Stephanie's Castle Read Free

clitoris with her hot
tongue. As soon as she was free of the teddy Stephanie lay back on
the bed again feeling Venetia's tongue probing her cunt. It left
her clitoris and licked all the way down to her arse. For a second
it flicked the rosebud of her arse, pushing for admittance, before
moving up to her cunt and inserting itself there, as far in as it
would go. Then back to the clitoris again, licking it hard, licking
it like an ice cream. Back down again, down to her arse, this time
getting into it a fraction, then cunt, then clitoris again, the
complete cycle. It was driving Stephanie wild. She had never had a
man do this to her.
    Venetia was
kneeling beside her and Stephanie opened her eyes to watch this
beautiful woman's body as it worked on her. Her long hair bobbed
and weaved as her head moved, her long legs tucked under her, the
roundness of her buttocks curving into the long arch of her strong
slim back.
    Venetia
concentrated on the clitoris now, licking and flicking at it
alternately with her tongue. At the same time she plunged, hard and
fast, two fingers into the depths of Stephanie's cunt, making
Stephanie moan. The fingers went in and out like a cock,
establishing a pattern with the movement of the tongue. Stephanie
felt her orgasm beginning, the first signs were always the same,
like the first notes of a symphony known by heart. She knew it
would build, rise, rest on a plateau, rise again and finally swamp
her. She knew she could hold it back deliciously for a while,
holding it at bay with some little mental trick, though enjoying
the pleasure of it being there. Then she would give in to it as she
did now. Take all the mental brakes off and let it pick up full
speed until it careered downhill out of control, until it destroyed
any sensation but itself.
    Stephanie sat
up and pulled Venetia up too. She took her cheeks between her hands
and kissed her mouth; not just kissed but licked it, licked up all
her own juices, savouring them like some expensive delicacy.
Venetia did not stop her. She let her lick around her mouth as well
as in it. Venetia liked to do this too. It was exciting to taste
yourself on the mouth of another. Her chance would come.
    As if reading
her mind Stephanie broke away from Venetia's mouth and trailed the
kiss down her body until she reached her breasts. She took one
nipple in her hand and the other in her mouth. She sucked it,
squeezed it hard between her teeth, pulled it away from the breast
with her teeth, imitating each action of her mouth on one breast
with her hand on the other. Each bite, each tug, made Venetia let
out a little cry of mock pain. She let herself slide back to lay on
the bed. Then Stephanie left her breasts and licked her navel. She
looked down at Venetia's sparsely haired pubis, only inches away
now. It was only the second time Stephanie had ever touched or
licked another woman. She was still excited, still hot, still wet
and still breathing in the way only sexual fever can induce. Her
lips were on Venetia's nether lips now. At first she kissed them
just as though they were a mouth, darting her tongue out between
her lips to find the clitoris, then back in again as though
experimenting with a French kiss for the first time. Then she
probed deeper with her tongue trying to get it deep into Venetia's
cunt.
    As she did
this she felt Venetia pulling at her ankle, so she would open her
legs and allow Venetia to get her face under her body and up
between her legs. She cooperated in the movement until she suddenly
felt Venetia's hot mouth clamp itself on to her still wet cunt.
    They were the
perfect combination, in perfect harmony. Every movement of tongue
on clitoris, tongue on cunt, mirrored and matched. Stephanie moved
her mouth to bite playfully on Venetia's thigh; Venetia did the
same. They could feel each other perfectly. They could feel their
erect nipples pressed against each other's navels; their soft,
smooth flesh so close the two bodies seemed to become