Stephanie's Revenge (19 page)

In his lap his
cock pulsed and hot white spunk jetted out over his thighs. Without
being touched his cock had come.

Paulo blushed
beetroot red. He stood up and immediately grabbed for his pants.
Stephanie saw what had happened. And she saw a chance. A slim one,
but a chance. She would have to get him to trust her.

'Don't go,'
she said quietly. The boy ignored her, pulling his pants up over
his rapidly diminishing penis. 'Do you speak English?'

'Yes,' he
said. 'We learn at school.'

'Don't go
then, stay with me.'

'I go.'

'But I want
you, Paulo. Don't you understand? That was so sexy. So
exciting.'

'No.' He
refused to look into her eyes.

'It made me
feel so good. I mean, that I got you that excited. It's such a
compliment. Do you know how that makes me feel?'

'How?'

'So sexy. Just
come here for a minute.'

Paulo did
nothing. Then, with obvious reluctance, he took the two steps back
to the bed. Stephanie reached up and took his hand. 'Feel me again.
You almost made me come the first time. You have such a marvellous
touch,' she lied.

She pulled his
hand down between her legs and held it there, pressing it hard into
her sex, then relaxing, then pressing again.

'Oh, so
good.'

'Is it?' He
looked into her eyes. She took her hand away. He pressed down
between her labia, his finger sliding between the wet lips.

'You have such
a good touch,' she panted breathily. Reaching up, she caught the
front of his pants in her hand and pulled them down to his ankles.
She circled his cock with her hand and felt it swell again. She
rubbed the sensitive rim of his glans and he moaned, his penis
swelling rapidly. 'See, aren't you glad you didn't go?' As she had
discovered with Angelo, eighteen-year-olds have remarkable powers
of recovery given the right circumstances.

She wanked him
gently with her hand, hoping this wouldn't make him come again,
while his fingers investigated her sex. He explored her clitoris,
her labia, her vagina - all as though he were examining a new pet
hamster, brusquely, with little feeling. Not that Stephanie
intended to tell him that.

'Oh, darling,'
she said instead, 'so good...' She sighed too, as though he were
giving her untold pleasure. 'Why don't you let me give you a
treat?'

'What sort of
treat?'

'I'll take you
in my mouth. I love to do that.' She felt his cock twitch in her
hand as she said it. He'd read about it. It was the stuff of his
fantasies.

'Would
you?'

'I love it.
Lay down here.' She patted the mattress. He obeyed.

His penis
stood erect. Her plan was gradually taking shape in her mind. She
had to make him feel good. She mustn't make him come too quickly
again, or he'd really run away and never want to come back.

She kissed his
thighs, slow wet kisses, then worked her tongue on to his balls,
while she held his cock in her hand. It was a handsome cock: the
glans a perfect acorn shape; the stem, as yet not sprouting hair,
smooth and thick. There was little hair on his balls either.
Stephanie probed them with her tongue and felt an immediate spasm
of excitement in his cock. She pulled away quickly. That was too
much for him. Instead she started licking his cock, long wet licks,
her hand still circling the stem. This he seemed able to take. She
licked and licked, moaning too and mouthing 'so good' between
mouthfuls.

He made no
attempt to touch her. He was as rigid as an ironing board. She knew
the moment she put him in her mouth he would come, so she tried to
delay it as long as possible. She stroked his chest and kissed his
nipples, which immediately produced another spasm in his cock.

She knew he
was going to come. She could feel it. She had to take him in her
mouth now or forget her plan. 'Give it to me darling,' she
whispered. 'Please. Now, now...'

She plunged
her mouth down over the perfect acorn, expecting his spunk to jet
out into her throat. But it didn't.

Paulo expected
it to as much as she had. He felt a surge of pleasure as her wet
mouth sucked him in, a surge he thought would take him over the
top. But instead the pleasure continued; the rising spunk in his
cock stopped rising and stayed, for the moment, where it was. He
was in control.

Stephanie
pulled her mouth back, using her tongue to probe the opening of his
urethra. He wriggled in pleasure. She felt him relax. She sucked
him deep into her throat.

