‘You want it too, don’t you?’ he said, his lips nipping at her earlobe, making her shiver.
She gulped and nodded. He put his hand up her skirt and felt the wetness of her sex, testimony to her lust. His red lips curved into a knowing smile and approached hers where his tongue played slowly along the seam of her mouth, forcing it open, then pushed in to duel with hers. His saliva tasted cool and fresh, slightly lemon-scented, and she felt her last defences against him crumble.
Bruno laid her down and held her close, his fingers where she most wanted them. While she continued to caress the hard shaft of his penis he whispered in her ear, ‘I want you to tell me all about your first time. Who did it to you, where and when?’
She looked at him in surprise, but his fingers slowed on her and she knew that if she wanted the stimulation to continue she must do as he said.
‘I – it was with my cousin Stefano, when I was sixteen. We were out in the countryside and he first gave me a spanking.’
‘On your bare behind?’ Bruno asked, his eyes gleaming hotly at her. She nodded. ‘How did it feel?’
‘Sort of tingly and nice.’
‘Just like this?’
Bruno gave her clitoris a rapid frotting that had her gasping and moaning, then his tormenting fingers slowed again as he murmured, ‘Go on.’
‘Then he kissed me. I’d never been kissed by a boy before.’
‘But you liked it. Did he deep-tongue you, like this?’
She felt Bruno’s hot, wet tongue invade her mouth with brutal force, choking the breath out of her. At the same time he plunged into her with his forefinger, making her squirm with a confusing mixture of alarm and delight. Before she got used to the dual assault on her senses, however, he withdrew and questioned her again. ‘What happened next?’
‘He – he wanted to see my breasts.’
‘I’m not surprised.’ Bruno pulled down her sleeves abruptly and she felt the material rip at the seams. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said carelessly,’ I’ll get you a new dress.’
Within the inadequate covering of her chemise Carla felt her breasts harden with desire, the nipples stiffening as soon as they were exposed to the air and to Bruno’s lustful gaze. He took one in his mouth and chewed it softly, as if it were an exquisite delicacy, sending seismic waves of erotic energy pulsing through her. Caught up in the new sensations Carla let go of his penis, but he replaced her hand at once.
‘Don’t stop what you’re doing, it’s too nice. But tell me what happened after he got to your breasts. Don’t spare any of the details, mind!’
‘He – he touched me, where you’re touching me now.’
‘Ah!’ His eyes were like black gleaming coals. ‘Did he take your maidenhead with his finger or his prick?’
Carla was amazed at the frank way he was talking. She’d heard the apprentices talk like that so she wasn’t shocked, but she had thought noblemen spared women such verbal crudity. To her surprise, she found the rude words arousing and lost her own inhibitions. ‘His finger, I think. I’m not sure.’
‘But he did penetrate you?’
‘Yes.’
‘And it felt good?’ Two fingers entered her this time. Bruno rolled them around, his knuckle against her clitoris, intensifying the friction until it became almost intolerable. ‘How big was his dick? Did it feel the same as this, or thicker?’
‘A bit thicker, I think.’
‘He was pretty well hung, then.’ For a moment Bruno withdrew his hand, leaving her gasping with frustration, but then she felt a thicker bunch of fingers enter her. ‘A three-finger sized cock, was it?’
She nodded, unable to speak, her body a mass of quivering desire. To have her pussy filled again was wonderful. She hadn’t realised how much she had been missing it, this feeling of completeness and warm gratification.
‘How did he fuck you, fast or slow?’
Carla strained to remember but her mind was growing fuzzy, overwhelmed by the pleasurable signals from her body. ‘Both, I think. He did it in a kind of rhythm, fast and slow.’
‘It wasn’t his first time, then.’
‘I don’t think so. He seemed to know exactly what to do. And he promised me he would pull out in time.’
Carla flushed as she recalled what Lisa had said about Bruno, how he’d fathered several children. Would he be annoyed at the reference?
But his grin only widened and he chuckled softly. ‘Sounds like he had his feathers singed once or twice, like me. How did you feel when he put his cock in you for the very first time?’
