Stephanie's Trial by Susanna Hughes Page A

teasing didn't last long. Soon Stephanie couldn't
resist the temptation to take up a rhythm, circle the little bud of
nerves with the full weight of her tongue.
    Venetia
responded instantly. Her body began to heave, her breathing shallow
and erratic. Her big breasts were trembling so much she had to
steady them with her hands, pinching at her own nipples at the same
time. The sensations in her body began to coalesce.
    Stephanie
sensed her mounting excitement, feeling the thrills of Venetia's
body as they coursed through her nerves. Her clitoris was alive,
dancing under Stephanie's tongue. Venetia was at the brink, her
muscles stretched and taut, her body arched off the bed. At that
moment Stephanie drove two fingers straight into the depths of
Venetia's cunt, up into the flood of juices that ran down the silky
walls. Venetia groaned with sheer unadulterated pleasure. Stephanie
added a third finger and pushed all three as deep as her knuckles
would allow. Her little finger found the opening of Venetia's anus
and slipped into it with ease: the juices from her cunt had
lubricated it copiously.
    That was the
last straw for Venetia. Stephanie's hand, virtually her whole hand,
lunging into the two openings of her body, front and rear, took her
over the edge. Every nerve, every muscle, everything that was
capable of feeling sensation spasmed and locked. She arched off the
bed one last time and then collapsed, melted, fell backward into
pitch blackness and endless exploding pleasure, her mind completely
overloaded with feeling.
    But her
collapse did not last long. On the back of her orgasm was born a
new desire. Stephanie was kneeling at her side, her buttocks raised
in the air. Venetia let go of her breasts and reached over to pull
at Stephanie's leg. Stephanie knew immediately what she wanted. And
Stephanie wanted it too. She swung her legs open, without moving
her mouth from Venetia's sex, and planted her thighs either side of
Venetia's head, her sex, its thick pubic hair plastered down with
its own wetness, inches from Venetia's mouth.
    Stephanie's
tongue redoubled its efforts. Having felt Venetia's orgasm she
worked it harder, not making circles now but long sweeps up and
down the whole plane of her sex from clitoris to anus, like a child
licking an ice-cream, lapping up all the juices that ran from her
body. Then she went back to her clitoris again, tonguing it
delicately while her fingers reinserted themselves in cunt and anus
and drove home with no gentleness.
    Venetia tried
to concentrate, fighting the feelings that threatened to overwhelm
her again. She looped her arms around Stephanie's thighs and
levered her head off the bed. Her tongue found Stephanie's clit,
her fingers on her labia. Stephanie could not suppress a moan -
though it was gagged on Venetia's sex - as she felt Venetia's hot
mouth hard up against her already sensitised clitoris.
    Venetia
sucked, sucked the lozenge of flesh, sucked it up into her mouth
like a limpet clinging to a rock. Stephanie moaned again, feeling
herself tempted again, feeling that first telltale tingle that told
her she would not be satisfied until yet another orgasm was wrung
from her senses.
    Everything was
so exciting; every touch, every taste, everything she saw. What
Venetia did to her was perfectly matched to what she did to
Venetia. It was a harmony like music and both women knew it would
end only one way. They felt each other's excitement, felt the waves
of pleasure pounding through their bodies, the peaks getting higher
and the troughs deeper until there was nothing but feeling, their
clitorises and cunts raw with so much sensation, begging to be
released from the tension that filled them.
    There was so
little time between Venetia's orgasm and Stephanie's that it was
like one massive coming. So close were they, so perfectly tuned to
each other's body, so able to feel exactly what the other one felt,
each nuance of feeling, each wave of sensation, that it was as if
their orgasm was