'Yes,' he
said, more to himself than to her. 'Yes.'

She moved up
and down on him, her black hair falling on his groin as her head
bobbed. She reached behind her to try and collect it in her hand,
but he put out his arm to stop her.

'I like
it.'

The hair fell
back, sweeping over his navel.

She could do
more adventurous things now. She slipped her hand under his cock,
down to his buttocks, feeling for the eyelet of his arse, while her
other hand reached up to pinch at his nipple, all the while she
sucked on his cock.

He moaned as
her finger probed his arse, but was still under control. He began
to buck his hips, enjoying himself now, feeling like a man. He was
in control. And he wanted more.

'I want to
fuck you,' he said, with a new authority in his voice, mentally
thanking his school friend who had brought back a copy of Lady
Chatterley's Lover from England. He'd learnt the right word.

'Oh, yes...'
Stephanie said.

'From behind.'
He'd never thought learning English would prove so valuable.

Stephanie
pulled herself up on to all fours and pointed her perfect arse at
him, the tight waist of the basque emphasising the fullness of her
hips, the rich curves of her buttocks, and there, between the half
moons, he could see the whole of the slit of her sex, its thick
hair plastered down with her juices.

'Give it to
me, Stephanie hissed.

And he did. He
took his cock in his hand and pushed forward, watching it disappear
between her buttocks. He pulled it out again and could see it
shining with her juices. In all his dreams, he'd never imagined
this.

He bucked his
hips, bucked his cock in and out of her cunt and heard her moan. He
bucked faster, feeling his spunk rising. But he could control it.
He was a man now. He could control it. He'd come when he was ready.
He bucked faster and faster, watching his cock pummelling in and
out of her like a piston. He reached forward with one hand to
squeeze at her breast. Her long black hair was tipped forward like
a black cloak over her head. She thrust her buttocks back at
him.

'Give it to
me,' she screamed. 'I want your spunk.'

And she did.
He had created her need. He was hard. Her playacting was over. Her
cunt was running wet. She could feel his heat and urgency, feel his
spunk. She wanted it badly. She pushed back at him, his trusts
stronger, harder, faster. She reached down between her legs and
found his balls. They were soaking wet. She didn't know any more
whether she was doing it as part of her plan, or because she needed
his spunk to make her come. It didn't matter. She took his balls in
her hand and pulled them down, away from his body. He could resist
no longer. He pushed forward for the last time, pushed deeper and
deeper until he found a place, a dark cavern of sticky, wet walls
and, in his mind's eye, saw his cock shooting spunk out into her,
as he had seen it do so many times in his own hand.

Stephanie
exploded too. She gasped. She could swear she felt the spunk
splashing into her. It was as though it had hit the centre of her
sex, the secret place that released all her feeling. Her body
rocked and trembled.

She didn't
move for a long time. Neither did he. They wanted to hold on to the
feelings for as long as they lasted, every second.

When his penis
finally slipped from her cunt she rolled on to her back. Her
senses, and priorities, were restored.

'God, you're
so good...' she said, and this time it was not a lie.

He sat on the
edge of the bed. 'It's you. You do just the right things.' He
touched her cheek with his hand. 'You make me into a man.'

'You are a
man. A real man. Any woman would love what you've just done.'

'Really?'

'You have to
promise me something, Paulo,' she said seriously.

'Anything.'

'You mustn't
tell your uncle what happened.' If Paulo described their activities
to Gianni, he would soon realise she had somehow evaded the
drug.

'What?'

'You
promise?'

'I won't.' He
blushed. 'I won't tell anyone.'

'Not a
thing.'

'No.'

'Will you do
something else. Another promise?'

'I'll do
anything.'

'Come and see
me again. Please. Soon.'

'Oh
yes...'

'What did your
uncle tell you about me, Paulo?'

'Nothing. I
thought...' He blushed an even deeper red.

'You thought
what? That I was a prostitute?'

'Yes.'

