’ she said dismissively, ‘just to look at you like you are a freak-show or something. You can always tell. They want to talk about their cocks more than the horse, hang on, here we go…Is someone there?’

Leda watched as the letters flashed up on the bottom of the dark screen. The words spelled out a sentence.
Yes,
they said,
I don’t like to show myself but I can see you fine. My name is Susanna Nabokov.

‘Can you hear us all right?’

Sure.

‘And you’re a girl?’

Yes.

‘And you’re zoo like us?’

Not exclusively. But sometimes I like to play with animals.

‘What do you play with, Susanna?’

I’ll tell you if you both take off your clothes. Do you have a pet you can show me on the webcam?

‘No. Not right now. We do have some horses back at the farm, and a kelpie.’

Do you have sex with the puppy?

‘Actually, it’s more like he has sex with me.’

How do you do that?

‘See, he jumps on my back to show me that he wants me. I get down on all fours.’

Can you show me?

Rachel glanced at Leda, who was shaking her head.

You know, I’d really like it if you just took your clothes off and showed me. I don’t get to see other girls do it. I’d like to know if it is the same as when I do it.

‘Susanna, I don’t have a dog here right now.’ She winked at Leda.

The other lady? Could the other lady pretend she was that kelpie? Do you do it together sometimes?

‘We used to do it together,’ Rachel looked towards Leda, one eyebrow raised. A question.

‘We do it together sometimes still.’ Leda leaned up close to the screen. ‘I suppose we could pretend together now.’

She knew it was insane. The text on the screen could be anybody, an old man, a young boy; a woman who was friends with her own mother. She knew the risks, but she was pulled back into the wake of Rachel’s playfulness. She reached towards Rachel’s shirt. The buttons were pearly white and cold to the touch. Leda undid each one, the fabric falling away to reveal a lacy white bra. Rachel’s nipples were hard and pink beneath the lace.

Rachel liked her nipples licked. Leda remembered how she would lie on her back and let the dog nip and bite at them, her eyelids half-closed in delight, her breathing hard and irregular. She bent her head, licked at the delicate white
fabric and heard her friend’s breath catch in her throat.

Leda remembered the webcam. She turned Rachel to face it and eased her shirt off her shoulders. Susanna would be treated to the sight of her friend’s breasts. She would see how full and round they were, how large and hard the nipples had become when she licked them. Leda wondered if Susanna would be excited; she could feel her own cunt dampening at the sight. She reached out to Rachel’s back and unclipped the bra. Rachel shrugged it off her shoulders and her breasts swayed as she stood to let Leda unclip the buckle on her belt.

Leda looked back to the computer, she stood behind her friend and eased the jeans down over Rachel’s hips. The knickers caught on the denim and the neatly trimmed fur of pubic hair was exposed to the gaze of the camera. Leda pressed her cheek against the soft round flesh of Rachel’s bottom, reaching around to stroke her finger against her friend’s clitoris, turning gentle circles before spreading the labia, presenting a pretty line of pink flesh for the camera to see.

‘Remember how I used to lick you here sometimes?’

Leda saw Rachel nod, felt the gentle caress of a hand stoking her long dark hair.

‘I licked you in return sometimes. I liked you wet with Paul’s saliva, or after you had just had sex. There’s nothing like the taste of his semen mixed with your juices. The smell of him inside you…’

Leda felt the wetness coating her finger. Her friend was excited. She could smell it. She shuffled closer, sniffed at the
carefully cropped pubic hair. She pressed her nose against Rachel’s clitoris and breathed in. The smell transported her to a sweeter time. She opened her mouth and traced the lips of Rachel’s cunt, collecting a generous serve of juice, savouring it at the back of her palate before swallowing.

Rachel groaned and pushed Leda’s head gently away, ‘Careful or I will come too quickly. I want to play the dog.’ She turned towards the computer. ‘Do you want to see me take her clothes off now? Then I will lick her like my puppy licks me. And I’ll mount her.’ Leda could see how excited Rachel was becoming, the slow spread of juice on her inner thigh, the way she shifted her hips, responding to her rising lust.

Please do. I would like to see that.

Leda knew her own knickers would be soaking already, and when Rachel slipped them off from under her dress she held the cotton up to the webcam, letting the light catch and sparkle in the damp crotch. She stripped Leda’s dress off roughly and bounced around her, nipping at the dark tips of Leda’s breasts, rubbing her nose in her wild thick pubic hair.

