While Cardinal Roderigo was meditating in his library, Lucrezia and her younger brother, Giuffredo, were on their way back to continue their studies in the Orsini Palace, Monte Giordano.
They rode on horseback, as usual, with their attendants and men at arms-for the highway could be a dangerous spot, particularly toward nightfall-strung out around them. They were both excellent horsemen. Giuffredo, who was almost two years younger than his sister, had shown particular promise almost the first time he was put on a horse some years previously. The horse had, for some reason, suddenly and unexpectedly bolted from under the eyes of the lad's teachers, but he had clung grimly on with his young, sturdy arms and, white as death, but determined, had still been seated when the horse was overtaken at the end of a furious five-minute chase.
Like his brother and sister, he looked older than his years and his body had been strengthened with continual exercise in archery, wrestling and swimming. His character was already taking a determined turn which brought him the respect of those elders who came into close contact with him.
He glanced over at his sister. He was very proud of her and her beauty and he hoped she would soon be tired so that he could take her in front of him on his own horse as was their established custom. Nothing made him feel more male and protective than to know that his sister was tired and dependent on him while he manfully guided their horse forward along the trail.
Lucrezia glanced back at him and smiled. He was rather like Cesare though his nose was slightly retrousse and his hair had faint tints of red in it. She had found, during the journey, that her thoughts, so much centered now on the sexual events of the past few days, wandered to Giuffredo and imagined what it would be like with him. Of course he was younger. But he was always so masculine that she was sure he'd be quite commanding if led. She rubbed her crotch along her saddle. The soreness had almost disappeared, but its traces left the strongly intangible memory of Cesare and her father, both with part of their bodies actually inside her body, crushing wetly, deliciously into her. The memory made her feel suddenly chill in her belly and she pressed down hard on the rough saddle.
It was dusk before she changed over to Giuffredo's horse. It always happened the same way; eventually she felt she couldn't keep her shoulders from sagging forward and her neck began to ache.
The lieutenant of the guard respectfully helped her up in front of her brother and then ordered his men to light the lanterns they carried.
The procession continued, slowly, with the lanterns throwing long, vague shadows on the road and dimly showing up the faces of the riders, glinting on the swords of the men-at-arms.
Lucrezia arranged her long, loose skirt around her. She still wore no underclothes but for her petticoats and she felt the cold leather of the saddle against her genitals with a shock of pleasure. She leaned back against Giuffredo, who put one arm protectively around her waist, guiding the horse with the other. Around them was the clip-clop of the horses, the shadows of the long barrows made weird and stark by the lantern-light. None of the attendants or the guards chatted around them-they were too tired after the day's ride. The procession had a slow, clip-clopping rhythm of its own which seemed to be lulling everyone to the brink of sleep.
Lucrezia's thighs slipped gently against the saddle. The movement of the horse jogged her in a gentle rise and fall. Once again, unconcerned now with the guidance of a horse, she let her thoughts dwell on the events of the past days. In cold blood she could hardly imagine herself prostrated in front of her father while from behind her, unseen, he screwed her with his unbearably big weapon. She wondered what she looked like to him in that position. The thought of herself stretched out with all her openings spread out before his eyes gave her a delicious little thrill of horror. She thought of his prick. How big it had been. How could it have gone in her? All of it! But how wonderful it had finally been!
Her crotch slipped on the saddle, bringing her back to the present. She was getting wet again with the thought. Now that she knew exactly what she longed for, knew the sight and feel of it, she felt she needed it every time her thoughts strayed in a sexy direction.
Up and down she jogged on the saddle. She wriggled her bottom slightly against it on the downward movement. Her breath was a series of small sighs in her throat as she leaned against Giuffredo. His presence and her feelings combined to make him seem the object of her desire. If only they were alone, she'd make him leap down from the horse and fuck her in the field alongside. She wondered if he'd ever done it and came to the conclusion it was out of the question. He was simply too young and they spent most of their time together.
Back and forth, up and down. She squirmed on the hard leather, flattening the slim wedges of her sex against it. There was really very little separating her from Giuffredo, she thought: just her tucked up skirt lying across the horse's back between them and his thin hose. His boyish prick was so close to her. She could actually feel the pressure of his legs against hers where he sat behind her on the same saddle. If only they could do it now.
She pushed her bottom back against his loins. She could feel the pressure of his body down there against the voluminous folds of her skirt; his free hand was still around her waist, her head against his shoulder.
Gently she edged her hips right back along the saddle, straightening her body imperceptibly, so that her bottom was tight against his loins. She held her breath and let the horse's movement jog her behind against his loins. With every pace forward, her buttocks crushed back against the point where his penis was hidden by his tight hose.
The main trouble, she realized, after a few minutes-in which her face became hotter and hotter and her vagina felt as if it were weeping-was that she couldn't feel what effect she was having on Giuffredo; the folds of cloth between them were too many.
