"Once A Sucker ..." is one of the most exciting stories on a number of forbidden psychosexual themes ever written. What makes it more remarkable is that this swiftly moving, fascinating story was the first novel of the brilliant young English writer, Dennis Drew. Its appearance in the London bookstores and the furor it created among the critics soon brought about a summary ban on the book by the Rt. Hon. Lord Sitwell, Chief Censor.
The famous analyst, Dr. Scymanski, has discussed some of the sexual perversions the reader will find recurring throughout the story as follows:
"I have treated cases of lesbianism and homosexuality where the concept of the lover's jealousy and exclusive possession of the sex object seem to have been reversed. As an illustration one of my patients, a wealthy homosexual, Mr. B., actually reveled in jealousy and visual self-torture. He would actually have his lover fol lowed by detectives. However, if his partner confessed to having anal or oral intercourse with someone else, Mr. B. was immediately pacified: 'I know the poor fellow couldn't help being tempted by those urges of his,' he would say.
"Then to prove their 'freedom and bisexuality' Mr. B. and his partner would have intercourse with the same girl in each other's presence. They would observe and comment on each other's penis strokes before achieving ejaculation, the intensity of their orgasms and even the amount of sperm each had spurted. There was a complete absence of jealousy in respect to the girl. As a matter of fact, except for using her vagina as their common outlet, they ignored her completely.
"Mr. B. would then end the session by insisting that his partner demonstrate his complete subservience to him. This would generally take the form of having him orally kiss the still sperm-dripping vagina of the girl. Sometimes the girl would also be obliged to orally stimulate his partner's penis to a second ejaculation. This in turn would induce a spontaneous orgasm in the watching Mr. B.
"I considered Mr. B to have a strong tendency to infantile megalomania and voyeurism....."
Applying the above observations to this story, the reader will note how an apparently minor sexual perversion can soon enmesh one in a veritable morass of abnormal sex. We leave it to the reader to draw the obvious conclusion.
Continental Classics presents "Once A Sucker ..." in its original complete and unexpurgated form. It is recommended only for the graduate student and the mature adult reader.
Allan Saunders, M.A. New York City March, 1968
Archive Note: The large number of misspellings present in the original pocketbook are faithfully reproduced in this text. No attempt whatsoever has been made to correct those misspelled or misused words.
CHAPTER ONE
"Shut -you bastard!" Bruno glared at the suitcase, then sat heavily on it -shifting his weight up and down until it had closed tightly enough for him to secure the twin locks. Panting a little, he rose to his feet and carried the case into a corner of the bedroom.
He wiped his forehead and finished his drink, swallowing the neat whisky down in two quick gulps. Through the open door came the sound of the shower and Daphne's voice humming the latest pop song.
"How the hell does she pick them up so fast?" he wondered out loud. Then shrugged his shoulders. His wife was always a couple of jumps ahead of him: whether the trend was pop songs or fashions.
The man sniffed, stretched his arms out wearily, then began to knot his tie in front of the dressing table mirror. "Tomorrow, Mr Swanson", he told his reflection. "Tomorrow we'll be in Portugal, getting some of that lovely sun on your pale, wrinkled old face".
Then he peered a little closer and frowned. Lines were beginning to show quite clearly on his forehead and around his eyes. They weren't too deeply etched -not yet. But Bruna knew that a few more years of his present hectic pace would fill out the crowsfeet soon enough.
Too many cigarettes, too much alcohol -and too many godamned cocktail parties. To say nothing of the intense pressure of work ...
Bruno made a wry face at himself in the mirror and turned away from the tell-tale reflection. Why was there always a price on everything? he wondered. You couldn't get anywhere nowadays without having to pay for it in some way or other. Even when you were reasonably succesful you couldn't sit back and simply enjoy it. You lived under a constant compulsion to prove yourself all the time. You couldn't afford to relax -not completely relax -for a single moment.
He sat heavily on the bed and began to ease his feet into a pair of expensive black leather shoes. Lacing them up tightly, Bruno thought again of his precarious hold on fame and good living. All this: he glanced quickly around the room, taking in the long, black leather settee from Heals with its twin easy chairs; the lounge separated from the bedroom by a sliding panel which was now up; the wall-to-wall carpeting; the thick window curtains which opened and closed at the press of a button... all this: the Knightsb-ridge penthouse; his Savile Row suits it could all disappear practically overnight if he had another failure or two.
In fact, after the fiasco his last play had turned into, he'd be fortunate to survive at all unless his inspiration (and luck) took a sudden turn for the better.
Still, there was Douglas Wilder's synopsis on the bedside table... Bruno picked it up and flicked briefly through it. A further half-dozen copies were in the lounge and tonight they would be handed to the BBC and Independent Television producers who were attending his party.
In outline, it read like a damned fine play, Bruno thought. An experienced eye could see how it needed an imaginative director like himself to bring out all its qualities -and he had first option on directing it: in writing!
An unpublished, unknown writer, Douglas had sent the play to Bruno before his last production had been televised. And Bruno had quickly signed a contract with Wilder which gave him the right to sell it to either of the television authorities on a 50-50 basis. This was perfectly fair -or, rather, Bruno corrected himself bitterly: it had been perfectly fair. When they had drawn up the agreement Bruno was acknowledged as the most brilliant young director working in British television. Almost single-handedly he had raised the standards of tv. drama to the level of an art form without losing the mass viewing public in the process.
If anyone could persuade the producers to accept the work of a nobody it was Bruno Swanson. His name on the director's credit was sufficient guarantee for any play...
At least it had been until that costumed period piece he'd stupidly made such a mess of. Bruno threw the synopsis back onto the table. In this profession, no matter what your previous record was like, you were evaluated almost solely on your last production. Past successes counted for little: what the audiences and the critics thought of your penultimate play was the deciding factor in establishing your reputation.
If the viewing figures were low and the critics had either ignored or slated it, you'd be very lucky to get more than a couple of chances to redeem yourself. That was one of the drawbacks to being a freelance television director. Without the security of a contract you worked under intense pressure to maintain both your status and the fat fees which a successful independent could demand.
But a contract director could never earn the inflated fees which Bruno, by playing one television company against another, could command for his services. Until that last bloody play he'd had them all eating out of the palm of his hand. Now, unless he was able to sell them on Douglas' synopsis and do a fantastic job of directing it, the pendulum looked as if it had started to swing the other way...
The trouble was that Bruno had become something of a cult figure. And like most cults and trends his public and critical acclaim was an inconstant, unreliable phenomenon. He would slip from favour as soon as he showed the least sign of growing stale and unfashionable.
He looked up, suddenly conscious that he was no longer alone in the room. Daphne had been standing by his side for some moments and she now put her hand out and gentry ruffled his dark, tightly-curled hair.
"What's the matter, darling?" she asked softly. "Still worried about that last play?"
He nodded gloomily, unable to shift the depression which was stealing over him despite his efforts to elude it. "They've all been waiting for the great Bruno Swanson to screw up", he said. "And now he's done it." He smacked his fist into the palm of his hand. "You could almost smell the satisfaction at the BBC. Behind their 'tough luck, old boy' cliches and their smarmy condolences they were as happy as sand-boys. 'Swanson's had a flop at last!' they were thinking. The boy wonder's run out of inspiration'.
"You'll see it in their eyes tonight", he went on angrily. "The bastards! Well, we're going to show them! Once they've read Douglas's synopsis and I tell them they can't have the play unless / direct it -".
Daphne took his hand and sat down on the bed beside him. "Relax, baby", she soothed. "You know as well as I do that everything's going to work out fine." Her perfume, exotic and expensive, filled his nostrils. He could feel the silk of her negligee against his body; and beneath it the round curve of her breast thrusting forward into his shirt. "You and Douglas will get the final script ready for production while we're on holiday, and when we're back they'll be fighting each other for the privilege of producing it! They're not fools, whatever else they might be..."
While she spoke, Daphne began to caress the nape of his neck; her long, skilful fingers lulling him into a gradual easing of his tension. "Even from the synopsis they'll be able to tell that you're the only director who can do justice to the play".
She kissed him just below his ear, then, keeping her lips on his skin murmured: "Don't worry, precious!"
He slid his arm around her waist, feeling the suppleness of her flesh through the pale, flimsy pink negligee -and was reminded that Daphne, too, was a symbol of his success.
She was beautiful, desirable -and very, very sexy. Everything about her oozed gracious living and poised elegance. If it hadn't been for his sudden rise to fame in television, Bruno doubted if he would have met a girl like her: Let alone married her.
In every way they were opposites. She possessed a quality of absolute calm, of complete stillness. Nothing seemed capable of disturbing the inner tranquility of her life. Although she was one of London's leading fashion models, Daphne had never betrayed the least sign of tem perament. Her wealthy parents, now dead, had cushioned and protected her from every form of physical and psychological want. And since she was independently wealthy, her modelling was strictly a hobby -Daphne wouldn't mind too much if her offers of work suddenly ceased: like most things in her life, she didn't really need it ...
Bruno frequently wondered if she felt the same way about their relationship. It was an uncomfortable, disconcerting idea.
She stretched her body indolently on the bed, her pale green eyes closing; her tall, willowy figure beautiful in repose. Her negligee rose, barely covering her crotch, and Bruno could see the raised curve of her mons veneris thrusting beneath the hem of the garment.
He started to rub the inside of her leg, his fingers sinking deliciously into the softness of her white flesh. At the caress, Daphne moved her legs slighdy apart letting him catch a glimpse of her half concealed sex ...
Bruno marvelled again at the silken sheen of his wife's thigh. The skin was so tender; so warm and supple to his touch. He stroked upwards until the tips of his fingers were almost within reach of Daphne's swollen sex-lips, moving them up and down the inside of her thigh in a slow, hypnotic massage.
His eyes stared at the faint mark his hand was creating on her flesh. Under the pressure of his fingers, four red weals appeared -quickly fading as soons as they moved on. He pressed them more urgently into her thigh until the deep stains marred her skin for a longer period: finding the contrast between the white beauty of Daphne's thigh and the cruel welts raised by his fingers strangely exciting.
She wriggled her body sensuously, making the muscles of her legs alternately stiff and relaxed. Bruno slipped his other hand beneath her knee and gently raised it, then stroked down the fulless of Dahpne's under thigh. He caressed to the plumpness of her bottom and let his fingers rest there -curling in towards the pubic hair which was now clearly visible.
"What about our guests, darling?" Daphne murmured. Her voice was low and throaty; it did something to Bruno, stirring an impulse deep inside him to fling his body on top of hers and savagely sink his prick into the soft sweetness of her cunt.
"They won't arrive for another hour", he said thickly. "In any case... let 'em wait!"
He squeezed the round flesh beneath his fingers, feeling it give voluptuously. Daphne sighed. "You ought to relax, I suppose" she whispered sexily. "Get rid of that tension ..."
Bruno wriggled up on the bed until he was lying beside his wife. Keeping his right hand under her thigh he cradled her head with the other and brought her mouth against his.
He kissed her fiercely, pushing his lips onto hers and almost immediately driving his tongue wetly between her teeth. Daphne opened her mouth and he inserted his tongue, licking at the luscious warmth until the tip of her tongue met his and they melted sexily together.
She began to make tiny breathy sounds -urging her lips against Bruno's and sliding them beautifully from side to side. Her clever tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, tapping against his teeth, quivering and tempting. Bruno felt it striving to penetrate him as fully as possible, and he reluctantly withdrew his own tongue from Daphne's mouth and allowed her to explore him as intimately as she wished.
Daphne made her tongue revolve in a slow, tantalising action around Bruno's lips; circling the fleshy and sensitive inside of his mouth -poking the very tip of the liquid, live muscle against the back of his teeth.
He pulled her sharply against him, turning her on her side until he could feel the firm thrust of her breasts against his chest. Her body strained wildly against his, the hard mound of her sex pressing excitingly into his stiffening prick.
Bruno kept one hand around her shoulders, letting the other slide gradually down the silk of her back. His fingers caressed downwards until they felt the base of Daphne's spine and the globular swell of her buttocks. The negligee ended here, rucked up so that the full expanse of the girl's arse-cheeks was exposed.
He slowly passed his hand over the hem, then slid his fingers onto the warm orbs of her bottom. The cheeks were relaxed and wobbled slightly as his hand strayed over them -cupping and raising the heavy white globes, moving from one to the other in turn.
Daphne murmured into his mouth; soft, gentle breathings which stirred the man quickly and made his cock pulse into a full, ripe erectness.
She caressed the back of his neck, running her long fingers up and down the sensitive nape and into the short hair. Bruno eased his other hand down to her buttocks and massaged the cheeks tenderly -opening them, closing them, turning them over under his exploring fingers...
Daphne's tongue was still in his mouth, still twisting sexily around and provoking him with its ceaseless, wet touting. He pushed a forefinger into the deep crevice of her arse, running it with slow deliberation up and down the warm valley. It slid over the hidden orifice of her anus, stole to the moist, hot hole of her cunt ... then retraced its path -now moving out of the divide and pressing firmly into Daphne's spine.
With a deep sigh, she withdrew her tongue from his lips, giving him a final kiss before opening her eyes and regarding him with a slumberous, desiring expression.
Bruno turned over on his back as she pressed her fingers into his hip. His hands fell away from her buttocks, and he let them rest passively at his side. Daphne held his eyes in an unwavering stare, locking them hypotically to hers as she rearranged her position on the bed: finally kneeling over him with her negligee opening at its neckline and her hands plucking insistently at the belt of his trousers.
Without taking her eyes from his, she slowny unzipped his fly and tugged his trousers off. Through the brief black Skants Bruno's prick rose lustfully -its crown, with the sharply pointed head, clearly outlined beneath the tight silk.
Daphne retraced the path of her hands up his now-bare legs. She stroked persuasively and firmly, keeping her fingers on the inside of his thighs, rubbing meaningfully into the muscular flesh.
Bruno let his eyes drop to the neck of his wife's negligee. The twin melons of her breasts could now be seen fully. They swayed gently as her body moved, hanging with ripe firmness -the tips a thick, deep red where the nipples had already begun til harden.
She was massaging the area of thigh just below his crotch now, her skilful fingers kneading the flesh in a beautifully sensuous series of strokes. Her hands were very gradually moving towards the thick protuberance of Bruno's cock, which was now quivering strongly under the erotic restraint of his silken underpants.
At last, when Bruno felt that he would go crazy with frustration, Daphne allowed her fingertips to brush against the stiff meat of his prick. The light touch sent it pulsing more violently than ever, and a she ran her forefinger quickly up and down the tender underside, he could scarcely control himself: with all his might he wanted to rip the tight pants off and let his penis break free of its silk prison. But Daphne loved the preliminaries to the sex act... loved to prolong them as much as humanely possible ... and he knew that she would be disappointed if he terminated her "games" too abruptly.
So, his breath quickening and his eyes hot and lustful, Bruno forced himself to remain still and allow her to take her own sweet time about uncovering his cock.
She was bending over him more closely now: he could feel her exhalation of air on his bare stomach. And her hands were moving more intimately over his sex, beginning to examine the outline of his balls and the long shaft of his prick.
But she had not yet made any attempt to pull the underpants down. Bruno tensed and untensed the muscles of his back, writhing his hips in an effort to persuade her to quicken the seduction.
Daphne blew a sweet but infuriating kiss at him. Her lips, puckered and moist, then swooped suddenly down and fastened greedily onto the arrowhead of his penis closing around the hard, throbbing crown and sucking with furious gulps through the thin silk which separated the meaty flesh from her mouth.
Bruno closed his eyes tightly. The sensation of those soft, womanly lips on his prick was exquisite. And the steady pull of her mouth sent a violent surge of pleasure through his entire body.
Her fingers were holding the lower half of his cock steady; squeezing the hard stem, almost releasing it then squeezing it even harder. He could feel her wonderful teeth nibbling softly on his penis, biting with an exquisitely half-painful, half-pleasurable pressure until the weapon jumped wildly in the tight confines of her mouth.
She drew harder and harder on it: soaking the black material of his Skants as her saliva dribbled helplessly over her full, pursed lips. Then, stealthily, Daphne slipped one finger beneath the tight elastic and started to fondle his scrotum.
Aroud and around the tender, erotic place she stroked; insistent, unrelenting. Bruno squirmed in delicious agony, hands clenching and unclenching. Her remorseless finger at last tickled up a little higher, and soon Bruno felt Daphne's sharp fingernail sliding over his balls, making them jiggle from side to side and itch with a powerful, maddening irritation.
Carefully, she lifted his pants away, raising them so that his balls were uncovered but his prick was still encaced in the black silk.
The pants were so wet by now that Bruno could feel Daphne's lips and teeth against his cock as if they were unhindered by any protection. Daphne seemed to sense that the time was now ripe for her to bare his prick and suck it properly, for she dragged the right side of his pants up -momentarily relinquishing her hold on his penis -and allowed the fiery red rod to burst into full view.
His eyes were hot and misty, but Bruno saw through a kind of red haze that Daphne was licking her lips, savouring the prospect of wrapping them around his nude and fleshy prick. She had tugged the pants into his crotch, and Bruno felt the elastic biting into his skin. His shaft was now completely naked -the long, wide weapon twitching from side to side as if it was being battered by a heavy wind.
He raised his hand, the one nearest to Daphne's crouching body, and slipped it into the top of her negligee -letting his fingers cup the warmth of her down-hanging breast. He pressed the soft flesh gently, then flattened his palm and pushed it upwards, squashing her breast against her chest. The nipple burned into his hand and he brought his forefinger and thumb together around it and squeezed ...
The hard, bright ruby stiffened under his tweaking, growing thicker and larger; making Bruno long to take it into his mouth and suck deeply and strongly on it!
This desire was suddenly dispelled by an even more exquisite sensation, however. Daphne had taken his cock into her mouth -but instead of securing her lips around the hot stem she had kept them open! Her breath came beating down on his prick, making it feel as if he had put it into a warm oven!
Then she started to lick over and over the crown her tongue lapping in a quick, feverish motion, making the tender point itch frantically. He tightened his hold on her breast, clenching his fingers ruthlessly around the inflamed nipple -trying to force Daphne to close her lips and suck him properly.
Finally, she yielded to his silent but insistent demands. With a strange, gurgling sound, she tightened her mouth around the thickness of his cock and began to chew and worry the hard gristle.
Bruno relaxed, the steady rhythm of her sucking lulling him into a pleasant, drowsy intoxication; slowly minimising his tension and, eventually, calming him completely. With even, regular strokes of her lips, Daphne brought him to a peaceful, sensuous state where his anxieties and worries evaporated to the point of nonexistence.
The action of her mouth becoming instinctive and automatic, Daphne's mind paused in its enjoyment of Bruno's prick to wonder again at the curious effect this form of love-making had upon her husband. Most men would grow wildly excited by such an intimate and arousing caress. To have a beautiful woman fondle your cock with her hps -sucking and licking at the meat with the expertise she knew she possessed... surely it would stir them into a frenzy of lust?
But Bruno grew more and more passive; content to lie perfectly still and submit to the treatment without movement or the least sign of passion. There was no doubt that he enjoyed it. She glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted -and he wore an expression of bliss; a steady, dreamy smile playing on his mouth.
And yet Bruno always remained so quiet, so damned passive! Daphne could never induce him to shoot his spunk into her mouth, no matter how hard she tried. He simply refused, forcing her to withdraw her lips before his orgasm approached and concluding their love-making by fucking her in the more usual way.
She longed to actually taste his sperm -hungered for the rich, foamy fluid to gush into her mouth... But Bruno, though he would never explain his reluctance, denied her this pleasure. And since he was the only man she had ever sucked, it seemed that Daphne would never know the sensation. Unless...
Unless she had an affair! Perhaps surprisingly, in view of their careers (in both the television and the fashion worlds promiscuity was, of course, rife) neither of them had ever taken a lover. Dahpne felt sure that she would know if Bruno had a mistress -and she herself had never met a man who attracted her enough to warrant the risk of losing Bruno.
It was, she insisted, only a small and unimportant thing, this refusal of her husband to come in her mouth. And she tried to suppress the desire, renewing her sucking of his prick with vigour -blotting out the urge as much as she could.
Yet the fleshy taste of his manhood, the rich, firm meat was so beautifully hard between her hps. How gorgeous it would be to have your mouth flooded with his white sperm ...!!
Daphne ran her tongue more quickly around the ridge of Bruno's foreskin -gliding it wetly over the vulnerable place and hopping against hope that this time he would be forced to shoot his spunk before he realised his climax was upon him.
But Bruno came suddenly to life. He sat up abruptly on the bed and grabbed her upper arm, dragging her face away from his prick.
A sharp pang of terrible frustration screamed shrilly through Daphne's mind. Once again the pleasure for which she hungered had been snatched away from her at the last moment. Her body trembled, and for a moment she felt like rolling away from Bruno -repaying him by refusing to be fucked ...
But the urge in her cunt was too intense to be suf focated by thoughts of mere revenge. She allowed him to sprawl on top of her and ease his rigid prick between her soft thighs. Her fingernails clawed at his back, scratching at the broad muscle as he began to lever his cock between the lips of her quim.
"Kiss me!" she gasped. "Oh, darling, kiss me!"
He crushed his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue violently into her at the same time as his prick entered the tight slit of her cunt.
Daphne raised her legs, lifting them and driving her ankles into the small of his back. Bruno eased his throbbing rod fully into her, feeling the wetness of her slippery, rubbery walls constrict his cock and suck it tighter and tighter into the beautiful channel.
He began to fuck her passionately, sliding his dick fiercely in and out of her hot, gluey hole -the friction seeming to draw his sperm remorselessly and of its own volition from his testicles.
Daphne had reached her orgasm almost as soon as Bruno's cock had first entered her. She was wet and sticky, the depths of her cunt oozing with love-juice. She felt his spunk start to erupt -the boiling fat beginning to spurt into her in long spasms -and wanted to hold him back, delay his climax somehow. She wasn't ready, she wanted more, it was too soon ...
But Bruno had been brought almost to fever pitch by her sucking and the feel of his wife's quim around his prick spurred and hastened his orgasm to a point where he could no longer control himself.
Feeling for her breast -once more pinching her hard red nipple between his fingers -Bruno twitched his loins frantically in an abandoned, fucking rhythm ... and launched his sperm-jets with all the power and fury he could muster.
They gushed into Daphne's cunt; four hard, lengthy spasms of thick male juice ... and the girl clenched her buttocks tightly, holding Bruno's prick in the vicelike grip of her quim for as long as possible.
All too soon, though, his cock slackened and Bruno began to withdraw. Daphne fought back the waves of frustration, the mounting despair at having her pleasure terminated so prematurely. She realised it was simply because Bruno had become over-excited in the early stages and had been unable to control himself. Normally, he was a beautiful lover -and in any case, if they had more time, she knew that he would be both willing and able to satisfy her completely.
But in half an hour their first guests would start to arrive; and the party was a very important one -it could make a tremendous difference to Bruno's career. She opened her legs and he slid right out of her, rolling over onto his side, breathing heavily.
Daphne watched his chest rising and falling as Bruno slowly climbed down from the ecstatic heights of his orgasm. She kissed him softly on his cheek, murmuring: "Relax for a few minutes, darling. Ill get dressed and finish tidying up ..."
Quickly, Daphne got off the bed and slipped out of her negligee. She stepped under the shower again and soaped her cunt carefully, trying to ignore the urge which crept through her sex as her fingers worked up a lather; the feel of her own hands on her flesh giving her a strong temptation to fondle the lips and complete the satisfaction which Bruno had denied her.
The hot water was like a caress to her white, soft flesh. Daphne leaned back so that the jets hit her stomach and crotch, washing away the pungent odour of Bruno's sperm and, at the same time, stinging the half open lips of her quim with a fierce, hard patter of droplets.
She closed her eyes, fingers splayed on her pubic mound -almost unconsciously drawing the slit wider so that the water dripped down into the outer lips. Dreamily, Daphne began to wonder what it would be like to have sex under the warm rain of the shower. To have a wet, naked body pressed up against hers, hands fondling her breasts, touching the nipples so that they perked up stiffly ...
While the spray bathed them in a delicious, steamy heat, they would soap each other lovingly -using their hands to froth up a generous lather. Their breasts would rub together, the large wet globes melting into one another; their firm, sexy crotches Daphne opened her eyes in sudden shock. An awful emptiness seemed to open out beneath her; a yawning chasm which threatened her with black, unknown terrors. She gripped the shower walls to steady herself as panic sent a flood of adrenalin racing through her body.
And the fantasy was too strong, too detailed to be thrust immediately aside. Again, even while she tried desperately to suppress it, Daphne visualised that beautiful, naked woman holding her tightly and fondling her while they were washed by the hard jets of hot water.
Numbly, she reached up and turned the shower off. This was the first time such a situation had even occurred to her, let alone appeared so oddly attractive and exciting. Daphne began to dry herself, remaining inside the shower stall: afraid to look at Bruno (or to let him see her while she was feeling like this).
"It was only a daydream -a silly little fantasy!" she tried to reassure herself -speaking aloud in a soft whisper. But the sound of her voice reminded her of her femininity, of her sex... and, in turn, this conjured up once more the alluring picture of another girl pressing up tightly to her: naked and voluptuous ...
No matter how fiercely she tried to dispell them, the images stayed sharp and clear in her mind. The warmth and softness of that female body against hers had, even in fantasy, seemed so provocative and desirable!
Daphne couldn't understand what had started such a reverie. It was completely against her nature, completely alien to her. She shivered, although the steam in the shower had made the temperature soar. Maybe it was just a result of her frustration, she thought. Nothing more than resentment at Bruno (and, by implication, at all men) for terminating their pleasure too quickly.
Phrases came floating up from her mind, ideas that she'd read long ago and had practically forgotten.
"Some women are attracted by a homosexual relationship because they know instinctively that another female can give them longer and more intense pleasure..."
"It isn't necessary for a woman to dislike the male sex for her to enjoy lesbian favours; she may find them pleasurable simply because they are a novelty..."
Daphne licked her already wet lips. The shock induced by the revelation that she possessed certain lesbian tendencies was fading now. And although the idea of making love to another girl was an uncomfortable one, it no longer frightened her quite so intensely.
