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      Explicit
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  Category:
      F/M, F/F, Multi
  Fandom:
      The_Borgias_(2011), Borgias_-_Ambiguous_Fandom
  Relationship:
      cesare_borgia/sanica, juan_borgia/sanica
  Character:
      Cesare_Borgia, Juan_Borgia
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Rough_Sex, Double_Penetration, Oral_Sex, Drunk
      Sex, Porn_With_Plot, vulgarity, Anal_Sex, Orgy, Urination, Rape_Fantasy,
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      Published: 2014-01-27 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 8422
****** A Night With Brothers: A Borgian Smut Story ******
by Avalonmedieval
Summary
     After being forced into a loveless marriage to 13 yr old Gioffre
     Borgia, vivacious Sanica of Aragon becomes restless as well as
     reckless when she is tempted to spend a night with two of the most
     powerful, yet dangerous men of Rome; Juan and Cesare Borgia, her
     husband’s very own brothers.
Notes
     Author's Note: I do not have degree in journalism and I am dyslexic,
     so yes, you will find mistakes in my writing, but I hope you still
     enjoy the read.
     Plot Note: My short story is a mix of Showtime's the Borgias and the
     real life Borgias. It takes place shortly after Gioffre's wedding to
     Sancia on the pretense that Sancia was a virginal bride. In real
     life, rumor has it that Sancia betrayed her husband with Juan and
     Cesare. There are also rumors that Cesare might have murdered Juan in
     a jealous rage over Sancia. Even after Cesare murdered Sanica's
     brother and caused her imprisonment, she still remained close to
     Cesare and agreed to his wishes by raising Lucretiza's illegitimate
     son; the Roman Infant.
     Story Note: Lots and lots of graphic sex :) And Vulgarity.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The Charade *****
 
Sancia rolled her eyes trying hard to ignore her boyish husband as he tapped
his fork to the beat of the dancers. This was a serious performance and like
always, he made play of everything. Sighing out loud not carrying who heard her
irritation, she thought to herself; it was to be expected,he was a child and
children played. They thought light of everything including marriage and her
newly wed husband was no exception.
Across the long regal embellished table of extravagant food and expensive wine
reclined Cesare and Juan, her husband's older brothers. Both of the young men
were engrossed in the dramatic performance paying no mind to their new sister-
n-law. Sancia's eyes rolled over Cesare's lean body drinking the sight of his
masculinity. How easily she could imagine lying beneath his dominating wrath
while running her fingers through his thick chestnut-colored lengthy locks. The
thought of his firm ass cheeks pumping milky fluid into her core made her
squeeze her legs together, the mental image conjuring real physical
torment. Gods, he was breathtakingly gorgeous with fathomless dark eyes that
seem to pry into one's darkest thoughts when he gazed upon them. It was rumored
all through Rome that Cardinal Cesare Borgia had been blessed with the Devil's
Insight and could read one's thoughts. Sancia giggled just thinking of what his
reflection would be if he was to read her thoughts now. In fact, she wished
that he would look her way so that he could see her hidden desires and maybe,
he would give her just what she needed and that was a real fucking, not like
the ones she received from her kid husband, who ever now and then, as if
obeying a chore, would roll over on top of her and stick his tiny shaft in and
render a few pathetic humps until he fell limp. No, what she needed was a real
man; a man like Cesare, or his equally handsome brother, Juan. She thought, her
eyes now glued to Juan as he sipped from a golden chalice filled with French
imported wine. Now Juan was a man not to be angered. He was known for his quick
temper and violent outbursts. She had heard that he had killed a groom boy once
just for stepping in his path while having a bad day. While Juan possessed a
raw temperament, the same could be said about his sexual appetite.
Juan licked his lips with the aroma of wine still upon them. Sancia glared
greedily at Juan's tongue as it stroked his bottom lip, wondering what it would
feel like for that moist tongue to plunder her feminine folds. He would not be
idle or gentle; he wasn't that kind of man. He would ravish her petite body
until the point of climax and then impale his steel in her as if she were a
mere tavern wench. She had heard too many whispers among the serving maids and
knew exactly the kind of sensual brutality he liked to inflict upon his sexual
victims, but she did not mind. The thought of being pinned down and tortured
sexually by Juan excited her to the point of wetness.
Crossing her legs, hoping to soak up the bit of dew that had seeped from her
always horny cunt, she glanced back at her husband who was now beginning to
yawn. The style of music had changed into a slow soothing beat. Lucretzia, from
across the table at Cesare's side, where she all too often was, smiled at
Sancia to bid her goodnight. It was well past midnight and many of the other
ladies had already retired, but not Sancia. She knew what occurred after the
women and holy men dispersed; aged wine, naughty dancers, and illicit trysts in
dark corners.
"You look tired dear, perhaps you should retire." Sancia beamed prettily at her
husband who was obviously forcing his eyes to remain open.
Gioffre glimmered as if thankful for her suggestion, but said "Are you sure?
You won't be mad?"
Damn, she hated it when he made her feel like his mother! In truth, Sancia was
not that much older than her husband in years but based on a maturity level,
she exceeded the thirteen year old Gioffre by at least ten years. She had been
forced by her father, the King of Naples, to wed the Borgian whelp for the good
of the kingdom. Being the bastard daughter of a moody king, she knew better
than to rebel, instead she bowed her head and married the Pope's youngest son.
Still faking affection, Sancia replied in the sweetest voice she could muster,
"Of course not, My Love, I could never be angry with you." Evolving into a
sterner tone, she continued "Now off to bed with you."
