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bet.
    She supposed it was an exciting
prospect. She'd heard the d'Anzeray were well schooled in the art
of sex. However, this brother was a young one. He would be in a
hurry, sloppy and careless, no doubt.
    The fifth coin fell softly, almost
fluttering against her soft lips as it landed. Jesamyn let her
thighs fall wider apart, allowing the coin to join its
brethren.
    But d'Anzeray was not finished.
Another coin and then another were tossed in a high arc through the
warm air to lodge in that tight pink mouth between her spread legs.
Now they hit the spot directly as he found his aim. Still he did
not stop. The collected coins created a new sensation of fullness
inside her pussy as they rubbed together and against her sensitive
core. Her arousal mounted to a heavy thrumming deep inside.
Eventually she lost count. She began to feel faint. Perhaps she'd
been upside down too long.
    Finally he walked over to her, knelt
and, without a word of warning, pressed his mouth to her smooth sex
with a greedy grunt of delight. With his hands under her knees to
hold her steady — and with the crowd drunkenly celebrating his
expertise— d'Anzeray sucked the coins out of her cunt, one by
one.
    Jesamyn tried to hold back, but her
climax was rough and raw. His tongue skillfully plundered her
treasures and managed to slide each coin up against her pearl until
she was panting, her teeth clenched hard to thwart the screams that
wanted out. She must maintain her customary aloofness. This boy
would not make her come undone.
    For now she must let him think he had
control. Whatever he wanted she would give to him. Until it was
time to amend his misconception.
    His mouth tightened on her sensitive
flesh and he sucked hard to draw the last coin from its niche. She
shuddered, knowing he would feel her pussy quaking, unable to hide
the pleasure he'd given her. Opening her eyes, she saw men's feet
getting closer as they now encouraged the victor to enjoy his
spoils. They chanted and whistled and thumped fists upon tables.
They wanted to watch. A few shouted that they hoped he was in a
generous mood and would share his bounty.
    But when he lifted his face from her
wet pussy and their eyes met, she knew that whatever the rumors
regarding the d'Anzeray brood and their sexual proclivities, he was
not in a mood to share. Not tonight.
     
    * * * *
     
    He would happily have gone on eating
her cunt, but the crowd wanted a performance and he always enjoyed
showing off. So Nino quickly unlaced his chausses and let them drop
to his knees. Rather than mount her pussy, however, he kept her on
her back with her legs over her head and spat into her arsehole
then laved it with his tongue until it gleamed wet. The woman began
to complain, but he reminded her that she had not specified the
manner of coupling— only that he could not spill within
her.
    "I want your arse first," he muttered,
"but worry not. Your pussy will be well filled at the same time."
Thus he began to ease his erect cock through her very tight rim.
She gasped and groaned under him, but her back alley opened slowly
to accommodate his size. It was obviously not the first time she'd
been had there, but she made a fuss of it, probably to please their
audience who now fell quiet as they watched him mounting her in
this crude manner.
    Nino's pulse raced as he forced his
way deeper. Her eyes were open, staring up at him, angry and
challenging. His gaze traveled to her breasts again and he bent his
head to suckle one of those gold dusted pips. It swelled and then
hardened against his tongue. Her body flexed under his, her skin
coated with a thin sheen of perspiration, as was his now. He paused
to fling off his tunic.
    Reaching between their bodies he used
two fingers in her pussy, so it wouldn't feel neglected.
    Her muscles tightened on his long
fingers, pulling him in. At the same time, her bottom opened
further until his cock was more than half in with nothing more than
saliva to ease his way. He flicked his