She couldn't imagine herself ever crossing the bridge which divided fantasy from reality and actually putting her desires into practice, but at least these hitherto undetected impulses could be faced without horror and self-disgust.
Daphne wondered briefly why she had never felt even a faint sexual attraction towards other women until this moment. It was odd, really. In a few weeks she would be 28, yet it seemed as if her sexual development was still not complete...
She stepped softly from the shower, dried her feet, and walked on tiptoe back to the bedroom. Bruno was still asleep. He sprawled on the bed, his penis lack, his mouth open: snoring gently.
As she dressed, Daphne was unable to stifle a feeling of distaste for his hairy, rather ugly nude body. Again, the image of a gentle, soft-skinned girl came to her mind cuddling her warmly and intimately ...
Before the picture could take hold again and become an insistent, exciting idea, Daphne leaned over her sleeping husband and shook him roughly.
"Bruno!" she called loudly. "Wake up, darling: it's getting late!"
He stirred, grunting his way out of a deep slumber, rubbing his eyes. Daphne stepped back from him, her mind's eye superimposing on his muscular frame the curvy contours of a voluptuous girl...
She blinked the persistent fantasy away, now irritable and angry with herself for not being able to control it. The chimes sounded at that moment and she turned gratefully back to the door.
"I'll get it, darling", she told Bruno. "You'd better hurry up and get dressed".
"It's only Douglas and Caroline", he said, stretching and yawning. "I told them to get here early so I could brief them on how to talk. Tell them I'll be with them in a minute".
She left him fumbling with the buttons of his shirt and walked into the lounge. Her heart was beating rather more rapidly than usual, and it wasn't until she stepped into the hall and opened the front door that she realised why.
Caroline! Douglas Wilder's wife, Caroline! Daphne could scarcely take her eyes away from the beautiful young girl who stood in the porch. She had met the girl only once before, though Douglas had been a regular visitor to their flat during the past two weeks. But a strange and thrilling sensation passed through her as she stood there staring at Caroline's remarkably large and firm bosom. Her wrap was half-open and the upper slopes of the girl's exquisitely white breasts were spilling out of her low-cut evening dress.
Daphne raised her eyes with an effort and smiled at the couple. "Nice to see you again, Caroline", she said, taking the girl's hand in her own. "You too, Douglas". He nodded pleasantly at her and Daphne noticed that he seemed rather nervous and on edge. The prospect of meeting so many important people all at once, she decided. Poor Douglas! He was taking quite a chance -throwing in his lot with Bruno. Though her husband had quite unashamedly conned him into this situation; and Douglas probably didn't realise just how precarious Bruno's standing with the television moguls was at present.
Still, Daphne had a great deal of faith in Bruno's talent. She had read Douglas's play herself and she knew that if anyone could bring out all the subtleties and tensions in it to perfection, it was her husband.
"Ill fix you a drink", she went on, leading them into the lounge. "Bruno won't be more than a few minutes. As you know, he wants to "brief you' on how to handle the producers!" She laughed. "He doesn't think anyone can put over a proposition to them except himself. And he wants to give them a really hard sell on your play, Douglas..."
Douglas took his Martini and cleared his throat. "To the play!" he proposed, and they clinked glasses and drank, Daphne looking over the rim of her glass to watch Caroline surreptitiously.
She was a very sexy-looking girl, Daphne decided, carefully appraising Caroline's deep brown eyes and auburn hair. The hair was long, and Caroline usually wore it so that the tresses cascaded over her shoulders. But tonight, presumably because she felt this was rather a formal occasion, the beautifully luxuriant hair had been built up high on her head. Daphne suddenly burnt with a desire to unfasten it and watch the golden plaits shimmer down the girl's back... until they hung over those marvellously firm-looking breasts -which, of course, would be naked and hard-nippled ...
Caroline met her eyes suddenly and the looked quickly away again. Daphne caught a trace of embarrassment in the girl's expression -and realised that she thought Daphne was studying her critically; finding fault with her appearance.
Or could it be that Caroline saw the appreciation in her eyes and understood that Daphne was looking at her rather more intensely than a mere sizing-up would warrant?
The uneasy atmosphere was broken by Bruno's entrance. He opened the door suddenly and practically bounded into the room -rushing up to Douglas and shaking his hand powerfully, at the same time putting his arm around Caroline's shoulders and drawing them both into a warm embrace.
"Great to see you!" he exclaimed. "You look beautiful, Caroline -really tremendous!" He pecked her on the cheek affectionately, then turned his attention entirely to Douglas.
"Listen", he began. "We haven't got much time before the others arrive and there's a lot of things I want to tell you..."
He drew the man towards the settee and Douglas sank down into the cushions, shrugging his shoulders helplessly at the two women as Bruno stood over him and began talking quickly and urgently.
Daphne smiled at Caroline. "We'd better leave them to get on with it", she said. "Come and sit down next to me. We can get to know each other a little better. After all, the four of us are going to spend a whole fortnight together starting tomorrow".
She took Caroline's hand -mildly surprised at her outward show of calm when her heart was still hammering and her nerves felt taut as a bowstring -and led the girl to an easy chair. While Caroline settled herself rather primly on the edge of the cushions, Daphne sank informally onto a pouffe at the girl's knee -tucking her feet under her body and resting her elbow on the arm of Caroline's chair.
"Do you really think they'll accept the play?" Caroline asked her suddenly. "Somehow, you know, I just can't see any of the companies putting it on, even with Bruno directing it. It's a very unusual theme for television, isn't it? And -".
Something about Caroline's choice of words made Daphne realise that she, at any rate, had guessed that Bruno's present reputation could do more harm than good to Douglas's play.
"What you mean, darling", she interrupted. "Is that ith Bruno urging them to produce it, the chances are that -y'll refuse the play simply out of spite! Isn't that what you're really trying to say?"
Daphne watched sharply for Caroline's reaction. The girl blushed and bit her lower lip in confusion; and it became immediately obviously to Daphne that she had scored a direct hit. To Caroline's credit, however, she noted that the girl didn't try to deny the truth of Daphne's accusation.
"Well... yes, I suppose it is!" she stammered. Caroline leaned forward confidentially until her face was only a few inches from Daphne's. The girl's scented skin and the wider opening of her cleavage made Daphne feel weak and dizzy with a strange, persistent desire. It was all she could do to keep her eyes averted from the enticing, seminudity of Caroline's breasts. Caroline whispered:
"Please understand, Daphne -I don't mean to sound rude or ungrateful. It was very kind of Bruno to read Doug's play in the first place and sponsor it... But after the way his last production flopped -".
Caroline bit her lip again. "I'm sorry -".
Daphne shook her head. She glanced towards Bruno and Douglas. They were deeply engrossed in conversation -Bruno doing most of the talking. "Thats all right, darling", she said. "For God's sake, let's be frank with each Other -in a little while, when the big men and their over-dressed women arrive, the air will be thick with lies and innuendos! Come on, tell me exactly what you Ihink!"
"Well, you know that I work for the BBC -as a secretary", Caroline went on. She was speaking so quietly How that Daphne moved her head even closer to the girl.
Their cheeks brushed softly, Caroline whispering into Daphne's ear, and Daphne half-closed her eyes in a sweetly blissful excitement as she felt the girl's softness so close to her body.
"Naturally, I hear an awful lot of gossip -about things that go on in the commercial companies as well as the BBC. The other day 1 saw an unofficial letter from an important BBC producer to one of the top Independent Television bosses. It suggested that Bruno should be black-listed from now on! It said they wanted to get rid of him for a long while -because he was getting too influential.
"He's made a lot of enemies, as I expect you know". Daphne nodded silently. "It's mainly because his work is so good that it shows up the mediocre stuff most of the other people turn out", Caroline went on quickly. "All they needed was an excuse -like a big flop -then they'd get together and see so it that he never worked in television again".
Caroline took Daphne's hand impulsively. "I remember one line of the letter by heart", she said. "It went: *We can't afford a genius in t.v. -think what he could do to the rest of us'. It sounds crazy, to think that they'd stifle talent like Bruno's just out of spite -but I've worked for them long enough to know that they're capable of such a stupid, dirty trick!"
Daphne was surprised to see that Caroline was so enraged, so worked up about the injustice to her husband. And then she realised that by associating with Bruno, Douglas would receive similar treatment at the hands of the television moguls. If Bruno praised his work and urged them to produce it, that would be the kiss of death...
On the other hand "Listen", Daphne whispered. "You might well be right about the blacklisting -though I doubt if every single producer would agree to it. But you mustn't underrate them: they wouldn't dare to throw away a really good play, there's too few of them about for one thing ...
"Caroline -". (This wasn't entirely for Bruno's benefit, Daphne realised. She wasn't doing this to save his career: she had a far more personal motivation). "I don't think Bruno knows it's gone as far as this: he suspects that they've got it in for him, but I'm sure he doesn't realise he might not get another chance ...
"Look -Douglas brought the play to Bruno in the first place because he knew that my husband could take it to a producer and get the highest price for it and the most expensive budget. Maybe things are a little different now; maybe Bruno needs Douglas more than the other way around ...
"Once they've read the synopsis, they'll still be clamouring to produce the play. Whoever showed it to them in the first place! It doesn't matter! Believe me, Caroline, it's a damned fine play and they're simply not stupid enough to pass it by".
"Have you told Douglas about the letter yet?" Caroline nodded. "What did he say?"
"We're here, aren't we?" the girl replied. "You can see for yourself that he hero-worships Bruno: he won't hear a thing against him!"
"All right then. Now, supposing I ask you to leave things as they are at present? Supposing I ask you not to put any kind of pressure on Douglas to back out of his agreement with Bruno? Would you do that?"
Caroline sighed. "I've spent the entire evening before we arrived here telling him to do just that!" she said wearily. "And it hasn't made the slightest bit of difference! I was going to take things into my own hands when we met the producers: create a scene and force Douglas to stand on his own two feet. But now that I'm here, now that we've talked like this..." She shook her head and sighed again. "I don't know", she admitted. "I really don't know what to do for the best".
Daphne, still holding the girl's hand, gave the warm, slender fingers an affectionate squeeze.
"I like you, Caroline", she murmured. "I like you an awful lot! I'd like to be very good friends with you honestly!"
Caroline frowned, unsure how to take this rather odd and irrelevant remark. But she made no attempt to disengage her hand from Daphne's.
"Do this for me, darling", Daphne continued, beginning to stroke the girl's fingers slowly and deliberately. "Give Bruno a chance -you won't regret it. I promise, you won't regret it!"
She brought her lips very close to Caroline's ear, whispering sexily and letting her arm brush as if by accident against the girl's breasts. "You'll see -they'll give Bruno another opportunity to direct, and he'll do such a good job on Doug's play that your husband will be able to name his own price for his future work!
"It's not too much to ask of you, it is? After all, Douglas himself has faith in Bruno: why shouldn't we?"
Caroline licked her lips -and the tip of her tongue rubbed momentarily, electrically, against Daphne's cheek. The girl trembled. It was only an accident, she told herself. Only an accident! Don't jump to conclusions! But Caroline's breasts seemed to press more firmly against her arm -resting heavily on Daphne's bare flesh. She felt her heart beginning to race again ...
"I came here tonight with the intention of telling you that we didn't want to go on holiday after all", Caroline was saying. "I was going to be a real bitch and jump off the sinking ship! That was cowardly of me, wasn't it?"
Daphne waited silently for her to continue. "I'm sorry", Caroline whispered. "I'll do what you said: I won't talk Doug out of his association with Bruno -even if I thought I could do it!" She smiled a little sadly. "If they do turn us down I suppose he can always send it to an American t.v. company! Though they're supposed to be worse than us for in-fighting, aren't they?
"Anyway, if they really are as petty-minded as that to refuse to consider a play simply because they've got a grudge against the man who holds an option on directing it... screw them!!"
Daphne twisted her head round in surprise. The crude epithet sounded rather shocking on the girl's sweet and innocent lips. Caroline smiled at her. "Don't pretend you haven't heard that phrase before", she said mockingly. "I know them all -and I bet you do, too!"
Daphne pressed her fingers tightly, then released the girl's hand. "I'm glad you're on our side, Caroline", she murmured. "Very, very glad!"
The door chimes went again and Daphne got to her feet. "Let's charm the hell out of these bastards!" she said grimly. "We'll show them they haven't got a monopoly on conspiracies!" Then she set her face into a fixed smile and deliberately tugged the bodice of her evening gown a little further off her shoulders, revealing rather more of her breasts than was usual.
She paused at the settee and gave Bruno's hand a squeeze. "All set, darling?" He grinned at her. "All set!"
And she walked to the door and flung it open. "Very good of you to come, Mr. Greene. You, too, Mrs. Greene. Here ... let me take your coats ..
CHAPTER TWO
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 ...
CHAPTER THREE
The mid-morning BEA flight to Lisbon had been a nightmare for Caroline. She had been forced to sit next to Daphne while Bruno and Douglas went over the damned play -and not once during the two and a quarter hours had she been able to meet the woman's eyes.
Daphne had chatted to her during the journey almost as if nothing had happened between them; but Caroline detected the strong current of intimacy which flowed between them, made implicit by the occasional pat which Daphne gave to her bare knee and by the frequent double entendre in her conversation.
Caroline felt sure, every time Douglas glanced at them and she caught her husband's eye, that he knew something rather odd was going on between the two girls. It must be written in her eyes! Surely everyone on the plane (especially the hovering, smiling stewardess) had realised that she and Daphne were having a lesbian affair!
When she had awakened in the morning to find herself snuggled tightly against Daphne's bare flesh, Caroline had instinctively jerked her body away from the unnatural contact. And then the memory of what she had done suddenly flooded through her mind.
How could she have behaved in that way? How could she have done such things to another girl? Caroline had thought all that was behind her, that her lesbian relations hips were merely a part of her adolescence. The last time she had gone to bed with a member of her own sex had been at college -and since meeting Douglas the urge to fondle and caress a body which was an identical twin to her own had never materialised.
What on earth had prompted her to make love to Daphne? The question buzzed in Caroline's mind during the entire flight, without ever being answered to her complete satisfaction. She couldn't really say that she'd been seduced, even. The woman had, it was true, made it quite plain that she "fancied" Caroline, but the actual initiative had been taken by her ... ......
It could only be, Caroline decided finally, that Daphne's provocative eyes and the woman's mental disrobing of her had triggered off impulses which Caroline thought had been long obliterated.
The question now was: what should she do about them? Should she admit to herself that Daphne's body excited her and allow their relationship to develop? After all, she reminded herself, she hadn't yet been caressed and fondled by the women; Daphne had been relatively passive, leaving Caroline to play the role of seducer. Surely she could at least receive some reward for her pains! That wouldn't necessarily make her a confirmed lesbian -would it?
In this frame of mind, Caroline walked down the airplane steps and across the tarmac: feeling the hot Portugese sun beating down on her unshaded head. Soon they'd all be swimming in a beatifully clear sea, she thought happily. Within an hour they would reach Estoril, quickly dump their bags at the rented villa, then rush down to the beach...
The warmth of the air, coupled with the sweet fragrance of sub-tropical flowers and trees, made her feel a lot happier. Impulsively, Caroline took Daphne's hand in hers and swung them lightly as they walked towards the passort and customs checkpoint. Daphne squeezed her fingers and gave her a happy smile.
"I was beginning to think you hated me!" she whispered. "What was it? Just a bad hangover?"
Caroline nodded, returning the pressure of Daphne's hand. They followed Bruno and Douglas into the customs hall and waited while the men cleared their luggage. Still holding hands, the girls looked into each other's eyes; exchanging glances of mutual admiration and affection...
In the airport lounge a Hertz man was waiting with the keys to their hired car, and after a few brief formalities Bruno was driwing the Sunbeam Raiper down the narrow, mosaic-paved streets of Lisbon. Caroline and Daphne sat in the back seat together, gazing out of the windows at the vista of new sights which swept quickly past.
Big, powerfully built fisherwomen, their loads of fish perfectly balanced on their heads, bustled along the pavements; the countless vendors of ties, carried on wooden bars across their stomachs; at regular intervals, bootblacks waited by their chairs; big purple and white parasols sheltered the traffic police from the glare of the huge white sun ...
Soon, they left the crowded streets of Lisbon far behind them, heading out into the countryside on the road to Estoril. "It's beautiful!" Daphne breathed. "Just as I've always imagined it!" She wasn't referring entirely to the Portugese landscape, however. Daphne was thinking rather of the lovely curves of Caroline's sweet body!
She openly admitted to herself that she had been completely captivated by the girl. As soon as her eyes had opened that morning a part of Daphne's mind had slipped into a dreamy, precoccupied reverie about Caroline's wonderful charms -and the intense pleasure which they had given to her the previous night.
She had been surprised to find not even the slightest trace of remorse or regret for her actions: the stupid and obscene names people used to describe what she and Caroline had experienced together no longer had any power to hurt her. Daphne felt marvellously free from regret and conscience.
It should be quite easy for them to get away from their husbands, especially since Bruno and Douglas would be working on the play. She rested her hand on Caroline's knee affectionately. Everything was working out so perfectly! she thought. Everything -except, perhaps, poor Bruno's career!
Daphne remembered their conversation, and the conspiracy against her husband which first Caroline and then Douglas had revealed to them. You couldn't really blame Douglas for cold-shouldering Bruno, she supposed. Not when so much was at stake for him. What was he really like, though? Daphne could see his eyes and nose reflected in the driving mirror. They were pale blue and rather weak-looking, she noticed. Not like Bruno at all not so immediately challenging and direct, at any rate.
She doubted if Douglas would be capable of standing up to the big television moguls the way that her husband did. Unless he possessed an inner strength of character which was not apparent the first time you met him. Maybe, she thought, he required some additional reason (besides a rather vaguely defined "loyalty") to stand by Bruno.
And Daphne wondered fleetingly if an affair with
Bruno's wife would help to ensure Douglas's allegiance ... She giggled to herself, finding it hard to suppress a loud peal of laughter at the idea. "You're turning into quite an amoral libertine, Mrs Swanson!" she reprimanded herself. "You'll be suggesting that we all get together and have a wonderful gang-bang in a minute!"
Her amusement vanished abruptly. Daphne felt sharp jolt of excitement at the pit of her stomach and she had a sudden vision of them all -the four of them in a tangle of wild, erotic positions ... Caroline and herself kissing and caressing, while Bruno and Douglas struggled to fuck them ...
She pressed her thighs together tightly. An uncanny suspicion that this fantastic notion might, just possibly, be a premonition of things to come stole over her. But no one else would ever agree to it, the rational side of her mind insisted. Caroline wouldn't... Bruno certainly wouldn't -out of pride, if nothing else.
And Douglas ... She stared at the back of the writer's neck. He was still rather an unknown quantity to her.
All at once, Daphne knew that she was seriously considering ways and means of bringing about such a foursome. She forced herself to look out of the window again and stare blankly at the sun-baked, parched fields. The white road cut a deep swathe through them, dividing the burnt grass and low-yielding crops like a straight and clean razor stroke across a stubbled cheek.
Daphne thought that if she did instigate such an orgy (this was nothing more than a time-consuming exercise, she told herself), if she did plan it, the person to start with would have to be Douglas. Idly, though secretly aware that her calculations were quite deliberate, she mused on the possibilities ...
Supposing Douglas "caught" Caroline and herself in a compromising situation? Would it really be so difficult to seduce him, getting Caroline so excited that she joined in?
Daphne mulled this over thoughtfully. It would mean running the risk of losing Caroline, she realised. On the other hand, though ... it might very well succeed in providing her with both a female and a male bed-partner at one and the same time!
Her speculation quickened, her eyes grew heated and the lids felt heavy and slumberous. That was quite a prospect! The next stage -persuading Bruno to join in -was rather more formidable, but that bridge could be crossed when she came to it...
Daphne licked her lips in a delicious anticipation. Apart from everything else, her little scheme might very well help Bruno's career. At the very least it would cement Douglas's loyalty to them. She could make quite sure that he had such a gorgeously sexy time with them that he'd hate to do anything that might disrupt their relationship.
The barren countryside was now giving way to the outskirts of Estoril -and the small casino on one of the hills surrounding the townlet had just come into view. Their villa was situated about 400 yards from it, further down the slope which overlooked the bay. Bruno shifted into third gear and the Sunbeam glided up the incline with little or no effort.
It was a two-bedroomed residence, with a sunny, spacious lounge, sun-bathing patio and a study where Bruno and Douglas intended to work. They had rented it from one of Bruno's actor friends who was at present making more money from hiring out his villa than from working. Evereything was in perfect order when they unlocked the door. A maid came in twice a day to clean and cook, and she had a meal ready for them directly they'd unpacked and changed.
After lunch, a filling and excellently prepared lobster dish with local vegetables, Caroline and Daphne changed into their swim suits and announced that they were going to the beach.
"Better throw a couple of wraps over your shouuders", Bruno warned. "The locals don't like bikini clad girls running around around -this isn't Cannes, you know*.
Daphne pouted at him. She thrust her breasts out deliberately and swayed her hips in an exaggerated but sexy imitation of a burlesque dancer.
"They'll have to get used to it!" she announced. "I came here to get a sun-tan and I don't intend to wear anything more than le minimum all day long -every day!" She tossed her head. "I might slip into something more decent in the evenings: If you really want me to, that is!"
Bruno stared at her, frowning a little. This wasn't like Daphne. She both looked and sounded very much out of character. True, she had an out-going personality, but he'd never heard her speaking like that in front of comparative strangers. Or parading her body so blatantly. He shrugged and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. Maybe it had something to do with the party, he thought. Perhaps she still felt high... Either that or ?he'd been at his benzedrine tablets.
She blew him a kiss, then turned and went out the door followed closely by Caroline. The girls were wearing practically identical bikinis: the colours were different, but the extreme brevity of the costumes was consistent.
They both revealed as much of the flesh they were intended to conceal as possible; cut away at the front to two tiny triangles of cloth -barely covering the abdomen.
And as he watched them walking away, he could see the cheeks of their bottoms spilling out from beneath the inadequate pants. The door slammed shut behind the girls and Bruno finished his coffee, then lit a cigarette.
"How long have you been married, Doug?" he asked suddenly. "A couple of years?"
"A bit more than that: seven, actually. Why do you ask?"
Bruno drew thoughtfully on his cigarette. "No particular reason", he said. "I was wondering just how well you knew your wife. Pretty well, I suppose, after all that time?"
Douglas nodded rather uncertainly. "I guess so ... Why -aren't you and Daphne all that close?"
"Not really". Bruno stood up and walked over to the window. He watched Daphne and Caroline as they picked their way carefully over the rough path to the beach. They were holding hands, moving down the stony track and clutching at each other to keep their balance. The sound of their giggling reached his ears and Bruno turned away, irritated and vaguely disturbed -though he couldn't understand why ...
"We used to be", he went on; crossing the room again and standing over Douglas. "She seems different lately I don't know..." He gave Douglas a searching look. "You've not noticed anything... anything a little odd about Daphne and Caroline, have you?"
Douglas stiffened visibly. "What do you mean?" he asked quickly. "Odd?"
Bruno studied him carefully. The question seemed to have upset Douglas quite considerably. "Go on", he urged. "Tell me what you meant by that remark"
"Never mind. Forget it" Bruno thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and moved away. "I'm still worried about that ending", he said, changing the subject. "I don't agree that it should be as inconclusive as you've written it. It doesn't necessarily have to be neat and tidy -or tragic. But lately all the plays on t.v. seem to have fizzled out, leaving everything up in the air. It's about time we returned to a more positive form of climax..."
Douglas was only half-listening. In any case, they's gone over this particular point before -and there would be a lot of arguments and discussions before they reached agreement. What had disturbed him was Bruno's remark about his wife: about Caroline and Daphne.
It hadn't escaped his notice that the two girls seemed to have got on very well together since the party. And he wondered vaguely if something wasn't going on between his wife and Daphne. But Caroline had sworn to him shortly after their marriage -that although she'd had lesbian experiences in the past, she was through with them now she'd met Douglas ...
He would have dismissed the slight suspicion at the back of his mind if it hadn't been for Bruno's hint that he, too, had discerned something "not quite right" about the girls' friendship.
Now the fear that Caroline might be slipping back into her old habits returned to haunt and worry Douglas. He began to find hints of an unnatural relationship in their every glance, their every exchange ... Through Bruno's conversation he superimposed the picture of the two girls walking hand-in-hand to the beach; wearing such scanty bathing suits, giggling together...
"You haven't listened to a bloody word!" Bruna cried suddenly. "Where are you? You look miles away!"
Douglas started, shaken out of his unpleasant inferences. "Sorry", he mumbled. "I -I was following what you said. You don't think the climax should be so inconclusive ...
"That was five minutes ago!" Buno stopped, searching Douglas's face to see if the man had taken his sly hint seriously. Then: "You're worried about them, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.
The writer saw immediately that Bruno understood the problem. A rapport was kindled instantly between the two men -they exchanged a long, slow look... and Douglas realised that Bruno had precisely the same doubts in his mind about Daphne as he had about Caroline. He nodded, his voice practically a whisper as he said: "Yes, I am ..."
Bruno sat on the edge of the table, staring down at him. "I thought so. I could tell by the way you kept watching them. What are you going to do about it?"
"We don't know for sure that they're actually..." His voice trailed away. Tight-lipped, Douglas went on: "It's a hell of a thing to suspect, isn't it? That your wife is a -a lesbian!"
"I guess it is". Bruno rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It wasn't until I sounded you out that I really thought it was possible. But it looks as if we've both arrived at the same conclusion. You remember, this morning, I went into the bedroom first?" Douglas nodded. "They were curled up in each other's arms, obviously naked. I went out of the room quickly, in case I embarrassed Daphne. After all, there wasn't anything so odd about that: they'd both had a hell of a lot to drink and they probably tumbled into bed -cuddling together without thinking .. "But before I left, I saw the look on Daphne's face", Bruno paused, staring at the wall behind Douglas as if seeing again the expression on his wife's lips; a dreamy, satisfied half-smile, the tip of her tongue gently protruding. It seemed to betray her, that manifestation of sensual satisfaction. It spoke of recently savoured delights, blissful euphoria...