Giofffe gladly leaped to his feet and dashed off without even a kiss on her
cheek. Sancia shouted over her shoulder "And do not wait up!" At that Juan
glanced in her direction suspiciously. Boldly holding his gaze, Sancia smiled
thinking, Yes dear brother-n-law, we are two of a kind.
Sancia's eyes were glossy but her demeanor seemed a bit too frisky. It was
obvious that the young woman had overindulged in this evening's wine supply,
Juan thought to himself. Juan returned her bewitching smile while focusing on
her overly full lips. More than once he had pondered what it would like to kiss
them and from the looks of her drunkenness, tonight might just be the night.
"Stop eyeing your sister-n-law, brother" Cesare grumbled as a scantly dressed
dancer bounced by making sure that her short costume floated up just enough to
reveal her naked buttocks.
"I can't help it, just look at her. Look at her voluptuous curves and those big
lips just begging for a dick to suck dry." Juan said to Cesare, ignoring the
flirtatious dancer. From the gap between the dancer's legs, she probably had
been over-sex leaving her pussy muscles too loose to pleasure Juan.
"And she has one to suck, our little brother's, you know, her husband!" Cesare
growled, trying to sound sincere all the while fighting a sudden ache in his
groin. Sancia was too naturally provocative for her on good. Tonight, she wore
an alluring shade of scarlet, the seductive gown low-cut, almost revealing the
tips of her perky breasts, and exceptionally snug. She donned her onyx locks
free, cascading to her slender waist and shapely hips. Her flawless face was
free from powder and other beauty enhancers as she had no need of it; she was a
rare and exquisite natural beauty with long sooty lashes, blood-red velvety
full lips, petite nose, and slender cheeks.
Breaking the spell, a serving wench separated Sancia's attention as she
refilled her chalice. Sancia could feel Cesare and Juan's eyes upon her.
Finally, she had captured their attention and she was not about to let it go.
She had never had any man in her bed, and she had meant that as she did not
consider thirteen year old husband a man. For once in her life, she wanted a
real man between her legs and her husband's brother were just the men for the
job. At night she had heard the lusty sobs and pounding of sweaty flesh as she
hid outside their bed chambers and listened to the whores they lured home. Many
a nights she had fingered her cunt raw as she spied, imaging that she was one
of those wenches. She knew she was missing something, something that her
impotent husband could not grant her, but his brothers could.
But which one? Which one would sink so deep into debauchery to sample his own
brother's wife? Cesare was a less likely candidate, not that he was too holy
but because he was a gentleman and respected his family. Cesare loved his
little brother; there was no doubt about that. He had more tolerance for
Gioffre's and Lucretzia's endless immaturity than one could imagine. While
Cesare was reverend that did not mean that he did not indulge sexually. He
enjoyed his share of women, but his trysts were more inconspicuous than Juan's.
Cesare liked noble women and virginal maidens as to Juan's salacious taste in
street whores and tavern wenches. Juan's appetite did not cease to smutty women
as there were occasional scandals of rape ever now and then, something she had
never heard about Cesare. It seemed Juan had a slight perverse affliction, but
the rumors of rape did not bother Sancia as the maidens were peasants and
peasants were put on earth to serve the needs of their wealthy masters….and
besides, she could not imagine any woman in their right mind saying no to the
stunning eldest Borgian.
So back to the question of which brother to select, then a sly obscene thought
rose from the depths of her venereal-entangled mind; why not both? Yes, both of
them at one time. More than once she had heard them share a house maid or a
kitchen girl who had been lucky enough to catch their attention at the same
time. The two always in competition would settle their arguments by sharing
her, so that neither won nor lost. It was a way of keeping the peace.
The thought of both brothers thrusting into her petite body at once rendered a
bit of fear mingled with forbidden desire. The other women lived through their
joint wrath, so could she. She just needed to be drunk enough to handle them
both.
Knowing they both eyed her, she twirled her tongue slowly and sensually around
the rim of the chalice before downing the entire contents in one gulp. Smashing
the empty container to the table, she drew her knees into the chair and
thrashed her head back causing her long midnight locks to bounce, then she
wrapped her arms around her knees, glared sultry in the brothers' direction,
and sucked in her bottom lip knowing the inviting gesture would stiffen the two
half drunken men.
"Would you look at that, our sweet sister-n-law needs a good spanking." Juan
whispered to Cesare while glowing at vivacious Sancia.
Cesare did not glow nor did he smile, he appeared serious, almost too serious.
"She is teasing us. She doesn't realize what happens to little girls when they
taunt men like us."
By this time, the Pope and his mistress Giulia had retired, eager to be free of
prying eyes. The entertainers had ceased dancing and were now engaged feeding
wine to the wealthiest of nobles. Some of the maids had turned in their aprons
and were now on their knees behind closed curtains.
A dancer sashayed up beside Juan who waved her off, he was too intrigued with
sister-n-law to bother with a woman that he could have any other time of the
day. "No Cesare, I think she does realize it and wants it. Let us indulge her
wishes, together."
Juan's lewd suggestion tormented Cesare's innards. Sanica was indeed oozing
with sex, but she was also his little brother's wife. Cesare, trying hard to
think straight from the intoxication of too many bottles wine, tried to sound
reasonable. "She is a child. She can't handle the pair of us. We would only end
up hurting her."
Juan smiled with a glint of vulgarity, "Then let us play wiht her for a bit and
then enjoy one of the dancers after the game."
