Chapter 2
Daphne leaned against the front door, listening to the footsteps down the stairs. She took a deep breath and expelled the air slowly in a sigh of immense relief.
"Thank Christ that's over!" She walked across to the windows and opened them wide, letting some of the stale cigar-smoke escape. The lounge was musty and overheated; the ashtrays were overflowing, the tables littered with half-filled glasses.
Daphne stood at an open window, looking out across the London skyline. It was two in the morning; the streets brightly lit but almost deserted, the full moon reflecting only an occasional car or pedestrian wending their way home in the silent small hours.
She breathed the night air into her lungs for a few minutes, then turned back and winced at the state of the room.
"Like a pack of bloody vultures!" she muttered. Although she didn't have to clean up the mess, Daphne resented the condition in which her unwelcome guests had left the flat. They showed little respect for property: cigarettes were left to burn down on the edge of coffee tables, drinks were toppled carelessly onto carpets and left to soak in ...
She kicked a tumbler out of her way angrily. Even the fact that the evening had been a success didn't really com pensate for their lack of manners. She'd like to rub their bloody noses in Wait a minute! she told herself. What are you so angry about? This isn't the first time they've descended on you and treated your place like a pig-sty. And you don't usually get so annoyed about it. Why are you so furious now?
And then she remembered... Remembered Caroline. Caroline and her ripe breasts practically overflowing her tight, inadequate dress. Caroline, getting slightly tipsy and rubbing herself sexily against Daphne in the kitchenette ...
Daphne looked at the girl, lying asleep on the settee curled up like an innocent baby, her thumb in her mouth. That was Caroline's special quality: she looked so damned guileless, so bloody innocent on the surface. But beneath that coy and infuriating veneesr the girl was obviously more experienced than Daphne could yet imagine -in many ways.
Daphne knew intuitively that this was not merely a figment of her overheated imagination. Caroline, once the alcohol had started to loosen her inhibitions, had deliberately behaved as provocatively towards her as she could; hinting in a hundred little ways that she and Daphne might enjoy certain intimacies together... but never quite making her suggestions sound like a direct proposition.
Daphne scowled. It was clear to her that Caroline was only too aware of the desires which had been awakened in her that evening: and which the girl had fanned by her subtle, sexy overtures. Her eyes betrayed her every time she looked at Caroline -damn her!
She picked up her glass and tossed back a large mouthful of rum-and-coke, squinting as the hot liquor burned its way down her throat. Bruno and Douglas were still talking animatedly in one comer of the room. They were discussing the play, going over and over the final synopsis which had been given to three BBC and two ITV producers.
At least they'd agreed to read the plot outline. And Daphne knew that this was the major part of the battle won. Once the detailed synopsis had sunk into their thick skulls they could hardly fail to realise the tremendous potential of the play.
They'd be crazy to let their jealousy of Bruno stand in the way of such a success. And it was a success which the networks badly needed at the moment: the milk and water rubbish recently turned out by all the channels had been savagely attacked in the press and an original, meaty script like Douglas Wilder's was a rarity at any time.
Surely they wouldn't be short-sighted enough to reject the play simply because her husband was involved in it? Daphne wandered over to the cocktail cabinet and refilled her glass. She could hear Bruno and Douglas talking quite plainly ...
"... pretty high on bennies most of the evening, but I seemed to hear someone talk about blacklisting. Did you catch it?"
Douglas looked rather uncomfortable. He twisted the stem of his glass in his hand before replying. "As a matter of fact", he said. "They were talking to me! 1 didn't realise you'd overheard ..." He put the glass down suddenly and looked at Bruno seriously.
"Let me level with you", he went on. "I was told if I cancelled my agreement with you that you had first option on directing the play, they'd almost certainly produce it and give me a much larger fee than usual. They said they knew it must be pretty good if you were excited about it... But -". Douglas turned his eyes away from the man's face.
"But they don't want to work with you any more not at any price! That's what they told me", he concluded unhappily.
Bruno was silent. He tapped the rim of his glass with a fingernail for a few moments. Then: "I see", he said quietly. "And what was your reaction? What did you tell them?"
Douglas shrugged his shoulders. "I told them to wait until they'd read the synopsis and then make me a definite offer. What else could I do?" He seemed to be making a great effort to assert himself; to put his own career before Bruno's.