‘Wonderful, I couldn’t believe anything could feel so good. There was a melting feeling deep inside me, and something was tingling down there too. I’d had some feelings like that but nothing so strong before. Then he started to move and I soon learned how to move with him so it felt even better.’
‘In and out, in and out,’ Bruno grinned, making his hand work like a thrusting penis. ‘Come on, don’t forget that my prick needs rubbing too.’
It was huge now, taut and active against her palm. Carla did her best to stimulate him while the relentless finger-fucking went on in her quim, making her almost faint with the hunger of wanting him. Although she would have loved to feel the girth of his sturdy tool inside her she knew it was better this way. Evidently Bruno had learnt his lesson – or else he had been severely reprimanded for his profligacy by his father – and did not wish to risk another illegitimacy.
‘And did he make you – come, that first time?’
Bruno’s voice was breathy and strained so Carla knew he was close to a climax himself. She intensified her efforts, moving the supple skin of his shaft more rapidly over the hot, throbbing flesh beneath.
‘Mm . . .’ she said non-committally, unwilling to break the spell they were both under. His excitement was leading her on into a maelstrom of wonderful sensuality where her pussy felt like an overflowing fountain of bliss.
Then they heard voices. After a few seconds of conversation Carla recognised Bruno’s elder brother, Tommaso, walking in the garden with two of his friends. She glanced fearfully at Bruno, who winked and put his finger to his lips. She grasped his cock tightly in alarm and was taken completely by surprise when it began to pulsate and spew in her hand.
‘Fuck!’ she heard him exclaim, then he continued in a low whisper, ‘I was hoping to continue after they’d gone. You stay here and lie low.’
Before she realised what was happening, Bruno had got to his feet and was emerging from the myrtle grove into the path of the other young men. She heard Tommaso exclaim, ‘Bruno! What were you doing, hiding in those bushes?’
‘Just taking a leak,’ he replied. Carla marvelled that he could play it so cool seconds after ejaculating. It was obvious that he was practised in the art of snatching his sexual satisfaction wherever he could, and getting away with it.
The sounds of the men’s voices died away and she guessed they were walking towards the flat, sandy area at the end of the garden for a game of bowls. Cautiously she crept out of her hiding-place and dusted herself down. She soon discovered that the sleeve of her dress was gaping, showing the shift beneath, and she hurried back indoors hoping no one would see her before she could get to her needle and thread.
But Lisa was there, waiting for her. She took one look at her friend’s dishevelled state and a sly grin crept over her face. ‘He caught you, didn’t he? I knew you were out in the garden, so when I saw him go I guessed he was after you. Well it’s all your own fault. If you will go sneaking off by yourself . . .’
‘Lisa!’ Carla’s tone was curt. ‘It’s none of your business what I do.’
‘So it’s Signorina Pudica now, is it? Don’t you put on airs with me. I know you better than anyone here. You just couldn’t wait to throw yourself at that rake, could you?’
Carla was angry. She flounced past and went upstairs to find her sewing things, slamming the bedroom door behind her. She lay down on her bed shaking, but soon recovered and went to the window whi
ch overlooked the garden. There in the distance were the four men playing bowls. She stared at Bruno, laughing and joking with the others, and wondered if he was telling them about his most recent conquest. A bitter pain seized her heart.
‘Oh Marco!’ she sighed. ‘It’s you I want to be making love with, not the likes of him! Yet when my blood is hot I can’t help myself. Is there any hope for me?’
When she had hastily mended her sleeve Carla took out her sketching things and consoled herself by making a quick study of the men at play. While she was drawing Lisa entered. For a while Carla ignored her, but then the other girl came up with a placatory smile.
‘I’m sorry, Carla, that was mean of me. Will you forgive me?’
‘All right. But why did you say it – are you jealous?’
‘I suppose I must be,’ Lisa sighed. ‘With Federico so far away I can’t help lusting after other men, but I want to be faithful to him, really I do!’
‘Have you – you know, with him?’ Carla asked, coyly.
To her surprise, Lisa shook her head. ‘No, he thinks I’m chaste. Well I am still a virgin, technically speaking. But he doesn’t know about Tommaso. You can’t afford to let a man know about your past if you hope to marry him.’