"And there was something about the atmosphere of the room, something I can't put into words". He tapped his fingers on his crossed leg, drumming them at random on his thigh.
"Has Caroline ever had a homosexual affair?"
Douglas coloured. "Before we were married", he blurted out, as if afraid to hesitate in case his courage deserted him. "She admitted it to me -said she didn't want us to have any secrets ... But she's never repeated it, I'm sure of that". He looked at Bruno appealingly. "Are you sure we're not simply tensed up because of the play and seeing intrigues where there aren't any? Both of us have been living with it for the past week or so: maybe it's making us imagine things?"
"Yeah, maybe". Bruno seemed doubtful. "I'd still like to know what we ought to do about it if turns out we're right." He smiled suddenly. "Somehow, I don't feel as angry about it as I ought! It's not at all the same reaction I'd have if I thought Dahne was having it off with a wan!"
There was a short silence. "Are you going to ask her outright?" Douglas queried. "To see what her reaction
-?"
Bruno looked thoughtful, considering the suggestion riously. "I don't think so", he said at last. "It's probably best to let things ride at the moment. If they are having an affair, it'll most likely blow over in a few days: Daphne's not really that way inclined -I'm quite sure of that. And it's more probable that she's simply experimenting... I've been so wrapped up in my work lately that I haven't paid her very much attention. She may be bored, restless.
"Frankly, I don't think either of us can afford an emotional harangue right now. We need to focus all our energy on the play if we want to get it into shape. In any case, you may well be right: we're letting our imaginations run away with us."
Bruno swung himself down from the table. "I wouldn't mention any of this to Caroline", he warned. "Either way -right or wrong -it won't do any good to start ascusing her. Save your rhetoric for the script! We're going to need it!"
Douglas regarded him curiously. "You're a pretty callous bastard, aren't you?" he said wonderingly. There was no venom in his voice -just a kind of detached interest. "Your career, the play, your talent... you put that before everything, don't you? Even in front of your , personal life!"
"That's right". Bruno punched him lightly on the shoulder. "And you'd better learn to do the same, Douggieboy. If you want to get anywhere, that is. In this business a little thing like infidelity is strictly of secondary importance.
"Listen: we could spend the rest of this vacation either fighting and squabbling over a possibly non-existent lesbian relationship between our wives; or keep it to ourselves and brood so much that we can't write a damned thing!
"I don't intend to do either! Sure, well observe them
-see if they really are up to something together. But that's all I plan to do, see? Be a relatively disinterested voyeur!
"In case you've forgotten, I've got a hell of a lot wrapped up in this play: possibly my whole career. If we do a really great job on it and you finally decide that you owe me enough loyalty to insist that I direct it -".
Bruno paused, fixing Douglas with a steady, penetrating stare.
"I'm not having it all flucink-up by what you call my 'personal life'! You're damned right I'm not! And don't think you've made it yet, Doug, because you haven't! The synopsis is fine, the first half of the play is as good as we can get it: but you need that second act revised and re-written, boy! And you need me to help you do it don't forget that!"
He grinned at Douglas cheerfully, but Bruno's chest felt constricted, his nerves taut and his heart racing. There wasn't the slightest trace in his mind (after Douglas had told him that Caroline was no stranger to lesbianism) that she and Daphne were lovers. The fact knotted his stomach, screwed him up inside ...
"I wonder", Douglas was saying. "I wonder if there's anything, anything at all, which would make you put your career in second place".
Bruno turned away from him, reaching for his cigarettes. "I doubt it", he replied. "I doubt it very much..."
Daphne flung her towel down on the warm, soft sand and ran quickly into the sea. She splashed into the gentle waves until they lapped around her thighs, then dived headlong into them -striking out in a brisk crawl until she was several yards from the shore.
Caroline followed more slowly, wading into the azur waters and letting her hands trail in them. Her brieflyclad body, covered only by the abbreviated pants and low-slung bra of her bikini, looked white and beautiful against the shimmering, golden sands behind her. Daphne rolled over onto her back, floating easily on the calm translucent sea and watched as the girl drew nearer to her; Caroline's breasts now lolling gently under the lapping waves as she stood chest-deep in the sea.
"Come on!" she cried. "Swim out to me -it's a bit cooler the farther out you go!"
Caroline shook her head. "I can't swim!" she called back. "You go ahead: 1'll just splash around -I don't want to get out of my depth!"
Daphne's eyes gleamed as a rather amusing idea occurred to her. How nice it would be to teach Carolin, to swim, she thought. They could start with the breast stroke and gradually proceed to more advanced lessons! She began to propel herself to the girl's side, using a fast overarm action which brought her close to Caroline in a few moments.
She trod water, her feet just above the sandy bottom "It's about time you learned!" Daphne smiled. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself -not being able to swim at your age! Here -".
She reached out and took Caroline's hands, drawing the girl closer. "I'll give you a few elementary lessons..
The beach behind them was absolutely deserted. It curved out at this point to form a small bay; sheltering them from the public stretches which extended for a couple of miles on either side of their roped-off, private sands. Although they could hear the distant murmuring of voices, they were completely hidden from view at this juncture, as removed from inquisitive eyes as if the entire coastline was deserted.
Daphne felt Caroline's firm, buoyant breasts pressing against hers as she slid her hands under the girl's armpits and supported her. The rich curves were lifted by the waves, then dragged slightly downwards by the undertow; making them bobble rhythmically every few seconds. Under the water, Caroline's bare tummy moved wetly against Daphne's -the flesh seeming to be even softer beneath the liquid caress of the sea.
They remained for several moments in this position: their eyes communing silently, their bodies touching ... "Let's begin, shall we?" Daphne's question was understood by both girls to refer to more intimate matters than a swimming lesson, and Caroline lowered her eyes feeling suddenly shy and confused.
It was one thing to pet and caress with another girl when the lights were low and you were pretty high on whisky. Here, under the blazing sun, where it was impossible to avoid each other's eyes, she felt vaguely ashamed of her impulses. Her desire to touch and fondle Daphne's body was no less strong than it had been the previous night -Caroline didn't try to pretend that it wasn't. But she also knew that this time Daphne would have to be the aggressor. Daphne would have to take the initiative...
Luckily, it appeared that Bruno's wife had every intention of doing precisely that! She moved to Caroline's side, passing one hand around the girl's shoulders and letting the other slide down her back until the fingers rested beneath Caroline's thighs.
"Let yourself go", she encouraged. "Go on -he back in the water. I'll keep you afloat".
Slowly, Caroline obeyed her. She lifted her feet from the sea-bottom and the buoyancy of the water, together with Daphne's supporting hands, made her rest easily on the surface: the waves running deliciously over her floating body.
"Chin up!" Daphne ordered. She could feel the extreme softness of Caroline's under-thigh against her fingers; the flesh rippling and sleek beneath her hand. The girl's round and smooth shoulder fitted sweetly into her other hand, Daphne's fingers curling firmly around the voluptuous shape.
"Now don't panic!" she warned Caroline. "I'm going to let your head go. There! All right?"
Caroline nodded, trying to play the part of a nonswimmer though she guessed that she could probably outdistance Daphne if they had a race! Her pretence that she couldn't swim had been a spur-of-the-moment subterfuge -a brilliant inspiration! Caroline had felt that there ought to be some kind of pretext for their lovemaking -and what could be better than a swimming lesson? It would also encourage Daphne to be the more dominant partner; and Caroline considered that, after last night, it was time that she enjoyed the passive role!
She allowed herself to relax on the water, feeling Daphne's hand move from her thighs to her bottom. The woman's fingers came to rest under the cheeks, pushing upwards into the thin, much too small panties which were pasted to her buttocks by the undulating sea.
Caroline felt them pressing firmly and rudely into her arse; the tips of Dahpne's fingers sticking boldly right into the crease itself. She closed her eyes against the fierce glare of the sun, letting herself submit entirely to Daphne's hands -dreamily content to be touched and fondled in any fashion which the woman might wish...
Daphne cupped the soft, yielding globe of the girl's bottom, raising it firmly until Caroline's belly and crotch were lifted right out of the water. Then she studied the exciting view with burning eyes, leaning slightly over the girl and peering down at Caroline's scantily-covered sex.
The lower half of the bikini, now that it had become thoroughly wettened by the sea, adhered like a second skin to the girl's pubic mound. The hard, thrusting curve was beautifully displayed for her: and just below the mons veneris. Daphne could see quite clearly the long, deep line of Caroline's cunt -the sexy lips easily discernible beneath the clinging wetness of the girl's pale blue swimsuit.
She ran her eyes slowly upwards, over Caroline's belly, admiring the flat whiteness of her abdomen, the tiny crevice of her navel... the thrilling curve of the girl's hips. Daphne began to fondle the wet cheeks of Caroline's arse as she let her eyes travel to the overflowing orbs of the girl's bosom.
Caroline's breasts were only just contained by the tightfitting bra cups. They jutted proudly through the thinness of the material, the nipples already stiff from their contact with the salt sea.
Rubbing Caroline's buttocks in a firm, unhurried caress, Daphne began to imagine that the girl's arsecheeks and her breasts were interchangeable: they lacked only the hard red nipples to be indistinguishable from Caroline's titties, she thought -clasping the soft, full dumplings between her fingers, stroking and cuddling them in turn.
Then Daphne thought how beautiful it would be to fondle Caroline's quim beneath the water. She could hold the girl's breasts at the same time -and also admire with her eyes the round globes of her bottom. Perhaps even slip the pants into the divide between the cheeks and see them even more fully ...
The idea made her feel breathless and excited. She squeezed her thighs tightly together to relieve the itchy tension which was welling up in her cunt, tensing and untensing the muscles so that the lips of her sex were rubbed firmly and satisfyingly into each other.
"Turn over, darling", Daphne whispered. "Let's see if you can keep afloat the other way round".
Caroline obediently did as she was told, threshing a little to keep up the pretence that she couldn't swim. Daphne swiftly transferred her hands to a new position; one moving beneath Caroline's breasts and holding the girl afloat by cupping the titty nearest to her -the other sliding under the girl's crotch.
She could feel the rising curve of Caroline's quim resting snugly on her fingers. The sweet little mound pressed sexily into her hand, seeming to quiver preciously beneath the tightness of the girl's bikini pants.
Daphne rubbed her hand backwards and forwards, sliding her fingers in a firm, exploring caress over Caroline's deliciously wet cunt. At the same time, her breastholding hand started to massage the fulsome globe: squeezing gently but persistently at the extremely soft and supple orb which hung below the water.
Caroline's bottom was sticking out of the waves, only an occasional rush of the sea splashing saltily over the twin hemispheres. Daphne stared down at them, at the portions of bum-flesh which protruded from the tight blue casing.
At least three inches of the generously plump cheeks were thrusting nakedly out of Caroline's pants. The wOman stared hotly at the sharp, cutting line of the bikini as it scored into the softness of the girl's bottom. Her eyes showed concern; pity for the poor, delicate flesh which was constrained so tightly by the swimsuit. Quickly, she lifted her hand from Caroline's crotch to the girl's bottom again -tugged the sides of the bikini right into the arsecrease so that the cheeks were completely revealed -then slipped her fingers back into position: fondling leisurely across Caroline's bulgy quim.
The magnificent orbs of Caroline's arse jutted proudly now. Twin white balloons of round, sexy flesh, they looked resplendent and daringly naked.
Daphne murmured: "You might as well get a suntan on your bottom, darling! Now -". (While she spoke, her hands were busily fondling Caroline's breasts and cunt; squeezing and playing lasciviously with the girl's charms). "-see if you can float all by yourself. Don't worry, I'll catch you if you start to sink! My hands will only be a little way from you!"
Caroline put her arms out tentatively, feeling Daphne's fingers slip more intimately against her quim (now only concealed by an inch-thick strip of cotton panties). The girl wriggled her legs, deliberately striking out away from Daphne. She swam a few feet then went under... gurgling and spluttering.
Instantly, Daphne was at her side, dragging the squirming girl to the surface again -her hands groping for Caroline's arms, sliding and slithering over her breasts and touching, momentarily, the stiff ripeness of the girl's nipples.
"Whew!" Caroline gasped when her head was above water. "I feel as if I've swallowed half the ocean!" She stood very close to Daphne, breathing heavity. The woman ran her hands slowly down Caroline's back until they encompassed the nude orbs of the girl's bottom. In the cool silkiness of the sea the globes felt even softer and sexier than usual... and Daphne rubbed them with lingering strokes of her fingers.
Caroline became suddenly impatient with her game. She had also realised that if Daphne found out that she had been fooling her, the woman might well decide to chastise her ... Perhaps spank her bottom rather sexily!
Breaking into a peal of laughter she broke free of Daphne's embrace and swam with a fast, smooth butterfly stroke out to sea.
"Hey!" Daphne's mouth opened in surprise. She watched the fast-retreating figure of Caroline's body with amazement, her features finally settling into an amused and delighted expression as the girl's clever hoax sank home.
Then, a determined smile on her lips, Daphne launched herself in hot pursuit of Caroline. She couldn't be sure, finally, whether Caroline allowed her to catch up or not ... But Daphne was soon abreast of the girl -and swung her arm tightly around her shoulder, ducking her mercilessly.
"You sly bitch!" Daphne exclaimed when Caroline's face emerged from the waves. "I ought to And then she disappeared beneath the water as Caroline dragged her down, holding her tightly around the waist. Clawing and fighting, the girls fought their way to the surface again -Caroline triumphantly waving Daphne's briefs in her hand!
Before the woman could clutch at her, the girl struck out for the shore, holding Daphne's bikini between her teeth. They began to race for the beach in earnest now, Daphne determined to catch Caroline before she gained the safety of dry land -with her scanty prize!
But with powerful strokes, Caroline reached the shallows long before Daphne could close the distance between them and she splashed up the beach with the woman still several feet behind her. Making a final, desperate attempt, Daphne flung herself forward -groping for the girl's ankles.
She tugged them violently -and Caroline went sprawling into the sand, throwing her arms out wildly and releasing her hold on Daphne's bikini.
Swiftly, Daphne spreadeagled herself on top of the girl: seizing Caroline's shoulders and jamming her body as tightly as possible into the panting, gasping half-naked flesh.
Giggling, Caroline heaved herself upwards -and the two girls rolled over and over on the soft, golden sand, clutching at each other, the burnished grains sticking to their wet bodies.
Although their wrestling was only half serious, both Daphne and Caroline were determined to gain the upper hand. They squirmed and wriggled, their bare legs flashing, their arms whirling ... Daphne's naked bottom coated with particles of sand.
It was probably due to Caroline's amusement that Daphne finally got the girl pinned down. She was laughing helplessly despite her attempts to fight the woman off -and Daphne managed to sit on her chest, squashing her knees firmly on Caroline's wrists so that the girl was helpless.
And since Daphne was now completely naked apart from her bra, this meant that she was giving Caroline a magnificent view of her sex: the lips were stretched open by the wide splay of her thighs, and the long pink pash was only a matter of centimetres from the girl's face.
"There, you beast!" Daphne gasped. "111 teach you to fool me and then rip my pants off!"
She started to jig up and down on Caroline's chest, knocking what little breath the girl had left out of her body. At the same time, Daphne (since her hands were free) slipped her fingers into the cups of Caroline's bra and deliberately began to fondle the girl's breasts; pinching and kneading them ruthlessly.
"Ouch!" Caroline panted. "Oof!! I can't breathe, darling -woof!" (Daphne plumped down on her with even greater force and also found her nipples: beginning to tweak them in an incessant pinching between her thumbs and forefingers.)
When Daphne tired of this sport, she climbed slowly off Caroline's exhausted body and then rolled the helpless girl over onto her back. Sprawling alongside her, the woman held Caroline down with one hand while the other started to spank firmly and passionately onto the girl's arse-cheeks.
The globes were already bared -the abbreviated panties now practically non-existent, thanks to Daphne's previous disarrangement of them -and she slapped them soundly: first one cheek, then the other receiving the full force of her hand.
When Caroline had regained her breath she began to drum her legs impotently on the sand.
"Ow!" she cried -again and again. "Ow, that stings, Daphne! Oooh! My poor bottom! Darling, that one hurt!"
In actual fact, Daphne wasn't really hurting her at all. Caroline felt positively pleased each time the woman's hand descended on her buttocks -it made the cheeks tingle deliciously and the situation was quite a novelty for the girl. She had never before been spanked with strong overtones of sexuality in the punishment; the idea that she, a fully-grown girl, was being treated like a naughty child both intrigued and excited her.
But to add a touch of extra piquancy to the situation, she decided to act as if the slaps were really causing her pain. She wriggled her bottom, wishing that she could see the sexy writhing -knowing that the cheeks were fully nude and wobbling very provocatively.
Daphne's hand, pressing steadily into the small of her back, forced her lightly-clad breasts into the hot sand: making them feel extra-specially desirable. Caroline twisted her shoulders, rubbing them as deeply as possible into the warm, moist ground. And felt her desire sharpen -growing keener as Daphne continued with her steady, unhurried spanking ...
Soon, Daphne was so excited by the reddened white flesh of Caroline's arse that she quickly tugged the panties right off the girl's hips. Caroline made no protest as she drew them swiftly down her thighs and left her in as naked a state as Daphne herself.
And when Daphne resumed her spanking, the girl allowed her thighs to slip open -encouraging the woman to slap her in a rather more intimate zone of her body.
Peering down between Caroline's parted legs, Daphne could plainly see the mound of the girl's sex; the tufts of curly blonde hair betraying the entrance to her beautifully long and deep slit.
She put one hand on the cheek nearest to her, then prised the globe open -watching breathlessly as Caroline's tightly-closed anus was peeled slowly into view. Daphne twisted her head slightly, and was able to see the pink opening of the girl's quim: a subtle, mysterious cleft which grew wider and wider as she forced Caroline's arse to yeild up all its secrets.
Finally, the whole of the precious wound was visible to her. Daphne licked her lips in anticipation as she studied the beautiful cunt in the dazzling light of day.
A few grains of impertinent sand were adhering to the darling hole; around the puffy outer lips and even on the vulva itself. The pearly orifice gave a most interesting and pleasant aroma -a salty, spicy, briny smell which Daphne (putting her nostrils as close as possible to the faintly pulsing cunt) inhaled deeply, savouring the intimate pungency.
She put out her finger and ran it as slowly as possibly from the base to the apex of Caroline's quim, watching its progress avidly. The digit sank greedily into the giving liquidity of the girl's slit, dipping as far as the first joint.
Daphne brought it up out of the hole and let it wander idly into Caroline's pulled-open arse. The finger traced a loving path over the hot, intimate crease; pausing at the entrance to the girl's shit-hole and worming tightly around in a tantalising attempt to penetrate the tiny orifice.
Her mouth watering, Daphne repeated the movement. And again... and once more! Until Caroline was squirming and wriggling in genuine torment -aching to be penetrated by the woman's constantly roaming finger.
Since Daphne was now crouching alongside Caroline, with her bottom facing the girl, Caroline was able by turning her arm carefully around -to touch her arse and give Daphne the same, tormenting treatment.
She was spared the task of opening die woman's buttocks, however, because Daphne's bottom was already well-splayed -thanks to her stooping position the cheeks of her arse were forced open of their own accord.
Caroline now explored the tempting opening which lay snuggled between Daphne's fine, firm hemispheres. She extended her forefinger and pushed it with great deliberation against the dark crevice, slowly easing it right into the woman's anus.
Daphne arched her back and thrust her buttocks more urgently against Caroline's hand, thus making the girl's finger sink more quickly into her arsehole. Although this wasn't at all what Caroline had in mind, she nevertheless found the steamy tightness of Daphne's rear cavity too intriguing and exciting to be abandoned.
And so... stiffening her finger as rigidly as she could ... Caroline allowed the woman to back herself onto the digit -wiggling her haunches from side to side to make it penetrate her as quickly as possible.
Then, as if rewarding Caroline for fingering her anus so cleverly, Daphne at last permitted her own finger to thrust its way deeply into the heart of her lover's arse.
Caroline expelled a loud, long sigh of relief. And, watching their actions most closely, the girls began to frig each other very leisurely and deeply; their respective fingers sinking to the hilt in one another's bottoms... turning around for perhaps four or five revolutions... then just as slowly and beautifully with-drawing.
Voluptuous and pleasing though this mutual caressing was, Daphne soon began to desire Caroline in a more intimate fashion. After all, she reminded herself, you did intend to be the seducer this time! And it would be so sweet to put your lips where your fingers are -on Caroline's very damp, very sexy bum!
The gritty sand would have to be washed away first, though. Daphne stroked down the girl's spine, enjoying the feel of her fine, sleek young flesh.
"Darling", she said softly. "Let's go down to the water's edge. I want to give your bottom and quim a nice rinsing. They're all sandy, you know!"
Caroline pulled her finger gradually out of Daphne's arse. The slender digit seemed to stick halfway, as if loathe to leave the hot, exciting hole, and she had to give it a firm tug to release it from the woman's tight back passage.
Daphne followed suit, feeling a spasm of sheer pleasure flow through her body as she watched the pink skinned anus clinging to her withdrawing finger.
Then she helped Caroline to her feet and, together, the girls walked the half dozen paces to the sea. "Sit down, darling", Daphne whispered. "I'll wash all that nasty sand away for you!*
Caroline got into the water, lowering herself until the white-flecked foam was splashing gently over her tummy. She opened her thighs, supporting her body with her hands on the shifting sand some two feet below the surface. Daphne knelt by her side, dipped her hand in the sea and carefully began to rinse the gritty particles away from Caroline's genitals.
She stroked gently and painstakingly, making a cup of her hand and splashing the salt water thoroughly into the girl's sex and arse; until she was sure that every speck of sand had been washed away.
Then Daphne quickly gave her own quim and bottom the same treatment -crouching down in the sea and letting the tide lap cleansingly into her crotch, helping it to flush her cunt free of sand by a careful fondling around the area with her fingers.
"Shall we take our bras off?" she suggested. "My breasts feel rather gritty and I'm sure yours are the same!"
Instead of answering, Caroline turned around, still half-lying in the sea, and offered her back to Daphne. The woman quickly undipped the brief bikini top and ran her hands possessively over Caroline's naked breasts -passing her arms around the girl's shoulders.
Caroline darted forward like a slippery fish, pulling Daphne off balance and dragging the woman into the sea with her -Daphne still clutching at the girl's breasts. Caroline's bikini fell unheeded into the water, bobbing on the waves like a pair of deflated balloons.
The weight of Daphne's body on top of hers made Caroline flounder beneath the sea, and they both went spluttering beneath the surface again -giggling and clutching at each other.
When their heads broke through once more, Caroline's hands were fumbling at the clasp of Daphne's cotton bra, struggling to unfasten the woman's only covering. In a matter of seconds the garment was floating away and Daphne was as totally naked as Caroline; hugging the girl's body against hers, their wet, slippery flesh rubbing intimately ...
Breathless, the girls ran back up the gentle slope of the beach and fell onto the large bath towel which had been spread out in the shade of an overhanging rock.
They sprawled on the brigthly coloured towel, lying on their backs, drops of water forming rivulets which trickled down the slopes and curves of their nude bodies. When she had regained her breath, Daphne turned her head to look at Caroline. She could feel the warmth of the girl's flesh against her own: Caroline's damp, cool thigh pressing into hers... her large breasts rising and falling heavily.
"Let me kiss you darling -while you're still wet from the sea!"
Caroline smiled dreamily, her head moving in an almost invisible nod. She pursed her full, ripe hps and her eyelids closed sweetly.
Daphne, her heart pounding, rolled over on top of the girl, molding her thighs against Caroline's, letting her breasts fit snugly into the bigger globes -feeling their cold, erect nipples meeting in an intimate kiss. Their hard crotches pressed tightly together, Daphne's blonde hairs merging wispily with Caroline's darker pubic patch.
Daphne cupped the girl's face in her hands, studying the relaxed, beautiful features intently. Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch from Caroline's.
"That wasn't quite what I had in mind, darling", she whispered, her lips brushing sexily against the girl's. "But I suppose we could start with an ordinary kiss!"
And she brought her mouth firmly onto Caroline's, feeling the precious softness open under the pressure of her kiss and the girl's tongue quivering against her own. She kept her hands on Caroline's face, caressing the soft cheeks and rubbing the tips of her fingers beneath the girl's ear lobes. Caroline moaned sweetly into her open mouth, her lower lip trembling suddenly as the woman's gentle caress made her feel weak and helpless ...
Daphne writhed her body slowly, making her breasts and crotch rub with an unmistakeable sexual rhythm against Caroline's. She wanted to do so much to the sweetness of Caroline's body! She wanted to stroke the curves gently, pluck at the girl's thick red nipples, bring Caroline to an intense, abandoned climax.
But above all, she wanted to fasten her mouth to Caroline's quim and suck at the fleshy lips. Put her tongue deep into the heart of the girl's creamy sex and taste the forbidden juices ...
The image was suddenly too voluptuous for Daphne to bear. She wriggled her body down Caroline's, breaking their kiss, and slied her hands over the girl's breasts giving them a firm but hurried squeeze -letting her fingers come to rest on the upper slopes of Caroline's thighs.
She urged them apart, fitting herself between the soft white pillars and staring at the slowly revealed opening of Caroline's quim.
The lips were drawn aside as the girl's legs gradually yielded up their secret -and Daphne, lying on her side, lifted Caroline's right thigh over her shoulder and supported it, causing the red slit of her sex to widen in a wanton, lewd display of the girl's most intimate region.
The raw wound looked so terribly vulnerable, Daphne thought. So tender, so very, very defenceless. She slid her hand up the inside of Caroline's left thigh, her thumb rubbing the soft inner flesh only a few inches from the complexity of the girl's slit.
Around the yawning cunt the hairs had been pasted to Caroline's crotch by their immersion in the sea. Daphne slipped her fingers around the beautifully sleek thigh and began to smooth them -stroking all around the deep cut without actually touching it. She petted the mons veneris, felt the hard curve pulsing under her fingers. She rubbed along the twin creases on either side of Caroline's quim -those deep, velvety folds which formed an exciting frame to the female sex.