Rachel had transformed, a delightful tilt of her head, and then that excited snuffling. Not like Paul, more like old Racer, who still limped about on the porch next door. Her performance was like a younger, sprightly Racer. Rachel sniffed Leda’s thigh, her hip, and pushed her nose rudely between Leda’s legs. The same licking of her cunt lips, ‘tasting the scent of her’ they used to call it, the same excited bouncing,
resting her paws on Leda’s back, thrusting her hips excitedly as if she had a stiff red cock slipping out from the furry sheath between her legs.

I wish you had a dildo, a strap-on, a candle, anything to be like a dog’s cock.

The words might have been flashing there for minutes before the girls discovered them, lost as they were in their game of dog and lover.

Rachel crawled over to the computer, and crouched in front of the webcam.

‘Do you want me to mount her for real? Do you want me to put something inside her for you to see?’

I would rather you had a dog dick,
the unseen other typed, and Rachel shrugged.

‘Do you have a dog cock at your place? Is that how you do it? With your family pet?’

Sure, I have a dog. Two dogs actually.

‘Do you take them both at once?’

No. One of them is female and one of them is male. I watch them fucking and I like to suck him off while he is doing it. Then when he’s done I take her place, it doesn’t take them long sometimes to want to go again. She is a licker. I suppose you know how that is. Can you show me how your dog likes to lick you? Can you show me how he does it to your friend?

‘I can show you if you like, but how come we can’t see you? How come we can’t see you having sex with your dogs? I’d like to see that.’

I used to show myself before. But something spooked me.

‘What? What frightened you?’

I don’t want to tell you.

‘Why not?’

Because I don’t want you to get frightened too. At least not before I see you being the dog and licking her and mounting her and using something, the handle of a bicycle, a perfume bottle, something long and thin like a dog cock to put inside her. You don’t know how good it is to see you being the dog. There are so few women on this site. It is all men putting their dicks in goats and cows and once even a pig.

‘Okay, Susanna. We’ll show you, won’t we, Leda?’

Ah,
typed Susanna,
Leda and the Swan.

‘I’m the dog again now, and Leda has sat down in the grass…’

Rachel snuffled up to her friend, buried her head in her crotch. It was true, Rachel performed it very well. The same sniffing excitement, the same wet lolling tongue and when she began to lick her between her legs, Leda opened her thighs wider and lay back and began to remember. Rachel in the barn, sucking on the horse, throwing herself into her own masturbation with the excited energy of a pup. Rachel hunkered down beneath her, licking her clitoris, her lips, her thighs as Paul pumped excitedly into her.

It was ridiculous that she had put a stop to something that they had all enjoyed. She began to feel the warmth spreading out over her thighs, her body responding to Rachel’s licking
with a hot flush that made her breasts ache. She wiggled against her friend’s tongue. She remembered and, even in the rising heat of her desire, Leda was overwhelmed by a regret. She had broken up the pack with her petty jealousies. She knew that now and felt ashamed.

But here was Rachel back in her room, forgiving her, the same way dogs forgive, with a generous and open heart. Leda felt her lust piqued by a heady mix of shame and regret. She rolled over then and raised her rump and Rachel began to sniff and lick excitedly, her thighs, her rump, her anus, which she lapped with equal vigour. Rachel had none of Leda’s own human failings, no jealousy, no grudges held; just an animal commitment to the pleasures of the flesh. Leda opened herself wide to her friend, becoming lost in the sensations before looking up to see the words glowing, pulsing slightly, on the black screen.

Use something inside her. Let me see that dog cock slipping in to her human cunt.

There was a bottle of nail polish on her bedside table. Small, but red like the soft inner flesh of a dog’s penis. Leda stretched forward, plucked the little bottle from the table, passed it back between her legs for her friend to take.

Rachel turned Leda around, a better position for the camera, and parted her spit-slicked lips with a finger. She pushed the labia wide to reveal the pink inner folds there, slipped the lipstick bottle inside. Too easy; she pulled it out and pushed it in, a tickling little entry, nothing like the excited
thrusting that she experienced on their afternoons with Racer and Paul.

‘It’s not the same.’ Leda let her rump drop down to her feet. She knelt and looked around the room, ‘We need something larger. A dog’s cock is much larger and there’s the knot that forms when he comes.’

Do you ever get stuck on that? Like when dogs get stuck after mating?

‘No. Not yet. Do you?’

Almost, once. Sometimes that knot just lodges up there.