She reached behind her, as if simply to arrange her skirt, and deftly drew it up a little above the point where her buttocks rose above the saddle. At the same time, she pushed her hips back again so that her naked flesh was in contact with the thin cloth of her brother's hose.
As she did so-and totally accidentally-her hand brushed against his loins and she knew what the effect had been. She had felt a small, but very definite bulge.
My sweet young brother, she thought. You're beginning to feel how nice it would be to possess your sister.
They jogged for a while and then Giuffredo pushed out his thighs along the horse so that Lucrezia was virtually sitting in his lap, with the point of his bulge pressed against the slit of her buttocks. Her skirt draped over them, falling over his legs quite naturally, so that their point of contact was quite hidden.
Now with every movement of the horse, her buttocks crushed back around the bulge in his hose, rubbing down it with a pressure which sent a spear of delight up Lucrezia's spine.
Giuffredo's hand had tightened on her belly, his arm surrounded her more tightly than it ever had before on their journeys. She felt his chest heaving and pressed hard against her back.
Giuffredo himself wasn't quite sure what was happening. He felt tight and prickly inside, particularly down at his reproductive organ. That was what his tutor called it in his advanced biology lessons. Giuffredo had never quite been able to believe in the process which it was alleged took place. He had never even felt any desire to masturbate, which he understood was a phase some boys got earlier than others. He'd always been rather frightened of the idea-as if something terrible would happen to him if he did.
But now Lucrezia, his beautiful sister of whom he was so proud, was pressing against him in a way which was having a strange and exciting effect on his organ and his whole being. And, what was more, he was certain she was doing it on purpose. She'd deliberately pulled her skirt over his legs and he could feel she had nothing on underneath and her hand had brushed his center of excitement, making it jerk involuntarily against the tight hose he wore and causing him considerable embarrassment.
He felt very strange, almost sick in a pleasant way-if that were possible. And every step the horse made with consequent jog of Lucrezia's bottom against him he felt stranger and sicker.
Guiltily he glanced at the surrounding horsemen. They were dim, unreal figures in the flickering light of the lanterns. They all appeared to be asleep. They could almost have been ghosts, following them, lit up in their own aura of ghostliness.
He closed his eyes. His fingers on the reins were clenched. He closed out everything but the strong rubbing sensation of her bottom on his organ under the skirt as the horse jogged forward. He became aware of his hand on her belly. He could feel the warm, firm arc of her belly under the skirt and the feel of it made him want to explore it with his hands, to feel it naked.
Lucrezia, he noticed, was squirming in a slightly unnatural way on the saddle. She leaned back her head against him so that their faces touched and for the first time in his life the touch excited and embarrassed and delighted him. Her face was warm and her eyes were closed and their bodies were together from the saddle to their heads and the pressure on his loins was making him want to burst through his hose.
Suddenly he felt his sister's hand upon his leg, stroking his thigh-and moving up his thigh, reaching awkwardly under the skirt until her fingers lightly landed on the bulge of his penis. The touch sent a shock right through his body and he drew back his hips involuntarily. But her hand pursued and he let it fondle him there, with an excitement growing in his loins which he couldn't control.
It was at this point that the lieutenant of the guard coughed-and Giuffredo moved sharply, guiltily back from his sister again.
The cough was a preliminary for an announcement.
The lieutenant thought they should ride a little faster to reach the Orsini Palace at a reasonable hour. They had, still, rather farther to go than was wise on a night as dark as this.
Reins were tightened throughout the party and the pace increased to a canter.
The extra attention directed on horses and road and the greater noise of the canter seemed to Giuffredo to act as a cover for his secret activity with Lucrezia and he pressed the bulge of his loins back against the warm nudity of her backside. Her hand, which had momentarily withdrawn, also came back and rose and fell against his protrusion as they cantered forward into the night.
Giuffredo felt hot and almost dizzy with excitement. He kept having to control himself with an effort. Lucrezia, he saw, was breathing very heavily as if in the throes of some strong physical exertion.
Under cover of the noise she half turned to him and whispered something.
Now that she had spoken, reestablished with the sound of her voice, that she was his sister, he felt a new wave of embarrassment.
“What?” he asked leaning forward, blushing.
“I said put it in me,” Lucrezia said brazenly.
Giuffredo was horrified and flustered-and then freshly excited. The actual thing! The hand came back and pinched and poked the hot mound of flesh which seemed bent on escaping from his clothing. He pushed his hips forward and pressed them against her flesh with a furious desire.
“It's not possible,” he whispered back.
“Yes it is. Nobody'll ever notice with the jogging of the horse-it'll look natural. I can lean forward on the horse's neck as if I'm asleep.”
