TO ALLEGRA’S SURPRISE the Prioress held the letter she had written to Signor Bartolomeo in her scrawny hand. She had been called out of the peaceful retreat of the sewing room by Sister Ino. Fearfully, she had followed the robed back of the nun down the labyrinth of corridors to the familiar doorway where the Prioress resided. Inside, candelight glittered across the gold and jewels set around the chamber; dark faced images of saints frowned down disapprovingly upon her. Flinching, she stood before the Prioress, feeling the power of her baleful stare, as steady as Medusa turning her victim to stone. For a long time she waited, the silence chilling her to the quick of her bones.
‘And what,’ the aged nun finally enunciated, ‘is this?’
Lost for words, Allegra’s mind raced over the contents of the letter. It had been a plain and sincere response to the notary’s question. With some trepidation, she tried to explain. ‘The notary – sorry, Signor Bartolomeo – he wrote to me about my guardian’s death. There was a bequest, you see.’
With a sharp movement of her wrist the old woman cut her short, revealing the notary’s letter lying open beneath her reply.
‘I see you know the situation. I am sorry then, if I have offended.’ Her words trailed away to a mumble. So they intercepted her letters. Was there nothing these people left sacred to her? But any anger she felt was powerfully distilled with a strong dose of concern at what might be the consequence of yet a further misdemeanour.
‘Sister Almoro,’ the Prioress began, leaning back in her carved oak chair in the style of a bored teacher lecturing a recalcitrant pupil, ‘whose property have you just ordered to be destroyed?’
‘Why, it is mine by right,’ she asserted boldly. ‘The goods were left me by my guardian. They are mine by law.’
‘Think again.’
With a quick motion, the Prioress cast both of the letters into the fireplace. In a sudden flare of red and yellow flame the papers ignited. Soon there were only blackened ashes fluttering on the grate.
The ensuing silence made Allegra’s skin crawl. She did not want to look into the crone’s gaunt face, where the two eyes burnt with zeal like those of a grand inquisitor. Her mind froze to solid ice.
‘Are you stupid then, as well as proud?’
The words were like a slap in the face. Allegra felt her heart race and without time for caution, she spoke. ‘I am not stupid at all, Holy Mother. I may be ignorant of your ways, but that is no crime. The gift my guardian left me was impure. To have accepted it would have been an offence to my own nature. These pictures and books – they are filth. I want nothing more to do with them.’
The old woman propped her wrinkled chin in her bony hand. Her face expressed spite compounded with amusement, even entertainment. ‘But they are not yours to destroy.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Only eight days ago you signed all of your worldly possessions over to my care. Undoubtedly you choose to forget. Your pride in your position certainly did not leave you when your fine dress fell to the floor. This unassailable rectitude is as hard as armour, is it not, signorina? Well,’ and here the Prioress smiled with loose and twisted lips, ‘it is time to see what truly lies beneath.’
‘What do you mean?’ Allegra stuttered. ‘Surely you don’t want those depraved things?’
‘Our sacred house,’ replied the Prioress in a tone of great solemnity, ‘is in need of any charitable gift, however small. It is no longer yours to destroy. I believe Santa Agnetha would cherish such largesse.’
At this, the girl lost her temper. At best there was a wilful ignorance at work here; at worst a kind of greedy duplicity. ‘But it is not suitable. You do not understand.’ Her voice rose to a furious shrillness. ‘I will not have those things here!’
‘Kneel!’ the Prioress commanded, raising her palm.
Grudgingly Allegra dropped to her knees, staring at the hem of the old woman’s robe with thoughts of wilful violence.
‘You will never again speak to myself or any other member of this order in such a manner. You are a proud and vainglorious creature,’ the voice continued above her. ‘And indeed you have been sent to me to learn a harsh lesson. Almost every rule has been broken by you – humility, chastity, honesty, charity. I must indeed devise the means to correct your wayward nature. For the start, however, we must rid you of this pride.’
