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Roman Pleasures
by Starfire Mayo & SL Girl (address withheld)
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A e-book about sexual adverntures in antique Rome. (MF,
bi, intr, bd, reluc, v, orgies)
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Author's Note: This book is of sexual fantasy is
dedicated to all the women who indirectly contributed
to these pages. This work is purely fiction but all
examples are inspired by the author's true life
experience.
Contents:
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Chapter I: The Sacred Order of Anahita
Chapter II: The Confessions
Chapter III: Livilla Sins
Chapter IV: Prostitutes of Rome
Chapter V: Lady Livilla's Lover
Chapter VI: Descent into Depravity
Chapter VII: Rome's Mistress
Chapter VIII: Junia Calvina
Chapter IX: Flames Rekindled
Chapter X: The Power of Revenge
Chapter XI: Exile
Epilogue: Junia's Sins
ROMAN PLEASURES
Chapter I - The Sacred Order of Anahita
Marcellus Cornelius sat upright on his horse and
looked suspiciously around him. The wind rustled
through the tall pine trees. Trees, nothing but trees,
how he hated them and feared what they hid. This was
his last day on patrol in the forests of the Rhine.
Tomorrow he would start his long journey back to Rome.
Somehow, he had a premonition that things would not
work out so easily. He had always been lucky since his
mother had died at child birth but he felt his luck
turning.
A voice shouted from behind him: 'Centurion! Look! Up
there!'
Marcellus turned around just in time to see three
dozen tutonic warriors descend on his small troupe from
the trees where they had been hiding in ambush.
A dozen men were hewed to pieces in the first few
seconds of the clash, taken completely by surprise. The
others fought desperately for their lives.
Marcel struggled with his enemy, falling off his
horse. The barbarian fell beneath him and Marcel heard
a sharp unmistakable crack as his neck broke. Another
man rushed him. Marcel kicked him in the balls and ran
him through with his dagger. He staggered back and
fell. The few seconds gained allowed Marcel to draw his
sword in time to meet the charge of a mad German and
cut him down in one single sweep.
The noise of swords clashing, cries of the agonising
and wounded were deafening. One of the barbarians, a
muscled redhead, stronger than the others, armed with a
sword and axe, fought two Romans by himself. Marcel saw
one of his soldiers fall. His mouth opened in a
terrible grimace as the barbarian's sword nearly cut
him nearly in two. The remaining survivor, already
wounded in the leg, tried valiantly to raise his shield
to defend himself but was the enemy axe sliced the top
of his head off. A Roman ran the redhead man through
from behind.
Marcel pushed back his attacker, but the man jumped
towards him recklessly. Moving sideways before the man
could understand what was happening; Marcel let him
impale himself on his sword.
He saw three German warriors, brandishing swords with
ferocity and chasing after one of the half dozen
survivors. The fleeing soldier stopped courageously to
face them. They cut his head off in one clean sweep.
Without the slightest hesitation, Marcel leapt towards
them and cut down the nearest one with his glaive.
Alerted, the other two turned around in surprise to
confront him. Too late for one who barely had time to
register and brandish his weapon before Marcel's sword
had cleaved his chest wide. He fell to the ground
foaming and choking in his blood. Blood squirted over
Marcel.
The last one was quickly dispatched. Marcel turned
around. There were only a few other Germans left. Some
of them had even begun pillaging the dead when they
realised that some of their enemies were still left
alive and fighting.
One had a long Roman lance and did not know how to use
it other than by charging, visibly. Marcel disarmed him
easily and used his barbarian's own weapon to run him
through.
The last one was wiser and much more dangerous. He
moved forward quickly and silently. Hatred was written
all over his ugly face. He was resolved to expedite
this filthy Roman to his gods. He swung his huge double
edged axe effortlessly. Marcel was tired. His chances
were not so good. One of his comrades cried out as he
died and the man was momentarily distracted. Marcel
threw his glaive. It planted itself in the man who
looked at him started. Already his eyes were glazed.
In a few moments the remaining Germans had run away,
leaving Marcel to round up the last three survivors of
his small troupe and experience the bitter sweet taste
of victory.
ROME 42 AD. THREE YEARS LATER
The Tiber's enchanted mist had long since settled down
on the Eternal city and the air was now heavy with an
elusive voluptuousness. Not too far away, hidden by the
thickening fog lay the Gardens of Luculus, a rich man's
dream, a folly. The heat of the labium summer seemed
still to be impregnated in the stone walls even at this
late hour of the night. Far away, the distant rumble of
the corn wagons could be heard like a throbbing
pulsation. By law, the carts could only enter the city
after dark for traffic reasons. Even further away, a
faint echo of voices arguing sounded and horse's hooves
rang on cobble stones.
Two caped indistinct figures moved silently through
the fog, crossing the cobbled streets and stopping
before a solid oak door. Although their attire bespoke
naught of their purpose, a discerning observer might
have wondered at the stiff, precise military carriage
of the taller of the two and perchance noticed his
proud self-assured bearing bespeaking his station and
breeding. The other silhouette belonged without the
shadow of a doubt to a young, slender and definitely
feminine person.
The man knocked twice on the door. The heavy brass
knob made the thick oak door resound with a low thump.
A moment passed. A small wooden panel situated at about
eye level slid open with a grating sound as rusty metal
was forced against metal. A thick eyebrow, a wincing
eye, followed by a coarse nose flashed successively in
sight. A brooding eye finally focused on them and
scrutinised them closely, moving disapprovingly from
one to the other.
The man behind the door coughed, cleared his throat,
then grunted: 'Yeah?'
'I am Marcellus Cornelius, son of Cornelius Silius and
Member of the Sacred Order of Anahita. Please would you
kindly admit us,' responded the man outside
confidently.
The spy hole echoed as it was closed and they heard
the sound of keys in the lock. A bolt was drawn back
with shrill grating sound and the door was pushed ajar.
The doorman moved to one side to admit the visitors and
the two guests stepped into the brightly light and
opulent atrium. The door was shut and locked behind
them.
A lady, who had obviously been expecting the party,
stepped gracefully forward to greet them. She was
wearing an inappropriately light stola made from
expensive silk and a pair of leather sandals. This
stunning apparition seemed to radiate an enticing
combination of voluptuousness and mature beauty. Her
strong perfume and the revealing low cut of her clothes
tended to suggest that this initial promise of delight
could readily be realised provided sufficient denares.
If this magnificent vessel of loveliness was indeed
bursting with beauty, then fate had found little room
for virtue.
Marcellus Cornelius's lady companion threw back the
hood of her 'palla' .Their hostess who had approached,
stopped in her tracks, eyes wide with fear, awe and
surprise as she recognised his companion. It was a face
as familiar as Rome.
'I didn't realise...' She stuttered.
Marcel's companion haughtily looked down on her and
said, 'My, my, look who we have here, if it isn't that
little Calpurnia creature. We do look a bit tired,
don't we. You should look after yourself a bit better,
you know. Take a vacation, go where the climate is
healthier. I would have thought that with what my
husband has lavished out on your shady services you
would have retired by now. Perhaps to that villa he
loaned you near Ostia.'
Calpurnia's face flushed red with anger. She fought
with difficulty to bring her emotions under control.
'I am working here now,' she responded defensively. 'I
can assure you, Ma'am, that I purely serve the Sacred
Order.'
'An inopportune choice of words, I may add,' said the
lady with a snort of contempt. 'I hope for your sake
that some of the priesthood is as blindly generous,
weak and senile as my husband is, or your income will
surely be reduced indeed.'
'Come now, Messalina. I will not hear any more of this
bickering,' interrupted Marcel, taking his guest by the
arm. 'Calpurnia has been in my household since longer
than I care remember. Her position here is solely
honorific and I can guarantee you, she has been
severely reprimanded and punished for every attempt at
interfering with other people's business. She has
changed completely. She is now a priestess of Anahita.'
Whispering in her ear, he added: 'Fairly whipped too,
by Jupiter.'
'Surely, you don't mean... Well I'll be...' she
exclaimed with feigned indignation, smiling broadly.
'You naughty boy. I'm sure you enjoyed it too, you
beast. We must talk about this further. I thought that
usually priestesses of the order were young virgins
earning their bridal dowry? Exceptions are sometimes
permitted I presume.'
Marcel breathed, relieved. It had been a close shave.
Shame on him for not having recalled that Messalina
would know all about Claudius's escapades by now. He
should have warned Calpurnia to steer clear this
evening. Thank heavens he had remembered that Palace
rumour about Valeria's strange new fetish. Pandering to
the appetite's of the divine lady was his saving grace.
'It's all right, Calpurnia,' said Marcel. 'Lady Valeria
Messalina is to be my personal guest. You may inform
Polyphobe of our presence. I will personally be looking
after Lady Messalina and initiating our distinguished
guest in the antique mysteries of our club.'
'We are honoured,' responded Calpurnia, with a slight
bow hiding her distaste.
'Come, Valeria, let me show you some of the excellent
facilities this place boasts,' said Marcel, eager to
lead her forthwith. He could feel Calpurnia's glare of
hatred fixed on Messalina's back.
As they crossed the hall, they entered a large bathing
area. Steam and the spicy smell of sulphur rose from
the bubbling centre pool.
'We also have a calidarium over there,' said Marcel.
'A furnace and air pumps manned around the clock by
well trained slaves keep the hot air flowing beneath
the floor. There are several pools of different shapes,
heats and sizes for visitor bathing. In the next room,
there is also a full sauna facility equipped with a
massage parlour. Ah, but I'm forgetting the best! Were
you aware that there is a unique library exclusively
reserved for members? It is a library solely devoted to
the mysteries of the erotica and covers Alexandria and
Corinthe too. It has some of the rarest and most
explicit parchments in all the City. '
This aroused Messalina's curiosity: 'I have never
heard of such a thing. I would be fascinated to look at
it. Do you have copies of the famous Karma Sutra
there?'
'Of course, there is also a special supplement to it
written by the Phoenicians of which only ten editions
were ever copied. Eight have subsequently been
destroyed by unjustified purges. We have one of the
remaining two.' Replied Marcel.
With a proud sweeping gesture, Marcel continued: 'What
you see here is just the tip of the mountain. Dozen's
of artists from all over the Empire are toiling towards
a common pursuit, portraying the visually erotic for
coming generations of more enlightened citizens. Sexual
education is taught by the most learned of Chinese
masters, with practical sessions from the most
experienced of courtesans.'
'How impressive!' Messalina exclaimed with delight. 'I
had no idea of the extent of the club's facilities. I
am of course aware of most of the activities, as the
'sex shows' your troupe put on for banquets and whose
artists I may add I have had the pleasure of borrowing
myself perchance; and naturally its physicians whose
discretion is proverbial. My sources have even informed
me about the preferential rates members of the club
enjoy with the Prostitute's Guild. It is quite a set-
up.'
'You are right,' said Marcel. 'For a mere 10,000
sestertii full members obtain all these vast
privileges, plus the non negligible benefit of the
Order's special funeral arrangements.'
'Oh ?What are they?' Asked Messalina.
'The Sacred Order provides special prayers to Anahita
and Venus's representatives in the Underworld to ensure
that in your next life all your needs will be catered
for. A special sacrifice is carried out and you are
provided with a slave of your choice, man or woman, to
be buried with alongside you, to see to your needs
through your journey in the Underworld.'
Messalina was astonished.
'You mean like the Egyptian pharaohs?' She asked
intrigued.
'Yes, truly an amazing service, isn't it? Those are
some of the reasons why the Sacred Order is such a
coveted and exclusive association. Yet, as you know,
this is just the commercial front. The shell that
protects and nourishes our faith and beliefs. The
Sacred Order is much more than a mere association of
friends with a common interest. It is and has been for
aeons, the guardian of a sacred mystery that surpasses
all others known to man. A mystery from which life
itself sprung and from which the sacred power of
sensuality came.
'It is this mystery that all members and associates of
the society protect and worship. Our cult dates back to
before our ancestors came down from the hills, leaving
the seven sisters to live in the plain. It is the
mountains that have held, hidden close to their bosom,
the secret, only revealing it to the chosen few. You
are now to become one of that chosen few. Like the
other faithful, you too must come once a week to the
foot of the Goddess and confess your sins, desires and
sexual acts, either by way of word in the Goddesses
ear, or by written sacrifice. These records will then
be stored in our archives to ensure your success in the
Underworld.'
'You are preaching to the converted,' said Messalina
with a wry smile. 'Do you think I would be here if I
did not wish to become part of the Order? Of course I
am ready to undergo all the rituals and to pay your
membership subscription and become an honorary
Priestess. You forget that I too am a direct descendant
of Venus through my sacred ancestor Julius Caesar.
Because of this I am also willing to neglect to carry
out my duties as Censor of Public Morals. I am ready to
overlook much of what you have said, which I should
denounce and punish, in my public role of course. You
know what my favour will mean to the Sacred Order and
such a rich prize must carry its just price.'
'You may rest assured, my Lady, Polyphobe has given me
full power to agree on his behalf your election as full
partner in the Order. This will give you a one third
stake in all our net profits, currently worth 250,000
sestertii a year. I hope that you will find this
financial arrangement to your liking,' replied Marcel
promptly.
Messalina smiled like a shark and said, 'You are too
kind. Money has never interested me, but how can I
refuse such flattering interest?' Then she added with
studied detachment and indifference. 'I do however have
one other small but insistent request.'
'Your word is my command, O Radiant One,' said Marcel
with an apprehensive smile.
'I must have full access to all sexual and political
confessions, especially those made by certain
individuals who I should so qualify of deviant
political inclination.' She said.
'Surely you cannot be serious!' Exclaimed Marcel
horrified. The thought of what would happen to him if
this leaked out sent a cold chill down his spine. She
had him caught between a rock and a hard place.
'Surely you jest, my dearest friend. I must insist.'
She frowned and it accentuated the hardness in some of
her lines. Her tone was calm and dangerously serious.
This was a woman who could shape continents, make
fortunes and whose displeasure was usually fatal. 'You
need not worry. I can assure you that I will use this
knowledge only when required and with discretion. I
have always entertained the greatest sympathy towards
you. I foresee that you will go far in my service. '
'It could not be put plainer,' Marcel thought coldly.
He had been warned that this woman was a viper, but he
had taken a risk and was now feeling the bite.
'Immediate death or banishment, versus an uncertain
destiny. There really wasn't much of a choice.'
'It will be as you wish, my Lady.' He conceded
reluctantly.
'I knew that you were sensible as well as handsome,'
she said, smiling broadly.
Pulling him by the arm, she exclaimed: 'Lead on! I
want you to make me a priestess now. Show me to the
Mystery.'
A few moments later they entered a small candlelight
chamber. This was the Temple. Although the room at
first appeared quite small, it was in fact amazingly
large. Messalina looked up, surprised. Very high up,
one could make out a lofty domed roof. What little
natural light that there was came in through a small
circular opening that most probably provided an outlet
for the smoke as well. This very tall roof gave giving
the place a mysterious vertical dimension and echo that
were more characteristic of one of the large basilica's
in the forum.
Against the temple's far wall stood a gigantic naked
bronze of a Roman woman. Beside the goddess, a black
marble altar, obviously an area of worship and
sacrifice. Four other large statues gilded with gold
were placed at cardinal points. Messalina looked at
each of them in turn. Anahita, Venus coupling with a
unicorn, a human phallus, an Egyptian cat and a
Minotaur Bull-God. A strange and troubling assortment
of symbols.
Messalina's eyes rested on the Bull-God. Although its
body was that of a human colossus, its face and tail
were definitely that of a bull. Messalina's gaze came
to rest on the animal god's private parts. They were
closer to resembling those of a copulating horse than
either man or beast. Obviously, the sculptor had taken
some artistic liberties, perhaps inspired by his own
experience.
Messalina slowly approached the Bull-God. Casually,
she took the bull's golden sex in her hand and moved
her fingers lightly down the stem as if it were the
most natural thing in the world to do. Marcel watched,
fascinated, as her fingers distractedly played with the
jaded sex.
He felt as if it were he that was being touched. She
suddenly stopped her movements and he jumped and seemed
to wake up, staring at her intently.
This time when she began to touch the beast he
shivered and took a step forward but she had got her
own ideas. Suddenly pulling up the hem of her robe, she
straddled the idol's outsized phallus and began to dip
feverishly up and down on the monstrous tool.
Marcel watched, flabbergasted and aroused, as the
friction of her quick squatting movements drew moisture
on the instrument. She closed her eyes, fantasising,
reached for her breasts and kneaded them until her
nipples her hard from desire.
Without warning, she opened her eyes wide, sprang off
and nimbly leapt onto the black marble altar. She slid
round and turned to sit squarely facing him. Her eyes
sparkled. Her face had that mischievous expression,
smiling and licking her lips like a cat before its
prey, she pulled up the hem of her stola high above the
waist and exposed her bushy black mound totally to his
view. She wore nothing beneath... Marcel couldn't
believe his eyes: she was offering herself to him. He
swallowed hard. 'I feel like making love here on the
altar,' she said, her tongue flicked lustfully over her
upper lip.
'Lets have the sacrifice now,' she said with a wry and
meaningful smile.
Messalina bent down and stuck out her rump. As his
eyes swept over the curves of her slender, well-
proportioned body and down her firm thighs, he felt
desire swell up even further within him. He made no
attempt to explain to her that this was not the correct
or usual procedure. Instead, he quickly liberated his
stiff part from his cincture which immediately jolted
to attention, ready for instant action. His erection
grew stiffer as he fondled the chunky, proudly
protruding piece and he felt blood rush to his head.
Valeria Messalina reached out behind her and parted
her firm buttocks with both her hands in a gesture
which was indecent, obscene and an open invitation to
lewd fornication.
Kneeling down, Marcellus eagerly moved forward and
stuck his face into her exposed crotch. His tongue
fluttered around her arse hole then he kissed and
licked the sweet perverse flower of her arse hole and
moved down her rectum to the jet-black wiry haired
mound below. His pulled her panties aside and his face
muzzled in between her thighs.
As she looked backwards and watched him burying his
face in her bottom and quickly lapping up her cunt she
said, her voice trembling: 'You animal... You are my
greedy worm....'
He moved away but she roughly pulled his head back
onto her pussy. She half sat up to watch him cunny her
and while kneading both nipples. He felt her push
backwards with her rectum to paste him in her. His avid
tongue ran over her pouting sex lips and nibbled at the
rubbery savoury skin before darting in and around her
musky slit.
She groaned ecstatically as he licked her quivering
quim. He wanted to mount this stray bitch from behind
and shag the living daylights out of her. Instead, she
moved away, sat backwards again and leaning back, she
spread her legs wide open. Marcel felt his heart leap
forward. Using her fingers to part her sex-lips in a
most shockingly obscene invitation, she croaked,
suddenly hoarse: 'Come and put that big thing of yours
in here. Prove to me that you are really a man. Use
your weapon, soldier!'
He smelt her strong animal scent mixed with her
abundant perfume as he drew up to her. She grabbed his
face and pulled him brutally towards her. They kissed
quick and hard before he scrambled to penetrate her.
As he quickly positioned his swollen cock head against
her soft entrance, she eagerly and impatiently pulled
him forward into her. His solid rod sank easily and
deeply into her well-creamed sleeve. He began to labour
away at her passionately. Forgotten who she was,
forgotten where they were. All he was conscious of was
her willing, receptive and lustful body close to his.
He wanted to take her, make love to her and punish her.
'Yes !Yes!' She groaned. 'Harder !Hurt me! Treat me
like a bitch. Oh yes! Ah! Yes, fuck me harder!' She
gasped, her eyes closed in bliss and hunger.
She writhed in unleashed fury, mouth open, eyes
transfixed and clasped him desperately with both arms
and legs clawing at his back as if to spur him on even
further. He groaned and thrust erratically at her fiery
loins. She squealed with delight. The muscles in her
belly devoured, clutched and unclenched his slippery
tool.
Marcel had never before experienced such strong
passion and desire for a woman. All the stories he had
heard about this promiscuous and unquenchable Empress
were true then. Messalina was possessed with such
wanton force that its unleashing was enough to
contaminate the strongest of stoics. She seemed to be
able to communicate her animal lust and depravity to
whomever she touched and nothing could resist her.
She let out a strangled cry and grabbed the edge of
the marble altar with her hands to stop her sliding
under his pumping movements. He felt her body tremble
with convulsions beneath him as she experienced a
violent series of orgasms. He too groaned and came,
jerking spasmodically.
So excited and aroused were they both that they
continued their sexual orgy as if nothing had happened.
Her hot wet perspiring body slid from under him without
any warning. Giving him an immoral half-smile, she got
onto all fours and wiggled her bottom provocatively.
Panting, he scrambled on top of her.
'Yes! Stick it that big juicy thing of yours up my
arse,' she said and turned her head to kiss him openly
on the mouth.
They kissed lustfully. He grabbed her firmly by the
waist and positioned his greasy tool against her oiled
hole.
'Give me a nice ride,' she said lustfully as she
guided his quivering stiff erection into her arse hole.
She cried out with pain and ecstasy as he penetrated
her tight hole.
'Oh yes! Further!' She said licking her lips and
giving him an encouraging and dirty half-smile.
He began to pump in and out of her arse, sending wave
upon delicious wave of pleasure travelling up her
spine. With one hand he clenched her waist, with the
other he stroked her hard clitoris. Obviously, she
liked this treatment because soon she was panting and
squealing with delight: 'Ah yes! Come harder into me!
Stick it further up my arse now...'
He groaned and did his best to obey. A few moments
later, she gasped, clutched wildly at him and came in a
shattering climax.
This was too much for Marcel. A couple more strokes
and he too had joined her in pure bliss. This time they
both collapsed together, exhausted.
Messalina lay back with a thoughtful expression on her
face while Marcel dressed hastily. Marcel felt guilty
about what he had just done. He had had no choice, she
had made him, he tried to tell himself, deluding
nobody. The was no justifying his actions. The truth
spoke for itself. He had a soft spot for Valeria, even
if he did not want to admit and in spite of her
numerous failings. Under different circumstance he
could even have grown to regard her as more than just a
friend.
There was no trying to hide the fascination and strong
physical attraction he felt, or the mixed feelings
swirling in his mind. He was however resolved to
suppress all his emotions in this particular matter
since any further involvement would certainly
jeopardise not only his careful plans, but perhaps even
his life.
'I knew you would not disappoint me, Marcel,' said
Messalina with a happy sigh. 'You are wasted out here,
you know. I am sure we could find you some more fitting
place nearer to the palace.'
'No doubt, my Lady,' replied Marcel, 'but I think it
wise for us to avoid being seen together for the time
being.'
Messalina tuned sharply to look at him.
'Why is that? You do not wish to infer that my company
is not good enough for you I hope or is this some last
throws of maternal loyalty for that naive child bride
of yours, what's her name?' She snapped, barely
controlling her temper.
Marcel did not try to explain to Valeria that Livilla
was neither as young nor as naive as she imagined.
'No,' he replied carefully. 'if anything, you are too
good for me. As for Livilla, she no longer matters. I
am thinking about divorcing her anyway. No, the real
reason Valeria, is that I admire and respect you too
much. I would not like to compromise the special
understanding we have, both from a business and
personal point of view with a complicated
relationship.'
She looked at him, scrutinising him for a long moment.
'You puzzle me, Marcel. Just when I thought I had you
figured out. You were born the year of the Consuls C.
Asinus Pollio and C. Antistius Vetus under my cousin
Tiberius. Your mother died at child birth, your father,
Senator Cornelius Silius raised you in the old Roman
tradition and gave you only the best of tutors.
Magistrate of the lower courts of Ostia at the
extraordinary young age of 18, distinguished in
fighting on the Rhine, you went on to become a pro-
tribune in the XIIth Urban one year later after your
father was banished by Caligula. You married Livilla at
about the same time and after Caligula's death, you
were elected Tribune of the XIIth Urban, five years
younger than custom. Quite an accomplishment, don't you
think? By the way, whatever became of that Junia?'
Marcel flushed, paused and fixed a spot on the wall.
Well, her spies had certainly given her the run down on
him. What she had given him was a very accurate resume
of his official and public life and touched upon an
intimate wound. What she meant however was that she
knew every thing there was to know about him, or could
find it out. Marcel was impressed despite himself.
'What can I say. You are Rome, Rome is you...' He
answered with a smile.
'It would seem so, but there is still so much I would
like to learn. You are full of surprises. You fascinate
and intrigue me.'
Her sudden interest in him gave him cause for alarm
and concern. It could prove excessively dangerous.
Marcel laughed. 'All right! I will tell you
everything. Did you know that it is the tradition of
the Sacred Order to confess all ones sexual sins and
perversions to the ear of the Goddess? Well, I too have
done so and the eunuch-scribe's transcriptions are
there for your reading! If you want, I will have them
brought here to you immediately.'
Messalina's eyes shone with interest.
'Yes, I would like that very much,' she said with
gluttonous excitement.
'You understand of course that in exchange I must ask
you to confess your sins to the Goddess, with the
understanding that they will remain confidential,' he
said.
Marcel had expected strong protest, perhaps even anger
at this suggestion. Instead, the idea excited her,
aroused her and tempted her vanity beyond all measure
of reason.
'I will, by Augustus!' She exclaimed, with excitement
and delight. 'I will tell it to you here and now. This
is exciting!' 'All right,' said Marcel. ' Come near to
the statue of the Goddess, over there by the large ear.
You can tell your story there but first, I want you to
throw something over you.'
Messalina turned to look at the huge statue
suspiciously.
'You don't mean to say that one can be seen and heard
through that thing, do you?' She exclaimed,
scandalised. It seemed like a sacrilege to put the
deity's image itself to such a base purpose.
'Naturally,' replied Marcel, 'that is where the
eunuch-scribes and priests observe and take notes.
There is a small stair case and trap door in the base
of the statue. The icon is hollow inside. I wouldn't be
surprised if Polyphobe himself, rather than one of his
lackeys, hadn't been keeping an eye on us and enjoying
peeping to boot. He most probably found the whole
episode quite entertaining.'
'Well then,' said Messalina with a salacious smile,
'let us not disappoint him nor tally any longer. I
would not like to keep him waiting now. let us go over
there and whet his saucy ears. There is much to tell.'
They crossed over the green mosaic enlayed floor and
drew up gilded wooden couches near the 'Ear' of the
Goddess. 'Where shall I start?' Asked Messalina,
hesitant.
'At the beginning. For the record of course. When did
you realise boys were different from girls, so to
speak?' Asked Marcel, cautious.
'Appius was my first love, I think. If you can call
Platonic affection love but lets not get ahead of
oneself. I was born in 24 ad. from two lovely parents.
I'm not talking about Barbatus Messala of course. I've
always despised Barbatus, even if he thinks he is my
father. He was never very good at anything much, except
drinking with his dissolute companions and beating up
on girls. His only real interest in life is that grubby
commerce he has. Not his family, if you could call my
mother and I his family. Reaping a few greedy
sestertii, that's all he's good at.
He treated my mother very badly, you know. He'd whip
her until she bled. I can remember hearing her crying
and sobbing all through the night. It was awful. He was
always drunk of course. He even tried to have his way
with me once, the pig. I fought back and kicked him in
the balls. So he took it all out on mother instead. I
hate him for what he did to my poor mother.
The pig was never ready to assume his political
responsibilities either. He was careful to steer clear
of anything even vaguely political.
My mother Domitia Lepida on the other hand was a real
lady of good patrician stock. The only man who ever
treated her as she so deserved was my real father,
Appius Silanus. He was the most wonderful man in all of
Rome. Handsome, charming, noble yet gentle and
understanding. I've always loved and admired him.
When I was a small girl I would lie awake on my bed
listening to his voice and my mother laughing. I used
to wish that I could grow up and marry him myself. As
it turned out though, it's perhaps better.'
Messalina then went on to recount her first adventure
with Crassus, her freedman's son who served her father
as stable boy. She had had a crush on him and, by the
way he was always looking at her sideways she had soon
understood that he had fancied her too. So one day she
had lead him into the barn on some pretext or another
and, after some fooling around had dared him to show
her his part in exchange for a glimpse at her own. She
had never seen such a thick virile instrument and was
surprised and impressed at what she discovered. The big
flesh stake rose from his bushy testicles
'Pull your skirt up.' he commanded. She obeyed,
trembling with arousal. She wore nothing underneath. He
stared at her exposed sex with desire. She smiled and
pulled her skirt up higher so he could everything. Her
legs, her thick bushy mound and her vagina. He began to
masturbate himself in front of her as he looked her in
the eyes. She too put her hand between her legs and
began to caress herself in shared complicity. Gauche at
first, but then with more assurance and delight they
began to touch and feel each other's body in the hay.
He had lain with her and taken her as would have a
slave girl in the barn. Even though it had hurt at
first, Messalina had enjoyed it immensely. Resolved to
play this new game again, she set out to entice and
gain the favours of her many childhood friends. Her
enthusiasm for this new pass time was such that she
soon did little else. As could be expected, the
inevitable soon came to pass. Her father caught her in
the act and she was severely punished and made to
confess her many crimes. Crassus was sold into slavery
and she was henceforth locked away. Somehow this did
not stop her however, just made the game more
interesting.
The episodes that followed were plenty and Marcel sat
there enthralled listening to her sexual exploits for
hours. Even knowing her reputation, he had found
himself astonished by the variety and length of her
confession. Afterwards, the manuscripts of her
adventures would be copied, updated and transmitted
generation after generation down the ages to make
passionate reading several thousand years later.
Candles had to be changed before the telling was over.
After she had completed her story Messalina, excited
and aroused by her own words, insisted on hearing
Marcel's own adventures. So, after the slaves had
brought in the parchments, Marcel began to read in a
mellow voice and this is what he told her.
Chapter II - The Confessions
Marcel had first met Helen three years ago at her
wedding. It was an encounter he was unlikely to forget.
Helen was a very attractive woman. She was tall,
slender, with long brown wavy hair that fell gracefully
over her shoulders. Her eyes were green and shinny and
her body well proportioned in spite of her large
breasts. She was indeed a very desirable and desired
woman.
Before his marriage to Livilla, Marcel had hung out a
lot with his friend Senator Juncus Virgilianus. The two
men shared two common interests: women and sex.
Although from different backgrounds and of different
temperaments, their mutual tastes had brought them to
frequent the same dissolute company.
Marcel was from a young enterprising family whose
fortune had recently suffered a series of mishaps
whereas Juncus had started off counting many
illustrious ancestral masks and little fortune and had
acquired enormous wealth under Caligula's principate.
Juncus, like his father, was a past master of intrigue
and had managed to ingratiate himself with a number of
influential women. He was also a master of flattery and
knew just how to pander to a ruler's vices and folly's.
He had taken the young Marcel under his wing and taught
him many a valuable lesson.
Juncus's main weakness lay in his excessive taste for
the fairer sex. His scandalous taste for dissolute
women seemed to know no bounds. No obstacle was too
great for him to overcome in his pursuit for
possession. Many a married matron had he seduced and
enticed. Moreover, he had not hesitated to apply the
most vile means when natural charms failed. He had been
known to dab in magic, blackmail, rape and even murder.
He was perhaps best known for his bizarre taste for the
prostitutes, where he was counted among the most
generous and regular of customers.
In his dissolute youth before he had met and married
Livilla, Marcel had spent much time with Juncus,
enjoying taking part in some of his games and providing
him with some fuel for his perverted sexual appetite
through his connections with the Guild.
Because of this, he had soon gained the senator's
respect, gratitude and friendship. So much so, that at
his wedding, Juncus had asked him to act as best man.
The wedding had been a big occasion. All Rome had been
there, including the Princeps Tiberius Claudius and his
most generous wife, the lady Valeria Messalina.
Juncus was a very rich and influential senator. He too
had been married for reasons of state once before. He
had divorced his ex-wife because she was incompatible.
She did not partake in the same pleasures as he: She
was exclusively inclined towards the fairer sex. With
his influence over Messalina, the divorce had been easy
to obtain. He had kept his ex-wife's dowry, of course,
save the commission he had had to pay to Messalina's
public prosecutor.
He had pleaded that Sevila, his ex-wife, had been full
of inhibitions. Unheard of in this modern day and age.
What is more, she had nearly been a virgin! He had been
so sexually frustrated with her- she only made love at
night and under the covers, nearly fully dressed.
Juncus had been tolerant at first, since she had proved
a dutiful wife, but he had soon given up with her.
Helen on the other hand was totally different. She was
his ideal woman. Totally uninhibited, modern, loose and
possessing the same taste for vice and perversion as
he. They had met at one of Messalina's select orgies.
Helen had always proved herself very popular with the
guests and many a suitor had paid their homage to her
in her loins and used her as a sexual plaything. Juncus
however had captured her eye and they had been
inseparable since then. The night before the wedding
she had consulted a medium who had predicted that she
would know bliss on her wedding day. That evening she
had shed her purple bordered toga for the last time and
donned a special white dress ('tunica recta') that had
been woven according to the old tradition, standing.
The belt she wore was also special since its Hercules
knot would be untied by her husband to be on their
wedding night. Even her hair was tied according to the
tradition: six pleats wound around her forehead.
In the morning when the guests had assembled, a
clairvoyant had sacrificed a chicken and read the
favourable signs in its entrails. Helen had been
accompanied by an old boyfriend who was going to give
her away instead of her father who was deceased. Just
before, she had whispered in his ears and they had
disappeared into a small room.
'One last fuck as a maid...'
He had pulled up her dress and parting her panties,
her boyfriend eased his cock into your swollen pussy,
grinning like the proverbial cat.
'Your marrying my best friend in a few minutes, Helen,
but your going to stand up there in front of your
family and friends with your pussy freshly fucked,
stretched out, and a womb full of my black seed
dripping down your legs, staining your nice white
nylons.'
They made love quickly and when he had filled her with
come they rejoined the guests.
The couple had then joined hands and exchanged vows
before five witnesses and the priest: The husband had
expressed his desire to 'acquire' his wife as spouse
and given her father a gold coin. The priest smiled and
blessed them, invoking the patronage of Venus.
The happy train of guests made its way singing to the
husband's house. There she blessed the house and was
carried through the atrium by two handsome young men
and pronounced the ritual formula: 'Ubi tu Gaius, ego
Gaia.'
After the wedding rituals and the copious banquet,
Juncus had asked his best man, Marcel, who had been
taking some sketches during the ceremony, to stay on
with him and his bride to make some more sketches to
commemorate this grand occasion.
Juncus offered his guest some of his famous sparkling
wine and they all drunk several glasses to toast the
happy event. Marcel made a few sketches of the bride
and they told some jokes. As he was about to leave,
Juncus offered him another drink and asked him if he
could take some more intimate sketches. Helen was keen
too so he agreed. While the bride and groom stood
posing, a glass of wine in their hand, Juncus playfully
lifted up the hem of Helen's long orange wedding dress
high enough to expose her little red panties. Juncus
pulled the folds of the dress behind her and held them
fast about her waist. Helen looked down and her lips
curled in a wry smile.
Marcel was a bit embarrassed but played along,
exclaiming with exaggerated appreciation: 'That looks
great! I have it now I think. Lets see some more then.'
He drew closer on his hands and knees as if to see
more detail.
As Helen seemed to like the joke, Juncus slid his hand
into her panties and pulled them back to expose her
feminine mound to the 'artiste's' gaze.
Juncus ran his finger gently over his bride's slit,
parting the sex lips, in front of Marcel. Marcel was
shocked and surprised. She did not seem offended in the
slightest at this obscene and direct behaviour. Quite
the contrary, she was getting horny. There was a
twinkle in her eye as she smiled immorally and
encouraged him saying: 'Yes. That's right. Feel it
there? I want to make this a very special occasion. Why
don't you both come over here with me.'
Marcel felt a lump in his throat. She sat down on a
chair so that the two men could both see and touch her
together. Helen held her little panties away from her
sex so that they could both admire her parts. Juncus
seemed fascinated by her bushy mound. Under her patch,
her sex lips pouted half parted. Juncus delicately
traced the contour of her sex and caressed her pussy
and further parted her fragile sex lips with his
finger, provocatively lifting up one leg and resting it
on her husband's lap. Meanwhile, Marcel plucked up the
courage to begin fondling one of her breasts.
'Let me see both of your dicks.' She suggested without
the slightest embarrassment.
The two men complied, liberating their stiff and
swollen erections from their tight trousers with sighs
of relief. Helen took her husband's erection firmly
into her left hand and looked across to examine her
guests' attributes. When she saw the impressive stiff
instrument protruding, she let out a squeal of delight
and surprise. What a wonderful wedding gift! Helen
kissed Marcel as Juncus felt her up through her wedding
gown. It turned him on to see his new bride making out
with another guy. Marcel sent his tongue down her
throat as is hand moved down and he started fondling
her tit through her dress.
Scooping up the large instrument, she leaned across
towards Marcel and greedily took a good handful of the
swollen stem into her chaste mouth. She pumped the sex
eagerly to see if it would swell even more. The result
proving positive, she decided to up the stake and use
her tongue on it.
Meanwhile, Juncus slipped off her panties, leaving her
clad below her dress only in her white stockings and
suspenders. Juncus glanced at her. She seemed to be
fascinated by Marcel's instrument.
She was so engrossed in her labours, that she took no
notice of anything save her new toy. Juncus watched as,
seated upright, Helen's tongue flicked over the sex
head she held in one hand while her mouth enveloped the
delicious stem. As the long sex sank deep into her
throat, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked at it. After
a moment, she decided to change tactics and she began
to nibble at the stem. Turned on but unable to get her
attention, Juncus pushed her up, pulled up her dress
and slipped beneath her, inserting his erection between
the soft folds of her sheath.
This move attracted her attention. She groaned and
hungrily swatted down hard, then ground her hips. She
began to ride her husband, rotating her groin around
his pole while at the same time gluttonously sucking
her special gift.
How lovely and perverse, she thought. She simply
adored threesomes. Helen panted as she slid faster up
and down her husband's hard penis. She was definitely
enjoying herself.
'Do you want to fuck him, huh, huh? You do want to
fuck him, don't you, slut.' Declared Juncus lewdly.
Helen did not say anything. She just moaned. 'Lets swap
over,' suggested Juncus.
Marcel nodded and changed round. Juncus moved in front
of Helen and held out his erection to his wife's mouth
for her to suck.
Helen looked around behind her and stuck out her rump
so that Marcel could enter her more easily. Marcel was
by now quite aroused. Eagerly, he positioned his cock
head against her moistened and parted lips that her
husband had just prepared for him. He was about to
slide his swollen prick into her waiting pussy when
Helen winked at him.
'Stick it in my arse hole, I want to remain faithful,'
she whispered pleading. 'Go on. Juncus won't mind and
anyway I prefer it up the arse,' she said unashamed.
Her husband, who had overheard her lewd suggestion
simply couldn't believe his ears. He was horrified
despite himself. He had never imagined her capable of
such hypocrisy and perversity.
Marcel hesitated a moment, uncertain, then she opened
her legs and he moved between them. Helen let out a
deep croak of pleasure as his shaft penetrated her in
the arse. Her gown was still bunched up around her
waist but Juncus could tell from her moans that Marcel
had pushed his big cock into her and that he was
fucking her. It was an incredible sight to see his new
bride's stockinged feet rise up as his friend fucked
her. Marcel was fucking her hard and Helen was moaning.
Marcel moved to and fro in her tight rectum until she
was sobbing with sheer bliss. It was incredibly erotic
to see Marcel between Helen's stockinged legs, as he
caressed her legs from the top of her stocking tops to
her feet.
He moved his hand under the bunched up gown. Her
husband could not see what his friend was doing, but it
was clear that he was fingering her pussy because Helen
started to hump his hand. Juncus watched Helen's toes
curl in as she had her first orgasm. Marcel's joy was
to be short lived however. After a while, Juncus was
demanding to be let into Helen's beautiful little
bottom as well. Marcel pulled out and he shot a huge
load all over her gown.
Juncus had to have his wife. He moved between her legs
and stuck his cock into her drenched arse. After
fucking Marcel's big cock her hole was looser than
usual. Watching Juncus fuck his bride must have turned
Marcel on because he was hard again. As soon as Juncus
rolled off of Helen, Marcel approached her. Helen said
that she wanted to get out of her gown so she stood up
and started undressing. She then took his cock with one
of her hands and guided it into her pussy. She was so
wet and stretched that Marcel's cock slid easily into
her.
The two men kept swapping so often that after a while,
Helen lost track of whose prick she had up her arse or
pussy. This did not stop her from enjoying every second
of it.
Juncus was about to change round again, when he heard
his wife utter: 'Sandwich, I want a sandwich! I want
to feel you both in me at the same time, in both my
holes.'
Her former husband had thought her a sex maniac. He
had never known how to cater for her special appetites.
As far as she was concerned the more she could get and
the more cocks she could stuff in her at the same time
the better. Tonight was her wedding night and she was
feeling especially raunchy so she wanted it extra
special and anyway, she never failed to experience the
greatest orgasm when she was being penetrated by two
men at the same time.
She was determined that instead of restricting her
appetite, she would have sex even more frequently and
with whomever she pleased. She had told her husband
that just because she was getting married didn't mean
she was giving up her freedom to be sexually aggressive
and fuck or be fucked by whomever she fancied. She
enjoyed welcoming large cocks in her juicy pussy and
would continue to do so. On the contrary, marriage was
increasing the options and possibilities.
Helen almost fainted with lewd ecstasy as she
experienced being vaginally and anally penetrated
simultaneously. She groaned as, crouched over her back,
Juncus shagged her off while Marcel shoved his tool as
far as he could in her tight bottom. It wasn't long
before she reached a climax that left her limp,
breathless and burning in both holes. A few more
strokes and groans and the two men both Juncus and
Marcel squirted their goods deep into her and joined
her, sprawling together interlaced and satiated.
It was an occasion they would all long remember
fondly.
Thinking of Helen, brought memories of an encounter he
recalled Juncus had related to him.
Drusilla had felt uneasy about the Virgilianus's
invitation from the start and had seriously considered
refusing. She had been in two minds over whether she
should insist with Lucian that he cancel the
engagement, pretending some family matter or whether to
accept and get it over with. She felt worried. Did she
really want to have to face up to Juncus's attitude and
behaviour?
It was Juncus Virgilianus's wont to act flirtatious
and make friendly advances to her in public. He always
acted with such familiarity, but then some women liked
that. Whatever the case, Lucian did not notice, or did
not want to notice, while Drusilla, it did not seem to
occupy her mind, in fact she had most probably grown
used to his eccentric behaviour and found some
justification for it.
Drusilla had always evaded Juncus, usually with some
bout, saving the situation with a joke or an anecdote,
but Juncus never seemed to give up, most probably
inspired by his Machiavellian outlook to these matters
and to life in general. Inwardly however Drusilla
always felt slightly shocked and outraged. How could he
act in such a way, put forth such suggestions, even for
a laugh. Was there not some innate truth behind the
frivolity that acted as a mask for hidden subliminal
desires?
On the other hand Lucian and Juncus were the best of
friends. They had been tutored together and shared a
common outlook and wealth of experience that she could
never really hope to regain. Also, Lucian held Juncus'
achievements in the greatest esteem and his praise and
admiration was without bounds. It upset her in a way,
but she knew that it would hurt him were she to make
him cancel.
They left their small villa early one evening to cross
the four miles separating their home from the
Virgilianus's suburban estate. Juncus had greeted them
with a smile and they had spent a charming evening
together, discussing everything from vine growing in
Campania to the latest senate rumours, always a
favourite topic of discussion. Apart from a few stares,
which somehow troubled her deep inside and from which
she had attempted to evade, she had had no reason to
recall her premonitions.
After the meal, Juncus had personally shown them to
their rooms. He had lead them up the stairs, unlatched
and opened a door and, with a smile and a casual wave,
pointed to a majestically furnished large dark room.
They glanced inside.
'This is the scarlet room. You can sleep here for
tonight, Drusilla. It has the most comfortable bed in
the house. A master craftsman made it for me. I reserve
it for my most special guests.'
Drusilla smiled politely. There was an unfamiliar
smell of incense and moth balls coming from inside. The
furniture, or at least what she could make out of it,
did indeed appear luxurious. The large king size bed
with satin sheets dominated the room. Still, Drusilla
felt a shiver at the thought of spending the night all
alone in this quiet old house. She looked at Lucian
uneasily.
'It's all right, darling,' said Lucian reassuringly.
'Juncus has fixed me up in the room next to yours.' She
stepped hesitantly inside. 'If you need anything,'
continued Lucian, 'you only need to call out.'
That night she found sleep long in coming. Perhaps it
was the climate here near the City, or perhaps her
humour. She lay in bed listening to the night owls
hunting for a while and then her mind wandered. She was
in that state between slumber and wakefulness when a
sudden creaking of the door, an opening, a ray of
light, then darkness, brought her nearer to real world.
Gentle footsteps drew nearer and a shadow approached,
leaned over her soothingly and then slipped into the
bed beside her.
'Oh, Lucian!' .She sighed with relief.
He had come to join her she thought, reassured. He
drew up beside her and whispered, 'Everything is going
to be fine, darling.' 'I hope so, my darling,' she
replied.
She put arms around him and kissed him. Her lips were
moist. She was surprised by the passion and strength of
his response. She pulled back and scrutinised him.
Suddenly, she gasped as horror and surprise struck her:
'It's you!' She exclaimed with mixed emotions, unable
to think. She tried to pull away from him, but he held
her fast.
'I'm afraid so, my lovely Drusilla. What a nice
surprise, isn't it?' Said Juncus, smiling seductively.
'You pig! Let go of me! You monster!' She exclaimed.
'You tricked me! I wouldn't have! I'd never have.'
Holding her firmly, he licked her neck. She shuddered,
a tremor of shocked excitement running down her spine.
She pulled her smooth warm body tightly against him.
She could feel his hot hard virility press against her
bushy mound.
'I know, but it isn't all that bad, is it? I'm sure
you'll find it quite pleasurable,' he said
reassuringly.
'Yes, I mean: Help!' She blurted out.
His lips sought hers and she shuddered as she felt the
contact. She remained passive, yet something inside her
was terribly aroused and wanted to respond more than
half heartily. She felt his slimy shaft rub against her
and instinctively her legs parted slightly.
She struggled. No, she couldn't do this to Lucian, she
thought firmly. Wasn't it too late now though? There
she was, naked in bed with a man fondling her. Who
would believe her? What would he think? As if voicing
out her thoughts, Juncus whispered, 'Do you want him to
see you like this! I'll call him if you want. You're to
blame, he'll say.'
'No, he couldn't... You wouldn't!' She gasped in
horror and doubt crept over her face.
Juncus's face suddenly beamed with evil glee as a
terrible stratagem sprang to mind. 'If you continue to
resist me, I will first kill you, then slit the throat
of the first slave that passes by and lay him down
naked in the bed beside your body!' He chuckled.
'Everyone will think that you were caught in the act
and justly punished. 'She must have been doing
terrible, unnatural things,' they will say. Especially
after I have adjusted the little scene by sticking his
tool in your behind.'
The thought of inevitable dishonour brought tears to
her eyes. Whichever solution she chose, she was
trapped. He would blame her of course. She felt guilty,
soiled, ashamed whatever she did. Nevertheless she
attempted to pull away from him, her small hands
pushing feebly against his strong chest. To no avail.
'I can't... I was saving myself,' she muttered.
'I promise you that I won't tell. Don't worry. It will
all be all right. Just wait and see,' he said.
After all, she thought, she was over twenty-one and
she had a beautiful body. Her body was hers to do with
as she pleased. If she wanted this she could have it
and don't let Lucian or anyone try and stop her.
Meanwhile, his hand went down between her legs and
expertly fondled and explored her. He found her most
tender spots nearly immediately.
She trembled and gasped: 'Oh yes! That's right!'
Lucian had never touched her like this before. A whole
new world was opening before her.
Juncus's hands dug between her thighs and clamped them
apart. Pushing down on her, he guided his blood swollen
tool towards her opening. Parting her sex lips with his
middle and forefinger and she felt him position the
head of his manhood against her small opening.
She felt a tremendous thrill of anticipation. She was
wet with fear and desire. No, she couldn't do this, she
thought briefly, with a sudden last pang of guilt. She
absolutely must stop him from doing this forbidden,
shameful and delicious thing. She tried to tell herself
as she opened her thighs.
Instead, she croaked: 'Yes!' Spurred by her cry, he
drove his sex hard into her. All thoughts of
respectability and of her husband were driven from her
mind with that one thrust. She bit her lips in an
effort not to cry out with pain and pleasure. He was so
big, she thought. It hurt and yet at the same time his
dirty stem seemed so delightfully pleasant now that it
was safely tucked away inside her tight sleeve.
They made love passionately, her legs wrapped around
his waist as if to pull him deeper into her as he
pounded and panted away. Drusilla felt him approaching
the point of no return. She lifted her legs back to let
him penetrate her more deeply.
'Yes, do it! Please, don't stop now. I can't wait.
Fill me with your sperm!' She cried.
He came, jerking and groaning, triggering off her own
orgasm.
It was a long time before they had recuperated and
could think again. After Juncus had rested, he kissed
her and quietly slipped away, using the way he had
come.
As she lay in the dark, a small tear touched the
corner of her eye. She suddenly gripped the sheets and
clenched her teeth hard as she experienced a sudden
surge of shame and guilt at the thought of what she had
done. 'My darling, how could I have done this to you?'
She asked herself with despair, but the delicious
memory of that salacious moment lurked in the back of
her mind, giving her a warm tingling feeling inside.
Many wives were unfaithful to their husbands, thought
Marcel. He produced a transcription of an affair one of
Messalina's friends had been involved in. She read it
avidly. It concerned Cotta, a knight she had been
having an affair with. It seemed that he had been
indiscreet with the wife of another knight...
Cotta, a friend of Junian, had suggested that he and
his wife spend a weekend at this very reasonably priced
lodging house he was acquainted with at the sea-front
near Ostia. It was renowned for the view and boasted a
table and accommodation the best and would make an
ideal refuge for a romantic weekend trip. What made the
place more interesting however, Cotta had intimated,
was the fact that they would only have to pay a nominal
fee of 10 sestertii.
In exchange, Junian would have to agree to the modest
house requirement: letting his wife pose for Pulius, a
famous local artist, well known for his Greek and
classic nude studies. The arrangements were a little
particular, but it was well worth it. It was a once in
a lifetime opportunity. Julia might become famous as
the inspiration for great work of art, while he would
be enjoying all the luxuries of a private service and a
special room with a professional lady to keep him fully
entertained.
Junian's first reaction was one of surprise, but Julia
had been enthusiastic, arguing that it would be an all
so exciting adventure and that they would get the
holiday free.
Junian asked, 'What exactly will this work entail for
Julia?'
'Nothing too exacting or too difficult. You know, just
modelling some classic, perhaps suggestive poses. That
sort of boring stuff. Nothing compromising or indecent,
of course. Pulius is a real artist, a maestro of the
classic and the erotic,' said Cotta enthusiastically.
'And this lady...' began Junian.
'Surely you're not complaining about the free-be?'
Interrupted Julia, with a deep laugh.
She then asked him if the idea of having sex with a
prostitute didn't appeal to him and arouse him
sexually? Surprised, he confessed that it did, but then
he quickly added that he was not the sort of man who
used one. That he, unlike most Romans, was a married
and faithful husband. Julia then burst out angrily at
him, saying that she also had always been the best of
wives. He strongly protested that he was not implying
otherwise. He was implying it, she insisted, because he
was so ungrateful to her that he refused to let her do
her best for him.
Of course she was jealous of him and loved him very
much like a dutiful wife. If there were another rival
for his affections she would certainly be heartbroken.
Surely this slight physical diversion could not be
compared with love. Sex and love were after all two
completely different things. As a devoted wife, she
concluded, anything that pleased and distracted him in
those matters she would agree with. After all, wasn't
her duty as a loving wife to keep him happy? It would
be an exciting adventure for her too, so why shouldn't
he also have some fun. She was not selfish or petty,
but understanding and open-minded about such matters.
Junian finally conceded the point and asked her
instead if she didn't mind posing naked in front of
someone else, even a renowned artist. 'It was all for
art,' she replied confidently, 'and anyway, what harm
could come out of it? On the contrary, it would be such
fun.' Cotta interceded, vouching for Pulius and anyway,
he would be there to look after things and make sure
all was okay he promised.
Julia was so keen and convincing that Junian had to
give in. That weekend they set off for the Roman coast
and booked in to the specially reserved rooms. The
service was first class and Cotta, who had joined them,
pointed this proudly out.
In the evening, they went to their room to get
dressed. Junian felt assailed by a mixture of
excitement and doubt as he dressed carefully, using the
latest Egyptian male scent. He looked over at Julia and
saw she was putting on her black stockings, suspender
belt, high heels, a short very tight black leather
skirt and that clinging tunic she had bought herself.
When surprised, he had asked her why she was dressing
like that, she had smiled condescendingly, explaining
that it was for the added artistic impression. When she
had put on her white leaded make-up, her antimony
mascara and bright red cochineal lipstick, she quickly
went to the bathroom.
He went downstairs. She joined him five minutes later
in the lobby. As she walked towards him, she swung her
hips slightly. Her eyes shined brightly and despite her
serene allure, a slight flutter of excitement was
visible on her lips. Everything about her, her
attitude, the way she walked and the way she was
dressed struck him as provocative, very sexy, even a
bit vulgar. He felt desire surge within him and he
began to have second thoughts.
'Are you sure this is all right?' He coughed, cleared
his throat and corrected himself. 'I mean that girl and
all,' he said nervously, with a sudden pang of guilt
and regret.
'Of course, darling,' she said and pecked him on the
cheek, 'and you need not worry about me either. I'll
most probably get bored anyway sitting still hours upon
end.'
She smiled, then whispered nice things in his ear to
allay his fears and reluctance. He suggested that meet
at 8.00 a.m. but she would not commit herself to
anything. 'You know these artists. You can never tell
how long these things will take.'
He was a bit upset at this. Before he could add
anything, Cotta appeared and after they had exchanged
pleasantries and greetings, he firmly took Julia in his
charge, reassured Junian quickly and lead her away. She
smiled, waved and blew him a kiss as she disappeared up
the stairs.
Under Pulius's stern directions, Cotta and Julia
slowly got in bed and he put his arms around her,
cuddling up behind her. He began to fondle her breasts.
She giggled. Cotta kissed her neck and caressed her
sex. She wiggled and let out a little cry of delight.
As she turned over onto her belly, Cotta climbed on top
of her, parted her buttocks and eased his throbbing sex
between her unresisting thighs. She closed her eyes and
just opened her mouth with pure bliss as he moved up
and down her backside, driving his impressive implement
in and out of her with long firm strokes until he came,
ejaculating deep inside her. They kissed lustfully,
open mouthed, as the artist completed his sketches.
They had good hard sex in a variety of positions under
artistic guidance.
***
In the morning, when they awoke, she dragged Cotta
over to her by the cock giving him a wry little smile.
She masturbated herself in front of him to get him
excited then she climbed on top of him, rammed down
convulsively and began to ride him firmly. It was not
long before she panted and sighed and her body
shuddered with a series of multiple orgasms.
When he had reached his jerking climax, they lay still
some time, utterly exhausted until she got up and began
to dress, calmly, putting on her stockings, shoes and
the rest, then straightening her skirt as if nothing
had happened. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her
face was slightly drawn and her eyes had rings around
them from the wild evening. She felt a bit bruised. A
bit of make-up and an innocent smile would fix it
though. 'That trick never failed,' she thought with a
disdainful smirk.
He had not found out anything about her debauchery
until several years later when his suspicions had been
confirmed by the birth of dissimilar twins. The doctor
had told him that according to medical theory this
event occurred when the two moments of conception were
very close. As one of the children bore no resemblance
to the father this could only mean one thing: He was
not the father.
Another affair Marcel recalled quite clearly now had
been related to him by Agrippina, one of his former
mistresses.
Agrippina had married a Senator named Domitius when
she was but seventeen. Early on in their relationship,
Domitius had had this nagging feeling that she was not
being completely satisfied by their lovemaking. Still,
he had to admit that Agrippina always seemed to reach
orgasm, particularly when he took her clit in his lips
and licked back and forth across it as fast as his
tongue could go.
Domitius could see her tummy muscles tighten in spasms
as she groaned faster and faster until she cried out
and then relaxed, becoming all soft and warm. Her
climaxes were similar when Domitius pushed his cock in
as far and as fast and as hard as he could, but those
orgasms were not as intense (at least he wasn't sure).
As a result of this concern, he began to wonder whether
he might be falling some what 'short' in fulfilling her
sexual needs.
As their relationship matured, Agrippina wanted to try
all types of new positions in bed. First she wanted to
do it doggie style. Then she wanted to sit on top of
him, turn around and fuck him with her back to
Domitius, something she had never even mentioned
before. Agrippina was so fucking horny all the time;
she would even suck her husband off, working her tongue
all over his cock and balls. Then she would spread her
husband's arse cheeks open and poke her tongue into his
tight asshole. When her asked her what had gotten into
her, she said her taste buds must have changed because
she loved it now.
One night in the intimacy of their bedroom, she had
confided one of her prenuptial liaisons to her husband
who, surprisingly, had listened both tolerantly and
eagerly, pressing her for more details. That night,
after her story, she had found Domitius aroused far
beyond his usual state and they had made love with
unparalleled vigour. They had both found this to their
mutual satisfaction.
The next day she rubbed her loins against his cock as
soon as he came back from work. His erection grew to
startling proportions. He was totally turned on. She
told him in a small voice: 'Last night was wonderful
and I know I would enjoy more of that. I was so hot as
you were inside me and I told you what Rufus was doing
to me. Today I spent half the day thinking about sex
with different men I know. I was wet all day long...
and now I am dying to be fucked again... by you.'
He kissed and they made love like crazy. Encouraged by
this, she had maliciously related all her other
prenuptial couplings to him with similar success going
into every sleazy detail. He enjoyed it and he had a
horny tart to satisfy. She even told him of the time
that she was at her boyfriend's apartment getting drunk
with him and his roommate when the topic of sex came
up. One thing led to another and she ended
participating in a threesome with them. She told him
that she enjoyed it but was afraid to try it again.
Domitius was not the type of guy that would share her
anyway but the story she told and the thought of her
having sex with two guys made HIS dick hard.
Agrippina confessed: 'Everything I did really turned
me on. I've masturbated at lease once a day since then
just thinking about some of the men who fucked me.'
She enveloped his cock deep in her throat, her face
pressed tight against his pubic bone. He could feel her
tongue and mouth pulsating around his aching cock. His
hips raised off the bed and he exploded into an intense
orgasm, shooting gushers of cum into her sucking mouth.
She swallowed it all and continued her oral
ministration until he had to pull her away, his dick
was so sensitive he couldn't stop shuddering.
They found that their lovemaking became fuller and
more passionate as a consequence. They enjoyed
recounting each other their fantasies. Domitius would
watch her closely and they would have sex, eyes locked,
lost in each other world of lust. They would both come
as he told her how some black guy of huge throbbing
proportions was shoving his cock deep in her cunt. That
always made her come with whimpering sounds. It made
him a little jealous, her fantasising of a hot fucking
with a black - but she would quickly reassure him that
she loved him and that no one would ever replace him.
After all, he thought, it was his cock inside her.
They were delighted but, no longer satisfied, they soon
began to want to experiment new things. Initially,
Agrippina did many things for his husband to make sex
more interesting and not boring. This included role
playing, cross-dressing, bondage and dressing up as a
whore.
During their love making Agrippina and Domitius often
talked for joke about inviting men to have sex with
her. They had fantasized about who they would ask and
during those times their lovemaking had been fantastic.
She knew that he wanted her to become excited by other
men so she would tell her husband of her intended
adventures and he would fuck her like a wild animal.
Her excitement was always enhanced by it as well.
Agrippina began to enjoy exciting her male friends
just so as to spice up her sex at home. She would tease
them by shaking her firm breasts at them and sometimes
running her hand over her tight, round arse. She even
necked with a few of them, touching their hard cocks as
they touched her with her clothes on. The theory was
that this would prompt her on to greater heights. When
she recounted this to her husband, he would picture her
sucking on their hard cocks or them feeling her between
the legs.
He imagined them squeezing her firm, naked breasts,
sucking her large pink nipples between their teeth and
putting their strong, quivering hands on her tight
buttocks. She had never actually had the nerve to take
another man's cock into her until recently. She knew
that secretly he wanted her to do this and she promised
herself that soon she would. She was beginning to
fantasize at the thought of it. Several times Domitius
thought Agrippina was ready to try a threesome but he
had backed out from asking her at the last minute.
Domitius had expressed a fantasy about seeing her fuck
another man. She had always said that she was against
the idea, but mainly because she knew that, whatever
his fantasy was, Domitius probably couldn't handle that
sort of thing. He liked to TALK about things, but she
did not think he really wanted to do them. It wasn't
his fault really.
On the first night Agrippina was unfaithful they had
been happily married for seven years, had plenty of
friends and were very much in love. Domitius arrived
home at his usual time around 5:30. Agrippina asked if
Domitius minded if they went to dinner early. She said
she had something to ask him but she didn't want to ask
him at home. She seemed somewhat nervous as they rode
to a nearby steakhouse. They asked for and received a
table away from the other early diners.
Domitius had no idea what to expect but every thought
imaginable was running though his mind. Agrippina
hesitated asking her question until they both had
nervously ordered their meal. Even then she hesitated
and it was not until their steaks arrived and were half
eaten did she begin. She paused and kissed him and when
she continued tentatively he knew something was coming.
'Honey, you know how we fantasize when we make love?'
she began.
'You mean about you sleeping with another man?'
Domitius asked, feeling his cock begin to stir.
'Yes. Were you serious? Did you mean what you said?'
she asked. She honestly thought he would say no. But to
her surprise he confirmed that he wanted her to do it.
'Yes. I think so.' Domitius answered.
He saw her shiver and close her eyes a moment. She
kissed him passionately, then broke off and snuggled
into his arms.
'Well are you sure? If some guy wants to take me out
someplace and fuck me, would you agree? Because if
you're not..?' She asked.
'I'm sure. I want you too go and do it.' He said
bravely. Domitius stopped mid-sentence then added.
'Why. Have you met someone you want to sleep with?'
'Well, yes. Yes I have. His name is Rick and he's a
salesman. He's ask him out several times but I didn't
know if you really wanted him to.'
'What made you ask this time?'
'Because. Because he's sexy and I want to. In fact I
think I need to sleep with him.' She said.
'What do you mean you need to sleep with him?'
Domitius asked. She told his about one of her married
friends that had dated this man. She had told Agrippina
how great he had been. She went on to say how she had
been told about the size of his cock. Then she said,
'And I want him in me. I really want him to fuck me.'
'Well, if you really want to. I want you to go for it.'
Domitius said, then added. 'Next time he's in town if
he asks you to go out. Accept.'
'I did.' She said. 'He came to town yesterday and
asked. I accepted for tonight. But if you don't want
him...'
Again Domitius stopped her sentence. 'I want you to. I
want you to screw his eyes out.' Domitius said as he
leaned over and kissed her lips.
'There's one other thing you should know. He's black.'
A vision of his beautiful wife with her tanned silky
skin laying under a black man. Both in a frenzy as they
made love flashed before his eyes. His cock was fully
erect now. Straining at his trousers to free itself.
'I won't go if you object.' Agrippina said.
Reaching over Domitius took her hand and guided it to
his groin.
'What do you think?' Domitius said.
'I think you're going to have sloppy seconds tonight.'
Agrippina giggled. 'I want this to be our fantasy. Is
it all right if I suck his cock? Fuck him with my cunt?
Let him come in my mouth and cunt, all over me? What if
he wants to fuck my arse?'
She was turning him on like crazy.
'Anything that feels right for you, sweetheart...' He
replied.
'I am so hot.... Jim honey, thank you for this. I want
Rick to fuck me every way you said and I know I
couldn't have it without you. Thank you. I will make it
up to you someway... Soon.' She said.
Agrippina's hand remained in his lap, slowly massaging
his swollen cock as Domitius paid the waitress. They
then walked out of the restaurant. Agrippina walking
before him so Domitius wouldn't be noticed. Not much
was said until they got back home when Agrippina said.
'I want to make love to you now but I had rather you
wait until I get home. I want to be fresh for Rick
tonight.' She then added that she would have to hurry
or she would be late. She had told Rick that she would
meet him by 8:30 or she would not be coming.
As Agrippina quickly showered she told him that she
was going to meet Rick at his hotel. She said that they
did not plan on going out. She said Rick had told her
that he planned on 'cumming in.' Domitius asked if she
planned on using protection with Rick.
'We talked about that.' Agrippina said. 'Rick feels
like you. That too much feeling is lost with rubbers
and you know how I hate those things.' Stepping out of
the shower she added. 'Anyway, I want to feel his hot
cum inside him. Then I'm going to suck him off as he
cums in his mouth. The only cock that should go into a
white woman is black cock. It's so artistic and simply
wild.'
Agrippina dried herself as Domitius watched then she
went into the bathroom. Through the closed door
Domitius heard as she cleansed herself with a douche.
The visions of Agrippina fucking this black stranger
was too much. He imagined the sight of those dark
organs sliding inside his wife. His balls were
beginning to ache. He developed a huge erection and
would have to put his hands in his lap to avoid others
seeing. Domitius needed relief himself and he knew he
would have the opportunity after Agrippina left.
Agrippina finished dressing, choosing not to wear a
bra or panties.
'I would be taking them off in half an hour anyway.'
She said. Then kissing him and saying: 'I love you.'
Agrippina left. She had not gotten out of the drive
before his cock was out. Within seconds Domitius
exploded. The thick, white fluid shot from his cock
with a force Domitius had not known in years.
Agrippina enjoyed herself. She should, after all she
was fucking or sucking Rick for over five hours now.
Domitius knew he was going to enjoy a thoroughly messy,
cum filled, pussy later. When she undressed for the
second time that night and got beside Domitius in bed,
she told him that Rick had fucked her. He could hardly
believe it. After all the talking, all the months of
fantasizing she had finally got fucked. His cock was so
excited that he came without hardly being touched.
Domitius loved the thought of my wife's fantastic pussy
satisfying another cock.
A couple of months later, they were watching a show
where this girl on was getting her pussy double fucked
by two well hung guys. Afterwards Agrippina had put one
of her larger toys in her pussy with his cock. As soon
as her pussy started to get stretched by the second
'cock,' Agrippina started cumming and couldn't stop. By
the end of the night she had her husband double fuck
her pussy with both toys, his cock and a toy in her
pussy while the other one was in her ass and even
Domitius in her ass while she had the other 2 in her
pussy. It was all so incredibly hot he never had any
problem getting hard time after time.
Domitius had asked her if she had ever thought about
making love to two guys at once and she admitted that
of course she had but had never had never dared try it.
They had discussed it a lot, especially when they had
sex and they would role play, pretending. He would
stick a finger in her camisole as he kissed and fucked
her, telling her she had several men penetrating her
sat the same time. They would kiss passionately and
usually both came in a tremendous orgasm after screwing
like dogs finding the idea extremely arousing.
'I want several men fucking me at the same time. I
want their big cocks in me.' She blurted out one day as
she climaxed.
'That can be arranged...' Replied Domitius. She looked
at him with a pleasant surprise.
Domitius asked her whether she was interested in an
exchange. Lots of couple did it, he told her. She had
been quite reluctant initially: 'I just don't know
about swinging,' Agrippina had said. 'Meeting with a
group of people I have nothing in common with, just to
fuck a stranger doesn't hold much interest for me.'
'All I'm saying is to consider giving it a try'
Domitius stated, walking over to his wife. 'I can make
some discrete inquiries. We'll go and check out the
scene, a club maybe, and if either one of us doesn't
like what is happening, we'll just hang it up to
experience.' He argued.
Agrippina sipped her drink, uncrossing her long legs
while she pondered what she thought was possibly just a
manifestation of her husband's perception of life
passing him by. She conjured up images of him enjoying
some young slut while she got bonked by a well hung
stallion. She blushed red subconsciously.
'Why is this important to you?' she asked, 'don't I
keep you happy and satisfied?'
Domitius smiled, and admired his wife's lean yet
endowed figure clad in a white silk blouse and black
amazed at how she was just as supple and inviting she
had been as his bride a few years before.
'No, it's not that. I just think that considering how
much we both enjoy sex, why not add the excitement of
experiencing the pure physical pleasure with other
people? I don't think it would take anything away from
our relationship.' He reassured her. 'Honey you don't
have to be afraid. Don't you want to do it?'
Like any girl, she had been reluctant at first, of
course, as propriety demanded. But this is not what she
said.
'I don't want this to hurt our marriage,' she replied.
'It won't I promise.'
He insisted she would enjoy it and that it would add
novelty to their lovemaking.
'We could find a virile well hung and strapping young
man. I have no problem with you enjoying yourself. The
guy could fuck you while I watched. You can even play
with my cock while he shags you. I'm sure you would
come like crazy.'
'Sounds like fun to me, I always wanted to try that.
You might take turns with me.'
They had always had sexual fantasies about that kind
of thing, but they had never actually gone through with
it. Here she was, implying that she would go with other
men! She was excited by the idea, but she didn't want
to ruin her marriage.
'As long as I don't get hurt doing it. My only desire
is to please you, and I know you've wanted to see me
get laid by other men, so lets go and do it, just this
once!'
Once she had accepted the idea, she began to justify
her decision to herself. There would be nothing wrong
in going along. She could always back out whenever she
wanted to. She had nothing to be ashamed of after all.
'What am I getting myself into,' she thought. Although
she loved sex she had kept faithful to her husband
throughout her marriage. Despite her fears, she was
amazed that just talking about swapping had moistened
her cunt and got her wondering just what it would be
like to have another man pleasure her here there while
her husband watched.
Of more concern and jealousy however was the thought
of watching another woman being pleasured by her
husband. The intensity of their lovemaking later left
her husband no doubt that Agrippina found the thought
of swapping as sexually disturbing as he did. Domitius
knew that once the thought had been started, it could
not be stopped from working on her mind until she was
satisfied. True enough, the more she thought about it
though the more aroused and confused she became with
the entire immoral proposition. She was feeling really
horny thinking about what was going to happen that
night...
She was sure she would like it and the thought was
making her wet as anything. Her imagination began to
run wild and a guilty desire was freed and swelled up
from within a hidden part of her that she hitherto not
expected. It would be purely physical, she mused, no
emotions involved, sex was not love and her husband had
always complained she that she did not have more men
friends. Accepting this, she felt somehow soiled and
desecrated.
Domitius talked to her about a couple he knew, Meritus
and Sabina. They had an open marriage and often
swapped. She shivered as he described Meritus
glowingly.
'Do you want to do it? Do you want to fuck him?' He
asked.
Agrippina slid her hand into her husband lap and
rubbed his crotch gently.
'Yes,' she said.
'Good,' Domitius said as he squeezed his wife's hand
while she massaged his prick to semi hardness.
'What if he makes me cum?' Agrippina asked softly as
her husband's prick got harder and harder in her
fingers.
'I hope he does,' Domitius smiled. 'If he doesn't it
defeats the whole purpose doesn't it?'
'You really want to watch another man make me cum?'
She asked. 'What if he has a bigger cock?'
'Oh I'm sure he does,' Domitius laughed 'He has an
open marriage and I've heard his wife likes anal sex.'
'You'd like to fuck her up the arse too, wouldn't
you?' Agrippina asked with a smile before resuming her
fun.
'Honey, I told you, it's not about her.' He replied
'I want you to fuck that little bitch up the arse,'
Agrippina said as she took her husband cock in her hand
and stroked it while staring up at him.
'What?' Domitius gasped.
'You heard me honey,' she smiled. 'If you're going to
let some man fuck me with his big cock then you deserve
to at least fuck HIS wife up the arse in exchange.'
'But I don't want her,' Domitius argued. 'I want you.'
'And I don't want him,' Agrippina said sitting up for a
moment. 'I want you too. Look, you said so yourself,
you're letting me do this because you want me to have a
good time and you know that I will still love you
afterwards right?'
'Right.'
'Well it's the same thing with Sabina,' Agrippina
concluded. 'I've never let you do that to me and I'm
not sure I ever will. If it's just sex, and you promise
not to fall in love with her or some dumb thing, I
don't see why you shouldn't have a little fuck too.'
'But..' Domitius protested.
'But nothing,' Agrippina stroked her husbands quickly
softening prick. 'If they have such an open
relationship I'm sure Meritus would be willing to trade
wives for one night. Don't you?'
'Maybe.'
'Then it's settled.'
Like any other husband in this situation, especially
as it became real, Domitius had very mixed feelings
indeed about exchanging wives, even for a few hours.
Sabina was a petite, delicate. But the pleasure of
bedding that fiery, delectable woman would have to be
paid for. And though he lost a lot of sleep thinking
about burying his bone in all that soft, perfumed
flesh, he also lost plenty thinking about what his wife
would be doing with Big Meritus in the bed while Sabina
and he were testing the springs on theirs.
***
When the day came, he asked her if she loved him and
added jokingly that she must be ready to obey his every
wish to prove it. She had to be ready to accept and
participate in everything without being shocked. She
noticed his quivering voice and the bulge in his
trousers as he spoke. This caused her to flush and feel
troubled. She felt wet between the legs. Horny, she
replied that she would without any hesitation. 'What
shall I wear?' She asked.
'Something cheap, vulgar, tight and very sexy. I want
you dressed up real cheap whore from the gutter with
high heels, suspenders, a skin tight short skirt and no
underwear, of course. I want those guy's cocks hard
when they look at you. They have to be aching to get
under your skirt and bury their manhood in your soft
wet pussy. I want you to be the starlet of the ball.
You must came disguised as and behave like a wanton,
promiscuous slut. You will be the queen of their
perverse debauchery. To lust and behold you, but not to
touch. I want to be proud of you.' he replied.
She hesitated but agreed. She seemed very excited
about wearing it for me. She wasn't sure, however, that
she would feel comfortable in public wearing such a
sexy outfit. I assured her that she would be a big hit
with anyone who saw her. In that moment of complicity
she loved him even more. She gave him a peck on the
lips and with a half-smile and he walked into the other
room. She walked to the dresser saying to herself: 'So,
he wants me to fuck other men huh. Okay, I'll fuck 'em.
I'll fuck every man in sight tonight! I'll give him one
night he'll never forget and come over and over with
their cocks in me!'
She got carefully ready, picking out a shockingly
provocative leopard ultra short and tight mini skirt, a
black see-through blouse with a deep neck line and a
very sexy black PVC teddy with attached garters; the
kind of clothes only a whore would wear. Agrippina
looked fantastic in a little black number. She squeezed
into the tight fitting and clinging clothes which
revealed and moulded every curve in her body. If ever
she decided to sit down, little would fail to be
indecently and provocatively revealed her most intimate
female charms. The skirt came about mid thigh with a 4-
inch slit on either side showing the tops of her
fishnet black stockings. It really showed off her great
legs, accentuated as they were with her 3-inch heels.
She would have preferred not to wear a bra or panties
but she knew that she was more desirable with. So she
had settled for a black lace bra which was cut away
only to cover the tips of her nipples, a small laced g-
string, black sheer fishnet stockings, one red and one
black, and suspenders.
She put on the g-string because the little nylon in
front gave quick access for penetration by a lover's
tool in case she needed to have sex quickly. She was
made up like a tarty whore: Her eyelashes had been
thickened using egg white and glue and her eyelids
blackened with kohl made from antimony. She had then
used a black crayon to emphasise her eyes. After having
powered and whitened her face, rouge was then added
using acanth roots treated in vinegar. Carefully, she
applied a fine rare perfume made from thyme and jasmine
to her face, neck and body. The final touch was given
the vulgar bright red grease lipstick and bright red
nail polish. She was dressed for an evening on the
town.
She looked at her hands. They were unsteady, trembling
with nervous anticipation and excitement. She had never
felt so wicked in all her life. Her heart raced fast
and she felt tense and hot and flustered with emotion.
The build up and the dressing up had made her feel
extremely horny. She had visions of herself descending
into vice and perversion, abusing her body and
abandoning her virtues in delightful quick and discrete
coupling. Dressed and made up like that she really felt
the part. She would attract cocks like a bitch in heat.
She fantasised of a dashing young gentleman who would
lavish his attention and generosity on her and whom she
would please fully and intimately.
Her husband couldn't wait to see Agrippina in her new
outfit. When finally she appeared, he was stunned. She
was irresistibly desirable. She gave me a shy smile
when her husband whistled at her. She said, 'I can't
believe I'm actually wearing this.'
Excited and giggling with glee, she paraded in front
of her husband. As he gazed at her appreciatively, she
twirled around and wiggled her gorgeous body
seductively. As she passed him, her hand grazed across
his bulging crotch. 'Well, darling, I see you're in the
mood today,' she said, lightly squeezing her husband's
cock through his pants. She twirled around and wiggled
again, ending up facing him and saying: 'So how do you
like it? What do you think darling? I can't go out like
this can I?' She squealed with excitement.
Never before had he seen her so radiant and desirable.
Domitius had never seen Agrippina dressed in something
so tight and skimpy before - except before or during
their lovemaking sessions. But this time it was
different, because he knew that his young wife would
soon go out into public in that very provocative and
sexy outfit. He swore silently under his breath.
'Of course you can. It's lovely, just simply
incredibly stunning.'
She let her hands glide down the sides of her body.
'Thanks,' she smiled in return.
She did a pirouette and added: 'I'm glad you like it.'
She looked so sexy in that outfit. She had 'Fuck Me!'
written all over her. Domitius gave her an appreciative
and aroused smile.
'You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Doesn't
it make you feel sexy?' He said.
Her dress barely covered her privates. Her large
breasts stretched the top to its limits. The dress was
low cut with a full one third of her breasts exposed.
'Yes of course it does! And wicked... and slutty...
but are you okay with this? I mean knowing you'd be
having sex with Sabina while I had Meritus inside me?'
'Of, course. You'll have to fuck your brains out.' He
declared.
'I want to.' She replied.
'You'll be sucking cock all weekend and you'll
probably wind up getting it up your arse.'
'I want to.' She repeated.
He looked in her eyes again. Her face was flushed, and
she had that 'I'm fuckable' look in her eyes. glanced
down at her legs and wondered if she was wearing
panties. Agrippina noticed his stare and confirmed,
with a sly lustful twinkle in the eye: 'I'm not wearing
any panties underneath.'
'Want to see?' she asked.
'I sure do!' He replied eagerly.
Domitius asked her to prove it and she pulled the hem
of her skirt up slightly revealing her neatly trimmed
bush.
'I have to be very careful when I bend over.' She said
with a smile teasingly as she let go of the hem.
She danced in front of him lewdly and teasingly,
touching herself as she did. Pretty soon, her husband's
cock was sticking straight out at she continued to
dance. As he watch her, spellbound, she slowly worked
her way closer and closer to him, until she are right
in front of him, undulating her gorgeous body so that
her tummy came in contact with the head of his erect
cock now and then. He reached out for her, and she
giggled and moved backwards. He moved towards her,
trying to grab her. She squealed with delight and moved
back some more, evading his grasp. There was lust
burning in his eyes. She just smiled and evaded him.
She bent over, sticking her arse out at him and
gyrating it as she reached back to the hem of her skirt
with one hand.
He put my arm around her and pulled her close to him
He kissed her and her mouth opened to accept my probing
tongue. Normally she was somewhat aggressive when they
kiss, but she seemed to be, well, passive and
submissive is the word. He brushed her lips across her
cheek, nibbled her neck, and then whispered in her ear.
'Lets not go, dear. I want you myself, now,' he said
and tried to kiss her.
She broke away angrily. 'No!' She said. 'It's too late
now. We've got to go through with it. Anyway, I'm in
the mood. If you don't want to, you can stay behind.'
She licked her lips in expectation. It was all so new
yet terribly exciting. Her whole body trembled with
eagerness. It didn't really matter if she met her
husband there, she thought foggily, she would even look
forward to being pumped by a stranger's juicy part.
No amount of protest could convince her otherwise. It
had gone too far. She was too afraid to stop now. He
had to give in.
They had gone out to eat with the swinging couple.
Agrippina had been very nervous on the way over and so
had he.
'Nervous?' Domitius asked his wife with what he hoped
was a reassuring smile.
'A little. Quite a house they've got here, isn't it?'
'It's not too late to back out now,' he offered. 'We
can just turn around and go home.'
'No way,' she countered. 'I'm looking forward to
tonight, just a little jittery right now.'
She held the hem of her dress as she got out of the
carriage and swung her legs around. The hem of her slid
up her leg as she quickly pulled herself to a standing
position. She immediately pulled her skirt down but it
was too late. Agrippina's quick movements getting out
of the carriage had caused the elastic material of her
skirt to slide high on her hips exposing her bush in
the process.
They stepped up to the front door and he stopped her
as she reached for the doorbell. Smiling, he pulled her
close and kissed her while giving her arse cheek a
playful squeeze.
'For luck,' he chuckled, and then rang the bell.
She held her husband's hand very tightly as they rang
the door bell. Meritus answered the door, smiling.
Tall, handsome and muscular, his deep blue eyes showed
a friendly and sexy look. His handshake firm. Agrippina
felt her body tingle immediately. Sabina had given
Domitius a smile when he kissed her hand in
appreciation.
Agrippina looked the couple over. They were both very
attractive. The man had a firm, slightly muscular body
and nice features. The woman had a pretty face and was
a little taller than him, and she had nice slender
legs. She was quite sexy and attractive. Meritus was
clearly the man who should be the husband of this
magnificent creature who was his wife.
'Isn't she lovely?' Questioned Meritus.
Domitius watched as Meritus stared at her in
appreciation, his mouth falling open and his eyes
running over her body. It made him horny just thinking
that he wanted to fuck Domitius's wife. His cock was
getting hard just thinking about her fucking that guy.
He realised that Meritus eyes followed her as she bent
over to pick up her handkerchief, probably imaging her
with an oozing cock stuck in her rump. Even with a pair
of panties on, Domitius could see a lot of arse and
sometimes even a pubic hair or two sticking out of her
panties. Agrippina had felt his gleaming eyes following
every curve of her body. She had briefly returned his
look, troubled by what she sensed. She felt stimulated,
horny, and confused.
Meritus took Agrippina's hand and kissed it gently.
'You look absolutely lovely.'
She actually giggled over this; both the complement
and the gesture, making Meritus smile even wider.
During the meal however, Sabina had drunk like a fish
and laughed too much and Domitius had felt a little
embarrassed. Agrippina seemed amused though.
Domitius kept catching himself staring at Sabina,
sitting across from him. His eyes traced her crossed
legs from her high-heeled shoes, up along her calves,
across her silky thighs... and her breasts, with large,
dark aureole faintly visible through the white negligee
- they bounced wonderfully on her chest every time she
laughed. She caught him staring several times. Whenever
she did, she would lock her eyes on those of Domitius,
smiling seductively, and then make some casual, sexy
move, like uncrossing and crossing her legs, or moving
her arms just a bit so her robe would open up a little
more.
As for Agrippina, she had also drunk too much.
Domitius could tell the alcohol was starting to get to
her a bit; she was not much of a drinker. She was a
little flushed in the face and would giggle whenever
Maritus said anything even remotely humorous.
After the meal, Sabina asked them casually whether
they had ever wife-swapped. Agrippina replied nervously
that they had not but that one of her secret fantasies
had always been to make love while being watched by
another couple. Domitius had suddenly looked at her,
startled and troubled by a frankness that he had never
seen before.
Version Two: Wife Swap
Domitius: Straight Wife Swap
Sabina had asked her husband to dance and they slowly
moved across the dance floor to the rhythm of the slave
drums. Soon they were kissing open mouthed in front of
them, without the slightest inhibition. Domitius was
shocked yet aroused by this erotic display. Domitius
took mental note that his tunic was showing a slight
bulge already. Meritus motioned to Domitius, daring him
in a half serious jest to do the same.
He began to stroke her through her clothes, then
slowly undid her top. He took off her bra revealing her
lovely breasts. As Sabina danced with her husband he
lifted up her skirt and she pulled off her top. Her
breast, unrestrained, came tumbling down. They were
full and voluptuous, made for kissing. Her husband
began to caress them in front of Domitius.
In spite of being extremely ill at ease, Agrippina
felt herself start to experience mounting pleasure. She
was wet with arousal triggered by the unusually
perverse and exhibitionist nature of situation. The
action was having its effect on her. They started
secretly fondling each other as they became aroused.
Her husband kissed her as she watched mesmerised. She
distractedly returned his embrace.
Both Agrippina and Domitius's eyes were fixed on the
couple. He slipped his hand up her skirt and into her
damp underwear. He masturbated his wife while they both
watched. In the meantime, Meritus had decided that he
wanted to have sex there and then. He had lead her over
to the couch and pulled Sabina down onto the sofa with
him. She had had too much to drink and fell sprawling
on top of her husband. She found this very funny and
laughed in a high pitch tone. Meritus pulled up her
skirt revealing all her intimate secrets. She giggled
and weakly tried to elude him and pretended to hide
herself but only managed to reveal herself more fully.
Finally, he managed to sit her down and kneeling
between her legs, he started to lick her pussy.
Domitius opened his wife's blouse and caressed her
breast. Agrippina smiled at him and looked over at the
couple, licking her lips. His hand ran over her waist
and belly then down between her legs. His finger dug
into her soaked sex. As he kissed her mouth she
masturbated herself staring at the couple. Agrippina
started to fondle her husband. Agrippina spread her
legs wider, giving a fuller view to Meritus and Sabina
of her wet pussy as her husband's finger continued to
fuck in and out.
Sabina groaned, turned to the other couple and invited
them over, suggesting that they copy them. Domitius
watched as Sabina took her husband in her mouth and
vigorously sucked his cock. It was a real turn on to
see it in Sabina's mouth. Agrippina had taken her
husband' cock out of his pants and was swallowing it
all while staring at Sabina licking and sucking cock.
After a few moments of her practised ministrations he
was as stiff and erect as he would ever be.
Domitius felt his cock grow another inch and
Agrippina's eyes met her husband's. She really was
enjoying watching him take pleasure admiring the other
couple. Not to be outdone, Domitius lifted Agrippina's
top -- but before he lifted it over her large tits, she
stopped him and looked her husband in the eye. She
seemed uncertain about where this might lead if they
all allowed things to continue at this pace.
Domitius however smiled at Agrippina and told her that
everything was okay since they all seemed to be
enjoying themselves. She moved her hand from his and
Domitius lifted her shirt up and over her head as she
lifted her arms so as to remove it completely. She
blushed when she saw Meritus staring at her voluptuous
breast. Her nipples hardened under Domitius' touch. He
lifted Agrippina's right breast to show Meritus more of
it.
Sabina looked at Meritus and then at Agrippina and
asked Agrippina if she would like to see Meritus' big
cock closer up. Agrippina was a bit stunned at the
question and looked up at her husband. Domitius knew
she'd love to get her hands on that cock. At first he
hesitated, but he had always had a very honest and
loving relationship. Therefore he smiled at his wife
and she stood up, as did Sabina. They giggled like
little girls and Sabina began getting totally
undressed. Agrippina just naturally followed suit. The
two men also thought they might as well get comfortable
also.
It was when his wife dropped to the floor, that
Domitius realised that she'd made up her mind and that
only he could stop things going further. But he said
nothing, deliberately holding himself back, giving it
time to go further. His blood was pounding in his ears
and his mouth was dry and his hands were shaking.
Domitius thought he was going to get a treat by being
able to watch his wife touching another man's cock. It
being such a big ding dong was just a bonus. As he
watched Agrippina kneel on the floor, he found to his
surprise that Sabina was kneeling in front of him!
God, she was a fox! She was so tiny, her nipples so
extended and hard, her pussy looked so small and had a
few drops of moisture that had formed around the lips.
She looked like a little girl, since her pussy was
completely shaved. He could see her clit very clearly
between her pussy lips. Sabina reached out and took his
cock in her hands, stroking it a few times. He was
surprised to notice that his dick was as hard as a
rock. She said she'd never felt a cock get so hard
before, and then dropped her mouth over his cock and
sucked him into her throat.
Boy, was he in heaven! He had almost forgotten about
Agrippina and Meritus. Here he was sitting naked with a
naked girl giving him a blow job. He knew it wouldn't
be too long before he would be blasting his cum down
her throat if she kept this up and he told her so. She
just moaned again and swallowed more of Domitius' cock.
He looked over at Agrippina and stared: She had both
hands on Meritus' cock, rubbing the head over her lips
and between her tits. She wrapped her hand around the
base of his long, slender shaft and took him into her
mouth. He saw the heavy pizzle dribble and leave drops
of sperm on her soft breasts as it slid across the
naked skin. Meritus couldn't help himself and grabbed
her big tits in each hand and began fondling her
extended nipples.
The sight of his hands on Agrippina's breasts was a
real turn on and Domitius told Agrippina as much. She
turned sideways so he could see what she was doing
better. She said she had fantasized about having her
husband watch her with another man many times but never
thought it would be more than a fantasy. With mixed
emotions he saw Agrippina fully caught up in the game
fondle and caress Meritus' virility then suck it until
it stood thick, upright and throbbing, ready for use.
She dropped her head down and took about four inches
of that big rod down her throat. The sight of her lips
stretched over the man's penis while Sabina sucked him
like crazy was just too much. He watched Agrippina
swallow as much of Meritus' cock as she could. Sabina
said Agrippina could suck a cock and swallow more than
her. Without warning, Meritus groaned and came.
Agrippina didn't even have time to get her mouth back
on Meritus' cock before he shot his load all over her
face. She quickly put his cock back in her mouth and
was able to catch most of it, swallowing as fast as she
could.
Sabina returned to her husband and she climbed astride
of him and began to ride him fast and firm. Sabina
looked at them and seeing that both Domitius and
Agrippina were watching them mesmerised, she smiled
provocatively and parted her sex lips so that they
could see her husband's long glistening tool going
fully in and out of her wet slit. The gesture was a
sign of perverse friendship and complicity as well as a
sexual mating call. As for Meritus, he didn't seem in
slightest perturbed that he had dishonoured his wife
before their very eyes in this pure uninhibited
spectacle of liberated debauchery and indecent abandon.
Agrippina eyes were riveted to the copulating couple.
She felt extremely aroused as she watched the couple
making love next to her. She sucked her husband hard
while her hand would discretely dipped beneath her
skirt, rubbing her crotch and cunt with eyes half-
closed as she masturbated. Fingering her cunt, she
impatiently guided him into her humid sleeve, her hands
trembling with eagerness. Domitius laboured away at her
with deep strong strokes and quickly came, still
panting as he ejaculated inside her.
After Sabina and Meritus had also reached their
climax, Sabina snuggled up against Domitius and without
the slightest hesitation took hold of his limp pizzle
as naturally as if she had done it a million times and
began masturbating hard until he was fully erect again.
She pushed him back and her hot sweaty body slipped on
top him. She sheathed Domitius's cock in her parted
crack still sticky and dripping with her husband's
juices right before Domitius' wife who was too stunned
to react. As for her husband Meritus, he didn't seem to
mind her impaling herself with the other man's cock.
Instead, he smiled quizzically as her hips thrust
forward and she began to vigorously pump Domitius's
hard meat into her loins, swapping his tool for her
husband's.
Domitius looked over at Meritus. Taking advantage that
Domitius's attention had been momentarily and perhaps
purposefully been distracted by his charming and
generous wife Sabina, he too had begun to fondle and
kiss Domitius's wife Agrippina. She had responded to
her admirer's bold advances. Domitius began to protest
at his wife's consent by lack of protest.
He disliked the way she had let her friend freely have
his way with her, abandoning her principles without a
second thought for her lost virtue or reputation. He
also disliked idea of trading his wife, letting her
become this other man's pleasure girl in an inevitable
sexual intercourse. He knew what was coming next, and
as much as he wanted to stop it, he couldn't. He didn't
want to cause a scene and most of all, he was afraid
Agrippina wouldn't stop if he asked her to. He tried to
sit up but Sabina clenched him firmly in her depths
with malicious enjoyment and rammed her loins at him.
She stared him straight in the eyes.
Her look was intense, provocative, gleaming with
teasing carnal lust. He gripped her body tightly while
she fucked him. He thrust hard at her open softness as
he watched his unfaithful wife with helpless anger. He
was annoyed but not surprised to see them kiss
passionately in a loose open mouthed kiss on the lips,
giggle, then open her legs and let him touch her
intimately. Meritus pulled her down to the floor on top
of him with her back to his chest. Openly and
shamelessly caressing her sex to make her even more
horny, he rubbed his middle finger around her pointed
clitoris. Then dropping between Agrippina's knees, he
spread open her legs.
A bit hesitantly he dipped his head forwards and
buried it between Dimity's wife's thighs. Domitius
could see when he made contact on Agrippina's face. It
screwed up as it did when she was feeling the tingling
in her pussy. She moaned softly while Meritus lapped on
her cunt and squelching sounds were heard as it got
wetter. She grabbed his hair and steered his tongue
where she wanted it to go. She shuddered and Domitius
knew she was about to have an orgasm. The only
disturbing thing was that she would be eager to get
some cock once she had had her orgasm from the lapping
tongue.
This was something Domitius had overlooked. As Meritus
knelt behind Domitius' wife's thighs with that huge
cock sticking out, Agrippina said she was going to
really enjoy getting all of that chunky manhood into
her pussy. Agrippina hadn't had another man since they
had been married and Domitius could tell she had been
really looking forward to this. He took his hand from
her crotch and repositioned one of her stocking-clad
legs up on the back of the couch and the other on the
floor.
He knelt half on the sofa and half off. Her legs were
widespread and Meritus was in position, with his
monster-cock poised at the entrance to Domitius' wife's
obviously wet cunt. Sabina looked up from Domitius's
prick and said, 'He measures just over fourteen inches
long and just over seven inches around. Magnificent,
isn't it? Don't worry about little Agrippina, he's good
at what he does, and I'm betting he can bury it to his
balls!'
Domitius grasped out but already she was reaching
around behind her and grabbing Meritus' cock. She
placed it at the opening of her dripping pussy and
rubbed it up and down, getting the head wet from her
juices which were by now really flowing.
Agrippina said, 'I want to be fucked hard and see your
big dick fill my pussy with cum.'
She inserted the crown of his chunky manhood into her
from the rear like a well trained tart. Her red vaginal
lips pouted like a throbbing ripe fruit ready to be
opened, penetrated, deflowered then provocatively
revealed to her admirers. As Domitius pumped at Sabina,
he watched Meritus positioning his cock at the wide
spread opening of Agrippina's cunt , fixed on the sight
of that cock touching her sweet pussy lips as he
himself entered the guy's sluttish wife. He knew that
aroused and freed from normal constraints Agrippina was
committing adultery to satisfy her burning lust by
mating with this well endowed male. Meritus's thick
penis was oiled with a mixture of the man's sperm and
his wife's musky secretions.
Domitius gasped for his wife, watching Meritus slowly
work his giant rod into her stretched-open pussy.
Agrippina was moaning and grunting, pounding on his
back with her tiny hands. Steady, steady. Domitius was
waiting for his wife to yell 'stop!' or scream in pain,
but she didn't. Sooner than he thought possible, it
looked like Meritus had his entire length buried in
Agrippina. She had taken it all in her spunk filled
sleeve, combining the four sexual juices.
They laid still together, for a few minutes, then
after a few more moments of slow thrusting, Meritus
began to pound that big dick in and out of the wife's
cunt with all of his energy. He lifted his hips away,
until he was almost out, and then slammed back down
into her. Domitius could hear her wet cunt slurping
loudly and the guy's cock sloshing in her sex as he
pounded into her. She was moaning and meeting his hips
thrust for thrust.
Meritus started to screw Agrippina faster and the wet
fucking noises could be heard from the pistoning action
his cock slipping in and out.
She looked Domitius right in the eye as Meritus fucked
her and said, 'Darling, do you like seeing your wife
being fucked by a strange man? Do you enjoy seeing my
hot pussy stuffed with another man's cock?'
Domitius saw her eyes roll back and her mouth open as
he started pushing into her. he knew just what the
other man was feeling entering his wife's pussy and
really got turned on seeing her take him. Domitius was
both angry and extremely excited. It was too late to
stop it: his wife had just let herself be fucked by
another man so he might as well just take pleasure
watching her being screwed, in seeing her eagerly and
lustfully ride her mate, thrusting her loins at his
dirty cock in forbidden and open debauchery.
As he continued to hungrily enjoy intercourse with the
deliciously sluttish and wanton Sabina, he noticed that
his wife's face was turned towards him and she too was
watching them fornicate. The sight seemed to inspire
her to greater heights of wanton performance for she
gripped the pillow and stuck out her rump then
swivelled her groin at her lovers thrusting cock.
Parting her thighs with his hands, he plunged deeper
into her open rear. Her breasts swung back and forth as
he penetrated her with immoral enjoyment. She was
fucking him like some animal locked in mortal combat.
Like Sabina, she writhed and squirmed in unison with
her lover. Her eyes were glazed, pupils dilated with
immoral sin, her mouth open in vulgar wanton enjoyment
and her cunt fully stretched and aching as she arched
her back and pleasured herself like a stray tom on
Meritus's pumping virility. He thrust hard at her,
letting his column of flesh go as far as it could into
the fiery, parted, eagerly quivering slit. Well-creamed
by the oozing lubrication of her lusty white cuntal
secretions he quickly buried himself deep in the abyss
of her unchaste womanhood. The room is now filled with
the smells and squishing sounds of their passion and
love making, the wet noises and low moans filling the
air with excitement, passions and lust.
Agrippina found herself driven to even further arousal
by the thought of what she was doing with her partner,
a man who was not even her husband. She had let her
lover shove his aching poker into her until it had gone
as far and as deep as it could enter into her now
promiscuous and soiled sleeve. She had cried out with
pleasure as she felt the man come violently in her. She
came with a scream and almost-pained moans and gasps.
Again and again, she clenched her arms and legs around
Meritus.
Finally, with a deep grunt, the man tightened his arse
cheeks and curled his toes as he shot his cum into
Domitius' wife's cunt. Tremors of animal ecstasy ran
down her back as his seed aggressed and invaded her
warm cavities. Domitius filled Sabina's mouth with his
cum as he watched Meritus fill his wife's pussy with
his. The man removed his dick and Agrippina's cunt lips
slowly closed. He watched a huge wad of Meritus's slimy
spunk flow out of her pussy and run down between her
arse cheeks to the cushions below her. He came once
more over her mouth, his sperm splashing her all over.
She sucked and licked off the spunk from the greasy red
instrument of sin.