And finally Daphne pinched up a piece of the rubbery cunt-lip and lifted it carefully to one side: making the girl's pussy gape open more blatantly.
Then she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue
... and pressed them lovingly into the soft redness of Caroline's quim -kissing the very center of the hole, her nose rubbing sexily against the girl's stiff, pert clitty.
She felt Caroline's thighs tensing momentarily. But as she soothed the precious honeypot with her mouth, moving her lips from side to side and pushing them right into the outer lips, Carline relaxed again; her body suffering gladly this intrusion into her most private parts as Daphne brought her slowly to a delicious excitement.
Tentatively, Daphne let her tongue steal out of her muth, easing it gently into Caroline's vulva. The slot tasted tangy and pungent: the rich odours of the girl's cunt mingling with the salt water to form a cocktail of heady, intoxicating liquor.
She extended it further -making the red, live, wiggling tongue thrust deeply into Caroline's quim until the lips quivered and pulsed around it, seeming to trap the trespasser and suck it between the honey walls.
Daphne revolved her tongue slowly: first clockwise, then anti-clockwise; making sure that it lapped every inch of Caroline's beautifully tight and hot cunt.
The girl began to urge her loins up and down, working her crotch in an ever more frantic motion against Daphne's mouth. Seizing the opportunity, Daphne passed her hand up under Caroline's raised haunches and cupped one of the girl's luscious arse-cheeks.
She kneaded and fondled the fleshy orb, pushing her forefinger into the perspiring crease and finding it very easy to penetrate the elastic-sided hole. Her finger sank deeply to its hilt inside Caroline's anus, die first joint wiggling frantically as she scratched insistently and temptingly at the rich, fruity inner meat of the girl's arsehole.
A few minutes of this prolonged, intensive treatment -and Caroline was rolling her head from side to side on the towel, clenching and unclenching her hands, wriggling her inflamed, tormented sex more and more wildly against Daphne's sucking lips.
Then she stopped, remaining absolutely still. Daphne felt the girl's cunt throb urgently -the only part of her body which was in motion -and suddenly gush forth a thick, sticky jet of spunk which filled her mouth.
The fishy liquid ran down her throat, Daphne swallowing again and again as Caroline's buttocks shook violently and the girl creamed her orgasm into the woman's waiting lips.
The spasm seemed to go on and on ... Daphne keeping her mouth grimly in position in order to receive every drop of Caroline's tribute.
It wasn't until the girl had at last shuddered to the end of her climax that Daphne realised her face was shielded from the sun by what appeared to be a large black cloud. And then she glanced up, her eyes widening in shock as she saw that it wasn't a cloud at all which was keeping the sun out of her eyes...
A young boy, perhaps 15 or 16 years old, wearing a small, tight-fitting pair of swimming trunks which did nothing to disguise the thick bulge of his prick, stood staring down at them from the rock.
He was very tanned, with curly black hair and an insolent smile on his lips. The distance between them was about six feet only -but he showed no sign of taking fright when Daphne scrambled up and stood on the sand, her mouth open, her body trembling.
He grinned down at her, then stepped right to the edge of the rock and jumped: landing with an easy grace right in front of the startled woman.
Daphne stared at him, unable to speak, wondering how she should handle the situation. Caroline's eyes were still closed blissfully and she didn't appear to have noticed the intruder. The boy's white teeth flashed pleasantly, his eyes travelling frankly and openly over Daphne's naked body. He extended a hand in greeting:
"I'm Pedro!" he announced. "You very beautiful woman! Her too!" He nodded towards Caroline. "I see you have lot of fun together, yes?"
Daphne swallowed. Her hand had gone quickly to her crotch, concealing her sex as much as possible, and her other arm was thrown protectively across her breasts. But she still felt extremely vulnerable before the unashamed appraisal of the Portugese boy. She wondered how much he'd seen of their love-making, then realised -from the stiffness of his very erect penis -that he must have been watching them for quite some time ...
He noticed her eyes flickering towards his genitals and rubbed himself proudly.
"Very big, yes?" he exclaimed, nodding his head up and down. "You like?"
Daphne wished the ground would open and swallow up either him, Caroline and herself -or all of them at once. She dreaded the moment when Caroline would be roused from her doze by their voices.
It might ruin everything for her: just when she and Caroline were becoming so close and when she might scon be able to hint to the girl that they extend their intimacy to include Douglas ...
Pedro took a step towards her. Daphne started to back away from him, then held her ground. A fragment of an idea had occurred to the woman. Supposing, just sup posing, Caroline were to wake up and find ...
She trembled at the boldness of her fantasy. No, Caroline would never... But why not? she insisted. Daphne let her eyes wander to the boy's penis again. It certainly looked promising enough, she thought. Even with the trunks covering it she could see the slight pulsing of his cock -pointing upwards towards his belly, held in tight check by the brief swimsuit.
"You like?" Pedro repeated. He was still grinning at her as if he were offering the woman a holiday souvenir rather than making her a sexual proposition.
Daphne hesitated. Then made up her mind.
CHAPTER FOUR
He spoke very little English, Daphne discovered, beyond the polite forms of address and a few other rudimentary phrases. She took his hand, putting her other fingers to her lips -warning him silently not to disturb the sleeping girl.
Gently, she drew him nearer until the boy's body was almost touching hers. Then Daphne put his hand on her hip and began to press his fingers into the fullness of her flesh.
Pedro rubbed the curvy skin, Daphne's hand still holding his, letting the woman guide his fingers up and down the sensuous skin. She swayed her body slightly feeling the hard length of his maleness brush into her crotch.
"You like that?" Daphne whispered. Pedro nodded eagerly. She was slightly taller than the boy, and as Daphne sidled herself sexily against him, Pedro's prick fitted perfectly between her thighs: the pointed tip coursing upwards into her naked bush.
Slowly, Daphne released his hand, giving the boy freedom to move it wherever he liked. She put her arms around him, pressing her fingers into the smooth brown back and drawing him into a tight embrace.
Immediately, Pedro nestled his head on the woman's shoulders and placed both hands on the cheeks of her bottom. She felt his fingers beginning to massage her rubbing and fondling at the generous flesh of her buttocks; opening and closing the globes, lifting them cheekily -a strong sexual excitement awakening in her as the young boy caressed her so intimately.
She stroked his back, running her fingers firmly over his taut skin. He was quite a well-built youth -apart from the obvious prominence of his prick. His shoulders were muscular and hard-fleshed; his back straight and powerful.
Daphne wondered if she was the first woman he had been with: then realised that he was fondling her much too expertly to be a beginner! His hands were now opening her buttocks as wide as possible, giving his fingers access to the cleft between the cheeks. But he was making no attempt to caress the anus itself. Instead, the boy was deliberately teasing her -rubbing his fingers as near as possible to the ripe orifice without actually touching it!
She raised her eyebrows at his impudence, then, feeling her cunt growing moist and hot, Daphne wriggled her hips in an up-and-down motion, pressing her sex against his prick with cat-like insistence.
It seemed to grow even larger under this stimulation; sticking fiercely into the softness of her quim and pulsating with a life of its own. Daphne carefully opened her thighs, making the boyish rod dig more securely into the lips of her crack. Pedro kissed her shoulder by way of reply, his hot mouth nibbling right along the soft curve until it reached Daphne's neck ...
Then he began to suck, his pouting lips drawing on her skin until Daphne felt faint with a desire to have his cock inside her -riding and fucking her, rubbing against the hard button of her clitoris ...
She remembered Caroline just in time! With a great herself; not moving away from the boy's embrace, but keeping her mind firmly fixed on the plan she had formulated to bring Caroline into their game.
She put her mouth close to Pedro's ear. "Wouldn't you like to play with my friend?" she murmured. "I'm sure she'd enjoy it! And I will help you ...!"
Pedro raised his face, frowning. He shrugged his shoulders. "Not understand!" he told her. "Sorry, not understand!"
Daphne wished that she wasn't blushing so furiously. She forced herself to keep looking at the boy, meeting his frank eyes with difficulty. He was so damned self-possessed! She took a deep breath and, for better or worse, took the plunge.
"Come", she whispered urgently. "I'll show you..."
As quietly as possible, Daphne indicated to Pedro what she wanted him to do. Enlightenment dawned and the boy nodded his head vigorously.
"Yes, yes!" he repeated softly, the broad smile once more spreading over his face. "I understand -I understand now!"
He went down on his haunches at Caroline's side, crouching over the sleeping girl with his hands poised over her nude and beautiful breasts. Daphne held up a warning finger. Pedro waited, his dark brown eyes gleaming.
Silently, Daphne lifted the edge of the brightly coloured bath towel and draped it gently over Caroline's eyes. The cloth was thick enough to effectively obscure her vision and Daphne knew that the girl was unable to see more than blurred and indistinct outlines through it.
She motioned to Pedro again -and the boy lowered his hands lustfully onto Caroline's breasts, watching intently as his fingers kneaded the soft, doughy globes. Daphne stared too, her eyes growing heated and excited as she saw her girl-friend's big titties pressed and turned into a variety of interesting shapes.
Caroline stirred, her shoulders moving and her legs twitching slightly as she came awake under the caress. "Mmm", she sighed. "That's nice, darling. That feels wonderful!"
Daphne smiled to herself. Then put her hand out quickly to stop the girl from lifting the towel away from her eyes.
"No, keep it there, darling", she urged. "It'll keep the sun off and make it more mysterious". She put her mouth against Caroline's ear, once more stretching out alongside the girl -careful to keep her hands from touching her!
"Do you like what I'm doing to you, precious?" (Watching as Pedro rolled Caroline's nipples between his fingers, tugging the ripe, red cherries upwards and twisting them firmly).
"Mmmm! Oh yes, I do!" Caroline murmured. "Ooh a bit harder, if you don't mind, Daphne! I like my nips to be pinched very hard!"
Stealthily, the woman put her fingers on top of the boy's and squeezed them tightly together around Caroline's nipples. "Like that, darling?" she queried.
"That's wonderful". The girl's voice was low and throaty. She began to rub her thighs, pressing them as closely as possible, and Daphne lifted her knee between Caroline's legs -urging them apart -and then worked it slowly but firmly into the girl's itchy quim. Up and down, between Caroline's thighs, pushing meaningfully against the moist opening of her sex.
Caroline put her hand on Daphne's breasts and started to fondle the swollen globe, drawing it from side to side and slipping her fingers around the nipple.
"Is that nice, baby?'' she whispered in a demure, serious voice. "Do you like me to pull your nipples, too?"
Daphne kissed the lobe of her ear. "It's beautiful", she murmured. Her fingers were still on top of Pedro's, still helping the boy to "milk" Caroline's teats. She felt immensely daring to have conceived such a startling plan: it really was quite a sensational thing to do, she reflected. And the uncertainty of Caroline's reaction when the girl finally realised that a stranger's fingers had been pulling at her nipples added to Daphne's excitement. It provided a fillip, an extra dimension of furtive pleasure to her already intense desire.
"Your mouth felt so wonderful on my quim", Caroline was breathing. "I enjoyed it so much, my darling. Did I give you the same feeling last night -the same pleasure?"
Daphne blushed, though she was pretty certain that Pedro couldn't follow the girl's conversation. And even if he could...
All the same, she replied as quietly as possible, speaking right into Caroline's ear: "Yes, yes you did, angel -I'd never felt so worked up in all my life!"
"Touch my dicky again", Caroline pleaded. "Put your finger right in, Daphne -as far as you can! I feel so funny ... so excited ...!"
Without thinking, Daphne released Pedro's fingers and, moving her knee out of the way, started to fondle her index finger between the plump folds of Caroline's cunt. Nothing happened until she had actually inserted the finger and was frigging it gently in and out of the tight slot. Then:
"Oh, my God! What's happening!"
Caroline sat bolt upright, the towel falling from her eyes. She blinked her eyes rapidly, unable to believe that they weren't showing her a scene out of her imagination. It couldn't be! she thought wildly. It couldn't be! Daphne wouldn't But, obviously, Daphne had! Caroline felt dizzy, a dry nausea making her head spin and ache. "Why?" she asked Daphne in a dazed voice. "Oh, Daphne -why?"
"Ssh, ssh!" Daphne soothed. "Please don't be upset, darling! Everything's all right -Pedro here is a friend of mine -".
Caroline wanted to cry, but she felt stunned into complete silence by the enormity of what Daphne had done to her. She stared at the boy, who grinned down at her cheerfully, not the slightest hint of embarrassment on his face.
"Let him go on touching you", Daphne urged her softly. "Just as an experiment, darling! Relax and enjoy yourself -it won't hurt you, you know!"
The woman's words seemed to galvanise Caroline into sudden action. Thrusting Daphne away from her with both hands, the girl sprang to her feet and snatched up the towel -wrapping it quickly around her body and moving away from the couple.
"Oh, don't be silly -" Daphne started to say. But Caroline had started to clamber up the stony path, picking her way as rapidly as she could between the loose rocks. "Hey -come back here!" Terrified in case the girl burst into the villa and blurted out to Bruno and Douglas what she had attempted to do, Daphne jumped to her feet and scrambled after her.
Unencumbered by the towel which Caroline was trying to keep around her. Daphne soon drew level with the girl and grabbed her around the waist from behind.
"Come on, darling, let's talk this over like sensible people -we're not children..."
"No -but he is!" Caroline shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Pedro. The boy still sat on the sand, watching with interest as the two girls struggled.
They were only a few feet up the slope and, as Daphne tugged at Caroline's waist, the both lost their balance and half-fell, half-stumbled back onto the sand.
His bright eyes dancing with delight, Pedro clapped his hands gleefully as the naked girls (Caroline's towel having slipped from her body during her tussle with Daphne) rolled over and over on the sand. He waited until Daphne had the upper hand, then sprang forward helping the woman to pin the frantically seething girl to the ground.
Daphne was again sprawled on top of Caroline, her bare body prostrate across the girl's at an angle: making them form an X-shape on the sand. Pedro sat firmly on one of Caroline's wrists, reaching across the girl's face to pinion her other arm.
Before she could renew her struggles, Dahpne forced her hand between Caroline's thighs and began to push her forefinger back into the girl's cunt -despite her strenuous efforts to prevent the insertion.
"This is what you asked me to do!" Daphne panted. "Isn't it! There now!" Her finger had slipped into the still-sticky orifice and was grinding firmly inside Caroline's quim. "You may as well relax, darling", she told the girl. "Because sooner or later we're going to give you a lot more of this -no matter how you struggle!"
Caroline stared up at her, the girl's brown eyes wide with fright and fear. Fright at what was being done to her at the moment -and fear as she began to imagine the lengths to which Daphne intended to go ...
She turned her gaze to the boy. He nodded at her, his handsome young face beaming with pleasure. What had Daphne done to make him so eager to rape her, Caroline wondered. How had she managed to seduce the innocent boy -who was really no more than a child?
Or was he? Caroline found her eyes moving down to Pedro's swim trunks, wandering quickly over the ripe bulge of the boy's penis. She forced her eyes away, ashamed of herself for admiring, even for the briefest moment, the rather large and unmistakeably erect prick.
And he had played with her breasts, squeezed her nipples while Daphne pretended that she was caressing them! Caroline gasped and sucked in her lower lip as she also remembered what she had said to Daphne ...!! She had made it quite clear to the youth that they were lesbians ...
He reached out and touched the side of her face with gentle fingers.
"All a game, yes?" he smiled. "We have lotsa fun three of us, eh?"
Caroline blushed. Her quim was being quite violently frigged by Daphne -and here was this very young boy calmly telling her that he expected them to participate in a three-way orgy!
Yet now that her initial shock had passed, Caroline found that a part of her mind was reacting with pleasure to the situation. Angrily, the girl tried to suppress it. It was intolerable -a blatant invasion of her privacy! If Daphne had first suggested to her that they do such a thing ... well, she had to admit that she would have refused, but at least And that was almost certainly why Daphne had surprised her with the idea of a threesome! Caroline suddenly realised. Knowing that Caroline wouldn't agree to such a thing, Daphne had engineered it and precipitated her into the middle of an orgy before she had time to collect her wits!
Caroline was forced to smile to herself at the woman's cunning. And since she'd already put up rather more than a mere token resistance, Caroline thought that she might just as well become an unwilling participant. She was being a little bit square, she supposed ...
Tentatively, the girl wriggled her hand, looking up into the boy's face with a pleading expression. "My wrist -you're hurting it! Can you lift your arm up a bit, please?
He seemed to understand her because Caroline felt the pressure on her lower arm relax. The boy tapped his chest.
"I'm Pedro!" he told her. "Pedro!"
Caroline was amused by the pride in his voice. "I'm Caroline!" she whispered. "Pleased to meet you, Pedro!" line!" she whispered. "Please to meet you, Pedro!"
He grinned from ear to ear, looking remarkably like a sun-tanned Cheshire Cat. His buttocks had left her wrist but the boy remained on his haunches -crouching with his thighs apart, only a few inches from Caroline's face. The girl slipped her hand out from beneath his bottom and trailed her fingers softly over his crotch, feeling the rigid stem of his prick quivering at her touch.
He nodded delightedly. "Yes, yes!" he cried. "You feel -you feel me!"
Daphne glanced up. Caroline was stroking Pedro's cock through the boy's trunks, rubbing the horny length with the tips of her fingers; they slid delicately upwards, caressing the throbbing underside of his tool, then inched just as deliberately downwards again to fondle briefly at the bulge of his balls.
Relaxing, Daphne continued her finger-fucking of Caroline's cunt -now frigging the juicy red hole with a more tender and slower movement of her finger.
Caroline examined Pedro's weapon minutely, tracing her fingers over every part of the boy's mature looking cock. She raised her other hand and began to tug the briefs off, then spread her fingers helplessly, indicating to Pedro that it was impossible for her to perform the operation while he was in his present position.
Grinning, the dark-skinned boy jumped to his feet and lifted the front of his trunks carefully over his erect prick. He posed for her proudly, showing the English girl his already mature organ -its crown beating stiffly against his abdomen as it pulsed out its lust.
Caroline nodded her head appreciatively, whereupon Pedro quickly removed his swimsuit and resumed his position: stooping over the girl so that she once again had full access to his penis.
She took it in her hand, giving the rigid cock a few tentative squeezes before rubbing it between her fingers. The hot shaft seemed to burn into her skin, making Caroline long to take it between her lips and feel its heated length searing against her tongue ...
Within the space of a few minutes she had completed her transformation from a reluctant, nearly raped innocent into a lustful libertine. Her mind seethed with possibilities; groupings and combinations rushed unbidden into her head, outrageous and obscene caresses and po She formed an "oh" with her forefinger and thumb, then fitted the circle over the top of Pedro's prick and tightened it -making the joined digits cling firmly to the boy's red shaft. Slowly and tantalisingly, Caroline began to frig him: rubbing gently and easily down the scorching meat until she heard the boy panting with desire.
Then her greedy mouth could wait no longer for its pleasure. The girl thrust the tender point of Pedro's cock between her lips, forcing him to fall length-ways across her face -his belly resting against her cheek.
Caroline sucked avidly on the boyish tool, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth until her lips had closed around its base. The youth's penis was, of course, considerably smaller than her husband's, but Caroline was far from disappointed by the disparity in size.
In fact, she found that her excitement was intensified by the knowledge that her mouth was filled with a prick which was still not completely mature. Her senses swam with sensual pleasure as she revolved the shaft in her hot, wet orifice -now licking with her sleek pink tongue up and down the fleshy knob.
Her concentration upon Pedro's cock was so great that Caroline had almost forgotten that Daphne was still fingering her cunt! But when the woman crooked her nail and began to scratch daintily over the tender protuberance of her clitoris, the girl shivered excitedly.
A warm, flowing sensation passed through her loins, a kind of fluid mellowness which made her feel dreamy and acutely aware of her sexuality at one and the same time.
Daphne, judging Caroline's reactions perfectly, focussed her attentions intently upon the girl's clitty; rubbing the red button with the edge of her fingernail and making it flick saucily up and down.
She wanted to get Pedro to fuck Caroline before either of them reached an orgasm. It was important that the girl didn't become so carried away by the preliminary love-play that she was only half aware of what was happening to her. Daphne resisted the impulse, therefore, to prolong her clitty-teasing and bring Caroline to a speedy climax. If she wanted the girl to go a stage further and agree to Daphne sharing her marriage bed, it was essential that she should have a generous "taster" of the joys which a threesome could bring to her.
And so Daphne conquered her immediate desires (telling herself that she would soon have every opportunity to satisfy them) and reluctantly withdrew her finger from Caroline's cunt.
The girl twisted her head round in surprise, loosening her grip on Pedro's cock. The live, snaky rod slithered half out of her mouth and Caroline was about to gobble it back between her lips when Daphne shook her head, whispering:
"No, darling ... Let's do something different now!"
Caroline easily guessed what the woman meant. And when Daphne reached out and took Pedro's hand in hers, pulling the boy round until his body was lying full-length on top of the girl's, she made not the slightest protest.
Pedro placed both his hands on Caroline's breasts, repeating his fondling of the luscious globes, and the girl gazed down -watching his fingers as they moved steadily over and into her soft and precious mounds, recalling that she had imagined they were Daphne's the last time the boy had touched them ...
Daphne had positioned herself at their side, playing the role of mistress of ceremonies. She pushed her hand between their bodies, feeling for Pedro's cock. Taking the palpitating dick carefully between her fingers, she aimed it unerringly for Caroline's quim -working the arrowhead against the puffy lips until it worried them apart and began to sink joyfully into the girl's honeyhole.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Pedro was not quite big enough to fully satisfy Caroline's mature and rather spacious cunt: she was accustomed to a somewhat larger, fatter prick ...
But Daphne realized this and cleverly inserted two of her fingers alongside the boy's penis -thus completely filling Caroline's vagina and giving the girl double her usual satisfaction. She could feel Pedro's cock as it started to fuck its way in and out of Caroline's slit: the stiff flesh beating rhythmically against her fingers with every stroke.
And she was also able to enjoy the girl's fierce downward lunges as Caroline settled herself into an even tempo of surging lust.
Daphne watched vicariously as Pedro massaged the prominent melons of Caroline's bosom. He treated them most expertly, letting his thumbs lift upwards to fondle at the girl's nipples, and coaxing the globes into an assortment of sexy shapes.
The teats grew redder and stiffer under his caresses, the buds rising visibly in a beautiful flowering of desire. Caroline was lying with her arms outstretched on the sand, ostensibly a passive and unwilling instrument of their pleasure. But the sharp movements of her loins de nied this interpretation: she was thrusting her belly and hips in an urgent, demanding rythm -encouraging the boy to fuck her with greater violence.
His small but potent prick coursed in and out of the girl's cunt with vigour, Daphne's fingers helping him to satisfy her. At the same time, Daphne was treating Pedro to an occasional caress -fondling the hot shaft, which was already sticky with Caroline's come, as it slid between her fingers.
Soon, the boy put both his hand on Caroline's right breast and squeezed the globe, cupping the soft flesh in his fingers. This made the delectable teat of the girl's nipple stand out even more prominently -and Pedro pursed his lips, lowering his mouth onto the tempting bud. He popped it between his teeth, drawing strongly on the luscious udder until it grew even more distended and stiff.
Caroline reached her hand out and gently stroked the boy's hair. He really was so terribly young, she thought. And lifted her breast further into his mouth, letting him suck a large portion of the doughy orb between his hps.
She could feel the warmth of his body on hers, but his frame was so light, so featherweight that the girl could scarcely sense his physical presence at all -apart from the writhing heat of his prick inside her quim. They shouldn't be doing this to him, she thought. It really was very wrong of them to seduce so small a child ...
But the very sensation of guilt increased her desire ... sharpened her lust quickly. It was as if the girl gained an added thrill from her indiscreetness; as if it added an extra dimension of pleasure to her passion. Knowing that her actions were highly reprehensible, Caroline coyly chastised herself; at the same time enjoying her sense of wickedness.
She was now pushing Pedro's face as firmly as possible into her breast, smothering the boy with her large, suffocating bosom. He rolled his head from side to side making the spherical flesh wobble and shake beneath his mouth, suckling Caroline's nipple as tightly between his teeth as possible.
Now that the girl's other breast was free, Daphne played with it -using the fingers of her free hand to fondle the marvellous, soft-skinned globe. She gave it a generous, lengthy massage, titivating the nipple until it perked up brightly, and then stretched her lips widely taking almost half of the girl's breast in her mouth.
Together, Pedro and Daphne gobbled at Caroline's tit-flesh, greedily sucking and pulling on the voluptuous hemispheres -their cheeks brushing as they moved their heads in a delirious, abandoned shaking___
Soon, Daphne felt the boy's prick tensing wildly between her fingers and realised that Pedro was not far short of achieving his climax. She deliberately gave his cock a more intense frigging, jerking her fingers quickly up and down its hot length until is was on the very brink of coming.
Then -seizing the fleshy rod tightly -the woman pulled it roughly out of Caroline's cunt and pressed it firmly against the girl's soft under-belly.
Pedro lifted his mouth from Caroline's breast, a cry of protest starting from his lips. But Daphne quickly fingered the sensitive foreskin, snapping it up and down the red, gleaming knob, and took her own lips away from Caroline's titty to watch the spunk streaming from its pinprick opening.
The white fluid rushed suddenly out of the boy's cock
-spilling helplessly onto the creamy, satin surface of the girl's stomach; forming large globules of oozing thick juice ...
And before Caroline could voice her frustration, Daphne returned her fingers to the girl's sex-slit and tickled three of her digits deeply into the slot; shaking them as rapidly as possible -the bunched-up fingers adequately imitating the action of a larger prick than Pedro's.
Caroline relaxed again, her interrupted orgasm now welling up once more ... until Daphne felt her fingers being soaked with the girl's rushing love-spunk. It spurted liberally out of her darling's well-provoked cunt.
When the spasm had ended, Daphne motioned to Pedro that he should now kneel over Caroline's face and be sucked off properly. He stopped frowning at this, his face lighting up once more with that familiar grin. And while Caroline was still regaining her breath, the boy positioned his knees on either side of the girl's head and lowered himself so that his now-flaccid cock was in line with her mouth.
