Venus's Scissors
Beatrice did not stop.
She relished the sensation of Jill's vaginal walls spasming and tightening around the dildo, pressing her own pelvis even closer.
"My, your inside... is so incredibly hot."
Beads of sweat formed on Beatrice's forehead as well. The opposite end of the dildo inside her was also stimulating her own walls. The two women were connected by a single toy, sharing their body heat and pulse.
"Now, shall we dance together?"
Beatrice gripped Jill's thighs firmly and began to swing her hips up and down.
Squelch... squelch... splat!
A lewd, wet sound echoed rhythmically. Every time Beatrice thrust down, the dildo pounded against the entrance of Jill's cervix, while simultaneously stabbing deep into Beatrice's own walls.
"Ahhn! Ah! Ah! It's too deep! Viscountess, it's too deep!"
"Haah...! Me too... It's deep for me too...! We're feeling it together!"
The groans of the two women harmonized and escalated. Beatrice's voluptuous breasts bounced against Jill's chest, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding and rubbing against each other.
Slurp... schlip... suck!
Beatrice leaned down to claim Jill's lips. Amidst their ragged breathing, their tongues tangled and their saliva mingled.
"Mmph... mmmph...!"
Jill wrapped her arms around Beatrice's neck, accepting her kiss. Below, a monstrous dildo stirred her insides, while above, a soft tongue ravaged her mouth. She couldn't keep her senses straight.
Beatrice pulled her lips away and trailed down Jill's neckline, taking Jill's pert, swollen nipple fully into her mouth.
Suck... schluurp!
"Ahhn! There! It tingles!"
The powerful suction on her nipple made Jill's hips arch. In response, the dildo drove even deeper inside her.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! My cervix! It's hitting my cervix!"
Love juice burst from Jill's pussy like an opened floodgate, dripping down Beatrice's thighs. Clear fluids also gushed endlessly from Beatrice's groin, leaving the junction of the two women completely drenched as if flooded.
Splat... splat... squelch... squish!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and fluids splashing filled the room explicitly. If sex with men was a violent conquest, this moment was a swamp of pleasure where they indulged in and melted into each other.
"Jill... don't just... stay still..."
Beatrice whispered into Jill's ear, panting heavily.
"You, too... show me how much you want me."
Stimulated by those words, Jill instinctively lifted her upper body. She opened her mouth toward Beatrice's luscious, swaying breasts right in front of her.
Chomp.
"Ahhn!"
As Jill bit down on Beatrice's nipple, Beatrice's body flinched and shuddered.
"Yes... like that... harder...!"
Like a starved beast, Jill sucked, licked, and bit Beatrice's breasts. Her hands tightly gripped Beatrice's buttocks, pulling her even closer to herself.
"Delicious... Your scent, Viscountess... I love it so much..."
Jill had already lost all reason. Matching the movements of Beatrice's hips, she lifted her own pelvis, inviting an even deeper penetration.
"Haang! Ah! Yes! Right there! Thrust harder!"
"This is insane... You really are... an exquisite vessel!"
Beatrice was excited by Jill's active response and picked up the pace.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The dildo struck both women's cervixes simultaneously.
"Kyaaah! Ah! Ah! I'm going! I'm cumming again!"
Jill's body convulsed once more as she hit her second climax. Her vaginal walls contracted violently, clamping down hard on the dildo.
The tight squeeze was transmitted directly to Beatrice through the connected dildo.
"Hnghh! Me, me too...!"
Beatrice also reached her climax, her back arching as she was stimulated by Jill's tight grip. But it wasn't the end.
"It's still... not enough."
Panting, Beatrice rolled Jill onto her side.
"Let's change positions."
The two women lay on their sides, facing each other. They intertwined their legs in a position resembling scissoring, with the double-ended dildo still firmly wedged between them.
"Deeper... so we can touch each other's deepest parts."
Beatrice lifted one of Jill's legs and wrapped it around her own waist. Then, she slid one of her own legs deep between Jill's thighs. Their pelvises pressed together without a single gap.
"Ugh... it's so tight... I feel like I'm going to burst..."