'Paulo, you've
got to help me.' Stephanie mentally took a deep breath. It was a
slim chance, but it was the only one she had. There was nothing to
do but take it. 'Will you help me? Your uncle's got me locked up
down here. I did something stupid to him and he's very angry with
me. He keeps me prisoner down here. He drugs me and brings people
down here...'

'You are not
drugged now.'

'I managed to
trick him. Will you help me? It's just that it was so good with
you, Paulo. I'd love to be with you. I'd do anything if you'll help
me. I could come and be with you. You could do whatever you wanted
with me. I'd never leave you. Oh, just imagine what we could do.
This would just be the beginning. I could teach you so much. We
could do everything.'

Stephanie
could see his mind working, making calculations. His eyes were
unfocused as he tried to sort out what she had said. Then she felt
sure she'd failed, that he'd seen through it, that he was going to
walk out and tell his uncle everything. I should have waited, she
thought, worked out what I was going to say. But then he might not
have come back at all.

'I have my own
flat now,' he said, almost to himself.

'Yes.' Hope
returned in a flood. 'Yes, take me there, Paulo. Take me to your
flat. We could have such a good time.'

Paulo stood up
and started to pull his clothes on. Stephanie's heart sank
again.

'Paulo,
please,' she begged.

'I come back
tomorrow.'

'Will you help
me?'

'I come back
tomorrow.'

'Please...'

'What's your
name?'

'Stephanie.'

'Stephanie,'
he repeated. 'Stephanie.'

He knocked
twice on the cell door. It seemed like a long time before the door
was opened and he was gone.

The next day,
if it was a day every time the light came on, the pattern
continued. Woken by the light. Given breakfast. Taken to the
bathroom. The clothes taken away. Led back to the cold cell by
Angelina. At least she wasn't thirsty. Not having taken the drug
had meant the water with breakfast and the soup at what she took to
be lunchtime, were sufficient. She filled the cold-cream jar just
in case.

When the heat
started to flow from the overhead vent, and the glass of water
appeared through the flap in the door, Stephanie could quite calmly
pour it through the crack in the paving stones and lay back on the
bed to wait for her next visitor.

She heard the
key turn in the lock, a grating, rusty sound, and the door creaked
open. It was Paulo. She had never imagined she would be so glad to
see anyone.

'Oh, Paulo...'
she said, immediately the door was closed. 'It's so good to see
you.'

'I told you
I'd come back.' He looked uneasy and unsure of himself. He came
over to the bed and sat down beside her.

'What's the
matter?'

'I've been
thinking so much about you, Stephanie.'

'Paulo, that's
good.'

'My uncle, he
shouldn't do this. It's wrong. I am going to tell him it's
wrong.'

'No!'

'Why not?'

'Because he
won't listen. That's not the way to help me.'

'What is the
way, then?'

'You have to
try and get me out of here. I don't even know where I am.'

'In the cellar
of his house.'

'In Rome?'

'Yes.'

'What about
his wife?'

'She's gone
away on a holiday, I think.'

Stephanie
smiled inwardly at that. I bet she's gone away, she thought, and
for a very long holiday, after finding her husband chained to the
living room wall.

'So there's
only the servants and Gianni. If you came when he was out one
night...'

He was looking
at her naked body. 'You are so beautiful, Stephanie. I have never
seen anyone as beautiful as you.'

'Oh Paulo, I
want us to be together. Could you imagine what it would be like?
The two of us.' She ran her hand into his lap to help his
imagination along, and quickly unzipped his trousers. His cock was
already hardening. She grasped it firmly. 'Lay back here.'

She made room
for him on the narrow bed. He lay back, his cock poking up through
his trousers, while she lay next to him on her side, her hand
wanking his erection.

'Can you
imagine, Paulo?' she whispered. 'My breasts, my mouth, my cunt...
Whenever you wanted, whatever you wanted. Have you ever watched a
woman wank herself, Paulo? I'd love to do that for you. And I'd
wank you, and suck you and swallow all your spunk. Oh, it would be
so good. And you'd fuck me like you did yesterday.' She felt his
cock pulsing in her hand. 'Please, Paulo, spunk for me now. Will
you, if I beg you to come in my mouth?'