Cesare nodded his approval before downing another goblet of aged wine. He
needed to be drunk so that his conscience would not plague him with guilt.
Juan called out in voice flowing of sleaze, "Come here, sweet sister, and join
us for a private performance."
Sancia leaped to her feet like an excited child. "I thought you would never
ask!"
Juan took Sancia by the arm and escorted her down the hallway. Cesare motioned
to a petite serving maid with voluptuous breasts and whispered in her ear. She
nodded her head with enthusiasm and raced toward the bar as Cesare left in the
direction of Juan and Sancia.
 
***** A Night to Remember *****
Inside the private guest-chamber, Sancia reclined on a double chaise made of
velvet. Juan sat in a matching chair to her close left with Cesare sitting on
the end of her chaise. He was sitting with one leg on the floor with the other
sprawled out by her legs. A five person bed adorning royal red satin sheets
lined with fluffy pillows was off to their left. A bar flowing with wines and
strong ales to their right. In the center of the room was a marble floor, a
place for private performances and dances. The regal room had been painted a
deep scarlet trimmed in gold with the ceiling one large mirror. Fresh long-
stemmed red and white roses in golden pots decorated each side of the room.
"Close the balcony doors" ordered Juan to the pretty dancer, who had just laid
three bottles of open wine on a marble table in Sancia's reach. "Why, don't you
like fresh air?" Sancia asked, sounding a bit confused as she glanced toward
the open balcony doors into a vast array of stars; the night was enchanting,
moonbeams spilled over the fresh roses on the balcony adding to the sensual
allurement of the night's atmosphere. Juan sneered "No, the night breeze will
blanch away the scent." "The scent of what?" Sancia asked, now completely
confused. Juan glanced at Cesare and chuckled huskily as if darkly amused with
a secret joke, "You will see, inexperience one" he gloated.
Sancia shrugged her shoulders as the scantily dressed performer closed the
doors and started to blow out some of the candles, leaving just a few in the
center of the room and several by Sancia. The candles flickered, flame-licking
the flesh of the bodies in the room illuminating a sensual kind of gleam.
One of the male dancers entered with the tiny-boned serving maid, who wore an
unnatural shade of blonde in her hair, probably sun bleach, from the main room.
Both were slurping on half empty wine bottles and laughing as if one had just
whispered a lewd joke. A tall man with long curly red hair followed, carefully
closing the main door behind him. Sancia instantly recognized the man as one of
the musicians.
Sancia engulfed the contents of her goblet as the maid and the two dancers
begin to dance a slow stimulating pace to the soft lulling tune of the
musician's flute, whom had vanished in a dark corner.
"So this is what you boys do for fun?" Sancia snorted as Juan refilled her
goblet with wine. Juan's reply was a silent smirk. Cesare reached for an odd
bottle of brew and handed Sancia a small shot glass trimmed in gold. "I already
have a goblet of wine, thank you." Now it was Cesare who smirked smugly, "Use
your wine to chase this down." Sancia sniffed the strong brew and squinted her
dainty nose from its overbearing odor. Cesare and Juan laughed at her childish
reaction. "Let's play a game."
Sancia beamed up, "Finally something other than to stare at sleazy dancers!"
The trio laughed and joked as they engaged in a dice game. The winner of each
brief game was to choose a player to swig a shot. Of course Juan and Cesare
teamed up on Sancia causing her head to spin within minutes.
By the end of the game, Sancia knew if she were to stand that she would
probably crumbled to the floor within seconds. Sancia had never drunk so much
in her life. She glanced at Juan and Cesare, both glared at her with sultry
glassy eyes and wicked smiles. She had seen the pair intoxicated numerous times
before but never this far gone. They eyed her like wolves stalking a tender
fawn. They wanted her and she wanted them. The look in their reflection boasted
of utter desire, the kind of look that her husband had never bestowed upon her.
Now cackling hysterically, she was glad that Gioffre never had looked at her
like this because the sight would only make her laugh in his baby face and he
wore such a tender heart on his sleeve.
"I think she has had too much to drink" Cesare muttered to Juan watching Sancia
suffering from a fit of giggles for no apparent reason. Juan nodded his head in
agreement "Or maybe she thought of something funny?" "Maybe" Cesare replied and
then to Sancia "Come on, it is past your bed time. You should retire to your
bed."
Sancia quickly sobered and crossed her arms sighing in a childish huff. Pouting
her lips, she rebelled, "Only if you both come with me!"
Like a viper's strike, Juan's groin flinched with desire. "We cannot go to your
bed because something bad might happen…"
Now playing a coy game, Sancia batted her sooty lashes and purred sensually, "I
think not bad but mesmerizing."
"Are you sure about that?" Cesare asked as he refilled all three goblets with
wine.
Sancia accepted the goblet and reclined back on the comfy chaise with a sultry
smile etched upon her full lips. "I am positive."
Cesare smirked cockily and spoke in a low warning tone, "Just remember you
asked for this, so do not cry later, little reckless girl."
"I won't." Sancia promised as Cesare inched to her side with a goblet of wine
in his hands. Sancia pretended not to care about Ceare's nearness and kept her
face glued to the dancers. Sancia's heart pounded so hard that she was afraid
Cesare could hear the beats. He was not even an inch from her side; his long
leg touched her's, a strand of his lengthy hair mingled with her own, her flesh
avariciously soaked up the warmth from his body. Fighting the urge to look into
his handsome face, she inhaled absorbing his scent. He smelled of a subtle
mixture of sweet wine and mint. She recognized the mint scent; it was a type of
soap Roman men liked to wash their hair with.
