Stephanie's Castle (21 page)

'Do it. Do
it,' she said quietly so he would know she really meant it.

And he did. He
pushed the rest of his cock deep into her arse. It was not wet
enough to penetrate in one stroke, as he had her cunt, but in two
or three it was as liquid and his cock was fully home. She could
not help but scream with the rush of pain. But Gianni was in no
mood to hesitate now. He wanted to spunk. His whole body was
focused on his cock and his overwhelming need to spunk hard and
deep inside her hot little arse. It was tighter than her cunt and
hotter. He rammed back and forth as frantically as he had in her
cunt. He could not think of her now, only of himself. She had
begged him for this and he was giving it to her. Her words echoed
in his mind, 'Bugger me. I want it. Bugger me, Gianni.'

Any pain
Stephanie had felt at the beginning was now overtaken by the
pleasure. The pain was the pleasure now, indistinguishable as her
orgasm started in series again, one after another ripping through
her nerves, blacking out anything but the feeling of his hot cock
thrusting into her arse.

She was saying
something he could not understand. He was not even certain they
were words at all, just sounds whimpered out as he felt her body
pitching into orgasm. Her arse seemed to cling to him, as it was
not as wet as her cunt, producing a suction on his cock, wanting to
drain the spunk out of him. He could not hold back. He didn't want
to hold back. Every stimulus his cock could want it had; touch,
sight, sound and mental image. All at once. 'Bugger me, Gianni.'
The words echoed in his mind as he felt his spunk shoot into her
arse and he bucked his hips to get it all into her.

As he came his
cock swelled. In the tight confines of her arse, less elastic than
her cunt, the extra size sent Stephanie into the paroxysm of yet
another climax so close on the tail of the last that it almost
doubled a feeling that was already devastating.

For a moment
no one moved. Then Stephanie felt Devlin's hand gently caressing
her shoulder. Gianni's cock was shrinking rapidly but this time he
let it slip naturally from her body. She lay on her stomach, her
eyes closed, feeling Devlin's huge hand gently stroking her back
with the lightest of touches. But the gentleness did not last long.
Stephanie did not want it to last long either. Turning her head to
one side she could see Devlin's cock inches away from her mouth,
gnarled with veins, ugly but hard and hot. She was not going to
finish anything until she had taken him again, experienced that
mammoth cock filling every inch of her cunt. The thought alone,
despite everything she had been through already, could not fail to
produce a shiver of anticipation in her.

She only had
to move her head slightly to capture the cock in her mouth. Devlin
moaned as her lips wrapped around the sensitive skin of his glans
and she sucked it into her mouth. Without taking her mouth away she
got up on her knees and made Devlin lie back on the bed, his legs
apart. Then she took the massive cock in both her hands and held it
firm and tight while she tried to see how much of it she could take
in her mouth. She relaxed her throat muscles then swallowed the
cock, feeling it drive into her until it was at the back of her
throat. But then this did not bring it more than halfway down the
stem. She pulled it out, then used her saliva to wet it, running
her tongue all over the hard flesh before pushing her mouth down on
it again until his glans was buried at the back of her throat. This
time she held it there, able to resist the temptation to gag, while
she used one hand to wank the stem of his cock and the other to
squeeze and pull at his balls. She felt his cock twitch with
excitement. She knew she could make him come like this. But her
cunt wanted him too. After what Gianni had done to her arse, and
the feeling of his spunk in there still, her cunt was feeling
neglected. It wanted spunk too.

Stephanie
pulled her mouth off his cock. She swung her leg over his body and
raised herself on her haunches reaching back behind her buttocks to
guide his cock to the entrance of her cunt with her hand. His cock
seemed to be throbbing in her fingers, hot and anxious for its
fulfilment. She could feel her juices run from her body anointing
the helmet of his cock as she placed it between the labia.

'Do you want
to fuck me, Devlin?' she taunted him, pulling her cunt away from
his cock for a moment.

'You know I
do.'

'You don't
deserve to fuck me, do you?'

