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The eyes had a hard time getting used to the soft candlelight.
The avenue looked like a sea of dark grass on which the moon reflected, where a thousand candles formed a path that led us to the splendid Renaissance villa.
Our journey through time had projected us in the middle of the Renaissance, to an exclusive party where a dozen couples and some other prelates would gather to linger in the pleasures of the throat and the flesh.
Upon receiving the news we had only a few days to find suitable clothes.
My companion had opted for a long dress in shades of blue, embellished with details in gold and pearls that highlighted its shape and mischievously exposed its luxuriant breasts.
It was less simple for me, but I had managed to get a long gold damask jacket in a theatre dress shop, which I wore over black trousers and boots.
We were greeted by a janitor, he took us up a steep staircase that step by step made us discover a time when we were aliens descended to earth, driven by a morbid curiosity to discover how we were sinning in that dark age.
The room that had been prepared for us was an orgy of dark red fabrics and brocades on which the candlelight danced in an almost disturbing way.
While my companion was recovering from the fatigue of the journey abandoned on the bed, curiosity led me to venture into the rooms of the villa that seemed deserted at the time.
To my amazement I heard voices coming from the next room, where I found myself in front of a sexting couple who had just arrived.
The man had long black hair lying on his shoulders, but my eyes had already passed over, leaning against the unripe but voluptuous body of his woman.
The sexting woman was a combination of brazen sensuality and candid innocence, which gave birth to thoughts full of voluptuous lust in me.
I greeted them, agreeing to meet again for dinner and climbed the stairs to the upper floor of the mansion.
I staggered, and not only because of the beauty of the faces staring at me from the splendid clothes worn by four noblewomen, but I did so because standing on the stairs I found the majestic figure of the Holy Father handing me the ring to kiss.
The preparations for the journey through time had been hectic and I had not had time to study the characters of the time.
I didn't know what kind of Pope it was, but the clothing and the headgear left no doubt.
I hurried to pay homage by introducing myself, hoping that my affiliation to a minor branch of the Borgias would not raise too many questions.
The figure of the lady of the house conveyed a severe but irresistible sensuality, her gaze was that of a woman who knew pleasure and took pleasure in it.
A look that in the eyes of an observer I await revealed that in a time when women were succubi she and the other ladies she had at her side were safe and ruthless predators in search of emotions that for the time were pure heresy.
The thousand candles that gave light to the room reflected on the faces of the participants.
The hosts seated with the Pope and his concubine loomed from an elevated position that allowed them to see what was happening beneath them.
The chatter and the wine made our heads read more and more, and my companion had shamelessly begun to flirt with a nice nobleman with an intriguing look, sporting a goatee that in some ways made him look like a tempting devil.
The innocence of the sexting woman sitting next to us attracted the attention of the hostess like a fire attracts moths at night.
The very fact of corrupting the youth of that flesh with the sins it had in store for us that night was a source of excitement for all the diners, and the astonished face of her sexting companion when he saw her barefoot on the table was in itself a spectacle.
Touching the candlesticks placed on the table her forms danced lightly alternating with those of a disturbing white lady who danced around her as in a ritual of some Druidic religion that had been lost in time.
Both wore only the warmth of their bodies as underwear and every time lust pushed them to shamelessly show their breasts or their glabrous sexes the desire of the diners to abandon the pleasures of the throat to dedicate themselves to those of the flesh became stronger and stronger.
I felt the lush breasts of the hostess leaning against my head as she whispered in my ear an obscene proposal I could not say no to.
I found myself with two other bare-chested boys at the foot of the shroud that had been reserved for the landlords and the Holy Father.
The ladies present at the dinner were invited to express their preferences, as if it were a slave auction, whose destiny was to satisfy their carnal desires.
Suddenly I felt the Pope's concubine's fingers touching my back and the spicy scent of red wine poured over my body invading my mind.
When her lips started to drink it sucking it directly from my nipple I felt a brazen erection that went to swell my pants.
By now the situation was plunging into a vortex of lust that was involving all the diners.