With her shoulders, back, and neck unreasonably inflexible and her delicate
fingers curved in a nervously ball, Cesare elbowed Sancia in a mischievous
manner and said "Relax little bit, I do not bite unless I am having sex."
The tension between them instantly melted. Sancia covered her hands over her
mouth, trying to repress a burst of puerile laughter. It was not often one got
to see the youthful side of the Cardinal. He was routinely serious and busy
with the matters of the Papacy. She liked this side of him and hoped that in
the future that she could see more. She batted her long lashes and seized his
gaze now fully composed and pouted flirtatiously, "But I like biting."
Juan motioned at the dancers, then flopped down on the other side of Sancia. He
noticed their siren behavior and grinned. This was going to be a night to
remember. She was so easily seducible, just a seductress waiting for an
awakening. And yes, he would awaken her and more. After tonight she would never
be satisfied with teenage quickies, her body could crave carnality and
lascivious binges. Timid Gioffre could not give her what she wanted. She would
return to him and Cesare more and more until they tire of her. And then, she
would either teach Gioffre how to pleasure her or be forced to find another to
salt her lust.
The dancers and the maid begin to glide about encircling the trio as they
reclined in the chaise. The dancers moved in a slow sensuous motion, their
steps sleek and smooth. The dancers performed much better than the maid, who
had obviously had too much to drink. As the three entertainers encircled the
Borgias, they begin to slowly undress until they were completely nude.
Now the dance had become entertaining. Juan smacked the dancer on her beefy
rear radiating a loud fleshy sound. She moaned a lusty sob and straddled him
slapping her plump meaty breasts across his face. Juan leaned his head back
enthralled and lowered his arms to his sides as the dancer imitated the motion
of sex in his lap. She swayed her slender hips back and forth creating a
sensuous rhythm, her breasts jounced with the motion as she rubbed her unclad
genitals against Juan stiffness. With each frontal jolt, Juan would bite at her
erect nipples. As she rocked, she unbuttoned Juan's tunic and ran her finger
tips across his hairless chest.
The maid mocked the dancer in Cesare's lap. Jealously began to creep into
Sancia, but was halted and forgotten when the muscular dancer crawled between
her knees and begin to stroke himself. Sancia laughed, perversely pleased with
the man's wanton self molestation.
The music was soothing, the atmospheres sensual until Juan grabbed his dancer
by the throat and forced her to kiss Cesare's maid. Sancia's heart skipped a
panicked beat but quickly lulled when the two brazen women displayed mutual
felicity. Sancia sputtered a giggle at the two pairs of breasts, one huge and
the other petite, in her face as the women were leaning across her to kiss. To
Cesare, she joked, "So which do you prefer big or little?"
Cesare bit the bottom of his lip as he replied dryly, "Yours".
Sancia laughter faded when he pinched her breasts roughly.
"I thought you can handle it?" he asked Sancia as the maid continued to grind
her pussy against his stiffening cock.
Sancia glanced down at Cesare's groin area. He was still wearing his holy robes
opposed to Juan, who had allowed the dancer to undress him all but an unbutton
tunic. Through the velvety texture of Cesare's garments, she could see his
pleasingly plump dick swelling. Sancia forced her eyes to his face, fighting
the evading spasms in her womb. "I can and I will. You forget I am married to a
Borgia."
Before Cesare could reply, Juan broke the women's kiss and pointed to the
center of room, and then joined the conversation, "Sancia you are married to a
Borgian child. This is your last chance to back out. What will happen here
tonight is not for children."
Sancia's answer was a girlish peck on Juan's lips as if playing a teasing game.
Juan glanced at Cesare, who winked back. Juan smiled and reclined his head back
to watch the dancers. The female dancer was sitting spread eagle in a chair
with the maid kneeling between her legs, face down. The only time her head came
up was to exalt as the male dancer rammed her from her backside.
The Borgian trio watched the orgy patiently for some time enjoying the
aphrodisiac show. It was late and most of the people downstairs had already
passed out. Only those oozing with insatiable vitality, like Juan, Cesare, and
Sancia were still awake and vibrant.
Like a sneaky predator, Juan ran his had down Sanica's frontal until he found
her nipples. They were hard and in desperate need of suckling. He caressed her
breasts gently and ever now and then pinched the tips of nipples sternly.
Sancia breathing quickened as the warmth in her womb flourished. Her husband
had never fondled her breasts. Heck, he rarely even undressed her. Most of the
time he would just push up her nightgown and limp between her legs.
Juan used his free hand to feed Sancia wine. She sipped it greedily. "Now drink
from my lips" Juan demanded and dipped his tongue into the sweet nectar and ran
it over his lips leaving them dripping of wine. Sancia eagerly obeyed by
licking and nibbling very soft and slowly.
The entertainers continued to copulate leisurely as if avoiding climaxing.
Cesare leered sadistically at Juan and Sancia as they kissed, licked, and drunk
from each other's mouth. Sancia's siren nature made it easy to bring her to new
levels. After she matured a bit, she would make one hell of a lover. One of
these days Gioffre would thank him and Juan.
As if on que, Cesare leaned over and pushed Sancia's gown up as she grazed on
Juan's tongue and lips to find her without undergarments and wet, extremely
wet. He smiled perversely and he reached for his brother's hand and placed it
on Sancia's hairless mound. Juan moaned in his throat as he sunk his tongue
deep in Sancia's mouth as Cesare continued to explore Sancia's moist threshold.