'No,' he said,
looking straight into her eyes, hoping against hope that this was a
game and that she had no intention of really denying him.

For a long
time - it was only seconds but to Devlin it felt like hours -
Stephanie did nothing, enjoying the sensation of teasing him. She
eased herself back until his cock was touching her labia again. She
watched Devlin's expression change from anticipation that she was
going to give him what he craved, to fear that she was not, as she
did not make any attempt to push down further.

'You'll get
what you deserve tomorrow,' she said, impaled herself on his cock
letting all her weight fall on it, skewering herself down until it
would go no further. The feeling took her breath away. Every inch
of her cunt was full and stretched to its limit. Her mind emptied
of thoughts of revenge, of everything and anything but the cock
that was filling her. Her whole body began to tremble as slowly she
lifted herself off his cock and drew it out only to impale herself
again, driving it back in as far as she dared.

Devlin pulled
her down from her squatting position so he could kiss her on the
mouth. Her breasts pressed into the wiry hair of his chest, her
nipples like hard pebbles between them. He wrapped his arms around
her back and while he thrust his tongue into her mouth he took over
the movement, holding her still while he moved his cock in and out,
using the same rhythm she had used. But his tongue pressed into
Stephanie's mouth had given her another idea. She broke the kiss
and looked around for Gianni. He was sitting on the bed watching
their coupling as his hand played with his half-erect cock.

'Come here,'
Stephanie ordered. 'I want to suck your cock.'

Gianni knelt
on the bed and moved into a position where Stephanie could reach
his cock with her mouth. Now it was Devlin's turn to watch as
Stephanie's mouth wrapped around Gianni's cock. It was nowhere near
hard after his coming. Stephanie could taste her own juices on it,
feel the damp pubic hair as she sucked the flaccid organ into her
mouth. She knew she could get him hard again. She opened her mouth
wider and with the help of her fingers pushed his balls into her
mouth too, so she had it all crammed between her lips. The effect
was instant. She could feel his flesh swell.

Devlin was
moving his cock harder, provoked by what he was seeing. What
Stephanie was doing to Gianni in front of his eyes, and what he had
already seen was making his control ebb away. With his size he
always tried to keep his self-restraint, knowing he could hurt so
easily. But now, without realising it, his rhythm was becoming more
insistent, his penetration deeper, his ability to be considerate
waning away as a red tide of desire began to flow through him.

He saw
Gianni's balls pop out of Stephanie's mouth as his cock grew and
made it impossible for her to contain them. She lapped hungrily on
his cock while her hand reached for his balls. Cupping them in her
palm she ground them into the base of his cock in little circular
motions. She knew what she wanted. She wanted whatever spunk he had
left, wanted it out of his balls and into his cock. She wanted his
spunk out of his cock and into her mouth. She wanted spunk in her
cunt, in her arse, and in her mouth. The holy trinity. The idea
itself brought her off as she thrust her cunt down to meet Devlin's
stroke. She thrust her mouth down on Gianni's cock. Another
sequence of orgasms was beginning for her just like the last, each
one longer, harder, deeper and more intense than the previous one.
But this time there were two cocks to provoke them, two cocks
wringing the feelings out of her body.

As Devlin's
strokes inside her became more insistent, so her mouth sucked more
strongly at Gianni. She had no idea if he had any spunk left but if
he had she was determined to have it. The three bodies were wrapped
in a matrix of feeling with no possible escape. Every movement in
one provoked and intensified the movement in the other two.
Devlin's cock bucked into Stephanie, Stephanie sucked on Gianni,
Gianni felt his spunk rising in his cock, Stephanie felt it swell
and pushed down harder on Devlin. Devlin watched Stephanie's mouth
and hand working on Gianni, watched her tits hanging down and
shaking, the nipples rigid, saw his own penis driving into her
ever-open cunt as he looked down between their legs. He reached out
and took one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and
pinched it savagely. Gianni did the same. Devlin felt her cunt
react, Gianni her mouth; there was a new heat, a new intensity.
They pinched again. Had she not been effectively gagged with
Gianni's cock Stephanie would have screamed with sheer
pleasure.