Rachel clapped her hands. ‘It’s the best, isn’t it? I think I like that more than anything in the world. I wish we had a dog here now. We used to like to share. One after another. We could kneel like this so you could see both our rumps, Susanna, and the dog would sniff from one to the other and then mount us, one at a time. You’d stay and wait till he got his second wind, right? You’d watch till he did it for a second time?’

I’ll give you my Skype address if you like. I don’t usually give out that kind of thing, but I would love to see you guys with a dog. Could you get one by tomorrow? I’m so turned on at the thought of you girls with that dog.

‘Would you come with me, Leda? Another visit to the farm?’

Leda nodded. She could feel her rising excitement, the memory of the stable, the smell of the hay. It was Friday, she could call in sick on Monday, stay for the long weekend.

Rachel reached for a pen. She waited for Susanna to type the address and wrote it down,
AaronFitzgerald,
underlining the letters, circling them, with a questioning look at the webcam.

That’s my brother’s name. I use his Skype address to protect myself from creeps. I won’t be able to sleep tonight. I know I am going to be excited all day.

‘It’s good to meet another zoophile, isn’t it? I met my partner like this, on the internet.’

I am so glad I met you. Tomorrow then. I will be waiting.

They waved to the computer and Leda had a sudden flash of how it would look, two women in their late twenties, naked and smeared with each other’s juices, grinning broadly as they waved into a little camera above a blank screen. Rachel snapped the computer shut, rolled onto her back and giggled, still just as puppy-playful as the child she had been. She reached out to Leda, pulled her down and snuffled into her neck.

‘You can’t imagine how much I’ve missed you.’

Leda snuggled into the hug. The warmth, the idea that there could be more of them, a pack. Rachel’s partner; all those internet zoophiles; maybe even Susanna if they could convince her to join them. Leda wondered if she could overcome her jealousy. Such a human failing.

Rachel licked her neck and the hairs there began to bristle. Her nipples stood up at attention. She turned and locked her mouth with Rachel’s, all tongue and teeth and
a warm mammal hunger. When Leda pulled back to take breath she laughed a little.

‘You know, it’s been nothing but fish for so many years, I had almost forgotten how to kiss.’

‘Fish.’ Rachel glanced up towards the framed Hokusai on the wall above the bed. ‘You might have to show me how that works for you, darling.’

Darling.

‘I love you, Rachel. I’m sorry I…’

‘I’ve always known that.’ Rachel hugged her tightly. ‘We were a part of the same pack. How could we not love each other?’

‘A zoo family,’ Leda said, and Rachel laughed.

‘Of course. The family zoo.’

A
aron turned the computer on and looked for Susanna. She had disappeared; had been absent for weeks now. Of course she could have gone on holidays. Skiing. The people at Katherine’s work went skiing quite often. They took their expensive goosedown coats and bought single-purpose equipment and went off to Japan or New Zealand or Switzerland for a week or two. Perhaps Susanna would turn up again tonight. Maybe tomorrow. For now she was just a name on the screen with a little grey box beside it.

Aaron knew he was an optimist. When he was a child he had believed in Santa Claus for far too long. Even when the other kids at school had already stepped through to the world of cynicism he was still writing his Christmas letter and letting Katherine help him glue sequins to his felt stocking.
Katherine, helping his parents in their seemingly innocent lie. His tears when he found out were all the more desolate because it was Katherine who had colluded with his parents. She sobbed alongside him, clutching his shoulders; he remembered the words of more than thirty years ago as clearly as if she had said them this morning.
I didn’t want to destroy your dreams.

He looked through his Skype list and saw the name Rachel, lit up with a green glow of possibility. He closed his eyes and felt that same creeping hope, that Christmas wishing. Maybe his loneliness would conjure her like a genie. His Susanna, a woman he had never even seen because she never turned her webcam on. For all he knew she might be a man. She could be anywhere in the world. She could be a Maori man, a German woman, a matron with arms like a sailor or some balding ex-criminal with a teardrop tattoo.

It didn’t matter really. Whoever she or he was, Susanna had been close to him when no one else except Katherine had really spoken to him in years.

When the call came in, the tinny sound of it, Aaron twitched in his chair. He opened his eyes and saw the name Rachel leap up onto the screen. He hadn’t really expected Rachel to call him. She’d said she would, but he discounted every assurance made on the internet. It was a place where you need not be a liar in real life to reinvent yourself, polish the edges of your story. Change your identity one sentence at a time.

He’d thought he had seen the last of the zoo girls but here they were again, or Rachel anyway, calling him up at the agreed time. It was almost disappointing to see the name attached to the call. The zoophiles. Aaron wasn’t sure he could get very excited about their strange kind of bestial sex. Was the idea of two girls lying with an animal even remotely sexy?