"This means a bell of a Jot to me, Bruno -you know that. It's true that the play wouldn't be as good without you directing it, but..."
"But you'd rather have it produced without me than not at all", Bruno finished for him.
Douglas nodded slowly. "It's quite likely they're only bluffing me", he continued. "If they like the play as much as we think they will, I reckon I can insist that you direct it, Bruno. Let's wait and find out what they say, shall we?"
"Not much else we can do, it there?" Bruno asked bitterly. "All right -111 go on polishing the final script with you ..." He looked at Douglas sharply. "Assuming you still want my help, that is?"
"You know I do!" Douglas said quickly. "It still needs a lot of work before it's ready to go into production: I know that. And everything will work out, Bruno -you'll
"Yeah". Bruno finished his drink moodily, then noticed Daphne standing behind them. "Hi!" he called. "Did you hear that interesting little conversation?" She nodded. "Great, isn't it?" He seemed about to launch into a vitriolic attack on Douglas, but changed his mind. "Ah, it's not your fault -not anybody's fault", he told the man. "It's a world run by finks and the biggest finks survive!"
He stood up. "Hey, I feel like working on that damned play of yours, Doug! Right now, I mean. There's nothing like a bit of back-stabbing to get the old inspiration flowing. How about it? Suppose we go back to your place and work -then we can collect your cases and pick up the girls first thing in the morning?"
Douglas smiled uncertainly. "Okay, if you really feel like it", he said. "But -".
"Then it's settled!" Bruno picked up two of the spare synopses and stuffed them into his jacket pocket. "Let's go!"
Daphne watched them leave, heard their footsteps fade away down the stairs. A few moments later the car started up: a loud, harsh sound which shattered the stillness of the night and broke into Caroline's sleep.
The girl sat up slowly on the settee, cradling her head in her hands.
"God, I feel terrible!" she groaned. Her long hair had become loosened and it now fell across her neck and shoulders in a rather sexy dishevelment. One strap of her evening gown was hanging off, making the dress open even more revealingly at the bodice. "Has everybody gone home?"
Daphne nodded.
"What about Doug? Where's Doug?" She looked around the room, bleary-eyed and still in a state of drowsy intoxication. "Has he fucked off without me?" she demanded, then, noticing Daphne's instinctive wince at her use of the four-letter-word: "Oops! Excuse me, I forgot you don't like bad language!"
She stood up unsteadily. "Where is he, though? And where's Bruno?"
"They've gone to your place -to work on the play", Daphne told her. "1 thought that was the reason we were taking a holiday together: so they could do just that..." She shrugged. "Oh well, I suppose they feel inspired. Excuse me, I want to get a couple of Anadin".
She walked through to the bathroom and took the tablets out of their foil wrapping. As she washed them down, standing in front of the mirror, Caroline came up behind her and she felt the girl's hands slide onto her hips. Caroline peeped over her shoulder and their eyes met in the glass.
"So we're all alone here, are we?" she giggled softly. "Mmm, I wonder if I'm safe with you without my husband to protect me!"
Daphne swung round. "What on earth do you mean?" she demanded. "That's a pretty weird thing to say, isn't it?"
Caroline giggled again. Her hands had remained on Daphne's hips and she was standing very close to the woman -her body almost touching Daphne's. "Oh, come on!" she whispered drunkenly. "Don't pretend that you haven't been making eyes at me all evening!' She leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Daphne felt her large breasts pressing into her own, felt the animal heat of Caroline's body as the girl thrust herself insolently against her...
She raised her hands and gripped Caroline's shoulders -easing the girl away, feeling her breath becoming uneven and fierce, despite her efforts to control it. Caroline moved her hands quickly around Daphne's waist and interlaced her fingers -cuddling the woman into a tight, firm embrace.
Daphne started to push at Caroline's shoulders in earnest now, but Caroline clung to her and rubbed her breasts and thighs in cat-like movements against Daphne's body. Beneath the girl's sheath-like gown, her ripe bosom and the fleshy softness of her belly pressed meaningfully into Daphne's flesh: and the latter girl could feel herself growing more and more aware of Caroline's voluptuous sexuality...