Glancing up with eyes narrowed with rage, Allegra listened to hear what diabolical punishment would be meted out next.
‘Ah,’ the woman laughed softly at her own thoughts, ‘I have a wise idea. In this house there is a strict hierarchy of personages. It is obvious to all that the order of sisters is at the head of that hierarchy. By nature of your company with us, the novices have, by affinity, the next place in our little state. I would then count my personal servants, the servants of the sisters and those who keep the boats. At the very last I should place those men who do the menial work about the place. They are mere peasants from the islands, whose speech is coarse and whose manners bear little examination. They are the lowest members of our community.
‘Your lesson must be to serve them – to place yourself beneath even the lowest of the low. Maybe then you will learn some humility.’
‘What do you mean, to serve them?’ she asked, as much curious as startled by the old nun’s strange command.
‘In every way. Feed them, work for them, do as they command. You can wear the outfit of a common maidservant. For one day and one night, beginning directly. Now go.’
Still puzzled, Allegra rose from the floor and with sullen grace, kissed the ring on the finger of her spiritual mistress, though in her heart she would as soon have spat upon the heavy yellow gold.
Shortly afterwards, Allegra found herself preparing the men’s midday meal in their wooden hut by the fields. Inside, it was rough hewn but comfortable. Set about with wooden benches around a central table, Allegra could just see neatly covered sleeping couches set behind red chequered curtains. Against the wall a small fire burnt on a slab of stone and over this was simple cooking gear; a boiling pot and tongs and spoons. Above, a metal pipe led away the smoke, but besides this the smoke escaped through curtained windows and beyond the door to a raised veranda at the front where the men could take their ease with a view of the ocean.
She had no idea how her role had been communicated, but the two men appeared to accept her presence without any perceptible interest. As she poured them bowls of milk and cut slices from a lump of brown, ill-favoured bread, she did indeed feel a savage pricking of her pride. The situation was made worse as a result of the unflattering costume the servant Silva had fitted her with. Unlike even the simple outfit of a novice, this dress had no dignity at all. The skirt was of a tattered red hessian that stopped high above her ankles with an apron of faded white linen. The bodice fitted her badly, pulling tight at the sleeves and low at the front, so that she looked like some kind of cheap tavern maid. The white puffed sleeves of her shift were embroidered with flowered woollen braid. Lacking even a cap, around her hair she had placed a triangle of cloth and tied it at the nape of her neck. She felt like one of the gypsy hawkers who hang about the arcades of San Marco with fortunes for sale to dupe the credulous travellers.
Nevertheless, the two men ignored her as they ate. The secret part of her wondered at this, as she brushed past them to serve at table. The one she had watched as he washed she learnt was named Luca. Close by, she could see that he was not quite the Adonis she had pictured when she had spied on him from the trees. His face was handsomely regular but unintelligent and his hands were roughly chafed by steady hard work. His companion was nicknamed Nico; he was a broad and stocky fellow with fine eyes and a head of curls like an Emperor from the old times. Occasionally, the latter pointed to articles he wanted at table and Allegra did her best to serve him with some small grace. Beyond the odd word, or the repetition of their respective names, Allegra had difficulty understanding the guttural island dialect in which they spoke.
With a haphazard signal Luca called her over. Still chewing his bread, he pointed to a jug on the trestle table by the door. But however much he pointed to the jug and uttered strange, inarticulate phrases, she could not understand what it was he wanted. To her annoyance, the two men began to laugh.
‘It is not me, it is you who cannot speak properly,’ she muttered.
The youth raised an eyebrow, no doubt understanding well enough the gist of what she said. With a sudden incomprehensible phrase he had the other man hooting with laughter. Red faced, Allegra glared back at them indignantly. There was no doubt she was the butt of their joke, and at last it seemed they saw her before them, eyeing her in the ludicrous, undignified costume with amused expressions. She wished she could pull a cloak on over that horribly tight bodice which left her shoulders and breasts so plumply exposed. Hotly, she felt the blush move downwards, heating her white skin like a breath of fire.