He supposed he could disconnect the call if it was too much for him. That little boy who was so excited about Santa Claus had a sister who would protect him from his own expectations.
Now, Aaron. Don’t be disappointed if Santa is just too busy to visit our house tonight. He has hundreds of other girls and boys who don’t have any toys to play with at all. At least we have each other. You have to try not to be too excited. Go to sleep, and I will be right here on the other side of the wall. Tap if you need to know I’m there, and I will tap right back.

Aaron’s cursor hovered over the jumping icon.

At one time, every incoming Skype was Susanna. It was her humour he missed most, the comfortable nightly banter. And although he had never seen her face, he missed his idea of her. She wore glasses in the fantasy he had constructed, she was studious but pretty. A blonde, he thought, because Katherine was a brunette, the most beautiful dark-haired beauty. Sleeping beauty. Heavy-lidded and forever exhausted from her day, tumbling into the kind of sleep that a pill might bring to other women. The all-encompassing sleep that hinted at astral travel, other worldliness, fairytale princesses.

Not a brunette, then. He had made Susanna into a cheerful, studious blonde, a literature student. She certainly was well read. She shared this quality with Katherine, they were both good readers. Aaron struggled to keep up, ordering books that one woman or the other had recommended, asking Katherine to check them out of the library for him.

He suspected Katherine hated the library. Once it had been a job that excited her. On her first day she had raced home to tell him that at last she could spend all day surrounded by her favourite books. She brought them home, great towering piles of them, devouring them greedily one after another, but her enthusiastic reading had slowed as the exhaustion of the daily grind set in.

Now she mostly read just one or two pages, struggling to stay upright on the couch beside him, her head dropping onto his shoulder, the fragrant waterfall of hair tickling his cheek as she slipped into her enchanted sleep.

She usually rose before dawn. He would hear her soft clatter start up in the kitchen so early that only moonlight poured through the gap between the curtains. Sometimes, when he cuddled with her on the couch straight after dinner, she would talk with him in low whispers, kissing his chest and snuggling into his arms. After a time he would feel her grow heavier, as if sleep brought him more of her physical body even as it made off with her soul.

He remembered the day Susanna stopped calling him. It was just like that, a sudden cessation of contact. He felt as if
he had come home to an empty house, any trace of her gone in an instant. There had been no hint that she was losing interest in their internet play, she had seemed as ardent a lover from one moment to the next. He sat puzzled, a little hurt, waiting for her call for almost a week, too shaken by the loss to call up the usual parade of faceless torsos.

After a second week of silence he dragged himself back there, to the safe terrain of the chat sites. Men mostly, but sometimes women too; bodies in various shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some not; all prepared to masturbate for him with little provocation; each one a warm human presence located elsewhere. It filled in the hours while Katherine slept.

He closed the bedroom door. Katherine lay like her fairytale alter ego on the crisp cotton sheets of their bed, her brown hair glowing red in the pool of the bedside light. He blew her a kiss from the doorway and she smiled in her sleep as if the little dart of love had landed on her forehead.

He had always loved her—from the moment he was born, although he didn’t remember it at all. Their parents told them that he had reached out with his new-formed fist and grabbed Katherine’s chubby toddler arm, his eyes still without focus, his mouth forming its first ever grin at the sightless touch, the hiccupping laughter surprising everybody in the room.

He had bonded with her from that first moment and from then on every new and wonderful thing the world gave to him he would grab and drag—crawling first, then taking
shaky steps, then finally running—to bring the new treasure to his sister, seeking her approval of every new discovery.

They were so close that in the years before Katherine shot up in height, most people took them to be twins. She grew to be a willowy beauty, but Aaron still remembered her as the boyish kid of their childhood, whispering her secrets to him. Running through the scrap of bushland behind their suburban house, daring him to follow.

One Christmas when he was nine and Katherine was still a twelve-year-old tomboy, their parents gave them matching prints of the Rubens painting
Romulus and Remus,
the wild and naked children suckling on the tit of a she-wolf. Even now, Rubens was one of Aaron’s favourite classical artists, a passion he used to share with the elusive Susanna when they were still nightly companions.

The zoo girls had a Rubens print on their wall too. He had glimpsed it through their webcam while the pair were demonstrating their pantomime of bestial sex, the talkative girl mounting the quiet girl as if she were a dog, panting and humping and nipping at her back. The laptop had been disturbed during their exuberant display and as it tipped he glimpsed the painting hanging above their bed.
Leda and the Swan,
the Rubens version, the one he and Susanna loved the most. It was only because of this painting that Aaron Fitzgerald had given them his Skype address.