Using his middle finger he parted her slippery folds and immersed to his
knuckles. She was perfectly tight. Cesare knew she needed a bit of widening
before she could accept his size, so he slipped in a second finger and began to
thrust in and out while massaging her sensitive clit with his thumb.
Sancia replied to Cesare's arousing evasion and started to arch her hips as an
invitational gesture. Juan pulled slightly away from Sancia's mouth, but kept
his tongue at the tips of her lips and lured his brother's face into a three-
way kiss. Sancia took turns swapping her tongue in and out of each of the men's
mouth. Excitement fluttered in the pit of her belly, Cesare's and Juan's idea
of foreplay was more than any woman could hope for.
Sancia suddenly jerked when she felt Juan steep his finger inside alone with
Cesare's.
Cesare broke the kiss and withdrew his fingers to her disappointment. She
feared that her lack of feminine width might discipline the brothers' appetite
and she did not want that. She wanted them unrestrained like they behaved the
many nights she had spied from outside their bed chambers.
To Juan, Cesare chuckled, "Our brother is smaller than we thought." Juan joined
Cesare's amusing demeanor and withdrew his exportation.
"What are you two talking about?" Sancia asked in a huffy tone.
Cesare made a gesture with his eyes and Juan went to get something from the
other side of the room. While he was gone, Cesare tugged Sancia's gown over her
head. He eyes flowed over her silky body as firm medium size breasts spilled
into his hands. "You are perfect" he said pinching the tip of a dark nipple.
"Too bad my husband doesn't find perfection in me." She rebuked in a saucy
voice.
Cesare scolded her with an overly rough pinch, "He is young now, but in time he
will."
Juan returned with a pipe and placed it at Sancia's lips. "What is this?"
Juan shook his head and in a coaxing voice as one might use when breaking in a
wild horse, he slyly replied, "Just inhaled."
Sancia puckered her lips around the pipe and inhaled. She broke into a coughing
spell as the brothers laughed. "What is that for?" She asked as the brothers
took a hit. Cesare answered her as Juan placed the pipe back into her mouth.
"Just inhale it. You need this."
Sancia inhaled deeply. This time she did not cough, instead her head felt faint
and her heart began to pound. Hot blood churned in her veins.
"This is so we won't hurt you." One of them said, but she wasn't sure which
one. The room was spinning, her mind whirling with a narcotic effect. "I feel
so good" she exclaimed with a slur.
Finally the fornicated performance evolved into a sexual frantic frenzy with
the dancers wailing out and thrashing ferociously. Juan tossed the pipe on to
the floor as Cesare turned Sancia toward the climaxing dancers. The man began
to pant as he jacked his thriving dick off into the mouth of the female dancer.
Sancia envied the wench, watching the girl's mouth overflow with creamy nectar.
The vulgar act sent heated waves into her womb. "I want that" she purred,
tugging at Cesare's robe.
"And you will have it." He slithered, allowing her to untie his robe.
Juan snapped his hands with ascending supremacy. The dancers and the musician
quickly left the room leaving the naked maid, who crept off to the side of the
room.
Cesare stood and tore off his robe and allowed it to fall to floor leaving him
naked. Sancia's eyes roamed the masculinity of his muscular chest down through
this taut abdomen to his enormous erect cock. "Oh God" she cried out, gapping
at his size. She was so entranced by Cesare's vigor, she failed to notice Juan,
who had begun to stoke his own massive cock which matched Cesare's engorged
status.
Propping one leg on the edge of the chalice, Cesare snapped his finger as if
ordering a servant to a chore and pointed at his male organ. Sancia sank to her
knees and crawled like a temptress to his feet. Juan reclined spread eagle on
the chair to watch the intimate display.
Sancia took her time running her tongue up and down Cesare's sleek flesh,
making him slippery with her spittle. With one hand she stroked him and with
the other she manipulated his testicles.
"Swallow it" Ceasare commanded with his hands resting on his slender hips.
"Not yet" Sancia purred, imitating the early sex act she had witnessed early.
The sultry dancer had taken her time on the male with a kind of pleasuring
torture.
Gripping his male head, she encircled her tongue around the rim of it and
flicked her tongue back and forth tantalizing his hypersensitive meatus.
"You are quick learner" Cesare praised her.
Finally, she decided that she had baited him enough and gobbled his full length
hungrily bobbing her head in a deep thrusting motion. A bit of his male nectar
seeped from his tip down her throat. It tasted like a creamy salt making her
crave more. She inhaled vigorously as she bobbed so that she could smell his
musty scent.
Juan had started to masturbate himself to her rhythm. The maid took this
opportunity as her que and crawled on her knees to Juan's feet. Whimpering like
a dog in heat, she begged with her eyes for a taste. Juan motioned with his
index finger for her to jump on, while making a calling sound like one might do
trying to coax a dog to come to them. The maid pulled her long blonde hair to
one side and buried her mouth onto his rock-hard dick. Juan enjoyed the
escapade, but kept his eyes glued to Sancia devouring Cesare. It was his secret
sick fetish, he liked to see his brother get off with the woman that he was
about to ravish.
Cesare motioned to Juan, who shoved the maid to the floor to join Cesare and
Sancia.
Sancia ensnared Juan's cock and deep-throated him at the start. Juan felt his
organ swell thicker inside her mouth; it was obvious that Sancia had turned him
hotter than the maid had. Sancia sucked in slow motion up and down, grinding
her lip-covered teeth at his hilt, slurping back up, and then flicking her
tongues in circles around his head making sure to pop as she came off of him
and then back down in a rapid plunge. Ever now and then, she would trade out
with her hand and lower her head to sap up the sweat from his testicles.