The two men had disgracefully exchanged wives as if
the women had just been a pair of common vulgar
prostitutes and copulated with them as they would have
street girls on the make. They had both freely and
shamelessly tasted, then shared and deliciously enjoyed
each other's loving wife's intimate secrets.
Gluttonously eager and willing, the girls had also been
guilty of having promiscuously partaken in this
terrible act of debauchery, swapping their master's
cocks and resulting in their immoral consumption of
this sinful act.
They had been dishonoured, their virtues desecrated by
welcoming the unclean pizzles in their private parts
and climaxing with the another other man's virility
sheathed deep inside their flesh. They had been left
stained and unchaste inside like used sluts in exchange
for the obscene salacious satisfaction of a quick screw
like filthy bitches.
Domitius lightly caressed Agrippina openly, and
Agrippina remarked: 'I can't believe we just did that.
I enjoyed it, too.' She added.
'Me too. Even if I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off
you.' Replied Domitius.
Sabina stood over Agrippina and laughed: 'He's
something, isn't he, little sister?'
'I... I never... Oh...' Agrippina gasped in a soft
voice.
'Well, give him five minutes and a soft bed, and you
will think you've died and gone to heaven. How about us
girls switch bedrooms for the night? Meritus? Is that
all right with you?' I wanted to yell 'No! Of course
it's not all right!' but I didn't. Something in
Agrippina's eyes, the way they were almost pleading
with him, stopped him from saying what he wanted to
say. Instead, he nodded a small nod.
'I don't have to ask Meritus if he wants to switch.
The way he's looking at your big tits, little
Agrippina, I know you're in for a long night!'
And she was. Sabina fell asleep soon after Domitius
had finished fucking her but he laid awake in the bed
listening to Meritus and his wife having the time of
their lives. They moaned and groaned and grunted and
sighed and screamed in pleasure, time after time after
time. The only actual words he heard all night was her
pleading with Meritus, 'Oh, no, not my arse! Please,
not there! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh, yes! Shove it all the
way in, you bastard!'
Version Two: Wife Swap with Weakness
Domitius: Wife Swap with Weakness
Meritus had invited the couple back to their house
which was near the taverna for a night-cap. After a
little protesting, Domitius had consented. The two
girls rode in the rear compartment of Meritus's large
carriage with Domitius and Meritus in the forward
section. Sabina asked Agrippina if she had ever had sex
with another woman. Agrippina admitted that she had
always wanted to make love to another woman.... She
felt that a woman really understood the female body and
could please a woman... maybe even better than a man.
Agrippina had fantasised about being with another
woman, but never thought she could bring herself to it,
but as she looked Sabina, she could feel her pulse
quickening. Agrippina could feel the back of Sabina's
hand lightly touching her nylon covered thigh, and as
she looked up she saw Sabina looking into her eyes. The
feel of Sabina's tiny tongue in her mouth made
Agrippina's pussy drip like it had never done before.
As they embraced, Agrippina began removing Sabina's
dress, leaving her wearing only her white lace garter
belt, sheer white stockings and her heels. As they
approached the house, Domitius suddenly caught sight
the two women touching each other intimately and
kissing open-mouthed in the back.
'What the hell do you think you are doing!' Exclaimed
Domitius with anger at his wife.
Meritus tried to calm him down, telling him there was
nothing wrong to it really, just girl play. Slowly
getting over the surprise and outrage at his wife's
behaviour, Domitius found himself experiencing a
natural sexual reaction. His phallus grew hard and
stiff. He kept looking in the rear mirror, watching
them kissing and fondling each other. Her hand was on
his wife's lap. Sabina said something to her and she
laughed. He noticed that Sabina had slipped a hand into
his wife' panties and was finger fucking her dripping
wet pussy.
Agrippina let herself fall onto her back, pulling
Sabina down on top of her as if she were a man about to
take her. Domitius experienced a pang of jealousy,
frustration and arousal at the sight, his eyes glued on
the couple before him. His wife groaned in orgasm.
Domitius caught a glimpse her in the back. Her nipples
here rock hard and her womanhood was pouty and
glistening with wetness.. It was an incredible sight
and made his cock bore a hole through my trousers.
When they arrived, Meritus calmly asked Domitius to
leave the girls alone to finish their women games and
lead him into the house to get a drink. He regretfully
let his friend show him indoors. Sabina suggested that
Agrippina come upstairs with her while she checked on
something. When they got upstairs, she invited her to
change into a robe she had and to take a shower if she
wanted to. By now she was sure that something was going
to happen but she didn't know how far everything would
go. She was tired and decided that the shower would
give her a few minutes to collect her thoughts. She
stood under the warm, running water and tried to
imagine making love to Sabina and possibly being made
love to by Meritus. It sounded exciting and taboo.
She finally stepped out of the shower and as she was
drying off, she caught sight of Sabina watching him in
the mirror. She came over to Agrippina, took the towel,
and began to gingerly to dry her off taking great time
and pleasure in rubbing his breasts. Then she lowered
her head and began sucking on them with great passion.
Agrippina could feel herself getting instantly dripping
wet. Twenty minutes later, the girls reappeared, arms
around each others waist. From their smiles and radiant
looks they had obviously not wasted any time and
reached full bliss together.
Sabina went up to her husband, kissed him lightly and
whispered something into his ear. Agrippina kissed her
husband warmly, her face still flushed, as if to thank
him for his indulgence. She promised to give him the
details later, when they were alone together. Domitius
was relieved to see that she considered the matter as
purely physical with no emotions involved. That he
still remained the object of her love and affection.
After a couple of drinks, Meritus suggested that the
girls strip in front of them and before Domitius could
protest, Sabina took Agrippina by the hand without
asking her permission and dragged her to the centre of
the room. They began to dance sensually, swinging their
hips provocatively and slowly removing their clothes.
Domitius watched them caress each other through their
clothes, then slowly undo their tops. They both undid
their bra revealing two perfect pairs of lovely
breasts. He could tell Juncus was impressed, Agrippina
was a very pretty lady and had a lovely slender figure
to match. Sabina's breasts, unrestrained, came tumbling
down. They were full and voluptuous, made for kissing.
Sabina continued her striptease until she stood totally
naked revealing all her intimate secrets.
'You can bet Sabina's pussy tastes as good as it
looks,' Meritus offered. Agrippina kept her panties on
from pudicity. Aroused, the two men also removed their
trousers. Domitius noticed Agrippina's look of
astonishment when Meritus revealed a big erection. The
tool was over twenty centimetres and stood proud,
immensely impressive and ready to serve.
Sabina pointed to her husband inviting him to join
her. The couple began to dance and they slowly moved
across the dance floor to the rhythm of the slave
drums. Soon they were kissing open mouthed in front of
Domitius and his wife, without the slightest inhibition
or restraint. Domitius was shocked yet aroused by this
erotic display.
'Baby, all this is making me so horny I am dying to
get screwed.' Agrippina whispered.
He smiled at her and confided: 'I bet Meritus and
Sabina would both love to fuck you too...'
She giggled and said, 'If you don't take care of me
soon I might let them.'
Meritus motioned to Domitius, daring him in a half
serious jest to do the same but Agrippina had rejoined
her husband on the sofa.
Meritus began to caress his wife's breasts in front of
Domitius. In spite of being extremely ill at ease
Agrippina felt herself start to experience mounting
pleasure. She was wet with arousal triggered by the
unusually perverse and exhibitionist nature of
situation. Her husband kissed her as she watched
mesmerised. She distractedly returned his embrace. Both
Agrippina and Domitius's eyes were now totally fixed on
the couple.
Domitius slipped his hand between his wife's legs and
masturbated her while they both watched. In the
meantime, Meritus had decided that he wanted to have
sex there and then. He had lead her over to the couch
and pulled Sabina down onto the sofa with him. She had
had too much to drink and fell sprawling on top of her
husband. She found this very funny and laughed in a
high pitch tone. She giggled and weakly tried to elude
him and pretended to hide herself but only managed to
reveal herself more fully. Finally, he managed to sit
her down and kneeling between her legs, he started to
lick her pussy.
Domitius at this point had unzipped his pants and was
rubbing his own cock the whole time he was watching
this incredible action. It was the hottest thing he had
ever seen in his and my cock was wet with pre-cum. His
wife's skirt was already on the floor leaving her naked
except for panties and her stockings. He moved down and
started kissing and sucking on Agrippina's cunt through
her panties. Domitius caressed his wife's breast's
distractedly.
Agrippina smiled at him and looked over at the couple,
licking her lips. His hand ran over her waist and belly
then down between her legs. His finger dug parted her
panties and dug into her soaked sex. As he kissed her
on the mouth she masturbated herself staring at the
couple, fantasising about Meritus' virile attributes.
Agrippina began to fondle her husband. Domitius left
her panties on and continued to eat her until the
crotch was totally soaked
Sabina groaned, turned to the other couple and invited
them over, suggesting that they copy them. Domitius
watched as Sabina took her husband in her mouth and
vigorously sucked his cock. After a few moments of her
practised ministrations he was as stiff and erect as he
would ever be. Initially her husband had attempted to
turn her over and mount her from behind but she climbed
astride of him and began to ride him fast and firm.
Sabina looked at them and seeing that both Domitius
and Agrippina were watching them mesmerised, she smiled
provocatively and parted her sex lips so that they
could see her husband's long glistening tool going
fully in and out of her wet slit. The gesture was a
sign of perverse friendship and complicity as well as a
sexual mating call. As for Meritus, he didn't seem
perturbed in the slightest that he had dishonoured his
wife before their very eyes in this pure uninhibited
spectacle of liberated debauchery and indecent abandon.
Agrippina felt extremely aroused as she watched the
couple making love next to her. She sucked her husband
hard and impatiently guided him into her damp sleeve,
her hands trembling with eagerness. Domitius laboured
away at her with deep strong strokes but was so aroused
that he quickly came, still panting as he ejaculated
inside her, leaving Agrippina still fully aroused and
sexually unfulfilled. Desperately, Agrippina tried to
suck her husband to get a a new reaction. In the
meantime, Sabina made passionate love thrusting her
hips hard against her husband's stake. Domitius could
not get it up, especially when he noticed that
Agrippina was sucking him without the slightest
conviction or attention, jealously eyeing the other
couple from the corner of her eyes. The blond let out a
cry out with pleasure.
After Sabina had experienced several shattering
orgasms, she climbed off her husband to finish him off
with an oral. Having milked him dry, she stepped over
to Domitius. Without the slightest hesitation, she took
hold of his limp pizzle away from Agrippina. As
naturally as if she had done it a million times she
took over masturbating it.
Sabina wrapped her arm around Domitius's neck and
kissed him. He felt her warm breasts against his chest.
He kissed her soft, red lips and inhaled in her
perfume. She kissed the way men dreamed women might all
kiss, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and it
transported him to second heaven bringing on a monster
erection. He kissed her back, brazenly putting his hand
on her thigh. She instantly uncrossed her legs and took
his hand in hers, placing it squarely on her crotch. He
rubbed her wet and excited pussy. Her hand moved back
to my rapidly swelling cock, rubbing it until it was
felt like it was going to burst.
She broke the kiss and began sucking his piece until
it was hard and fully erect again. She tasted his cum
and Agrippina's juices mixed together, the taste of
which was far better than any expensive wine they had
ever tasted. She pushed him back and sheathed
Domitius's cock in her shaved cunt which was still
awash with her husband's creamy cum. She had purloined
his penis right in front of Domitius's wife, too
stunned to react. As for her husband Meritus, he didn't
seem to mind her impaling herself with the other man's
cock. Instead, he smiled quizzically as her hips thrust
forward and she began to vigorously pump Domitius's
hard meat into her loins, effectively swapping his tool
for her husband's.
When Sabina noticed Agrippina looking over at her
husband's thick erection in envy, she generously
proposed to lend it to her. Domitius looked over at
Meritus. Taking advantage that Domitius's attention had
been momentarily and perhaps purposefully distracted by
his charming and generous wife Sabina, he too had put
his arms about the other man's wife and begun to fondle
and kiss Agrippina. She moaned in audible pleasure as
he toyed with her breasts. She responded lustfully to
his embrace, their tongue exploring each others mouth.
Domitius began to protest at his wife's consenting
behaviour, the way she let him freely have his way,
abandoning her virtue without second thoughts.
He did not like idea of trading his wife, letting her
become this other man's mistress and he tried to sit up
but Sabina clenched him firmly in her depths with
malicious enjoyment and rammed her loins at him. She
stared him straight in the eyes. Her look was intense,
provocative, gleaming with hard carnal lust. He could
see the need in her face. He gripped her body tightly
while she fucked him. He thrust hard at her softness as
he watched his wife helplessly.
With mixed emotions he saw Agrippina fully caught up
in the game fondle and caress Meritus' virility then
suck it until it was thick juicy and ready to use once
more. He was annoyed but not surprised to see them kiss
passionately, open mouthed, giggle, then touch
intimately. Meritus pulled her down to the floor on top
of him with her back against his front. Caressing her
sex shameless, he pulled her hips up toward his and
pushed the head of his cock into her wet pussy. With
one slow, hard push he eased his chunky stem into her
from the rear like a bitch until his balls rested
against her arse. Her red vaginal lips pouted like a
throbbing ripe juicy fruit ready to be opened and
penetrated. He knew that aroused and freed from normal
constraints his wife was now about to commit adultery
and eagerly satisfy her burning desire by fornicating
with her mate.
With her legs over his arms Meritus placed his cock at
the entrance of Domitius's wife's pussy. As Domitius's
hand caressed Sabina's arse and pussy his eyes strayed
up between his wife's legs to see Meritus's hard cock
pressing against her opening. He pushed against her
opening. The eight incher penis oiled with a mixture of
the man's semen and his wife's lustful juices plunged
into Agrippina's spunk filled sleeve, mixing the four
secretions. Agrippina was so hot and wet and had been
so eager to fuck him that his thick cock easily slipped
into her cunt in one motion... it was incredibly
arousing. She arched her back and spread her legs a
little more, then moaned as the head of his cock
slipped into her, his hard cock invading her pussy:
'Oh, God yes!'
He pulled back out and the slid back into her again
just as slowly. She arched her back, rolling her hips
to meet him, moaning even louder.
Domitius was both angry and extremely excited. It was
too late to stop it : his wife had just been fucked by
another man so he might as well just take pleasure
watching her being screwed, in seeing her lustfully
ride him and thrusting her loins at his cock in open
debauchery. As he continued to hungrily enjoy
intercourse with the deliciously sluttish and wanton
Sabina, he noticed that his wife's face was turned
towards him and she too was watching them copulate. The
sight seemed to inspire her for she gripped the pillow
and stuck out her rump and swivelled her groin at her
new boyfriend's thrusting piece. Parting her thighs
with his hands, he plunged deeper into her open rear.
Her breasts swung back and forth as her partner
penetrated her with immoral enjoyment. Sabina wanted to
see her husband fuck Agrippina. She moved up to them
and began to lick Agrippina's clit while her husband
fucked Domitius's wife. Following Sabina's eyes
Domitius looked over at their fucking companions.
Meritus was fucking about two thirds of his cock into
the other's wife and was beginning to pick up speed. As
they watched him fuck Agrippina his cock would slide in
deeper with each thrust. Her breasts bounced with his
strokes and her face was a mixture of pain and
pleasure.
Domitius's eyes travelled down her straining body to
see the cock buried fully inside her. As his cock
emerged from her depths Domitius was amazed that she
was able to accommodate his size. Just as his head
began to emerge he reversed his stroke and plunged back
in. She moaned and pushed her pussy toward him as they
slammed together. Sabina and Domitius were mesmerised
by the intensity they were displaying.
Aroused beyond belief, Domitius rammed his cock into
Sabina's pussy and watched his wife take the guy's big
prick deep up her slit. Her nostrils flared, her mouth
open in wild desire. Like Sabina, she writhed and
squirmed in unison with her lover. Her eyes were
glazed, her mouth open in vulgar wanton lust and her
cunt fully dilated as she arched her back and pleasured
herself on Meritus' pumping virility, letting it go as
far as it could against the stretched walls of her
unchaste womanhood. Domitius had never seen his wife
shake and cry out with ecstasy like that. His tool grow
rigid and stiff then blood-gorged and swollen as he
found himself tremendously aroused.
Agrippina found herself driven to even further
lubricity and abandon by the thought of what she was
doing with her partner, a man who was not her husband.
She had let her lover shove his poker until it had gone
as far and as deep as it could into her now soiled and
promiscuous sleeve. Her lips curled as she winced,
letting out uncharacteristic sharp little whimper each
time he pumped at her. Her nipples were hard and erect,
her body weak with pleasure as she experienced a series
of perversely delicious orgasms that left her
completely exhausted. She cried out with pleasure as
she felt the man come violently in her. His wife's eyes
opened wide as the expanding cock caused her orgasm to
peak.
As he began to shoot his cum into her pussy she
clamped her legs around him holding him deep inside and
they orgasmed together. Tremors of primeval lewd
pleasure ran down her back as his seed aggressed and
invaded the warm cavities of her feminine womanhood,
deep within her loins. She let out a loud moan and
Domitius could see her pussy clutching Meritus's cock
as the pleasure of her orgasm flowed through her.
Domitius felt a kinship with Sabina they watched their
respective mates united in sin, her husband's cock
plunging into Domitius's wife's vagina.
Domitius's cock was pounding into Sabina with an
urgency and desire that he have not felt for a long
time. Her hips began to buck furiously, and she
experienced a strong orgasm came. His eyes locked on
his wife's climaxing body and the feel of Sabina's
climax on his cock got Domitius off like never before.
He ejaculated with such intensity that time stopped.
Sabina was looking at Domitius with a self satisfied
smirk on her face.
The two men spent a few minutes relaxing and catching
their breaths, still buried in their respective
partners. They had disgracefully exchanged wives as if
the women had just been a pair of common vulgar
prostitutes and enjoyed them like pleasure girls on the
make. They had both freely and shamelessly shared their
women. Fully eager and willing, the girls had also been
guilty of having promiscuously partaken in this
debauchery, swapping their husband's cocks and
resulting in their immoral consumption of this sinful
act. They had been dishonoured, their virtues
desecrated by welcoming the unclean pizzles in their
private parts and climaxing with the another other
man's virility sheathed deep inside their flesh. They
had been left stained and unchaste inside like used
sluts in exchange for the obscene salacious
satisfaction of being screwed like filthy bitches.
Agrippina dropped shaking with emotion to the second
man's side, physically and emotionally gorged with the
cock in each hole. Her body was soaked in perspiration.
She snuggled up to Domitius's chest, kissed him briefly
as if to thank him for pimping for her and sharing her
body and whispered that she loved him. Her pupils were
fully dilated and her orifice labia apart.
Now after her total abandon and shamelessly unchaste
promiscuity, she felt wet and sore, violated by the
male parts in her every orifice. Spunk stained, her
furry patch hid the evidence of her guilty juicy
glistening sperm filled quim. His hands caressed her
back, unconsciously passing down over her rump and
feeling the wet sticky spunk oozing from her arse hole
where her new-found admirer had emptied his homage. The
ladies moaned suggestively as the men slid out of them.
Dominus again marvelled at the size of his friend's
still hard cock as it seemed to take forever sliding
out of his wife's pussy.
Agrippina snuggled up to her husband and kissed him
thankfully and whispered that she loved him still as
much: 'Nothing has changed. I still love you like
before. In fact, I do love you more than ever. That's
why I'm being such a tramp. I did it all for you. I
know it turns you on, and it turns me on too. I'm very
happy being married to you. We're both very sexual, and
the freedom to explore our sexuality is one of the
things I love best about our marriage. I know you just
wanted me to have sex, get laid by another man. You
can't blame him for that. He really made him come so
violently on his thick tool that I really took pleasure
from it like crazy. It has been the most fantastically
horny night of my life. Thank you, my love.' She told
him. Her body was soaked in perspiration. She was being
very philosophical for a little slut who had been
fucked to a climax in a public.
Just because she was married didn't mean she was
giving up her freedom to be sexually active and fuck or
be fucked by whomever she fancied. She enjoyed
welcoming large cocks in her juicy pussy. What a
wonderful present her husband had given her! An
experience that fulfilled her innermost secret desires
and fantasies. And he had really been aroused and
enjoyed watching her being screwed by other men. He
really liked it when she behaved like a whore, she
thought with glee. She did feel a small pang of guilt
and remorse but knew she would not hesitate to welcome
her lover once more into her loins. 'That felt awesome.
Can you do it again?' She said to her husband.
After another round, she returned home, shadows around
her eyes, her clothes sticking to her sweet perspiring
body after having been mounted like a bitch.
They went home cuddled together and fell into a deep,
satisfied sleep. The next morning Agrippina was very
embarrassed about what we had done. She just couldn't
believe she had really acted the way she did. Even
more, she couldn't believe she really enjoyed it as
much as she did. Resolved to put this unfortunate
incident behind them and to start afresh, Domitius had
decided to take his wife out to a new Nubian tavern
that was reputed to offer good entertainment and
dancing. He new she would enjoy it and it would be a
change of scenery. Agrippina had dressed really sexily,
with a tight clinging miniskirt and striking make-up.
She told him she had decided to give him what he always
wanted before she changed her mind. Domitius had been
displeased but in the new spirit of détente had not
said anything.
The main hall of the tavern was hot and bustling with
activity.
Within minutes several guys seated a nearby table
began noticing Agrippina. She opened the top two
buttons of her blouse as the atmosphere became warmer
from the mingling bodies. One man in particular was
staring at her without discretion. He couldn't take his
eyes off Agrippina's open blouse. Domitius knew he
could see a full breast and a nipple without being too
obvious about where he was looking. Agrippina knew he
was looking because it took her some time to speak
without blushing and sounding nervous.
Though it was very painful to know how other men had
plain sight of his wife's plump breasts, it also turned
him on like crazy. They talked for some time, and
Domitius got ordered another round. Domitius asked
Agrippina if she was turned in flirting with the guy.
He became even bolder and asked if she would consider
unbuttoning all the way to show him both breasts.
Instead she flashed the guy her sexy 'I'm available'
smile. It worked as Domitius knew it would.
One of the guys approached their table and asked if
Domitius minded if he asked Agrippina for a dance.
Domitius told them to go ahead. After two or three
dances Agrippina returned to the table. Domitius asked
if he had made a pass at her. She replied that he had
told her how good she looked and that he bet she looked
even better without the dress. Agrippina had told him
that she might someday let him see if he was correct.
Domitius was very turned on by this.
'Next time, I want you to flirt more openly and kiss
the guy when you dance with him.' He said with a broken
voice.
'I don't know really, darling. I'm not sure I want to
do that.' She said shaking her head in protest. 'My
dance partner would probably want to get me into bed if
I started to lead him on.'
Domitius felt his erection bursting in his trousers.
The thought seemed to arouse him tremendously and spur
him on even more.
'I know we said never again. Well I've been thinking
about it and well... I enjoyed seeing you with another
man having sex and I can't stop fantasizing about it.'
Said Domitius.
'You do realise,' she replied slowly, 'that if one of
them has sex with me, they'll all expect to have sex
with me? Are you certain that this was what you want?'
He shook his head and told her not to worry. So she
didn't... A few minutes later, they had struck up
conversation with two blacks sitting next to them in
the corner. The two men were both surprisingly handsome
and well muscled and wore simple loin-cloths. They were
truly magnificent specimens. The first man was named
Carlos and he was the taller of the two.
'I wanted to ask your wife to dance, with your
permission,' Carlos casually explained.
Domitius eyed Carlos warily before responding: 'That
is up to Agrippina.'
Agrippina was momentarily stunned by the rapid turn of
events, but thought 'what the hell, its only a dance.'
Grabbing her drink and downing half of it with one
shot, she offered her hand to Carlos and answered:
'Thank you, I would love to dance.'
Domitius watched as Carlos led her to the dance floor
and they started dancing to the soft music.
They had gone up to the dance floor. At first, Carlos
held Agrippina by the hand and waist, but as the couple
continued, Domitius noticed the young stud's hand
moving along his wife's side, lightly caressing her
back, waist and the sweet juncture where tight hips and
waist join. Then they began to dance tightly, she
staring intently into his eyes.
What made this scene so noticeable was that the
handsome young man was very well built, and was very
black. Carlos had run his hands slowly down Domitius's
wife's back and behind and he had begun to knead her
bottom. Domitius didn't make any attempt to stop them,
and he danced her into a darker area. Her husband
watched them closely. Her dress was up at the back and
his hands were on her bum. They danced together and
Domitius became very excited when he saw that the guy's
hands were cupping her bottom and he was kneading her
buttocks as he nuzzled her ear and rubbed his groin
against hers.
She closed her eyes and moved with him, as his big
hand cupped her entire ass-cheek softly but firmly,
briefly pulling her against his body as they danced.
What had been a gentle caress had progressed to a full-
on grope. Domitius' eyes widened as he saw another man
openly caress his wife. His wife had been touched up in
front of him and he had quite plainly accepted it. His
non-objection for letting her get a quick feel up could
lead to things getting a little out of hand.
'They make a good couple, don't they?' Said Carlos's
sidekick.
Domitius was too mesmerised to answer.
She let him fondle her without the slightest concern.
Domitius could see that she was rubbing her breasts
against his chest causing her nipples to get hard and
stick right out against the thin fabric of the dress.
Manoeuvring Agrippina over to a dark he pulled her
against his straining cock, and slowly gyrated to the
music. He bent his head to her mouth and kissed her
firmly. She responded by pulling his closer. They
continued to kiss and Domitius noticed him grinding his
hips in a circular motion against hers.
Domitius guessed that regardless of anything else, the
Negro would be stroking his cock into her before long.
Domitius watched as Agrippina bent over and literally
began to rub her tight arse all around his entire
crotch area. He knew they were just dancing, but the
sight of her huge black friend reach down to grab her
hips with her arse grinding against his crotch made it
look as though he was fucking his wife like she was
some wild bitch in heat. He was positive Agrippina felt
his big black hardened cock press against her inviting
cunt, only making her married snatch that much wetter
with curiosity and lust.
By the look in his eyes Domitius knew he wanted to
fuck her too, he wanted to show his fragile wife what
it felt like to be skewered on a huge black stake.
Noticing that they were hidden from the crowd by
dancers and in poor light and driven by curiosity,
their hands started exploring each other's bodies.
Carlos pulled the hem of her skirt up an inch or two
then slid his hands inside the thin material of her
panties, slowly caressing her naked pussy. He was
actually finger fucking Domitius' wife's bare pussy
while he looked on. Agrippina's hand worked in between
them, she slowly slid her right hand from around Carlos
to the front of his trousers, unbuttoning them, then
working her way inside his boxer shorts to grasp his
big, thick cock.
'Good God, it's huge! So much bigger than my
husband's,' she thought to herself as her hand gripped
the big black cock, stroking it to its full fourteen
inches. She ran her hand up the length of his throbbing
shaft.
Domitius however had spied her put her hand over his
crotch and squeeze him as they pressed close together
and his anger flared for a moment. He saw her stick out
her rump causing her tight skirt to move up her legs
revealingly. Encouraged, Carlos had slipped a hand into
her panties and had begun to touch her even more
intimately.
Domitius did nothing to stop him or intervene as the
black touched up and fondled his wife. Carlos's fingers
were digging into her crack, holding her tightly
against him. Their lips were joined in a sensual kiss,
her arms around his neck, drawing him down. Domitius
just watched, angry and frustrated, toying with his
hard erection. Agrippina obviously appreciated this
treatment as she too did nothing to discourage his
flirtatious attentions and foreplay. When the song was
over she sat down for a drink.
'That was shocking,' whispered Domitius to her.
He discretely felt her sex and discovered that her
cunt was soaking. She looked at him and smiled and
whispered in his ear, 'You told me how much you wanted
to see me kissing another man. Now you have it...'
She told him that the black guy had a really large
cock and had rubbed it against her pussy all the time
they'd danced and that she'd had a small orgasm. All
Domitius could think about was the Negro between his
wife's legs, pumping ebony dong away at her juicy lust
filled slit and filling her with his sperm.
Gambuana, the other black man had also asked her to
dance before she had even had the time to readjust her
skirt and panties. They each took it in turns to have a
dance with her, each pressing themselves close to her,
hands roaming along her hips, around her waist,
stroking her arse cheek and feeling her.
Domitius watched as she danced closely intertwined,
bodies rubbing sensually together. With one leg between
hers, Gambuana had slipped his hand under her clothes
and caressed her breasts and her body, touching her all
over. Domitius had never seen his wife in such an
intense state of troubled excitement.
He kept rubbing his hard, stiff cock against her tummy
whilst Agrippina responded by giggling and whispering
in the mans' ear, her fingers intertwined around the
back of their necks, swaying in time with the playing
music. They had playfully touched each other and she
had not protested when he had become more intimate with
her. She had laughed loudly, smiled and joked, she who
was usually so reserved. The black man kept whispering
in her ear. Domitius heard them talking softly, but
couldn't make out most of the words. He did hear
Aggripina say: 'I couldn't do that! I'm married and
besides Domitius is sitting right over there.'
He argued with her persuasively but she told him she
still couldn't even think about it. She had never done
anything like that ever. I was convinced that they were
making plans to take turns to fuck her.
When the music had stopped, she popped back to fetch
Carlos and the three of them started to dance to the
next number. Soon Aggripina was dancing between the two
black men. They were so close together, you could
barely see Aggripina. Domitius could just see each of
his wife's hands on each of the guy's crotches. Then
Agrippina turned and put an arm around each guy. Then
she slowly twisted down so her face was level to their
crotches. Each negro leaned towards her as if they had
their dicks in her mouth.
She came back up and the blacks closed back in on her.
Domitius watched as Carlos played with her pussy, while
the other grabbed her tits. When they left the dance
floor, everyone in the club knew what was going to
happen. They came back and she had sat down between the
two black giants instead of next to her husband. He
noticed the Carlos's hand had strayed to her leg,
rubbing the black nylon above her knee. Domitius didn't
know what to say or where to look. Before his eyes,
Carlos slid Domitius's wife's skirt up until her
stocking tops were exposed. Domitius glanced from her
legs to his face, watching the reaction.
Domitius looked at her annoyed and perplexed as she
teased and flirted first and exchanged kisses open-
mouthed, letting them grope her before him. As they
continued kissing, their tongues danced in each others
mouth and their legs became unfolded. He was sure she
was damp between the legs with lewd desire. She was
allowing them to feel the soft skin of her bare sides
and breasts that her high-cut top was exposing. When he
heard Agrippina sigh, he wasn't sure if it was from
what he was doing to her, or what she guessed hanging
from the guys crotch. He was almost physically sick
when he noticed the black guy had his hand between his
legs and his wife was squirming in her seat.
She was always wet after teasing, but this time it was
something else! Maybe because her partner was there to
watch her. She went up to her husband and kissed him on
the lips. He kissed her back and slipped a hand into
her panties to feel her. Her panties were literally
soaked, something her husband had never felt before.
His fingers slipped into her pussy like it was coated
with K-Y jelly and he could tell she was quite swollen
down there. This got him very excited because he had
tried for years to get her to fuck someone else while
he watched and had only managed it recently. Now here
she was, aroused like hell once more. As he slid first
two, then three, then four fingers in her willing hole,
he said, 'Why don't you go back and invite them to our
place?' He found himself saying, deliberately looking
at Carlos. He smiled wickedly and pulled his wife's
skirt up.
Her eyes widened. She immediately said, 'You realize
that these guys want to fuck me. Do you want to watch
that? Should I let them?'
But her pussy was; he continued to press her.
'Your pussy has never been this wet before, I know
you'd like to ... why don't you?' He asked again.
She giggled and said, 'They really are cute... but I
don't think I should fuck them both... you know I don't
want to do that... besides, it might not feel right.'
Her husband responded by asking her: 'Have you ever had
a real fuck that didn't feel good?'
She said, 'No...'
'Are you sure you wouldn't be mad?' She asked, and he
knew she wanted these guys dicks.
'No, I don't know why, but I've wanted to watch you
fuck with two men for years....'
'Okay.' She said, too quickly.
Angry and upset with himself, Domitius pursed his
lips. It was warm and humid outside. All the way back
to their house, Agrippina had continued to flirt with
the two men taking no notice of her husband's
displeasure. It was as if he did not even exist. When
they got home they stood out on the balcony for a while
and Domitius went to fix them drinks. When he returned,
all three of them were standing on the balcony facing
out. Agrippina was in the middle and the two guys were
standing on either side of her... close... closer than
was necessary.
They were both standing so close that their bodies
were rubbing up against hers. The guys each had one
hand on her back and quickly moved their hands down to
her. They quickly moved a step away from her and
dropped their hands to their sides when they saw him
come. Domitius walked out onto the balcony and handed
them their drinks. They all sat down in these lounge
chairs and starting talking. Agrippina and her husband
were sitting on one side of the balcony, and the guys
were sitting on the other. The lounge chairs were the
long kind, and Agrippina couldn't really sit properly
on them in her dress. She said that she had to go
inside to change.
Pretty soon, Agrippina came back outside wearing her
nightgown. This nightgown is one of those long T-shirt
kind of things. The only thing is... It isn't really as
long as it is supposed to be... she accidentally bought
it a size too small, and it exposed quite a bit of her
legs and was really tight around her tits.
From a nearby house, music began to play. Gambuana
took her in his arms first and began a long kiss that
seemed to go on forever. Agrippina seemed to melt up
against his chest as she obviously enjoyed it very
much. After a few minutes Carlos tapped Gambuana on the
shoulder and 'cut in.' Gambuana reluctantly gave
Agrippina up as she turned to Carlos and started to
kiss him with the same relish she had Gambuana.
Domitius noticed as Gambuana watched he was rubbing the
bulge in his pants. After a few minutes he saw him
slide his zipper down and fish his cock out of the fly.
Although it was dim in the room could tell that he
certainly that the dick was massive dick. He was
rubbing his foreskin up and down as he watched
Agrippina and Carlos.
Finally he tapped Carlos on the shoulder and 'took
over.' This time as the kissing progress he took
Agrippina's hand and pushed it down on his lap.
Domitius heard an audible gasp from Agrippina as her
hand discovered the bare flesh rod sticking out of
Gambuana's pants. Although her surprise was obvious,
she didn't remove her hand from his lap. They continued
to kiss and Domitius noticed that Agrippina's arm was
moving up and down ever so slightly. She was 'jacking
his cock!' ever so softly. By now Carlos had also
realized what was going and pulled his cock from his
pants.
Carlos released his heavy throbbing erection from its
tight bulging loincloth exposing a huge ding dong
dangling between his legs hanging halfway down his
ebony thighs on his magnificent black body. Because he
was black his cock was only a shadow in the dim light,
but its size and shape were readily apparent. If
anything his was even longer than Gambuana's. Both
blacks were extremely well endowed. It was incredible.
The guys were both sporting massive erections: What
proud instruments! Truly, they were hung like a horse.
Agrippina's eyes went wide and she had licked her lips
nervously as she stared at the pizzle transfixed. She
was looking forward to his cock. Domitius read the
shameless desire and carnal craving in her eyes as
quivering, she greedily bent forward. Their cocks were
magnificent, and Domitius's could not tear his eyes
away from them. They looked incredible, swaying as the
men moved closer. Agrippina saw her husband looking
enviously at the black men.
Gambuana's knob head, which had been hidden under his
foreskin, had fully pushed itself from its covering.
Agrippina grasped her husband's and blurted out: 'Oh my
God, look at him, just look at him!'
Her eyes were transfixed on that huge cock.
'I want you to enjoy seeing these men fuck me but I
don't want you to join in any way. Okay?' She told her
husband.
'Yes,' he groaned.
A tremor of wild excitement had run down her back and
she had felt hot and flushed. Pupils dilated, she had
run her hands over their hard lean bodies and a tremor
flowed down her back.
Domitius sat in a chair just two-three feet from the
action, wanting to see her getting fucked close-up.
Gambuana, the darker and shorter of the two, embraced
Domitius's wife. The two of them began licking each
other's tongues, sliding against each other. Rubbing.
Her breasts were kneaded and the nipples sucked. They
caressed her all over her body, repeatedly assaulting
her breasts, pressing, pinching, avid mouths sucking
and licking. She rubbed her body against theirs like a
hungry bitch.
Gambuana planted his lips on hers and gave her the
kind of kiss that made her knees go weak. They were
both moaning as their tongues intertwined and she
curled her legs against his. She began running her
finger over the shaft feeling the shape of his hard
erection. She moved her legs apart and Carlos began to
gently fuck her with one finger. She stopped kissing
the other nigger and began to kiss Carlos while he
finger fucked her.
Domitius's heart was racing a mile a minute as he
watched the scene unfold in front of him. A part of him
was screaming to stop them and another part wanted it
to never end. He sat paralyzed watching the three of
them in their intimate embraces. Although the mixed
feelings were rampant in his mind, his cock had no
doubts. As always it had its own mind and was hard as a
rock.
She was really getting hot by now as you can well
imagine and she reached over and grabbed Gambuana's
hard cock. She decided she had to have that monster
inside of her or die trying. 'I want to fuck it,' she
thought, 'but I'm scared.' Seeing her intensely
troubled state, aroused Domitius too. She so wanted to
serve that black bone, he thought angrily.
'Take him into your mouth!' Commanded Domitius with a
broken hoarse tone of voice. A fantastic surge of
exhilaration raced through her body. Her husband was
offering her the gift of this magnificent thick
virility. The bonds with straining her were suddenly
released. She was in heaven. She looked first at her
husband with gratitude and distaste, then at the Negro.
Mesmerised, as if reluctant to break the spell her eyes
followed his every move.
Taking her firmly by the shoulder, Domitius directed
her to kneel before the man as if in homage to the
power of his manhood. She stared the black man in the
eyes as he rubbed the head of the magnificent horse-
cock over her lips like a snake charmer, as if to
encourage her.
'Go on, suck his cock if that's what you want. Let him
use your mouth as a cunt, like a filthy slut.' Grunted
Domitius pushing her forward, guiding the man's cock
towards her hungry mouth.
Licking her lips nervously, Agrippina had eagerly and
shamelessly taken the bloated black penis into her
mouth, gobbling it up. She had begun to suck it, taking
it deep right up to the back of her throat as her head
moved up and down the long glistening black shaft, her
red lips leaving marks on his stem. She who would
hardly suck her husband, she who would never take him
deep into her throat was sucking him as she had never
sucked her husband before, avidly giving this mere
acquaintance a deep throat blow job.
She had to curl her tongue to cover as much area of
his dick as she could while he pumped her mouth just as
he would her cunt. He began with short strokes, only
allowing the tip of his head to enter her mouth, then
pushing deeper into her throat while she sucked him for
all that he was worth. He was pumping deeper into her
mouth while she sucked him harder with each stroke. She
looked up longingly at the black man as she quietly
sucked him like a whore until he was hard and fully
deployed. Her eyes shone brightly, pupils dilated with
immoral thoughts.
Domitius felt his own cock grow even thicker and hard
as he took perverse enjoyment watching his horny wife
being fucked in the mouth by the black cock. He felt
his manhood swell with overwhelming desire to take her
now, on the spot, while she still had the other man's
virility in her mouth.
He imagined himself positioning himself behind her,
lifting Agrippina's skirt up and bunching it around her
hips. Then carefully slipping her panties down her bum
until they were around her knees, rubbing his cock
against her pussy lips as she sucked the nigger's cock
with great strength. He would insert his stiff thick
cock between her coarse hairs and into her tight cunt
and begin pumping only the head as it sank into her
sleeve wet with forbidden desire. She would close her
eyes and maybe suck harder, spurred on by her husbands'
penetrations in her indecent state of sheer shameful
abandonment. He would accelerate his movements and pump
harder at her rear in spite of himself. He visualised
her jamming her eyes shut, her head sliding quickly up
and down the man's cock, taking it deep into her throat
as she enjoyed being shafted on the double stake.
'Suck it hard, take it deep into your throat, you
little tart! Go on and swallow it all,' he groaned.
Holding his cock in his hand he moved forward and
rubbed his marked cock-head against her sticky
entrance. The other black stepped in front of him
menacingly. Putting his arm forward to stop him, the
Negro whispered firmly: 'No man, she doesn't need you
now. She's getting a good fuck on a big nigger banana.
My friend is giving her real wild animal pizzle for a
change. Look how she loves it. You've trained her to
suck other men's cocks well.'
He stepped back, startled, extremely frustrated, angry
and aroused. The situation was explosive. He wanted to
take her and he wanted her to stop but seeing his wife
squirm in pure lust from her wanton fornication made
him hesitate and submissively give in. He knew that as
he was encouraging her through his unwilling
participation in this indecent act and because of him
it was likely that she would now copulate with these
two strangers.
She was already panting avidly, her breathing was
irregular, heavy and she was letting out little
whimpers of pleasure. She began licking the man's cock
all over from tip to stem to base in a wild frenzy, a
mad desire for even further promiscuous intercourse and
carnal satisfaction. Carlos couldn't wait his turn. Her
tongue and hands ran all over the tool in a ritual of
sexual abasement and he saw her cheeks hollow and puff
as she sucked him.
Domitius found it enjoyable for him to watch her suck
that ten inch, deeply black cock sticky cum coated cock
to the point where the nigger shot a load of cum that
could fill a shot glass right into her mouth. She only
swallowing the massive amount of come after opening her
mouth wide enough for her husband to see the thick
white juice from the black cock coat run over the
pinkness of her tongue and dribble out the corners of
her mouth.
Turning to Gambuana, she had then taken him in turn
into her mouth and administered the same treatment to
him. Seeing her grovel and suck their cocks in
adoration and desire made Domitius ache to take her. He
failed the courage to move.
'Do you want me to fuck you now?' Carlos questioned.
In response she put her right leg up on the chair, her
left leg spread out and firmly planted on the floor.
Her cunt was wide open and moist. Carlos moved in and
Domitius saw him reach in front of his body and adjust
his cock to the opening to Agrippina's pussy. This was
it! In a moment everything would change in our lives.
There was no stopping Carlos. He pushed and his cock
head rammed through the resisting muscles of Domitius'
wife's pussy opening as he put his 10 inch cock into
her pussy, grabbed her arse and began his
pumping.Agrippina smiled at her husband but said
nothing.
Carlos was standing there, his legs together, fucking
his wife. She with one leg on that chair, got the full
length of his cock in her and started moaning. He
pumped faster. The bodies were slapping together, the
dark cock going in and out of her at a speed only an
athlete could accomplish. Agrippina's cunt was dripping
moisture on the floor, moistening Carlos's cock shinny
black. Every inch of him was getting inside her with
each thrust. Dark hands on jutting huge white breasts,
moving lower to small-of back.
'That huge cock vanishing up my wife's cunt should
reach her belly,' thought Domitius. 'For such a thin
woman, how can she take so much cock?'
Gambuana was sitting back as he watched his friend
bang her. He was pulling his meat as he observed how
Agrippina was reacting to her first black cock.
'Hurry up' Gambuana told Carlos ' I want to dump my
load into her pussy too.'
Carlos grunted. Finally, Carlos said, 'I'm cumming
now.'
After a few moments Agrippina started what was to be
the first of many orgasms that night. As it hit her
Carlos was almost thrown off, but he managed to keep
connected as he kept up a long and steady pumping of
her pussy hole. Agrippina took her leg off the chair
and pulled Carlos, cock still inside her, over to the
bed.
'Shoot it deep inside me,' she moaned to Carlos, now
on top of her, in the two of them in the missionary
position. But Carlos had other thoughts. He extracted
his tool and made her turn around kneeling with her
bottom facing her husband's frustrated pole and
presenting the flower of her bottom to her prize black
stallion. Moving behind her quim and holding his heavy
tool in one hand, Carlos had made her lift up her
bottom slightly, part her thighs with one finger and
had proceeded to lubricate her arse hole with his spunk
and saliva.
Domitius watched with morbid fascination as the Negro
prepared to deflower his wife before his very eyes in
the same way he would one of his black bitches.
Domitius knew with cold certainty that his wife was
going to commit adultery in the most filthy and
degrading of ways, that the black man was going to fill
her arse with his giant penis. He said nothing. 'Come
here, my horny bitch,' he said affectionately. 'I've
already cum in your cunt and down your throat. Now it's
time for you to feel my cock up your ass!'
'Oh God John, it's too big for my ass. Please don't
fuck me there! You are so well endowed,' she had said.
'You won't hurt me, will you?'
'Don't worry, you will like it and get used to it,' he
had laughed.
She got into position as she begged him not to, and he
moved in tight between her legs. Domitius watched as
his cock began to press into her asshole, knowing full
well that his cock was about to fuck the tightest of
her holes yet. It was real tight when her husband
fucked her, so he knew she was going to feel some pain
while he fucked her. I also knew that she fully enjoyed
it and would cum from being ass fucked just as much as
she did when her cunt was filled with his cock.
Before Domitius could so much as say a word of protest
the Negro mounted her. He placed just the head of his
cock on her bottom and began to rub it up and down
gently. He parted her wet rubbery sex-lips with his
fingers and then eased his black lance inch by inch
into her rectum. She felt every inch of him slide into
her deeper and deeper, ever so slowly. Finally, just
when she thought that she could take no more, he was
all the way inside her. The huge black cock entered
Domitius' wife's bare white hole, splitting her open
and sinking all the way in.
Agrippina gasped and squealed like a female pig with
ecstasy and pain as Carlos' enormous long black
instrument drove between her tight buttocks. She
squirmed as he started to push more and more of his
cock into her then she moaned from deep in her throat.
Clutching desperately onto her other lover's sex and
sucking hard in delight, she had begun to thrust her
thighs in unison with the strong strokes as if to take
the poker further and harder into her.
The feeling of this stranger's cock in her anus had an
electrifying effect. Whereas before she had moved
automatically to the rhythm of her husband, she now
groaned with bliss, ground her hips with passion and
vigour and rubbed her clitoris desperately to make
herself come like a whore. The nigger slammed into her
with every stroke, burying himself to the balls. He
began pumping into her, telling her how great it felt
fucking his first white woman.
This animal coupling, this obscene sacrifice of turpid
fornication made her want to experience repeated bliss.
She continued to suck black cock while she was being
sodomised. The black man had grabbed her by the breasts
and was pumping at her anus fast like a locomotive,
mumbling to himself. The smell of her own vaginal
secretions was mingling with the tangy, acid scent of
the black man's wildly pistoning cock.
Her husband groaned: His hungry slut wife was
encouraging him and relishing in each stroke of her
lovers chunky piece of manhood. She let out further
little squeals of delight and ground her hips hard as
she took her pleasure on his solid column of greasy
flesh.
Carlos stopped kneading her bosom. Taking firm grip of
her breasts, he forced her to bend her magnificent body
over until he reached the point of no return and shot
his hot African sperm up her arse with a drawn out
groan, still holding her firmly against him, filling
her arse with his semen and juice.
When Carlos had finished sodomising Domitius's wife,
his friend withdrew from Agrippina's mouth and they
swapped places so that Gambuana could work her arse
too. Gambuana didn't waste any time. She was slick at
this point from other's spunk but he was much wider
than his friend. She could tell it straight away when
he began to push. Domitius heard Agrippina take a deep
breath. She said, 'Oh! It's too big!'
Gambuana didn't even answer as he began to push even
harder. With an audible pop his cock head went in.
Agrippina let out a low growl as she felt it invaded
her love tunnel. Big or not, she obviously wanted more.
With one last plunge Gambuana sank his thick member to
the hilt. Domitius heard Agrippina's breath whoosh from
her body as his weight came down onto her arse.
'Oh God!! You feel good,' she said.
A poignant smell of African body sweat, sperm and
female musk filled the air mixed with the distinctive
smell of anal sex. Domitius masturbated as he watched
Agrippina, her eyes half-closed, her mouth opened in
ecstasy, her lips wincing as she panted and groaned.
Totally freed from her inhibitions, only one thought
obsessed her - come over and over again like a
promiscuous slut. She was so desirable he could not
help kissing her on the mouth.
She responded to him gluttonously and he tasted the
wildness and the wanton lust on her lips and in her
saliva. As his tongue made forays into her mouth and
licked around her lips, his hands reached down under
her body to her sex, caressed her and encircled the
thrusting black cock as it screwed her. This was too
much: She climaxed as her husband rubbed her clitoris
and masturbated her cunt forcing her to come repeatedly
with her lover's ebony lance thrust into her tight
little rectum. Domitius stepped back, satisfied but
still extremely frustrated and aroused, letting
Gambuana continue working her sore bottom.
The other black man, Carlos, his vitality returned,
joined her. While Gambuana's penis slipped between the
cheeks of her bottom, caressing her cleft from behind,
Carlos pressed for access against her clitoris in the
front. He entered her and she took every inch of his
hard dirty cock inside her warm sheath. They rocked her
back and forth between them. She could feel Carlos
stretching the walls of her cunt, so tight it filled
her.
The two black men had taken her in a love burger. Her
cunt creamed as the juicy filling was packed into the
human sandwich. The traded places every now and again,
switching holes to keep her bursting with foreign black
cock. The two men insisted on swapping so often she
lost track of whose rod she had up her arse or in her
cunt, often emptying their balls into her. Domitius
wanked himself off as he watched his wife having sex
with the two men.
Agrippina had clung onto them, holding them by their
firm bottoms to keep their big pieces in her. Agrippina
had groaned with sheer promiscuous bliss as she had
enjoyed the homage of the two men, adoringly receiving
their two gigantic black rods in both her cunt and arse
at the same time. She was being fucked and sodomised at
the same time. Her eyes glazed as the first man held
her rump and delightfully pumped her arsehole.
They were transforming her into a wanton female slut
and she no longer cared. She did not want it to stop,
ever. They were so hard and vibrant with life. She
wanted it to go on, so she had indiscriminately turned
from one to the other in this formidable coupling of
primitive bodies. She wanted to fornicate until she was
too weak to stand, She wanted to feel their male
vitality flow into her body. She wanted to be immoral,
dirty and abused. She did not mind being desecrated and
humiliated and turned into a creature of pleasure. In
that instant she had craved it with her whole being.
They had made Agrippina come repeatedly, experiencing,
enjoying and crying out with unchaste satisfaction.
Carlos emptied his burning sperm into Domitius wife's
cunt, jerking violently and filling her guts with his
spirit. The three body juices mingled and they came,
producing unbelievable quantities of sperm. At one
time, they even came deep in two of her holes at once.
She dutifully and greedily welcomed them into all three
of her holes with humiliation, degrading and soiling
her body in front of her husband.
Submissively, she had let them reshape her flesh and
use and abuse her fully, over and over again, in every
most desecrating and obscene manner until she was left
sore, breathless, tired, burning and totally full
satiated by their sperm. She had fallen into a pit of
wanton depravity but she felt nothing except the
fullness of her sperm-laden belly, the warm glow of
satisfaction that had eluded her all these years. With
a nasty smirk, Gambuana had then suddenly walked up to
Domitius, grasped Domitius by the head and forced him
to kneel down before him and suck his glistening black
rod.
'Suck, slave! Suck it like your wife. You are my
philly now. I will take you too and make you a woman
bitch like her. That's right, lick her juices off my
bone.'
He had whispered something to Agrippina who had
smirked and disappeared into the next room. She came
back a few moments later carrying some of her sexy
clothes and underwear.
'Put them on, transvestite, so we can make you a woman
and fuck your arse.' Commanded Gambuana.
Agrippina had helped him dress up in hold-up black
stockings, panties, garters, high heels, and a short
black teddy. Finally to crown it, she handed me a
women's wig and said, 'Put this on if you want. But I
know you will be very sexy with it, darling.' Leading
him over to the mirror he stared at the transformation.
It was staggering. There before his eyes stood a new
delicious prostitute. Agrippina liked the result. She
rubbed herself against her husband, aroused and kept
calling him her ' Teresa .' They kissed open mouthed
like lesbians and she pumped his cock until it was
hard. Dressed in his tight short skirt and clinging top
Domitius felt he would make any man or woman cream with
desire.
'You have the figure of a woman,' she concluded with a
salacious smirk of disdain and excitement. 'You will be
my lesbian slave. You are a lovely girl, Teresa. You
are so different. Are you a bitch?'
Agrippina began to fantasise and invent a story about
how he liked being a slut. She told him that they had
met in a bar and that he had proposed to have sex with
her. She asked him if he was a lesbian and he had told
her he was. That he was a slut, a whore and liked to
have sex with her. She was very excited.
Agrippina fixed a dildo to her suspender belt and
asked Domitius to show her his cock. She looked at the
penis pretending it was a dildo too: 'It is lovely.
Big, firm and long. Where did you buy it? In a sex
shop? I would like one like that too.'
Agrippina's hands caressed up and down the silky
material and she could feel his muscular back through
it. She ran her hands down his back, over his tight
cheeks, and undid the snap at the bottom of the teddy.
She wet a finger and ran it around his ass hole.
To begin with, the Negro pointed to Domitius's wife
and commanded him to fuck his wife hard kneeling like a
dog, maybe because she was aroused and he wanted him to
degrade and punish her.
Domitius climbed on top of her trembling, hungry like
a dog in heat with carnal desire, he wanted to pump
this little slut until her cunt began to ache with
indecent pleasure. He wanted to see her screw her eyes
tight and clench her teeth, her face distorted with
pure perverse enjoyment. Instead, he begun to poorly
pump her sex. Observing his weak performance however
seemed to arouse the black man's wrath.
Agrippina asked him to finger her and suck the dildo.
He refused at first, but he loved her so he obliged. He
felt funny doing this, but she was wetter than ever
before. The black directed her to use the dildo on her
husband. It was time to mount this new lesbian filly
Teresa and stick her own dildo in that virgin arse hole
to punish her in female way. He felt Agrippina move
behind him. She kissed and bit his ear and her female
nails lightly laboured his back. She knelt up behind
him and rubbed her newly acquired cock up and down his
bottom probing the head in and out on each pass. She
began to fondle his arse and poke her index in. Her
tongue flicked into his anus.
He felt her ascending his back and looked behind only
to see his attractive strong domineering female dressed
in her black suspenders and stockings and firmly
holding her artificial tool cock in one hand like a
male, cock her leg and prod the orifice to work it open
and to try to insert her pizzle into his anus. Domitius
was her lesbian female toy and she would have her way
with him. The sight of his parted stockinged thighs and
the virgin arse hole made Agrippina flush with the
desire to degrade and humiliate her husband as the
black men had done to her. She wanted to stick her
stiff tool into his open quim and take her pleasure
from his body like a man. Trembling with excitement,
eyes troubled, she rubbed the tip around the tight
entrance to prepare him to receive her cock.
Agrippina made her husband bend forward so that she
could reach is bottom with her penis. Part of him
wanted to stop her. He was frightened, outraged and
worried. The other part of him cried out for her to
abuse his body, to rape his arse and break his scrotum,
to possess and desecrate him fully like a woman, to
make him her filly. He creamed as he imagined her
female body straddling him like a woman and impaling
that cock as far as she could screw it into his arse.
The dildo pushed up against her own pubic area and got
her hot, so she kept poking and pushing. Holding the
rubber penis over his buttocks she waited for him to
raise himself to thump into her again then pushed the
rubber penis inside his buttocks. Eventually the tip
went in and Domitius rocked back a little to help the
process. As if hypnotised, Domitius watched the long
thick dildo slowly move into his rectum. It slid in
ever so slowly, but Agrippina liked being on this end
of the fuck for once. She watched as she screwed him
and began to really get into it.
Domitius could hardly believe his eyes. Here was his
wife screwing him dressed in drag with a strapped on
dildo. Agrippina gripped his waist firmly, panting with
desire, and bit his shoulder as she thrust her dildo at
his tight bottom. She seemed to relish it. He felt the
crown of the hard tool already pushing and working into
his arse as he jerked desperately to escape. Her lips
curled in a triumphant and arrogant smile as she sank
into her deepest turpitude and vice and desecrate and
defile her women. His own pecker stood at attention,
and he began to wonder just what would be in store for
him.
In that moment he could have thrust his buttocks
either way. Either to flee or to welcome that
conquering tool into him. She pressed in only the head
and it felt as it was the whole thing. He submitted to
her perversion and the terrible prick burst through the
virgin hole of his arse and he had let out a sharp cry
as she had defiled and fucked him like a male whore. He
felt her breath on his back. He let out a half
suppressed cry as she pushed the instrument even
further up his arse. He was really getting turned on.
After he moaned a little she SHOVED it all the way to
the hilt because he felt her thighs slap his ass. He
felt her large cock bottom out in his ass. Domitius
screamed in ecstasy as she held it deep for a few
moments. She remained planted deep in his backside for
a moment until she drove harder to deepen the phallus
in her catamite. He pounded at her furiously, the pain
spurring his desire.
She withdrew, revealing a wide open hole, then
suddenly plunged the penis in and out of him. He cried
out in pain and ecstasy but Agrippina watched on with
cruel pleasure. Agrippina answered every cry with
another penetration. A slight smirk appeared on her
curved lips, blush coloring her lovely face. His bottom
was red, inflamed, burning but he did not attempt to
stop her. Since he was enjoying it and feeling his
stiff erection move in and out of her, trembling, she
began to really sodomise him. He passively received the
insistent assaults of the plastic penis without a
complaint until he came violently in her, speared by
the stake.
The pain turned to pleasure and he encouraged her to
mount him hard like a stray bitch in heat. He wanted
her to take away his manhood and control. He longed to
feel that immoral turpitude sinfully corrupting him
like a worm from within and soiling his soul with her
vice. Agrippina finally slowed down her humping and
simulated having an ejaculation with a few final deep
thrusts up Domitius's greased up ass. She pulled out
and rolled over onto her back the way she figured a man
would after some great sex. Her 'tool' though had not
gone limp, and still stood straight up.
'Kneel!' He was forced to kneel before the black man.
The cock was enormous. Domitius could not take it all
in his mouth. Laughing, Gambuana had then bend over as
he had made his wife do earlier.
'Take him, my love.' He had said to Agrippina.
She had taken hold of the long black erection as if it
were the dildo and pushed it into his anus. They had
fully sodomised him, making him cry with pain and
pleasure like a female bitch. Domitius's wife assisted,
a disdainful smirk of curiosity, amusement, arousal and
disgust as her husband served as their proxy pleasure
toy.
Gambuana had laughed as Domitius had cried out with
pain for him to stop. Taking no heed, he had pushed him
down firmly and continued to pump him until Domitius
felt he was going to die. Seeing her husband's body
used and abused in such a degrading manner perversely
aroused Agrippina however. She pushed and encouraged
the ebony bone as it moved in and out of the arse.
Carlos had whispered something in her ear and she had
slowly knelt down beside her husband and taking his
limp cock, had wickedly begun to masturbate him firmly
it so that he would enjoy being arse fucked against his
will. They had then turned him around as if a woman and
his wife had pulled off the dildo and climbed astride,
sitting on his face, smothering him with her strong
musk scent. He was drowned in her spunk filled pussy
and he tasted where the man had driven his bone into
her wild little feminine animal.
He began to gently eat her pussy.
'Can you taste his cum?' She asked.
'Can I? He must have pumped you full...' He grunted.
'Suck it! Drink it all down! Swallow it!' Were her
orders.
Domitius slurped away at her cunt and swallowed this
young black man's spunk. He was drowning in it as it
oozed from her cunt. She started wanking his cock. Only
a few moments before her pussy had sheathed the black
men's cock and it was still frothing with their spunk.
She made him suck her. Domitius inhaled her promiscuous
odour mixed with strong overtones of black spunk with
ecstasy as he gripped her tightly, smelling and feeling
her sex.
She placed her legs over his shoulders and round his
neck, smothering him in her sex.
As the big black banana thrust in and out of his arse,
she forced him to grow hard by making him lick and
swallow her lover's spunk still soaking and dribbling
from her sleeve. He was just another female whore for
her lover to use and enjoy. She had caused him to enjoy
his disgusting humiliation and defilement as she had
done by making sure he was aroused. She pasted her
pussy against his face, gyrated her hips and ground
furiously to arouse him while reaching over his back
and pulling open his thighs. The big black cock worked
in more furiously and deeper than before.
Agrippina suddenly turned around on his face giving
him her bottom to lick instead. His tongue fluttered
over her arse hole desperately. He jerked wildly as he
came devouring his wife's dirty anus. As he ejaculated,
so did the black in his arse.
Gambuana had then made him suck his dick fully, empty
him and dutifully swallow his sperm. He had been
impressed by the size of the instrument and the sheer
amount of sperm it seemed to contain.
***
They saw much of the black couple over the next few
months. The two men would drop by and borrow Agrippina
and or use Domitius. Sometimes they would use her
there, sometimes they would take her to a party either
with or without her husband where they and their
friends would fuck her brains out and use her body,
sending her back bruised and abused but numb with
sexual pleasure. At times they just took her there in
front of her husband and then mounted Domitius
afterwards.
Gambuana would climb on him and mount him on all
fours, sodomising him until the black man came in his
arse with a guttural cry. Later, Agrippina had
suggested that to enhance their sex life further she
also strike up casual relationships with other men and
relate the sexual act to him explicitly after each
incident. He had agreed and so, twice a week, through
chance encounters she had sex with other men then told
her husband the details as they made love subsequently.
Domitius had encountered Carol and Marcus Scipio
through Meritus' network. They had soon been invited
over. Marcus's wife Carol had answered the door. She
was clad only in a short cloth robe and she wore white
lace stockings and white bikini pants. Her robe was not
pulled tightly around her and when she leaned forward
Domitius could see the nipples on her beautiful
breasts. She invited them into the living room where
Marcus was sitting also in a robe. Domitius had the
feeling that he had nothing on underneath.
They started discussing the latest gossip in the City
and joked about Messalina. At one point Marcus
uncrossed his legs and his robe fell partially open
revealing the sight of a beautiful huge cock that was
semi erect. Carol was sitting beside Agrippina and
Domitius noticed that as she talked she would
occasionally put her hand on Agrippina's leg and stroke
upwards towards her groin. Domitius could tell that his
wife was getting excited. He wondered what the couple
had in mind.
Marcus was close to Agrippina now, and spending more
and more attention on her. She warmed up to his
undisguised interest. It looked innocent enough at
first until Domitius noticed that their hands weren't
in sight all the time. It was obvious that they were
fondling each other when they thought no one was
watching. As they spoke, he saw Marcus calmly open his
legs further and move his hand down to stroke his cock.
Carol asked Domitius if what he saw bothered him.
'Frankly, yes it does. But at the same time seeing the
two of you ready like that is a tremendous turn on.' He
admitted.
'Would you mind if your wife spent the night with
Marcus? Oh, of course I would be spending the night
with you.' She said, breaking into a laugh.
Domitius put his arm around her shoulders and pulled
her closer; her lovely lips were so close, it was as
though their faces were attracted to each other
magnetically. They kissed gently, their tongues
exploring each other's warm mouths
Agrippina seemed hot and flushed. Marcus whispered
something in her ear and she giggled. The two couple
began to flirt more openly, touching and groping
discretely their partner. Domitius began to kiss Carol
while she ran her hands over him and gently squeezed
his virility. He touched her more intimately whenever
he thought no one was watching. Looking towards his
wife, he saw her kissing open mouth with Marcus while
he cupped her breasts without regard for what anyone
might see. You could actually feel the lust between
growing.
Flinging back his robe to bare all, Marcus put his
hand on Agrippina's breast and started pinching her
nipples through the top. She moved up close to him and
proceeded to shove her tongue down his throat. Marcus
managed to pull her top completely down and exposed the
most beautiful breasts Marcus had ever seen. Not large,
but definitely ample, a slight droop and large nipples
that were standing almost straight out.
He immediately moved down to get a taste of them.
Meantime, Agrippina had taken his huge freed cock and
kneeling between his legs, she began rubbing it lightly
with her long fingers. She took his wonderful
instrument between her lips and then began to suck him
with a passion. She saw his eyes close and for a moment
she became worried that he may come too quickly as he
was in such an intense state of arousal. From feeding
her his cock he began to fuck Agrippina's mouth in
earnest. Agrippina had Marcus's cock in her mouth and
was moving back and forth from the shaft to his balls.
His cock was glistening in what little light there
was. Carol was amazed at the curious mix of feelings
she experienced as she watched her husband fingering
Agrippina's cunt while he nuzzled her neck. In a way,
she was mad at her husband for the obvious desire he
felt for the hot little blonde, but at the same time,
she had never had anything make her pussy as wet as it
was watching the groping couple. Carol was trying to
quickly analyze her mood and make a decision. 'I'm
always too analytical,' she thought ferociously, 'this
time I go with my body.' Carol smiled to let her
husband know that strangely she didn't feel jealousy
but instead was really enjoying watching her husband's
reaction to this cute woman enjoying his wonderful
cock. She looked at Agrippina with mixed joy and
disappointment. All she could think of was making love
to Agrippina.
Domitius felt Carol's firm young body in my arms, and
he held her with all his strength; his hands slid up
and down her back, her breasts pressed into his chest
as they kissed, burning for each other. Domitius began
gently sucking on one of Carol's nipples. She enjoyed
it immensely. Agrippina quietly lowered herself between
Carol's legs and began to slowly and sensuously kiss
her clitoris.
She knew that both her husband and Marcus were
watching them intently. Marcus moved so she would see
him begin to stroke his erection. Carol felt the warm
moist tongue working its way through her pubic hairs,
moving her vaginal lips apart to gently suck on her
clit. It was the best feeling she had ever experienced.
Suddenly she stopped, perplexed. 'Wait,' she thought,
'who is licking me?' She looked down for a moment and
realised that it was indeed Agrippina delving into her
crotch like a little animal.
She flinched a little and Domitius touched Carol's
forehead and said, 'Enjoy.' It felt so good, she
couldn't really argue. Marcus had performed oral sex on
her several times, but it had never felt this good.
Agrippina's mouth seemed to know exactly where to lick
or probe and when to do it. As for Agrippina, she could
not believe her own animalistic drives. She began
licking Carol's pussy very hesitantly at first, but the
unmistakable sweet taste simply made her eager for
more. She began inserting her tongue even deeper into
Carol sleeve, then concentrated her attentions on the
woman's most sensitive parts. Meanwhile Domitius kissed
Carol's lips and breasts while his wife continued to
lap at her sweet, small pussy.
'My wife and I are sharing this girl,' thought
Domitius with surprise and a strong feeling of
communion and elation. We both desire her body and we
are both are enjoying the same object of pleasure. He
wanted to overwhelm Carol with sexual bliss. Carol felt
something pushing on her mouth. She looked up to find
Domitius's cock in her face and she began to gently
lick it.
Carol realised that Marcus had a perfect view of
Agrippina's arse where he was standing - and that her
wet pussy was an open invitation. Carol watched as her
husband Marcus approached Agrippina and positioned
himself up against her buttocks, holding his cock in
his hand. He reached down and inserted his wonderfully
hard penis inside her rear and immediately began his
hard, deep thrusting. Carol was both shocked and
tremendously aroused by what she saw. Carol continued
to suck on the thick implement as she watched Agrippina
get shafted by Marcus.
She was enjoying sucking cock since she had never seen
one this big. It wasn't any longer than Marcus's, but
definitely much thicker. She swirled her tongue around
the head a few times and then would gingerly suck on
it. She couldn't come close to getting the whole thing
in her mouth. She moved down to his balls and managed
to get each one in her mouth for a few seconds.
Domitius had wet his fingers and was pinching and
rubbing her nipples. Carol had never felt this good
before and knew she could come any minute. Marcus had
sunk his piece into Agrippina's pussy and was fucking
her with very long, slow strokes.
He was the one that had a view of everything going on
and he just couldn't believe this was happening. He
looked over at Domitius fucking his wife's mouth and
groaning. Domitius could feel the helmet of his dick
touching the back of Carol's throat and he knew he
wouldn't last much longer.
Agrippina was rapidly sucking on Carol's clit and had
two fingers in her cunt as well. Carol grabbed
Agrippina's head and pulled it into her crotch and let
out a scream. Domitius admired Carol's lithe body
pressed up against his wife's eager mouth. Soon Carol
began to moan and she was thrusting her wetness upwards
into Agrippina's face. Agrippina felt and tasted
Carol's juices all over his lips, cheeks and chin. She
sucked and lapped away up there inside the nice tasty
pussy hole.
Marcus couldn't believe that it was his wife making so
much noise, and then he saw her grab Agrippina's head
and practically smash it into her crotch, crying out:
'Oh God, yes! I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't stop! Oh
yes!'
Suddenly she let out a very loud moan and lifted
herself up. Her whole body seemed momentarily rigid and
then she began to shudder. Carol began wildly moving
around in an effort to escape the intense feelings of
pleasure and almost pain of cumming from pressure on
her clit but Agrippina wouldn't stop. Carol tried to
move away from Agrippina's mouth since the orgasm was
so strong. She moaned and writhed for what seemed like
a full minute and then slowly calmed down. Agrippina
pulled away and her mouth and chin were drenched. She
smiled coyly, licked her lips and said, 'That was
good!' Her face smelled of Carol's muskiness
Unable to withhold himself any longer, Domitius came
in her throat, pumping his juices into her mouth while
his fingers tightly entwined the golden curls of the
nubile girl. Carol licked and sucked his engorged cock,
trying to take it all in and not miss a sticky drop.
Carol swallowed what she could but a lot of it spilled
out over her lips and chin. Being true to form she
licked Domitius clean.
Looking up at Domitius, Carol told him she wanted him
to fuck her, not eat her body. Marcus almost fainted.
He couldn't believe this was his conservative wife
telling a stranger to fuck her in front of her husband.
Domitius quickly obeyed, mounting her in the missionary
position and panting like a locomotive until they both
came again.
Meanwhile Agrippina felt Marcus increasing his speed
and hardness. Marcus thrust so hard into her that for
one wonderful moment she thought his balls were in her
too. Agrippina felt violent bursts of hot cum shoot
from his prick. She had never had spunk shot so deep
into her pussy before. Her entire belly hen was filled
with the man's spunk. Her legs wrapped around his
powerful body as it spasmed its load deep inside her
pussy. She looked over at her husband and realised that
watching Marcus fuck her was really exciting her
husband.
As Marcus pulled his softening meat out of Domitius's
wife's pussy a thick glob of white cum oozed out of it.
He took a step back for a second to admire her cum
filled slit. It was such a turn on to see her wide open
pink cunt glistening from a mixture of her juices and
sperm.
After this intense effort they all decided to get some
sleep. Agrippina woke up to the soft sound of moaning
and for a moment was disorientated. She looked around
then her eyes focused but her brain remained blank a
moment: She opened her eyes wide: There were Domitius
and Carol at it again: Carol was laying on the bed with
her skirt pulled up and legs spread wide, perched on
the edge with her buttocks almost hanging off the side
of the bed and Domitius was kneeling on the floor in
front of her busily licking her cunt. As she watched,
Carol she held open her vaginal lips for her lover with
the fingers of one hand, and started fondling one small
pert breast in her open blouse with the other.
Agrippina suddenly noticed she had stopped breathing,
and took in a deep breath.
Seeing Agrippina was fully awake, Domitius turned to
Marcus who had also been quietly observing and asked
Marcus to fuck his wife in the arse. Marcus disappeared
into the bathroom and brought back a tube of jelly and
greased up her arse and his cock.
Agrippina couldn't tell which of the guys it was who
smeared grease jelly on her ass, but without opening
her eyes she pulled her knees to her chest and felt
warm hands caressing her back door. Fingers played in
and out of her until she could tell that what began
slipping in was not a finger. Her muscle resisted and
protested a little, but then she relaxed again and gave
into the insistent thrusting until she could feel his
hips bouncing off of her cheeks. She first looked back
to see that it was Marcus giving it to her, and then
over at Carol who was dreamily staring at the scene and
licking her lips.
Agrippina said she'd always wanted to get fucked in
the arse and she was really getting turned on. Domitius
watched as the other man's cock disappeared into her
tiny arse. As the muscular walls of her anal passage
squeezed against the impaling length of Marcus's cock,
he slammed into her with renewed excitement, burying
himself deeper and deeper in the sexy housewife's
arsehole. The taut band of muscle around the normally
tiny opening were stretched beyond endurance to
accommodate the ravaging log-like pole of his cock,
clasping like over-stretched elastic the hard, thick
shaft of his manhood, tightly massaging every long hard
inch of its fantastic length.
Carol also moved her own twitching cheeks closer to
Agrippina's wet mouth. Even as Agrippina's own arse was
being rhythmically pumped she squeezed, tongued and
fingered Carol's tight arse hole. Carol was surprised
to feel Agrippina's hot tongue lick her arsehole. No
one had ever licked it before, but it felt so good. She
did not want it to stop. She moaned loudly and her own
fingers went down there also, working her clit to the
beat Agrippina was setting with her tongue, which she
was moving in sync to the reaming she was getting in
the rear. Carol always thought it would hurt too much -
- but when she saw how much her friend enjoyed having a
cock in her arse she wanted to try it, too. Carol was
working frantically with her fingers, and even helped
grease her own anus with the cunt juices, the taste of
which only drove Agrippina to lick and probe more
heartily.
All of a sudden, Carol noticed Domitius masturbating
as he watched her. With an avid and mischievous look,
she disentangled herself and kissing him, pushed him
down and climbed on top of him. Now poised, Carol
started hunching on Domitius' rod and gasped as she got
the head of his meat lodged full into her cunt.
Domitius's dick was very long and very thick and Carol
had difficulty fitting him into herself as she
straddled him. Stopping there for a moment, she waited
as she felt her cunt stretch and adjusted to his
massive organ. She again pressed down to engulf another
couple of inches of it in her aching cunt.
Domitius looked up at the gorgeous woman riding his
cock. Each time Carol raised up, her labia folded out
to his sight and then disappeared as she fucked down on
his throbbing meat. She wasn't as tight as Agrippina
was but her cunt spasmed and spasmed in a way he had
never experienced before. Meanwhile, raising herself
until the end of his cock was visible, she sank
forcefully again on his cock, descending until her
silky cunt-hairs twined with the coarse black hair
around his cock. She could have sworn she could sense
his cock hitting the pit of her stomach as she gyrated
her loins to move his rod deep inside her little pussy.
He began pumping his meat into her, and was amazed
when she placed her slim ankles on his shoulders to
open her willing cunt more to his pounding cock.
Domitius saw Carol's hips move faster and faster and
then he saw her back arch up as he began to shoot all
his wonderful love juices into Carol's eager wet pussy.
She moaned loudly as the energies flowed into her like
an irresistible torrent as she still sat astride of her
lover. She continued to hump him, insatiable.
At the same time Marcus pumped into Agrippina's arse
and he felt his balls slap her cheeks as he was totally
engulfed by her well-fucked asshole. This was tight! It
felt so good to be squeezed by her arse muscles! She
bucked back against him. She rose up onto her hands,
slamming her arse back against him. Her big tits were
bouncing all over, swaying beneath her chest. Marcus
who had been gripping Agrippina's petite waist and
slowly pumping her from behind, looking over to his
wife and seeing his wife in such a wanton state decided
to pitch in.
Marcus's dick slid out from Agrippina's greedy rear
and came oozing from between her swollen labia. He got
behind Carol and held her still as he pushed the head
of his sticky soaked cock against her asshole. She
reached back to spread her cheeks as he pressed harder,
until her scrotum finally popped. She urged him to
start fucking her as she lay on top of Domitius. He
husband eagerly complied, slowly fucking her arse at
first, then pumping into her with greater speed and
force.
Domitius was amazed to feel Marcus's cock rubbing his
own through the vaginal wall and it felt incredible!
Domitius again was thrusting into her hot pussy as her
husband Marcus sodomised her anus. Her pushes against
Marcus's hips became harder and nearly frantic, and
this allowed him to screw her arse deeper and deeper
until he almost could imagine being entirely engulfed
within this gorgeous girl's cheeks. The sensation of
the tightness was too much for Marcus and he rapidly
reached an orgasm.
He tightly gripped her hips as he shoved into her,
squirting his cum into her tight arse. When every
precious drop had been milked from his thick, pumping
penis, when every hot spurt had been sucked down into
her belly where it mingled luridly with the sperm of
the other man, he gave one last, gasping lunge, and
pulled his now soft, pliable cock from her still
tightly clenching anal grip, collapsing, exhausted, on
the bed beside her.
Chapter III Livilla Sins
Marcel had met and married Livilla a very young and
innocent maid. She had given the impression of being
timid, slim and nimble. Her movements were full of
elegance and grace, like those of a young gazelle.
They had got on very well together from the start.
Marcel had found her company delightful, partly because
of her beauty, partly because of her wit and charm.
She had the most voluptuous lips, a timid smile and a
small defiant upturned nose. What most probably had
attracted him physically to her at first was the innate
sensuality she seemed to radiate and her enchanting
musical laugh. When she looked at him, her eyes had
shone brightly.
They had dated a few times and when he had brought her
home one evening, they had kissed and made love. She
had been hesitant, gauche and reluctant at first. It
was her first time. From that moment on however she had
changed incredibly. She had discovered the pleasures
and joys of sexual intercourse and with it a strong
feeling of lust and passion which Marcel had difficulty
in quenching. She had fallen madly in love with Marcel
and begged him to make love to her as often as he
could. It appeared that once her eyes had been opened
to the joys of love making, there was no stopping her.
She would require him to make love to her sometimes as
often as four times a day.
After a while, she showed herself to be extremely
jealous of his 'girls' and even of some of his female
slaves and had tried to urge him to go into some other
line of work. Her jealousy was unfounded at the time.
In their search for sexual bliss Marcel and Livilla
had been ready to try making love in many different
ways. There was not one sexual position that they did
not try and their experiments sometimes lead them to
use expensive aphrodisiac potions like satyrion and
even sexual aids and substitutes from the East to
heighten their pleasure.
Marcel had been especially keen to experiment with new
ideas, while Livilla would most probably have stayed
contented with straight sex.
Marcel's curiosity, imagination and sexual depravity
knew no bounds. At first he had limited himself to
anything new that sounded like fun, then his old
dissolute self had slowly got the better of him and he
had indulged in all his favourite perversions,
encouraging his wife to share in them with him.
One day, Marcel had told Livilla to meet him in a
small lodging house in the ill-reputed prostitute's
quarter of Subura. Subura was situated in the north-
west Esquiline hills. Livilla had been surprised and
slightly reluctant to agree at first, asking him what
he intended to do. Marcel had smiled and replied
evasively, saying that she would not regret it. She was
to go into the hotel room, take the blindfold she would
find there, put it on, undress and wait for him.
Livilla had greeted this with mixed reactions.
She was both disconcerted and intrigued. Her curiosity
was piqued. Interested despite herself, but not wanting
to admit it, she had tried to question her husband
further. Marcel had only smiled however, refusing to
say anything more, save that it would be a sensual
experience such as she could not imagine and that she
would not regret it. He promised her an unforgettable
adventure into the deliciously new and forbidden.
That mystery and promise of unknown and unimaginable
pleasures had exerted such an attraction on her, that
it had aroused her wildest fancy, awakening hidden
sexual drives and desires. The more she reflected on
the subject the greater the feeling of anticipation,
fear and lust. She had agreed to do as he bided without
further complaint or hesitation.
She had followed his instructions carefully making her
way north of the Forum, past by way of Argiletta
between the Esquiline and the Viminal to Subura where
Rome's poorest prostitutes found their abode. In this
overpopulated and crime infested quarter the cheapest
prostitutes were to be found. Husbands' sold their wife
and children, half starved rejects wearing cheap
perfume to try to disguise their unpleasant smell of
peasant and ugly deformities. Many were thieves or
slaves on the run. This then was the area to which
Marcel had so lightly sent her.
Cloaked, she tried to slip down the Street of Lanterns
where she saw men proposition whores and catamites.
Ugly slaves clicked their lips to attract a potential
customer from the shadow of a doorway, from other dark
corners could be heard the groans of pleasure echoed
where clients thrust at prostitutes backed against the
wall, their legs lifted as they were hungrily consumed.
She had found the lodging house down a small, stinking
narrow lane and she had ascended the dark, dirty
winding stairs leading to the small hotel room on the
third floor.
The door was open and she had entered gingerly. She
had looked around the room hesitant and walked slowly
around and quickly searched the room but had found no
one there. So she had sat down on the bed and slowly
undressed, leaving on just her black camisole,
stockings and suspenders. She found the blindfold
beside the bed and put it on tight and then lay down on
the bed waiting, expectant and fearful. A few moments
later, she heard sounds Marcel's voice.
'Hello, Livilla,' he said. She felt momentarily
reassured.
'I knew you would be here,' she said with relief.
She felt him climb onto the bed behind her. His hand
began to massage her neck and shoulders. She threw her
head back with pleasure.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. Livilla
started with surprise. She heard Marcel get up and walk
away. She heard voices in Greek: A women's voice in the
room, deep and sensual, speaking softly. Marcel was
replying in Greek. Livilla put her hand to her face and
bit her nail torn between panic and obedience. She felt
afraid and embarrassed to be sitting half naked in
front of this strange woman.
Without warning, she felt a gentle hand run over her
smooth firm stockinged thigh and a deep soft female
laugh. She felt female hands massaging her thigh and
she covered her face. She blushed. A finger touched her
breast lightly and a finger flicked at her nipple. She
flinched and moved back with a start at the expert
caress. She felt the woman's finger probe her breast
through the garment. She moved her hand unintentionally
up to stop or to touch the other woman's hand then
quickly moved it back. The woman took off Livilla's
blindfold and a smiling lovely face appeared close to
hers.
Livilla's eyes went wide with shock as she stared into
the face of the woman in front of her. She was
beautiful to say the least. Half black, half Hispanic,
she was stunningly attractive, yet had the unmistakable
air of vulgarity about her, the same provocative stare
of the common prostitute. She had the body of an angel,
plainly and suggestively visible under her scanty
dress. The woman was wearing a red bra, red panties and
sexy red fishnet stockings.
Livilla glanced at Marcel. He was looking at her with
interest and expectation. Livilla didn't really want to
go with the woman. She didn't want to do it but she
felt she had to. He expected it of her. He really
wanted her to do. It turned him on to see his wife
being caressed by his black lesbian whore.
If he desired it, she should desire it. It was her
duty as a wife. 'She had to want it and she had to
enjoy it as much as he,' she thought to herself with
sudden resolve.
Smiling and purring like a cat about to eat its prey,
the woman gently stroked her face, then began to kiss
her body. Her expert fingers kneaded her thighs and her
pointed tongue flicked over Livilla's nipples. Despite
herself, Livilla felt them grow hard and straight. A
shiver of ecstasy ran down her spine and her heart beat
wildly. Livilla was forced to close her eyes and bite
her lip in an effort not to cry out with pleasure.
Never before had she experienced anything so arousing.
She felt her resistance abandon her: Her whole body
became weak and enslaved by the caress. She felt
herself to be completely dominated by this pleasure, by
this female desire. Instinctively, she inhaled the
girl's scent deeply in pleasure and submission, no
longer feeling the ability to resist the prostitute's
careful and skilful caresses.
The woman began to knead her pubes through the cotton
of her little panties. She introduced a finger under
the elastic and pulled it aside exposing her sheath
surrounded by thick coarse hairs. With the tip of her
fingers she pulled back the hair and parted the thick
moist sex lips, exposing them obscenely.
'What a beautiful quim!' She exclaimed with delight.
'You have the thick voluptuous sleeve of a whore. The
sign of a real slut. I feel we are going to have fun
together, darling.'
Her forefingers dug into the moist rubbery sleeve
while her thumb revealed and rubbed her pointed little
clitoris. Livilla bit her lips so as not to cry out
with bliss. She felt ashamed but did nothing to stop
the girl. The whore began to masturbate Livilla in
earnest now. Livilla responded, thrusting her hips up
and down as the girl's hand worked at her pussy from on
top. Marcel's cock was so hard in his pants that he
thought it would rip through the zipper. Livilla felt
the women's maddening tongue dart down between her legs
and roam over juicy sex lips and clitoris She felt so
confused, guilty and horny. For a moment she thought
she would die.
'No! Don't! Not that!' She gasped in ravishment. She
pulled the girl down on top of her and guided her head
firmly between her slender legs. The girl plunged
through her humid dense forest and dug into her juicy
slit. She clenched her jaws tight and screwed her eyes
together. She bit her lip in an effort not to cry out
as the Hispanic-black prostitute parted her tight slit
with her thumb and forefinger and her wet tongue
burrowed deep into her musky and succulent sleeve. She
gasped and clutched the woman's hair as her tongue
greedily explored her depths.
She had just been violated by another woman's tongue
and the only reaction she had was to wrap her legs
tightly around the girl's head and throw back her head
with ecstasy. Livilla's groaned and grabbed the woman
by the head, pasting her hungry wet pussy against the
women's mouth, trying to trap that tongue inside her.
She was so aroused! Oh how she longed to smother that
maddening tongue deep in her sex! It was driving her to
distraction. She didn't ever want the whore to stop.
She would take her home to live with her and she would
be able to have sex with her anytime she wanted. She
wanted to keep feeling that lovely tongue between her
sex lips, flicking in and out of her hole. She no
longer cared how perverse or dirty she was acting, or
about anything else for that matter, so long as it
never ended, whatever the price, even if she had to
sell her soul to the Christian devil.
As they changed position, Marcel kissed the whore open
mouthed, passionately then licked his wife's cunt. The
whore watched him for a moment while he devoured his
wife's cunt, then she moved him gently aside and
pulling Livilla's legs open her legs by her knees
continued the work.
The two girls were lost in a private world of their
own, completely oblivious to the fact that their
lesbian coupling was being observed silently and with
interest. Marcel, who had been up to now quietly
watching the woman lap up his wife's luscious pussy,
licking the juices from her fragrant slit in a
delightful cunnilingus, felt his erection stiffen and
decided it was time to join in. She looked him in the
eyes and smiled knowingly. 'Lets do it then,' she said.
'I'll turn around with my bottom towards you. I'll open
my legs and you can fuck me in the bum from behind.'
He was already hard and erect. She got onto the bed
and crouched over. Reaching down between her legs, she
rubbed the ointment in and around her arse hole.
He approached her from behind and she stretched open
her entrance with her fingers. Trembling with arousal,
he positioned his hard erection against her bottom,
seeking the anus instead of her slit. Usually he sought
to avoid this very thing happening as Livilla hated it.
He had never had anal sex before and was tremendously
aroused and slightly disgusted at the thought. He was
unsure at first as the head moved up over her vagina
and wedged momentarily in the smaller opening. What
would it be like? He thought to himself.
His cock was sticky with his sperm and his wife's
sweet come. He was going to mix that into her arse. He
could think of no better place to put his wife's sacred
juices than in the rear of a sordid filthy slut. She
too was married: He tried to imagine the roles inverted
with he her husband and she his wife. He imagined
selling her arse to every stranger who was willing to
pay to use her. They would abuse her body, filling her
cunt and arse repeatedly every evening with their spunk
until she grew to enjoy and appreciate it.
The beast inside of him made him push forward and
suddenly he felt his cock sink in, then push firmly
past the slight resistance of her scrotum and deep into
her tight anus. He had just fucked her up the arse from
behind. It felt beautiful and unnatural. The prostitute
gasped with pain and pleasure and her lips curled in a
smile. Her eyes shone with lewd delight. This was
obviously another of her favourite perversions. He
pumped his thick tool in and out of her, terribly
aroused as she groaned and touched her clitoris. He
cocked his leg so as to get in deeper. They had anal
slowly. He clutched her by the thighs then kneaded her
breast and pinched her nipples.
'Don't come right out, go deep and fuck me with small
fast movements.' She advised.
He followed her advice and soon he was groaning with
pleasure.
She was really enjoying it and kept saying: 'Fuck my
arse. Fuck it hard. Fill my arse with your spunk.'
He sodomised her from behind while the woman pleasured
his wife. They had sex passionately for several hours,
until both Marcel and Livilla had emptied their juices
into the girl.
He ejaculated, sinking it up to the hilt in her. She
moaned as he slowly withdrew and used tissues to remove
and wipe his dirty dick. He had just committed an evil,
foul, and revolting act but did not care or even regret
having corrupted his wife. He had offended her dignity
and debased her and he was pleased. Both he and his
wife had engaged in unwholesome vile obscene sex with
the harlot and even though he felt nauseated and
revolted by this lewd turpid and disgusting behaviour
he did not regret it. He had offended her dignity and
debased her and he was pleased. As for the whore, he
felt sure that if she offered him her arse again, he
would fuck her over and over and come in it again until
he was empty. The filthy bitch liked it so why
shouldn't he? His cock was aching from having fucked
her tight arse hole so hard. He looked over at his wife
Livilla. She was left trembling, ashamed and humiliated
but with no regrets.
The memory of that evening was to mark Livilla
profoundly. A week later, an incident occurred which
was to bring her thoughts back to that delicious
moment.
Livilla liked to go shopping in the Campus Martius
where she could buy books, antique vase from Corinthe
and other bronzes and statues you could only find in
those exclusive antiques dealers. This was also the
fashion centre where one could find the richest
clothes. While shopping, she had entered a crowded
boutique and was sitting waiting to be served with a
few other women when Livilla noticed the girl seated
opposite her. She was the most beautiful girl she had
ever set eyes upon.
What a body and such lovely eyes and perfect lips! As
Livilla carefully and discretely examined her, she felt
herself irresistible attracted to this beautiful
stranger. She experienced a sensation of mixed hunger
longing and desire. Despite her utmost efforts, she
felt desire growing within her. A desire to possess
that girl, to kiss her on the lips and make wild and
passionate love to her. She imagined them together,
slowly making love in all kinds of weird and wonderful
positions. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, to calm
the twitching between her legs.
She imagined the girl's tongue flicking over her sex
as the coloured prostitutes had done and she was forced
to quickly touch her sex. She felt so very hot and weak
with desire all of a sudden. She had to make a
tremendous effort to hide her reactions, so excited was
she. The girl crossed her legs, revealing most of her
smooth thigh. Livilla felt herself cream with mad
desire. She nearly wet herself.
When she got home, she took off her soaked panties and
wildly masturbated herself until she came in the
strongest orgasm she had experienced for a long time.
After which she collapsed exhausted on the bed and
slept several hours.
Marcel encouraged her to masturbate regularly and
regularly take aphrodisiacs to increase her sexual
stimulation. At first she had felt embarrassed and
slightly guilty.
'A girl has the right to pleasure,' he told her
calmly. ' Sex and love are not the same thing. I will
always love and I will be devoted to you. But I do not
own you. Your body is yours to do as you please. I do
not expect you to always be faithful. Having sex is
like taking a bath or eating something enjoyable. It is
purely physical with no emotions involved. Animals and
slaves copulate for pleasure. The sexual urge is like
going to toilet, unavoidable and should not be
controlled. You are so beautiful and desirable. I am
sure many men and women lust after your body. It is
selfish to keep it all to yourself when you could give
so much.' She protested and said she was not convinced.
This was absurd, but the thought nagged her for a
while.
After the demise of Caligula, Marcel and Livilla moved
to a larger house, towards the Marcellus amphitheatre.
Livilla had been thrilled to now be living in Rome
itself and so close to the Palace. Their new
neighbours, Sul and Anastasia Rufus were very kind,
friendly and helpful. Sul Rufus was the City's chief
Game Organiser. This was an extremely important
position. He was much cultivated and admired by the
senate especially since it was known that Messalina
sometimes honoured his bed and that he had certain
influence on her.
Marcel had invited Sul and Anastasia over to dinner
the next evening. His appearance seemed to leave
Livilla breathless. She found him even more handsome
and masculine than she had lead to imagine. He was
built well, his arms and legs were muscular and he
looked very powerful. The tight tan shorts he wore
framed a rounded, tight arse, and a manly bulge up
front. Marcel had been surprised when he caught Sul
eyeing his wife with carnivorous interest whenever he
thought no one was looking. He sat very close to her
and when he looked at her his eyes would lingering just
a fraction too long.
His stares seemed bolder as the evening progressed and
if at first he had tried to disguise his fancy the way
he fussed over her and lavished all his attentions on
her his made his interest quite obvious even to his
wife who nevertheless did not appear much perturbed. As
for Livilla, Marcel had noticed her observing Sul's
handsome, muscular features he saw them stealing
glances at one another now and then, until finally,
they were openly staring.
When she turned away, Sul gazed at her long legs and
full, half-exposed breasts thrusting out. She was
completely engrossed by his charming manner and dashing
smile, thought Marcel with disgust. She let her lips
form a soft smile as she returned his steady gaze.
Every time she looked up at him, her eyes sparkled
brightly with admiration and barely suppressed
excitement. Especially when he spoke to her or never
failed to compliment her to the point of embarrassment,
staring her in the eyes. In spite of herself, she found
herself physically attracted to this handsome man.
Angry at herself, fighting her instincts, she
repeatedly forced herself to look away from him. He
caught her looking at him side ways until her eyes were
irresistibly attracted back.
Gradually, under his intense stare she blossomed, her
cheeks flushed red, her eyes were troubled and she
blushed and shied away, her heart throbbed and she
stuttered as she felt deliciously wanton thoughts race
through her mind. He was so attentive to her every
wish. This pleased and angered her, yet she enjoyed it
and was feel proud to be the centre of his attention
and secretly admired and desired. Marcel jealously
watched as she listened intently, lapping up Sul's
every word with open admiration. She wanted to escape
her normal every day life and Sul seemed to provide
this to her.
***
That night, when Marcel and Livilla were in bed
together, Marcel had calmly said to Livilla, 'I think
that went quite well. What did you think of them?'
'They are great, aren't they? I spent an absolutely
wonderful evening. That Sul is so charming, witty and
intelligent. We must absolutely have them around again
soon, don't you think darling?' She replied.
'Yes,' said Marcel, 'and how did you find Sul?'
'He makes such pleasant conversation, don't you think?
I haven't enjoyed myself so much in ages.'
'I agree,' said Marcel. 'I was referring to him
physically. Do you find him handsome?'
'Well, now that you mention it, he is good looking and
he seems so strong, don't you think?' She said
cautiously and her little eyebrows curled.
'Did you notice the way he was looking at you. I found
it a bit odd not to say bold?'
Livilla turned to look at him surprised. 'No, I
didn't,' she said, 'what do you mean?'
Marcel explained to her that he felt that Sul was
physically attracted to her.
'Don't be silly!' She exclaimed. 'Why, that's
ridiculous. I mean, how could he?'
Marcel then explained to her that she was a very
beautiful woman and it was only natural that many men
were attracted to her and wished to sleep with her. She
was annoyed at what he said, yet at the same time
inwardly pleased at being desired by others. She
suddenly thought about the woman she had seen the other
day and she was slightly disturbed and aroused. 'Women
perhaps found her attractive too,' she thought and that
brought a shiver of arousal.
'Do you find him attractive? Are you sweet on him?'
Repeated Marcel.
Teasingly, he added: 'He turned you on didn't he, with
his tight butt?'
'No.' She replied.
'Come on, admit it! He's a virile and charming man. I
bet he turns you on.'
'What are you getting at, Marcel? What kind of woman
do you think I am?'
'A lady naturally attracted to handsome men. Nothing
to be ashamed of.'
Livilla blushed and looked down at her hard nipples
and said with a sigh: 'I guess I can't deny it. I hope
I wasn't too obvious.'
Laughing, Marcel replied, 'You only undressed him and
had sex with him while we talked!'
'Well, he is kind of hunk and so very well muscled. He
has to be in his line of work though. You know, having
to deal with those hardened criminals and gladiators,'
she replied.
'Yes, I agree. He is well hung. You know, I've heard
that he is outstanding good in bed. Not like other men.
A friend of mine, one of his assistants, once told me
that they had gone to a brothel together and Sul had
made his woman come by simply caressing her.'
The thought made her blush and disturbed her totally,
although she would never have admitted it. He must be
good, she thought distractedly and she found herself
thinking that she could see why a woman could be
attracted to him.
'In fact, he told me he thought you were the sexiest
lady. I'm sure he would love the chance to screw you.'
Marcel gently touched her and caressed her gently.
'You know, I'm sure he would touch you just like
this,' he said.
She was shocked, but at the same time excited by what
he was implying.
'Stop that nonsense!' She muttered, half-hearted.
Marcel took no notice of her.
'Then he would touch you there, like this,' he
continued, taking her sex fully into his hand, pressing
it and then running a finger around her clitoris.
She gasped and instinctively opened her legs, in spite
of herself.
'Imagine this is Sul touching you, giving you pleasure
like a woman would, like you like it.'
'Stop it!' She croaked.
He began to masturbate her, inserting his forefinger
deep into her vagina at the same time kissing and
nibbling her nipples.
She felt so very aroused and confused. Marcel climbed
on top of her and kissed her on the neck.
'Can you feel him kissing you?' He whispered 'Can you
feel the hot sex rubbing against you? Do you want me?'
She gasped, weak with desire and pulled him into her
violently. She was so aroused that all she had wanted
was to be screwed hard. He thrust at her nibbling and
whispering into her ear, 'Can you feel his cock cleave
your forest and dig deep inside you, so hard and thick.
He wants to give you ecstasy. He is making you come.'
He inserted his middle finger into her sleeve and
withdrew it from her pussy, coated with her lewd
feminine secretions of lust as she imagined Sul
screwing her wildly.
She was all over him. He grabbed her and carried her
to the bed and in no time they undressed each other and
without any preliminaries his plunged his hard cock
into her dripping wet pussy. Livilla hadn't been that
hot since their wedding night when he had managed to
get her pregnant. To his surprise, Livilla came before
Marcel did and continued to fuck him with all she had.
As his balls tensed up and sprayed his come in her
pussy she came for the second time.
***
The incident both excited and angered Marcel. The
following day, in aroused vengeance Marcel visited one
of his favourite girls at her place of work. She had
been on the game all night and looked tired and worn
from the numerous sexual encounters she had offered her
many clients. Her eyes were calm but Marcel noticed an
interested glimmer. She liked the ascendance she had
over him. It gave her a feeling of power to be wanted.
She despised it yet she lusted for sex. It was like a
drug. She could not live without selling her body. She
had seen so many men and cocks but she never tired of
watching them fill her with their thick stems.
Marcel kissed her on the lips and told her to get
dressed in a short revealing tunic with high heels and
stockings. She masturbated him quickly and
professionally, stroking and caressing his virility to
get him excited. When Marcel was hard and erect she
suggested that they have sex doggie style. Her lips
quivered with sordid expectation. Marcel wanted to
cunny her first though and she parted her thighs and
pulled aside her panties with a lustful smirk. He
quickly feasted on her succulent and juicy wet sex,
lapping at the tasty dripping sleeve, thick and oozing
with blended semen.