‘Tommaso!’ Carla stared, astonished. ‘This is the first I’ve heard about him!’
‘Oh, it was a long time ago. Soon after I came here. Tommaso flirted with me first, you see. I think that’s what got his brother interested. But I wasn’t having Bruno think that just because I’d dallied with his brother I’d do the same with him.’
Carla held her fingers to her temples, her eyes wide with mock disbelief. ‘You are a devious one, Lisa. But now I’ve told you all about what I did with Bruno you just have to spill the beans about Tommaso. That’s only fair.’
They settled down on the bed, side by side. ‘I was a naive young girl when I came here,’ Lisa began. ‘When Tommaso started paying court to me I thought he wanted to be my sweetheart – you know, serious. So I encouraged him, fool that I was. He knew exactly how to woo me, too. Flattered me by saying I had the looks of a lady, that my mother must have had noble blood in her, all that rubbish. And he was always touching me, on the arm or shoulder. Sometimes he would run his fingers through my hair and sigh, like a lovesick youth.’
‘What did he do when he got you alone?’
‘You are impatient, aren’t you? Well the first time he caught me I was in his bedroom. I was a maid-of-all-work in those days and if we weren’t busy in the kitchen they’d set me cleaning. I was just smoothing down the sheet on his bed when he came in and locked the door behind him, just like that. I froze, I was terrified. But he came towards me with such a sweet smile on his face that I stopped being so frightened. He can be really nice at times.’
‘But in his bedroom! What did you do?’
‘I did nothing, I was like a scared rabbit before a fox. Anyway, he asked me to sit down on the chest by the bed and he told me there was something he wanted me to do for him. Something special.’
‘Oh, yes?’
‘At first it seemed innocent, hardly anything. He gave me some lengths of cord and asked me to tie him to the bedpost.’
‘Tie him up? How extraordinary! Why should he want you to do that?’
‘I didn’t know at first, but there seemed no harm in it. I tied his wrists together, like he told me, and fastened them over the bedpost. Then he asked me to do the same with his legs, so I secured them to the post at the bottom of the bed.’
‘You made him a prisoner on his own bed? Strange!’
Lisa giggled at the memory. ‘It gave me a sense of power, I can tell you. When you’ve had people order you around all day – “Do this, do that!” – it makes a nice change to be the one in control.’
‘I can imagine. But was that all he wanted you to do?’
‘No. He asked me to take off my dress. I heard alarm bells then, as you can imagine, but he pointed out that if I’d tied him securely then nothing bad could happen. Still I resisted, but he said it would make him so happy that he would give me a present of a pretty pair of sleeves, so I agreed. I couldn’t see any wrong in it.’
‘When you took your dress off, what happened then?’
‘He asked me to pull up my shift and bend over, so he could see my bare arse. I protested again, as you can imagine. It didn’t seem – well, proper. And, to tell you the truth, no man had seen that part of me naked before. But I thought of those pretty sleeves – green ones, embroidered, he said – and did as he told me to.’
Carla giggled. ‘You showed him your bum?’
‘Yes. He asked me to pull my cheeks apart too, so he could see my “pretty pink rose” as he called it. He meant my anus. By now I was convinced that he was insane. Anyway, I kept my thighs close together so he couldn’t glimpse my front bottom, and bent over just like he said. When I looked back at him over my shoulder I saw his eyes boring into me, staring so hard. I felt uncomfortable and pulled my shift down, but he told me to lie down on the chest beside the bed and pull up my shift in front.’
‘He did? But weren’t you close to him there?’
‘Very close. But remember he was still tightly tied up so I felt safe. I lay down just inches from his cock and pulled up my shift. I had only sparse hair on my mound then, as I was quite young. He could see my pussy lips very clearly.’
‘Did he get excited?’
‘Yes, though he tried to hide it. I could see his hose bulging where his dick was rearing up. I lay there trembling, wondering what he would ask me to do next. He stared for quite a while at my sex and then asked me to part my legs. Now I really was ashamed, but extremely excited too. My love-button (of course, I didn’t know what it was then) was pulsing wildly.’