With a shrug and a few words which must have expressed his reluctant prompting to action, Luca rose and roughly seized her arm.
‘Get off!’ She shrugged him off and stared at him furiously.
But another quick retort to his friend reduced them once more to howling laughter. With a broad smile he bowed ironically and ushered her in front of him, suggesting she walk ahead of him outside. Still clutching the jug, she let him take her to one of the low barns where at last she saw the purpose of their expedition. Inside the low and gloomy building was a store of liquor. Expertly, he opened the tap on a large wooden cask and motioned her to fill the jug with beer.
Slowly the jug filled with frothing, splashing ale. Rising from her task, she found the youth once more watching her, this time with an eager, predatory look. Murmuring softly, he reached out and took the jug from her hand and stood before her, his face alive with attention. Suddenly Allegra wished she had never looked on him with foolish interest before. It truly made her feel ashamed to think she had ever wanted him in such an appalling manner. Towering so close above her, she was repulsed by the roughness of his skin and even the salty smell of his flesh. He seemed strange, like an untamed animal, with dusky skin and dark hairs on his powerful arms. As he reached out to touch her shoulders every particle of her flesh rejected him. With her free hand she slapped him hard on the face, so hard that her palm stung.
Shaking his head, he laughed, showing his perfect white teeth. Then rubbing his face, he looked into her eyes, making a little grimacing smile at the pain.
‘Oh, I’m sorry, she murmured involuntarily. Raising his eyebrows he again looked into her eyes with a wounded, appealing expression.
‘I cannot believe I have truly hurt you,’ she muttered, but he in his turn, reached out to her hand and gently placed it against his warm face. It was impossible to pull away, for it was only a forgiving caress. And so she stood before him as before, as he rubbed her hand against the rough texture of his face. Then, subtly, he began to kiss her hand, turning it around so he could press his mouth to the sensitive skin at the inside of her wrist. Struggling at the new sensuality of his touch, she tried to wrest it away, but he held it firm. The worst of it was, the sensation of his lips against her skin was curiously enticing, but no more than if a dog might lick her bleeding hand. With a sudden wrench she freed herself and picked up the jug, motioning him to lead her back to the hut.
But still he was not to be deterred. As they reached the door he idly swung his arm against the door and barred her exit.
‘I am getting tired of your games. Would you please let me pass?’
Playfully, he pretended to drop his arm, but as she passed he reached out for her waist. In his struggle to kiss her, she struck out desperately, losing her balance for a moment. Too late, she steadied herself and the jug of ale fell to the floor.
Still he barred the door, and pointing back to the cask, motioned her to refill the jug. Only with many loud sighs and the greatest reluctance did she once more pace over, and feeling his eyes bore into her back, lean over and open the tap once more. This time, as she bent over, she suddenly felt him come up behind her and again clasp her waist. Leaving the foaming jug once more on the floor, she struggled to get free, but this time he had her tightly around the middle and all her kicking and hitting out could not deter him. Laughing once more into her ear, he began to rub one hand across her body, feeling the shape of her narrow waist and sudden flaring ripeness of her breasts. Redoubling her struggles, Allegra twisted and turned, grappling with his exploring fingers. But with the ardour of youth he had found her breasts and with a quick shove had pulled back the braided shift, to reveal one crimson nipple overhanging the stiff cloth of her makeshift bodice. Panting a little, he began to rub this, cupping her breast and trying to kiss the exposed back of her neck.
Outraged, Allegra cried out at him to leave her alone but his ardour was raised and he seemed to be set on an irrevocable course. Fighting his every move, she tried to free herself from his intrusive lips and his fingers which kneaded her breast unmercifully. Did he really think she was just some peasant girl, to be bent over in a barn and pleasured? Well, he would have to learn the truth. Sensing an opportunity, she slowly relaxed into his arms, letting him slowly loose her other breast, so he was pinning her against the cask, massaging both her overhanging breasts in a state of breathless excitement. Indeed, she could feel the extent of his pleasure as he pressed against her back; his manhood was a massive solid bulk pressed hard against her skirts like a ready rod of iron.