They worried him, these girls. Their naïve brazenness aroused not only his desire, but a protective impulse. Some
other men he had met on the internet would take advantage of their openness. Some men would film them secretly and post the video for profit. He was tempted, of course, to film this session for his own pleasure. How often would he get to see two girls cavorting with a dog? He could play the footage back if it aroused him; he could show it to Susanna. If she ever returned.

He watched the flashing of the Skype call waiting to be put through. No, he would not record this. He never had and probably never would record anything people showed him on the internet. He knew it was ridiculous, but part of him imagined that if he respected other people’s privacy they might possibly respect his own.

Aaron Fitzgerald accepted the call, raised his glass of scotch to his lips and rattled the ice.

Are we on the farm now?
he tapped on the keyboard. After a second a figure emerged from the dark jumble of shapes on the screen. It was the chatty one, Rachel. The pretty one sat behind her, rubbing the short clean coat of the kelpie in her lap.

‘You’re not going to turn your webcam on?’ Rachel leaned towards the screen. She was wearing a dressing gown and the neck gaped a little as she bent forward. Aaron could see the soft curve of one of her breasts, that slight delay of image as she moved in discrete frozen moments. There was a strange excitement in watching this staccato hide-and-reveal, the thrill of a security camera, an element of covert espionage.

Aaron felt the familiar stirring in his groin. These relative strangers about to reveal their bodies to him on the screen.

No,
Aaron typed,
I don’t turn my webcam on anymore. I am afraid you have to take me (as it were) in the dark.

‘How do we know there isn’t a group of you, sitting out there watching us? Jerking off?’

I assure you there is only one of me and I also assure you I will be touching myself as I watch you. It turns me on to think that I will see you with your friend there. This is your friend?

He watched as the prettier one leant to kiss the kelpie on his neck. The dog turned over to let her scratch his belly and Aaron was treated to a display of the dog’s excitement as the woman scratched and rubbed the soft fur between its legs.

‘Sure. That’s my friend, but how do we know that you are even a girl? You say you are a zoophile but what’s to prove that?’ The chatty one moved back to sit on the couch beside the pretty girl and the kelpie yipped and flipped over onto his stomach, licking the woman’s chin and beginning to rub his hips against her leg.

You can’t know for sure, but you can choose. The internet is like that. You can close this connection at any time. Or you can take your clothes off and let me watch as that puppy mounts you, and enjoy that kind of exhibitionism for what it is.

The chatty one stood and dropped her dressing gown. Nice breasts, thickening waist…but none of that mattered. The mistake women often made, Aaron thought, was to expect that men watching them would be judging their
bodies as they judged themselves. Very few women showed themselves on their webcams, and although Aaron found a certain pleasure in watching the men bring themselves to orgasm on the screen, his preference had always been for women; he would appreciate them for what they were.

He felt his excitement mounting as the chatty one— Rachel; he would need to remember their names—Rachel turned to her friend. The kelpie leaped onto the ground and jumped up at her hips, its penis stiff and red, its teeth nipping at air. He watched as she lifted her friend—Leda, that was easier to remember—by the hands and unbuttoned her housecoat. The body revealed was almost as slim and taut as Katherine’s body; she looked like Katherine, this one, a thick head of curled brown hair, a small waist flaring to more generous hips, a coy smile. Aaron was surprised that even amid his online infidelity he became more excited by someone who looked like his lover.

He unzipped his pants and took hold of his penis without removing his clothes. There was no preamble. Rachel, mistress of ceremonies, eased her friend to the floor and the puppy needed no more encouragement. The little creature jumped with a sharp bark onto the woman’s rump and, with Rachel guiding his penis into the right position, he was in and humping her.

Aaron was fascinated. The sight of this kind of copulation was so new to him he forgot to stroke his penis at all. He sat with his cock semi-erect in his hand and gazed at the
bucking of the little dog’s hips; saw Rachel ease herself under the pair to watch the penis slipping in and out of her friend’s vagina, reaching up once or twice to stroke her clitoris.

The dog scratched at the girl’s back and jerked his hips sharply. The moment of ejaculation, Aaron supposed. When he hopped off from on top of her there was a brief pause; it seemed the pair were fused together, and Aaron was reminded suddenly of the dogs he had laughed at in the schoolyard, locked together tail to tail after the act, surrounded by a bunch of giggling school kids.