"Please! Stop it, Caroline -you mustn't!" But Daphne could already hear the breathy excitement in her voice and knew that Caroline had noticed it, too. Her efforts to thrust the girl away were growing weaker every moment.
"You're drunk, darling", she cried desperately. "You don't know what you're doing!"
"Don't I?" Caroline smiled directly into her face, those beautiful, mischevious brown eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "I know exactly what I'm doing", she whispered. "And so do you!"
She appeared to have sobered completely, Daphne realised. Her words were no longer slurred and indistinct, her eyes had lost that glazed, drunken expression. They held Daphne's in an almost hypnotic stare -challenging and provocative ...
Daphne stopped struggling. "That's better", Caroline murmured. "Now -tell me you don't like to feel me so close to you!" There was a long, pregnant pause during which Daphne felt her cheeks going red and her will power slowly evaporating.
"Say it", the girl insisted softly. "Tell me you don't want my body against yours!"
Daphne looked at the moist red lips, at Caroline's slighdy open mouth: the white, even teeth; the soft fleshiness of the girl's neck. Caroline had stopped rubbing herself into Daphne's body, but she could feel those large, thrusting breasts pressing against her own...
She started to take her hands away from Caroline's shoulders. But, without Daphne quite realising what was doing, the movement turned into a caress and she found that she was slipping the girl's dress straps over Caroline's arms; her fingers pressing into the wonderfully soft skin and stroking the white flesh -slowly -so very, very slowly -bringing her hands down the girl's shoulders until the straps fell to Caroline's elbows.
"That's better!" Caroline gently disengaged her hands from Daphne's waist and pulled the flimsy strips of material over her wrists. A large portion of her breasts had spilled into view during this maneouvre, and, staring down at them, Daphne could see the red semicircles of Caroline's nipples sticking impudently out of the girl's much-lowered neckline.
Caroline moved back a step and slowly turned around. "Unzip me, darling -I can't quite reach..."
Daphne reached up and took the zipper between her finger and thumb. She felt numb and dazed, in a state of incredulous, dream-like suspension. As she drew the zip slowly down Caroline's back and saw that the girl wasn't wearing a brassiere, her eyes grew so misty and heated that the expanse of white flesh which she was revealing seemed to blur and melt into a lascivious, fluffy blanket. The area of Caroline's back was an infinite landscape of soft skin into which she could sink forever, merging with the girl's precious body in a voluptuous, sensual oneness ...
She lowered the zipper until Caroline's dress fell away from her back, revealing the girl's white bikini pants. Keeping her feet planted firmly on the floor, Caroline shook her body until the garment was shrugged to an untidy heap around her ankles, then stepped delicately out of the silky folds.
Breathlessly, Daphne feasted her eyes on the glamorous sight of the girl's stockinged legs, running them slowly up Caroline's thighs and admiring the extremely taut grip of her suspender belt. It pulled the sheer black stockings as tightly as possible over the girl's fleshy thigh-tops, drawing them up so that only a scant inch or two of bare skin existed between Caroline's panties and her suspender studs.
The curve of her overflowing bum-cheeks, thrusting out of the flimsy and blatantly inadequate briefs, excited her tremendously and Daphne recalled suddenly and vividly the lingerie photographs which had always attracted her attention in the glossy magazines.
She knew then that the seeds of her perverse desire had always been present within her. Buried in some deep, secret corner of her mind; never (until this moment) fully bursting into consciousness, they had nevertheless been partially satisfied by her choice of profession. In the fashion world, where she was frequently on assignment with two or three other girls, Daphne was often surrounded, in changing rooms and sometimes when posing for underwear, by scantily-clad female flesh.
The proximity of these under-dressed girls had served to quieten her unnatural instincts -but only for a certain time... Unknown to her, they had also un consciously fanned the flames of her secret lust and now -with Caroline flaunting herself so shamelessly and seductively -Daphne understood that her craving for the naked bodies of her own sex was well and truly out in the open...
She watched as Caroline began to turn around to face her once more, the girl moving with a deliberate, provocative slowness. Her headache had magically disappeared -and Daphne knew that the cure had been effected more by the traumatic release of her nervous tension than by the Anadin tablets.
At last, Caroline was standing in front of her: Daphne abandoned the pretence of shocked surprise and openly allowed her eyes to wander over the girl's charms.