Counterfeiting a sigh of pleasure, she leant forward, suggesting by her posture he might take her there and then. Pretending to unlace her bodice, she felt him also reach down and around her to help her undress all the faster. Waiting for the right moment, she sensed his head hanging just above her own. She was ready with the jug; it was but a second’s movement to swing the jug up and over her own head and on to his unprotected scalp. His yowl of pain brought Allegra only pleasure. The drenching too, amused her just as much as her struggles had entertained him. Laughing over him now, she quickly refilled the jug. Then, escaping to the open door, she watched him as he tried to wipe the beer off his soaking clothes, cursing her all the time. With a smile of satisfaction, she turned on her heels and sauntered back to the little wooden house, adjusting her clothing so that as she walked in the door, Nico might never guess they had been disarrayed.
The afternoon brought more work, for when the men returned to the fields she had the little house to clean and some vegetables to pick for the evening. Soon the elation of her victory over Luca faded as she set about her tasks. Sullenly sweeping the bare boards of the ramshackle hut, she found herself watching the youth as he tended the animals out in the fields. Occasionally he looked back at the house with an expression of hurt pride. Certainly his companion had found the sight of him soaked in beer even more amusing than the jokes he had made about her earlier. His harsh belly laughs had clearly mortified the younger man, who had no doubt boasted of his womanising skills before he had taken her to the barn.
Later, once her chores were done, she leant awhile on the rickety veranda and watched Luca carrying sacks of grain to the animals. Certainly from a distance, she was again struck by his manly beauty as his silhouette was framed by the golden sun of late afternoon. In his slow, rhythmic movements as he lifted the sacks on his back and then dropped them to the dusty red ground, she could see the rippling of his muscles beneath the bronze skin, like a living statue from the Greeks. Oddly, now, when she remembered his touch, it was not the revulsion she remembered but the frisson she had worked so hard to stifle. Why then, she puzzled, do I find him so attractive now?
In her musings, she suddenly remembered a fearsome stallion named Drusus she had known back at her family’s estates in Torrinocella. As a little girl, she had hated that horse, with his rolling eyes and great stamping hooves. So great had been her fear that he had visited her nightmares, appearing as a vast, red-eyed steed from Hell, kicking her to the ground and biting her with long, sharp teeth. Then, many years later, a kind groom who had taught her to ride her own gentle mare encouraged her to take him for a gallop. With trembling legs she had waited at the mounting block, dressed in her new blue velvet riding dress and cloak.
As the massive animal trotted before her, it had taken all her courage not to jump back down and run into the house. But he had stood still enough as she waited, and finally she had grasped the pommel to mount the fine leather saddle across his back. Even as she led him at a slow trot through the archway of the park, the great nodding black head with stiff pointed ears had frightened her. It had felt like balancing on an unruly ship at sea, rushing on the storm waves rolling beneath her. But then they had reached the open grassland and she had pricked him with her heels. Oh, the joy of it! The wind had sailed through her hair, the green park had flashed by them and beneath her she had felt his powerful frame surging on and on like a bird skimming over the rolling ocean. She had loved Drusus to his death, loved his strength and speed and power. But now she remembered from what it was that devotion had sprung; it had been born in quivering fear.
Was it fear then, that had kept her back from the youth this afternoon? He had seemed strange and other worldly, like another species of creature altogether. His masculinity both excited and repelled her. If she could but surmount her fear, what then?