Cesare sank to his knees to spread Sancia's legs apart from behind. The maid
came to his side and handed him a goblet of wine. He drank most of it in one
gulp and the rest he poured on Sancia's bare ass showering her cranny and
seeping into her pussy area. She was a flush of pink, the color that boasted of
a mildly used sheath. Cesare fancied that, he despised undressing a beautiful
woman only to find her womanhood stained mousy or peppery; the markings of
overindulgence. Sancia's was far from overused with its rosy hue.
Cesare fondled her, saturating the wine's syrupy nectar before bowing his head
to sample her salty feminine meat. He inhaled deeply with each thrust of his
tongue relishing her sweltering scent. His nostrils flared, his impulse
throbbed with excitement and anticipation; how he loved the scent of a woman's
juicy fruit.
Sanica swallowed lusty sobs as her clit hardened from Cesare's invigorating
penetration. She could feel his tongue exploring her entrance; feel his hot
breath on her thighs causing her abdomen to burn. Sancia quickened her lapping
of Juan's lush shaft taking his entire length into her throat with each mouthy
thrust. She felt Juan began to shiver and knew he was on the verge of
climaxing, but to her disappointment he ripped a hand-full of hair almost
lifting her to her feet.
She bit her tongue to keep from crying out. Cesare stood and joined Juan, who
forced her mouth back onto Cesare. She caught on to the game real quick by
taking deep throaty turns on the brothers. As she sucked and licked and nibbled
at the heads of their shafts, they began taunting her with vulgar suggestions.
The obscenity aspiring from their lust-written lips inflamed her loins. The
raunchy suggestions were things that she had never dreamed of, almost utter
filth, but she liked it. She liked thinking of herself as a sex slave obeying
their every fantasy. They were two of the most powerful men in Rome; with one
word they could have a person executed and not even be asked why. Armies,
killers, madmen, you name it; they all feared them. Peasants as well as
noblemen bowed to their every command. And not one but both of them were now
bowing to her sensual needs.
By this time, the maid had sprawled unto the chalice and was tantalizing her
pussy as she eyed her masters' lecherous ritual. Juan watched the maid for a
few minutes before pulling Sancia to her feet. The intoxicated girl staggered a
bit before Cesare plucked her off her feet and tossed her on to the bed. Juan
kneeled on the floor and jacked her legs apart. Tearing into her flesh, Juan
ravished her with his tongue; sucking, biting, licking doing everything
possible to make her squeal in delight.
Cesare crawled over Sancia's quivering body, straddled her chest, and lowered
his shaft into her mouth, while Juan spread her folds wider and ran the width
of his tongue up and down her full length. Twirling his tongue as he fingered
her pulsating inner meat causing her to break free of Cesare and cry out in
sexual torment. Juan saw her stomach muscles rippling and felt her tender clit
swell. "Cesare" he called out like a sly whoremonger up to no good.
Cesare turned to Juan as he thrust two fingers in her creamy core and dug out a
sample of what was to come. He tasted it as if he was a thirsty beast and then
he crammed his fingers back in for a second helping. This time he offered it to
Cesare, who slurped it from Juan's dripping finger.
"Make the bitch squirt" Juan snarled as he feed Cesare.
Cesare switched positions with Juan. He shoved her legs wide and growled "Keep
your legs open."
Juan pinned Sancia's hands over her head as Cesare impaled her with one brutal
thrust that smacked the crown of Sancia's crevix. Sancia wailed from the
painful entry. Cesare and Juan snickered. "Sounds like she could use some more"
Cesare winked at his brother, who drifted off to reload the pipe. To Sancia, he
asked with his voice on the edge of a smug chuckle, "I thought you said you
could handle this?" He remained inserted, but was stationary.
Sancia decided not to answer, reaching down to tantalize her clit hoping to
lessen the bursting sensation from Cesare's width.
In Juan's absence, the maid crawled over to Sancia to watch while Cesare forced
his full length deep into her core and then grinded even deeper as if trying to
open her up. Sancia thrashed her head back and forth yipping like a hurt puppy
until Cesare freed half his length from her. Sancia reached up to accept the
pipe, eagerly filling her lungs with the intoxicating aroma rendering a
soothing narcotic effect that took the edge off the splitting pain.
Juan reclined for a smoke break, intent to watch Cesare pound Sancia into a
dripping mess. Cesare started with deliberately slow strides, content on making
this a very long night. He tantalized her lust-swollen button with his finger
as he rode her with a sensuous rhythm. Sancia moaned and muttered, never
feeling such delicious sensations in her life. Cesare was magnificent; there
were no words to express the power of his thrusts, the vigor in his passion.
Sancia arched her hips meeting each one of his potent thrusts.
Instigating a new game, she reached for the maid who was leering at Cesare's
sweltering abdomen muscles as he swayed causing his muscles to ripple. The maid
bent her head to Sancia's mouth and ran her tongue around the edges of her lips
before kissing her. Juan felt his cock harden and began to stroke himself.
The maid then crawled over Sancia's face facing Cesare and while Sancia tongued
her pussy from below, she lowered her breasts to fall on Sancia's belly and
licked her throbbing clit. After each powerful thrust, Cesare would slip from
Sancia's cunt and into the maid's mouth and as he plunged back into Sancia, the
maid would returned her affections back to Sancia's quivering meat and then
back to Cesare and so on.