They travelled an inch at a time over the exciting, practically nude flesh -starting at Caroline's thighs and moving upwards ... She gazed upon the tight vee swelling around the crotch of the girl's panties; the hard, curvy mound thrusting beautifully, the taut swathe of the white silk cutting deeply into Caroline's sex.
Her hips were gorgeously round and fleshy, making the girl's waist appear even smaller and nipped in than it was. Daphne's eyes flickered higher. And came to rest on Caroline's most prominent attributes: her very large and shapely breasts.
So that Daphne could admire them at their most sexy and flattering position, Caroline raised her arms and let her hands sweep her hair back on top of her head causing her breasts to lift and swing momentarily. They really were enormous, Daphne thought, her eyes studying them greedily -hoping that Caroline wouldn't interrupt her appreciation by moving or speaking.
But the girl seemed perfectly content to stand still, hands raised and buried in her rich growth of hair, while Daphne literally gloated on the feminine riches of her body.
For several long minutes the girls remained in this position; Dahpne scarcely daring to breathe for fear that she would break the spell. Then, as if she felt that Caroline was growing restless, she began to slip out of her own dress -silently stepping out of the green chiffon and unclasping her brassiere.
In a moment, she stood before Caroline wearing only her panties and stockings. She used the self supporting type of nylons and felt even more naked than she looked without the rather comforting feel of a suspender belt around her waist.
She ran her tongue over her lips nervously, wondering if she should make the first move towards a more intimate contact. But Caroline, after giving her a searching appraisal, closed the short distance between them and put her arms possessively around Daphne's waist. Her fingers pressed into the soft flesh just above the woman's buttocks -and Daphne quivered, both with fear and expectation.
"That's much better", Caroline whispered. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Isn't it, Daphne?"
"Yes..." Daphne heard herself saying. The sharp metal clips of Caroline's suspenders were digging into her thigh and she could feel the girl's hard crotch thrusting into her own pubic mound. But even more thrilling than these points of contact was the highly erotic touching of their breasts. She glanced down quickly between their bodies: Caroline's huge white globes were squashed completely out of shape -sticking as hard as the girl could press them against her own, smaller, breasts.
And their nipples had stiffened tremendously, the four red buttons growing longer and thicker as they rubbed sweetly together.
Daphne closed her eyes, her senses beginning to swim, and rested her face against Caroline's. Sofdy, the girl was stealing her hands beneath the ridge of Daphne's panties. They drew the tight elastic up and the woman felt her bottom being gently massaged by Caroline's soothing, probing fingers.
Almost at once she felt a sharp desire to do the same thing -to fondle and rub the intimate flesh of Caroline's buttocks. The urge was strong for her to resist; and in any case, she thought with a smile, why should I resist it? Everything's completely out in the open now. Why shouldn't I do whatever I like to her? She's practically asked me to!
And Daphne followed suit, flattening her hands against Caroline's spine and slowly lowering them until her fingers slipped beneath the tight band of the girl's bikini briefs.
She sucked in her breath as the incredibly soft and supple mounds of arse-flesh came into sweet contact with her fingers. She rubbed them firmly, her hands moving eagerly over the rich globes -at last giving full vent to her long-concealed desires.
Subtlely, Caroline began to writhe herself once more against Daphne, grinding her hips in an easy, slow motion action so that her crotch rubbed into her partner's. So gently did the girl begin this movement that Daphne was scarcely aware of it at first. She then felt Caroline's buttocks tensing and untensing beneath her fingers; the warm, yielding cheeks clenching as die girl increased the intensity of her rubbing.
Tentatively, Daphne imitated her. She urged her own loins forward, feeling an intense excitement welling up in her cunt as the sheer intimacy of what they were doing came home to her.
Holding each other's buttocks, cupping a fleshy cheek in each hand, the girls writhed tightly together. Their bodies touched at every possible point: from their faces, down to their breasts and tummies, and further downwards to their stockinged thighs, they clung as closely as they could ...
Until Caroline whispered: "Let's go into the lounge, darling, and get more comfortable".
Daphne took one hand out of Caroline's panties and kept the other resting firmly on the girl's right buttock. Caroline followed suit, and they moved slowly out of the bathroom and into the darkened front room -feeling the gentle, rhythmical wobbling of each other's bottom as they walked.