Leaning against the wooden veranda, she contemplated both the distant figures, for neither man was unattractive – at least from this safe distance. Nico was watering the crops, stripped to his shirt and breeches, showing strong arms in the sunlight. Certainly his aloofness had been intriguing; his sardonic looks suggesting a manly pride of his own. What had the Prioress meant when she had said that Allegra must serve them in every way? The sun was dropping now towards the smoothness of the ocean. The ghost of a silver moon had appeared in the evening sky above the glimmer of the distant Alps, far away on the mainland. With a growing feeling of both apprehension and excitement, she pondered what the night would bring.
It was therefore with some disappointment that Allegra served their evening meal of boiled chicken and tomatoes from the vine. Luca would barely meet her eye; he was clearly tired and out of sorts, moodily poking his food about his plate. Nico was more cheerful, and it was he who motioned her to fill the jug with beer. Taking a lighted tallow she set off to the barn with a slow backwards glance to the youth but he, having learnt his lesson, stayed resolutely fixed at the table.
Outside, the night was warm, and Allegra lingered beneath a black shadowed tree, watching the moon shimmer across the silver ocean. Like the ceaseless waves, something stirred within her. Her memories of Celina’s lovely softness mingled with this new desire for the strangeness of a man, with his different scents and shape and manner. Lost in a daydream, she did not notice soft footfalls until a dark shadow beneath the tree announced that Nico had followed her. In the dim light, she recognised the broad vigour of his frame and the dark curls trailing down to his shoulders. Reaching out to her, he took the jug, and without a word, drank deeply.
In the trembling light of the tallow, she watched the older man wipe the rim of the jug and offer her the clean edge. Hesitating for a moment, she wondered why he now offered her the drink. Then, realising that this was somehow the starting point to some age old ritual, she grasped the jug and drank deeply. The ale was sharp and strong, burning her throat as she swallowed. With a nod of satisfaction, he took it back and set the jug down firmly on the ground.
When he came to her, she was not surprised. Maybe it was the quick action of the liquor on her senses, or maybe she had glimpsed the inevitable when he laughed so heartily at the youth’s bungled attempt. With supreme assurance he reached out to her and wrapped her in his warm arms. His mouth found hers and, almost insensible with suppressed excitement, she surrendered completely. Everything about him was hard and confident: his broad arms which held her carefully but tightly, his searching fingers which teased her neck and shoulders, even his tongue, which probed stiffly, tasting of salt and alcohol. So unlike Celina, he remained in control, eyeing her somewhat dispassionately, while she found herself clinging to him, pressing her hips to his, ravenous for this new experience of giving herself fully to a man.
Breaking loose from her, he again lifted the jug and offered her the contents. Feeling as abandoned as any harlot, Allegra drank deeply, feeling her head swim a little as the cool liquor drowned her senses. This time it was she who moved to him, offering her lips to his, melding her body into the hard hollow of his chest and shoulders. With skilful art, he teased her tongue with his, then kissed her ears and throat, so gently and so expertly, nothing could have been more different from the naive thrashings of the inexpert youth. Kissing her breasts where they arched up above the tiny bodice, he looked up and slowly smiled. She was dizzy with desire, wishing he would only move faster and take her there and then by the tree. But no, he was not a boy, and his method was slow and stately, keeping her hot and waiting while he took his leisure with her rich store of delights.
To her surprise, he grasped her hand. Not knowing what he wanted, she let him lead her hand downwards to the swelling in his breeches. There, he rubbed her hand gently against the warm hummock until, with a will of her own, she began to explore the swollen flesh, discerning its ample length and the swinging softness of the mass below. Here at last, it seemed, was the answer to her needs; inside she felt empty, aching and feverish, wanting above all to let this man take her any way he pleased. Ever more wantonly, she pressed against the stiff tool, trying to ease it from his clothing, so that she might at last touch and taste that secret pleasure. But now he appeared reluctant. Grasping her wrist, he pushed her away, and with a last kiss on her lips whispered, ‘Let us go inside.’
