would dampen my senses—only to realize I was still just as wildly aroused, and also quite tipsy. Whether because of the magnetic energy permeating the water, or what I was witnessing, or both, I was consumed by lust. My sex felt engorged, hungry… I couldn’t seem to draw in a full breath.
“When your gentleman is ready to take you,” Elic told Sibylla, “ask him how he wants you, unless you be well enough acquainted with him to know his mind.”
“How do you want me, monsieur?” Sibylla asked in a softly provocative voice.
“Lying back, like this.” There came a splash, as of Sibylla being lifted from the water, she responding with something between a gasp and a giggle. “Open your legs as wide as you’re able, and lift up a bit. Use a pillow, like this, if you have one. ’Tis a sight no man can resist, that of a beautiful woman offering herself so boldly.”
She let out a tremulous little moan.
He said, “You’re very wet, Sibylla.” I knew he didn’t mean wet from the pool.
“You are an excellent
professeur
, monsieur.”
“Open your sex with one hand and put me inside you with the other,” he told her. She sucked in her breath, then let it out in a luxuriant sigh. He made a soft little sound of gratification.
“Hold still with your legs locked tightly around me,” he told her, “and squeeze me from within.”
“Within?”
“Using the muscles in here, as if you were trying to pull on me, but without moving your hips. Try it. Ah…And again.”
Inigo praised Lucy and Bianca for the “charming abandon” with which they gave themselves over to self-gratification. “Next,” he said, “we shall practice our French. Before long, ye shall swallow a cockstand deeper than ye would have thought possible.”
Lucy, her breath coming fast, said, “Shall we spend first, monsieur?”
“Certes,” he said, “and pray, do not hold yourselves in check. Remember that you do this to inflame the ardor of your benefactor. The greater your display of passion when you climax, the greater his excitement.”
I could hear the girls’ shuddering breaths, their airy little moans. Lucy fell silent for a moment, then let out a guttural cry that went on for some time. Bianca’s pleasure reached its zenith soon thereafter, accompanied by a stream of breathless Italian.
“Why do you look away, Mistress Leeds?”
I turned to find Domenico Vitturi, in his black overgown, standing in the doorway, his half-ravaged face eerily pale against the darkness of the night, making him look like an apparition.
“You are here to learn, are you not?” he asked as he crossed to one of the few chairs not heaped with clothing, his long-legged gait somewhat stiff because of his bad leg.
“Aye, Don Domenico. I just… I…”
“She just needs a bit of time, Domenico,” Elic said as he knelt on the top step of the pool, hunched over with his weight on his elbows. Sibylla lay with her legs wrapped around hisback, her hips propped on a pillow. From where I stood, I could see their privy parts united in coitus, his distended organ almost fully sheathed within her.
“She’s
wasting
time, I say,” Inigo countered as he unbuttoned his bulging breeches. The cockstand that sprang forth was unbelievably massive, like that of the satyr in the statues. Even Lucy and Bianca, who had seen their share of male appendages, gaped in wonderment.
Placing herself between his legs, Lucy lapped eagerly at the rampant organ, which twitched in response. Bianca, on the steps next to him, leaned down and licked the tip, murmuring “Mm…”
“One at a time, ladies,” Inigo said, “so that I may give each of you adequate attention. Bianca, you first. Take it in your mouth and lower your head slowly until you’ve taken in as much as you think you can. Be careful to shield your teeth with your lips. That’s right…”
Realizing I was staring with rapt interest, I looked away quickly.
“Hannah,” Inigo said, gentling his voice,
“When your gentleman is ready to take you,” Elic told Sibylla, “ask him how he wants you, unless you be well enough acquainted with him to know his mind.”
“How do you want me, monsieur?” Sibylla asked in a softly provocative voice.
“Lying back, like this.” There came a splash, as of Sibylla being lifted from the water, she responding with something between a gasp and a giggle. “Open your legs as wide as you’re able, and lift up a bit. Use a pillow, like this, if you have one. ’Tis a sight no man can resist, that of a beautiful woman offering herself so boldly.”
She let out a tremulous little moan.
He said, “You’re very wet, Sibylla.” I knew he didn’t mean wet from the pool.
“You are an excellent
professeur
, monsieur.”
“Open your sex with one hand and put me inside you with the other,” he told her. She sucked in her breath, then let it out in a luxuriant sigh. He made a soft little sound of gratification.
“Hold still with your legs locked tightly around me,” he told her, “and squeeze me from within.”
“Within?”
“Using the muscles in here, as if you were trying to pull on me, but without moving your hips. Try it. Ah…And again.”
Inigo praised Lucy and Bianca for the “charming abandon” with which they gave themselves over to self-gratification. “Next,” he said, “we shall practice our French. Before long, ye shall swallow a cockstand deeper than ye would have thought possible.”
Lucy, her breath coming fast, said, “Shall we spend first, monsieur?”
“Certes,” he said, “and pray, do not hold yourselves in check. Remember that you do this to inflame the ardor of your benefactor. The greater your display of passion when you climax, the greater his excitement.”
I could hear the girls’ shuddering breaths, their airy little moans. Lucy fell silent for a moment, then let out a guttural cry that went on for some time. Bianca’s pleasure reached its zenith soon thereafter, accompanied by a stream of breathless Italian.
“Why do you look away, Mistress Leeds?”
I turned to find Domenico Vitturi, in his black overgown, standing in the doorway, his half-ravaged face eerily pale against the darkness of the night, making him look like an apparition.
“You are here to learn, are you not?” he asked as he crossed to one of the few chairs not heaped with clothing, his long-legged gait somewhat stiff because of his bad leg.
“Aye, Don Domenico. I just… I…”
“She just needs a bit of time, Domenico,” Elic said as he knelt on the top step of the pool, hunched over with his weight on his elbows. Sibylla lay with her legs wrapped around hisback, her hips propped on a pillow. From where I stood, I could see their privy parts united in coitus, his distended organ almost fully sheathed within her.
“She’s
wasting
time, I say,” Inigo countered as he unbuttoned his bulging breeches. The cockstand that sprang forth was unbelievably massive, like that of the satyr in the statues. Even Lucy and Bianca, who had seen their share of male appendages, gaped in wonderment.
Placing herself between his legs, Lucy lapped eagerly at the rampant organ, which twitched in response. Bianca, on the steps next to him, leaned down and licked the tip, murmuring “Mm…”
“One at a time, ladies,” Inigo said, “so that I may give each of you adequate attention. Bianca, you first. Take it in your mouth and lower your head slowly until you’ve taken in as much as you think you can. Be careful to shield your teeth with your lips. That’s right…”
Realizing I was staring with rapt interest, I looked away quickly.
“Hannah,” Inigo said, gentling his voice,
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