Giuffredo was silent for a moment. He wanted to try it now to the point of desperation. He could never forgive himself if he lost this opportunity.
“But my clothes.”
“Slit them with your knife,” Lucrezia replied immediately. “You can change them as soon as we arrive and throw them away. “Nobody'll see in the dark.”
Giuffredo's heart was pounding with excitement. It was all incredible. He couldn't think it out. There was something which would make it dangerous. It was dangerous. Riding through the night on the back of a horse in the midst of a crowd of men-at-arms!
But Lucrezia had suggested it and she sounded as if there was absolutely nothing to worry about. Her confidence was infectious. They were in it together and he was so wild with a frightened excitement now that he couldn't keep his loins still.
“Hurry!” Lucrezia whispered.
Giuffredo glanced around at the dim riding figures. Their lanterns illuminated them in little tents of light. He and his sister were in the central shadow. Besides, everybody was concentrating on the road.
Carefully he took his small, jeweled dagger from his belt. He held it in his hand and glanced around again. Then with a quick movement he inserted the tip in the stitches of the cloth and slid the knife downwards, between him and Lucrezia. He was very careful. He felt the flat of the blade, cold against the heat of his genitals. He withdrew it, shoved it back into his belt. His belly was frozen with nervous tension. Now he couldn't bear to look around him, sure that someone had noticed. But when at last he did, he laughed nervously at his own stupid imagination. It was unlikely that anyone would have been able to see clearly enough to know what he was doing even had they looked.
He sat against Lucrezia, who was still squirming on the saddle. His stomach was so churned up that he felt unable to move. And then she did it for him. He felt her fingers, cool and as foreign and strange as the knife blade, pull apart her skirt.
His organ shot out rigidly at her, short, but stubby in its adolescence. He felt as if he wanted to piss. He couldn't bear her touch. But there was nothing to be done. He couldn't pull back his loins more than a few centimeters and her fingers followed relentlessly.
He gasped aloud and tried to smother the noise in a cough. Her fingers stroked and then her hand closed around the fleshy branch and squeezed gently, and then harder.
Her hand went under his organ and in through the slit and he winced as it caressed his testicles. He felt he would die of the sensation.
“Oh, God-now,” Lucrezia murmured. He felt her two bottom cheeks come back against his naked pin of flesh. Flesh against flesh! The thought as much as the sensation nearly made him swoon. His hand tightened on the reins, the other tightened on her stomach.
Lucrezia lay forward on the horse's neck, breathing hard against its mane. This position presented him with a half-full access to her genital region, while her skirt was still sufficiently long to cover them both.
Giuffredo felt suddenly very hopeless and incompetent. He wished the first time didn't have to be on a horse in full canter. But his prick was seething and it seemed that only the unknown thing would give a natural outlet to his feelings.
He pushed his penis against her, felt it nosing on the flesh of her buttocks, felt it rubbing into the rift between them and his chest was thumping all through with excitement.
Gently and then more firmly he pushed against her. He wasn't sure where he was or how to find out. The pressure of his organ against her flesh was enough to make him cough with stifled passion, but he couldn't seem to find the spot.
Lucrezia in her forward position would have made her movement too conspicuous by reaching back to guide him, and their position would have meant a dangerous disarrangement of her skirt, so she lay still, waiting for him to find the place.
Giuffredo edged his prick between the rift right down at its base near the saddle. He had to find the hole. He wanted desperately to find it. He pushed harder. His penis was pricking furiously and it felt suddenly moist. The horse cantered on and the echoes of the others surrounded them in the dimness.
He seemed unable to find the hole. He bit his lips in excitement and frustration. There was no feeling except a great, building pressure — and then suddenly Lucrezia gave a jerk which she controlled immediately and he felt a grip around the tip of his penis which filled him with a fresh wave of sensation. It gripped him like a claw and he tried to push straight in in his mad delight that he was fucking a woman that the unbelieved-in, impossible, was happening-actually happening.
Oh, that claw! Such an excruciating grip! He pushed and Lucrezia jerked and he heard her stifled gasp. Even in his desire he was frightened enough to look guiltily around. The horses cantered on, jogging up and down, gathering speed a little-a bustle of noise.
Giuffredo edged in farther, sliding forward on the saddle, jogging up into Lucrezia as the horse jogged, drawing out a little with the descent.
The hole was very tight. It was pulling back his foreskin with a bruising force which was painful and delightful at the same time. He occasionally heard a murmur from his sister. But she was controlling herself fairly well and pushing her bottom back onto him.
Lucrezia was in an agony of mixed pain and an excited desire to debase herself.