Juan swore under his breath, the sight arousing him to the point of limited
self-control. He had finally had enough and returned to the scene with a goblet
for his brother. Juan flipped Sancia over to her a kneeling position and sank
into her with ferocious unrestrained impalements. The maid took the empty
goblet from Cesare, who had sprawled out under Sancia's face. The maid returned
and joined Sancia in satisfying Cesare. One sucked his cunt-glazed dick while
the other licked his sweat-drenched balls.
Juan slammed hard-driving hips into Sancia for what seemed eternity before he
slowed his pace. Still in motion, he spread her ass cheeks apart and spat into
them. Now thrusting his hips a little harder, he slid a finger into her
asshole, twirling as if trying to loosen a tight grip. He felt her pussy
muscles clenching and knew she enjoyed it.
Juan motioned for his brother, who captured Sancia by the throat as Juan
withdrew. Like a rag doll, Cesare plopped her down onto Juan's pulsating hard
cock, who was sitting on the bed and spat onto the head on his own cock.
"There is no need for that, she is wet enough" Juan muttered as Sancia bounced
up and down on him hard and impaling, her breast bouncing into his face as she
played.
Cesare chuckled lustfully as he ripped her cheeks apart and drilled deep into
her ass. Sancia opened her mouth to cry out, but Juan had already buried his
tongue inside her mouth, muffling any sounds.
The two brothers rode her hard with expertise taking turns on her now raw
holes. They had switched so many times that she had forgotten who was where.
She shook her head trying to fight the erotic haze, but there was no use, she
was too far gone. She throbbed everywhere, her nipples ached, she needed
release so desperately that her mind wavered among delirium. "Cesare! Juan!"
she called out in a begging torment. She had both of them in her, plugged in
every entrance and she still couldn't climax, but it was near. She felt it
lurking from somewhere deep inside.
Cesare was now pumping himself in her cunt and Juan from her rear. Cesare held
her eyes for a second before kissing her. He was so tall that he had to bend to
reach her mouth. She liked that, having to look up and not down like she had to
with Gioffre.
Juan grunted and swore from behind. He tended to be rougher with her compared
to Cesare, who while at points in the orgy had pump her brutally but at other
times, he had been more passionate and amorous. She was sure that Juan had torn
her with the violence in his lust; she just could not feel the pain yet while
wearing the mask of intoxication. She knew when all of this was over that both
her holes would be gapping and bloody. By the time the brothers had finished
their bestial-like assault upon her body, she wouldn't be able to fuck for a
month, or more. She flung her head back, determined not to think about the
downside of this night. Cesare pinched her nipple hard as the maid slithered in
and occupied her lips.
Cesare had an up-close view of the young women as they kissed. He could smell
their wine-coated warm breaths. Sweat dribbled off the tips of Sancia's nipples
and onto his chest. He ran his hands across her breasts massaging the
perspiration into her sleekly flesh. Sancia's feminine muscles clenched with
each thrust clutching his meat threatening to squeeze his essence from his core
before he was ready to expel. He had been fighting eruption for the last half
hour and now with Juan's thrusting shaft, in which he felt through the flimsy
skin barrier, adding to the manipulation of his own cock, he knew he would soon
fall prey an orgasmic fate.
Sancia was not sure how long the orgy had lasted. She had faded in and out of
ecstasy some many times that she had lost tract. Sweat poured from Juan's flesh
onto her back spreading around to her breast and then dripping onto Cesare's
chest. The musty smell of sweat lingered throughout the entire room. She now
understood why Juan had ordered the windows and doors be closed. She inhaled as
deep as she could, the odor filling her lungs making her scorch with lust. Juan
slammed in from behind, biting her neck and digging his nails into her flesh.
Cesare drilled into her pussy, matching Juan's savage rhythm. What she had been
working for was on the verge of peaking. She could feel it growing and swelling
inside her womb flourishing down her inner tunnel. The blood rushed to her
head. She shivered deliriously. "YES! Oh God YES!" she cried out raking her
nails into Cesare's shoulder.
"Come on, Baby" Juan hissed from her backside.
Closing her eyes and squeezing her butt cheeks, she grinded down onto Cesare's
pulsating dick. Cesare stilled his rhythm and arched his groin upwards with
Juan still plowing into her ass. As she began to squirm, Cesare licked at her
lips as she opened her mouth wide to expel an orgasmic cry. Just as she
climaxed, Cesare seized her throat and squeezed, blocking her airway. She
climaxed longer than most, so long that Cesare feared that the taboo act would
result in strangulation. Finally he felt her surge, the hot milky fluid slime
down his shaft seeping between her folds and unto his testicles. She had
blanked out the moment he released her windpipe.
Not even a second later, she came to her senses. Now with this added hotness of
nectar alone with her tightness, Cesare could not longer withhold. Tearing her
from Juan, he flung her up against the wall, literally knocking the breath from
her lungs, shoved her legs over her head, and impaled her full length. The maid
fell to Juan's feet as Cesare rendered sledge-hammer blows into Sancia's
dripping cunt. The merciless act only last a few minutes before Cesare's heavy
breathing evolved into moans, his handsome face giving into distorted erotica.
In a violent thrust, he ejaculated filling Sancia with his scorching semen. She
bit into his neck as he slowed his rhythm into a slow rock until every bit of
his seed had been spunt.