Her mind still whirling with the exquisite delight of her late orgasm, Caroline half-unconsciously opened her lips and let Pedro insert his wet, oily prick between them.
She started to chew it automatically, several minutes elapsing before she quite realised what she was doing. And by that time Pedro's weapon had begun to stiffen again -rising hotly under the liquid sexiness of the girl's mouth.
Caroline held his hips, keeping them steady while she pushed her face backwards and forwards against his crotch: her tongue busily moving up and down the thickening phallus. Then, as if discarding the last of her inhibitions, the girl slipped her hands onto his slim buttocks and fondled them purposefully; eventually daring to slide two her fingers into the boy's arsecrease and tickle softly at his naked anus.
She began to penetrate the small, tightly pursed hole -teasing him by letting her forefinger delve slightly into the orifice, then withdraw again ... then repeating the action. It took her several minutes before Pedro finally felt the full length of Caroline's digit up the intimate hole of his ass, but once the finger was completely embedded Caroline made up for her tantalising by giving him a beautifully sexy reaming: twisting her forefinger slowly round and round, curving it gently so that it stretched the tender inside skin as open as possible ...
And her mouthing of his prick was growing more and more intense, her lips wrapped tightly around the sticky stem and lolling it around her lovely tongue until Pedro felt his little tool regain its former potency.
Meanwhile, Daphne had turned her attention to the deposit of spunk which Pedro had shot onto Caroline's belly. The woman smeared it downwards with her fingers until the warm sperm was seeping into the parted lips of Caroline's cunt. She rubbed it carefully between the slit, then brought her mouth close to the girl's sex; sniffing deeply at the mingled juices of the boy and the woman.
Her breath coming in fast, wild pants, Daphne at last put her lips on the raised mound of Caroline's mons veneris -feeling the hard muscle press firmly against her mouth, the wet coating of male and female spunk incredibly exciting on her lips.
She nuzzled her mouth further down the girl's utterly naked sex, her tongue darting out to savour the blissful cream. It filled her with a hitherto undreamt of joy
-this unholy licking of the recently shed spunk: Daphne fastened her lips as tightly as possible on Caroline's quim and began to suck avidly ...
The soft, roseate inner hole of Caroline's cunt was as oily as it could possibly be with the flow of her own lovejuice. And now that Daphne had stirred Pedro's spunk into the orifice as well the slot simply oozed with rich, pungent cream.
With her tongue protruding as far out of her mouth as possible, Daphne levered the quivering wet morsel into the girl's cunt -turning it round and round inside the tight passageway until it could penetrate no further.
Her hands fondling urgently at the inside of Caroline's thighs, the woman wriggled her mouth fervently into the blonde-bushed hole: guzzling and making loud sucking noises as she felt the sensitive inner-lips respond to her lustful kissing.
Caroline, her finger deeply inside Pedro's arse, had begun to use her teeth on the boy's driving, pulsating cock. Softly at first, the girl's ardour rapidly mounted and she was soon nibbling quite roughly on the quivering red prick. Her sharp white teeth firmly trapped Pedro's boyish weapon and forced him to make an extra violent effort if he wanted to continue his fucking of it into her mouth.
At the same time, her quick, pointy tongue was flicking rapidly over the crown; teasing with moist, liquid caresses the vulnerable hole through which the boy pissed. Under her hands, he tensed and wiggled his bottom, frantically striving to thrust his prick further down the girl's throat.
A sexy tug-of-war began between Caroline and the Portugese boy. He battled his cock urgently against her teeth, trying with all his might to force it past the tight grip ... and she clenched them as firmly as she dared -forced to give in him at last for fear that she might tear the delicate skin of his penis.
They prolonged their pleasure for a much longer duration this time. Caroline was able to savour Pedro's wily, firm-fleshed cock for ages before she finally felt the boy's prick leaping madly in her mouth and shudder into a sustained spurting of his young but potent lovejuice.
She dabbed frantically at the underside of his penis with her tongue, making him go almost insane with excitement as she purposely intensified his orgasm to a fantastic degree.
And the taste of his spunk as it mingled with her saliva and was gulped down her throat brought Caroline to a glorious shedding of her own spunk: the bubbly fluid welling up uncontrollably in her loins and sending a fierce, tense panic through her mind -a fear that unless she came at this very moment -right now, at this instant! -her brain would explode with frustration.
Suddenly, Daphne's mouth was filled with a glorious warmth as the floodgates of Caroline's lust opened and the girl sent her steamy spunk pouring directly into the woman's waiting throat.
Instantly, Daphne fingered the lips of Caroline's quim fully apart -and, sinking her mouth urgently between them, sucked with every ounce of her strength, drawing the very last speck of creamy fluid from the girl's cunt ...
At last I've repaid her! she thought, satisfaction pouring through every cell in her body. At last I've given Caroline the pleasure which she gave to me!
And Daphne rubbed her lips on the incredibly wet and open slit, smuggling contentedly between the girl's thighs as Caroline's belly gradually ceased its trembling ...
"Tomorrow? Same time?" Pedro kissed their hands politely, a marked and amusing contrast from his earlier intimacies with the two girls. He had pulled his swimming trunks back into place, bowed low to them in turn, and was now about to take his leave of Caroline and Daphne.
Although she had no intention of keeping the rendezvous, Daphne had told Pedro that they would meet him on the beach at the same time tomorrow afternoon. It shouldn't be too hard to avoid him: with Bruno or Douglas there she could order the boy off their private beach before he had a chance to explain (in his halting, inadequate English) what purpose he had on their property.
Come to that, Daphne thought, watching Pedro backing away from them and beginning to scramble up the rocky path -what was he doing on their beach in the first place?
He must have come from the direction of the villa, because a fence -quite a high one -kept them in solitude from the surrounding land and beaches. She frowned. Pedro was also returning the same way, instead of swimming round the point and going up one of the public beaches.
Daphne wished that she had thought to tell the boy that he mustn't go near the villa. But he was already halfway up the slope and to call him back now might attract attention: it was late in the afternoon, around five o'clock, and it was possible that Douglas or Bruno were getting a breath of fresh air.
She waved to him and then Pedro disappeared behind the rim of the hill. Caroline had gone into the sea again -partly to cool off and get rid of the sand which was sticking to her body, partly to see if she could find the girls bikini tops.
The girl came out of the water, shaking her head and holding her hands out. And Daphne wondered how they were going to explain the absence of their bras when they got back to their husbands.
With luck, they'd be able to sneak up to their bedrooms and change before Bruno and Douglas caught sight of them. If not ...
She realised with a start of surprise that she didn't really care one way or the other if the men found out about their affair! What could they do, after all? If Bruno (and Douglas, come to that) were so narrowminded and square that they were shocked by what Caroline and herself had done ... fuck them!!
Daphne raised her eyebrows. What had she just thought? Fuck them? Well, well ... Evidently Caroline had had more influence on her than she had supposed. Only last night, Daphne recalled, she had been rather shocked to hear that word pass the girl's pretty lips. And now she was using it (at least mentally) without the slightest trace of embarrassment.
She shook the bath towel out vigorously, noticing as she got rid of the sand particles that is was stained in one or two places. A delightful souvenir of their afternoon's pleasure, she thought. And again the woman felt completely indifferent about Bruno's possible reaction should he notice the large blotches and inquire about their source.
What the hell did it really matter? All this surreptitious, frightened secrecy about sex! What was the point of it? They were both mature adults, supposedly free from anxiety about their moral behaviour.
Why -acording to the publicists and the Sunday newspapers they were fully paid-up members of the jet set! Amoral, loose living, shameless bed-hoppers. People who cared nothing for the "accepted" codes of society. Anyone who earned a living in the entertainment world today (whether it was in television, pop, music, the movies ~r in fashion) was tacitly exempted from the so-called "laws of decency" which, on the surface anyway, were supposed to govern the lives of ordinary people.
They were expected to sleep around, take drugs, have sex orgies ... Frequently, that was the reason why the public paid so much money to watch them and their work. It was a kind of implicit approval of their way of life -and, of course, a vicarious means of sharing it ...
So why on earth should she feel ashamed of what they had done? Daphne straightened her shoulders, the quick justification for her behaviour making her quite selfpossessed and confident.
Caroline shook herself energetically, throwing off a shower of salt water which sprayed over Daphne's naked body.
"Hey!" Daphne jumped away from the wringing wet girl. "That's going all over me! Stop it!"
Caroline laughed, her truly magnificent breasts jiggling wildly. "I thought you needed cooling down!" she smiled. "After all the exercise you've had this afternoon you look as if you could do with a drop of cold water!"
Daphne returned the girl's smile. "You really do look sexy", she complimented her. "Honest -I've never seen a girl so beautiful without a stitch of clothing on! Usual ly, I think women look better when they're wearing undies or a bathing suit. But you -!* She gave a long, appreciative wolf-whistle.
Caroline blushed prettily. "Do you really think so?" she simpered -deliberately putting on a pose. "What: little me -beautiful?"
Daphne chucked her under the chin. "I'm afraid we haven't really got time for another romp", she told the girl regretfully. "Much as I'd love one! The boys will be expecting us back ..."
Caroline pouted and let her head fall on one side. "Oh, dear," she sighed. "After giving me all those compliments you mean you're not going to do anything to me?" She stuck the point of her tongue between her lips. "I hate you!"
Giggling, Daphne took Caroline's hand and started to lead her up the stony path to the villa. Suddenly, their entire relationship seemed to have changed -to have grown warm, friendly, intimate ... The soft pressure of the girl's fingers, entwined with her own, gave Daphne a glowing feeling of tenderness towards Caroline. There was no longer a sense of furtiveness, of mistrust between them. They accepted their lesbian affinity without selfconsciousness now: it was apparent from Caroline's easygoing, relaxed attitude towards her -and Daphne knew that she herself felt the same way.
They were halfway up the incline, the villa still not in sight, when she suddenly remembered that she hadn't broached the subject of Douglas's seduction! Daphne stopped, and drew Caroline to a sitting position on the rocks.
"Let's stay here a moment", she suggested. "You can see right to sea -look, there's a big liner on the ho rizon -".
Caroline looked at her quizzically. "Hey, come on now!" she exclaimed. "You didn't stop just to tell me that, now did you? What's really on your mind, Daphne?"
The girls were sitting rather uncomfortably on two large stones, looking out to sea. They had pulled on their bikini pants but their breasts, sans the shielding cups of their swimsuit tops, were bare and already tinged pink by the hot rays of the sun.
Daphne held Caroline's hand in her lap, the girl's fingers resting intimately on the plump bulge of her sex.
"We had quite a lot of fun this afternoon", she began slowly. "You did enjoy yourself, didn't you, Caroline?"
The girl nodded, still rather puzzled by Daphne's air of mystery.
"I know you were a bit put out at first by the idea of letting someone else join in -and a male intruder at that", the woman continued carefully. "But it turned out to be rather exciting, didn't it?"
Caroline nodded impatiently. "Get to the point, darling", she urged. "I can't stand the suspense! What on earth are you leading up to?"
"All right. It's this: Would it be so awful of me to suggest that -that your husband did the same thing? That Douglas shared the two of us? Don't be angry, darling", Daphne added quickly. "It's only an idea a sudden inspiration I've had. You've got to admit that Pedro was rather interesting, haven't you? Just think what a full-grown man -".
Caroline's jaw had dropped. She was almost comical in her amazement -her eyes practically bulging as they stared into Daphne's.
"Douglas!" she exclaimed at last. "But -but he'd never do anything like that! You must be crazy, darling -he's not like that! He'd go mad if I even suggested it to him!"
To her relief Daphne saw that Caroline didn't seem to be outraged herself by her proposal. The girl appeared to be more concerned about her husband's reaction to such a get-together. And that, Daphne told herself, was distinctly encouraging!
"We wouldn't have to actually suggest it to him", she murmured. "Supposing we sort of sprung it on him: got him into such a position that he'd be overwhelmed before he had time to object?"
"How do you mean?" Caroline sounded intrigued.
"Well, if I were to slip into your bedroom tonight and snuggle down beside him, getting him to make love to me thinking that it was you he was caressing ... When he found out his mistake wouldn't it be too late for him to back out? Especially if you started to make love to him at that point!"
Caroline giggled softly. "You really are a bitch!" she whispered. And Daphne knew that she held the girl in the palm of her hand.
"You'd also be helping me to help Bruno", Daphne went on, giving Caroline's fingers an inconspicuous squeeze. "If Douglas did make love to us, he'd almost certainly be more likely to stand by Bruno over the play. Think about it: we'd give him such a wonderful time in bed that his loyalty towards Bruno would grow much stronger! It's bound to!
"You'd like to help me in that way, wouldn't you Caroline, darling? It means so much to Bruno -so very much. If we were intimate with your husband, Douglas would feel obliged to do all he could to ensure that
Bruno directs the play. Men are like that! They're guilty about deceiving somebody's wife and they'll do anything to make up for it!
"And we both know that Douglas is wavering between having his play produced anyway -with Bruno or without him -and showing some integrity and insisting that either Bruno does the play or nobody does!
"Please, darling -do this for me! I know it's a hell of a lot to ask of you ..." Daphne was pressing Caroline's fingers into the bulge of her quim, deliberately reminding the girl of the pleasure she had enjoyed at that snug, slippery place.
Whether it was due to this, or whether Caroline genuinely saw the woman's desire to help her husband and sympathised with it, Daphne wasn't quite sure. But she squeezed Daphne's fingers affectionately and planted a moist, loving kiss on her neck.
"All right, darling -I'll do it!"
Daphne's spirits soared joyously; a wonderful wave of elation lifted her and sent her into a dizzying, breathless euphoria. And, once again, she couldn't tell if she was pleased to be aiding Bruno by her intrigues or if she was simply exhilarated by the prospect of moving deeper into a web of forbidden, totally uninhibited sex ...
They stared into each other's eyes; the two girls who had known one another for less than 24 hours, but whose bodies were already as familiar to their respective partner as their own.
Caroline knew that she had been awakened by Daphne's innate hunger for female flesh. The woman's own perversity had roused her long-dormant desires in that direction -and the girl realised that she couldn't lock them up again ... not yet, at any rate. Perhaps when the initial impact of Daphne's personality had worn off; but that time, she knew, was going to be quite some considerable distance away ...
Kissing each other lightly upon the mouth, the girls rose to their feet and began to retrace their steps up the uneven pathway to the villa. Daphne had draped the bath towel as best she could around both their shoulders and it hung over their breasts loosely. Though with every movement of their bodies the ill-fitting "garment" threatened to part company with their hobbling tits and expose the beauties to view.
Hand in hand, they climbed to the more level ground and walked in the still warm sunshine towards their smart and expensive holiday residence -hurrying now, in the hope that they would get there before either Bruno or Douglas spotted them.
Then, abruptly both girls stood stock still.
Sauntering past them, at a distance of about ten yards, was Pedro!
There could be no doubt that the boy had just left the villa. He waved cheerfully to them and pointed at the curtained windows, then at his chest, nodding proudly. But before they could call to him, Pedro broke into a run and disappeared behind a cluster of bushes which grew at the roadside.
Caroline turned to Daphne, her eyes blinking nervously; the pressure of her hand tightening around the woman's fingers.
"What do we do now?" she asked in a quiet, small voice.
"We face the music!" Daphne replied smartly "Come on -let's find out what the little bastard's been saying about us!"
And she urged Caroline to walk up to the front door with her, the girl trailing fearfully behind.
CHAPTER FIVE
No one seemed to be downstairs as Daphne gently pushed the unlocked door open and the girls tip-toed as silently as possible up the stairs and gained the safety of Caroline's bedroom without being challenged. Bruno and Douglas were evidently in their study, resuming their work after Pedro's interruption.
Hurriedly, they showered and changed, slipping into panties, bras and cool, rayon mini dresses. A quick combing-out of their hair, an application of sun-tan lotion (Daphne resisting the urge to caress Caroline as she was dabbing it on the girl's neck and shoulders) and they were ready.
Daphne told Caroline to wait in her room while she went upstairs to the small attic where Bruno and Douglas were working.
The girl sat on the edge of the bed, twisting her hands nervously, her tongue constantly licking across her lower lip. She dreaded to think what Douglas would say and do now that he had discovered her broken promise. She had sworn to him that she would never again have sex with a woman: or a man, come to that, They'd been so frank with each other, so open ...
She recalled the night, two or three days before their marriage, when she had hesitantly confessed to Douglas that she had had a lesbian relationship with a couple of the girls at her college. He had been so understanding, Caroline remembered. So calm and unshocked about the revelation.
But he had made it quite clear to the girl that he couldn't tolerate a repetition of her kinky behaviour. And she had been only too happy to give him an assurance that she would never, never do such a thing again.
New, if the little Portugese boy had told him about the episode on the beach ...
Caroline shuddered. She hardly dared to believe that she and Daphne had jumped to the wrong conclusion about Pedro's appearance at the villa. What other motive could he possibly have for calling there so soon after their sexing?
It was even probable -her mind recoiled from such a possibility, but it did seem feasible -that Pedro had been sent by the men to deliberately spy on the girls and report back!
"That's right, you heard me!" Bruno said shortly. "Douglas sent the boy to check up on you! As I expect you found out, his English is bloody awful -but he managed to get the message across! Did you enjoy yourselves?"
Daphne stood in the doorway, her fingers tightening on the handle. "Why?" she asked weakly. "What made you do such a thing?"
Douglas sat at the desk facing Bruno, staring down uncomfortably at the sheets of quarto paper which lay strewn over the surface. So far he hadn't said a word -leaving Bruno to answer Daphne's questions about the reason for Pedro's visit.
It had transpired that the boy did sundry odd jobs about the place and he had called shortly after Daphne and Caroline left for the beach to see if there were any chores he could do for them. Douglas had answered the door and asked him, mainly by sign language, to spy on the two English girls and tell him if they were doing anything "odd".
Bruno and Douglas didn't seem to realise that the boy had also participated in a sex orgy with their wives, and Daphne guessed that Pedro had diplomatically omitted that portion of the story. The little bastard! She vowed then and there that she would make him pay for his dirty, sneaky tricks. Just wait until she got her hands on him ...
Bruno cut in on her wild fantasies for revenge. "Listen", he told his wife. "At the moment I don't give a damn about what you and Caroline do! As far as I'm concerned, this play is the only important thing at the moment.
"I just don't have the time or energy to spare, understand? And if Douglas had any sense he'd stop worrying about the pair of you and concentrate on his work!" He gave the man a contemptuous glance.
"Go on!" he said to Daphne. "Go back to your lizzy friend and leave us in peace. You've done quite enough to disturb us for one day!"
Reddening, Daphne backed out of the room and closed the door behind her. Before she went down the narrow flight of stairs to rejoin Caroline, she leaned against the wall and tried to sort out her feelings.
They were terribly mixed-up, terribly confused. How could Bruno take the situation so calmly? Even allowing for the fact that he was wrapped up in getting the play finished; surely he should have reacted more violently to the revelation that his wife was having a lesbian affair?
She hadn't thought him capable of such coldness, such sheer apathy towards her. Maybe he didn't really love her so strongly after all ... Or maybe it was simply the crisis: his career was at stake, Daphne reminded herself and this was the first time since she'd known him that he'd suffered such a serious setback.
Perhaps when the play was accepted and well into production he would change his attitude. She found herself wanting him to be jealous, wanting him to be angry and disgusted with her for what she'd done with Caroline. That would be natural ... it would prove to her that he cared passionately for her ...
Daphne could hear the murmur of their voices coming through the closed door but was unable to make out what they were saying. She would have given a lot to know the gist of their conversation; if she had some clear idea of Douglas's attitude towards Caroline she would be in a much better position to formulate her plan of action.
As it was, Daphne wasn't sure if she ought to go ahead with her proposed seduction of Caroline's husband. Damn! she thought. Then realised that if she really wanted to, she could easily overhear the men's debate. All she had to do was apply her ear to the keyhole!
A moment later, Daphne was stooping softly at the closed door, listening intently ...
"... only stir yourself up even more if you have a row with her", Bruno was saying. "It's stupid! You can't do anything to change things, can you? Why not let it ride, as I suggested before? There's simply no sense in your making matters worse, now is there?"
She was unable to hear Douglas's reply. The man's voice was low and muffled. But Bruno's next words made her feel much more relaxed.
"Of course you should! That's the idea! After all, she had a nasty scare when they guessed we suspected something. Otherwise Daphne wouldn't have rushed up here looking so agitated. They'll almost certainly be too frightened to try it again -so why get all hot and bothered?
"Just let it go to the back of your mind -don't let it worry you! If you were to have it all out with Caroline you'll probably drive her straight into Daphne's arms. Let them do the worrying! Let them stew for a while, wondering what we're going to do!
"Don't say anything to her -anything at all! If you want to get your own back that's the best way to do it: keep her in suspense! Make her suffer!
"Now ... try to focus your mind on this bloody play. We've got to arrange it so that -".
Daphne stood up slowly. So far, so good, she thought. It looked as if Bruno had succeeded in persuading Doug not to challenge Caroline about her misdemeanour. And that meant she could still stick to her plan of going to their room tonight and ...
Quickly stifling a small voice inside her which was beginning to raise objections, Daphne began to walk down the stairs. As she approached Caroline's bedroom, a further idea occurred to her. If Bruno and Douglas were going to play the strong, silent types then there wasn't really any need for Caroline to know that Pedro had deliberately spied on them, was there?
She tapped softly at the door and entered the room. Caroline was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking anxiously at her as Daphne moved to her side.
"What happened?" she asked tensely. "What did they say?"
Daphne smiled reassuringly at the girl. "Nothing at all. Pedro is just an odd job boy, he runs errands and helps out generally. They were a bit annoyed that I interrupted their work but otherwise -". She spread her hands. "They don't suspect a thing. After all, why should they?"
Caroline regarded her dubiously. "You were gone quite a long while", she complained. "Are you sure that's all that happened?"
"Of course I am, silly!" Daphne put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Why would I lie to you?" She kissed Caroline's forehead gently. "My skin feels all tingly", she remarked. "I think we're going to have a marvellous sun-tan by the end of the fortnight ..."
Caroline seemed to be heartened by Daphne's matter-offact manner. Her face brightened and she relaxed, her body losing its tenseness.
"Be careful with me tonight, won't you?" the girl said coyly. "My body feels a bit sun-burned, too!"
Daphne squeezed her shoulders gently. "I promise", she murmured. "Ill be as soft as I can! As long as you don't get me over-excited, that is!"
Then, hearing a knock at the front door, she moved away from Caroline. "That'll be the maid, I expect. Let's go down and help her prepare dinner. I feel famished!"
Linking arms affectionately, the girls walked downstairs -their minds already savouring the pleasures which awaited them in a few hours' time ...
Douglas Wilder lay in bed, turning on his side away from Caroline, unable to sleep. He had been awake for what seemed like hours, his mind going over and over the events of the past day and night.
The room was dark -Caroline had drawn the curtains at the windows because she complained that the brightness of the full moon was preventing her from dropping off to sleep. They swayed gently in the warm night air, rustled by the sea breezes which blew through the open lattice.
Douglas stared at them vacantly, his thoughts turned inward to the problem of what to do about his wife's infidelity. He had taken Bruno's advice and said nothing to Caroline about the way Pedro had spied on them at his request. But he knew that it was going to be impossible not to challenge the girl sooner or later.
He seethed with indignation, with disgust at her for betraying her promise to refrain from such horrible, degrading practices. And no matter what Bruno said, Douglas knew that he would have to chastise Caroline verbally, at least.
Bruno was completely wrong: it was out of the question for him to cencentrate fully on the play while his wife's misbehaviour was nagging at his mind. No matter how hard he tried to forget, at least temporarily, what Caroline and Daphne had done together, the images kept forming -the obscene pictures of the two girls kissing and fondling ...
The shifting patterns on the curtains seemed to dissolve into a moving picture of the naked females as they writhed and caressed each other. Douglas could see their breasts, their firm, taut-fleshed thighs moving together in a langorous sexual rhythm ...
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to blink away the persistent and erotic fantasy. But as soon as he opened them again -there, on the gently swaying curtains, on the dimly visible folds of cloth, were outlined Daphne's and Caroline's bodies: mocking him with their blatant petting!
Beads of sweat broke out on the man's forehead. He realised that the idea of Caroline's lesbianism was getting to be an obsession with him. Behind his outward show of disgust and anger, Douglas perceived a definite, rather terrifying ambivalance; an odd, dry-throated excitement at the idea of two voluptuous females touching and fondling at their nude, hard-nippled bodies.
And then he froze, almost convinced that he was being driven to insanity by his preoccupation. On the curtain before him had suddenly appeared the unmistakeable silhouette of a naked woman!
It couldn't be an hallucination! Douglas grasped at the solidity of the image with desperation. Though the room was far too dark for him to be 100 percent certain, he refused to believe that his imagination was quite so inventive ...
This new shape had none of the vague shadowiness of the earlier fantasies. It had to be real! It had to be!
Trembling, Douglas raised himself up on one elbow; straining his eyes frantically to search out the three-dimensional substance of the figure. It moved suddenly, dropping down below the level of the curtains. And Douglas shivered violently: forcing his eyes to peer over the side of the bed ...
The next moment he felt a soft, slim-fingered hand creep beneath the single sheet which covered his body and rest firmly on the inside of his thigh.
It was at that instant Douglas realised his wife was playing a game with him. Evidently, she had slipped out of bed and deliberately stood against the curtain -her naked body in front of him.
He relaxed. And as Caroline's fingers moved slowly up his leg, Douglas felt a sharp stab of pleasure growing stronger and stronger within his testicles. It came from the realisation that these fingers had been recently caressing Daphne's naked cunt -they had done precisely the same thing to the woman as they were now doing to HIM! Straying with a meaningful pressure up the inside of his leg, coaxing their delicate way over the flesh until they were near enough to fondle at his sex ...
Douglas breathed heavily, a curious feeling of paralysis stealing through his limbs and making it impossible for him to move. His head sank back onto the pillow, his eyes closing, as Caroline's hand drew nearer and nearer to his rising prick.