She felt his blade enter her and sink into her guts,
burying itself deep in her womb. Her sex was hard and
bristly from the half-shaved hairs on her pubes. It was
also wet with lewd moisture. She rubbed her breasts
together, then ran her hands down her body and
masturbated herself. She pumped her thighs at his cock
while he furiously rammed his thick juicy virility into
her tightly clutching sleeve. He screwed her hard then
climbed on top of her and rubbed her clit as he
penetrated her. As he copulated furiously with her she
did not come but did enjoy it immensely. She closed her
eyes and gasped with physical animal pleasure, her
lovely pouting lips quivering with as he pumped her
energetically. She gasped, her jaws clenched, then she
threw back her head, her mouth open with sheer bliss.
'Oh yes!' She exclaimed.
She salaciously encouraged him to fornicate with her
in the most degrading and obscene language. 'Fuck me in
the arse like a filthy whore! I like your cock in my
arse.' 'Shag me hard like a bitch...' Her long catlike
fingernails gripped him firmly and clawed him making
him wince as she scratched his back and marked her
territory. She clenched her jaws, winced, her pupils
dilated with bliss. Extremely aroused, he weighed down
on top of her, determined to bury his stiff part deep
in her womb, letting her absorb as much of his sticky
cock as she could.
His face was in her hair breathing in her cheap
perfume and memorising her strange, exciting smoky
scent. She automatically opened her legs as wide as she
could at a 180 degree angle to let the tool enter her
as far as possible. His pubes rubbed against hers as he
thrust forward, squeezing his beautiful slut hard and
then pouring his adulterous seeds into her impure,
promiscuous and well-used sheath. He wanted to stuff
her guts with sperm and see the seed dribble out.
He kissed her. Her face was hot and flushed, her
nostrils flared, eyes tired. She stared at him bold and
shameless and a mischievous little light appeared on
her eyes as she smiled. Her lips quirked with perverse
pleasure tainted by the memory of the repeated immoral
acts she performed which marked her body and corrupted
her soul.
He returned home from work, still in the halo after-
effect of his brief adventure. That evening Livilla had
climbed on top of him aroused and wanting to make love.
She had kissed him on the neck and lips and rubbed her
naked body over his crotch suggestively, causing his
erection to grow hard and stiff. At first he had been
reluctant to respond to her advances, subconsciously
trying to put her off. His naughty dick was still
sticky and aching from his previous adventure. Surely
she would be able notice? Another thought struck him
leaving him both shocked and aroused.
He had lustfully wanked his cock so hard at the
luscious little whore earlier that every cell and crack
of its slimy surface had been impregnated by those
unchaste juices. It simply oozed and reeked of
intercourse. His manhood was saturated with that
obscene mixture of lewd whore secretions and male
semen. The sperm mixture made up from those anonymous
lovers of all walks of life and colour who had
copulated with the slut since the last time she had had
time to wash out and wipe her vagina. By allowing his
aroused and unsuspecting wife to take this still oily
stem into her loving sleeve, he would become a passive
accomplice to a wicked sexual act. He would knowingly
have permitted her to introduce some of that evil
cocktail into her private parts.
He had to stop her now immediately or she would
unintentionally loose her chastity. What a delicious
perversion, he mused as she fondled his stiff cock.
Would he dare to even indirectly introduce that
diseased and corrupting instrument of her dishonour
into her sacred bastion of female dignity? Could he
pervert her pure desire into a promiscuous and obscene
defilement of her body? Oh angel, so pure and innocent
you will fall into the depths of evil with me, he
reflected. Already she was working the cock head down
her crack and into the entrance of her damp expectant
sleeve. Her pupils were dilated, her eyes troubled wide
open with desire, her nostrils flared with arousal as
she received his spunky flesh inside her guts.
She began to ride him, pumping his thick throbbing
pipe in and out of her sweet succulent little pussy. He
looked into her half-open mouth. Her face seemed
distorted with the desperate expectation of angelic
pleasure. He felt tremors already running down her
back. She screwed him greedily, consuming his chunky
oozing pizzle like a bitch in heat. Her sucking moist
hole clasped and worked at his slippery pole, milking
the instrument of her downfall and drawing the seed
into her loins. He allowed her to stain her purity with
that smutty, unclean and poignant manhood. Moreover,
his loins pumped that corrupting pizzle as far as he
could get it into her womanhood.
He trembled with lewd pride as an evil force possessed
him and forced him to strive to ensure he soiled her
every part, rubbing the filthy poxy tart's cocktail
into her flesh like an ointment until her every pore
was infected and impregnated with the love juices. In a
round about manner, she found herself making love with
Marcel's prostitute through their intimate mingling of
juices: her pure clean sweet nectar was combined with
the acid lustful cuntal secretions of his shameless
tart, harvested from the lewd arousal of her wanton
fornication with strangers' cocks. As if this was not
sufficient, Marcel's tool embodied the combined bestial
pizzle of all thirty men whose semen had been poured in
homage into the slit of the prostitute as they
copulated in carnal desire.
Their blended juices now hungrily raped her repeatedly
with each stroke of his penis, surreptitiously
perverting and stealing her innocence and worming their
way into her depths. Marcel pumped hard at her,
spiteful and aroused beyond belief. As he did so, he
worked the mixed semen deep into her wet vaginal
depths, salaciously inviting the men collectively to
participate in this sacred moment and screw his wife
out of her wits. She jammed her eyes shut with
unsuspecting bliss. Unable to withhold himself any
longer, Marcel squirted forth inside her guts with a
triumphant smirk as he burst forth. Her thrusting
pelvis shuddered as she climaxed on her grateful
lovers' tool. He felt her inner muscles clasp at him
and pump the intermingled sap into her tubes.
The spunk of an ex-slave who was the last man to lay
the whore a short while earlier proved the most potent
and active seed. She collapsed breathless, her hole
burning and they fell asleep, interlocked, his tool
wedged inside her to imprison the evil poison inside
her. Fortunately she was not in a fertile period or
Jupiter only knows what bastard she would have borne.
Sharing this experience later with a friend Sulla, a
happily married man who suffered from sterility had
spawned an idea. He had resolved to make his wife
Sevila pregnant by introducing the sperm of another man
into her.
As he did not want her to be unfaithful, he had
slipped out to visit a beautiful transvestite who lived
in the next apartment and he had asked him for his
sperm. The transvestite black had insisted he help and
he had been obliged in order to arouse him to suck the
man's small dick. The black had come violently and they
had quickly transferred the abundant liquid into a
pouch. The man had rushed back to his wife Sevila and
taken her on the spot. As he did so he poured the
active sperm over his cock and rushed to make love with
his wife. Although he rubbed it in well and screwed her
repeatedly it did not work.
In desperation he returned to see his catamite
neighbour. As the man was giving him advice, his wife
happened by and hearing her husband's voice and
intrigued, she knocked on the door. The transvestite
welcomed her in. Finding Sulla there she was overcome
with doubt about his sexual tastes believing him to be
gay as he was quite obviously a lovely large breasted,
except for his little cock. Sulla denied it vehemently
but she did not believe him. Strangely she was not
angered but confused and aroused.
'Show me what you do together...' She whispered,
blushing.
The catamite began to caress her husband who had an
uncontrollable erection. Sevila licked her lips. The
transvestite was so sweet and so lovely. She looked
down at the little penis protruding from her mound. Her
body did not know whether to react and treat her as a
boy or a girl. Sevila found herself feeling both
attracted and repulsed.
'Oh God, Sulla. Are you going to do that, darling? Are
you going to get his cock ready for me? Are you going
to... to suck his small cock to get it hard for me?'
Sevila asked.
'Would you like him to?' The catamite asked, grinning
at Sulla.
'Yeah!' Sevila said, a dirty laugh gurgling from her
throat. 'Do it, put his cock in your mouth for a
minute. Get it hard enough to fuck...' 'Do me, darling,
like you did the night before.' Said the catamite.
Sulla knew this was a turning point in their lives, a
point of no return for them if he did it. He also knew
he had no choice. Repugnant as it seemed to him to be
at the moment. Seeing that it was arousing his wife,
Sulla took out the transvestite's small cock and began
to masturbate him.
But before he could commit the degrading act, Sevila
stood up and walked up to them. Kneeling before the
catamite, she calmly began to lick his tiny cock. Sulla
was flabbergasted and aroused beyond belief when he saw
her open her mouth, and take the little cock inside,
licking and sucking on it.
Leading the couple over to the bed, they quickly
undressed as they continued to caress each other.
'Oh, darling,' said the transvestite, 'take me as if I
were your woman. That will give me a hard on.'
Sevila pulled a condom over Sulla's cock and then got
on her hands and knees with her trim round ass pointed
towards me.
'Give it to me, sweetheart.' She said.
Gently, Sulla pushed his hesitant dick into her hole.
Holding her hips, he worked it deeper until it was in
to the hilt. As he did so he felt the man embrace his
wife. He suddenly felt his wife's smooth shaven chins
brush against him as, opening her thighs, she cocked
her leg and wrapped it around the other man's waist.
'Oh baby, this feels nice.' The transvestite said as
Sulla began to fuck her.
Although strange, it felt pretty nice. Her ass
clenched on Sulla's cock with a strength he had never
known. Sulla reached down, and played with the
catamite's cock. As he pushed forward into he buttocks,
he felt the small erection rubbing against his wife's
pubic hairs. Without thinking, he took the head and
opening his wife's pussy lips with his fingers popped
it inside her. He/She was quite small compared to Sulla
and the whole thing seemed quite natural and harmless.
He saw his wife groping down beneath the she-male to
guide the penis deeper into her sleeve.
Sevila did not think the pre-op transsexual could
possibly ejaculate, so she did not object when she felt
him put it in her. The little tool seemed small and
useless but she was in for a surprise. The next thing
she knew, this woman screwing her like a man. Her
breasts seemed so real, and so big but she was moving
inside her vigorously.
As Sulla moved inside the transvestite's rear, he felt
his partner thrust his hips forward. Sevila grasped the
catamite tightly, hot and weak with desire, imagining
him as a prolongation and transmutation of her
husband's cock. She was so horny she just wanted to
draw him further into her body. The transvestite
started kissing Sevila who responded, all the while she
held his ass while she/he did it to her.
The three had intercourse together interlocked from
cock to arse to vagina until they all came. Sevila's
eyes stared at her husband but not seeing him,
unfocused, glazed over with drunken lust as he watched
her being fucked her. Sulla climaxed causing the pre-op
transvestite to shoot his load into her slit. Sevila
was really surprised, but she was so into it by now
that she too started to come in her a series of
powerful orgasms as she felt him/her coming inside of
her.
Aroused, Sulla pulled out, and rolled her onto her
back. He put her feet on his shoulders, and pushed his
cock back inside of her. He played with her prick and
looked into her dreamy eyes as he gave it to her. He
felt overwhelmed by the pleasure and beauty of that
moment, by the pressure on his cock and the sight
before his eyes. Of her smile, her gleaming bright
face, her sparkling eyes, her sexy curvaceous body, and
her stiff little cock in his hand. He lay down against
her as he came, her arms and legs holding him tight,
her tongue in his mouth, her cock between then. He came
so hard, his balls hurt afterwards.
They all took their pleasure but the experiment was
not successful either this time. Little did he know
that the catamite was sterile too and as if that were
not enough, she had taken her precautions so not to
become pregnant. Although they tried it again several
times and each time she experienced an orgasm nothing
resulted. Sulla in despair turned to his whore lover
for a suggestion. She insisted on bringing round one of
her lovers, a well-endowed man with many offspring. She
said Sevila should try him out. With his horse pizzle
and plentiful spunk she was sure to come and get
pregnant. So Sevila had intercourse with the man for
several hours over the next few days until the two had
come many times and they were totally spent.
Sulla watched the huge cock labour his wife's belly
with awe. When he had cum, he turned to Sulla, smiled
and said, 'Now my price. I will fuck your husband too
and make him into my catamite.'
Sulla looked at him as he prepared to use the very
cock that had just fucked his wife, still wet from his
wife.
It was the first time a real man's warm cock slid in
and out of him and he became a real woman. Meanwhile
his wife's cute round ass was high in the air and
squirming against his face, while plunging between her
legs, he buried his tongue deep in his pussy. He sucked
out the cum the Negro had just squirted into her
earlier, and swallowed it down. Soon he was having his
first live orgasm as a woman, his tummy filled with the
black man's sperm fresh from his wife's cunt. While the
bisexual black spurted the first of many future loads
of sperm into his bowels, his tongue gave Sevila the
sweetest orgasm she had ever had. It was the first of
many she hoped to have from her husband whenever her
vagina was filled with some man's sperm and craved his
face.
A year had passed since her affair. That meant that
she had now been married for six years and had one son,
now 3 months old. She had enjoyed sex immensely and let
herself be impregnated by a man whose proportions and
virility she respected after repeated visits and much
cock. He was now the father of her baby. Her husband
was unaware of the chances of this, having no inkling
of her infidelity. She was pleased at the idea that her
wonderful lover had fathered her child.
The following evening, Marcel said to Livilla: 'I was
speaking to Pogus today. You know, the assistant
intendant who works with Sul. He told me that Sul was
quite taken by someone he met yesterday. The most
beautiful girl in the world, were his words, I recall.
He is madly in love with her, he told Pogus. You know,
I think it's you he has fallen for.'
Livilla was shocked at the suggestion, but pleased at
the compliment. The thought disturbed her and she was
annoyed at Marcel's stupid games for having awoken and
revealed some secret longing deep inside her. She
refused to hear any more about Sul, but that very
evening Marcel untactfully came back to the subject in
bed. He began to caress her, telling her how Sul would
do this and that to her. Pointing out how much pleasure
the lesbian tart had given her. She didn't feel guilty
about that, did she? She had enjoyed it immensely.
Wasn't this just a physical thing too? Marcel, finding
this turned her on tremendously repeatedly suggested
things to her as he caressed and made love to her. He
would masturbate her telling her that it was Sul,
pretending he was poking his tool inside her instead of
him. 'Do you like it, do you like his tool inside you?'
He whispered insistently until she whimpered with
pleasure an incoherent: 'Yes!' His fingers would come
out of her pussy, coated with her thick white cuntal
juice; lewd feminine secretions of lust and lubricity.
He played with her desire's night after night until she
would reach the inevitable wild and shattering climax.
At first, she tried to resist and banish the thought
from her mind, but failed. In spite of every effort,
she found herself thinking more and more about Sul and
night after night she was sexually turned on by his
games often climaxing with confusing fantasies whirling
through her head. Yes, perhaps he did have a wonderful
body. He must be so well built and so extremely good in
bed. He knew how to give a woman the pleasure she
wanted. The thought stayed in her mind and by the end
of the week, she found herself having some very erotic
dreams and ideas about Sul
. Even in the day time, Livilla found her mind
wondering and thinking about Sul. She found him so
handsome and charming. What was he really like in bed?
She was annoyed at the unchaste thoughts that kept
crossing her mind, of the desire and longing which had
becoming unbearable. Every one she had spoken to had
told her that he had a way about women. They had said
that he was a brilliant lover and was hung like a
horse, but what was more, he knew how to use that
instrument of startling proportions.
This served only to fire her imagination and fantasies
further and increase her blind admiration. She found
herself remembering her prenuptial relationships and
dreaming she was making love to another. Marcel did not
make matters any better by insisting on inviting Sul
and Anastasia as often as he could. Sul took him aside
one evening and commented: 'I would love to fuck you
wife, you know Marcel.'
Sul looked over at Marcel and noticed that he was
rubbing his hard cock through his tunic as he replied
that he too wanted to see him fuck Livilla and that he
especially wanted to watch her suck his big cock. Sul
smiled and said he would see what could be arranged.
Sul's increasingly persistent attentions which at
first had surprised Livilla, now flattered her. At
first she had not been sure it was not just her
imagination. A fleeting touch, a brush of bodies or a
remark a little too close to the mark. When Sul
whispered to her that her husband was the luckiest man
on the earth to possess such a treasure, she had
laughed and said he too was lucky to have such a nice
wife. Their hands brushed. Marcel could almost feel the
electricity as their eyes locked.
Livilla's soft breasts heaved. Setting aside the glass
on a table, Sul leaned to kiss her neck, moving down to
her breasts. She moaned lowly, her lips trembling. He
had shrugged and later told her that he burned with
love for her. She had been flattered inwardly but had
acted offended. He found her pretty and irresistibly
innocent. How could she ever doubt her power to inflame
his desire? Sul looked down at her thigh, so casually
exposed to his eyes. He reached and rested a roaming
hand on her bare knee a moment and squeezed it
discretely before she suddenly pulled back, her face
flushed. He was burning with desire but he quickly
withdrew as if nothing had happened.
She found herself dressing and acting differently to
please him and attract his attentions. She started to
wear sexier clothes and heavy make-up. His interest in
her filled her with self-importance and she found it
increasingly difficult to refuse his shamefully
indiscreet advances. They chatted while sipping their
drinks, but mostly they just stared nervously into each
other's eyes. Sul knew that Livilla loved her husband,
but he also knew that she was incredibly turned on by
him. His face was full of desire and this made her even
more aroused. She crossed and uncrossed her legs,
causing her skirt to move up her legs and reveal her
naked intimate parts.
Marcel caught Sul looking at your wife's pussy. She
did not bother to pull her skirt up. As Livilla slowly
got down off stool both Sul and Marcel got a good view
of her nakedness. Her skirt was again above her
stocking tops. She left the banquet table and went into
the next room. Sul followed her out to the kitchen when
Marcel was distracted. As they disappeared into the
other room, Marcel caught them laughing together. His
wife's voice seemed husk, her laugh somewhat nervous.
When they had gone out to the kitchen, Sul had come on
to her telling her bluntly that he wanted to fuck her
cute little arse and touching her intimately. She had
been shocked by this but still the roughness had caused
her to respond. Her husband always a gentleman in and
out of bed, had never talked to her or felt her the way
Sul had. This was new and exciting.
'I adore you and if you tell me that you cannot return
my feelings I will disappear from your life forever.'
He said.
'I think you are a dissolute and unfaithful person.
What about your wife?' She reproached.
'I am neither. There is no woman in Rome whose beauty
can rival yours in my eyes,' he replied. She was
flattered by the compliment even if it were a lie, but
responded: 'Then you are bound to be unhappy for I can
never be yours.' Her cheeks blushed with embarrassment.
As she turned around to leave, he placed himself in
front of her, blocking her escape.
'Sul! Stop it! Are you crazy?' She protested, but she
was also keeping her voice low. Far from it, Sul had
pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock. He grabbed her to
steel a fleeting but passionate kiss on the lips. She
could feel his dick get hard beneath her. The
excitement of knowing that this guy was a stranger...
and knowing that her husband could walk out at ANY
moment was a thrill. She had been pretty wild before
she got married, but she had done NOTHING even remotely
close to this.
'Let me just have one kiss, my love. Just one kiss,'
he told her giving her a peck on the mouth and pressing
her body against his chest. He pinned her up against a
the wall as they kissed deeply, all the time his hard
cock was pushing against her mound.
She quickly moved back, breathing heavily, turned her
head away confused and angry at herself.
'I cannot hide the pleasure I felt upon beholding your
half exposed thigh earlier.' He admitted. She blushed.
Her pussy was on fire. His hands roamed over her body
as he held her tight. His hand went under her skirt and
his fingers groped and dug between her legs and slid
into her wet pussy. She moaned with pleasure. Sul was
behind her with his hands around her massaging her tits
while he was grinding his groin against her arse. She
had her head thrown back and was grinding back her
hips. She definitely was enjoying what he was doing and
was oblivious to anyone was watching. Pulling up her
skirt Sul tried to slide that wonderful dick into her
already hot, wet cunt. His cock was so hard and big,
that he could not maneuver it out of his zipper. He had
to unbuckle his pants.
'Are you all right, dear?' Marcel called out from the
next room.
'I'm fine, really. Just a bit out of breath.' She
replied, gasping and biting her lips so as not to cry
out with pleasure. Marcel found Livilla strangely tense
but unquestioningly accepted her reply without further
explanation. Little did he know Sul was caressing her
intimately, sinking his fingers into her quivering and
steamy mound as she spoke and trying to insert his cock
into her. She was so turned on by the situation that
she nearly climaxed there and then but managed to
regain control of her senses. She quickly changed
position, asking him gently to respect her. He begged
her forgiveness. He tried to hold her tightly against
him but she wriggled out of his grip and moved away at
the decisive moment, laughing gently.
'Please,' he insisted, 'let me share my ecstasy and
pleasure with you, my love. I live to die in your
hands, to enter your forbidden paradise, to loose
myself in your sweet forest of life. Can you not feel
me burn with desire?'
She looked at him straight in the eyes and said, 'I do
like you, but you know I cannot. You must love me like
I love you, from afar.' She replied.
'You are wrong. You cannot love me without the hope of
fulfilment or you would be mad to desire me. You must
be mine. How can you not want to let nature take its
course? I promise you that you will know love as you
have never known it before. I can assure you that once
we have enjoyed intercourse together our bond will grow
even stronger.'
He thought he saw her resolve waver moment.
'I do find you pleasant but you must control yourself.
My husband is in the other room...'
She moved to go. He gently but firmly pressed her hand
as she left the kitchen. A little later, Livilla
straightened her skirt and took Sul by the hand: 'I
really can't believe that happened. It was great, but I
can't believe I just cheated on my husband! We better
get back to the living room before they notice our
absence.'
The moment of intimacy only served to create a tighter
bond between them.
Sul tried to hide and control his emotions until a
more appropriate moment presented itself. He was sure
that she would reward his tenderness, devotion and
attentions with the fullness of time. Marcel had looked
on disapprovingly as the two had spoken and behaved
with undue familiarity. Sul had teased her about her
fondness for mice and the thing had degenerated. They
had played jestfully and he had pinched her under the
arm and tickled her.
'You beast, stop it.' She had protested, giggling.
He however continued tickling her with shameful
familiarity. She laughed and she curled up to protect
herself from him. Marcel noticed that at one moment
Sul's hand inadvertently had stroked her breast.
'Time to eat.' Interrupted Anastasia.
'That's enough now. Lets be serious.' She said,
sitting up and straightening herself. At the table, she
secretly and teasingly uncovered her thighs by crossing
and uncrossing her legs provocatively. When later he
had kissed her on the neck discretely when Marcel
attention was distracted, she had only smiled and
pushed him gently away this time. It was clear that Sul
was either hiding a pair of socks in his pants or he
liked Livilla. Shifting his gaze back to Livilla it was
clear to Marcel that she found Sul attractive. From
where he sat he could see right up the leg opening of
her shorts to her pink pussy lips. He was sure that Sul
was being treated to the same view up the other leg.
Marcel also realized that her tee shirt left little to
the imagination. Hell he could even see the color of
her areola and nipples. They talked about Marcel's job.
'I have to go on a journey again to get some supplies,
I'm afraid.' He concluded regretfully.
'You are always travelling, darling.' She sighed.
'Don't worry, I'll take care of your wife while you
are gone.' Said Sul staring at Livilla squarely in the
eyes and seeming to examine her in minute detail as if
she stood naked before him until she flushed in
embarrassment. He chuckled dirtily. They all laughed,
Livilla's voice high and too shrill, Marcel pretending
to be amused. 'I can come round and take advantage of
her availability in your absence,' he added, half-
serious, half-jokingly. 'She needs someone to keep her
company.'
Discretely he had laid his hand on her leg under the
table, pulled up the hem of her skirt. He slipped his
hand under her dress and stroked her thigh. She so
worked up that her panties were soaked and her nipples
hard and erect. Her brain had told her to cry out or to
struggle, but the words of protest had died on her lips
before they were pronounced and her resistance had been
half-hearted. Her face had turned red and she had bit
her upper lip, but she had not protested. She could
feel her pussy beginning to moisten, and she became
embarrassed again. The young wife looked down, to keep
the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her heart
skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. She
was ashamed from the way she was reacting.
Emboldened Sul's hand roamed over her steamy bushy
mound. Without a word, she gently parted her legs as
wide as her skirt would allow providing him free access
to her wet pussy and encouraging his hand to run
further up her thigh. She had let his fingers roam over
her femininity unhindered. His little finger had
enthusiastically rubbed her stiff clitoris sending
fantastic sensations down her spine. She had briefly
closed her eyes, swaying under the caress. His hand had
then moved down her cuntal furrow and sensuously played
with her pussy's lips. She had opened her legs as far
as her tight mini skirt would permit in to part her
thighs for the delightful caress.
She had not protested when his exploring forefinger
had moved aside the top folds of vaginal lips and
insinuated itself into and dishonoured the chaste
sleeve that no other male had yet profaned. Her pulse
had raced with excitement and she had jumped, winced
and bit her lips silently so as not to cry out. His
finger had slipped inside her pussy, and Livilla let
out a soft whimper. She felt him start to probe and
poke, touching those private areas that brought
pleasure. Discretely, she responded to his delicate
ministrations, swivelling her groin around his finger.
Her face was flushed with shame and arousal. Her legs
spread further apart as Sul's hand crept up her thigh
and under her skirt. Sul's hand was now slowly moving
up one thigh, under her skirt, across her mound, down
the other thigh and back again. Her hips began to rise
as his hand traversed under her skirt. He quickly
nibbled on her ear and whispered to her about how
turned on he was getting. Livilla reached down and
gently grasped Sul's hand and brought it straight up
between her legs to her pussy. She spread her legs a
little more, rubbing Sul's crotch with her right calf.
She pulled the front of her skirt up to her waist
leaving her completely exposed. Sul's fingers were
stroking in and out of her vagina and her hips were
moving in earnest now.
She wanted to moan as his finger moved in and out of
her quivering hole but she dared not. Making sure no
one was watching, she had raised her knees and parted
her thighs under the table, giving his hand greater
access to her. She could not believe that he was
discretely finger fucking her under the table a bare
two feet away from her unsuspecting husband. She was so
wet with excitement it was unbelievable. Here she was,
half naked, getting finger fucked by her guest in
public.
Sul had increased the rhythm of his spearing
penetrations, his thumb rasping frenziedly across her
trembling clitoris. Her body had seemed ready to
explode in a shattering orgasm. Only then did he
release his grip on her little animal, leaving her
gasping and unfulfilled. She bit her lip so as not to
cry out with frustration.
That evening, she was quite aroused from her
experience. She fucked her husband well. The young
couple made love passionately, loudly, and wildly.
Marcel forced his prick to the hilt, then began
pounding her cunt ferociously. Her breasts bounced with
each thrust. He held her at the waist, and drove his
cock into her with force and speed. After, they drifted
into sleep as their naked bodies clung to one another.
When Sul left them, his imagination was inflamed by
the taste of what he had experienced. Little did she
know that her husband had been inflaming Sul's interest
in her, telling him that Livilla had a weak spot for
him, that she found him very charming and attractive.
At first, Sul had been surprised by the unashamed
boldness of her stare and her expression that seemed to
convey both innocence and provocation, but he had
slowly let his doubts and fears be overcome be Marcel's
confidence and tacit and silent encouragement. Their
relationship grew hardy from his lack of disapproval.
They began to flirt openly, with Livilla lavishing her
undisguised affection on Sul. Marcel had not interfered
when she fawned herself onto him, laughing and falling
into his arms playfully. At night she would dream she
was making love to Sul when she was making love to her
husband.
'Have you had sex with him yet?' He asked her one
evening. His voice calm.
'No! Well, not really... not real sex. You know what I
mean, vaginal penetration...' She replied, embarrassed.
Marcel felt that she was ripe and ready to take the
next step and determined to move things on.
The previous week Marcel had bought her some sexy
lingerie and a couple of provocatively vulgar outfits.
The type of clothes a whore wear to pick up customers
on a street corner. She had examined them with a smirk
of distaste and curiosity and asked, 'You don't expect
me wear these, do you?'
'Aren't they just outrageous?' He responded.
Marcel had argued that they would suit her, that she
would look real sexy in them. He told her to keep them
for a special occasion. She had listened doubtfully
then reluctantly put them away in her wardrobe. She had
forgotten about them until Marcel handed her one of the
outfits.
'Model this,' he said softly but firmly, kissing her
briefly on the lips.
She hesitated a moment, then began to dress in an
extremely short, skimpy and revealing tight vulgar
black leather skirt, a clinging cotton top, high heels
and black fishnet stockings. She stood in front of him
smiling at him sweetly, wearing the very tiny mini-
skirt of thin, stretchy material that clung to her hips
and barely covered your pussy. Her matching half-top
clearly showed the outlines of her nipples, and it was
quite low cut, giving her husband an ample view of her
breasts.
'Here,' he said, handing her the bright red lipstick.
She looked at him in the eyes, then slowly applied the
tube to the tip on her lips.
As he watched her, Marcel felt his tool grow hard and
erect. This was the finishing touch. Dressed sexily
like that she could attract cocks like a bitch in heat.
She was irresistibly desirable. He had a hard on just
looking at her. He was so proud of her, he would be the
envy of Rome.
He put his arms around her waist and slipped a hand up
her skirt in front. He was surprised a moment to feel
that she wasn't wearing any panties but even more
surprised to feel her bare sex; she had shaved her
pussy. Another wild idea of that whore, Sara most
probably. He deliberately began to masturbate her,
stroking her slowly and feeling her body quiver with
excitement. Her cheeks were flushed as he brushed his
lips teasingly over hers and felt her passionately
respond, her tongue darting into his mouth. He broke
off the kiss suddenly, leaving her vibrant and
unfulfilled, and said, 'Lets go.'
They had gone over to Sul's. Livilla had become a
little tipsy on the Champagne and was laughing and
fooling around with Sul. Anastasia was still at her
father's and had not yet returned.
'I want a few minutes with you. If only you could rid
of that boring husband of yours.' Sul had whispered to
her. She had suddenly turned to Marcel and said, 'I
really need some bread. Why don't you just pop out and
get me some, dear.'
'Can't it wait till tomorrow?' Groaned Marcel, with
annoyance.
'Not really. You must get it now before the shops
close. I'll wait here for you with Sul. Don't forget to
close the door behind you.'
Marcel had grumbled but reluctantly agreed. He left,
closing the door. A quarter of an hour later, he
returned and knocked on the door. He had to knock
several times to get an answer. His wife had opened,
straightening her creased dress. Her hair was in a
tangle, her lipstick smeared on one side.
'That was quick,' she said abruptly. She had acted
annoyed impatient and quick-tempered the rest of the
evening.
They exchanged long significant looks. When Marcel had
left them alone, Sul had reached for her thigh and
squeezed.
Her heart beat wildly and erratically. Her body was
burning with desire for him. She felt a lump in her
throat. She sat up close to him, moving her body and
hips in an unconsciously seductive and enticing manner.
An aura of voluptuous sensuality seemed to envelop her.
She had stared him squarely in the eyes then kissed her
fully on the lips. Then there was silence.
'I'm married.'
'Yes, I understand. But your husband, he wants us to
do this.'
'I can't.'
His hand disappeared up her leg. It was the first time
she had allowed him to touch, fondle and kiss her so
openly. Slowly their tongues explored each other's
mouths; the way new lovers kiss. It was immensely
enjoyable. She looked him in the eyes.
'Surely there could be no harm in her just playing
around a bit,' she thought guiltily. 'Nothing serious
had happened yet,' she told herself reassuringly. 'She
could always call the whole thing off.'
Parting the hem of her panties, his fingers dug into
her soft folds of flesh. Her lips trembled. She had
hurriedly reached out and extracted his large stiff
erection and her eyes shone with desire and delight.
She began to pump it to help it grow even harder.
'You're lovely...' Gasped Sul.
They kissed open mouthed and her pointed tongue avidly
explored his mouth and their juices mingled as they
kissed passionately.
'I want you, now. Before my husband gets back,' she
gasped.
She had kissed him passionately pulling him down on
top of her and wrapping her stockinged legs around him.
She quickly inserted the swollen tip of his sex into
her sleeve and thrust her loins at him. The tool sunk
firmly into her flesh. Sul had a big cock and he
usually had to slowly work it in a little at a time.
Mrs. Cornelius just spread those great legs of hers and
gasped as he entered her with one long, slow, stroke.
'Oh no!' She groaned as she squirmed with pleasure and
wrapped her legs around him, her whole body trembling
with delight. It felt as if she was being screwed by a
horse.
She was thrilled. She felt herself overwhelmed with
such lewd lust and desire that without further pretence
or inhibitions, she threw herself at him and they
screwed hard and fast, going at it like animals to take
advantage of her husband's short absence. Finally they
disentangled from each other, sore and partially
satiated.
First of all it was the little changes and clues that
he would have missed if he had not been paying
attention to. Like the way she did her hair, the change
in perfume and the clothes. The little lies and
unexplained absences. Marcel noticed that Livilla
seemed aloof and a bit withdrawn. She was not terribly
interested in their sex life any more. He checked out
her dirty underwear and found that a couple of the pair
of panties were pretty crusty. Then he noticed a couple
of little bruises on her neck and all of a sudden she
was trying new in. It confirmed to him that his wife
was fucking someone else. He was convinced me that she
was cheating on him with Sul.
She started going out in the evening on one excuse or
another. She would return flushed from the excitement
of her intense encounters and think back and count the
hours since she had last seen her lover. Marcel would
lay awake waiting for her until the early hours of the
morning until he heard her come into the house. He
would remain quiet so that she would think he was
asleep. Marcel quietly watched as she stripped off her
clothes. He was hoping that he would see some sign that
would tell him that she had not had sex. When she
removed her skirt and slip he saw what he had hoped
that he wouldn't see. His wife wasn't wearing any
panties. As she continued undressing he thought he
could briefly glimpse the drying cum in her pubic hair.
Marcel was angry and jealous and a little aroused. But
mostly he was confused. Finally he drifted off to
sleep.
To the outside, she seemed to blossom like a flower.
She was cheerful, her face was radiant, her clothes new
and daring and her temperament spirited fiery and
ardent. Marcel was surprised and happy at the change
that seemed to have come over her and did not stop to
question it. Little did he realise that her new found
ecstasy was the consequence of her having tasted a
delicious forbidden fruit and that beneath her
tenderness, her gentle words and kisses a veil of
carnal lust had appeared.
One evening he had watched her dress to go out 'to
meet a friend' in barely concealed frustration and
jealousy. She spent about twenty minutes on her makeup
then she got up and slowly began to dress in her sexy
underclothes. It was better that watching any stripper
he had ever seen. She started by putting on a pair of
black fish net stockings which she held up with a black
garter belt with a red ribbon trim. Next she put on a
pair of very sheer black silk panties followed be a
matching black silk bra.
Standing there like that she looked so sexy Marcel had
difficulty breathing. After that she went into her
closet. When she came out she was wearing a very short
white cocktail dress. I could almost see the outline of
her black panties through the dress. The odd thing was
that when she put the dress on covering up the garter
belt and her bra and panties it made her look even
hotter that she did before. Finally she sat down and
started brushing her hair.
Marcel told her that she looked fantastic. Showing no
embarrassment she thanked him for the complement. She
then went on to tell to fix up his own dinner as she
would be out late again.
Chapter IV Prostitutes of Rome
After Marcel's appointment as Tribune of the Urban
Legion, he had insisted that they move out temporarily
to one of his residences in the suburbs. It was to be
for a short period only, until he was settled into the
new job. The property was a large country villa which
Polyphobe had bought to hold certain special parties.
Marcel had taken a fancy to the place and now it was
mostly used for his personal convenience. Livilla had
been annoyed to have to move further away from her
lover, Sul and had tried to find every excuse to
remain. In the end, she had had to resign herself to
the fact and work instead at inventing valid excuses
for sneaking off to Rome.
When they moved in, most of the girls that had been
living there were moved to another house. All except
for Sara that was, one of Marcel's best girls who was
now mainly involved in the administration of the
business. She would be staying with them a couple of
months until a suitable alternative could be found.
Livilla had strongly objected to this arrangement,
however temporary. She disapproved of the prostitute's
presence and refused to have anything to do with her.
She hated Marcel's business interests and was disgusted
to have to associate with any of his working girls, or
'whores' as she preferred to call them. She resolved to
ignore her completely.
Sara had been extremely kind and considerate towards
Livilla, in spite of her coldness and Livilla had
grudgingly come to accept her quiet presence. In the
day, Sara worked hard on the bookkeeping but as evening
came, she would entertain a steady stream of male
visitors. Livilla was shocked yet intrigued by her
activities. Although the whole thing disgusted her, it
aroused her interest. As time passed she got to know
Sara a little better and one day got talking to her
about her profession.
'Do you like doing what you do?' She asked.
'I've always liked figures,' replied Sara.
'No, I mean prostitution. Don't you feel that it is
ugly and degrading?'
'It's a job,' replied Sara with a shrug. 'The oldest
job in the world, so there must be something to it. No,
I don't find it ugly or degrading. In fact, I'm quite
proud of what I do. I do my job well and take pride and
pleasure in doing it. I think of myself more as an
artist than as a prostitute. I don't really care much
what people think or say. Most of it is based on
preconceived ideas and ignorance of the facts. I never
have to go with people I don't want to go with anymore
you know, or do anything I don't want to do. I have
earned the freedom to come and go as I want, to choose
my partner. If I don't like him, I don't go with him.
One quickly gets to like it, you know. Even you don't
enjoy that kind of freedom.'
Marcel had acquired Sara in Rome's major slave market
as he had done many of his exotic creatures. Every time
there was fighting on the frontiers or a major military
expedition captured slaves would flow into the capital
to be sold to the highest bidding citizen. Slaves in
better physical condition tended to be purchased by
rich patricians, especially the eunuchs, or even by the
state. Prettier women however were often fought over by
the whorehouses.
The more attractive women were separated from the
rest, regardless of condition. Virgins ('intacta') were
much prized and bidded for separately. That they may
have been a local princess in their previous homeland
seemed to count for little, unless there was a
political advantage to be gained of course. Then the
Emperor would use them as hostages, cultivating and
Romanising them, but keeping them in reserve as
guarantees of good behaviour for their parents and
their homeland.
Not all the slave women and children were captured by
soldiers during raids and sold into slavery. Many of
the female slaves, especially the younger ones were
exposed as babies by their parents who had no use for a
girl child. Two out of three born were girls. This lead
to rich pastures in this area. Others were ravished by
pirates near the coast during the night. These cut-
throats often preyed on unarmed or defenceless
citizens.
Female slaves would be bought in lots very young. The
art of selecting the ones that will be beautiful in
womanhood was not given to all. A female slave's price
depended on her looks and her health alone. The sale
took place by exposing them naked to buyers who would
often prod them and examine their teeth before the
bidding began. If the poor woman dared resist or
shamefully try to cover her naked body she was harshly
beaten. As in most auctions, the frantic bidding was
spurred on by the slick strong voice of the auctioneer
who managed to find some unique attribute or reason
that made each piece of merchandise either appear as
highly desirable or as the long awaited bargain. A good
auctioneer would know how to stir up emotions, how to
provoke rivalry in bidding, how to build the tension or
amuse the crowd.
Sara had been abducted by marauding pirates raiding
the coasts of southern France nearly eight years ago
now. She still remembered that day when, walking along
the cliff road on her way back from the village a party
of slavers had waylaid her. She had been quickly
overwhelmed, bound and gagged, then thrown into the
galley with a collection of other victims. Three weeks
later she was sold as a pleasure slave in Rome.
Sara had been purchased at auction by Polyphobe for
3,000 sestertii after some bidding. Naturally the
prettiest girls were the object of the fiercest
competition and when the bidding closed they were all
sold. The uglier ones were shipped to work the brothels
near the port. Although most of the prostitutes were
forced into their profession by hunger, the slave trade
also supplied merchandise in bulk in an organised
trade. For Sara, typical of the other young and good
looking pleasure slaves destined to become courtesans,
she had first been broken then undergone intense
training in the art of seduction and entertainment.
It was in those first moments when the girl was still
in shock, emotionally vulnerable and exposed to fate
that under the guise of protecting them the lenos could
easily prey on them. Slowly, the leno would work on
their mind and body, gently introducing them into the
oldest profession on Earth: the skin trade. At first,
the leno would shelter them, feed them. Then they would
mirror the advantages and luxuries they could easily
attain. They would also be shown the alternative reward
for disobedience: beating, corporal punishment, hunger,
starvation and repeated rape.
Their innocence would be quickly lost as they were
made to have intercourse against their will with people
they were not even attracted to. If their leno was
kind, he might even do them a favour and give them a
few easy clients at first to make the transition easier
for them. They would nevertheless soon become unclean
and impure by the very act they were engaged in. Once
the shock had worn off it would become easier to do it
again, as if someone else was doing it and they would
find their bodies soiled and stained beyond repair,
like spoilt goods as they were quickly and repeatedly
dishonoured, defiled and abused.
Like with everything, they would eventually grow used
to it and accept their fate. Unwilling to do without
their position and material wealth so easily gained by
spreading their legs, they would inevitably be
transformed into women of pleasure and ill-repute,
whores, tarts to be sold for a few coins in exchange
for the use of their body for obscene fornication.
While on the outside they would have to become
emotionally cold and indifferent, on the inside the
constant desecration of their body, the turpitude and
perversion would corrupt them. They would become
morally rotten and debauch, sinfully corrupted, their
soul forever damned to a life of vice from which there
was no escape.
In ancient Rome, this journey into hell began for Sara
after she had been conducted to a back-street tavern in
Subura. At first they had locked her up and beaten her.
Terrorised, she would lay down crying and hungry in her
room. When she had finally agreed to downstairs into
the tavern and serve, she had been cleaned up, given a
simple but revealing dress and lead to her first
client.
The leno, a small scar-faced Greek, had introduced her
to one of the patrons. A denares had quickly changed
hands and with a couple of words. The leno had laughed
and encouraged his customer. Turning to Sara, he had
instructed harshly: 'Suck his cock bitch: He has paid
good silver for you.'
Grabbing her by the hair, he had forced her to kneel
down in front of the fat merchant. Bending under the
table, she extracted his thick penis from his trousers
and the leno had shoved her face between his legs. She
had taken the stubby instrument between her lips and
had reluctantly begun to suck it. The leno had angrily
hit her with his stick.
'Suck it better than that, whore. I want to see him
come quickly in your mouth or you know what awaits
you...' He threatened.
She shivered with fear. She had been beaten enough to
know that she did not want to go back to her room for
more punishment under any circumstances. She begun to
lick and suck feverishly on the stem until the man
came. He ejaculated with a grunt in her face. She moved
back quickly, hid her face in her hands and began to
sob. Enraged, the leno beat her over and over again
with his stick then dragged her back to her room. He
had instructed that she be drugged then raped her
repeatedly, in the most degrading manner as punishment
until they she no longer cared nor knew what they were
doing to her body.
After that the leno had stolen her virginity by
breaking her hymen with his dirty pizzle, he had
invited two men to mount her. They had pumped at her
vagina together until they came, stretching her womb to
the limits. The next day a woman had given her a
cunnilingus while her husband sodomised her. Most of
the time she was just thrown onto the bed, strapped
down and customers would take their turn relieving
themselves in her cunt or in her arse. Soon she was
broken, fearful, ready and obedient doing anything she
was told.
She worked the taverna. One of the regular customers,
a slave called Fabius, had unzipped his pants and
hauled out his cock. He kind of cupped his hands around
it, and at a glance it looked like he just had his hand
cupped in his lap. Around the corner came Sara. Quickly
and unexpectedly, he reached out and pulled her into
his lap. She did not see his cock before landed and to
sit on his lap. As she was dropping to his lap, his
hands pulled her dress up in the back and she sat down.
Talk about a perfect aim. The look on her face was
incredible. Her eyes got the size of hubcaps as Fabius
held her in place with his hands on her hips. She
immediately tried to jump off his cock which was now in
her cunt. But every time she tried to get up he would
pull her back and say 'wait a moment.'
Sara was doing everything she could to get off the
man's cock. She did not want to make a scene in front
of the rest of the customers and her leno and she did
not think the other girls knew about what Fabius was
doing. All of her jostling about and her attempts to
get up merely succeeded in her raising up and sitting
down and up and down and so on and so forth. Fabius's
eyes kind of rolled back in his head and he pulled her
onto his cock finally and held her firmly there. He was
pumping his cum into her. Sara's eyes were looking back
and forth like she was looking for an escape route.
Most of the other guys knew what was going on and were
watching intently. The other women now were laughing
and giggling and playing with their customers.
Finally, I Fabius's hands dropped from Sara's waist.
She realised that he had filled her with cum. A few
moments Sara got up and walked around in a sort of
trance. She worked the tavern, inviting the more
generous customers up to her private room where she
would have sex with them for money. 'Now that wasn't
bad, was it?' Said the leno, sneering after she had
satisfied her first real customer. She had felt
disgusted with herself but had replied,' He was
handsome, quick and paid well. I cannot complain. Go
wash yourself, there is more work for you to do.' She
soon discovered that not only did she no longer care,
but she was adapting to her job like the other girls
and even starting to take professional pride in her
work. As long as it was straight sex or a little kinky
and she was paid, she was content.
Some customers quietly glanced at her with disguised
interest while others would boldly examine her through
her clinging dress. She had noticed one man staring her
up and down, fixing her bare legs with lust as she sat
at the bar. When he had invited her over for a drink
she had accepted. They had chatted for a moment. She
had crossed her legs. His hand had boldly rested on her
knee with shocking familiarity and it had slowly
slipped under the hem of her skirt. She looked about,
uneasy. A couple of the other customers had seen them,
watching out of the corner of their eyes.
He looked over at her. He could see her crotch barely
covered by her little g-string panties.
'Feeling a little horny are we?' She said smiling at
him professionally.
She opened her legs provocatively letting the stranger
slide his hand right up her skirt. His fingers reached
between her thighs and kneaded her sex, taking her
pubes fully into his hand. She emptied her glass and
felt the alcohol take effect. As his fingers played
with her clit, she reached under the table and fondled
his penis through his trousers. She massaged his cock
through his trousers and then as he dug into her
sheath, she released his erection and automatically
began to masturbate him. After a moment he came and
wiped himself with the serviette. He paid her and
quickly left the bar.
The next evening she had experienced an animal
attraction for one of the men in the tavern. After a
couple of drinks with the tall handsome stranger, she
had lead him up to her room and had given herself to
him in exchange for a gold coin. They had made love
frantically for several hours.
As she descended into the world of prostitution, she
had lost all sense of direction. Like the other girls,
she had been ready to blindly obey and hand over all
her earnings to her master. She had been more fortunate
than some. She had not worked the streets, she had
become 'lupanar' and had sold herself in a well-
organised brothel where, like the other women, she had
had a price on her door and an occupied sign. As she
was good, she became a renowned and desired courtesan
and had been sent to Marcel's most prized establishment
on the Aventine.
The tavern became a brothel at night. The place was
dark and smoky. Scantily clothed whores waited on
tables or sat around drinking with customers, waiting
dressed in vulgar costumes which revealed their large
hanging breasts or a glimpse of shaven pussy. One
prostitute wearing an Egyptian wig walked past Sara and
into the other room. She was completely naked but she
did not seem to notice it. She was totally uninhibited
and shameless.
Others posed provocative and indecent, making explicit
inviting gestures to the new arrivals to stimulate the
patrons to pay for intercourse and enjoy the pleasures
of the flesh. Day in day out they sold their bodies and
engaged in promiscuous sex until the bitches had been
used and abused so many times and in so many different
postures that they no longer felt anything except the
occasional depraved orgasm of pure sexual enjoyment
when a more talented stranger quickly mounted them and
emptied his spunk into their loins.
Marcel who owned the place occasionally visited both
for business and for pleasure. He liked those lewd
insatiable sluts who would do anything as long as one
paid them the right price. He could make them come
screaming with unclean salacious bliss as he sodomised
them alone or promiscuously with his friends. Many of
these immoral wenches enjoyed it and freely abandoned
themselves to this dirty unnatural vice and perverse
and turpid pleasure. In fact, they found it absolutely
natural and thought nothing of getting soiled by a
dirty cock stuck up their arse. Marcel and Sara had
been together several times and struck an instant bond.
By then she was already an experienced hand.
Marcel would touch her, embrace her in a vulgar open
mouthed kiss as she fondled his cock and masturbated
him until he was hard and erect. Then they would
undress and he would grab her by the thighs and shag
her like a sordid fornicating tart. Anxious to please,
she would dress provocatively to wet the appetite and
attract men to her body give. Sara liked giving men a
hard on so they would want to pay for her body and get
her to open her legs and get their cock wedged in her
cunt. She would finger fuck herself and masturbate to
ensure she enjoyed it.
Sara had come a long way since those early years. She
was now more bitter about life, but grateful and
jealous of her condition of relative luxury and her
powerful position as principal concubine of Marcel.
At first Sara had been a little jealous of his current
mistress, a magnificent black Numbian whore. Marcel
would visit her whenever he felt like degrading himself
and her. She had a marvellously proportioned and
slender black figure but a strong typical black
poignant odour. The last time he had visited her, he
had run his hands down her back and delicately caressed
her curved hips. She had turned and looked up at him,
her voluptuous full red lips smiling and her eyes
glimmering with animal magnetism. They had kissed mouth
to mouth then she had bent, parted her vaginal lips
with her middle and fore fingers and gestured him to
enter her from the rear. He had taken her by the hips
and thrust his hard chopper onto her wet cleft.
When he had withdrawn the tool, shinning with her
secretions and pushed it into her arse she had groaned
with bliss. She had bitten her lips and looked up at
him with anger, submission and pleasure as he had gone
in and out of her arsehole in slow long movements. She
had masturbated her clitoris frantically. As he
realised she was approaching an orgasm he had quickly
accelerated and come moments after her, bursting forth
in her rectum.
'You marvellous pig...' She had groaned as he
ejaculated. They had kissed and lay together for a
moment before she had got up and dressed.
When Sara had initially entered Marcel's personal
household she had been trained as a body servant. She
was responsible for looking after Marcel's physical
needs in all ways and since she understood exactly what
this could bring her and she genuinely felt loyalty and
obedience for her master, she went about her duties
with zeal and talent. Many fond memories could be
evoked of how she had greeted him, weary from his
travels or duties and had bathed him, then given him a
long massage before encouraging him to take her in
varied positions and reach new sensual heights with her
insatiable little pants of 'fuck me, yes harder' until
he emptied his sperm in her welcoming loins. She could
proudly boast that her master buried his cock in her
sleeve more often than any other woman, his wife
included.
Livilla said, 'How can you look people in the face, or
ever be taken seriously again? Who could ever respect
you or want to marry you?'
Sara laughed. 'You are innocent and so naive.'
Livilla frowned.
'Marriage to such a nice wealthy catch would be
impossible. A prostitute cannot marry a patrician under
roman law. The same applies to actresses and
innkeepers' daughters. Anyway, there are no advantages
to the situation apart from guarantees for the
children. A Roman wife is completely under her
husband's legal tutelage and I could not stand that. I
have been asked in marriage by many men of lesser
station but I am too intelligent to accept. I want to
be free. I have a nice body and live to share with
those who can afford it. There are to many things to
enjoy in life still without being chained to one man. I
am still young, too young to reserve myself exclusively
for one lover.
'Anyway, I would quickly tire of one man and get
awfully bored. No, prostitution makes a woman out of
you. It's good to widen your horizon. Experience,
that's what a man looks for; a woman who is really able
to pleasure him. Anyway, it widens your horizon and you
get to meet many interesting people. As for respect,
there are many married and respectable women that have
innumerable gallants and do it free. There are many in
our ranks also. Their husbands are none the wiser. It
supplements their income. As long as they respect their
husband sufficiently not to become pregnant by another
who cares? No harm is done. It's purely physical,' said
Sara.
Livilla was shocked: 'You don't mean that...' She
choked.
'Of course!' Exclaimed Sara. 'As long as there are men
there will be prostitutes. Women have been doing it for
ages. All kind of women, even the Emperor's wife has
her price! I do and I'm sure you do too.'
Livilla was shocked and angry at her suggestion.
'Don't be ridiculous,' she said. 'Nothing could make
me do it if I didn't want to.'
'Yes, but what if the man was attractive and offered
you say, ten thousand sestertii,' she insisted.
'You must be kidding; No one would give so much! Why,
I would most probably refuse,' snorted Livilla.
'Your body is a tradable commodity to be bought and
sold. Many people would pay for the privilege of using
it. Even such astronomical prices. What if he offered
one hundred thousand?'
'He would be mad to do so!' She declared
categorically.
'Yes, but what if he did?' Sara insisted.
'Hum I might think about it,' admitted Livilla
reluctantly.
'Ah! You see,' said Sara. 'The only difference between
us is price! If I can do it, so can you. Why not make
them pay for the privilege of sticking their cock in
you? I mean, it is work. Who does things for free these
days? They make you deserve every penny.'
'I would never do anything to hurt my husband. I love
him, that is enough for me,' countered Livilla.
'Who was talking about love. Love and sex are two
different things. I admire your love for Marcel. I too
am quite fond of him. He does not own you does he? Your
body is yours to do with as you please. You can do what
you want with who you want where you want and besides,
sex is a purely physical matter. No emotions are
involved.'
Livilla consented, but argued: 'Yes, but what about
trust in marriage? I want to be faithful, respectable
and honourable.'
'Yes, but who is? Have you ever desired another man,
even in your thoughts or even been to bed with someone
else?' Asked Sara.
Livilla flushed.
'I know you have and you liked it, didn't you, admit
it. You like men too. You like to be admired by other
men. You like them to desire you, perhaps feel and
fondle you discretely before slipping away for some
mutual satisfaction? Why shouldn't you! This stuff
about exclusive rights is nonsense. Sex is good for a
woman and you should act out all your wildest fantasies
or you will live to regret it.'
'Yes, but what I did is not the same. The only other
time I went with a man Marcel knew about it and wanted
it,' she responded.
'Don't you think he knows about me, as well. I think
he put me here to teach you about life. I am sure he
would only want what is best for you. You would then be
able to teach him new things. It would make you are
more exciting and desirable wife. As for this rubbish
about trust, I thought it was two ways. He's doing it
too. I saw him with Sabina just the other day at it in
the toilets. If you're unfaithful to him, he deserves
it. He's too stupid and confident.' 'I guess you're
right,' admitted Livilla reluctantly. 'Sex with the
same man all the time can be monotonous and Marcel can
be suffocating at times.'
She too had often longed for something new and
different. She had often sought the excitement of
change, or of a new thrill. It had always been with
Marcel's guidance and direction, to please him, even
her affair with Sul, in sort of a way. She had never
even had to be discrete. Obviously, if she tried this
out one day, he did not need to know or should he? You
were only young once, after all. How could she know
what she was missing until she found out? She was
curious despite herself and even jealous of Sara for
her freedom. If she could do it, why not her too? The
idea of receiving a strange cock in her frightened and
aroused her. For a moment she fantasised about being a
tarty whore with a pimp. She would hate it but would
not help but enjoy the sex. She would be disgusted by
the punters and feel that she was betraying herself by
enjoying it. The more she would try not to respond, the
more she would enjoy it, she thought frustrated.
'Don't you have to do things you don't want to do,
though?' She asked.
'Of course not. You say what goes,' replied Sara.
Livilla liked the sound of that.
'It just seems so dirty. The diseases...' She
protested all the same.
'Not in this day and age. The doctors have cures for
everything today. You can use a sponge so as not to get
pregnant. You think it over and we'll discuss it
another time.'
Livilla nodded. She agreed in principle but was not
fully convinced. Perhaps she would have a sterilisation
operation, she thought distractedly. After all children
would ruin her health beauty and sex life.
Livilla found life in the country boring, especially
since her centre of interest lay elsewhere. There sex
had not declined however and Marcel had been blown away
at her new skills in lovemaking. Where had she learned
this? Who had taught her? Who had she practiced on? How
big must he have been, if she could take me so easily?
Nothing was as it should. She viewed the travelling as
a nuisance, the housework as tedious and the gardening
fit only for slaves. Therefore, without realising it,
she took her unhappiness out on her husband, often
scoring him without reason, becoming vexed over trivial
matters and driving back his tender advances with a
tired half-smile of contempt. The more she became
involved with her lover, the more she found her husband
with his outdated values exasperating and annoying and
so furiously rejected him.
During those long lonely days, she often sat and
wondered whether all her love consumed, like the ashes
of a dying flame and whether she would forever be
confined to this gloomy existence with its endless
repetition and no a hope of change. She ached for the
thrills, excitement and the pleasures of Rome and
regretted her old home. Forgotten was the smell, the
people, the dust, the congestion of the tiny streets
where stores invaded the roads, the scheming of the
politicians and their bound followers. Only the morbid,
idealised fascination remained. The world she longed
for had no low lands humid with the stench of fever nor
squalid docks whose very existence the Tiber would be
forced to periodically clean away. Only emotions,
feeling and desire.
One timely but brief respite came when they were
invited to Agrippina's for a wife swapping party. She
had suggested it to Marcel as a means to widen their
experience, savour a new modern sensations together and
get to know more people. It couldn't be that bad, after
all Agrippina was doing it and she had told Livilla
that there wouldn't be any guilt, since they would both
be doing it.
At first his principles had been offended, but after a
certain half-hearted resistance, his curiosity piqued,
he had reluctantly given in, especially when she had
declared that she would go even if he didn't .This had
made him grow both stiff and angry. In the lonely
afternoons, she would sit there and fantasise about her
lover. One of her favourite fantasies that would race
through her head on a hot afternoon was an image of
Rufus's dick squeezing in between her buttocks and of
him quickly squirting his load of lewd sperm into her
sweet perverse depths, sinfully corrupting her from the
inside like a worm in a rotten apple. Just the thought
made her wet with excitement. So much so that one day
when she saw Rufus she asked him to enact this very
scene.
'Take me from behind. Mount me like a whore and fuck
me in the arse!' She had gasped to her own surprise. He
happily did his best to oblige, shagging her furiously
like a dog mounting a stray bitch in heat until she had
come in a shattering orgasm.
She also fantasised about other men. Now that she had
seen other cocks, she would dream of giant gods with a
huge dick. She would ponder what it would be like
having sex with a man of gigantic proportions. Young
handsome energetic and virile young men with rippling
muscles also raced through her dreams and swelled into
her imagination where they would visualise them obeying
her every sexual desire and performing the basest of
services. She shook her head. Life would be too
complicated if such were the case, or would it?
The more she became involved with Sul, the further her
moral doubts receded and the more hypocrisy and self-
justifications were used as excuses for having
succumbed to the temptations of the flesh. Proud and
flattered by his interest in her, she found every
pretext to slip out and see him, taking every
precaution she could, genuinely fearing discovery and
the loss of something she had now found she so
desperately needed.
The waiting in between became intolerable. Her needs
were irresistible and insatiable. She became impatient,
angry and irritable at not being able to do as she
pleased. She could no longer wait to rush off and meet
her lover in secret and fall into his arms, her eyes
full of eroticism, her lips wet. She longed to languish
in those delicious and irresistible caresses that made
her open as a ripe flower in the heat and drove her
wild with pleasure and desire. Instead, she had to
practice self restraint, sharing most of her day with
Sara as her only companion.
Constrained to live together, a certain understanding
and friendship slowly developed between the two girls.
Through her friendship and the light of her own
desires, Livilla slowly came to see Sara and her work
in a different light, the girl's kind nature and beauty
playing in her favour.
Livilla's feelings towards the girl were mixed.
Despite herself, she felt strangely attracted and
repulsed by her. It was purely physical, she tried to
tell herself. Sara too was attracted to her and the two
girls spent more time together when Marcel was at work.
In the house, Marcel often came home to find the two
working side by side doing the house work. The two
girls were on such good terms that in the morning they
sometimes didn't even bother to dress and thought
nothing of appearing naked before each other. They had
become like sisters.
***
One morning after Marcel had left Sara sprained her
knee. Livilla rushed to rub in some soothing ointment.
As her hand kneaded the flesh, she found the hands
slowly working up the girl's thigh. The two girls began
to kiss passionately on the lips and touch each other.
Livilla let herself be kissed by another woman for the
first time and she guiltily returned her embrace. She
felt the other woman's tongue darting in and exploring
her mouth. This ignited their pent up emotions: They
caressed their naked female bodies fondle, rubbing
sexes. The two girls made love passionately. Livilla
felt herself irresistibly attracted to Sara and from
then on did nothing to hide her fondness or to withhold
the irresistible urge to make love to her when she was
available.
Marcel thought nothing of it even when one day he came
home to find the two girls in bed together. They were
both obviously exhausted by the intense pleasure they
provided each other. Sara lay sleeping with her head on
Livilla's breast, her body uncovered, her sex lips full
and voluptuously open. He looked at his own wife and
noticed the dildo guiltily protruding from sex. They
seemed to take this a sign of assent for their
behaviour for after that they did very little to hide
their feelings and attics. Quite the opposite, Sara was
brazenly open about her affections.
One night she even crawled into their bed in the dark
and cuddled up against Livilla. Marcel could feel the
two girls fondling each other in the dark. Sara
disappeared under the covers and he guessed that she
had delved between Livilla's legs to give her a
cunnilingus. Livilla rubbed her cunt as she was kissed
by the woman. She looked down at her body and bit her
lips as she stared lustfully at the girl licking her
wet pussy. She stuck her rump out which made a bulge
under the covers.
Marcel felt more than he saw his wife pumping her
loins, throw her head back and bite her lips. Soon he
heard Livilla let out a muffled groan as she orgasmed,
then Sara slipped out of the bed and vanished. He
wanted to make love violently to his wife but she was
no longer in the mood, satiated by her lover and
wishing to keep Sara's female scent purely on her.
The following evening he made love to Livilla. Sinking
down on top of her warm body, he kissed her rosy
cheeks, her neck, throat and then explored her breasts
and groin with his hands. Her tongue was wet. Her mouth
tasted sweet. He explored it deeply. She thrust her
body against him. His sex throbbed. He moved over her,
spread her legs with one knee and, kissing her mouth
drove his phallus into her. As she became aroused, she
whispered into his ear, 'I want Sara to join us for a
short while. You don't mind, do you?'
'Anything you desire, darling,' he answered.
Livilla called out to her friend in a soft voice.
The young girl appeared, shed her robe and climbed in
to bed with them nimbly and enthusiastically.
'Make us both happy...' muttered Livilla. Their small
mouths joined in a kiss. As she embraced her lover
fully on the mouth, she touched her sex, rubbing her
clitoris and made sure her husband's hard phallus did
not slip out of her moisture. Suddenly, she pulled Sara
down lower towards her groin. The girl responded,
licking at her the filled womanhood in a frenzy.
Watching Sara go down on Livilla put life into his
cock. Livilla encouraged Marcel to move his phallus
from her patch to Sara's moisture so that the girl
could have fuller access to her hole.
Marcel moved in behind her, and slipped my cock into
her. Her cunt was soaked and he slid right into her.
She wiggled her butt all the time Marcel was sliding
his penis into her female slit. Abandoning Livilla, she
clutched onto Marcel with both arms and legs. He loved
to mount the bitch from behind.
Crouched beside them, watching the act, Livilla asked,
'She is lovely our Sara. Isn't she, Marcel? Are you
enjoying his beautiful cock poking into you? He's not
too big for you, is he?'
Marcel drove deeper into the girl. She did not
complain or cry out for him to stop.
'Come and kiss me now, Sara,' urged Livilla.
She felt the girl's tongue seeking out her protruding
soft patch between her legs and tasting her wet
moisture. Sara began to work away at Livilla's hungry
hole.
Livilla leaned forward and kissed Marcel feverishly,
her small mouth joining his in
an avid kiss, tongues intertwined while he continued
to drive his sex deeper and faster into the little
slut's cunt as she performed oral satisfaction on
Marcel's wife. Marcel took hold of Sara's hips and
started fucking her hard and fast, making sure she kept
her face pressed to Camille's cunt. Sara was real horny
and she soon was bucking her arse back on Marcel. It
was not surprising that after a few minutes of this
wild lust and abandon, Marcel groaned as he felt
himself come, spurting his juice into the girl. Livilla
motioned her to surrender her position, so regretfully
she withdrew the extended tool from inside her and
handed it over to Livilla. Livilla took the phallus in
her mouth and swallowed the taste of Sara's femininity
on the tool, licking it until she had smeared her
saliva all over it.
'Taste!' She said to Sara handing her the wet
instrument with excitement.
The prostitute smiled and quickly licked the tool
clean. As Marcel lay back recovering, the two girls
embraced and made love again, their passions reaching
even greater heights.
Livilla's interludes did nothing to quench her passion
for Sul. Quite the contrary, they served to fire her
imagination for even stronger and more frequent thrills
with her lover. As for Sul, his mistresses lustful
disposition did not seem to displease him even though
he did grow more consciously concerned by her appetites
as time passed.
***
One day, when Livilla had slipped out to see her lover
at the prearranged time in the evening, pretending a
visit to the astrologer. She had been surprised by
Sul's proposal to drop in and see Pogus, a friend and
colleague. She had been frightened at first, but Sul
had reassured her, saying that he had long known
everything about them and had sworn to be silence and
secrecy.
'Anyway,' continued Sul. 'This will be a great
occasion to have some good fun. Why don't we tease and
provoke him at dinner.'
Livilla had liked the idea and had gleefully agreed to
play along. Pogus had made a strong impression on her
from the moment they had met. She had found herself
turned on by the young man's appearance, his looks and
his urban charm.
They had lunch together, then they had asked if she
would like to have a drink with them. She had accepted.
Three drinks and much conversation later she was
feeling pretty good, relaxed. Perhaps she was naive.
Again they sat and talked while they sipped our drinks.
Hers was much stronger than she was used to and she was
already feeling a little tipsy from the drinks. She had
caught his stares of undisguised interest and had
instantly given him her undivided attention flirting
with him, exchanging bold and unambiguous looks.
She had been seated beside him at the table and had
made use of her position as Sul had suggested. Making
sure his eyes were on her, she slowly and teasingly
inched up her skirt, revealing her smooth stockinged
thighs. She straightened her stocking. Pogus's eyes had
nearly left their sockets when, to his utter amazement,
she parted her thighs provocatively, smiled insolently
and ran her hand over between her legs suggestively in
a perverse pose, all the while continuing a mundane
conversation unperturbed with her gallant. He had
gulped and tried to continue eating, but failed.
After the meal, Sul had casually rested his right hand
on her thigh and openly begun to fondle her in front of
their host. Livilla had been shocked but tremendously
excited. All had gone silent. Naught was to be heard
save their heavy breathing.
Livilla had blushed and innocently tried to protest,
but Sul had laughed and slipped his hand completely
under her skirt. Pogus had stared at the couple, eyes
wide and grinned.
'Isn't she desirable?' Sul said to his friend,
smiling. 'We all like her, don't we?'
The other nodded.
Livilla looked down as Sul inserted a probing finger
into her moist sex. She jumped and bit her lip so as
not to cry out with pleasure. Her face went red. Her
vision blurred with shame and excitement. She looked at
Pogus with daring and provocation.
'Why don't you touch her, kiss her, show her how much
you like her,' said Sul as he casually stroked her and
exposed one Livilla's breasts to the other man's view.
He squeezed and offered up the hard point to the other
man's hesitant hand.
Livilla put her hand around Pogus's part and drew him
towards her, kissing him open-mouthed. He responded
passionately and begun to fondle her too. The thought
of what they were doing to her, their hands, their
mouths and their caresses drove her wild with desire.
At that moment she would have done anything with them.
He reached for a breast, lightly brushing his hand over
it. She shivered slightly and her nipples became
immediately and obviously hard. Then he squeezed, and
leaned to kiss her. She let him. While they kissed, she
felt Pogus's hand on her other breast.
When Sul's kiss ended he breathed his request to be
able to see her breasts, now, that there was nothing
stopping that from happening. She was going to counter
with the fact that she was married should be enough to
prevent that, but the words never came out. Sul took
her silence as agreement and reached for her blouse,
lifting it over her head. She raised her arms to let
him. At the same time, Pogus's hands were not behind
her to unclasped the bra. As her breasts were bared,
Pogus gasped that they were just as gorgeous as he'd
imagined. Again, two sets of hands reached out for
them, then soon, two sets of lips were sucking her
nipples. She leaned back and enjoyed the attention.
Obviously they wanted more, and soon she felt their
hands between her legs when they both reached for her
pussy at he same time. She spread herself open for them
as their hands pushed up and under her skirt. Her
panties were pushed aside and fingers entered her. Sul
won, pushing his inside her. Pogus took this
opportunity to lose his clothes, then sit back down
beside her and take her hand, coaxing it to his cock,
which she loosely gripped and stroked.
As Pogus's hand went back under her skirt, Sul stood
and undressed, then moved in front of her, his erect
cock inches from her face. With her free hand, she
reached for it, then lowered her head, taking him in
her mouth and sucking. She still wasn't practiced in
the art of cock sucking, and she didn't get much
opportunity to hone her skills this time either, as
Pogus also stood up and the two of them urged her to
the bed, removing her skirt and panties along the way.
They fell naked onto the king-sized bed.
Sul returned to sucking her tits. Pogus lowered
himself between her legs and licked her pussy briefly.
The feeling was awesome. Soon she was begging Pogus to
put his cock in her. They kissed hungrily on the mouth.
He, of course, obliged. Without further ado she reached
down, took a firmer grip on the phallus and hastily
guided the rod towards her sex and directed it between
the glistening crack of her labia. She thrust her loins
forward and took his manhood into her. As he plunged
full length into her crutch she winced and groaned: 'My
God... You are going to kill me! There is just too much
of you. You're tearing me apart.'
Her protests however only incited him further and she
felt his thick juicy rod pump her harder.
Sul continued caressing her nipples while Pogus pumped
his cock in and out of her. The sensations provided by
having two men at once were amazing, but short lived.
Sul lifted himself from her chest, seemingly intent on
watching his friend fuck her. That's the way things
went for the next hour or so, with her two horny
friends taking turns between her legs while the other
watched.
After Pogus had used her pussy for a while, he pulled
out of her, nodding to Sul that it was his turn. Sul's
cock slipped easily into her pussy and she was again
being fucked as the other guy watched us. Pogus leaned
for a closer look at Sul's cock sliding in and out of
her. The fact of being watched in such an intimate act
excited the hell out of her, as did sharing her body
with two male friends at once.
By now she had cum with both Pogus and Sul fucking
her. Sul pulled out and moved aside to make room for
his friend, and Pogus moved back again between her
legs. She felt Pogus's cock slip out of her and his cum
leaking from her hole as he stood up. Immediately, Sul
moved towards her. She spread her legs yet again, but
Sul wanted something different. He lifted and turned
her onto her hands and knees, then moved behind her.
She felt his hands on her hips and his cock probing for
her hole. He found it quickly and pushed inside her
cum-filled cunt. Holding her tightly, he pounded into
her deep and hard, and it wasn't long before she was
cumming yet again. She pushed back against him, begging
the deepest possible penetration, and Sul gave it to
her, briefly, before he too was spurting cum into her.
She collapsed onto the bed and Sul landed on top of
her, both of them out of breath. Pogus had been
standing next to them. His critique of what he'd just
witnessed was a single word - awesome! She agreed
enthusiastically.
Finally, Sul rolled off her back and she struggled to
roll over, move off the bed, and stand. Two loads of
their cum, along with her own prolific juices were
streaming down the insides of her thighs. The guys both
peered between her legs. She suggested that perhaps she
needed a shower.
Sul and Pogus joined her and they washed and rinsed
each others' bodies, paying special attention to the
more interesting places. Afterwards, they toweled each
other dry and dressed, then refilled our glasses and
sipped our drinks quietly, speaking little. She felt
like she was in a sort of contented trance.
One of Sara's favourite topics of conversation was her
clients. Another was money. She would often joke about
a person's peculiar tastes or compare male attributes
and performances. Livilla would laugh with her and then
peek as she pointed out the various offenders. She got
to be able to recognise some of Sara's customers by
sight.
Sara's taste for sex was genuine and contagious.
Livilla often found herself sharing her friend's lust
and secretly feeling envy and jealousy for all the
attention she was being given by her clients. How
ridiculous! She had thought to herself, shaking her
head mentally with amazement and anger.
What disturbed her most however was the money. It
seemed so easy. Sara made so much for doing so little.
She almost felt tempted herself, especially when Sara
would brag about this rich senator or that who paid
extravagantly over the top for even the most banal of
services. She felt outraged. Why, she could have done
that! It was so easy. Think of the reward! No one would
know. So many respectably married women did it anyway,
so why could she have a go? She had thought. Yet
something inside her made her hold back.
In spite of her lover, she felt restless for something
new. She was bored with making love to her husband and
longed for exciting experiences and strong thrills and
real emotions again. One day she took her husband aside
for a heart to heart talk.
'I'll come straight to the point. I think we should
try sleeping in separate rooms. You should allow me to
sleep apart for a while if it is not too hard. It isn't
that I don't love you but I refuse to fall pregnant. It
is so unpleasant and interferes with my life and my
figure. And it would add a bit of spice and fun. If you
needed to, you could always come and see me as long as
we agreed beforehand. Frankly, I must admit to you that
as things stand today I do not feel so passionate
towards you anymore, physically that is, but I still
love you very much. I'm not hiding anything. You
believe and trust me I hope?'
'Of course I do my love. But do we have to, couldn't
we just occupy the same bed?' He pleaded.
She stroked his face. 'Please, don't make this harder
than it has to. You always spoil things. Please do it
for me. It's best for us, trust me. You mustn't sleep
together. It would be so difficult form you if you had
violent feelings towards me while we were sleeping
together and I could not return them. If I repulsed
them you would accuse me and it would be destructive to
our love and marriage and we must protect. You do not
want me to yield against my will now, do you? We must
distance ourselves from temptation. You see, you will
soon get used to it. Lets give it a try and see how it
works out.'
He agreed reluctantly and she was noncommittal about
the time commitment. She reassured him: 'After all sex
is not essential to a relationship. Does it matter so
much compared to the bond we have between us? Sex can
be an obstruction to true love. I will still be your
devoted wife even if we do not share a bed. Please do
not insist. It is so hard on me already.'
He kissed her and he told her he loved her and was
impatient to get this over with. She asked him to be
not to rush and not to make it more difficult for her.
Sex did not mean much to her, she claimed. 'Many women
get bored with it but still have affection for their
husband. I don't mind really if you want to sleep with
someone else as long as you don't love them. I would be
glad if you slept occasionally. Someone clean and nice
like Sara or one of our slaves for your health.' She
said playing with his feelings and emotions. He finally
agreed. He obeyed with pleasure the woman he loved.
Chapter V Lady Livilla's Lover
Marcel brought home a young friend of his one day. A
boy called Marius Primus. Livilla had been surprised at
his youth. The boy could not have been aged more than
sixteen with his freckled face and breaking voice.
Marcel had explained however that Marius was the
younger son of Pontius Primus who had served as
prefect-general in Egypt with Marcel's father and that
the old senator had asked him to keep an eye on the boy
during his sojourn in Rome. Marcel had immediately
agreed, pleased to renew old ties.
Marius was very young and knew little about Rome and
life in general for that matter. He had lived a
sheltered existence in the Provinces and the bustling
life of the capital fascinated, frightened and at the
same time attracted him.
From the first, Marius had got along with the Livilla
and Sara. Livilla especially felt sorry for the lad and
took him under their wing after Marcel recounted to her
his unfortunate and reclusive upbringing. Not knowing
many people in Rome and of a timid nature, the boy
naturally turned to them as a source of company.
Lonely, he took what affection and friendship he
found. Marius Primus had always been shy with girls.
His parents had forbidden him to have a girlfriend
until he was ready to don the toga of manhood and being
of obedient nature, he had naturally complied. He had
always admired Marcel for his achievements in life and
for all the freedom and things he had which he could
only dream of, not least of all his successes with the
fairer sex. Often he had stared wide eyed at his
friend's companions in wonder and awe. He desired
nothing more perhaps than to emulate his friend's
success with women. Unfortunately, when it came to
approaching a girl, he went weak, became nervous,
clumsy and always managed to say the wrong thing.
Even when Marcel had introduced him to Livilla, he had
shaken hands politely, smiled nervously and looked down
shyly and then gone silent. With time however he
managed to speak to her more, though awkwardly. It was
at the same occasion that the boy set eyes upon Sara.
She had been wearing one of her more provocative
dresses as she was awaiting a client. The boy had gaped
as his wildest fancy and imagination had been fired.
This girl was out of his wildest dreams. Marcel had
explained to him what she was and that she was a guest,
but this only caused him to stare at her even more.
After that, the boy was often to be found coming
around to the house on one pretext or another to speak
with Livilla and try to catch a glimpse at the creature
of his dreams. Although proud and prudish, he was
always trying to show off and impress the two girls in
his boyish way. They would laugh and fill him with
praise and he would go home chest swelling with self-
importance and at night he would fantasise about the
two women in his life and masturbate silently in his
room.
'We must do something about that poor boy,' said
Marcel one day. 'Do you realise he's never had a woman
before?'
Sara was shocked.
'You mean he's a virgin!' She blurted out in
disbelief. 'Why, that is terrible!'
Marcel nodded. 'Yes, we must help him somehow.'
'He's so pathetic,' asserted Livilla. 'I feel sorry
for him.' 'The poor lad will grow up disturbed,' said
Sara. 'We must make a man of him.'
'Someone needs to teach him about sex or Jupiter only
knows what will become of him,' agreed Marcel.
'That's true,' said Sara. 'It needs someone to show
him, not just to explain to him.'
'Yes,' said Marcel, 'someone who will be gentle with
him and make it an experience he will always remember.
Someone considerate yet mature and experienced.'
They all nodded in agreement.
Turning to Livilla, Sara said, 'He has a crush on you,
Livilla. I can tell that by the way he is always
looking at you, with those adoring eyes. He trusts you
too and that is what is most important. I think you
should become his sex model, Livilla, don't you agree?
You could give him a quick blow job, help him realise
his fantasy. What do you think? It wouldn't take you
long and it wouldn't be too unpleasant.'
Marcel remained calm, hiding any reaction. He nodded
and repeated: 'Why not, Livilla. It's a good idea, if
you want too that is. I believe however that you, Sara,
are more qualified to do the job, don't you think?
After all, you are the expert and he simply drools over
you.'
'Not over me, over my body,' she replied with a laugh.
Sara looked at Livilla fondly. They exchanged
meaningful glances. 'Of course if you ask me to I will,
after all I am yours to command. I am sure you will
both get off just watching me. I still feel that
Livilla knows him and I am sure she would know how to
be more gentle with him. I'm too much of a hardened
professional to give it that extra special and genuine
touch. Livilla is more motherly and compassionate. She
has lovely qualities he will appreciate and I think she
needs a change. You need to give her breathing room,
some freedom to be herself. I'm sure she would love to
do it,' she argued. Marcel tried to convince himself
that he didn't really care one way or the other. He was
surprised at his own calm and lack of anger jealousy or
reaction. Then he had a flashing vision of Marius
ramming his swollen cock down Livilla's hungry throat.
Still he felt nothing save a slight arousal. He chased
the thought from his head, but remained in a state of
morbid curiosity and expectation.
Livilla had a soft spot for Marius. She knew how
conscious he was about his lack of height and physique,
of his inexperience. She also knew that he fancied her
like hell.
'I'm afraid she's right,' agreed Livilla reluctantly.
'I'm the best person to do it. He trusts me.'
'Yes,' said Marcel. 'I'm sure he'll like you. I don't
mind. I feel sort of proud. You would be doing it for
him, after all. Yes, I insist, you are the right
person. I should have thought of it myself. It's a good
idea, why not.' .
Livilla shrugged in agreement. After all, she did
rather like the boy. It would be strictly a friend
doing another friend a pleasant favour. She wanted to
teach Marius about real sex, but was hesitant. The
other two pleaded with her and finally she conceded:
'He would have to pay, of course,' she said.
'Of course,' said Marcel. 'He'll just pay you instead
of Sara.'
They toyed with the idea for a while before it was
finally agreed that Livilla would free the boys energy.
Although Marcel felt a growing curiosity and interest,
he could not help a slight pang of jealousy and regret.
He found himself surprised and angry at himself. He had
to blank himself to all reactions and feelings. Hadn't
he been telling himself that? He didn't care what she
did. It would be a good deed, nothing more. Amusing, he
mused. Although he felt apprehensive, the project
aroused him too: the thought of her taming that young
cock in her throat made his part stiff. After all, he
said to himself, both Sara and Livilla were convinced
that Livilla was the right person to show the boy a
good time and coach him through his first experience.
When the next evening the boy had come round and the
three of them had put the offer to him, Marcel had seen
a quickly repressed flash of desire and excitement in
the boy's astonished eyes.
'No, you can't be serious? This is surely a joke? You
can't mean I can... I mean Livilla...' Marius stuttered
and began to protest with shocked politeness.
Marcel cut him short: 'Of course we are serious. Why,
don't you like her?'
'Of course, no I mean... You can't mean...' He
stuttered.
His face flushed red. He tried to see if Marcel was
kidding, but the other man stared at him seriously. He
then looked to Livilla. She smiled gently. He looked
down, embarrassed.
The idea filled him with mixed emotion. He felt afraid
at the terrible thoughts which raced through his mind,
afraid at what Marcel would think and do and of
betraying his friends trust. He felt shocked yet
incredibly aroused by the obscene proposal. He was
shocked at the idea. How could Marcel propose such a
thing? The woman he so admired, how could she really
behave in such a degrading way? This woman whom he
idolised would let him use her body? He was speechless.
Yet, at the same time he felt extremely aroused. He was
thrilled at the thought of being able to touch and
sexually serve the woman he worshipped in the flesh
instead of in his lewd dreams.
Yes, he really wanted to pay her sexual homage if he
could and if she allowed him to. He had often laid
awake at night masturbating himself in front of some
lewd picture, fantasising about Sara and his friend's
stunning wife. He had fancied her from the first moment
he had laid eyes upon her and now he could not believe
this was really happening. If they were mad enough to
propose it, he certainly would be not be mad enough to
refuse. He was shocked, afraid and extremely aroused
despite himself. 'Why don't you go and talk it over
with Livilla in the other room,' suggested Sara.
Livilla smiled gently to the boy and said to him:
'Come with me.'
Marcel stood back and watched as Livilla took him by
the hand and lead him into the kitchen, passing Marcel
and Sara.
He could hear voices, then Livilla laugh, then utter
some soothing words. She sounded somehow very gentle
and persuasive. Her calm tone contrasted with the boys
high pitched croak. Then the sounds suddenly trailed
off.
'Don't worry. It won't take long,' said Sara, as she
watched Marcel fidgeting nervously.
After five minutes, his curiosity got the better of
him. Marcel got up and followed them into the kitchen.
He looked discretely though a slit in the door.
Livilla smiled and took off her top, showing him her
breasts. The look on boy's face when he saw her was a
picture. Marius now saw the beautiful large, firm
breasts that his friends talked and fantasized about
and his mouth fell open. He could not tear his eyes
away from them. At the same time he was so embarrassed
at being caught in this position by the girl he
worshipped. He turned away and covered his cock with
his hands.
Livilla had taken off her skirt and panties. Dressed
in just her camisole, suspenders and stockings she took
hold of Marius's hand and placed it on her left breast,
showing the boy how to stroke and squeeze it, and how
to pinch and role a nipple between the fingers. Marcel
watched as the boy played with both his wife's breasts,
sucking on one and fondling the other. Livilla was
loving it, and Marius was visibly relaxing by the
minute.
Marcel watched his wife kneel down on the floor
between his legs. Marius was standing naked before her,
half crouched, holding his piece up to her face. Her
hungry mouth slid down towards his groin then descended
like a bird of prey, greedily closing over and
swallowing the thick pizzle. He watched the boys penis
sink into her warm mouth. Her cheeks hollowed then
puffed as she sucked on the tool. Her head moved up and
down, her tongue darting back and forth, sliding up and
down the stem as she explored his hard length. Her
fingers played the swollen dick like a flute.
The boy gently stroked her hair as under her firm and
expert ministrations his stiff poker began to throb and
the sap flowed. Livilla's mouth engulfed him and her
pointed and demanding tongue flicked around his stem
leaving him panting with burning desire. Marcel looked
at Marius. He seemed ecstatic. He had most probably
never imagined even in his wildest fantasies that his
friend's wife would one day be doing this to him.
Livilla must have been thinking this too. She was
watching the boy as well. She was looking up at him, a
tender smile on her lips. She must have a soft spot for
him, thought Marcel angrily.
Marcel watched with appreciation as Livilla worked the
tool expertly. He had seen many professionals and could
tell a good blow job when he saw one. He was proud;
none of his 'girls' could have done a better job, he
thought. Expert, conscientious, imaginative and
creative. Marcel wondered to himself where she had
acquired this carnal skill and dexterity.
Marcel approached the couple. Marius looked up, his
face red with embarrassment. His tool started to go
limp. Livilla ignored him, gluttonously carrying on her
wanton act, pumping the impressively rigid tool even
harder. He could see that it gave her an immoral and
perverse thrill to have his unfamiliar organ fill and
abuse her mouth, to savour its forbidden and defiling
salty sweet taste in front of her husband. He knew that
her whorish behaviour and the obscene copulation he was
now witnessing were solely driven by her insatiable
craving for dirty adulterous pleasure.
Marius suddenly groaned and burst forth. He sank his
tool deep into her throat, ejaculating in her mouth,
then suddenly withdrew, squirting the rest of his
juices over her face. Livilla licked the tool and
rubbed it all over her face, then sucked and milked it
more, swallowing his seed in a subconscious desire to
take his promiscuous oats into the deepest part of her
being so they could rape and defile her further. Then
she began to lick the rod shinny clean.
'Did you like that?' She asked.
He nodded, ill at ease. She kissed him on the
forehead, took Marcel's arm and left the room. He had
come a boy and left a man.
Sara and Livilla had been talking together and their
conversation drifted to men and then to Marius. Livilla
had admitted that she found the boy very handsome and
had been thinking about him ever since she had been
given the pleasure of initiating him.
'Would you like to fuck him if you were free to do
so?' Her friend asked.
Livilla got a far away look in her eyes and she
sighed: 'Yes... oh hell yes. I wanted to let him fuck
me the first time. Since I have been seeing Sul I have
been a real woman again. I am so fucking horny all the
time. Sex with Sul has been fantastic, and with you
Sara. But I have thought about fucking Marius from the
moment I saw manhood standing to attention for me.'
'So do it, Sweety.' Answered Sara.
'What about Marcel?' Pleaded Livilla.
'What about Marcel, don't you already cheat on him?'
Replied Sara.
She smiled: 'Only when I am with Sul and horny.'
'So what is holding you back? Don't you want to?' Sara
said to her.
'Oh hell yes. But I love Marcel so much Sara.'
'I know baby, so do I and look at me. We both know
that just because you fuck someone else doesn't mean
you don't love your partner. But you need to talk to
him about it someday. I think Marcel would be more open
than you think about this.'
A few months past while Marcel was preoccupied by his
military duties. Marcel spent his days like the rest of
his soldiers in weapon training, sword fighting with
sticks, javelin throwing, archery, swimming, running,
wrestling and in 'carrousels': mock battles and
military manoeuvres.
One day however, Marcel was able to free himself
surprisingly quickly and managed to get home earlier
than he had expected.
He knocked on the door then remembered that it was the
slaves' day off. Someone opened the door.
'Hello, Sara,' He said, kissing her warmly. 'Where's
Livilla?'
He entered and shook the dust from his leather tunic.
'Oh she's upstairs with Marius. I don't think she'll
be very much longer now.'
Marcel looked at her shocked and surprised.
'You mean she's in bed with him?!' He exclaimed.
'Yes,' Replied Sara matter of fact. 'He's been coming
round to visit her twice a week ever since the first
time.'
Marcel was flabbergasted. Who would have thought that
the meek little weasel would have it in him? He felt
jealous and angry with his wife though. After two years
of love and affection, how could she do such a thing
behind his back? He felt rage at his wife's infidelity.
Sara must have read some of his thoughts from the
expression on his face.
'Let me go up and see,' he said firmly.
Livilla had been pleasantly surprised and flattered
when he had returned to see her. Well, she had started
his sexual education, she had thought to herself, so
now she had better finish it. She had lead him into the
bedroom and they had kissed and undressed. He had felt
his desire growing. She gave him a wry smile, knowing
full well how men found her attractive. Standing naked
in front of him except for a tiny pair of lace panties,
lifting up her arms, she had asked, 'Do you like me. Do
you desire me?'
He had gulped and nodded vigorously. She had smiled
and said, 'Then show me what you are made of. Show me
if you are man enough to satisfy a woman, little
demon.'
Her eyes went wide when she saw his erect manhood but
she did not stop smiling.
She closed her eyes and smiled as Marius slipped her
knickers down her legs, and knelt at her side, stroking
her blond pubic hair. She drew her knees up and spread
her legs wide apart, exposing her genitals fully to his
gaze. Her shaved sleeve opened like a shinny flower.
He wet his finger and rubbed it in her clit. Livilla
gave a whimper and she squirmed as he played with her
clit for a while before spreading her vaginal lips
apart and feeling around inside the cunt, making her
squirm even more, as he jerked his finger in and out to
simulate a penis fucking her. His left hand moved to
caress her breasts as he began to finger fuck Marcel's
wife vigorously, using his thumb to rub her clit as he
thrust his fingers in and out.
She groaned and motioned him to climb on top of her.
Marius mounted her and she took his throbbing piece
into her in one go. She was warm, slippery and totally
welcoming and receptive. Marius was aroused and randy
beyond belief. He was fucking a real woman. A woman
married to someone else.
Livilla had been flattered by his attentions and had
developed a weak spot for him. Marcel had suspected as
much.
'I don't think,' Sara began to protest, but Marcel
dismissed her and went upstairs, pausing in front of
his bedroom door. He heard noises and laughter but
perhaps the most disturbing sound was the bedsprings.
When he heard that distinctive rhythmic creaking he
knew that the boy was shafting his wife. He quietly
opened the door and looked in. He saw Livilla and
Marius lying in bed together, their bodies interlaced.
He saw Livilla lying on her back with her legs spread
open. The bottom of her dress was still gathered at her
waist from fucking the boy. Marius was sliding his
large and hard cock vigorously in and out of his wife's
hot married pussy.
The boy's face was red and he was panting with the
effort as he was fucking away at her like mad. There
lay his beautiful wife, eruptions from the man's cock
still in her pussy, cum on her face, and he knew cum in
her belly. Not too surprisingly, the whole room reeked
of sex. Marcel quietly watched her fuck the teenager
for a moment, masturbating his cock in rhythm to his
wife's thrusts. Livilla had not seen him. She was too
busy with her lover's and with her own pleasure. As
Marcel walked closer, he could see a white stream of
semen running from the swollen lips of her vagina. Even
now, she didn't seem to be aware of him. Marcel
blinked, then stared with bulging eyes at the pair of
them still oblivious to his presence. Livilla's eyes
were closed and he could read an expression of
exquisite and sinful ecstasy on her face. He cleared
his throat loudly.
Livilla gasped and struggled to pull herself from
under her lover. At first he wouldn't let her up, but
finally she yelled at him to stop, calling him by name,
he looked over his shoulder, the boy suddenly froze in
mid-stroke. His stiff male part was still deeply
embedded between her lust glistening red sex lips. The
sight of someone else cock sticking out of her somehow
became her. Her pussy was clearly oozing with Marius's
cum.
Marius pulled out of Marcel's wife and sat up abruptly
in the bed, his wet blood swollen tool jutting out from
her moist red slit. Marcel looked down at the boy who
had just been ploughing his beautiful wife. His big
slimy dick was very long and thick. For a moment Marcel
couldn't pull my eyes away from it, it was fantastic,
bigger than his own and it had been inside his wife's
cunt.
Finally Marcel tore my eyes away from the shiny
monster and looked at my wife. Livilla had grabbed the
bed covers and pulled them over her naked breasts with
shame. Livilla instinctively brought her legs together,
clamping the forbidden tool hard between her thighs.
Marcel didn't know what to say. At the sight of them,
Marcel felt a mixture of burning desire and tremendous
anger. Yet his manhood stiffened under his tunic in
spite of himself. She was cheating on him, she was
fucking another man, and withholding herself from me,
her rightful husband. How could she give herself to
this man?
'Marcel, I can explain everything...' Said Livilla
coldly. Marius was uneasy and apprehensive. Marcel read
guilt and arrogance in Livilla's eyes. She looked down
and clenched her fist, angry at having been discovered
in such a compromising position without having planned
it.
'I hope you aren't thinking of doing anything funny. I
do prefer you, you know. I was just showing Marius some
things for his new girlfriend. I thought it was right
for him to get some experience before marriage. It was
purely physical, you know,' said Livilla quickly.
He looked from one to the other, his face devoid of
expression.
'I don't know what you were planning when you barged
in like that. Let me reassure you. There's nothing to
get mad about, you know. I regret to see you reacting
like that. There are things in life you are going to
have to grow used to and accept calmly. He has the
right equipment to keep your wife happy and that is all
there is to it. It is just fun you know. Nothing
serious really and anyway he has been fucking me for
several months now. Now why don't you be a good boy and
leave us alone, calmly,' she said, 'and everything will
be all right.'
Uncertain, Marcel got up walked off into the other
room leaving the two of them to their business.
'Close the door,' his wife shouted out behind him.
He obeyed and stopped outside undecided. After a
moment, he heard giggling sounds followed by the
regular creaking noise of the bed planks, then shrill
cries of pleasure. They had both carried on where they
had left off as if nothing had happened. Livilla was
obviously resolved to get herself screwed out of her
brains like a stray bitch in heat. He waited for a long
moment outside the door, purposefully giving the boy
time to defile her even further by pumping a few more
yards of fresh new cock into her wanton and hungry
cunt. Let her fornicate like a shameless whore in
promiscuous debauchery for a few extra moments. She had
the right to be dirty and get laid by another man if
that was what made her come, he thought.
After all, she could fuck whomever she wanted to,
couldn't she? He heard her groan in ecstasy, emitting a
hoarse deep-throated animal grunt of pleasure. But then
with Marius humping her like that what did he expect?
Obviously the boy was delivering the goods. Marcel took
hold of his bone and felt his erection stiffen ready
for use. At that very second, the boy's own penis was
driving in and out into his wife's well-soiled slit
while he groped clumsily at her breasts in a frenzy of
young passion and desire. She loved it, the little
harlot! He bitterly listened to her cry out wildly as
she climaxed repeatedly, obtaining carnal satisfaction
from this copulation.
At first he had considered leaving here but he still
loved her and needed her to much. He decided they would
just have to work it out between themselves. Afterwards
she had been cold and defensive and for they had slept
apart. They practically didn't talk for almost two
weeks except for mundane table conversation. He still
loved her but at first he had difficulty trying to
resume a normal relationship after what had happened.
Since they had married, he had never gone longer than a
couple of days without sex. Except for those 'days of
the month.'
It had been just a little over two weeks now since he
had caught Livilla and Marius in bed. One evening he
just reached over and kissed her. Much to his surprise,
she was quite receptive and said, 'You know Marcel, I
still love you and I won't see Marius any more.'
He was taken aback and felt a resurgence of energy
between his thighs. He pulled Livilla from the couch
and they went into the bedroom. The dry spell was over.
Marcel couldn't take his mind off Marius thrusting into
Livilla and that was a prime factor in improving his
interest and sexual performance. He still didn't feel
quite right. He kept wondering whether Livilla was
still thinking about Marius as they were having sex.
When they finished, Marcel couldn't help thinking about
how Livilla must be laying comparing the performances
of Marius and himself.
Another week went by and they began resuming their
life as before except for sex. Unanswered question
still haunted Marcel. He asked her whether she had
enjoyed sex with Marius. She had been uncomfortable at
first then answered: 'Of course...'
He then asked her how many times had she had sex with
Marius. She said since that first night he had been
over at least once a week and sometimes twice. She
figured over those weeks she had sex with Marius about
ten to twenty times. She said each time they were
together, they had sex at least twice and occasionally
three times. For some unknown reason, he got an
erection as she briefly described her affair with
Marius. He couldn't believe it. This was one of the
hardest erections he had ever had. He even thought he
would come in his pants as they were talking.
They had been talking for a couple of hours and he was
really horny. He told Livilla he wanted to have sex
with her now. She couldn't believe after all that she
had told me that Marcel could possibly want to have sex
with her now. In fact, she wasn't sure he would ever
want sex again with her.
She said, 'Sure' and they into the bedroom.
He started kissing her and massaging her between the
legs. She responded and he entered her and made love to
her very fast and vigorously. She came, clinging to his
hot body. They laid there for a couple of minutes and
Livilla told him she really had enjoyed it.
Over the next couple of weeks things did get better.
Much better. He was now going down on Livilla and he
was feeling an excitement from her he had never known
before.
Livilla had told Marcel that Marius had called her
twice and wanted to meet her someplace. Both times she
had told him it was over between them and she didn't
want to risk her marriage an affair. He believed her.
Livilla only mentioned Marius on those to occasions
when he wanted to meet Livilla. Otherwise, neither of
them mentioned Marius's name. Now, while Marcel never
mentioned Marius, he thought about him a lot. It was
his visualization of Marius and Livilla having sex that
was practically his sole source of sexual arousal.
He began to become fascinated with the idea of
actually watching Marius and Livilla make love. Of
course, he never mentioned this to Livilla, but the
idea became stronger and stronger. He had caught
Livilla and Marius together in May and it was now the
middle part of July.
By August, The fascination of watching Livilla and
Marius had become so strong he wanted to approach
Livilla with the idea. He just didn't know how to go
about it. One Sunday, Livilla and he had both had quite
a bit to drink and he asked Livilla to sit down. She
sat on the couch and he sat beside. Then he just
blurted out: 'Honey, I want you to have Marius come
back over.'
There was a pause, which seemed to last an eternity.
Livilla jumped up and said, 'What did you say? You want
me to go though these problems again. You must be nuts
wanting Marius to come back over. Whatever for?'
He still wasn't ready to tell Livilla what was going
through his head, so he said, 'Skip it.'
She replied, 'You really must be drunk.' The matter
was dropped but not forgotten.
He realized that this was not the approach to take if
the reunion of Livilla and Marius and Livilla was to
take place. 'How do I present this to her so at least
maybe there was a chance of succeeding?' He kicked this
around for a little over a week before he came up with
a brilliant idea. He would tell her the truth!
He told Livilla he had something very important to
talk about. They both sat down at the kitchen table. He
took a deep breath and realizing this was do or die for
him. He felt very vulnerable exposing his deepest
feelings like that.
He told her that while he was angry and hurt when he
found her with Marius, a slow a great change had taken
place. He told her of the erotic feelings he had when
he thought of them together. He reminded her how their
sex life had improved after finding them together. And
he told her of how much he wanted her to enjoy Marius
again.