Daphne shivered. "Let me close the windows", she suggested. "It's very cold in here..." When she returned from pulling the windows shut and turning the electric fire a little higher, Caroline was already back on the settee. She lay at full-length, her arms resting placidly at her sides, the red glow from the fire giving her half-naked body a compelling, fiery glow; as if she had been summoned up from a hellish inferno ...
And as Daphne approached her and Caroline made room for her to lie on the settee, the girl did resemble some kind of satanic she-devil, conjured up out of a weird, surrealistic nightmare. Her skin was bathed an exotic flame colour, her brown hair tinged a wild crimson as it cascaded down over her breasts -effectively concealing them from view.
Daphne lay on her side, facing Caroline. She put her hand on the girl's waist, then moved it slowly upwards until her fingers could gently brush the burnished tresses away from the adorable titties.
Caroline watched as her breasts were brought back into full view by Daphne's smoothing hand. The woman's fingers drew the final wisps of hair off her nipples, then remained on the smooth surface: beginning to tickle the teat with a soft and tentative stroking of her thumb.
She kept the digit beneath Caroline's nipple and drew it slowly up and down, constantly keeping the rising bud in contact with her thumb. Caroline squirmed despite herself. The caress was making her feel hot and itchy; not only in the region of her breast but also much further down her body ...
Daphne moved a little closer to the girl, until her parted legs were clamped securely around Caroline's thigh. She grew a little bolder: her forefinger joined her thumb in fondling the girl's nipple, and, together, they began to squeeze and worry the juicy morsel -pinching it firmly, then easing the pressure... then increasing it ... while the palm of her hand moved pleasantly on the ripe mound of soft, pliable flesh, rolling Caroline's breast from side to side.
The stud of the girl's suspender was pressing almost painfully into Daphne's crotch. Its raised steel clasp seemed to be caressing its way between the lips of her cunt, pushing through the thin silk of her panties and working insolently against her clitoris ...
Daphne could feel herself growing intensely excited by this unusual and stimulating pressure. She raised her left thigh and fitted her leg between Caroline's crotch -then bore down even harder on the metal stud, beginning to rub her moist slit up and down on it.
This brought her face even closer to Caroline's breast, and Daphne -through hot and eager eyes -saw the girl's other nipple only a brief space from her mouth. She glanced up at Caroline's face. The girl nodded slowly and deliberately.
"Kiss it, darling!" she urged. And the fierce yearning in Caroline's voice made Daphne feel weak with passion and desire. "Suck it! Suck my titty!" she moaned "Oh, Daphne, please! Pet it -biie it -do anything you want...!!"
Immediately, Daphne sank her lips into the fullness ol the girl's breast. The warm flesh felt even softer against her mouth than it had looked -and she quickly fumbled her other hand onto the globe, holding it steady whilst she crammed as much of the satin-smooth titty between her lips as possible.
When she had her mouth completely full of the girl's wonderful breast, Daphne started to suck on it. The firm and supple skin was quickly moistened by her saliva, the woman's lips working in a frantic, greedy gobbling action on Caroline's proud and red-tipped beauty.
Daphne's other hand still cuddled the girl's far breast ... her fingers never ceasing their rubbing and teasing of the nipple. And after she had mouthed and sucked deeply on the orb which was buried between her lips, Daphne let the gorgeous flesh escape -allowing the tit to wriggle like a hot, melting jelly out of her mouth.
But before the cheeky red teat could steal from between her teeth, she quickly clamped them shut around the stalk -biting angrily into the rosy bud and holding it tightly. Then she curled her tongue up and began to dart its tip over the imprisoned nipple: lapping and licking at the stiff and tasty morsel until Caroline was writhing in a terrible frenzy on the settee, her thighs twitching beneath Daphne's legs...
As if she was trying to revenge herself on the girl who was tormenting her nipple, she thrust her hand suddenly between Daphne's open thighs and started to rub her fingers urgently up and down the moist folds of the girl's cunt-lips.
Daphne's first, instinctive reaction was to close her legs against this intimate and outrageous treatment. Then she smiled, despite her excitement, as she remembered that they had abandoned both their moral scruples and their inhibitions.
Implicitly, both girls had agreed that their bodies were now each other's mutual property; and could be handled as boldly and as intimately as their partner wished.