‘Why?’ she whispered back. But he only answered with a tug to her sleeve and soon she was following him, stumbling into the house in a state of confusion. Luca at first seemed to have disappeared, but then Allegra noticed that the curtain around his bed was drawn. Matters became no clearer when Nico left her at the doorway and began to snuff out a number of candles, lighting an oil lantern from the tallow but turning it down low so it cast a warm amber glow across the walls. All she could think of was how much she wanted him – her body suffered with desire, every particle needing to be touched and caressed so she could somehow be released. And now they were inside the house the difficulty of the situation struck her more forcibly – with Luca in the same room, only lying behind the curtain, how could they possibly satisfy themselves without disturbing him? If only they had stayed outside, they might have pleasured themselves by the tree or even slept on the warm sand by the ceaseless music of the ocean.
At last Nico returned to her, carrying the oil lamp in one hand and reaching out to caress her shoulder with the other. Slowly he led her to Luca’s curtain, and to her astonishment, pulled it aside. The youth was lying miserably on his cot, his boots kicked off and his clothes in disarray. Both he and Allegra looked at each other in astonishment, but behind her, Nico smiled and nodded encouragingly. Through the fog of lust and liquor Allegra’s mind stumbled to a conclusion. Surely he was not giving her to Luca after all? For now she wanted Nico and his strong caresses and slow tormenting manner. But when she looked at Luca he was so beautiful and appealing, his boyish face surrounded by tousled curls and his desire so manifest he might devour her there and then. For guidance, she looked back to Nico, sensing he might leave her now, having safely delivered her to his young friend. But nothing could have been further from the truth.
Taking her arm, he led her to sit on the edge of Luca’s bed where he once more began to kiss her lips. At the same time he took Luca’s hand and placed it on her bare shoulder. Startled, Allegra looked at the older man, but he simply nodded quietly in encouragement. The youth needed no urging, in a moment he was kneeling behind her, kissing her shoulder, seeking her breasts. Alarmed, Allegra suddenly realised what it was the older man planned. It was not that he was giving her to Luca – he was sharing her with him. Instead of one, she might enjoy the both.
Whatever reluctance and shame rose in her conscience at the prospect of sharing a bed with both men, the giddy excitement which filled her damped down any misgivings. Reeling with pleasure, she submitted to Nico’s mouth while Luca hastily began to pull at her bodice. Already she could sense the youth’s clamorous arousal as he freed her breasts and moaned with pleasure, kneeling against her with his cock already hard and ready against her back. Nico too was losing a little of his control, as he grasped one of her freed breasts and eagerly sought the stiff nipple with his mouth.
For a glorious minute Allegra sat with her head flung back as both men fondled and caressed a breast each, driving her into a state of rapture as her nipples were sucked and squeezed at the same time. Looking down, she could see Luca in a state of frantic arousal, moaning as he buried his face in her breast, squeezing her ample flesh. Unable to control himself, he began to explore the folds of her skirt, eventually finding her thigh where the coarse white stockings ended with a garter. With long, needy caresses, he stroked her thigh, making Allegra quiver with anticipation as she leant back, letting her senses fill with this paradise of eager manhood.
Taking the lead once more, Nico dislodged himself and helped her to pull off the tawdry dress. In a few moments she was sitting on the bed, naked but for the leather corset as the two men began to undress as well. For a moment Allegra regained the full capacity of her mind and wondered what it was she was doing here. Surely this was an act of utter depravity, to give herself so fully to the lust of these two men. But it only needed Nico to touch her shoulder once more and guide her, and she was again under a spell, desperate to surrender herself to this wondrous opportunity to fully and totally be overwhelmed by both of these men’s lust.
In the golden lamplight, both Luca and Nico’s skin shone like brass, their dark hair falling on naked shoulders. Allegra drank in the sight of their broad chests and long, hair speckled stomachs. Both men were eagerly ready too, their members crimson in the soft light, rising and jutting stiffly with faintly damp ends. She had no idea what to do, or what would happen next, but whenever fear slipped into her mind, she remembered Drusus and closed her eyes, enjoying only the sensation of wild and passionate lovemaking.