She just sat there and slowly asked, 'You want me to
have sex with Marius again and then tell you about it.'
'Not exactly,' he replied, 'If you remember, I saw you
and Marius making love through that little space
between the sill and the shade. What I want is for you
to invite Marius over and I will watch you while you
make love. It really means a lot to me, Livilla.'
That phrase, 'It means a lot to me' generally
motivated her to do what he wanted. He was just hoping
she would agree. He knew there was chemistry between
herself and Marius. She looked at him and said, 'Even
if I agreed to do this, Marius would never come back
here for fear you may come home early...'
Marcel had an answer for that one, to tell him he had
an important meeting.
'I can't believe I am hearing this.' She sighed. 'You
want me to have sex with Marius while you are watching
from outside?'
'That's it,' he laughed. 'I know it sounds weird but
that is what I want.'
She said, 'All I can say is just give me a day or so
to think about it.'
He breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't say
no and there was kind of an ever so small twinkle in
her eyes as she was talking about the possibility of
sex again with Marius. He just had to keep his fingers
crossed.
He waited three days and asked Livilla if she had made
up her mind about calling Marius and ask him over on
Wednesday night. She acted like it was solely for him
and told him she would. Inside Marcel knew better. It
had been about three months since she had sex with
Marius and he thought the idea of having sex with
Marius again was a turn-on. She didn't want him to know
that. She said she would call him at work the next
morning to set it up. Livilla also said he might not
want to come over. Each of them knew that was a lot of
crap. He just said, that it was a possibility.
Marcel didn't believe it for a minute. His wife told
him she would go through with it but on one condition,
that Marcel could have sex with her afterwards. She
said that if she was seeing Marius now she would feel
uncomfortable if he saw her having sex with Marcel. She
her husband gave me a kiss on the cheek and a warm
smile. He was too turned on to say anything. True to
her word, Livilla had called Marius the next morning
and he said he would be over Wednesday night. Even
though Wednesday was two days away, Marcel could feel a
rush of adrenaline and a growing feeling between his
thighs. He knew the wait for next two days would seem
like agony. There was also apprehension.
There were a few things Marcel wanted to do before
Wednesday night. He checked out his view point. It was
just about perfect. He called Livilla to see what it
looked like for herself. As she gazed through the
opening, she said with fiendish delight: 'Your going to
have quite a view aren't you?'
Tuesday night Marcel couldn't sleep. It was not only
the anticipation of tomorrow but also his apprehension
about having Marius was growing rapidly. Now Marcel
wasn't so sure he wanted Marius coming over. He dared
not tell Livilla after all of this. This was the
longest night of his life without a doubt.
He was up with the sun on Wednesday. His mind just
wandered all day and he simply could not concentrate.
Dinner came and went. They were both very quite and
Marcel supposed each of them were cloaked in their own
thoughts. Livilla leaned over and gently kissed him
saying: 'I have got to get ready. Should I wear the red
or the black nightie?'
He replied, 'Why not the red one? Red is his favorite
color.'
He thought perhaps that she might say she wanted to
call it off but she didn't. He really had mixed
emotions by now. It a way Marcel wished Livilla would
have called it off and in a way he was glad she didn't.
His heart was pounding and he was hard as a rock.
About ten minutes later Livilla reappeared wearing the
Red nightie. It enhanced her already beautiful breasts
and accentuated the black triangular patch between her
legs. She was wearing a real sex perfume he had bought.
It was expensive stuff and she only wore it on special
occasions. Oh god, did he really wanted to share her
with Marius? He was beginning to have second thoughts.
He opened the door and faltered but only momentarily.
The door shut and Marcel was outside alone. Waiting.
Not more than five minutes later he heard a carriage
pull up and the door shut. Then a short pause and
footsteps on the porch followed by a very light tap on
the door. Marcel heard the door open, some voices and
the door closing. He sneaked up to the living room
window and peek inside. Marius had just sat down on the
couch and Livilla was standing in front of him. Livilla
must have asked Marius if he wanted a beer. As she was
walking into the kitchen, Marius was watching her
intently. The rear view of Livilla in that sheer
nightie was breathtaking. What a magnificent arse she
had. Marius stared intently until she disappeared into
the kitchen. She promptly returned with Marius's beer
and sat down beside him.
Livilla immediately put both her arms around his neck
and began kissing him. Marius put his arms around
Livilla and his hand slid down and he began fondling
her breast. Livilla reached down and began trying to
unzip Marius's trousers. Marius stopped his love making
just long enough to undress. Then their lips were back
together and now Marius's hand was on Livilla's knee
and it began slowly moving very slowing upward.
Livilla had just reached down and started stroking
Marius's dick. It looked even bigger now than before.
Even with Livilla's hand on it, at least half of it was
still visible. By now Marius's hand was rubbing
Livilla's clit and Livilla was really enjoying it. She
spread her legs even wider and Marcel could even hear
her sighs of pleasure. Livilla wasn't staring at the
window any more. He was forgotten.
Then something snapped in her husband. He just
couldn't stand to watch this anymore. He stood up and
marched toward the front of the house. He had to stop
this NOW! Just as Marcel reached the steps he stopped
dead in his tracks. He thought about what he was doing?
This was what he wanted and if he blew it now, he would
never get another chance. He went back to the window.
He had never regretted that decision.
When Marcel peered back in, Marius was still caressing
Livilla's clit only now he had his face between her
legs. Livilla was wiggling and sighing. He had an
aching hard-on and took his dick out and began stroking
himself. The sexual intensity he felt was so strong, he
came almost immediately. The activity between Livilla
and Marius only went on for just another minute or.
Then they both got up from the couch. Marius took one
last swig on his beer while Livilla turned off the
light. All that was on Marius's mind right now was
getting inside Livilla. Marius just practically yanked
off his shirt and threw it on the floor and then very
gently lifted Livilla's nightie over her head and put
on the chair next to the bed.
He had a side view of the bed and in as much as they
were at the foot of the bed, he had a side view of them
as well. He was just about eye level with Marius's
dick. He was fully erect and his dick was pointing more
toward the ceiling than straight-ahead. Yes, he was
definitely ready and as he was removing Livilla's
nightie, her hand slid down and she began stroking his
dick. There he was, at eye level, watching Livilla from
no more than 5 feet away, stroking Marius's dick. His
feelings, he got another hard-on. Another very intense
hard-on. His hands were sweaty and his heart was
pounding.
Livilla lay down on the bed and Marius was immediately
on top of her. He was wasting no time and began by
kissing Livilla's breasts and then pivoted so they were
in the sixty-nine position. In the meantime, Marcel had
pulled out his dick and was slowly rubbing it. The
sighs from Livilla and Marius rose from being barely
audible to crescendo portions and the bed was really
beginning to move.
Marius rolled over and pulled Livilla on top of him.
Even though Marcel could only catch a side view of
them, he could see Livilla arching her back and
yelling: 'Yes, yes, yes.'
Livilla was raising up and down and Marius was staying
right with her. Faster and faster they went until
Marius let out a loud shriek. And the pace slowed down.
Livilla slid off back onto the bed and they were
holding each other.
They lay there talking and giggling. He really
couldn't hear anything. Just a word every once in a
while. After what seem like an eternity, probably about
twenty minutes, there was movement on the bed. With the
sill being as low as it was, Marcel could only see
Livilla's back but he assumed she began stroking
Marius's dick. Marius was responding and soon the bed
again was really moving. They were primarily kissing
and it looked like Livilla's breasts were receiving
lots of attention. Again Marcel was slowly stroking
himself. Then something happened that startled him.
Livilla must have said something to Marius that caused
him to stop and get out of bed. What happened? Marius
was still hard and then Livilla moved to the foot of
the bed. Her arse was right on the edge and she slowly
raised and spread her legs apart, exposing her furry
wild patch. Marius walked around to the foot of the bed
and while standing flatfooted, took his cock in his
hands and placed it at Marcel's wife's waiting hole.
He watched intently as the boy inserted his throbbing
length into Livilla. Her legs quivered as Marius rammed
his hard cock up into her. She groaned as he entered
her and grasped at his hips to pull him into her. Then
it hit him. Livilla had wanted her husband to get a
real 'eye-full.' It was almost like hear her saying:
'You wanted to watch me have sex so now you are really
going to get that opportunity.'
Wow, what a view! Marius was slowing thrusting himself
into Livilla. Marcel didn't think he could have put it
in any deeper if he tried. As their tempo increased, so
did his hands tempo on his own cock. Livilla was really
enjoying it. He could tell by her moans that she was
really enjoying it. Marcel pulled his cock out of my
pants and masturbated himself to the rhythm of the
frantic fucking. Marius was now racing towards a
climax, moving so fast that he came with very loud
cries of: 'Baby, baby, baby, baby.'
It seemed to go on forever. Finally Livilla moaned
loudly and her entire body shuddered. Marius thrust his
cock to the hilt into her pussy and moaned as he shot
even more of his milky white cum into her pussy.
Marcel's cock also exploded all over his hand and
shirt. Marius had evidently dropped quite a load. So
had Marcel. In fact, he thought all three of them came
at the same time. Marius just collapsed on Livilla and
they both lay there motionless for a few seconds. Then
Marius and Livilla kissed passionately right in front
of him.
After they were done, Marius pulled his pants back up.
Marcel looked at the cum flowing from his wife's pussy.
Livilla didn't bother getting dressed; she just lay
there with her legs spread apart and Marius's white cum
leaking from her cunt.
Marius got up and headed into the living room. Livilla
followed along still naked.
Marcel waited where he was. He heard the carriage
start and pull away. He went to the back door, let
himself in and went to the bedroom. Livilla was lying
in bed still naked. She had turned on a lamp on one of
the night stands. Teasingly, she asked, 'Did you get
your money's worth tonight?' She looked absolutely
radiant.
He replied, 'You couldn't have given me a better view.
I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness. It seems from
where I was you kind of enjoyed it too.'
Livilla asked her husband if he was interested making
love to her now. Anything now would have been anti-
climatical in every sense of the word. He knew Livilla
really wasn't interested but the fact that she asked
was nice. He told her in the morning. Questions just
kept running through his mind. What am I doing? Is this
right? Will this ruin our marriage? How am I going to
feel about all this a year from now? These and other
questions were haunting him. Like what man, who loved
his wife, would want to see her make love to another
man? He meant most guys couldn't handle that. He really
felt odd. Sure, he had heard that watching their wives
make love to another man, was a turn on for some guys,
but definitely damn few guys. To him it was the
ultimate form of sexual arousal. Of course, there were
no answers and only time will tell. Just continue on
with life and see what happens.
The next few days came and went uneventfully. Livilla
and Marcel got along unusually well and there was a lot
of sex. Funny thing though, neither of them mentioned
Marius's name. It wasn't like it was a taboo subject,
but neither of them mentioned him by choice although
Marcel am sure he was in their thoughts often. At least
in his
Monday night he got home as usual and as usual Livilla
was waiting for him. She told him Marius had called her
asking if they could have a 'date ' Wednesday night. Of
course, a 'date' to Marius meant coming over and
burying his cock into Livilla's fury patch. Livilla had
told him she had a cold and she would have to pass this
week. Livilla asked Marcel if he wanted her to have
Marius over again so he could watch. When Marcel said
he definitely did, you could see she was pleased
although she down played her feelings. They knew Marius
couldn't come over the following week since that would
be during Livilla's period. So they decided on
Wednesday night of the following week. That would be
sixteen days from then.
Marcel was anxious to see Livilla and Marius in action
again. Sixteen days was going to seem like a long wait.
But there wasn't muck else we could do considering his
work and Livilla's period. When Wednesday rolled
around, everything was set up as before.
As before, he waited outside for Marius's arrival. He
didn't have to wait long. The door closed. He assumed
his position at the living room window. Livilla was
wearing her black nightie and it was every bit as
revealing as her red one. Marius was really impatient.
He immediately starting kissing her and had pulled up
her nightie exposing her breasts. He was both rubbing
them and kissing them. Livilla, Marius and Marcel were
excited. There would be no beer for Marius tonight.
Livilla was fumbling with Marius's zipper and finally
managed to get his dick out. It was really swollen with
desire. Livilla turned out the lights and led Marius
into the bedroom.
He was standing there now in just his shorts with his
hard-on protruding. Livilla was caressing it as he
removed her nightie. They were laughing and savoring
these moments together. Marius gently pushed Livilla
onto the bed, fell on top of her and they began the
oral foreplay. Even though Marcel could see as well as
he would have liked to, he still was fully aroused
watching them in the sixty-nine position. His heart was
pounding and his blood felt like a river rushing
through his body.
All at once Livilla pushed Marius off of her and she
raised herself to where she was on her hands and knees.
Marius immediately went behind her and Livilla guided
him into herself. Now, Livilla and Marcel had done it
'doggie' fashion but it wasn't too successful because
he kept falling out of her so they had stuck pretty
much to the missionary position or with Livilla on top.
Marius didn't seem to be having any problems at all.
Part of the time he had his hand around Livilla's
thighs so he could hold her while he thrust into her
and the rest of the time they were around her breasts
as they continued. Finally, he just started going
faster and faster and even with the window closed,
Marcel could hear them as they cried out until Marius
slowed down and then they both collapsed on the bed.
Wow, what a view! He knew Livilla was going to see if
she could get Marius to take her 'doggie' fashion. Ha!
Like that would be a problem. They had discussed this
as a possibility because it would have enhanced his
view. Marcel had to admit that he was just a little
jealous that Marius never fell out while they were
having sex. Livilla was trying to make sure her husband
was getting the view he wanted and she was enjoying
herself as well.
Marcel wasn't able to contain myself either. He came
as he was watching them. After what seemed like an
eternity, Livilla and Marius began kissing and petting.
He knew what Livilla was going to do now. He had told
her how excited he had become when she lay at the foot
of the bed and Marius stood on the floor as they had
sex. She had promised that they would repeat the
performance. True to her word, after a lot of fore
play, she slid down on the bed. Marius took up his
position standing on the floor. Livilla had slid a
pillow under her to make it easier for Marius's entry.
He sure didn't have any problems entering her before
and almost immediately he was in her again.
As Marius thrust back and forth Livilla thrust her
hips to meet him. All of a sudden, Marcel changed his
mind. With new resolve he went into the house and broke
in on the unsuspecting couple. Suddenly pushing the
door open with new purpose and resolution, Marcel
strode in.
'I thought...' Began Livilla annoyed and with a touch
of contempt.
Marcel cut her short however: 'I came in to suggest
that Marius and his girlfriend move in here with us.'
'Why, that's a useful idea, darling!' Purred Livilla.
'Now if you could leave us. I have some unfinished
business to get on with.'
Marius looked from one to the other, nervously, not
knowing what to think, do or say.
'Okay. But first Marius, let me show you how to treat
my wife,' said Marcel with sudden resolve. He undid his
tunic. Marius looked at Livilla for reassurance, moving
away hesitantly.
Marcel pressed his lips to Livilla's and tasted her
sweetness. She responded, wrapping her legs around his
thighs and wriggling her furry patch against his
jutting phallus. Her furry patch was moist with sweat,
the hairs twisted together and dribbling with the
other's sperm.
Marcel pushed his stiff pizzle into her wet slippery
womanhood where the other's tool had been just instants
before. Her sex had been well oiled and prepared by the
exertions and juices of his young friend, together with
his wife's own lewd and salacious secretions. The
thought of adding his own sperm to that explosive
cocktail gave him a shockingly strong thrill.
As he penetrated her, she groaned, pushed him
backwards and climbed on top of him. Grabbing his cock
in her clenched fist, she squatted over him and teased
her moist vaginal lips over his aching crown. She
inserted the first few inches of his thickness, smiled
with delight, closed her eyes and began to ride up and
down his long shaft. Marcel watched his manhood sink in
and out of her wire-haired lips and felt her warmth
contracting around him, then sucking at him as he oozed
out of her then pushed back into her again.
She lifted herself higher and higher, working herself
faster and faster until she broke into a gallop. As she
rode him she closed her eyes, reached for her breasts,
kneaded them, squeezed and fondled them and pinched the
taut nipples with both her hands. She tossed back her
head, ground her hips hard and groaned with pleasure in
a wild sexual explosion of sensuality.
She lowered one hand from her breasts to reach under
her legs and felt the warm phallus ploughing into her.
He saw her rub hard her wet clitoris with her
forefinger and masturbate herself.
Marcel suddenly noticed Marius standing besides her,
who was still holding his cock, mesmerized by her
beauty. She replaced his hand with hers and began
stroking his cock jutting from his groin.
'That is nice and hard. And big, too.' She drew out
his sizable, very erect penis. Marcel put his arm
around her back as she stroked his cock and nibbled on
his nipples, pushing his shirt aside with her teeth.
'Look at this thing, darling. Isn't it nice? I bet it's
just loaded with cum. I want to suck this big,
delicious cock. I want you to fuck my mouth with this
big cock. My husband can fuck my pussy while you fuck
me in the mouth?'
She took the other man's dick in her hand, opened her
mouth, pulled it closer to her face and licked it fully
with her hungry darting tongue, then greedily stuck the
tool in her mouth. As she enclosed her lips tightly
over the helmet, she squatted on Marcel even harder
than ever. She was obviously excited by the taste of
the obscene cock she was feeding from. She gyrated her
loins and squeezed Marcel into her further.
Marcel noticed that even as she evolved above him, her
eyes were on the boys erection, watching it grow longer
and harder by the instant under her careful guidance.
Her eyes went wide, obviously impressed. She bent down,
opened her mouth and sucked Marius's dick right into
her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down and said,
'Mmm, tastes delicious...'
'This is a great cock! Come on, Marcel, fuck your
little slut wife.'
She licked her lips lustfully and slipped off Marcel
with the obvious intention of experiencing the boy's
dick too. She sat down on the bed, legs shamefully
apart and, taking Marius by the hand, she drew him
towards her. He leaned hesitantly forward and kissed
her on the shoulder. She took hold of his hard penis
and gently toyed with it. Sitting up, Marcel moved
behind her and embraced her from behind, pulling her
body up tight against his naked torso.
Taking one breast in each hand, Marcel fondled and
squeezed them, stretching the hard pointed nipples and
rubbing them up against the boy's chest. Marius gaped,
his mouth wide open in excitement and wonder. His face
was red. Livilla looked down at her nipples, then the
boy's tool. Her eyes were troubled by lust and desire.
'Look at them,' said Marcel with a lewd smile, 'they
are so soft and firm. Look at the points. Aren't they
hard and erect? Do you like them? Do you want to touch
them? Go ahead, touch them,' he encouraged.
The boy shyly reached out and touched them, his hand
trembling with fear and desire. They were voluptuously
soft and firm. He meekly stroked the offered breasts as
one would a wild animal, unsure of himself. Marcel
kneaded them and pushed them forward toward the boy,
rubbing them against the boy's hand. Livilla gasped
with pleasure and gently squeezed the boy's penis still
in her hand.
'Isn't she beautiful?'
Turning to Livilla, Marcel said, 'Show him your lovely
arse.'
She smiled and stuck out her buttocks, licked her
forefinger, dove down between the cleavage of her legs,
then ran her finger over her sex lips. Marcel reached
down between her thighs and parted her red glistening
slit with his fore and middle fingers. Marius could see
the moisture starting to form on her lips and on the
finger as Marcel began to alternate between rubbing her
clitoris and plunging one then two fingers into her
sex.
Marius's eyes widened.
'Open up your thighs,' he said to Livilla. She parted
her legs completely. Then to Marius: 'Look at her
delicious open slit and her lovely body just waiting
for your real cock. See how red and shinny her cunt is
with moisture. See how she creams for you? Can you feel
her vibrating... And you can bet her pussy tastes as
good as it looks.' He insisted.
Livilla took the boy's trembling hand and placed it on
her pubes, pressing her hard sex up against it and
directing and rubbing the fingers around in her humid
slit.
'That's right, touch me there. Like that,' she
whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
'Yes, kiss it well all over,' encouraged Marcel.
Marcel too began to touch and fondle her there as
well. Marcel's hands ran gently over her body,
massaging and caressing, kneading her sex. The boy
caught on, shivering and trembling with passion.
Livilla looked down at the four hands playing with her
body, fondling her breasts, caressing and touching her
slit and a thrill such as she had never before
experienced ran down her spine. She was so aroused.
Marcel kissed her neck and tried to kiss her on the
lips, but she turned her head away quickly and gave him
a condescending half-smile.
'Do you want to fuck her? Do you want to stick that
hard cock of yours into her little tight cunt?' He
asked, turning to the boy.
Marius swallowed, embarrassed and nodded.
'Why, Livilla, you're all wet,' said Marcel. Then
turning to the boy: 'See, she wants you. She wants your
cock in her right now. She wants you to her like a
whore.'
She smiled. Firmly pressing his penis, she knelt up
against him. 'I want you to stroke his cock and help
guide it into my pussy, Marcel.'
Livilla stood up and backed up to Marius and sat on
his lap, his hard cock between her thighs, sticking out
at full attention between them. As she played with his
cock, she said, 'Come and guide his cock into me if you
want to watch me fuck him, darling!'
It was her gallant's cock she wanted to stuff inside
her, not his, he thought bitterly. It seemed
appropriate that Marcel be the one to introduce a
strange cock into his wife's pussy so he fetched the
boy's stem and wrapped his hand around the beer can-
sized shaft. He held the shaft at the base with his
thumb and forefinger encircling the boy's erection. His
thumb and forefinger didn't meet because of the girth.
For the first time in his life Marcel had another man's
cock in his hand.
He experienced a sudden thrill as he felt the hardness
of it. His own cock was very hard from the thrill of
touching the boy's cock! He felt Marius's pole
throbbing with lust and power. Marcel couldn't resist
the impulse to stroke it a few times while waiting for
her to move into position. It was exciting to see the
foreskin covering and uncovering the tender wet head!
Marcel was surprised because the head of his cock was
so very red!
He then rubbed the boy's purple head between her legs
and over his wife's swollen pussy lips and saw her
moisture coat his cock. She hesitated, unsure of
herself. Marcel allayed her hesitation by finding her
mouth with his own. He felt her hand move between her
legs, searching for the boy's penis. Marcel knew how
the boy must be aching to pump this gorgeous female as
he too had enjoyed many prostitutes. Marcel leaned
forward and looked down over his wife's shoulder,
reaching over to take the boy's cock in his hand.
'Open up your thighs, darling. That's right,'
instructed Marcel. 'Slowly... Gently... Move forward.
There. That's right. Place your little pizzle in there,
right against her hole,' he instructed the boy in a
broken voice. 'Push.'
She trembled again, with lust, with fear that his
girth would hurt her. Marcel knew it wouldn't. He
spread his wife's pussy-lips with his other hand and
placed the tip of Marius's cock against the rosy-red
opening beneath her furry patch. Marcel stared with
morbid fascination and arousal as he pressed the boy's
thick greasy pizzle against her wet rubbery red lips.
Livilla lifted her arse and said, 'Guide it into me,
Marcel!'
He placed the head of the cock between the wet swollen
lips of her pussy and stroked the lips, making her
pussy lips spread. He slid it up and down once or twice
more and then while Marcel was holding her pussy open
he started to slide into her and watched her slowly
lower her body, pushing back against it, taking his
hard cock into her hole, watching the cock pop inside
her! Marcel could feel him enter between his fingers.
It was awesome! Livilla, who had kissing her husband
suddenly stopped, gasped and bit her upper lip, then
let out a long, soft moan as the forbidden tool sank
inch by inch into Marcel's wife's dilated and parted
damp sleeve. She opened her eyes and looked directly at
Marcel. She began to make some noise but stopped and
started saying, 'Oh fuck' over and over. Marcel had
actually held another man's penis and inserted into his
wife! Marcel leaned back so he could see the boy push
into her and watch her at the same time. He watched
Marius slide more of his cock in her with each slow
stroke.
She looked over at her husband and smiled. He watched
as Livilla sat down fully until Marcel's hand was
sandwiched completely between the two of them and
Marius's penis was entirely enclosed by her stretched
cunt lips. Marcel kept his hand between Livilla's legs
so he could feel him enter into and pull out of her.
Livilla's cunt was dripping and Marcel could hear the
squishing noises each time he entered her. He had only
penetrated Livilla half way when she started her first
climax. Marcel could feel the boy's pubic hair in my
palm and his wife's damp rubbery sex on the back of his
hand.
Livilla start her hip thrusting onto his cock. Up and
down, letting his cock pull out until only the tip of
the head remained inside her pussy, then down,
swallowing the length of his long cock with her pussy.
At the same moment Marius pushed harder and as her tits
swayed with the motion, he shoved most of his cock into
her. She closed her eyes and groaned, and he pulled
back and rammed all of his cock into her with the next
stroke. Marcel kissed his wife passionately and
lustfully, open-mouthed. He felt the tool going in and
out of her through her kissing. She began thrusting
forward and backwards, side to side and around in slow
circles with her pelvis.
Now and then she would lean forward and rub her
breasts on the boy's chest. Marcel was aware of the
pubic hair of both of them on either side of his hand.
Now and then when Livilla rose up about an inch or so
Marcel could see the shaft he was holding oiled and
glistening from the mixture of cum and her cuntal
juices as it slid into my wife's private juicy pussy.
It felt as if Marcel was fucking her with a live dildo!
Marcel watched her as she bucked up forcing his cock
into her. Livilla had a fantastic orgasm. It was
unbelievable watching just half of his cock withdraw
from her pussy.
Livilla was going wild. Marcel had never seen her so
aroused and eager. He sat transfixed watching Marius's
glistening shaft work in and out of his wife! Marcel
felt so hot. He could not describe it.
Her tongue sought out her husband's mouth the deeper
Marius moved into her so Marcel began shoving Marius's
big hard cock against her pussy. His hand was wet from
his wife's juices. She moaned with the new, never
before felt pleasure of a strange man pumping her
helped by her husband. She looked down to stare at the
boy's cock glistened with a mixture of her pussy juice
and his own pre-cum.
As Marcel watched her tits bounced with the force of
the fucking, he realized that he was finally seeing his
darling wife enjoy sex from a very different
perspective. Furiously, he fondled his wife's breasts
with frustration, envy and desire, shoving and the
boy's cock deeper in her cunt and foraging around,
pumping his wife even harder. She was just a superb
female whose voluptuously breasts yearned to be fondled
and caressed while her burning shaft continuously
demanded to be penetrated.
He bent over and sucked on her nipples as best he
could with the pounding Marius was giving her. Marcel
tried to kiss her, but she was too into the fucking she
was getting now, and was moaning, grunting and telling
him to fuck her.
'You enjoy that, don't you, you lovely bitch... You
like to feel him taking you, to feel his solid phallus
pumping hard inside your sleeve, don't you,' he
gritted, in mixed anger and lust.
She gave him a wry feline smile, groaned and then
shivered with pleasure. She was so troubled and aroused
that she could not reply.
'Can you feel his tool in your cunt?' He asked her.
'Yes! Oh, yes!' She groaned ecstatically. 'He's
sticking it so deep into my guts. I think he is going
to run me through...'
She leaned back letting her hair fall on his
shoulders, then sat upright again.
'Oh, yes! Harder...' She gasped and turning to Marcel,
pleaded: 'Help him, darling. Make his cock harder,
please. Ah! Yes! Like that...'
She thrust her loins forward tightly against the boys
pumping pelvis to better drive his part into her.
Marcel leaned forward over her, let his hands run down
her smooth shoulders, lustfully kissed her on the neck
and reached down with both hands to part her thighs
further. The edge of her sex was red and swollen with
friction from her lover's dick. Livilla lifted herself
up and looked down with an expression of salacious
abandonment at the fingers parting her sex lips to let
her gallant's tool sink up the hilt into her avid
little furry animal. Marcel was looking directly at her
and smiling. She was damn good.
With his other hand, Marcel firmly grabbed hold of
Marius's tool. At the same time Marcel thrust his
pelvis against Livilla's buttocks using his hips to
force her crotch forward even further and harder
against the impaling poker.
'She's adorable, isn't she? You like her? She's so
young, fresh and deliciously sluttish,' he said.
'That's right, ram it deep inside my lover bitch. See
how she enjoys it, the whore... She wants your cock in
her, she wants to be screwed. Show her you're a man,'
said Marcel with a grin. 'Go on!' He encouraged. 'Give
it to her hard! See! She loves it! Fuck her until she
cries hoarse for mercy. '
He watched with a certain immoral enjoyment his wife,
her face distorted with bliss, eagerly squirm, pant and
cry out as she engaged in sex with her lover man right
in front of him. Her mouth was half-open in a loose
ecstatic expression of sheer carnal enjoyment. Her ripe
pouting lips quivered with unclean satisfaction. As he
eagerly pumped his tool to meet thrusting loins and
buried his manhood in her well oiled womb Livilla
glazed by over stimulation. She let out a guttural cry
with each penetration.
'She wants your big pizzle in her. Is he too big for
you, love? You see how she gasps with pleasure! She
wants more cock,' said Marcel, encouraging the boy to
renewed heights of vigour as his cock buried itself
deeply in it's warm wet heaven.
She lifted and spread her legs wider until they were
on the outside of Marius's spread thighs. Marcel was
watching from a very close position between their
spread thighs and his own cock was unbearably hard.
Livilla said, 'Lick my clit while I fuck him, Marcel! I
want to keep coming on his wonderful cock.'
Marcel moved forward and placed his mouth against her
pussy and started licking her stretched lips and her
wet creamy clitoris! Then she said, 'Lick faster,
Marcel!! It feels wonderful!!'
He started licking faster, using longer strokes of his
tongue as she continued moving her pussy up and down
the length of Marius's long cock. It was impossible to
avoid licking Marius's cock while trying to lick her
rapidly moving pussy!
Marius said, 'I feel your tongue on my cock and it
feels great, Marcel!'
When Livilla heard that, she lifted herself up until
the underside of the head of Marius's cock was outside
her pussy with only the tip of his cock was inside her
pussy, exposing the extra sensitive spot under the tip
of the head, and Marcel's tongue was licking that
sensitive place as he continued licking Livilla's
clitoris. Marius said, 'That feels so good, Marcel! I
keep coming when you do that!'
Livilla lowered her body, taking the full length of
Marius's cock deep into her pussy. Then she began
moving her arse in circles, screwing Marius's cock.
Marcel leaned down further in between her thighs and
started licking and sucking the boy's cock and her
pussy all at once. He drove the boy's tip against her
clit with the pressure of his lips. Livilla caressed
his head, running her fingers through his hair. Marcel
pushed the purple-headed cock further inside her.
'Suck on my clit, Marcel! I'm going to cum again!!'
She groaned.
Marcel felt her hands on his head pulling his mouth
tightly into her clitoris. He sucked her clit into his
mouth and teased it with his tongue as Marius was
fucking her at the same time. Livilla's pupils were
completely dilated with ecstasy now. She squeezed her
legs tight so as not to lose one millimetre of the boys
cock, moaned and cried out with intense pleasure: 'Oh,
I'm coming! Caress my breasts...' as she trembled and
started cumming in a violent adulterous orgasm, screwed
witless. Marius continued fucking her as much as he
could with her weight on him as Livilla experienced an
intense orgasm.
Marcel jacked himself off as he watched the sight
before him. Groaning, the boy thrust firmly forward
while Marcel's wife groaned with unchaste and beautiful
ecstasy. Marius still hadn't shot his load although
Livilla had by now climaxed several times. Each time
she became more vocal asking if he could see the boy's
cock disappearing into her and asking Marius to fuck
her harder. She wanted him to shoot his load inside
her, to fill her pussy full of cum.
'Oh God! Ohhh God! I'm coming! Ohhh God, Fuck me! Fuck
me! Fuck me!' She cried out.
Marcel could not help being irresistibly attracted to
her. He passionately and lustfully kissed his lovely,
perverse and unfaithful wife's lips then mouth, in an
open mouthed French kiss, forcing her to respond in
spite of herself. She sat up, turned around and as she
lifted, Marius's cock popped out right. It was very wet
and creamy and even redder than it had been earlier! It
was coated with her cum and his pre-cum but he hadn't
ejaculated! The tip of the head was peeping out through
the opening in the foreskin and it was very red, almost
purple, with excitement.
Livilla proceeded to climb back onto Marcel again
leaving Marius trembling with frustrated desire holding
his swollen erection in one hand with dismay. Looking
at the boy, she told Marius not to cum yet. She wanted
to see him ejaculate!
Her climbing astride of Marcel offered him a quick and
marvellous view of his wife on her hand and knees, her
legs spread apart, her vulva pink and swollen like a
juicy exotic fruit before she pushed him down under
her. Aroused, she had taken her husband back into her
spunk-filled pussy again with one single thrust. There
was no resistance as he entered her hot slippery
sleeve.
She was very loose from fucking her lover's cock. She
began to ride up and down his shaft. She had been
prepared and greased by Marius's sperm and now her
husband's manhood was desperately sliding in and out of
her welcoming cunt with an obscene squelching noise.
She could feel his rod slowly sinking into her,
dissolving, being absorbed with the other and Marcel's
groan of pleasure and frustration as suddenly she
stopped.
She smiled, leaned forward between Marius's legs and
with both hands stroked his banana faster and faster,
then very slowly with long hard strokes until his prick
began to jerk and he came. Marcel was amazed at the
great amount of sperm that came gushing out. He sighed
with inner relief. At least she had had the decency not
welcome that load between her thighs.
As Livilla continued to ride her husband, Marcel
noticed that Marius never really lost his erection. A
fact that did not slip by unnoticed by his spouse. She
closed her eyes, leaned flat forward and turning to
Marius, commanded: 'Come stick your lovely big sex in
me where my husband's pizzle is. Let me see if I can
accommodate you both together! Lets go for a sandwich.
I've always wanted to be fucked by two men at once.'
Marcel was shocked but at the same time tremendously
aroused by his wife extravagantly wanton and perverse
behaviour. Just when he thought he had won her back,
when she had apparently given herself back to him she
would spoil and desecrate the moment by introducing the
others slimy tool. He said and did nothing to protest
as she sank to new levels of debauchery and depravity
however.
'Come on. Hurry up, now. I'm desperate. Don't worry.
If there's not enough room just push,' she said
frantically.
Her voice was feverish with lust. He straddled
Marcel's thighs and pressed his cock down against
Marcel's cock. Clumsily, holding it down with his
fingertips to prevent it from slipping up, Marius
pushed his penis towards the manhood visible in the
glistening red hole and squeezed inside.
'Ease yourself alongside my husband's prick now,' said
Livilla, reaching down to guide the phallus into the
already occupied opening. 'Yes, that's a good boy. Like
that... Ah!.. Easy now. Let me feel you inside me. Let
me feel you both in there. Stop a moment now, Marcel.
Don't move. Let your young friend go deeper into me.
Yes, like that. Deeper...'
Livilla's pussy muscles relaxed momentarily and
Marius' cock popped in. He pushed until his balls were
against Marcel's. 'See how she enjoys it, the whore...
She wants your cock in her. She wants to be screwed.'
Sniggered Marcel.
'Oh, yes! Marcel, help him fuck me...' She groaned.
She gasped as he rubbed against her sheath alongside
Marcel. The two phallus pressed against one another in
the moist grip of her womb. They moved together as one
super cock inside her body. The feeling was incredible.
Marius timed his thrusts to be the opposite of
Marcel's. The friction against Marcel's cock felt so
good! Every so often, he would drive in at the same
time, filling her so full of cock that she howled with
delight. He felt the moisture on her patch from the
previous man's seed. She now had both cocks poking
inside her hole at the same time. It was too late to
stop it now even if he had wanted to, thought Marcel.
The harm was done so he should do everything he could
to serve his hungry and insatiable wife and get his
juices in there too and make sure she got the enjoyment
and pleasure she so craved. He had no choice but to
help her avid little cunt stuff as much cock in it as
it could since he had silently supported her and was so
shamefully aroused.
He was shocked to be enjoying this sharing of her with
his friends. He really got a kick out of it.
'Fuck her harder,' he encouraged Marius. She groaned,
winced and screwed her eyes shut. 'You're enjoying it,
aren't you darling? See how she loves it?' Her jaws
were clamped shut, her teeth hard set, every muscle in
her body tense and taut and her nostrils flared.
Marius obeyed, panting and pushing his tool even
further into her burning, contracting tightness. The
feeling of those two cocks pressed tightly against one
another in the moist grip of her womanhood was
unbearable. It was as if they formed one massif double-
barrelled organ, moving in and out of her like pistons
in a tight well-oiled engine shaft. She fantasised of a
dozen other partners and cocks sticking into her and
taking her in dozens of positions at the same time. Her
body felt rigid and strained. She jammed her eyes
closed and opened her sweet red lips in a half
suppressed sigh as her rosy cheeks flushed in frenzied
emotion.
She cried out in sheer ecstasy, then whimpered
incoherently as her every suppressed desire found
passionate fulfilment. She felt herself released of
every inhibition. She wanted to take everything she
could stand until she was sore in the private parts and
shaken and too weak to walk.
She felt the huge surge in her senses as she
experienced a tremendous orgasm while the tightly
pressed cocks moved obscenely as one in her stretched
womanhood. The two cocks inside her were just too much
to bear. It was so perversely delicious! Oh, how she
loved it! She had never done anything so shamefully
perverse! Now that she had tried it and liked it she
knew that she would do it again with many other
partners. If only she could have a cock stuck in her
mouth and another in her arse as well, she thought with
regret.
The two cocks slid in and out, rubbing against each
other and against her tight slit.
'Take me, share me between you, take me both of you...
both cocks,' she muttered, her eyes glazed with
ecstasy. She was bursting.
Marcel moved back a moment to catch his breath and
extracted his cock from her. He watched as the boy
laboured away at her glistening juicy slit. His wife
seemed to enjoy having someone else's prick stuck up
inside her. He watched as they panted and rolled over.
His wife was momentarily crouched on all fours on top
of Marius, then Marius was on top of her again. They
were really going at it like rabbits.
Marcel felt his hard blood-gorged erection throbbing
with desire. His body felt warm and his eyes were hazy.
He too wanted to share her and stick his aching phallus
into her battered red arse hole.
'Go on! Fuck her more! Fill her womanhood with your
seed,' he insisted as he knelt down beside them and
looked at the long red stem going in and out of her
sperm frothing and dilated hole. She was like a warm
voluptuous flower, an open juicy fruit waiting to be
fertilised. Her tongue flicked over her wet red lips.
Her mouth was open in pure bliss, as if to swallow a
cock. She looked drugged with obscene enjoyment. He
felt like reaching out and taking her sex fully in his
hand and then rubbing his hand over her sticky cunt wet
with wanton secretions. His sex throbbed painfully as
he watched the boy draw sap from her. She was creaming
like mad with lust for him. He longed to feel, share
and enjoy her warmth again. Unfortunately he had pulled
out too early.
Marcel watched as Marius came near to the end. Livilla
was undulating slowly and keeping the boy as deep in
her as she could until Marius was aching. With a loud
trailing moan, the boy jerked, thrust in and began to
ejaculate again. Marcel knew he was going to pump his
load into his lovely wife's willing pussy. Marcel moved
closer to see the moment and as the boy's arse
clenched, he groaned and Marcel could see his balls
move as he spurted his vigorous young seed deep into
her guts, his oats mingling with her secretions in an
exotic explosive and receptive cocktail.
While he was still releasing deep into her, she began
to shudder and spasm. She grabbed her own tits as she
too came like a bitch in heat when she felt his sperm
rush into her guts. Her inner vaginal muscles
contracted, pulsating and sucking in his sperm. Marcel
could feel them both orgasm, Livilla shuddering and
Marius's tool pulsated simultaneously. All the time
Marcel's hard on was waving in the air, his face was
flushed and hot.
Marius must have really come, as the milky white spunk
flowed and filled her womanhood, leaking out of her
bursting sleeve as he pumped her. It ran down the crack
of her arse, onto the bed. She touched the spunk with
her finger, brought it to her mouth and tasted it. She
gripped the cock inside her, resolved to squeeze every
last drop of juice from it. Moaning, the boy lay over
her and she reached to his head and gave him a deep
kiss. She was so excited. She didn't want to stop, not
now. Her sex was still hungry for more male parts. Even
her bottom was itching. What she needed was a fresh
vigorous new pizzle in there too but that would have to
wait until later when perhaps she could borrow one of
Sara's clients. The thought made her come with sinful
lust. In the meantime, she would have to make do with
her husband.
'Grab your pizzle, darling, wet it with your friend's
spunk... that's right, rub in well that elixir. Like
that... You'll see, it might absorb some of his young
manly vigour which frankly you could do with. Now bring
his young seed into my bottom, stick it into my bottom.
Yes, like that. Ah!' She groaned.
She wanted to make sure that even when her husband
took her, he would be unwittingly consecrating her
immoral and promiscuous fornication by also engaging in
an unnatural act. By perversely pumping her lovers
adulterous seed into her arse he would be helping
dishonour her and not interfere with her getting
pregnant by her virile young buck.
He took the sperm and rubbed it around his tool until
it formed a thick coating over his penis. Moving behind
her, he gripped her waist and parted her warm, smooth
firm buttocks. He looked down. The other man's prick
was still imbedded in her swollen red pussy, jutting
from her parted sex lips. She had refused to relinquish
it yet. He stared at it as he wedged his own penis up
against her round hole, then forced the instrument
forward into her anal tightness. In so doing he had
pushed her gallants' sperm into her before him as a
protection against his own defilement. She cried out
with sheer joy as she felt herself impaled in the arse.
It was too much for her, too strong and she came with a
loud beautiful groan, triggering Marcel's own
ejaculation. Marius moved about in her burning cunt
before he too joined them, spurting yet another load of
seeds deep into her sheath. Livilla had never before
experienced anything so lewd or so obscenely
delightful.
***
The next day Marius moved in with them. After lunch,
Livilla persuaded them to all go up to the bedroom
where Livilla started by kissing Marcel passionately
and fondling his sex through his clothes. She was going
to make love with two men at the same time and this
novel little game excited her immensely. She could
control things as Marcel depended on her. He needed and
wanted a woman who needed to satisfy her burning inner
fire without consuming totally and she could give him
that. This time however, she was determined to direct
affairs and make Marcel do as she willed. He had no
choice. She would get her own way by whatever means.
Besides, she knew that beneath his frustration he liked
to watch her get laid and was just as eager as she was
to see that cock screwing her.
Marcel's sex stood hard and erect, ready to serve. He
was already aroused. As her lips met Marcel's, they
engaged in passionate, wet and wanton mouth to mouth
kiss. Marius placed his hand on Marcel's wife's knee
without daring to go any further for the time being.
Marcel removed his wife's top and began to knead her
breasts while Marius ran his hands over her body. She
felt Marius run his hands up her skirt and touch her
between the legs. She experienced an electrifying
thrill as he delicately began to fondle her sex. It
made her close her eyes, bite her lips and opened her
thighs to give him access. By using her every effort
and will power to withstrain herself she was able to
ignore him for the time being. She knew she could not
afford to take her mind off her husband just yet. She
had to concentrate 100% on getting him so excited that
she could deceive him. She had to make him forget
everything except his tool. Once bewitched by her
feminine sexuality, she would be able to make him do
anything she wanted, even assist her in her enjoyment.
Lifting her up, Marcel put one stockinged thigh on his
leg and the other on Marius' lap. Their fingers began
to caress her sex through her panties, sharing her
body. Marcel felt her already humid, open and ready.
His erection seemed that it would burst free from his
thong. Her tongue darted into her husband's mouth. He
groaned and embraced her hard. Her deception was
working, she thought smiling with smug satisfaction.
With a wry smile, she turned around to face Marius,
simultaneously unclipping her skirt and letting it
slide gently to the floor. Marcel put his arms around
her and cupped her breasts.
Livilla looked down at Marius hungrily.
'Kneel,' she commanded and the boy did as she bid.
'Darling, don't you think he would like to lick my
cunt?' She said, her eyes sparkling avidly as she fixed
the boy. Marcel pressed his groin into her buttocks and
pulled her tightly against him.
Marius pulled her panties to one side, revealing her
bushy mound. Without further ado, like an obedient dog
following his master's unvoiced commands, Marius fell
eagerly between her legs and buried his face in her
bushy mound. Slipping his tongue along her delicious
crevices he delved in and around her furry crack
already sticky with unchaste desire, licking and
tasting her femininity. She let out a squeal of delight
and pasted her sex against his face like a bitch in
heat. Panting with excitement and clutching at her
thighs, Marius nozzled in with renewed confidence,
licking and lapping at her exposed parts copiously with
loud slurps of ravishment, preparing her for her new
master. It was simply wonderful, thought Livilla. To
crown it all, her dividends began to pay off when her
husband conveniently began to kiss her face and knead
her breasts. By this time, she was truly aroused.
She sat down and directed her husband to discard his
thong. It was time to use him to prepare her for her
treat, she thought to herself. She was going to make
him oil the way for her lover and make him enjoy doing
it. She took hold of their tall erections, one in each
hand as Marius continued to lick her clitoris and pussy
and finger fuck her. He seemed to adore the taste and
scent of her bushy furrow. She leaned over towards
Marcel and took his swollen tool into her mouth and her
lips drew up and down his stem. Marcel watched as the
tool disappeared between her red lips. The sight of her
giving him an oral made him very stiff. As Marius moved
back, Marcel realised his face was soiled with her
naughty cuntal secretions where he had been tasting his
adulterous wife. She groaned as her lover began to
caress her between the legs.
Livilla said 'Marius, if it's okay with you please can
you and Marcel stroke each other's cocks while I watch?
Nothing heavy.... just jerk each other off a little?'
Marius never had thought of himself as bisexual,
although an occasional fantasy of touching another
man's cock had entered his mind from time to time.
Marcel looked into his wife's eyes, and now could see a
look he had never seen before. She gave him a look that
left no doubt that not only did she give approval, she
wanted him to. He made up his mind.
Marcel took Marius's cock in his hand. Marius's cock
felt so much different than his own. It was a full inch
shorter than his, but thicker. As he moved the skin
back and forth in a pumping motion, he found that
touching his friend's cock was not unpleasurable, and
to his surprise, he found his own cock getting harder
as he did so. As Marius stroked his cock, Marcel almost
came... he had never been touched by another man. Maybe
it was his touch, or maybe it was seeing his wife
making love to another woman... maybe it was both ..the
sheer eroticism of the evening was factor.
Livilla could stand it no, longer. She motioned for
Marcel to release his hold on her husband's cock, and
he kneeled between her legs.
'Now,' she said, 'put it in me.' Marcel already
bursting, didn't need any more encouragement. Moving
around to the front, he kneeled down on the floor and
promptly buried his tool in the hot steamy well
prepared jungle between her open legs. As Livilla felt
his hot tool slide into her well prepared sleeve, and
Marcel began pumping his wife's pussy she looked over
at Marius and said, 'Bring me that big cock of yours.'
Marius offered his semi-erect cock to Marcel's wife's
eager mouth. Livilla grabbed his cock and began rubbing
the wet cock head all over her face, spreading his
juices on her cheeks and lips. She avidly took Marius's
cock deep into her throat and began to suck it
frantically. She wanted this soldier hard and ready to
take over from her husband as quickly as possible.
'Yeah, feed her your cock. Feed the hungry bitch your
big fucking cock. Fuck her face with your cock.' Marcel
encouraged him as he continued to pump into his wife's
gaping
Marcel could tell this was getting her hotter.
'Suck that cock bitch, suck it for me while your
boyfriend fucks your hot wet little cunt. Let him see
you swallow my fucking cock like a whore,' he urged
her.
She was hot all right, but also hungry and impatient.
'Yes, fuck me hard,' she said to her husband. Her
smile was rigid, artificial. She just wanted to get it
over with and quickly. 'Can't you come quicker?' She
complained, lips pursed with boredom. As Marcel thrust
at her loins, she was thinking about the other man's
huge cock and fantasising it was fucking her instead.
This made her really wet.
Marcel watched, eyes wide, as his wife worked Marius's
cock in her gorgeous mouth with astonishing dexterity.
He pumped in and out of her, assisting her further in
her depravity. Not even the hardest veterans could
withstand this assault without result. Noticing his
acute state of readiness and feeling he was ready to
burst forth into her mouth, Livilla signalled to her
husband to swap places and let her gallant take over.
Marcel directed her onto his friend's cock. She sat up,
pulled up the hem of her skirt and sat on down on his
thick erection. They, kissed and fondled for a moment,
then disengaged.
They took her from behind, one after the other. She
adored being screwed like that. When Marius' turn came
again, Marcel moved back obediently to let the other
take his position, but as Marius was about to slide his
bulging tool correctly into her by now well moistened
pussy, her husband put a hand on the boy's shoulder and
suggested with a lewd smirk: 'Stick it in her arse hole
instead. She won't mind. She loves that.'
The boy hesitated but a moment, then on impulse, he
thrust forward into her tight rectum. Livilla let out a
vulgar gasp of surprise and pleasure and sucked hard on
her husband's tool with gratitude. She loved being
sodomised. It was burning and painful but delicious.
Too bad she hadn't made her husband prepare her there
too, she thought distractedly. Her husband was just a
dildo in her mouth, but with her strutting young
handsome lover between her legs she was in heaven. She
wanted to swap around a bit, but Marius was enjoying
himself so much that she was content to let him go on
fucking her until the inevitable climax and restrict
Marcel to her mouth.
As she felt herself approaching a shattering climax,
she decided she again wanted to take both cocks in her
at the same time for the occasion. Making her husband
withdraw his fragrant shinning tool, she guided him
towards her glistening red sleeve by pushing her groins
obscenely towards him.
Grabbing hold of her firmly to keep her still, Marcel
eased the head of his saliva-covered cock into the hole
next to Marius. As his nine inch cock worked it's way
into her arse, Livilla moaned loudly and Marcel knew
she was loving the sensations she was experiencing for
the first time; two live cocks in her arse and pussy at
the same time.
She reached back to spread her cheeks as Marcel
pressed harder, until it finally popped. Forcing
herself back onto Marcel's cock and Marius's caused
both of them to be fully embedded at the same time and
the feeling of Marius's cock pressing against his
through her thin membrane was unbelievable.
'Yes, yes, she said, I feel so full. I've never felt
so full and stuffed in my life,' Livilla exclaimed.
'Now fuck me, fuck me hard like a slut, bitch whore. I
want to feel nasty and used.'
She urged Marcel to start fucking as she lay on top of
her lover. He eagerly complied, slowly fucking her arse
at first, then pumping into her with greater speed and
force. Once Marcel was fully buried into her arse, past
the second internal sphincter muscle, he eased back out
and began to pump into her arse with long steady
strokes. Marcel started to pump into his wife's hot
little arse as her new stud boyfriend pumped her pussy
with his over sized cock. She almost fainted with joy
as she experienced being vaginally and anally
penetrated simultaneously. She made sure that one prick
was jammed tightly up her back and the other in her
slot until she could not take one more inch of cock
She cried out with delight to Marcel: 'Yes, harder, my
love! Stick your cock into my pussy as far as it can
go... Do you like your mistress's new lover?'
The two men began to work her together, pumping their
big cocks in and out of her cunt and arse in unison.
Marcel alternated his strokes with Marius's so that
when one cock was buried, the other was being pulled
out. Livilla was whimpering and groaning in pain and
ecstasy like a bitch in heat. With that Marius and
Marcel began to pound into her holes at the same time,
both of their cocks filling her holes together. Livilla
met their thrust with those of her own, matching them
with the same vigor if not the same force. Seeing his
wife like this, another man touching her so lustfully,
seeing her act so nasty was the biggest turn on in
Marcel's life to this point. He grabbed my wife's
little waist and pounded her arse harder.
'Go on!' Cried Marcel. 'I want to see him come inside
you, my love!'
'Oh God, his cock is too good! I'm cuming.' She cried.
Her face distorted with bliss as she tried to hold it
back and experienced a shattering orgasm. 'Ah! Fill me
with your sperm!' She gasped. She started cumming and
let Marius and Marcel know in no uncertain terms.
'Fuck, fuck me raw, I'm cummiiiing, and I wanna feel
you two shoot your loads in me. I want to feel you fill
me up at the same time. Ooooh yeeesssss!'
Her arse muscles and cunt muscles started spasming,
sucking on their cocks like a milking machine in a
barn. The sensation of the tightness was too much for
Marcel. He held her hips as he shoved into her. Her
muscles clenched for over a minute. Marcel couldn't
hold back any longer so he buried himself in her tight
arse and let go, filling her back door with a huge
load. Having been near the end of her orgasm this sent
Livilla over the edge and she kept cumming.
'Ooh yess, I can.. feel your juices.. filling.. my
arse baby, give'em to meee.'
Marcel's cock finally spent itself and as he started
to slowly pump her arse his juices began oozing out and
running down into Marius's still pumping cock.
Livilla groaned: 'Oh God.. I want your cum in my
fucking pussy. Fill me up so we can start again. Fill
my slutty pussy up with your load you big cocked
fucker.'
Marius then thrust upward and held her tight on his
lap and Marcel could feel his cock pumping his load
into my wife. His cock pulsed as her lover burst forth.
She felt his spunk fill her pussy. She came in a
colossal orgasm which left her breathless, burning in
both holes, weak in the legs and knees but totally
satiated for the time being. It was so beautiful she
did not feel the pain. Marius withdrew from her
buttocks and the last of his warm seed which hadn't
spurted into her arse dribbled down her sex.
Livilla and Marcel both agreed that having Marius in
their life had beneficial to their marriage. He never
doubted for a minute that Livilla didn't love Marius.
Marcel knew she loved him but there was a physical
attraction between her and Marius. Marcel had never
felt such extreme sexual arousal in his entire life.
Sure, there was a tiny bit of jealousy on his part but
the sexual gratification and the improvement in their
marriage far and away outweighed any negative thoughts
he may have had. To Livilla's credit, she never tried
to make any comparisons between Marius and her husband.
Chapter VI Descent into Depravity
The first time Livilla made love for money was in the
most unexpected of circumstances. It was at Marcel's
very own urging. They had been invited to a special
party held by a good friend of Marcel's, a certain
Senator Juncus Virgilianus. The senator had lain on an
extravagant banquet of food and wines for Herod, a
visiting eastern prince. There would be no cheap
African olive oil served on his table. The prince was
suspected of being one of the wealthiest men in the
East and his reputation with riches was only rivalled
by his renowned taste for women. He was said to be a
man of great virility who enjoyed making love to many
women in the same day. After the food and dancing had
got well under way, true to his reputation, a slave
announced that they were all going to play a game.
Livilla had joined in without second thoughts.
The men and women were separated and the women were
lead into an adjoining chamber.
Facing the intrigued and excited group of women, Herod
had smiled and announced: 'I would like to invite all
you women to join me in a special game. You don't have
to play if you don't want to, of course. Think of the
rewards if you do.' 'What do we have to do,' asked one
of the women, intrigued and excited.
He then explained that he wished to make love to each
one of them and if they agreed to take part, he would
reward each of them with a magnificent diamond, but
they would have to earn it first! As he spoke, his face
shone with perverse joy.
A gasp went up at this announcement. Some women
giggled and laughed while others gave signs of
stupefaction, shock, disgust and outrage. The room was
filled with noise. This was extravagant even by
decadent Roman standards!
Livilla felt a mixed reaction of shock, disgust, fear
and morbid curiosity at the obscene proposal. What
sheer gull, she thought with astonishment! How dare he
put such a lewd proposition so openly and shamelessly
to such a distinguished company of ladies. Didn't he
realise that most of them were married? To appeal to
such base instincts! Every woman had her price though,
she thought bitterly, even herself. There was no
doubting that.
Was there truth then in the saying that beneath every
woman lay a whore and that the best bred women of Rome
made the best whores? She was sure that the lure of
gain would prove irresistible to many, even to those
who would have lain with the Prince out of sheer
curiosity.
The idea of having sex with this rich Arab lured and
at the same time disgusted her. The reward however was
great: prestige, money and the thrill of a new and
unpredictable adventure... It was like a dream. It all
appeared so unreal. The other girls around her seemed
to display mixed reactions too. Helen Virgilianus
seemed to be the most annoyed: 'All this is revolting.
Surely you don't expect us to accept it, do you?' She
was saying.
As for the lady to her right, she seemed as in a daze.
Sabina, the young wife of an elderly senator was
jubilant. She was simply overflowing with excitement.
'Oh, isn't this wonderful,' she was saying to her
neighbour. 'This is going to be such fun. I know it!'
She clasped her hands to her face.
If their husbands in the next room were to get wind of
this, it would all end badly... Could she accept?
Livilla suddenly felt frightened. What if Marcel were
to find out. What would he think, what would he say?
Think of the reward, the thrill! Hadn't he always told
her that she was free to do as she wished with her
body?
'Those of you who do not wish to take part,' said
Prince Herod, 'please follow this slave next door.
Thank-you.'
Two ladies excused themselves from the group. Livilla
wavered, torn between lust, uncertainty and greed. She
was hot and weak. She licked her lips. Her eyes
sparkled in eagerness, embarrassment and curiosity. She
hesitated, looking at the others, seeking reassurance.
The lady standing immediately before her seemed
hesitant too. Livilla was shocked when she noticed
Lara, the wife of her cousin, among those who
unflinchingly stood their ground. She had always
thought her a pillar of respectability, the way she
acted with her husband, all that was said about her,
portrayed her as a devoted and happily married woman.
She was shocked to see her remain.
She looked around again. Helen was still protesting to
another lady.
'Surely you can't expect to take us all. Why there
must be sixteen of us!' She exclaimed with disgust.
'I do,' said Prince Herod firmly. 'I intend to start
with you since you seem the keenest. Come with me
please.' He commanded.
Helen Virgilianus gasped, started to say something
angrily. She shut up however and followed the Arabian
Prince quietly into the next room. She left the door
open behind her. The women crowded around the entrance
to look in. Livilla saw the Arab whisper something in
Helen's ear. Her face turned red.
Livilla saw her lift up her skirt and pull down her
panties, while the prince undressed. The Prince then
gave her further instructions in the same manner and
she responded by proceeding to kneel down on the floor
rugs then lean forward until she was on all fours. She
waited, docile.
Herod went behind her and lifted up her skirt,
revealing her bare buttocks. Placing a diamond on her
bottom, he climbed on top of her and positioned his
cock head against her rear opening. With one push, he
brutally shoved both his long instrument and the gem
into her like a suppository. The long virility
disappeared completely inside her. She jumped, but did
not protest.
Livilla saw Helen's face as he stuck the diamond into
her. Her expression changed but she neither sobbed nor
cried out, she just bit her lips while the Arab went
deeper into her tight hole from behind, holding her by
the hips.
Livilla was both excited and disgusted. The women
looked at each other. Sabina smiled and giggled
nervously. Livilla saw the Arab's face shine with joy.
Kneeling behind her and holding her by the waist he
began to slip in and out of her posterior, pushing the
diamond further and deeper into her rectum.
Livilla felt mixed emotions as she watched her friend
being sodomised. Seeing the stranger's sex going in and
out of those open thighs aroused her more than she
would admit. The other woman watched with drooling
eagerness, disgust or perverse craving.
A few moments later Helen groaned as Herod erupted in
her. She emerged, shocked and smiling. The women looked
at each other.
They heard the Prince cry out from next door: 'Next!'
Before she knew what she was doing, Livilla felt an
irresistible force compel her forward. She felt
exhilarated.
She entered the room and suddenly froze. Her face went
pale. She would have sold her soul to the devil not to
be there.
Prince Herod stood before her, a broad smile, hands
apart in a welcoming gesture, wearing absolutely
nothing. She looked at him and her eyes widened as they
came to rest on his long and extremely thin erection.
'Well,' he said, ''what are we waiting for?'
A cold shiver ran down her spine. What was she to do?
'I've never done this before... I mean for money,' she
stuttered.
The Arab laughed and took her by the hand.
'You'll see. It isn't very different. Let me explain
the game to you. There is only one rule: You do as I
say and I give you your reward. You see this diamond?
Big isn't it. All you have to do is lift up your tunic,
bend over and then I will insert it into you, with my
cock of course. You like diamonds?' He asked.
She nodded and he laughed. His laughter resonated
throughout the room.
He stepped up to her and kissed her. Her eyes were
distant as she took her turn. She neither resisted nor
tried to breakaway. She just remained passive. He
laughed again.
'Good,' he said. 'Let us get down to business then.'
Hesitating, she slowly bent over.
'That's right,' he said smoothly.
He lifted up her tunic. She felt weak. Should she
really go ahead with this or should she cry out for
help? She closed her eyes tightly. She was determined
not to feel any pleasure. This was strictly business,
she tried to tell herself. Oh God, she felt him
fumbling with the cold stone against her opening. What
should she do?
With one practised stroke, he shoved his load, stone
and tool, deep into her already moist sleeve from
behind.
She was obviously scared as well as secretly excited.
As he slipped in and out of her expression changed. She
winced and bit her upper lip
Suddenly, she let out a little cry. They could hear
her outside. She gasped, then sighed with relief as he
withdrew from her.
She was about to stand up when he stopped her.
'Surely you don't think it's over?' The Arab laughed.
'I'm not letting you off that easily all the same. Why,
we have only just begun! We Arabs always fuck women
(and camels) in the arse...'
'I've never done that before!' She protested,
outraged.
'There has to be a first time,' he replied, laughing.
She trembled with anticipation as his hand touched her
knee, ran up her smooth thigh and stopped just above
the leg. She bit her lip as his fingers probed her
slit. Suddenly, he drew back.
Without further warning his hands parted her buttocks.
Guessing his intentions, she cried out: 'No !Not that!
You're enormous. You'll kill me!'
She should have realised that it wouldn't be that
simple, that she would have to earn the diamond. She
wondered what it would feel like. She had never made
love in such a manner. She wondered if she would be
able to get his phallus in her.
He laughed, weighed down and drove his dirty
lubricated tool into her rectum.
Her whole body experienced the most marvellous and
unbearable pain. There was a different note in her
voice after that, a mixture of anger, pleasure and self
loathing, as Herod's firm long thrusts awoke sensations
in her she did not want to experience. She gasped as he
nearly split her in two.
'Stop !You're hurting me...' She gasped and sobbed,
crying out with ecstasy and disgust.
'You're just a whore on the make and I'm giving you
what you deserve.' He grunted as he laboured at her
rectum.
Her breasts bounced with each strong rhythmic thrust.
The pain was slowly replaced by a turpid and guilty
pleasure.
'You've gone too far! Ah, yes...'
It felt as if she had been spit in two by his long
strokes. She remained motionless while he slid his tool
in and out of her and fondled her vagina beneath. She
felt herself loosing control over her actions. She
began to pant and thrust her buttocks backwards to meet
him. The muscles of her tightness clutched and
unclenched his penis. What an outrageous sensation! Her
whole body was being used and defiled yet she felt
herself crave even greater depths of depravity and
turpitude.
Suddenly she cried out, grasping the cushions, her
whole body convulsing under him. He groaned and
discharged violently in her.
Her face red with mixed emotions. She drew away and
scrambled to get dressed quickly, not having the
courage to look up.
'I like you, girl!' Exclaimed Herod heartily. 'If you
stay and help me break the next girl, I will give you
another diamond!' He declared.
Livilla bit her lip. Help him with another girl? The
thought tantalised her, awakening her desires again.
This was her biggest weakness, she thought.
Sabina suddenly appeared in the doorway. Her eyes were
shining bright with desire. Obviously, she could wait
no longer!
'I'm not interrupting anything?' She asked innocently.
She walked up to Herod and brazenly embraced him. He
kissed her passionately and fondled her.
Suddenly stepping back, he smiled broadly and pulled
her frock over her head. She was wearing nothing
beneath save a pair of white stockings. She had come
prepared...
It would be a pity to ladder her stockings, she
thought. Both the Prince and Livilla looked upon her
with desire. She was an extremely attractive woman.
Sabina and the Prince sat down and began to kiss and
fondle each other. Livilla, unable to resist any
longer, joined them, letting her hands run over there
other girls' body with undisguised avidity.
This threesome seemed to arouse the Arab who suddenly
straddled Sabina and drove his blood gorged tool into
her. Sabina moaned and clutched him with delight. She
began to respond to Livilla's kisses and, as if some
hidden force had suddenly been unleashed, she began to
make wild love to the Arab while clutching at Livilla's
own femininity! Livilla groaned with renewed pleasure
as she felt the mad tongue flick over and dig into her
slit. Diving between the other's legs, she licked and
tasted where the man drove into her new girlfriend's
moisture with his meat.
Inter linked, the three had sex furiously until each
of them had reached his climax over and over again.
After they had finished straightened their dresses and
had left, the Arab called in the next woman.
Several hours later, the Prince sent them back to
their husbands, having pleasured all sixteen of them...
It was not until after that Marcel began to suspect
what had happened that evening, but by then it was too
late.
The party had finished very late and Helen Virgilianus
had invited the guests to sleep over. The room was
limited for so many guests. Being good friends of the
Virgilianus's, Helen had suggested that Marcel and
Livilla share their bed. They were all so tired but
Marcel had difficulty sleeping. He must have slept a
little because when he opened his eyes he had
difficulty remembering where he was.
It was pitch black in the room with the shutters
drawn. Marcel was only half awake in the dark. He
remembered how the four of them had ended up exhausted
in the bed and now that they had all moved about he
felt disoriented.
There was a warm feminine presence close to him and
instinctively he reached out and to feel her in the
dark. She didn't move. She could be asleep, he thought.
She had her back turned to him. Who was it lying on her
side with her back towards him? He snuggled up tightly
behind her and pressed his chest against her naked
back.
He let his hand run up her body then fondled and
squeezed her breasts as he leaned over to kiss and
nibble at her ear lobe and at her neck. She let out a
willing little sigh of delight as she felt his hard
erection press against her bottom. He inhaled and her
musk scent entered his body. He had woken up aroused
and now that he felt his pizzle work into the curly
coarse wire-haired groove of her cuntal furrow he just
wanted to plant his rigid tool in her even though he
knew he had no right to do so.
Although something told him this wasn't Livilla, he
pretended to believe it was, lying even to himself. The
girl responded somewhat, wiggling her back against his
chest. He pressed his firm buttocks tighter against her
and felt her breathing become more irregular as he
nibbled at her ear, kissed and licked her neck, all the
while caressing her discretely and intimately. Surely
Livilla would not notice, would not probably even wake
up if he discretely took her here and now, he thought.
As he reflected he daringly slipped his tool under her
bottom from behind and along her cuntal furrow.
He felt Helen or was it Livilla (?), jerk, then
quietly respond, thrusting her rump backwards in little
movements, rubbing his cock between her groove. Marcel
was tremendously hard and aroused. He clung onto the
girl firmly and they kissed open mouthed. He felt her
wet tongue in her mouth and he felt her hand reach down
to the tool beneath her and discretely press the crown
inside her slit, guiding the swollen cock-head past her
moisture. He was so aroused he could not think anymore.
He pushed into her and she thrust her bottom backwards
hard against him. He was really doing it, he thought
with exhilaration. He knew it was not his wife but did
not care. He just held on to Helen's waist tightly and
began to thrust in and out of her well used sleeve,
letting his tool slide nearly all the way out until
only the head was in and then driving it back in until
he could feel her firm moist opening, squeezing tightly
against his pelvis. He just wanted to pump his hard
cock in and out of her pussy until he died of pleasure.
He pushed further in, making sure every last inch of
cock entered her.
She sighed and accelerated the movement. Gaining some
control over his emotions, he forced himself to ensure
she was experiencing as much pleasure as him. Her
nostrils were flared with pleasure and her little white
teeth shone with the full moon in her half opened
mouth. Holding on to her heavy breasts, he thrust
faster. He heard a noise and peered intently towards
the other side of the bed. In the moonlight which
filtered through now he could just make out the other
woman. She had stirred, obviously spied them and
understood what was happening. However at first she did
not move.
If Marcel had not heard her breathing grow heavier, he
would have thought that he had been mistaken, that she
was still be asleep after all. Then he realised that
she was caressing herself as she lay in the dark,
silently watching them, masturbating herself, imagining
that he was screwing her. She had difficulty breathing
as rubbed her clitoris hard to make sure she pleasured
herself and orgasmed wantonly and deliciously.
Without ceasing to masturbate herself, Marcel watched
her cuddle close to the other man. She quietly slipped
on top of the other man and they kissed long and deep
with surprising intimacy and passion. Marcel heard a
sigh from Livilla as the kiss broke. Then they kissed
some more. It was hot and heavy. Marcel's cock was as
hard as steel as he watched his wife passionately kiss
a man who was not her husband. Livilla looked over
towards them, giving him a smile, and licked her lips.
Marcel realized the irony of it all. Here he was in bed
and having sex with a delicious nude woman, watching
his wife passionately kiss a man who was not her
husband.
It was pitch black. She could barely even make out his
face. Livilla felt his hand on her thigh. His hand was
warm. Marcel saw movement under the covers as they both
used their hands to explore each others body. He was
caressing her lightly, as if unsure about what to do.
She reached down and grabbed his arm and guided his
hand upward toward her waiting pussy. The man had begun
to fondle her through. It was obvious that she held his
cock in her hands and was pumping it slowly up and down
as they continued their kissing. In the dim light
Marcel noticed the slow regular movement under the
covers.
Both of them were moaning. When he realised that she
was quietly but rhythmically thrusting her loins at her
partner he was almost positive Juncus had his cock in
her, but did he really? Their movements were so slow,
gentle - not the hard fucking he would expect from a
first time. Although Marcel could not see much in the
darkness, he could hear her soft regular erotic sighs
and panting so he was not totally sure what was
happening. Strangely, Marcel found himself almost as
excited by what Livilla was doing as by what he and
Helen were doing.
As Marcel watched she now sat up, straddling the man's
flanks with her thighs, reached down and pulled up her
dress over her head and dropped it gently to one side
revealing the sensuous curves of her fine naked body.
Her firm breasts and pointed nipples were shadowed by
the half-light as was her smooth silhouette. There was
no doubt that this was Livilla. He gasped with anger
and frustration and pumped harder at Helen who groaned
with ecstasy, mistaking his anger for pleasure. As
Marcel watched, going in and out of Helen's posterior
distractedly, his gaze fixed on his wife, Livilla sat
astride of Juncus, riding her lover's tool silently.
With each of Marcel's penetrations of the luscious and
voluptuous Helen, Livilla thrust her groin down at her
lovers tool. Her fingers dug into his chest, slowly but
firmly grinding her buttocks back and forth on the
man's rod. Her sex muscles contracted vigorously around
his cock. She was enjoying being penetrated vertically
in the dark. The man groaned and clung to her waist as
he pushed upwards and into her. She threw back her head
and shook her hair. Her mouth was profiled in the
light: her lips open wide with bliss, her hair hanging
down her back as she fondled both her own breasts,
sighing and letting out a little cry with each thrust
of her loins and with each penetration.
Aroused despite himself, Marcel pumped at his partner
like a young dog in heat, going hard and fast until he
came, quickly releasing himself in Helen's welcoming
depths. Helen cried out and thrust her loins,
scratching wildly at him in bliss as he clung onto her
desperately, still silently watching Livilla pleasure
herself on the tool. Her lover groaned as he strained
his balls pumping her with his rod. He was surprised at
the intensity of her orgasm in the dark. Livilla
continued to pump Juncus long after Marcel had spent
his load and he watched limply.
A triumphant little smirk appeared on Livilla's half
open lips as she watched her lovers' eyes glaze. He
squirmed, groaned then erupted with a violent jerk
inside her, the warm semen flowing deep into her quim.
She squealed with delight when Juncus sighed heavily.
As his burst forth, his beautiful mistress threw back
her head and let out a deep throated long groan as she
too climaxed on her lovers tool. Livilla's muscles
contracting around her lovers cock, squeezing and
milking the pizzle of its seed. She lay back, kissed
him and went to sleep again, her hair tangled, her face
bearing the satiated expression of a woman who had just
known intense sexual satisfaction.
The incident only served to draw Livilla and Sara
closer together in both thought and feelings. Livilla
even began to marvel at how she had ever been able to
condemn her lovers' activities. She now accepted her
friend's way of life totally and in her own way wished
to share all her experiences with her.
Livilla and Marcel had spent the next day with Juncus
and Helen. Every one acted normally as if nothing had
happened the night before. They had taken leave from
their hosts late afternoon and had slowly made their
way out of the city. The Virgilianus's lived near the
Palatine Hill in the centre of Rome and it was quite a
trip back out to their villa in the suburbs. Marcel had
decided to take a different route out of the city as a
short cut. He usually avoided it as it took him past
some nasty areas but he wanted to get back home.
It was sunset by the time they approached the
outskirts and passed the Temple district. A surprising
number of prostitutes lined the pavement waiting for
customers to pick them up. Some just stood on corners,
posing provocatively while others walked up and down
swinging their hips or calling out to passers-by. They
suggested to show you a great time, to invite you in or
simply to suck your cock. The service always started
cheap, first hand-relief, then oral, then oral and sex,
options like massage then VIP or some bizarre
combination (dominatri, reverse anal, uniform etc.)
based on the customers purse and the girl's abilities.
Most were dressed in a cheap vulgar fashion with tight
extremely short and revealing clothes. Others paraded
topless on the street corners. Marcel pointed them out
to Livilla.
'Look at the working girls,' he said. 'There are many
toms working the streets tonight.'
Marcel signalled the carriage to stop. Livilla stared
out and saw a man propositioning a black Nubian whore.
After they had agreed the price she began to fondle
him. Livilla licked her lips. He was surprised to see
her face slightly flushed. Was she too effected by the
sight? Other men and couples were stopped by the road
side and from the rocking of the vehicles one needn't
look far to guess what was taking place inside. In fact
some men, voyeurs, stood looking in with pleasure and
wanking themselves off. A couple of lesbian women came
up to their carriage but Marcel sent them away and they
were left alone.
Aroused, Marcel gently slipped his hand under
Livilla's dress and began to touch and fondle her.
Normally she dressed with style, grace and dignity.
Very attractive but reserved. That night however she
was still dressed in her clothes from before: a short
red clinging miniskirt with an extremely low cut top
and bare midriff. She had back and charcoal stockings
(her skirt was so short you could see the tops of the
stockings attached to her black satin corset) and very
high heeled red shoes. She was outright delicious but
was dressed not too dissimilar from the whores around
them advertising themselves in their 'fuck me' gear.
Marcel looked at her face. She was quietly absorbed
watching the girls engage their customers. As Marcel
reached over her and rubbed her clitoris, she bit her
lips. Marcel had the impression she was holding her
breath. Just then, a man looked in at them, making
signs of encouragement. A voyeur. Marcel pulled up her
skirt so he could contemplate his wife's most intimate
parts being finger fucked by her husband. Indignant and
embarrassed, Livilla opened the door, pushed him away
and strode down the road. Marcel quickly followed her.
Catching up with her and grabbing her arm, he pleaded:
'Come now, dear. Lets get back. Forget about it.'
'Leave me alone!' She cried angrily, turning about
quickly. Unintentionally, his hand which had been
gripping her dress, ripped it open uncovering one of
her perfect breasts.
She turned back around and started to say something
but she suddenly found herself interrupted by a man who
had walked up to them.
'I'm looking for a good time. I was wondering if you'd
be available. Are you new?' He asked leering at her
charms with undisguised interest. He examined her
closely, looking her up and down, detailing her body as
if she were undressed.
The man had obviously mistaken her for a tart. Dressed
with her clinging little number, breast exposed in a
street full of tarts he could hardly be blamed. Marcel
stepped behind her protectively.
'Do you like her?,' he said slipping his hands
protectively around her from behind and kneading and
cupping both her breasts with his hands in front of the
man. At first Livilla was intrigued but not quite sure
what Marcel wanted her to do. She caught on quickly
though. He was treating her not as his wife, but fixing
her up to be a call girl, a woman who fucked for money!
How exciting, she thought..
'She's splendid,' he said with a broad smile. 'What
great boobs she's got.'
Livilla looked at him and smiled condescendingly. She
was amused and slightly irate at the mistaken identity.
Yet the strong rough but handsome manner of the man,
the sexual novelty and implications of the situation
made her hesitate and bite her lips. Also, she was
quite aroused by Marcel's little game. Falling into the
part, she stuck out her rump revealingly and swung her
hips from side to side rubbing her tight little bottom
against Marcel's hard crotch.
'For two gold coins she will suck your cock.' Marcel
declared in a level tone of voice. He slipped a hand up
her skirt and fondled cunt before the punter. Livilla
was shocked and aroused. He was arranging for her to
fuck this client as a whore! She looked at the guy. She
knew full well he would be pumping his cock inside her
cunt in a moment. She was a slut and knew it. Only a
slut would meet fuck him for money
The man leaned towards her, reached beneath her skirt,
parted her thighs and inserted his hand up between her
legs.
'I've got two fingers up her cunt.' He said with
apparent glee. On hearing this, Marcel thought his dick
was about to explode.
The guy dug into his pocket. Money quickly changed
hands and the guy scrambled to pull out his pecker.
'Come baby. Suck my dirty dick.' He said with a wicked
smile.
Livilla smiled professionally and exchanged looks with
her husband. She was ready and looking forward to
sucking that huge cock, to having it enter her tight
cunt, and watching the expression on her husband's face
as this huge man fucked her. She was a whore for the
night, she told herself, and she had to act like a
slut. If this guy wanted to fuck her as well, she
guessed she'd just drop her panties right there. 'It's
only a blow job. I might as well do it and get rid of
him. And anyway, it will teach Marcel a lesson for
playing this silly game. This guy thinks I'm a whore,
so I'll pretend to be one, act as if it were true and
get it over with.'
Marcel looked on in amazed as she gingerly took out
the man's long cock and began to fondle it right before
his eyes. Squatting down in front of the tall stranger
on the pavement next to two other working girls kissing
French, she looked directly into Marcel's eyes as she
opened her mouth and took his cock slowly in. Marcel
envied the guy and his wife as she knelt before the
stranger and took his cock in her mouth. Marcel
couldn't explain his feelings very well, a little
twinge of jealousy maybe that was overridden by lust,
lots of lust. Marcel stood there watching as his wife
took another man's cock in her mouth, a man with a cock
bigger than hisn own. Watching her lips stretch around
his prick was intense, it turned Marcel on more than he
would have imagined.
'Suck that cock slut. Swallow it all. I want to see
his balls slap your chin when he face fucks you.'
Marcel said.
His wife knelt beside the guy in her whore's garb,
licking and sucking the guy's dick like a dog bitch,
running her hands over his big thighs. Marcel watched
as the guy's dick became very hard, while she bobbed
her head up and down on his meaty penis. His head fit
with difficulty inside her cheeks. The punter grabbed a
handful of hair and proceeded to push his swollen prick
into her mouth. She pulled back a little when he was
about half way in to caught her breath but then
swallowed the rest in one full swoop. Marcel watched
the guy hold his wife's head by two handfuls of hair as
she let her throat muscles relax.
When he was sure she was comfortable he proceeded to
pull back out. As he did so her lips clung to his fat
cock lewdly until the head came into view. When it did
he thrust back in and started fucking her face with
gusto. Livilla was getting her face fucked by the
punter and they were all enjoying it. After about five
minutes of face fucking the stranger pulled out and
grabbed his cock and began slapping her face with his
fat prick. Livilla was loving this and trying to
recapture his cock with her hungry mouth. The punter
then positioned his cock at her mouth again and held
her about an inch away saying: 'What a cock hungry slut
you are my dear. Get ready because l'm gonna fuck your
face hard.'
He then slid the entire 10' deep into her mouth in one
smooth thrust and began fucking her face as if it were
a pussy. Marcel watched in pleasure and frustration as,
holding the shinny instrument firmly in one hand, she
sucked hard, her cheeks filled as her big head went
quickly up and down his stem, pausing briefly at the
top of her evolution as her mouth and tongue swivelled
around the crown. His blood-gorged cock went in and out
of her red painted lips repeatedly, oiled by her
saliva. It seemed to grow even larger between her lips.
In this street full of tarts and dressed like she was
she just appeared to be another night crawler giving
her customer an oral sex or pussy. Marcel told her to
undress, and she began to unbutton her blouse. Her tits
burst out, hanging freely. It was the perfect place for
a girl to sell her body.
Marcel noticed that his wife had slipped her other
hand down between her legs, pulled aside her pantiest
and she had begun to masturbate her clit with her
forefinger while she crouched before the stranger. Her
clit was stiff and she ran her finger around her
vaginal lips and into her slit so as to feel horny.
Marcel slowly fondled his dick as his wife serviced the
stranger. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed faster as she
slid up and down the tool in a desperate effort to
quickly extract the juice from the root. She was
somewhat successful as he saw the man's white sperm
frothing from the corner of his wife's lips. The man
suddenly lurched, bucked his hips up and down, groaned
as he grabbed her head and pulled it closely to his
groin.
He was cumming, and Livilla wanted to suck out every
drop of his cum. The guy was not having this though. He
withdrew his virility from between her open red lips
and a little bit of his sperm dribbled down her chin.
As he pulled out, he shot the rest of his sperm onto
her pretty face, coating it with another load of cum.
Marcel's wife had juices running down her face and on
her titties when he finally stopped ejaculating. She
used her fingers to scoop it up and then sucked him
dry.
She smiled and stood up. He pulled her against his
body, kissed her on the mouth and fondled her briefly
while their eyes met in tacit complicity. Marcel saw
her whisper in his ear.
'Do me from behind,' she said, as she pulled up her
skirt over her waist.
With that said, she lowered her panties to mid-thigh
and leaned over, hands on the wall. She placed her
hands on her rump and pulled up her provocatively short
skirt exposing her well proportioned naked bottom and
thrust her tight posterior towards him invitingly. She
no longer had her panties. She liked to keep her wild
little animal free for access. You never knew whose
cock she might want to get in there or how quickly she
needed to get it in. He stepped up behind her, took
hold of her fleshy buttocks and parted her thighs,
exposing her small brown hole. Instead of sliding in
immediately he reached around and cupped her bare tits
by lowering the top of her dress and nuzzled her neck
giving her a small hickey. Reaching down beneath her
legs, she took hold of her stud's stiff heavy manhood
and rubbed the head against her wet gleaming pussy lips
until it was glistening and lubricated with moisture.
She then positioned the tip against her parted anus and
eased it into her with small thrusts.
Looking towards her husband, she groaned: 'Oh fuck. I
think he'll go deeper than anyone has ever been! He's
going to fuck my big whore's arse!'
Holding his hard penis with one hand, he grabbed her
from behind and forced the bulbous head of his tool
beyond her sphincter, intrusively sinking the tool into
her juicy depths from behind. A low animal growl
escaped her throat as she allowed his cock meat slowly
to push into her arse. Marcel had never seen his wife
act like such a whore before, even though he'd watched
her suck and fuck many men in the past. She was wet
from lewd desire. He watched silently, mesmerised as
the future mother of his children became a whore and
let this stranger fuck her. Marcel could have taken her
from behind doggie style while she was sucking the man
and temporarily quenched her desire. Instead he had
just watched fondling himself and now she felt the
guy's tool slowly slide inside until it had disappeared
up to the hilt in her arse. He seemed to hesitate
savouring the sensation for a moment before he began
thrusting in and out of her.
'I'm being fucked. He's behind me. He's fucking me.
He's holding my hips and ramming himself in and out of
my arse from behind and he won't stop until he has
finished fucking your wife in public.' She said,
looking at me directly as she was being taken. It made
me tremble with excitement.
I guess she was really into it or maybe just didn't
care if the others heard, but before he knew it she
groaning as he plunged into and out of her unresisting
depths. The man was moving in and out of her behind.
She groaned with pleasure at each penetration as he
slowly works his thick, heavily veined shaft into her
mates tight, dark forbidden region.
The large, muscular man continued to slide his
engorged length into Marcel's wife's bowels as her
panting, fevered moans echoed down the dark street. Her
tits were squashed against the wall and Marcel could
see her expression - she seemed to be enjoying one long
sustained orgasm.
'Oh shit! Fuck my arse, I can't believe. This is what
you wanted, right honey?'
The guy now had his whole rod buried deep within
Marcel's bride's arse. His meat was sliding in and out
of Marcel's beloved's virgin arse as she moaned
awaiting this powerful man's prodigious load of hot
seed. He watched as the full length of the thick tool
pumped in and out of his wife's turned whore's willing
brow sheath. She groaned as she felt some of his
searing hot man juice enter deep into Marcel's bride's
bowels.
'Go on. Fuck the bitch hard in the arse,' said Marcel
frustrated. 'She needs a real hard cock.'
He changed his mind however and slipped it into her
fertile and unprotected cunt from behind now. One hand
firmly holding onto a breast, the other clasping her
crotch, the man pushed hard and began to pump the girl
like a common harlot determined to add his spunk to her
cunt. She thrust her buttocks back against his cock.
Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks red, her mouth open
with pleasure and ecstasy. Marcel loved to show her
off, and he loved to watch her do it. Seeing the man
touch her, watching his dick as it disappeared inside
her hot pussy was a tremendous turn on.
She was crying, and begging for him to fuck her
harder, to use her like a slut. Her cunt was sore from
the unaccustomed hard fucking, but she loved it.
'Yes! Animal! Oh fuck baby, fuck me!' She cried out,
but the man was aroused beyond reason, leaning down on
her and forcing her into the wall. Marcel watched as
the man humped her quickly, his wife's body rocking
back and forth as she so eagerly accepted his large
cock deep inside her. Her mouth opened in a silent
groan; her eyes squeezed shut; her tongue flicked
rapidly over her top lip and she beckoned Marcel to
kiss her. He moved over towards her, knowing he needed
to give her a long kiss. Their lips touched, her tongue
swept over the inside of her husband's mouth. She
slumped forward. Marcel saw that she was rubbing her
clit like mad and thrusting her finger in and out of
her cunt along side the strangers cock. She tossed her
head back and moaned with delight as she was screwed.
'Oh, he's so big, really big. He's got it in deep,
fucking me hard... Oh fuck, he's throbbing. He's coming
inside my cunt! I can feel him shooting his big load
into me. He's making me cum. Your wife is cumming with
another man's thick cock stuck up her pussy.' She
gasped as he shot his burning big load into her
welcoming hole with a loud satisfied groan of pleasure.
When he had finished she slowly helped him to withdraw
his dripping sticky virility from her and straightened
her skirt. He threw her a gold coin and walked away. He
had treated her a common prostitute, using her body as
a sex instrument!
Marcel had just watched his wife sell her body even if
unwittingly for sex before his very eyes.
She pulled down and straightened skirt with a twist of
her hips. Her lips quivered. Her legs felt weak but it
had been exquisite. She had behaved like a whorish
slut, and felt soiled and used but she had utterly
enjoyed every moment. She had come crying like a stray
bitch in heat in the road with that man's cock stuffed
up her rear. Seeing her like this, watching her being
screwed by other man, aroused Marcel beyond belief. He
adored her even more and wished to see her behave again
in an even more perverse manner. He approached her and
kissed her on the lips with lust. She responded
gratefully as he dug his tongue avidly into her mouth,
tasting the cock that had been there moments before.
She kissed him lustfully.
Stepping back, she crouched over, introduced her
middle-finger deep into her vagina and extracted a
white sperm covered finger. When it popped out, a
string of sperm connected the finger with her pussy and
hovered there until it gradually broke. Livilla was
still holding her flaps apart when the sperm run out
and down in her pubic hair. He could see her cunt lips
hanging loosely down. The guy had left her cunt a
gaping tunnel and she wanted him to know she had
blissfully enjoyed being just shamelessly screwed in
the street like a dirty wanton pleasure girl, her
adulterous body marked by sin. The man's cock had
stretched and ruined her.
'You have the choice. You can either leave his filthy
spunk buried deep inside my unclean loins to hide my
guilt. I am sure that if you leave his sperm-gang in me
I will become pregnant with his strong and potent brew.
I came over and over like a filthy cow, you know, and I
must of have pumped his spunk into my tubes. If you do
nothing, I am sure to bear his child, a bastard to
shame you. Or you can lick all his sperm out together
with my soiled juices - eat my pussy still full of the
cum from our fuck. Lick my cunt clean of his spunk,
enjoy a good tasty meal and save appearances and that
way you and other men can keep fucking me,' she said.
He wasn't anxious to eat her cum-drenched cunt, but he
had no choice and anyway, he did not want to deny her,
especially after she had been so thoroughly pleasured
this man. He kissed her all over, sensing the other
man's poignant odour. Dropping down to his knees in
front of her he lifted up her skirt and began to kiss
her sticky mound, sliding his tongue into her pussy
hair. Once he contacted her lips and clit, it was too
late. She lifted a leg over his shoulder to give him
full access and pulled his head towards her and I
buried my face in the sticky mess. Marcel felt her
drenched bushy mound against his face. As she leaned
back, Marcel licked her pouting ripe fragrant little
cunt. It glistened with cuntal secretions and was
simply dripping with frothing white sperm. His tongue
flashed over and dug into the oozing musky mixture of
poignant bitter salty spunk where moments before the
other man had driven his bone. He tasted the stranger's
spunk between her legs. His tongue lashed directly at
her clitoris.
She responded by rotating her hips and succeeded in
drenching her husband's face with her love juices.
Marcel opened her sex lips and proceeded to suck the
load from her pussy. The suction from his mouth caused
the stranger's cum to flow from her pussy hole along
with her sticky cuntal juices and bubble in his mouth.
He greedily sucked swallowed the warm savoury and
succulent seed, avidly lapping up the creamy mixture of
semen from her well soiled and open quim. The guy had
shot a huge load because he had to swallow several
times to keep from loosing any of it. He had always
liked the idea of eating her after a man has pumped his
spunk into her.
She gratefully pulled his head against her sex,
pasting his mouth against her spunk filled pussy as he
devoured the dirty hot sticky sleeve. She watched with
a smirk of disdainful enjoyment as he tightly gripped,
smelled, inhaled and devoured her hot sticky sex
seasoned with the promiscuous juice. She placed her
legs over his shoulders and round his neck, engulfing
and smothering him in her sex. Astride of his face,
smothering him, he climaxed, inhaling her promiscuous
odour mixed with her lover's spunk, wildly sucking the
stranger's cum from her pussy. Livilla saw that his
cock was hard, and she also noticed a huge wet spot on
his pants. After he had finished, she smiled with an
evil twinkle and provocatively introduced her sperm
laden finger deep back into her cunt and pushed the
spunky juices into the back as far as it could go.
'I lied,' she said. 'I want a reminder of his cock.
You didn't really expect me to let you take it all away
now.'
He led her by the arms to the carriage. They kissed
and fondled in the back. A couple of voyeurs
congregated around them again but this time they were
too aroused to be distracted.
'You love it when those men see me playing with you,
don't you?' Declared Marcel. 'Why don't you take those
panties off and really show them something?'
With that she sat up, reached under her skirt and
removed here next-to-nothing panties. She hung her
panties over the rear view mirror, pulled her skirt up
to her waist and resumed her position, her naked bottom
on the leather seat, only now her legs were spread
wider. His fingers began again to stroke her sex,
parting the lips. He could see she was getting wet once
more.
He extracted his sex and climbed on top of her again.
She guided him into her and he began thrusting his
pelvis back and forth. She closed her eyes, her hips
began to rise and fall with the rhythm of sex. He could
see one of the man leaning in his window to get a
better look.
They and made love loudly in the back. As she came
clutching her husband and groaning, Marcel noticed that
the onlooker was peering in and jacking himself off.
Marcel moved off her and the man knocked on the window
insistently. Livilla and Marcel looked at him in
surprise.
'Have you finished with her?' He asked Marcel. Then
turning to Livilla: 'I have two gold piece for you for
a ride in the back.'
She smiled at the punter lewdly and looked at Marcel
pleadingly. He reluctantly nodded approval and climbed
up front as the guy was lead inside by the hand by
Livilla, smiling enticingly. Money changed hands
quickly.
Marcel told the driver to start moving slowly and they
pulled away from the curb. Marcel was peeping behind as
they were driving. It was hard to see clearly with the
street lamps but that only seemed to add to the very
erotic nature of the journey. At first Livilla was just
rubbing his dick through his pants and he was fondling
her breasts. Then she undid his pants and pulled out
his huge erection. It was so thick that Livilla's hand
could not even wrap around it. She started to jerk him
off, then put his thick, cut, dick in her mouth and
gave him a long, slow blow-job.
The car was soon filled with the sound of his wife
sucking her stud like a cheap whore. Marcel could not
get the visions of his big hands mauling his wife's big
white tits and his cock crammed into her pretty mouth.
This was all his fault; he had wanted it, he had made
it happen. When it came to it though, he just felt
jealous and sick. He was hurting inside at his wife's
willing, even eager betrayal of him, and though his
throbbing cock betrayed his excitement, Marcel was too
upset to jerk himself off. Livilla had some awesome
oral techniques!! Marcel could see the guy's
expression. He was definitely enjoying himself.
Marcel found a secluded street and told the driver to
park so that he could watch. She continued to give the
stranger a combination blow job/hand job. After about
five minutes of this, she got up, pulled up her skirt,
and mounted him. Marcel was shocked!! He thought she
was only going to suck him off. He was also extremely
turned on, and continued to watch. She took it real
slow at first, but once she got used to the fit of his
big dick stretching her out, she began to ride him
faster, and faster. She had both feet on the back seat,
his big hands were holding her arse and he was lifting
her up and down his dick. He was also licking her big,
hard nipples. She began to whimper with bliss - Marcel
had never heard her make noises like that before. He
was getting really jealous, but still enjoying the
scene.
Then she turned around so that she was facing her
husband. The stranger's dick never left her pussy as
she swiveled around his dick. The man grabbed her by
the top of her thighs, lifting her legs up, and started
moving her up and down his dick. Marcel could see his
huge dick going in out of her pussy. She was looking at
Marcel with this big, smug, satisfied, smile (in
between screams, that is). Then the guy lifted Livilla
off his dick and set her in the seat next to him.
Livilla immediately started to suck his dick again.
Marcel knew, from prior experience, what was going to
happen. Livilla was stroking, sucking, stoking,
sucking, sucking, and sucking harder... Finally the man
let out a holler, and Livilla swallowed his hot cum.
The man left. Not a word was said as they drove off.
Her lips remained sealed for two minutes. Marcel gave
her a searching look. Smiling at him, she leaned over
to kiss Marcel on the mouth. He responded and he felt
her probing tongue push the sperm she had withheld into
his mouth. He sucked her tongue.
Livilla's outlook to life had changed drastically. She
no longer felt bound by the common laws of decency and
pudor, perhaps emboldened by her open and immoral
debaucheries with her husband's friend. That was why
when Valeria Messalina had invited them to one of her
select parties and Marcel had hesitated, not daring
refuse, yet hesitant, she had pleaded that he accept.
Reluctantly, knowing of her tastes and of what she got
up to in her private palace, he had accepted. The wife
of the Princeps was a greedy and debauch woman but her
favour would be priceless and would enormously enhance
his political career.
The day before, they had been advised to dress
scantily and had been told that the entertainment after
the banquet would be of an exiting and completely
uninhibited nature. Yet although he had been warned
beforehand, the sight that met them as the were shown
in left them both speechless.
Half naked bodies sprawled over luxurious divans.
Couples ate, drank and made love. He saw young ladies
laughing and kissing each other. He saw couples locked
in feverish embraces in the shadows while the musicians
played and the dancers swayed to and fro to the drums.
He saw catamites selling themselves to both husband's
and their unfaithful wives and among these he
recognised Centurions, fellow Military Tribunes and
Senators.
Never before had he seen so many licentious women. He
watched as, in an alcove a senator pushed away a flask
of red wine, pulled his phallus from the lips of a
women's vagina and slipped it into what appeared to be
the lady's sister!
Marcel suddenly caught sight of Justus and Julie
Cattonius. They were both devote members of the order
and lead Livilla in a daze towards them.
Marcel greeted the couple warmly and sat down beside
Julie. He did not know anyone else at the table, save
Lucian and Drusilla Amelius. Marcel was surprised to
see the staunch Republican and find such a stunning
woman betrothed to him.
If the Amelius's were out of place at the party, the
Cattonians definitely weren't. Julie kept eyeing him
hungrily and flirting with him, not missing one
occasion to display her womanly charms. She teased him
playfully, then tickled him and tried to get a glimpse
of his phallus poking through his tight cincture.
Marcel was embarrassed and had difficulty fighting off
her shameless advances through out the banquet. At one
point, Marcel felt himself blush even as she began to
talk about the merits of her husband's sturdy
equipment. Justus just smiled non-pulsed. As for
Livilla, she knew that Julie was not his type. As the
wine was running out and there was no wench in sight,
so Marcel got up to fetch some more.
'Wait here,' said Marcel to Livilla. 'I won't be
long.'
He made his was past a couple sprawled on the floor
and turned as the strident laughter of a woman caught
his attention. He watched as a man dived between her
legs and nibbled at her groin. He turned away and
continued towards the bar.
As he drew closer, a stunning green-eyed brunette
dressed in nothing save a g-string looked up hopefully,
then came unabashedly close to him and purposefully
brushed against him. He stopped, gulped and stared at
her. Their eyes met and she examined him. Marcel felt
an electrifying shiver run down his spine. She smiled
at him boldly and opened her red mouth, showing her
small pointed white teeth. She was perhaps twenty years
old with generous heavy breasts and shining eyes. Her
nostrils trembled slightly and she took a step forward,
swinging her hips provocatively.
'I haven't seen you around before. Are you free?' She
whispered, standing up on tiptoes and eagerly rubbing
her body and breasts against his chest and running her
hands over his naked arms, shoulders and chest. She
pressed herself close, straddling his knee with her
furry patch between her legs. He felt her warm breath
and her hard nipples.
'Do you find me pleasing,' she asked with feigned
innocence.
He was not able to answer this beautiful debauch
vision. Instead, he kissed, feeling her pointed tongue
briefly dart into his mouth. He moved back, smiled and
silently lead her over to the cushions. He sat her down
and began to kiss her on the mouth, face and neck. She
kissed him and shivered with delight and wrapped her
arms around him. She laughed as he nibbled at her ears.
She pulled impatiently on his cincture. His manhood
sprang from the cloth. Her eyes widened with
appreciation and she licked her lips. 'You are a
warrior indeed!' She exclaimed. She smiled and pointed
to her sex. 'Kiss me there,' she said.
He began to lick at the exposed clean sex between the
women's legs. His tongue parted her sex lips and probed
into the sweet musk crevices. She gasped, tossed her
head back and, without warning, clamped his face
against her pubes with her hands and thighs.