At long last the gentle fingers closed around the stiff thickness, squeezzing firmly but tenderly and giving his cock an exquisitely loving massage. They lifted it until it was pointing towards his belly, the foreskin drawn back the crown already pulsing with a steady, even throb.
His wife began to give his prick a thorough, sustained petting; running her lovely fingers over every inch of the now fully erect tool and teasing the loose skin until Douglas was aroused to a frantic state of excitement.
She rubbed it into his abdomen, pushing the meaty knob urgently against the soft flesh -then releasing it and letting it wobble stiffly for a moment or two, before tightening her fingers once more around its proud, dynamic length and fondling it deliciously with the cool, silky tips.
Soon, he felt her other hand slide beneath the sheet and the next moment Douglas's cock was being rolled between the girl's ten fingers -Caroline's hands kneading it firmly as if it were particularly hard piece of dough.
She pulled the foreskin back as far as it would stretch, exposing the raw underside of his prick: the soft, vulnerable, highly sensitive glans, then Douglas felt the liquid warmth of her mouth close over his crown and suck the first inch or two of his penis between her lips.
Instead of taking the whole length into her mouth, however, she tightened her lips firmly around the pointed arrowhead and began to lick it feverishly.
Douglas shuddered with pleasure. Her darling tongue was coursing over the very tip of his cock and provoking it to a frenzied, ticklish ecstasy. And her fingers were still playing expertly with the rest of his prick -caressing up and down the mighty stem and applying just the right amount of pressure.
When they strayed down to his balls and began to fondle the loose, supple sacks, Douglas felt so gloriously stimulated that it was all he could do to prevent his spunk from shooting prematurely into her mouth! Clenching his fists he fought back the urge, knowing that she had scarcely begun to suck him yet.
And besides, he wanted to touch and caress her before ejaculating. All thoughts of being angry with Caroline had vanished from his mind now. This was obviously what the girl had intended to happen -and Douglas knew that he had been caught helplessly by his wife's clever wiles. She understood his vulnerable spots only too well!
But if this was her way of saying sorry and asking to be forgiven... Well, it would take a stronger man than him to throw her favours back into her face!
She was now gliding her fingers further under his crotch, stroking insistently at the erotic place between his scrotum and anus. Deliberately, the girl kept her forefinger tickling in a light, infuriating circle there letting her middle finger search for the man's arsehole.
He relaxed his buttocks, letting her slip the digit between his cheeks and work it slowly, carefully into the tight orifice. Douglas squirmed sensuously, feeling the slim but rigid finger sinking further and further into his anus.
It sank inwards, right to the hilt, then started to frig in and out... making the supple, elastic inner flesh stretch helplessly under the searching, persistent examination.
He could feel her mouth growing wetter as she revolved her lips in a slow, tight writhing around his prickhead. The saliva was flowing onto his cock, making it feel more and more as if was inside her cunt rather than her mouth ...
Caroline was making soft, moaning sounds -crooning over his cock, the endearments suffocated by its thickness. He longed to reach out for her, to pull her up onto the bed and feel her lovely nudity pressing against him. But how could he even think about tearing her lips away from his prick? They were giving him so much pleasure that Douglas knew he could never bring himself to move her until she had accepted the foamy tribute of his spunk.
And yet... how wonderful it would be to fondle her at the same time! Perhaps he could At that precise moment, Douglas's outflung arm brushed against soft, warm flesh! He gasped audibly, running his hand swiftly over the incredible, naked body of -Caroline!!
Up and down the curves he recognised so unerringly, Douglas traced his fingers. She was completely nude and had thrown th sheet back -lying on the bed without a stitch to cover her. Meanwhile, the sucking of his prick continued without pause. But who was Daphne! His mind whirled, for several moments totally unable to comprehend the situation. It was unbelievable! Too fantastic!!
Before he had sufficient time to collect his senses, he felt Caroline (the real Caroline) press her body closely against him, her arm stealing around his neck and her lips murmuring softly at his ear:
"Don't be cross, darling! Don't lose your temper please! We could give you so much pleasure, baby, so much fun ..."
Her voice was as liquid and sexy as she could make it; the words caressing into his mind like soft, soothing fingertips. Douglas was still far too amazed to be able to speak -and in any case, he didn't know what he could possibly say to these outrageous girls!
They must be completely without principles, completely lacking any respect for morals and decent behaviour. How could you reprimand them? How could you tell them they were being degenerate? Especially when you were still being lasciviously sucked-off by one of them and your prick was pulsing with a faster beat than you had ever had!
Douglas could only keep his eyes closed and remain silent. Taking this to be an implicit encouragement of what they were doing (which, indeed, it was, Douglas realised), Caroline started to kiss him around his ear and neck; nibbling gently at the lobe, her tongue stealing out and licking moistly along the tender muscle.
Her fingers caressed his shoulder, then moved across his chest: rubbing firmly and deliciously over the man's nipples and plucking at them ...
Daphne had not interrupted her beautiful chewing of his cock for a single moment. The woman had sucked on it incessantly, with her finger still jammed into his arse and twisting in and out of the very tight hole.
Slowly, Douglas felt himself slipping into a helpless acceptance of the situation. Soul-searching and guilt would have to take their turn, he decided. His instincts would never permit him to brush them aside and accept sublimation at this late stage: his lust had been aroused to a wild urgency by Daphne's clever sucking and he was far too excited to fight it down. Whatever happened tomorrow, he decided, tonight was going to be a fantastic experience for him. He would be a prince, a sensualist, a modern Casanova -savouring the delights of two obedient females, each seeking to grafity his every whim!
Douglas comforted himself with these thoughts, then allowed every muscle in his body to unwind, to relax completely. It was up to the girls now to show him what they could do!
Caroline arranged her breasts carefully so that they pushed tightly against her husband's side. Douglas had raised his arm and it was now draped loosely about her shoulders, his fingers stroking idly at the bare flesh of her back.
She snuggled herself warmly into him and let her hand wander v luptuously down his chest, caressing her fingers over the man's body until they had reached the flat of his stomach. The slowly moving digits descended onto the wiry bush of his pubic hair, then eased softly downwards ... finally closing around the lower portion of his prick.
Caroline fingered it gently, shaking it softly from side to side and making the fiery engine wobble even more sexily in Daphne's mouth. Then she began to frig the supple foreskin up and down -working it with an ever increasing momentum until the loose folds were finally being rubbed with a terrible friction over Douglas's cock.
At the same time he felt her full lips move onto his, and Caroline started to kiss his mouth more sweetly and passionately than he thought possible. The girl's moist and fleshy mouth teased him with a series of tender, tentative brushes -the tip of her tongue protruding from her hps and darting shyly between his teeth, then quivering back into her mouth as if ashamed of its audacity.
He tried to press his lips to hers, but Caroline refused to let him have his way. She forced the man to submit to her delicate, tantalising kisses; slowly building his desire to maddening intensity.
While her fingers played with a ruthless, almost rough ardour on his prick, Caroline's mouth coquettishly taunded his lips. Her teeth would suddenly bite into his lower lip, pull away, and then her tongue would dab wetly on the spot to lick the wound better.
Sweetly infuriating, this treatment seemed to be prolonged indefinitely; Douglas feeling his cock leap inside the tight confines of Daphne's lips with every teasing motion of his wife's mouth.
He pulled his arm from around her back and felt for her breast -determined to make her pay for this tormenting but exciting exercise.
His fingers closed eagerly over the girl's bulbous titty. It was nestling against his side, the nipple resting very close to his own. Douglas took it between his thumb and forefinger, but instead of squeezing and rubbing it as Caroline expected -he rolled them as softly as possible around the teat, scarcely touching her flesh at all.
She squirmed against him, her breast itching madly as Douglas deliberately tickled the base of her nipple: making it rise up stiffly but refusing to give it the satisfaction of a good, hard pinching ...
Frantically, unable to stand the teasing, Caroline buried her lips into her husband's mouth -forcing his teeth to part and thrusting her tongue deeply against his.
Instantly, Douglas closed his finger and thumb as tightly as he could around the girl's nipple. The bud was squeezed in a viciously rough vice which made Caroline gasp in sudden pain. But this was at least better than having her poor little titty tormented!
She could feel the pain turning mysteriously into jabs of pure pleasure as the sensation moved from her nipple, through her breast, to the whole of her body. Urgently, she rubbed her mouth against his, cramming her wet, slithery tongue into Douglas's mouth and running it wildly over his teeth and gums.
Daphne, meanwhile, her finger busily reaming into the man's arse and her lips glued to his cock, had sensed that Douglas might begin to shoot his fat too soon. She slowed down the tempo of her sucking -reluctantly, because she hungered for the taste of his spunk. After her regrettably brief sampling of Pedro's love-juice, Daphne yearned to have the pungent fruits of male sperm on her tongue. Excitement welled up in her as she realised that her ambition was going to be fulfilled tonight.
No matter what happened, she vowed, Douglas was going to shoot his load between her lips! Bruno refused to accommodate her, but she intended to use every ounce of her sexual prowess to ensure that Douglas didn't disappoint her!
But not yet ... She didn't want their party to end too soon and she wasn't entirely sure whether Douglas had a large appetite; it was possible that he might lose interest in them once he had reached his first orgasm, and she certainly didn't want that to happen.
Better play safe, she warned herself. And eased her lips slowly away from the man's pulsating crown, planting a final kiss on the fleshy tip. She ran her tongue curiously over them as they withdrew from Douglas's prick.
A bead of spunk must have been squeezed out of his dick already -because she was certain that she could taste the faint tang of ammonia on her lips. Yes! Daphne savoured the sample with relish. That would do as an hors d'oeuvre, she told herself with satisfaction. But she wanted a main course of the same dish a little later ...!
Now: what could she do next? It was important to break up Caroline and Douglas's little party; they seemed to be getting on rather well without her -and that would never do!
Daphne decided that it might be rather interesting if she gave them an exhibition of her striptease talent; with Caroline lending her a hand, of course ...
She had light-heartedly and playfully "performed" a strip act for some of the models she worked with: it had never been anything more than a joke among them, but Daphne could now see that hidden beneath the apparent high spirits was a strong, if surreptitious sexuality.
However, this was hardly the time or place for psycho analysing her past. She got up from the floor and opened the curtains so that a chink appeared between them just enough to permit a few rays of moonlight into the room. It was still quite dark, but they were now able to see each other fairly clearly; the pale glow filtering through the open window and lending their white bodies an added luminosity.
Both Caroline and Douglas looked up sharply as their faces were illuminated by the sudden light. Daphne held their attention by jumping up onto the bed and raising her hands.
"Don't move", she whispered. "I want you to watch me, but you can go on doing whatever you were doing!" Her eyes twinkled mischeviously and although neither Caroline nor Douglas could see them they could tell from Daphne's voice that the woman was gently teasing.
Douglas lifted his face from Caroline's breast but continued to fondle the lovely, pliable orb with his fingers. He watched Daphne curiously, her long legs directly in front of his face, her knees on a level with his eyes.
She began to writhe slowly, gyrating her hips in a sexy, deliberate grind. Her hands stole to her thighs and caressed them, fingers rubbing the insides of her legs and moving gradually upwards until they almost caressed her crotch.
Then Daphne stooped quickly and snatched up Caroline's discarded negligee -a transparent red nightgown which lay in an untidy heap at the foot of the bed. Seductively, Daphne rubbed the silky garment all over her naked body; beginning at her thighs and slowly continuing up her legs until the dishevelled confection was being pressed tightly into her sex.
Spellbound, Douglas stared at Bruno's wife. She was still swaying softly, her shoulders and hips moving in a daring and sensual rhythm as she stroked the wadded silk deliberately over her belly and then caressed her breasts with the red negligee.
Huskily, Daphne murmured: "Come and help me put it on, Caroline, would you?"
As if hypnotised by the sound of the woman's voice, the girl rose up, disengaging herself gently from her husband's arms. The bed springs creaked as she stepped to Daphne's side and silently took the negligee from her hands.
Caroline shook it out, got it the right way round, then slipped it over Daphne's head. The woman shivered her body, her breasts wobbling beautifully, and the silk garment rustled into position -falling just below her crotch. Without the matching panties, the negligee was superbly revealing: showing off Daphne's poised body to perfection.
She turned slowly until Douglas could see the lower cheeks of her bottom protruding under the hem of the nightdress. From his vantage position, face almost directly under her legs, the man was able to look right up the shapely legs and view Daphne's blonde-haired sex bush. (The woman had thoughtfully kept her thighs well apart for this very reason).
And Caroline! Her extreme proximity to this voluptuous, writhing woman! Douglas darted his eyes from one to the other -from Daphne to Caroline -wishing there was more light in the room so that he could see them better, but knowing that this shadowy atmosphere added considerably to bis pleasure ...
At any rate, the shaft of moonlight was streaming directly onto the girl's hips. He could see their thighs and crotches quite distinctly and the vision was keeping his prick at its full state of erection.
"Tug it down over my bottom!" Daphne whispered, the words so breathy and faint that Douglas could barely make them out.
Caroline took the hem between her fingers and tried vainly to pull it over the bare white cheeks. It was far too short for the girl to successfully hide Daphne's buttocks completely -and she placed her fingers on one of the warm globes, supporting the flesh gently, saying:
"I'm sorry, darling -I'm afraid it's not quite long enough!" She was fondling the cheek softly, her hand petting the white, jutting orb with familiar intimacy.
Douglas felt his breath quickening and his prick jerking against the sheet. They looked so utterly voluptuous, there on the bed in front of him! The girls were obviously prolonging their activity solely for his pleasure -to arouse him to a wild, insatiable lust. And he gritted his teeth, determined to watch their game for as long as possible without interrupting it ...
Daphne leaned forward slightly, making her bottom stick out and reveal even more clearly the deep divide of her cheeks. Caroline helped her to display the exciting charms by easing the portion of bum which she was holding a little further away from its twin: causing the woman's arse to be opened very revealingly.
"You'll have to cover me with your fingers", Daphne murmured. "I feel so naked and defenceless with only this negligee around me ...
Caroline gladly moved her hand until her fingers were splayed across Daphne's arse -the tips stealing right into the woman's crease and concealing it from view. But the knowledge that his wife's hand was now actually moving upon the velvet crease and pressing into Daphne's private parts, gave Douglas an even more intense excitement.
He strained his eyes to see Caroline's fingers pushing firmly into the woman's buttocks: the angle of Daphne's hips ensuring that the girl's hand touched her as easily as possible, the thrust of her bottom making it difficult for Caroline to avoid contact with the damp hole of her anus.
Not that she had the slightest intention of shirking her task! Caroline teased her fingertips softly up and down the length of Daphne's arse-crease, feeling them brush against the hard, tight little orifice with mounting selfindulgence.
The fact that her husband was watching them so intently only gave her an added kick -as if she was undergoing a sort of test, an examination which she must pass with flying colours!
"There, there!" she soothed. "Ill hide your bottom, darling! I'll make sure you don't reveal too much of yourself!"
Daphne squirmed, wiggling her hips audaciously. The movement caused Caroline's fingers to slip a little further into her groove; the edge of one nail sliding impertinently into the tight fold of her rear hole.
"Perhaps I'd better push my finger right into you", Caroline suggested softly: stealing her other hand around Daphneo's waist and rubbing herself sexily against the woman's silky curves.
"Then we can be sure that you won't be observed!" Daphne nodded -and Douglas watched with bated breath as his wife deliberately wormed her finger slowly and painstakingly into the woman's anus.
The digit was thrust deeper and deeper up the wrinkled, soft-skinned hole, until Douglas saw that it had completely disappeared from view inside the secret rear tube. The remainder of Caroline's fingers were spread out on the ripe cheeks -pushing firmly into them so that the flesh was pressed thrillingly inwards ...
Then Caroline stepped around Daphne, turning the woman until she once more faced towards Douglas. The girl remained at Daphne's side, standing sideways to her husband, her finger still embedded in that gorgeous arsehole.
But now Caroline was lowering her other hand towards Daphne's crotch, the fingers stealing slowly and surely downwards until they passed over the raised hem of he woman's negligee and caressed unashamedly at Daphne's sex.
Her legs wide apart, Daphne let her head go back so that her long white neck was exposed and her breasts thrust through the silk of her nightie with a fierce, hardpointed challenge. Caroline lay her cheek against the woman's shoulder, rubbing her face into the rounded flesh and occasionally kissing the skin tenderly. Taking her time, purposely delaying the penetration for as long as she could, Caroline moved her fingers into the blondehaired bush and slowly exposed the pink cuntlips to her husband's eager eyes.
The folds peeped open, the layers of soft, fatty flesh peeling sweetly into view. Caroline placed her forefinger into the slit and massaged it lightly -scarcely touching the precious sex, her digit caressing Daphne's quim with a sweet, feathery up-and-down contact.
Out of the corner of his eye Douglas noticed that Daphne's hand had now stolen around Caroline's hips and her fingers were rubbing over the girl's bottom. The globes were shivering deliciously, the ripe mounds wobbling under the woman's expert fondling.
Caroline turned her eyes slumberously to Douglas. "You don't mind if I put my finger into Daphne, do you?" she whispered sexily. "She's such a shy girl -she thinks you might be able to see her quim from your position there ..."
While she was speaking, Caroline eased her forefinger gradually into Daphne's cunt; taking good care that her husband was able to see the insertion as intimately as possible.
"It sounds silly", Caroline went on. "But she feels much more comfortable if I hide her little hole from you ..."
Gazing at the man with wide, frank eyes, she pushed her finger to its hilt, then withdrew it slowly. Then eased it inwards again ... then out ... keeping to a steady, even rhythm -her slender, sharp-nailed digit never varying its leisurely frigging.
Faintly, Douglas heard a wet, plopping sound coming from between Daphne's thighs. And knew that the woman had already lubricated her cunt with spunk ... with wet, sticky come which must be running over Caroline's finger at this very moment ...
As if to confirm his suspicion, Caroline ran her tongue across her lips -her eyes never leaving his -and nodded gently.
"I'm afraid she is rather moist!" the girl admitted. "Poor Daphne -she gets so excited!"
His heart was thudding so violently against his ribs that Douglas could hardly catch his breath. The bitches were so bloody provocative! He knew that if they did one more thing to each other -if they went even a tiny bit further in their blatant flaunting of each other's bodies -he would fling himself upon them!
And then Caroline brought her hand from behind Daphne's back and raised her fingers to her parted lips. Deliberately judging the effect which this would have on her husband, the girl dipped them coyly into her mouth; sucking slowly on them in turn -the fingers which had just left Daphne's arse!
Moaning incoherently, Douglas reached up suddenly and grabbed at their legs. Thrown off balance, the girls tumbled back onto the bed -their bodies sprawling wildly, half on top of Douglas, half on the mattress.
He was bewildered for a moment or two, uncertain whether he wanted to clutch Caroline or Daphne's body to his. Then, as if by a pre-arranged signal, they solved the dilemma for him.
Their langour suddenly vanishing, both girls flung themselves onto him! Douglas fought wildly to lift himself free of the sheet (which still covered the lower half of his body) and take up the domiant position. But they knelt quickly upon his arms, pinning him down helplessly, Caroline on one side -Daphne on the other.
The pressure of their knees immobilised him effectively, and Douglas found it impossible to budge them. The girls had pressed their knees right into the flesh of his lower arms, rendering him quite powerless ...
He looked from one to the other, seeing their breasts shaking up and down as Daphne and Caroline jiggled their bodies over him -the rosy hard nipples only an inch or two from his face.
"Relax, darling", Caroline told him. "Let us do all the work! I promise you'll enjoy it!"
Her voice was like a caress down the base of his spine. Panting from her exhertion, wet-lipped and throaty, she bent over him -her long brown hair brushing lightly across his chest.
Douglas stopped struggling. He untensed his muscles and let his body slowly relax, feeling suddenly self-conscious as he imagined the things which his wife and Daphne were about to do to him ...
Seeing that he had calmed down, they lifted the pressure of their knees from his arms. Caroline bent and kissed his mouth softly.
"That's better!" she whispered. "Now -would you like me to sit on you and push my quim against your prick, darling? Would you like that? With Daphne helping, of course ..."
Caroline took up the sheet and drew it gradually down his body. His cock was making it rise tent-like and she lifted the cotton covering slowly over his penis, deliberately making the cool material brush against his weapon.
Douglas felt their breath on his prick as both girls bent over him. They were resting their hands on his thighs, caressing their soft fingers on the sensitive flesh -their mouths parted, their eyes contemplating his now uncovered cock. Douglas closed his own eyes, feeling a tremendous, luxurious glow steal through his body. For the first time in his life he was about to enjoy the favours of two girls at the same time. He could scarcely believe that it wasn't a fantasy, a wild adolescent dream ... Then he felt their careful hands on his cock, stroking it tenderly making it leap in their fingers -and knew that this was no reverie; it was really happening!
Caroline drew the foreskin down and ran her finger slowly around the crest, letting Daphne attend to the lower portion of her husband's prick. The girls played with the toy for several minutes, exploring every inch of the fine, upstanding cock.
Then Caroline decided to keep her promise to Douglas and she squatted astride the man, lowering her haunches gently onto his weapon and letting it slip sweetly against her parted cunt-lips.
She was facing him, her hands resting lightly on his chest; Daphne's fingers retaining their hold on his dick and continuing to fondle the rigid tool with a loving, subtle caress. Douglas could feel the warmth of Caroline's bottom on his thighs, the fleshy cheeks squashing firmly into him, just below his balls.
Daphne began to rub his prick more securely against Caroline's hotly damp quim. It was pushed into the distended hps, pressed meaningfully, firmly against them, pulsing urgently onto the moist slot -but in a vertical position so that it was unable to slip into the hole itself ... until Caroline raised herself and moved slightly forward ...
Whereupon Daphne immediately manouevred the man's cock beneath the girl's open thighs and found the opening to Caroline's cunt with her fingers before guiding Douglas's prick into the lusciously tight orifice.
Slowly, the girl sank down again: easing his cock beautifully -an inch at a time -into herself. Until Douglas again felt Caroline's buttocks on him, this time pressing hotly into his abdomen.
She waited for the last centimetre of thick male prick to penetrate her, then levered herself upwards again propping her body up by pushing her hands into his chest. Opening his eyes a little, Douglas was able to see through her arms the wobbling, hanging swells of her breasts. He slipped his hands under her and touched the nipples lightly. They moved on his fingers like hot, extremely hard rose-buds; clenched tightly against a premature flowering.
He tightened his grip on them slowly, relentlessly increasing the pressure until they had ripened between his forefingers and thumbs to their stiffest and largest extent. Then Douglas relaxed the hold, letting his fingers tickle the bubs more gently.
But as Caroline lowered and raised herself on him, each time increasing the rhythm and making his cock sink faster and deeper into her cunt, he was goaded into grasping her nipples as furiously as possible once more. He felt that he had to squeeze them vigorously, twist them, turn them, pull them roughly downwards and force her breasts into the longest posible elongation ... It became a mania, a kind of revenge on his wife for her deliberate though highly erotic reversal of their male female roles ...
And each time that Caroline's cunt lifted, Daphne's fingers would quickly rub up his now greasy prick; wiggling it so that the erect meat pressed against the girl's retreating sex-lips. She was also tickling into Caroline's clitoris, stretching her long forefinger up so that is was permanently in contact with the pulsing red button.
This seemed to go on forever. Time completely lost its meaning for the man because, as soon as his excitement grew to intense that he was about to release his spunk, Caroline would intuitively remain absolutely motionless on his body; waiing until the spasm passed before continuing her fucking ride on his penis.
He was bathed in sweat, his body felt slippery and wet ... the moisture running down his chest and stomach. Then Douglas realised that it wasn't entirely due to per spiration: Daphne was licking avidly over his naked flesh, her tongue lapping and dripping saliva on his belly and abdomen -and then moving quickly up to his wife's stomach and giving her the same treatment.
She was also giving her free hand some useful employment. Her fingers caressed tenderly up Douglas's thighs and traced smoothly up over Caroline's buttocks; fondling the splayed cheeks of the girl's arse before returning again to the man's tense legs.
After some time, Caroline started to go back on her haunches, tugging her nipples away from Douglas's fingers and slowly bending backwards -her movement causing his prick to bend painfully and finally flop unwillingly out of her cunt.
A terrible churning frustration welled up in the man, an almost unbearable sense of loss. But it was quickly banished by the glorious sensation of Daphne's mouth on his abandoned cock. She sucked it swiftly between her lips and drew on the wet, pulsing rod as tightly as possible, taking the entire length in her mouth and letting it rest on her quivering tongue.
The heart-stopping thrill of this substitute cunt brought Douglas to the point where he had to send his spunk gushing forth. He jerked his buttocks wildly, feeling the urgent tickling starting at his testicles.
Then Daphne cruelly bent his prick downwards, keeping it tightly clenched between her lips, and forced it to point almost towards his feet, effectively preventing him from reaching an orgasm. They weren't ready to permit his sperm to flow -not just yet!
He writhed on the bed in acute torment, wondering what the girls were going to do next. And it had just struck Douglas that he could quite easily take the initia tive himself when he simultaneously realised that he was actually enjoying his passivity!
Before he had time to dwell on the implications of this feeling, Caroline rolled her body on top of his with her open thighs shamelessly thrust into his face. She sank down until her breasts squashed voluptuously on his stomach -her mouth swiftly joining Daphne's on his cock!
He put his hand on her upturned buttocks and twisted the cheeks widely open: seeing, even in the dim half-light, his wife's darling brown arsehole seated deeply within the exposed divide of her bottom. And the pungent-smelling wound of her cunt, the lips stretched elastically apart, where his prick had been fucking so recently, was bared completely to his eye ... and his mouth!
Douglas wasted no time in bringing his lips into contact with Caroline's precious quim, but his senses seemed so charged with lust and a total lack of inhibition that he started to tongue her intimate secrets immediately; not pausing to kiss the pink rawness at all.
