Her shoulders shook and her dry sobs filled the room. Then Lori's hands were on her shoulders. "I figured you'd crack in a hurry, honey. You're big, but that don't make you tough. Hell, you're just a kid in the game of being a dyke. You haven't been anywhere."
"Oh," Daphne sobbed, "I'm so alone."
Suddenly tender, Lori led Daphne to a small couch and helped her to sit. She sat at her side and her arm slipped around Daphne's shoulders, soft words spilling from her mouth all the while.
"Don't you worry, honey. Lori's gonna see that you get treated right."
Daphne's eyes rolled, but she was powerless to pull herself from the other girl's grasp. She felt the hands creep up her arms and then cup her face. Her head was turned toward Lori and then the girl's face came close. "Don't be afraid," Lori whispered.
A hand was on her thigh and it was placed directly on her crotch. The fingers came to life and wormed against Daphne's pussy-mound. She could feel each twitch of the girl's hand as it wormed into her twat. Her skirt was being hiked up. Daphne squirmed but her movements only permitted the other girl to get her hand more deeply between her legs. Soon, she was reacting, much as she hated the thought. Her body was alive and it was in need, so that Daphne was no longer in command of her senses.
"No…"
"Easy, honey."
Tears filled Daphne's eyes again and then they rolled down her cheeks. They were splashing down the front of her blouse as Lori clucked at her. But the hand was still busy while its mate was pulling the blouse from Daphne's waist. She bared Daphne's belly and placed her hand flat against it.
"My, what skin. As flawless as a diamond."
She hiked up Daphne's skirt and the hand went underneath. Fingers snaked over her naked thighs and back to the cunt-mound. Daphne knew that her panties were damp and now Lori knew it, for she chuckled. "You tell me one things but your pussy tells me something else. I'm just like you are, Daph," Lori said. "I get tired of men, too. I get tired of having that big pole shoved up my aunt. I like a little woman-loving once in a while. You know, sweet, gentle, and tender. Oman, loosen up a little. Put your hand on my pussy. It wants you."
Daphne's mind screamed no, but her body wouldn't answer. Her hand, all by itself, moved to Lori's dress. One by one the buttons uncoupled and the dress fell away to completely reveal Lori's vibrant young body.
"That's it. That's better, Daphne. Start with my breasts. Suck on them!" Lori lay back on the sofa.
Daphne took first one and then the other of Lori's throbbing nipples into her mouth, expertly toying the hardened knobs with her hot, wet tongue. Then she slid downward, her face and tongue passing gently over the little swell of the other girl's stomach and settling into the soft hair between the girl's thighs. Her lips formed a sucking kiss that brought a sudden gasp of excitement from Lori. Daphne lifted her eyes and looked at the girl's face between her swollen tits. It was twisted into a mask of rapture and passion.
Daphne moved to her knees and put her arm around the girl's shoulders. Then she moved her head upward until she could kiss Lori. She forced her tongue gently through the semi-parted lips and explored fully the soft warmth of the young mouth.
The kiss was sweet and exciting, and Daphne found herself enjoying it. She held Lori so tightly that their bodies were pressed closely together. The woman's expert tongue slid in and out of Lori's mouth and the other's lips and body were so warm and comforting that any tension left in Daphne's body was done away with, leaving only ripples of excited lust flowing across her flesh.
The kisses became more passionate. "More, oh God, don't stop!" Lori moaned. She was lost in the tenderness and excitement she felt flooding and twisting through her body.
"DO you love me, Lori?" Daphne moaned. "Do you love me?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" Lori screamed, arching her body high into the air and tearing at the sofa with her nails. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue. Suck my cunt! Give it to me!"
She began writhing and squirming her body under the kisses and kneading hands of the woman. Her tits heated with the attention they were receiving from ardent hands.
But Daphne was in no hurry. The girl's firm, thrusting up entranced her so much that she increased her efforts at sucking and squeezing them. At last her hands went below, her nails lightly skipping across the girl's quivering flesh to find the inside of her thighs and then slide upward to the now soaking, hot, dark mound of young, vibrant pussy.
Lori's legs were thrashing in response and her head and shoulders jerked convulsively in anticipation. The girl began moaning and whimpering as Daphne's fingers slid up and down the wet gash, pausing occasionally to press knowingly against the sensitive spot at the very top of the wet slit.
Suddenly, Lori's body was on fire. Her moans became lustful screams and her own hands began exploring the other's body. Her nails dug into Daphne's flesh as if she could force the satisfaction she needed from the other woman.
"Oh, Daphne," she groaned. "Hurry… please hurry. I can't wait for it. Hurry… yes… yes, oh, God, yes, your tongue. There, oh, your tongue's so hot! There! Harder! Do it harder! Oh, shit…"
When Lori's hips tensed and her back bowed and her whole body went rigid with her first orgasm, Daphne lunged delightedly and drove her head again, even harder, into the soaking mass of cunt between the girl's widespread thighs. She sucked all she could of the girl's hot snatch-juice into her throat. Orgasm followed orgasm as the sucking sounds from Daphne's mouth joined in chorus with the screams of passionate pleasure from Lori.
The girl was in ecstasy. Her cunt and her whole body was erotically stimulated beyond endurance. Lori rewarded the woman's efforts with climax after climax of increasing intensity until both of their bodies glowed with perspiration and the sofa was soaked with gooey juice.
Then Daphne's expert tongue and clinging mouth sent the girl into a spasm too intense and too great to sustain.
"Now me," Daphne urged. "Suck my pussy now!"
"Maybe later," Lori said, struggling from beneath the blonde's body and grabbing her clothes.
"No, now!" Daphne cried. "What's the matter? Where are you going?"
"That was a good come you gave me, Daph. Really good, believe me," Lori said, leaning over and lightly kissing the woman on her juice-stained lips. "But it just made me hotter than ever. I've got to go get a cock to really cool it off."
Lori skipped from the room as Daphne tearfully called after her. "No. No! You can't leave me like this. Please, don't go. You said you loved me!"
But the girl was gone. Daphne slumped back on the sofa. "Oh, no… no," she sobbed. "Forgive me, forgive me, Claire!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Allison Dare and Gray Hendricks entered his room together. For some wild reason he was actually nervous. He couldn't understand it. This girl was extremely beautiful. Maybe even more beautiful than any woman he had ever taken to bed before. But then, he thought, so what?
She nevertheless had struck some strange cord in him that left his mind raffled and his body shaking. He sensed that she, too, was nervous. "Are… are you really a prostitute?" he asked. He was sorry the second he had said it.
She turned to face him, her velvet eyes meeting his in an unwavering stare. "Yes… does it bother you?"
"A little," he said truthfully. "But then, according to the Count, I guess I am, too."
"Did you swallow all that bullshit downstairs?"
"Let's say I'd like to," Gray replied. "A whole world full of beautiful women, like yourself, dying to go to bed with me? No fears, no guilt, no frustrations? Jesus, it's a man's paradise."