He plunged his tongue deeper, licking and caressing
her innermost recesses. She groaned pleasurably,
responding wildly. He felt her tremble. An orgasm?
He sat up and looked at her. She smiled and kissed
him. Her nipples were taut. Obviously she was still
quite excited.
He saw her look down and marvel at the thickness to
which his phallus had swollen. Thoughts of how she
would employ it to her satisfaction crossed her mind.
Marcel felt her hand on his crotch as began rubbing
his cock. He knew that he should stop her but he
couldn't. He instantly had an erection. As soon as she
noticed, she released his cock and her warm mouth
engulfed the head. She began giving him the best blow
job he ever had. She had been going down on his cock
for about five minutes until she had him fully erect
'Take me now. Don't worry, I'm wet,' she said,
kneeling down. He pulled her against him. She fished
down between his legs and took his penis in her hand.
Without further ado, she swung her leg over him and
guided him into position and spread her legs wide
apart. She took his cock in her right hand and as she
lowered herself down she rubbed the head of his cock on
her pussy lips. Once the head of his cock was covered
with a mixture of my pre-cum and the girl's pussy
juices, she started guiding his cock inside her tight
pussy. With an easy thrust of her protruding mound, she
jabbed his erect instrument into her moist sleeve
impaling herself totally. By the time his cock reach
the his wife at all. He felt his maleness being gripped
tightly by her warmth.
He began to move in and out of her, slowly at first,
then faster and faster, panting for breath. She cried,
gasped and thrust her groin hard against him to take
every inch of him in her. The muscles in her body
clenched and unclenched his hard penis as she pumped
her thighs for him to drive deeper and faster into her.
She covered his face with frantic and desperate kisses.
With each thrust, his pubes rubbed against the bristles
of her shaven pubes.
She opened herself wider as he moaned with excitement.
Unable to retain himself one moment longer, he felt
himself ready to explode. Obviously sensing his
condition, but having other thoughts in mind, the girl
suddenly pulled back leaving his jutting tool bare as
he jerked violently and squirted his sperm all over her
patch and belly. She cried out with delight and fell to
licking his trembling tool.
'Oh you poor boy,' she said teasingly.
'What an infuriating flirt,' he thought to himself.
She smiled with satisfaction.
'My name is Julia,' she said. 'If you want to see me
again, ask Messalina.'
He nodded, kissed her quickly and left.
When Marcel got back to the table, he found that
Livilla had disappeared.
Since Marcel was not returning Livilla had set off to
find him. She had reached the bar without any incident
and sat down, waiting. Her patience began to wear thin
after a moment as she suspected what may have occurred.
She pursed her lips angrily and looked around, resolved
on revenging herself on Marcel for having made her wait
for him. She looked at the man on her left, staring him
straight in the eyes and smiled. He smiled back at her,
got up and approached her.
'Yes?' She said.
He read an avid expression on her face. Her nostrils
were flared with excitement and anticipation and her
eyes shone brightly. Here was a woman who wanted to
make love to him. He felt her jump when, without
warning he kissed her on the lips. She responded
passively at first. She did not try to breakaway or
resist though.
He felt her slowly let herself go in his arms. He
looked down at her. Her eyes were pressed shut. No
longer caring, he caressed her and he carried on
kissing her on the lips.
She trembled in anticipation as his hand ran over her
smooth thigh and stroked her above her stockings.
Her hands instinctively and delicately stroked his
chest. She still seemed to hesitate however and when he
looked into her troubled eyes, he found them filled
with mixed emotion.
Without warning, her aggressor slipped his hand under
her skirt and probed at her last bastion of pudour. She
jumped violently, gasped and tried to protest realising
with horror and excitement that he had already inserted
his forefinger into her slit and was now fondling her
fully.
Her nails raked his back making red furrows on his
shoulder blades. She felt hot, suffocating and aroused.
'What are you doing!' She gasped, pumping her cunt
against his fingers.
She looked down. He was pulling down his trousers.
When she realised what he was doing, she tried to cry
out, but groaned instead.
She felt his hot stem of flesh brutally push into her.
Hands held her hips and pulled her closer to allow him
to penetrate her deeper and better.
Her fingers clutched the bar. He went in and out of
her brutally. Unbelievably aroused, she pumped her
thighs against him feverishly, taking him deeper and
faster.
Suddenly, she wrapped her arms tighter and more
desperately around him, squeezing him tight and tossing
her head from side to side frantically.
It was not long before she experienced delicious
sensation of warmth in her as the sex raping her shook
violently. She cried out and clutched the bar, her body
shaking convulsively. She had just come with this
stranger. When she got back to their table, Marcel was
already on his second glass of wine, in deep
conversation with Drusilla. He was too engrossed to
notice the circles around her eyes, her drawn face,
creased dress and insincere smile.
She sat down and kissed him on the cheek.
'Oh, there you are darling. 'Where have you been?' He
asked.
'Looking for you,' she replied innocently, her face
slightly flushed.
Marcel began to say something but was interrupted by a
shrill trumpet sounding. He turned around to see
Messalina standing up and calling for silence. After a
few moments the noise and clamour died down with the
exception of a few discrete groans from several couples
too engrossed in their fornicating to heed anything
else. Marcel listened with interest and curiosity while
Messalina explained that it was now time for the fun to
begin. There was to be dancing and all would make
merry. To make things even more exciting and
interesting though, they were all to undress first. The
men were to take off their trousers and pants, the
women their dresses and panties.
This had caused a few giggles, gasps and sighs of
concern, but the guests promptly complied without more
than a token of protest and outrage. Marcel caught
Drusilla looking at him sideways. He smiled at her and
she looked down and blushed, her face red. She was even
more beautiful without her clothes, he thought
distractedly. He felt his erection grow stiffer and
tried to control his reactions, embarrassed.
Livilla had slipped out of her semitransparent dress
and stood naked in front of him, apart from her black
stockings and suspender belt. She looked at him and he
realised that she too was trembling with anticipation
and excitement. Her nipples stood hard and erect.
Erotic music filled the air. He suddenly desired her
very much.
'Let's dance,' he said taking her by the hand and
leading her onto the floor as the erotic oriental music
began. Half a dozen other couples joined them, all
similarly attired. Livilla seemed to be embarrassed,
shy and aroused. As they danced, Marcel looked over the
other girls. He wasn't able to spot Julia, but there
were several other luscious looking ladies there. He
was surprised to see Drusilla dancing with Juncus.
She stood at a respectable distance. Her arms were
stretched and lightly resting on his shoulders. The man
hand his hands around her naked waist.
Like Livilla, she too was dancing naked, save her
stockings high heels and suspenders. She shook her
large breasts and swung her hips invitingly and
sensuously to the beat as she danced.
He saw him squeeze her against him, his penis rubbing
into her furry patch. Marcel felt very aroused.
As they danced, Livilla unconsciously parted her legs
a little and Marcel's hand went up in between her
thighs. He felt wetness. Wetness lower on her thighs
than it should have! Moving his hand higher and
pressing and delving into her pussy lips he encountered
the wettest, slipperiest pussy he had ever felt in my
life. Her pussy was open and flowering, her lips
engorged, if you know what I mean. She must have had
sex! He thought with horror.
A man came slowly towards them. He was tall, strong
and well endowed. Marcel glanced at his phallus,
impressed. Livilla also seemed surprised and impressed
by his proportions.
The man tapped Marcel on the shoulder obviously
wanting to dance with his wife.
'No, no, my friend, let me show you how it's done.
You're doing it all wrong,' said the man pulling Marcel
gently but firmly away from Livilla by them arm.
Livilla blushed and glanced sideways at the man's
startling erection, fascinated.
Marcel looked up, surprised and confused. As he
stepped back, the man moved in and took his place,
holding his weighty tool in one hand. 'May I have the
pleasure?' He asked with a look which meant: 'May I
pleasure you?'
Livilla looked at him wide-eyed and flushed, then
looked around.
She nodded consent. What else could she do? She felt
guilty. Should she have said no I can't, or I don't
know how? He was so handsome, charming, well-equipped
and physical. How could she refuse him? Should she
really do it, she thought unsure. Well, it was only for
one small a dance, she thought with self-justification.
Smiling and taking Livilla by the hand, he pulled her
up against his crotch, squeezed one leg between hers
and began to dance. He nodded and laughed at something
she said and he danced close for a couple seconds.
His erection speared between his wife's legs from the
front, sliding and rubbing his against her bushy patch.
She moved hesitantly, her body trembled.
Marcel began to say something, but the man ignored
him, pretending not to hear. Marcel looked on, vexed,
frustrated and angry.
Apart from a pair of shoes and a shirt, the man wore
nothing. His phallus was half-cocked, jutting forward
in all its glorious length in front of him.
Marcel stood behind and watched the movements of the
man's hip, mesmerised for a moment. As they danced,
Livilla rested her arms on his shoulders and he pulled
her against him, clasping her by the buttocks. Her body
so stiff in his arms slowly began to relax as she drew
closer.
The man was grinning as he looked her up and down,
eyeing her slender young body and hips with hunger,
lust and snug satisfaction. The red feather wiggled
obscenely, sticking out of her bottom, as she swung her
bottom to the music. She was staring him in the eyes
provocatively, a half smile on her lips, her eyes
sparkling.
Marcel watched her dance, fascinated and excited. She
swung her hips from side to side suggestively as if she
were trying to entice and seduce him. He felt
frustration and anger when he saw the man discretely
kneading her buttocks. She didn't seem to mind very
much.
It was now Livilla's turn to rub up against him. She
grabbed his arse and pulled him real close to her,
pressing her breasts against his chest. She smiled and
moved back out of his reach again, at the same time
wantonly rubbing her stockinged thigh against his leg.
Marcel's heart beat wildly with anger and desire as he
watched her flirting with her partner.
As the man pulled her close again, her lips parted and
he kissed her open mouthed. Her mouth was wet and he
felt her pointed tongue quickly explore his mouth. The
man began to touch and caress her discretely. She felt
him put his hand between her thighs and she bit her lip
and moved sideways to block off her husband's view.
Discretely, she opened her legs, to let him take her
sex fully in his hand and masturbate her.
She wrapped her arms around him avidly and closed her
eyes as she felt his fingers rub, fondle and dig into
her. Her face flushed red. She felt so hot. She was
weak with desire and arousal. Her head had fallen back
and her breath was now coming faster and he worked her
over. Livilla began to dance in complete abandon,
without the slightest inhibition. The man's cock was so
long it stuck out a couple of inches in front of
Marcel's wife.
As he watched, the man pulled her against him and she
rubbed herself provocatively against him without the
slightest shame. The man felt his sex responding.
Shocked, Marcel saw the man pass his leg between hers
and Livilla straddle it. This was all the encouragement
the randy man needed. Taking her by the hips, the man
guided his stem between her legs, into the groove of
her sex lips. The stem of his sex slid over her moist
sex lips.
'No!' Groaned Livilla. She shook her head wildly and
her breathing grew quicker. The man began to saw it
back and forth between her legs, against her tender
furrow to the music. His hand was on her hip and he
pulled her towards him. As he pushed along the hairy
groove of her sex she experienced a delicious fire
between the legs from the immoral and delightful
friction. He continued to saw his huge log back and
forth between her thighs, obviously running it over her
cunt but not yet having penetrated her love hole. His
dribbling cock left a trail of sticky sperm over her
hairy mound and wetting the pouting vaginal lips as he
deposited his mark like an animal marking its
territory.
Marcel watched with disbelief as she pleasured herself
on the blood-gorged tool. Her eyes were closed, her
mouth half-open, with an expression of sheer carnal and
unchaste pleasure.
Thrusting her hips forward and reaching down
underneath her, grabbed her tool and began rubbing it
up and down her pussy. After wetting it sufficiently
she placed the head at her entrance and thrust her hips
forward until the sticky hard tip of the swollen cock
popped in the opening her well-oiled pussy so that he
could fuck her. Marcel gasped with horror as he saw the
guy fucking her.
'Oh no!' She cried as she welcomed him.
She burst out laughing and grabbed his shoulders to
hang on. He grabbed her hips and just started pumping
his cock back and forth. She laughed harder and began
to move her hips too and fro, taking him ever deeper
into her shiny sheath with spasmodic little impulses.
He saw her shiver with ecstasy. Livilla let out a low
animal groan from around his cock as he proceed to pump
his cock into her pussy.
She had one leg up high against his and the other
planted firmly on the ground. She thrust her loins
forward to fuck her partner, moving with firm strokes
up and down the man's shaft as Marcel looked on
helpless and aroused, in spite of himself. Fascinated,
he bent forward to watch the swollen sex going in and
out of her legs. Marcel could see the man's cock
glisten as it moved in and out of her slut pussy. As
she thrust down to the music, her legs opened even
further, only to close slightly when she moved up
again. The man held onto her buttocks, helping her
slide up and down his stem to the rhythm of the sensual
music. Marcel was almost sure she pushed a finger in
his arse. Then his face turned red and he humped like a
madman. Then they stopped and held each other.
Taking the man by the hand, Livilla, totally ignoring
Marcel, suddenly lead the man off the dance floor to an
empty chair. When they separated, her belly and bush
were full of cum. There were cheers and jeers as she
sat the man down, holding his erection upright and,
with a voluptuous laugh, sat down on his lap, impaling
herself on his cock again. Lustfully, she began to
bounce up and down on the man's lap, pumping the man's
big cock avidly into her. Her hands on his shoulders,
she began to swivel and grind her hips as he she humped
and thrust down, riding the swollen prick faster and
faster with avid animal passion. It was so wonderful!
It was so sinfully beautiful. She really liked being
shagged like this.
The cock planted deep in her, her eyes became watery
and glazed with pleasure. She gasped with ecstasy and
looked down at the huge cock jutting out of her through
half closed eyes and smirked with promiscuous bliss,
licking her lips salaciously. He thrust wildly at her.
Marcel saw her tremble convulsively, covered in
perspiration. She opened her mouth and threw back her
head with pleasure and delight as she experienced
another sinfully delicious climax and savoured the
stranger's tool inside her.
He began to grunt and Marcel knew he was emptying his
sperm into Marcel's wife's swollen cunt. Her nipples
were distended from his pulling and pinching them. As
he shot his hot cum into her quivering pussy, she
ground her teeth and cried out with ecstasy, coming in
yet a further shattering orgasm, but Marcel was no
longer there to witness her savage satisfaction.
As he had been watching, he had felt a hand tap him
lightly yet insistently on the shoulder. He had turned
round to face Julia, smiling broadly at him. She was
entirely naked which somehow made her look even more
beautiful, innocent and provocative. She winked at him,
smiled and pointed to a door, then disappeared in the
crowd. Before he knew what he was doing, Marcel was
slipping out to meet her in the next room.
She took him by the hand and ran across the room,
pulling him after her. She threw herself down on the
rug and lifted up her legs, opening her thighs in a
clear invitation.
'Lets screw,' she gasped as he knelt down on the
pillow and caressed her gently.
As Marcel touched and admired her superb female body,
she crouched down offering him a blissful view of her
buttocks and genitals. Marcel felt a strong desire to
make passionate love to her.
Climbing behind her, he grabbed her by the shoulders
and was about to stick his penis in her slit, when she
turned her head and cried out: 'No, not there! Stick it
in my arse!' Gasped Julia, ecstatically.
Without thinking, he pulled up her dress brutally and
shoved his long blood gorged tool between her buttocks.
She let out a guttural cry of sheer pain and pleasure,
clutched the ground and shook her hair violently.
He began to move in and out of her. She groaned and
uttered incoherent words as he drove in and out of her.
Her mouth was open her eyelids jammed shut in perverse
and wonderful ecstasy. The tips of her nipples were
taut, hard and erect with lust and pleasure.
They had sex together, interchanging from vaginal to
anal until they had both come several times. When at
last they were both satiated, he finally withdrew again
from her humid sleeve and fell back to rest for a
while, before kissing her good bye and leaving.
***
A few weeks later Sara, who was feeling poorly had
called Livilla into her room where one of clients was
waiting, a man in his late thirties and had asked her
to stand in for her, she had gulped, plucked up her
courage and silently nodded assent. Sara had left the
two of them alone in her bedroom.
It felt like the first time again, but she went about
it professionally. She slowly undressed, taking off her
long evening robe and underwear while the man scrambled
to liberate his tool.
He looked at her naked body. She was stunning.
She appeared before him. She held a breast cupped in
each hand.
'Do you like my breasts?' She asked. 'Do you want to
lick them?'
He nodded, unable to speak. His penis stood upright,
eager and aching to move towards her rich mound.
He touched, fondled and kissed her breasts, then they
lay down on the bed together. She squeezed him between
her soft thighs a moment, wrapping her legs around his
thighs and wriggling her patch against his phallus. She
could see his face go red with wild desire.
He thought he would explode. He would do anything to
possess this lovely slut. Unfortunately, he did not
have enough money with him this time to pay for her
fullest services.
'Please let me into you, just for a moment...' He
begged and pleaded.
She considered this a moment, then smirked.
'Well all right. Just this once and just for a moment
so you can get an idea what you are missing. This is my
first time today after all. Next time just be sure to
have the gold. This is just a taste.'
He agreed, he would agree to anything and she let him
slip his aching and swollen tool beneath her parted sex
lips. His penis quickly sank into her sleeve and he
groaned with pleasure and grateful relief. His pleasure
was short lived however. After just a short while, she
pulled him out like a struggling worm from its hole. He
moaned desperately.
Kneeling between his legs, she clasped the swollen
stem in her hand. Avidly, she worked on the tool, her
tongue flicking at its tip and her hands working the
moisture down to its root. Soon he was groaning loudly
with ecstasy.
Changing tactics, she took a good half of the blood-
gorged tool into her warm open mouth, closed her red
lips and began to suck at the instrument expertly. The
man groaned even louder and cried out as, a few moments
later, he discharged with such unleashed force that
Livilla moved back and he spurted all over her face.
She moved forward again to catch some of the semen in
her mouth.
After he had left, she dried herself carefully between
the legs and wiped off the smeared lipstick. No one
would be any the wiser. She looked at her image in the
mirror. Apart from a few bruises and shadows under her
eyes she looked exactly the same. Marcel wouldn't be
able to tell the difference, she thought to herself,
satisfied. Livilla found the idea of being a whore
exciting and tempting in a perverse kind of way. The
thought that men would go to such lengths for a touch
her body stimulated her and left her sexually aroused.
Livilla found herself both attracted and tempted by
prostitution and the rewards it entailed. Therefore,
after having considered, she had agreed to take on a
few more clients so she could make up her mind whether
she really liked it or not and whether she wanted to
carry on.
It did not take her long to catch onto the routine of
it so that subconsciously, through default, she had
made her decision. Not that she thought of it like that
really, she just did things enthusiastically and did
not stop to think about the consequences. Habit and the
addictive vices and pleasures of the flesh did the
rest.
She found herself zealously picking her customers from
the creme de la creme, consciously restricting herself
to those whom she felt physically attracted to or with
whom she could enact one of her numerous sexual
fantasies to maximise the thrills.
Some days when she was feeling particularly randy she
would take up to eight men in the same afternoon. Other
days she would modestly content herself with her
husband, although the pleasure of doing it for free was
lessened. One of her new favourite games and
perversions became sexual domination and bondage. She
liked making one of her 'slaves' tied up and grovelling
and humiliating himself between her legs, pleading for
sexual satisfaction gave her a tremendous thrill, a
sensation of unlimited power and a sense of safety and
security.
Drusillus, one of her new clients, recalled fondly the
day he had first had the privilege of being used by her
to satisfy her sexual lusts. When he had first called
upon her, he had knocked three times, waited a moment,
then he had been let in by a beautiful blonde with a
polite professional smile who had been surprised to see
a man so young and whom he had erroneously mistaken to
be the lady he had been recommended.
As it turned out, when she was shown into the bare
room in which he was waiting she surpassed his wildest
speculation. She was petite, feline and stunningly
attractive. Her long thick black hair fell down as if a
main over her shoulders and her features were straight,
feminine yet hard. She had a little straight nose, deep
hazel eyes with startling beautiful thick black
eyebrows. Only her thin red lips harbouring a polite,
shy and wry smile gave a slight feeling of unease.
Perhaps it was the hidden mystery and defiance he could
read in her. He was convinced that there was more to
this slender girl than met the eye.
There was an undefinable magnetic aura of animal
strength and sensuality about her to which he felt
irresistibly and fatally attracted. As she looked at
him he felt his blood rush through his veins. Her
scrutinising eyes were deep and alive.
'Come this way, please,' she said. Her voice was
mellow and musical.
As he followed her, heart beating wildly, into the
next room he looked at her more closely. She wore a
blouse which clung to her slender body and an extremely
short tight leather look alike black skirt. His eyes
rested a moment on her high black leather boots which
reached up above the knee, stopping just to reveal her
stocking clad thighs.
They entered a bedroom and she lead him over the bed
and turned around.
She put her arms around him and he kissed her on the
mouth. Her mouth tasted wet fresh and sweet. He felt
her pointed tongue avidly dart into his mouth. Breaking
away, he stared into her eyes. They shone, aroused,
confused and intelligent.
'How much have you got on you?' She asked with a
cunning wry smile.
'Four hundred sestertii,' he replied timidly.
She shook her head. 'That's not enough for the full
treatment,' she said, 'but we'll see what we can do.'
He felt excited and disappointed. He paid her and as
she went outside to get ready, he undressed. When she
came back she told him to sit down on the bed. He
obeyed. Slowly, she undid her blouse, revealing her
firm large breasts through the opening.
He gulped.
'Do you like my breasts?' She asked.
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. She took his
hands and put them on her breasts. His heart pounded
wildly. Her breasts were smooth and warm and firm to
the touch. As he gently caressed them, she fondled
them, pressed herself against him and cupped them in an
open invitation. He began to kiss and lick gently
around the taut nipples and under the base. She looked
down, satisfied. After a while, she looked at his
erection and smiled. It would have made proud a gorilla
in rut.
'You are ready to serve me now. Sit down on the bed,'
she commanded, her voice suddenly firm.
Going over to the bedside table, she pulled open a
draw and produced a rubber and a shoe lace. Sitting
down beside him on the bed, she firmly took hold of his
large straight erection, stroked and caressed it a
moment, then proceeded to roll the rubber down over it
and tie the shoe lace around the base of the stem and
balls. He watched shocked horror fascination and wonder
as she pulled the string taut and fastened it with a
knot.
'What's this for?!' He spurted out.
'Shut up,' she replied calmly. 'It's to keep you out
of mischief. I don't fancy a child now.'
He had been referring to the string though. He guessed
that it was to keep his tool firm and erect to use
always. Perhaps it was also a sign of bondage and
humiliation. Exciting, practical and ingenious, he
thought.
She stood up in front of him, then moved a short step
back, pulled her skirt up around the waist from both
sides and lifted her booted foot onto the bed in front
of where he was sitting. He could smell her strong
leather. She let him admire her stockinged thighs and
the thick fleece visible under her skirt. She wore no
panties of course. He meekly stretched out and stroked
her stockinged thigh and leg.
'Kiss it!' She ordered haughtily, pushing forth her
booted foot. Her lips trembled with excitement and
disdain.
He looked up, trying to ascertain whether she was
serious or not. Her defiant smirk convinced him that
she was. She was establishing the slave master
relationship. She wanted him to grovel before her and
gladly accept her domination.
She commanded him kiss and lick her boots while she
distractedly fondled her breasts. After a while
however, he began to kiss and caress her body. She
stood there, legs apart, watching haughty and superior
as he timidly but avidly kissed and licked her bushy
mound in obedience.
Satisfied that he would now respectfully obey her
every command she commanded him to lie back.
'Lie down and stretch up your arms above you head,'
she told him.
He obeyed, excited and intrigued. She climbed on top
of him. He felt her furry mound brush against him and
her firm breasts weigh down as she reached over to grab
hold of some leather thongs. Before he realised what
she was doing she had tightly secured one wrist to the
bed pole.
'Hey, what are you doing?' He protested and struggled
lightly, a touch of fear in his voice, yet he dared not
resist her.
'Be quiet,' she said, ignoring his questions. 'You
will do as I tell you.'
She leaned over him and secured the other arm in the
leather bonds. 'Was this a game? ' He thought with
mixed apprehension and excitement. Did she want him in
her complete control, where she knew she could do
anything she liked to him and knew that he was helpless
to refuse?
She was in command now, she thought. She was his
master and he her slave. He must obey her. He had to
obey and give her his sex. She pursed her lips and
stood on the bed and looked down on her slave
prostrated before her. He looked up at her with respect
obedience and admiration. She smiled haughtily and
suddenly rested the high black heel of her boot on his
pathetically tied sausage. She wanted to squash her
plaything.
He groaned with pain, surprise and pleasure.
She smirked and said, 'You will call me mistress and
obey my every command. You will pleasure me and come
when and only when I say so.'
She pressed on him to make her point and scorned as he
grovelled and squirmed beneath her, gladly humiliating
himself.
'Yes, mistress,' he said croaked obediently.
Satisfied, she sat down beside him and began to gently
caress his tool. He tried to sit up and watch as she
worked his tool but gave up. He bit his lip to control
the sensation of pleasure. Suddenly, he saw her spit
into her hands, rub them together, take hold of his
stem and twist her hands in opposite directions in a
delicious snake bite. He groaned with pain and
pleasure. As he lay there helpless, she began to pump
the tool up and down again, her tongue briefly flicking
and licking at his aching and bloated blood gorged
tool. He knew then that it was going to be hard to
fight this treatment.
'Please,' he said and had to repeat himself twice to
get her attention, so intent was she to jerk him
quickly off.
'Can I touch you too at the same time?' He pleaded.
She looked at him surprised and stopped a moment to
consider the unusual request. Visibly, the thought
aroused her and pleased her for she reluctantly agreed.
Swinging a booted leg over him, she straddled him, her
head facing his feet. She would humiliate the worm even
further, she thought with excitement by allowing him to
squirm beneath her and debase himself and lick her
bottom while she fondled his tool.
She moved back and placed her sex over his face,
smothering his face and nose under her rectum, making
it difficult for him to breathe. Struggling, he fumbled
through the thick coarse black hair of her pubes for
her sex. His tongue found her sex lips and he tasted
her musk-sweet damp sex and breathed her musk feminine
smells.
Desperately, he began to lick at her cunt. She pressed
down on his face as a tingle of delight ran through her
body. Not only was this extremely pleasurable, but it
allowed her to remain in complete control. The woman
had to be on top in her rightful position. She liked to
feel and enact this domination, to experience the pent
up and controlled power of her lover in her hand, while
he paid homage to her superior womanhood.
He grovelled and licked at her sex and panted for air
as she squatted down even harder, directing her slave
deeper into her. He ran his tongue round and around her
clitoris and played with the inner lips of her vagina.
Her heels dug into him as if to spur him on and he felt
her pump him his sex harder. She was fucking him, she
thought with glee. She smirked as he jerked and twisted
and wriggled in her hand. She was in charge, she
thought. She would show him, make him grovel.
He squirmed beneath her, grovelling before her juicy
cunt. He could feel that she was excited too by the way
she kept pressing her sex against him, rubbing her warm
smouldering cunt and arse up and down across his face
and masturbating him with firm hard strokes.
'Lick harder!' She gasped, her tone stern. He did as
she bidded.
How she loved and hated that maddening tongue and the
excitement it awakened in her. That pointed tongue was
darting madly around in her slit, setting her on fire
between the legs so that now she too was squirming,
swatting, panting and grinding her hips despite
herself.
She grunted in bestial lust and he felt her tremble
and come. She pumped his cock hard to make him come and
stop this agonisingly lovely pleasure and to put him
out of his misery. She disliked having to ejaculate and
show weakness to this worm of hers. He groaned but
continued, feeling her orgasm again, this time letting
out a little cry of pleasure and surprise. Unable to
withhold himself any further, her jerked and came
beneath her. Brutally, she squashed her cunt down on
his face to suffocate him and to feel him struggle and
lash out desperately as his part spurted with even
greater violence and strength over her face.
As she felt his load gush from his tool and spray over
her face, she took him into her mouth, sucked at him
and swallowing the seeds avidly.
After a moment, she got off him and stood back,
looking at him with new respect. She certainly got much
practice at sex yet she had been surprised, pleased and
annoyed that he had been able to make her come too. It
was something they were both likely to remember for a
while.
Sexual domination was her favourite fetishism. She
would look at her victims, superior and in command and
make them do her bidding while she fucked them.
Many other of her encounters were of a similar nature,
or a variant. Other times she would haughtily let them
probe her belly with the tip of their tongue,
marvelling at the thickness of their phallus, or she
would seat herself on their tool while they admired her
shapely legs, sexy garments or the fleece between her
thighs where their organ would protrude. Always she
remained in command, directing their every move from on
top and spurring them on when she wanted. She revelled
in a feeling of utter domination as her slaves
prostrated themselves and implored and begged for the
privilege to lick at her sex or be humiliated by her.
After a while, she would ride them hard, pumping her
thighs against them until they came quickly. Then,
extracting their spent tool and adjusting her skirt,
she would take her due and show them out, inviting them
to visit her again soon.
It had been Sara who had initiated her to the game and
so it was only natural that it was also Sara who
persuaded her sell her body on the street like a common
hooker. One day, when Sara returned home from shopping,
Livilla immediately guessed that Sara was up to
something. She had that devilish look in her eye that
usually meant a night of play, but she never knew what
to expect.
Sara said that they both going to have a good time
tonight. She didn't elaborate further and Livilla
decided not to press the issue in spite of her
curiosity. Sara went into the bedroom and got ready to
take a shower and suggested that Livilla do the same.
They showered together and she complimented Livilla on
her breasts. After they got out Sara said she would
pick out some lingerie for them to wear that night if
she didn't mind. A little while later, Sara handed
Livilla a red and black lace bra with under wires that
would push his breasts into a nice cleavage. Livilla
was also to wear a pair of black lace panties and a red
and black garter belt. As she was putting them on Sara
handed Livilla a pair of red silk hose with a golden
seam up the back. She slid them up his smooth legs.
They felt nice and were sexy as all heck.
Sara put on an equally sexy set of lingerie except her
hose were black. Livilla asked her what they were
dressing for, a hookers ball? Sara laughed, finding
hidden humour in her remark, and said she was close.
Sara declared that they were going out and would make
enough money to pay for the clothes she had bought,
they were to be street hookers for the night!
Sara opened the first box and gave her friend a skirt
and top to wear for the night. It was a black leather
mini skirt with a zipper up both sides and a red silk
top that was transparent. As Livilla slipped into the
blouse, Sara said her breasts would be very sexy if she
didn't wear a bra, but she decided to wear one just the
same. She told Livilla to go put on the sexiest makeup
and perfume she had while she got ready. Livilla did as
she was asked and put on very deep violet shadow dark
eyeliner and black mascara. She put a dark shade of red
gloss on her lips and did her nails in the same color.
When she walked out of the room her girlfriend was
standing there in a black mini dress with sequins and a
pair of black patent leather shoes. She handed her a
pair just like them to wear, they had five inch heels
and when she put them on and looked in the mirror, they
looked like the two prettiest sluts she had ever seen.
They both agreed that they should have no trouble
making some friends that night.
They each took a different side of the street and
started to strut. Livilla tried to act just like she
had seen the real hookers act and before she got ten
feet a man in his fifties came up and asked her how
much for a blow job. She told him it would cost him
twenty five sestertii. She looked across the street and
saw Sara was standing the with a guy too. She looked
over and gave her friend a thumbs up sign. She smiled
and followed her trick into a carriage. The guy had
already extracted his cock and after paying Livilla
went to work.
His cock was not all that long but it was very thick.
She kissed and licked the tip for a awhile and started
to lick the sides. The man grabbed Livilla by the hair
and said to suck it now, so she did. She took him into
her mouth and started to suck him off. The guy was
really turned on and he began to rub his hands up and
down Livilla's female legs. He told him to be careful
but he said to keep sucking and shut up.
Soon the guy was filling Livilla's mouth with thick
cum. She swallowed it all and licked him clean. The
whole thing had taken less than 15 minutes. Sara was
also exiting a carriage smiling. She waved a purse.
When she turned around there were two guys eyeing her
up. One walked over said, 'You're a lovely woman you
know?'
She told him he was very observant. The man said that
the two men would like to rent her for a while. Livilla
asked him how many friends, and the man reassured her
that there was only two of them. Livilla said okay and
told him for an extra she could get a girlfriend to
accompany them. The man said sure. Livilla looked over
to Sara and motioned for her to come over. When she did
she told her what was going on, Sara declared that she
loved the idea, and they all walked to the carriage.
They pulled up in front of a small home.
When they stepped inside there was only one black
light on. Livilla could see that there were five guys
in the place plus the two that were following them. She
balked, and the guy said not to worry, that they would
make it up to them in extra cash. She walked in and
immediately two guys grabbed her and pulled her down on
the sofa. They had their dicks in her face in minutes
and Livilla started to work them over. She looked over
and saw her that her friend was already on the floor on
her hands and knees getting fucked hard and sucking a
guy off at the same time. While she was doing the two
cocks in front of her, the guy who had bought them came
up behind Livilla and lifted her skirt. She felt him
pull down her panties. He slid his cock up and down the
crack of her arse then rammed his cock into Livilla.
Fortunately Livilla she had lubricated herself good
prior to leaving home. The man's cock was all the way
in and his friends were cheering him on. It felt so
good. The tool was very long and it seemed that she
could feel it in her stomach. Suddenly one of the cocks
in front started to cum and the man pulled back and out
and shot all over Livilla's face. The one Livilla was
jacking off put his in Livilla's mouth and started to
cum too. They stepped away and the guy fucking her
started to buck harder and faster. She looked for her
friend and saw that Sara was on her back with a cock in
her pussy, one in her mouth and one in each hand. She
glanced over and winked at Livilla. After she had come,
Livilla rested for a while and sat back and watched her
girlfriend and lover finish off her four friends. They
all laughed as she was soon covered with sperm.
After that event, Livilla found herself regularly
working the archways near the theater. Soon, she could
no longer go without it. She felt an overwhelming and
addictive compulsion to carry on. She was all to aware
of the burning hunger, the undisguised lust for sex and
the power and rewards it brought which she now
experienced. It was too strong to fight so she didn't,
partaking avidly in the joys of the flesh and happily
selling her body to other men. She would often
disappear or came home late to get her dose of bone and
sperm.
***
Prostitution was rife in the capital. From the old
whores who haunted the Basilica Aemilia trying to prey
upon the visitors to the old boutiques or wealthier
customers of the bankers and porn brokers to the male
catamites in the Toscan road mixing with bread makers,
butchers and fortune tellers. Even the Forum, that
small bustling place where pickpockets, swindlers,
priests, political campaigners and traders mingled
freely had its own dark secrets. North and south of the
Forum one could find fruit, vegetables, fish, perfume,
jewellery and plentiful market stores. Marcel knew that
some 'lenos' pimps worked their girls in the alleys
between the temples. There was even a lupanar near the
Regia, the high pontiff's home! The best prostitutes
however, the 'courtesans,' were to be found on the
Aventine Hill, the Palatine Hill and Velabre.
This is where Marcel had located the headquarters of
his main operations. This was a place where street
crawlers did not haunt curbs and where lovemaking,
education and citar playing were intimately associated.
This was the capital of the world, the city where
Romulus and Remus had been brought up by a she-wolf,
the prostitute Acca Larentia and which had reluctantly
let Venus renter the city in all her aspects.
It was not surprising therefore that Livilla's doings
passed unseen until Marcel invited some friends and
business associates around to celebrate Floralia.
Floralia was a public holiday devoted to the adoration
of Flora, the whore goddess and goddess of wheat and
abundance. During the festival of the whore deity,
girls dressed in brightly coloured garlands and flowers
were displayed everywhere. This spring festival was
also the excuse for worshipping Priapri, the phallus
fertility god. Cakes were baked in the shape of a
phallus and eaten with wine.
The large dining area was packed. His girls would be
busy indeed tonight, he thought. His eyes wondered over
the room and he noticed Livilla speaking animatedly
with one of the guests. After a moment, he saw the man
slip some money in her bra than whisper something in
her ear. She laughed and got up, leading him by the
hand up the wooden staircase against the far wall
leading up to the bedroom areas. She had most probably
been arguing the price for her services. She would most
probably take him to one of the bedrooms where she
would have sexual intercourse with him and pleasure him
just as would any other of the prostitutes working the
room for him tonight, her thought. This was neither the
first or last trick she would turn. She seemed to enjoy
it.
She let the man into a seedy room. The guy knew the
procedure. She had barely locked the door behind them
when he handed her some money.
'Would you like to spend a little more, and stay
longer?' Livilla asked in my most seductive voice.
'No, not this time,' he answered. 'I'll just take a
blow-job for now.'
'Okay,' She said. 'Take off your pants!'
The man dropped his pants and tossed them over the
chair. She was mildly impressed. He had about six and a
half inches of circumcised cock-meat hanging there, and
it looked clean, smooth, and delicious! This would be
even more fun than Livilla had thought.
One of the best parts of being a prostitute was
getting a taste of a really nice cock once in a while,
and this cock looked very tasty indeed...
She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders,
and stepped out of it. The man looked at her standing
there in just her lacy powder-blue bra, panties,
garter-belt with sheer stockings, and white shoes, and
his cock came to attention! He took her into his arms
for a kiss but she pushed him back with a smile. She
led him into the bathroom, soaped up her hands and gave
his cock a good washing. A working girl had to be
careful, and it was going into her mouth after all.
'Take down your panties,' he asked. 'I want to play
with you while you suck me.'
She did as he asked. From the smile on his face,
Livilla could tell he liked what he saw!
The man lay on his back on the bed in the cheap room
and Livilla kneeled on the bed next to him. His hand
was on her pubes immediately, but he touched it gently.
He played with her clit. He was not rough with it like
some of the men she had sex with. His touch felt very
good. This blow-job really would be fun!
She bent over and took the length of his cock into her
mouth. It tasted as good as it looked, and her client
sighed deeply with pleasure. She let his cock slip from
her lips with a delicious popping sound. His hand
continued rolling her clit sending little shivers of
excitement all through Livilla spine. She was aroused
by that time, and growing more so by the second. She
knew however that she had to divorce herself from it.
It was the client's pleasure that was important, not
the prostitute's.
She nibbled gently at the underside of his cock, and
man's whole body stiffened. He was very responsive to
all her ministrations and it was obvious that he was
enjoying the blow-job she was giving him. She moved
lower on his cock, and flicked at the ball sack that
hung below with just the tip of her tongue. The man was
moaning audibly now, and squirming beneath her on the
bed. She licked his balls for some moments, and even
took one into her mouth. She could have gone on with
this for a very long time, but there was a time limit
on the room, and she had to get him off before the
limit ran out.
With a bit of disappointment that this would have to
end, she took his cock into her mouth to administer the
coup de grace. He shivered with pleasure as Livilla's
lips enwrapped the head and slid down the length of the
shaft. She really wanted to please him. She did a 'deep
throat' on him, and swallowed each time his cock
reached the back of her throat. That way her glottis
massaged the head of his cock sending further shivers
of ecstasy through him. She then tightened the grip of
her red lips around his cock and pumped it in and out
of her mouth increasing the speed of it as she went.
The guy's cock throbbed in her mouth, and she knew
that she would soon reap the rewards of her efforts.
She braced for the first spurt of semen that she just
knew would be forcefully gushing into my mouth. The guy
took a deep breath - held it for a moment - then let it
out in a long moaning sigh. As he did that, his semen
started filling her mouth. It did not shoot in hard
spasms as she had expected, but poured out slowly in
one long gentle but relentless stream. Its warmth
filled her entire mouth before she realized what was
happening. There was so much that she was sure it would
have trickled out of her nose if she had not swallowed
the first half of his load while he was still coming!
The out pouring of semen from the man's cock finally
stopped and she let the shaft slip from her lips. He
looked up at her with pleasure in his eyes while she
tasted the sweet saltiness of the load of sperm that
filled her mouth She swallowed it all and she bent back
down to lick his cock and balls clean one last time.
She really wanted to have sex with the guy but it was a
client after all. She kissed him on the cheek, and said
good-bye.
Marcel had been carrying out a routine visit to one of
his boarding houses used to lodge his prostitutes, when
Marina, one of his new girls had approached him and
requested that he follow her next door into the bar.
'There is something I must show you, Domine,' she had
said with an enticing smile. Marcel looked at her
perplexed. He didn't like to waste his time and he was
not sure whether she was trying to win his favours or
genuinely have something to impart. Intrigued despite
himself, Marcel had assented. Marina had lead him into
a large old house which obviously served as a brothel.
'This is a good place. They treat the girls well and
everyone is well fucked when they leave the inn.'
The front door opened before we could knock on the
door. Standing in front of him was a very beautiful
Asian women. She had jet black shoulder length hair,
and almond shaped eyes that were nearly a color match
with her hair. She was wearing a red silk blouse which
was opened enough in the front to show off her
beautiful proportioned breasts. She was wearing a short
black skirt that displayed her shapely legs and most of
her thighs. She was about 5 ft 7 tall. Marcel felt his
mouth begin to water as he looked her over for the
second or third time. Suddenly he was aware that Marina
was speaking. He decided that he had better listen or
he might miss something important and boy was he right.
What Marcel heard Marina say was that she wanted him to
meet their hostess for the evening.
'This is Lu Ching.'
Marina told him that Lu would be providing him a full
personal escort service for the evening. Finding out
that the gorgeous woman Marcel was looking at was Lu
Ching, the beautiful woman he was going to be fucking
very soon was causing a crowding problem in the crotch
of his pants. As Lu Ching escorted them into the bar he
told her that he thought the Inn was very beautiful.
She thanked him and asked him whether he would like to
drink. He asked for a beer and as she prepared the
drinks he looked around the room. Marina had already
disappeared somewhere into the whorehouse. There was
one other couple in the room. The woman was very
attractive and about forty years old and the man looked
to be in his mid thirties. The woman had her hand on
the man's shoulder and he had his hand half way up her
thigh under the hem of her skirt.
He watched as the woman leaned forward and kissed the
man and his hand slid the rest of the way up her thigh.
At that point Lu Ching appeared in front of him with
his drink. As she handed Marcel the drink she asked,
'Would you like to sit and watch them for a while or
would you like a personal tour of the Inn? One of the
house rules is that all doors and curtains are to be
left unlocked and that anyone who wanted to watch could
watch, so if he wanted to watch it was all right. It is
all inclusive in the price.'
Marcel told her that he would rather have her give him
a tour of the house. Lu Ching started the tour by
showing him around the downstairs. An impressive
library, a beautiful formal dining room, a very large
restaurant style kitchen, and then the entered the main
area where couple were sprawled out in what could only
be described as an orgy: One of the ladies was flat on
her back with a guy between her legs fucking her
intensely. Her legs were spread wide around him and
were jerking in the air with each of his strokes.
Another lady was on her hands and knees with a guy
behind her sliding his long hard cock into her pussy
while she sucked on the other guys cock. They were all
approaching their climaxes as he watched.
He could see the couple start straining into each
other as the guy began to powerfully stroke into his
partner. Suddenly he slammed his cock deep into her and
started cumming as she threw her legs back opening her
orgasmed pussy for him. As their straining bodies
relaxed my eyes moved back to the trio. The guy fucking
her had a hold of her hips and was pounding himself
into her as the other guy watched, stroking his cock
and her heaving breasts. She cried out that she was
cumming as the guy behind her did the same. When he
finished and slid out the other guy moved in and took
his place. 'Oh yeah fuck me.' Marcel heard her moan as
he slid into her. Marcel turned back and glanced at the
dance floor and saw that the mood was erotic too.
One of the ladies was nude from the waist up and her
partner was sucking on her nipples. Most couples were
kissing passionately and exploring each others bodies.
Several cocks were poking out and being stroked while
male hands slid between female legs.
***
As Lu Ching and Marcel began climbing the lovely
curved staircase to the second floor Lu Ching said,
there are eight bedrooms in the house. Lu Ching turned
to him and asked, 'Shall we peek into the rooms and see
who is doing what to whom?' She laughed.
The hallway was dimly lit and when Lu Ching opened the
first bedroom door on the left the lighting in the
bedroom was only slightly darker than the hall. It was
light enough to see the couple on the bed, man on top
slowly stroking in and out of the woman but it wasn't
light enough to get a good look at there faces. Marcel
wouldn't be able to recognize them if he saw them later
but that wasn't important.
Lu Ching took his hand and opened a second the door.
'The curtain is drawn now but if you look closely you
will have no problem seeing what goes on in the room
yonder.'
Examining the opening more attentively, Marcel had no
difficulty examining the sleazy room only half
concealed by the thinly woven curtains. He did not need
to be Archimedes to divine its purpose.
A man lay on the couch, fully unclothed, obviously
awaiting the appearance of his partner for the night.
'What does this mean,' he demanded. 'Shhh,' replied
the Lu, placing one finger before her lips and
redirecting his attention to the cubiculum.
Marcel was about to say something when a girl entered
the room. Although he could only see her from behind
and discern the lovely shaped figure visible through
the transparent nighty, he suddenly let out a strangled
gasp of surprise and dawning horror.
The women looked down at the man sprawling naked on
the bed, pulled open the laces of her nighty and smiled
in an open invitation. Marcel's heart stopped beating.
There was no longer the slightest doubt left in his
mind that the girl he saw standing in the next room was
no other than Livilla!
He watched non-pulsed as in a slow sensual striptease
like wiggle of her hips the liberated nighty slid
gently to the floor to form a smooth oval. She dropped
onto her hands and knees before the man facing away
from the door. Although Marcel couldn't see clearly he
could tell she was sucking his cock. He could hear the
sucking and slurping noises she was making all the way
across the room and the look on the man's face was
unmistakable. Marcel gaped in astonishment. Marcel
couldn't believe it. There she was, working the streets
like a common prostitute.
Suddenly a second man came into view. A well-hung and
stark naked young black buck. He climbed on the bed
behind that beautiful arse and slid his cock into her
pussy in one long slow smooth stroke. She must have
been very excited and wet because the Negro's powerful
black cock went in so easily. Marcel watched as the
black man began stroking into her gradually picking up
the pace.
'That's my wife...' He groaned.
One was fucking her, one she was sucking. Lu Ching
asked Marcel if he was going to stop the fun. He
couldn't answer. She felt the front of his pants and
said his hard cock was his sign of approval.
Livilla pushed back against him every time he pushed
into her. In a couple of minutes the man getting the
blow job let out a moan and became tense as he released
his cum into the woman's mouth.
Freed from the blow job, she turned around smiling at
the black stud. Pushing him back she straddled him.
Collecting his stiff penis in her hand, she quickly and
enthusiastically inserted the cock head between her
rubbery sex lips in a practised gesture. Horrified, yet
fascinated and aroused despite himself, he watched on
as she rode up and down the man's hard rod, determined
to cause him to ejaculate within her.
How many pricks had she milked today in similar a
manner? Marcel thought bitterly. Would his be the next,
or the last? Probably not, he thought.
He watched her face distort, the edge of her mouth
curl in sinful bliss. She threw her head back and her
hair flowed wildly over her back. She was enjoying it,
the bitch. He thought with a pang of jealousy envy and
regret.
The man groaned and jerked and suddenly it was all
over quickly. She winced, smiled, then lifted herself
off. Marcel felt frustrated, yet at the same time he
desperately wanted to abase himself, be humiliated and
used by her; he wanted to bury his head between her
thighs, squash his mouth against her wet fur and lick
her dripping cunt.
Little did he know that this was not the first time
she would have slipped out at night covered and
disguised in a blond wig to hide her hair. She was
quite popular in the small lupanar where, under the
name of Lycisca, she would greet and entertain her
clients. She would part her thighs and go with anyone
provided they paid her the right price. She always
worked late into the night until her face bore the
marks of the burning lamp. Then she would return
breathless and used, tired but not satiated of sex to
the marital bed smelling of the bordello. He watched
Livilla as two men took turns with her pussy and mouth.
He stood to the side so she couldn't see him.
When the two fucking her were done. A new guy got on
the bed and pulled Livilla on top of him. He had her
face his feet and slowly pulled her down on his big
cock. When he was balls deep he laid her back on his
chest and asked her how she liked being a slut. She
told him she liked to be fucked by anyone. After he
came he kept on fucking her. The other two move up to
her head and she took turns sucking them. One of them
came and she swallowed his cum. A few minutes later,
the two guys were in her pussy and arse. She had cum in
her pussy, are, on her big tits, and all over her face
and hair.
Marcel realized that he had better fuck something very
soon or he was going to have an accident. Lu Ching must
have read his mind because at that moment she suggested
they find an empty bed.
They found the empty bed in the center bedroom. As
they walked into the room Lu Ching stopped in front of
him and put her arms around him neck and pulled his
face to hers and gave him a deep tongue kiss. Then she
helped him remove his clothes. Once he was naked he sat
on the bed and watched as Lu Ching removed her clothes.
She didn't do a strip tease but the way she moved was
every bit as erotic as any stripper he had ever seen.
Her breasts were about the size of grapefruits and firm
with large brown nipples.
Lu Ching sat on the bed next to him and kissed him a
couple of times then she turned away from him and went
straight down on his swollen cock. As she began sucking
on his cock she positioned herself so we were the 69
position. The feeling of her soft pussy hair on his
face as he tongued her was great. After about ten
minutes of kissing and sucking each other Lu Ching got
on top of him and guided his cock inside her pussy.
Once he was fully inside her she laid down him and we
just started moving around until we found a rhythm that
work for us. They fucked like this for about ten
minutes until Lu Ching had an orgasm. Then Lu Ching got
on her hand and knees and said he could tell by the way
Marcel watched Numana fucking Livilla that Marcel must
like this position.
Marcel knew right away that Lu Ching had just said
something that he should be reacting to but he was so
horny at that point that he could only think about
fucking this pussy that was waving around in front of
him. He pushed into Lu Ching and began pumping into h
er as fast and hard as he could. Lu Ching whispered,
'I'm cumming again.' Immediately after that his orgasm
started. And just as the first explosion of his orgasm
hit he suddenly realized what Lu Ching had said. Numana
fucking Livilla. Yes, of course it was Livilla. As he
finished his orgasm he had the very clear image of
Numana pumping into Livilla as she sucked on the other
guys cock. The odd thing was that instead of upsetting
him he had one of the most intense orgasms he had ever
had. Even afterward he wasn't upset like he would have
expected. Actually he was excited by the idea that
Livilla was in this house. He decided then that he
would fuck Livilla before the night was over. He had a
strong feeling that once we fucked that everything
would come into focus and he would know what he had to
do to make things right for them again.
When his cock slid out of Lu's dripping pussy she
said, Wow, that was some finish, what brought that on?
He asked Lu Ching how well she knew Livilla. She said
he just met her tonight. She came as a guest of one of
the regulars. Then he told Lu Ching that Livilla was
his wife, and gave Lu Ching a condensed version of what
had been going on in his marriage.
Lu Ching said she was sorry. He said, 'Don't be sorry.
Everything is going to work out fine now. But when you
see Livilla don't tell her. I have to figure out the
best way to get her in bed with me.'
Lu Ching said he have an idea.
'You stay here and when Livilla comes down stairs I
will tell her that she has a VIP customer. It's a game
we play occasionally and it protects the man's
identity. The idea is that the girl is blind folded and
taken to the bedroom where there man is waiting for
them. The whore cannot remove their blind fold unless
she has the punter's permission or she is tortured or
worse...
'How does that sound?'
'That's perfect.' Replied Marcel.
Lu Ching got up and said she would make the
arrangements. Once Livilla was blind folded one of the
women removed her dress, leaving her naked . Her pussy
hair was matted with cum and there was a little bit of
cum leaking out of her pussy. Marina produced a wet
cloth so she could was the cum off her sticky cunt.
When Livilla was done washing herself, the black guy
took the wash cloth from her and told her to bend over
again so that everyone could see how clean she had
gotten herself. Livilla again did as she was told.
Numana walked around Livilla and examined her and said
'You look beautiful.' He said as he gently ran has
fingers over her pussy and up the crack of her arse.
Lu Ching turned to Numana and Toro, a male escort and
asked them to accompany her upstairs. Lu Ching was the
first one to reach the room and she stood next to Toro
as Livilla was escorted up the last few steps. Toro and
Numana brought Livilla to the bed and sat her down. As
Livilla sat down Lu Ching began to speak. She said,
Livilla, its time to thank your escorts. To do that you
should give each of their cocks a little sucking. Toro
was the first to step in front of Livilla as she
reached out. When she found his still soft cock she
bent forward and gently took it into her mouth then she
suck it until it was erect. Then Lu Ching said, Okay,
that's enough for him. Toro stepped aside and Numana
stepped in front of Livilla and guided her mouth to his
cock. When his cock was fully erect, Numana stepped
back and he and Toro went to wait at the door.
Lu Ching started speaking again. She said, Now the fun
begins. Just a review of a couple of rules. Livilla,
you are not to speak except to show pleasure. You are
not to remove you blind fold or in any way try to find
out who your lover is until he gives you permission. Is
that understood and agreed to? Livilla said yes and Lu
Ching said, Okay then, begin. Then Lu Ching left the
room. Marcel came around the bed and stood in front of
Livilla and bent down and kissed her with a deep tongue
kiss. She responded by pushing her tongue into his
mouth. When the kiss was over he took her hand and put
it on his cock and with his other hand he pulled her
head forward to let her know he wanted her to suck his
cock. She needed no encouragement. She put as much of
his as she could fit into her mouth and began give him
one hell of a good blow job. She had never been this
good at sucking cock before.
Within minutes he was in danger of losing a load of
come in her mouth so he had to stop her. He pulled back
so that his cock came out of her mouth with a popping
sound. Then he indicated to Livilla that he wanted he
to lay down. Then he got between her legs. He lifted
her legs over his shoulders and began kissing the
inside of her thighs and moving toward her pussy. When
his face was only about an inch away from her beautiful
pussy he could smell the scent of Livilla's pussy. A
combination of her natural scents and the faint smell
of her perfume. There was also another ingredient to
her scent tonight. It was the scent of a well fucked
cunt.
As he spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers he
could see her juices were already running and mixed
with them he could see the traces of the cum deposited
by who knows how many cocks that had been in her
earlier that night. Rather than being grossed out by
the idea of another man's cum in his wife's pussy he
was suddenly extremely excited. He just dove in tongue
first and started sucking on his wife's pussy. Marcel
could taste Livilla and he could taste cum. Sometimes
it was two distinct tastes and sometimes it was one
combined taste. But he didn't care, he was happy to be
having sex with his wife again, even though she didn't
know she was having sex with him.
As he continued to suck on Livilla's pussy she began
to respond. She grabbed the back of him head and pulled
his face tighter against her pussy and bucked her hips
up and down. Livilla had never been this responsive in
their love making before. After a while Livilla seemed
to calm down a little and let go of his head. he got
out from between her legs got on top of her and push
his cock up inside her and began kissing and sucking
her breasts. He nearly came again but he backed off
just in time. He guided her into the position he
wanted, on her hands and knees the way she was when he
saw her earlier that evening. Once he had her there he
stood behind her and began rubbing the head of his cock
on the opening of Livilla's pussy.
It was almost as though her pussy opened up and sucked
his cock inside. He put his hands on her hips and just
started driving in and out of her. Livilla was going
wild under him. Pushing back with each stroke, making
grunting noises as he slammed his cock deep inside her
and finally a loud groan as she had a orgasm. He was
still stroking into his wife when he turned to see
Numana standing in the doorway watching. Without even
thinking about it he motioned for him to come into the
room, then point at the bed in front of Livilla. Numana
came around to stand in front of Livilla. He already
had his cock out and he looked at Marcel. Marcel nodded
his approval and the black man held his cock up to
Livilla's lips and wiped the pre cum from his cock head
onto her lips.
When he pulled his cock away, Livilla ran her tongue
around her lips and open her mouth as if in invitation.
The Negro put his ebony cock up to her lips again and
she just swallowed it. Fucking Livilla while watching
her suck on the black cock was more than he could
handle. Marcel had an intense orgasm and filled that
beautiful pussy up with his hot load. Livilla gave out
a little scream of joy then went right back to sucking
on the nigger. As his orgasm subsided he pulled his
cock out of Livilla and indicated that black buck
should take his place. As Numana was sliding his cock
into her cum filled pussy he got on the bed in front
Livilla and guide her mouth to his cock.
She more than willingly cleaned all of the cum off his
cock. Then Marcel slid down on the bed so that he could
kiss her. He began to play with her tits and give her
tinder kisses all over her face and on her neck. After
a few minutes he could tell that between the blacks
cock pumping in and out of her pussy and his playing
with her tits, she was about to have another orgasm. At
about the time her orgasm started the stud yelled, 'I'm
cumin' and started pumping his load into Marcel's
wife's pussy.
When both Numana and Livilla had finished their
orgasms the Negro left. Marcel pulled Livilla down on
the bed next to him and continue to kiss her and play
with her tits. After a few minutes Livilla began to
respond to his kisses a little more. This told him that
she was recovering from her orgasm and was getting
ready to go again. He decided it was time for Livilla
to know who she was in bed with so he reached up and
untied her blind fold, then he removed the sleeping
mask. Livilla had her eyes closed as he removed the
mask and she kept them closed for a few seconds. When
she opened her eyes it took her a few seconds before
she could focus on him enough to see who he was. During
that short period of time he was scared. He worried
that when she saw who her blind date had been that she
would be angry and that any hope of us patching things
up would be ruined. When Livilla finally could focus
enough to recognize him she screamed
'Oh his god, Marcel! It was you? What the.. How...
when.. you let him.. oh well never mind that. Marcel, I
love you. Maybe even more now than ever before.'
With that Livilla began kissing him all over. She
appeared to be genuinely happy. She kissed her way down
his chest and started sucking on his cock. He didn't
think he had it in him but his cock started to respond
almost immediately. Livilla kept sucking on his cock
until he was hard then she turned around and mounted
him. We got a nice slow comfortable rhythm going and
Livilla began talking. She said she was she was sorry
and that from now on she would only have sex with him.
No more secrets. They would just go back to the way
things were before this all started.
Marcel reply surprised her: 'Well that is not what I
had in mind. I don't want to go back to the way things
were. I have met some women I want to continue fucking
and I want you to fuck other men, only not behind his
back. Earlier tonight I saw you sucking some guys cock
and Numana fucking you from behind. It was one of the
most beautiful erotic sights I have ever seen. I want
us to have an open sex life. Can you live with that?'
'You really want me to have sex with other men?' She
said surprised.
He nodded.
Chapter VII Rome's Mistress
Marcel had slowly grown further apart from Livilla as
he felt himself become more and more alienated from the
creature he had created, until one day he was
astonished to realise that he no longer loved her any
more. The awareness of this had not come suddenly, but
had slowly dawned on him over time.
Messalina took his hand and squeezed it gently. Marcel
looked up into her eyes surprised. She smiled gently.
He had finished telling his sad tale and had been
surprised to find an avid and unexpectedly friendly
ear. Perhaps the story had rung a common sympathetic
cord with the First Lady. Her understanding and
feelings had caught him off-guard. When she left, he
knew that he had also secured a friend, even if that
friendship was not totally uninterested.
Marcel was annoyed to see Calpurnia still in sight
when he showed Messalina to the exit. The smirk on the
prostitutes face only served to re-ignite the Empresses
hostility. Although she glared at the girl, she said
nothing. Marcel knew however that she would remember
the insult and that one day she would repay the
prostitute for her animosity.
Marcel bid Messalina good night and gave her a quick
peck on the cheek. Messalina looked up at him, her eyes
sparkling with a curious light. Could it be... She
smiled, then turned and left silently. Marcel stood
there for a long moment looking at her receding
silhouette. A while later, he nodded, smiled to himself
and went back inside.
The next day Marcel did some window shopping and
visited a friend, Vettius Valens. He retired quite
early that night.
In the early hours of dawn, he was awoken with a
start. He opened his eyes and looked up to find
Decimus, one of his senior centurion-captains, shaking
him and saying: 'Wake up, Tribune. Wake up, Sir!'
Decimus looked haggard and frightened.
Marcel grabbed his dagger and sat up sharply.
'What is the matter, Centurion?' He asked.
The worried Decimus explained that Rome was about to
be invaded by a rebel force. The explanation was so
absurd that at first Marcel laughed. It took Marcel a
few minutes to get the whole story from him in an
intelligible form. Apparently Claudius, in an address
to the Senate, had announced the news of a mutiny in
Dalmatia (Yugoslavia). It seemed that Furio Camillius
Scribonianus, a distant relative of the famous Furio
Camillius and who had once been one of Caligula's
protégés generals, had teemed up with another of
Claudius's age old enemies, the rat-like Vinicianus, to
make a bid for power. In an insolent letter to the
Senate, he repudiated his allegiance to Claudius and
threatened to set sail for Italy at the head of 30,000
men. This would mean a return to the civil wars whose
spectre had up to now been chased away by the good
Augustus.
Marcel was amazed at such folly, blindness and
ambition. The revolt was doomed to fail. Anyone in
their right mind could have seen that. What could four
regiments hope to achieve against an Emperor backed by
the people and the Praetorian Guard? The likelihood of
the mutiny succeeding was more than remote.
As Decimus explained the situation, Marcel quickly
clipped his breast plate over the front of his leather
tunic, fastened his leg greaves and grabbed his crested
helmet. Dressed in the full regalia of an Imperial
Tribune, he rushed out to his saddled horse.
They rode hard back to the camp. They found the entire
Urban Legion, including his own regiment, on full
alert.
He did not like to leave his business although it
could run itself very well without him. It was of
secondary of importance to his career and it was
important to keep a low profile because of the
censorship risk. In all his business transactions his
freedman Polyphobe fronted for him, running the day to
day transactions while all the true wealth and profit
were being quickly invested and dispersed into hundreds
of small holdings across the world. Marcel's worries
were unfounded, he told himself.
The XII Urban Cohort, his police regiment, was well-
disciplined troops. Although he did not usually have
much time to spend with them being taken by his duties
in the civil courts of Ostia, they were all devoted to
him. He had always taken every precaution he could to
ensure their Loyalty and support. Who could tell when a
regiment might come in handy?
It was crucial for any public career to have the
backing of the military and the favour of the Princeps,
the commander-in-chief. Still, he itched to get his
hands on a more active command but that would have to
wait until he had served in a more senior civil
position in the Provinces. In the meantime, he would
continue to win the troops' respect, earn their
unending support and loyalty through his generosity and
secure his position in the capital.
Already he had his commander, the Prefect, realising
the advantages of being in with Marcel and hence
willing to bend over backwards to please. When, after
the demise of Scribonianus had be publicly announced,
he had offered one gold piece to each and everyone in
his regiment to drink the health of Messalina, he won
himself cheers of delight from the men, warm praise
from the Emperor who was madly in love with beautiful
but promiscuous young lady and a personal letter of
thanks from Valeria, promising that his gesture would
not be forgotten.
In Rome, the only base to secure real power was
wealth. Marcel realised this and knew how to advance
himself using his hidden resources.
When Scribonianus's death was announced, Marcel was
not very surprised. The official version circulating
attributed his timely demise to a suicide. Scribonianus
was alleged to have committed suicide upon hearing that
the legions eagle's could not be displaced. The rabble
liked this superstitious type of explanation. Marcel
however, had heard from Narcissus that Claudius had
dispatched a top notch assassin to do the job for him.
A certain Volaginius. This incident only served to make
the ageing Emperor even more wary of his officers. In
the climate this created it was dangerous to take sides
but not belonging to a faction could prove even more
harmful.
For a few months heads rolled. People were found in
their baths after having slit their wrists. Troops
raided houses. Messages were sent to those on the
wanted list. Those who did not kill themselves were
executed and their property confiscated. Both Claudius
and Messalina took advantage of the so-called rebellion
not only to be less scrupulous than usual punishing the
offenders, but as an excuse to secure position by
probing and interrogating suspects then dispatching of
opponents under the guise of weeding out traitors.
Messalina in particular secured and strengthened
herself where she was the weakest.
***
Marcel had been lunching with Juncus after a senate
session. The days' debate had centred around rights for
the import of raw material. Claudius was asked them to
vote a new tax increase of five percent on Gold and
Silver.
'Was there any opposition? I can think of a few
families who will be hit by the new tax,' said Marcel.
'Not really. Messalina had skilfully orchestrated this
vote since she gains to vote. Bribes have been
distributed and those who could not be bought have been
silenced with threats. She also made an example of
Fabius Severus. You know, the one who had that silver
mine in Northern Sardinia.'
'Not that mountain sticking out into the sea?'
Questioned Marcel.
'That's the one. He sent a letter of complaint to
Messalina. What insolence and recklessness! They found
him two days ago with his veins slit in the bath. He
had been suicided. The note conveniently left all his
property to the state with no mention of his wife and
family. With that sort of punishment no wonder the vote
went so smoothly.'
The secret power behind the principate had struck out
again. A thought suddenly crossed Marcel's mind:
'Didn't Severus also own a large villa in Velabre?'
'Yes, right off the fountain. Very nice too,' answered
his friend.
Later that day Marcel sent for Polyphobe.
'Polyphobe .I have a mission to entrust to you. Fabius
Severus has left his property in Velabre to the state.
Buy it. This is prime sight for us. We can open a
lupanar there. I leave the details to you.'
Polyphobe's eyes shone. 'Of course, Sire,' he bowed,
turned and left.
This was not an unusual challenge for him to be given.
This did not mean it was easy. Polyphobe knew the
bureaucracy well. It would take him months of cajoling,
bribes, convincing, intervention, escalation until he
reached his objective. First he went to the Palace and
made an appointment with a slave clerk who registered
his request. Then two days later it was reviewed and he
was given a date for the next week to review his
request by a petty clerk. Initially his request was
refused until he insisted and was taken to the slaves
supervisor. This arrogant fellow was finally convinced
into making an appointment for the next day with the
assistant under secretaries free man. This minion was
convinced by a free night out with a courtesan and a
bottle of wine to forward the application to the
assistant under secretary.
Two weeks later Polyphobe received a message saying
his request had been received but other pressing
business needed to be seen to first. The review date
was set three weeks away and was rescheduled twice
before being refused. Appeal to the under secretary, a
true Frenchman administrator and petty bureaucrat
extraordinaire named Pietro Yvo. The appeal included
twenty gold coins. This magically allowed re submission
of the request. A price was fixed and after two month
negotiation parties agreed. The sale went through four
months later. Such was the problems faced by those
wishing to tackle the state system. With the state
owning much of the countries wealth and the key to
decision making there was no choice. Messalina had
armies of people employed by her.
For more than two years now Messalina had also been
accumulating countless wealth.
Initially Messalina had used the confiscation of
others properties to satisfy her greed. She had preyed
on a few rich opponents and had then generously
lavished her money on select followers. This had bred a
certain amount of dangerous hatred and jealousy
especially since she appeared miserly to all other
purposes. Of course, this was nothing like the burden
put on the people by Gaius Caligula. Perhaps this was
why she was able to get away with it at least while her
greed remained checked.
Caligula however had been openly ostentatious,
squandering the States resources on huge continuous
public games, wild speculative expeditions and lavish
senseless expenditures. In the end he had run out of
money, having used up all his own personal fortune and
that of the State, he had been forced to raise
excessive taxes and confiscate property from the rich
as well as preying on their women. The people had grown
impoverished and desperate and he had soon become the
object of hatred. Besides hating him they had feared
him since under his regime people disappeared or were
executed without a manifest reason. In this they were
dissimilar since the people may have found Messalina
cruel and dreaded her punishment, but this was never
without purpose.
She had then turned to her appointment as Censor of
Public Morals and found this a more secure gold mine.
Her situation gave her the right to administer and
revoke social status. By secretly selling not only
Roman citizenship, but knighthoods and senatorial
distinctions, she had discovered limitless riches which
she used to furnish her own palace where she could lead
a life of luxury and debauchery far from the eyes of
her spouse, the Emperor.
In this place of sumptuous luxury and abandonment the
wildest fantasies and the most cruel and perverse
obsessions became reality. From this rich unreal
atmosphere was born what was later to be remembered by
many as Messalina's maddest erotic ventures.
Marcel had first learned of it when Polyphobe had
arrived running into his quarters. His face was pale
and frightened.
'I have something you must read, Master,' he said and
handed Marcel a note.
Marcel was shocked to see Polyphobe in such a state.
He who was always so calm. It would need a dire tragedy
indeed to have caused the poor fellow such grief.
Marcel read it carefully. He had to read it twice
however before he could believe the contents. The note
was from Messalina and addressed to Polyphobe as head
of the Prostitute's Guild.
Perhaps it had been Polyphobe's persistent arrogant
manner on each of her visits, or Calpurnia's disdainful
superiority and stern conviction that no amateur
however gifted could rival a professional, that had
enraged her. Despite anything Marcel could do to
lighten the situation, Messalina kept returning to the
matter. She had been hurt in her deepest pride by this
lowly prostitute and stupid pimp and would revenge
herself. How dare they treat her like this! She was the
most desirable woman in the world and no man was
permitted to resist her. She could have anything she
wanted and do things a common whore would never dream
of. She was the best at sex. She would show them!
Messalina was issuing a challenge to the Prostitutes
Guild, asking them to provide the best whore in Rome to
contend with her the doubtful honour being of the most
dissolute women of the Empire. During the course of a
night at the New Palace, they would compete to see
which of the two could wear out the most gallants.
Obviously, if they refused to pick up the gauntlet,
they would loose and pay a hefty fine for not showing
up. As for Polyphobe, he would face the rack like a
common slave at the grim and renowned prison near the
market place.
'This must be a coup of the Vitellians,' cursed
Polyphobe under his breath. 'The forces of destiny
conspire against us, Sire.'
'I know that our families are not on the best of terms
but I cannot believe this. Anyway, there is no choice
put to comply,' said Marcel slowly. 'Leave this to me.'
Marcel selected the best woman he had, a Sicilian
beauty named Scylla. He personally briefed her on what
to do and how to behave.
Most of the nobility of Rome had been invited to
attend the strange contest and the men were invited to
take part. Messalina also managed to persuaded four
other women to compete with her.
Helen Virgilianus and volunteered straight away had
convinced her friend Julia, who had been reluctant at
first, even though she had come without her husband.
Messalina had then spoken to Drusilla and had
threatened to reveal all about her liaison with Juncus
if she too did not participate. Drusilla had nearly
burst into tears and pleaded with Messalina not to do
so. She had agreed but Messalina had warned her that
any faking, or trying to get out of it quickly and not
doing her best and she would be severely punished. So
she promised to do her very best. The last woman to
come forward was Lesbia Nerva. Her husband volunteered
her in exchange for a high senate commission.
Messalina had started off by 'warming up' with her
bodyguard, Titus Proculus and had then called in her
favourite black gladiator, Mugambo.
As Mugambo was brought in, everybody fell suddenly
quiet and then there were exclamations of wonder, cries
of excitement and gasps of awe, for the black man was
equipped with the most gigantic organ ever seen. It was
fully two feet long! How any woman could stuff that
between her legs was beyond Marcel's comprehension.
Mugambo had been a present from Marcel to Lady
Valeria. He still remembered with a smile the first
time the Empress had laid her avid eyes upon him.
Marcel had been careful to present him to her bathed
and rubbed down in olive oil so that his dark skin and
gargantuan tool was brought in all its splendour. To
say he had made a good impression would have been an
under statement. She had practically drooled when she
had seen him.
He stood there, straight, proud, tall, savagely
handsome and strong.
'Look at these muscles. The steel of a gladiator,' he
had said pointing out the man's biceps. The Empress
followed him around the slave. 'Touch, feel them. Feel
how strong they are? Have you ever felt anything like
them? The teeth!' He inspected the teeth. 'Perfect
!What health...'
She examined and prodded, her eyes wide with
appreciation.
'Turn!' He commanded.
He obeyed, docile. Being a pleasure tool was a better
fate than the arena.
'Magnificent,' muttered Messalina licking her lips
hungrily.
'He is obedient, strong and unbroken. I was sure you
would appreciate him. He is for your personal
enjoyment, to serve you in anyway you may desire.' He
said calmly. She approached and pulled back his
cincture. She let out an exclamation of appreciation,
delight and surprise.
She examined the huge instrument more closely, avidly.
'Imagine that royal piece in you. Are you excited?' He
asked.
'Yes, I am very pleased,' she said softly.
She touched it gently, with adoration, handling it as
if it were the most expensive and fragile thing in the
world, delicately feeling it and weighing it. It was
terrifying, huge, fantastic. She was scared, delighted
and irresistibly attracted by the obscene black thing.
As she fondled the tool, she thought to herself
angrily: How could a patrician lady even envisage such
a disgusting thing and with a slave and a revolting
black savage at that? It was absolutely forbidden. No
she couldn't. What she was toying with was criminal,
immoral and condemned, she thought guiltily. She found
it nearly impossible to believe that any woman could
fit that gigantic tool in her.
It must be painful; it would stretch her to the limit
and rip open a smaller woman. Yet it would be such a
fascinating and addictive experience. Could she get
that monstrous thing into her, because although she was
afraid she absolutely had to have it if she could. She
closed her eyes an instant and trembled, imagining
taking the strange cock into her mouth, nibbling it
lovingly and letting her red tongue run over the base
and up the glistening stem. Perhaps then she could take
its full length into her throat, taste it and savour
it. She felt weak with excitement and desire. Oh, she
so wanted it. Yes, she would give herself fully to the
beast, let it ride her and mingle its juices with hers.
She would sinfully enjoy and savour every painful and
blissful moment.
The strange animal stench of the black stallion
revolted and aroused her. Was this not the symbol of
evil? If so let her smooth milk white body be
sacrificed and defiled. She wanted to be dirty. She
could hardly wait to wedge the big black tool into her
quim and fill her guts with its sperm. She shivered
with pleasure and anticipation. 'You may leave me now,
my friend,' she had said. Marcel read avidity and lust
on her face.
He had bowed, turned around and left, smiling with
satisfaction.
All the contestants were now eyeing Mugambo hungrily.
His tool stood up straight and he appeared as a bull
surrounded by a herd of cattle in heat. Messalina
seemed to lap him up with her eyes too. Obviously she
still had a fondness for him.
'Kneel!' She commanded firmly as he approached.
Carefully taking the ghastly long instrument in her
hand as if it was some sacred utensil, she slowly and
carefully began to lick it. Her tongue darted over the
shining black erection, going round the head and up and
down the stem.
Drusilla, who was seated next to her, watched eyes
wide with excitement and surprise. Approaching, she
began to caress the muscles and chest of the man
avidly.
Now Messalina began to expertly kiss and suck him.
Without warning the black gladiator shuddered and came.
His sperm spurted deep into Messalina's throat and then
over her face when she moved back. Messalina hungrily
licked it up as the spectators applauded. She had just
clocked up her first point.
'You will now serve my friend Drusilla,' she said to
Mugambo.
So Drusilla was the first to get the Negroes big black
piece in her. She knelt down on all fours like an
animal. She could hardly wait as he fumbled and wedged
the thick pulsating lance into her quim. He entered her
and filled her as none other had before. Rarely had
such thick swollen piece filled her tight shaft so
completely. His penis was so gigantic that she had
difficulty getting it into her. Finally, it painfully
went in, stretching her inside. Her pelvic muscles
contracted in an intimate embrace as she savoured the
delicious sensation of the strangers cock slipping into
her loins. Oh, how it felt beautiful! She let out a cry
of sheer delight. The black man groaned and began to
pump his wet black meat in and out of her like a
locomotive, puffing and panting, chanting something in
his own strange tongue. Messalina had been watching
them and suddenly felt the urge to get in on the
action. She could hardly wait to be speared by Mugambo.
'Enough now,' she said to Mugambo sternly.
As the black beast paused, she pushed him firmly on
his back, climbed on top of him and began to ride up
and down his long black banana, shamelessly savouring
its length and thickness fully. Suddenly, Messalina
felt a sudden delicious tickling as Drusilla's tongue
began to touch both her sex and the black penis. It was
absolutely delightful.
'I want Lepus and Celer Asinus to approach,' she
croaked.
The twins came near to them.
'Undress,' she ordered.
Messalina changed position so that Drusilla could lick
both her clitoris and Mugambo's wet pole. The Negro
shuddered, giving her second victory and she got off
and went over to the two brothers, leaving him to
Drusilla.
'Mugambo,' she said, 'look after Drusilla, my little
pussy cat, will you.'
The black man smiled, showing his shiny white teeth.
'Yes, Ma'am,' he said hugging Drusilla and picking her
up bodily. She laughed and giggled as he placed her on
his huge lance and impaled her.
She cried out with ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Messalina had begun to lick the Asinus
brother's cocks. For today, she had decided to suck
them both off at once to gain time. Taking them one in
each hand, at first she played with one then the other,
letting her tongue dart from left to right and getting
them hard and stiff. This usually worked and gave her
an orgasm in the bargain.
She took them both into her mouth, going up and down
the interlocked shafts until they began to groan. At
that point she most probably decided she wanted more,
that she had to have them both inside her. Fondling the
cocks amongst the giggles of excitement from the women
onlookers, she made them crouch down. Taking Lepus's
erection, she inserted it into her wet sleeve as she
knelt down. They kissed then she pushed him back,
telling Celer to climb on top of her back, placing her
in a sandwich. This never failed to give the most
salacious and perverse of pleasure's .She always lusted
to feel several cocks within her.
Celer struggled to obey and she stopped moving a
moment.
'Are you in yet? Are you?' She gasped anxiously,
licking her upper lip with excitement.
'You just get her from behind,' added Lepus, 'I'll
worry about the other hole.'
'Yes, I am trying to get my cock in her arse,' replied
Lepus.
'That's right, put it in my arse. Still, the both of
you. Hold me there, yes. Still, please hold still. Yes,
gently, now more. Oh you...' She groaned as he pressed
the cock head between her buttocks and pushed into her
tight hole.
'Yes!' She gasped. 'Now more... Can you? Yes! That's
it! Can you feel your twins' cock in my arse? Oh, it's
so hard and delicious. Can you feel him?' She groaned.
The two men groaned as they began to move inside her.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth with pure
bliss.
'How does it feel in there?' Asked Lepus to his
brother.
'Further in my arse!' Cried out Messalina. She winced
as the man obeyed, going even deeper. 'Oh yes! That's
right. Screw my arse, make me feel very dirty.'
Her face twisted with extreme lewd pleasure as she
muttered for Celer to keep 'fucking her arse.'
'Marcel! Fabius! Approach. That's right I want your
cocks too!' She declared and the stunned crowd parted
to let the two men through. As they came near, she
grabbed their cocks, pulled them towards her face and
stuffed them both in her mouth too! As she sucked them
off, the two brothers laboured away at her, panting
more and more. She now had four men inside her! The
group drew even more spectators. She had managed to
steal the show. Saturninus, who had been masturbating
himself as he watched, suddenly knelt behind her and
she cried out with ecstasy as she felt his cock join
Lepus's in her cunt. The five men attacked her
passionately and soon the group reached an earth
shattering climax.
Meanwhile, Scylla was only on her fourth man. When
dawn came, Scylla was forced to admit defeat after her
twenty-fifth client. Valeria however, continued out of
defiance until the sun was high in the sky.
***
When Marcel left, he was relieved that the friction
had disappeared and again he could count on the
Empresses favour. He resolved to endeavour to win even
her confidence and protect himself from being exposed
to such a danger again. His first opportunity to do so
would be in the forthcoming Praetorian regimental
games.
Another sign that he was again in the Messalina's
favour was her election to use the Sacred Order's
apartments for enacting her worst kinds of perversions
such as bestial sex; the types of activities even she
dared not undertake in her own palace. The Order
offered her a place where she could obtain maximum
discretion in an area which was dear to her heart.
Obviously, she knew well that she controlled the
establishment and that any indiscretion would be
punished by death.
When Marcel had first heard the news he had reacted
with disbelief, but when Polyphobe had lead him up the
narrow staircase to the observation spy-hole situated
in the Bull-Gods body and that he had looked silently
upon the leading Lady lying alone naked on the bed, he
had had to believe his own eyes.
He had watched from the spy hole as, lying down, arms
and legs spread apart, eyes closed, Messalina waited
impatiently, her breasts trembling with excitement. As
he looked on, she cupped both breasts in her hands
mould and caress them until the nipples were hard and
erect. Her body shivered and she opened her mouth. Her
shining little red tongue flicked avidly over her lips.
Her eyes opened and she looked at something beyond
Marcel's line of vision.
'Come to me! Yes, Proculus, bring him over here now. I
am ready for him,' her voice was husky, broken.
Marcel suddenly detected the smell of horse and his
eyes opened with surprise. Before he had fully
understood what was happening, Messalina's bodyguard
had appeared in his line of vision, leading a handsome
jet-black stallion by the reigns. He suddenly guessed
what was about to happen.
He watched glued, not able to move or breathe, as the
stallion was brought up the Empress. The animal's foul
stench now filled the room. The horse stood over her,
considering her with indifference. He saw her reach out
avidly. Never before had he seen such terror, lust
anticipation and impatience. She craved intercourse and
seemed to hunger and fear violently what was about to
happen. She touched and caressed herself distractedly
and stared at Proculus imploringly. Without further
ado, the man slid his hand under the beast and began to
excite the horse expertly. His face was expressionless.
Messalina licked her lips nervously and stared
hungrily at the huge black phallus which hung down to
the animal's knees. Under the servant's careful
guidance, the horse's limp phallus began to expand and
swell to gigantic proportions. It was enormous! It was
a thick as a strong warrior's arm. Marcel had never
realised that a stallion could be so big. He did not
see how it was possible to get any of that huge tool
into the salacious Empress.
As the tool grew larger, Messalina's eyes became
glazed. The stallion began to respond, rocking its hind
quarters and thrusting impatiently. Messalina wriggled
and twisted on the bed. Her nipples were hard and
erect, her eyes glazed. She was dying to be screwed and
feel that gigantic instrument ripping into her again,
violating her innermost depths, dirtying her soul,
giving her perverse carnal enjoyment. She nearly wet
herself with desire. Her furry patch glistened
hungrily.
The servant drew the horse by its collar and forced it
against the woman, pushing the animal between her legs
so that the tip of its phallus rested on her sex. She
shivered at the contact. Desperately, she grabbed the
gigantic instrument with both hands and pulled it
towards her insatiable sex. Avidly, she began to rub
the cock up and down her groove, working its semen into
her sheath and mingling it with her own juices as the
cock began to dribble from the end. Masturbating the
beast frantically, she rubbed some sperm over her
fingers and worked the moisture around her own sex and,
pushing her forefinger deep up her cunt, kneaded the
thick white substance into her sleeve to lubricate it.
The large square cock-head now rested directly against
her opening. Pulling her rubbery wet sex lips as far
apart as she could with her fingers, she was barely
able to force the tool in. She cried out with pain and
lewd pleasure as the huge tool penetrated her. She
sobbed, begging for more.
She opened her legs, desperately wrapping them around
the revolting creature's flank. Realising that it was
being offered this lovely female, the stallion began to
thrust its tool deeper into her tight opening of its
own accord, punishingly stretching it apart, obviously
enjoying this soft consenting female filly being
offered for its pleasure. The creature pumped an armful
of cock fully between her legs causing inhuman pain as
it tore at her vitals.
Her little cries gradually changed from sobs and
whimpers and to gasps of sinful ecstasy and depraved
lust as the horse furiously copulated with her. Her
eyes were fixed, shining with intoxicating madness, her
body submissive as she abased herself to the animal and
surrendered any last traces of pudour, respect or
virtue.
Marcel felt his own erection stiffen as he watched
this exciting and terrifying scene. She shivered,
trembling with avid desire and hunger. Her mouth
frothed and tears of inhuman pain, pleasure and
enjoyment came to her eyes. Her face distorted, no
longer human. The creature now sank in deeper with
every stroke.
Suddenly she threw her head back and cried out with
tremendous obscene pleasure and animal satisfaction as
she reached an earth shattering climax while the huge
horse cock pumped in and out of her.
The horse neighed. She quickly withdrew the cock; just
in time. This was dangerous. The stallion came and a
strong torrent surged out, drenching her all over. One
more moment and the animal would have ripped her apart.
Marcel moved back, excited despite himself.
She had also made him arrange some of her more special
parties. After one successful gathering where the prime
attraction had been a woman and a pig she had expressed
her gratitude and admiration. Typically this had come
along with a warning to ensure he did not let her down
next time.
***
Marcel jumped as the trumpets blew unexpectedly
announcing the entrance of the Valeria Messalina, young
bride of the Princeps, onto the Imperial podium
overlooking the Circus Maximus. Marcel steadied the
reigns of his four horse team and soothed the beasts.
Both man and horse were tense and ready.
Marcel had been practising solidly for eight weeks now
for the event, even forsaking his other military and
civil duties. He was proud of his recently acquired
Arabian 'quadriga' and he was confident that he would
perform well and win honour for himself and for his
regiment. He had driven these four horses of
exceptional breeding in practice until he had
completely gauged, mastered and disciplined the
strength of his leading horse riding the inside track
and built up a strong rapport with the animals.
Maxi and Mini, the two outside horses which were not
attached to the chariot as the middle horses were. He
was sure that their likes had not been seen in Rome
before. He was counting on them to give Leek Green a
good run for their money. All now depended on his own
abilities as a charioteer 'agitator.'
The spectators roared. The sound was both deafening
and unbearable under the gate. Marcel wiped the
perspiration from his forehead and shivered. He felt
cold despite the heat. There was no turning back now,
he thought, chasing all doubts from his mind. He had to
win and by Augustus, he would!
Justus, the Leek Green charioteer, who had been
watching him smirked and sniggered: 'Are you afraid,
rabbit? I can smell it from here. You'd better give up
now while you can.'
The other charioteers laughed at Marcel.
'The only smell I can detect is the wine from your
body which loosens your tongue and slows your wit,'
replied Marcel.
This time the men laughed with him.
Marcel slowly examined the other man from head to toe,
barely withholding his disgust and contempt.
Fortunately, the gods had provided Justus with the body
of a mule and the cunning of a fox for his ugly face,
with its squashed nose, warts and twisted features
would surely have caused his mother to smother him at
birth from horror and despair. Popularity with troops
who always appreciated someone more vulgar, bad
tempered, disorderly and mentally handicapped than
themselves, had enhanced admiration for his physical
prowess and construed to raise this petty, lowborn
individual to such an exalted position but then
Caligula's horse had been made a senator...
A large golden medallion bearing a face more hideous
than his own, if such a thing was feasible, hung
obscenely down over his bare hairy chest. He wore no
clothing other than a studded leather belt and cincture
in full contradiction to current rules and safety
procedures. Marcel wore a full helmet, breast plate and
protective leg shields over his leather tunic.
'The hare may out run and out smart you yet, Justus!'
Cried out Barbus, the big German centurion, laughing.
They all laughed, except for Justus who turned red,
grabbed his whip and lashed out at the other man with
his bull's nerve. A red slash appeared across the
other's face but he didn't move even though the pain
must have been excruciating. Instead, he glared at
Justus with silent and deadly fury. Only the thought of
bloody vengeance in the arena must have tempered his
reaction. Justus had just made himself another deadly
enemy, thought Marcel.
Marcel examined the other two men, Acrelus and Seneca.
What he knew about them lead him to believe that the
threat would first come from the other two. Especially,
Barbus whose ruthless reputation had preceded him from
the German front. As for Justus, he was good but over
confident.
Thirteen kilometres of seating, 200,000 spectators!
What a turn out, what a great day for the Circus
Maximus. Why, with an army that size a barbarian could
conquer Rome, he mused. Only the ancient and majestic
City could boast grandeur on such a scale, reflected
Marcel with pride. The entrance was free but the
betting was heavy.
Chariot races at the Circus Maximus followed according
to the strictest rules of racing in the Roman Empire
with only four chariots allowed to race at once.
Today's opening race, the morning's highlight, was
supposed to be a friendly bout between the regiments
but Marcel guessed that the stakes would run higher
than just gold since pride, honour and glory would be
involved.
The track was 1,100 metres long and they would run
four laps (reduced from the original seven) in the
burning Roman sun. After which there would follow many
other events including bareback horse racing without
stirrups. In total, the festivities and events would
span five days. Marcel however would only take part in
the first event since he had other pressing business to
see too.
Suddenly the trumpets sounded again. This was their
cue. Marcel spat in is hands for good luck and spurred
his team forward.
***
Junia Calvina Silanus had to cling tightly to her
brother's toga as he pushed his way through the throng
gathered around the entrance to the circle. They went
down the crowded marble steps towards the senatorial
stands located near the Imperial Podium. She was
followed closely by her husband Aulus Vitellius who,
groaning about the stench of unwashed-washed bodies,
fanned the air and sprayed myrrh in front of him.
For a short moment Calvina nearly regretted letting
have her younger brother Lucius Silanus persuade her to
come to the races. She so rarely left her villa but
then, she felt content with a private citizen
lifestyle. This was such a special opportunity to see
her brother however, that on this one occasion she had
decided to forgo her usual resolution. Rare and far
between were her brother's visits. Since their father's
death, with her brother Junius in Spain and Marcus on
active duty, Lucius had temporarily abandoned political
life to manage the family estates of Mevania off the
Flaminian Way with their cousin Torquatus.
The few visits he did make to the City were usually to
settle some pressing administrative business or visit
family, friends and relatives. On these occasions, his
wont was to spend a day at the Games like any other
tourist coming to the capital. As this was her only
chance to see him for several months, Junia had
persuaded her reluctant husband to accompany him to the
races.
There was cheering and loud applause as the
charioteers rode out onto the sun scorched sand of the
oval shaped arena. The arena was packed and the thin
canvas awning barely managed to protect the large group
of dignitaries from the four corners of the Imperium.
Taking his sister by the arm, Lucius lead her to her
seat. She sat down next to her brother, with Aulus on
Lucius Silanus' far left.
Junia caught sight of a woman two rows away waving to
her husband. 'Ah! There is your cousin the beautiful
Agrippina,' said Aulus. He waved back and smiled
politely.
Junia looked at him and responded coldly: 'Do not
invite her over. Do not refer to her as my cousin. I
want nothing to do with that whore. She married her
brother Caligula and with her sister brought shame on
the entire family. I do not know why the Emperor has
tolerated her to live and how she dares even dares
appear in public, flaunting herself under the very nose
of Valeria Messalina.'
'She is the Emperor's niece. His flesh and blood.
Fortunes can still change. Of course dear I will do as
you wish.'
'Ah, we are just in time for the opening race,' said
Lucius interrupting them in a timely fashion, his voice
a touch too enthusiastic. They settled into their
seats.
Junia looked towards her husband; he was engaged in
conversation with the senator seated to his left, not
interested in the slightest by the happenings
surrounding him.
The four contestants were lining up for the race after
having passed before the Imperial podium. The crowd was
bubbling with excitement and tension. There were four
popular colours in the races, each representing an
athletic club: Scarlet, White, Sea Blue and Leek Green.
The Leek Green faction happened to be the most in
favour and the Scarlet the most unpopular.
'Is that man going to race without any armour. I
thought the helmet was compulsory. This is outrageous!'
Protested Lucius to Aulus.
The senator shrugged.
'Rules are lighter when Messalina supervises the
procedures. Anyway, that's Justus in Leek Green. That
impudent braggart can get away with murder. He is the
favourite, you know,' replied Aulus Vitellius.
Junia suddenly leaned forward and examined the
charioteers intently.
'Who's that next to him in Sea-Blue driving the
Arabian team?' She asked. 'Oh, the Blue. A knight named
Marcellus Cornelius, I believe. Wonderful stallions,
aren't they?' Asked Aulus.
'Yes,' replied Junia. Her face turned pale.
'Why, I know Marcel Cornelius! We were tutored
together!' Exclaimed Lucius with pride and surprise. 'I
haven't seen the devil in years. When I last met him,
he had just been voted a commission.
I will look him up after the race and congratulate him
for surely that is the regalia of a tribune he now
wears.'
Aulus laughed: 'Yes, if there is anything left of him
after the race. The Circus Maximus is a greater man-
eater than even Messalina!'
Junia gasped and turned white. Lucius looked at his
sister with surprise.
'Are you all right?' He asked, concerned.
'Yes, I'm all right. I'm just feeling a little frail.
It must be the heat, I think,' she answered, trying to
conceal her reactions as best she could. Her heart beat
wildly. Marcel! Oh how she loved and loathed that name!
A name which had meant so much to her now returned in
full force to haunt her just when she thought she was
liberated from that painful and tyrannical memory which
had tortured her mind and heart for so long. She felt
dizzy and faint, then hot and cold. She struggled and
gasped for air.
'Are you sure you're all right?' Insisted Lucius,
laying a hand on her shoulder.
She tried to smile bravely and nodded, not trusting
herself to speak yet.
'Lets watch the race, shall we,' she managed.
The referees held the rope tightly across the
departure line, standing on either side of the statues
of Hermes. Still not convinced, Lucius observed her
from the corner of his eye as the flag was dropped and
the four quadriga hurtled forward at tremendous pace.
He saw his sister lean forward, her face white, her
body tense. He found her complexion worrying, her
sudden interest in the race perplexing. Whips cracked
and the chariots thundered around the track at full
speed, completing the first lap in record time. The
crowd cheered as the first egg was moved down the
crossbar, signalling the completion of the first lap.
One of the enormous bronze dolphins dipped down to mark
the completion of the first lap. Junia watched the
chariots as they raced around the obelisk placed at the
far corner of the marble spina running down the centre
of the track.
Leek Green was in the lead, followed by Scarlet, then
Marcel in Sea Blue, occupying the third position. As
she watched, the second chariot slowly gained on the
leader. The Green agitator kept glancing anxiously back
over his shoulder, as if judging his opponent's
position. By the third lap they were neck and neck with
the newcomer closely hugging the inside of the track.
Junia clearly saw the sneer on the face of Justus, the
Praetorian Guard Prefect, as he suddenly lashed out at
the other charioteer with his bull whip just as they
zoomed passed. She jumped as the whip cracked. The
crowd hissed and booed, but the Praetorian ignored
them, veering his team instead towards the other, to
edge him against the inside spina. Even Junia realised
that he was attempting to dishonourably crush his
colleague against the inside wall of the arena. The
crowd looked on tense, angry and excited. There was a
terrible grating noise as sparks flew from the Scarlet
hub. The axle scraped and screeched against the white
marble. The Scarlet charioteer fought desperately to
free himself, lashing back with his whip in rage at his
sneering opponent who again bumped him against the
inner wall.
The entire Circus Maximus watched with horror as
wheels, wood, metal, torn limbs and rubble flew into
the air in an explosion of debris and mangled flesh.
The people cried out, groaned and cheered. Junia gasped
and nearly swooned. That could of just as easily have
been her beloved lying dead in the sand. As she
watched, the Blue chariot swerved, barely avoiding
headlong collision with the wrecked chariot. Junia bit
her lips so as not to cry out in pain and anxiety.
Dust filled the air. The chariots thundered around the
course. Marcel's Arabian stallions were slowly gaining
on the savage leader with barely two laps to go. His
position again compromised, the ruthless Guard
Commander drifted outwards, loosing lead. Marcel moved
up on the inside to overtake him, drawing loud cheers
from the upper circles. He was now abreast of his
opponent.
Justus sneered and closed in sideways, obviously
intending to deal out the same fate to this impudent
upstart as to his last challenger.
As the chariots sped into the final lap, the Guard
Prefect cracked his whip at Marcel, drawing blood along
his neck. Junia gasped in horror and cried out. Marcel
hung on however, keeping apace with the Guard
Commander. Again the Prefect snapped his whip angrily
at his opponent. Faster than the eye could see, Marcel
thrust out his leather clad arm. The tail of the whip
wrapped itself around his arm and he suddenly grasped
it and tugged before it could uncoil. This unforeseen
response caught the Commander totally off his guard.
His reins slackened as he let go of them to steady
himself and recover his balance but then fate dealt him
a mean blow. His chariot hit a piece of wreckage and
with a terrified cry he lost his footing and was
projected high into the air. Junia flinched as his
painful scream filled the arena. The crowd roared and
went wild as Marcel galloped passed the finishing line
and reined up in front of the Imperial Podium. Jumping
off, he steadied his sweating horses and saluted the
Empress. His words were lost in the clamour and ovation
of the adulating crowd.
Junia Calvina sat back heavily, faint and white.
Lucius turned around to watch with wonder and growing
suspicion the gentle face of his sister as she stared
past the upper circle of the stadium, her eyes focused
on some hidden scene beyond reality in which she alone
could aspire and be involved in.
A gentle gush of warm summer air, as if animated by a
life and volition of its own, caught and lead a mesh of
stray hair across her smooth delicate cheek, dancing
and squirming in slow serpentine motions. Beautiful and
majestic, she seemed oblivious to the multitude
surrounding her. She was in space, transported to an
imaginary and fantastic world. Her eyes moved,
experiencing a private inner reality. Lucius realised
that beneath her pale features some thought or purpose
was struggling to free itself. Briefly, her features
appeared tormented.
He sensed this as only he who had known her so well
could sense that pain and hurt and it concerned and
vexed him. He wanted to be able to share and alleviate
her silent suffering and burden. Grimly, he resolved to
find out what were effecting her and reach out and help
her.
Little did he realise the nature of her distress. The
man who had just left the arena was the most important
man in her life. He was the man she had once loved and
whom she would always cherish in her heart. She just
wanted to run after him and throw herself in his arms.
Chapter VIII Junia Calvina
What pain and despair she had felt when fate had torn
them apart. Was it a crime to have respected her
father's wish not to see him again? She had not been
allowed to love him and now she felt hidden tears come
to her eyes again. Was she guilty or innocent? Should
she not be fighting back for that which she so needed?
After all, was it not her right to love? Would she
forever be the victim, she thought bitterly. She felt
inner rage, hatred of her father, loneliness and doubt.
She did not want to carry on living in self hypocrisy,
pretending to love her husband when in actual fact she
craved another. Why should she pretend further? Perhaps
he didn't love her further. So much time had passed.
The thought left her heartbroken, faint and out of
breath. She wanted to cry and sob.
Lucius kept insisting that he accompany her home.
Vitellius agreed: 'Yes, that's a good idea. I'll come
back later. After the next event. I have matters of
importance to discuss with Pollux here.'
She reluctantly gave her consent and they left the
arena. She could see that Lucius was bursting to voice
his concerns and question her but she said nothing.
When finally they were alone and free from the noisy
throng in the privacy of their carriage her brother
could no longer hold back any further.
'Tell me, dear sister, what ails you?' He asked,
concerned.
She shivered.