Lying along the horse, with her head so far from her extended bottom where she could feel Giuffredo's finger of flesh stiffly pruning, she had early realized that he was unwittingly probing her anus. She had been about to swing upright and back to tell him when something about the blunt exploration had stopped her. The point screwing there, not yet in the hole, but pushing hard into the cleft of entry made her strain as if she were emptying her bowels. It was a not unpleasant sensation and she suddenly wondered what it would be like to be screwed in her ass. She felt, too, a desire for a completely new sensation and there was something so wicked-seeming about the idea that she quickly resolved to let Giuffredo continue.
She even helped him by stretching back her behind and straining in an attempt to open the tiny posterior slit for him.
His prick was neither as big as his father's nor yet Cesare's, but when the first penetration came it gave her a nauseous shock of pain. She tried not to cry out and hid her face in the horse's thick mane.
From then on it was shock after shock becoming gradually less of a shock but always with the possibility of a relapse into an unexpected pain.
Her return was inflamed with pain which gave way to a sensation of being turned inside out, naked and debased but pervertedly thrilling. She tried not to wiggle and gasp, but she couldn't even be bothered to look up to see if anyone had noticed them.
His penetration, which became easier and easier, began actually to have an erotic effect on her normal sexual organ. She began to get more and more excited. It became more and more difficult to control both movement and sound. She was thankful that the canter of the horse hid her jogging to a considerable extent, making it seem quite natural.
Her anus felt as if it was a wide and deep hole, a gaping chasm into which Giuffredo was plunging his whole body in ravishment. Somehow she wanted more, even though she knew she could take little more. He seemed to be right up in her bowels. She thought of her inner tubes, wondered exactly where he was in them, felt the excitement growing in her vagina, knew she was going to come and pressed her head furiously into the horse's sweating neck and gasped out her fulfillment.
Giuffredo, quite unaware of his mistake, pushed his penis deeper and deeper into the unseen gulf which seemed to hold and suck it in like a whirlpool, refusing to let it withdraw without difficulty.
A million sharp pins seemed to attack his tender organ. It felt sore with the effort of penetration, yet the soreness was an exciting wonderful sensation. He kept his hand on Lucrezia's hip as she lay before him and he dug his fingers into her flesh, intense with his passion.
He no longer looked around him either. He didn't care. His movement was compatible with that of a horse-rider. His main difficulty as he jerked his hips sharply and surreptitiously up at the hole, which was sucking his soul through his body, was to prevent gasps and moans from breaking through his lips. The effort was as excruciating as the crushing of his prick down there under the skirt.
His jerking seemed to get naturally faster. He found that his penis seemed to lead him, working and throbbing with its own life. It was being swallowed in Lucrezia. He could feel the flesh of his loins around his genitals touching the smooth flesh of her bottom which wiggled ever so slightly and secretly against him.
The horse cantered on. Its loud clip-clopping drowning the scarcely controlled noise of Giuffredo's growing passion. Around their horse the men-at-arms scrutinized only the darkness on either side, watching for lawless bands of robbers.
Giuffredo jogged-a natural jogging with the, horse. Lucrezia was still, lying along the horse's neck apparently asleep-except for that secretive squirming of her buttocks back against his prick under the sheltering skirt.
Gradually Giuffredo's loins became transformed into a mass of sensation such as he'd never felt before. So this was it! His loins were no longer flesh and blood but some strange, unearthly substance which glowed and burned in its own fire.
He felt himself becoming more and more helpless down in those nether regions. He could hardly disguise his audible passion and every so often a barking gasp broke through his lips and he tried to cover it with a cough. The burning sensation down there was carrying him along with it. He no longer guided, no longer had control. His loins were running away with him. It was excruciating delight and rather frightening as if he were about to have his blood sucked out of his body through his penis.
He felt, ridiculously that at this stage he should stop before something terrible happened. But now it was too late; he was no longer able to. The mouth was sucking and sucking, drawing his blood into his prick, filling it, making it heavy and painful. His prick seemed to have swollen to enormous proportions. He heard Lucrezia give a slight gasp into the horse's mane. He jerked harder, harder. He felt as if his prick were splitting, peeling back in two parts from that small opening at its head, peeling back to let the blood shoot out. He gasped again, trying desperately to cover his noises. The horse jogged and his penis rammed up into the hole. Again, again, he gasped again, finally- and then he bit his lips smothering his groans in the depths of his throat as he felt the sudden release of a wet, sticky substance flowing from him, leaving him after a few moments weak j and almost unable to hold the reins.
Now that it was over and Lucrezia sat up as if she'd just awakened from sleep, he felt r acutely embarrassed. His embarrassment be- k came wholesale confusion a little later when his sister confided in him what had happened. But she assured him it had been quite pleasant for her and was so open and provocative in her speech that his shame finally left him. When they reached the Orsini Palace after another hour's ride, he managed to slip into his quarters and change his hose-under the pretext of caring for his horse. On the whole he felt glad, and excited at the new future the day had opened up for him.