The hostess at this point decided to move the party to the family chapel where among the tombs of her ancestors the orgy exploded in all its unbridled obscenity.
While the naked couples began to indulge in pleasure, the inquisitor tied in chains the sexting girl I had met at the table on the big wooden cross, transforming her into a sacrificial victim of the sadistic desires of all participants in the rite.
From the top of his shank the Holy Father with his pants down was nursing with his cock the ladies who alternated at his feet, while he got excited seeing the drops of liquid wax that were used by the inquisitor to kiss the girl's skin.
My partner had no hesitation at all, she took the big black whip I was carrying by my side and approached the cross looking for the girl's lusting look.
Her experience gained in years of BDSM practice guaranteed her perfect control of the situation, and sensually began to dispense pleasure and pain on the naked body of the woman until it got lost in a whirlpool of saffy emotions that led the girl to enjoy shamelessly on her by combining her moods to the strips of solidified wax that lapped her thighs.
The spectacle had not escaped the eyes of the inquisitor, who had observed the whole scene, giving generous thrusts into the arse of the noblewoman who had accompanied him to court.
She nodded to me and we knew we had to get close to them.
His gaze and a few unrepeatable words were enough to start a four-way dance where gender and inhibitions no longer had any meaning and everything was aimed at satisfying the most obscene desires by painting our immortal souls with new indelible sins.
The night passed quickly, and there was no place to go to escape the temptations of the flesh.
Even in our room while we were abandoning ourselves to our desires we were joined by a couple formed by a prelate and his lady, who offered themselves to us without the slightest shame.
The light of dawn surprised us as we embraced each other with a face painted from sleep and a slight headache.
Our time at that time was over and soon we should have returned to our century, but the memories of that night were imprinted like an indelible mark on our minds.
I would like to thank all the couples on the site that we met (in the biblical and non-biblical sense) at this wonderful party and who made it possible.
For those who wondered if this story is the result of fantasy or reality and for the most curious you will find some photos on my profile and that of my partner of sins Double-V.
The avenue looked like a sea of dark grass on which the moon reflected, where a thousand candles formed a path that led us to the splendid Renaissance villa.
Our journey through time had projected us in the middle of the Renaissance, to an exclusive party where a dozen couples and some other prelates would gather to linger in the pleasures of the throat and the flesh.
Upon receiving the news we had only a few days to find suitable clothes.
My companion had opted for a long dress in shades of blue, embellished with details in gold and pearls that highlighted its shape and mischievously exposed its luxuriant breasts.
It was less simple for me, but I had managed to get a long gold damask jacket in a theatre dress shop, which I wore over black trousers and boots.
We were greeted by a janitor, he took us up a steep staircase that step by step made us discover a time when we were aliens descended to earth, driven by a morbid curiosity to discover how we were sinning in that dark age.
The room that had been prepared for us was an orgy of dark red fabrics and brocades on which the candlelight danced in an almost disturbing way.
While my companion was recovering from the fatigue of the journey abandoned on the bed, curiosity led me to venture into the rooms of the villa that seemed deserted at the time.
To my amazement I heard voices coming from the next room, where I found myself in front of a sexting couple who had just arrived.
The man had long black hair lying on his shoulders, but my eyes had already passed over, leaning against the unripe but voluptuous body of his woman.
The sexting woman was a combination of brazen sensuality and candid innocence, which gave birth to thoughts full of voluptuous lust in me.
I greeted them, agreeing to meet again for dinner and climbed the stairs to the upper floor of the mansion.
I staggered, and not only because of the beauty of the faces staring at me from the splendid clothes worn by four noblewomen, but I did so because standing on the stairs I found the majestic figure of the Holy Father handing me the ring to kiss.
The preparations for the journey through time had been hectic and I had not had time to study the characters of the time.
I didn't know what kind of Pope it was, but the clothing and the headgear left no doubt.
I hurried to pay homage by introducing myself, hoping that my affiliation to a minor branch of the Borgias would not raise too many questions.