Gianni was
coming. Stephanie could swear, despite his previous orgasm not
minutes before, that she could feel his spunk swelling his cock,
getting ready to explode. She desperately wanted Devlin's spunk too
and wriggled her cunt on him as if to demand action. He replied by
thrusting harder and deeper, knowing exactly what she wanted,
knowing instinctively she wanted them to spunk together. Gianni
knew too and tried to hold back, not understanding how he could be
on the verge of orgasm again so soon, but knowing nevertheless that
he was, that Stephanie had provoked him to it and that he could not
hold back. His cock started to contract as Stephanie's tongue
played with the opening in the glans, trying to force its way in
there, and the first jet of spunk came right out over her tongue.
Devlin saw what was happening and as new gobs of spunk spurted
uncontrollably in her mouth Devlin's cock exploded too. He used
both his hands on her hips to ram her down on to him, as he arched
his back to drive his cock into her. He had no control, there was
no holding back, his only concern to get his spunk into that
special place he had found deep inside her.

Stephanie's
orgasm tore through her body too. Like a musical harmony it seemed
perfectly tuned to both men's bodies, each note finding a resonance
in the others. Their three bodies came together, their convolutions
matching and in tune. But Stephanie had an advantage over the two
men. Their orgasm was singular, hers multiple. The shattering
climax she had experienced as spunk flooded into her mouth and
cunt, as two cocks spasmed inside her, was followed by many
aftershocks, not as intense as that the double cocks had produced
but orgasms nevertheless. She lay back, her body trembling, spunk
in every crevice of her body, feeling higher than she had ever felt
in her life. The sudden shock of Devlin's cock finally slipping out
of her cunt with an almost audible 'plop' made her come for the
last time that night, though she would not have believed herself
capable of finding the energy needed once again to moan with
pleasure as her body vibrated and shook.

Finally her
body was still. The two men lay exhausted, drained, and utterly
spent. Wearily, with a great effort, Stephanie got up. She wanted
to sleep for what remained of the night in her own room upstairs
where there were windows and fresh air. She slipped into a
towelling robe (it was Devlin's with the monogrammed pocket) and
out of the room. She made her way through the cellars and then up
through the deserted castle. Everything was quiet.

In her room
she stood on the terrace for a moment letting the cool air wash
over her and listening to the stillness and silence of the night.
She started to think about what had happened to her, to go over it
all and analyse her feelings, but almost immediately a wave of
tiredness swept over her. There would be time enough to think about
it all in the morning. Now, above all, she needed to sleep.

Walking into
the bedroom she took off the robe and slipped between the silk
sheets of the bed. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to
arrive, keeping her mind blank, not allowing it to wander off into
recollections of any part of her extraordinary day. In seconds she
was asleep, a deep, untroubled and, as far as she would remember,
dreamless sleep.

Stephanie woke
to the sound of church bells. Across the lake on the mainland, in
two churches, a bell tolled. Both were tuned to a different pitch.
Unlike in England they tolled irregularly, with no particular
pattern; sometimes the two sounds coming together, sometimes apart,
one a counterpoint for the sound of the other. Stephanie lay and
listened, the clear morning air carrying the sound in through the
open windows, a slight breeze rustling the material of the
curtains.

She got up.
Her body felt sore. She was bruised. As she stood under a warm
shower she examined the damage. There were bruises on her wrists
and ankles where they had been strapped but the straps had been
well padded; the bruises were superficial and would soon fade. The
weals from the whipping that Gianni had given her had turned from
scarlet to deep purple and hurt when she touched them. The one on
her inner thigh was the worst, as it was impossible to walk without
brushing the other thigh against it. She had good reason to be
thankful for Venetia's intervention. Her nipples and clitoris were
sore too but that was a different kind of soreness, more a dull
ache with not a small measure of pleasure buried in the hurt. They
had been pawed and pinched and hammered all day so it was hardly
surprising that they felt swollen and sensitive.