She shuddered with a sudden trembling ecstasy as she realised what this meant. Every inch of Caroline's body, every single part of the girl's most private and secret regions was hers to treat as the mood and the inspiration took her.
And Caroline had the right to do exactly as she pleased with her body!
It no longer seemed wrong to Daphne that she should desire the charms of another girl. How could it be wrong or perverted, she thought dreamily as her fingers plucked daintily at one of Caroline's nipples -and her teeth nibbled sweetly at the other. How could so blissful and wonderful an experience be sinful or evil?
She gave the friendly, warm, snug little teat a loving pinch. And felt Caroline work an exploring finger beneath the elastic of her panties by way of relpy. The girl quickly found the deep, rather wet slit of Daphne's cunt and began to ease the tip of her forefinger into it.
Carefully, making sure that she took the longest possible time over the insertion, Caroline dipped the finger into the raw mast of Daphne's quim. She prised the lips gently apart, then rubbed her knuckles in a preliminary caress up and down the naked wound.
Her thighs began to twitch with a life all their own as, for the very first time, Daphne felt another girl's fingers fondling their way into her sex. She sucked harder on Caroline's nipple, breathlessly awaiting the moment when those slender female fingers would actually push their way remorselessly into her cunt ...
But Caroline evidently intended to work her up to a fever pitch of desire before bringing her relief. The girl had found the ripe button of Daphne's clitoris, and, nipping it lightly between her forefinger and thumb, she began to toy idly with the stiff red protuberance.
Daphne began to moan, the sounds muffled by Caroline's breast. Hoping to speed the penetration she reluctantly left the girl's other nipple and stroked her hand down the body until her fingers could feel Caroline's panties resting silkily beneath them.
She wriggled them under the tight waistband, pushing further downwards over the flat of the girl's belly. Her hand shook with excitement as they touched the short, curly hairs of Caroline's pubic patch and her fingers fondled a path through them and alighted upon the opening to her partner's sex.
The soft, yielding lips which opened up like the petals of a rare flower made an effective contrast to the hardness of the girl's mons veneris. The thick crotch had felt so firm and muscular beneath her fingers, Daphne mused. As if it were capable of penetrating her cunt and fucking her with as much satisfaction as As a man! She gasped, almost losing her hold on Caroline's nipple as the bizarre thought struck her. While her fingers slotted themselves into Caroline's wide-lipped cunt, Daphne worked her thumb upwards until it was able to caress the hard pubic mound again.
Yes! Her fevered imagination had little difficulty in transforming the girl's particularly firm pubic mound into a reasonably approximate male organ. She petted it with her thumb, rubbing with harder and harder strokes half-expecting it to rise up away from Caroline's body and truly assume the shape of a penis!
But she was unable to dwell for very long on this exciting fantasy. For one thing, her other fingers had now slipped right into Caroline's quim and she felt, with a momentary shock, the thick, sticky juices seeping strongly from the girl's vulva ...
For another, Daphne realised that her own cunt was becoming wet with spunk. Caroline had been busily manipulating her clitoris to such an extent that she had, almost without knowing it, annotated the girl's fingers with her love-juice!
Daphne squeezed her middle and forefingers tightly together and pushed them slowly but firmly into Caroline's cunt -making them tremble and shake so that the girl had the added enjoyment of a frigging even while Daphne was still inserting them.
She was rewarded by feeling Caroline's fingers at long last slip right into her own quim: and the relief and intense pleasure this gavle her made Daphne want to smother the girl with kisses!
And why not? she thought suddenly. Why shouldn't I? Somehow, the mere act of putting her mouth on Caroline's and letting their lips meet in a long, moist kiss shocked
Daphne more than the far more intimate caresses they were at present giving to each other.
It was ... She found it almost impossible to formulate her feelings about it. Somehow, she couldn't understand why, kissing was a more unnatural practice to her than the most voluptuous fondling ...
But Caroline was clearly expecting them to kiss each other. She brought her free hand up to Daphne's face and stroked her cheek gently.
"Let's kiss properly", she whispered, cradling Daphne's face in her palm, the fingers moving up to caress the woman's ear lobe. "Give me your mouth, darling ..."
