Stephanie's Revenge (11 page)

She took him
deep in her throat, thinking how good this cock would feel in her
cunt. It would skewer her, pierce her, go so deep. Unconsciously,
she wriggled her arse.

It was all too
much for him - what she was doing to his balls, how she looked, his
cock so deep in her mouth. Too much for his eighteen years.

She felt his
cock begin to spasm and before she could do anything she felt him
come, his hot spunk jetting out of him just as she was about to
pull him back from her throat. He made a sound of anguish, a
throaty moan, as he lost control.

Stephanie
swallowed, but there was so much, some escaped from the sides of
her mouth. She used her hand to milk his balls, to get every last
drop. She felt his cock beginning to shrink. Too much excitement,
she thought. But at eighteen, recovery time was meant to be
short.

She had no
time to feel disappointment however. As Angelo's cock slipped from
her mouth she felt Carlo's naked thighs pressing into her
shoulders. She turned and was confronted by a hard, circumcised
cock, not as long as Angelo's but much thicker. Eagerly, she sucked
it into her mouth, taking it all in until she could feel the coarse
curls of pubic hair on her lips. Carlo's hands were on the back of
her head. He found the elastic that held her hair in the ponytail
and pulled it free, letting Stephanie's long black hair cascade
over her naked shoulders. Then he held her head and began to
control her rhythm, pushing her down on to him, then pulling her
back.

Instead of
reaching for his balls, as she had done with his brother, Stephanie
moved her hands round to his muscular buttocks. She could feel them
contract as he drove his cock forward to meet her mouth. She worked
her hand down into the cleft of his arse, searching for the opening
to his anus. As soon as she found it, she pushed a finger in. He
groaned and stopped his movement. For a moment she thought he was
going to come. She pushed her finger deeper and moved it around,
reaming his arse like she had reamed Jasmina's cunt.

He started his
rhythm again. She'd nearly made him come but he was in control now.
He took his cock almost all the way out, until his glans was poised
at her lips, then plunged back down again, all the way.

Stephanie
looked up, as best she could without moving her head, and saw
Angelo, naked now, standing at their side, his hand gently wanking
his cock. It was already semi-erect again.

Pulling away
from Carlo's cock, Stephanie stood up. Without looking at either
man she walked slowly into the bedroom, aware of their eyes on her
back, on the movement of her buttocks in the tights. Nylon rasping
on nylon, her high heels clacked on the wooden floor.

In the
bedroom, she kicked off her shoes and threw herself on the bed. She
felt wild, hungry for sex. She waited until Carlo and Angelo came
into the room, then raised her buttocks off the bed and pulled the
tights down over her hips and thighs. Finally she pulled them from
her ankles. She picked them up and threw them at Angelo. They hit
his chest, then fell to hook on his hand where it held his long,
thin cock. It was fully erect now, as erect as its brother.

'Carlo,' she
said, wanting Carlo first. She wanted to talk dirty - to tell Carlo
to fuck her arse off, to stuff his cock up her cunt - but it was
pointless. Instead she pushed her fingers into her own cunt and was
not surprised to find it running with her juices. Carlo knelt on
the bed. He pulled her hand away from her cunt and sucked on her
wet fingers greedily. Then he pinned her hands back on the bed,
slid on top of her and bucked his cock into her, all in one
movement as though they had practised the manoeuvre a thousand
times. He pushed deep, right up to the hilt, then stopped as his
arm slid around the back of her neck. He kissed her on the lips,
his tongue probing her mouth, thick and fat like his cock. His
other hand moved down between their navels until his finger, the
tip of his middle finger, found the bud of her clitoris and started
to rub it, circle it, pull it, to and fro, up and down, as he
started to pump his cock into her.

It was an
exquisite feeling. Stephanie was alight with pleasure. She looked
over at Angelo. His eyes were riveted to her cunt, watching it
fucked, watching her cunt lips stretched and pursed on Carlo's
thick sword of flesh.