'I cannot. You would tremble with horror if I did. Oh,
if only Marcus were here!' She exclaimed nervously.
'Marcus?' Repeated Lucius Silanus, surprised.
'What has our elder brother got to do with this, or is
it you are in need of a priest-pontiff? Speak, sister.
Surely you cannot hold back on me now.' He insisted.
'I would that matters were so simple,' she replied
with a tired sigh.
'What cases you to be in this state? Tell me. I
insist!' He said.
'I will die of guilt and shame if I do.' She sighed.
'Please tell me. Speak, I listen,' he said.
'Where can I start,' she began. 'I do not know how to
say it. A curse runs in my veins, my beloved brother.
It is the curse of Venus...' Her voice trailed off. Her
brother started: 'You do not mean to tell me you have
been with a man other than your husband!' He gasped.
She smiled and shook her head. 'If only it were
that... No, that is not what tortures me so. In Rome,
brother, that is natural. I do not love Aulus and
although I have known brief amusement this is not the
matter at hand. No, it is far worse. You see, I am
consumed by love for the only person I must not love.
How could fate be so cruel.'
'Who is the man?' Asked Lucius, pale.
'It is Marcel. Marcel Cornelius.' She looked down.
'By the Gods, woman!' Exclaimed Lucius, shocked and
angry. He had not even been near to guessing the truth.
'Couldn't you have picked somebody else. Father will
turn in his grave. Have you no respect?'
'I wish that it weren't so. I have tried to forget
him. Oh God how I've tried. I have prayed in front of
the family shrine and burnt incense to the Gods. I
cannot... It is my cruel destiny. There is no way back.
All my vows cannot stop me now. Nothing can tear him
away from me now,' she said firmly.
'Have you gone insane!' Exclaimed Lucius Silanus,
grabbing her by the shoulders. 'Look at me, girl! Do
you not remember what you promised your father? This
will bring the worst of curses against you.'
'I know,' she replied stubbornly. 'I cannot help it. I
adore him and can think of no one else. I will not
repent. I cannot follow such a cruel and unjust
sentence or carry on living without hope. I must see
him and let him know how much I love him still.'
Lucius glared at her. She did look away.
'Are you with me, Lucius? Will you help me?' She said.
He looked away. 'How could I bear the shame. Had
anyone else asked me, I would of said no. You are my
sister and I must help you although I am sure I will
regret it dearly.'
'No you won't,' she said hugging him.
He moved back, pushing her away gently.
'The first thing we must do then is to seek out
Marcus, our elder brother. I hear he is still a good
friend of Marcel. I will make sure that he brings him
to us,' he said.
'You will not tell him...' She began anxiously.
'Of course not,' replied Lucius.
She smiled with joy.
Aulus turned around to face the rat like figure
standing in the long shadow of the doorway.
'You have done well Ratticus. I was right to listen to
my brother. You will be rewarded. Keep on following
her. I will get to the bottom of this.'
'Yes, your Worship,' said the thin ugly man grinning
with crooked joy. 'I was sure you would appreciate old
Ratticus ratting on the misses, if you'll pardon the
expression, your Worship.'
He vulgar Latin would of shamed a barbarian. Aulus
looked away, disgusted. 'Be off with you man now before
you are seen.'
ROME 45 AD.
Junia crossed the inner garden, heading for her
cubiculum.
'Ah !There you are!' Cried out her brother-in-law,
quickly intercept her.
She stopped and faced him, her lips pursed.
'Yes, Lucius. You were looking for me?' She said
coldly. She looked at him in scorn and disgust.
Lucius Vitellius brought his one hundred-odd kilo to a
halt in front of her, panting with the unaccustomed
effort of physical exertion. A long time ago he had
been a man to be reckoned with on the battle field.
Cultivated inactivity and orgies of food had with time
turned his body to flab. Only his small porcine eyes
still shone brightly with cunning and cupidity. A
horrible parody of his proud father, the Consul L.
Vitellius, prime minister.
'Where have you been hiding, my lovely flower? Have
you been running away, or trying to avoid me? It is a
shame to hide such a beautiful treasure. The Gods have
given you the gift of grace beauty and charm. You
should share this all with us.'
She looked down and shook her head with anger and
disgust.
'I can see that you are suffering, lovely one.' He
leered at her with desire, rubbing his fat little
fingers nervously. 'Let me ease your burden. Lucius
Gaius will make you better and console you. You flatter
my brother with too much devotion and respect. He does
not deserve it. He does not know how to take advantage
of such beauty and make it blossom like a sweet rose.'
'I will hear no more of this, Lucius,' she said,
interrupting him sharply. 'I have done according to my
duty and my father's wishes in marrying your disgusting
brother, but by all the Gods I do not have to put up
with you too.'
'Well, well. Temper, temper. What is this now? I can
give you whatever you desire. Wealth, slaves, palaces,
honours, power. Yet you speak to me like that and
attempt to reject my advances? It is time you grew
wise. I have come to a decision. You are wasted on my
foolish brother. You will marry me.
'I have looked around for a long time and I have come
to the inescapable conclusion that I am the only one
fit for you. Since I first set eyes upon you that day
in the garden with my brother my curiosity was aroused
and I felt sudden desire. I knew that I and no one else
should have you. Now it is time. Rome is at your feet.'
She looked at him with amazement, smiling with disgust
and disbelief.
'You surprise and revolt me. I do not know what folly
has become you to dare speak to me like this. I would
rather marry a slave than share your bed for a night.'
She spat at him and turned to storm away, but Lucius
Vitellius grabbed her by the arm in sudden rage and
held her tightly. She glared at the hand on her arm.
'Let go of me, pig, or I will call the guards!' She
menaced.
'You will love me! I command it! I will force you to
love me' he shrieked hysterically.
'You are wasting your efforts,' she sneered,
condescending.
'My heart is already spoken for. It is Marcel
Cornelius that I love. I have always loved him and I
believe that one day we will be together again,' she
blurted out.
Lucius took a step back, letting go of her, his eyes
protruding wildly, his mouth agape with horror and
dismay.
'No !This cannot be true! Tell me this is a lie! I
command it!' He gasped, his eyes shining madly.
'I will not deny the truth,' she replied with vengeful
satisfaction. 'I love him with all my heart.'
'You must tell him you don't love him further. You
cannot turn me down. No one can turn me down. What I
want I get. Banish him from your heart or his days are
numbered!' She stared at him coldly.
'I would rather die a thousand deaths than betray my
love. Now leave me. I do not wish to see you again.'
He stepped back and glared at her.
'If ever you set eyes upon him again, you are doomed,'
he hissed.
Although she did not want to listen to his words, she
knew that the best thing she could do for both of them
was to heed those words of advice, whatever the cost.
How long could she do so? How long could she deprive
herself of the one she loved? Painful tears came to her
eyes. She was determined to try.
ROME 46 AD.
The Vitellian clan was assembled in its entirety.
Anyone who was anyone was there. From lackeys, to
dependants, to supporters and allies they had
assembled. Nearly twenty of them L. Vitellius included.
As senior party leader he was presiding.
Pallas was already seated, busily scribbling down some
cryptic note for his mistress .His mind still engaged
in his administrative duties. Pallas held the lead
position among Messalina's entourage. Aulus Vitellius
was standing talking to Callistus and the Games
intendant about exactly what action could be taken to
sabotage the current round of gladiator fights. The
Games had been organised by one of Messalina's protégés
to boost his position in public opinion. He was
obviously being prepared for career progression. Since
his promotion would be harmful to their interests, it
would be diverted.
Lucius Gaius had already sat down and was stuffing
some figs and dates into his mouth half a dozen at the
time. When all were seated and some degree of quiet had
been achieved, Vitellius senior began with that famous
baritone that had made some of his senate opponents
quiver. His voice was soft but vibrant, full of pride
and menace: 'Welcome my dearest friends.' They all knew
that he would not hesitate the slightest to slip a
dagger into any of their backs if it were to offer him
even a slight advantage.
'I hope the entertainment was to your convenience...'
A few smiled to each other, Lucius Gaius laughed but
was quickly silenced by a scolding look from his
father. When they had reached their rooms, they had
each found a beautiful courtesan awaiting them. A taste
of the rewards to come if they all played their part.
.'..But now let us get down to serious business. The
reports we have received show that Messalina is taking
a deeper interest into our affairs. That interest is
not profitable.'
A few heads nodded.
'We have to act. This woman is intolerable!' Exclaimed
the Banker. He had reason to be bitter. Messalina had
just imposed a new tax on money exchange. One of the
many small measures she had been whispering into the
indulgent ear of her husband which rather than
replenishing the coffers of the state seemed to find
their way into her personal account.
'I agree,' said Aulus vehemently. 'We must remove her,
definitively.' He had practised his response with his
father.
'Are you personally are ready to carry out an
assassination?' Retorted the Banker with disbelief.
'No I was thinking of something more subtle,' said
Aulus, worried.
'Like poison?' Suggested Lucius Gaius, his eyes
lighting up. All present knew his predilection for the
dark arts.
'Enough.' Interrupted Lucius, the elder. 'There is
only one way to get rid of her: By making that imbecile
of an Emperor rid us of her.'
At this suggestion Pallas suddenly woke up: 'This is
very dangerous. It could easily backfire on us. Who
would do it?'
'Impossible .The whole thing is absurd. You will never
manage to make him follow your plan,' the Banker dared
challenge. Lucius went white with rage.
'You stupid fool! How dare you speak to me like that!'
He shouted. Standing up, he strode over to his co-
conspirator waving his sword. His eyes shone with a mad
light and Aulus fully believed he would have chopped
the guys head off. Aulus stood up an inadvertently
deflected the blade which took off one of the Bankers
fingers instead of his head. He screamed and clutched
at his wound, aghast with horror.
'Anyone else likes to object. Good. I was saying we
will follow my suggestion.' He continued, suddenly calm
again. 'It is very hard to get Claudius's attention
without arousing Messalina's suspicions and whoever
does do it will be playing a very risky game. I am sure
the old man will kill the messenger. I would.'
No one doubted him.
'I do have a suggestion to make to the group. The germ
of an idea really. Maybe we can use our enemies'
strengths to play the situation to our advantage. There
is a certain woman I know he trusts, she could be shall
we say persuaded to help us. These are mere details.
The key is to prepare our support and replacement
structure so that our faction will gain advantage. I
have before me a petition from Agrippina asking for our
support. I believe she could be the key we have been
waiting for. Once Messalina weakened, she will know how
to worm into the Emperor's trust and help us establish
our power base.'
'What about that son of hers, Lucius Domitius
Ahenobarbus 'Nero'?' Asked Aulus. 'Surely she has
ambitions for him.'
'Yes, but she tells me she can control him. Anyway, he
would only be a possible third in line.'
***
In recognition of their contribution that Floralia,
Marcel had decided to give each of his girls a special
souvenir. Polyphobe had gone out to the yard with
Marcel, intrigued and had helped Marcel prepare his
surprise. Polyphobe had glanced at Marcel several times
barely withholding his questions but then if Marcel
wasn't going to tell him, he decided that he did not
have the right to ask his master.
The labour had not been easy. First they had dug two
holes in the hard soil. This had taken several hours.
Marcel had then connected the two holes with a led pipe
and had lined the walls with special clay.
When Marcel had produced a leather wind bag to act as
a bellow, Polyphobe understood that they had just built
a shaft-furnace. The bellow would be used to ventilate
the shaft and melt the metal and burn the Greek coal
Marcel was shovelling in.
Polyphobe looked with surprise and disdain at the
result of their work. Why would Marcel want a furnace?
Why not just go to the ironmonger? Polyphobe watched
with disinterest as Marcel produced a terracotta pot
and placed it in the furnace.
Several hours later, they extracted the hot pot and
left it out to cool. When later they broke the pot
open, Polyphobe looked goggled eyed at the content.
Marcel explained: 'I picked up some gold nuggets
during my stay on the Rhine. By heating them together
with the coal, we have separated out the gold. All we
need to do now is hammer the gold out into coins of the
estate and hand them out. I am sure all will appreciate
the gift.'
Polyphobe had no doubt....
***
Marcel had become a regular visitor to Messalina's
wing of the palace. It was Messalina's wont to have her
visitors shown into her state apartment by the Guards.
The massive marble vista's, the tall majestic column,
the gigantic allegorical paintings and false windows
were breathtaking. Yet there was something
distinctively foreboding about the marble which made
Marcel uncomfortable. Perchance it was that elusive
melange which seemed somehow vulgar and obscene, or
perhaps it was something in the way the cold chasm of
freezing ice lurking in the congealed stone seeped
through the leather soul of his sandals and arrested
his circulation in a way that would leave his limbs
numb for many minutes. The sumptuous golden inlaid
carving on the furniture and all the objects present
radiated a haughty aura of tremendous luxury and
unbridled imperial power. His steps resonated in the
conspiring marble stairs and archways of silence.
She was never alone. Always her freedman hovered
around, advising, scheming, playing with power and
destinies and wealth and war for gain. He found her
speaking with Pallas and Narcissus. He cleared his
throat, overhearing some of her whisperings. She gave
him a sideways glance and he caught a perverse little
expression in her eyes.
She whispered an order in a servant's ear. He
instantly went about his mistress's business.
'Oh, there you are, my dear Marcellus,' she said
dismissing her advisors. 'I was just telling Pallas
that...'
He never heard what she was telling Pallas since they
were interrupted by a guard dragging two young urchins
in by the ear.
'I just caught these two stealing in your chambers,
Ma'am,' he declared.
'What are your names, boys?' She demanded.
'Paulus,' replied the first. 'Mercy, your Lady.'
The second stared at her in arrogant silence.
'Take them away,' she said to the guard. 'They bore
me. The quiet one knows his place. Whip him twenty
times, then give him a gold piece. The other one, chop
off his hands. That will reduce his stealing.'
They were dragged away fighting, kicking and cursing.
She dismissed the guards and lead him through a small
door into her private chambers which, although much
more on a human scale did not fail to strike a
different impression.
She had sent word ahead and her chambers had been
prepared. A scent of women, flower blossoms and musk
greeted him. Marcel had made love many times to Valeria
Messalina after their first passionate encounter in the
sacred temple of love to keep in her favour. Although
she was a woman who would not easily take no for an
answer, this was not the sole purpose of their playful
bouts. Marcel knew that Messalina could not stay a day
without a man's tool furrowing in her and that many a
patrician and slave was more than willing to
accommodate her every desire and fantasy.
Marcel was not the object of her favours solely for
his generous endowment and the skilful use he made of
nature's weapon. Messalina's interest centred as always
more around the precious contribution he and the Sacred
Order could make to her own unlimited ambitions for
power and wealth. Messalina was a past grand master
when it came to combining political intrigue with
bedroom politics. Marcel doubted whether she had ever
failed to mix business with pleasure. As for Marcel, he
was more than willing to serve her provided it
furthered his own ambitions.
That was why when after they had made love at the
palace one afternoon, he revealed to her the contents
of a letter that Polyphobe had found searching through
the belongings of Wilheim, the cousin of Valerius
Asiaticus from Vienna, while he enjoyed the company of
a very special lady in the employ of the Prostitute's
guild. The letter was from Asiaticus and this was
enough to instantly gain the attention of the Empress.
When Marcel began to read a specially selected passage
which alluded to the ex-consul's discontent with
certain recent accusations and fondly recalled the
instrumental roll he had played in the fate of Gaius
Caligula, Messalina sat bolt upright, her eyes shining
with wild joy.
'Do you know what this means...' She began
triumphantly.
'Yes, my Lady,' replied Marcel bowing and smiling with
satisfaction. 'You will now be able to punish Asiaticus
for his treasonable activities and finally acquire his
fabled gardens and wealth.' 'What you have given me
here today is priceless,' she said shaking her head
with amazement. 'Have no doubt, I intend to reward you
beyond your wildest expectations. Rare are those who
serve me so faithfully.
'To begin with, I will have the treasurer send you
half a million sestertii from my personal funds and as
soon as I speak with Claudius, I will ensure that
papers restoring your family's full senatorial title,
privilege and estate are immediately drawn up in
recognition of your services. I want you close by me,
Marcel. We must see more of each other.'
'I am honoured by your generosity, Valeria,' he said.
'We both share common interests and ambitions and you
know that you will always be able to count on my
sword.'
'I know Marcel and Rome thanks you,' she said gravely.
Then suddenly smiling and looking him over invitingly.
'It is not on that particular strong weapon that I have
designs at this moment, but on the one which nature has
so copiously provided you. Come over here. Let me show
you how an Empress can show her generosity and
appreciation to a faithful subject.'
***
Civica Massa had been indeed flattered to receive an
invitation to the Empresses masque. He had been
lobbying the lovely Messalina to sell him a silk
monopoly and this seemed like the crown to all his
ambitions. Surely this was a mark of favour and a sign
that the title would soon be his?
Then they had kissed passionately and she did not seem
very impressed. Valeria the ravishingly attractive
daughter of a staunch republican and conservative
senator had only aristocratic scorn for his business
dealings which she regarded as base and a waste of
time. An invitation to the Princeps' wife's palace was
another thing. This was a mark of social promotion,
even if a little dubious. She had heard what went on
there and was rather shocked. She guessed that the
masque would be nothing more than an excuse for
practising some weird form of sexual perversion and her
husband's explanations did nothing to allay her fears.
'This is so exciting, darling,' he had said
enthusiastically. 'At last the silk trade will be ours.
Think what this will mean to us.'
'I know, but what is this masque? I am sure it is not
just another fancy dress party, is it?' She probed.
'No one will know you. A disguise will be provided. We
will remain anonymous always to make things more fun.
Once dressed, each person is to pick his or her own
partner and make love. It sounds so exciting, doesn't
it? How original!' He replied happily.
Valeria was shocked, horrified and outraged.
'How utterly disgusting! Surely you are not proposing
that I should take part in the spectacle of debauchery
and indulge in such wanton behaviour!' She gasped.
Civica reassured her, explaining that there would be
no danger at all, that she could pick him and he her.
That way they could enjoy the suspense and the fun
without really doing anything wrong. They could enjoy
the evening and learn a lot. What an exciting
experience it would be, he said.
'Come on, I know you'll like it,' he repeated in
answer to all her protests.
Slowly, he had overcome her reluctance and protest,
reassuring her that all would be okay and insisting
that she would enjoy the experience and that it would
mean so much to him. He persisted and after a while,
tired, she finally gave in. After all, she didn't have
to do anything she didn't want to and he would be there
to look after her.
She felt troubled and humiliated by the idea of having
sex in front of others. But then the mask allowed her
to hide her features and protect her identity in
anonymity. This gave her tremendous freedom to do as
she pleased without any feeling of guilt or false
modesty. It offered her the opportunity to liberate
herself from her inhibitions and abandon herself to
lustful pleasure. She could do things she could never
even have dreamt of, however wild, perverse or indecent
they may be. This would provide the liberty to do
exactly as she pleased without revealing herself.
This served to reassure her. Also seeing others freely
copulating and being able to satisfy her curiosity and
compare round playfully. She was aroused. Would she
take the chance... No, definitely not! Never! How could
she even entertain such a shamefully unchaste thought!
She had to be careful of her reputation, didn't she?
What would Civica think if she were to do anything? She
loved him after all.
'My friend Agrippina says that, a lot of times the
husbands start feeling up the boobies of whatever wife
is in their lap. Sometimes they even try to stick their
cocks up inside the wives too! Are you sure you're okay
with this? You won't mind if one of these guys is
feeling up my boobies or trying to stick his cock up
inside me? You wont get mad at me right, if this kind
of thing happens to me?' She asked.
'Sounds like great fun!' Civica exclaimed 'Valeria
honey, I love it when you show off for me. You're so
sexy and I get so turned on seeing you. I can't wait to
see you!'
***
They arrived at the palace one hour later and were
shown in by a man dressed only in a mask. He smiled as
he looked at her desirable body and she licked her lips
and responded with a little wry provocative smile Her
eyes were sparkling brightly with mischief, boldness
and lust. It amused her to think that she most probably
knew most of the people here. Friends, acquaintances,
they would never imagine that the identity of this
delicious woman was.
Valeria flirted with the man as he showed them in,
flaunting her body and making passes at him. Civica
watched with horror anger and frustration as the man
kissed her passionately, open-mouthed, his pointed
tongue poking into her mouth. His hand ran under her
dress and caressed her open leg sending a shiver down
her spine. Without the slightest shame, he stroked her
thighs and touched her up, sending a roaming finger
into her humid patch. She rubbed herself against him
like a bitch in heat and took hold of his rod, pumping
it distractedly with her hand.
Seeing his reaction, she laughed with delight, she
threw herself back into his arms, giggled and wriggled
with pleasure. The man hugged her and slid his tool
under her quim then started to slide his cock back and
forth between her legs. His pizzle ran over the cleft
of her thighs, following the groove made by her pussy
lips. The rod remained in her furrow without
penetrating her but marking her territory like a dog
depositing its sperm in her furry patch! Gently put
firmly, she pushed him away as his finger tried to
insinuate itself into her slit.
'Let's go,' pleaded Civica in a whisper.
'No,' she replied firmly.
'Ladies this way,' said their host, 'men this way.'
They were separated and taken to the changing rooms.
Aulus had received a last minute summons to the
Empresses masque at the pleasure palace that evening.
He too had had no choice but to accept. He had managed
until then to avoid her debauchery with his brother
help and advice but it looked as this one had slipped
through somehow. He cursed and explained the situation
to his wife. To his surprise, Junia had asked him what
all the fuss was and had immediately gone to get ready.
She knew what this entailed and did not seem in the
slightest perturbed.
Aulus was astonished and upset at her reaction, or
lack of reaction. He realised that he did not know his
wife at all. Could it be that she had been perverse and
unfaithful all along. How could he have misjudged her
so? Was she really like all the other ill-reputed court
women, or was she just a grim realist. The thought
somehow hurt and upset him, but he kept it to himself.
That evening they had hurried to the palace, slightly
late since Junia had taken longer than usual getting
herself ready. 'Don't worry,' Aulus had said, trying to
reassure himself,' we will be together. You will wave
to me.'
'If I can,' she had replied in a noncommittal manner.
Valeria licked her lips nervously. She felt slightly
stupid in the cat costume she was wearing but somehow,
she felt herself safe under the disguise. No one would
recognise. Why, she could do whatever she pleased and
no one would be the wiser, she thought and the
prospects and possibilities caused her lips trembled
with avid yearning. The sensations she was experiencing
made her feel dizzy. As through a haze, she looked
around her. Her eyes were past her husband before she
could recognise him. He had been standing over to the
right with a small group of men. His disguise was so
easy to penetrate, she thought with a smirk of
contempt. She started to bring her eyes back to him but
changed her mind.
He had not seen her yet. Would he recognise her? She
thought and hesitated. If he didn't find her well, it
didn't really matter. There would always be another
interesting partner and another night, she thought
hazily. She felt she ought to be shocked by her immoral
thoughts. She hesitated, unsure what attitude to adopt.
She felt very aroused and inwardly desired it all but
would she have the guts to go through with it? Why not?
She would certainly enjoy the experience. She needed a
change and it would be such a fantastically new and
refreshing difference, she tried to tell herself
boldly.
Her whole body cried out and hungered for a change.
She wanted to mingle with the crowd and be swept away
in a sea of ecstasy, to feel, touch and make love to a
stranger. What was to stop her, after all her young
beautiful body was hers to do with as she pleased. She
tried to chase the wild thoughts away. It doesn't
really matter, she thought, whatever happens I'm going
to have some fun. She was about to take a step towards
her husband when suddenly she felt the arms of a huge
black gorilla wrap themselves around her from behind.
Her cry of surprise startled the women around her and
they turned to look at her. Civica turned and looked at
the cat woman, suddenly realising it was his wife.
The gorilla bellowed, hugged the savage beautiful
woman and kissed Valeria on the neck, then thumped its
chest to the amusement of the crowd. The gorilla, a
huge man dressed in the skin of the beast, was
obviously enjoying the attention. A huge black half
erect tool protruded from a slit in the creatures
costume. Although Civica guessed what was about to
happen, he stood back in frustration and cowardice.
The cat woman was laughing. The beast danced around
her.
She looked at his erection. From her expression it
could be seen that the object was appreciated. She
coughed with amusement.
'Is it as powerful as it is huge?' She joked, her
voice croaking with excitement.
They all laughed. The man nearest to her added: 'It
will need all the gorilla's strength to satisfy you!'
His lewd remark drew more laughter and drumming of the
chest.
Suddenly, the beast raced around her, grabbed her from
behind, lifted her up bodily, then lifted her sex to
meet his penis and thrust his pilum between her legs.
He impaled her on his glistening black tool, stretching
her mucouses to the limit before she could understand
what had happened. The young guy rammed his cock so far
and so forcefully into her cunt that she was almost
lifted from her feet. Her whole body quivered with the
shock and sensation of this fresh tool suddenly burying
itself up to the hilt in the furry pubic jungle between
her legs and thrust deep into her guts.
'No!' Cried out Civica with anguish and horror as his
beautiful wife received homage from the black beast.
The man grunted as he wedged his big Negro cock in her
ripe glistening sheath. She felt dizzy and weak with
pleasure. Her body burned with lust. She reached down
and clutched his balls so as not to let him out.
Sure she was looking for it behaving as a lewd
provocative slut, but why now and there? He thought
with pain and desperation. In this palace of sin no
cunt was sacred. All were available for the taking. The
black ape had done so, quickly copulating with her,
plunging his juicy tool into her deliciously creaming
cunt, impaling her like an animal with his long chunky
black spear and pumping his seed between her legs. He
had turned her into a showcase for obscene adulterous
fornication.
The gorilla held her firmly, one hand on her shoulder,
one on her breast. She moaned and protested but her
body responded to his primitive embrace. Her face was
carved in pleasure during this ritual, her head
tilting, mouth wide open, soft moan coming from deep
within her. She screwed her eyes shut, wincing with
pain and ecstasy as the glistening black pole speared
her repeatedly, labouring her wet and receptive cunt
until she was sore with the excessive absorption and
abuse of her inner parts. Suddenly, he swung her
around. She clung onto him, twisting with pleasure in
his arms, her thighs fully parted, her legs in the air.
Before Civica could move forward to assist her, the
gorilla ravished her and dashed off into the hilarious
crowd, bouncing his victim up and down on his shaft.
The last glimpse he had of his wife was of her throwing
her head back in delicious ecstasy as she moved up and
down the marvellous ebony phallus. A picture flashed of
her face distorted with sinful delight and carnal
enjoyment, her lips curled with lustful pleasure. Her
pupils dilated, her eyes moist, wide open as she rocked
in a continuous orgasm of pleasure. He had never seen
her like that before, never imagined her experiencing
such intoxicating bliss.
He continued to run around the room with her in his
arms straddling his cock, driving her up and down his
stem, pumping yards of flesh into her... The beast
groaned and his wife who was riding him gripped his
flanks tightly with both arms and legs as he squirted
his potent Negro seed into her craving loins with a
violent orgasm. She hungrily grabbed onto the black
virility and kept it sunk into her slit while he
ejaculated so as not to waste any of the precious oats.
***
Aulus had spotted Junia immediately upon leaving the
changing rooms. Unfortunately, she was right at the
other end of the hall. His eyes rested on the couple in
front of him. It was an inter racial couple, a black
and a white woman. The naked black man very handsome
with a body like a dark god. The woman, a very
beautiful young senator's wife, was on her knees in
front of him, also naked, holding of his staggeringly
large cock and was about to insert it in to her mouth.
He smiled broadly, his ivory teeth flashing, as he
looked down at her.
Her left hand was holding the thick powerful cock meat
and he could plainly see a brilliant shiny wedding band
on her ring finger. His eyes traveled over another
group of about seven people. Many women and the men
around him were now completely naked: thick black
bushes and heavy, erect cocks were all around. Women
were deeply tongue kissing nearby men or other women,
sometimes two or three different people in turn. There
were even a few couples openly fucking by now, engaging
in various forms of sex.
A brunette with a fabulous figure was getting fucked
in the arse, with her face against a pillow on the
floor. She was enjoying it too, thrusting back against
the man's cock that filled her butt. Others were
fucking or sucking, and in some cases, doing both. Over
by the door, a very buxom blonde was on her back, legs
spread, getting her pussy fucked hard, and sucking on
the brunette who straddled her face.
He glanced back at Junia. As Aulus watched Junia, he
saw her walk up near to a group of men, swinging her
hips in a sexy feline and sensual manner. Tall and
proud, she stopped before them and smiled. She radiated
the energy of youth and physical attraction. Aulus bit
his lips anxiously. What was she going to do? No, she
couldn't intend to... He tried to push his way forward
through the thick mass and failed.
Too many people stood in his way and no one seemed
ready to pay any attention to him. He tried to stand on
his toes to make out what was happening but she was
swallowed up by the mass of fornicating bodies. He
moved frantically forward, nearly tripping over a man
and two women sprawled in an obscene position: the
first woman was perched on top of the second, her head
dug between the other woman's legs while her partner
sodomised her from the rear.
Version One: Idealised Junia at Orgy
Idealised Junia at the orgy
Junia felt very hot. Her head was spinning, her legs
were weak with emotion she searched out Marcel.
As she approached, two of the men had got up to leave
together. They had not even noticed her. The remaining
two for whom she had obviously been heading watched her
approach with curiosity and interest. Marcel turned to
his partner and requested privacy. She undressed,
pulling her top over her head, revealing to perfect
breasts. Marcel watched her spellbound. She was naked
from the waist up. Suddenly freed, her breasts jutted
out, bounced then quivered, ready. He felt an
irresistible urge to feel this exciting woman shiver
with pleasure as the tips of her nipples grew even
harder between his forefinger and thumb.
Aulus pushed desperately forward. A break in the mass
suddenly revealed his wife again. He saw her skirt slip
to the floor in a fluid motion. It fell in a neat oval.
She stepped teasingly over it, picked it up and smiling
boldly, threw it at the man lying down before her. For
an instant she stood there, hands on her hips in a
perverse pose, legs apart with all openly visible,
breasts pointing upwards, pussy lips pouting, wearing
nothing but her suspenders, black fishnet stockings and
high heels.
She was fully dressed to arouse the male carnal
instincts for lustful sexual intercourse. Her face and
her body betrayed her enjoyment. How could she do such
a thing? He thought. He was shocked despite himself.
She took two steps Marcel and before Aulus's horrified
eyes, she stopped, looked at the men then approached
Marcel and nimbly stepped over him, straddling him with
surprising agility.
They entered into a lewd, clinging embrace as she
pulled him against her naked body and pressed her
burning lips against his. Marcel felt her pointed
tongue dart into his mouth frantically. Taking firm
hold of his erection, she began to firmly pump his cock
while she kissed him open-mouthed in a long French
kiss, her body breasts and hard nipples rubbing
sensually and provocatively against him.
He groaned. She smiled and, lifting herself up,
placing herself directly above his tall erection. She
paused, savoured the moment, then squatted down hard on
his rigid cock with a guttural cry. He let out a groan
as his beloved virility sank deeply into her undefiled
yet lustful wet and slippery depths.
Aulus gasped with horror and rage. He cried out to her
in an attempt to stop her, but she was too far to hear
even if she had wanted to.
Junia winced and her body stiffened as the massive
shaft penetrated deeply into her chaste depths. She
opened her mouth to breathe heavily with pleasure. They
began to move together, synchronising their motion:
Junia let herself hungrily down on the swollen tool as
he pushed. Junia writhed and squirmed with forbidden
bliss, ground her hips then began to move back and
forth faster and faster letting out sharp little cries
of pleasure. She threw her head back and her hair fell
over her back as panting. She accelerated the movement.
Aulus stared horrified. Her pointed nipples were hard
and erect, her pupils dilated, her nostrils flared and
her face distorted with perverse enjoyment as she
pleasured herself on her lover's stem in pure carnal
satisfaction.
She was really enjoying herself. He knew his wife well
enough to tell that her unmistakable cries of bliss
were genuine. She cupped and kneaded her breasts
wildly, accelerating the pace. Marcel slipped quicker
in and out of her now well oiled sheath. She squeezed
her eyes shut and ground her hips madly. Her face
twisted with perverse passion and she groaned like a
wounded little animal while her tight inner pelvic
muscles expertly clenched her man. She dropped down
heavily, impaling herself as far as she could.
Aulus broke free at last and rushed hopelessly towards
her, but it was already to late. His face reflected
rage, despair and excitement as he saw her, eyes
closed, throw her head back and utter a guttural
climactic cry. A desperate female bitch in heat
obtaining carnal satisfaction.
Her eyes glazed with sheer bliss and her body
stiffened. She sat bolt upright and clutched her
lover's chest frantically, painfully digging in her
nails into him. She cried out and her whole body shook
violently again in yet another tremendous and
marvellous orgasm. This was too much for Marcel. With a
desperate groan, he erupted within her, shooting his
load deep between her welcoming loins. She shivered,
then smiled affectionately. With a sigh of delight she
dropped to his side, physically exhausted, wet and
perspiring, her legs weak.
***
When Marcel came out of the changing rooms, he noticed
that Marcus who he had come with, fooling around with
Helen, Juncus's wife. The senator stood watching with a
smile upon his face as young Silanus chased her
laughing around some chairs, in a childish game to
catch her. As he watched she tripped. She was laughing
so much that she slipped as she tried to get up. Marcus
flew round and grabbed her bare masked body before she
could move. She laughed and struggled, trying to slip
under him but he held her firmly. He pinned down her
wrists.
Marcel saw her expression change from one of play,
enjoyment and amusement to anger, surprise and
excitement as she felt his warm smooth body press
against hers. A little shiver ran down her spine. She
stopped struggling, realising that she had been
immobilised and waited submissively under him. She
liked the thought of being dominated, helpless and in
his sexual power.
She felt him press his crutch against her. Both knew
what was going to happen; she was going to have sex
with this man because she liked being in that position
and being taken like that in front of her husband and
lover. Yet no one moved to stop it.
She was unable to protest when he put his hands around
her and gripped her breasts, rubbing them together. She
closed, her eyes, opened her mouth and groaned with
pleasure. She felt his firm tool silently slip into her
from the rear. Juncus winced as Marcus penetrated her.
Juncus saw her bite her lips. All thought of struggle
and protest had left her mind.
He lunged, she groaned. Marcel watched. She was
enjoying it tremendously. The man began to labour her
buttocks. She gasped but did not protest as he went
harder and faster into her. Marcel looked at Juncus. He
was staring fascinated, mesmerised by the sight of his
wife fornicating with this stranger. He was completely
absorbed by the scene. Suddenly she groaned and her
rider jerked and came. Marcel left them and approached
another couple who was also hard at it.
Another woman, sitting down naked beside the couple,
was watching them make love, kneading her breasts
together and masturbating her sex.
Marcel smiled. The voyeur watching the voyeur... As he
approached the woman sitting down looked up at him,
stopped caressing herself and with a wry smile invited
him to join her. He stepped over the coupling lovers
who didn't even notice him. They were going at it like
dogs.
She glanced at the couple and explained: 'My
husband....'
Then looking at Marcel again and discovering his rigid
instrument, she licked her lips suggestively and
quickly ran the tip of her wet tongue along his stem in
an electrifying caress before pulling him down beside
her. She provocatively rubbed her burning sex against
Marcel causing him to loose his self restraint and
return her frantic open-mouthed kisses and caresses
with equal vigour. He felt himself very aroused.
Trembling, Marcel felt the girl's nails gently scratch
against his back. Unable to resist this treatment any
further, he slid the tip of penis along the sticky
groove of her sheath. She let out a guttural groan of
appreciation as he sank into her welcoming depths in a
series of small jerky movements.
Suddenly, she rolled Marcel onto his back, threw back
her hair and began to slide up and down his rigid pole,
riding him energetically. Panting, she ground down
hard, gyrating her loins with ecstasy on the tool she
was driving further into her, then slid back and forth,
her inner muscles contracting in an intimate embrace.
He quickly felt himself approaching a climax. Sensing
this, the woman jumped up and walked away anxiously not
to become pregnant by him, leaving Marcel speechless
and frustrated. With a sigh of resignation, he went to
rest on some cushions next to another man.
Just then a woman came up to him. Little did he
suspect that this was no other than his beloved Junia.
Version Two: Junia Commits Adultery at Orgy
Junia commits adultery at the orgy
Junia felt very hot. Her head was spinning, her legs
weak with emotion and exhilaration yet deep inside she
was coldly determined to carry out her secret plan. She
was firmly resolved to search out for Marcel whatever
the price she would have to pay with her body. She
would go through with this charade if it helped her to
share a few brief and precious moments with him. The
ends sometimes did justify the means, she mused. She
looked around and briefly watched a threesome on the
floor in front of her. They had stripped completely and
the girl was straddling one of the guys while the other
guy knelt in front of her. In the shadows, Junia could
see the outline of the guy's cock sliding in and out of
the girl's body at two locations.
As she had approached, two of the men had got up to
leave together. They had not even noticed her. The
remaining two for whom she had obviously been heading
watched her approach with curiosity and interest. When
she had reached out with her bare foot and gently
tapped the tip of the nearest man's genitals with her
toe, she managed to capture the two men's full
attention. They now watched her with open appreciation
as they lay back naked on the pillows.
Swinging her hips slowly and sensuously to the music
like a snake charming its prey, she smiled at the two
men and began to strip before them. She slowly took off
her gloves, pulling them off with her teeth, then she
undressed, pulling her top over her head, revealing to
perfect breasts. They watched her spellbound as she
teased and tantalised them. She was naked from the
waist up. Suddenly freed, her breasts jutted out,
bounced then quivered, ready. One of the men fought the
mad desire to reach out and touch them. To feel this
exciting attractive woman shiver with pleasure as the
tips of her nipples grew even harder between his
forefinger and thumb. Yet he did not suspect who this
woman was but only knew that he desired her as he had
never desired a woman before. Between taking off her
clothes, she paused to caress and mould her breasts.
Aulus pushed desperately forward. A break in the mass
suddenly revealed his wife again. He saw her skirt slip
to the floor in a fluid motion. It fell in a neat oval.
She stepped teasingly over it, picked it up and smiling
boldly, threw it at the man lying down before her. For
an moment she stood there, hands on her hips in a
perverse pose, legs apart with all openly visible,
breasts pointing upwards, pussy lips pouting, wearing
nothing but her suspenders, black fishnet stockings and
high heels.
She was fully dressed to arouse the male carnal
instincts for lustful sexual intercourse. Aulus looked
at her expression and felt a dawning painful
comprehension. Junia was trying to amuse and provoke
both herself and the two men and she was succeeding, he
thought bitterly. Her face and her body betrayed her
enjoyment. How could she do such a thing? He thought.
He was shocked despite himself.
Swinging her hips, she licked her lips and caressed
her breasts with both hands. The two men watched her
mesmerised, examining every voluptuous line of her
sensual and desirable naked figure. Her eyes shone
brightly. Her breathing grew heavy and irregular with
obvious arousal.
She took two steps towards the two men, towards those
two cocks anxiously awaiting her command. She stood
undecided as to her next move, perversely toying with
the alternatives in her head. Both men waited silently,
their erections standing rigid, hard and erect to
attention like twin pillars. Which one would she
choose? The tantalising thought tortured both men's
minds. Anxious and impatient, their tall vibrating
cocks throbbed and ached to serve her hungry sleeve.
***
Before Aulus's horrified eyes, she stopped, looked at
the two men, her eyes hungrily resting on and weighing
up their virile attributes, then approached the one
with the biggest implement on offer and nimbly stepped
over him and straddled him with surprising agility.
They entered into a lewd, clinging embrace as she
pulled him against her naked body and pressed her
burning lips against his. The strong handsome stranger
felt her pointed tongue dart into his mouth
frantically. He groaned. She smiled and, lifting
herself up, placing herself directly above his tall
erection. She paused, savoured the moment, then
squatted down hard on his rigid cock with a guttural
cry. He let out a groan as his virility sank deeply
into her undefiled yet lustful wet and slippery depths.
Aulus gasped with horror and rage. He cried out to her
in an attempt to stop her, but she was too far to hear
even if she had wanted to. Junia winced and her body
stiffened as the stranger's massive shaft penetrated
deeply into her chaste depths. She opened her mouth to
breathe heavily with pleasure. They began to move
together, synchronising their motion: Junia let herself
hungrily down on the swollen tool as he pushed. Junia
writhed and squirmed with forbidden bliss, ground her
hips then began to move back and forth faster and
faster letting out sharp little cries of pleasure. She
threw her head back and her hair fell over her
shoulders. Panting, she accelerated the movement.
Aulus stared horrified. Her pointed nipples were hard
and erect, her pupils dilated, her nostrils flared and
her face distorted with perverse enjoyment as she
pleasured herself on the man's stem in pure carnal
satisfaction. Junia's body looked magnificent on
display in the dim light as she leaned against her
lover. The couple were being watched. The voyeurs were
getting a fantastic show. She was really enjoying
screwing this stranger. He knew his wife well enough to
tell that her unmistakable cries of bliss were genuine.
The second man stood up and approached the couple
holding his erection in one hand. Aulus watched with
anguish as his wife reached out on impulse and clutched
the second man's manhood, reacting in a moment of
weakness and temptation. She stared him in the eyes,
pupils dilated. Flicking her tongue over the tip of his
stem, she rubbed the cock-head over her red humid lips,
depositing a trail of dribbling sperm over those chaste
icons. Still looking him in the eyes, she bent forward,
her mouth quivering hungrily, parted her moist red lips
and took the swollen and vibrating phallus into her
mouth.
The man grabbed hold of her head with both hands and
quickly thrust his tool even deeper between her red
lipstick smeared lips, soiling her yet again with this
defilement of her purity, using her mouth like a cunt.
She gasped and ground hard on her first partner,
clasping him in her adulterous depths, aroused by this
violent invasion of her privacy. She began licking the
head of this cock with her talented tongue. Her lips
moved up and down the delicious tool, letting it work
deep into her throat.
Marcel was stunned and madly turned on by her lewd
behaviour. He watched her red lips stretched tightly as
her head slipped up and down the man's glistening
shaft. He could not believe it was happening. He must
be dreaming. He was both shocked and madly aroused by
her obscene behaviour. He was amazed that she could
openly and avidly suck the intruders cock as she
continued to thrust her buttocks hard against Marcel's
erection. As a pig on a stake, sin and purity combined,
she was now being fucked in two holes at once. She was
in such a state of wild and wanton enjoyment that she
could no longer think of anything save wanting to keep
the two dirty corrupting rods in her body, spurring
them to defile her repeatedly like a common whore. Her
head slid up and down the dick, pausing to lick under
the crown.
The man moved back a little, she leaned desperately
forward to follow him exposing the oozing tool covered
with the wet film of her lustful lubricity still wedged
deep between her thighs.
She cupped and kneaded her breasts wildly,
accelerating the pace. The man she was riding slipped
quicker in and out of her now well-oiled sheath. She
squeezed her eyes shut and ground her hips madly while
she sucked the second tool. Her face twisted with
perverse passion. She began to pant and groan, her
mouth open like a dilated vagina, while her tight inner
pelvic muscles expertly clenched the first man. She
dropped down heavily, impaling herself as far as she
could.
The second man pulled his dick out of her mouth and
masturbated it hard near her face. She stuck out her
tongue and he wanked the tip over her it as it came.
The sperm squirted all over, leaving her face
glistening from the spunk. She smiled ecstatically from
the lewd and promiscuous pleasure. Suddenly he inserted
his tool back into her mouth hard, grabbed her head and
pasted her face against his pelvis. He trembled and
burst forth again with his load this time deep in her
throat. Some of the sperm flowed out of the corners of
her mouth and down her chin. Aulus saw the man's white
sperm frothing from the corner of his wife's lips. She
squeezed and continued to suck the cock while
swallowing the spunk dutifully, taking his seed inside
her belly.
Aulus broke free at last and rushed hopelessly towards
her, but it was already to late. His face reflected
rage, despair and excitement as he saw her, eyes
closed, throw her head back and a guttural climactic
cry as she rode her lover hard. A desperate female
bitch in heat obtaining carnal satisfaction.
'I adore you...' Groaned Marcel, totally overwhelmed
with pleasure after she had just sucked the other man's
prick. She moved her face close to Marcel's beckoning
to him to kiss her. When he hesitated, she pressed her
lips to his and as soon as he opened my mouth in
response, he tasted the salty reward of her work and
the man's cum mingled together in her mouth.
She looked down at him and smiled condescendingly.
Leaning down and grinding her hips, their lips met in
the feverish passion of a wet open-mouthed French kiss.
His tongue licked around her mouth and red lips with
hunger mixing the cock saliva and sperm in and around
her mouth. As they explored each other's mouth in this
carnal embrace, she felt horny again feeling Marcel's
hard unspent cock still in her belly. She was still
high from her delicious orgasm. She lay down on him,
their bodies intertwined. She thrust her loins at
Marcel to finish him off. A strange unexplainable
shadow fell over the lovemaking couple and Marcel read
a mixture of startled shock in his lovers' eyes.
Unbeseen to them, the second man whom the couple had
completely forgotten had approached them from the rear.
Trying to focus her blurred vision, she realised it was
the second man gazing down at them with lust in his
eyes and silently offering his angry-looking cock to
her. She knew instantly what he wanted, but again her
conservative upbringing made her balk at the thought
and she closed her eyes tight and turned her head away.
Marcel pulled her tight against him and looking over at
the man with a grin said, 'Come and mount her from
behind...'
It took the guy a couple of moment to understand and
digest his lewd suggestion. Marcel grabbed Junia by the
buttocks and parted her cheeks, exposing her little
tight arse. The guy swallowed, hesitated then climbed
on top of Junia from behind fully intent on fucking her
doggie style from behind! This action startled her. She
had no idea as to what it was that she was feeling,
against her back. However, the pressure against her
back was such that she would not have easily been able
to move off Marcel.
'You pig!' She groaned and stiffened with anger and
excitement as the guy mounted her from behind. Before
the lovers had realised his intent, the man had
positioned his cock against the flower of her bottom
and she had felt the crown of his thick erection
followed by a chunky column of flesh decisively slip
through her defensive anal hairs and into her tight
rectum. She grunted as he pushed past her scrotum and
buried his pizzle up to the hilt in her dark tight arse
hole. Her lips quivered with pain and ecstasy as the
stranger slowly pushed all the way into her clasping
rear...
'No!' Cried out Junia clenching her jaws with horror,
but the man weighed down on her with all his weight.
She was caught in a vicelike grip, squeezed and
immobilised in a human love burger. Her plight was
hopeless: The more she struggled, the more the
unwelcome guest's rod was driven into her. She cried
out at first, bucked and struggled vigorously. He
laughed and rode her hard, slapping the cheeks of her
bottom as he sodomised her. No cunt was sacred in this
palace of sin. To him she was just another well-creamed
and wantonly available sheath. If she was there in the
first place it meant she was open game for a good
screw.
He grabbed hold of her and slid in and out of her from
under her and pushed her up against Marcel. He kissed
her on the mouth, forcing his lips against hers: He
wanted to copulate with this beautiful promiscuous
young female bitch. It was his turn now, he thought,
after all, that was only fair. He held her firmly by
the breasts, kneading them as he rode her bucking
bottom. He was just a hungry stud keen to mate, brake
and impregnate this spirited young philly.
He wanted to fuck her arse until she sobbed and begged
for more. Marcel felt extremely aroused and trapped
into participating in this act he had encouraged.
Aroused, he found himself pumping at Junia with mad
lust and disgust inadvertently causing her to thrust
her bottom back up against the two cocks.
'Come on,' said the man with glee. 'Let's take her in
a sandwich. I'm sure she'll like it!'
She felt herself sore, tired and too weak to think,
floating on a sea of pain and submission. As if
floating afar in a stupor, she passively looked on as
her body was raped hungrily and degradingly
penetration. She found herself inescapably associating
this moment of intense intimate and private pleasure
with promiscuous sexual sharing. She felt the man's
fingers dig deep into her moist sex where her lover was
buried trying to protect her sleeve and felt the
stranger's forefinger rub her clitoris and access her
most intimate parts.
She closed her eyes and sobbed quietly briefly, with
guilt and disgust. She was too tired to think about
fighting back. It was easier to let herself go. In this
moment of weakness she didn't really care who did what
to her body. If she was to be a wanton and promiscuous
slut, then she would have to live up to it.
The guy laughed as he spread her legs and inserted two
long fingers through the soft, ebony fur and into her
beautiful vagina.
'Can you hear how wet your girlfriend is? Listen to
the slurp as I move my fingers in and out of her pretty
swamp.' He said. Every word was like a whiplash across
Marcel's back.
The stranger removed his soaking fingers and put them
under Marcel's nose. 'Smell that, Nipple-dick,' he
said. 'I'll bet you've never seen your wife this
excited? I'll bet you've never smelled so much cunt
juice in your life. She's creaming like crazy for my
cock.'
Marcel looked up at her as she lay on top of him.
There she was, his adored and loved one squeezed tight
on top of him and there just hanging above her, his
sting planted deep in her arse the stranger like a
grotesque insect. She closed her eyes, her lips
quivered and she stoically and submissively took her
punishment. Her lips curled in pain and pleasure.
Marcel felt angry and aroused by what he saw as her
unwilling consent to this turpid and perverse
desecration of her womanhood.
Her buttocks swayed back and forth automatically to
the rhythm, faster and faster. The dominating man on
top of her spurred the trio on faster. The three of
them were interlocked in sexual sin and crime,
fornicating in a diabolical unison. As the stranger
straddled, swatted down then impaled her, pumping his
thick rod in and out of her tight hole, Marcel saw her
wince bite her lips and smile with pain and ecstasy.
The man kissed her neck hungrily and their mouth met in
a long bestial embrace. Junia found herself wedged
between two strong males - both trying to fill her
openings with their swelling erections. Her diminutive
body was being assaulted and buffeted by the eager,
forceful pumping and prodding, but she felt heavenly.
Never before had she felt so sexually alive and in
tune with her womanly desires. Every part of her burned
with intense excitement and raw passion. She drew
Marcel's head to her and kissed him on the mouth, her
warm tongue darting into his mouth below her. He felt
her draw in her breath and a vacuum was formed that
drew his tongue even deeper inside the confines of her
mouth and even to her throat. She could feel the
familiar stirring of another shattering orgasm rolling
and crashing through the dam in the deepest part of her
soul. Wanting to cry out in pleasure, she could not.
Soon she was panting, whimpering and arching up to meet
her lovers thrusts and in no time at all both were
screaming with orgasmic pleasure. His tongue flicked
into her throat and she welcomed him wantonly and
gratefully.
'Oh yes! Come in me, both of you... Give me your hard
cocks!' She cried in bliss. The site of his betrothed
in so much pleasure was too much for Marcel. He began
to pump Junia as hard as he could.
Between her legs, Junia sensed that the Marcel was
nearing his end. Sweating and growling above her, he
pushed himself with his great strength against her,
deeper and harder . . .faster and faster, until she
could feel him touch her very core. Suddenly he slammed
his hips forward. With a desperate groan, Marcel
erupted, shooting his load deep between her lustful
loins. The vibrations of their release passed her body
- stimulating and triggering the eruption the second
man sodomising her had been fighting to keep in check
until now. He pressed down hard and also came,
determined to fill her little arse to the bursting
point with his juice. She lay under him, submissively
absorbing his energy, soaking up the seed of his
lubricity as the two men, lover and rapist each reached
their climax.
She dropped shaking with emotion to the second man's
side, physically and emotionally gorged with the cock
in each hole.
She snuggled up to Marcel's chest and he wrapped his
hands around her naked body. He noticed that she was
quietly sobbing.
'How could it happen? I feel so dirty, such a filthy
whore... It's not me, it was not...' She managed.
'Calm yourself. You were great. You've fulfilled my
deepest desires. You wanted our cocks just like we
wanted you. It's just natural, nothing wrong.' Replied
Marcel.
He kissed her open mouthed, then kissed her breasts.
He could taste the salty flavour of the cum. He
wondered if it were his. Did it matter? He turned her
body to face him and caressed gently. He'd seen his
puritanical little girl friend take on two men with
astonishing abandon until she lay crumpled beneath
them, bathed in sensual bliss. His hands caressed her
back, unconsciously passing down over her rump and
feeling the wet sticky spunk oozing from her arse hole
where her new-found admirer had emptied his homage.
When Marcel came out of the changing rooms, he noticed
that Marcus who he had come with, fooling around with
Helen, Juncus's wife. The senator stood watching with a
smile upon his face as young Silanus chased her
laughing around some chairs, in a childish game to
catch her. As he watched she tripped. She was laughing
so much that she slipped as she tried to get up. Marcus
flew round and grabbed her bare masked body before she
could move. She laughed and struggled, trying to slip
under him but he held her firmly. He pinned down her
wrists.
Marcel saw her expression change from one of play,
enjoyment and amusement to anger, surprise and
excitement as she felt his warm smooth body press
against hers. A little shiver ran down her spine. She
stopped struggling, realising that she had been
immobilised and waited submissively under him. She
liked the thought of being dominated, helpless and in
his sexual power.
She felt him press his crutch against her. Both knew
what was going to happen; she was going to have sex
with this man because she liked being in that position
and being taken like that in front of her husband and
lover. Yet no one moved to stop it.
She was unable to protest when he put his hands around
her and gripped her breasts, rubbing them together. She
closed, her eyes, opened her mouth and groaned with
pleasure. She felt his firm tool silently slip into her
from the rear. Juncus winced as Marcus penetrated her.
Juncus saw her bite her lips. All thought of struggle
and protest had left her mind.
He lunged, she groaned. Marcel watched. She was
enjoying it tremendously. The man began to labour her
buttocks. She gasped but did not protest as he went
harder and faster into her. Marcel looked at Juncus. He
was staring fascinated, mesmerised by the sight of his
wife fornicating with this stranger. He was completely
absorbed by the scene. Suddenly she groaned and her
rider jerked and came. Marcel left them and approached
another couple who was also hard at it. Another woman,
sitting down naked beside the couple, was watching them
make love, kneading her breasts together and
masturbating her sex.
Marcel smiled. The voyeur watching the voyeur... As he
approached the woman sitting down looked up at him,
stopped caressing herself and with a wry smile invited
him to join her. He stepped over the coupling lovers
who didn't even notice him. They were going at it like
dogs.
She glanced at the couple and explained: 'My
husband....'
Then looking at Marcel again and discovering his rigid
instrument, she licked her lips suggestively and
quickly ran the tip of her wet tongue along his stem in
an electrifying caress before pulling him down beside
her.
She provocatively rubbed her burning sex against
Marcel causing him to loose his self restraint and
return her frantic open-mouthed kisses and caresses
with equal vigour. He felt himself aroused .
Trembling, Marcel felt the girl's nails gently scratch
against his back. Unable to resist this treatment any
further, he slid the tip of penis along the sticky
groove of her sheath. She let out a guttural groan of
appreciation as he sank into her welcoming depths in a
series of small jerky movements.
Suddenly, she rolled Marcel onto his back, threw back
her hair and began to slide up and down his rigid pole,
riding him energetically. Panting, she ground down
hard, gyrating her loins with ecstasy on the tool she
was driving further into her. Sliding back and forth,
her inner muscles contracting in an intimate embrace.
He quickly felt himself approaching a climax. Sensing
this, the woman jumped up and walked away anxiously not
to become pregnant by him, leaving Marcel speechless
and frustrated. With a sigh of resignation, he went to
rest on some cushions next to another man. Just then a
woman came up to him. Little did he suspect that this
was no other than his beloved Junia.
Ralph.
Version Three: Perverse Junia at Orgy
Perverse Junia at the orgy
A small group of people had congregated to one side.
The group mostly consisted of men but Junia did happen
to spot one middle-aged woman. The groups' attention
seemed totally absorbed by the spectacle of two naked
girls dancing. They had stripped themselves bare and
were exhibiting themselves dancing wildly together and
rubbing bodies suggestively. Junia pushed through to
get a clearer view. As she watched the erotic display
she felt a strange stimulation run through her body.
Her breathing became less regular, excited and her eyes
shone brightly fixed on the couple. Without knowing it
she was affected the same as the other spectators.
The two girls had obviously set out dancing to provoke
and arouse the men. Junia looked around her and
realised that they were succeeding. All eyes were glued
to the girls and she could read expressions of carnal
hunger and lust on the watching faces. The situation
was explosive. As the two girls danced and flirted with
both the spectators and each other Junia felt the
temperature rising.
She felt herself troubled, exited, tun red on by the
erotic show in spite of herself. Watching them dancing
naked and trying to arouse those men, all parts exposed
to the men's gaze and desire exerted a strange and
morbid fascination on her. She felt both sexually
repulsed and attracted to the girls and to their
display. They were playing a part in a show. It was not
real. It was not themselves. To them this was freedom,
this was liberty to do what they pleased with their
sexuality.
Unfortunately they were the heroes in the play. They
were the object of adoration. The adoration harnessed
and unleashed boundless sexual energy and power, a
bonding between them, their bodies and the audience.
Yet at the same time they were the object of desire,
the thing to fulfil every secret forbidden and wanton
fantasy and hence made lewd. They were objects to be
used, no emotion involved. This was both appalling and
strangely attractive and safe from hurting, from
emotion. A pure freedom for sheer sexual experience and
pleasure, no strings attached, just one hundred percent
sexual lust.
One girl produced a dildo and strapped it onto her as
if it were a cock. Straddling her companion, she began
to rhythmically thrust at the girl, penetrating her
like a man. Junia could not take her eyes off the
scene, fascinated in spite of herself. She flicked her
tongue nervously over her lips and clenched her fists
to try and suppress the strange and mixed signals she
was receiving. In this place she was not herself
anymore. She was just a piece of merchandise.
She left the group and wandered aimlessly towards
other couples. Junia felt very hot. Her head was
spinning, her legs weak with emotion and exhilaration
yet deep inside she was coldly determined to carry out
her secret plan. She was firmly resolved to search out
Marcel whatever the price she would have to pay with
her body. She would go through with this charade if it
helped her to share a few brief and precious moments
with him. The ends sometimes did justify the means, she
mused.
She stopped in front of two men and two women. One
woman was flat on her back, her head hanging over the
side of the bed, completely naked, as was each of the
persons inside the room. Her far leg was straight out
but her near legs was bent at the knee and being held
close to her chest by a man who was currently fucking
her with eager strokes. She was licking the cock of
another man who was standing just above her head. For
the most part he seemed content to simply stand there
and allow the woman on the bed to only like the head of
his hard cock.
As Junia stood there and watched the standing man
would occasionally move his hips forward and his cock
would disappear inside the woman's mouth. Then he would
resume his original position so the woman could lick
the head of his cock. At the same time the standing man
was locked lips to lips with the other woman who was
kneeling on the bed on the far side of the first woman.
As she was kissing the man her hand was slowly rubbing
the closest breast to her of the other woman.
Junia already hard nipple grew harder through the thin
material of her dress. She began to squeeze and tease
the nipple as best I could through the tight material
of her dress.
The four hardly changed their positions. The woman on
her back was only moving her tongue as she tasted and
licked the hard shaft before her mouth. The man
standing did appear to be exchanging some heavy and
passionate kisses with the other woman and would on
occasion move his hips forward and then back but other
than that there was very little movement from him.
The other woman seemed to be concentrating on her
kissing and the playing with the other woman's breast
was strictly an after thought. However, the second man
appeared to be working with some vigor as he fucked the
woman before him. She was excited by the couple. Not so
much by the way they were performing cause it didn't
look to me as if they were really all that interested
in what they were doing and she actually failed to see
why they were wasting their time. But the ability to
stand there and watch them perform such an act, along
with sharing it was all working together to make her
wet her sweet juices run down her well tanned legs.
She moved towards another group. As she approached,
two of the men got up to leave together. They had not
even noticed her. One was a post operation transvestite
with a beautiful figure and dressed like a woman in
black suspenders and an ultra short dress. He had large
rounded breasts and apart from his small cock he would
easily be mistaken for a gorgeous sluttish woman. The
three men had been mounting him/her moments before and
shooting their spunk in his welcoming arsehole. The
remaining two for whom she had obviously been heading
watched her approach with curiosity and interest. When
she had reached out with her bare foot and gently
tapped the tip of the nearest man's genitals with her
toe, she managed to capture the two men's full
attention. They now watched her with open appreciation
as they lay back naked on the pillows.
Swinging her hips slowly and sensuously to the music
like a snake charming its prey, she smiled at the two
men and began to strip teasingly before them. She
slowly took off her gloves, pulling them off with her
teeth, then she undressed, pulling her top over her
head, revealing two perfect breasts. She was naked from
the waist up. Suddenly freed, her breasts jutted out,
bounced then quivered, ready. One of the men fought the
mad desire to reach out and touch them. To feel this
exciting woman shiver with pleasure as the tips of her
nipples grew even harder between his forefinger and
thumb. Yet he did not suspect who this woman was but
only knew that he desired her as he had never desired a
woman before.
Between taking off her clothes, she paused to caress
and knead her breasts. They watched spellbound as she
teased and tantalised them.
Aulus pushed desperately forward. A break in the mass
suddenly revealed his horny attractive young wife. He
saw her skirt slip to the floor in a fluid motion. It
fell in a neat oval. She stepped teasingly over it,
picked it up and smiling boldly, threw it at the man
lying down before her. For an instant she stood there,
hands on her hips in a perverse pose, legs apart with
all openly bared, breasts pointing upwards, pussy lips
pouting, wearing nothing but her suspenders, black
fishnet stockings and high heels. She shamelessly
offered herself fully to their view. She was dressed to
arouse the male carnal instincts for lustful sexual
intercourse. Aulus looked at her expression and felt a
dawning painful comprehension.
Junia was trying to amuse and provoke both herself and
the two men. She was succeeding, he thought bitterly.
Her face and her body betrayed her enjoyment. How could
she do such a thing? He thought. He was shocked despite
himself. All her feminine charms were exposed to the
men's gaze and desire. She wanted to open her naked
body and soul to their penetrating gaze. She wanted to
share her body with them, he fumed.
Swinging her hips, she licked her lips and caressed
her breasts with both hands. The two men watched her
mesmerised, examining every voluptuous line of her
sensual and desirable figure. Her eyes shone brightly.
Her breathing grew heavy and irregular with obvious
arousal.
She took two steps towards the two men, towards those
two cocks anxiously awaiting her command. She stood
undecided as to her next move, perversely toying with
the alternatives in her mind. She felt their eyes on
her body like caresses. Both men waited silently, their
erections standing rigid, hard and erect to attention
like twin pillars. Which one would of these two virile
men would she choose? The tantalising thought tortured
both men's minds as anxious and impatient, their tall
vibrating cocks throbbed and ached to serve her hungry
sleeve.
She too was troubled. She wanted these men to want
her. She wanted to feel their hungry stares on her
body, to see their hard phalluses erect and eagerly
vibrant, ready to serve and penetrate her slit. As she
kneaded her breasts, she imagined them looking,
touching, breathing her and feeling her most
intimately. Her eyes reflected their desire and even
though she wanted to go ahead, she experienced fear
holding her back.
She closed her eyes and touched herself. Her hands
rubbed her clitoris, masturbated her sex vigorously
trying to arouse her body to work up the courage to go
through with it. She felt herself hesitant, gauche, yet
randy and inspired. The two men's eyes followed her
active hands as they run over her sex and their eyes
dug in and invaded her most private parts in obscene
and lewd attraction.
She stopped undecided and hesitant, looked at the two
men, seemingly weighing up their virile attributes. She
knew that one of them was Marcel and she was ready to
give herself body and soul to the show to gain a few
delightful moments with him. They had both planned it
perfectly, at least they had thought so. Now she was
not so sure. Somehow this whole experience was
effecting her. She approached the man she knew to be
Marcel and nimbly stepped over him and straddled him.
She watched with pleasure as Marcel squeezed her
breasts and kneaded her nipples, then ran his hand down
to her more private areas.
The second man, aroused by this, approached the couple
determined to join in the fun. Neither Marcel nor Junia
had noticed him. He eased behind Junia and reached
around. His hands found Junia's on top of her breasts
and he began to control their movements. Junia again
tensed up - this time as a result of the new contact.
Her eyes flew open and she looked over her shoulder.
Reluctantly, Junia let him fondle her breasts and kiss
her neck while Marcel continued his intimate caress.
Passively, she cupped one of her firm pointed breasts
for the other man to kiss and lick. Marcel dug his
fingers deeper into her sheath and had the satisfaction
of obtaining a small groan despite herself.
She closed her eyes a moment and leaned back,
savouring the attentions being flourished upon her by
the two men. Marcel touched her deep inside and she
groaned. His caressing fingers were so erotic, pleasing
and well placed that she feared an orgasm would be upon
her before she realised it. She was tremendously
aroused. Seeing this, Marcel slipped down between her
legs, determined to give her a cunnilingus, there in
the room for all those people to admire and desire in
envy. He plunged his tongue into her moist sheath
tasting her honey and sending tremors of pleasure down
her back. She squirmed under that extremely enjoyable
action. As he began to kiss and stroke her clitoris to
prepare her, she tilted her hips up and parted her
thighs so that he could get to her pussy more easily.
He pushed her knees apart and buried himself in her
stiff protruding vaginal cleft.
Marcel was aroused by all the wantonness and
fornication surrounding them. He looked up at her.
Although she was already very aroused by his licking at
her pussy, he proudly felt he knew what to do to drive
her into such a wild frenzy that she would loose all
her remaining inhibitions and wantonly abandon her last
bastions of pudour and chastity to freely mingle her
juices with him in the most basic and lustful of
couplings possible. Junia felt her head begin to spin.
The world became somehow confused. Her pupils dilated
with pleasure. In a daze of mixed emotions, she
remarked that the second man was taking advantage of
her weakness and had begun to lick and kiss her on the
lips. She was unable and unwilling to struggle or fight
him off as she was swept away by a sea of sensuality.
Foggily, she sensed her body responding to his hungry
embrace of its own volition.
Junia gasped, tensed up and her hand, which had been
running up and down the guy's thigh, moved over and
grabbed the impressive bulge of his phallus. It had to
be a good eight inches long. She ran her hand up and
down its length as she involuntarily gyrated her hips,
pressing her pussy into Marcel's face and her tits into
the man's hands.
Junia gasped, tensed up and her hand, which had been
running up and down the guy's thigh, instinctively
moved over and grabbed the impressive erection. It it
had to be a good eight inches long. She ran her hand up
and down its length. She distractedly began to
masturbate the man until he too was fully erect and
ready to serve. Her lips responded freely to his open
mouthed French kisses. As she parted her lips, she felt
his fiendishly pointed tongue penetrate her mouth.
Their saliva mingled. She stared at him and swallowed
him as his hands roughly kneaded her breasts. She did
not object to his bold impertinence as it only added to
the surrealism of the scene. It did not shock her that
while her lover was pleasuring her she was shamelessly
flirting with this handsome naked man. She
involuntarily gyrated her hips, pressing her pussy into
Marcel's face and her tits into the man's hands.
Meanwhile Marcel's maddening tongue continued to suck
her pussy vigorously, making her squirm and squeal in a
marvellous cunnilingus which transported her even
further along the path of forbidden promiscuous
pleasure. Marcel knew that she found the tongue's
comings and goings in her pussy madly stimulating and
his sole purpose was to drive her wild with lust and
desire. Marcel's his tongue consumed the sweetness
between her legs, forcing its way deep inside her cunt,
withdrawing, swishing around her pussy hairs as if
cleaning and preparing the area for a cock. Only five
minutes into snaking his tongue into and around her
cunt, Marcel realised that her feminine pleasure was
flowing freely.
Slowly her body awakened. She abandoned herself to the
firm strokes of the tongue which reduced her to her
basic sexual instincts. Each pore sparkling with
stimulation. Her fears receded. Never had she been so
cosseted and spoilt before. Her mind floated free, her
senses alive. It was a dream of sensuality, an ocean of
bliss. She could have continued forever, no longer
caring about what happened to her. They could do
whatever they pleased with her body and she would be
unable to object, she thought distractedly to herself
as she pleasured herself on that darting tongue.
A sudden clearing in the bodies allowed Aulus to spy
his wife just as in time to see her having sex with two
men. She was kneeling down on all fours. One man was
kissing her on the mouth and lips while the other
licked at her cunt and arse. The second man's cock
brushed against her face stimulating unchaste thoughts
and desires: she wanted it too. She toyed with the
thought, shocked and disgusted with herself. Yet
however she presented facts, the stark truth was that
she wanted to feel that male part inside her. Even as
she fought the impulse, she imagined it going in and
out of her soft warm sleeve, using her body as a filthy
pleasure whore. In this sea of fornicating bodies
nothing was forbidden.
She felt herself being sucked into the whirling orgy
of intertwined bodies by an irresistible force which
urged her to join in and fuse with this mass of loose
copulating patrician bodies. An evil voice commanded
her to donate her flesh fully in this primitive,
immoral, perverse and adulterous debauchery. Under the
influence of this enchantment, she desperately wanted
to become like the others, to become part of them,
feeling their hands on her body, caressing her, loosing
herself in the many interchangeable and fornicating
partners.
Aghast, Aulus watched with anguish as his wife avidly
reached out trembling with desire and clutched the
second man's private parts closer to her. She was so
shamefully aroused from the indecent attentions of the
two men that she thought she would die with bliss. So
when the strange solid virility was offered to her, she
degradingly bent forward, her mouth half open and
quivering, her eyes bright and troubled, wantonly and
lustfully parting her lips to welcome the dirty,
unfamiliar and forbidden tool between them.
She stared at the man in the eyes, pupils dilated with
bliss. Flicking her tongue over the tip of his stem,
she rubbed the crown over her trembling red humid lips,
depositing a trail of dribbling sperm. She looked at
the succulent thick tool smeared with her saliva, then
began to nibble, kiss and fondle his jutting virility
hungrily. She licked the guy's hardening cock with her
legs wrapped tightly around Marcel's face as he jumped
her pussy with his tongue. Marcel looked up, still
touching and caressing her distractedly as he watched
her menagerie.
Seeing that long swollen organ in her hands and
watching her taste it, play with it and flick her
tongue over it, made Marcel's own instrument grow hard
and erect. He suspected she had some hidden appetite
for the flesh, some lewd desire to use her body
recklessly. He wanted to see her bend down and calmly
take that tasty, succulent and blood-gorged erection in
her mouth like a bitch and give him oral sex. Aroused,
he wanted to take her immediately and to pump her from
behind.
Marcel's tongue frenetically flicked at her clitoris
in a sensual orgy. Half closing her eyes, she bent
forward, her mouth quivering hungrily, parted her moist
red lips and then as if reading his mind engulfed his
swollen and vibrating phallus into her mouth in one
swallow. The man grabbed hold of her head with both
hands and quickly thrust his tool even deeper between
her red lipstick lips in a total filthy defilement of
her chastity and purity. She recoiled slightly but did
not release hold of her lewd pound of flesh.
Marcel could see her cheeks balloon out as she tried
to take it down all the way. She had just entered into
an indecent and degrading act with a complete stranger
and allowed him to rob her of her chastity and
reputation by fucking her in the mouth in front of a
room full of people. Some would later remark on the
willingness she had displayed to engage in oral sex
with two men.
She had as quickly abandoned her virtue as a common
filthy sordid tart. After all she protested, she was
only giving him oral sex and her virtue was still
intact. Marcel licked her cunt while she sucked the
other man, her hand pumping his hard tool. Aroused and
worked up by this obscene and adulterous use of her
body, she gasped, moaning around the cock filling her
mouth and ground hard on Marcel's face, imperatively
pasting Marcel's mouth against her trembling hole. Her
whole body shook from the pounding instrument of sin
pumping deep into her throat, using her mouth like a
pussy.
She started lifting her hips, mashing her crotch
against his face as he licked her most sensitive folds.
Marcel was upset, stunned and madly turned on by her
lewd behaviour. He watched her red lips stretched
tightly as her head slipped up and down the man's
glistening shaft. He could not believe it was
happening. He must be dreaming. He was both shocked and
madly aroused by her obscene behaviour. He was amazed
that she could openly suck another man's cock. He had
inserted his finger into her slit and finger fucked her
as she worked the cock in her mouth, and when she
ground down on his face he began to lap at her pussy
again while she sucked the greasy and salty virility.
He dug his tongue ever deeper into her rubbery sheath
which was oozing with lubrication in anticipation of a
cock. As Marcel watched Junia desperately sucking,
licking and pumping the other man's pizzle, her face
distorted with lust, her eyes screwed shut and her body
jerking in rhythmic ecstatic convulsions, he suspected
that as she had been so quick to commit intimate sexual
contact she would most probably be willing to consider
the other's tool instead of his own and hesitated.
Although he feared it, some perverse sense of curiosity
drove him to find out just how much further she would
be willing to go along the path of depravity for the
sake of the charade.
Would she be prepared to go through with it and if she
did do it, would it be part of the act or genuine and
would she do it well, taking pleasure from it? He felt
he must know. His own tool grew quite stiff at the
thought. Even while mentally he hesitated, his tongue
continued to actively encourage the beast within her
appealing to her basest animal instincts and spurring
her promiscuous lust and carnal desire even further.
She quivered initially, then proceeded to greedily pump
the stranger's dirty long tool with even greater wanton
indecency and complete abandon. If the trio continued
in such a manner she would soon receive lustful homage
in her mouth.
He felt her female flesh and sex begin to blur, mingle
and merge with the tangled indiscriminate copulating
female bodies surrounding them. His tongue assaulted at
her clitoris. He wanted her open and dilated like a
ripe flower ready to receive a glistening and rigid
manhood more intimately in her womb. He found himself
licking and cleaning her cunt into preparation for her
fucking by a stud.
Like the other women, he imagined her desperately and
eagerly fornicating, panting, squealing with delight
and squirming with ecstasy above him. He saw her pupils
gradually dilate with sheer forbidden and immoral
bliss. His other half wanted the man inside her. Her
whole body was pulsating, yearning to be penetrated.
She was reacting to the signals around her, stimulated
by the thought of those people watching her. Maybe she
craved to feel several cocks using and abusing her body
like a whore, thrusting hard over and over again at her
open slit, driving their promiscuous corruption into
her welcoming loins and soiling and staining her
deepest most intimate parts during in quick series of
indiscriminate, indifferent and salacious sexual
intercourses.
Her head went up and down the man's cock as she sucked
hard and drew sap. As she milked the heavy pizzle, eyes
lost in the mass of copulating bodies sprawled all
around them, she stared the man in the eyes impudently,
fantasised about having sex with him, imagining how
this dashing well-endowed male could shamefully mount
and indecently penetrate her body with his heavy thick
part which she jealously entrapped in her mouth. Like
the other females, she too jammed her eyes shut and her
cheeks flushed red as she let out little cries and
outrageous whimpers of ecstasy. She was so aroused he
thought she was going to choke on the man's cock. She
sucked desperately on the thick long flexible pipe as
her imagination ran wild, drawing moisture from her
sit.
She wanted to fill her guts with hot dirty juices and
swallow musky sweet sperm. She was on fire. It was so
exquisite and intense she could not have believed it
possible. She knew it was wrong but she was in such a
state of violent uninhibited arousal that she no longer
knew nor cared who possessed her nor even understood
the difference. Her vagina was so well lubricated and
creaming with immoral lewd desire driven by his artful
ministrations that it seemed absurd not to see a cock
in it. It would no longer be a tight squeeze for any
reasonable instrument.
Joining thoughts to actions, Marcel moved back and
proposed perversely: 'Do you want to swap places?'
Junia was non-pulsed, shocked yet tremendously seduced
by the appalling suggestion. She hesitated in mixed
emotions as scrambled signals raced through her body
and mind as her mind analysed all the implications and
alternative scenarios. She smiled hesitantly and
trembled as he inadvertently touched her body. One part
of her wanted to. She was so aroused. Her eyes were
bright, her face flushed. As the man eyes slowly ran
down her body penetrating every nook and cranny she
could feel his hungrily stare rest between her legs.
She reached down and shamelessly opened her fleshy
vaginal lips with her fore and middle finger in a frank
uninhibited invitation.
She blushed with guilt and arousal at the thought but
knew that in the face of the repeated onslaught of
forbidden pleasures her weak resistance to temptation
had snapped, her moral resistance temporarily
overwhelmed. She experienced a greedy burning hunger
and desire brought upon by the easy uninhibited
promiscuity and wantonness.
She dizzily felt in a loose sluttish mood and was
unable to consider refusing this proposition, however
indecent and shameful in nature. Her body was screaming
to be penetrated. She longed and lusted for a big male
part in her. Any large male part. A hidden part of her
shivered with terror of the forbidden and the unknown.
She closed her eyes a moment, shivering with sudden
fear despite the unchaste anticipation and burning
eagerness for sexual intercourse. She wanted to feel
his power in her.
'He's going to fuck me,' she thought, non-pulsed.
'Go on then,' urged Marcel.
Junia removed his cock from her mouth. His cock popped
back up against his stomach. It was completely covered
with her saliva. She reached out and began to pump his
cock slowly from top to bottom with her hand. She began
to gentle stroke and squeezes his balls with her other
hand. Her lips curled in a wry, shy, yet provocative
smile. She glanced sideways at him, her cheeks flushed
as, holding his solid swollen organ in one hand, he
slipped around her naked body. She thrust her rump
invitingly into the air. He wet his erection with his
saliva and his heavy tool brushed lightly against her
anal opening and she felt him wedge his thick crown
against her anus just where she liked it. She was
aching to get his prick in her tight little arse hole.
In her loneliness many a lover and slave, male and
female, had pleasured her secretly in this manner and
she had gladly allowed them to relieve themselves in
her arse without her husband knowing it. She had taken
defiant pleasure in this. She felt him take her by the
hips and pull her backwards towards on his rod. Her
eyes widened with surprise and turpid delight as she
felt his large lubricated penis slip into her arse
hole. It was so exquisite she almost fainted with joy.
She let out a little sigh of painful pleasure as his
full length finally sunk into her rectum. He was
obviously more used to fucking whores than honest
ladies.
Well, at least she could enjoy being screwed without
getting pregnant by him, she thought. She had welcomed
many a boyfriend in this way before she had met Marcel
and they had seen to it through different occasions
that her hole was well used and wide enough to
accommodate most cocks.
Marcel let out a surprised exclamation. The man
groaned as he avidly sank his large virility deep into
back passage.
'Not like that!' Exclaimed Marcel, pulling them apart.
'Like a man, like this.' He said redirecting the pizzle
physically towards her cuntal slit from the rear. She
reached down beneath her legs to help them. Taking the
penis in her hand, she used her middle finger to jam
the cock-head into her shinny rubbery slot, ironically
lubricated and prepared by Marcel's tongue.
Marcel felt very strange as I watched the tip of the
man's dick enter that beautiful 'honey hole' that, up
to now, had been his private playground. As she
gathered the penis into her, the man began to move
inside her sleeve. In it went, past the tip, deeper,
all the while Junia's moans getting louder, deeper,
different than he'd ever heard before.
'That's right, darling. Ride his dick.' Said Marcel.
Marcel had just encouraged her to screw this complete
stranger. Not just fornicate and relieve him in her
arse like a slave-lover, but couple in a fertile
embrace like a courtesan. As was fitting for this
company, she had lost her chastity to a stranger. It
had been the other man's cock that had first defiled
her sex instead of her husband or even her long-time
lover. Marcel was a riot of conflicting emotions. On
the one hand he was enraged at the both of them. On the
other he found watching someone fuck his wife highly
erotic, a fact that surprised him. It also pissed him
off at himself and left him silent and with a hard on.
Marcel masturbated with pleasure as he watched the man
fuck the woman he adored.
'Oooooooh, that's sooooo good!' She said in a low,
very soft voice. 'Don't ever stop!'
Marcel saw her wince and stiffen as she savoured the
organ which now pushed its way even further into her
tightly fitting sleeve, stretching her insides into a
new mould, shaped by this new strange cock.
With this erection inside her, she lay back, groaned
with pain, impaling him up to the balls. She had the
impression she was being torn in two. She swivelled
around and straddled him. Staring him in the eyes she
let out another guttural cry as she guided him into her
again. She leaned forward on her arms, arched her back
and ground her pubes against his groin. Their pubic
hairs rubbed hard against their crotch. He pulled her
head back then kissed her open mouthed in a loose
uninhibited open mouth kiss. As their tongues explored
each other's mouth, she reached beneath her body
pumping the hard tool into her groove. She reached back
and pulled her lover hard against her buttocks as he
thrust at her from the rear, all the while sucking her
husband's dick.
Her whole body was now aching with passion. She whined
as she pushed herself up, planting her knees on either
side of the man's hips and frantically positioning her
dripping pussy above his bulbous cock head. All the
while, she maintained her firm grip on his thick cock,
holding his prick straight up. She quivered feverishly
as she lowered her pussy onto the swollen rod. She
stared at Marcel him in the eyes, her eyes sparkling
with lust, savouring the most intimate contact. Her
eyes sparkled with malicious enjoyment and sexual
stimulation and she licked her lips suggestively. Aulus
gasped with horror and rage at his sluttish wife's open
debauchery. He cried out to her in an attempt to stop
her, but she was too far to hear even if she had wanted
to.
The couple began to move together, synchronising their
motion: Junia let herself down on stiff tool as the man
pushed. Junia groaned, ground her hips then began to
move back and forth faster and faster as her sex was
lubricated by his sperm and her moisture. She let out
sharp little cries of pleasure as they quickly
fornicated like two animals in heat. Marcel watched her
sway to and fro, grinding her hips hard. She threw her
head back and her hair fell over her back as, panting,
she accelerated the movement. Aulus stared horrified.
Her pointed nipples were hard and erect, her pupils
dilated, her nostrils flared and her face distorted
with perverse pleasure as she took quick satisfaction.
She was wildly enjoying it. She felt her whole body
liberated, free to do with as she pleased and with
whomever she pleased.
She now reached out and grasped Marcel's tool and
began to suck hard on it while she rode her admirer
turned partner. She gasped and ground hard on her
accomplice as her mouth moved up and down the delicious
tool, taking it deep into her throat. She avidly sucked
her lover's cock in spiteful and malicious
compensation. At one point she pulled her mouth
completely off Marcel's cock and he heard her moan as
the other guy continued to slam into her. Marcel heard
her whimper and her breath was coming in short gasps.
Not only was it obvious that his lady was enjoying what
was happening to her but the excitement the other man
was feeling was written entirely over his face.
Obviously, Marcel was not the only one who found
extreme pleasure with Junia.
She continued to thrust her buttocks recklessly
against her new partner, desperate to take in a few
extra yards of his cock, muttering obscenities to
encourage and heighten the sexual performance of both
men. She was now being fucked in two holes at once. She
found herself with a big prick buried deep in her cunt
and another salty succulent part stuck between the
lips. She was in such a state of wild and wanton
abandonment that she could no longer think of anything
save the two beautiful instruments pumping her body.
Marcel approached her face and stared into her eyes
glazed with pleasure. Suddenly noticing him, she pulled
his lips to hers and kissed him brazenly open-mouthed
and salacious. Her eyes were distant and she stared
right past him; he could have been anybody. The man she
loved had used and abused her. He had nurtured the
black sinful temptation that lay hidden murkily inside
her. He had lured her on and helped turn her into a
promiscuous filthy slut. He had been the one who had
pushed her into this indecent position and in her
enjoyment and weakness she had freely abandoned her
virtues in this deliciously corrupting fornication.
She had degraded herself and liked it. Inevitably, she
would be attracted to repeating the sinful offence for
which she had now acquired a taste more and more easily
with habit. She would not hesitate to welcome a lover
once more into her loins. He would never know which man
she had secretly invited to share her body, which cock
she had welcomed briefly in her when he was not there.
His attention distracted elsewhere, with a brief
fleeting kiss at a party one day she would discreetly
disappear into a hidden corner where strangers might
lustfully kiss and fondle her in the dark then lift up
her skirt and thrust his tool into her bushy mound. She
would just become another bitch who enjoyed having very
well endowed males deeply thrusting at her pussy.
She cupped and kneaded her breasts, accelerating the
pace. She had eight inches of male cock buried up to
the hilt in her deliciously naughty little animal. As
she rode him she reached down and felt the crown of the
thick phallus wet with her vaginal moisture. The man
she mounted now slipped quicker and quicker in and out
of her sore sheath as she picked up the pace. The honey
trickled from her sticky sleeve as the friction from
the hot penis filling it mounted.
Junia's moans were almost gasps: 'Ooooh, Oooooh,
Yessssss, Yesssssss, YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS.'
She squeezed her eyes shut and ground her hips madly
sucking the second tool at the same time. Her face
twisted with perverse passion and she growled like a
wounded little animal. Her tight inner pelvic muscles
expertly clenched and savoured her lover's large dick.
She dropped down heavily, thrust her groins hard,
impaling herself as far and as fast as her fornicating
partner could stand.
Tremendously aroused despite himself, Marcel suddenly
pumped hard, grabbed her head and pasted her face
against his pelvis. Suddenly feeling an unbearable wave
of pleasure rising within him, he desperately pulled
out of her filthy mouth to mount her from behind but
unable to control himself any longer, he burst forth
too soon with his load, wasting it in his hand.
His face reflected rage, despair and excitement. She
clutched onto his arm desperately, like a person
drowning, her face distorted with mad bliss. Then in a
voice that was hardly more than a whisper, Marcel heard
his girlfriend call his name and then the words:
'Honey, I can't help it, I'm cuming!' A she shuddered
and experienced and orgasm. He watched disgusted as he
saw her betray him before his very eyes in carnal
satisfaction with this stranger. Her eyes closed, she
throw her head back and uttered a guttural climactic
cry. An adulterous female bitch in heat obtaining
sexual release.
Her body stiffened, shuddered again and, sitting bolt
upright and clutching her lover's chest frantically,
she now cried out as her whole body continued to shake
violently and her cavities burst in a continuous
tremendous and marvellous orgasm on her lover's tool.
This was too much for the man under her. With a
desperate groan, he erupted within her, his warm seed
spurted out filling her guts as he pumped his wild oats
into her grateful and adulterous loins. The limp cock
wedged in her, she shivered, let out a cry of
satisfaction as she received the homage due to her
femininity. She smiled affectionately as they kissed
and touched each other with familiarity.
With a sigh of delight she dropped to Marcel's side,
spent, physically exhausted, damp and wet with
perspiring, her legs weak and her hole burning and
bruised but still utterly desirable to him. She went
over to retrieve her affairs and slipped on a petticoat
and walked back to him scantily dressed with no panties
on. Seeing her like that gave him a hard on. He wanted
to grab her from behind and bury his cock in her rear.
Horny, aroused by her whorish behaviour, Marcel
interferred and began to caress her breasts and kiss
her on the mouth: He wanted to fuck this raunchy female
slut again, penetrate her where the other man had been
and mix in his sperm. Tired, she pushed him back and
shrunk away, sore and satisfied for the time being
ready to fuck someone else later, but not necessarily
him. For Marcel had awoken in her a foreign craving for
stronger and stronger thrills that could no longer be
simply ignored. They could no longer be satisfied until
her body had taken more and more abuse, always taking
as large a dose of sexual intercourse as her young body
could endure until she had tried everything and done it
repeatedly over many years to and over the limit.
Marcel would not give up however: Resolved to arouse
her again, he snuggled up behind her and fondled her
breasts. Slipping under her, his hard virility squashed
under her bottom he touched her more intimately and
whispered in her ear, 'You liked that, my slut lover?
Didn't you? Would you like to be mine, to marry and
belong to me. You would still have to work my customers
cocks like my other whores, sucking their cocks for
money? Or maybe you would prefer me to be your husband
and share your body with my friends and provide you
endless stud lovers to mount you and fuck you with
their big cocks? You are so young attractive and have a
great fresh sexy body. You would attract many strong
virile admirers sniffing and grovelling at that lovely
pussy between your legs to use your cunt and I know
what you will say: 'Come fuck me quick and hard in the
arse.' So why not do it again now? You liked to feel
his big cock in your wet sleeve, didn't you? Shall we
put another cock in there?'
Her eyes half closed, she smiled a wry mischievous
little smile and began to gyrate her hips aroused. She
took a voluptuous, shamelessly provocative pose, one
leg crossed under her on the sofa, her short red
petticoat up high on her hips. Marcel lifted up the
embroided hem of her satin petticoat revealing an
exotic thick bushy mound between her legs. Junia stared
down at her own revealed feminine charms, uneasy and
aroused. A couple had noticed them and the man was now
staring at her with interest and masturbated his cock.
She read unveiled carnal lust and adulterous desire in
his eyes. Marcel noticed the man looking at his wife
with interest.
Marcel's finger rubbed around the stretched rubbery
lips of her open sex. The man watched as Marcel dug his
forefinger deep into her spunk-filled voluptuous
flower, exposed her quim as he finger fucked her. His
fingers delved searchingly into the wiry coarse hair of
her furry patch. Transmitting a silent message to the
man: 'Do you like her? Look at her lovely wet sex.'
Gently, he caressed her open cleft fully and partied
her glistening sex lips to expose the pouting ripe
sleeve. She quickly glanced down at her openly
displayed crack, blushed, then quickly looked up,
troubled. Her face was flushed and confused. She felt
turned on, hot and dizzy.
'Did you like his big sex going in and out of your
slit like this?' Marcel muttered, ere ct and aroused.
He followed the direction of her gaze with a pang of
anger and jealousy. 'Would you like that man to share
your body too?' Said Marcel bitterly. 'Have you already
forgotten your new lover that you are willing to
exchange him? Maybe we can swap partners and he can
fuck you while I fuck his wife too, yeah?'
He moved the finger in and out of her sex. It
glistened from her moisture, white cuntal secretions
and the spunk. With the other hand he fondled her
breast and kissed her neck. She looked towards the man
observing her and stared him boldly in the eyes. Her
shining eyes met the strangers and locked with
shameless intensity.
Marcel licked his middle finger then slowly inserted
it into her moist glistening slit before the man's
scrutinising stare in a provocative manner. She licked
her lips, her mouth half open, lips quivering with
excitement. It was clear what she wanted to have sex.
As Marcel drove his finger around her clitoris and
worked away at her sleeve, she wriggled her body above
him and gyrated her loins. Her eyes still squarely
meeting the man's gaze, she licked her lips
suggestively and without pudour reached down to the
hand caressing her sex and firmly clasped it between
her legs while guiding it deeper into her sex in front
him in an open invitation.
The man suddenly got up and, leaving his partner and
walked over to her. As he moved his very long erection
pointed the way. She licked her upper lip with
anticipation. She could die for a rod like that. He
knelt down beside Junia. She had been laying flat on
her stomach with her voluptuous bottom open to the
man's view but turned around to face him. She smiled
welcomingly and hungrily took his hand and placed it
right on top of her wet sleeve. She looked him deep in
the eyes and smiled when he penetrated her yearning
hole with his fingers. Reaching up, she embraced him
and pulled him down on top of her. They kissed open
mouthed as she avidly rubbed her pubes against his
loins in an obscene and provocative invitation. She was
so randy she wanted him to take her there and then. His
pointed tongue flicked over her quivering anxious lips
and slipped into her mouth probing and exploring. They
kissed passionately and caressed each other.
Glancing down at her bottom, he noticed that her arse
had been fucked before. Damn he thought. He had wanted
to be the first to fuck her hot ass. 'What a slut' he
thought.
The guy's cock was throbbing. He couldn't wait any
longer. Moving Marcel bodily aside, he positioned
himself behind her and began rubbing the head of his
thick cock up and down her well lubricated slit. This
made Marcel go nuts because he knew his beloved sweet
future bride's cunt was on the verge of receiving the
pounding of a lifetime! Positioning his rigid penis,
she took hold of his meat and guided his erection into
her now very wet warm welcoming cunt. He slid the
swollen and popular tool into her with one deep strong
thrust. She yelped and bit her lips with pleasure as
she welcomed him between her fully parted vaginal lips.
She put her arms around his neck and pumped her hips to
meet him with a desperate groan as he fondled her.
He pulled all the way back out and rammed it in again.
Repeating this action several more times, each time
enjoying the soft yelps she couldn't help. Her cunt was
fairly tight so he grabbed her around the waist and
used his leverage to really dig his cock into her. She
was getting his cock all the way inside her with every
stroke.
'Your wife is a great fuck.' The guy said. Marcel sat
there frozen, just watching unresponsive. The guy was
beginning to sweat now and her cunt kept getting wetter
and wetter as he continued his assault. She moaned
softly and clutched him wantonly, pulling him deeper
inside her. She bit her lower lip as he fucked her
forcibly, his cock inducing lovely squelching noises to
emanate from her pussy. She had wanted to get laid and
Marcel had made sure she got her cunt filled with the
cock she needed. This handsome and virile male was now
shagging his to be wife before him, providing her
sexual satisfaction. She felt desired and fulfilled.
Watching her copulate really gave him a hard on.
Their bodies interlocked in a tight embrace, their
mouths pressed together. Her legs wrapped around him,
gripping his penis tightly in the warmth of her vagina.
'Fuck me like a slut!' She cried out.
He began to pant loudly as he drove his strange part
into her sore femininity like a senseless beast, his
balls slapping into her parts. The guy looked at her
face and he could see that her enjoying this dick she
was receiving. He would soon dump a sizeable load
within her womb. Marcel looked down and admired the way
the man's swollen cock was disappearing into her hot
quim faster and faster. She groaned, her jaws crisped,
her mouth open and eyes closed. She clutched his thighs
tightly, pulling his firm virility even deep into her
and inserted her finger into his anus to spur him on.
He let out a loud cry of bliss and she smiled and
kissed him feverishly as he continued to drive his
phallus between her legs. Increasing the pace, he began
to fuck her now in quick short movements with most of
his cock deep within her.
'Whore!' Groaned Marcel.
Positioning his cock head against her arse, he thrust
it deep inside. She cried out but he pumped hard at her
anus in spite of her protests. He wanted to empty his
sperm in her. The other man however pushed him back
saying: 'You'll get your turn when I finished screwing
her.'
They copulated like animals until he had mounted her
like a bitch and shagged her brains out. It was only
then that Marcel notice that she had at some point
taken hold of his cock and was gently pumping it. No
sooner did she finish her statement than her body again
quivered as she whimpered and Marcel could tell that
she had reached a well deserved and he hoped wonderful
climax. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing
herself and she reached a climax, her cries of ecstasy
becoming louder and louder until she let out a final
groan. And then, as if she had simply passed out her
body fell sideways and flopped on the bed. She
collapsed, physically exhausted, wet and perspiring,
her legs weak, gorged with the strangers' cocks in each
hole. It had been exquisite. She had behaved like a
whorish slut, with perverse lubricity and enjoyed every
moment of that shameless fornication.
She snuggled up to Marcel's chest, kissed him briefly
as if to thank him for pimping for her and sharing her
body. Her pupils were fully dilated and her orifice
labia apart. Now after her total abandon and
shamelessly unchaste promiscuity, she felt wet and
sore, violated by the male parts in her every orifice.
Spunk stained, her furry patch hid the evidence of her
guilty juicy glistening sperm filled quim and dilated
and anus. He kissed her passionately on the lips and
placed his cock against the slippery opening of her
pussy. He pushed and it easily went half way inside
her.
He felt her tighten up as he did this. He paused as he
position the purple object that was in her ass. He
positioned it in from of he belly, holding it with the
one hand. His other hand he grasped her by the hip and
then he slammed into her completely. Once completely
inside her he moved his hips backward and when about
halfway removed from her drove himself into her again.
She felt so good to him. Her pussy seemed to have a
mind all it's own. It allowed him to easily enter,
providing a smooth, warm, slick surface for him and
then as he would start to withdraw would constrict to
provide tension as well as suction that was the most
exciting experience he had ever felt.
He made love to her energetically with her totally
inert and spent body. She let him pant and pump away at
her, another adoring male lustfully paying homage to
her body. She spurred him and rushed him through with
the act, like a whore keen to get it over with.
Chapter IX Flames Rekindled
ROME 47 AD.
Little was Marcel to suspect that in such a short
space of time his life was going to change so
drastically.
Three years ago, Messalina had persuaded Claudius to
recall C. Appius Silanus whose family he had known so
well from Spain where he had been Governor since
Caligula's principate. He was to be married to her
mother Domitia Lepida. He would be Lepida's third
husband after Faustus Sylla and Barbatus Messalla. What
irony, her biological father would become her real
father! She had been conceived and born in adultery and
sin and would grow to perpetrate her predestined
crimes. Like Venus, she reigned over men's hearts and
their carnal sins and symbolised the living Mother of
Rome.
Her character and temperament see took from her
grandfather Valerius Messalla who had wed Marcella,
daughter of Octavia.
C. Appius Silanus was none other than the same Silanus
who had previously been married to Augustus's great
granddaughter Aemilia Lepida. Aemilia was descendant
from Augustus through his union with L. Scribonia Libo.
Augustus's daughter the wanton Julia had wed his right
hand man and admiral Agrippa and produced a daughter
Julilla (Julia the younger). Julilla had married L.
Aemilius Paullus, Aemila's father. Rumour had it
Aemilia had betrayed Agrippa Postumus to marry the
dashing Appius Silanus.
Life expectancy was not very high however and she had
not reaped her reward for long. Few were those who
lived past their forties even amongst the privileged in
Rome. So it came to pass that after a few years, Appius
found himself a spinster when his wife had died of
cancer. She left behind her a family of three boys and
two girls; Marcus Junius Silanus, Dec. Junius Silanus
Torquatus, Lucius Junius Silanus, Junia Calvina, Junia
Lepida the younger. Unknowingly, they were stepbrothers
and sisters of Messalina!
Appius was not seen as a strong person in politics and
had never been considered worthy of attention by any of
the various Julio-Claudian Emperors. Therefore he had
enjoyed a surprisingly long and fruitful life. At
respectable age of fifty years old, Appius Silanus was
still reckoned to be one of the most handsome men in
Italy. There was no doubt also at the palace that
Messalina continued to nurse strong affections for him.
She had admitted so much to him. It therefore had come
as no surprise to Marcel when he had learned that
Messalina had moved Silanus and her mother to her
palace. There she had incestuously tried to press
Silanus to sleep with her, leading him to believe that
it was the Princeps desire that he do so. To her
amazement, Silanus, disgusted by her perverse
suggestions, had refused her. Therefore, Messalina had
angrily arranged for him to be accused of treason and
attempted assassination. His execution had promptly
followed.
Marcel's father had been a close friend of the ex-
consul and Marcel had kept in touch with Marcus Junius
Silanus, his elder son. It was therefore only natural
that he be invited to Marcus's villa. The banquet was
in remembrance of the tragic departures five years
hence. Little did he realise that Junia Calvina had
subtly and in a round about way through her younger
brother Lucius arranged for Marcus to invite her too.