Like a supplicant, Luca slipped down and kneeled before her, kissing her legs and slowly parting her thighs. From his breathless abandonment, she guessed he knew little of women, but his curiosity more than made up for any inexperience. Entranced, he bowed his head before her, kissing her trembling thighs until he reached the parting of her lips. Then, with a groan, he buried his head there, kissing and licking her sex, sucking and flicking with his tongue. Unable to stop her panting excitement, she found Nico standing watching by her side. As he reached down to squeeze her breasts, she grasped him, taking the solid muscle of his penis into her small fingers. Sighing, she found it large and pleasurable to hold but in her inexperience she looked up to the older man for direction.
Very gently, so as not to startle her, he took her head into his hands and led her lips to its bulbous end. Ignoring her fear, she let the salty swelling slip inside her lips, experiencing an uncontrollable swooning as her mouth closed around it and Nico very gently nudged it back against her tongue. The taste was sweet and briny; without guidance she rolled her tongue around the head, feeling breathless rapture, as if she were drowning in physical bliss. Still Luca kneeled below her, his tongue probing deeper like a snake, his dark head lost between her white thighs. From nowhere, it seemed, a titanic wave of release rose within her. Instinctively, she sucked on the older man’s sticky phallus, as if she might milk it there and then.
But as she did so, her legs trembled uncontrollably, and it seemed that as she glanced down at Luca’s dark head he touched a maddening spot deep within her. Again and again, his tongue tormented her. Crying out breathlessly, her hands flew to Nico’s penis and in a vain attempt to possess him she squeezed the shaft so that her mouth was full of him, desperate to drag him along on her violent climax. All the time, Luca’s mouth continued sucking the tiny bead of pleasure until, with a spasm almost as fierce as pain, her senses erupted, squeezing her muscles again and again as Luca pushed his mouth as deep as he could into her hungry chasm. Then, as her crisis subsided, they let her lie back, stretched senseless on the bed. It seemed every nerve in her body had been wakened, from her deepest centre to the hairs on her skin, all of her body thrilling and tingling with pleasure.
In only a few moments she found Luca lying beside her, his handsome face smiling into hers in the lamplight. Eager as ever, he reached out to stroke her, fondling her breasts and stomach and murmuring encouragement in his strange speech. If she had believed for a moment she was satisfied, he wished to prove her wrong. As he placed his heavy cock against her sticky thigh, her senses fluttered back to life. True, she had begun to explore Nico’s manhood, but here was another interesting object for her to delight herself with. For a few moments she stroked it, feeling it quiver beneath her fingertips, the skin so hot and taut she longed to cram it inside her. Then she explored the soft but heavy balls covered in fine hair and felt a new sensation of mastery as she saw his eyes momentarily close and his lips murmur desperate encouragement.
Meanwhile, she felt Nico climb on to the bed behind her and again experienced complete contentment as she lay between the two men, feeling both of their phalluses stiff against her naked skin. While the youth caressed her nipples, soon driving her back into that wild heat of excitement, Nico grasped her buttocks from behind and began to explore the wetness left by his companion, probing and stroking with determined, experienced fingers. He filled first one then the other orifice with his fingers, so she was soon moaning again and thrashing, driven frantic by the friction at her breasts as well as the regular thrusts of Nico’s blunt fingers. Unable to stop yet another convulsion beginning in her loins, she began to whisper to them both. ‘Please,’ she moaned, ‘this time, please take me.’
Impulsively, she looked down at the thick and ready flesh rising from the youth’s stomach; greedily, she bent down to take her pleasure. But this time as her lips reached the round knob of flesh, she felt the older man quickly and neatly lift her by the hips and swing her around on the bed. Scarcely able to think any more, Allegra attacked the youth’s cock with her tongue and lips, gorging herself on his swollen genitalia. Again, she felt the delightful rushing of her senses as her mouth was filled to overflowing. Above her, she could see the youth’s face, dazed with lust, his eyes glazed at the sight of her eagerness.