Carlo's finger
was making her come. It was expert. It knew when to push, when to
circle, when to pull. It was like being wanked by a woman while
being fucked by a man. Stephanie felt herself drowning in sensation
from this man, his finger, his hard body on top of her, his hard
cock inside her. She started moaning, loud moans that were almost
the words 'Oh yes, yes, do it,' but not quite. She felt her juices
running out of her, over his cock, down over his balls, as her
orgasm jolted through her and she hugged this man to her, the feel
of his muscled body giving her an extra kick of pleasure.

But Carlo did
not come. He pulled out of her as soon as he felt her orgasm
subside, and spoke in rapid-fire Italian to his brother. Stephanie
lay on the bed naked, her legs open, her thick pubic hair plastered
down with her own wetness, her labia exposed. The brothers were
talking. Whatever the words, the intonation was a question; Angelo
asking questions, Carlo reassuring, persuading, asserting
authority.

The
conversation ended, presumably with Angelo appeased, as he lay next
to Stephanie on the bed, his long cock sticking up into the air.
Carlo nudged Stephanie, miming that she should get on top of
Angelo. She was only too happy to oblige. She climbed over his thin
frame and positioned herself with her knees either side of his
hips, her labia poised above the tip of his cock. She reached back
between her legs and held the long slim shaft, as hard now as it
had been in her mouth, while she lowered herself on to it. It went
deep. Very deep. So deep it took her breath away. It was deep and
sharp, a feeling she had never had before. She rocked forward to
ease it a little, her nipples grazing Angelo's hairless chest. He
lifted his head and kissed her mouth before taking both her nipples
into his mouth in turn - sucking them, licking them, flicking them
with his tongue, biting them gently and not so gently.

She squirmed
on his cock, responding to the feelings from her breasts. She
allowed his cock deeper again, experimenting to see where it felt
best.

She felt a
hand at her cunt, fingers either side of her labia, either side of
Angelo's cock, and she knew instantly what Carlo had said in
Italian. His fingers were stroking her wetness upward, up towards
her arse, making it wet with the juices from her cunt. She knew
what was going to happen. The thought made her come. She pushed
down on Angelo's cock, and felt an orgasm break in her, felt an arc
of pleasure between her cunt and the nipple between his teeth join
with the sudden realisation of what Carlo was going to do to
her.

Carlo felt the
shudder of pleasure. 'Si, si, bella.'

He knelt on
the bed behind her, his penis immediately pushing into the small of
her back. He stroked her long black hair, pulling it all back, back
until it was a long ponytail again held by his hand.

His penis
nosed lower. She could feel it at her arse. She could not stop
herself from trembling with excitement. The orgasm she'd had
refused to go away; it lingered in her body waiting to be renewed,
redoubled. Carlo caressed her back with his free hand and then
moved it on to her breast. He squeezed her nipple. The other nipple
was in Angelo's mouth.

'Si, Si,
Si...' he was saying in the tone of voice that would soothe a
skittish horse.

Suddenly, he
pushed forward with his cock. It went in no more than an inch but
felt as though it were filling her to overflowing. That did not
stop her body. Her body wanted it. Her nipples were tortured with
pleasure, her cunt invaded, and now she wanted this.

'Si, Si,' he
said gently, and then, 'Si,' much harder, as a statement. At the
same time he pushed his cock deep into her arse.

Stephanie
screamed, but not with pain. Her orgasm took her body over, moving
her on the two cocks, moving her body, every erotic zone flooded
with sensation. She could not tell where she came, in her cunt, her
arse, her nipples or her mind: Her orgasm was everywhere at
once.

'Yes...' she
shouted, pushing down, bucking to meet the two men as they thrust
into her, every movement an inducement to greater feeling.

Angelo was
fucking her, moving his cock and wanting to come. Carlo was
buggering her with equal urgency. In her mind she heard a voice,
her voice, repeating, over and over again, 'Two cocks inside her,
two cocks inside her.'

Another orgasm
broke in her. Her whole body shuddered. She concentrated on the
feelings they were giving her, on Angelo's long cock embedded in
her, on his brother's cock deep in her arse, the two separated only
by the thin membranes of her body. She was impaled on cock, full of
cock, hard urgent hot cock.

There was
nothing she could do now. She could hear a voice moaning, trembling
with every thrust and knew it was her own. Her body was climaxing
continuously, pumping waves of crystal pure pleasure through every
nerve.

