Stephanie's Revenge (24 page)

Jasmina looked
round, surprised not to find him standing beside her. 'He was with
me.'

'He'll be in
the hall.'

'What goes on
between you two? It is very strange.'

'You'll see.
You said you wanted to learn.'

'Mais
oui.'

'Well this is
going to be your second lesson.' Stephanie got up from the bed and
stripped off the tracksuit. She felt wonderful, rested, warm and
full of delicious sexual anticipation. No doubt, while she slept
her unconscious had been busy with thoughts of Devlin.

'I'm going to
shower.'

'Moi aussi?'
It was a question.

'Yes. There's
lots of room. Let's give Devlin a treat. Devlin, come in here.'

Devlin came
in, closed the bedroom door behind him and stood, his eyes looking
firmly at his feet. For him, the game had already begun. It was a
game he wanted to play very badly.

'We're going
to have a shower. You can watch. Aren't I good to you?'

'Yes,' he
hesitated, glancing up at Jasmina as he said, 'mistress.'

Stephanie
unhooked the bra of Jasmina's bikini, then pulled the briefs off
from the back. 'She's beautiful. Look at her, Devlin.'

'Yes, very.'
Devlin's eyes roamed over Jasmina's tight body. His erection was
already prodding from his trousers.

'Follow us,'
Stephanie ordered.

The two naked
women walked into the bathroom. Stephanie set the shower and they
climbed under the powerful jet together, soaping each other
vigorously, then washing the suds off their bodies. Devlin watched.
He stood by the bathroom door and watched. By the side of Jasmina's
dark pelt, Stephanie seemed so white, like fine china.

They stepped
out of the shower and towelled each other dry with big, fluffy
white towels from the heated towel rail. Devlin watched the towels
rubbing between their legs, drying their pubic hair, massaging
their breasts and their nipples. They both rubbed aggressively,
ignoring the sexual implications for the moment, wanting only to be
dry.

'He likes to
watch?' Jasmina asked tentatively, unable to ignore Devlin's
presence.

'Sometimes
he's not allowed to do anything but watch. You see how hard he
is?'

Jasmina looked
at the massive bulge in Devlin's close-fitting slacks.

'He is
big.'

'Very. Open a
bottle of champagne Devlin,' she ordered, as she got Jasmina to dry
her hair.

Back in the
bedroom, Devlin had opened a bottle from the supply kept in the
bedroom fridge, discreetly hidden in the silk panelling of the
wall. He'd poured two glasses. Stephanie handed one to Jasmina.

'Cheers,' she
said, clinking her crystal champagne flute against the side of
Jasmina's.

'Salute,'
Jasmina replied. The cold wine made their nipples pucker.

'All right,
Devlin,' Stephanie said, turning to him. 'We'd better show Jasmina
how much you've missed all your special treats, hadn't we? Or shall
we just keep you waiting?' Stephanie went over to the chest of
drawers where she kept her lingerie. As she rifled through the
drawers, thinking of what she might wear, she suddenly remembered
the clothes she had ordered from Jasmina's shop.

'Have the
things arrived from your shop?'

'Mais oui.
There.' She pointed to the wardrobe. 'I did not unwrap them.'

'Take your
clothes off, Devlin. I think it's time we showed our guest what you
have to offer.'

As Devlin
began to unbutton his shirt, Stephanie opened the wardrobe. Neatly
stacked on the floor were a series of distinctive red and green
boxes, bearing the logo of the lingerie shop where she had met
Jasmina. The third box she opened had what she was looking for.
From the tissue paper inside she pulled a shiny, wet-look leotard
cut high on the hip. But unlike a conventional leotard this garment
was cut at the front to fit under the bosom, leaving the breasts
exposed. It also had another unusual feature. The material that ran
down the curve of the pubis to the deep cleft of the buttocks was
fitted with a zip, a zip which, opened, would expose the whole slit
of her sex. She pulled the garment up over her naked body. It was
beautifully made, shaping itself perfectly to her rich contours,
the elastic material stretched tight over her waist and hips and
the flatness of her navel.

She found a
pair of high-heeled shoes with the same black, wet-look shine. They
were very high, the tapering heels thinning to a wicked spike.

Stephanie
looked at herself in the mirror, her breasts standing out firmly
above the halter, her long legs shaped by the high heels. The
tongue of the zip was fitted with a soft leather tab to make it
easy to grasp. The tab hung down between her legs, from a distance
like a tiny, black cock.