"Bear with it. The real fun starts now."
Beatrice hugged Jill's waist, pulled her hips back, and then slammed forward hard.
Thud! Thud!
"Hieek!"
Their pubic bones collided forcefully. The dildo created the illusion of penetrating deeper than the combined length of both their vaginas. The intense pressure of their cervixes being directly crushed.
"Move! Together!"
At Beatrice's command, the two women began to swing their hips back and forth.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Thrusting while lying face-to-face allowed them to see each other's expressions—their faces contorted in pleasure—from the closest possible distance.
"Haah... haah... Jill... your expression... is so incredibly lewd..."
"You too, Viscountess... hngh... you look amazing..."
Their own reflections in each other's eyes were the epitome of depravity. Sweat-drenched, disheveled hair, eyes bloodshot with pleasure, and lips glistening with saliva.
"More! Harder! Until we break!"
Jill cried out. She was now accepting even the pain as pleasure. It was a stickier, more persistent, and far more sensory stimulation than anything she had experienced with men.
Beatrice grabbed the nape of Jill's neck, kissing her deeply while grinding her hips like mad.
Splat! Splat! Squelch! Squish!
The love juice pouring from the two women's pussies didn't just drench the bedsheets; it was on the verge of dripping onto the floor. The room vibrated with the raw, sweet scent of females in heat.
"Ahhn! Ah! Ah! It's touching! It's touching! You're going to pierce my cervix!"
"Let it pierce! We'll pierce through each other and become one!"
The dildo mercilessly battered the entrances of both their cervixes. It was the limit. A threshold of pleasure they could no longer endure.
"Ahhh! It's coming! It's coming!"
"Together... let's go together!"
Beatrice hugged Jill's body as if to crush it, delivering one final, powerful thrust.
Clack... slap... thud... thud!
Their pubic bones slammed together so hard it made an audible sound.
"Kyaaaaah!"
"Hyaaaahn!"
With their simultaneous screams, both women's bodies stiffened as if struck by lightning. The inner walls of Jill's pussy spasmed wildly, spurting love juice like a fountain. Beatrice also trembled all over, discharging a massive amount of fluid.
The fluids erupting from inside them flowed down the dildo, soaking their bodies and drenching the sheets.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
The afterglow of the climax lingered, leaving the two women shivering in each other's arms for a long time. Their vision flashed white, and a profound exhaustion washed over them, leaving them unable to lift a single finger.
Beatrice kissed Jill's sweat-drenched forehead.
"...That was the absolute best."
Without even the strength to reply, Jill simply buried her face in Beatrice's chest, panting heavily.
Ah... seriously... I feel like I'm going to melt...
If sex with a man was an intense storm, sex with a woman was a sweet, sticky swamp that, once fallen into, was impossible to escape.
Just as Jill was about to drift off into a deep sleep, Beatrice whispered in her ear.
"But... it's still not enough."
She slowly pulled the dildo out of Jill's body. As the foreign object that had filled Jill's walls disappeared, a sense of emptiness washed over her along with a new thirst.
"This time... you should serve me too, my cute little kitten."
Beatrice sat with her legs spread right in front of Jill's face. Her flushed, wet vulva, glistening with love juice, was positioned right before Jill's nose. A thick, sweet female scent intensely stimulated Jill's nostrils.
Ah... this smell... is so good...
As if possessed, Jill stuck out her tongue. Beatrice leaned down and buried her face between Jill's legs. A sixty-nine position, facing each other's most sensitive spots.
Slurp...
Jill carefully licked Beatrice's swollen clitoris. A salty yet sweet, dense taste of a woman wrapped around the tip of her tongue.
"Hnghh...! Yes... right there..."
Beatrice let out a pleasant groan as she took Jill's clitoris into her mouth.
The tongues of both women began to explore each other's pussies simultaneously.
Jill gradually grew bolder. She pointed the tip of her tongue, swirling it around Beatrice's clitoris, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking greedily.
Suck... suck... slurp...!
"Ah! Ah! Jill... your tongue... is too good...!"