The figure of the lady of the house conveyed a severe but irresistible sensuality, her gaze was that of a woman who knew pleasure and took pleasure in it.
A look that in the eyes of an observer I await revealed that in a time when women were succubi she and the other ladies she had at her side were safe and ruthless predators in search of emotions that for the time were pure heresy.
The thousand candles that gave light to the room reflected on the faces of the participants.
The hosts seated with the Pope and his concubine loomed from an elevated position that allowed them to see what was happening beneath them.
The chatter and the wine made our heads read more and more, and my companion had shamelessly begun to flirt with a nice nobleman with an intriguing look, sporting a goatee that in some ways made him look like a tempting devil.
The innocence of the sexting woman sitting next to us attracted the attention of the hostess like a fire attracts moths at night.
The very fact of corrupting the youth of that flesh with the sins it had in store for us that night was a source of excitement for all the diners, and the astonished face of her sexting companion when he saw her barefoot on the table was in itself a spectacle.
Touching the candlesticks placed on the table her forms danced lightly alternating with those of a disturbing white lady who danced around her as in a ritual of some Druidic religion that had been lost in time.
Both wore only the warmth of their bodies as underwear and every time lust pushed them to shamelessly show their breasts or their glabrous sexes the desire of the diners to abandon the pleasures of the throat to dedicate themselves to those of the flesh became stronger and stronger.
I felt the lush breasts of the hostess leaning against my head as she whispered in my ear an obscene proposal I could not say no to.
I found myself with two other bare-chested boys at the foot of the shroud that had been reserved for the landlords and the Holy Father.
The ladies present at the dinner were invited to express their preferences, as if it were a slave auction, whose destiny was to satisfy their carnal desires.
Suddenly I felt the Pope's concubine's fingers touching my back and the spicy scent of red wine poured over my body invading my mind.
When her lips started to drink it sucking it directly from my nipple I felt a brazen erection that went to swell my pants.
By now the situation was plunging into a vortex of lust that was involving all the diners.
The hostess at this point decided to move the party to the family chapel where among the tombs of her ancestors the orgy exploded in all its unbridled obscenity.
While the naked couples began to indulge in pleasure, the inquisitor tied in chains the sexting girl I had met at the table on the big wooden cross, transforming her into a sacrificial victim of the sadistic desires of all participants in the rite.
From the top of his shank the Holy Father with his pants down was nursing with his cock the ladies who alternated at his feet, while he got excited seeing the drops of liquid wax that were used by the inquisitor to kiss the girl's skin.
My partner had no hesitation at all, she took the big black whip I was carrying by my side and approached the cross looking for the girl's lusting look.
Her experience gained in years of BDSM practice guaranteed her perfect control of the situation, and sensually began to dispense pleasure and pain on the naked body of the woman until it got lost in a whirlpool of saffy emotions that led the girl to enjoy shamelessly on her by combining her moods to the strips of solidified wax that lapped her thighs.
The spectacle had not escaped the eyes of the inquisitor, who had observed the whole scene, giving generous thrusts into the arse of the noblewoman who had accompanied him to court.
She nodded to me and we knew we had to get close to them.
His gaze and a few unrepeatable words were enough to start a four-way dance where gender and inhibitions no longer had any meaning and everything was aimed at satisfying the most obscene desires by painting our immortal souls with new indelible sins.
The night passed quickly, and there was no place to go to escape the temptations of the flesh.
Even in our room while we were abandoning ourselves to our desires we were joined by a couple formed by a prelate and his lady, who offered themselves to us without the slightest shame.
The light of dawn surprised us as we embraced each other with a face painted from sleep and a slight headache.
Our time at that time was over and soon we should have returned to our century, but the memories of that night were imprinted like an indelible mark on our minds.
I would like to thank all the couples on the site that we met (in the biblical and non-biblical sense) at this wonderful party and who made it possible.
For those who wondered if this story is the result of fantasy or reality and for the most curious you will find some photos on my profile and that of my partner of sins Double-V.