'Well now I'm
ready for you, Devlin.'

Jasmina
clapped. 'Such a good fit.'

'Well Devlin,
what do you think?'

Devlin had
discarded his shoes, socks and shirt. He looked up at
Stephanie.

'Well?' she
said with mock irritation.

'Fantastic.'

'You'd better
get the rest of your clothes off, then. Jasmina's waiting to see
what you've got.'

With
difficulty, his erection still sticking out from the front of his
trousers, Devlin unzipped his fly. He let his trousers fall to the
floor before stepping out of them. He pulled his boxer shorts off.
Once upon a time, when Stephanie had first met Devlin, his ability
to have a spontaneous erection had been virtually nil. Stephanie
had been responsible for changing all that. She had reached into
Devlin's psyche and, like a Delphic oracle, had exposed its
inner-workings, the entrails laid out before her.

'Mon dieu,'
Jasmina said, as Devlin's monstrous cock was exposed.

Stephanie came
over to him, took it in her hand and, as though exhibiting a prize
bull, displayed it to Jasmina, turning it from side to side,
pushing it up and down, weighing his balls too. It was hers, after
all, hers to do with as she pleased.

'I have never
seen such an enormous... It is so big.'

'You want
him?'

'Oh yes. I
think I cannot take him, but I try. Oh yes, I try.' Stephanie could
see the excitement burning in Jasmina's eyes. She put her hand out
to touch the gnarled flesh as if she were touching some alien thing
from another world.

'Bend over the
bed.'

Jasmina
obeyed, resting her hands on the counterpane and sticking her bum
in the air.

'Such a lovely
arse, don't you think, Devlin?' Stephanie ran her hand down the
black rump. 'Beautiful, isn't she?'

Stephanie let
her fingers caress the sharp curves of Jasmina's arse before
running them down between her legs to her labia. Jasmina moaned at
her touch. Stephanie delved up higher to find her clitoris. She
wanted to make sure Jasmina was wet. She needn't have worried.
Jasmina was already a well of liquid passion.

'Come on then,
Devlin.' Stephanie sat on the bed next to Jasmina's thigh. She
transferred her hand from the back to the front, caressing
Jasmina's navel before dropping her finger down on to her clitoris
again. 'Aren't you the lucky one.'

'Yes,
mistress.'

He positioned
himself behind the black rump. Stephanie took his cock in her other
hand and centred it on Jasmina's pouting cunt.

'Slowly,' she
ordered, and he pushed. Jasmina felt him nose between her
labia.

'Deeper,'
Stephanie ordered again, stroking at Jasmina's clitoris, feeling it
stretched by Devlin's cock.

'Oh oui,
oui...' Jasmina said, as it went deeper.

'You are not
to come, Devlin. You know that.'

'Yes,
mistress.'

Stephanie saw
his cock pulse as he said the word 'mistress'.

'More,
more...' Jasmina wriggled her arse back on to the massive cock,
pushing it deeper. Stephanie caressed her straightened arms,
pinched her knob-like nipples, squeezed what there was of her
breasts, then ran her hand down to her clitoris again.

'Fuck her,
Devlin.'

With Stephanie
in this mood, Devlin knew better than to start moving his cock
without permission. Now he started to move, pushing as deep as he
could go, then pulling out again, feeling the pink lips of this
magnificent woman folded around his cock.

Stephanie
concentrated on Jasmina's clitoris. She could feel her excitement
as Devlin moved inside her. She knew what she was experiencing. She
would never forget the first time Devlin had taken her, the first
time that cock had pressed into her cunt. She'd never forget that
feeling - how it had filled her, swamped her, brought her off.
Jasmina was whimpering now, like an animal, as Devlin moved faster,
probed deeper. Even at its deepest, there was still a length of
inches left outside.

'Tu me fais
venir,' Jasmina cried. She could hardly think of the English.
'Come...' was all she could say.

'Come then,'
Stephanie urged.

She didn't
need any further bidding. She felt herself opened like she had
never been opened before, every nerve stretched like her cunt was
stretched, defenceless against the onslaught of sensation, like the
centre of a flower, its petals peeled back to reveal the delicate
stamen shrouded in pollen.