And not content with merely licking into her cunt, Douglas ran his tongue right over the girl's rear entrance and wormed it as deeply as possible into the rubbery arsehole. He darted it in and out and all around the wrinkly perimeter before returning his hps to Caroline's sex again: each orifice luring him with its own special attraction as he sucked urgently from one to the other.
Mercifully, the girls had allowed his prick to resume its rightful position -thrusting monstrously up towards his belly. They were squabbling sexily over the jerking length, their mouths and tongues meeting as they fought with noisy smacks of their lips to obtain the largest portion ...
Their Hands had left him now and were roaming lasci viously over each other's bodies. Crouching like predatory beasts over his maleness, their fingers tickled one another's nipples -Caroline plucking at Daphne's teats through the silk of the negligee which the woman was still wearing.
Personal identities were lost in a hazy, misty shroud of sheer animal lust as the trio abandoned the last shreds of inhibition and reticence, their bodies and minds fixed only upon attaining sexual release.
Caroline wriggled her bottom in a wild and agitated circular motion, rubbing her cunt into Douglas's mouth as insistently as possible. Letting his forefinger sink all the way into her anus, he concentrated his full attention on the girl's quim -reaming the silky-soft channel until he finally tasted the helpless juice of her spunk ...
It poured in a continuous spasm into his throat, a heady, unstoppable nectar which sparked a furious beating in his cock and brought his own semen gushing from the point of his prick.
Too absorbed in her own orgasm to think of preventing Daphne's pleasure, Caroline allowed the woman to close her lips tightly around Douglas's arrowhead and take the full jet of spunk.
Needing only the ineffable thrill of the man's coming to bring her to climax, Daphne clenched her thighs and worked herself into a paroxysm of lust -gulping down his hot, thick cream as if it were milk from the breast as she shuddered out her orgasm.
It was many minutes before she came down from the heights of her ecstasy, and several more before Daphne at last loosened her grip on Douglas's cock and allowed the soaking, slippery weapon to slide from between her lips.
As the crown flopped out of her mouth she was shocked suddenly into acute, paralysing terror.
The light was abruptly snapped on -and Bruno stood in the doorway, the blinding flash of illumination giving his unexpected figure a stark and ghost-like whiteness.
They held the tableau for a long minute, the silence extending into a nerve-wracking, terrifyingly suspenseful eternity ...
CHAPTER SIX
He stared at the telephone as if willing it to start ringing. The black, impersonal instrument gazed back at him silently, its gleaming deadness reflecting the blank, numbed state of Bruno's mind with appalling accuracy.
Two weeks had passed since that traumatic night in Estoril when he had burst in upon Caroline, Douglas and his wife. Bruno, after his initial outburst of rage and bitterness, had felt himself sinking into a sullen apathy; a kind of spiritual inertia which made nonsense of his earlier temper.
The situation was ludicrous: an occasion for amusement rather than histrionics, he realised. The three of them looked so absurd, lying there on the bed in that melange of twisted, naked bodies. His director's eye had given the grouping a critical, professional appraisal and before he was completely aware of what he was doing, Bruno had viewed the situation with a cold detachment; divorcing himself entirely from any emotional involvement.
He had wondered in the past exactly what the would do if he caught Daphne in bed with another man. That she would make up a threesome had never occured to him and he found the spectacle strangely impersonal as if it didn't really concern him in the least.
They seemed like characters in a play, totally without flesh and blood existence. The fact that one of them happened to be his wife only added to his curious feeling of disinterest. His wife ... Bruno had examined again the tenuous bonds which were supposed to tie husband and wife together throughout their married life. He had never felt that way about Daphne -never felt at all possessive towards her.
Sooner or later, he supposed that something like that night in Estorial would have occured. What he hadn't anticipated was this deadness, this apathy about her infidelity.
She had quickly rushed to his side and told him that it was all part of her plan to keep Douglas on their side. Apparently she had some wild idea that if she seduced Douglas he would feel obliged to remain loyal to Bruno (the poor, betrayed cuckold bit, Bruno thought with wry amusement) and refuse to sell the play unless they agreed to him directing it.
He was inclined to dismiss the story as an attempt to get round him: to cool his anger. Then, with amazement, Bruno realised that Daphne actually believed what she was telling him!
She was rationalising her desire for extramarital affairs by kidding herself that her seduction of Douglas would help her husband! Bruno had been too surprised at this insight into Daphne's psychological make-up to tell her that she was contriving to influence a man whose behaviour patterns were completely unknown to her.
Douglas wouldn't feel any additional loyalty to Bruno because he'd fucked the man's wife! For God's sake, Bruno thought. Daphne must have a crazy, romantic streak in her to believe for even one moment that such a thing was possible.
She could have been a bit more honest with herself and admitted that she was doing this simply because she wanted a different sex kick! But there could be no mistaking the surface honesty in Daphne's eyes. She really and truly believed that her little games with Caroline and Douglas weren't solely for her own pleasure ...
Bruno got up from his chair and mixed a drink: ice, a quarter-tumblerful of whisky and the merest splash of soda water. He carried the glass to the window and sipped the contents slowly, looking out across the London skyline.
High up on the eighth floor, he could see right over the Thames to St. Paul's Cathedral and the huge blocks of offices which were springing up, some to skyscraper proportion, around the City area. Soon, he thought, London would be indistinguishable from New York. Already the tempo of life was as frantic as that in the States and the landscape was quickly changing as well. Everything was moving swiftly towards a way of life in which the individual was submerged ... living a cell-like existence and serving the Machine of Progress___
Bruno turned away from the window. London depressed him lately. Perhaps he'd seen too much of it and knew its inhabitants a little too well. Knew their urge for constant diversion, their appetite for the sensational, their fickle and cultish tastes.
His sociological expertise served him well in television. His eyes and ears were attuned to the public's taste his public, that is, the viewing, goggling millions who had grown tired of mere soap opera and wanted something a little more intellectual. Not too arty and avantgarde, but way-out enough for them to feel that, in the security of their homes, they were participating in the excitement and novelty of the very latest culture trends.
Bruno Swanson had his finger firmly on the pulse of modern entertainment. He knew exactly how the pendulum swung. And in his choice and treatment of television plays he brought to the masses, ahead of every other producer or director, the very latest in acting styles, camerawork, "daring" themes and trendy plots.
And it was beginning to bore him stiff.
He was tired of striking a balance between the real innovators -the truly creative but little known artists and writers whose work he lifted -and the stale, middleof-the-road hacks who churned out 90% of the t.v. rubbish.
He desperately wanted a change, a different way of life. Bruno finished his drink and returned to his chair by the telephone. Mark Hammond should ring at any moment now and tell him if he wanted the play or not. And despite his growing lack of enthusiasm, Bruno was concerned about this particular project.
It represented more to him than just a chance to get his career on a better footing. Although Douglas had sworn to him (that night in the villa) that he wouldn't, under any circumstances, allow the play to be produced unless Bruno directed it, Bruno knew that it meant far too much to the writer for him to make such a sacrifice.
If Hammond rang and said he wanted the play but was "terribly afraid, old boy, that we don't think you're quite cut out to do the job of directing it" ... Bruno had not the slightest doubt that Douglas would back out of his promises.
He was bloody certain, if their positions were reversed, that he would! Hammond was their last chance. All the other produ cers had rejected the play as being "not entirely suitable for our network". Whether it was the play, or whether they had heard about Douglas's close connection with Bruno and that Bruno had spoiled the man's chances simply by his association with him, Swanson didn't know.
But Hammond, a old associate of Bruno's and a fairly good friend, was noted for his liberal and farsighted attitude towards experimental plays. He worked for Granada, a t.v. company in the north of England which had a reputation for fair dealing and unbiased professionalism. If he didn't like it they might as well tear the bloody thing up!
And Bruno, despite his indifference to Daphne's misconduct, wanted very much to stop his wife from being so patronising towards him. If the play was accepted and he directed it, it would be easy to show them all (Daphne, Douglas and Caroline) that their stupid little scheming had nothing at all to do with his reinstatement.
Because Hammond had never met Douglas Wilder, had never, consequently, been in a position to bargain with the writer. Since this particular negotiation was going to be effected through Bruno himself, they could hardly tell themselves that it was only thanks to Douglas's "loyalty" that Bruno had got the job ...
The phone rang suddenly. Although he was only a foot away from it, Bruno let it shrill for a count of ten before picking up the receiver. The first lesson he had learned in this game was: don't appear to be too eager!
Hammond was on the line. They spoke for about ten minutes and when Bruno said goodbye and put the phone down his hand was shaking violently. A wave of helpless laughter erupted from him, and he fell back into the chair convulsed with amusement.
When the initial spasm had worn off, Bruno's eyes were watering. He mopped them with a handkerchief and then paused, his hand still in front of his face, a sudden idea occuring to him.
Yes! he thought. Why not? Why the hell not? And he began to elaborate the inspiration, his mind growing more and more excited as the details fitted neatly into place ...
They sat uncomfortably as far away from each other as possible, avoiding contact and reluctant to allow even their eyes to meet. This was the first occasion since their return from vacation that the four of them had met, and nobody seemed to know the stilted atmosphere could be broken.
Only Bruno seemed perfectly at ease. He poured drinks and passed them round, a smile hovering constantly about his lips, chatting as if the Estoril incident had never happened.
Without telling them of the phone call from Mark Hammond, he had invited Douglas and Caroline to cocktails, letting them asume that he was going to castigate them for their immoral menage a trots. During the entire holiday Bruno had refused to discuss the matter. They had scarcely talked at all, except concerning the play, and the rest of the fortnight had been spent in an uneasy, pregnant embarrassment.
On their return, Daphne had tried many times to convince Bruno that she had only done it for him, but he cut her short -rejecting her explanation and declining to listen to her at all.
Now, he leaned against the low mahogany sideboard and regarded them benevolently. Bruno raised his glass.
"To Granada!" he proposed. "A very worthy name! A very intelligent and sharp-sighted company!"
Douglas came to his feet quickly. "You mean they liked the play?" he asked excitedly. "They've accepted it? God -that's marvellous, Bruno, Terrific! When did they tell you? I thought they were going to -".
Bruno held up his hand. "Hey, wait a minute! Calm down. Did I say they liked the play?" His eyes changed suddenly. They stared coldly into Douglas, all the warmth and humour abruptly switched off.
"They thought it was a load of crap!" he said slowly and distinctly. "In common with the other companies we sent it to, they rejected it. They turned it down flat*. He snapped his fingers sharply. "Like that!"
Douglas sank back into his chair, looking beaten and crushed. He stared into his glass hopelessly.
"Then we've had it", he said softly. "That's it, it's all over ... I'm sorry I put you to so much trouble, Bruno -.
"However", Bruno continued smoothly. "Mark Hammond, their number one producer, told me that he thinks there's a germ of a good play somewhere in it -and that if I directed it the incidentals might make the thing worth doing.
"In other words", Bruno looked at them carefully, making sure that they understood precisely what he was saying. "He had the foresight to see that with a really good director (I've no false modesty, you understand), with me in fact, the play could be turned into a visually interesting experience.
"Which places me in rather an amusing position. You see, I don't know whether I want to salvage your play now, Douggie-boy! I'm tired of television and I've been thinking for some time of going into movies ..."
"Don't think you can blackmail me!* Douglas cried suddenly. "You reckon you're pretty clever, playing cat and mouse with us, don't you? Well, let me tell you something -".
He stood up again and moved nearer to Bruno. "You're not the only good director in television! If you won't direct the play they can replace you -you're not unique, you know!"
Bruno sipped his drink and smiled. "Sorry to disappoint you", he told Douglas coolly. "But in this particular case -I am! You know as well as I do that no one else wants the play. Right? And Mark Hammond will only produce it with me directing!"
He gestured towards the telephone. "If you don't believe me, phone him. You'll find the number on the jotting pad and he'll probably be at home now!"
Douglas hesitated, frowning.
"Go on -phone him!" Bruno's eyes challenged the man, daring him to pick up the telephone and speak to Mark Hammond personally.
Douglas dropped his eyes. "All right", he said. "You win. What do I have to do? What sort of terms did you have in mind?"
Bruno walked past him and ran his eyes slowly over Caroline. The girl was wearing a very short mini dress; a bright, op-art creation in dazzling, clashing colours which clung silkily to her body and ended only a few inches below her crotch. With his back to Douglas, Bruno said:
"You know, I've been thinking about that first night of our holiday ... I was pretty slow, wasn't I? There you were, having a marvellous time together, and I played the heavy -the odd man out!
"Let's have a flashback, shall we? Suppose we turn the clock back and play that scene again: from the point where I make my entrance!"
"That's not very funny, Bruno!" Daphne got up from her chair in the far corner of the room and walked towards him. "I don't think that's very funny at all!"
"Who's laughing? Certainly not me!" Bruno kept his eyes on Caroline. The girl raised her head slowly and gave him a strange, half-frightened, half-curious look.
"Take you, for instance, Daphne*. His wife stopped, about five feet away from him. "You want sex pretty badly, don't you? You're not terribly fussy whether you're with a man or a woman -you just need to go further and further ... trying out every possible combination and position!
"Stop fooling yourself! You didn't really arrange that little orgy for poor old Bruno's benefit! And we all know it!" He was still staring at Caroline, talking to Daphne but exchanging a long, intense and mutual gaze with the girl ...
"We also know that Douglas hasn't very much choice in the matter, don't we? Unless he'd prefer to withdraw like the gentleman he is and leave us to get on with it?" Douglas was silent. "No? Well, that leaves you, darling!" He moved two paces nearer to Caroline. "What have you got to say about it? Eh?"
Daphne grabbed his arm and swung Bruno round to face her.
"What are you doing this for?" she pleaded. "Why, Bruno? What's got into you? You don't really want us to do these things, you know you don't!"
He pulled his arm free. "I told you", he replied coldly.
"I don't like being used ... manipulated! I was the square, wasn't I? The innocent who wasn't supposed to realise what was happening under his nose? Go on into the bedroom and draw the curtains: I want to see the entire performance this time, not just the climax!"
It had begun as a plan for revenge on them, Bruno realised. A sweetly humiliating vengeance for their scheming and -in particular -Daphne's patronising way of "looking after his interests". But now, staring into his wife's eyes and knowing that she was slowly capitulating, Bruno saw that these reasons were totally inadequate to explain his conduct.
She was right. He wasn't really like this: it was as much out of character as Daphne's flaunting of her body in the Estoril villa. Perhaps her recently acquired sensuality was contagious! Maybe she, too, was hungry for novelty and a change of scenery -and it had affected Daphne in this particular way; she sought fresh kicks in different sexual experiences ...
Bruno didn't care very much what motives had inspired him to blackmail Douglas into a sex orgy. He had felt, during the minutes when he was staring into Caroline's eyes, a strong and rising desire to caress the girl's body.
His fingers itched, the palms of his hands were slightly damp with the urge. Bruno wondered momentarily if it was the girl's intimate connection with Daphne that had triggered his sudden lust for her. He had honestly never thought about her as a sex partner until this afternoon, and had scarcely glanced at Caroline after surprising her with Douglas and Daphne.
Now ... He felt that the reasons and motives behind his present state of mind were completely irrelevant. He was only truly aware of the trembling at his loins, the tense state of his prick as it stirred beneath his tight hipster slacks.
Without saying a word, Daphne walked in front of him and disappeared into the bedroom. A moment later they heard the swish of the curtains being drawn. Bruno reached out his hand to Caroline -and the girl took it, allowing him to pull her up from the chair and draw her firmly against his body.
She put her arms around his waist, locking her fingers at the base of his spine and letting herself lean forward. Bruno nuzzled his cheek against hers, stroking firmly up and down her back -feeling the warmth and softness of the girl's skin through her thin, silky dress.
"Let's dance!" he whispered into her ear. And started to force Caroline in a slow, sensual series of movements towards the bedroom.
She made no protest, gliding in his arms with a snuggling complacence, her head resting on his shoulder and her eyes closed.
Douglas was left standing in the middle of the lounge, holding his half-empty glass in one hand, the other raised in a futile gesture of ineffectual outrage. He watched Bruno and Caroline pass through the open door into the bedroom and move out of sight. For the space of, perhaps, five seconds Douglas hesitated. Then he tossed off his whisky and followed them, slamming the door shut and plunging the room into semi-darkness.
Daphne had already stripped off her dress and was lying seductively on the bed clad only in her bra, stockings and panties. The last rays of the dying sun were filtering through a small gap in the curtains, but they cast only a very small amount of light -making their figures shadowy and vague.
"We don't want to make Daphne feel embarrassed", Bruno whispered in Caroline's ear. He kissed the lobe tenderly. "Why don't you slip out of your dress?"
"Why don't you help me?" the girl suggested. She rubbed her body more firmly against him, her breasts pressing heavily into his chest.
Bruno felt for the buttons, unfastening them as slowly as possible and caressing the warm skin which his fingers were gradually laying bare. He had to stoop a little to reach the lower ones and as he drew her short dress away from her back his hands cupped the pantie-clad cheeks of her bottom, fondling them with probing, greedy fingers.
Caroline slipped the straps off her shoulders, then let the garment rustle to the floor between their bodies. Bruno rose to his full height again, holding the girl tightly to him, looking down at the marvellously rich globes of her breasts. They stuck out proudly from twin, lace-trimmed cups -the white swells overflowing the tight, nipped-in harness.
His hands roamed over her now nude back, found the thin strap of her brassiere and unhooked it expertly. She wriggled her shoulders, holding him slightly away from her body so that the bra could join her dress on the carpet. It dropped away from her breasts slowly, as if reluctant to leave the warmth of her flesh, and Caroline ran her fingers beneath them, jiggling the full and creamy orbs and whispering: "Do you like them?"'
Bruno nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the wonderful spectacle. She rubbed her thumbs deliberately over her nipples, causing them to perk up stiffly. Bruno let his hands fall to the girl's buttocks again, gripping the cheeks more firmly and making them shiver and wobble under his fingers.
"Let's go to the bed", he urged her. "I want to feel them properly!" Bruno's cock was writhing furiously now, making the front of his trousers bulge out ominously.
Caroline dropped one hand and let it brush softly against the protuberance.
"My!" she whispered. "You're really hard, aren't you? I think we ought to have those pants off, you know your poor prick can scarcely move inside them!"
He led her quickly to the bed, lowering the girl alongside Daphne's scantily-clad body, where she immediately moved as close as possible to the woman and draped her arm around Daphne's shoulders. Her fingers were just able to reach the soft slope of Daphne's upper breast; they fumbled beneath the black brassiere and, by stretching her arm, Caroline managed to push them onto the woman's nipple, rubbing the red morsel into erectness beneath Daphne's bra.
Bruno had paused to strip off his shirt and slacks before joining the girls. He was about to pull his underpant down as well when Caroline stopped him.
"Let me do that", she insisted. And he felt her soft fingers tugging at the tight waistband of his briefs, dragging them carefully over the hard bulge of his cock. She exposed his genitals completely, then let her hand trickle teasingly over the low-slung balls and upwards onto his shaft.
When they had caressed up to his belly, Caroline stroked the hairs gently, whispering: "Take them right off, Bruno. Then push yourself against me! I want you so much ...! The last words were no more than the merest murmur, a soft, liquid sigh.
He pulled the pants down his legs and climbed onto the bed, laying his hand on Caroline's waist -his fingers just above the white elastic of her panties. The girl slipped her other arm around his shoulders, keeping her right hand in Daphne's brassiere, and drew him gradually on top of her nearly-naked body.
Bruno lowered himself down, feeling Caroline's yielding flesh meeting his own: their bellies pressing tightly together, his prick pulsing against the girl's hard pubic mound.
Daphne had unfastened her brassiere now and the undergarment was being slipped away from her shoulders by Douglas. Caroline's husband had stepped to the side of the bed and removed his own trousers and shirt. He now lay beside Daphne, wearing only his nylon pants; the swelling of his prick bulging into the woman's thigh.
Her head turned towards Daphne, Caroline whispered: "Thanks", and proceeded to caress the naked breast thoroughly -her fingers twisting the orb upwards so that she was able to play with the nipple.
Daphne contented herself with Douglas's cock; slipping her hand between the man's thighs and closing her fingers tightly around the rigid, trembling weapon. She brought him quickly to a peak of excitement, her expert fondling -even through the material of his underpants -giving Douglas a sharp, delicious thrill.
The twitching of his prick became more and more intense, his shaft straining against the tender caress of Daphne's fingers. He put his own hand on her crotch, rubbing around the sinewy flesh below her mons veneris until his fingers pushed into the slit of her cunt -forcing the silk of her panties to sink inwards between the lips.
His palm resting firmly on her pubic mound, Douglas frigged his tightly-squashed fingers up and down the long, plump swelling of her sex: increasing the speed gradually so that the woman was worked into a steadily progressive excitation.
Meanhwile, Bruno had wriggled down Caroline's body until his mouth was over the girl's breasts. He surveyed the tempting nipples avidly, then cupped one of her tits between his fingers and shaped it into an elongated pear. His lips parted, Bruno closed the distance and sank his teeth greedily into the hard, ripe teat -worrying it roughly, shaking Caroline's breast from side to side as he alternately sucked and nibbled on her pearl-hard cherry.
His free hand fumbled for her panties, but she stopped him; grabbing his wrist and guiding it to her bottom. Caroline thrust herself up so that Bruno could squeeze his fingers beneath her buttocks, then lowered her body down again -pinning his hand between the sheet and her arse.
Bruno worked his fingers under the silk edge of her panties until they pushed into the sheen of her arseflesh. He rubbed them lustfully up and down the cheek, then stretched them until they were able to reach into the heated furrow of her bottom and flick against the girl's moist, velvet-soft rear hole.
Caroline, still fondling at Daphne's nipple with a continuous scratching action of her forefinger, took Bruno's cock in her other hand and guided it against the inside of her thigh -right at the top where her curvy leg joined her crotch.
She fumbled the tight silk away from her cunt, folding the material so that it completely exposed the plump, juicy lips, then began to steer his prick into the revealed red slit.
Skilfully wiggling her hips and thrusting them down wards, Caroline succeeded in getting Bruno's penis firmly into her quim. The fleshy cunt-folds snapped into place around the angry shaft, kissing Bruno's cock in a possessive, intimate mouthing -and he lunged slowly forward, thrusting his prick deeply into the girl's willing sex.
Caroline waited until he had penetrated her to his hilt, then pulled her panties snugly back into position: fitting the tight silk around Bruno's cock so that it pressed fiercely against the tender rod -just above his testicles.
And as Bruno started to fuck her, the edge of Caroline's panties rubbed roughly into his prick: sending a sharp sensation of pain-pleasure through his genitals.
She raised her knees deliberately, lifting them until they were level with Bruno's chest. He was still sucking urgently on her nipple -the swollen teat bruised and quivering in the heat of his mouth -and the girl's action, causing her panties to tighten and clench even more closely around his rod, made him bite into the hard, tasty bud with fury ...
Douglas had drawn Daphne's panties off by now and was stroking his hand up the inside of her stockinged thigh. The woman was relatively passive, lying on her back, her breast being fondled by Caroline's hand, her own fingers rubbing gently at Douglas's cock -which she had pulled halfway out of his underpants: the crown and half of his length protruding from the top of his tight briefs.
Her legs were parted, revealing the sweetly shaped hps of her cunt; the suspender belt biting into her soft flesh just above her sex-mound.
Douglas felt his fingers tingling as they caressed the electric silk of her stocking. Beneath the hose, Daphne's thigh was particularly fleshy and soft. The woman was relaxing her leg muscles on purpose, knowing that the man loved to fondle her thigh with the skin loose and supple.
He moved his fingers onto the naked area between her stocking-tops and crotch, spreading his hand out to encompass as much of the gorgeous sleek thigh as possible.
They roved anxiously across the curve of Daphne's crotch, crooking at the second joint to slip between her cunt-lips and probe deliciously inwards. He sank all four fingers into her slit, using his thumb to give her violently sensitive clitty a taunting, rhythmical rub.
Daphne came to life at this caress, the man's ceaselessly tormenting thumb provoking her poor, tender clitoris to a wild, tickling frenzy.
She frigged his prick more urgently -shaking the visible top half between her forefinger and thumb, jerking it ruthlessly and causing the foreskin to move up and down over the helmet at a fantastic speed.
But this did very little to satisfy the woman. Daphne ached to feel his cock sliding into her body, to feel his hard, rigid length forcing the lips of her cunt to open ...
Gasping for breath, she drew him on top of her, stretching her thighs wide and manipulating his weapon until it was poised at the opening of her agitated quim. Not bothering to pull his underpants down, Daphne levered Douglas's horny staff into her wet slit, greedily bearing down on the fast-sinking cock___
It was beating with a mighty, quivering pulse against the hot walls of her cunt, the iron-hard phallus cramming Daphne's soft and liquid hole to capacity.
Douglas could feel his black underpants sticking with agonising pressure into the tender spot where his balls were joined to his prick. The tight elastic waistband was constricting his testicles -and each time he withdrew from Daphne's quim it seemed to stretch more tautly against them. Then, as his passion mounted and his fucking increased its momentum, Douglas realised that, imperceptibly, his pain had become pleasure! Far from hurting him, the tightness of his briefs felt incredibly sexy and stimulating! He renewed his strokes in and out of Daphne's cunt with vigor -careening his cock more and more violently into the woman's lusciously moist crack.
Now that Douglas was safely inside her, Daphne allowed her hand to stray across to Caroline's stomach. She pushed her fingers between Bruno's body and the girl's and poked them securely downwards until they were able to touch the raised protuberance of Caroline's Mount of Venus.
She fondled the hard, sexy mound briefly, then splayed her fingers and thrust them between the oily, urgently fucking prick working them relentlessly into the girl's cunt -squeezing her digits alongside Bruno's pistonlike shaft.
They were unable to penetrate Caroline fully, of course, but Daphne did manage to insert them a fair way into the girl: moving them in a firm, precise wiggling against the wet red flesh which surrounded Caroline's vulva.
She could feel Bruno's cock pushing past her fingers as it rammed its fiery path in and out of the girl's quim. The rigid, blood-coloured weapon squashed through her open digits and gave Daphne an added thrill; combining with the pleasure of Douglas's fucking penis and making her experience an overwhelming ecstacy ...