Just as she felt that her pleasure could not possibly increase, Nico pulled her up on to all fours and with a gasp of pleasure she felt Nico’s stiff rod brushing against the hot cleft at her centre. Almost fainting, she felt the head of his penis slide along her lips as Nico grasped her waist, ready to enter her. Glancing down between her swinging breasts she could see the hot, red tip seeking entry to her passage. She felt the wide head of his member press against her entrance with a delicious pressure. With a moan, she held still and let him slide inside, feeling the shaft like a spear, so far did it reach into her body. Seeming to hold her aloft, he began riding her, giving her long, luxurious strokes which slipped back and forth in her aching wetness.
In a fever of lust, she let Nico set the rhythm then, as he worked her, she followed, slipping her mouth back and forth over Luca’s throbbing rod. With expert timing, Nico let her take his full extent, pulling out to the tip and then cramming her full so that she could barely stand the mounting force inside her. With each forward thrust she bore down on Luca who was almost swooning with lust. Dazed by the torment his sensitive flesh was receiving, he reached out every so often to catch her breasts as they swung back and forth under the accelerating rhythm she was receiving from Nico. Suddenly Luca’s face contorted into a grimace, his slender hips rose and Allegra felt a frantic spasm beginning to work within his rigid member.
‘No,’ groaned Nico throatily, seeing this from his position above; Allegra was pleased to hear that at last lust was getting the better of this assured lover too. With an almost painful shudder he withdrew. Aghast, Allegra looked about her – she had been close once more to climax and was desperate not to be left without satisfaction. But that was not Nico’s intent. With a few murmured commands he set Allegra to lie on the edge of the bed and called Luca over to take her. By now she no longer cared how it happened, or which man’s cock it was that rode her. As the youth knelt before her and slipped his reddened penis between her lips, she only rejoiced to feel that ecstatic rhythm once more. Reaching downwards between her legs, she delighted in the sensation of his thick shaft slipping back and forth between her fingers and the regular thud of his testicles thudding against her buttocks.
Like a man possessed, Nico stood watching over them. Now she could see that he had lost his previous control. His reddened face watched them like a man possessed; like Luca’s, his eyes were fixed and brimming with lust. Without any shame, he stared at the young pair coupling frantically in front of him, his hand reaching down to work at his own stiff phallus, jiggling it up and down like a man past caring.
‘Please,’ she whispered up to him, as Luca worked within her, beating her slippery passage with his heavy shaft. Nico stared at her like a man drowning, watching her breasts rise and fall, panting at the way she lifted her thighs high on to Luca’s shoulders to gain every inch of him into her greedy body. Then he understood.
As her body was driven ever closer to another, almost unendurable spasm by Luca’s endless thrusting, the older man came to her and, straddling her waist, let her do as she pleased. It was more than she could bear. As she took Nico’s weighty shaft as deeply as she could into her mouth, her muscles instantly began to cramp and grip around the other cock driving within her body. Again, like a blinding light, her body filled with the anticipation of pleasure and she reached forward like a starving woman to take even more of Nico’s delicious flesh into her aching mouth. A groan from the youth between her legs told her that he, too, had taken all he could bear. With a muffled scream she felt a strange hotness fill her mouth as Nico delivered into her, making her senses reel with heady delight. At the same time her muscles exploded, almost pushing Nico from his mount as her back arched and her rippling muscles grabbed at the youth’s throbbing member. Unashamed, she felt heat at both ends, matching their pent-up desire. In ecstasy, she felt them jerk and groan, opening herself wide.
As they finally pulled away from her to let her rest, she felt she had never before experienced life so completely. Her body was sore from its hard usage but was deeply calmed, her muscles soothed as they had never been soothed before. She curled up like a child in Luca’s bed; the two men let her be and she slept soundly all night to the lilting lullaby of the ocean, which rocked back and forth at their door.