Therefore he did not have the slightest suspicion that
he would meet her there.
Marcel had arrived with Marcus Silanus not really
expecting an exciting evening. He had therefore been
more than surprised to see Aulus Vitellius, younger son
of Consul L. Vitellius with his lovely wife Junia
Calvina, Marcus's sister.
Junia Calvina had once been his greatest love. They
had even shared the same tutor before Marcel had
embarked on his career as a statesman and from their
close association and friendship, their common ties and
shared interests, had developed a strong bond of love
between them.
Temporarily, Marcel was transported back to the moment
of their first encounter years ago in his carefree
youth. He relived the moment as if he were there again.
The sky was as he remembered it that day, a deep clean
blue with only the sparse wisp of a nimbus visible on
the horizon. A flight of ducks passed across from the
East. Marcel had counted them. Eleven. He would have to
speak to the soothsayer about this omen.
The sun had already risen a few hours ago and Marcel
sat reflecting about the luxury and splendour of the
city. All were envious of Rome's strength and riches.
What had happened to the old way of life?
The morning seemed quieter than the night. No wagons,
save the Vestal virgins,' were allowed into the city's
narrow streets after sunrise. The crowd was elsewhere
too, probably at that big chariot race at the Circus
Maximus.
Marcel looked out of the fifth floor window of his
grandmother's apartment. She lived there alone save a
couple of body servants and her freed woman, Lucia. Ten
stories high, the insulae was one of the tallest blocks
of flats in the neighbourhood. The flats were situated
in one of the better of the popular quarters and the
senator who owned them only rented them out to full
citizens.
Marcel's gaze travelled over the courtyard down below.
The courtyard was designed to allow the sunlight to
penetrate in to the inner apartments. Marcel's eyes
wandered up over the facade opposite and his attention
was suddenly attracted by a movement. Junia was waving
at him from his friend Marcia's apartment window.
Marcel felt his face go red and he meekly waved back,
trying not to attract to much attention. Junia's face
light up. She opened the window wide and leaned out.
Marcel felt his heart beat stop. He had met Junia
Silanus only a few days ago and already he was so
confused. He could think of nothing else clearly. When
he had come to visit his grandmother for the weekend,
he had never expected to fall prey of Venus.
'Come across!' Shouted Junia.
Marcel went red with embarrassment and excitement.
What if someone had heard? What would they think? He
must not keep the lovely Junia waiting though. He
nodded to her.
'Okay,' he cried, and quickly threw on a toga, crossed
the courtyard and began running up the step.
He met her on her way down to greet him. He looked at
her: She was simply radiant, beautiful in the extreme.
Her dress was neat and very appropriate. That light
Corsican weaved stolae became her. He could not have
imagined her more magnificent.
As he stood staring at Junia in front of him on the
stairs, images of what had happened the day before
flashed though his mind.
Marcel had met Junia for the first time briefly the
other day. It was through a mutual friend of theirs,
Marcia, that they had first met. Marcia was his
grandmothers' neighbour's daughter. They had been
friend's for many years and he had come to regard her
rather as a sister.
His first glimpse of Junia had been across the street
with Marcia. When Marcia had seen him she had waved to
him. Junia had whispered something to her ear and they
had crossed over the street to meet him and after they
had kissed, Marcia introduced them. 'This is Junia
Calvina Silanus, my friend from Pompeii,' she said.
'The Consul's daughter?' He asked. He looked at her
more closely. This was the great granddaughter of the
God Augustus!
She nodded shyly.
Marcel had immediately remarked Junia Calvina even
from across the street. She was young, slim and
stunningly attractive.
Her tasteful patrician sense of dress, her slender
shapely feminine curves, her delicate but distinguished
features and her wavy jet-black hair which fell like a
lion's main over her bare shoulders. In any other, her
walk, swinging her hips from side to side, may have
been deemed provocative. With Junia, it was part of her
charm, just as the warm glow which seemed to radiate
from her face.
She was regarding him with a strange expression. He
had seen that expression of interest before. She was
very beautiful.
He looked into her eyes and felt his heart melt. Her
features were exquisite and her attractive large deep
black eyes seemed to look right into his heart. A
delicate flush appeared on her cheeks, perhaps of
astonished interest and she looked away, evidently
embarrassed at having been caught staring at him. His
heart leapt with hope and joy. Could it be that she
liked him? Everything in her face, body, expression and
eyes seemed to confirm it.
Marcia scrutinised Marcel's face with growing alarm
and anger as she began to understand what she was
reading there. Although it had been years since they
had last slept together, she still felt very jealous
and possessive of him.
'This is Marcel Cornelius, a friend of mine. Marcel is
a Tribune in the Guards.'
'Now no need to exaggerate Marcia. I'm just a simple
Centurion of the Urban regiment' corrected Marcel with
a laugh.
She glared at him and snapped: 'That's the same
thing.'
'Enchanted .Delighted to meet you, Junia,' said
Marcel, taking her hand, squeezing it softly and
kissing it gently. Her contact was electrifying. She
blushed. 'I hope that we will have the occasion of
seeing each other soon,' he added.
One can always tell from a ladies eyes when she is
interested, impressed or available. Marcel believed
that it was important to seize the initiative and
ensure a follow up meeting. The most important thing
was never to let an encounter with someone you really
like go to waste.
'Certainly. I am staying with my friend Marcia,'
replied Junia.
'Marcel is one of the most handsome men in Rome and he
has a certain way with the ladies, don't you Marcel.'
Marcia's eyes brazenly slid down his body and came to
rest on his cincture. 'They say he is well built too.
So you watch out, my dear.' Said Marcia to Junia.
Junia did not know where to hide. Marcel's face
flushed red with anger. The jealous bitch, he thought,
just because he fancied her friend. She had no right
saying things like that, he thought bitterly.
Ignoring Marcia completely, he turned to Junia and
said boldly: 'I would very much like to see you again,
Junia. Are you free tomorrow evening?'
Junia's face flushed with embarrassment. Marcia fumed.
'I don't know,' she stuttered. 'I will have to think
about it.'
'Of course,' replied Marcel.
He bowed his head, turned around and left them without
looking back, his heart beating like a drum.
She stood a few yards away, silently looking him in
the eyes.
***
He had decided to visit her the next day on the off
chance that she may see him. Marcel had been walking
down the cobbled stone street near the Junia Calvina's
house accompanied by a unique servant when the door of
a nearby tavern had burst open. A girl had come rolling
out on the pavement and landed in front of him pursued
by an angry and scar-faced 'leno,' a pimp. The girl was
none other than Junia Calvina!
'Come back here, you slut! I have a client who wants
you.' A roughly shaven soldier appeared at the doorway
following them. He was of stocky build and had a nasty
look on his face. He stumbled out, tried to grab her
and tore her dress. The leno was armed with a stick. He
raised his hand to beat the woman but got no further.
Grasping the situation in an instant, Marcel stepped
in to intervene, staying the minion hand in mid air.
'You don't want to do that,' he said calmly, his voice
devoid of any emotion.
The man was surprised. He took a step back and
exclaimed: 'Who are you to tell me what to do. That
woman owes me money and she is going to pay. Keep away
stranger if you know what is good for you.'
The soldier was dropped his hand to the hilt of his
glaive. The situation was not getting any better.
'Get behind me. It's time to leave,' said Marcel to
the girl grimly.
She silently thanked him.
The leno then made his first and last mistake. He
lifted his stick to strike Marcel. Marcel's sword left
the leather scabbard and swung faster, taking off the
man's hand.
The leno looked at his stub squirting out blood in
dawning horror and amazement. Then he screamed and fell
back. The soldier however raised his sword, scattering
terrified passers-by and charged, thrusting the blade
viciously. Marcel fended his attack and drew blood. The
man looked startled, but started to fight more
cautiously.
'For striking a superior officer and by the power
hereby invested in me as magistrate of this City, I
pronounce you sentenced to death,' he said to
destabilise the man.
The soldier missed his stroke. Marcel's sword swept
his head clean off his shoulders and the trunk fell to
the floor still animated by death reflexes. She had
fallen half naked into his arms, trembling with fear.
Her feeling of warm body against his caused his heart
to beat faster. He held her tighter and she did not
move away. 'Come, let me take you home. I will check in
with the vigil later,' said Marcel.
When they had reached her home she fell into his arms
and cried as she released her tension. When she had
recovered, he looked down on her beautiful face, her
upturned face, her wonderful eyes and silently new with
all his being that they shared a similar feeling. He
realised that from he had loved her from the first
moment he had set his eyes upon her.
He asked her whether she wanted to talk about what
happened. She nodded and began to tell her story. She
explained that she had stopped in the tavern to get a
drink, driven by heat and thirst while she waited and
had been set upon by the leno who had tried to recruit
and sell her to one of his regulars.
'Will you go out with me?' He had asked, staring her
in the eyes.
He had difficulty believing that she was standing
there before him now. She stepped forward. He could
feel her warm breathe on his face.
'Yes, I would very much like to go out with you,' she
said slowly.
He took her by the shoulders brought her close and
embraced her, kissing her on the lips. Her mouth tasted
sweet. His tongue darted into her sweet silky mouth.
She pressed herself against him and returned his kiss
passionately. She was so responsive to him, he could
not believe it was happening. Never before had he felt
like this. They kissed wildly. Marcel felt his head
spinning. She moved back, weak, whispering: 'I love you
Marcel...'
'I love you too, my dearest,' he replied and kissed
again.
After a short moment, Marcel said, 'Lets go upstairs
to my room where we can be alone together.'
'I don't think...' She began protesting, but he
silenced her with a kiss and she said no more when he
lead her away by the hand.
As he opened the door of the apartment, they ran into
his grandmother who looked up at them with surprise.
'Grandmother, this is my new girlfriend, Junia,' he
said proudly.
She looked at them, speechless. Junia however was
inwardly thrilled. 'Pleased to meet you, Domina,' she
smiled and looked down.
The grandmother stared at their backs as they
disappeared into the guest bedroom.
They were alone at last, thought Marcel with relief.
They flew into each other arms and kissed with fervour
and less restraint. He kissed her neck as his hand
released the catch of fibulae holding her dress. He
admired her naked body. He ran his hands over her
thighs and kissed her delicately. He felt her hard
nipples against his bare chest. She responded to him,
trembling. She shivered as his mouth worked down her
neck. He cupped and licked her upturned breasts and
squeezed and sucked her pointed nipples.
She threw her head back and grabbed hold of his hair
as he caressed her breasts. He moved down, kissing her
body and breathing in her natural savage scent. His
mouth wandered over her warm belly and his tongue
probed her navel. She pulled him towards her and they
kissed, caressed and fondled. Marcel had never imagined
he could feel so happy. She loved him as strongly as he
loved her.
Her half-closed eyes seemed to watch him carefully.
She was fully aware of his appreciative stare on her
naked body. His eyes seemed to hungrily eat her naked
body. His tongue salivated as he slid the garment
farther down exposing her trim pubic hairs. His desire
increased as the panties loosened from her crotch. He
slid them down and his eyes feasted upon her tasty
pussy and labia. Junia held the panties aside allowing
him to pay homage to her cunt a moment. Her openly
displayed charms seemed to arouse the wildest reaction
and lusts.
Her red sensuous lips parted in a wry expression of
provocative invitation. They seemed to promise a
thousand and one delights and yet incarnated the
effrontery and bold challenge of a whore.
Marcel lay down on the bed and Junia slipped on top of
him. With her still on top of him, he entered her
easily. She kissed him as she slowly slid up and down
his body. It was different from anything else he had
ever experienced, not better or worse, just wonderfully
different and thrilling. He listened as she groaned
pleasurably. Unlike anyone else he had been with, Junia
he really enjoyed making love. It was not just the
physical act, but the whole game of seduction, love and
foreplay. She was enthusiastic and exhilarated and
completely involved. He felt her physically attracted
to him. In a manner he could not comprehend, she made
him feel proud, handsome, desirable and loved.
He was very strong, she thought. She felt him inside
her and enjoyed it, enjoyed his thickness and strength.
She wrapped her arms tighter, more desperately around
him, moving faster and higher.
It was as if they were made for each other. Her body
and movements seemed to fit snugly into his own. They
moved passionately, as one. A few more moments and a
long shudder ran through her body from head to toe. She
rolled back, her body limp, her eyes closed.
'I'm so in love with you, you know,' he sighed. 'It's
difficult to speak about it or to begin to describe
what I am feeling... what you mean to me. I've never
felt so strongly for someone. I want you, Junia. I want
you and need you with all my being. I need to feel and
breathe you with my heart.'
She smiled tenderly. 'I know, my darling.' She kissed
him on the forehead and stroked his hair. 'I adore you
too, my darling. I will never let you go. You are all
mine now.'
He stared lovingly deep into her deep blue eyes and
combed the hair from her eyes with his hands.
'Have you had other boyfriends?' He asked quietly.
'Yes,' she replied gently. 'Three. Only one was
serious though. It didn't work out. I remember seeing
you one day at the Games, you know.'
He looked up at her with surprise.
'Yes, I did notice you then. You were sitting beside
the Imperial box with your father and a girl. I
remember thinking: How handsome he is! How I would like
to meet him. I've thought a few times about you since.'
She kissed him passionately on the lips.
'I don't about care any others as long as I can have
you too at least your heart anyway. Promise me that you
will never love anyone else, that I will never loose
you, my love. That is all I want to hear.'
Her eyes shone with passion and love. She would have
given anything to possess him and he knew it. She did
not care who else he slept with, as long as he loved
her and her alone as long as she could have him forever
whenever she wanted or needed him and she would remain
faithfully his.
'I promise you, my love. Never again will I love
anyone else as I love you. I swear it, by Augustus!'
She sobbed with happiness and relief and kissed him.
His soul was hers henceforth and she knew it.
She slipped a ring off her finger and onto his.
'You are now mine. Will you wear this ring of mine?'
She asked.
She saw and understood the depth of his love and
commitment and what she saw there was reflected in her
own heart. She did not dare to admit it even to
herself, but she was thrilled and elated . He was hers!
Her love was hers! Was it really true that the man she
adored was hers forever?
She ran her fingers over his face and lips. She was so
lovely and so happy. He had noticed the jewel on her
finger It was magnificent. A betrothal gem?
'Of course I will, darling. I will never take it off
as long as I live. I will always treasure it in my
heart as I treasure you,' he said.
'I will be yours then too, my dear. Forever if you
desire it,' she whispered.
He looked at his finger. He still wore the ring she
had given him and he still loved her. He would do
anything to have a second chance but what could he do
against the powerful Vitellian family?
He still could not understand how he could have let
their relationship get so out of hand. Youth,
foolishness, blindness and stubbornness? He thought.
Their relationship had been as stormy as it had been
passionate. Junia had been a novice to the world of
love romance and the school of life. Her search for
self-sufficiency and independence had been difficult to
reconcile with demands of devoting oneself totally to
another and finding a common ground of consent in ones'
differences. Marcel on the other hand, had known many
women and was therefore all the more convinced that
Junia was the partner he wanted to spend the rest of
his life with, his true love. Despite her reluctance to
commit herself, he had been resolved to ironing out
their differences.
He could not really be sure if there had been a single
event or cause which had finally driven them apart. He
felt that it was most probably a combination of
different factors and pressures but then it is hard for
the mind to fathom matters of the heart. He had loved
intensely and courted incessantly. Perhaps he should
have taken matters more in their stride. This may have
reduced the impression of suffocation which she had
accused him of provoking. Had he really been guilty of
loving her too passionately? Would it have been true to
his nature to have reacted otherwise, given that he had
the freedom to choose? How can one channel such
emotions constructively, he mused.
Unfortunately, in matters of the heart the mind has no
say until after the event. The strong emotional scenes
and violent love making barely managed to counter
balance the increasingly violent and frequent ruptures
in their relationship.
Marcel had the impression that he was living on a
razor edge and that the slightest faux pas would send
him toppling over the edge into the abyss.
Roman society was very complex and had many castes
even within a class. At the bottom of the social ladder
were the slaves who themselves were split into three
main categories: field slaves, house slaves and body
slaves. The latter could sometimes be quite rich and
even own other slaves. Since there was much social
mobility, it was not uncommon to have passed through
slavery at one point or another in one's life. Most
slaves were either born into slavery, or got there
through politics, capture at war, bad debt, or crime.
If a slave was freed (on average this took ten years),
he then became a freedman, the lowest type of subject.
Free subjects of the Empire were split into five
categories with increasing rights according to where
they lived. These categories were governed provincials,
client allies, Italians and Romans. Roman citizens were
of three main types: plebeians, equestrians and
senatorial. The plebeians, or ordinary Roman citizens
consisted of freedmen and free born men, fully
protected by Roman law and having the right to vote in
elections. These people were usually shopkeepers,
artisans, tenant farmers, soldiers or even unemployed
workers living off the annona or free wheat dole. The
equestrian order was composed of citizens of a certain
property qualification.
The Knights ('equites') were a powerful social class;
they were free from the inhibitions governing the
ruling class and could conduct business openly. Their
wealth came from state contracts, commercial
development, exploitation of the colonies and from the
battlefield were they carried out their military duties
and careers. The highest social order was the
senatorial order. This order consisted of very rich
individuals drawn from families ennobled by service to
the state. For a senator, land and property speculation
were the only other worthy occupations apart from
military and political service. Trade and industry were
not acceptable alternatives. Marcel's father had been
of this very traditional stock upholding defunct
political values which had brought him in conflict with
the reigning Princeps. Conflict with the Emperor is
usually fatal.
When fate strikes it usually does so from all sides at
once and with such destructiveness that naught is left
standing in its path, even the sturdiest of trees. The
disgrace and exile of Marcel's father was the first
terrible blow, but when news of this got abroad, Appius
Silanus fearing for his own political future had no
choice but to break off Marcel's engagement to his
daughter and forbid her from ever seeing Marcel again.
This was all the more difficult for Marcel since the
two men had grown to respect and like each other.
As if this did not suffice, a few days later Marcel
had learnt that Junia was with child. Infuriated, he
had insisted on seeing Appius and pleaded with him to
allow him to marry his daughter and adopt the child.
Appius Silanus had stubbornly refused to hear reason
and furthermore had barred him from ever setting foot
on his grounds under threat of disgrace, banishment or
even death. The following week, Marcel had been
shocked, furious and horrified to hear that Junia had
married Vitellius's son Aulus.
It had only been the hand of his friends that had held
him back from doing something foolish and dangerous. He
had even had to stay away and promise never to try to
see Junia or his offspring after his son was born. The
only link he had kept with his son was through Marcus
Silanus who he saw every week and who secretly gave him
news of young master Cornel Silanus Fuscus. Although
Aulus knew the child was not his own, he did not
suspect who the father was and in all fairness had
adopted him as his own.
Marcel had not seen Junia since that day and although
he had reconciled with Appius and his family, he had
not attempted to contact her again. The agony and
suffering of their separation had slowly been erased
with time and he had rebuilt his life with another
woman.
Marcel was therefore all the more surprised to see her
there that evening in the dinning rooms. She was as
lovely as ever and he felt old wounds and memories
awaken. How could he fail but be attracted to her. She
had gone pale when she had seen him and looked down,
her face red.
She had spent many hours alone in thought trying to
convince herself that this was the right decision. Then
when she had made the arrangement she had lived many
anxious moments impatiently waiting, fearing and dying
to be able to speak about what she felt. Did he still
love her? Was he still unchanged? The secret was like a
heavy burden that for years had been haunting her. Her
silent painful tears the only witness of the virtue of
her heart. Now that she was there in front of the man
she had assiduously cherished in her heart and she was
constrained into the cruel role which forbade her to
whisper to him the words of love she needed to say.
Marcel had found himself staring at her from across
the table throughout the banquet. The more he watched
against the warm glow of the fire, the more he felt his
own passion and desire stir. He had caught her looking
at him shyly, her face flushed. Was it perhaps the oil
lamps?
After a while she had got up.
'Excuse me, darling, I have to go to the bathroom,'
she had said to her husband, Vitellius.
She patted her delicate red lips with her embroidered
handkerchief. Their eyes met briefly and he read the
promise and beckoning in them. She still loved him. Of
this he was sure. He saw her glance upstairs and
suddenly understood her silent message.
She left the table and Marcel saw her disappear
upstairs. Discretely, Marcel followed her. He had no
difficulty finding the bathroom. He found Junia waiting
for him. He had taken her hand. She had shivered like a
captive, then they had fallen into each others arms and
had kissed passionately.
She tore herself away, shaking her head angrily.
'No, I must go now,' she said and tried to leave.
She appeared frightened.
He her held wrist firmly, reassuringly.
'It's been so long,' groaned Marcel. 'I'm still so
fond of you, Junia!'
It felt good to be able to say that again at last and
really mean it from the innermost being. Her face
blushed red but inwardly she was so pleased she felt
faint. He felt he slowly give in.
He looked at her and struggled to control his strong
emotions. She stroked his arm. 'Why do you affect me
so,' she sighed. He put his arms on her shoulders and
pulled her against him.
'Because you love me,' he replied, smiling happily.
Her ran his hand through her hair and then down her
back. He felt so weak with desire and love. He silently
swore an oath to himself that if she still wanted him
and if fate allowed it, he would love her until the end
and never leave or loose her again.
He swore that he would live up to the love and trust
she had once placed in him and avoid all the mistakes
he had made in the past. If ever there was a second
chance for happiness, he would not hesitate to take it,
whatever the cost.
She smiled tenderly and silenced him with peck on the
lips.
'I too have been thinking of you constantly. Oh God,
what have I done to deserve such desperation? Let us
talk later,' she whispered. 'Just hold me, hold me
tight. I want you but you must be quiet so no one may
hear.'
They kissed passionately. She experienced an
overwhelming primal instinct to mate quickly, now,
there.
'Oh, I want you so badly... I've wanted you for so
long.' She muttered. 'I've been dreaming and hoping
night and day. At last, I will know real joy and
passion. All I want now though it to just have wild
wanton sex with you and purge my body of everything
else. For God's sake hurry sake hurry up. I'm wet with
desire. Defile me as you would your gorgeous slut of a
wife. I want to feel deliciously sinful and experience
all that pleasure I have been missing. I want to be
yours again. I need to be dirty ... Fuck me in the arse
as you would your whore. Like that I won't get pregnant
and my husband won't notice.'
Trembling with anticipation and eagerness, she pulled
impatiently at his cincture and liberated his
instrument. Suddenly turning her back to him, she put
her hands on the flat bath edge and parted her thighs,
placing her feet well apart. As she positioned herself
in an open invitation for him to penetrate her virgin
anus, Marcel, trembling with lust and desire, lifted up
her skirt and pulled her little knickers down her legs.
She leaned forward and stuck out her rump towards him.
Grabbing his stiff chunky erection in one hand, he
groped and fumbled beneath her with excitement,
positioned the tip against her small arse hole and then
took her firmly by the waist. With one strong stroke,
he sank his burning blade deep into her tight anus. It
was tight, but there was no resistance. Obviously
someone else had already broken her in this way. The
thought that she had already been screwed in the arse
by someone else's cock surprised, angered and aroused
him. What her terrible loneliness had driven her to was
incomprehensible to him. At court such a beautiful
maiden would have needed powerful protectors.
She gasped. It was sinfully delicious. She screwed her
eyes shut and freely abandoned herself to his degrading
and humiliating treatment with submissive docility. She
sobbed quietly with pain and pleasure and bit her lips
as her buttocks quivered. She purged herself with
forbidden salacious enjoyment.
'Yes, harder! Hurt me!' She urged.
She cried out with pleasure and arched her back as he
obeyed her. He weighed down on her and she jerked her
rear against him in eagerness, driving him up to the
hilt in her back passage. He clung to her bucking
groin, thrusting deeper, then drawing out of her
contracting hole. She let out a wordless cry of
exquisite pain and ecstasy as he lunged even further
into her loins. She did not seem to care how shameful
or immoral she was acting. She just ached to feel him
violating and defiling her body in this turpid and
salacious copulation. For a moment, she was so
overwhelmed with lewd lust that she no longer care
about her adultery.
Marcel clung to her glistening body and fondled her
breasts as he shoved his rod in and out of her totally
pliable body. She held the lips of her crack wide open
and passionately massaged her clitoris, writhing in
bliss and muttering obscene encouragement to him. Her
eyes glazed with pleasure. She let out a muffled groan
as her clasping cunt orgasmed and Marcel shot his load
deep into her turpid posterior.
***
'You were marvellous. You made me come,' she sighed,
contented afterwards.
For a few moments after she rested in his arms
tenderly. It had been a long time since lovemaking had
been such a fulfilling experience. It had been so
sustained, unbelievably intense, satisfying, and
fulfilling. Marcel was resolved to renew his
relationship with her and Junia.
Junia looked into his eyes lovingly and said, 'You
cannot imagine how much I missed you. If only we could
be together again. I know you love me. You must make it
happen. '
How he adored her. Marcel kissed her gently to console
her and replied, 'Yes, my Junia. I will. I swear it. I
will do whatever I can to make it happen. There is no
reason why you should remain married to that man now.
You will come and live with me.'
She smiled sadly: 'I wish that it were that easy. We
both have our own lives now and our own obligations.'
'Obligations be damned,' he swore. 'I will get rid of
that whore wife of mine without delay and there will be
no more obstacles. I will see to that husband of yours
too.'
'Be careful,' said Junia, concerned. 'It is not that
simple. Aulus is a powerful man. You must step with
extreme caution.'
Marcel was forced to agree.
***
The thick curtains were drawn aside. The light shone
in and Marcel shielded his eyes from the glare.
'My Master is not well?' Asked Polyphobe. 'Be it the
light you seek refuge from?'
'No, the world, dear Polyphobe. I am tired of living
with no hope. I cannot continue like this,' he grunted.
'Surely my Master jests!' Exclaimed Polyphobe with
alarm. 'Business is looking up. All these Games are
attracting rich provincials who are also in wont of the
finer luxuries of life.'
'It is not my finances which suffer, but the heart. I
have seen her again, dear friend and to behold her has
rekindled the braises. Oh how I long for my love. I
beheld her, there in front of me, no further than you
are now. As she stood there in all her resplendent
beauty we both felt the inevitable. I came, I saw and I
loved her as in the first instant.'
'You do not mean....' Began Polyphobe.
'Yes, it was her. The Princess of my heart and soul,
Junia Calvina, my beloved,' he declared.
'Master, I thought we had decided to remain away from
the Vitellians?' Reminded Polyphobe.
'Her absence, these years, has not effected how I feel
for her. I now know I will always love her, as I
promised her ages ago. I want to shower her with love
and gifts and mark my word, I will! In spite of the
dangers I fully intend to see her again.'
***
So it was that Marcel was to see more and more of
Junia and the more he saw of her, the more his passion
renewed and grew. His next encounter with Junia was to
be as strong and rewarding as their reunion and just as
unexpected. It took place this time at a formal dinner
party in the Palace. Junia and her husband were among
the guests too. Although Marcel did not manage to be
alone with Junia that evening, he struck up
conversation with Aulus Vitellius and insisted that
both he and his wife be his guests next moon. He had
hesitated, but finally given in. Marcel knew how to be
very persuasive when he had to.
It was therefore in the company of several other
distinguished guests that Junia, his Junia, first
stepped into his house. Marcel had noticed Livilla
eyeing Aulus discretely; he knew how to recognise when
his wife had designs on someone; and so took advantage
to speak softly with Junia. It was fortunate indeed
that Livilla's attention was drawn elsewhere or she
surely could not have missed the way Junia looked at
Marcel with pure adoration. Engaged in her own
pursuits, she did not object when Marcel and Sara left
her alone with him to show Junia a rare statue he kept
in the next room.
Marcel lead the two ladies into the next room and Sara
pulled closed the door behind them. As soon as it was
closed, Marcel embraced Junia. She responded at first,
the pulled back afraid, glancing nervously at Sara.
Sara smiled and said, 'There is nothing to fear, my
child.'
She silently slipped out of the room through a side
entrance, leaving the two of them alone together. They
fell into each other's arms and kissed desperately.
Their passion was all the stronger for their separation
and the need for speed and secrecy.
Junia scrambled to pull down his loin cloth. His
manhood sprang out, ready for action. Together they lay
down on the cushions and Junia eagerly rubbed her body
and small taut breasts against his chest. Her little
hands ran over his naked shoulders and down his chest.
He groaned as she pressed her furry patch up and down
his leg and tried to straddle his knee with the patch
between her legs. He kissed and licked her neck. She
tossed her head back and opened her mouth in a silent
ecstatic cry. Her nipples were hard against his chest.
She arched her back and licked her upper lip and he
kissed and licked her body. She wrapped her arms around
him, rotating her hips and rubbing her pubes against
him. They made love frantically.
He felt her pumped her thighs feverishly against him,
taking him ever deeper and faster. Throwing back her
head and running her hands down over her body, she
pinched her hard taut nipples. She was so aroused. She
pulled open her thighs to give him better access to her
womanhood. Her tight inner muscles contracted and
squeezed him desperately. Her jaw muscles were clenched
shut with enjoyment. She looked at him and smiled with
malicious lust and desire. As he drove his tool in and
out of her wet hungry sleeve, she groaned, tossing her
head frantically from side to side. He looked up and
caught her sitting forward and watching him, her eyes
glistening brightly. For a fleeting moment he thought
he caught a hint of wanton and an evil glee in her
eyes, as if she had dishonoured herself before and had
already copulated like this with someone else. As she
impaled herself avidly on his tool her eyes seemed to
weigh him up, search and compare. He was not her
husband but this did not stop her from having sex with
him.
On the contrary, she was caressing herself and rubbing
her cunt and clitoris as he moved in and out of her
sleeve. Her eyes glazed as he thrust at her faster and
faster. Her facial muscles contracted, she opened her
mouth to sigh as a moment later her whole body was
shaken with spasms of delight as she convulsed in a
climatic passion then fell back and went limp as she
attained release. Marcel grunted and then came too.
After a while they dressed and joined the others. Not
before Marcel had kissed her passionately and resolved
to begin the process of freeing himself from Livilla to
marry a woman he now knew he really wanted.
***
Some sixth sense must have warned Livilla that
something was amiss for she had scrutinised them both
carefully with dawning realisation when they returned.
Nothing had been able to completely mask the shine of
pure joy and happiness in Junia's adorable eyes. It was
a bliss of love fulfilled from Marcel's excessive
kindness and gentleness towards her. For the first time
ever, Livilla felt overcome with envy, jealousy, hatred
and rage. She didn't mind not possessing her husband's
body but the thought that his heart might belong to
another woman drove her wild with jealousy. She wanted
to rip out that innocent dumb looking vixen's heart and
eat it. Instead of blowing up however, she brooded and
sulked, her pent up anger relentlessly growing.
Marcel didn't need her clouded expression to tell
there was a storm brewing. As soon as Junia and Aulus
had left, she savagely turned on him: 'Did you enjoy
it?' She asked venomously. Her eyes shone with rage.
'Enjoy what?' He replied with feigned innocence.
He was amazed and disgusted that she had the gall to
criticise him for something that she herself had so
often been guilty of.
'Your female slut!' She spat out angrily. 'I'll kill
her!'
Marcel slapped her hard across the face. 'Shut up!
Don't you dare ever utter her name with your putrid
lips,' he hissed threateningly.
She stared at him in total horror. 'You love her?!'
She cried out, incredulously. 'No, that can not be!
Tell me that it is a lie!'
'Not only do we love each other, but we are going to
get married as soon as I divorce you,' he replied
coldly.
She took a step back, her mouth open, speechless with
horror and shock. The suddenly she clutched him and
burst out crying. 'No, please don't leave me. I can't
live without you,' she sobbed and pleaded.
He looked down at her with disgust. 'It's all over,'
he said sadly. He turned and left. She tried to stop
him, to kiss him, to use all her female charms and
devices to hold him back. When all else failed, she
started to scream at spit at him in anger with such
vile and foul language that Marcel, a hardened soldier,
was shocked and taken aback for a moment. Pushing
firmly past her, he left the villa.
Chapter X The Power of Revenge
After Marcel had left, Livilla sat staring at the
wall. The slaves avoided her, frightened, sensing her
mood. Silently, she got up, her eyes still red from her
burning tears of anger and hatred and left for Rome
where she visited Lucius Vitellius, the brother of
Aulus Vitellius.
Lucius received her in his study. He ignored her a
moment, hypocritically pretending to finish off some
correspondence. After a moment though his curiosity got
the better of him. What could this unexpected visit
mean?
'Why, my Lady Livilla, this is a surprise, what brings
a beautiful young woman like you here?' He asked,
examining her with interest.
'I have come to help you. I have been told we share a
common problem,' she replied coldly, jumping straight
into the heart of the matter.
'Oh and what may that possibly be?' He asked, raising
an eyebrow, curious cautious and outwardly
unenthusiastic. He knew that this woman could be very
useful to him, but he did not wish to expose himself
further than he needed to until he knew her designs.
'My sources have informed me that both you and my
husband aspire for the favours of the same lady.' She
said, her voice vibrating with loathing and disgust.
'If my husbands were to mysteriously disappear, then
you would have no competition.' Lucius looked at her
with surprise. Was this a trap? 'Even assuming,
theoretically of course, that this was the case, how am
I to believe that you, my supposed enemy's legal wife
would be willing to aid in his huh, removal?' He asked,
sceptical.
She looked at him intently, leaning forward: 'I would
of course stand to gain by his convenient
disappearance.'
Lucius shook his head with disbelief.
'No, I am not convinced. You must be feeling poorly.
Why don't you leave me now and we will forget this
little conversation of ours,' he said shaking his head.
'Enough games! No, if I cannot have him, then no one
will! If you are too stupid to know where your self
interest lies, than I'll take my business elsewhere and
I can assure you that it will be your loss entirely,'
she declared in a firm exasperated and angry tone.
Suddenly realising that there must be some element of
truth in what she said, that this was not, could not be
a ploy to trap him. He would have to do some quick
thinking if he was going to salvage matters. He
decidedly did not want to lose such a golden
opportunity. The possibilities, the trickery open to
him made his head spin. He decided to change tactics
completely.
Apologising profusely, he said, 'That won't do at all.
Please, my Lady, let me explain. This must be a
dreadful misunderstanding. I am sorry if I appeared to
doubt, but you must agree that your offer of assistance
was, huh, rather unexpected and I have to think about
my own safety and security. In what way can I help. I
am sure there are many ways in which I can be of aid.
Tell me, what you wish of me?'
She seemed to relax. This was better. He was making
some headway now.
She let herself be mollified into co-operation.
'What is it you require of me specifically?' He
inquired. 'There are plenty of things I could do for
one so beautiful as you.'
He leered over her body, letting his eyes roam and
gravitate to her feminine charms most significantly.
His eyes gleamed nastily. She too examined him in just
as detailed a manner with a barely disguised expression
of haughty disgust: His porcine eyes, his fat flabby
body and his ugly legs. Her reactions were of an
entirely different nature to his own. She stared at him
with disdainful. He flinched under her cold probing
eyes.
'Nothing you have interests me excepts your
assistance. Tomorrow, at six thirty Marcel will go to
Juilius's Tavern to meet ugh, a friend. He will be
unescorted. Be there and do what you must. I do not
ever want to set eyes upon him again,' she said with a
sigh.
Lucius squirmed.
'Wouldn't something more discrete like poison be more
appropriate,' he ventured doubtfully.
'No,' she replied definitively.
'If I do this for you, what will be my reward? What do
I get out of this?' He asked questioned.
'What do you mean?' She exclaimed, with anger and
disbelief. 'He is just as much your problem as mine.'
'Perhaps, but this is neither my time nor my solution.
Now come. I do not operate a charity.' He said,
pressing her.
'I will pay you well,' she replied, coldly drawing out
a purse of gold.
He laughed. 'You have misunderstood me. The price for
my, huh, services must be of an entirely different
nature. I could not take your money and I do not need
it. A little exquisite broad-minded creature as
yourself must know what I mean. Surely, you are not
that naive. You will have no difficulty at all in
meeting my price.' Sniggered Lucius, a lustful gleam in
his eyes and a humble smile.
She pursed her red lips and stiffened as she realised
what he meant.
He had been leering at her lustfully the entire
interview and now he moved he moved forward like a cat
about to pounce and a salacious grimace crossed his
face. He looked her up and down meaningfully and said,
'I have heard much spoken about the ugh, services you
perform and I am intrigued. I would like to find out if
what I have heard is true.'
She looked down at him aloof and her lips curled in
haughty disdain.
'You do not need me. Use one of your slaves,' she
retorted, barely controlling her disgust.
'No, it's you I want. If we are to be allies, I must
insist,' he added, fixing her intently.
She looked away, blasé.
'All right then. So be it. I have special rules you
know,' she warned.
'I know. I accept them,' he replied. This time it was
his turn to look away meekly.
She looked at him detached and indifferent.
'Get undressed,' she commanded sternly.
He obeyed, suddenly submissive. She watched him
undress, cool and composed. When he had finished, she
slipped off her stolae, revealing her unharnessed firm
naked breasts and her stockings and suspenders. She
wore no panties. Her body was young fresh, slender and
desirable.
He looked up at her hungrily. She scowled and he
flinched and moved back.
'You will approach me on hands and knees. That is the
custom. All those who require my favours must abase
themselves before me. On your knees!'
He obeyed without protesting and crawled towards her.
She looked down at him, mocking and superior. He felt
sudden anger, but with strained himself. As he
approached her, he breathed in her musk sensual
perfume.
'That's better,' she said mockingly. He detected a
tremble of excitement in her voice. 'I warn you. I am
not easily pleased. You will have to prove to me that
you really are a man.'
Made bold by anger and insult, he suddenly reached to
touch and kiss her breast. She pushed him back
violently, spat at his face and slapped him with anger
and hatred. He had detected a sparkle of excitement and
surprise in her eyes.
'How dare you!' She cried out angrily. 'I will be the
one to say when you may touch me and when you may
breathe. You must obey me, instantly. Is that
understood?'
He nodded and cringed. Satisfied, she stepped forward
and pushed him back, ordering harshly: 'Lie back, dog!'
She made him lie back in the position she wanted and
when he tried to take over she struggled free and with
surprising strength and agility rolled him back over
and climbed on top.
'I will say how it must be done. I am the woman and
you a mere man. You must obey me. This is your last
warning,' she hissed.
He was too excited to protest any further. In that
instant he felt more a beast than a man.
She kissed him savagely, biting his lips.
'Give me your pizzle, dog!' She commanded with
excitement as she straddled him firmly.
She grabbed his erection and inserted it inside her.
Slowly she began to lift herself up and down on him.
As she rode up and down his shaft, her hands groped
along her breasts, fondling and kneading them, while
her deep ragged breathing filled the room. She opened
her mouth, threw her head back and closed her eyes to
free her mind of everything except for that exciting
piece of flesh inside her. He felt her intimate muscles
clasp him.
She pumped him faster. He felt his pleasure growing.
Without warning, she suddenly lifted herself up,
crouched above him, the tip of his prick still wedged
in the entrance of her slit. He felt as he was about to
die. He saw her look down at the protruding stem. To
Lucius's excited amazement, she licked at her middle
and fore fingers, then slipped them together inside her
sleeve right up to the knuckles. She winced with
ecstasy. Then reaching down under her, she grabbed hold
of his big throbbing erection and thrust it back
against her anus. 'I want you to screw me in the arse!'
She commanded, her eyes wild with perverse lust.
He began to protest, but she suddenly squatted down
with all her strength on his tool, impaling herself
totally. He cried out with pain as he slid in and out
of her tight bottom. He looked up at her. Her face was
distorted with pain and ecstasy as she rode him hard.
He was a complete slave of her desire.
She began to groan and pant as she thrust up and down
ever faster.
'Oh, yes! Don't stop, or I will kill you,' she gasped.
He felt weak and dizzy with ecstasy.
She had gone too far to stop now. She lunged
desperately and shivered with sheer wanton bliss as she
experienced a series of orgasms.
He cried out and came, delivering his load of seed up
her arse.
***
Lucius lay back at ease in his reclining chair, fully
satisfied with the outcome of his little encounter with
Livilla. Matters were developing according to his plot
and soon he would be able to satisfy both his personal
and possibly even his political ambitions. He could not
have wished for a better opportunity. With Marcel
conveniently disposed of and bothersome Aulus out of
the way, the lovely Junia Calvina would be his; she
would have no choice but to love him! He thought with
glee. With his beautiful bride to fulfil his every
lustful and perverted taste, he would be free to turn
all his attention to furthering his political career
and lobby the stupid old emperor with greater
persistence and efficiency.
He sent for Justus, his right hand man and henchman.
The Praetorian Guard Prefect quickly arrived by horse
and approached carrying his crested helmet under his
right arm. He stopped in front of Lucius Gaius, bowed
his head slightly and flinched with pain. Although he
had bandages wrapped tight around his waist, his broken
ribs had not yet mended and caused him pain and
inconvenience each time his made an awkward movement. A
silent and painful reminder of his defeat in Circus
Maximus two weeks ago.
His painful grimace made his features appear even more
hideous than before, if such a thing were possible.
'I have summoned you here with such urgency because I
have a very important task to entrust to you, my
friend. A matter which I can assure you, you will find
both interesting, satisfying and extremely agreeable.
It has been brought to my attention that a certain
individual may be found at a designated spot tomorrow
evening. The person will be alone, unarmed and easy
prey. I want you to take two men with you and ugh,
arrange a convenient accident for him. There is so much
crime in Rome these days. A man can so easily fall prey
to all sorts of nasty things,' chuckled Lucius.
'Yes, Lord. I do not understand why...' Began the
Prefect.
'Oh, but you will indeed, This man just so happens to
be the very person you so wish to see, shall we say
removed? Yes, you fool, I mean Marcel Cornelius,'
hissed Lucius.
An evil light appeared in the commander's eyes and a
nasty grin unfortunately revealed his sharkish teeth.
Lucius could smell his fetid breath from where he was
seated.
'In that case, it will be a pleasure indeed, my Lord.
Do you not think however that I who am known to him
should go. Would it not be best to send a robber gang
to ambush him instead. That way no one will suspect
foul play,' said Justus cautiously.
'Shut up, fool!' He screamed, mad at being challenged
by this underling. 'How dare you question my orders!
You will do exactly as I say or you too will meet a
similar fate! You will take Tiberius, Ratticus and
Crispus and ambush that fool, do you hear,' raged
Lucius, furious.
The henchman gritted his teeth, bowed submissively and
conceded: 'Yes, my Lord.' He took a step back, turned
and left the room.
***
Junia's instructions had been specific. He was to meet
her in front of Juilius's Tavern by the river at six
thirty precisely, alone and unarmed. She would be
dressed incognito. He had questioned the nature of the
strange message but had to accept it and comply since
it had come from Crispinus, a soldier he both trusted
and respected.
He paced up and down. Surely something had happened.
Why hadn't she shown up yet?
A movement in the corner of his eye caused him to
turn.
'Junia?' He called with uncertainty.
A man dressed in a black robe leapt out of the shadows
towards him. Marcel had barely the time to register the
flash of a brandished steel knife. Had Marcel been
caught completely off his guard and had he not been so
well trained in the art of war then he would surely
have perished in the fury of that short vicious attack.
The surprise however had not been total and that split
second warning had allowed him to muster the beginnings
of a defence. He was therefore not caught completely
unprepared.
Instead of plunging straight through his heart or
mortally wounding him, the blade was partly deflected
by his sideways movement and sunk deep into his
shoulder.
Using his attacker's forward thrust to swing him
around, Marcel threw him to the floor and turned just
in time to see two other men running silently towards
him. They were armed with swords. If the first man had
been an assassin, these two were certainly not, thought
Marcel. He could tell by their weapons and their co-
ordinated attack that these two men were Roman
legionnaires even though they tried to conceal the
fact. This was therefore no routine mugging but a
brutal assassination plot which had descended upon him
like a lethal snare. Marcel clenched his teeth with
pain and shuddered as he freed the dagger from his
shoulder and turned to confront the two men. Although
the odds were against him, he would not be easily
defeated, he thought grimly.
Without thinking, he jumped forward towards the
attackers, taking the initiative. There was an
explosion of movement as blades flashed through the
air. The man on the right lunged, miscalculating his
thrust and missing Marcel by an inch. Marcel felt the
movement of air near his face. As the man moved
forward, he blocked his companions opening. Marcel took
advantage to move under his guard before he could
recover and as the sword came down the small blade went
in.
The man let out a painful cry and stumbled back, blood
running from his mouth, before he fell back against his
astonished companion. He was dead even as he hit the
ground.
With an angry cry, the owner of the assassin's dagger
had recovered and now charged him, trying to embrace
him like an angry bear. It was the most stupid thing he
would ever do. Side-stepping, his bade flashed, opening
the man's throat as he rushed by. The man fell
gurgling, clutching at his second throat in a pool of
blood.
Seeing the quick demise of his two comrades and not
wishing to share their fate, the last attacker lost all
heart and decided to take French leave, dropping his
sword and turning to flee for his life as fast as his
legs would carry him.
If Marcel had not lost so much blood he might have
chased the man and finished him off, but he thought
twice. Already he was starting to feel weak and dizzy.
He would have to get a message to Junia and have the
nasty gash cared for.
Marcel cursed his luck. Not only had he been unable to
recognise his attackers, but what even worse, he was
unable to tell for sure who had initiated this
conspiracy. He would have to move fast or his life
would shortly be in jeopardy again.
ROME 48 AD.
Agrippina sat on the painted couch in front of the
fire. Like most Romans as soon as the seasonal
temperature fell a little she felt cold. As she
listened, she examined her offspring carefully while he
spoke. Her love for him was only superseded by one
thing, the love and ambition for herself. In spite of
the years she still looked young and attractive.
Certainly her majestic looks were still appealing. Her
eyes however had grown hard and cold. She had seen many
things and lived through trying and difficult times
both in Rome and in exile. Difficult times called for
hard decisions and savage solutions. To survive she and
her sister had been forced to marry their brother in an
incestuous charade and then prostituted themselves.
She did not mind this really. After all it was only
sex and a man's pizzle was like any others. It was the
objective that counted. What she did mind however was
the pretending and the constant fear. When it had all
ended she had felt both angry and relieved. Now she
aspired to regain the position that was rightfully hers
and run the Empire as she saw fit. She also knew that
while Messalina lived she would be a menace to her as
she represented a potential threat to her position.
Nero was starting to put on some weight, she thought.
Still, this did not seem to effect his chariot racing.
He was very good and popular with the crowds. That was
important. She had to keep him focused on the objective
and away from that time wasting music of his.
'Our support grows by the day. The Vestal Virgins are
now favourable to us too. I must say that when the
Vitellians had initially approached us I had my doubts.
Our position however grows stronger. I am beginning to
feel more confident,' he said.
'Don't be,' she interrupted sternly. 'Remember what
your mother taught you. Trust no one, boy. You must
take care with those who are either too powerful or
ingenious.' 'Surely we only stand to gain?' He replied.
'Only if we play this carefully. Beware of allies
bearing gifts. We need their support so we cannot
refuse. It will be necessary for us to protect
ourselves though. One must take precautions. They too
seek to control us. When they have served their
purpose, they will no longer be of use to us,' she
said.
'How are we going to do it, Mother?' Asked Nero.
'After we have moved into the palace, we will secure
our position. It is much easier to detect and attend to
trouble spots and dispatch our enemies from inside.
Eventually, people can be replaced with servants less
independent and more loyal. You must always be careful.
Remember, cruelty used once to secure power is okay.
Determine the injuries then inflict them conclusively,
not every day or they will fear you, 'counciled
Agrippina.
'I would rather they obey me and fear me, than love
me,' replied Nero arrogantly. 'Once we have cleaned out
our enemies then all our worries will be over and we
can command the rabble and prosper.'
'No, that is when our worries begin. Transition and
change are difficult to manage. This is a very
dangerous game as all those who prosper today will
become enemies and our supporters will be incredulous,
suspicious and lukewarm,' she said.
'This is the time to strike and make examples,' added
Nero.
She raised a quizzical eyebrow: 'So you do listen to
me sometimes. I am pleased.'
'I will compose lyrics to mark the occasion,' mused
Nero.
***
Junia was about to leave the shop when she was set
upon by three intent snarling men. Her two body
servants leapt forward to her aid but the attackers
drew their daggers and stabbed one of her servants in
the chest. He looked down at the blade in astonishment,
pulled it out of the gaping wound and fell backwards.
Seeing this Samuel, the other man, turned in flight.
Meanwhile, the third assailant had managed to gag Junia
and, holding her by the throat, drag her back through
the boutique. Struggling violently, she kicked and
thrashed out. Keen to make an exit the leader of the
group whipped her with the but of his weapon. All went
blank.
When she woke up, she was in a dark and damp dungeon.
How long she lay there she did not know. She was very
thirsty and her head throbbed in terrible pain. She
felt utter despair and fear. Who had kidnapped her?
What was to become of her?
Several hours later, the door opened and Lucius,
accompanied by several armed guards and the jailer
entered.
'Well, my lovely bride to be. I could wait no longer.
You are now mine. I have taken what I wanted... as I
always do. Your Marcel cannot help you here. By now, he
is no longer in the land of the living,' chuckled
Lucius wickedly.
'What have you done to him!' She gasped.
She got up and hurled herself at him, fully intent to
scratch his eyes out.
He only laughed and smacked her face hard, throwing
her back. She stumbled backwards, dazed. Lucius grabbed
her by the hips and dragged her to him. She felt him
touch her and fumble at her private parts. Under his
robe she could feel his stiff erection. She struggled
violently, scratching at his face.
'Let go of me, you disgusting brute!' She spat.
The guards stood and watched, an evil grin on their
face. Junia struggled desperately with her bonds.
Lucius laughed at her efforts, his voice full of mirth.
In one brutal and quick gesture, he tore off her dress.
She screamed and struggled violently bringing a vicious
smile to his lips. Lifting up his robe, he pulled her
closer towards him.
She stared with horror at his tool and screamed wildly
as his dick came fleetingly into contact with her
delicate skin. Although by now her body was slippery
with perspiration, he somehow managed to grab hold of
her by the neck and force her to bend over the little
wooden table. He looked at her firm bottom and his tool
swelled further. She gasped in shock as his hand spread
her buttocks apart and exposed her anus. As she felt
Lucius position his greasy prick against the tight hole
she cried: 'No... Not that!'
She whimpered and squirmed. 'Do please stop... Save
me!'
She struggled, attempting to stand up but the brute
forced her to bend over again. As she opened her mouth
to protest she received a hard slap that left her
dizzy.
He sneered and pinned her arm across her back. She was
helpless.
Having reflected on his options, Ratticus decided to
seek out his master rather than Lucius and make his
report. Let Justus give him the bad news, he thought
with cunning.
When he had revealed the plot to rid themselves of
Marcel to Aulus, he had been angry but had pressed him
for more details.
'He fought like a fury,' concluded Ratticus. 'The man
is a demon, I say. First he managed to throw off a
lightening dagger attack and felled poor Tiberius like
a stone and even when he recovered he made very short
work of him. As for Drusus, the lad didn't stand a
chance. He was stupid enough to charge him and was run
through like a pig.'
'Who escaped this escapade?' Asked Aulus.
'Only Justus and myself. We decided it was the only
option. Retreat to fight another day and all that, you
know,' he sniggered.
'I don't want to know, you snivelling coward. Where
were you when this was happening?'
'Supervising master, on the lookout for the City
watch,' he replied nervously.
'Why did you not deem it worth intervening?' Aulus
asked with disgust.
'The odds' were too steep, Master,' admitted Ratticus.
'This is worse than a failure, this is a disaster. You
are just a bunch of fools. My brother will pay for his
stupidity, I can assure you. As for Cornelius, I will
wreak vengeance on him soon,' said Aulus.
***
Marcel had a strong sense of foreboding. Aulus
Vitellius had been elected Consul earlier in the year
succeeding his father to this exalted position. This
gave him a strong power base under Claudius. It would
require heavy backing to move against the Vitellians.
Marcel did not wish to waste any time however and
realised speed was of essence. After hastily patching
up his wound, he had made his way to the Palace and
sought a private audience with Messalina. Now was the
time reap some of the dividends of his investment with
the First Lady.
The lovely Empresses was concerned when she saw his
wound and flew into a fury against his attackers. When
he had finished his story, the two of them discussed it
in detail.
'This soldier, Crispinus, he is the link. We must get
to him before they eliminate him,' said Valeria
Messalina with sudden intensity.
'Yes, I see what you mean!' Exclaimed Marcel, jumping
to his feet. 'It's is always the intermediary who is
the traitor. I will get him and flay him alive,' he
cried with rage.
'Stop there! You will do nothing of the sort. Being
the most powerful woman in the world does have its
advantages you know,' she said.
She whispered something in the ear of her personal
slave. He nodded and left.
'If he is alive, he is ours,' she said. 'Now come over
here that I may bathe your wounds and examine you more
thoroughly,' she commanded.
Her examination lasted a long time, as was her wont.
Chapter XI Exile
In due course Centurion Crispinus was found and
appeared under heavy armed escort before the Princeps
wife. Marcel had been awoken in the early ours of the
morning and summoned to the Palatine Hill.
Crispinus was frightened, yet proud and defiant. From
the state of his clothing Marcel guessed that the
guards had not been to gentle with him and that he had
put up a brave fight.
'I have nothing to say, Your Grace,' he said, stiffly,
Messalina glared at him in silence. This was perhaps
more frightening than would have been a scolding for to
incur the disfavour of the Empire could cut short more
than just a political career.
Although Marcel was bursting to grab hold of the man,
he dared not even utter a word until he had her
permission since this was a public audience.
A priest appeared holding a red hot clamp. The man was
well known, although no one really knew his name. He
had come to be nicknamed 'Old Faithful,' since he
always carried out the castrations of the prospective
eunuch-priests at the right time year. Obviously,
Messalina was up to her old ticks. Enjoyment pain and
pleasure combined. 'Is he the one?' Questioned the
priest, doubtfully. 'Is he not a little old, Ma'am ?I
am not sure he could survive the...'
'Quiet, old man and get about your duties,' replied
Messalina, viciously, and mused aloud, as if to
herself: 'We cannot cut off his tongue, since we wish
him to sing to us with his delightful voice. He has not
had time to be judged yet, so I cannot pass sentence
upon him. I have therefore decided to nominate him to
the laudable religious post of Pontiff of the Eunuchs.
Refusal of such an honour would be a mortal injury to
both myself and my dear husband, the August Claudius
Tiberius Caesar.'
Crispinus went pale as he felt the trap swing closed
on him. His sentence had been pronounced judiciously
with cruel satisfaction by the serpent woman. He now
faced the option of betrayal or castration followed by
agonising death: one does not recover from that
operation at his age even if the doctors would give him
the correct medication.
Faced with these grim prospects, Crispinus changed his
tune skilfully. He was a survivor and a rat.
'I have grave news to announce to you, my Lady. The
Prefect Justus has been sounding various Guards
officers as to their willingness to stand in armed
revolt against the Emperor while he is away battling in
Britain.'
'You can substantiate these accusations?' She purred.
She was not making it easy for him.
He began to sweat.
'Both he and the conspirators have decided to write to
Claudius and inform him of your conduct. I however have
advised him to wait. As to the other charge, yes. I
will bear witness and show you the pay I received in
advance for joining in the conspiracy to kill the
Emperor,' he declared hurriedly.
'This is a serious charge allegation indeed.' Declared
Messalina abruptly. 'Guards !Arrest Justus at once on
charges of high treason against the state. Who else is
involved in this, ugh, conspiracy?' 'Sextus Maximus,
Tiberius Cato and Lucius Vitellius,' replied Crispinus.
'Lucius, you mean Aulus's younger brother!' Exclaimed
Marcel incredulously.
'I wouldn't be surprised...' Said Messalina. 'I want
proof, especially before I condemn the esteemed brother
of Aulus to any inconveniences.'
'I do not think that will be a problem,' he sneered,
'especially when Aulus realises that his brother has
abducted his wife...'
'What!' Cried out Marcel. 'Where is Junia!' He
demanded, loosing his calm.
'My memory...' He began and looked at Messalina.
'You can be assured that you will have all our
grateful thanks with this. I will even go as far as
upgrading your honour from Eunuch to joint Guards
Prefect. After all, the post as now become vacant,' she
said.
Reassured, Crispinus told them everything he knew. It
was all that Marcel could do to withhold himself from
strangling the rat, but you had to admire the way he
had not only managed to escape from the desperate
situation, but promote his career.
Alone with Messalina, he was careful not to vent his
anger. Crispinus had given them a means to dress up
their revenge and it was a trade-off between that and
justice. This was not the first time Crispinus had
reaped the rewards of treachery. Vitellius senior, the
ex-consul, had obtained him fifteen thousand sestertii
and prefect eligibility for his scandalous part in the
accusations against brought against Petra by Suillius
last year.
'You will have to watch the Vitellian clan now. As you
know, they are extremely efficient. They will be after
your blood and eventually they will get it. Perhaps a
position abroad would be beneficial. I hear the
governorship of Spain may soon be available. I will but
in motion the wheels for your nomination,' said
Messalina. 'I thank you for your solicitude, but pray
let me see this through. I recommend that we send a
messenger to Aulus and get him to deal with his
brother,' he said.
'As you wish,' replied Messalina coldly. 'Though the
message will go to the old Consul instead. He is the
real power behind the family. This is as far as I will
extend my favour. You must count your fortune. Aulus is
a high risk option,' she said with a nod. 'The old
Consul can be persuaded to resolve this expediently,
but your problem will remain. It would be admitting
defeat and dishonour for them to give in now. The
Vitellians are not known to do this easily. This will
gain you some breathing room only. I warn you that the
reprieve will be short lived and I feel the next attack
will be more definitive.' She said. 'I will dispatch a
messenger straight away if you do not reconsider. I
strongly advise you however to leave Rome for a while
though.'
'I need some sex,' said Messalina, seriously. She
clapped her hands four times.
Marcel was just admiring Messalina when four black
slaves suddenly appeared. Messalina kicked off her
sandals, dropped her dress on seeing their approach and
approached them. Marcel picked up her clothes and
followed. Naked, her back to a wall, legs spread wide
Marcel fell to his knees before her, the four other men
all watching. He began licking at her legs, tasting the
sweat there. He knew after my tongue had consumed her
leg sweat, it moved up to the sweetness between her
legs, where it forced its way deep inside her cunt,
withdrew, swished around her pussy hairs, as if
cleaning and preparing the area for the cocks of the
four black guys watching them.
He liked the idea of licking her into preparation for
her fucking by four black studs, too! Her feminine
pleasure flowed freely. Her cunt juices must have been
a signal to the men. The first guy, naked from the
waist down, his huge, almost foot-long cock bent
upwards from excitement, moved in on Messalina. The
young guy rammed his cock so far and so forcefully into
Messalina's cunt that she was almost lifted from her
feet. Ten inches of his prick fed Messalina's cunt with
obvious and equal pleasure for both involved.
Messalina, smiling, legs still wide, back to wall,
arms braced behind her, used both of her arms and her
arse to push against the wall and thrust herself back
towards the guy fucking her. This forced the guy's cock
totally inside her. She had gotten all 12 inches of the
shiny black cock inside her with that maneuver. For
almost ten minutes the black guy and Messalina slammed
together, he pushing his cock ten inches inside her,
almost lifting her from her feet with each power
thrust.
Messalina responding with such force that the
remaining inches of him were driven up her pussy.
Messalina's face was carved in pleasure. The frenzied
fucking caused both Messalina and the black guy to
appear to come almost at the same time, their loud
moaning and grunts the signal of male sperm pumped
upwards to mix with feminine juices flowing downward.
This event over, he stepped back. Marcel could see that
Messalina was still in ecstasy from the fucking she had
just enjoyed, she was still moaning softly, moving her
hips forward to meet an imaginary cock, the black man's
cock now at half-staff and distant from her...
Marcel watched in awe as he saw cum from the black guy
trickle down her legs, as her own feminine pleasure
juice coated her cunt hair. Her muscles bulged and
flexed from the workout she had just received.
Messalina grew strong from this sex. This was the
making of her hard body, he realized... As the other
three black guys fucked Messalina, Marcel watched her
as his mistress got fucked. He stroked himself off two
times, his come falling as the black men's come was
filling her.
***
Marcellus Cornelius rode hard to the secret Vitellian
stronghold where his beloved was being held captive.
The cool sunset breeze rushed by his face bringing with
it the strong cooking smells and spices and the voices
of people dining late into the evening. He reached his
destination on the outskirts of the City and knocked
twice on the heavy wooden door with his fist.
A bolt was drawn back and a guard opened the door
slightly. He was alone. The guard was wary but
unsuspecting.
'Ave,' said Marcel with a wide grin.
'What do...' Began the guard and stuttered as Marcel
ran him through with the sword he had been hiding
behind his back.
He burst into the badly light room and strode down the
hallway and into the guard post. He found two guards
playing dice. The first jumped to his feet and
struggled to draw his sword while the other just looked
at him in amazement and exclaimed: 'Hey you! Who do you
think...'
Marcel's sword flashed, parried and run through the
first man in one movement. He died with a loud shriek.
In the same movement he sword cleaved downwards through
the skull of the seated guard opening his head like a
ripe fruit.
The noise of the commotion and steel had drawn the
attention of the one of the men. The door leading to
the dungeon stairway was thrown open and a cautious
officer, sword drawn appeared. Marcel however was
angry. His sinews drove his blade forward full of
vaulting strength. The blinding attack threw the man
back into the stairway and the steel echoed and rang
out as the swords thrust parried. The man recoiled in
horror as Marcel ran him through and pushed him down
the steps into the three soldiers rushing up to attack
him. He leapt over them, thrust with sword and knife
and dispatched them.
Marcel reached the bottom of the steps and saw Lucius
standing over his beloved Junia flanked by two guards.
'There he is!' Cried Lucius hysterically pointing at
Marcel as he appeared. 'Kill him!' As he rushed forward
to free her he was blocked by the two remaining guards.
This time they were armed and prepared for him and from
their build and carriage they looked like ex-
gladiators. This was serious opposition.
One sneered, the other spat on the floor but they
moved forward efficiently like a fighting pair,
movements synchronised.
They were surprised by his sudden interruption but
confident in their abilities to do this opponent under
in spite of his obvious abilities and fierce warrior
like appearance.
Marcel spun a web of steel around him during several
minutes as his flashing blade exchanged parries with
his enemies. Junia lay watching him fight, her eyes
full of terror for him for her. Lucius also stood back,
holding her firm down. The swords flew faster and
faster in a magnificent display of skill. Suddenly, in
a surge of blazing strength and fury Marcel lunged
forward and momentarily broke through the guard of his
opponent on the left. The man staggered back, a hideous
and painful gash right across his face. One eye had
been removed by the thrust. He gasped and cried out
with agony and surprise then fainted, collapsing in a
pool of blood. Marcel laughed a chilling laugh. He felt
hysterical strength run through his veins.
The remaining gladiator fought desperately but he now
faced Marcel alone. He was wounded three times in as
many minutes by the great blood stained sword. He moved
back, his eyes starting to show fear and desperation.
In a last desperate attack he threw himself forward.
Marcel was no longer there and the man impaled himself
on Marcel's blade and fell back, spitted on the sword.
Marcel quickly withdrew his blade and sought out
Lucius but he was no longer there. Realising the tide
of battle was not going in his favour he had decided to
take French leave before all was lost and had vanished
down a secret passage.
Marcel cut Junia free and they fell into each others
arms.
Aulus had ridden in bitterness, resent and shame to
his brother's abode accompanied by a mounted troupe of
guards. He burst in, surprising his brother petting a
heavily made up catamite. He angrily interrupted
Lucius's pleasure and forced him to accompany him under
escort to their father's side.
Lucius Gaius and Aulus Vitellius both recoiled from
their father's wrath: 'You fools! I should have you
both flogged even though you are my sons. It will now
take me months to repair the valuable understanding I
had with Messalina, if it can be repaired at all. Do
you not realise that we have alienated her before time!
I cannot believe this. I turn my back on you for two
miserable minutes and you start a revolution! We have
lost an extremely valuable man in Justus...'
'This is....' Began Lucius Gaius proudly.
'Silence!' Thundered the former Consul. 'How dare you
interrupt, you bungling toad! I should have you
castrated.'
Lucius turned pale as he waved the nutcracker around
menacingly.
'Are there no brains behind that grease filled skull
of yours? Stop grimacing like a corpse. Not only did
you hatch this mad scheme in my lifetime and against
the honour of your family, but you didn't have the guts
of brains to carry it out correctly. Now you will be
silent and listen. Lucius, I hereby exile you to our
remote Sicilian estate for one year...''
'But father...' Cried Lucius in horror.
'And if you add one more word I will have you
disinherited. As for you Aulus, you may be Consul but
you are just as guilty for having this shame brought
upon you. No sooner had your promiscuous wife been
released, than my informants followed her to her
lover's stable where they caught up for lost time like
two disgusting horses. You will have to let her go. Do
not worry, I will find a way to make use of her in the
process. As for that appropriately named rabbit of a
man, I have a surprise awaiting him. Now leave, the two
of you and don't show yourselves again before my villa
until this insult has been washed away.'
Marcel waited anxiously for her to arrive. The cold
marble chilled him in spite of the sun-bathed gardens
and sweet scent of blossoms. The soothing sound of the
water flowing from the public fountains could not
reassure him. How would he find the courage to tell
her. When his eyes would contemplate her with all her
charms and her tears would tear his heart, would he be
able to part from her for but an instance? How could he
hurt the woman he loved and adored and how could he
deprive himself of that which he most needed?
'Marcel?' A vibrant feminine voice spoke.
He turned around. He had been so deeply engaged in his
morbid thoughts he had not heard her approaching.
Marcel hugged Junia hard against him and tenderly
wiped away a tear from her eye.
'I have to leave now, my dearest. It is no longer safe
for me here in Rome. Messalina has arranged a good
posting for me in Spain, but I cannot take office until
next winter when her cousin retires. In the meantime, I
plan to head for Gaul. I will send for you as soon as
it is safe.'
'Beware of that woman. I have had a dream, an omen of
terrible events. Is it wise for us to separate now? I
cannot stand the idea of separation Is there no other
solution? At least promise that will write to me....'
She began.
'You know that would be too dangerous. Do not worry,
Messalina and Polyphobe will take care of you. I have
been given firm assurances that you will be free of you
bonds before the year is ended. I will send word to you
indirectly. Courage. Fear not. It will all work out in
the end.'
Marcel spoke with a confidence he did not fully share.
His heart shook at the thought of being torn away from
the woman he adored but he knew that to stay was to
condemn her. He had to suffer the sacrifice.
They kissed and said their farewells, then Marcel
quickly left Rome on horseback through the quickest
route.
Marcel had travelled discretely to the Alps and then
on into France where he stopped at a client's estate.
Marcel was wintering in the French city of Lugdunum
(Lyon) when news of Messalina's tragic fate reached him
through one of Polyphobe's spies.
The Emperor Claudius had finally been informed of
Messalina's extravagant behaviour. Although Pallas was
afraid, the scheming Lucius Vitellius had finally
managed to overcome his fear, persuade the hesitant and
cautious Callistus and win over Narcissus in a strange
alliance to convene Messalina's downfall. Calpurnia who
was only too eager to get her revenge on Messalina was
introduced into the old Emperor's bed and proceeded to
give him the agreed story backed up by Narcissus then
Pallas.
They told the Princeps of how Messalina had been
reckless enough to marry one of her lovers in a public
ceremony. Fearing her lover's imperial ambitions and
goaded on by his advisors, he had immediately arrested
them. Valeria, together with all her closest friend's
associates and lovers had been executed. The note from
Polyphobe recommended that he go even deeper
underground for the time being since no one could
ascertain whether his name was on the proscribed list.
He had definitely benefited from out of sight, out of
mind. He needed to run before the tidal wave or he
would be caught up in the purge. His political
protection had vanished. Fortunately he still had the
support and allegiance of many powerful friends both in
Rome and abroad.
Apart from his directly controlled estates with their
households, like many other powerful Roman families, he
built up a sphere of influence in the City through his
postings first as magistrate, then with the Urban
Legion. He was also popular on the Rhine and could at
least draw assistance from various parts of the
conquered territory if he needed to. He hoped however
not to need this since his immediate plan was to lie
low.
BRITIAN 49 AD.
Marcel decided to travel to the edge of the world,
Britain. The final frontier with the barbarians where
his abilities would be valued. Deciding to travel by
way of water to make his trip more agreeable, he set
off down the Soane to Augustodunum, then crossed over
land to the western Loire and travelled down towards
the seaport of Quiberon.
When Marcel reached the port, one of his servants,
Sevorix, stopped a sea-captain.
'My master wishes to retain a boat for crossing over
to Hengistbury,' said Sevorix to the man in the local
tongue. Marcel always kept in his small escort a French
freeman, since the family had estates in Northern Gaul
which were quite profitable and needed occasional
supervision.
'You will have to see the Matriarch, Sir. No strangers
or Romans may cross without her agreement. When you
have a pass from her, I will be glad to take your party
across for nine hundred sestertii,' he said examining
them closely.
Sevorix nodded. 'Here,' he said handing the man a
purse. 'This is a retainer. Tell me, where does the
matriarch live?'
The captain smiled showing a row of golden teeth, very
reassuring and gave them incomprehensible directions in
pidgin Latin. 'You may find me at the cock and owl
tomorrow evening, Domine,' he replied, bowing and they
departed.
***
They were ushered with deference into the presence of
the town Matriarch an hour later after Marcel had
revealed his identity. 'Her Revered Matriarch, Selene
Castor and her Esteemed Eldest daughter, Lydia,'
announced a gruff male major-domo followed by two
female soldiers.
The two women eyed Marcel and his party intently.
'Marcellus Cornelius, Tribune of the People of Rome. I
am honoured, Matriarch, to make your acquaintance,'
said Marcel.
The matriarch stared at him intently. 'So this is what
our real Roman rulers look like. Although I am
acquainted with the commander of the fort, I have never
had the pleasure of receiving an embassy,' she said
with a hint of disapproval. 'To what do I owe this
visit of yours, Tribune?'
He looked at the old woman. She was definitely not
senile. He caught her daughter eyeing him hungrily. She
couldn't have been older than eighteen, but did not
appear to be wed yet. She had an air of savage
undompted beauty about her. Marcel looked back with
interest and smiled. Bending down and extracting a
large silver plate from one of his sacks, he handed to
the Matriarch who snatched at it avidly, her beady
little eyes lighting up immediately. It was most
probably worth a year's tribute. He had struck the
right chord.
'We travel to Britain to join the new Governor and be
of what little assistance we may. We wish only to make
speed across the Channel but welcome this opportunity
to pay you our respects,' he said gracefully.
'Yes, yes,' she croaked. 'We will see that a ship is
made available to you first thing in the morning. In
the meantime, you are my guests. There will be feasting
and drinking. You are my guests tonight. I insist,' she
said and clapped her hands to summon her slaves.
There was much feasting and drinking and Marcel had to
tell the young Lydia many tales of Rome and the arena.
She sat there, staring avidly into his eyes.
That evening, when they had retired, Marcel heard a
knock. He opened the door. It was Lydia. They did not
say anything, but exchanged a passionate embrace.
'You are beautiful, my barbarian princess,' he said,
looking into her deep blue eyes.
His finger slowly ran through her hair then down the
soft skin of her face. He felt her pulse accelerate,
her sweat warm breath on his face. She clung to him as
his hands slowly reached her sensitive areas.
She had been staring at him through half-closed
eyelids and now she let out a small sigh and shivered
ever so slightly. He felt his own excitement growing.
He would do anything to possess this aggressive little
amazon.
He slipped out of their clothes and she examined him
with approbation. She was evidently troubled by the
sight of his manhood.
Suddenly she leaned against him and he felt her lips
touch his. He responded and felt her pointed tongue
searching avidly, hardy, depriving him of all
resistance.
He began to touch her over but she suddenly stiffened,
struggled energetically and angrily, pushed him away.
'I will not permit it. In my tribe the man must obey
the woman. You will obey me. That is my command,' she
declared forcefully, with a taunting smirk.
'You must understand' continued Lydia, 'that I am your
better in everything. I am a woman, you are a man even
if in your particular case you are a half-person. In my
tribe, it is the women that commands, governs and
fights wars. We make the decisions while the male breed
and carries out the manly duties of housework and
daughters raising. Even in these functions he needs the
assistance of women. It's the woman's strong vitality,
her longevity, her natural sexual superiority that
makes our matriarchy the final social state. This
physical and mental superiority, combined with our
inherent aggressiveness has led to the inevitable
subjugation of the crippled male. You must learn to
accept these facts and be glad of the distinguished
privilege and honour bestowed upon as we permit you to
serve the dominant sex. You must be loyal and devoted
and satisfy my every need. At this moment I hunger for
male penis and you must serve my pleasure.'
Her society controlled its males through sexual
enslavement. By arousing unbridled forces through
sexual fantasies and desires they were able to do with
them as they pleased.
Shaking the golden hair from her eyes, she put her
small elegant hand on his shoulder and commanded, with
the arrogance of a lifetime of unquestioned authority:
'Lie down, my stallion, so that I may use your tool.'
As he lay at her feet, she stepped over him, kicked
off her shoes, knelt down and took hold of his penis.
She ran her fingers up and down it watching for the
reaction. At this extremely pleasurable contact he felt
the blood rush to his tool and it swelled until it grew
stiff and erect in her hand, unconsciously conditioning
him into sexual submission and addiction through
ecstasy amplified beyond all reason.
'You have a nice cock. A good mouthful even for my
appetite. I am impatient to taste it. Now I am ready. I
will conquer and break you, my stallion. Prepare to
receive your mistress,' she declared, her voice full of
taunting mockery.
She pulled up her short dress revealing her lovely
slender legs and bushy mound. Crouching down and
positioning her slit over the tip of his erection, she
firmly grasped his dick with one hand and this
energetic and brutal female savagely thrust downwards
as he awaited still and docile and engulfed him,
swallowing him whole.
He let out a muffled cry as he sank up to the hilt
into her. He had never made love in this manner before
but was strangely and agreeable affected. It was she
that was making love to him, sitting astride, in the
man's position, knees flexed, hands on his shoulders,
weighing down with all her weight as her avid caverns
assaulted him and he felt her vaginal pulses on his
cock sending waves of unbearable ecstasy. Her nostrils
flared with excitement as she rode him, rotating her
hips and sliding up and down his rod.
She was the predator and had him totally at her mercy.
Her loins ground and swivelled around the axis of his
rod as she fed on him in slow pulsating movements,
descending on the prey for the kill.
Her lips bent in an arrogant smirk. She knew that he
had abandoned all resistance, that he had capitulated
and she would teach this insolent male knave his place
under her and make him learn to desperately seek the
reward of her loins.
Slowly she brought herself up, then descended again,
describing diabolical concentric circles around his
virility, making him time his thrusts to her rhythm.
Her loins gyrated and she swayed to and fro with
pleasure. He let his hands gently run up and down her
flank and breasts as she humped forward, taking his rod
as far as it could go.
As he kneaded her breasts she closed her eyes and
groaned with bliss. Her breathing grew more irregular.
She began to rock back and forth dictating an increased
pace until she broke into a gallop.
She rode him like the amazon she was, brutal, savage
and energetic. She panted and gasped, her voice hoarse
and triumphant: 'Yes, oh yes! Don't stop or I'll kill
you! Ah! Yes! Harder, slave!'
They were both panting now and perspiration tricked
down their bodies. Marcel yielded willingly to the
pleasurable onslaught and watched this fiery amazon as
her face distorted in pure ecstasy. In a strangled cry
she urged him faster, pounding furiously away at him
ramming her throbbing hole against him and squeezing
him in a vice like grip.
As they came to the point of no return she writhed,
ground wildly and squealed like a slaughtered pig as
she was agitated by a violent series of tremors,
triggering off his own spasms.
He poured into her with a defeated groan and she let
out a shriek of victory. He flooded her cavities even
as she collapsed on him, her legs closing to imprison
him in a vice like grip, determined to milk him of his
very last substance.
They lay entangled a moment, she guarding his prick
inside her, then, insatiable, Lydia began to make love
to him again. As she elegantly brought a leg over him
to mount him he reached up to her and despite her
protests pulled her down. They rolled over.
'What do you think you're doing!' She cried out,
outraged.
Ignoring her protests he quickly penetrated her and
began to move forcefully inside her. She moaned and dug
her nails into him. She looked at him with
stupefaction. She had never known a man to take the
initiative with her. It was unheard of, forbidden by
law. How could this man slowly reduce her to an erotic
creature.
'Enough! I command it. I am a woman and it's not...
Ah! Yes! Stop... Oh yes!' She groaned.
Marcel took no notice of her and soon they both were
both exhausted and satisfied again.
The next morning they made love again. As Lydia leaned
against him, he ran his hand gently through her hair
and he felt her touch his swollen penis hungrily. She
rolled on top of him and he felt her hard vibrating sex
press down on his stiff erection.
She kissed him expertly then lifted herself up, leaned
back and rubbed her breast against his face.
Understanding her silent message, he began to lick and
knead them. His tongue began to explore her stomach,
then the bush patch between her legs. He kissed and
licked her delicate sex lips breathing in her musky
scent and sending intense pleasurable shivers down her
spine.
She slid back down his body and he felt his tool slip
into her well-prepared sleeve like a glove. She let out
a small surprised groan but clutched him with all her
strength.
He gripped her by the thighs as she thrust her loins
quickly at him. He whole body trembled with forbidden
thrills. She gripped him tightly within her as she felt
herself come in a shattering orgasm. He too felt
himself reach the point of no return within her. Before
he had time to release his pleasure, she pushed him
back saying: 'No, not in me... '
He understood. She feared becoming pregnant by him.
She took him into her mouth and gave him oral release.
Later that day, Marcel and his four companions set
sail for Hengistbury. The weather was fine in spite of
the season and the crossing was made in under a week.
***
The Guard saluted.
'I have come to request an audience with Publius
Osterius Scapula,' said Marcel.
He had travelled many miles through the strange land
and semi-pacified tribes but at last he had reached his
destination, the camp of the governor.
'You will have to wait outside here, Sir, while I
check whether the General can receive you,' replied the
Guard curtly.
Marcel nodded and the soldier disappeared inside
leaving Marcel before the entrance to the tent. Marcel
recalled some of the accounts that had been related to
him concerning the commander's arrival in Britain. When
Osterius had taken over as Governor of the province in
47, hostile tribes from outside the Roman controlled
territory had seized upon the opportunity to attack
thinking that they would take the new commander by
surprise. Osterius had retaliated by quickly marching
lightly armed troops across the country and crushing
all opposition.
He had then however embarked upon a programme of
pacification, disarming the tribes that hitherto had
been allowed to retain their weapons. The Icenians in
Norfolk, who until then had been strong allies of Rome,
rebelled bitterly resenting the Pro-Prefects action
since they had been loyal to Rome. At the head of a
native alliance they had pressed back Osterius in some
bitter fighting, but he had defeated them at Stonea
near March in Cambridgeshire using auxiliary troops and
without using heavy equipment, a siege or even a
pitched battle in the open. This had caused other
tribes to think twice before rebelling.
The opposition to Rome however soon found a new leader
in the person of Caratacus, son of Cunobelinus, who
first headed up the Silures of south Wales in an anti-
Roman rising. He was defeated by Osterius. Then in
South Wales.
Elevated on the prestige and glory of his struggle
combined with his strong personal charisma and
oratorical powers, he had been able to convince the
barbaric Ordovices of espousing his cause even from the
depths of his adversity. So now the Romans had to take
the field again against this dangerous enemy.
Marcel had arrived in the middle of this bitter
campaign in the hope that he could be of some
assistance to the commander while he used up the time
in exile.
'This way, Tribune,' said the Guard. Marcel was
wearing his military uniform for the occasion since he
was hoping to rejoin active duty. The guard showed him
into the presence of Paulus Osterius.
'Hail Caesar!' Saluted Marcel.
The two men saluted, then shook hands and they sized
each other up.
'News of your accomplishments have travelled to Rome
where the name Caratacus and indeed Osterius are not
unknown,' said Marcel.
'Your feats in the arena have travelled here to
Marcellus Cornelius. Marcus, my son here is one of your
admirers.' Replied Osterius and Marcel shook hands with
the young man who bore the uniform of a centurion. The
young man grinned and greeted him enthusiastically.
'Pray, what brings you so far a field? Do you bear
news from our dear Emperor Claudius and his lovely new
bride Agrippina?'
'I'm afraid not. It is private business really. My
governorship in Spain is not set until later in the
year if it is confirmed and I was wondering whether I
could be of temporary assistance to you in the field.
Obviously under complete discretion,' he replied. The
general smiled and replied, 'I will be honoured to have
you fight under me, Tribune. I can do with all the
seasoned commanders I can lay my hands on. The toll has
been heavy. Please join me and my aids for a quick meal
before we discuss strategy for tomorrow's engagement.'
The three men sat down and were soon joined by the
rest of the general's staff where the latest news from
Rome was discussed.
***
It was there during general conversation that Marcel
had heard the latest gossip from Rome. He had learnt of
how the Vitellians had in his absence exercised their
vengeance unchecked against his closest friends and
allies. His beloved Junia Calvina, with the assistance
of Polyphobe, had been able to divorce Aulus. L.
Vitellius.
In the meantime, Consul Lucius Vitellius the elder,
had taken advantage of the new political order to gain
favour with Agrippina and her son Nero. After much
goading by his son Aulus who beseeched him to help him
take revenge for his humiliation, Vitellius elder had
arranged to have his son's ex-wife accused of incest
with her brother Lucius Silanus. The young man was
betrothed to the Emperor's daughter and already quite
popular in Rome.
The Emperor had even organised lavish gladiator games
in his name and showered him with gifts. He stood
however in the way of Agrippina's ambitions of rule for
her and her son. Vitellius saw a way to both satisfy
his family honour and advance his political career. He
sought Agrippina's favour by becoming involved in her
projects and plots. It was her ambition that her son
the future Nero should marry the Emperor's daughter
Octavia. Unfortunately, Octavia was already betrothed
to Junia's brother Lucius.
He decided to prosecute Lucius Silanus for incest with
his attractive but shameless sister. He had fabricated
a story claiming that he had surprised the two in bed
together. He also stressed the unsavoury construction
behind their affection. The Emperor, particularly ready
to suspect the future husband of his beloved daughter
listened to the charges in silent anger and agreement.
'Strike him off of the role of Senators!' He
commanded. 'He must resign his office in disfavour and
immediately break with my daughter.'
The unfortunate Marcus Silanus had been expelled from
the senate and his functions but had struck back with
an amazing act that had Rome bursting in rumour: He had
committed suicide on Claudius's and Agrippina's
official wedding day! As for Junia, he had learned with
anguish that she had been banished. No one was able to
tell him more even though he questioned and probed.
Marcel met with Sevorix later that evening. He quickly
brought his freeman up to speed with the situation
concluding: ' ...and now she is in exile in some
forsaken place. I must find out what has happened. I
cannot stand this much longer.'
'Do you think this wise, Master? I mean your enemies
could learn of your whereabouts,' he said.
'I know and it is a terrible dilemma. Sevorix, I
cannot stand this anymore. She is far away now but I
must get word to her. We have both been torn by our
solitude and separation for too long. How I wish that I
could see her just one more instant: I long to
contemplate her radiant beauty again, to feel her
presence, hear her laughter, touch her tears, breath
her warm and discuss and share our suffering. This
banishment has devoured my soul, but the uncertainty of
her fate is just too much.'
'Perhaps, we could try to inquire discreetly...' Began
Sevorix reluctantly.
'Yes .You will go to Rome for me,' he resolved. 'You
are the only one I can trust here, my friend. You must
help me find out her fate. Go now as fast as you can
and bring me back news of her.'
He knew it wasn't wise to reveal himself so soon but
he had to do this. The next day, his messenger set off
on the long journey back to the City.
***
The next few weeks of fighting were intense and after
a series of inconclusive battles the enemy withdrew,
followed by the Roman army.
After a week long march, they came within sight of the
main enemy camp at a place named Newtown on the Severn.
The Pro-Prefect drew up his horse and they dismounted
to survey the encampment from safe distance.
'Well, it would seem that the scouts have given us
accurate information. The bastard has chosen his sight
well. That won't save him, just prolong the agony,'
said Osterius senior, gritting his teeth.
Marcel looked at the terrain, exploring its infinite
possibilities and the scenarios of encounters in his
mind. Caratacus had indeed counciled the Ordovices
well. He had selected his battlefield with care. Access
to the site was restricted by the mountain and a stone
wall fortification on the other three sides where the
gradient was easiest. As if this was not enough the
fourth side was defended by a river reputed hard to
cross.
'We should attack by the river,' said Marcel finally.
Publius Osterius was dismayed but reluctantly agreed.
'This will be very hard and we do face a stiff battle
with those British warriors. Try as I might, I cannot
see another option though.'
'This is madness,' cried Marcus Osterius, 'we will be
butchered as we cross. Let me take a force and attack
the main wall.'
'Without our siege engines this would indeed be
madness. We must bring them in range of the enemy
walls. No. We will follow the advice of our friend
here. Boldness and ingenuity will prevail.'
With these words the general marched his army easily
across the river under enemy fire. As the force
approached the wall the general carefully placed them
in battle formation and sent his officers to the front
to lead by example and physical courage.
Marcel's detachment made ready its battering rams.
They would smash through the wall and take the
stronghold by force. The soldiers carrying the rams
approached the wall. Marcel looked up and saw one of
the archers on top the wall take careful aim at him.
His right arm was disproportionately large. From this
and his confident posture he guessed that this must be
one of those infamous elite British archers he had
heard so much about. He was curious. Beware the general
who underestimated the value of good archers.
The barbarians prided themselves on the power of their
bows built from good English timber and the strength
and accuracy of their archers selected and trained for
this one task from childhood. He did not need to see
the man draw his bow to asses the deadly threat. The
string twanged audibly even at this distance and an
arrow soared through the air. Had Marcel not
immediately dodged to the left, feeling the rush of air
against his face as the arrow sped pass at a mere inch
from his helmet, that arrow would surely have struck
him straight in the head.
The man standing behind him was not so lucky. The
arrow planted itself in his neck and would have driven
right through the other side had it not hit the back of
his helmet. The legionnaire let out a gurgle and blood
sprayed out of his neck. He staggered, let go of his
sword, tried to grasp the protruding arrow, then fell
to the ground, his eyes already half glazed.
His death acted as a signal. War cries, shouts and
threats issued from the throats of the barbarian
defenders and in this confusion Marcel barked orders to
his men which were now within range of the rampart.
Arrows began to rain from the sky. Some fell short.
Others fell among the first ranks, dropping Roman's and
auxiliaries alike as the wood and steel found and
penetrated unprotected flesh.
'Close ranks! Form the turtle!' Cried Marcel. They had
to reach the wall and breach it or all would be lost.
Despite seeing their comrades fall, the survivors
obeyed in the quick and disciplined manner which so
typified the professional Roman soldier. The troops
advanced in close formation. They held their shields
above them in protection against the lethal cloud of
arrows which rained down.
The number of casualties dropped quickly after this
and soon the heavy pounding of the rams weakened a
section of the wall. Massive blocks of masonry came
tumbling down in a terrible blast and Marcel heard some
of the terrible screams of those unfortunate to be hit
or crushed by the tons of falling rock.
A first opening in the wall allowed the boldest Romans
to pour in. Marcel was amongst the first to enter the
enemy stronghold and engage in hand to hand combat with
the barbarians. Some were armed with swords or long
sticks, others with axes which they whirled above their
head. Their tactics were all the same, charge blindly
and rely on individual brute force. They had no
technique and the majority were no match for the
skilled opponent. Marcel made short work of the first
to men.
Looking around him he saw spied young Marcus Osterius.
He was wounded before his eyes. The boy looked down in
surprise at the arrow planted in his thigh, then bent
down, grabbed it and, clenching his jaws, wrenched it
out. Marcel saw a tear form in the corner of his eye as
the blood flowed from his wound, but he remained
standing where others would have fallen. Anyone capable
of such a feat would make a terrifying adversary to
these barbarians, he thought proudly.
One of the barbarians rushed at him armed with a
massive two bladed axe. As almost a reflex, Marcel
thrust his pilum at him. It ran him threw and he
dropped dead before he knew what had hit him. Marcel
bent down and picked up the weapon with a grin.
Weighing it in his hand with appreciation, then holding
the axe in one hand and his sword in the other he felt
ready to handle whatever these barbarians could throw
at him.
Not a moment too soon. Three English barbarians closed
in on him. Their chief, obviously an important leader
from the gold and pearls he wore was of massive build
and one foot taller than Marcel. He swung a double-
edged axe nearly as big as Marcel... He expected to
make simple work of his lone enemy. Marcel however did
not intend to make it easy for the guy.
Marcel thought that it would be dangerous to let such
a man pick his distance so he quickly advanced to meet
him. He feinted and struck out twice, but the barbarian
was so fast that Marcel's sword only managed to nick
his shoulder and chop off a splinter from his axe
handle. The giant smiled like a bear and struck back
with such strength that even though Marcel was able to
meet the blow with his axe, his weapon was wrenched
from his hand and the massive instrument continued
towards his head. Fortunately deflected, the blade
grazed his head, taking with it a slice of helmet from
the side! Brute strength does have some advantages,
thought Marcel, much more cautious now.
Marcel was stunned for a moment and the man, with a
victorious bellow, flew at believing he would make
short work of him. The giant clutched at him as if a
bear in an attempt to wrestle him in his arms and crush
him to death. This was a bad mistake. His last,
actually. Marcel quickly lifted up his sword and the
man threw himself on it with the weight of his own
attack, hurtled forward on his own momentum before he
could stop. His eyes went wide with astonishment and
horror and Marcel moved back, letting him slip off his
blade and to the ground.
Bending down, Marcel diligently picked up the dead
barbarian's axe and whirled it through the air to get a
feel for this even more impressive weapon. The two
other men fell back now. He read anxiety in their eyes.
Obviously the sight of their enemy now miraculously
standing before them armed with their chiefs big axe
was not very reassuring.
Before the two men could move or blink he charged
them. The axe danced so furiously through the air in a
halo of death that the unlucky men did not have time to
move out of the way. One of the men did raise his
staff: the axe sliced off both the stick and his hand.
The man let out a terrified cried. It was a carnage.
The axe cleft through flesh and bone alike, as if it
were butter. It was not much of a battle. After a
moment, Marcel stepped over the dismembered bodies and
moved on, looking for more men to feed the hungry
weapon.
A massive object swished by as fast as a rocket
quickly followed by a second projectile which hit the
wall behind them. The impact shook the ground like an
earthquake as the half ton rock ploughed into the stone
wall sending shrapnel and masonry flying. Marcel
coughed and wiped away the dust from his eyes, cursing
the artillery's keenness. One foot lower and the siege
engine would have devastated the ranks of the Romans.
Fortunately they had only brought one catapult with
them... Jupiter only knew what these young artillery
men would have done with more. As it was, when the dust
cleared, a large hole had appeared in the defensive
wall and this time the cheer went up from the Roman
ranks as the main body was able to march into the camp.
The trumpets sounded the new attack. Everywhere men
disengaged and rejoined the rank. The column reformed
and advanced. The enemy began to fall back, moving
uphill. They were now at a disadvantage, moving up the
steep mountainside and chased by a heavily armed column
of infantry. The shock of swords clashing against
shields rang out loud and metallic, but there was no
stopping the long pilum which thrust out far in front
of the tightly packed Roman shields.
Everywhere the enemy was breaking ranks and running
away. Marcel who had also rejoined his position plunged
his lance through the enemy in front of him. It went
through his stomach, his ribs and snapped his spine.
When he pulled it out, the man fell back and squirmed
in the throws of his last convulsions and was trampled
under foot by the advancing legion.
The remaining enemy didn't even make a pretence of a
fight. Having seen their comrades dispatched so
quickly, they decided to seek safety in flight. As
Marcel next adversary turned in flight, Marcel lifted
his lance, aimed and threw it like a javelin. The pilum
entered the man's back and knocked him forward onto the
ground. Driven by the weight of gravity, the lance,
transpearced him, pinning him to the ground like an
insect.
The battle ended there, with the small cavalry section
pursuing and cutting down the remaining survivors to
ensure total victory.
Marcel ordered his men to round up the prisoners and
caught sight of a proud woman. By her attire and the
solicitude he realised that this must be a relation of
one the leaders. After he had had the prisoners
questioned however he was astonished and delighted to
hear that his men had captured no other that the wife,
daughter and young boy of Caratacus. Osterius and the
Emperor would be proud indeed of these hostages!
Later he learned that Caratacus had fled to Brigantes
but the pro-Roman Queen Cartimandua conscious of
rebellion among her own subjects had handed him over to
the Romans authorities. This was a major victory for
Rome which would earn Osterius at least triumphal
ornaments and afford Marcel some protection from his
enemies upon his return to Rome.
***
With the success of the fighting and the backing of
Osterius, Marcel decided to follow the general back to
Rome. In three months he would be taking up his new
posting in Spain and the Senatorial rank which came
with it. It was time for him to make a move.
The detachment reached the port and the ships were
recalled for the crossing to Gaul. Marcel sat on his
bed in the seaport inn when a loud knock beckoned him.
'Who is it?' He replied walking to the door.
'Domine, there are visitors here for you,' replied the
innkeeper flustered.
He opened the door and faced a centurion and a full
platoon of guards. The men saluted him.
'Pro-Prefect Marcellus Cornelius, we salute you!
Centurion Maximus Valerius at your service!' The two
men greeted each other warmly. 'Delighted to see you
Valerius! What bring you so far?'
'Official business. I have been given orders to escort
the political prisoner Junia Calvina Silanus to exile
in Spain. Since you are the new Governor and are on
your way there, I thought I would take the initiative
and meet you part way.'
He grinned gingerly stepped aside. Their eyes met,
with astonishment surprise and overwhelming joy. There
she stood, his lovely angel, fairer than in dreams,
more radiant than he could ever have imagined. He had
longed for this moment so much that for a few moments
he stood there thunderstruck, unable to move a muscle.
Then she rushed up to him and threw her arms around
him.
'At last!' She managed to gasp as they fell into each
others arms, embracing passionately.
The End
Epilogue: Junia's Sins
Their life in Spain had been a good one, reflected
Marcel. It had been ten good years of peace there which
they had used to rebuild their lives away from the
political infighting of Rome followed by five terrible
years which had seen Junia's family fortunes destroyed.
Marcel had used the excuse of Junia's banishment to
remain in Spain and keep a low profile. But as with all
good things, it had to change. The political tides had
once more moved Junia's illustrious family. The chain
of events had first been set in motion four years into
their life in Spain when Agrippina had managed to
accuse Narcissus of illicit profiteering and supported
to the election to Consul of Junia's brother Decimus
Junius Silanus Torquatus.
At first, he had quietly begun to turn the tide of the
family fortunes and allied himself with Marcel's cousin
Marcus Marcellus. Together they secured a power base
which enabled Marcus's succession to the position of
Consul the following year. As for Junia's eldest
brother Marcus, he had managed also to gain a
governorship in Asia. This had lead to the strong point
in the family fortunes with the only negative Junia's
continuing banishment from Rome. For a moment it had
meant that the Junian-Marcellus families had held three
important imperial positions together. Unfortunately,
it had been their good fortunes which had attracted the
attention Agrippina.
Reviving the memories of Lucius whom she had removed,
she began to wonder whether Marcus might not be
plotting to avenge his brother's suicide. Taking
advantage of the poisoning of her husband Claudius and
the elevation of her son to the divine position of
Emperor, Agrippina decided to act to eliminate all
potential threats to her and her power. She stuck both
against Narcissus and Marcus Junius Silanus. Decimus
was already neutralised as his consularship had
expired, so she engaged a knight by the name of Publius
Celer and a former slave Heler, her agent in Asia, to
poison the Governor Marcus at dinner.
The story had eventually leaked out. Junia had wept
terribly and Marcel had sworn to avenge her. Together
with Decimus, they had bided their time and finally
managed to have Publius Celer publicly accused in Asia
three years later. The murderer barely managed to
escape his sentence and only by the timely intervention
of Agrippina and Nero. Unable to acquit him, Nero
managed to delay the case until he died of old age.
With two brothers dead, Junia had not been keen to
return to Rome but Nero had decided to show leniency
towards her following his mother's murder. She was
recalled her to Rome and Marcel had accompanied her.
Two years later Marcus Marcellus was disgraced and in
64 AD. Nero enforced death on Junia's brother Decimus
for no other reason than his nobility and ancestry. His
accusers charged him of extravagant generosity and
fermenting revolt. He was also accused of giving his
slaves titles used by the imperial household. Seeing
conviction ahead, Decimus opened his veins. Two years
later terror descended on the household: Junia's
nephew, Marcus's son, was accused of the same crime as
his uncle in spite of his low profile.
The charges were of allocating imperial
responsibilities to his slaves. He was banished by a
decree of the senate. He was confined in the Apulian
town of Barium where a Guard centurion was dispatched
to have him killed. He was killed resisting arrest when
he refused to commit suicide. At the same time, Junia's
younger sister Junia Lepida who had married the wealthy
Gaius Cassius was accused of black magic and incest
with her dead brother Lucius. Cassius was deported to
Sardinia. Two friends, Sen. Volcacius and the knight
Gaius Calpurnius Fabatus were also charged with
complicity together with Marcel. But they the three
managed to avoid condemnation by appealing to Nero who
dismissed them for insignificance.
Some time later in Rome...
One evening when her husband was not home, Junia had
decided to go out and enjoy herself. She was feeling
bored and just wanted to have a good time and meet
interesting new people. After due reflection, she
settled for the theatre. A family comedy was playing.
She really enjoyed it and laughed heartily on several
occasions. The play had finished early so when she had
left she and heard music blaring out of a little
taverna next door on impulse she had decided to enter.
It had been a long time since she had gone dancing with
her husband and she missed it sorely.
She had always secretly relished the freedom of
letting her body sway rhythmically to the music and had
not had the occasion for a long time. She felt a mixed
pent up frustration and a new overwhelming sensation of
freedom. She got onto the dance floor and remained
there. She danced, letting herself go, smiling in the
new-found freedom and joy. After a while, a man had
approached her and joining her on the dance floor. He
introduced himself as 'Frank.' He began to talk to her
and chat her up. She had reluctantly responded to his
invitation. They danced away and he bought her drinks.
