The temptation of Cyril

Passing a dimly lit cellar window, Cyril's attention was caught by tiny squeals of delight. He crouched down and through the iron bars saw a nymph straddling a man and riding him rhythmically. He noticed the firm buttocks and the high taut breasts grasped by the panting male. He froze, riveted to the spot by the voluptuous pleasure of the couple before him. The panting became his own as his hands gripped the iron bars with his loins afire. His hood fell to his shoulders revealing a tonsured head and sweat-streaked face. Then a mighty wave of emotion overcame him and he smashed his forehead against the rough stones, growling like a wild animal. The seizure came violently and he rolled on to the pavement, limbs shaking uncontrollably and eyes moving rapidly in a macabre dance.

The ladies of the house found him there after being alerted by the lovers in the cellar. They carried him in and tended the cut on his forehead, noticing the enormous erection pushing against his habit...