Cesare withdrew but continued to hold her up against the wall with her legs
spread wide for his brother as Juan meshed his meatus into the outer part of
her still dripping sheath. Using the tip of his dick, Juan massaged her clit
with his brother's cum in a twirling motion until Sancia wailed out for more.
Juan accommodated her by slamming deep into her core.
Juan bucked wildly into the wet mess; his hard-driving hips causing his
buttocks to flinch with every thrust. He felt like a virile stag and she his
tied-up mare with Cesare pinning her down for him. As a child, he had loved to
watch the horses breed. He remembered his favorite part being the entrapment
and restraining of the mare. She would buck as if she did not want it but Juan
knew she really did. After watching the stallion fuck her savagely, he would
sneak behind the stables and jacked himself off. How many times had Juan
imitated the primitive act since adulthood? He smiled wickedly, he has lost
count. Countless times he had torn an unsuspecting maid or plow-girl from her
duties and tied her to his bed and reenacted what had inflamed his loins as a
child. The only difference now was that Sancia was a willing victim. He grunted
lavishing her usage. He loved every hard-working moment of the game.
"Juan!" she cried out.
Yes, he thought, keep on. Drilling her with powdriving impalements until he
felt her cum, he suddenly jerked out of her. Cesare dropped her to the floor as
Juan jacked his cock with almost violent strokes with Sancia begging at his
knees. Finally he erupted spewing into her avaricious cock-hungry mouth.
The maid could no longer resist, she lunged to the floor just as the creamy
fluid was gushing from Juan into Sancia now full mouth. Sancia's face was
covered with milky cream by the time Juan finished expelling his lust. Willing
to share, Sancia kissed the maid swapping the fluid into her mouth. Cesare and
Juan watched as both of the women kissed with cum draining from their chins and
down on to their sweaty breasts.
Sated, Cesare and Juan reclined on the chaise both with a bottle of wine and
watched as the maid kneeled between Sancia's legs bringing her to her third
climax of the night.
Exerted, Sancia collapsed from over-drainage. Juan ridiculed her, but Cesare
came to her aid and lifted her into his arms. He gently laid her on the bed and
stroked the hair from her face to behind her ears. She smiled sweetly. He
returned her smile and kissed her forehead softly. "Rest, but do not go to
sleep. I want you again." He whispered.
She faintly nodded her head. He came to his feet, handed her a bottle of wine,
and then joined Juan who was fucking the maid on the floor. Sancia tried to
watch the brothers ravished the little pretty maid, but her vision had grown
too blurry. Defeated, she clasped her lips onto the bottle and suckled it like
a baby bottle. She faded in and out, each time she'd take a gulp and then close
her eyes. In the background, she could hear flesh slapping and the pleasurable
moans of the maid, who was finally getting what she had wanted all night.
Sancia had laid there for what seemed hours until she heard the maid's pleasure
melt into painful sobbing. Still lying on her belly, she turned her head while
sucking on the wine and watched as Cesare and Juan carnivorously tore into the
girl. Cesare pumped from the girl's rear with Juan drilling the front. The
Borgian Brothers looked supremacy virile with bodies like Greek Gods. It seemed
they were insatiable. Her loins slowly heated.
Sanica flip over on her back, propping one leg up and spreading the other out.
She tilted her head to watch the orgy. She tossed the empty wine bottle on the
floor and with one hand fingered her sheath and with the other she massaged her
nipples. The room reeked of body fluids and sex. The atmosphere was humid or
maybe it wasn't, maybe it was just her body temperate. The more she watched,
the faster she flicked her finger and the hotter she grew. The faster she
stroke, the faster the brothers rammed the sobbing maid.
Without warning, the brothers withdrew at the same time dropping the serving
girl to the floor. She came to their knees as they stroked themselves. Cesare
slowed his pace and grabbed a bottle of nearby wine and handed it to Juan, who
poured the contents into the girl's gapping mouth and on the head of their
pussy-coated cocks. She gulped the wine with it spilling all over face and
breasts and went from one brother to the other sucking, licking, and chewing.
Sancia felt herself glowing creamy as she noticed both of brothers' knees
buckling. They shivered and quivered jacking faster and harder. At the same
moment both ejaculated milky white clods of fluid into the maid's face. She
opened her mouth and like a starved beast, she snarled consuming every bit of
cum that she could hold.
She collapsed from exertion into a puddle of cream, her wet hair clinging to
her sweaty body, previous semen had crusted and caked to her thighs. The
brothers laugh maliciously as they squeezed the remainder of cream from their
tips. Juan kicked at the maid, but not enough to hurt her, just enough to try
to wake her but she did not move. She was gone for the night. The brothers
chuckled low and menacing as they urinated on the bedraggled maiden.
By this time, they had noticed Sancia who was about to climax. The brothers
rushed to her and sank to their knees and dipped their tongues into her fucked-
raw pussy, secularity drinking her nectar as she flowed.
Breathlessly, she collapsed. She heard one of the brothers hit the floor with a
satisfied moan, but she wasn't sure which one until Cesare crawled up to her
cuddle her to his chest. "I hope you do not ever urinate on me." She whispered.
Cesare chuckled and then kissed her gently on her bruised lips. "We only do
that once we discard a woman." Sancia, a bit leery, wrapped her arms around
Cesare and asked sweetly "Am I to be discarded?" Cesare flipped her on her back
and straddled her "Not yet. For now, you are my favorite plaything." Sancia
squealed in delight as he buried himself inside her cunt. Being young and
reckless, she had no idea how much Cesare's infatuation with her would cost her
in the future.
The End…
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