Daphne allowed Caroline to draw their faces very close together. She trembled and felt herself stiffening as the girl pursed her lips and brought them very slowly into contact with hers. Her tongue stole out, intending to pass briefly over her lips: they were dry and parched -but Caroline quickly put out her tongue and ran it swiftly across Daphne's.
The wet, slithery meeting of their tongues electrified her. She withdrew from Caroline sharply, trying to twist her mouth away from the girl's searching lips.
Caroline held her chin firmly, forcing her to look into her eyes. "Kiss me!" she demanded fiercely. "Daphne you're going to kiss me!!"
Her lips quivering, Daphne pleaded silently with the girl to excuse her this ordeal; begged her mutely not to insist ...
But Caroline, moving her fingers in a steady rhythm inside Daphne's soaking, terribly itchy cunt, slipped her hand suddenly around her neck and pulled the woman's mouth against her own. With parted lips, she kissed Daphne urgently and passionately: sucking, then rubbing her mouth on Daphne's until -with a sob -the latter girl surrendered and began to return the kiss ardently.
Their hungry red lips worked fervently together, pushing and straining, until Caroline once more brought her tongue into contact with Daphne's. She thrust it almost angrily between the girl's teeth -forcing it into Daphne's mouth and then running it with slow, deliberate possessiveness around her teeth and gums.
Tentatively, Daphne licked at the underside of Caroline's tongue. The wet, ultra-sensitive organ provoked a violent reaction from her. Again, she felt that tremendous shock; as if she had darted her tongue against a live rail...
But this time the sensation thrilled rather than terrified her. She was conscious of being immensely daring, unbelievably bold!
Daphne repeated the action, and kept her tongue in position beneath Caroline's. "Mmmm!" Caroline mumbled. Her tongue started to move faster around Daphne's mouth, tapping at the roof, licking experimentally around the inside cheeks.
At the same time, she pushed her fingers even more deeply up the tight hole of Daphne's cunt and started to do something which made the girl shudder with pleasure. It took her some minutes to realise that Caroline was using her fingernails -scratching firmly, insistently at the tender, vulnerable upper wall of her quim.
Then a white, searing pain exploded behind her eyes. She tore her mouth from Caroline's, a sharp cry of agony coming from her lips. Caroline hugged her with her free hand.
"Oh, darling -I'm so sorry!" she soothed. "That was wicked of me, I scratched you too hard! Oh, Daphne, I didn't mean to hurt you so much, darling. What can I say? What can I do, my precious?"
Blinking away the hot tears which flooded her eyes, Daphne suddenly realised that Caroline had done it to her on purpose. She had deliberately and savagely cut deeply into the rawness of her cunt with one of those wicked fingernails!
A second later, she also realised why Caroline had done it...
"Quickly, darling", the girl went on. "Let me put my tongue inside you -I'll lick it all better for you, I promise! There, there! It must feel so sore, Daphne. But your Caroline will soon make it feel nice again... Ill make all the hurt go away, darling -honestly!"
Crooning to Daphne as if she were a child, the girl gently withdrew her fingers from the sorely scratched quim and, talking all the while, re-positioned herself so that she was kneeling on the carpet with her head between Daphne's thighs.
The pain had subsided by now, but Daphne was far too excited by the tongue-caressing she was about to receive to tell Caroline that she needn't bother. The prospect of having her cunt licked by this beautiful young girl was worth the few moments of agony she'd suffered, and Daphne had never before been subjected to such a treatment. Bruno had never shown any inclination to kiss her in that very special place and she had never been able to bring herself to suggest that it might be fun ...
"Let's take these off first, shall we?" Caroline was whispering. "I can't reach you properly with your panties on, darling!"
She ducked her head quickly under Daphne's legs and the next moment Daphne felt her briefs pulled gently away from her hips. Caroline drew them over her legs and tossed them aside, then put her hands back on Daphne's legs -caressing up the inside of her stocking clad thighs.
"Mmm, that's a clever idea, isn't it?" Caroline was referring to Daphne's stay-up stockings. The girl ran her fingertips around the reinforced tops. "Very smart!" she murmured. Then, firmly, she parted Daphne's legs again -resting them over her shoulders and bringing her face close to the woman's completely naked cunt.