Soon she was giggling and falling about under the
effect of the alcohol.
She laughed as he fumbled with her awkward clothes and
fondled her on the dance floor. She did not object when
he kissed her on the mouth and probed her intimately
sending his hand under the hem of her dress. She stared
him in the eyes, pupils dilated and hazy. Her face
flushed red, she felt hot, confused and terribly
aroused. The rest of the evening was like a pleasurable
dream. She did not object when he had proposed they go
back to his apartment. When they were alone, he had
kissed her avid quivering lips in a wet French kiss
while they touched intimately.
Frank took the liberty of feeling her arse. She only
smiled at the intimate touch. He would get quite a bit
more than a quick feel before that night was over!
Frank lost no time. He roughly pulled Junia against him
and kissed her probing the inside of her mouth with his
darting tongue. His arms were around her, and while his
left arm pinned her to him like a vic, Junia felt his
right hand resume its explorations of her bottom.
With great care and skill he managed to hike her skirt
high enough to slip that right hand of his under the
hem, and gain free access to the naked flesh of the
back of her left thigh above her stocking top. He also
treated his hand to still another roam across her soft,
warm flesh, and probed a finger or two up under the
elastic of the leg hole for an added thrill. All the
while his kissing had not missed a beat!
Junia unzipped her dress. She stepped out of it in a
very ladylike way, and tossed it over a chair. The
bulge in his trousers was begging to be set free of its
confinement, and Junia was getting curious of what it
looked like. She nudged toward the couch, and Frank
took her arm to gently tug her into sitting on his lap.
She could feel the hardness of Frank's cock pressing
into her soft behind as she sat on his lap. She
wondered if he knew just how deeply into her arse she
wished it was REALLY pressing at that moment! She could
feel a longing deep inside of her.
Frank was kissing her again, probing all the while at
the inside of her mouth with that delicious tongue of
his. This time, however, his hands had free access to
roam unchecked over all of her and roam they did. She
squirmed playfully on his lap and felt his now granite
hard cock digging even more urgently into the soft
flesh of her bottom. She was doing what she had always
wanted to do! She was sexually arousing a complete
stranger! She had become what she had always wanted to
be! She was a woman in every way that it was possible
for her to be a woman at that moment! She was living
the most incredible night of her entire life! She
wanted to savour every instant of it!!
It was also obvious that getting her into bed was the
primary thought in the guy's mind at that moment, and
Junia echoed it in her own mind as well. She wanted him
to get her into bed too!
Frank's right hand never left some part of her body as
they walked to the bed. She unbuttoned Frank's shirt,
and unbuckled his belt. She pulled the shirt off to
reveal his massive, hairy chest. Frank might not have
had a very handsome face, but his body was hard,
tanned, and muscular! She slipped her fingers into the
waistband of his briefs, and pulled them to his ankles.
A huge cock jumped forth, and slapped against her
cheek! It was fully seven inches long and two inches
thick! She gasped, and stared at the huge cock that
only minutes ago had been prodding her arse through
Frank's trousers. More than ever now, She wanted it in
her!! Frank lay on his back with his hard cock jutting
straight up.
She licked her way back to the base of Frank's cock
and teased its head with the tip of her tongue. She
found her way to his balls, and licked at them
hungrily. They were warm and hairy, and tasted just the
way a man's balls should taste to his woman. She worked
his cock in and out of her mouth slowly at first, but
gaining speed faster and faster as she worked! She
increased the pressure with her lips bringing him ever
closer to climax!
Frank's cock then all but literally exploded in her
mouth! His first stream of semen shot all the way to
the back of her throat, and splashed against her
tonsils before spilling down deep inside of her! He
continued to pump his cum into her mouth until Junia
thought it would overflow! She held it all in, and
lolled it on her tongue tasting the delicious saltiness
of it before greedily swallowing it all to keep for her
very own! His left hand suddenly slipped into her
crotch, and fingered her through the thin film of nylon
that was her tiny white panties.
She shivered with the ecstasy and anticipation of what
was about to happen! She turned her head to face him,
and out lips met. His tongue pressed its way back into
her mouth. It tasted sweet. She teased it with her own
tongue, and he responded by rolling to face her, and
enfolding her in his arms. Her mind was racing wildly!
She could think of nothing else but having Frank fuck
her in every possible way!
She did not have long to wait! Frank suddenly kneeled
up on the bed, and slid her onto her back before him.
His hands went to the elastic of panties, gripped them
with his fingers, and stripped them from her quivering
body!! He took hold of her calves to spread her legs,
so that he could kneel between them. She stared along
her body at Frank's cock hovering over her tummy with
its head scant inches from the head of her own penis.
He was naked, and Junia now wore only bra, garter-belt,
and stockings. He slipped a pillow under her hips to
raise her ass so that it would be easier for him to
enter her, and spread some K-Y Jelly over the head of
his cock. It was not a moment too soon! Frank moved
forward, and positioned his cock at her waiting
asshole.
She gasped deeply when its head popped past her
sphincter! She moaned as he thrust the seven inches of
its shaft up inside of her! He waited only for a moment
while Junia caught her breath, and began a slow,
rhythmic, in and out motion, fucking her to further
heights of passion! Her mind reeled with it all! At
last she was being laid like a lady! She did not want
it to stop!!
Soon she felt something else warm at her arsehole.
Frank's cock soon started to grow warm and twitch
inside of her, and Junia knew that he was close to
cumming. Suddenly Frank thrust his cock's full length
into her! She felt it spasm, and then a warmth grew
deep within her bowels! He was cumming as hard and hot
and she eagerly received his full load of semen!
She had fulfilled the woman in her! Her lover had
fucked her and Junia enjoyed every second of his
cumming!!
Frank's cock slipped from her arse as he fell back
exhausted on the next to her. She felt a wetness on her
tummy as he moved away. She too has cum from the
touching of our bodies together! She slid the pillow
from beneath her, and lay quietly next to him.
She had sampled all that her female sexuality that
night. She knew that it would happen again. They had
enjoyed sexual intercourse together, copulating with
animal lust. They had remained for hours together
making love several times, fornicating in pure carnal
bliss until he had made her come repeatedly and
violently as he rubbed her clitoris, crying out in
forbidden sin. She had rarely experienced such a
fulfilling sensation with her husband.
She did not return home until the early hours of the
morning, totally shattered and physically spent, her
vagina tender and sore. Her face was flushed and she
was breathing heavily. Marcel looked into her beautiful
face and kissed her gently in the lips. She was guilty
of something and she wasn't a good actress. When Marcel
had questioned her on her whereabouts she had made up
an excuse and jumped onto him even before he could get
the light turned on. Junia attacked him and gave him a
passionate kiss. Marcel leaned her back against the
wall and started to grind into her gently. He took her
hands down to the edge of her dress and reached
underneath. She moaned as he moved his hands upward to
reach inside her panties.
You can just imagine how his hand jumped when he
encountered her bare pussy hairs instead of her
panties. He smiled and asked her where her panties
were... she said that she they were stained and that
she had taken them off at the restaurant when she went
to the rest room. He slid a finger inside her and
noticed it went right in without any resistance. Her
pussy was all stretched out and messy with sperm
deposit. Marcel fucked her like a jackrabbit. It was
over so fast, she hardly felt anything. He just pumped
her full of sperm and rolled over. Marcel half guessed
what had happened. After he had found out about his
wife's true 'needs,' the need to be fucked to oblivion
by a strange stud, his perverted interests stopped him
from confronting her to stop. The feelings he got from
her activities were the most intense a man can enjoy.
As they lay in bed for a while together, Marcel asked
if Junia had ever thought what it would be like to have
another man's cock pumping her pussy, about making love
to two guys at once? Of course she had but they had
never had an opportunity to try. Marcel began talking
about how he thought it would be fun if he brought home
a well hung man into their bed. Marcel told her that he
wanted her to have sex with the man, while he watched.
That he wanted to watch her have sex with this guy from
and then he wanted to eat her out, taking in all his
cum. He thought Junia would be revolted by his
suggestion. Instead, he was surprised. She clearly
understood that Marcel wanted someone to fuck her and
she wanted someone she did not know to fuck her.
'Come on, now! It's every woman's fantasy to have two
men make love to her at once.' Argued Marcel.
'That's what men must think. What a woman wants is
just one man who is loyal and good, and who truly loves
her.' She replied, defensively. 'That might be what
other women want, but not you. You want one man that
loves you, and another one that fucks you. That much
I'm sure of. Now how about two men to fuck you? Trust
me, Junia, you're going to love this, I promise. You
just surrender yourself and relax and let me organise
things.'
'I'm not sure...' She replied.
At first Junia was a bit put off by the idea but over
a period of about three months Marcel convinced her
that it would be for our physical excitement and not an
emotional attachment.
She asked him if he were serious about what he had
told her. He replied by saying that it had been a
fantasy of his for many years and that, yes, he was
very serious. He asked her the same question to which
she replied, why not? Junia then had asked him if he
was sure that he wanted her to go all the way. Marcel
had replied that he really wanted her to, but only if
she desired it. He whispered to her that he could make
it happen if she was interested. From the way she
kissed him with eager intensity he felt he had her
answer. In reality he was excited about seeing her with
another man and he thought he was looking forward to
the experience as much or more so than she. He had
always wanted to watch his wife fuck another guy while
he was watching. So he finally decided to do something
about it.
Marcel knew that Junia was a little nervous about this
new direction their sex life was about to take and he
wanted to keep her as relaxed and into it as possible,
because it was something he really wanted. She found
the idea of screwing other men strangely arousing.
Junia had always said that life was too short to let
pleasure pass them by. They resolved that no immediate
changes would be made to their relationship but that
Marcel was free to seek a guy with the big dick.
In fact, Marcel found the idea of her screwing other
men strangely arousing too. He told her he wanted her
to let go of herself and have fun. He wanted her to
have sex with other men. She told him that she wanted
that too and he took her to bed and really pounded her
with his hard cock. She asked who he had in mind. He
told her he had a friend named Pogus who happened to be
hung like a horse. He could introduce him to her and
they could get to know each other. After some thought
she admitted that the idea sounded interesting but that
she was not experienced in this sort of thing and was a
little shy and very nervous about the whole matter.
When Marcel told Junia that he wanted her to have sex
with Pogus, she asked him if he was sure that he wanted
her to go all the way. Marcel told her that he really
wanted her to but only if she wanted to – she could
stop matters wherever she wanted. If things worked out
they would take it from there, if not he would leave.
He asked if she wanted him to give Pogus a call and
invite him over for the weekend. He assured her that if
she wanted to stop at any time they would do so. She
thought for a moment and said, 'It's up to you.' She
replied, trying to act indifferent, 'but I have to tell
you straight away that my pussy is wet in anticipation.
I want it badly.'
So Marcel made the call to Pogus. Although nothing was
said the next day he knew that Junia was reconciled to
the visit. She made no objections when Marcel made the
preparations. When he had spoken to Pogus, the only
condition he had laid our was that she wear her
tightest fitting skirt, high heels that accentuated her
welcoming legs and no panties so Marcel had ensured all
was in order. If things worked out Marcel knew that his
wildest dream would to come true. He still had his
doubts as to whether she would go through with it
however. As they evening drew near, she had become more
and more nervous.
She was unable to sit still and her hands were
shaking. After a while, she had gone back into the
bedroom and changed into a short black mini skirt and
stockings, a black see through blouse, the bra was
black that pushed her tits up. When she reappeared,
Marcel gasped. The black blouse hugged her breasts and
waist, molding her nipples like a second skin. Junia's
black spandex skirt covered only a few inches of thigh
and molded her ass into ripe, twin globes. The absence
of pantyhose made her feel practically naked. She
looked stunningly beautiful and sexy.
'I want to be beautiful for him,' she said.
Marcel's dick was so hard as he looked at her. He
could not get the image of his friend eating Junia
while he fucked her from behind out of my mind. Marcel
saw a chance for his fantasy to come to life, and he
was going to help it along all he could. The
butterflies had arrived just as the sun began to go
down and the moment of truth approached. Marcel did not
know if she would be receptive to a stud doing her
pussy and her ass. After all she was a proper
attractive and prude woman.
When Pogus arrived and Marcel made the introductions
he could tell Pogus was impressed. Junia opened the
door and she looked very stunning in her heels and her
very short black skirt barely covered her crotch and
with plenty of cleavage showing. Her blouse was low cut
and it was obvious she wore no bra, a change of plan at
the last moment. She looked fantastic. Moreover, Junia
was a very pretty lady and had a gorgeous trim and
attractive figure. Marcel introduced Pogus as she
feasted her eyes on his nice frame and charming smile.
Well Marcel was no longer concerned when he saw her
expression and acceptance of this young guy who was
about to get the best sex she had ever had.
Junia was not indifferent to his charms and attention
even if she was nervous and unsure. As they sat and
talked Marcel realized Pogus was detailing his wife
with undisguised interest. He was having a hard time
concentrating on her face, as while she talked her
skirt had ridden up until it was just covering her
upper thighs, exposing finely shaped legs wrapped in
silk stockings at topped with black lace garters. She
sat in a chair opposite Marcel and Pogus, unconsciously
teasing them by opening her legs and giving them a
glimpse up her skirt. Marcel could tell his wife was
extremely nervous, shy and unsure on how to get it
started. He whispered in her ear,
'How are you doing?'
She said she was a little nervous, but she would be
all right. She had never had another man, and he could
imagine that this was causing her some mixed feelings.
That was why he had arranged a little entertainment to
lighten up matters. After the meal he put on an erotic
show for them at the house for that evening's
entertainment.
Junia went into the other room to fetch drinks. When
she returned, she took the seat next to Pogus and after
smoking a joint the flirting and sex talk started up.
After Junia had found out the nature of the actors, she
had been angry at him but had to withhold her remarks
in front of her guest. It was quite crude. Simply two
couples fornicating in tandem. She had kept her eyes on
the simulation not sure if she should be embarrassed or
excited. She also felt uncomfortable watching this,
seated between the two men, Pogus and her husband.
There was a woman on all fours and there was a guy
with a huge cock fucking her in from behind while she
was giving another guy the deepest blow job you can
imagine. The second woman assisted. Needless to say
Marcel's cock was as hard as a rock now and he decided
he wouldn't cover it up anymore. He stared and he could
not believe his eyes or ears, the moaning was
unbelievable.
As the on-screen action heated up Marcel began to
stroke Junia's shoulders and neck. Soon she was
purring. He asked Junia: 'Does this stuff turn you on?'
To that she responded: 'Yes, very much so. You know I
am,' she hissed, her breath escaping.
Marcel looked at Junia. She looked back at him like he
had only seen during their sexual fantasy. Yeah! She
was thinking what he was thinking. Marcel put his hand
on her stockinged leg just below her skirt.
'No, Marcel. Please.' Protested Junia; but she failed
to convince even him.
He pushed Junia's skirt up a couple of inches then
withdrew. Her short dress rode up a little, exposing
some lovely thighs. Pogus put his arm across the low
back of her stool and continued talking to her. After
some time, Marcel saw his wife sit up straighter.
Marcel began stroking the back of her neck. When he
felt her relax and get into the neck rub. Marcel turned
her head towards him, giving her a brief kiss, followed
by another. She responded and they began necking in
front of Pogus. Pogus was following the action and he
turned her face towards him; she hesitated, but then
allowed him to kiss her, finally breaking the kiss.
Junia broke the kiss and looked over at Marcel,
raising an eyebrow questioningly.
'Is this okay with you, Marcel?'
What could he say? It was exactly what they had asked
for.
'Yes,' he said through the lump in my throat.
Pogus took this as a cue and kissed her again.
After a short time, Marcel motioned for Pogus closer.
He placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked a little
scared, but Marcel nodded to her that he approved. She
mouthed the words 'You sure?' and he nodded again. She
closed her eyes in resignation and turned back to
Pogus. This time, she leaned slightly toward him.
Marcel saw Pogus's hand glide across her back, as he
put his hand over his wife's shoulder, gently rubbing
her bare back about where her bra strap hooked.
At first Junia sat up straighter and stiffly for a few
seconds, like she was going to stop him. She looked at
Marcel with questioning eyes. When she saw him grinning
she stuck her tongue out, but then she relaxed a little
and let him rub the back. Marcel raised the erotic
level by stroking her breast through her dress as he
kissed her.
After a few moments, Marcel noticed that Pogus had
placed his other hand on Junia's thigh above her
stocking tops. She looked at Marcel for support. His
did not say anything to stop them. In fact, Marcel gave
him a wink and he softly stroked her leg through the
material and gently hiked up her skirt to give him a
better view. He was staring at her now rock hard
nipples discernible through her top. Marcel watched the
guy's hand start to caress his wife's bare thighs,
stroking them up and down, first one leg then the
other. He couldn't take his eyes off of Pogus's hand
working the little skirt higher and higher, showing
more and more as he fondled her thighs, where her skirt
had now been pushed up high. His cock was getting rock
hard at the sight.
Marcel felt his heart beating loudly. She kept moving
his hand away but he was persistent. She looked at
Marcel for a reaction and when he gave her a grin, she
held his stare. Marcel was hard as a rock. Would she go
through with it? He could only hope. He waited with
baited breath. As Pogus ran his hand up her long legs
and her thigh his wife allowed her legs to
instinctively part more. Junia started to move close to
Marcel and pressed her back against his chest. Marcel
adjusted his dick in his pants and slowly moved his
other hand to her right breast and fondled her through
her blouse again. He stopped, then undid three buttons
of his wife's blouse so that he could see his hand cup
her bra-covered breasts.
Junia was wearing a sexy white lace bra that she
reserved only for special occasions. Marcel ignored her
silent question, kissing her again, tugging the front
of her blouse down to her waist, exposing her sheer bra
and the nipples visible. Marcel let his hands roam,
unclipped her bra, pushing it aside easily. She
shivered as Marcel began rubbing and stroking her firm
gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were erect, harder and
bigger than he had ever seen them. Marcel brought his
hands up under her arms and touched her nipples,
rolling them between his fingers, making her whimper as
he played with them while she watched the woman on her
hands and knees sucking one big cock while another was
thrusting in and out of her cunt.
His wife was shocked but was too hot and bothered to
stop Marcel's fingers from fondling her. Junia
unbuttoned her bra completely in order to give her
husband better access. Marcel moved the action along
stroking her breast and Pogus did the same on her other
breast. She was protesting, but she was becoming
aroused by the combination of the drinks, the explicit
show and their kisses and caresses. Marcel caressed her
naked exposed breasts, moving his mouth to her nipples
which were fast becoming erect.
She reached behind her back and fondled Marcel's
erection through his bulging tunic. Her hands began
squeezing and stroking his hard cock. Marcel kissed her
deeply, hotly and at broke off. She was gasping for
breath. Marcel could see that her desires were
building. She was flushed and aroused.
'There's no need to be ashamed. It's completely normal
to get aroused when you kiss a man.' Marcel said, which
made her face turn even redder.
She pressed herself closer to her husband. Marcel
moved his hand down to her thighs, and stroked her
there, pushing her dress up a little more, exposing her
stocking tops. Following his lead he also moved his
hand down to her thighs, pushing her dress up till her
garter straps were exposed. Marcel was surprised that
she let matters go this far, but she said, 'This has
gone far enough guys.'
But she didn't make an effort to stop us, probably
wondering how far they would go with this and as long
as she wasn't physically putting up any resistance,
Marcel was determined to continue.
Marcel reached down and put his hand on Junia's right
leg. Pogus noticed and looked at him. MarceI smiled at
him. Marcel pulled a little on Junia's leg to part her
knees and she spread them further apart. When she did
this, her skirt rode up further. Marcel had a clear
view of her matching lace panties and thigh high
stockings. Junia normally wore pantyhose but tonight
she had dressed for easy access. His wife relaxed her
legs and he was soon rubbing the bare skin on the
inside of her thighs.
In spite of her original protest, reluctance and
nervousness, he suddenly suspected that his wife was
going to let this stranger fuck her. Marcel began to
move his hand very slowly up her leg and began
inserting a finger into her sex and discovered that she
was soaked and ready for action. His hands were
shaking. He had never been so excited. He could tell
she was getting excited, too, because he felt that she
was getting very wet. Marcel began to slowly move it in
and out. He felt Junia begin to move on the seat, just
enough for him to tell.
Pogus was making no effort to hide his lust for Junia.
She smiled at her spouse as he caressed her and
whispered in his ear, 'Honey, are you sure you want to
do this ... you really are okay with Pogus having me?
You know this cannot go all the way?'
He kissed her and whispered, 'I understand, but why
don't you continue. I want you to be happy and
fulfilled.'
Pogus was watching her and Marcel nodded to him.
'Let's show Pogus what lovely, firm breasts you have.
Lift your arms, baby. God, I love these little tits of
yours.' Said Marcel. 'Go ahead, Pogus, give them a
little touch.'
Junia said, 'Okay, but no sex' and calmly removed her
blouse. At this point Marcel was worried since she had
never exposed herself to another man, but to his
surprise she did not seem to notice or care. Now her
large and firm 38s with their hard pink nipples were
exposed. She then helped Pogus remove his shirt. She
ran her fingers across his well-muscled chest and then
stood briefly and let her skirt fall to the floor.
Marcel's wife was naked except for her lace panties and
her stockings.
Pogus started to slowly and lightly stroke Junia's
other breast. Junia threw Marcel a questioning glance,
then looked over at Pogus and smiled warmly. She looked
back at her husband and saw he was looking up at her,
alternately making eye contact and watching Pogus's
hands on her chest. He smiled encouragingly to Junia to
proceed further. She had his permission to go ahead.
She turned back to Pogus, holding the cups of her bra
over her breasts in mock modesty as she again reminded
Pogus of the 'no sex' rule. He answered but he may have
only groaned as he saw her 38s for the first time.
'Do you want Pogus to kiss you? Admit it, Junia. Say
it out loud, we want to hear you say it.'
'Yes Marcel, I want it.' His wife finally admitted.
Pogus bent over, his hands on her shoulders, until he
was kissing at her neck. Junia was still staring at
Marcel, her hands were gripping the armrests of the
chair she was in, but her head tilted a little,
exposing more of her neck, making it easier for Pogus.
Marcel knew his fantasy had a chance, he just knew it.
Pogus smiled at Junia. He locked eyes with Marcel's
wife for more than a comfortable moment then looked at
her husband. He gave Marcel a half smile while his eyes
darting about, sizing Marcel up. Marcel guessed he
thought him no challenge.
Junia turned her face towards him and they began
kissing, gently at first and then deeply. His wife
responded hotly to the man's kiss and Marcel saw Pogus
slide his tongue into her open mouth. With a moan she
took his tongue in and sucked it as she kissed him.
Junia was sucking his tongue and he put his hand on her
thigh. They again parted and his breathing was now in
gasps. Marcel moved back so he could watch them. It was
incredibly arousing. He was watching my wife making out
with another man.
Junia who was now very hot was responding to a man
they had only met that evening and Marcel wasn't
stopping it as he was becoming very hard to what was
happening. He was watching his wife making out with a
strange man, and liking it. They continued to kiss as
Pogus let his hands roam over her silk breasts. She
smiled coyly at Pogus.
Pogus continued caressing her thighs, caressing the
bare flesh above her stocking tops. His wife was
moaning now as they continued the assault on her body.
She was beginning to be alarmed as they steadily
stroked and caressed her trembling body. Finally she
said, 'That's enough, you guys can just quit.'
But her voice lacked conviction. Marcel didn't think
she would let us go this far, so Marcel was determined
to continue until she yelled uncle.
Marcel was kissing her, holding her down as Marcel
continued to work on her breasts, which were now very
firm. Pogus was stroking her naked thighs, pushing her
dress further and further up till we could see her lacy
panties. He managed to separate her thighs enough so
that he could get his hand between them, moving his
hand upwards till he reached the crotch of her panties,
eliciting a groan from his wife when he touched her
there, pressing against her vagina.
His wife was flushed and trembling. Pogus tugged her
dress and slipped it up until it was bunched at her
waist, her sheer panties completely exposed.
Junia was becoming alarmed and she said, 'This has
gone far enough! I can't believe the two of you are
doing this to he. What are you thinking? Are you
thinking of doing it to me, right here on this sofa?
Are you two thinking of fucking me?'
Marcel kissed her while she was still talking,
shutting off her objections. She had closed her legs
but Pogus soon had them opened once more as he was
kissing her naked thighs. Soon he had them opened even
more, moving between them, pressing his mouth against
the narrow band of her panties, his wife gasping again.
Marcel was so hard that he had to look away for a few
seconds to keep from climaxing in his shorts. When he
looked back, Pogus had his hand inside the front of
Junia's panties and judging from what Marcel could see
his finger was completely inside her pussy.
When he inserted a finger, Junia quickly closed her
legs. She moaned and began writhing with her legs held
firmly together. The rush Marcel was feeling was only
getting stronger so he opened his pants to give his
cock more room. Junia was enjoying the experience too
and was moaning as Pogus began to rub her mound and
Marcel could clearly see his fingers into her soft
flesh. His wife pushed her pussy against Pogus' hand,
giving him full access and taking his finger inside
her. Then she turned her body slightly toward him and
pushed her breasts into his face. She was giving Pogus
full and open access to every part of her body. Junia
put one arm around his neck and pulled herself even
closer as Pogus' finger plunged in and out of her
pussy. His wife's other hand reached for his waist and
fumbled with his zipper. Junia was completely giving
herself to this man Marcel had selected for her.
Junia closed her eyes and started bucking against his
hand as he finger-fucked her while he sucked on her
breast. The squishy sounds coming from between her legs
told Marcel that she was very wet. He noticed that she
was rubbing his crotch, through his slacks, and trying
to free his cock.
His wife was moaning continuously, very aroused as
they continued. Pogus grasped the waistband of her
panties and Junia said, 'Please don't take his panties
off.'
But he ignored her and pulled them from under her,
pulling them down her thighs and legs, pulling them
completely off, exposing her very bushy vagina.
She closed her legs again, but he soon had her spread
once more, pressing his tongue into the moist lips of
her pussy.
Junia was groaning at the contact, and then groaning
louder as he worked his tongue into her, stroking into
her. There was a gasp from her as he found her
clitoris, stroking, circling and lifting the delicate
bud, his tongue working magic on her. She was
whimpering, moaning, becoming more and more aroused,
her passion taking over, her body moving involuntarily.
She looked at Marcel with disbelief, unable to
understand this was happening. But the drinks, the
salacious show and the romantic situation all created
an erotic high. Marcel couldn't believe that his
faithful wife had let things go this far; Marcel
thought she would definitely call a halt at some point,
but she made only feeble attempts to stop the action
and Marcel was becoming very aroused, feeling myself
hardening.
Junia's cries became louder; and she began shaking and
crying out, her body is spasm as she climaxed. They
both quickly stripped, and her eyes widened as she saw
that we were naked and sporting large erections. She
gasped as she viewed Pogus's very thick and very hard
cock which was jutting straight out, pointed at her.
She said, 'Oh no! You're not going to put that in ms!'
'Do you want to fuck him?' Marcel whispered in her
ear. He put two fingers against the entrance to her
pussy. She instinctively pulled her legs up, her hands
behind her knees, and his fingers slipped into her.
'Do you want to watch me fuck him?' She asked.
She closed her legs, but she was so weak from her
orgasm that he easily spread them again. Pogus dug deep
inside her wet slit. Marcel fucked her slowly with his
fingers, drawing them out and dipping them back as
deeply as they would go several times. She put her
hands against the back of his head and pulled him close
and whispered into his ear, 'I want to feel his cock
cum deep inside my belly.' She was grinding herself
against his fingers.
She turned to Pogus and said, 'You know what my
fantasy is?' She began. 'I have always fantasized about
having sex with both my husband and someone else at the
same time. Something turns me on about the idea of
having two men want me at the same time.' Marcel
reached behind and kissed her. The two men now started
to suck and lick Junia's nipples. She responded with
little sounds of pleasure. They continued to play with
these lovely toys, Pogus on one and Marcel on the
other, Junia was feeling nothing but pleasure. Junia
leaned back with her eyes closed and she began to moan
quietly as Pogus's hand stroked her intimately inside
her thighs once more. Junia turned to her husband and
started to kiss him fiercely.
Marcel looked between her legs. Pogus had his fingers
inside her. Her legs spread wider. Marcel could clearly
see him press two fingers deep into her pussy and hear
them squelch juicily as he worked them round and round,
in and out. Marcel watched as Pogus rubbed the wetness
from her cunt over her swollen clit. He had trouble
stopping himself from ejaculating as he watched Pogus
slide his fingers in and out of his wife's pussy.
His wife's legs were spread and her cunt fully exposed
to a man they had only met tonight, as she looked over
to her husband, her eyes shining and glazed with lust.
Marcel pulled her right leg and she opened her legs
even wider. Now Pogus and Marcel could clearly see his
hand and his fingers going in and out of Junia pussy.
Her moans were now audible in the room, and she gasped
as Pogus put a couple of fingers in her cunt.
'Oh God!' She gasped as her head flopped back on the
sofa, jerking and twitching occasionally as Pogus
finger-fucked her.
Marcel could see that Pogus was finger fucking his
wife hard as she kissed him hotly, her legs fully
spread to give him easy access to her. Marcel's cock
was straining to get out of his pants. Her face was hot
and flushed. Marcel looked at Junia. She was giving him
the look that said to get rid of Pogus. At this point
Pogus just turned to Marcel and said out loud: 'Buddy,
I think I'm going to fuck your wife.'
Junia's mouth dropped open and she said, 'I don't
think so...'
She stood up from the table and glared at her husband.
He just shrugged his shoulders and said, 'We're going
up to bed now...' And he gave Pogus a wink.
Marcel took his wife's hand and led her upstairs
towards the bedroom. Junia glanced at him and they
exchanged a look of deep communion. He knew they
understood each other perfectly. Marcel kept kissing
his wife as they entered the room and began unbuttoning
her shirt. They got straight into bed, not even
bothering to undress. She was so horny and aroused she
just wanted to rip Marcel's clothes off and climb onto
his cock.
'Not so fast,' Marcel said, grabbing her hands. 'Let's
take our time.' As he spoke he pushed her back onto the
bed and began to kiss her. She was very turned on. She
closed her eyes and took his tongue into her mouth and
began to suck on it like a cock. In return his hands
brushed across her breasts, gently stroking my nipples.
She was desperate to fuck and he knew it, but he wanted
her wild with lust instead. Little by little he slid
his hands across her body, feeling every inch of her.
By the time he got to her pussy, she was on fire.
Spreading herself as wide as she possibly could, she
told Marcel to caress and touch her while she fondled
and sucked his dick.
The door opened and in walked Pogus. His eyes lit up
when he saw Marcel's wife, in panties, sucking Marcel's
cock. When Junia saw him and realized that he was
standing there watching, she let out an involuntary
moan and stopped sucking, too startled to speak. Her
hand shot up to her mouth. She blushed like crazy. She
tried to pull her skirt down over her exposed thighs.
'Are you two going to fuck or just play with each
other all night? Don't mind me.' Said Pogus with a sly
grin.
He looked at Marcel and said he hoped Marcel
remembered what he had said earlier. She froze, looking
at Marcel for what to do. Marcel said not to bother on
his account and that she looked incredibly sexy. This
made her blush some more, and for the first time Marcel
noticed her nipples had grown at least two inches
through her top.
Junia's eyes traveled slowly from Pogus's eyes, down
his muscular body and eventually to the bulge of his
long, thick cock. Marcel told her that he hoped she
would enjoy her surprise and a nervous smile appeared
on her lips as her gaze alternated from looking
directly at the bulge in the guy's trousers from his
swollen cock, to looking into he husband's eyes and
back to the cock. What the fuck, he thought, she looked
great and Pogus might as well just join them.
Pogus sat himself at the foot of the bed watching
them. From the smile on his face, Junia could guess
what he was thinking. She was about to protest when
Marcel pushed her back down on the bed. Her legs were
still spread, and before she could close them, he was
slipping his hand down her panties. Pogus felt his dick
trying to rip its way out of his tunic, the air was so
thick with sexual tension you could cut it with a
knife. Marcel leaned over and pulled her to him and
they started kissing open-mouthed with lust. He was
fumbling with her clothes while Pogus lay down beside
them and undid his tunic slowly.
'Well, pull out your cock, Pogus. Junia wants to see
it, don't you Junia?'
'Yes, I want to see it.' She replied, barely audibly.
'Sure you do. Look at that! He's got a nice big cock.
You want it, don't you. It's dirty, it's sinful, but
he's going to fuck your pussy and you're going to love
it having his cock in your belly, aren't you?'
Her pink nipples were hard and they quickly each
started sucking on them while taking off their own
clothes. When Marcel finished undressing he moved down
and started kissing her cuntal lips and running his
tongue up and down her slit and sucking on her cunt
through her soaked panties. Her slit was nearly
dripping with pussy-juice and he tasted her strong
cuntal aroma through her panties. He slipped his thumbs
into the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them
aside. The musky scent was stimulating, but her taste
was addictive. He lowered his face between her legs and
buried his face in his wife's bare dripping snatch. She
held her breath. She was not sure what he intended to
do. And then, when he licked the entire length of her
trench, she felt as if a small amount of electricity
was being sent through her body. It thrilled her.
He gave her bare pussy an incredible tongue job. She
simply laid back, closed her eyes and enjoyed it. He
wanted to stop time and just lap her up for eternity.
He reached around her legs and pulled her cheeks apart
to get his tongue into her even further. Several times
he found that he was so far in he couldn't breathe. She
began rocking her hips back and forth wildly and he had
to hang on tightly to keep contact with his mouth. He
then began to kiss her all over her body and she
groaned with bliss. She slipped her hands down and
pulled up his erection, cradling it her fist. He was
very well hung. His was by far the largest she had ever
seen and it left her speechless and aroused. His naked
wife was on her knees gently caressing the guy's long
erection with her small hands. She toyed and
masturbated his enormous and swollen pizzle.
Junia groaned with passion and tried to kiss Marcel
hungrily on the mouth but he turned his head and lips
away from her kiss, avoiding her mouth. Grabbing her by
the hair and pulling her head back, he said, 'If you
really want to use your mouth, try sucking his big dick
instead. Try to make it hard.'
Marcel pushed her over towards the man's cock. Pogus
had a 9-incher that was really thick. She looked at
Pogus. Their eyes met and her lips curled in a
salacious and sinful smile. Marcel's wife had never
seen an uncut cock and immediately began to stroke his
manhood. She seemed really fascinated with how the
foreskin would pull back to expose the tip of his cock.
His cock seemed slightly longer than her husband's and
nearly as thick but the uncut head made it more pointed
compared to his blunt cap. She grabbed it with both
hands and started rubbing up and down its massive dark
length.
She let his hard cock slip from her mouth and moved up
to kiss him again. She grabbed Pogus's head and pulled
him up to her and gave him a deep tongue-filled kiss.
Marcel never imagined he would ever see Junia playing
with another cock, but it was certainly something he
was immensely enjoying. Junia had managed to bring the
shaft to full attention, as it expanded in both length
and thickness. It now pointed up at least ten inches.
Marcel began rubbing the impressive shaft against
Junia's face. Back and forth across her cheeks, her
forehead and finally her lips. As he was doing this,
Junia's hands went between her legs as she played with
her clit. Marcel couldn't believe that she consciously
realised what she was doing. Still holding the cock,
Marcel began rubbing the tip right across her lips. She
lowered her head and gave the tip of the penis a kiss.
Her tongue licked all over the head up to his fingers.
She bent down and leaned over the towering cock and
her lips quivered as they fell onto her prey and
encircled the head. She slowly slid her lips over it,
opening her cute little mouth to let the stranger's
penis enter. He didn't care about her. He tried to push
his shaft deep into her mouth. She worked it a little
with her lips and tongue, but didn't let more than half
of Pogus's long member into her mouth. Her head began
to work up and down the shaft, leaving a shinny film of
saliva mixed with sperm on the man's blood gorged tool.
Here was his stark naked wife with a naked well-hung
man next to her, feeling her over while his wife
grabbed and sucked the man's dick. Her mouth was
opening and closing around it.
He was impressive even when only partially deployed
and hard, never mind now. She opened up her mouth and
fed a few more inches in which allowed her to really
start using her whole mouth. He was deep in her throat.
Soon she had as much of this large cock as she could
fit in her mouth as Pogus began pumping the cock in
rhythm with her sucking. Marcel slipped two fingers
into the wettest pussy he had felt in a long time.
She groaned around the cock, and Pogus held the sides
of her head as he started to fuck her mouth. They were
both getting hotter by the second. Pogus was moaning as
Junia sucked his cock and she was bucking against his
fingers. Marcel looked at Pogus as his wife stood there
being sucked on and handled by his friend. Junia looked
over to Marcel with lust in her eyes and asked him if
he wanted to see more. Marcel was so hot he could only
nod.
Marcel left her panties on and continued to eat her
until the crotch was totally soaked. He then moved over
and watched her suck Pogus's dick. He knew Pogus was
enjoying it as she loved to have a man in her mouth.
She sucked his dick like never before. As he watched,
she switched to sucking the cock with a twisting
action. Marcel knew that she was hot, turned on and
hooked. As Junia continued to orally service her stud,
Marcel began probing her drenched pussy with his
fingers. She was so wet that he had no problem getting
three fingers in her hole. Just watching her with a
pound of adulterous flesh pumping out of her sweet
chaste lips gave Marcel a tremendous erection.
He was aching to make love to his beautiful bride. He
wanted to fuck her so badly yet he couldn't tear
himself away from watching her giving this erotic blow
job to a perfect stranger. It was extremely erotic to
see Junia's white checks bulging with the big shaft.
Marcel began to wonder if she would be willing to let
this massive rod into her sweet juicy pussy while he
watched and helped. He realised that now he would have
to share her with this man and watch her get screwed
like a slut and come on the guy's big dick.
She moved onto her knees, her arse in the air on the
bed, totally exposed to Marcel's view. Marcel slowly
removed her panties, which exposed a wonderful small
cunt covered by a small tuft of hair. He licked her
pussy and she moaned for him not to stop as she was so
ready to orgasm.
Instead, Marcel slipped around her and placed the head
of his swollen cock against her cunt lips. He grabbed
her hips and pulled her back onto his rod. Junia
stopped sucking Pogus for a moment and her eyes closed
in passion as her husband began ramming into her from
behind. She grunted softly with each of his thrusts,
then started working on the other man's throbbing cock
again, her head bobbing up and down, her lips pasted to
the sticky tool. Marcel pushed his shaft deep into her
slit. For a moment, she felt used, violated, somehow
cheap. She felt a subtle pain from these two cocks that
are roughly fucking both her holes. The rudeness
created a strange pleasure. You felt stretched at both
of her openings. Her body trembled as she moaned with
lust. Wow she remembered thinking, she didn't know if
it was her state of arousal or his size but did it feel
good! It was wonderful. Her legs wrapped around his
back taking him deep inside me.
Every time Marcel's hard tool slid into her damp
pussy, their privates made these obscene noises that
spurred them all on. Marcel increased his tempo which
caused his lovely piece of arse to groan with pleasure.
She turned her head slightly and their eyes met. She
was briefly startled, but suddenly she started coming
and contracting around his cock with arousal as she
took Pogus jutting blood-gorged tool deep into her
throat.
Pogus suddenly moaned that he was coming and Marcel
looked and saw his balls constrict and saw Junia's
cheeks bulge as he shot his load into her hungry mouth.
He came too hard for her to swallow it all, and it
started to ooze out of her lips and drip onto her
breasts.
It was at this time that Marcel told Junia her cunt
felt the same way it did that night when they had met
together at the orgy. She asked him what he meant. He
told her he knew she had an affair and that he had
fucked her one night after she had been out and that he
could tell she had just been fucked by someone.
Just telling her this gave him a hard on again. His
wife lifted her angelic face head from Pogus's groin
and stared at him then at his cock, was about to say
something then decided to go for her husband's
lubricated dick instead. Her head went up and down his
shaft as she sucked him vigorously as she had done
Pogus a moment ago. She opened her legs wide and
masturbated her ravaged moist and sensitive cunt.
Marcel told her he was going to watch Pogus fuck her.
Marcel noticed Pogus moving up behind her. His cock
glistened, lubricated with his spouses spit. Marcel
asked her to imagine a hard cock pounding her tight
pussy, and she moaned. Suddenly grabbing her head
tightly, he pulled her face against his crotch and
fucked her mouth harder. At the same time, Pogus knelt
behind her and easily spread her buttocks. Mounting
her, he directed his cock against the moist swollen
lips of her vagina and grabbed her waist. Marcel could
see how wet her pussy was. She was soaked. Pogus
positioned the head up against her crack.
If Marcel did not stop him now it would be too late.
Junia appeared out of control, too weak to put up and
resistance. She laid there, her eyes wide, her body
flushed and trembling as she looked at him. Marcel
nodded his head and she closed her eyes, giving over to
the moment, her legs falling open more as she
surrendered.
She flinched when she felt the touch of his cock,
moaning as he pressed against the moist lips of her
cunt, groaning as he stretched her, and then a hoarse
cry as the hard head of his large cock was inserted
into her from the rear and entered her, beginning to
fill her. Junia opened her legs and raised her knees,
removing any doubt about what she wanted. Junia moaned
loudly as he entered her. She continued writhing while
he held her shoulders. It was an incredible turn on.
Marcel was holding his wife down while another man
fucked her.
She looked into her husband's eyes, bit her lip,
unsure, looking for one final confirmation. She would
still have stopped if she had found him unsure. She
didn't want to, but she would have. Instead, Marcel
held her fast and she relaxed as they watched Pogus's
big dick slide into her. He steadily advanced his cock,
filling her more, his wife groaning and then crying out
again as he fully impaled her.
When he was completely inside her, Junia stopped
writhing and became silent. Pogus held his position
while Junia looked up at Marcel. She had an incredible
look of lust in her eyes. Then Pogus began pumping in
and out of her. Junia moved her hips to meet his
thrusts. He was amazed she was able to take it all. She
moaned and ground her pubic mound against him loudly as
Pogus continued to enter her his wife's most private
parts from the rear while she faced her husband's
groin. His wife's face took on a surprised, shocked,
excited expression. Marcel saw her wince with pain and
ecstasy. Time stopped. The feelings of jealousy, rage,
shame, betrayal, love and hate and even sexual interest
quickly overwhelmed him.
Marcel ran his piece over her lips and mouth and she
took him in and began to suck him off harder like a
madwoman. At the sight of this large cock entering his
small wife soft folds of another man fucking his wife
while she sucked and swallowed his dick nearly made him
come in her mouth. Here right in front of him were two
people fucking and the best part was the woman getting
shafted in the rear was his wife.
Marcel watched her lips spread as he pushed in and
then closed back around the shaft as he got deeper
inside her. He started pumping slowly, each time he
went in farther until finally he was buried into her
already sperm moistened tunnel. When he had entered her
slippery passage just a couple of inches, he pulled
back until only the tip of his cock was inside his
wife. Each time he entered her, Junia would moan
loudly. When she asked him, in a hoarse voice, to fuck
her, Pogus rammed his cock home. Her husband watched
her face as he started to slam into her. Pogus was
fucking his wife! Marcel was more excited than when he
fucked her!
Marcel was fascinated by her expressions, which mostly
flickered back and forth between effort and pleasure.
It was obvious she was really enjoying herself. Pogus
also knew she was loving it. He was now moving fully in
and out, his cock wet and shiny with her juices.
Gradually he increased his thrusting. Junia was moaning
continually.
She told Pogus to fuck her hard and good with his
prime piece of manhood. She wanted him swollen and
stiff for her husband! Pogus started pumping her like
crazy, giving her long hard strokes. Marcel was anxious
to see that cock stretching his wife's pussy as it
plunged into her depths. He couldn't see Pogus's balls
but he hoped they too were large and full of cum. Junia
liked it when a man gave her a massive load. Pogus was
fucking her for only a couple of minutes when Junia
wife had her first orgasm. Her body shuddered in
orgasmic release as she came to Pogus fucking her. She
took Marcel's cock deeply in her mouth and sucked him
as she came for a second time on Pogus' cock.
Marcel could see that the entire length of the stud's
cock was wet from his wife's pussy juices and the lips
of her cunt hugged the shaft of the big thick cock. As
Pogus pushed into her, even the outer pussy lips were
pulled inside, all but disappearing from view. When he
moved his cock back out of her, the lips grasped his
cock like a mouth, pulling and tugging at him, as
though they were trying to keep him inside. He was
almost positive that Junia's cunt didn't grasp his cock
like that. Pogus's big cock must be very tight and full
in her wet and stretched cunt.
Junia took her husband's cock out of her mouth and
looked down at her cunt and then said to her husband
derisively that as he liked to watch a man's cock going
in and out of her cunt, whenever he thought of her she
wanted him to remember that horse-cock thrusting
between her lovely legs violating her chastity. She
hoped that it really turned him on and pleased him to
watch Pogus fucking her because she loved it immensely
and would not be satisfied with letting him fuck her
just once. She began to use the muscles of her vagina
to massage her lover's cock. She squeezed his cock and
began to grind her hips up into him. She pushed her
clit up against his cock and began to stroke up and
down against him, giving her maximum stimulation.
Marcel pumped his dick, masturbating as he watched
them fornicate. As she reached an orgasm again and
squirmed and moaned, Pogus sped up his assault on her
cunt and soon began to jerk and jammed his cock deep
into her. He held is cock deep inside her and came with
one long moan. Marcel's wife cried out as Pogus filled
her cunt. She grabbed him tightly and desperately.
Marcel watched her nipples harden as she matched his
orgasm. The look on her face as she felt him
ejaculating inside her was fantastic. Her whole body
lifted up as she came while the guy's sperm was still
shooting into her.
Pogus made sure his cock was buried deep in her as he
was cumming and Marcel's wife was cumming with him.
Marcel knew his cock was against her cervix and he was
pumping his seed deep into her uterus. They collapsed
together on the bed, she held him tightly as they
relaxed after their mutual orgasm. Pogus stayed inside
her for a few more minutes while they gently kissed. He
lay on her for about ten minutes after cumming. Marcel
knew he was trying to hold his sperm in her cunt to
make her pregnant, and he hoped he did. They lay
together on the bed for several minutes. Pogus let his
now soft cock slip from her vagina. He must have shot a
huge load into her cunt, because Marcel could see his
cum running from her now open lips.
As he withdrew from her warm wet sleeve he squirted
spunk over her lovely soft belly and buttocks. Marcel
told his wife to clean the cock off and she began to
lick and suck the man's tool.
When Pogus pulled out he wiped his cock off with her
pantyhose. Marcel quickly climbed around and got behind
her and slid his cock inside her, where Pogus's cock
had just been. It was red and open and dripping of cum,
both his and hers. He could feel Pogus's cum mixed with
her wetness. The sensation of fucking his wife
immediately after another man had fucked her was
fantastic. Junia had a glazed look in her eyes. She was
loose and wet, but even so Marcel came almost
immediately, adding his semen to his. Marcel lasted
only a few minutes before he shot his load into soiled
sex, adding his juices to the couple's. He felt her
pussy tighten around his cock as she also came.
When they were finished and she closed her legs,
pulling her dress down, sitting up and covering her
breasts.
'Marcel, I can't believe you let him do that to me, to
your own wife and helping him seduce me too.'
Pogus, looking slightly embarrassed, also left.
Junia was in bed when Marcel came up. When Marcel got
in bed with her she said, 'Well, I guess the two of you
enjoyed yourselves, doing it to me. I never thought you
would let it go that far. You really got a kick
watching him fucking me and he did a good job of it.
Did you like it when you saw him coming in he? I
certainly did.'
'I didn't think it would go that far either, but when
we started you really got into it.'
'You seemed happy. What was I going to say?'
'You could have said no.''
'Would it have stopped you, Junia?'
'I don't know. I'm just grateful you didn't say it. I
couldn't help myself, with the drinks and the erotic
show and you two working on me -- it's your fault it
happened, but I have to admit that I really enjoyed
it.'
His wife began to wear much sexier clothes, such as
very short mini skirts, very short, tight dresses,
stockings, garter belts, 5 inch high heels and heavier
make-up. Sometimes it looked as if she wasn't wearing a
bra or panties. Marcel began to get suspicious when she
started going out a couple nights a week. When one day
he confronted her, she said, 'You told me that you
wanted to share me with another man. Well,' she
whispered licking her lips, 'I know this guy at work
who kept asking me for a date.'
She said he was cute and had a big dick. She had told
him maybe someday she would go out with him just one
time, but being married wanted to stay true to her
husband. The more she told her husband about this guy
the hotter they both became. Marcel told Junia that it
was only right that she was free to pick up another man
and take his big cock up her tight pussy while he was
gone as long as it was just sex, no relationship. She
asked him if he was sure. He said yes and gave her
permission if she wanted to see him.
The only condition was that she wear her tightest
fitting skirt, high heels that accentuated her
welcoming legs and no panties. She said she might give
it a try in a noncommittal manner. He had forgotten
about their conversation when a few weeks later she
informed her husband that he would remain at home that
evening while she went out on a date! Marcel could not
believe this was actually happening! She then asked him
if he really wanted her to go through with it; she said
in all likelihood she would come home having been
fucked silly by some stranger. Marcel felt his erection
throbbing. He told her to go for it.
As he made dinner his wife was in their bedroom
bathing and dressing for a date with another man. The
mere thought of it made Marcel feel horny and jealous.
He loved it! No sooner had he eaten than she emerged
from their bedroom to depart on her date. She was
absolutely stunning! She wore high heels, a tight red
very short mini-dress, sheer red nylon stockings with
no panties underneath. She threw him a kiss and a wink,
and face flushed with excitement and anticipation,
rushed off to meet her handsome stranger of the night.
It was well over two hours before she returned. Her
hair was dishevelled and her dress was rumpled and
creased. She had a flushed dreamy look about her.
Marcel said nothing. He heard the water running for the
shower and quietly entered our bedroom and examined her
dress more closely. There were several heavy creases on
the back of it, and in the clothes hamper he found her
discarded lace red panties. The crotch was slippery
with a heavy coating of semen. Vicious, huge threads of
the guy's come had formed and began to drip when Marcel
held them up, so he returned them to the hamper. Junia
had been thoroughly fucked. Instead of being angry,
however, he found himself with a huge hard-on.
Junia cam out naked from the bedroom, putting on her
makeup. Marcel could make out a bearing of satiated
pleasure such as would be found on a woman who had just
known intense sexual satisfaction. Marcel realized that
he had become extremely excited seeing her that way and
guessing that another man had just made love to her.
Junia's body was still flushed from her climax. Her
pert breasts stood up proudly, the nipples hard and
swollen from her arousal. Her bed was a mess. He could
smell the musk from her lovemaking. He noticed a large
wet stain on the sheets and he knew that on that spot
another man had emptied himself in his beautiful wife's
warm and welcoming cunt. She felt guilty for cheating
on her husband but she also felt marvelously satisfied
and very relaxed, something she hadn't felt in a long
time. She really did love Marcel and knew that what she
did was wrong but she just couldn't help herself from
liking it all the same. Marcel also knew that she must
have enjoyed it just as much as he had and that only
served to make him even more excited. As he looked up
at her, noticed the cum was still seeping from her
pussy.
'Sit down here next to me.' He said, seating himself
on the bed. Reluctantly she followed. Her skirt was
still up at her waist and she couldn't help thinking
about the guy's monster up her cunt one more time for a
goodbye fuck.
'Yes?' She queried.
He placed Junia on the opposite side of the bed from
the wetness.
When he said nothing she continued: 'I love you
Marcel. I really love you.' He buried his face between
her legs to kiss her pussy. Sperm was still seeping
from his wife's pussy. The thought eating her out with
someone else's cum still inside her turned him on like
crazy. He broached the subject quietly with Junia.
'I've been a very naughty girl today. I've been a real
slut today, and I hope you won't mind. Do you like the
thought of me being fucked by a thick, hard, 11' cock?'
She started kissing him. 'Good. Because I really have
been a slut today, but I think I found a way to make
your fantasy come true.' She pulled away and looked
Marcel right in the eye while taking a firm grasp on
his right hand. She slid it down her chest, across the
bra and her exposed breast, down her stomach, across
the closely trimmed pubic hair above her mound, to her
sloppy wet pussy and she uncrossed her legs.
Marcel was thinking that Junia was amazingly,
unusually wet down there as he stroked her clit with
his fingertips to the reward of her soft moans. So he
slid down to look at her glistening, steamy patch, and
then stopped suddenly. When she had uncrossed her legs,
Junia both revealed herself to him and unstopped
herself simultaneously. Sliding from inside her pussy
to form a small wet puddle at her arse was an
unmistakable stream of cum. Marcel's wife had been
lying in their bed, seducing him for more than 20
minutes, with a load of jism inside of her. His mind
flashed to the smudged lipstick. Junia had fucked
another man this afternoon!
'Do you like what you see,' she asked, sitting up to
face him better. Marcel realized that she hadn't
stopped stroking his cock and that he was still rock
hard. He didn't know what to say. Was he angry that his
wife had cheated on him? Was he turned on? He didn't
know what to think.
'I thought you would enjoy finding me like this,'
Junia said, all the while stroking his cock. 'I've
never cheated on you before, and I don't even think I
did today, because I did it for you. Well, us,' she
admitted with a smile.
She smiled and lay back in the bed, pushing his head
lower. 'Eat me and I'll tell you all about it.' Marcel
looked at her creamy hole and decided, put up or shut
up. So he knelt between her legs and carefully spread
her sticky lips apart with his fingers. He pressed my
tongue to her clit and began licking, trying to avoid
the biggest part of the mess, but inevitably getting
some of it.
'Oh, that feels good honey. Push your fingers inside
me too - more, give me all four. Yeah, that's good.
Anyway, to make a long story short, he was interested
and I fucked him.'
He parted her cunt lips parted and tried to reach her
depths with his tongue. He could taste the other man's
strong sperm on his tongue.
'Where did you pick him up?' Asked Marcel.
'At the market, on the corner where Sara hangs out.'
She replied. 'He had come on to me and invited me to
join him for a drink. I was really attracted to him
right away and I told him so. Our flirting which had
started innocently enough now made my face turn red and
flushed. It would do me good to have a male friend, I
thought. He kissed me so I invited him back to my
place. He agreed to follow me home when I promised that
he could fuck me.'
She told him that this lady had never been fucked by
anyone besides her husband, who was away on business.
She was sure that if she arranged it just right, they
would be able to fuck. Marcel felt his cock twitch when
she told him how she had picked up a cute teenager.
He had not been able to wait. She told him that they
had gone to her carriage with him. Marcel asked her
what happened next. He asked if they had done anything.
She told him that they had.
'Did you let him fuck you?' Marcel asked.
She just nodded, but she could hear the excitement in
his voice.
'He was so fine to look I could have slid off his
clothes. I was interested in the whole package. He
could just have asked me and I would have lifted my
skirt up there and then and given him my pussy to fuck
any day!'
He held her in his arms and kissed her. Then he said,
'Tell me what happened.'
So Junia told him how the man had undressed her. She
described how he took off her panties. And she
described how his cock had felt in her hand. They had
kissed and caressed each other. His hand had run up her
dress fingering and fondling her. His hands had
explored Marcel' wife's pussy outside her lace panties.
Finally breaking off their kissing Junia's hand had
moved to his crotch and had tugged his rapidly
stiffening cock from its confinement. 'My God!' she had
thought to herself as her hand struggled to close
around the huge shaft. He's already hard cock had
become even firmer.
Junia had stared and stared at his rock-hard youthful
cock. She had reached out and taken the boy's prick in
her hand. He had been startled and she had asked him if
he had ever had a girl or woman touch him or have sex
with him before. He had said no. She had reached out
and she had touched his erect cock. She had marveled at
how much different his cock felt to her husband's. She
could not even have managed to close her fingers all
the way around the circumference of his meaty shaft.
Junia pulled Marcel up from her pussy. 'That's enough
- I want you to fuck me. I want you to feel my sloppy
seconds and come inside of me while I tell you how he
fucked me with that big dick.' He climbed up on top of
her and put the head of my cock at her entrance.
Between her wetness and the stretching she'd received
earlier he slipped in easily and slid right to my hilt
inside her. Her pussy was well lubricated with all of
the boy's cum. He knew he could see the mixture of his
and her male friend's cum dripping from her hot pussy
but this only served to arouse him further. She kissed
him with her hot mouth and continued.
'I let him come in my mouth the first time. I had to
see what he tasted like. I haven't had another cock in
my mouth since before we met six years ago. He tasted
good. Then he went down to lick my pussy. He was good,
but not even in your class, so I didn't let him keep
going for long. Just long enough to recover and get
hard again. Then I asked him to stick his cock inside
me. Where yours is now.'
'He wanted me to give him head as soon as he got
here.' She added.
'Did you?'
'I did and he shot a load you wouldn't believe. He
came so fast I couldn't believe it.'
'Did you swallow his load?' Marcel asked.
'Of course I swallowed it. What else could I do
anyway. He came so much.'
Eyes wide open, she had opened his tunic and she had
lowered her lips on his cock. His finger had continued
playing with her clit while her lips had worked up and
down his cock. She had squeezed and pumped it a couple
of times and she had felt it throb violently. He had
become so excited having a woman touch him that he had
suddenly begun to come. Not long after, he had moaned
then she had felt her mouth being filled with his hot
sperm. Swallowing it all, she had thought to herself
that this wasn't any different from doing it with her
husband.
Junia had reached under her skirt and pulled open the
snaps from her teddy. She had then laid back on the
seat pulling the boy on top of her and rubbing his cock
on her pussy as she had taken him inside.
'You wouldn't believe how hot this kid was getting.'
She told Marcel. 'He was exploring my cunt with his
fingers. He was sucking on one of my while running his
middle finger through my slit.'
She had spread her legs wide to give him a wide-open
view of her cunt.
'I just couldn't believe I was spread out here on our
bed, letting a young boy stare into my wide-open cunt.'
She told Marcel how he had laid her down and climbed
on top of her.
'He put the head of his cock to my pussy and asked if
he should use a rubber. I almost made him, but then I
thought of those creampie stories and since I'm on the
pill, I told him I wanted to have him come inside me at
the end. Then he started slowly pushing into me.'
Junia described how he had thrust his big cock into
her pussy and screwed her. Her eyes were wide as she
moved beneath Marcel, rocking her hips in time to his
thrusts. Marcel was getting close, he knew. Between her
story and the raw sensation of her messy cunt clinging
to his skin, he wouldn't last much longer.
'He had pushed forward and sunk it in completely,
burying his cock in her tight cunt. She had had to
squeeze her cunt muscles hard to feel his cock sliding
into her. As Jacob had begun pumping, he had reached up
and had begun to play with her big tits. Gradually, he
built up the speed until he was thrusting quickly and
completely in me. I was so turned on I nearly died. He
fucked me for about 15 minutes and then he came inside
me like I'm about to make you come. I could feel his
balls slapping my arse as he pounded me. I wrapped my
hand around his cock as it rammed in and out of my
pussy. Just as I started to cum with his thick dick
inside me I felt his balls tighten and he grunted as
his hard throbbing cock unloaded all that his hot spunk
in me. As I came, I screamed for him to fuck me hard.'
Marcel could feel his cock contracting as he shot
several jets of cum into her ungrateful cunt to join
the mixture of fluids already there from the stranger
that had fucked her just an hour before. She had let
the boy fuck her several more times that night. She
said he had cum at least six or eight times. Teenage
boys are just walking hard cocks and sex is always
foremost in their minds. Marcel realised that his wife
had actually been fucked without him being there! He
wasn't hurt or jealous at all -- just turned on. Junia
asked if he were upset with her, asking if he had found
anyone to fuck yet. He told her with a twinge of
jealousy, that to be honest he hadn't.
He decided to turn this uncomfortable and difficult
situation around to his advantage. His wife had cheated
on him, lied to him and she had been painfully
unfaithful. He would now use that knowledge to gain
sexual favours at her expense. He felt very
disappointed and angry with her. He resolved to take
his revenge and enjoy doing so. He had always enjoyed
experimenting with other couples and so he decided that
he would now take the opportunity to engage in wife
swapping again. It was the right moment, he thought. He
no longer cared for her and she could not very well
refuse him after what she had just done. He needed some
help though. He decided to approach Sara and engage her
support and participation.
She had not really forgiven him for having left her
but most of all she blamed Junia for her loss. Like
most people Sara was unable to accept her share of the
blame. At first she had been surprised and reluctant to
help him but Marcel had been able to persuade her and
win her over with the promise of moral satisfaction and
the usual expensive gift in gold. He blanked out his
emotions and planned the encounter carefully. When all
was arranged, he invited over Helen and Juncus. He
introduced the swinging couple as old friends masking
the truth from his wife. As the evening wore on they
dined and drank cocktails. Sara turned up with her
girlfriend and Marcel introduced her as the dancer for
the evening. Everyone knew what dancers really were in
Rome. As the musicians played, Sara and her girlfriend
began to dance together, caressing each other and
kissing on the lips. The two couples lay back on their
seats watching mesmerised and drinking heavily. Sara
undid her stola. It fell to the floor revealing an
artificial phallus strapped around her hips and
protruding like a dick from her bushy mound.
The other girl bent down and licked and sucked it.
After this act of abasement, Sara moved behind the
girl, took her by the buttocks and cocked one leg like
a bitch. Holding the dildo with the other hand, she
guided the moist head between the ripe vaginal lips of
the girl sinking the oversized instrument deep into her
slit. The girls swayed and danced intimately as Sara
fucked her female lover with the dildo. The lesbian
show aroused them all. Marcel saw Junia bite her lips,
her face flushed red as she watched, holding her
breath. As they drank and watched the pornographic
show, they fooled around, laughing and flirting. Junia
sat watching as if hypnotised. She couldn't tear her
eyes away from the provocative scene right in front of
her. Never in her life had she experienced anything
like this. Nothing that compared to the raw emotion of
watching two girls being intimate with each other in
front of a live audience.
Junia didn't know how to react. Her conservative
religious upbringing should make her feel guilty and
offended by what she was watching, but she knew that
wasn't the case. She held her husband's hand tightly --
squeezing it in involuntary response to each exciting
tingle that shot through her aroused body. Yes, that
was it. More than anything else, Junia realised she was
highly aroused by what she was seeing. She was already
beginning to feel damp between her legs, and she
crossed and uncrossed her soft thighs -- pressing them
together in a reflexive effort to intensify the
electrifying pleasure she was feeling.
Suddenly Sara withdrew her dildo, placed it against
the girl's rear and inserted it into the woman's
bottom. The other girl gasped, swayed her head and
leaned forward resting her forehead on Junia's knees as
she cried out with joy. They watched as she was
gratefully sodomised by her partner.
Marcel was having a hard time too -- literally. His
cock was trying to break free from the confines of his
underwear and trousers. He sensed his wife fidgeting
next to him as he watched the beautiful young women on
stage. Junia could feel her nipples swelling and
scraping against the fabric of her bra, and she kept
squeezing her thighs together in an effort to quench
the burning sensations between her legs. She watched
the girl's loose dark hair flying free as her head
bounced up and down her partner's lap.
Without thinking, Junia reached her hand over to grasp
her husband's thick, muscular thigh. Marcel reacted by
placing his hand over hers and urging it to move upward
until she felt his pulsing tool in his tented pants.
Junia wrapped her fingers around the steel-hard shaft
through the cloth and began to rub him urgently. Marcel
returned the favor by placing his arm around his wife's
shoulder and reaching down to cup one of her quivering
breasts through her dress. He had no trouble finding
the hard point of her sensitive nipple poking out from
the fabric. He scraped his fingernail over the turgid
nub causing Junia to gasp and arch her back.
On stage the women were continuing their intense show
while Marcel and Junia continued to paw at each other -
- getting bolder and more impassioned with each passing
moment. Junia could feel her own warm juices soaking
her tiny panties, and she kept crossing and uncrossing
her legs -- causing the hem of her short black dress to
ride up higher and higher. They had almost forgotten
about the other guests until one of the girls looked
into Junia's eyes with open lust. Under the pretence of
steadying her balance, she sent her hands up Junia's
skirt and began to masturbate her. Juncus who was
seated on their side also took this opportunity to
begin to flirt with Junia, kissing her playfully. Sara
had her arm round his wife's shoulder, holding her
tight.
'You know you're a slut, Junia, that's why you're
here,' she laughed.
Juncus's hand was right between Junia's legs now,
under her skirt. Marcel's wife seemed in a daze at
first. She vaguely felt a hand touching and slowly
sliding up her leg, but it didn't register in her brain
until she felt the hem of her dress being tentatively
pushed aside. Junia instinctively looked down to see a
man's hand lightly stroking her exposed bare skin.
While they both watched his movements, he carefully
took hold of the bottom of her short dress and
gradually lifted the fabric up and folded it back onto
her stomach -- completely revealing her wispy black
panties. Only now, with her skirt almost up to her hips
and bare white flesh revealed for everyone to see, did
Junia become aware of what he was doing.
'No!' she gasped out, trying to cross her legs and
push his hand away. Sara immediately gripped her arms,
holding her still.
Marcel eyes opened wide and his mouth fell open when
he saw what was happening. There was his conservative
little wife with her dress bunched around her waist and
her legs spread wide. Hovering over her was the large
form of his friend, Juncus, who had his hand buried in
her panties -- obviously fingering her furiously.
Junia's mouth opened but all she could manage was a
low moan. She was blushing hard. She attempted to break
free from the two people's attentions, trying to
protest and fight Juncus off as he fondled her
intimately but Sara's partner held Junia's knees open
and guided the other man's hand between Junia's legs,
helping him access Junia's intimate charms. Junia
looked bewildered and a little frightened at first. Her
heart was pounding inside her chest and she was having
trouble catching her breath.
Junia stared straight ahead with unblinking eyes as
her pretty mouth gasped for breath. Her husband could
hear her pant and whimper helplessly. At first Marcel
was angry at the sight of his wife so openly engaged in
sexual acts with another man. But soon he realised that
he had no cause for resentment. After all, he had
encouraged her. No, there was nothing he could do about
it now.
Electric shocks jolted through Junia's small body as
the man above her continued to plunge his fingers in
and out of her drenched pussy. He had been so smooth in
his conquest. Before she even realized what was
happening, Juncus had first traced the lips of her
opening through the scant piece of silk between her
legs -- then he moved his hand up and slipped it down
inside. Fireworks went off in her head when his
fingertip went straight for her erect little clitoris
which he teased and stroked until she cried out in
pleasure. Then he moved his big fingers lower and found
her steamy, wet opening.
Marcel glanced back at Junia and immediately had wild
visions of his wife with another man. Marcel sat quite
still and looked on, doing absolutely nothing to rescue
her from her predicament. He was non-pulsed as they
attacked and penetrated her last bastions of pudour and
decency. She was helpless putty in their hands,
completely overwhelmed by either combined will.
By not acting, Marcel was abandoning her to a lewd
soul corrupting fate. He stood back and watched the
salacious couple grope at her groin and touch her furry
patch. Her little orifice was stiff and taut with
guilty arousal. She had stopped resisting and now let
those avid hands rush over her body and into her
intimate parts, delving between her wiry sex-lips and
into her secret sweet scented femininity. She gasped
with delight and surprise as they entered her damp
horny and guilty sex. Marcel saw her eyes sparkle with
mischief and desire as they rubbed, massaged kneaded
and probed her sleeve shamelessly. She had let two
perfect strangers play with her naked sex.
Junia bit her lips and threw her head back as she was
mercilessly exposed and finger fucked repeatedly. Helen
went to assist her husband make the kill, kissing his
face and chest to spurn him on while she unbuttoned him
and quickly pumped his cock hard for the wanton cow. At
the same time Marcel knelt between Helen's legs.
Lifting up her skirt, he degradingly began to lick
around the perverse flower of her arse to thank her for
her assistance while she masturbated her husband until
he was stiff and bursting for pussy.
With one hand Helen quickly directed Marcel to sit and
then she mounted his cock while with the other hand she
firmly held onto her husband's long pizzle and took him
deep into her mouth, her cheeks puffing as the tool
went round in her throat. Helen kept the rod in her
mouth as she moved up Marcel's stem, sucking her man
desperately while she rode astride of her long time
lover. Juncus was by now in such a state of arousal
that inevitably he would fuck Junia silly, thought
Helen with satisfaction.
Although Junia was a petite woman, Juncus could tell
she had amazing breasts. He wasted no time in brushing
his large hand up her side, lightly feeling the ridges
of her rib cage, until he found the plump firmness of
her tit flesh straining against the confines of her
dress and flimsy bra. Her sensitive nipples were erect
and poking through the fabric and he could easily feel
the hard little point scraping against the smooth skin
of his palm as he cupped and kneaded her. Junia closed
her eyes and let a little moan escape her throat.
Sharp, hot electric sensations shot through her chest
and down into her loins as he teased her breasts.
Juncus found the zipper at the back of her black
evening dress and felt it glide down easily with a
slight tug. Junia threw her head back and bit her lower
lip to keep from crying out as she thrust her chest
toward him. She parted her thighs slightly to allow him
access to her body, and he leaned forward and took
advantage, lowering his mouth and flicking her inflamed
little rosebuds with his long tongue.
'Ohhhh... uhhhh! Yes! Right there!' She panted.
Her hand dropped automatically to find and grasp his
rigid tool, extracting from Helen's mouth. Helen
finally and reluctantly let go of her husband's
virility. In direct response to the maddening
sensations he was giving Junia with his mouth, she
frantically rubbed his straining cock. The more he
licked and sucked at her sweet breasts, the faster she
pumped her tiny fist, making him grunt and shudder.
Almost delirious with desire, Junia's hips began to
hump up and off the couch. This was what Juncus had
been waiting for. No longer able to contain himself, he
pressed her tender thighs apart and lowered his greedy
mouth to her steamy opening. Junia's eyes flew open
when she felt him taste her there. She fought to
momentarily regain her senses.
'No! Please, don't do that!' she begged.
Junia always considered oral sex dirty and perverse.
Her husband tried to get her to do it when they first
explored each other sexually, but she convinced him
that she was not interested. After a time he simply
gave up and she was relieved. But this was not her
husband. Juncus knew he had this remarkable beauty on
the verge of ecstasy, and he was not going to turn back
now. Parting her slick outer lips with his fingers, he
speared his tongue with skilled accuracy at the centre
of her most sensitive spot and he began to flick and
lap at her relentlessly.
'Oh, God..Unnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Junia cried
out helplessly. Her small body bucked and jerked out of
control while the big man held her tight against his
mouth with his strong hands. Her legs flew out wide -
kicking and flailing until they at last got hooked up
around his broad shoulders. Immediately she felt the
first shuddering waves of climax building; she knew she
was lost and gave up to it. She could feel his hardness
pressing insistently against her belly -- throbbing
gently with his rapid pulse. Gasping for breath, she
said, 'Please... I need you inside me. Now... please
hurry!'
He gently turned her around and wrapped his massive
arms about her, pressing himself against her back.
Sliding his hands down, he found and caressed her
quivering breasts as he slowly guided her to the love
seat. Junia allowed him to position her so that she was
kneeling on the leather cushion with her arms clinging
over the back, facing away from him. His strong hands
urged her legs apart and he moved up behind her. At
first she could feel his body heat against her skin,
then she felt the blunt rounded shaft of his organ
moving and rubbing between the soft cheeks of her
buttocks. He moved back and forth like that for a few
moments, sending chills through her already frazzled
nerves.
'Please, don't tease me,' she whimpered.
He grasped his cock and aimed down until he found her
soggy opening. He brushed the thick head around briefly
to cover it with her slick juices, then he pushed his
big stake forward slightly and felt the tip catch and
move through the snug ring at her entrance. He was
amazed at how tight she was, even after all this
prolonged stimulation. Hearing a dreamy sigh of
approval, he grasped her hips and pressed forward
again, this time sliding almost half way inside her
soft ripe and ready fruit.
Marcel looked into his wife's eyes as Juncus slid all
the way into her and his cock slid into Helen. Marcel
saw his wife wince and sigh with relief and bliss as
Juncus's long chopper eased into her welcoming sleeve.
She glanced over at her husband. His cock was buried in
Helen's arse. She eagerly and wantonly surrendered her
own nude body to the massive assailing cock. She smiled
at Marcel and they moaned together with the pleasure of
our penetrations. As Marcel fucked Helen and watched
Juncus fuck his wife, he marvelled at the intense
pleasure he was receiving. Watching his wife being
pleasured while his cock was deep inside another
woman's pussy was his the ultimate sexual fantasy. He
was lucky enough to experience it tonight.
Both men now lay on their backs, side by side, with
the two women riding their cocks. Both men were driving
away at the girls with their heavy manhoods, having
sex, taking and enjoying the other man's wife. 'Oh....
yessssss. . .' she hissed. 'It feels so good, put it
in!'
First Juncus pulled out until just the head of his rod
was poised at the opening, then he jerked his mighty
hips forward in one smooth stroke, impaling her
completely. Junia's eyes rolled back in her head and
she cried out with unbridled rapture; her hands gripped
the back of the chair tightly as she felt him
immediately begin to move in and out with slow, smooth
thrusts. Juncus's knees were slightly bent as he was
using an upward thrust to drive his cock into
Domitius's wife's pussy.
Marcel could see his cock driving in and out of her
and his balls slap against her clit with each stroke.
He had to slow the speed and intensity of his thrusts
to keep control and not come immediately in Helen.
Junia was in heaven. It was better than she could have
imagined. Every muscle and tissue in her small body
strained to accept and meet his powerful, but
controlled movements. She could feel his heavy balls
softly smacking against her backside each time he
pushed against her, and soon they were rocking
together. . .gradually building the tempo. She
discovered that, if she leaned back and arched her
pelvis at just the right angle, his swollen shaft would
rake against her hypersensitive clitoris occasionally,
causing sharp tremors of pure pleasure.
From his position a few feet away, Marcel watched his
lovely wife being fucked by another man. Her head was
thrown back and her arms and hands clutched desperately
at the furniture she was braced against. The large man
behind her pounded in and out relentlessly, causing
little shock waves to ripple through her small body
with each impact.
Junia was nearly overcome with the sweet sensations
pouring through her every fibre. Juncus reached out to
hold and massage her bouncing breasts while he
continued to slam into her, filling and emptying her
completely with each rapid stroke.
The women swivelled their hips and slid down from the
head to the root of the shinny rods, then up again,
thrusting in unison. Weak with desire, Junia was
actively and wantonly fucking Juncus in front of her
husband and going at it hard like a prostitute, with
evident carnal desire. Marcel saw her rotating her
groins with fury and joy, gasping, letting out little
cries of acute bliss and savouring the strangers dirty
spunk frothing deep inside her loins and ready to burst
out like a pent up volcano. Sara leaned over, grasped
hold of Juncus's blood-gorged cock and helped
vigorously shove it into Junia, helping the young woman
to impale and corrupt herself with extreme pleasure on
this dirty adulterous penis.
Her smile concealed a smirk of disgust, anger and
jealousy. She wanted to avenge herself of Marcel for
what he had done to her, for abandoning her for this
lubricious little bitch. At the same time she took
pleasure seeing Junia hurt her husband with her
sluttish behaviour and knowing that she was no better
than herself, just another whore. Her promiscuous
debauchery only confirmed what she had known all along.
It gave her a sweet feeling of revenge on both of them.
As she watched, Junia was being screwed just like any
other of Marcel's sordid tart. She straddled Juncus,
mounting him hard, pumping her groins and squatting
down desperately on his tool.
She witnessed Junia commit adulterous fornication,
jamming her gallants' part up to the hilt in her
dilated pussy with each hard thrust. Juncus's face was
a mixture of pain and pleasure as he fought to
forestall his orgasm. He was pulling it all the way out
then plunging his thick lance straight back in. He had
to hold her tightly since she was rapidly building her
climax. As she peaked he plunged deeply into her and
held himself still as she humped him in and out of her
pussy. It was a sexual punishment neither lover could
stand for long. With a long moan, Junia violently
climaxed on her lover's rod, swatting down hard to
absorb in his cock deep into her wet pussy. As she
came, she cupped both her breasts, threw her head back,
winced and opened her mouth to breathe heavily. Her
naked sweaty body experienced tremors of sheer bliss
and her dripping cunt spasmodically contracted and
gripped the sinful tool.
Juncus released his virile semen into her. He pumped
and filled the others wife's promiscuous womanhood with
his greedy spunk, his strong spurt sending the seed
deep into her cock thirsty loins. Juncus had been
invited to come and seduce her and she had quickly lost
her virtues and had been soiled. She had come like a
bitch in heat with that man's cock stuffed deep in her
sacred temple and he had left her with a grateful belly
full of wild oats.
He wondered if she had been remembering to take her
birth control pills. Maybe she would shame him and bear
the other man's bastard from this one night stand and
promiscuous orgy. As for Marcel, he could only be
grateful to Juncus for lending him his lovely luscious
wife and for having released Junia's sexual spirit.
Juncus loved to go down on women for hours, suck their
tits then give them a good ass fucking. But that was
for next time.
Juncus's legs were stiffly bent so his shooting cock
would stay firmly embedded inside her clutching pussy.
He reminded Marcel of my male dog mating as his cock
met another wife's pussy with sharp short jabs. He
could see each ejaculation as it travelled up his cock
and into her pussy.
With a final sigh Junia sagged onto her lover's chest,
kissing him with wanton joy, desperately and thankfully
in a shameless open mouthed embrace. Hurt, jealous and
aroused, Marcel rolled onto Helen and mounted her
furiously, bucking his hips like a horny stud and
thrusting at her wildly. Aroused and attracted to him,
Sara put her arms around him and kissed and licked his
back avidly.
Suddenly Marcel felt a strange sensation and turned
around to catch a brief glimpse of Sara as she climbed
onto his back and positioned the head of her dildo
against his posterior. He felt a stabbing pain as she
shoved the tool forward into his rectum. He desperately
tried to disengage himself but was caught in the human
sandwich. Sara clung onto the bucking stud with all her
strength as he tried to rid himself of her and managed
to stay on in spite of his efforts, sodomising him
thoroughly and closing her revenge.
'I love you!' She cried out. 'You cannot be my husband
so you will be my filthy whore wife!'
Marcel came in pain and pleasure as Junia disappeared
with her lover to continue having sex in private.
Marcel decided that he would wear a condom in future
when he fucked Junia so his own spunk would not pollute
her.
Marcel told her that he really got turned on by the
idea of her acting like a wanton slut for other guys.
Junia and Marcel decided that they would go to a
taverna and they would pick up a lover for Junia. Junia
had got dressed up provocatively with black seamed
stockings, a very short miniskirt and laced panties. On
the way to the club, she told her husband that they
should sit at different tables and she would 'try' to
come on to another guy and get something going. Of
course, he said, with the way you're dressed, count on
it? Then she told him that she probably wouldn't be
coming home with him. At first he was stunned, but then
he grinned excitedly.
They both walked into the club about 8:30 PM. Her
bright red lipstick shone wetly in the dim lights of
the bar. As she bent down to kiss her husband on the
lips, Marcel had a hard on. Junia's kiss was not just
one of her quick pecks. She almost glued her cream
coated lips to his for over half a minute. She
surprised her husband when she forced her tongue into
his mouth. Marcel was aware that every one in the bar
was watching his sexy wife give him a wet tongue
swapping kiss. He was both excited and embarrassed.
'We should split up.' She suggested. He agreed.
They both went their separate ways. She sat at a table
by the dance floor and had a quick drink to steady her
nerves. Her husband settled in by the bar. Junia, for
thirty, was a striking woman. In a miniskirt, she's the
kind of woman who men first notice in a crowded room.
As she sat down on the bar stool she knew her skirt had
ridden up but she didn't adjust it. A man came up to
talk with her. While involved in conversation with the
man, she let one of her hands slide ever so slowly up
and down her leg. She did this in order to draw
attention to her sexuality, I understood; the self-
caressing of legs meant to harden the man enough that
she could see the excitement in his pants. She also
knew that by wearing a mini when in public the males in
the bar could see her pubic hair when she was seated
and she spread her legs apart as she was wearing see
through lace underwear.
She enjoyed a roomful of hard cocks it produced.
The guy looked down and she knew he could see the
flesh of her thighs above her stockings. The night
seemed long, as she wondered just how she was to come
on to these guys. She danced with a few, trying
different approaches towards them, none which seemed to
work, then dancing with this one guy, she decided to
try something direct, while dancing a slow dance she
slid her hand down to his arse, pulling him very close
to her. She felt his cock stir and she whispered in his
ear that she was really horny. He responded by putting
his hands on her arse and pushing himself into her.
It was only a matter of minutes before Marcel noticed
the guy's hand on her thigh, and saw her bend to unsnap
the skirt a little to allow his hand access to her bare
thigh about half way up. He saw him continue to caress
her tanned legs and was sure he had slid his hand up
far enough to touch her panties and maybe even get is
fingers under the tiny red wisp of satin she wore.
She had briefly excused herself and gone to the
bathroom. She felt a wave of heat spread across her at
the sight. She stood back up and eyed herself in the
mirror. She noticed her hardened nipples through the
silk, and began playing with the robe. She exposed more
of her breast, then less. She tested the limits of how
loosely she could tie the front without exposing
herself too much. She enjoyed the spectacle of her
cleavage. Without thinking, her left hand slipped under
the silk and gently massaged her left breast. She
couldn't stop thinking about the stranger, and how
excited he would be if he could see her like this! Her
heart pounded beneath the sweater. She bit her lip as
she felt a tingling between her legs.
When she returned he was waiting. They danced again
closely, like lovers then sat down. He began caressing
her arse like he had done on the dance floor while
kissing her. Marcel's wife was shocked but she was too
hot and bothered to stop his fingers from fondling her.
She whispered to him that she was very wet. The guy
said in return well maybe she can do something about
that. She said, somewhat turned on, lets go. She slid
off the barstool, allowing her skirt to ride up so
everyone in the place could see her garters and
panties. She pulled down her skirt slowly and said,
'Follow me.'
She took him by the hand and lead him to the exit.
Marcel got up and left, tailing them discretely. They
stopped in the poorly light car park. Marcel saw him
kiss her passionately and the man run his hands over
her body, caressing and kneading her intimately. They
got in the back seat of his carriage and began kissing
and kissing and feeling and feeling, his hand up her
dress fingering her, her hand on his cock feeling him
getting harder and harder, finally breaking their
kissing. She opened his pants and extracted his long
tool from his trousers. She stroked it to hardness. She
lowered her lips on his cock. His finger continued
playing with her clit while her lips worked on him. She
swallowed every inch of his meat.
Suddenly he started to cum and he flooded her mouth
with his sperm with his hot sperm. Swallowing it all,
she thought to herself that this was not any different
than doing it with her husband. She reached under her
skirt and pulled open the snaps from her teddy. He
quickly masturbated his cock until it was hard again.
She watched him in a trance, eyes wide and dilated as
she pinched her nipples on her exposed breasts. He
lifted up her skirt.
'Do it! Fuck me like a slut. I want your cock deep
inside me...' She groaned.
Marcel couldn't believe his ears and quietly crept
forward towards the car. She lay back on the seat
pulling him onto her, rubbing his cock on her vaginal
lips, pushing his cock head inside of her. Marcel
cautiously crept towards them and found himself with a
perfect view of them in the back seat. His wife was
sitting on the stranger's lap, facing him apparently
having sex. As he crept closer, he could see that her
blouse was off and she was nude above the waist. Her
skirt was pulled up as she sat on his lap and her
exposed breasts bobbed as she rode him.
He pumped her deeply, making her cry out like a bitch.
She watched her lover as he rammed at her, his tight
buttocks going to and fro pushing his big tool into her
open slit. He fucked and fucked and fucked her, finally
pulling out saying, he couldn't do it anymore.
Understanding, she sat up and snapped her teddy and
said to him, maybe next time, and returned to the club.
While slow dancing with her husband, Junia filled him
in step by step on everything she did, then returned
again to her table and ordered a drink. Sometime later,
she was asked to dance by a not so bad looking guy. He
looked younger than her. What the hell, she thought,
and asked him back to her table. His name was Decimus
and was he was twenty two years old blond hair and blue
eyes and a not so bad looking body.
Decimus didn't seem the least bit intimidated by the
age difference and didn't try to come off older than he
was, in fact he looked older than he was. She almost
felt a little guilty of her intentions, but, on the
other hand, he was still a man, all men were alike
probably even as they talked he was thinking of a way
he could get into her panties. The funny thing was, she
was thinking of a way of getting to get 'him' into her
panties, so to speak.
As they talked, her mind skipped to the back seat of
that guys car, still not believing that she had done.
Sucking this guy was one thing, but what really turned
her on for some reason was him cumming in her mouth and
swallowing it. The more she thought about it the more
turned on she seemed to get. She then fantasised about
sex with this guy. By this time, she was so hot, she
actually felt a tingle between her leg. She had to
excuse herself and go to the ladies room and cool off
before she came right there. She sat on the seat in the
stall and felt herself, she couldn't believe how wet
she was.
Junia had totally soaked her teddy. She was so aroused
that she began fingering herself. She was on her way
towards the big O, her body at its highest erotic peek,
almost lost in her own pleasures, when all of a sudden
she pulled her hand away, thinking, no, she wanted to
save this. She wanted this guy. As hard as it was, she
wiped herself and buttoned up then stood in front of
the mirror and applied lipstick to her lips, then
returned to the table and Decimus.
The guy ran his hands slowly up her ankles to her
knees.
'What are you doing?' she asked, in a 'you naughty
boy' tone of voice. He pushed his hands further along
with a wicked grin on his face and started pushing her
skirt up. She struggled against his grip on her arms
but the guy held her firmly. He brought her skirt up so
that her black lacy panties were visible and he placed
his hand on her mound, squeezing her through the lace.
She seemed to protest half-heartedly but as she
wriggled, he pulled her panties to the side. While this
was going on, Junia was looking at Marcel in mild panic
and then her eyes half-closed in pleasure. She jumped
and exhaled nervously when the stranger started sliding
two fingers into her but then she started rocking
quickly onto them.
When Marcel glanced over toward his wife he noticed
that the man was openly massaging his wife's tits. It
looked like she was enjoying it as she was leaning back
into him, and she offered no resistance at all. Junia's
eyes were closed and she had a sort of dreamy look on
her face. The guy had a huge grin on his face as he
continued to feel up her tits. He pulled her hand into
his pants, and she stroked his cock under the table.
She massaged his hard bone and felt a hot stream of
sperm trickle onto her hand. She rubbed his semen in
her napkin and thought to herself, it's either now or
never and said, trying not to come on to strong, but to
the point and yet still be some what of a lady: 'Want
to go somewhere else?? ''
Almost as if he knew what she had in mind. She coyly
replied, 'How about someplace a little more private.'
Decimus looked at her and she looked at Decimus,
waiting for his answer, running her tongue over the
edge of her glass. As Decimus finally began to speak,
she felt little flutters in her stomach, not sure what
he might say, wanting him so much to say lets go.
Decimus proceeded saying, he would go anywhere with
her, but there was one problem and that was that he had
driven 2 of his other friends and he didn't feel it
would be right to go off and leave then stranded. Her
eyes went wide.
She thought for a minute then said to Decimus, she had
a great idea.
'If you and your friends are willing, we all could
have a little fun.'
Decimus replied, what exactly did you have in mind,
She said, well if you guys wanted, we all could go
someplace a little private and try something different.
Decimus said, let her get this straight, you'd be
willing to take on 3 guys. She replied, the way I'm
feeling right now, sure would. Decimus then said,
sounds good to him, give him a few minutes and he would
try to find his friends, then took off.
She went up to the bar to where her husband was and
filled him on what was about to happen then told him
that she might not be home tonight. He was most excited
about the whole thing. She then gave him a little kiss
and wiggled her fingers, see you later.
She walked around the club looking for Decimus,
finding him by the ladies room talking to some guys.
Thinking they just might be the ones she would be with
tonight she walked over to them more to get a better
look. She looked at them and thought to herself, not
bad, not bad at all. It turned out that they were the
guys. Decimus introduced his friends to her, Balbus and
Dorus and said they would be more than happy to take
her up on her offer. She said, great, shall we go. All
four of them walked out of the club into the yard to
Decimus's carriage. She got into the front while Balbus
and Dorus got into the back and drove off. Decimus
asked where she would like to go. She just said to find
the closest hotel. Decimus went a few blocks and
pointed to a sign lit up saying VACANCY and said, how
about this place, looks like they might have a room.
she said, it looks as good as any. Decimus parked the
carriage and went into the hotel to register.
She suddenly became very nervous as they walked around
to the room, not wanting to back out or anything like
that, it was just, she was hoping she could fully
perform her duties as a woman and be able to please
these guys in any and every way. Finding the room,
Decimus placed the key in the hole and opened the door,
allowing her to enter first. She walked in the room
followed by the other 3 guys and walked to the bed
sitting on the edge crossing her legs, pulling her
skirt down over her knee, still holding on to the fact,
that she still was a lady, at least for a little while
longer.
She was really nervous now, as she watched Decimus
close and lock the door, then pull the curtains closed.
She guessed she knew things would come down to this
sooner or later, although it was only a little over an
hour ago when Decimus asked her to dance, which seemed
like only five minutes to her and now. One part of her
wanted to be back at the club and the other part of her
wanted to be there.
Decimus came over to where she was sitting and sat
next to her, not just jumping into it, he placed his
arm around her and they began to kiss. She had started
to get scared, but when Decimus sat down next to her
and started kissing he- he was a really good kissing -
she was able to relax and get comfortable with the idea
of fucking these three guys. Decimus was a good looking
guy and she was glad things got started with him first.
He made her feel very comfortable and relaxed, as if
she was totally his, with no else around. As they
continued kissing, their tongues danced in each others
mouth, her legs became unfolded but remained pressed
together.
With Decimus urging her, she lay back on the bed,
fully dressed. One by one he began to unbutton her
blouse, telling her how sexy she was, then moved the
sheer black material off both sides of her body. The
idea of being undressed by a man was very much of a
turn her, although most of the other time she was just
wearing a teddy or something less and stripped it off
herself. She wasn't wearing a bra and he cupped his
hand over one of her breasts. Being with Decimus for
the moment made her almost forget that there were other
eyes watching her every step of the way.
Decimus's finger traced the entire edges of her bra on
both sides of her breasts almost as if he was deciding
what to do next. Finally, he pulled the top of her
teddy off her breasts and unsnapped her bra, exposing
her not so large but excited breasts and cupped his
hand over one, slightly squeezing and gently punching
the nipple, then the other, sending wonderful signals
through her whole body.
Decimus moved his hand off her breasts and started to
tongue and lick her nipple while at the same time began
moving his hand on her leg, sliding farther and farther
up her skirt. For some reason it seemed easier to
expose by breasts than it was to spread her legs, maybe
because woman's breasts are the visible part of our
body. Realising that this was really it, the final
step, time to show all. Feeling a bit embarrassed,
knowing the other guys were watching and knowing they
were next, she spread her legs letting his hand slid up
her leg and over her crotch, His finger snaked inside
of her teddy darting in and out of her very moist hole
then began flicking over her clit, bringing her to the
point she had waited for all night, ORGASM, and she
wanted him to make her come.
She was panting and moaning with delight as he found
her clitoris. He rubbed it with quick circular motions.
She was moaning and panting continuous as his finger
worked on her love bud, saying, 'Oh God Yes , Don't
Stop. I'm going to come.' Her body shivering and
shaking tried to cum but yet held off as long as she
could. She looked up and saw that all the guys had
taken their clothes off and were staring at her. Each
one was sporting a nice looking hard-on. Then she let
go, exploding into, what seemed as a never ending
series of orgasms.
Her present lover got off the bed and began to
undress, while she continued laying, her hand cupped
over her crotch still in another world. Decimus
returned to the bed moving her up on the pillow and
crawled between her legs which opened automatically and
pulled open the snaps from her teddy saying now to get
a better look. After commenting on how sexy it looked
he lowered his head and began running his lips over her
soft mound kissing the smooth area working his way down
to the slit parting the lips and running his tongue
over the length darting in her already very wet hole.
Decimus finished licking then leaned over her placing
his over than average size cock at her hole and with
slight difficulties slowly eased in until every inch
(of what looked to her was at least 8 or 9 inches) was
inside of her.
She began moaning from the second he started to enter
her, part was pure pleasure of him making love to her,
the other was a bit painful as Decimus was much larger
and thicker than her husband or her other lovers, she
almost felt like a virgin once again, having sex for
the first, as she felt her opening being stretched
apart which she with his total entrance in her. All
sense of her lady like appearance faded with her last
orgasm as her moaning was non-stop and increased as he
pumped his huge organ faster and faster in her, her
legs tightly wrapped around him. A very strange and
unusual thing happen, Decimus whispered to her and
asked if it was okay for him to cum inside of her. She
giggled and said, you bet, she wanted to feel your hot
juice inside her.
Decimus began panting, slowing down a bit, she could
feel as his cock begin to swell and get ultra extra
hard then he arched in her OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh, as she
felt pulse after pulse after pulse of his hot orgasm
shoot deep into her.
Decimus laid breathlessly panting on her, slowly
moving his manhood in her, then got up leaving her on
the bed and went to the bathroom. At Decimus's return
to the bed, he stood at the bottom looking at her
finger a large amount of cum had dripped from her hole,
and applying some to her lips, licking it off. Decimus
remarked, what a sight, she sat up looking down at the
large white globs of cum sitting at the opening oozing
out, while the other guys gathered around to also see.
Decimus then collected his clothes and began to dress
saying he was going out to get a drink and would return
shortly. As she stood up, feeling large amounts of cum
dripping down her leg, she cupped her hand on her
crotch and smeared it all over then licked it from her
fingers, giving these guys a little show, then made her
way to the bathroom for a little cleanup.
She returned to the bedroom with her teddy and bra
back in place but left her blouse unbuttoned (it looked
sexier that way), straighten her skirt and re-snapped
the crotch of her teddy, and went over to the closest
guy, Balbus, and started kissing him, and feeling his
hard cock through his pants, then slid down into a
kneeling position and proceeded opening his pants
pulling them down to his knees, only to see his
erection bulging through his bikini briefs, with about
an inch or so past the head peeking out from the top.
She began running her finger over the shaft feeling the
shape of his hard cock through the soft material. Not
wanting just yet to remove them, she moved her lips to
his cock sliding her tongue over the material up to the
bare skin exposed, then to the head licking off the
large drops of semen that formed.
Balbus slid her blouse off her shoulder and off one
arm at a time, then lifted her up and pulling down her
teddy and opened her bra, once again exposing her small
breasts. Having sex with these guys, so far, was
nothing she had expected, she figured they would get
into the room and everyone would undress and have a
free-for-all with her. As Balbus caressed her breasts
with his mouth his hands moved around her waist pulling
down the zipper of her skirt, and with much ease slid
it down her hip, letting it fall to the floor.
She stepped out of the skirt as Balbus moved her
towards the bed and laid her down, then he removed his
underwear and joined her on the bed. They French kissed
for a short time feeling each others body, she, feeling
his cock, sliding her fingers over the slimy drops of
semen that oozed out, while he, had his hand inside her
teddy crotch, fingering her hole and clit. After their
short but erotic kissing session, she pulled opened the
snaps of her teddy then moved herself around and on him
69, immediately taking his cock into her mouth, sliding
her lips up and down the entire shaft, while at the
same time, Balbus's tongue moved over every inch of her
cunt, darting in and out of her hole, then hungrily
licked her love bud.
After only about 10 minutes of making love to his cock
with her mouth he began moaning, then felt his cock
began to swell, then BOOM, felt as his hot load hit the
back of her throat. Wrapped up within her own orgasm,
she swallowed every drop of cum that entered her mouth,
just then, as she reached the point of no return the
door opened and Decimus walked in, she climaxed. She,
still on top of Balbus, sucking the head of his cock,
and licking her lips, looked at Decimus as he walked
over to the bed.
Taking a little break, and a few minutes to digest her
previous lovers orgasm, she sat down by a small table
located by the front window pulling up the thin
material of her teddy over her breasts. Decimus asked
her a question what a nice girl was doing with the
three of them.
She thought for a second and said, you want the real
truth, OK, it was her husband's idea. His fantasy was
for her to dress up like a whore and pick a guy and
well, let him do what ever he wanted with her, but, she
did not think he'd have expected her to end up with the
three of them. She then proceeded in telling them about
the guy she met before Decimus and how her husband got
so turned on when she told him how she sucked him in
the back seat of his carriage and swallowed his orgasm,
and how the guy tried to fuck her, but couldn't, then
said, which wasn't good enough for him, he wanted her
to find some guy to fuck her and cum in her.
Their first reaction was, wow, you are married, and
your husband wants you to fuck other men. Decimus then
said, well, if that's what he wants, we'll give you
something to tell him, won't we. She replied, she sure
will.
She looked at Marcel waiting looking as if he was
going to be left out, the only guy, who has not yet had
sex with her, and got up and moved to where he was
sitting crawling up between his legs on the bed taking
his cock in her hand jerking it off a bit, sliding her
fingers over the goo that she squeezed from the head,
then leaned down and took him in her mouth.
After a few minutes of sucking Marcel, she felt her
legs being spread apart and someone poking a cock at
her hole, and began fucking her doggie style. She
continued humping Marcel's cock in her mouth till he
orgasmed, again, swallowing every ounce of his cum.
Then feeling the familiar pulse inside her, she knew
Balbus, who was doing her doggie, had cum. With his
cock still in her, she sat up throwing her arms around
Balbus behind her and started kissing him while his
hands caressed her breasts.
Her hand moved down to her cunt feeling as Balbus's
cock slid in and out of her hole, then began fingering
some of the cum on her clit till once again she
orgasmed. After yet another trip to the bathroom, she
returned to the bed, and addressed Decimus, while
fingering herself, telling him how much she would love
to feel him inside her. Decimus moved to the bed and
began licking her cunt for a short time, then
positioned himself on top of her, and slipped his cock
in her hole, while at the same time she fingered her
clit, until we both orgasmed together.
On her last trip to the bathroom, she took her
clothes, cleaned up and dressed, as the other guys were
when she came out. She thanked the guys for an great
time and told them she had to get back to her husband.
They checked out of the hotel and they drove her home.
When she got home, it was close to five in the morning.
She opened up the door and found her husband waiting
for her in the den. She stood in front of him with the
cum of three other men running down her thighs and told
him what had happened. He took her there on the floor
and fucked her, cumming three times as she told him of
the story above.
She let him and loved it, every minute of it.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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