It was
Stephanie who took her over the edge though, pulling her head up
and kissing her full on the mouth, filling her mouth with her hot,
wet tongue. Her orgasm exploded. She wanted to scream, but was
gagged by Stephanie's mouth. She pushed back on Devlin, seeing if
she could get him deeper still, seeing if she could make her body
respond more, climax more, wring another ounce of feeling from her
nerves. She quivered, finding it hard to stay on her feet as every
muscle locked in her spasm of delight.

The kiss
promoted Stephanie's need. She felt Jasmina's orgasm in her mouth,
felt her mouth go hot and slack. As Jasmina collapsed on to the
bed, unable to stay on her feet any longer, as Devlin's cock popped
out of her cunt, glistening with Jasmina's juices, Stephanie's need
was urgent.

'Get on to the
bed,' she ordered. 'On your back.'

Devlin
scrambled up on to the bed and lay next to Jasmina, his cock almost
vertical.

Stephanie
knelt by his head, her knees apart.

'Unzip
me.'

He put out his
hand and caught the leather tab of the zip. He pulled it down
slowly, its jaws parting to reveal the thickness of her pubic hair.
He pulled it down and then up, up into the curves of her arse,
until her whole sex was revealed.

'Now lick me,'
she said, swinging one knee over his face until her crotch was
poised above him. He had to lever his head off the bed to get at
her, his neck muscles straining. It was difficult to get his tongue
between the jaws of the zip, but he tried.

'Harder,
Devlin.' She lowered her sex on to his face. He worked with his
tongue, trying to get past the folds of material, past the harsh
jaws of the zip, past her thick pubic hair to the soft flesh of her
cunt. It wasn't easy.

'Over there.'
Stephanie touched Jasmina's arm and pointed. Jasmina followed the
direction of her finger. By the bedside table was a riding crop.
'Yes, the crop.'

Jasmina pulled
herself off the bed and took the crop in her hand. Her eyes were
full of curiosity, but there was no hiding her excitement.

'We have to
punish him for doing so badly. I tell him to lick me out and this
is the best he can do.' Stephanie swung off Devlin's face and lay
on her back.

'Fuck me,
Devlin.'

She didn't
think she'd ever seen his cock harder. The veins on its surface
were so pronounced they looked as though they wanted to burst. Each
vein was a different colour: reds, blues, purples.

'Jasmina's
going to beat you while you fuck me.'

'No, please,'
he said, meaning that's what he wanted more than anything in the
world.

'I beat him?'
Jasmina said, looking hesitant.

'Yes. On his
arse. Hard, Jasmina.'

Devlin was on
top of her, his cock trying to press between the zip. The zip
scratched at his cock. He pushed harder, the tender skin of his
circumcised glans trying to find a passage.

'Come on,
Devlin,' Stephanie taunted.

Suddenly, he
was through. Suddenly she felt his heat invading her cunt. She was
wet. He pushed on, into her, up her. He was inside her now. The
jaws of the zip still hurt him, pinching at him, making every
movement painful, but it was worth it now. He worked himself
deeper. He felt Stephanie's hands on his back, holding him to
her.

'Do it,
Jasmina,' Stephanie said.

The black
woman knelt on the bed, raised the crop and cut it down across
Devlin's buttocks. It hit much harder than she'd intended. Devlin
moaned.

'Fuck me,
Devlin,' Stephanie said. 'Again...'

Jasmina swiped
the whip across Devlin's arse again.

It was
exciting. It was another experience. She felt herself getting hot,
she felt her cunt demanding attention. With her free hand, she
groped for her own clitoris.

Stephanie felt
Devlin's cock ramming home inside her. It filled her, possessed
her, sated her. Oh, how good it felt to have him inside her again.
His cock swelled with every cut of the whip. She knew he was going
to come.

'I want your
spunk, Devlin.'

She wriggled
herself down on him, trying to take more, trying to get every last
millimetre of his flesh into her, knowing she was coming now, as
she looked over at Jasmina and saw her wanking herself as she
raised the whip. Her wetness lubricated the zip of the leotard. It
still bit into his flesh, but he could move now, fuck her, bring
himself off. He had her permission. His mind was full of images,
the silky folds of Jasmina's cunt, her sharp arse split by his
cock. His body was full of sensations: the whip on his buttocks,
the harshness of the zip at his cock. Stephanie could take him
deeper, hold him tighter than any woman he'd known but it was not
her body that had given him most pleasure, but her mind. She knew
what he wanted, she knew what he was. She knew his secrets and used
her knowledge.