Daphne felt intensely embarrassed by the minute and detailed examination which Caroline was giving to her sex. And she wondered, with a stab of jealousy, how many other girls Caroline had inspected so intimately.
Knowing that Caroline's face was pushed right up close to her genitals made Daphne blush with shame. To be so utterly immodest and open her legs for the intimate delectation of another girl...! She swallowed, her desire suddenly freezing as the sheer obscenity of what she was doing overcame her.
Then, as quickly as they had come, her feelings of guilt and dismay vanished. Because Daphne was suddenly seized by a hot and exquisite thrill which surpassed any she had previously known.
Caroline's tongue had licked from the very base of her long-slitted cunt to its apex -pushing wetly between the lips and slowly rubbing its velvet path up the entire length of her quim! So far, the girl's mouth had not touched her: Caroline must have thrust her tongue out as far as it would stretch, knowing that Daphne would be even more excited by the caress of her tongue alone than by her lips -at this stage, anyway.
But eventually, after a succession of slow and methodical licks, she decided to give Daphne the full benefit of her mouth and lips.
Daphne felt Caroline's fingers on her quim-lips. They peeled them gently apart, pinching the swollen flesh softly and opening her cunt to its widest capac:ty. Then the girl blew sweetly into the opening -sending a steady stream of warm air issuing into Daphne's utterly exposed sexslot.
Peering down at her seducer, Daphne saw that Caroline's head was moving up and down: she felt the girl's lips pursing tightly -then a tremendous jolt of pleasure flooded her body as her cunt was sucked in one long, beautiful breath into Caroline's mouth. The feeling was so intense that Daphne was almost convinced that Caroline had drawn her poor quim inside out and was swallowing the raw, red flesh!
Again and again the girl sucked... And with every intake of Caroline's breath, Daphne was transported higher and higher into a state of sheer, ecstatic bliss!
She realised dimly that Caroline was also fondling her bottom -the girl's fingers caressing the naked cheeks and occasionally stroking into the warm, moist divide. But she could scarcely feel any sensation here or anywhere else in her body. For all she knew, she might be lying on a bed of nails. All that mattered, all she was aware of, were the incredible waves of pleasure emanating from that hot, sticky place between her thighs.
She raised her buttocks from the cushions, lifting her open crotch more rudely into Caroline's face. The girl supported her, cupping her buttocks under her fingers while she licked and sucked with ever-faster gulps into Daphne's cunt.
Caroline, though she had appeared quite sober during their sudden and very abandoned intimacies, was in fact still in a state of inebriation. She knew what she was doing, but the amount of alcohol she'd consumed during the evening had completely numbed her inhibitions. The girl felt totally amoral, wonderfully free from any kind of restraint...
And she was giving her voluptuous partner such pleasure! Such deep, wonderful pleasure! Daphne was making gurgling noises of satisfaction, writhing her limbs in a gorgeously thrilling abandonment...
It had never been like this! Never! Daphne felt so utterly free, so limitless in her capacity for sexual pleasure. She knew that there was a limit: knew that she would soon reach a certain point where the feeling of ecstacy would explode in a final, frantic orgasm -but Caroline was delaying that inevitable moment so beautifully, so cleverly!
The joy she was experiencing threatened to overwhelm her completely. With every inward suck of Caroline's lips she was lifted higher and higher towards a state of impossible bliss.
It's too much, too much! she wanted to cry. But her excitement grew more and more intense -shattering all her previous concepts of sexual fulfilment.
And it was almost without her consent that, ultimately, Daphne reached the zenith of her lust and began to flood Caroline's mouth with the wet, spunky fruits of her love...
Instantly, the girl glued her lips more tightly than ever to Daphne's quim. She sucked furiously, gulping down all the liquid froth which the woman could spurt.
Daphne's cunt pulsed wildly against Caroline's mouth, her clitoris wriggling and seething with excitement. Carefully, Caroline kept her lips working i rhythm with Daphne's spasms until she quite sure that the woman had passed her climax.
Then she gave the inflamed, laishly oiled slit a final kiss and gently removed her lips. Caroline resumed her position next to Daphne on the settee, stretching her body out alongside the woman's and cuddling the still-panting Daphne against her.
Daphne snuggled warmly up to the girl, her hands stealing around Caroline's waist -and in a matter of seconds had fallen fast asleep ...