Before he grew too carried away, Bruno thought it would be pleasant to adopt an even closer and sexier grouping. He deliberated on the possible variations for a few moments, then:
"Would you like to suck me?" he whispered into Caroline's ear. The girl was too engrossed in her enjoyment to understand him at first. Bruno repeated the suggestion.
She nodded, half-opening her hot-lidded eyes to give him a tender, enraptured stare. Bruno eased his prick out of her cunt and crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling over Caroline's face and aiming his glistening cock at the girl's mouth.
She stretched her lips wide and sucked the long, thick stem inwards, running her tongue lasciviously over the spunk-stained shaft and wriggling her mouth sexily on her prize.
Daphne murmured softly to Douglas, her mouth brushing against his neck. And he slid his penis slowly out of her quim and waited until the woman had positioned herself intimately between Caroline's thighs. When she had buried her face in the girl's crotch and was sucking deeply into Caroline's cunt -her head bobbing up and down, then from side to side -Douglas moved behind her.
He placed his hands firmly on her buttocks and stretched them as wide as possible. Daphne was kneeling with her bottom stuck rudely in the air, her back bent over and her legs akimbo.
Douglas knelt closely behind her and carefully levered his cock into her from behind -holding it steady and drawing the lips of her quim open with his free hand. A little patience, a little judicious manouevering, and he succeeded in penetrating her ...
Once more he felt his prick roving with long, angry thrust into Daphne's cunt. And beyond her he could see his wife -a view which was slightly obscured by Bruno's thighs -as she sucked deeply on another man's penis. Somehow, the spectacle didn't bother Douglas. He thought of them at the moment as being one multi-limbed Being: a sprawling, insatiable monster whose appetite for selfish lust was turned in upon itself. Forever fondling, caressing and sucking at its own various mouths and genitals.
He knew that his climax was imminent; a harsh, urgent desire was spreading through him to shoot his spunk relentlessly into Daphne's tight-lipped quim.
And she, in turn, would take the full force of Caroline's love-juice down her throat. The girl-fluid would be expelled through her cunt and soak his prick ...
Then Bruno, his cock licked and sucked until his sperm could no longer be contained, would spill his seed into Caroline's mouth ... where the hot, fatty milk must be pumped through the girl's stomach and dripped out of her pussy into Daphne's lips ...
And so on, forever and ever -a closed and vicious circle which could never be broken ...
Douglas, teetering helplessly on the brink of babbling insanity, clasped his hands tightly around Daphne's breasts, leaning forward over the woman and jetting his spunk gloriously into her -a tense, silver spray of thick cream which felt as if would never end ...
The fast-flowing stream which gushed into her cunt tickled Daphne into yielding her own love-juice. With her tongue running wild inside Caroline's already bubbling quim, she reached the peak of her lust and tried frantically to remain there: straining her mind and her sex to prolong the orgasm indefinitely.
Her lips slithering on the slippery shaft of Bruno's cock, Caroline poured her milky cream out -the tantalising quivering of Caroline's tongue making it impossible for the girl to hold back another second ...
Sensing that the others had already passed the zenith of their pleasure, Bruno required only three or four quick and compulsive jerks of his prick to bring it to boding point. He grabbed at Caroline's wrist and brought the girl's hand to his cock, forcing her to hold it steady while he spurted his fat down her throat.
Before he allowed his head to fall back onto the pillow and sink into a sated, mindless sleep. Bruno opened his eyes and ran them slowly over his bed-partners.
"What do I do now?" he wondered, his lips mouthing the words silently. "Do I play fair with them and direct the play? Or do I thumb my nose at them?"
He felt too exhausted to come a decision at the moment. In any case, he reflected sleepily, neither alternative would completely resolve the situation. There would still be a doubt in his mind that he had done the wrong thing. There would always be a doubt ... always.
He had long ago ceased to hope that real life might come to resemble his plays: all the ends neatly tied and parcelled, no one left in uncertainty ... But it wasn't fair! It really wasn't -life should be like that! You shouldn't have to suffer these pangs of doubt and indecision.
That was one of the reasons he reacted so strongly against the Harold Pinter school of playwrights. They always left their characters' dilemmas unresolved.
Bruno wanted so much to know exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it. And no matter how he viewed it, the present situation seemed to require a purely arbitrary decision on his part. A solution of sheer ca price ...
He sighed wearily and let his head sink into the pillow. "To be or not to be ... to cheat or not to cheat!" Before his eyes finally closed, Bruno gazed once more upon the still, sprawled bodies of Caroline, Douglas and his wife.
And for several minutes after he shut them, their images remained on his retina -then faded gradually into a shapeless white reverie which, in turn, became a dreamless and very sound sleep.
Friggsville
Patricia wondered how long the maid was going to lie in her room, fiddling about with the duster. Not that she supposed that it really mattered for the had all the time in the world to spare. She knew her parents had gone for a sail, leaving her at the hotel to spend a lazy day. Still, she did want to change from her dress to a sun suit and bask on her balcony. Surely the maid would go away and leave her in peace? After speculating like this for a few minutes, she then thought that perhaps she was being a bit prudish. It was rather silly of her to worry about a mere servant. She divided that she would change there and then and think nothing of the presence of the maid. She stood in front of the mirror of the wardrobe admiring herself, pirouetting on her toes and running her hands over her flat stomach and round plump hips. Then she started to remove her clothes. Fust, her dress, casually and simply unbuttoning it down to the waist and them pulling it up over her head. Carelessly she tossed it on to the bed and once more looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw made her feel pleased. She was only sixteen, but married men looked at her in a frankly lecherous manner that excited her. And boys of her own age showed her tangible evidence of her appeal, evidence that she liked to hold between her soft fingers, and have pressed agains her belly and thighs. Even better than that she remembered with joy the few occasions that boys had been bold enough to go further with her and thrill her with the violation of her body. She had loved to feel their adolescent bodies between her thighs and their immature organs forcing their way into her willing but inexperienced vagina. This had not happened often enough for her liking but being so young and inexperienced, and although being thrilled at the time but still a little frightened at the prospect, she was not sure of what she could do to improve the situation. The boys she knew were mostly inexperienced as well and were too conscious of being repulsed to pursue their advances to their logical conclusion. Still she did have a lot of fun and she knew that she would have a lot more in the future. Her thoughts were never far from sex, especially when she was dressing or undressing and she could observe her own body at leisure. She was proud of what she had to offer and was delighted at the fact that she could and would lie able to go on exciting men.
She was thinking about sex as her slip followed her dress and she stood in bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings. She unfastened the clip of her bra and the imprisoneng garment slid away, unveiling Patricia's small but exquisitely shaped breasts. Her nipples stiffened as they met the free air and Patricia automatically stroked them with the tips of her fingers. She had forgotten that she was not alone but as she looked in the mirror again she suddenly became aware of the maid again. She saw the woman standing close behind her, also looking in the mirror and watching the scantily clad girl caress herself. Patricia removed her hands at once from her breasts as her cheeks flushed with the embarasment and looked at the woman properly for the first time. She saw that the woman was in her late twenties and was actually rather attractive. She was well proportioned with a very full bosom and long legs. She had thick red lips which were slightly parted and a strange sort of expression on her face, admiring and flattering, but also desiring like a man. Patricia stood perfectly still as, in the mirror, she saw the woman's hand come up, and felt them pushing through under her arms. She watched and waited with hated breath as the hands slid certainly forward, round to the naked surge of her bosom. To l�c approached like this by a woman, and a servant at that was quite intolerable, but Patricia tolerated it. The careful hands cupped her firm breasts deliberately, gently squeezing the springy flesh and lifting the youthful hillocks upwards. The young girl's reason ordered her to break the contact at once, but her emotions held her still as her breasts tingled at the other's touch. A thumb and forefinger imprisoned each of her nipples, then began to squeeze and draw out the hard little knobs of pink flesh until they crinkled and thrust out.
Patricia's breathing became labourer! as the woman stroked and rubbed, thrilling her to the utmost and giving her sensations of undeniable pleasure that made her turn her head with offered lips. The woman maintained her precise caressing as she look the impuslsively offered mouth in a long provocative kiss. A kiss that kindled the girl's passion as lips parted and tongues met in lascivious greeting. Patricia put her own hands behind her and clutched nervously at the woman's dress. Her breasts throbbed like mad and her nipples tingled blissfully as the woman's hands slid slowly away from them, down toward her tummy. Her vagina had begun to itch as it did when she was handling a boy's excited gentials. The woman's hads moved palms downwards over her body, inside the loose waistband of ther flimsy panties, overher smooth flat tummy, to toy with the tangled hair that moulded the mound of her treasure. The hands pressed against her groin and she felt her vaginal lips drawn apart, the several fingertips moving playfully along the length of her gash. One hand moved to send an invading finger searching into her passage, already moist and yielding. The other band lay overher pubic hair while a skilful finger stroked her sensitive clitoris.
Reluctantly withdrawing from the kiss the girl looked to the mirror and watched with fascination (he arms that crossed her abdomen and the bulges inside her panties that told of the hands that so clerverly and improperly were arousing her to a pitch of sexual desire. Without conscious reason, Patricia hastily tugged at the woman's dress, pulling it right up until her hands encountered frilly panties. She fumbled at the garment behind her and eventually got her bands inside to touch the woman's sticky cunt. Between her own thighs the girl felt utter bliss, the delicious prelude as she only knew too well, of a masturbated climax. She clawed wildly at the woman's gaping chasm in her frenzy of desire. Looking at the other woman's legs in the mirror, bared from ankle to belly, she was thrilled in the same way that she was with the sight of a boy with his trousers down.
"Let's do it properly," the woman suddenly exclaimed, breaking their embrace. "We needn't keep our clothes on here." And she began to pull off her clothes in front of the panting flushed girl. She quickly tossed her garments aside and proudly displayed her thrusting full breasts and densely forested cunt. Patricia felt hound to follow suit and deftly slid down her panties to bare her own pretty vagina to the woman's hot stare. For a moment they looked admiringly at each other, then Patricia was clasped in the woman's arms, her willing lips receiving a kiss of scorching intensity.
Somehow the bed seemed to draw them to it until they stumbled and fell onto it, still locked in each other's arms. The older woman broke away at last and to Patricia's surprise turned away from her. The woman turned herself round and her superb long legs sprawled astride Patricia's head with the wide open cunt right overher face. At the same time Patricia realised that the woman's head wis down by her stomach.
"This is the way to make love, darling." The woman laughed, "Just do it the way I do."
The girl gasped at the touch of a mouth kissing her cunt, pouting lips avidly devouring her yearning gash. And then there was a darting tongue, sliding like a snake inside her slit and licking to and for over her excited clitoris. To complete the act, a rigidly held thumb was thrust deep into her moist passage. With a cry of sheer joy Patricia grasped the maid's bare bottom and pulled her magnificent cunt down to her face. Trembling with eager longing she kissed the woman's mature organ, slobbering messily at the gaping hole. Her tongue experimented along the raw gash and settled to a rapid licking when it located the swollen clitoris.
It would have been impossible to say who was the more excited, the woman or the girl; the woman for the thrill of another seduction of an innocent girl; or the girl because of her discovery of a new sexual delight. But each went for the others cunt with feverishly working mouth, and each writhed and heaved under the others ministrations. Two shapely naked bodies trembled with desire and sweated with lust. Two healthly females gave their enraptured cunts to the thrills of lesbianism. The sweetly innocent Patricia was convulsed with the supreme pleasure first, her smooth white belly heaving rhythmically, and her firm thighs twitching uncontrollably. But the woman was quickly in harmony with her, heaving even more strenuously and shuddering all over. Each one gave and received a full flow of female love juice.
Patricia was in seventh heaven, her teen age body tingling all over with the thrills of her initiation into unrestrained lesbian love. She just couldn't force her tongue far enough into. The gaping juicy cunt of the woman. As for the maid she could ask for no more satisfying lover than a highty respectable and pretty young girl, previously innocent of feminine caresses.
She had worked her own cunt lecherously to and fro an the girl's mouth, while her own tongue took a vicious delight in teaching the joys of sweet perversion to a young girl.
The two lovers lay together, sweating and breathing heavily as the indescribably enjoyable tingle of their embraces still pervaded their bellies. Very slowly the woman twisted her body round until she lay the same way as the girl. Then their mouths were savagely clamped together in a passionate kiss. Then as they lay happily on the lied, fondling each other nipples and cunts, they talked about themselves. Patricia admitted that she was only sixteen, still at school, until then innocent of female caresses, but had a little experience of juvenile immorality with boys of her own age.
The maid's name was Joan, she was twenty six, and was very much experienced in all forms of love and perversion with both women and men. She told Patricia that she was completely bisexual, but did have a preference for making love to women. She also told the girl that she could introduce her to every worth while experience in sex.
Patricia was excited when Joan said, "You ought to have a proper cock inside you, my dear. Those young boys are all very well, but they don't know enough and their pricks aren't big enough. "You'll love it, to get a fully grown man's cock stuck right up your cunt."
Patricia thrilled to the other's blunt way of speech and use of obscene words. Patricia had beard all the words but she was really too shy to use them herself. "Oh, I would," she replied. "It must be awfully thrilling. Most of the boy* I know are too scared to really try anything except feel you and get you to masturbate them. I've often wanted them to...er...fuck me..., but I didn't know how to make them."
"That's right, darling, use all the words. You want to be fucked, and you want a big prick stuck up your randy cunt. Say so. Anyway after I've arranged a few things for you, when you go hack off holiday you'll be able to get all the cock you want. But you musn't take too much of an interest in men as such, just their genitals. Fit do my best to get you a virile lover tonight, here in your bedroom. And you can do it in the dark the first time so that you won't feel any inhibitions." The talking had made both of them excited again and Joan continued, "but now..." and started to chew Patricia's left nipple. At the same time her knee was pressed between the girl's thighs, pushing at the youthful cunt, moving determindly to and fro.
Patricia trembled with longing at the electric thrills in her bosom. Then she became aware of the action of the rounded knee forcing her cunt lips wide apart and moving regularly over her clitoris. She felt her love grow strong and gave herself fully tot he rhythmic knee. She felt herself coming and clutched at Joan's thigh to encourage the strange seduction, urging the knee more firmly into her groin and speeding the fetching movement. She caught her breath and sobbed with exultation as she lost all control and her squashed cunt heaved and jerked with its sticky climax. Joan felt the girl's pleasure covering her knee with fluid and she quickly moved the young hand from her thigh to her cunt, content to relieve herself with a simple masturbation.
Patricia's band, used to exploring her own cunt, soon found Joan's hard swollen clitoris and rubbed it expertly. Joan moved her hips in time to the girl's strokes and soon she too had arrived at her orgasm, flooding the girl's hand with her juice. Again they embraced, kissing and fondling each other until their passion had once more subsided. Then Joan, reluctantly got off the bed and got dressed.
"I will have to go now, I still have some rooms to do. I will come and see you tonight, and be ready to expect a visitor." Then she left, Patricia lay on the bed, arms and legs wide apart, cunt hot but relaxed, breasts and nipples firm and erect. Day dreaming she thought of the pricks that she was doing to get, she was now fully aroused and aware of the possibilities, and her own ability to satisfy her sexual cravings. Gradually one hand crept nearer her cunt and she pulled her knees up and back. Slowly she fingereg herself, sticking two fingers into her wet open gash and rubbing her clitoris at the same time with the back of her humb. Quickly she jerked her hips as her hand increased speed until she felt herself coming. As her cunt gushed forth its offering she brought her thighs together imprisoning her hand. Her cunt throbbed as it bathed her hand and her hips jerked convulsively.
Later she got up and dressed and went down to the beach. Every where she went, she was not only conscious of the half dressed men and women basking themselves in the sun and the piercing lecherous looks she got from men, but of the functions of their bodies. Each good looking man or woman she saw was so much prick or cunt. She tried to imagine what each woman's cunt was like. Did she have a long deep gash with thick lips, or was it a hald hidden slit? Was that woman's cunt hairy or not, and how big was her clitoris? The bulges in men's trunks were a fascination to her and she blushed continually as she tried hard,not to look too hard and obviously. What would that man look like completely naked next to her readying himself to push his prick deep into her cunt? She walked around in a daze with these and similar thoughts buzzing around in her mind but gradually she got herself under control with a great effort of will. She knew if she didn't she would go berserk and was liable to go up to the nearest man and offer herself to him there and then on the public beach.
Eventually she found a more deserted part of the beach and lay down to sun herself. She toasted herself for an hour and then returned to the hotel for lunch by herself. When she had finished site couldn't face going back to the beach so she went to her room. First she tried to read a book but didn't get very far with it so she had a nap. When she woke it was early evening so she got up and went for a walk before having an early dinner. She hadn't seen her parents return so she assumed that they had gone out some where after the sailing expedition and would come back late. She was anxious for her expected rendezvous with her unknown lover and after she had eaten she went up to her room and waited.
After an hour or so there was a knock at the door. Patricia opened it for Joan who lightly kissed her cheek and closed the door behind her.
"You'll have to come with me to my room," she said. "I've made all the arrangements. Til meet you in the ladies room of the bar in an hour."
Then she again kissed her lightly on the cheek and was gone. For Patricia the next hour was a torment. She wandered around aimlessly, continually looking at her watch and finding that only two minutes had passed since she had last looked at it. Finally though she went to the meeting place to comb her hair and paint her lips. Joan came in after her and motioned her to follow. They went into the staff quarters and eventually they were standing in Joan's room.
"Take off all your clothes, dear and slip right into my bed. I'll put the light off and a very capable man will come and visit you. Don't talk to him on any account, just give all you can. And have fun, darling."
Thus Joan issued the instructions to Patricia and she, tingling all over with anticipation, peeled off her clothes. One in the nude she couldn't help touching herself in front of her mentor, and rubbed her hand over her mound. Joan gave her a playful slap on the bottom, kissed her tenderly, and pushed her over to the bed.
A few minutes later the maid was along the corridor talking to a well built middle aged man.
"It's all arranged, Mr. Scott. There's a very desirable young lady in the bed, waiting to oblige you. She's not a prostitute, and she's a bit reserved but she wants it all right. Don't talk to her, just have all the fun you feel like with her, you can be as dirty as you like. I think we said ten pounds, didn't we. Thank you, Mr. Scott, this way."
The man handed her the money he had ready and she led him to her bedroom door. Outside she smiled and gave him a kiss, letting her hand pass over the front of his trousers where she could feel his cock already stirring manfully.
Patricia lay between the cool sheets, her thoughts racing madly as she waited for her first real man. She was fingering her cunt to steady her desire, for she had seen some photographs of adult men and she knew what incredible organs thay had. She hoped she would be able to accomodate and please the unknown man that Joan had found for her.
The door opened and closed. She heard movements across the room and heavy breathing. There was a rustling of clothing being removed, the sound of shoes being placed on the floor. The bed sank at one side, the sheets were pulled down and a body slid into bed beside her.
The girl was petrified now the moment bad arrived. She lay absolutely still as the stranger settled down into the lied. Then a big hairy hand tout bed her arm and slid over her bosom to grip her shoulder. She was drawn towards the intruder till his breath was on her cheek, and his lips, thick and sensual, met hers in a kiss that seemed familiar in a way, yet new. The man evidently liked the taste of her, for her prolonged the kiss till her lips were forced apart, and his thick tongue insinuated itself into her mouth.
She had to twine her arms round his neck and hold him to her, admiring the broadness of his shoulders and the hairiness of bin chest as he was pressed against her own body. Then suddenly against her naked thigh she felt something very hard that she knew was the only thing that mattered to her about the man.
She knew nothing of the art of love and she simply allowed her instincts to take over and just do the things she felt compelled to. Her hand slid purposefully down the man's powerful body to his muscular belly. She marvelled at the thick mass of hair as she felt lower to seize hold of his superb fully erect penis. The man started, at her bold initiative and thrust his trunk forward to show that he appreciated it. Her small hand grasping his thick shaft excited him and he put his own hand on her wrist so that he could help her to rub him up. Patricia was adept at wanking hoys and it pleased her to find that a grown man got the same pleasure from it. She wrapped her fingers round his rigid organ and frigged him with a steady stroke. As she wanked she felt the man getting worked up and soon he began to gasp and grunt, but this not not to last.
Suddenly he twisted over on top of her and forced her legs apart with his knees. She still held on to his cock and directed it for him as he abruptly lowered his body onto hers. His fat knob came between her loins to the mouth of her cunt. His hand was at her cunt, feeling it and holding the outer lips apart as he lowered his body. The swollen knob touched the entrance to her slit and she had a moment of panic as she thought of his great sized prick much bigger than any she had been used to. But before she could get really anxious he had thrust his belly at her and his beautiful instrument of pleasure sharted to glide into her.
The man knew that the girl who had been procured for him was young, very young, and this pleased him. Her body was full, in adolescent bloom and smoothaand soft to handle. She obviously found his adult penis impressive, and he realised that she had not, in all probability, handled such a big one before. It gave him a terrific desire to fuck her, and use her, with all zest he could muster. He loved to feel a nice wet cunt closing over the full length of his shaft, especially a tight and hardly used one like this. Patricia had to hold tight to him as he put the whole solid length of this weapon inside her, to prevent herself from crying out, so enormous was the hard flesh stretching her immature cunt. She had never fell anything like it before. It pained her, but still thrilled her to the core.
And the fucking he gave her was trully magnificent, in keeping with his size and strength. The man drove his prick up and down the girl's passage with increasing lust. For Patricia the vigour of his action was new and exciting, and she squirmed her body to urge her partner further into her, discovering with pleasure that the more prick she got, and harder that it was thrust into her, the greater her joy. Both of them were frantic and neither had the heart of mind to delay the supreme sensation. The man had an uncontrolable desire to fill the girl's cunt with his potent spunk, to prove to her his virility, and he was in no mood to delay his ultimate pleasure to consider her feelings. And the girl wanted to prove her sexual capabilities by draining this man of his whole male strength. Neither of them considered the other as they raced with increasing speed to a raging climax. The man thrust his rock hard cock harder and deeper into her willing avaricious body while the girl bucked her hips and threshed her torso in an effort to swallow his penis for ever in her greedy vagina. At the pace they were going neither could last very long and the man ejaculated first. He poured out his manhood in an awe inspiring flood that convulsed him as if he had received a violent electric shock. His prick kicked and jerked, plunged to he limit in the girl's cunt, his hairs mingled with hers and his balls hard against her buttocks. His spunk shot from his swollen knob in powerful bursts of the viscous fluid, emptying his halls, weakening his spine and giving, him a heady feeling of half intoxication and half fainting. His final assault was too much for Patricia, his penis packing her cunt to capacity, his spunk splashing hotly in her womb, and she heaved her belly and twitched her own orgasm down her hot sensation seeking cunt. They shuddered and writhed together, each squeezing the last tiny drop of pleasure from the other, determined to get all they could from their annonymous coupling.
They must have created a lot of noise at the finish, gasping and moaning with their exertions and pleasure, and Joan must have been listening in the corridor. For at once the door was opened and closed and the light switched on. The man and the girl blinked and looked at each other for the first time in the sudden unexpected illumination.
"Patricia!"
"Daddy!"
The man went white with alarm, then very red with shame and embarassment. The girl was close to tears, but slowly a smile spread overher face.
Oh, Daddy," she murmured. "You've done such a lovely thing to inc. I felt your love inside me, daddy darling, it was so beautiful and exciting.
You're so big and strong and it gave me such a thrill."
"Pat, my precious," he choked. "I've done a terrible thing to you. Oh, my God, this is dreadful. What shall I do?"
Joan then broke in, drawing attention to her presence in the room.
"Don't be such a hypocrite," she told him plainly. "Now your prick is soft and shrinking, you're outraged and full of remorse. But a few minutes ago you didn't give a damn whose daughter you were debauching. All you cared about was the hole you'd got your cock into-and you thought it was a wonderful hole, didn't you?"
Joan had come over to the bed as she spoke and was slipping off her clothes. Quickly she was nude, the last garment to go being her frilly black panties. As she slowly and lasciviously pulled them down her legs, she pushed her belly forward in an obscene manner to draw attention to her hairy cunt. Mr. Scott and Patricia both stared with fascination at her gestures as she stepped out of the flimsy garment and kicked it aside contemtuously. The lips of her cunt were plainly visible through the forest of thick hair and the tip of her pronounced clitoris. Joan stood in front of them and slowly rubbed the palm of one hand over her mound while gently caressing her breasts with the other. Her nipples were already hard and promineent and she gently tweaked them in turn.
Then she opened her legs, wet two fingers in her mouth, and slowly insinuated them into her gash. "If I said you could give your cock some fun in here now," she said, "you'd be fucking me at the double, wouldn't you, letting your own daughter watch you spend your lust on the body of a chambermaid. You'd get a lot of joy out of that, wouldn't you, you randy bastard."
And again she slid her fingers well inside her slit, leering at him as he licked his lips and slid across the lied towards her.
Joan took hold of the bedclothes and pulled them right down, uncovering the naked man and girl, revealing that even now he still had a restlesshand on her crutch. In spite of his professed shock, he was still feeling his daughter's ravished cunt, fondling it like a lover Between his thighs his penis beginning to harden again, stirring with desire into a virile weapon.
Joan's cunt was attractive and her naked body exciting. Her words drew him on, thrilling him, for his wife never spoke of their intercourse frankly and obscenly.
"You're a filthy bitch," he snarled at her. "You took my money and gave me my own daughter. Well, all right, I admit I enjoyed her. Why shouldn't I? She's a lovely girl and she's been very good. She's got her mother's body and my mind and I've got what she wants all right. But I don't pay for my own child. I've got a tenner's worth of servant girl due to me and I'm going to have it.
Patricia gasped at her father's outburst, then marvelled at the powerful stirring of his penis in her hand. She was not longer a shy adolescent girl, hut suddenly in the last few minutes had grown into a mature fuckable sexy woman.
"Gosh, daddy," she exclaimed. "You're-well, I mean, it's on the horn again already. And I know you filled me with your-er-spunk, because I felt it. I suppose I'm not really old enough for you:
