He talked to her quietly for a few minutes, explaining that his sister did not want to sleep with her newlywed in his drunken state but could hardly refuse. He outlined a brief plan and slipped an emerald ring into her. hand. She held his fingers suggestively and he. whispered in her ear that he would like to see her the next day. That seemed to satisfy her more than the ring had, and she followed him as he walked quickly through the various chambers and up the broad steps to Lucrezia's temporary apartment.
At the top of the stairs, Lucrezia was almost supporting Alfonse, whose eyes were half closed, but whose arms were mechanically mauling her while his face nuzzled at hers.
Cesare slowed down and motioned to the servant, Carlotta, who grinned as she moved up. Lucrezia saw them coming and, at a sign from Cesare, pushed open the door to her apartment and moved in, rather awkwardly as Alfonse was trying to kiss her breasts and get his hand up her skirt at the same time.
When Cesare and his companion reached the door, Lucrezia had already maneuvered her part-conscious husband into the bedroom. He had succeeded in getting his hand up her skirt and was rummaging between her thighs as they staggered toward the bed. He pulled her onto the bed as they reached it and her skirt fell up over her hips as she landed beside him. He began to kiss her passionately and she pulled away saying, loudly, to ensure that it got through to him:
“Wait, darling. Let me undress.”
He didn't seem to hear. His hand mauled between her legs, exposing all that was there to the eyes of the two watchers at the door. Lucrezia pulled away from him by main force and he rolled onto his side and lay there muttering to himself, reaching blindly toward her figure which he could probably only vaguely see.
Cesare gave his companion a push and she slipped into the room, pulling off her clothes. As she moved in, Lucrezia moved out.
Brother and sister waited long enough to see the unabashed servant stripped? and very comely, Cesare thought, reserving his true appreciation for the morrow? and settling down to undress Alfonse who slobbered over her naked body. She was hoping he was just conscious enough to get it stiff and stick it in her. She liked the idea of being rammed by young gentry and her hands skillfully teased his prick up to more than life size as she undressed him.
Cesare and his sister made their way quickly to his own apartments. When he had locked the door behind them they both burst into helpless laughter which shook them for several minutes.
“How brilliant, Cesare… brilliant!” Lucrezia gasped at last. “But supposing he sobers up?”
“If he does he'll find himself in bed with a maid who'll tell him he dragged her there. He'll be so confused he won't even dare mention it to you. You can say you put him to bed and told the maid to look in later to see if he was all right.” He paused. “If he doesn't come to, you'll have time to join him before the morning, and he'll think that he had you before he passed out.”
“Brilliant, brilliant? but I'd hate him to have had a servant girl and think that it was me? a poor level of performance.”
“I'll let you know how you compare tomorrow,” he said.
“Why you diablo, you've got her into your bed for tomorrow night? What about me?”
“You'd better make peace with your Alfonse.”
“Cold-hearted brute. You don't care for me one jot.”
She came toward him, mock-pouting through her smile and he grabbed her and kissed her as if he wanted to push her mouth through to the back of her head. She opened her mouth under his pressure and, squirming at him, began to undo his doublet.
“I can't wait, darling. God he got me all excited for you with his mauling!”
Cesare stripped rapidly and Lucrezia tore off her astonishingly few garments.
“You should have been a gypsy,” he said, and the thought reminded him of another liaison not yet exhausted. Doubtless he would be returning north before very long.
She twisted around for him, moving her limbs in a wild pirouette, showing off the almost exaggerated curves of her highly voluptuous body.
“Do you remember the day you chased me around the pool?” she asked breathlessly, falling into his arms and stroking his penis underneath from base to tip. “What did you think when you saw me running naked, for the first time, in front of you.”
Cesare kissed her ear and quivered with the feel of her lovely nakedness against his.
“I thought you had a bottom more beautiful than the moon,” he said.
“Oh, darling, how poetic. Is it still?” She broke away from him and turned her back coquettishly.
He looked down at the bottom. It was perfect, not too much flesh, slightly oval? shaped with the buttocks billowing out, smooth and shiny as a cannon from her tiny waist.
He moved up behind her, so that his prick pressed up along the crack between the buttocks. He put his hand under her armpits and held a bulbous breast in each. She pushed her behind back at him and felt behind her for his prick as she rested her head back against his shoulder.
“So beautiful I could possess that little crevice between them and imagine myself sailing around the moon on a magic carpet.” Lucrezia laughed breathlessly. “Why not?” she said. “If you do it'll make me so excited by the time you've finished that I'll cut off your penis with my scissors if you can't come up again within half a minute to satisfy me? that is, if I'm not satisfied already.”
He pressed hard against her. That tight little posterior hole was just as delightful as the other. It didn't matter which he had first. He pushed her toward the bed and put her hands around behind his back, pushing his buttocks at her as if she were propelling them both along in their movement.
From a table beside his bed she took some pomade with which, in times of peace and pomp, he treated his hair.
“Use a little, of that,” she said. “It's a long time since I've felt an invasion in that quarter.”
She climbed onto the bed and lay on her stomach, holding her thighs together, pressing them into the coverlet, grunting with expectation.
Cesare knelt over her and pulled her buttocks apart as if he were separating the quarters of an orange. Between was that dark, puckered, very bald-looking crack, seeming so tiny that it was impossible to believe his battering-ram could possibly force its way in.
He took the pomade and gently massaged the little hole with it, smearing it around the bald, puckered flesh, gently tickling her tender spot with his fingertips.
Lucrezia wriggled under him so that her buttocks tensed around his fingers and held him in a light grip.
“Oh hurry, darling,” she said, her voice coming up, muffled by the coverlet into which she was pressing her face to control her passion.
Her anus was slippery with the pomade and he pushed his index finger at the clinging little hole. It gave without much difficulty and his finger slipped in and was held. His fingertip found soft, loose depths and he waggled his finger around a little and then pushed in another finger.
Lucrezia pressed her hips into the bed, squealing.
“Darling, darling, don't torment me!”
Cesare looked at his prick. It was red and angry looking. He pulled his foreskin right back and smeared a little of the pomade on so that it glistened.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
Lucrezia, as if she too were hungry and opening her mouth for food, spread her legs in a large, obtuse-angled V, pressing her legs hard and quiveringly into the coverlet. She loosed her buttock-tension and lay there, her mouth open, heart and loins pounding for the stiff entry.
Cesare leveled himself over her, caught his prick in one hand and aimed it as he stretched out on her, feeling at first the gentle brushing of their skins from chest to loins as he positioned himself and then the full, hot weight of flesh against flesh as he lay heavily on her body.
“That's it!” she grated. “Go on darling. I can stand it!”