Carla was trying to understand what was going on in Tommaso’s twisted mind. ‘He just wanted to look at you, then. I suppose he asked you to tie him up so he couldn’t get into trouble. Still, it seems peculiar.’
‘I thought so too, at the time. Now I know a lot more about what men like to do. Federico told me many things. Being a soldier, he gets to witness and hear about lots of things that other men don’t.’
‘Was that it, then? Was Tommaso satisfied with just being a Peeping Tom?’
Lisa shook her head. ‘No, he wanted to see some action. Not his – mine! He told me to put my finger into my pussy and rub myself the way it felt good. I’d never done it before, you understand, so it seemed strange at first. And until I’d got the hang of it my poor pussy felt quite sore. But when I discovered the right angle to stimulate my love-button I found I couldn’t stop. I was rubbing away, getting hotter and hotter, with his lewd eyes on me all the time. It didn’t take me long to come, I can tell you.’
‘You made yourself climax?’
‘Yes. Like I said, it was my first time. When I told Tommaso he seemed even more pleased, as if he’d been present at my de-flowering. He didn’t ask me to do anything for him though, despite the fact that he had a hard-on like a rolling pin. When I’d calmed down and put my dress back on he just asked me to release him from his bonds.’
‘Is that all?’
‘Yes. He kept his word, too. Next day he gave me these. But he warned me not to talk about what had happened in his bedroom, or he’d say I stole them.’
Lisa opened her chest and drew out a linen parcel which she opened to reveal an exquisite pair of emerald green velvet sleeves, embroidered with gold thread. Carla gasped. ‘How beautiful! He really gave you those?’
‘Yes. I’ve no idea whether he bought them or if they were hand-me-downs, but I didn’t care. Not that I ever have occasion to wear them, of course. I’m saving them for my wedding day.’ She chuckled. ‘I’ll never tell Federico how I came by them. If he asks, I’ll say they were left to me by a rich relative!’
‘But tell me more about Tommaso: did he ever trouble you again?’
‘Now that’s the funny part. He became quite distant with me after that. You won’t tell
anyone about all this though, will you? I trust you, that’s why I told you, but I’d get into terrible trouble if rumours went round about it and the news came to his ears.’
Carla squeezed her friend’s hand. ‘I won’t tell, I promise. But you mustn’t tell about me and Bruno, either. Promise?’
Lisa nodded and they hugged each other, giggling, their earlier quarrel quite forgotten.
Downstairs the household was waking up after the heat of the day and the clatter that floated up from the kitchen proclaimed that preparations for the evening meal were under way.
‘I must go,’ Lisa said, jumping from the bed. ‘It’s my turn to prepare the sauces. Coming?’
‘Can’t you say I’ve got a headache?’ Carla pleaded. ‘I want to mend my dress a bit more.’
‘All right, but you’ll have to come down eventually. We’re short-handed tonight because Mario is visiting his sick mother.’
But once Lisa had left the room Carla remained on the bed, looking wistfully out of the window. The news that her friend had a lover that she was hoping to wed had filled her with a secret envy, and now her mood was melancholy once again. Not that she begrudged her, but although the one she loved was not so far away geographically as Federico was, he was light years away in practical terms. She thought of Marco and Elena: would he marry her eventually, too? The idea that he might wed another girl without ever knowing how much she cared for him was wormwood to her soul.
The sky was beautiful in its evening gown of purple, rose and gold. Carla gave a loud sigh and stretched voluptuously. Her body, still awakened after her encounter with Bruno and further roused by the spicy talk between her and Lisa, was making its need insistently felt. Idly she stroked her breast beneath her clothes, feeling the nipple swell with tingling warmth. The spot between her thighs began to vibrate too, and with a low moan she let her right hand find the hard button at the apex of her pussy.
Even through two layers of clothing she could feel the throbbing of her clitoris and impatiently she thrust her hand beneath her skirts, determined to gain satisfaction this time. Her cleft was filled with moisture, the sticky juices clinging to her forefinger as she parted her. vaginal lips and found herself already melting with desire.
Artistic Licence Page 19