Beatrice's hips arched. As if in return, she lightly nipped Jill's clitoris with her teeth to stimulate it.
"Kyaah! It hurts! No, no! Harder... harder!"
At Jill's cry, Beatrice sucked on Jill's clitoris even more persistently. She pushed her tongue deep inside to stir the vaginal opening, then flattened it to lick up her entire pussy.
Lick, lick, slurp.
The wet sounds echoed explicitly throughout the room. Drunk on the taste of each other's fluids, they devoured one another frantically.
Their reason paralyzed by pleasure, only instinct remained. Without knowing who started first, they craved each other's genitals deeper and harder.
"Haah... haah... now... this is the finale."
After pleasuring each other for a long time, Beatrice sat up. Her mouth and chin glistened with Jill's love juice.
"We don't need toys. Only... our two bodies."
Beatrice laid Jill flat on her back, stepped between her legs, and pressed her own vulva against Jill's.
"Venus's Scissors... also known as the play of goddesses."
Beatrice crossed Jill's legs with her own in an X-shape. The most secret places of the two women, their fountains of pleasure, pressed together without a single gap. The sensation of hot, wet flesh directly colliding.
"Rub against me. Just as you feel it. Give me your everything."
Beatrice moved her hips, beginning to rub her clitoris against Jill's.
"Ahhn! Ah! Ahhn!"
The frictional heat of flesh grinding against flesh. The squelching sound of wet skin colliding. It was a more primal and direct stimulation than any toy could ever provide.
"It's good... so good... haahn! Lady Beatrice...!"
Jill also instinctively swung her hips, matching Beatrice's rhythm. Her thighs rubbed against Beatrice's, generating a scorching heat.
"Jill... you, too... are calling my name..."
Beatrice buried her face in the crook of Jill's neck, kissing her deeply. Their breasts pressed together, squishing and bouncing.
Their expressions were right before their eyes. Faces contorted in pleasure, lips wet with saliva, unfocused eyes. Seeing her own depraved reflection in the other's eyes brought an excitement far greater than any shame.
"More! Harder! Rub me until I break!"
Jill screamed. She was now accepting even pain as pleasure. It was a stickier, more persistent, and far more sensory stimulation than anything she had experienced with men.
Beatrice hugged Jill's waist as if to crush it, rubbing her body against her like crazy.
Splat! Splat! Squelch! Squish!
The love juice pouring from the two women's pussies didn't just drench the bedsheets; it was on the verge of dripping onto the floor. The room vibrated with the raw, sweet scent of females in heat.
"Ahhn! Ah! Ah! It's touching! It's touching! I feel like my clitoris is going to melt!"
"Then melt! Inside me! Inside each other!"
It was the limit. A threshold of pleasure they could no longer endure. Both of their bodies began to convulse simultaneously.
"Ahhh! It's coming! It's coming! Together...!"
"Let's go together! My Jill!"
Beatrice kissed Jill as if to swallow her lips whole, delivering one final, intense grind of her hips.
Squelch... squelch... squelch!
Their pelvises slammed together so hard it made their bones rattle.
"Kyaaaaah!"
"Hyaaaahn!"
Simultaneous screams. Both women's bodies stiffened as if struck by lightning. The inner walls of Jill's pussy spasmed wildly, spurting love juice like a fountain. Beatrice also trembled all over, discharging a massive amount of fluid.
The fluids erupting from their bodies mingled and flowed down their thighs.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
The afterglow of the climax lingered, leaving the two women shivering in each other's arms for a long time. Their vision flashed white, and a profound exhaustion washed over them, leaving them unable to lift a single finger.
Beatrice gently kissed Jill's sweat-drenched, panting forehead.
"...That was the absolute best, Jill."
Without even the strength to reply, Jill simply buried her face in Beatrice's soft breasts, panting heavily.
Ah... seriously... I feel like I'm going to melt...
If sex with a man was an intense storm, sex with a woman was a sweet, sticky swamp that, once fallen into, was impossible to escape.
As Jill fell asleep, she thought:
Sex between women... can be this good... I want to try it again... later...
