Nicholas Chorier
From The Satyra Sotadica
Fabrizio made ready for another attack. His member was swollen,
red and threatening.
'I beg of you madam,' he said, 'turn over on your face.'
I did as he wished. When he saw my buttocks whiter than
ivory and snow, he cried: 'How beautiful they are. But raise yourself on
your knees, and bend your head down.'
I bowed my head and bosom, and lift my buttocks. He thrust
his swift and fiery dart to the bottom of my vulva and took a nipple in
either hand. Then he began to work in and out, and soon sent a sweet rivulet
into the cavity of Venus. I also felt unspeakable delight, and nearly fainted
with lust. A surprising quantity of seed secreted by Fabrizio's loins filled
and delighted me; a similar flow of my own exhausted my forces.