Carlo was
hammering faster now, all gentleness gone, his cock wanting only
its completion. Stephanie knew he was coming. She felt his cock
swell as it spasmed, then exploded its spunk in her arse. It was
only then that she realised she had further to go, that what she
had experienced before was only the prelude to the orgasm that the
feeling of his hot spunk jetting into her arse would produce. Now
she was plunging into a long blackness where there was nothing but
ecstasy.

The blackness
did not last long. Angelo's cock demanded her attention. As she
felt Carlo soften and slip from her arse, as she felt him stroking
her back and her hair, Angelo's thrusts became more insistent. He
bucked his hips to drive up into her. He reached up and cupped both
her breasts in his hands.

As Angelo
worked himself to a climax, Stephanie felt Carlo's spunk oozing out
of her arse.

Angelo's body
tensed under her. His cock poked her like a sword. It did not fill
her cunt but probed it like a finger. He hammered into her twice
more before he found his place and stopped, letting the momentum of
his spunking take over, feeling his cock pulse and heave his spunk
out into the place he had found, the silky wet walls of her sex.
Stephanie came too, not the plunging blackness of before, but a
melting orgasm, melting over him as Carlo's hand stroked her hair,
ordering it neatly in a long stream down the middle of her
back.

She rolled
over Angelo and on to her back to wallow in the sensations coming
from her body. Her arse felt sore and so did her nipples, but it
was a delicious, sensual soreness. Her body was full of spunk. She
had it in her mouth, her arse and her cunt. She congratulated
herself on her choice. They may not have been able to speak English
but they knew the most important language.

Carlo walked
through into the sitting room, naked, and returned with the
champagne and two glasses. He poured and offered her a glass.
Sitting up, she took the champagne and sipped it. The two brothers
shared the other glass.

Stephanie
looked at Carlo's body. His muscles were hard and well defined. It
was now she most missed the ability to talk to him. Instead, she
reached out and circled his cock with her hand. Almost immediately
she felt it swell slightly. She wanked it gently just to see what
would happen, rubbing her finger along the rim of the glans. She
wondered why one brother was circumcised and the other not. Another
question she would never be able to ask.

Carlo's cock
grew in her hand. He put down the glass on the bedside table.

Stephanie
reached out with her other hand to find Angelo's cock, not because
she wanted him to get erect too, but just to have the feeling of a
cock in each hand. Angelo was lying next to her on the bed while
Carlo remained standing. The three bodies formed a chain,
Stephanie's hands on their cocks, the links binding them together.
A chain of three. A prelude to passion, or an epilogue.

Almost as soon
as Stephanie's fingers wrapped themselves around it, Angelo's cock
began to swell. The powers of recovery of an eighteen-year-old were
remarkable. Two erect cocks. She wanked them together, idly,
gently, with no passion, almost absentmindedly.

Pulling on his
cock, she indicated to Carlo that he should kneel on the bed. With
a combination of signing and manoeuvring she got Angelo up on his
knees too, got them kneeling side by side, their erections, of
unequal size, sticking out in front of them. Then she rolled over
on to her back and planted her head under Carlo's cock. With one
hand she wanked Angelo while, with the other, she fed Carlo's balls
into her mouth. She heard Carlo groan. She sucked on his balls,
then on the thick tube of flesh under his balls.

She opened her
legs and bent her knees. She wanted them to be able to see her,
open, her legs splayed, her dark pubic hair matted and wet.

Moving her
head she reached up to Angelo's cock, sucked on his balls, licked
the thick tube of flesh under his cock, repeated exactly what she
had done to Carlo, while she wanked Carlo with her hand.

A drop of
moisture had appeared on each cock, a tear of their excitement.
With no way to explain what she wanted (what was the Italian for
wank? It would hardly be in the phrase books) she took Carlo's hand
and wrapped it around his cock. Then, using her own hand on top of
his, she moved it up and down. She repeated the process with
Angelo. The demonstration worked; they continued to wank as she
took her hands away.

'Bene,' she
said. 'Very good. Ora osservare.' That was in the phrase book. She
hoped it meant, 'Watch me.'